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Rachel G Ultimate Pleasure Erotic Victoria It’s Saturday night in the busy city of New York and it’s time for my hunting game again. It’s 10 o clocks and I’m ready to start the hunt. I’m a 22-year young woman. I’m 5'6 with light brown skin. I have green eyes and no they are not contacts and I have long black hair that goes to the middle of my back and no it’s not weave. I’m a curvy woman with big breasts and an even bigger butt to match I’m roughly 130 lbs., but I have toned muscles because I go to the gym four times a week. But let me explain my situation okay. So, every day I go out to find my own personal sex god. Yeah, I know that sounds weird, but I just want to find that one dude who meets my expectations. I have been doing this for about a mouth now and I’m starting to lose hope I’ve found three guys but no luck. well you might be wondering what am I going to do after I find him well I’m not going to do anything he's going to be the guy I call on when I want some good dick and that’s it, I don’t believe in marriage or love because people are always getting there hurt broken and people are always getting divorced so what’s the point in trying to find love? But yesterday I thought I found my sex god... until he fucked it all up. Okay so here’s what happened, okay so I go into the club and I see this fine light skinned man with a fresh clean cut and an eight pack and over all a fine ass body, so I go up to him and whisper in his ear while I touch his upper thigh and say my favorite line that I always say "Hey there sexy do u want me as much as I want you right now?" I lean away bite my bottom lip and raise and eye brow waiting for a response. He flashes a mouth full of pearly white teeth and says, “You want to find out?" and with that I take his hand and lead him out the club "where's your car?" I ask. "Right over there." he says as he points to a Mercedes Benz. I never bring my car when I’m hunting because I always find someone to drive me home whether it be a possible contender or a taxi cab. "Ok let’s go back to my place." I always go to my place because I got the home game advantage my house is made for sex. Which is why it’s called the sex lair I have a big house thanks to my mom and dad who own a major car company. I have a big red room with a huge bed and a stripper pole set up and a cupboard with all the porno’s you could want. I have a bathroom in my room that has a Jacuzzi tub and I have a shower section with shower heads the size of your head. So basically, my place is the perfect sex room. So, we get into the car and he starts the car and I tell him how to get there and he starts to pull off and while he’s driving, I get an idea, I begin to undo his pants and zipper, he looks down and says, "What are you doing?" I say, "trying to see if you can stay focused now drive me home and don’t you dare crash this pretty car." I giggle and take his dick out ooh it is as big as I thought it was it’s a 10 incher. mm. I begin to lick his head very slowly until his dick stands at full attention. I slowly lick his head and he let out a soft moan. That turns me on. Then I open my mouth and engulf his whole dick that makes him moan even loader. I began to move my head slowly up and down and he puts his head on the back of my head and guides me at the pace he would like it. He begins to moan loader and thrust his hips toward my mouth. But in that process, he swerves a little and I remove my mouth from his throbbing dick and say, “focus baby." Then get back to work. We continue that for the next 10 or so minutes until I get home. He does pretty good on staying focused a little swerve or two but overall very good. We get out the car and before we make it to the door, we already have our tongue down each other’s throat. He’s grinding up against me and I feel his hard lump rubbing up against my wet pussy. I take a second to get the door open and we don’t even make it to the prepared bed upstairs we head to the couch and begin to tear each other’s clothes off. He climbed on top of me and began to make a trail starting with my lips and down to my jaw and making supple kisses down my neck and licking and suckling each breast and making a trail of kisses down my stomach. I look down at him and see he’s looking at me I smile, and he flashes me with his oh so white smile and continues to make his trail. He then hitches my leg on his shoulder, and he makes a trail down my leg when he gets to my inner thigh I moan in anticipation. He likes that, I know he does because he looks up at me and flashes me that smile. Then I think to myself I don’t even know his name. "So, what’s your name sexy?" he looks up and flashes me that sexy smile and says in the sexiest way possible “Trey”. Then to tease me even more he hitches up the other leg and begins his trail down my other leg. When he gets to my inner thigh which is my sensitive spot he pauses and looks up and says, “What’s yours?". "You can call me Vivi." I don’t give him my real name because I want to save my real name for my sex god. My real name is Victoria. He whispers Vivi then plunges his tongue into my wet pussy I moan load from the sudden impact. He begins to lick and suck my pussy like it’s the best meal he’s ever had. I put my hand lightly on the back of his head and rub his head encouraging his not to stop. He begins to suck my clit and I can feel myself coming to that orgasmic peak. I start to arch my back and moan his name and tell him not to stop. “I’m about to come." I say” come for me baby I want every drop of your sweet nectar." I moan and say his name one last time then come. Hard. He licks faster wanting to get every drop. Then he removes his head from my warm honey pot, and he licks his lips. Then I say, "My turn." We switch places and I make my way down to his shaft and lick his head in little circles. He moans softly. I grab his balls and massage them in my hand while I lick up and down his shaft like a Popsicle. He moans again a little loader and that gets me wet all over again. I moan softly and take his entire length into my mouth. And rapidly move up and down from his head to his balls. Deep throat. Mm. He begins to thrust faster and more urgently rushing for his orgasmic release. He moans loud. "Baby I’m about to come." I started to pull away so I could stroke his shaft. I didn’t want to swallow until I was sure he was the right one. Everything was going so great. When I just removed my mouth from his dick. He came. And you'll never guess where. He fucking shot his loud in my god damn eye. My beautiful green eye. And did it burn like hell. I let out a small shrill of pain and yelled “shit. Damn. You shot me in my god damn eye. Shit" He rushes toward because by this point, I had stood up and was walking toward the bathroom to get this shit out my eye. “Oh shit. Babe I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to." “I’m fine just go I’ll call you later." like hell I would. “I’m sorry babe I’ll leave my number on the table and I’ll..." before he could finish, I slammed the bathroom door shut tight behind me and went to rinse his come out my eye. O.K. so back to the now. I’m a college student at NYU in my senior year studying business I get straight A’s and am here on a full scholarship. I go to the club for about an hour or so everyday well except Sunday and Mondays. But today is Saturday and I’m looking hot in this sexy red strapless dress that clings nicely to my every curve and rocking my new Coach purse and new pumps. I walk in the club and immediately I get looks of want and winks and smiles from different guys and even some girls. I walked toward the bar and ordered an apple martini. I was there about 2 minutes when Mr. eye shooter aka trey walked in and began to scope out the crowd no doubt looking for me. But I leaped from my chair and head into the crowd trying to blend in as much as possible. I didn’t realize I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going until I ran into something that felt like a big wall. I stagger backwards but a hard hand grabs my elbow and straightens me. I look up and look into the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen by far, they were a shade of gray and blue mix. "Oh my." is all I manage to say as my eyes drifted from his eyes to the rest of him, he was at least 6 foot and looked to be mixed and had nice full lips he’s voice wrapped around me as he said in my ear "Are you okay?". "Huh?" was all I managed to say, "Are you okay?" he repeated. "Oh, I’m alright I’m sorry I bumped into you." God, he was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His body was smoking I glanced down and saw he was built not steroid protein drinks built but like and I go to the gym regularly kind of built. "Well I’m not." He says I look back up to him in confusion. Then I’m aware he still has my elbow and we're standing awfully close. "What I mean is I’m not sorry you bumped into me." I look up to him and put on my best flirtatious smile and raise one eye brow and say, "Why is that?" He looked at me then looked around and said, "Do you mind if we go somewhere a little quieter and talk?" "Sure." With that he pulls me by my elbow that he was holding the whole time. We head toward the back where they have little secluded areas where people can sit and chat in their own little booths. We took one that wasn’t occupied and sat down. When we were settled, and we were sitting across from each other I put on my best flirty face on and looked at him and gave a flirtatious smile and said. "You were saying?" He looked at me for a second and flashed me a very white smile and said, “What I was saying is I’m not sorry you bumped into me because I’m glad to have meet such a beautiful woman." that made me smile harder. I add "I’m I glad to have met such a..." fine? Sexy? Beautiful? “Handsome man." I finished. “well thank you but I’m just going to ask if you have a boyfriend because there’s no way in hell a beautiful woman like you doesn’t have a man." he says. I laugh and say, "Nope I’m completely single, but I should be asking you the same question because there’s no way such a handsome man like yourself is single." He chuckles and says, "Yep I'm single and as you can see ready to mingle." Then I take a good look at him and see he has a nice low clean cut and I scan over him with my eyes and look at his rock her body and stop just below his waist line and I immediately I get wet because I notice a bulge coming out the front of his jeans. I gasp and lookup at him and notice he's doing the same thing I was just doing. He’s roving my body with his eyes and he stops his gaze at my clear to see big breasts. Then I decide to use my line and say, "Do you want me as much as I want you right now?" He then locks eyes with me and says, "More than you'll ever know." I get up to leave when I see Trey again and sit back down quickly and try to cover my face with my hair. Then he surprises me by saying "Is that a friend of yours?" I look up at him and see him jerk his thumb in Trey's direction. "No, he’s actually the reason I bumped into you I was trying to make sure he didn’t see me." I look back up at his face and see him thinking, then he abruptly says, "I’ll be right back." and he gets up quickly and walks into the crowd, gladly he doesn’t go to Trey like I thought he was going to do. A minute later I peek at the direction Trey is in to make sure he hasn’t seen me yet and I see he’s talking to some big guy who looks to be the bouncer of the club. Trey looks angry and then the next thing I know I see the bouncer dude shoving him toward the exit and Trey smack his hands off him and storm out. Right then Mr. Gorgeous comes back. Dang I need to figure out his name. But first I ask. "Did you do that?" he looks at me and says, "Yeah I hope you’re not mad or anything it just looked to me like he was getting on your nerves so I asked my buy Jeremy if he could do me a favor and escort him out." I look at him and we lock eyes and I lean over and sweetly kiss him on the lips and with much difficulty pull away after a second and say, "Thank you." That kiss even though it was short it sent a giant heat wave through my body and gets me even more wet. Damn. "My pleasure." He says in a deep husky voice. Obviously, I’m not alone with my feelings. “What’s your name?" I ask him. "Erik. Erik Knight and what may I ask is your name?" He says. "You can call me Vivi." I say as I flash him another flirtatious smile. "Well Vivi it’s very nice to meet you." he extends his hand toward me and I grasp his hand and feel a surge of desire swim through me and land right on my clit. Shit at this rate I’m going to soak my whole dress. "Nice to meet you too." I say. I can’t help but look down to see if he felt the same thing as me and sure enough there it is at full attention again. Damn. Big one. He still has my hand as he gets up and I rise too. Then he says, "About the whole me wanting you think, is that still on the table?" I look him in the eye, smile and get close and whisper in his ear "Hell yeah." With that he puts me in front of him and grabs me around my waist and I can feel his erection on my back. I moan very softly as he leans and whispers in my ear "Tonight this is all yours." Then he gives me a light push and I begin to walk toward the exit ready to get this night really started. The whole time I feel his erection on my back as we head threw the crowd. We finally make it to the exit, and he says. “You drove?" I say, "No but I was hoping to get a ride with you back to my house." "Only if I can come inside." He says I can hear the double meaning in his tone. "Wouldn’t have it any other way." I say. He leads me toward a nice black shiny and clean SUV. He heads to my side unlocks the door and opens the door for me. That’s a first. When I get safely inside, he closes the door and gets in and walks to his side and cranks up the car and starts to pull out the lot I give him directions and we're on our way. “So, tell me about yourself." I’m surprised to hear him speak, usually who ever I’m with we have a quiet drive to my house and barely get past first names. “What do you want to know?" I ask puzzled at his difference compared to the others. He looks me up and down then locks his eyes on mine and says “Everything Vivi." I look at him puzzled not sure what to say when he says, “So where are you from?" I’m still looking at him perplexed. Wondering what’s his angle when I decided to tell him and say "California." He smiles at me a nod his head and says "Me too. When did you move here?" I look at him and before I could even think about it, I blurt out "Why are you asking these questions it’s not like you really care any way." He looks at me and says with a smirk on his face "Are you going to answer the question or not because I truly want to know more about you." That takes me for a loop I take a deep breath and decide I’m not being fair to him and say, "When I was 17." He nods his head again as if I asked him a question and says, "I moved here last year." I’m about to ask him why but I’m too slow before he asks me another question “How old are you now?" "22." I say "Oh very nice age. I’m 26." He says then I say once again without thinking. “You aren’t some stalker or creep, are you?" He bursts out laughing. God I could listen to his laugh all day. Then he says, “god no I’ve had stalkers before, and trust me baby I’m not one of em." once again I feel like a jackass for being so rude to him for no reason. "I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that." I say. "He grabs my hand keeping the other hand on the steering wheel and says, "Don’t be sorry you were just speaking your mind, and I love a girl who will speak her mind I think it’s very sexy." He looks at me for a moment and lightly squeezes my hand. This sends another jolt to my clit. He lets my hand drop back into my lap and puts both his hand back on the wheel. I look down suddenly overcome by shyness which is another first and smile. Then he says, "Well were almost to your house so I want to know what’s my best route to go if I want to hear you scream my name." I softly gasp and look up. This is the first time a guy has asked me what I wanted. I look up to see him smiling and then I honestly say, "Just about anything you do to me right about now would make me scream your name Erik." his smile grew wider and he says, "Well that’s good because I’m going to pleasure you in every possible way that I can." I bite my lip and moan softly imagining all the things he's going to do to me when I see that we're pulling in my drive way. Let the fun begin. He turns off the car and turns toward me and gives me a heart stopping smile and leans over and lightly gives me a peck on the lips and says, "Wait right there." Then gets out the car and eagerly strides over to my side opens the door grabs my hand and helps me out of the car. Another first. "Thank you" I say as I’m completely out the car and he hold me tight to him and gives me a breath-taking kiss and to soon pulls away and says, "My pleasure." Then he smiles down at me and I can’t help but smile up at him then he chuckles and says, "You going to unlock the door?" I look around totally dazed and say "Oh." and start scrambling threw my purse and get out my keys and unlock the door and we both step in. I lock the door and turn around and find him so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his well-muscled body. I look up to him and see he's looking down at me with pure lust in his eyes. He lightly pushed me up against the door and shaped his body against mine. I gasp as he then lifts me off the floor by my ass, so my face is even with his and then he crushes his mouth against mine and I wrap my legs around his waist so now the rising lump in his pants is directly on my wet pussy. He slides his tongue in my mouth and groans when I start to rock my pussy against his dick. This is hard since I’m still pinned up against the door, but I manage. He grips my ass harder causing me to moan and starts to rock his dick against me too. He groans and pulls away from the kiss and I open my eyes and see in his eyes wild lust burning in him he then says, “Where’s your bedroom?" "I have to have you now Vivi." I lick my slightly swollen lips and tell him the direction of the room. He then picks me up bride style and takes me to my master bedroom and puts me on the bed but doesn’t get on the bed himself. I sit up curious to what he’s doing and see him studying me, looking me all over, eating me up with just his gaze. "Vivi I want to have my way with you and do everything to you, but you will have to do as I say ok?" I nod my head and bite my lip I’ve never had a guy control me like that before, but I’ll play along for sure with him. “Ok lie down in the middle of the bed and stretch your arms to the top of the bed and put your hands together and put them above your head." I removed my shoes and I did as he said, and he climbed on to the bed right beside me after he too removed his shoes and started undoing his belt. Even though I should have seen it coming I was too busy focusing on what was behind the belt to see what he was doing with it. By the time I realized it he was strapping both of my hands up against the head post. "What are you doing?" I said pulling against the restraints but it's only making it tighter. "I’m tying you up so I can pleasure you in every way I can." I stopped focusing on the restraints and looked into his eyes and immediately calmed. I only freaked because this one guy I was with tied me up for the first time and I did not enjoy it because by the end of it I was covered in his spit because every time he tried to lick or suck on me, he just spilled a bunch of spit out of his mouth. But anyway, the look in Erik’s eyes showed me he was going to do nothing but pleasure me. So, I then said to him "I want you so much in the worst way Erik." Erik then said, "Roll over on your side." I did the best I could to roll on my side and I felt him slide my zipper down. I then rolled back on my back and he kneeled in front of me on the bed and he grabbed the end up my dress and tugged on the end then I arched my back off the bed and allowed him to slip the dress off me. When the dress was completely off, he roved over my body with his eyes with me in only a black bra and panties and I couldn’t take it anymore I needed him right now. "Please Erik I need you now." I said, "Your wish is my command baby." He then slid his body between my legs and hovered over me and kissed me softly at first then began to kiss me more feverishly he slipped his tongue into my mouth and I sucked his tongue into my mouth. Erik cupped my breasts into his hand and removed one breast from the bra and began to roll his thumb over the nipple. I moaned and arched my back off the bed he was sending jolt throw my body right to my clit. Erik began to kiss my neck and collarbone and made a trail down to my breast. He reached beneath me causing me to arch into him so he could remove my strapless bra. when he removed my bra, he tossed it to the floor and cupped both breasts in his hands and looked at them and looked up at me and said "Beautiful." He then lowered his mouth to my right nipple and began to suck on it a flick his tongue across it causing me to moan aloud I could feel myself climbing that mountain and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. I began to rub myself up against him trying to get some type of relief, when he removed his mouth from my breast and smiled at me and said, "Be patient baby I’m going to make you come very soon." Then he moved his hands to my hips and held them still so I wouldn’t move up against him, but he continued to suck on my nipples. “God Erik, I need you I want you to make me come hard, please." I groaned. obviously he heard the real need in my voice because he began to make a trail down my stomach with his tongue and made circles around my navel and dipped in it for a second before moving on and he made it to my lace panties then sat up and reached for my very damp black lace panties and slowly removed them. "I’m going to taste your sweet honey pot Vivi." He said, as he began to rub my smooth pussy "Please." Was all I managed to say. Then he lowered his head to my pussy and spread my lips and flicked my clit with his tongue causing me moan loudly. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth and continued to flick it with his tongue and nibbled on it. I could feel it I was climbing that mountain top and fast. Erik licked feverishly at my pussy as if he couldn’t get enough "Vivi, baby you taste so sweet." He said as he plunged his tongue into my honey pot and licked all my walls. Erik began to roll my clit with his thumb as he continued to plunge his tongue in me. God I was toppling over the edge. “Shit Erik I’m about to come." I said as I began to rock against his mouth so I could just leap off the edge. "Come for me baby I want it all." He said as he secured his lips around my pussy ready to drink all of me. "Oh, shit here it comes." I came and I came hard. He began to fiercely lick me determine to get every drop. I was trembling from the power of my orgasm. Erik planted a soft kiss on the top of my pussy and began to crawl back up to me and then he kissed me letting me taste myself. Then he moved to the side of me and began untying me "Don’t think that just because I untied you means I’m done with you because I’m far from it." He said with a mock serious look on his face, but his mouth began to twitch at the end showing that he was trying to fight a grin. I sat up and looked him straight in the eyes and said "And what makes you think I’m done with you? It’s my turn to get revenge.” He couldn’t help but smile now. "And what may I ask are you going to do to get me back?" Erik said, "lay back and I’ll show you." He laid back and I climbed on top of him and straddled the erection in his pants. Then I leaned forward and took his tongue into my mouth and sucked his tongue and nibbled his bottom lip. Tasting myself in his mouth. I broke away and started to unbutton his shirt while he rocked me against his erection. Damn. His body is banging. He got an eight pack a full-fledged eight pack and I couldn’t resist but rub my hands over them and bend down to kiss every pack. "Lord Jesus." I couldn’t help but say. He just laughed and put his hands behind his head. I unzipped his pants and pulled down his pants, and through his boxers I saw a HUGE erection. I cannot wait to see what's underneath. I pulled down his boxers and underwear and lord it was just what I thought, the biggest erections I have ever seen in person. Maybe a foot long. What a lucky bitch right? I looked at it I couldn’t help but stare all I could think about was the many ways I could devour that beautiful dick. "See anything you like?" He said breaking my trance. "Oh god yes too many to count." I grabbed his dick with both hands and began to stroke it slowly. Feeling his pulsating dick in my hands. He moaned. "Please baby, take me in your mouth." I looked at him and saw his dark eyes connect with mine and smiled my devilish smile and said, "My pleasure." I flicked my tongue out and began to make slow circles around his hot head. Teasing him. God, he tasted so good I tasted the precum in my mouth. I began to slowly take him in as far as I could go and began to thrust my hand along his pulsing dick and massage the rest of the dick I couldn’t fit in my mouth with my hands. I felt him place his hand on the back of my head and threw my hair lightly pushing my head down directing the pace at how fast or slow I go. He began to thrust his hips faster pushing his dick deeper into my mouth making me gag slightly but not enough to make me stop him. He moaned loudly and slowed his pace. But I didn’t. "God baby slow down or I’m going to come all in your mouth. "But I didn’t slow down it was like I was possessed. I wanted to taste him. I had to taste him. I needed to taste him. "Shit." He said through clenched teeth. I could feel his grip on my hair tighten and his dick swell in my mouth. "Shit Vivi I’m about to cum." and he came. I sucked up as much come as I could swallow as much as I could and licked his head clean. Mm god this man already had me hooked on his cum. I licked my lips and crawled up to him. “God Vivi I’ve never had a woman take me like you just did." Erik said as I reached him. “And I can say that I have never had a man take me like that either." I said and kissed him on the lips softly at first then more ferociously. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and rolled on top of me balancing on his elbows. He broke the kiss first to my disappointment and looked down at me and said “Vivi get ready for a long night." "God I can’t wait." I said. He brought his mouth down back to mine and began to suck my tongue and bottom lip. Then made a light trail down my body to my pussy and plunged a finger into it and massage my pussy making me arch my back and moan. He groaned and said, "Damn baby you’re so tight." He inserted another finger into my pussy and began to massage my walls. “Erik make me cum please." I moaned softly. He inserted a third finger. “Shit." The things this man can do to me are amazing. "Tell me what you feel." Erik whispered into my ear. "Pure ecstasy." I moaned. I could feel it again, me climbing that high mountain top. I grabbed the sheets and balled them up in my hands. “Talk to me Vivi tells me what’s happening to you." He said in my ear. I moaned. "God Erik I’m about to come." I said. He smiled and said, "Cum for me baby." and I came hard. Soaking his fingers in my juices. He removed his fingers from my pussy and sucked each finger clean of my juices like it was a gourmet meal. He smiled at me, raised one eye brow and said, "Ready to give up yet?" I smiled back at him and said, "Not even close Erik Knight." and pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. I grabbed a condom from my top drawer and slipped it on him. I grabbed his newly hard dick and sank my pussy on top of his pulsing dick. He moaned as I sank my way all the way down. He reached up and grabbed one breast in each hand and plucked and tugged at my nipples. "Ride me Vivi." He groaned. I began to rock my hips at a steady pace against his stiff dick. "So tight." Erik whispered. God it felt so good and I just needed a little more to be pushed off that edge. I leaned forward moving my hips faster and laid my hands on either sides of his head and as if he read my mind, he began to suck my puckered nipples into his mouth. “Oh my god." I said grabbing the sheets and biting my bottom lip. "God Erik I’m about to come" I said. "Cum with me baby I’m right with you." He said and he smacked me on the ass, and I exploded with him feeling every wave of my orgasm passes threw me, making me involuntarily shaking me. I collapsed on top of him trying to catch my breathing. He slowly petted my damp hair and made little circles on my back. I look up and into those beautiful blue gray eyes that are looking right back at me. I sit up and finally slide off him and lay beside him. Never breaking our stare. He takes a hand and begins to touch and play with stray ends of my hair and says, "Shall we take this to the shower now and get cleaned up?" I look at his and smile and say "Sure." We climb off the bed and head toward the bathroom to clean up. When we get into the bathroom I go over by the sink and grab the lighter and lean over and light a few candles which illuminate the bathroom with a dark red color against the white walls. I look back and see Erik staring at me. "What?" I say. He smiles and says, "Nothing just enjoying the view." I turn around and grab his hand and lead him into the shower and turn on the warm water. We both step in and I get a wash cloth and lather it in soap and begin to slowly wash down his body I went over his hard shoulders his eight packs and slowly over his dick stroking it slowly with the soapy cloth. Then I got on my knees and washed the bottom of his feet and turned him away from me and washed over his back and rubbed his nice sized hard ass and gave it a little smack and he spun around and looked down at me with a brow raised. I looked up at him and smiled at him and said, "Sorry I couldn’t help it it’s just so shakable." He smiled and reached behind me and grabbed my ass and pulled me up against him so there was no space between us and said, "I could say the same thing about your ass." He smiled at me and removed his hand from my ass and took the wash cloth out of my hand and put more soap on it and washed me down with the same patience and seduction as I did. He turned me around and was washing my back when he stepped closer to me and I felt his erection against my lower back and gasped. “You see what you do to me Vivi?" He whispered in my ear "Now put your hands up against the wall and spread your legs." I did as he said, and he grabbed my hips and guided me on his dick. We moaned in unison as I slipped onto his dick. I began to back onto his dick. "Shit Vivi if you keep doing that I’m not going to last long." he groaned. I moaned as he hit my g-spot I reached down and began to rub my clit. I pushed back on him faster needing to come. "Oh god Erik I’m cuming." I screamed. My vision began to blur, and my knees were giving out. I came. "Get on your knees I’m so close." Erik groaned. I got on my knees and began to suck on his dick until he came in my mouth and I swallowed every bit. I got back up still on wobbly legs and turned off the water and got two towels. We dried each other off and went back into the bedroom after blowing out the candles. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2 in the morning. Wow time flies when you’re having sex. I sank into the warm sheets and lay down next to Erik. he kissed me lightly on the mouth and said, "good night Vivi you need your sleep until a later time where we can have more...fun" I closed my eyes and truly being exhausted said "good night" and drifted off to sleep.   Erik I open my eyes and see by the sun’s rays it’s still early. I look at the clock and it says 8:15am. I look down at the sleeping woman on my chest and softly kissed her forehead. God this woman was beautiful. Body of a goddess, great personality, and she’s banging in bed. I slipped from under her and decide to go make ourselves some breakfast. I slip on my boxers and as I turn the door knob to leave Vivi shifts in her sleep. I turn quickly to see if I woke her, but she turns on her back and moans. “Oh, shit Erik.” She arches her back and then lays back on the bed clutching a pillow in hand, but eyes still closed. She’s dreaming about me. Just the thought of having sex with her again makes my dick stand to attention. Well the hell with it, I’ll just have her for breakfast. I slip my boxers back off and sit softly on the bed careful not to wake her. I slowly peel the covers off her body exposing her naked, vulnerable, sleeping body. “Erik.” She moans again, but she’s still not awake. I noticed her legs are already opened for me, so I slowly crawl between her legs, so my face is even with her glistening wet pussy. I gently part her lips with my fingers and licking her clit and sucking it in my mouth. I hear her take a sharp intake of breath and tense. Then it seems that she registers what’s going on and puts her hand in the back of my hand. She giggles and says, “Well good morning to you too I was just having this same dream.” I look up at her and see she’s propped up on one elbow looking at me and I say, “Good morning to you too but lay back while I finish my breakfast.” I lower my eyes back so her pussy and suck her clit back into my mouth. “Shit.” Vivi moaned. “Hold it open for me.” I tell her. She reached down and opened her lips for me. I suck and lick at her clit and insert one finger then two fingers into her pussy. “Oh, shit Erik I’m getting close.” She moans. I pump my fingers into her pussy faster and lick and suck her clit faster. “Yes, Erik I’m about to cum, oh shit.” She begins to buck under my lips, and I hold her hips in place as I drink her juices. Then she collapses back on the bed trying to catch her breath. “Whoa I need to have more mornings like that.” She says between breaths. I kiss her pussy and said, “stick with me and you most definitely will.” Then I crawl up between her legs and hover over her and kiss her tenderly on the lips. “Well since you gave me suck an amazing orgasm, I’ll go make us some real breakfast and later return the orgasmic favor.” She says while biting her lip. “I’m all up for that.” I say rolling off her onto my back and then off the bed. “Here you go.” I said as I handed her my shirt to put on. She takes the shirt and climbs off the bed and puts on my shirt that stops mid- thigh on her. “Very sexy.” I say as I do a look over at her with nothing but my shirt on. “Hell, you look just as sexy with only them boxers on.” She says eyeing my bulge from my previous hard on. “Let’s go to the kitchen before I have to take you again and make you miss breakfast.” I say as I give her a teasing smack on her perfect ass. “Mm don’t tempt me.” She says giving me a flirty smile as she started to head to the kitchen. As we got to the kitchen, she got out bacon, eggs, and biscuits. It took her about fifteen minutes to finish and while she was cooking, we had small talk about her favorite color which is red also mine, her favorite type of music which was R&B also mine, and all sorts of thing. As we sat down to eat, I look at her and smile and thought this could be a girl I could be with for hours just talking to a never get bored. We ate in silence for a minute playing footsy under the table when she puts her fork down and looks me in the eye. “What?” I say wondering what’s on her mind. “Do you have plans today?” she asks. I think for a second about my schedule today. I was going to go play ball with Jermaine, but he’ll be ok if I cancel and I was going to wash my car but that’s not even close to having sex with a beautiful woman. “No, I’m free, why got any plans?” I say, “Nope besides having sex with you again I’m free.” I smile and begin to say “Vivi-” “You can call me Victoria.” She says "Victoria hmm…. I like it." Victoria smiles her beautiful smile and says "Thank you. And with that she takes my hand and tugs me away from the table and wraps her arms around my neck and says "I thought you were going to be nothing but sex in my life but I can see now that I need you and I want you Erik I just can’t imagine my life without you right now and I know this is really soon and I don’t usually do anything like this and you’re not like any other guy I’ve ever met and...." "Shhh." I say putting an index finger lightly on her lips. "I really like you to Victoria and I would love to see where this goes but right now, I have to make love to you again." I truly did. Hearing her say how she truly feels about me turned me on so much I just have to have her, or I felt all of a sudden, I might burst. I grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom to give her the ultimate pleasure. Afterwards Victoria and I are wrapped around each other and she has her head on my chest and my arms are around her. I can feel the tension in her shoulders though. Confused I kiss her forehead and ask her "What’s wrong baby?".  She sits up pulling her knees to her chest covering herself. "You said you wanted to see where things go with us." she says.  "Yes, I did." I said looking at her contently still confused. "There's not supposed to be a legitimate future for us Erik this is supposed to be strictly sexual and that’s it." I sit up quick "What? You just want to use me for sex?" "Yes." She says quickly not even thinking about it. "But why Victoria? We could be so much more than just sex." She looks down at the mattress no longer looking at me. "Well that's how it has to be." She says quietly. "But why baby I could take such good care of you." I say anxiously. I have no ideas why I'm really saying this I don't even know this girl but it’s like I feel a very strong connection to her already. "Erik I can't." She says even quieter still not looking at me. "Tell me why please?" I say pleading with her to tell me why this beautiful woman can't be mine. "Don't lie and act like you really want to be in a relationship with me Erik you can drop the act and stop trying to be the nice guy." She says, her voice suddenly very defensive. She gets up from the bed quickly and starts to grab her clothes off the floor. I hop up as well trying to stop her exit "Wait Victoria please don’t leave it's not an act I swear it's not." She looks me in the eye, and I try to show her all my sincerity through my eyes. "Please Victoria talk to me." I say pleading with her to stay. I look at her face seeing the confusion and apprehension in her eyes. I walk up to her and place my hand on her cheeks causing her to look up to my tall height and meet my eyes. "Please." I say one more time. Her face is torn "Erik." she says it as though my name pains her "It wasn't supposed to be like this you’re supposed to be like every other guy and just want sex and move on... It's so much easier that way... I can't deal with the outcome of relationships." Victoria says sounding so torn and upset. "What's the outcome?" I ask "Erik you're an attractive man who can have any girl he wants at the end of the day your either going to cheat on me or get bored and dump me so might as well not go through all that and just keep it simple." She says matter of fact like it was nothing to debate. "What the hell?" I say in shock "Victoria I could never get bored with such a bright beautiful woman and why would I even think twice about other women when I have a beautiful, sexy, amazing, woman right in front of me." I say planting a soft kiss on her lips. She moans softly "Erik I ca.." "Yes, you can, and you will Victoria." I say interrupting her. "I won't break your heart baby I swear it; your heart is safe with me just please give me a chance." I get on my knees and put my hands together. "Please baby just give me a chance I know we don't really know each other yet but I want to get to know her from her favorite color to your shoe size, to your deepest dreams I want to know everything if you'll still give me a chance to." She cracks a smile and then laughs softly " Fine Erik I'll try, you can get up now." I get up off my knees and grab her in my arms and swing her around as she laughs harder. I set her back down on her feet and kiss her softly. "I promise you won't regret this Victoria." "She kisses me again and says, "You better not or I’m going to kick your ass." I burst out laughing at the image of this small beautiful woman trying to beat my ass. "What? don’t underestimate me because I’m little." she says laughing along with me. "Yes, ma’am I find you completely terrifying." "Good." She says. I kiss her and pick her up carrying her back to bed and say, "I can already tell we're going to have a lot of fun together." And I make sweet sweet love to her again.    Epilogue 5 years later... I wake up and see my beautiful wife of now 2 years right beside me. Breathing evenly in deep sleep. I bet if a truck crashed through the window she wouldn’t even stir. I smiled and pushed a stray hair out of her face. I place my hand on her swollen stomach which holds my future son. Our first child which we should be seeing any day now. I don’t even care what her intentions were when we first met its right now that matters most to me. I feel our son kicking inside Victoria. Then with a stir Victoria’s eyes flutter open. "Good morning beautiful." I say and place a light kiss on her lips. "Morning babe in the mood for pancakes this morning?" I laugh and kiss her nose and get up to make her pancakes. She’s always craving something new every morning. I go over to her side of the bed to help her out of it and almost instantly when she gets up, I hear the sound of water hitting the floor. "Oh, crap my water just broke the baby wasn’t supposed to be due for another three days." Victoria says "Well it looks like he’s coming now I’ll get the bags and we can..." I’m cut off by the moan of pain from Victoria. "Oh god those contractions came fast." She says. "Hold on babe let me just get those bags and we can head out." I get to the closet and grab both bags and start to help her get down stair when I hear another moan from Victoria. "Babe those contractions were barely 5 minutes apart we've got to hurry maybe if we just leave now and I get the bags later then..." Victoria grabs my arm very tightly and says between clenched teeth "I will not have my baby born in a car call the doctor and tell him we're having the baby here these contractions are coming fast." another moan as she clenches my arm tighter. "Ouch babe I can’t call the doctor if you rip my arm off." I helped her get settled back in to bed reminding her to do her breathing exercises and I grab my cell phone off the bed room dresser and call the doctor and explain the situation and they tell me they will arrive in about 10-15 minutes and relay the message to Victoria. "Damn it this baby is not waiting 10 or 15 minutes its coming now." she says with another moan. I put my cell phone back on the dresser and grab her hand trying to comfort her. "Ok babe looks like I’m going to have to deliver our son so I’m going to need u to bend your knees and open your legs so I can see what’s going on." I climb on the bed and push up her night dress and remove her panties. "Oh, crap I have to wash my hands." I get up and run to the bathroom and quickly wash my hands. Then from what I learned in the birthing classes and books I read I put my fingers in her to see how dilated she was. Hell, yeah, she was definitely about to have this baby now. "Oh god Erik I feel like I need to push." Victoria says threw short pants. "Hold on one sec babe." I ran down stairs and got the suction cup we got originally for the babies nose and I grab some towels. "Erik!" Victoria screams as I’m hurrying up the stairs. I run up the last few stairs and say, "ok baby I’m here." I set the towels down on the bed then climb back up to see what’s going on. "Babe I need to push." She says through clenched teeth. “Okay when I tell you to push, I need you to give it all you got okay?" She nods her head and I say " 1...2...3... Push!" and I count in my head to 5 and say, “Ok stop pushing and breathe ok good job nothing yet but were getting somewhere." "Erik I’m sorry I think I started really having contractions a few hours ago I didn’t know I’m sorry I just thought it was little labor pains." says Victoria. " I kiss her forehead and say, "it’s okay babe I’m not mad just try to stay calm and try to push again okay 1...2...3... Push!" I slowly start to see the top of the baby's head. "Okay stop breathe...." "Good job I can see the head a few more pushes and it should be over okay 1...2...3... Push!" the baby's head slides right out and I quickly grab the suction and clear its air way. "The heads out one more push babe and you’re done." Victoria does one last push and the baby starts to cry and everything looks good and well. I cut the cord and pin it and wipe the baby clean with the towel. "Let me see our son." Victoria says as she reaches for the baby. I hand her the baby and climb over and lay next to her looking at my beautiful son. Tears start to run down my cheeks as I look at my son and my beautiful wife. "I am the luckiest man on the world." I say. A few minutes later the doctor arrives and takes Victoria and our son Corey to the hospital. Now my new family begins.     The end   Publication Date: February 7th 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-booklover96

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Mistress_ Red Dirty Erotic Oneshots for adults only i n t r o  g l o s s a r y:   coupling - the act of having sex supernatural - things that cannot be explained by science and seem to involve ghosts, spirits, magic, etc. cheating - having sex with someone else that is not your wife/husband or girlfriend/boyfriend incest - sexual intercourse between people who are very closely related nonconsensual - not agreed to by one or more of the people involved consensual - sex done with the consent of the people involved fantasy - something that is produced by the imagination interracial - involving people of different races bdsm - a physical and psychological sexual power-role-play     note: none of these stories are mine s u p e r n a t u r a l   Angie stalked into her apartment, slamming the door. The 23 year old buxom brunette was extremely tired of bad men, bad dates, and bad sex. It didn't seem like there was one guy out there who actually knew how to please a woman... or if there were, they were all already taken by other women. Being single was just so frustrating!!! Tonight had been another example of a crappy blind date, who took her to a bad restaurant, and then back to his apartment where he heaved and bucked on top of her without so much as a pleasured moan from her! Not only that, but he'd been completely oblivious to the fact that his performance had fallen far short of stellar, afterwards he'd actually wanted to be complimented and cosseted. Fuck that. She'd left after he'd started telling her what a frigid bitch she was for not being able to enjoy his lackluster jack-rabbit fucking. Whatever. "Dammit," she muttered. So much for hopes that a date would finally mean an orgasm that she wouldn't have to give herself, and now her damn vibrator was out of batteries, AGAIN. Looking up at the ceiling she exclaimed loudly, "What I wouldn't give for one decent fuck! Just one, I don't even care who it's from at this point, just one damned decent fuck that gets me off!" Tossing the useless vibrator back into its drawer, she got into bed and used her fingers to get herself off. Considering her less than happy state, it wasn't really the best orgasm in the world. Muttering, frustrated, she tossed and turned, finally falling asleep completely naked. At midnight the air at the foot of her bed stirred, slowly forming into a tall, dark figure. Black as night, the creature chose to take the form of a large, muscular and handsome man, but it couldn't do anything about the glowing red of its eyes. A minor detail. It yanked the covers from the sleeping beauty, and grabbed her ankles as she suddenly started awake, unsure of what was happening. Seeing the dark form looming over her, the red of its eyes glowing maniacally at her, she screamed in complete terror. "Now that's not very nice," the creature had a low, hissing voice, "Here I am, to fulfill your wish and all you can do is scream at me." Gathering her courage Angie asked, "My wish?" "One 'damned' decent fuck that gets you off, yes I believe that was your wish," the creature smiled evilly as her mouth worked without actually making a sound, "And here I am to fulfill it." Angie found that she couldn't struggle, or scream anymore as the human-looking creature lowered its hands to her breasts, squeezing them hard and caressing the nipples to bring them to hardness. It grinned at her as her body responded without her will. The poor girl felt ready to faint, although she was half sure that everything happening was a dream, so she didn't know how it would be possible to pass out when she was dreaming. The creature spread her legs wide, and started to lower its head, a long forked tongue flicking out of its mouth towards her pussy as it bent down, making Angie want to scream in terror. It seemed as though the noise in her head was just one long terrified scream as the long tongue licked her from her ass to the top of her pussy. Then the creature's tongue split at the fork as she watched in horrified fascination, the thicker part of its tongue slid into her wet pussy hole, the thinner part working its way into her tight ass. As both parts slid all the way into her holes, wriggling inside of each of them, Angie couldn't help but start to feel aroused at the unexpected and strange new sensations that the creature's tongue was eliciting from her body. She wiggled a little as the tongues probed her holes, her pussy starting to get wet with her musky sweet juices. Once she was wet, the creature pulled its tongues out of her, satisfied, and as it pulled them back into its mouth the tongues merged back into one forked tongue. Smiling, the creature told her, "Don't worry, you'll enjoy this quite a lot... and I can do something your puny human males can't." It glanced down at its crotch, and Angie's gaze followed it. She gasped as the monstrous cock pointing out of its groin split, just as the tongue had, into one very large cock on top and a slightly smaller one beneath it. Grinning, the creature watched as Angie's mouth opened in a silent scream as it pulled her body towards it, her legs spread wide, holes open and vulnerable. In two swift thrusts, the creature had her body impaled on its cocks, as she moaned and gasped with the pain of her pussy and ass stretching around the large shafts. She felt stuffed full, like a pastry with too much filling, her ass in particular was screaming protest at the invasion. Laughing, the creature began to thrust in and out of her body, making it flop and jerk on the bed as the huge cocks pummeled her holes, big breasts bouncing wildly on top of her body. Reaching forward, the creature took hold of her breasts, using them to pull her body on and off its cocks and she cried out as the pain shot though her breasts now too. On and on the creature pumped, it seemed like it would never end, the cocks just pounding in and out of her holes at a bruising pace, her breasts burning as its hands squeezed and twisted while they pulled at her body. She felt like a rag doll as it handled her. When her orgasm finally hit, she was shocked... it hadn't seemed possible that she would be able to orgasm with all the pain the creature was causing, but her pussy and ass had finally adjusted and the fullness of her holes caused her to cum harder than she ever had in her life. Her pussy creamed all over the huge cock, that continued to pump her, harder and harder as she came. The glorious orgasm felt like it was going to go on forever, with the creature pounding away at her holes, forcing yet more pleasure from her body. Then, eventually, the immense amount of pleasure became painful as her pussy flesh became more and more sensitive and the creature continued to press in and out, slapping against her over stimulated clit. Angie's screams became slightly different now, pleading the creature to stop as her body went into sensory overload. Finally, unable to handle the continuance of the creature's unending thrusts, Angie passed out. When she woke up her ass and pussy were burning, sore inside and out, and green slimy fluid was leaking out of them. Gagging a little, she ran to the bathroom to wash herself. Afterwards, looking in the mirror, she wondered if maybe she'd been a little hasty in making her wish... or if maybe it was something she'd do again. c o u p l i n g       My sweaty hands held tight onto the backs of my knees as my virgin pussy opened to my Lush Daddy. His hard, black cock forced its way into my white pussy, the pain shooting up my spine.   I opened my eyes and saw a blurry picture of the roof in the back seat of his old Porsche. Chris' lips caressed my cheeks softly, kissing my tears away. "You okay baby girl?" he asked me with genuine concern in his deep, sexy voice.   Unable to find my voice, I nodded my head weakly. Chris was a lot bigger than I had originally anticipated and his large cock had stretched my poor pussy over its boundaries.   Chris kept his hips still for a few minutes to let me adjust to his invading member before he began shallow strokes. His full length gently rocked into my sleeve, his thrusts picking up speed and depth.   Within a few minutes, every crevice of my pussy was filled with my daddys cock.   "Ohhh yes daddy," I sighed to him, one hand releasing my leg to rub my sensitive clit. By now my hips had started thrusting, our groins slapping together loudly.   My daddys hands landed on my hips to pull me closer to him with each push. I felt my pussy tighten around his girth and throatily moaned for him.   "Oh fuck daddy, Im about to come all over your cock. Make me cover your cock daddy! Im coming Oh fuck! Im coming daddy!"   Chris pounded harder into my milking cunt, his hips powerfully fucking through my mighty orgasm. My newly opened hole stretched with an unfamiliar feeling before I felt him release his load into my womb.   My eyes shot open as he pulled his cock out of me, my first load of cum slowly dripping out of my pussy and down my slit.   Chriss cum leaked down to my puckered rose bud and slipped even father to the towel he had brilliantly placed under my naked body.   Bringing my head up, I saw that Chriss thick cock was still fully erect, his hand stroking the length slowly. "You made daddy come so hard baby girl. You know what he wants now?" he rasped out as his gaze was glued to my gaping pussy.   "What do you want from your little girl daddy?" I huskily asked him, my pussy still hungry for more of his hard cock.   I jumped as I felt a finger rubbing against my asshole. It was now clear to me what daddy Chris wanted his little girls anal cherry. "Do you want daddys cock in your tight ass you filthy little slut?" he asked as his finger slipped into my brown ring and began to saw in and out.   Though I wouldve rather had his cock in my wanting pussy, I remembered our Lush cyber sessions and how he would put his fist into my gaping cunt. Taking a chance that he would finger my pussy as he pumped my ass, I eagerly nodded my head.   Remembering all that I had read about from ass-fucking stories, I tried to relax my whole body and let Chris replace his finger with his mushroom-capped cock head.   A small burn accompanied his entering prick, but the pain quickly faded and turned into pleasure.   Chris steadily fucked my ass as the car softly rocked me. His hips pumped into my tight ass quickly as one hand left my hip to force three fingers deep into my cunt.   My back arched as his thumb deliciously brushed against my hard clit, my inner walls quivering with the onslaught of an approaching orgasm. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his thumb worked harder and faster on my button.   "Oh yes daddy! Pound your little girls tight asshole!" I begged ass his fingers curled into a spot I had never felt with my own fingers. Chris had found my g-spot and my body couldnt thank him enough.   My eye sight was beginning to go black, unable to bear thee ecstasy that i was feeling from his pounding cock.   He continued to massage my g-spot as his throbbing cock made quick, shallow thrusts into my ass. I kept calling him daddy and was rewarded with hard thrusts that almost knocked the breath out of my lungs.   A strong throb in my aching pussy made me scream in pleasure. "Oh shit! OH fuck daddy! Oh God, Im coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck my horny asshole daddy! Yes, Chris, yes!!"   I cried to him as my cunt exploded with a torrent of cum. Chris leg his fat cock explode in my ass as his lips clamped onto my stiff nipple.   My juicy pussy milked and rippled over his fingers as if I was being fucked by a large cock. My body was jerking uncontrollably as Chriss cock head shot his strings of hot cum into my worn bowels.   "Oh thank you daddy", I sighed with content as we tried to capture our breaths.   Chris rewarded me with a soft thrust of his hips, just as he would in our online chats. My laugh started his and we kissed as his softening pole slipped out of my ass.   Chris pulled his cum-covered hand from my soaked pussy and brought it to my lips. Obediently, my tongue snaked out of my lips to clean his hand.   "Good girl", he cooed with smiling lips, his head resting on my bare chest. I shivered as I felt his warm breath float across my hard nipple.   We spent a few more minutes holding each other before getting dressed and heading back to the hotel he was staying at.   c h e a t i n g         It took a long time to find a babysitter for my infant child, but when my wife called one day to say she had found the perfect girl, I was thrilled that we'd finally be able to go out once again. My wife was beautiful, she had nice D cup breasts and a delicious body, but our sex life had been sapped by the arrival of a baby. At 25 we were both overwhelmed by the responsibilities of children and careers and we hadn't had much time for each other.  Our first date in a year occurred a week later when we went out to a movie and dinner. The babysitter was a stunningly beautiful 18 year old named Victoria, who was getting ready to attend college the next year. Victoria was every man's fantasy, a chirpy, big –breasted, thin girl with a gorgeous face and long, Italian brunette hair.   The first time I saw her I nearly had an instant erection. My wife had found her through a co-worker, apparently she was an in-demand babysitter, and at least from my perspective, I could see why. She arrived in a short black skirt and a low cut top, and after making arrangements with my wife we both left her to sit with the kid.   At the movie and dinner I enjoyed my alone time with my wife, but Victoria stayed in my mind. That night, my wife drove Victoria home, and I jerked off while she was gone.(to my disappointment). When my wife got home I threw her into bed and make passionate love to her, but again Victoria was nagging me with thoughts of her sumptuous body.  Over the next several months Victoria babysat for us about every two weeks, and the routine continued. I gradually got to know her through our short, two minute encounters. One night, my wife drank too much wine and asked me to take Victoria home instead. I obliged, and realizing I needed to write Victoria a check for her work, I quickly sat down at the kitchen table and opened the checkbook.   As I was writing Victoria walked by, accidentally dropping some of her makeup on the floor. I couldn't help but stare as she bent over to pick it up, giving me a view to die for. Her pleated skirt was just the right length, rising just high enough to give me a peak of a sexy black thong. I had an instant hard-on, and suddenly she caught my gaze and blushed. I continued writing, but we both knew that I had been looking and enjoying the view.  I drove her home after her little bending over incident, but she seemed extra interested in me in a way that she hadn't happened before. She laughed at my mini-jokes that weren't funny, she smiled at me, and I swear that she pressed those sexy breasts together just to give me a view as she sat in the passenger seat.   In the weeks that followed the flirting continued, I even caught one glare from my wife, but I figured it was just playful fun. About eight weeks after my gaze, I drove Victoria home again. This time Victoria started asking about the health of my marriage and my sex life. I told her that I loved my wife, but our sex life was a bit boring.   She said that was too bad, and then she told me about her sex life. Apparently she had a boyfriend who had gotten pretty serious, and the implicit message was that she wasn't a virgin. They had a hard breakup three months back, and now Victoria was out on the prowl, looking for a decent man. She finished her story as we pulled up to her house, and I said "Ok, See ya next time."   As she got out, she smiled, her red bra was visible all the way around her low cut tank top, and she climbed out of the car. This time though, she gave me a deliberate view of her red panties. They were see through boy shorts that hugged her beautiful ass, and I nearly burst in my pants. We smiled at each other as she walked away; I rushed home to masturbate and fuck my wife.     ~~in a strip club~~   The last night with Victoria had left me terribly horny all the time, and when my wife left for a business trip the next weekend, I decided to hit the strip club and maybe satisfy my desires. I sat in the back for most of the night, watching the hot girls strip away, but Victoria wouldn't leave my mind. I had gotten one ripoff of a lap dance, and I was about to leave when a beautiful brunette walked to the stage.   Thinking that I could fantasize about Victoria by watching her, I went to sit down in front. As I sat down she turned around, she had the same proportions of Victoria and the same beautiful hair. She turned from putting her nighty down and I suddenly realized that it was Victoria! I had wondered how she afforded the designer clothes and purses that I saw her wear each night, and I realized that babysitting wasn't the only thing she did.  Victoria was wearing a gorgeous black bra- and panty set, a thong with a little bit of jewelry connecting everything. Victoria jumped on the pole and started twirling around. I was nervous that she'd see me, and I nearly ran away, but my desire to see her body was too great. I wasn't the only guy drooling over her at the front, and paid attention to the others for most of the dance.   Just at the end, she stood in front of me, bent over and gave me a great view of her thong covered pussy. She smiled and leaned over to me on her knees, her gorgeous D cups hanging right in front of me. Just then, she realized who I was. She looked surprised, but she quickly grinned and gave me mischievous smile.  "Hi" she softly said. I said "good evening Victoria," trying to maintain my composure. I wasn't sure if I should be embarassed for being there, or she should for being a part-time stripper.  She shyly asked, "would you like a private dance?" and she obviously wanted me to say yes.  I responded sure, and she soon came off the stage. She led me to the back where the lap dances where, but she took me to the private area where you usually had to pay more. I started to get out some money, but she quickly said "this one's on the house." I sat on the couch, and without saying a word, she sat on my lap. She was still wearing the sexy black thong and bra she had earlier striped off, and soon she began grinding into me. She pressed my head into her chest, her nipples were already falling out of the bra. My hard on was tenting my pants, and she gave out a slight moan as she ground her panties against it.  Like a pro, she brought one hand up and undid her front-clasping bra without a hitch. Her gorgeous breasts spilled out, bouncing right in front of my face. She smiled and pushed her nipples against my lips. After licking them, I whispered too her "I want you so bad Victoria, I want to fuck you so much." She leaned into my ear and said, "I need this cock too"  She continued to grind into me, and the moans started to increase in frequency. She then stood up, turned around, and bent over, giving a perfect view of her sweet lips. She slowly pulled down the thong as I rubbed my cock through my jeans. I made it stand up for her as high as it could in the restrictive environment, and she smiled as she backed up.   She sat on my cock, facing away from me, and started rolled the pole against her pussy. Her moans became louder and louder, and soon she was obviously trying to get off. She took my hand and placed it on her breast, and she asked me to touch her nipples. I obliged, and soon her hands were rubbing against my jean-covered cock.   She glanced over to the open entry way, turned around and decided to go for it. She unzipped my pants and freed my dick, and her smile lit up when she saw my eight inches. She whispered that she had never had a man bigger than 6, and she quickly gave it a suck. She got my head all wet with her spit, and she stood up and sat on me again. She rubbed my dick between her legs and asked me, "Are you ready to fuck this tight pussy?"  "Oh yes please baby" I gasped back.  Then, in one move, she took my dick and plunged it in her hole. She was so warm and wet I couldn't believe it. She gasped with delight as she started moving it around in her pussy. I told her to rub her clit while I squeezed her nipples, and with her free hand she started to cup my balls.   She bounced up and down and whispered in my ear, "We have to be quick or I'll get fired," and with that, I grabbed her and gave her about 15 long, hard and quick thrusts before she exploded in orgasm. My cock moved all the way in and out of her sweet, wet pussy, and with each thrust she gave out a sexy moan.   She tensed her pussy told begged me to cum in her, and I quickly exploded all over her insides. She giggled as an enormous amount of cum shot into her, and she looked at me with that mischievous smile and said I sure had a lot of cum. She sat up, and as my dick fell out of her she whimpered. I quickly put it away, and she sat back down on me grinding against me and whispered dirty thoughts for another half hour. I told her how great she was and asked her what time she got off, and perhaps she'd like to come over later for a little more fun.  She said sure, but she didn't get off until four am, but she'd love to come by tomorrow. With that, we agreed on our plans and I got up to leave. I gave her a peck, and she whispered to me: "By the way, maybe you could put that big cock in my ass tomorrow, if your ok with that?" She grabbed my dick again. "I really need someone to fuck me hard back there" You bet, and I gave her one last squeeze. We smiled as I began to fantasize about the next day. i n c e s t       It was the last day of my summer holiday staying with my dad and the sun was shining through the gap in the curtains as I slowly awoke and stretched lazily. I got out of bed, showered and went to get dressed. I pulled on a white lace thong and matching 34C bra smoothing my hands over my toned body as I looked in the mirror. I chose a strappy pale yellow short summer dress that contrasted nicely with my soft tanned skin and let my golden sun kissed hair flow loose and wavy down my back. I slicked on some black mascara and swept a dab of blusher over my cheekbones before making my way downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. My dad was already up, eating toast and reading the paper at the breakfast bar. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and his favourite blue shorts which made me cringe a little. They're shorter than what's in fashion at the moment but he likes them and wears them anyway. He's in good shape for a 46 year old so I guess he can pull it off. I said good morning to him and helped myself to coffee and popped some toast in the toaster. We talked about what we'd do that day and eventually agreed to go down to the lake, rent a boat and spend the day relaxing and making the most of the hot weather. Unfortunately his car had broken down the day before and his mate Richard who was once a mechanic was due to come round tomorrow evening to take a look at it for him. I didn't bring my car with me since it would have been a six hour drive so I got the train down for the week instead, which meant we didn't have our own transport and would have to get the 162 bus to the lake. After breakfast we packed a bag of food and drinks and set off for the bus which takes just under an hour to get to the lake. We didn't have to wait long until the bus arrived but it was packed and really hot with it being a Saturday and such gorgeous weather. My dad managed to get a seat near the back right by the rear door. I tried to follow so I could stand near him but there were so many people it was difficult to get through. With more people getting on and off the bus I was moved back and forward with the crowd and by the time the bus started moving again I'd ended up stood right in front of my dad but with my back to him. I tried to turn around but there were too many people crushing against me so I had to stay where I was and we set off for the lake. The bus stopped at some traffic lights and as it accelerated again I tried to move my foot to get better balance only to find there was nowhere to move it amidst all the other feet and people's bags. I overbalanced and started falling backwards and felt my dad's strong hands grab my waist as I fell. I ended up sitting on his lap facing forwards away from him. I felt really awkward as we don't have a touchy sort of relationship so sitting on his lap isn't something I'd usually do. I tried to get up but there were so many people and I had no leverage, I heard my dad from behind me telling me it was okay; I could just stay where I was. We sat for 10 minutes or so, me still feeling slightly awkward about it. As we rounded a bend the lady in front of me moved position again and stood on my foot by accident. She looked over her shoulder and apologised but I just said it was fine and scooted further back on my dad's lap, I felt him tense up and thought he must be feeling awkward like I was. As the bus swayed on I suddenly felt something brush the underside of my thigh close to my lace covered pussy, I thought I was imagining things at first but then I felt it again. To my horror I realised that the only thing it could be was my dad's cock. I must have accidently rubbed on him when I moved back causing his cock to stir. I stayed as still as possibly my face flushing with embarrassment. Why was this happening, I was his daughter, surely he couldn't be getting turned on! As the bus continued, with each bump and turn of a corner the rubbing pressure on the underside of my thigh increased and I could feel my dad trying to move backwards into the seat. I didn't know what to do so I remained as still as possible and pretended I hadn't noticed anything was wrong but I was alarmingly aware of the fact that my short dress wasn't covering my pussy underneath me as it had rode up a little when I sat down. There was only the sheer lace fabric of my thong and the thin material of my dad's shorts between me and his hard cock which was still rubbing an inch to the left of my pussy lips every time the bus moved. Suddenly the bus lurched to one side as it took a corner and I was jolted to the left on my dad's lap. With the sudden movement my body was ground down causing his hard cock head to push sideways on my thong, pushing it to the right of my pussy lips. I felt panic rising as my pussy was now completely exposed and the head of my dad's cock was pushing horizontally between my pussy lips, only separated from me by the thin material of his shorts. I gasped, it felt so big, my boyfriend's cock is 6 inches and not very thick but my dad's felt as thick as my arm and it was at least 8 inches long. I'd only just turned 18 last month and lost my virginity to my boyfriend shortly after. I felt so ashamed as I felt my pussy lips swell and my tight hole become moist. How could this be happening? My pussy became really sensitive and I could feel every twitch and slip of his hard cock as the bus continued on. I then heard my dad's voice in my ear, through clenched teeth, he quietly told me to get up. I tried but there was nowhere for me to go, all the floor space was covered in either other people's feet or their bags and the people were packed in tight around us making standing impossible. I looked over at the person next to us thinking he must have noticed something by now but he was facing away, talking to someone across the aisle. My dad remained tense and still behind me, I wondered what must be going through his mind and whether our relationship would be strained after this embarrassing nightmare was over. I looked at my watch; we only had a further 20 minutes to go. I willed it to go faster. A few minutes later we came to a section of straight road that had speed bumps to stop people driving too fast but the bus driver barely slowed below 30mph and as we hit the first speed bump I was jolted up and my upper body went forwards so I was almost bent double. As the buses momentum pushed me back into my dad's lap, to my horror my ass pushed his thin shorts high up his legs and his hard protruding cock was pushed horizontally between my silky wet pussy lips, the head rubbing on my clit causing me to shudder. I heard him gasp behind me but he remained stock still, probably in shock. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't stand up because of the throng of people and there was nowhere else to go. My pussy was becoming more and more wet because of the constant stimulation and I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. Before I realised it we reached the next speed bump, the driver barely slowed and we hit it hard. I jolted up and forwards again and as the bus sped on the momentum drove me back, I tried to reach out and grab someone to stop myself falling back but I missed and my swollen wet pussy lips were roughly parted as my dad's hard bulbous cock head pushed through my tight wet opening. I stifled a yelp as my pussy was forcefully and painfully stretched open. His cock was only a couple of inches inside me so I try to squirm around to dislodge it but I immediately stopped as all it did was push him deeper. I couldn't believe this was happening! From behind me I heard a suppressed grunt through clenched teeth and then nothing. I was so embarrassed and scared of what might happen next. My dad's cock was huge and it was only half way inside me! All too soon we hit the next speed bump, I was thrown up again, my dad's cock sliding almost all of the way out of me before I was thrown back again. I clenched up, preparing for what was to come but it made no difference as every hard pulsing inch of my dad's cock was forcefully plunged inside my tight gripping pussy walls until the head must have been up near my stomach. It was so thick and hard, I gasped, my eyes wide, staring straight ahead as every nerve set on fire in my stretched throbbing pussy. There was a stifled groan behind me. I knew we'd hit the next speed bump any second and quickly grabbed my dad's bare thighs. We hit the speed bump hard and I was thrust up again, my dad's cock sliding all the way out of my pussy. I dug my fingers into his thighs trying to break my fall and move myself at the same time. I fell back to his lap and to my relief I felt his hard cock head jab at my opening but then slide along my exposed pussy so it was horizontal between my pussy lips. I no longer had my dad's cock in my pussy but instead it was rubbing insistently at my clit each time the bus moved, the vibrations from the engine taking my arousal to a new level. When was this ever going to end! My pussy was dripping wet and my swollen lips were gripping the length of my dad's horizontal throbbing cock. I was so aroused but felt disgusted with myself at the same time, this was so wrong, I couldn't think of anything worse. I was still gripping my dad's thighs and as the bus hit another speed bump I was thrown up again, I tried to control my fall as I did before but the lady stood in front of me lost her balance for a second. My instinct took over and I raised my hands to steady her so she wouldn't fall and crush me. I immediately realised my mistake as I was thrust back onto my dad's fully erect thick cock, my swollen wet pussy lips giving way to him as he penetrated my sore tight wet hole once again. I felt him stretch me, fill me as I shuddered, letting out a moan. I dropped my head in embarrassment. With each sway of the bus my body was being moved backwards, forwards, and side to side effectively making me grind down on my dad's throbbing cock buried deep in my overstretched wet hole. We stopped at a set of lights and I thought this would bring some relief to the constant swaying and jolting of the bus but the idling engine under where we sat caused a new sensation and our tense bodies hummed and vibrated causing further stimulation to my full aching pussy. I didn't know how much more I could take. I was flushed and sweating and so wet between my legs and the underside of my thighs where my dad's cock had spread my juices. As each speed bump came and went we were thrust apart and thrown back together, my dad's hard cock deeply penetrating my silky wet pussy and stretching my smooth inner walls as we both quietly gasped and grunted. I was so turned on but didn't want to be, I tried to think of other things to take my mind off what was happening but it was impossible, I couldn't ignore the hard 8 inch cock that was stretching my pussy walls and setting my nerves on fire. I felt a slow tingle come over my body and desperately tried to hold off the inevitable, what sort of person orgasms on their dad's cock!? It was no good, as the momentum caused my dad's cock to repeatedly force into me, I tipped over the edge, my toes curled, I dug my fingernails into my dad's bare thighs, dropped my head so no one would see the look of ecstasy on my face and my whole body shuddered as I clenched tight around his cock. A wave of pure pleasure washed through me as my body spasmed. I immediately felt my pussy being stretched further as my dad's pulsing cock engorged, I heard him grunt 'no, no, NO', then there was a sudden warm gush deep inside me as his swollen cock pumped his hot fertile seed into me, my pussy spasming and milking every last drop of cum from his thick twitching cock. We both sat still, not daring to move as our sweaty bodies remained pressed together at the hips and we panted, trying to regain our composure. I was so mortified, I'd effectively just ridden my dad's cock until we'd both cum together and his now softening member was still wedged deep inside me! I squirmed a little and felt it move, I squirmed some more and it slowly slid out through my wetness causing me to shudder from the sensitivity of my used pussy. His cock remained there, the softened hot length of it pressed horizontal between my pussy lips as his cum slowly dripped from my aching tight hole onto him. The bus stopped and some people in front of us got off leaving a small gap. I struggled up on shaky legs, pulling my dress down as I stood. I turned around, my dad was pulling down his shorts which were crumpled and wet with my juices and his cum. I stood panting for a moment then reluctantly looked up and looked him in the eye. He stared back at me, his face unreadable, eyes dilated black. n o n c o n s e n s u a l ( i )       With a strangled cry, I shot straight up, knocking my blanket onto the floor and causing my friend to grumble in her sleep. My body trembled, hunching into a ball as I fought off the nightmare that had woken me. It was a couple minutes before I finally calmed down enough to stretch my legs out, forcing myself to take slow deep breaths. My hands rubbed at my eyes, trying to ease the slight burn of tears unshed. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stood up shakily, propelled towards the door in search of water for my dry throat.   "Everything is okay," I muttered to myself as my still sleepy eyes searched the dark hallway for monsters. Smothering a yawn, I slipped quietly down the stairs, feeling the last vestiges of my nightmare shake off now that I was up and moving. Curiosity drew me towards the sound of the tv in the living room, wondering why Alicia's dad would be up so late. I poked my head in, spying him sprawled across the couch, holding a beer in one hand, the other hand on his-   "Oh!" A startled cry escaped me as my brain finally registered what was happening, and my body quickly propelled itself backwards and down the hall towards the kitchen. Once safely away, I leaned on the counter, taking shaky breaths as the scene rolled over and over in my head. I'd had a crush on Alicia's dad for a long time. He was in good shape for an older man, or for a younger man honestly, with laugh lines around his mouth and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. His head was covered in thick black hair, only just starting to grey, showing mostly in the nearly silver wings above his ears.   Being the best friend of his daughter, I'd never even entertained the idea of anything actually happening between us, as he seemed to think of me as a second child. He had, however, ruined me for guys my age. They lacked the maturity, the caring nature, even the authority that I've come to desire because of him.   "Leah? What the hell are you doing up?"   The sound of his voice knocked me from my musings and my eyes found him blocking the doorway. Unable to help myself, I glanced quickly down at his crotch, but his jeans were back where they should be.   "I-I, um, I was getting some water?" The statement came out sounding like a question, as my eyes glued themselves to the floor tiles to avoid looking at him. There was a long silence before he spoke again.   "How much did you see?" He asked with a sigh.   "Nothing!" The word came out too forcefully to sound believable.   "Leah." His voice was hard, that tone that made me tremble, made my heart race, and my eyes found themselves unwillingly meeting his. "We do not lie in this house, do we?"   "No, sir," I whispered, eyes dipping back to the ground. He sighed again, before moving towards me until his legs appeared in my line of sight. A rough finger hooked under my chin and tugged it up, forcing me to meet his gaze. This close to him, I remembered finally that I was standing there in only a pair of panties and a t-shirt that barely covered my ass. A blush spread across my pale cheeks, bright enough that I'm sure it could be seen even with the lights off.   "Leah, how many times have I told you to call me Daniel?" His hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing across my red cheek. I only barely resisted the urge to nuzzle into his touch.   "I-I'm sorry, but it's hard. My parents drilled 'Ma'am' and 'Sir' into my head," I murmured, shifting from foot to foot, hoping to escape this uncomfortable situation soon.   The hand on my jaw slid down slowly, fingers trailing across my throat, tracing my collarbone and rubbing across the shoulder exposed by the looseness of my shirt. A small step brought him closer, until I was practically pinned to the counter, having to crane my head back to meet his eyes.   "I love how respectful you are," he says, voice dropping to a tone I'd never heard before. It was low, raspy, growly, making little shivers run up and down my spine. "But every time I hear the word 'Sir' come from those pretty little lips, it does things to me." His hand tightened on my shoulder, startling a whimper from me. The sound seemed to shake him and he quickly cleared his throat and stepped back. I exhaled, only just realizing that I'd been holding my breath since his voice had dropped.   "Get your water and go back upstairs Leah," he ordered as he turned and strode quickly from the room. The moment he was out of sight I collapsed to the floor, legs trembling too much to hold me up. What the fuck was that?   ~~~~~~   The rest of my night was uneventful, and I managed to leave in the morning without running into Daniel again. My whole next week was spent agonizing over it, until I finally decided to put it from my mind. It had to have been a fluke, or even a dream. There was no way it had actually happened. Either way, I spent the next couple of weeks avidly avoiding him.   Nearly a month later, only a week before our last day of senior year, I found myself staying the night with Alicia again. I'd worried that things would be awkward between her dad and I, but he seemed not to remember our encounter in the kitchen, relieving my mind and allowing me to relax and enjoy the evening. We ate dinner together, reminiscing about the all the mischief Alicia had gotten into, and subsequently dragged me into, throughout high school. More than once, her dad bemoaned the fact that I hadn't been his daughter instead, since I was the good girl, until Alicia pointed out that she would have corrupted me either way.   I'd moved into the house next to hers almost 2 years ago exactly. She must have seen me move in, because she was over the next day, demanding that I come swimming with her. We'd basically been inseparable ever since.   Our night ended with a cheesy romantic comedy that had us both giggling endlessly while her dad escaped to his office, saying that he needed to keep his masculinity intact. Somewhere towards the end of the movie, I started to drift off, body melting into the couch, and within moments I was passed out.   I woke up with a cry a couple hours later, body covered in a sheen of sweat, blankets tangled around my legs. The palms of my hands were pressed to my eyes, both to keep tears from flowing and to rub away the images from my nightmares. I trembled, knees coming up towards my chest, struggling to calm down, when a sudden noise made me cry out again.   "Shh shh shh, Leah, what's wrong?" The voice was familiar, calming me enough that I could lower my hands, though tears still threatened to fall. "I heard you yell, what's wrong sweetie?" Strong hands gathered me up gently, shifting me around until I was settled on his lap, head tucked into his chest.   "I-I had a n-nightmare," I whimpered, hands clutching desperately at his shirt. Long fingers stroked through my hair, slowly calming me down until I was no longer trembling.   "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, to which I simply shook my head. He didn't press the issue, instead continuing to stroke my hair soothingly, his other hand wrapped around my hip. After a while, the horror of my nightmare passed enough that I could relax, and I started to grow aware of something hard pressing into me from below. It took me a moment, but when I finally realized what it was my face flushed, and my body shifted awkwardly.   "Th-thank you for calming me down. I should probably head off to bed." I started to shift around to get up, but his arms tightened, holding me in place.   "Shhh, sweetie, no need to thank me, that's what I do. But if you go back to sleep now, the nightmare could come back." His big hand squeezed my hip, making me aware of how tiny I was compared to him. "I wanna make sure you're aaaalllll better first." His fingers threaded through my short hair before tightening, not enough to hurt but enough to limit my ability to move. My head was slowly pulled backwards, forcing my eyes to meet his, and as his breath hit my face for the first time, I had a realization.   "You're drunk," I accused, eyes narrowing slightly.   He grinned, a big dopey grin. "A little bit. And you're beautiful." A flush spread across my cheeks at the compliment. I didn't get many of them. I mean, I suppose I'm an attractive girl, in a waifish sort of way. I'm about five foot two and very slender, with chin length blonde hair and big green eyes and skin that refuses to hold a tan. However, as attractive as I may or may not be, Alicia was my best friend. She was bright and vivacious, curvy and stunning and flirty, while I was her pale, shy shadow. This didn't lead to much in the way of male attention.   "S-sir, you should really let me go. This isn't appro-"   "Mmm, say that again," he murmured, pressing his lips to my ear.   "Wh-what?" My voice was weak, his touch making butterflies flit in my stomach.   "Sir. I love the way it sounds coming from your lips." He shifted me around so that I was straddling him, my hands pressed to his chest, trying to push away. His grip was too firm though, hands tight on my hips.   "Please, this isn't appropriate, you need to let go," I said desperately, pushing harder on his chest as one of his hands slid up to wrap around the back of my neck.   "Who cares? I know you want this." Those blue eyes that I so loved were hooded, and I barely recognized the look on his face. "I've seen the way you look at me." He drew me closer until our noses touched. "Like there's nothing you want more than for me to pick you up and ravish you."   His words lit a fire in my stomach and my body trembled. I couldn't deny what he said. I'd fantasized about him taking me, many times, even gotten off to it. There was a difference between fantasy and reality though, and some things were better left to fantasy.   "I can see the gears turning in your head Leah," he murmured, lips brushing against my ear again. "Stop thinking so much and just enjoy. I know you want to."   I shook my head back and forth fiercely in denial. The hand on the back of my neck slid into my hair and tightened until a pained noise escaped my lips.   "We don't lie in this house Leah." His voice was stern, eyes hard as he forced me to look at him.   "I-I'm sorry Sir," I whispered, tears gathering in my eyes. His face softened, the grip of my hair loosening, and he slowly kissed the tears away.   "Good girl. You've fantasized about me fucking you, haven't you?" The coarse term made my face flush, bright enough that it could be seen even in the low light.   "Y-yes sir." The words just barely dragged themselves out, my eyes squeezing shut.   "Mmm, that's a good girl. Now, I don't think we need this anymore."   My eyes opened as he released me, but before I could scramble out of his lap my shirt had been stripped, leaving me topless in front of a man for the first time in my life. A squeak escaped me and I quickly covered my breasts with my arms.   He frowned, wrapping his hands around my wrists and jerking my arms away. "Now now, none of that." His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my pale chest, my breasts barely a B cup, though perky, with small pink nipples. They tightened into little peaks under his gaze. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy."   Blush spreading down my chest, I struggled to free my wrists, but he very easily maneuvered me so that they were pinned with one hand behind my back. This left his other hand to cup my breast, the touch making me gasp. That dopey grin split his face again, hand gently squeezing my breast, almost massaging it. The sensation made me squirm on his lap, which only served to push my hips closer to his, and once again I felt the evidence of his arousal, thankfully separated by multiple layers of clothing.   "Please, please, stop," I pleaded, shaking my head back and forth. "Please, I can't- I haven't- I've never-"   His hand stilled, confusion in his eyes as they met mine. "Have you ever been topless in front of a man before?"   I shook my head, fighting back tears. His eyes widened and he sputtered for a moment in apparent shock, before finally grinning. "I'm assuming that means you're untouched everywhere." I nodded, body slumping, hoping now he'd finally get the idea that it was wrong for him to be touching me like this. n o n c o n s e n s u a l ( ii ) Calloused fingers tweaked my nipples, drawing a startled moan from my lips. "That means I'll be your first. Fuck that's hot."   My eyes widened and I began to struggle again as I realized what he intended. "No!" I yelled, arching and twisting my body helplessly, knowing that I was nowhere near strong enough to escape until he let me. Which he didn't seem inclined to do. I opened my mouth to yell again but the sound was swallowed by his lips, pressing hard to mine as his free hand curled into my hair, preventing me from pulling away.   And then we heard a noise from upstairs, the sound of feet hitting the floor. We stared at each other, wide eyed, listening to the soft thumping, the sound of a door being opened, and then all of a sudden we were a flurry of movement. My shirt was pulled quickly back over my head, tangling me as I attempted to get my arms in. By the time we heard the stairs creak he had me re situated so that I was curled up in his arms again.   "Is everything okay down here?" Alicia asked as she stumbled into the room, rubbing her eyes. "I heard a yell." Seeing us, she frowned. "Another nightmare?"   I glanced nervously up at Daniel before pushing out of his lap. "Y-Yeah. Sorry I woke you up."   She wrapped her arms around me for a moment before tugging me towards the stairs. "No problem. Let's go back to bed."   My eyes found Daniel again, catching the frustrated look on his face, before we were out of sight again. Moments later I found myself curled in a pile of blankets and pillows with my friend, sleep blurring the edges of my vision. My last thoughts were of him, of that awed look on his face when he'd stripped my shirt off. I'd never felt so desirable before in my life, and despite my reservations, a big part of me wanted to feel it again.   ~~~~~~   The next morning I woke up early, scrambling to get myself ready and off to school before I could run into Daniel. His darling wonderful daughter however complained repeatedly about me waking her up so early and fell promptly back to sleep, leaving me to anxiously pace across her room. My stomach had started to rumble, but I didn't want to chance going to get food without Alicia by my side.   Finally, the hunger chewing at my stomach overwhelmed my anxiety, and I crept down the stairs as quietly as possible. I'd almost made it when a sound in the hallway made me spin.   "Leah, we need to talk."   I swallowed nervously, trying to creep backwards towards the kitchen, but he was in front of me before I could take more than a step, hands curling around my shoulders to hold me in place.   "We need to talk about last night," he said quietly, probably so his voice wouldn't carry up the stairs.   "No, we don't. I-I think we should just forget it happened," I said as I trembled in his grip. He growled softly and spun me so that my back was to the wall.   "We can't just forget that it happened," he snapped, frustration clear in his face. I flinched away and his eyes softened. "I'm sorry Leah, I didn't mean to scare you." One of his hands released my shoulder to brush gently across my cheek. "But it happened, and it needs to be addressed. I'm sorry I tried to force myself on you while I was drunk."   My eyes shot up to meet his, startled. That certainly hadn't been the response I was expecting. I was relieved of course. What had happened was inappropriate. For so many reasons. An apology meant that it wasn't going to happen again, right?   For some reason that thought actually kind of hurt. Did he only desire me when he was drunk? Was he just horny, and I was the closest available person? Just some mishap to be discussed and then filed away, never to be mentioned again?   I told myself very firmly that that was for the best. Any fantasies I may have about him should stay exactly that. Fantasies.   Why didn't I believe that?   "I forgive you," I murmured after a long moment of silence. "You were drunk and I was there and things got out of hand."   "It won't happen again, I promise." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead as I closed my eyes and held back tears. "Next time I try and seduce you, I'll make sure I'm sober."   My eyes shot open, head snapping up to look at him. "Wh-what?"   "I got out of hand. I'd planned on finally seducing you after you graduated, but I lost my head last night. Now that it's happened though, I can't wait until then. I don't want you running off." His eyes were serious and determined, and I trembled under his stare like a deer in headlights.   "B-but, y-you, we can't, it's n-not ri-" His hand moved across my mouth, stemming the flow of my stuttering.   "We can, and it is right. You want this and I want this, and that's all that's important."   "But Alicia-" I started around his hand, only to have it press down harder.   "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," he said, and I realized how completely serious he was about this. For a moment, my heart thrilled, and a fire was lit in my stomach, but I quickly and ruthlessly stomped both into the ground.   We both started to say something, but were once again interrupted by the sound of Alicia coming down the stairs. While he was distracted I ducked away from him and darted into the kitchen. She appeared a moment later, without him, and gave me an odd look.   "You gonna eat that apple or just stare at it?" She asked, making me realize that I'd snagged an apple from the counter without noticing.   "Um, eat it. Come on, we're going to be late for school." She rolled her eyes and grabbed an orange before following me to the front door.   ~~~~~~   "So what's going on between you and my dad?"   Alicia's voice startled me from my thoughts and I turned wide eyes to look at her. "Wh-what do you mean? Th-there's nothing going on."   She rolled her eyes, turning in her chair so that she was facing me. "Oh come on, don't pull that crap with me. I know how big of a crush you have on him."   My eyes darted around the room, to see if anybody had overheard, but being so close to the end of the year, our classes were basically everyone playing on their phones and talking. Including the teachers.   "I do not have a crush on your dad," I whispered harshly and nervously.   She laughed, the sound briefly drawing the attention of a couple people. "Oh, shut the fuck up Leah. You've had a crush on him for like forever. You're not exactly subtle about it."   My face flushed and I didn't bother to respond, knowing my blush had given me away.   "I'm also not dumb. The two of you ran from the hallway real quick this morning." Her eyebrow arched as I tried to deny it, my stuttering making my argument much less convincing. "Uh huh? And what about last night? I know sex when I see it."   I sputtered. "We were not having sex!"   A grin split her face. "But something happened." I automatically flushed, making her grin larger. "Ha! I knew it."   "It was nothing," I muttered, trying to turn away from her and focus on my book again. It was promptly snatched from my hands and smacked against my head.   "Don't give me that shit Leah."   "Alicia, he's your dad," I said, stressing the last word, rubbing my head.   She shrugged. "So?"   I paused, startled by her nonchalant answer. "...so? He's your dad. I could never-"   "And why not? I know you're still a virgin." I flushed and started to interrupt her, but she just continued, talking over me. "And who better to introduce you to sex than an older, more experienced man? Especially one who cares about you. He could totally make your first time actually enjoyable, unlike mine." She made a face and we both laughed, remembering the guy who'd apparently cum within thirty seconds of shoving inside of her.   I sobered up after a moment. "But he's your dad. It wouldn't be right."   "You keep saying that like it means something." She leaned forward, putting her hands on my shoulders to keep me from escaping. "I can objectively say that I have a handsome dad. And you're fucking gorgeous even if you won't admit it. Shut up, I'm not done," she snapped when I opened my mouth to argue. "I know you like him. And I know he finds you attractive. I've seen him watching you when he doesn't think anyone is looking."   My mouth fell open. "B-but don't you at all care?"   She shrugged. "Not really. I mean, he's kinda hot. If he wasn't my dad, I'd fuck him."   "Alicia!"   Her head fell back and she roared with laughter at my expense. My head fell to the desk and I groaned. After a moment she began to calm down and delicately patted my head.   "You're so cute and easy to fluster." She grinned. "If I was into women I'd fuck you too."   I'm pretty sure I had a crazy person for a best friend.   ~~~~~~   On our walk home I turned down an invitation to come have dinner with her and her dad that evening, citing a desire to have a quiet night at home. She gave me a look that said she didn't believe my reasoning, but she didn't press the subject more. We parted ways in front of my house with a wave and I hurried inside, dropping my bag by the front door.   I immediately made my way to the living room and turned music on, covering the silence that permeated my house. After that it was off to the kitchen to have a snack and plan dinner, taking comfort in my daily ritual, using it to fend off the thoughts that had plagued me all day. A bowl of popcorn in hand, I stepped outside and dropped onto the back step, saying hello to the stray cat who'd adopted me when I moved in.   "What am I supposed to do Popcorn?" I asked, scratching the mangy creature behind his ears. His meow was decidedly unhelpful, though he did crawl up into my lap to cuddle. After a moment it occurred to me that he was only after my snack, so I scattered a few pieces on the ground for him.   My mind idly wandered back to last night, to how his gaze made me feel desirable, how his touch ignited a fire within me that I'd never experienced before. I wanted to feel that again so badly, it was almost a need. An ache, that resonated through my whole being.   Just as I started to seriously consider allowing him to seduce me, a loud meow startled me from my thoughts. I looked down to see Popcorn staring at me, all of his snack gone. I scattered a few more kernels on the ground before retreating back into the house, shaking my head.   The rest of my evening was spent trying to distract myself. I drowned my thoughts with music and busied myself with chores, before finally curling up with a book to while away the last few hours before bed.   All of my efforts to distract myself went down the drain the moment my head hit my pillow. As my eyes closed I saw his face again. Not from last night, but from this morning, as he told me with utter seriousness that he was planning on seducing me. My heart leaped in my chest at the memory and I rolled to my stomach, pressed my face into my pillow, and screamed into it for a moment.   There were so many things wrong with this situation. He was twice my age. He was Alicia's dad. He was... I couldn't think of a third reason. I'm sure there were some, but my brain never seemed to work quite right when it came to him.   Without realizing it, my fingers had slipped across my chest to toy with one of my nipples through my shirt. I snatched it away like I'd been burned and very firmly put my hands above my head. This however brought on fantasies of Daniel pinning my hands to bed, so that he could tease my body in any way he wanted.   With a groan I gave up trying to be good and whisked my shirt off, hands immediately cupping my breasts. My fingers pinched and teased my nipples and I imagined it was Daniel. I saw him as he was last night, the awe in his face when he saw my small chest, as if it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. I pinched my nipples harder, remembering how his calloused fingers had felt there.   Slowly, one of my hands drifted down to the edge of my panties and paused there. I could see Daniel between my legs, watching hungrily, demanding that I touch myself for him. My hand did so without conscious thought, rubbing down over the outside of my panties and finding that they were already soaked. I rocked my hips, grinding against my hand, until I needed more, my body crying out for attention.   No longer feeling shy, I moved my hand and slid it back down inside my panties, gasping as I grazed across bare flesh. My hand rubbed softly across the outside of my lips for a long moment, before one of my fingers delicately parted them and slid inside of me.   I was so wet that it went in with ease and I quickly added a second. In my mind I could hear him telling me to fuck myself for him, to make myself cum while moaning his name. Unable to resist his orders in my fantasy, I started to thrust my fingers, hips rocking instinctively against them.   My other hand was nearly abusing my nipples at this point, moving from one to the next, squeezing just hard enough for pain and pleasure to begin to blend. When flames began to build in my stomach, the fingers inside of me moving faster, breath coming quicker, that hand trailed down to rub furiously at my clit.   There he was, demanding I cum for him. I did so in an explosion, moaning his name as my body bowed off the bed, fireworks bursting behind my eyes. Exhausted, I slumped down against the bed, after a much longer time than I'd expected. I'd never cum quite that hard before. My body was flushed with pleasure, breathing heavy and quick, and I could in that moment admit that it was because I knew what his hands felt like on me.   Too tired to contemplate my emotions anymore, I wrapped myself around my pillow and promptly passed out.   ~~~~~~   It was so dark. Always so dark. And then the pain came. A burning ache that spread over everything, that overwhelmed and tore the world apart. Oh, fuck, the pain. It shredded the mind. Tore chunks from the flesh.   And then red. Pooling and slithering across the skin. Blinding as it trickled from above. Dripping and splattering, specks landing on lips. Oh, god, what was this? Why did it taste like blood?   Limbs flailing, nails scratching at the walls, tearing up fingertips, burning as the red turned to flames. And the screaming, rattling the brain, echoing around until everything was consumed by it, breaking the throat, shredding vocal chords.   And then... pounding?   "Leah!!"   The screaming cut off the moment my eyes opened. My throat was raw, my body lead against the bed, unable to move. There was that pounding again, my name being yelled. I forced my body to roll from the bed, collapsing to the floor as my shaky legs refused to hold me up. My blanket came with me, wrapped around as if it could shield me from myself.   Slowly, oh so slowly, I made it to my door and dragged myself to my feet. Thank god my house was one story. Stairs would have been an insurmountable challenge. The pounding came again and I realized finally that it was someone at the door, demanding entrance. With shaky hands I managed to unlock it and pull it open mid knock.   It was Alicia standing there, a wild look in her eyes. The second the door was open she shot forward, wrapping her arms tight around me.   "Wh-what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sounding rough, broken to my ears.   "You never showed up to walk to school. I came over to get you and I heard you screaming," she said, her cheek pressed to my hair, sounding as if she was holding back tears. "Was it the nightmares?"   I nodded, body shaking and nearly collapsing to the floor as they flashed through my head again. She caught me, barely, and slowly lowered us down until I was cradled in her lap.   "Dad, dad I need you to come over here," she said shakily, into what I assumed was her phone. It was dropped to the floor a moment later and I felt her arm wrap back around me. "Leah, god, Leah why are you home alone?"   "Parents out of town," I murmured tiredly, tucking my face into her chest. "Business meeting." She murmured comforting words into my ear, too low to make out, for a long moment. Finally I heard footsteps, and then a soft curse, and a new body was dropping beside us.   "What happened?" He asked, taking me carefully from Alicia's arms.   "I came to get her and she was screaming in her sleep," she said, her voice shaking.   He nodded and told her to go on to school, that he'd take care of me. Reluctantly, she left, leaving me curled comfortably in Daniel's arms. He hefted me up and stood, closing the door behind him as he carried me back to his house. The walk was a blur, my mind focused on him, trying to ease the ache in my head. n o n c o n s e n s u a l ( iii ) The next thing I was aware of was us curled up on his couch, my body pressed tight to his, one of his hands stroking my hip through the blanket while the other was sliding through my hair. As I shifted, slowly opening my eyes, he looked down at me, face tight with worry.   "Leah, love, what happened?" He asked, hand squeezing my hip lightly. "And why the hell weren't your parents there?"   My voice was dry as I tried to get out the words I needed. "Nightmare. Business trip." He frowned but nodded, shifting me so that I was sitting up in his lap, head tucked into his chest.   "Do you want to talk about it?"   I shook my head hard, a soft whimper escaping as red flashed through my mind, and he made soft comforting noises, hands stroking lightly.   "It's okay, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Is there anything I can do to help?"   "Distract me?" I asked softly, pulling back just enough to look at him through teary eyes. "Music, tv, anything."   He nodded, running his fingers through my hair. "I'll have to set you down to put on a movie. Is that okay?" I nodded slightly, clutching my blanket tighter around myself. He shifted me carefully off his lap and stood, my eyes following him across the room as he set up a movie. Within moments I was scooped back up and trembling in his arms. He started to shift the blanket to a more comfortable position and then suddenly cleared his throat.   "Leah, darling, would you like more clothing?" He asked softly, making me look back up at him in confusion. It took a moment to realize that I'd fallen asleep in just my panties last night, and hadn't put anything else back on this morning. I thought about it for a moment, weighing my desire for a t-shirt with the fact that he'd have to leave me for a couple minutes to get clothes.   Finally I shook my head, though my face flushed, and said, "No, I'm okay with the blanket. I-I don't want you to leave me." He smiled softly, but neither of us said anything else, turning to watch the movie he'd put on. It was cute and funny, and helped a little bit, but red kept flashing through my head, making me shake.   It wasn't until I felt his hand on my bare hip that I realized he'd been slowly shifting the blanket around so that he was under it with me. I didn't say anything, allowing myself to enjoy the feel of his hand on my skin, his other arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me up and against his chest.   His hand slowly drifted across my stomach, fingers tracing along the edge of my panties. My stomach tensed and his fingers stilled for a moment before sliding back to my hip. I was almost sad, until he started tracing patterns up my side, up over my rib cage, lightly brushing across the side of my breast. I shifted then, at the edge of what I could reasonably allow, only to feel his grip tightening.   "I know what you're thinking Leah. I know what's going through your mind. But I want you to be quiet and let me distract you," he murmured into my ear, fingers trailing up and down my rib cage.   "But I-" Before I could get anything more out he shushed me, the hand on my shoulder sliding around to cover my mouth.   "No. No arguments," he ordered, voice firm but not forceful. "If you're going to argue, I'm going to keep my hand here. Do you understand?" I shook my head forcefully, both trying to argue and to shake his hand off. It tightened down and he sighed, lightly pulling so I was facing the tv again. "Watch the movie Leah."   I don't know how he expected me to watch the movie with his fingers drawing maddening designs across my side. When they kept to a, slightly, more appropriate area, I slowly got back into the movie, despite his hand still firmly over my mouth. It was only when I relaxed against him again that his fingers began to move, knuckles brushing against the underside of my breast.   My breath came quicker and my nipples started to harden, but his hand never moved higher, stroking the sides and undersides of my breasts for a couple minutes until I was starting to tremble. His fingertips finally began to draw circles around and around, inching closer to my nipples until they were aching. And then his thumb brushed across one and I inhaled quickly, body arching against my will to thrust into his hand.   He chuckled, warm hand cupping my breast and squeezing gently while his rough thumb slid back and forth across my nipple. It was impossible now to watch the movie, especially since my eyes had drifted shut, mind and body focused solely on the heat of his touch.   My breathing was a little rougher through my nose, but I no longer minded his hand over my mouth. It allowed me to more easily accept what was happening, knowing that I couldn't fight it, couldn't even protest. If I was being honest with myself, and honesty was required in his house, I also liked how vulnerable it made me, in an entirely unrelated way.   Another sharp inhale as his fingers started to roll my nipple between them, tugging lightly. I squirmed and whimpered, my thighs rubbing together. He chuckled again, squeezing and tugging slightly harder.   "Put your hand on my wrist," he murmured in my ear. When I didn't move he repeated it, more command in his voice. My hand shook as I curled it around his wrist, feeling it tense at my tentative touch. "Good girl." My heart thrilled at the praise. "Now I want you to tap two times when it becomes too much, okay?" I nodded a bit, briefly considering tapping now. I didn't think that was what he meant though.   "Good girl," he murmured again, his fingers endlessly teasing my nipple, making me squirm in his lap. It took a moment, but I realized that his grip was slowly getting tighter, the squeezing and tugging getting rougher until it began to hurt. My hand tightened on his wrist and he paused briefly, but I didn't tap. Instead I arched my back, pushing my breast up more firmly into his hand, begging for more.   His growl rumbled in my ear and his hand squeezed my breast almost painfully, fingers abusing my nipple. The pain grew and shot down through my body, centering on the heat between my legs and making my already wet pussy drip. The harder he squeezed and pulled the wetter I grew, my thighs rubbing together restlessly, breathing so hard and quick through my nose that I thought I might faint.   Slowly his fingers eased up, drawing a needy whimper from my throat, until they were simply brushing across my breast with soft strokes.   "Well that was unexpected," he said, voice tinged with amusement. When I glanced up at him there was a grin on his face. "I wanted to see what your pain limit was, and I'll be honest, I really expected you to tap out fairly quickly. But you are just full of surprises, angel."   The pet name set butterflies flitting around in my stomach, my face flushing redder than it already was. I liked the sound of it too much, my mind at war with itself, torn between continuing to fight and surrendering everything to him.   "I'm going to move my hand now, okay?" He said, interrupting my train of thought. "You're going to be a good girl, and not start arguing again, right?" When I didn't answer, his eyes and voice hardened slightly. "Right?"   With a soft whimper I nodded. He stared at me for a moment, as if to decide whether or not I'd actually keep to that, before slowly removing his hand from my mouth. I sucked in a deep breath of air, my eyes slipping shut as I started to breathe normally again. They flickered open again at the feel of his thumb down my nose and across my cheek, his warm smile making my heart thrill.   "Why?" I asked after a moment, my voice a whisper.   "You said to distract you." His grin was brilliant and made my cheeks flush.   "N-no, I mean, all of it. Why? Why me? W-why are you so... insistent that this is right?" I covered my face with my hands as I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.   He gently tugged my hands away and held them against his chest. "I think that's probably a conversation for another time angel," he said, making me frown. His fingers caught my chin, tilting my head back, our faces so close together now that I could feel his breath hitting my face.   His eyes flicked down to my lips and I knew that he was going to kiss me. Rather than fighting it, I leaned up, meeting his lips halfway. His mouth was so gentle on mine, his kiss light and comforting, taking and demanding nothing. It was over sooner than I liked, and I just barely resisted following as he pulled back.   "I think we should probably get some food into you now," he murmured, wrapping me back in my blanket and setting me carefully onto the couch next to him. "Is oatmeal alright?" I nodded and watched him make his way off to the kitchen. My mind was muddled, fingers coming up to touch my lips, missing the feel of his on them.   My mind must have drifted off, because a warm bowl was being pressed into my hands sooner than I expected. His hand ran through my hair as I pulled it against my chest, simply enjoying the warmth for a moment.   "I'm going to head back to your house to grab you some clothes and lock up. Is that alright? Will you be okay here?" He asked, tilting my face up again. I nodded, smiling shyly at him. "Good girl. Are your keys in your backpack?" I nodded again and returned to my food, listening to his footsteps as he left the house.   The moment I was sure he was gone I sighed and let my head drop back against the couch. What was I doing? I may have resisted there at the beginning, but by the time he released me I probably wouldn't have protested had he stripped off my panties and-   "No." I pressed my hands to my eyes, verbally stopping that train of thought. Determined to resist harder, both against myself and against him, I dug into my food.   As I finished, wondering idly why it was taking Daniel so long over at my house, the red flashed through my head again, making me cry out and surge forward, bowl flung across the room. I trembled there on the floor for a long moment, arms wrapped around myself, tears flowing down my face.   I felt myself sinking, sinking, the red overtaking my mind, filling my ears, covering my sight, smothering my breath. I flailed, drowning in it, losing myself again, skin beginning to burn everywhere it touched. A sob burst from my chest and I thought the pain would tear me apart, until a voice broke through the haze.   It murmured, one word, indecipherable through the red. I caught hold of it, pulled it closer. The closer it came, the more the red receded, until I could hear his voice whispering 'angel' in my ear. I clung to it, clung to the meaning behind it. There were so many reasons things couldn't work between us, but I brushed past them for the moment. He saw something in me, something that made him pursue me, want to capture me.   I may not be sure if I wanted to be captured by him, but at the very least I could prove myself worth the effort.   Using that thought, and the sound of his voice in my ear, I pushed until the red began to evaporate. Until I could open my eyes again, could take in a lungful of fresh air, could climb up off the floor.   My legs shook, but I stood, wrapping my blanket back around myself as I did. As I looked around, all traces of red had gone, and I sobbed with relief, pressing my hands to face. I'd done it.   The sobs turned to laughter and I brushed the tears from my face with the corner of my blanket. I hear the front door open, and then Daniel came back into the room, a thoughtful look on his face. It became worried as he saw me standing, my eyes red from crying.   "Oh, angel, are you okay?" He asked, dropping my backpack by the couch.   I laughed again, and nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay."   ~~~~~~   We curled up and watched movies for the rest of the day, after he promised to keep his hands to himself. I was able to relax, to keep my thoughts at bay and simply enjoy. When Alicia got home from school I was swept up in a whirlwind of hugs and tearful exclamations of love and what was her version of comforting words. I laughed and allowed her to fret, reassuring her over and over that I was alright now.   She fretted over me for the next couple of hours, practically feeding me herself when we sat down for dinner. I was bundled carefully into her bed not long after, and fell into a blessedly dreamless sleep the moment my head hit the pillow.   The next day when I woke up, I felt more refreshed than I had in a long time. There were no hazy, half remembered nightmares plaguing me, only a strange lightness and enough energy that Alicia shoved me out of bed for waking her up. That energy was curbed slightly when I bounced downstairs to see that Daniel had already left, but I shook myself. No, it was for the best. n o n c o n s e n s u a l ( iv ) I reinforced that thought as I paced restlessly through the house until Alicia finally stumbled downstairs, still not fully awake.   "I hate that you're a morning person," she grumbled, dragging me out of the house.   My good, almost bubbly mood persisted through the day, drawing a number of surprised eyes. I guess people weren't used to seeing me talkative. Which made sense, considering that I avoided it like the plague during school.   "Leah, are you sure you're alright?" Alicia asked finally during our last period. I looked up at her over my book, startled.   "Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?"   "I mean, after your nightmare the other night? I've never seen you have one that bad," she said, worrying her lip with her teeth. Red flashed through my mind but I shoved it down.   "I'm okay, I promise," I tried to reassure her. "I've had them that bad before." She frowned more, making me think that that probably wasn't the right thing to say there.   "Have you told your parents how bad they get?" She asked, twisting completely around in her chair so she was facing me. "It might be a good idea to, I dunno, maybe talk to someone about them."   I shrugged, turning my eyes back down to my book. It quickly disappeared from my hands, and I sighed. "It's not that big a deal Alicia. I can handle them on my own. I always have."   She frowned at me fiercely. "Damn it Leah, you shouldn't have to. You need to talk to us. Let people help you for once."   It felt weird to have her glare turned on me for the first time. The thought had always terrified me, but I found myself strangely calm. "There's nothing to talk about. I can handle this myself." She made an angry noise and slammed my book back on my desk, spinning back around in her chair.   She didn't talk to me again until we were on our way home, and only then to inform me that I'd be coming over for dinner and staying the night. When I started to protest that glare was turned back on me, and this time I didn't quite have the nerve to argue.   Thus I found myself having a very uncomfortable dinner. Every time I asked for something, Alicia would make snide remarks about how I could handle things myself. Being an intelligent man, Daniel said very little throughout the meal. As we were cleaning up, he suggested we watch a movie. Maybe something funny, with very little drama.   Alicia hurried out ahead of us, presumably to get first pick for the movie. When we finally made our way into the living room though, she was stretched completely out across the couch, and refused to budge her legs.   Leaving Daniel and I to share the chair.   The only way it would comfortably fit both of us was if I curled up in his lap. Which I wasn't exactly thrilled about doing, after what had happened over the past couple of days. I stood for a long moment beside the chair as he settled in, until he finally sighed and dragged me into his lap, pulling my favorite blanket up and around me.   Glancing over as the movie started, I saw Alicia quickly look away from us, a sly smile on her face. That little rat had planned this. I tried to glare at her but she remained very focused on the tv. Slowly my frustration began to disappear, the movie drawing me in as Daniel's warmth melted me.   I didn't actually notice his hand move at first, relaxed as I was in his arms, up until he was very carefully undoing my shorts. My body stiffened, unsure if I was imagining things, or if he was going where I thought he was going. When his fingers began to slide slowly down into the front of my shorts, my eyes darted up to meet his.   He didn't look at me, gaze focused on the tv, but a decidedly mischievous grin split his face. I wrapped my hands around his wrist and tried to tug, but his hand didn't budge, continuing to inch down until his fingers were brushing against my pussy through my panties.   Just barely I managed to bite back a whimper as his hand cupped my pussy and stopped moving. His warmth radiated through me, and I could feel myself already starting to get wet. Once it was in place it stopped moving, seemingly content to grip me through my panties. I struggled to not squirm, to not make noise, eyes occasionally turning up to Daniel, but he never looked away from the movie.   Not even as his hand began to move again, gently stroking and squeezing, stirring the heat to life inside of me. I sunk my teeth into my lower lip to keep from whimpering, and my hips began to rock slowly against his hand, getting lost in his touch. When his hand pulled back, leaving my shorts, I slumped against him, unsure if I was relieved or unhappy about it.   And then his hand was sliding back down, this time inside of my panties. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped as his fingers touched the hot flesh between my legs for the first time. My hands curled back around his wrists, tugging hard as I shook my head back and forth fiercely against his chest. I felt more than heard his chuckle, my small hands doing nothing to impede his slow exploration.   Rough fingers slid along my outer lips, parting them and sliding through the wetness that had begun to leak out. They played along my flesh, teasing my hole, lightly brushing across my clit, as I desperately tried to stay still on his lap.   He wasn't making it easy, grinding his palm against my clit, one of his thick fingers finally seeking and pressing into my hole. My teeth sunk so hard into my lip to keep from squealing that it almost bled, as I was stretched for the first time by something other than my own fingers.   Again, once positioned, he seemed content to leave his hand where it was, not moving or applying any more pressure. It was maddening, having him inside of me without actually doing anything.   My hips started moving of their own accord, grinding almost desperately against his hand until, with another chuckle, it started moving again. As slowly as he'd done everything else so far, he began to grind his palm against my clit again, hand shifting so that his finger slid out and back in.   He stroked me inside and out, building a slow, pleasant heat in my stomach. After a while it was no longer enough. My mind had shut down and I was running on pure need. I needed his finger to move faster, harder, more, I didn't even care at this point, just anything but this maddeningly slow pace that seemed designed to drive me insane.   As if he could read my mind, or I suppose my body rather, his finger picked up the pace, moving faster and sinking deeper, at least as much as it could within the confines of my panties. I pressed my fist to my mouth, sinking my teeth into it to keep from making any noise that could draw Alicia's attention, the fact that she was sitting only feet away making my body hotter.   Another finger slid carefully inside of me and I stiffened against him, stretched more than I'd ever been before. Thankfully he didn't immediately resume thrusting, wiggling and rubbing his fingers around inside me instead, letting me get used to the new fullness. When I began to relax against him he started to move again, and the added finger made my hips rock even harder, made my thighs tremble and squeeze together.   Right before I reached the point where I'd no longer be able to hold back my moans, we heard a yawn from the couch. His hand stilled as I glanced over, seeing Alicia stretch and sit up.   "I'm gonna head upstairs and read for a bit before bed," she said, meandering towards the stairs. "Enjoy the rest of the movie."   We stayed completely still until we heard her door shut, and then suddenly we were a flurry of movement. I was tossed onto my back on the couch and before I could react, my shorts and panties were being yanked to my knees and my legs were levered up and pressed against my chest.   "Wait, what-" I started, only to lose all power of speech as his fingers slammed back into me, thrusting mercilessly. With my legs in this position it felt so much tighter, and within moments I was riding the edge of an orgasm.   "Cum for me angel," he growled. That was all I needed to send me toppling over the edge, a ragged cry tearing from my throat as my body writhed on the couch, the pleasure almost more than I could handle. His fingers began to slow then, allowing me to slip back into my body, to relax again.   "Fuck you're beautiful." My face flushed at his compliment, and doubt began to slip in again. He'd just finger fucked me with his daughter in the room, and I had allowed it. Well, I say allow. I'm pretty sure there was no amount of protest I could put forward that would have made him stop.   I pressed my hands to my face, as if I could blot out the memory of what we'd done. With my eyes covered, I didn't notice him moving until my shorts and panties were being yanked off my legs. I gasped and tried to sit up, to pull my legs together. He wasn't having any of that, and I was quickly spun so that my ass was on the edge of the couch, my thighs thrown over his shoulders.   "St-stop, you have to stop. Please w-we can't do thi- ahhhh." Any following thought was drowned out as his tongue swiped up the length of my slit. My head fell back with a groan, the sound echoed by his chuckle. There was another slow swipe of his tongue, and another groan. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was broader and softer than his fingers, and sent little pleasant ripples of pleasure across my skin.   His tongue dipped delicately between my lips, lapping up the fluids he found there, leftover from my orgasm. The harder and deeper he delved, the more my hips began to rock, my hands gripping the cushions on either side of my head. Oh, god, then he was stiffening his tongue, pushing it inside of me like he had his fingers, and my muscles clamped down, trying to grip it as it thrust in and out.   Without thinking, my hands found my breasts through my shirt, fingers rubbing across my hard nipples. I looked down at him to see him watching me hungrily, and then he did something that made me cry out and arch nearly off of the couch. It took a moment for me to realize that he'd captured my clit in his mouth. His tongue flicked back and forth across it quickly, sending sparks shooting up and down my body.   My whole being became centered on that one spot. I'd never felt anything like it. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, like my body was melting. He tormented it until it became almost too intense, until I was whimpering, my hips squirming, before finally returning to licking and nibbling my inner lips, sending smaller, more manageable shockwaves across my skin.   When I started to nearly hum with pleasure, my hips rocking and grinding languidly against his face, his mouth latched back onto my clit, sucking it between his teeth. A soft pained noise escaped me, and my body arched, trying to escape his mouth, to ease the pressure on my over sensitive organ.   Instead of giving me the relief I needed, he slid two fingers back inside of me, the fit still tight despite how soaked I was. Before I was ready, he started to thrust them hard, bringing tears to my eyes. I sobbed and writhed before him, the pleasure becoming pain as the pain became pleasure.   Just when I thought I would explode, when I thought there was no farther I could climb, no more I could take, he twisted his hand and stopped thrusting, fingers aggressively making what felt like a come hither motion against my upper wall. Whatever spot he hit made fireworks explode behind my eyes, electricity racing across my skin, and I came so hard that it hurt, a scream torn from my throat.   Everything stopped very quickly, fingers and mouth removed, as a hand slapped down across my own mouth, cutting off the sound as I quivered and shook on the couch. As I slowly regained sense he moved his hand, and I caught sight of his grin.   "I think next time maybe we should gag you," he laughed, wiping my juices from his face. I glared at him weakly, though the effect of it was further weakened by the fact that I could barely move. Still chuckling, he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to my lips, his tongue tracing them, seeking entrance.   My lips parted and I tentatively touched my tongue to his. At that first contact, he groaned, a hand sinking into my hair and tilting our heads so that he could deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips, and I couldn't say that I entirely minded it.   He pulled away after a long moment, as breathless now as I was. "Fuck, angel, I think I could become addicted to you."   And just like that the spell was broken. My eyes widened and my hands flew up to push at his shoulders until he backed away. What was I doing? Where were all of my reasonable arguments? Why couldn't I keep my head when he started touching me?   I felt something fall into my lap and realized after a moment that it was my discarded shorts and panties. Without looking up at him I struggled to pull them on, my shaky limbs impeding my progress. With a sigh, he knocked my hands away and gently tugged them up into place. It was only then that I looked up at him, the gentle smile on his face making me tremble almost as much as his mouth had.   "Try not to think too much, okay?" He said, kissing my forehead before turning and lightly pushing me towards the stairs. I took a couple of deep breaths once he was out of sight, my mind still spinning and unable to concentrate. Looking forward to passing out and dealing with this in the morning, I attempted to open the door to Alicia's room.   Locked.   I stared at it in shock for a moment. Why the hell was her door locked? She knew I'd be coming to bed at some point, so why would she- Oh.   My head dropped forward onto the door as I thought about the implications behind it being locked, considering some of the conversations we'd had recently. I stood there for a long time, silently hating my best friend, until I heard Daniel come up the stairs behind me.   "Leah? What are you still doing out here?"   I turned a weak glare on him. "She locked the door."   He looked confused for a moment. "She locked the-" I knew the moment it finally sank in, because all of a sudden it seemed he was doing all he could to not bust out laughing. "She's going to be the death of me one day. Well, nothing to do about it now."   Before I could process or react to his words, I was being scooped up in his arms and carried down the hall to his room. "Hey, w-what are you doing?" I asked nervously as he dropped me onto his bed.   "My bed is infinitely more comfortable than the couch, and after everything that's happened, it seems silly for one of us to go sleep down there." He smiled pleasantly as I glowered, thinking that after everything that had happened, sleeping down there seemed like the best idea. Before I could get up to do so, he'd scooped me up again, depositing me on my back and dropping down beside me.   I tried to turn away, to roll to the other side of the bed, but his arm snaked around my waist, drawing me against him until my back was flush with his chest. A sheet was pulled up over us and a soft goodnight was whispered in my ear. Sooner than I expected, I was drifting off, the heat from his body more potent than any sleeping pill. c h e a t i n g         The doorbell rang at precisely 7AM, signaling the arrival of Courtney Stewart, our babysitter. Courtney lived across the street and two doors down and had been watching our kids on a semi-regular basis for the past three years, since she was fifteen.   Though Cathy and I didn't need babysitting very often, since Cathy, my wife, was a stay-at-home mom, whenever we did wish to go out for a night on the town or whenever there was a meeting or some other function that Cathy needed to attend while I was at work, Courtney was a godsend.   Since she had never really been much of the outgoing type, she was almost always available in the evenings. In addition, she was reliable, sweet, and our two kids loved her to death. We'd always considered her trustworthy as well, at least until the last babysitting episode two weeks before.   That had been when Cathy and I had tried to spend an enjoyable evening by visiting the restaurant where I'd proposed to her ten years before. But, unfortunately, we'd ended up fighting about the same old stupid things. Why was I wasting my time at the District Attorney's office instead of going into corporate law, which paid better?   Why was she spending our money like I had gone into corporate law? Round and round we'd gone, making our marital problems worse instead of better, until we'd come home thoroughly pissed at each other, me bracing to spend the night on the couch again, her trying to goad me into resuming the argument by making nasty remarks towards me in Courtney's presence. The discovery I made in the couch cushions while making up my bed for the night only served to add icing to that particularly bitter cake.   I hadn't told Cathy about what I'd found in the couch, nor did I ever intend to. She would have simply demanded that we never allow Courtney into our house again.   Cathy, apart from being a frustrated social climber, was insanely jealous as well. She had always been somewhat cool towards Courtney, who, though she wasn't really gorgeous or anything, was cute and young, two things that threatened my wife's sense of safety more than anything.   Nor had I mentioned it to Courtney yet. We hadn't needed a babysitter since then and the discovery had occurred after she'd gone home that night. But I needed to mention it to her now, not to embarrass her or chastise her, but just to make sure that what apparently happened in my house that night would not happen again.   I opened the door and there she was on the front porch. She was eighteen years old, tall, her face cute, her body just on the border of what was considered chunky but still firmly on the right side of that particular line. She was full-figured, almost Amazonian, a body that seemed custom made for playing softball or volleyball (both of which Courtney had done in high school). Her hair was a dark, honey blonde. Currently it was pulled up in a loose ponytail. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweats and a long T-shirt. She looked sleepy.   "Hey, Steve," she greeted me, stifling a yawn. "I made it on time."   "Good morning, Courtney," I responded. I was dressed in my usual suit and tie, preparatory to heading in to the office. "Thanks for coming over so early. It really is a pain when they make me actually go to court." And this was true. As a robbery and burglary specialist, it was rare indeed that I actually had to take someone to trial.   Burglars and robbers were usually busted after being tied to multiple offenses and, when they were caught and charged, the evidence against them was usually overwhelming. Many were facing the prospect of doing some hard time, possibly even that dreaded third strike. As such, they were usually happy to take whatever plea bargain I offered.   In this particular case, however, the young man I was prosecuting had a public defender that was almost as dumb as he was. Despite video evidence of him sticking up three convenience stores and two fast food establishments, and despite being caught with the gun that had been used in his possession and with his fingerprints all over it, they had elected to plead innocent and fight it out in court.   Thus I had to go in early to prepare for jury selection, which was taking place that morning, and would have to stay late prepping for the actual trial, which would start first thing the next morning. Cathy was out of town attending a Mother's Against Drunk Driving conference in Seattle (MADD was but one of several organizations she volunteered with as a way of getting out of the house) so Courtney had agreed to come over 7 AM, get the kids off to school, and then come back that afternoon and watch them until I came home.   "What time will you be in?" she asked me. A standard question, of course, and one she certainly had a right to know, but I detected a little hint of something in her eyes.   "Hopefully by 9:30," I said. "Most certainly by ten."   She nodded, the little something beginning to look more and more like and actual gleam. "No problem," she told me. "I'll be able to get some reading done once I put them to bed."   Reading, my ass, I thought. Yes, I was definitely going to have to have this discussion with her. I took a deep breath. "Uh... Courtney?"   "Yeah?"   I wasn't quite sure how to begin. "Well... listen. You've been babysitting for us a long time now and you've always done a very good job and all and you've always been very respectful of our house."   "Well... thanks," she said, her gleam fading a little at my tone.   "You're welcome. But the reason I bring this up is because... well... after the last time you babysat for us... when we went out to dinner... uh... I found a... uh... a condom wrapper in the couch cushions."   The gleam dissolved like sugar in hot tea. Her face instantly flushed bright red. "A... a... a condom wrapper?" she stammered.   "Yeah," I said. "Trojan lubricated with reservoir tip, to be exact."   "I don't know how something like that could have happened," she blurted, her eyes looking everywhere but my face. "I mean... couldn't it be one of yours?"   "I had a vasectomy," I said. "And even before that, Cathy was on the pill. I haven't used a condom in more than ten years."   "But maybe... I mean isn't it possible that Cathy... you know..."   "Courtney, please," I said, holding up my hand. "Let's not go there. Cathy and I haven't been getting along terribly well lately, but I'm pretty sure she didn't have sex with someone on the couch and then leave the condom wrapper behind. You, on the other hand, have been dating that one boy... what's his name?"   "Carl," she said.   "And I know you told me your parents don't like him very much and won't let him come over to your house. Now none of that is any of my business and I'm not trying to make it my business, but I really have to insist that you don't allow your friends into my house, okay?"   She seemed near tears as she slowly nodded. "Okay," she said softly. "I'm sorry."   "Don't be sorry," I told her. "Just promise me you won't bring people into my house anymore, okay? For any reason."   "I promise," she mumbled.   "Good," I said, giving her a smile. "Then on that note, I'll be heading out. I left the coffee on for you."   She bid me an embarrassed goodbye and a moment later I was out the door.     *****     The day went by. We picked our jury in less than two hours since I didn't bother using any of my strikes; after all, even the most moronic or pre-conceived juror would have a tough time justifying an acquittal vote in this case. Once the jury was formed, the tedium began. I went back to the office and began going over every last detail of my case, piece by piece.   I wasn't afraid of losing but I certainly didn't want to forget something vital or make a mistake that would cause me to look like an amateur. As I'd suspected, it took me until nearly nine that night to cover everything.   I drove home somewhat frazzled, tired but too keyed up to feel like getting some sleep just yet. A phone call from Cathy earlier in the day certainly hadn't helped my state of mind much. She had called my office long distance for no other reason than to pick a fight. She'd started in about leaving the kids with "that girl" for so long, which, of course, soon worked its way into the ever popular, "if you worked for a law firm instead of the county we'd be able to afford a real nanny".   I rode the argument out. If I had hung up on her she would have called back. If I'd refused to answer she would've called my secretary and harassed her instead, embarrassing me, herself, and my poor secretary in the process. She had done it before.   So it is not surprising that as I walked in my front door at 9:25, my brain was fixated on one thing and one thing only. I needed a drink.   Courtney was sitting on the couch when I came in, watching music videos on my plasma television. Thoughts of a drink were temporarily shoved to the side as I got a look at her. She was dressed in a pair of tight cotton shorts and a midriff baring tee shirt. Her stomach was smooth and unlined, with a gold stud threaded through her belly button.   Her shoes had been kicked off, leaving her feet bare, and she was sitting Indian style, a position that allowed her shorts to creep upwards, revealing an enticing amount of upper thigh.   God, she's cute, I thought, feeling a wave of lust sweep over me as I took in her form. This was certainly not the first time I'd had such a feeling about her. On the contrary, I'd always enjoyed looking at her, particularly in the last year or so when she'd truly blossomed into a young woman.   I had never been the least bit flirtatious with her, however. Despite my marital problems I was basically an honest, decent guy. I was far from lecherous, at least in the overt sense of the word. She gave me a weak smile as the door closed behind me and I set my briefcase down.   "Kids go to bed okay?" I asked her.   She nodded. "Yeah. I read them a story and they went right to sleep at nine. They were good."   "Perfect," I said. "Thanks again for hanging out so long."   She nodded again, her face somewhat sour. It was obvious that something was wrong with her. Was it just embarrassment over having been caught fornicating on my couch? Or was there something else there? Perhaps she was mad that getting caught had ruined the chance for another encounter on this evening. Whatever it was, it really wasn't my business. I took one last look at her sexy bare legs and that even sexier expanse of upper thigh revealed by the way she was sitting and then my mind returned to the main task at hand. That drink.   "Six hours tonight, right?" I asked Courtney. She nodded.   "I'll write you a check in just a second," I told her. "But first, I really need to pour myself a little something. It's been... you know... one of those days."   She let out a little laugh, a sharp, cynical laugh. "Oh yes," she said. "I know."   "You too, huh?"   "You have no idea," she said.   I left it at that and walked over to the wet bar in the corner of the family room. I took off my suit jacket, draping it over one of the bar stools and then took off my tie, draping it over the suit jacket. I unbuttoned the top button on my dress shirt and then took down a bottle of imported Russian vodka and a martini shaker. I poured a triple shot of the vodka in, added some ice and some vermouth, and then began shaking. As I was straining my concoction it into a martini glass Courtney walked over to watch.   "Breaking out the big guns tonight, huh?" she asked.   "You know it," I replied, opening the small refrigerator and pulling out a jar of green olives. I used my finger to swipe one out and dropped it into my drink.   "So... that's like a martini?" she asked.   "Well, a purist would say that a true martini contains gin instead of vodka, but basically, yes."   She chewed her lip nervously for a second. "Do you think that... you know... maybe I could have one too?"   I looked at her pointedly. "You just turned eighteen, right?"   "Two months ago," she said. "It's not like I haven't drank before."   I sighed. "And if I do make you a martini," I said, "you're not going to be coming over here every day asking me to buy booze for you, are you?"   "No," she said. "I wouldn't do that."   "And you're not going to go home and tell your parents that Steve, the respected deputy district attorney with the ninety-seven percent conviction and/or plea rate got you drunk?"   That got a little giggle out of her. "No," she said. "I swear."   I shrugged, knowing that I was treading on slightly dangerous ground here, but figuring, what the hell? At the very least I might get another look up her shorts. Maybe I'd even get to see what color panties she was wearing. "Okay," I told her. "You talked me into it. But why don't you taste mine first before I make you one. I have a feeling you might not like it too much."   She picked up my glass, smelled it, and then took a drink. Her face contorted instantly into a grimace of disgust. "Ewww," she said, breathing through her mouth to try to flush the aftertaste. "That tastes like gasoline."   "I warned you," I told her, amused. "Martinis, like fine wines, are an acquired taste." I reached down into the bar and pulled out a bottle of apple schnapps. "Let me make you something that's probably a little more to your taste."   "Please," she said.   I poured a double shot of the vodka into the shaker, added a shot of the apple schnapps, and then put in some more ice. I shook it and then strained it into a martini glass for her. The resulting mixture was a pale emerald color. I handed it over to her. "Try this," I said.   "What is it?" she asked, giving another careful sniff.   "An apple martini, also known as an appletini, although no self-respecting male would ever be heard saying that term. It's supposed to have an apple slice in it for garnish but I'm fresh out of apples at the moment."   She took a small sip and her eyes lit up. "Hey, that's good," she said. She took a bigger drink. "It's really good."   "And it keeps the doctor away," I said. "Shall we go grab a seat?"   "Sure," she said, seeming to cheer up the smallest bit.   She turned and walked back to the couch. As she did so I had opportunity to get a good look at her ass. Her cotton shorts were of the kind that had a word printed across the butt. That word was: ANGEL. Protruding from the bottom of her angel shorts, the barest beginning of the swelling of her buttocks was plainly visible. "Wow," I mumbled to myself, as I watched said buttocks rise and fall with her movements. I wondered how angelic she really was and then cursed myself for having such a thought.   We sat on the sectional couch, her on one side, me around the L from her, about four feet separating us. She took another drink of her appletini, a much larger one this time.   "I think I found myself a new drink," she announced.   "Just be careful with them," I warned. "They pack quite a punch."   She giggled. "That's just what I look for in a drink."   We talked of easy things as we sat there: her part-time job at the local pet store, her plans to go to college "some day" after she secured a job that allowed her to move out of her parent's home, the "overprotective" nature of her parents. Gradually, as the drinks went into our stomachs, the awkwardness as a result of the condom wrapper discussion faded away, allowing its emergence as a topic.   "I'm so embarrassed, Steve," she told me. "About everything. You finding the wrapper, having Carl in your house, trying to lie to you about it." She shook her head in disgust at herself. "Will you ever trust me again?"   "I trusted you today, didn't I?" I asked.   "Well... yeah, but you still must've been wondering and worrying the whole time about me having him over again." She hefted her now-empty glass. "Can I have another one?"   My own glass was empty by this point and I could already feel the warmth in my empty stomach, the swimming in my head, as the triple shot coursed through my system. My better judgment, which was usually quite sound, had taken a hit as well since serving her another drink didn't seem like a bad idea at all. "Sure," I told her, standing up and grabbing both glasses. "Another round, coming up." I began to mix up a couple of fresh ones. "Anyway," I told her as I poured free hand instead of measuring, "I was pretty confident that you wouldn't have your boyfriend over tonight."   "Were you?"   "Uh huh," I said. "Mostly because you're a good kid and I know you wouldn't blatantly defy me."   "That's true."   "But also because there wouldn't have been too much time for you to do anything. I mean, the kids go to bed at nine and I told you I could be home as early as 9:30. That doesn't leave a lot of time for indiscretions on the couch, does it?"   She laughed. "With Carl it does," she said. "He could've gone twice and still had time to smoke a cigarette between rounds."   I looked over at her and saw that she was blushing again. "Oh really?" I said.   "Oh my God," she said. "I can't believe I said that out loud. Sorry."   "Nothing to be sorry for," I assured her, amused. I finished up her drink and strained it into her glass. I then quickly constructed a new drink for myself. When they were done, I carried both back to the couch. "Here you go, my lady," I said, handing her hers.   "Thanks," she said, still blushing. She immediately took a large drink of it.   "Anyway," I said, resuming my seat. "I wouldn't be too hard on Carl if I were you. He's still young. What is he, nineteen?"   "Twenty," she said.   I nodded. "Twenty year old guys don't really know how to... uh... you know... control themselves too well yet. Sex is something that takes a long time to perfect."   "So it does get better?" she asked.   "Well... it depends on the guy of course. I mean, some guys never learn how to do it right. But, for the most part, the older and more experienced a guy is, the better he will be at making love."   "Hmmm," she said thoughtfully, a slight gleam returning to her eyes, a gleam that seemed to be directed at me this time. "Very interesting."   Now it was me who was embarrassed as it occurred to me that she might've taken my words of advice the wrong way. "In any case," I said, "I was reasonably sure you wouldn't try to bring anyone over tonight and that you won't do it in the future."   "I won't," she said. "Besides, I'm not sure that Carl and I are going to be going out too much anymore."   "Oh?"   She took another large drink of her appletini. "We had a big fight tonight... on the phone that is."   "I'm sorry to hear that," I said.   She shrugged. "It ain't no big. I mean, it wasn't really working out with him anyway. The only reason he wanted to be with me was to... you know... have sex with me. That's what we fought about. That's all we ever fight about."   "About sex?"   She nodded. "He... well... he was going to try to come over tonight." She cast her eyes down. "I'm sorry, but that was before I knew you knew about... you know... the last time."   "I understand," I told her. "Believe me, I'm not offended by what you did. Believe it or not, I was a teenager once too and I did it more than once in someone else's house while my girlfriend was babysitting. My concern was not about you having sex—after all, you're a big girl now—but about having people I don't know in my house. And at least I know you're using protection, right?"   She giggled a little. "That's a big part of what the fight was about," she said. "Those damn rubbers."   "You fought about rubbers?"   "Well, that was part of it anyway. When I told him that you knew what we had done the last time and that you made it... you know... clear that he wasn't supposed to come over, he asked me how you'd known. So I told him that he'd left his freakin' condom wrapper in the couch."   "Which is better than leaving the actual condom in the couch, I will admit," I told her.   She laughed. "That would just be gross," she said. "Anyway, when I told him that, he blamed it all on me."   "On you? Because he left a condom wrapper in the couch? How's that?"   "Because I make him use the condoms," she said. "He told me if I'd just do it like everyone else and get on the pill or use that whole timing thing, none of this would've happened."   "He sounds like a real prince all right," I said and then blurted out something I wouldn't have had I not had a drink and a half in my system. "Why do you use the condoms anyway? Shouldn't you get on the pill if you're going to be sexually active?"   She was unoffended. "I'm not that sexually active," she said. "Carl is only the third guy I've ever done it with and he's only the second one I've done it with more than once. If I got on the pill my parents would find out about it and would think I was a total slut." She shook her head. "No, I'm not ready for that yet. Maybe when I get a real boyfriend, one who likes me for me and not just so he can screw me, maybe then I'll think about getting on the pill, but I don't think that's gonna be happening anytime soon."   "No?"   "No," she fumed. "I'm starting to think that maybe the lesbians have it right. Guys are a bunch of assholes—excuse my language."   "You're excused," I said. "And you're right. A lot of us are assholes... present company excepted."   Another laugh. "No, you're not an asshole at all. In fact, you're very sweet. When I finally find the right guy, I think he's gonna be someone just like you."   "A married deputy DA with two kids?"   She slapped at my arm. "No, silly, just a nice guy. A guy who knows how to listen." She downed the rest of her drink. "One more?" she asked.   "Okay," I told her, taking her glass. "But that's it. You drink any more after that and you'll be smashed. I don't really want to explain to your parents how you got smashed at my house."   "One more," she agreed. "And I promise I won't rat you out."   I made her a fresh drink and, even though my own was still half full, I refreshed it as well. When I sat down on the couch I saw that Courtney had turned towards me a little more, which served to open up the view of the hem of her shorts again. It was even higher than it had been before, not quite high enough to get a peak at her panties, but up there. The crotch had also pulled tight, outlining the swelling of her mons and giving more than a hint of the split that lie just beneath. I had to tear my eyes away from this sight to keep from springing an erection.   "Thank you," Courtney said as she took her latest drink. "These really are good."   "I'm glad you like them," I said.   She took a thoughtful sip and then slapped at my arm again. "Did you know that I used to have the biggest crush on you?" she asked.   Actually, I did know that. When we'd first employed her as a babysitter—back when she'd been a tomboyish fifteen year old—her puppy love for me had been obvious. But I played dumb. "No," I told her. "I didn't know that."   "It's true," she said whimsically. "I used to dream that I was married to you, that you would take me to my prom dates, that you'd pick me up from school and drive me home." She shook her head. "Silly little girl dreams, I know."   "I'm very flattered," I said. "I trust you're over that now?"   She gave me a saucy look. "Maybe," she said.   Now it was my turn to flush. For the first time the inappropriateness of what was going on here tried to worm its way into my brain. I opened my mouth to tell her that maybe I should go get my checkbook and pay her so she could go home. But before I could do that, she blindsided me.   "Did you ever feel that way about me?" she asked.   Now it was my eyes that were having difficulty meeting hers. "Uh... well..." I stammered, unsure what to say.   "It's okay," she said, a slight frown touching her face. "You don't have to answer. I'm just a fat little girl. Someone like you would never be interested in me. Forget I asked."   "You're not fat, Courtney," I told her. "Not even a little."   "You don't have to make me feel better," she said. "I mean, look at me. They're never going to ask me to model bras in the newspaper."   "Maybe not, but those models are all emaciated freaks. You're a very beautiful young woman."   "You're just saying that," she said.   "Not at all," I assured her. "You're very cute, very nicely proportioned, and, if you don't mind my saying so, I think you're sexy as hell."   "Really?" she asked, beaming, scooting just a tad closer. In the process, her shorts rode up just a little bit more, finally exposing a hint of the panties beneath. My eyes dropped involuntarily down, seeing that they were pale pink in color.   "Really," I said, swallowing nervously and putting my eyes back on her face. "If I were your age and single, you'd had to fight me off."   She smiled. "You're sweet," she said. "And I wouldn't fight you very hard, either."   "That's uh... good to know," I mumbled, stealing another quick peak of her exposed panties. I just couldn't help myself.   "So... so... are you saying you have thought of me that way?" she asked me.   "Yes, Courtney," I admitted. "I have thought of you that way."   She let her legs fall apart just a little more, widening the view of her panties. I could now see a stretch more than half an inch wide, more than three inches long, including the elastic portion along the edge. The combination of the conversation we were engaged in and my fleeting views between her legs caused my cock to begin the normal biological reaction.   "Are you thinking of me that way right now?" she asked softly.   "I'm uh... going to have to take the fifth on that one," I replied.   She swallowed a little more of her drink. "You are, aren't you?" she asked, leaning a little closer. "Can I tell you a secret?"   "Uh... sure."   She gave a nervous giggle. "The first time I ever... you know... had an orgasm, I was thinking of you."   I quite literally didn't know what to say to this. My mouth dropped open as a surge of adrenaline went shooting through me and the rational part of my mind tried to activate the warning system that things were getting out of hand here.   "I shocked you," Courtney said, seeming far from upset by this. "I'm sorry. The booze is making me say things I shouldn't."   "That's uh... okay. Once again, I'm uh... flattered, but..."   "I'll never forget it," she said, before I could finish.   "You won't?"   "No," she said. "I was lying in my bed and I started... you know... playing with myself. I'd done that before, of course, but never to... you know... completion. But I was really horny that night, the horniest I'd ever been before."   "Really?" I said, knowing I should make her stop but unable. The vision of her lying in bed and playing with herself was powerfully erotic.   "Uh huh," she confirmed. "And that was when my crush on you was the strongest. God I was so hot for you. I would've done anything for you. So there I was, my hand in my panties, my fingers going crazy, and it started to feel better and better. And then I started imagining it was your hand down there.   And then I started to imagine you were kissing me and touching my boobs. I got hotter and hotter and really really wet. And then I imagined you... you know... taking out your... your thing and putting it inside of me." She shook her head and sighed. "That did it. I exploded right there on my bed. I moaned so loud my mom asked me if I was all right."   My cock was now a solid ramrod in my pants. I had had many women talk nasty to me over the years—on the phone, in person, in text messages, in email—but never had mere talk aroused me as much as what Courtney had just said. It wasn't so much her words, it was the matter-of-fact, almost naïve way she'd told the story, the way she blushed as the words came out of her mouth, the way her eyes sparkled with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.   Her eyes dropped down to the crotch of my pants where a prominent and obvious bulge had formed. "That turned you on, didn't it?" she asked, not with teasing, but with something like awe.   "Yeah," I had to answer. "Very much."   "Wow," she whispered. "It turned me on too. It always turns me on to think about that."   End this conversation right now! a part of my mind screamed at me. This is leading nowhere good. I didn't listen. Perhaps I would have if not for the fact that it had been almost four weeks since Cathy and I had last had sex, that it had more than a week since I'd even whacked off.   I had a major back-up of testosterone going on and sitting before me was an attractive young girl telling me that she had masturbated to my image, that my image had in fact been responsible for giving her her very first orgasm. And her legs had come a little farther apart as well, showing more of her pink panties to me, more of her smooth inner thigh.   "I still think of you when I play with myself," Courtney told me, pounding a few more nails in the coffin.   "Do you?" I asked her.   "Yes," she whispered. "God, Steve, I'm so wet right now."   Courtney, you really need to leave. I meant to say that. I opened my mouth to say that, I swear before all that is holy and sacred. But that's not what came out of my mouth. "Are you?" I asked instead.   She nodded. "Very," she said, her hand dropping down to her upper thigh. "Would you think I was sick if I..." She took a deep breath. "If I were to... touch myself right now?"   I nearly choked. "You mean... right here?" I asked.   "I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't," she said, her fingers creeping a little further up her thigh.   "Courtney," I said, my voice shaky, my hands trembling, "this is a really bad idea."   "Please?" she pleaded, her fingers now touching the elastic edge of the panties, one fingertip stroking along it, one manicured nail scratching on it. "I'd really love to look at you while I play with myself, Steve. To see your face as I make myself come."   My tremors grew worse, my eyes now unabashedly staring between her legs.   "You could do it too," she said. "We could watch each other. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"   There was, of course, a whole lot wrong with that, but her logic combined with the alcohol and my horniness refused to allow my brain to acknowledge that. She was offering to show her pussy to me! To play with it in front of me! To allow me to play with my cock while I watched her do this! And it wasn't really cheating. Not in the strict and legal sense of the word. It was just visual stimulation. Nothing more, really, than looking at a pornographic video, right? "No," I said. "I guess there really isn't."   She smiled nervously and licked her lips. Her left hand came down and slid into the edge of her panties. Slowly, she pulled them to the side, dragging the crotch of her shorts there with them, revealing her bare pussy to my gaze. It was beautiful, exquisite, everything an eighteen-year-old pussy should be. The area surrounding the lips was shaved smooth. The lips themselves were pink and slightly swollen, glistening with moisture.   "This is so hot," she whispered as she leaned back into the corner of the couch and spread her legs a little wider. While her left hand continued to hold her shorts and panties to the side, her right began to play, the fingers sliding up and down between her lips, delving a few millimeters between them.   "Jesus," I whispered, enthralled, my cock now begging for release.   "Take it out," Courtney told me, begged me. "I want to watch you do it too."   I reached down, opening my belt and unbuttoning my pants, doing it entirely by feel, not moving my eyes from her pussy for even a second. I unzipped and then raised my hips up a little. Doubt tried to push its way into my brain again—you're not really going to take your cock out in front of Courtney, are you?—but I pushed it right back. This was just visual stimulation. Nothing wrong with it. It wasn't like I was going to fuck her or anything.   I pushed my pants and underwear down to mid-thigh, allowing my rigid cock to spring out. Courtney's eyes locked onto it as it hit the air. Her breathing took on a heavier tone and her fingers began to move faster in her slit, to slide further inside of her body between strokes.   "Play with it, Steve," she told me. "I've never seen a guy do that. Play with it."   I started playing with it, taking myself in hand as I'd done a thousand times before. I slid my hand slowly up and down, knowing that if I went after myself aggressively I wouldn't last thirty seconds. Through it all I kept my eyes glued to Courtney, drinking in the sight of her masturbating for me, watching as her lips grew wetter and more swollen, as her clit popped out of its hood, begging for attention of its own.   "Oh... Steve," she moaned. "This is so hot, isn't it?"   "Yeah," I breathed, my strokes going a little faster now as she started playing with her clit.   "Do you like my pussy?" she asked. "I just shaved it this morning."   "Yes," I said. "It's beautiful."   "Mmmm," she moaned, flicking at her clit a little more. "Ohhhh, oh, Steve. Your cock is so nice. So big and hard. Will you put it in me?"   I swallowed nervously. Hadn't I known she would ask that at some point? I tried to maintain my willpower. "I can't, Courtney. Let's just keep doing what we're doing, okay?"   "Oh please, Steve," she moaned. "Just for a second? I've never had one inside me without a rubber on it. I just want to know how it feels to go bareback."   "Courtney..."   "Please," she begged. "Just put it in once and then you can take it out. Just let me feel what it's like?" She stopped diddling herself and spread her lips open instead. "Just once?"   I found myself standing up. My pants and underwear fell down around my ankles. It wouldn't really hurt to put it in her just once, would it? I mean, the poor girl just wanted to experience the bareback sensation. You couldn't blame her for that, could you? And it wasn't really cheating if I just put it in and pulled it back out. Not really. It was more like an education thing, right?   "Just once," I told her. "Just once."   "Yesss," she moaned. "Just once."   Her legs opened wider as I stepped forward. I put my knees on the couch between them and leaned forward. Her left hand stayed in her crotch, continuing to hold her shorts and panties to the side. Her right hand came up to my face and stroked it. I leaned forward, supporting myself with my right arm by putting it behind her head. With my left, I took my cock in hand and aimed it between her wet, slippery lips. The head made contact and I slid it up and down a few times, prepping it for its one (and only one) trip into Courtney's body.   "Do it," Courtney panted, her hand sliding down onto my neck. "Put it in. Let me feel it."   I pushed forward with my hips. My cock met a little bit of friction for the barest of seconds and then slid slowly and smoothly inside of her. She was hot and wet and tight. We both moaned as I bottomed out, as my balls came to rest against her ass.   "That feels soooo good," Courtney said in my ear.   "Yesss," I whispered, just sitting there, unwilling to pull it out just yet.   "Just a couple of strokes in me?" she asked. "Just for a few seconds?"   I didn't even bother trying to rationalize this one. I just nodded and allowed my hips to start moving. I gave her a grind and then pulled back until my cock was just about free of her. I slid back in, bottoming out once more and giving another, longer grind. Courtney moaned loudly in obvious approval so I did it again. And then again. And then I did it even more, starting to move a little faster within her, to push a little harder against her.   "Lay on top of me, Steve," she said. "Lay on me while you fuck me."   I leaned forward, allowing my chest to press against hers, feeling the softness of her breasts beneath her shirt. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I kissed her back enthusiastically, swirling my tongue with hers, sucking on it. She tasted strongly of apples.   We kissed and rutted against each other. I could feel her juices wetting my balls now, could smell the sexy aroma of her musk permeating the air around us. Her free hand slid down to my ass and began to stroke it, to squeeze it. My free hand slid under her shirt, worming its way upward, probing beneath her bra, until I was cupping her bare tit.   Courtney broke the kiss. She was panting like a dog, sweat breaking out on her flushed face. "You're gonna make me... make me... I'm gonna come, Steve! Don't stop. Don't stop!"   I didn't stop. In fact, I began to fuck her harder, almost slamming her with each stroke, angling my hips upward in order to stimulate her clitoral nerves. Her hips began to rise and fall against me in response. Our mouths came back together and we kissed hotly, wetly, obscenely as her orgasm overtook her, as her body shook and shuddered against mine.   It took her almost a minute to work her way through the spasms. As it faded she broke the kiss and locked eyes with me. "Come in me," she whispered. "Come in my pussy, Steve. No one has ever been able to do that before. I want to feel it. I want to know what its like."   "Yes," I said. "Oh yes."   "Ohhh, do it," she moaned. "Give it to me!"   I gave it to her. It was a simple matter of moving my thrusts into overdrive, of squeezing her tit a little harder, of kissing her sweet mouth and sucking her tongue. The pressure built upward and the waves of pleasure began to spread. She felt the tightness of my body and began to moan against me, saying, "Do it, do it, do it" between kisses.   The peak built up rapidly but with a power I'd not felt in years. I began to shake and shudder. My breath tore in and out of my lungs. Courtney stuck her tongue as far down my throat as she could, her pelvis thrust back at me, matching my erratic strokes. And then the peak arrived and I exploded, blasting the inside of her body with solid jets of hot come.   "Yesssss!" Courtney screamed out, the sensation apparently sending her into another orgasm of her own. "Yes, yes, yessssssss!"   And finally, it was over. I collapsed atop her, my wilting cock still buried within her body. She removed her hand from between her legs so she could put both of them around my back and pull me tighter against her. We shared another long, luxuriant kiss, this one sexy and sweet instead of lustful.   When the kiss broke at last we looked at each other, both of us unsure what to say, what to do next.   "That was incredible," Courtney finally whispered. "I never knew it could be like that. So... so... hot and sexy."   "Yes," I said, feeling guilt and doubt wanting to work its way into my consciousness but keeping them barred for the moment. "That was extremely erotic, Courtney. You are very sexy."   She smiled, leaning up to give me an almost chaste kiss. "Thank you," she said.   We lay like that for quite some time, not talking, not thinking, just holding each other and sharing the occasional kiss. We knew that when we let each other go, the time for thinking would begin. And that would lead to the time for talking about what had just happened. I think both of us wanted to delay that moment as long as we could. Neither one of us were ready to wonder about what would happen tomorrow. c o u p l i n g       When you live in a small complex of apartments like Cassy does, you know that the communal laundry room is awkward if you have to share. The people of her building had a system which showed up one day, people talked and figured out their own day and time were they can be alone or have company with another person if the other person wanted it while taking care of their clothes. This system has been thriving for years, ever since she lived there. Her day was Thursday, right after work at 5:30pm. She was a high school teacher so she always had to stay after school, and Thursday was the day that was usually light since she always made things due Thursday instead of Friday. Wednesday would be when students came after school to cram or ask for help, then shed test them on Thursday, give them more time after school (which two or three did.) finish grading while they worked, and came home to finish the rest of the papers while laundry was going. It was a simple solution for her, and she could give students back their test on Friday so they had the weekend to study for retakes after school Monday. It all worked out. It was a Saturday, Cassy was tidying up randomly when she heard the bumps of someone moving into the empty apartment across the hall. She groaned to herself, hating the thought of all the awkward pleasantries associated with new neighbors. She looked out the peephole in the door to see what they would look like, trying to decide now whether or not they would be any trouble later on by just a glance. Though she is not the judging type, she mostly judged objects like tests, assignments, book titles, and the labels of closed boxes along with size of stereo speakers the man was pushing past the door frame on the other side of the wall. He was a handsome guy from what she saw out of the curved glass. Based off of the standard door frame that they all shared, he was a good 511, maybe taller, short brown hair and a pierced ear. Fairly built with a cute and shapely butt that was hugged in well-fitting jeans, he would not be counted anything less than handsome. Once he turned around she saw his boyish brown eyes and professional looking, wire framed glasses and knew he was out of her league. She didnt think she was much, she didnt have to, for her profession. It wasnt like she dressed for the students in her classes to ogle at her. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt were all she really needed or had in her closet, except for the one blue dress that she wore on interviews or weddings. Hell, she still had the same pair of grey and purple Vans from when she was in high school. She is on the small side at 53, always known as the chubby girl in her class, with the large hips and bust and a small curve that was her waist, her stomach pudged out slightly then dipped down to large thighs that are still smaller than her hips, down to tiny feet. Her arms were always chubby, that was what the women in her family were known for, that and large breasts. She assumed she wasnt so bad looking, probably even cute with her shoulder length, curly black hair, or her bluish/greenish eyes that popped under the black glasses she wore with the right amount of eyeliner and mascara, she didnt believe her pouty mouth didnt draw attention. No matter how much she thought of herself, she was only pretty in her eyes. She watched him move the last of his stuff in, concluding that from what she saw that he would be a quiet neighbor, and they wouldnt have many issues, then concluded that she should stop watching him due to that being frowned upon in society. He closed the door finally with a soft thud and she went back to her cleaning, not knowing what else to do on a Saturday evening. Several weeks passed and she never meet her handsome neighbor, nor did she watch him again. They shared the elevator to their floor once and never said a word, she was too entranced with the novel she was reading to comprehend that someone was with her until his hand hit hers for the button. She let him press it and she went on with her day, focusing on the handsome stranger the character was fighting her passion from. Later that week on Thursday, 5:30pm sharp, she entered the laundry room, meeting the sweet familiar scent of generic laundry soap and dryer sheets in the humid air. She had her bag that had the last ten students essays and another novel along with a medium sized ball of yarn and needles just for the hell of it. Her first load was in the dryer and she was placing the last load into the warm washing machine when he walked in. At first she tried to pretend he wasnt there, finishing up, adding soap and pressing the button to start, she returned to her seat and began to read, pleased with her students analysis of pre-English Saxon culture when a large hand was in front of her button nose. She looked up over her glasses and saw him smiling politely at her. "Hello", his voice was a low rumble, like thunder with a lightning spark of cinnamon on his breath, he must have been chewing strong gum. "We havent formally introduced ourselves, I'm Damion." She cleared her throat and extended her hand toward his, "Cassy, its a pleasure." Damions hand was warm and slightly calloused, but smooth. "The pleasure is all mine, Cassy." He began to grin and she was slightly uncomfortable with the sudden socialness of the situation. "I hope you dont mind," he began "but no one seemed to welcome me during their time slot and this is the only one that is compatible with my schedule." He shrugged. "I hope you dont mind sharing yours, and the ladies from the first floor said that you would love my company." She bristled at that, those old bats were worse than her stepfather with always trying to find her a man. "Its no problem at all." She replied coolly, not sure with herself why she agreed to this. He smiled at her, "Good"   i n c e s t ( i )     My wife and I married at a young age and had little money while our children were growing up. While we lived in a modest, suburban area, we could not afford luxuries such as vacations and extravagancies. We felt pangs of regret each time we heard our friends discussing their camping trips and ventures to Disneyland, and vowed to try and save more money to do nice things with our family. This is harder than it seems: both of our children had essentially grown up by the time we were able to afford a luxury vacation for the four of us. Our son, Mitchell, was 22 and about to start a graduate program. Our daughter, Gabrielle, was 19 and about to start her second year of college. We sprung the trip on them in April, asking them to each bring a friend as we traveled across the country, staying in hotels and relaxing for two weeks. Mitchell brought his friend Tom, whereas Gabrielle opted not to bring a friend. The five of us piled into our SUV and started travelling west. I won't bore you with the details of our stops – we all know why you're reading this story. I can cut to the chase: The first evening, the hotel we had reserved failed to meet our reservation obligations: we had reserved three rooms (one for my wife and I, one for Gabrielle, and one for Mitchell and Tom). As my wife and I had a King bed and Mitchell and Tom had two queens, it was decided that Gabrielle would stay in bed with Mitchell (much to their protest). The hotel promised that another room would be available the next night. We were here for four days and decided to battle through an uncomfortable evening. We had a delicious dinner that evening, and I drank a lot of wine and tuckered out early. When I poked my head in the adjoining suite that was shared by my children and Tom, they were all lying around and watching tv. I said goodnight and went to bed. A few hours later I woke up, shivering. I pulled the blankets over me and tried to get back to sleep, when I started hearing the rhythmic thumps of a bed knocking against a wall. I froze and listened closely. I was pretty sure that I was hearing soft moans and grunts.   A rage brewed inside me as I got up and pulled open the adjoining door to the kids' suite. I froze again. There, was my son Mitchell, buried in the covers with headphones in his ears, snoring as his sister, my daughter, lay spread eagle on the bed in a white lace teddy and garter belt getting fucked by his friend.   From the doorway, I had a clear view of him slamming in and out of her as his tongue grazed her nipples. She was arching her back and opening her mouth in a silent scream as her blonde hair flailed about from the force of their joining.   I stood there, shocked, appalled, disgusted and angry watching this assault on my daughter. Not to say she wasn't willing, she appeared to be enjoying herself. Finally, I got my bearings and grabbed Tom by the nape of his neck and pulled him off of my daughter. He raised his hands in a surrendered position as my daughter, embarrassed and furious, tried to cover her body from her father. "Get up." I said. Angry as she was, she could not argue. As I pulled her into our room, I saw her turn back and give an apologetic look to Tom. I closed the door and locked it and led her to my wife and my bed.  "Get in," I whispered. "You're sleeping between your mother and me tonight." "Dad-" she whispered back, but I interrupted: "No arguments. Get in bed right now." "Can't I change?" She was still wearing her lace white teddy and garter belt. I looked down to see her shaved pubic mound fully exposed, and her hard nipples poking out over the tops of the lace.   I felt a twitch in my groin. Disgusted and embarrassed with myself though I was, I didn't want her to take her time changing and sneak back into Tom if I happened to fall asleep.  "Get in the bed."  She did as she was told. My wife, Sandra, was still snoring lightly, completely oblivious to the scene. I got in bed after my daughter and pulled the blankets over both of us so that she would have to disrupt them to get out of bed.   I turned toward her on my side so that the slightest movement would wake me up. She was lying on her back, breathing heavily, probably due to the frustration of being interrupted in the middle of getting fucked. I lay there quietly, replaying the scene over and over. Had I overreacted? She's an adult, yes. But what the hell was she wearing that for? My imagination drifted to her lace getup as she lay with her legs open with Tom between.   As I thought about Tom pushing himself into my daughter, I started to get an erection. I tried to push it all out of my mind, but her nipples and shaved mound kept swimming before my closed eyes. The more I tried to concentrate on something else, the more I focused on the way my daughter's tits looked in the white lace. Before long, I was rock hard. I opened my eyes and looked at her, lying peacefully, sleeping.  I slowly moved my hand and pulled the blanket down a bit. Her beautiful nipples poked out again for me to see. I inched closer to her and pressed my boxer clad cock into her hip and ground in a circular motion. I waited to see how she'd react: nothing.   I ground my dick into her hip again. Nothing. At this point, I was aching. I moved my hand across her body, under the blanket and grabbed onto her right hip with my hand as I pushed into the left hip with my cock. Still nothing. I moved my hand from her hip and slid it across her abdomen. I rubbed for a second before tracing to her pubic mound and down the slit of her entrance. It was still wet from her session with Tom. As I traced my finger down her slit, she moved and her eyes snapped open. "Dad. What the fuck are you doing?" she whispered. "Shh," I whispered. "Don't wake your mother." "Dad, that's sick. Stop it." "Shh," I whispered again. "Just let me do this for a second and I won't tell your mother what happened with Tom." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but she stopped arguing and lay back. I traced her slit and rolled her clit between my two fingers before I felt her hand pushing me away. "No," she whispered. "Come on," I inched closer and closer to her until my lips were less than an inch away from her breasts. I flicked my tongue over one of her nipples as I lightly tickled her clitoris and ground my dick into her side. When she tried to push my head away from her breasts, I rolled on top of her.   I forced her legs open with my knees and flattened myself so that my boxer clad cock base was pushed up against her slit. I ground into her and moved in a figure eight motion. I heard her exhale strongly then felt her bring her hands to my chest as she tried to push me away. "Gabrielle," I whispered, "I'm not going to do anything bad. I won't take my boxers off - I just want to rub it on you for a minute." "Can't you just go in the bathroom and take care of yourself?" "It'll just be for a minute, honey." "Please," she responded. But that was all. I continued to hump on her in a grinding, circular motion until I needed a bit more stimulation. I started pulling my hips back and pushing into her. I reached up and grabbed one of her tits with my hand and squeezed. I watched her bite her lower lip, looking at me apprehensively as I leaned in and took it into my mouth, still slowly bucking away at her. "How much longer?" she asked after a bit.  "Just a bit," I whispered into her ear. I watched my hot breath bring goosebumps across her chest as I breathed into her neck.   I pressed my pelvis into her hard and felt my cock head break free of the confines of my boxers. My naked cock was now poking out of the flap of my boxers. I slid up and down her slit, making sure that the head of my cock made contact with her clitoris.  "Dad, it came out of your boxers." "I don't think so, honey," I lied.  "Dad," she said warningly. "It's okay," I said. "I'm not going to put it in you, I'll just rub it along the outside." She sighed angrily, but stopped protesting. I rubbed my cock head on her clit some more, back and forth and heard her breathing become more rapid. Soon, her slit became relubricated with her juices as I stimulated her clitoris.   When I pulled my hips back and pressed them forward, I felt my cock head connect with a snug, wet hole. I stopped, frozen with my cock head pressed against my daughter's opening. Her eyes widened. "No. No –no- no- no- no." she pleaded, and looked into my eyes. I left my cock head resting against her hole for what felt like three minutes, just staring into her eyes. Her blonde hair flayed against the pillows, tits poking out from under the lace, shaking her head warningly. I looked down between our legs and the force of my movement pressed the head in by just an inch.   The tip of my cock head was inside of my daughter's pussy. The sight was almost enough to make me come right then. I looked back into her eyes and slowly pressed into her until half of my cock was inside her. She gasped and pushed against my chest.  I pushed more and more, very slowly, until my cock was buried inside of her to the hilt and my balls were resting on her skin. I stared into her shocked and disgusted eyes for two minutes before I began to rock. I wrapped my arms behind her, cradling her ass cheeks and ground into her.  She gasped again. It felt so good inside my daughter's cunt, I couldn't blame Tom for wanting it anymore. I slowly pulled out, before sliding home again. My daughter began to grunt softly as I slowly slid my dick in and out of her.   I reached between us and grazed her clit with my fingers again and saw her mouth contort into the same silent scream I saw her grant Tom. I continued to slowly and carefully fuck my daughter for several minutes. Every few minutes I would stop with my cock completely filling her and lay still to check that my wife was still sleeping. At one point as I lay still on top of her, I felt her start to slowly buck her hips underneath me. Willing myself to believe that she actually wanted this, rather than being a stimulated body response, I continued to lie still to see what she would do.   She continued to push her hips forward, grinding into me. Her hard nipples rubbed against my chest when she arched her back. Again, I looked into her eyes and saw shame, mixed with concentrated lust. I bent down and licked her lips. All of a sudden, I felt her hands on my hips. She began to push them away and then pull them back. I heard her moan as she pushed my hips back until my dick was nearly pulled out of her tight hole, then slowly she pulled me back in until she was full again.   She continued to do this for several minutes, her pressure and moaning becoming quicker and more intense with each thrust. I looked over at my wife, checked that she was still sleeping, and licked my daughter's lips again. I felt her legs clamp down on my back as she brought my cock into her with more force. There was no way around it: my daughter was fucking me back. Her head began to roll from side to side and her eyes went into the back of her head. "Ooh, ah, ssss, ahh," she repeatedly whispered as I retook control and started pushing in and out of her again. I plunged and plunged, feeling our slick bodies slide against each other until I felt her freeze. She bit her lower lip and squealed, holding me tight to her. I put my hands on her hips and pushed down on them as I continued to pull my cock nearly all the way out and then slide it back in.   I closed my eyes and willed myself to slow down as I did not want this feeling to end. I stopped again and lied still on top of her. She whimpered and began to buck her hips at me again. I sucked on her nipple as I pressed my thumb and forefinger on both sides of her clit. I began to pinch my fingers together, squeezing her clit.  Suddenly, I felt her pussy contracting on my cock, milking my cock for all I could give. I looked into her eyes again and saw her face filled with passion and lust, and I kissed her full on the mouth as she bucked and writhed on my impaling cock. I thought about my daughter orgasming on my cock, and I began to feel a warm tingling in my testicles.  As her orgasm subsided, my daughter seemed to catch her bearings and immediately tried to push me off of her. "Dad, please. You said you wouldn't put it in me. Please stop." "Shh," I whispered, and rammed into her hard. She gasped again as the bed frame smacked against the wall. Fuck, I thought. In one swift motion, I turned onto my side pulling my daughter with me, and draped her right leg over my left, keeping my cock half-buried in her.  Sandra sat up and said "What is it? What happened?" Gabrielle, who had been struggling and writhing against me, froze at the sound of her mother's voice. "It's okay, honey. I think Gabby was having a nightmare. " I wrapped my arms around Gabrielle's back and pushed her down on my cock again. "It's okay, sweetie." I said soothingly, my cock fully filling her again. "Poor baby," Sandra said. "Why aren't you sleeping in the other room?" Gabrielle didn't respond. I pulled my cock out by a couple of inches and said "Honey, you know how boys are. Loud and obnoxious. She couldn't sleep so I told her she could sleep with us." My wife turned her back on us again and said, "I'm so sorry it worked out this way, honey. You should have your own room tomorrow." I pushed into Gabrielle again, slowly fucking her as my wife lay beside us, completely unaware. I continued to slowly push her up and down on my cock until the deep breaths from the other side of the bed told me Sandra was sleeping again. I grabbed hold of Gabrielle's hips again and pressed down, grinding my pubic hair into her clit. I pressed my face between her breasts and licked the skin covering her sternum, all the while pushing and pulling her back and forth on my dick.  Her breathing became rapid again and I felt her hips buck independently of my force once more. Again, she was controlling her movement on my cock, rocking back and forth and arching her back. I continued to lick on her breasts while she ground herself into me, whimpering and gasping as I sucked at her tits. I felt her fingertips touch my head and she pushed my head farther into her chest. I bit down on her fleshy mound as I felt her contract on my cock again, in the midst of her second orgasm. I felt her fingernails dig into my scalp as she grunted and I felt my own release coming on. Once again, Gabrielle regrouped and tried to force me off of her. She could tell by the look in my eyes that I was about to come. "Please don't come in me," she whispered over and over. Still laying on our sides, I grabbed onto her and fucked her as fast and hard as I could without waking my wife again.  "Dad, please don't come in me," she said again, gasping for air at the force of my cock going in and out of her. I had every intention of pulling out of her at one point, but feeling the breath of her gasps on my ear made me lose control. I held on to her hips as I railed into her – the warm tingling in my balls came back full force and I started to come. I groaned and grunted as I pushed into her, imagining my sperm hitting the back of her cervix as she gasped again. I held her in my arms until our breathing returned to normal. As I calmed down, I looked into my daughter's eyes, ashamed and embarrassed of what I had made her do. I kissed her on the lips and thanked her, as I turned away and fell asleep, not knowing what would happen the following day. i n c e s t ( ii ) The next morning I awoke to beams of light cascading from the hotel window directly into my eyes. I turned my head away from the window and saw my daughter's hair sprawled out in front of me. It took me a moment to adjust to where I was. And then, just like that, the moments from the night before came flooding back to me. Moans. Grunts. Fucking. Ramming. Little fucking tits, oh fuck yeah and almost getting caught by my wife, oh fuck! I felt myself growing hard in remembrance and reflexively started mashing my thick cock into the bunched up sheet which lay beneath me as I replayed the previous evening in my mind.  Dad, please don't come in me, she had pleaded. I was pretty sure I ignored that request. I vaguely remembered a small percentage of me wanting to respect her desires, but the majority of my brain (and let's be honest, my cock) was focused on the suctioning force of her tight pussy.   Ohhh yeah it was, my cock reminded me, forcing my attention back towards my daughter. I peeled up the sheet which covered her smooth ass and thighs and saw the evidence -- my dried seed amongst her inner thighs -- where it had oozed out post-coitus.   God, I am a sick deviant, I thought to myself, where did this come from? It was as though seeing my daughter engaged in a sex act had awoken some primal monster in me, and I had no knowledge of how to suppress it. Nor did I want to.  Just then I heard the whining of a shower being turned on, and I recognized what must've woken me in the first place: my wife closing the bathroom door to get a jump start on her morning ritual, which usually involved showering, shaving and god knows what else. I certainly didn't care as long as she took her time. I needed to feel myself in Gabby again, but I knew she was likely upset, so I'd need a bit of wiggle room. So, wiggle I did. I slid up right behind her so my throbbing cock was pressed against her ass crack. Ho, I couldn't help but moan. Oh yeah. I felt her tense up immediately and instantly regretted being so forward. I placed my left hand on her left hip and squeezed it affectionately.  "Gabby?" I whispered. She didn't respond. I rubbed my hand up and down her hip, gently, to let her know I knew she was awake. "It's okay, baby," I whispered, kissing her neck. "It's all right." I continued rubbing the smooth skin of her hip. "Daddy's not going to hurt you. I lost control last night. And I'm sorry." She said nothing. "It's just that you're so beautiful," I said, kissing her neck again and tracing my tongue along her shoulder. I put my hand back on her hip and tickled the smooth skin again. "So beautiful," I whispered. I probably would've been able to keep it together had it not been for that silky smooth thigh. I gripped onto her hip and once again pressed my covered cock to her bare ass, causing her to flinch and pull away again. "Gabby," I whispered reassuringly, "I told you everything is okay. I was out of control last night, but I'm in control now, okay?"  She still didn't respond, but I felt her tension subside somewhat. Which was miraculous, really, because I was in no more control now than I was the previous night. Perhaps I was a little more determined and calculating this morning, but certainly still unable to think about anything except her pussy. I moved my hand from her hip to the warm depths of her inner thighs. I avoided direct contact with her most intimate parts, hoping the outer stimulation would propel her to force my fingers onto her clit and into her sweet hole, manipulatively assigning her a portion of responsibility in the act. Sure enough, after 5 or so minutes of slow tickling of the outer and inner thighs, she slightly opened her legs to grant me further access. I continued to rub her inner thighs without making contact with her outer lips. She started moving her hips around trying to catch my fingers in her slit. I appeased her slightly and ran one finger all the way up to the nub of her clitoris, then I massaged either side of the bud. "Ohhhh," she moaned. "Yessssssssssss." That's what I was waiting for. I pulled down my boxers to my knees and positioned my cock at the entrance to her hole. She turned her head towards me and I covered her mouth with mine, pushing my shaft up into her long canal. "Mmph," she moaned into my mouth. I moved my hands up to her breasts and cupped her left breast as I kissed her passionately, my cock still stuffed in her to the hilt. When I could take it no longer, I started to pull myself in and out of her. It was heaven. We moaned and kissed in each other's mouths as our bodies slid together. I alternated between her breasts and her pussy, being sure to grant each the attention of my hands. And when she reached back to cup my balls, I knew we'd transgressed the perverted relationship I'd initiated the previous night. We were lovers. Lovers, oh... That got me hot. I started ramming into her harder, feeling her hot stickyness engulf my cock. "Oh yeah, baby," I said. I could feel the explosion approaching, and I didn't know how I was going to curb it, so I just started to go with it. The mounting pleasure before the peak was like nothing I'd ever felt. I focused on the velvety folds of her cunt, sliding my shaft in and out, pushing in, pulling out Oh yeah, oh yeah here it comes, fuck it's going to be a big one, oh yeah, FUCK- And then the bathroom door opened. Fuuuuck. I hadn't even heard the shower stop. But when my wife walked out of the bathroom, I was too far gone. I couldn't hold back and nor did I care to. I locked eyes with my wife, her jaw dropped to the floor, as I grunted and groaned my climax into our daughter. She watched, horrified, as I expelled the longest and best ejaculation of my life into our child, squeezing her perfect breasts as I released.  As Gabrielle and my moans subsided, my cock softened and slipped out of her sweet canal. The three of us sat in silence staring at each other. Fuck. i n t e r r a c i a l       I am one of the lucky ones, lucky enough to have won the lottery and at 18 it was just perfect timing for me as I'd finished school and didn't really know what I wanted to do. This just gave me more time and opened up more options to decide as to what I wanted to do with myself. I knew one thing that I wanted to do though, and that was have fun no matter how it presented itself. That was 6 months ago and I'd had a good summer of jetting around the world and taking my friends on holiday, enjoying the pleasures that the freedom created by money can bring and the privileges it can also bring. But now the summer had ended and we were all going our separate ways, my friends off to work or university and me ..... Well....... I'm still not sure what to do. I did however find time to buy myself a big house and one for my mum (don't ask about my father) and one each for my 2 brothers and a few other things that I'd always wanted. I was relaxing on my veranda wearing a simple vest top and jogging bottoms with my laptop on my lap as the old gardener was mowing my lawn on a ride on lawnmower. I clicked onto A social networking website and was just browsing when an advert at the side of the screen caught my eye: "You've tried this now meet someone local to fuck." "Now there's tempting." I said to myself licking my lips and clicking on the link, the page reloaded with some very scantily clad men and women and a title stating: "Find local people in your area to fuck." I began browsing through a few of the adverts and to my surprise I found myself becoming excited about possibly meeting a stranger and just having some sexy fun with none of the baggage and strings attached plus some of the guys on the site were HOT. "Well then, best I sign up and start having some fun." Being only 18 I was still relatively new to the world and enjoyment of sex. I knew I loved sex, I couldn't get enough of it the few times I'd done it but I felt as though over the past 6 months it had been missing from my life. There was so much I wanted to try and to experience but when hanging around with friends you kind of have to tame that side of yourself a little, but now I had all the time in the world and it was time to unleash myself. I'd recently found myself watching interracial porn in the internet, watching as big black cocks pushed their way into tight white pussy's and how good a white woman looked as she sucked on a black cock. I know it was "acting" but there are things in a woman's face and expression that can't be hidden, and there was a lot of genuine enjoyment and fun being had. It was fast becoming something I wanted to try for myself and now seemed like the perfect opportunity. I couldn't stop looking at this one porn actor called Lex Steele, he just has the best looking big black cock I've ever seen. So long, so straight, so fat and I was becoming envious of the girls that got to enjoy a black cock like that. The way he controlled himself masterfully, dominating the woman he was with, they'd be worshipping him and his cock. Allowing him to do as he pleased with their body. That made my mind up, I needed to find my very own Lex Steele! The first thing I had to do on the meeting website, apart from let £20 be taken from my account for the privilege of having a profile, was to choose a profile name. I always found it troublesome to choose a nickname for anything and this was no different, after a little deliberation I went for: Young and wanting cum. Next it was onto the "About me/Describe yourself" section, "Right then, time to try and sell myself a little bit." Hey, thanks for taking the time to read this. I'm 18, long blonde hair, dark brown eyes, 5'6" tall, slim and tanned, with enhanced 34DD's that are aching to be played with. Sensitive nipples which enjoy a good licking and a nibble. A peachy bum, perfect for grabbing and squeezing, and round the front.....well..... I'll let you find that out. "That should do the trick I suppose." I said clicking "next" and looking up and watched as the gardener was locking up the barn he keeps the lawn mower in, he was done for the day and I was about to be left alone. I gave him a friendly wave and he returned it with a smile and a wave and got into his old red golf and drove off down the drive, the gates at the end of the driveway closing behind him with a little clang. "Right then, back to business." It was onto the next section: What are you looking for: I'm young and relatively inexperienced and I want to experience A LOT more, mainly a big black cock. I'm keen and eager and will give anything a go at least once and if I like it, I'll come back for more. I keep myself tidy down there and I expect the same! Discretion is assured and expected and generally I can accommodate unless you have other ideas, like I said: I'm easy! Give me a try! I clicked next and the page refreshed and came up with the pictures section, I needed at least 4 pictures to complete my profile and make it go "live". I walked into my bedroom and rummaged around in my bottom dresser drawer and found my 20MP Sony Cyber shot digital camera. "Well 4 pictures then huh." I was wearing a vest top and took a picture looking down, and then a few cleavage shots in just my blue bra. Then without my bra on and my arm across my boobs, pushing them together and hiding my nipples, making my big 34DD's look big and round and hopefully appetizing. I slid my jogging bottoms down and twisted round and took a few pics of my bum with my thong separating my cheeks and the final one I took was of my thong around my ankles. I thought it might be classed as artistic and then a full length frontal shot in the mirror, taking care not to get my head in the picture. I connected my camera to my laptop and uploaded the pictures to it, I then selected 9 pictures and uploaded them up to my profile. It took about a minute for the all the pictures to upload and I was greeted with a successful and congratulatory message: I was a member! Now it was time to start searching for real and see if anyone found me. 10 minutes later I had sent 4 messages to 4 different guys who I liked the look of and I was just about to log off when I noticed I'd received a message myself, I clicked on the menu button and it took me to a message I'd been sent by a user called: BigNBlack. My heart rate began quickening just as I read the message from him, it was a naughty message and it was ticking all the right boxes for me and then there was a picture of him and his cock. Well, I nearly fell over, he was a good looking guy and his cock was BIG. I quickly checked his profile out, he was 35 and only a few miles away from me and had met a few people from the site already with good feedback from them all. I replied to him and at the bottom of the message I left my phone number, I hovered over the send button for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and pressing send.   I didn't have to wait long before my phone started to vibrate and ring, it was a number I didn't recognize, my heart rate quickened again and I paused and pressed ok. "Hello?" I said "Hey, it's BigNBlack, you just sent me a message." A deep voice replied. "Hey, thanks for calling back so quick," I replied trying to sound composed, a finger twiddling a loop of my blonde hair as I began to idly walk around the room as we chatted, until I finally plucked up enough courage and invited him to mine. "By the way, my name is Tracy. And erm......when do you think you can get here?" "Hey Tracy, I'm Dez and I'm leaving right now. I'll see you in 10 minutes." "Beep your horn when you're outside and I'll open the gates." "Oh....ok then." And with that he hung up. My heart was really racing now, "Right, best I go and put something sexy and girly on for him as he wanted." I pulled open a drawer and pretty much immediately settled on my bright pink push up bra and matching thong. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and threw them into the corner of the room and slipped my arms through the loops of my bra and reached behind me to fasten it up. I looked in the mirror and adjusted my boobs so they looked full, round and inviting in my pink bra, I then stepped into my pink thong and pulled it up and got it comfy. Thinking I needed something else I went back to my lingerie drawer and had another look and found a set of matching pink fishnet stockings "Perfect." I said sitting on the edge of my bed and rolling them up my smooth lightly tanned, toned legs. After a final check in the mirror and tying my blonde hair back into a pony tail I went downstairs to the kitchen. I found a bottle of Rose in my fridge opened it and filled a glass up and quickly drunk some of it to give myself some Dutch courage, I filled the glass again and calmly sipped at it this time. I could feel my excitement building inside of me, my heart beat was up and my senses on full alert just waiting for the beep of a horn. And then there it was, I jumped up and pressed the button to open the gates, I looked out the small square window to the side of the front door and watched as an old dark blue Mondeo came edging up the driveway and stopped a few feet away from the front door. I went to the front door took a very deep breath and opened it as Dez closed the door of his car and started towards me. "Fuck!" He said looking at me. "Have I done ok for you?" I asked, leaning back against the frame of the door, one leg slightly bent and tucked up under me. "I'd say." He replied almost bounding up the 3 steps to me, his black arm slipped easily around my back and onto my bum and squeezed me tight against him, my head arching up as his came down to meet mine. His warm lips touching mine, his minty tasting tongue parting my lips and entering my mouth. His hands felt as though they were all over my body, squeezing, rubbing, touching, and caressing every inch of me as he held me against his firm body still as we stood in the doorway. Dez wasn't hanging about and had already released my 34DD's and slipped my bra off my arms and onto the floor, his other hand came up and started pinching and rolling a nipple between his finger and thumb. A gentle moan escaped my lips as I thrust my chest up into his face, his tongue and lips clamping on my now hard nipples, he flicked them with his tongue and sucked on them hard. Still in the doorway to my house a gentle warm breeze blowing over my bare skin, my hand went down to his crotch and felt a monster of a black cock straining at the seams of his jeans trying to escape. I stood in front of him and carefully and slightly nervously unhitched his belt buckle and let it clang noisily to the side as I popped the buttons of his jeans before I pulled them to the floor. He kicked off his Adidas trainers and stepped neatly out of his jeans, I was kneeling in front of him now and his cock was only an inch away from my face and it was pulling the soft white material of his boxers tight. I pulled them down and marvelled at the size of his cock, the pictures he'd sent through didn't do it justice, it was at least 11" long and straight as an arrow and pointing straight at me, he'd shaved himself bare down there which added to effect. I took his cock in one hand and then the other and looked up at him and opened my mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly I edged my open mouth towards the meatiness of his cock, my lips closed softly around his helmet and gave it a gentle suck before pulling away and doing the same again. "You little tease!" He said with a smile on his lips and his hands on his hips as he watched me slowly edge further down his cock with the gentlest of touches. I wanted nothing more than to gobble his cock hungrily but I wanted to savour my first taste of black cock. I slid a hand down to his balls and gave them a cup, they were big and heavy and I licked down his long black shaft to his balls and sucked on them as I gently stroked his cock. I could feel my pussy was soaking wet at just sucking his cock, who knows what I would be like when I finally got it inside me. Not yet though, that would wait. I knelt up and pushed my big boobs around his cock and rocked up and down, his cock pushing up through my boobs and onto my willing tongue. I could taste his salty precum and knew I was doing well. I took his cock back into my mouth, deeper and faster this time, my hands twisting round his thick shaft as I sucked on it well. I stood up kissing my way up his toned body and turned around and put one hand on the open doorway and reached back and took his cock and put it between my legs and rubbed it against my thong clad pussy, he didn't need asking twice! He pulled my tiny pink thong down and bent over kissing each bum cheek as he did. Dez then slid a hand up the inside of my thigh all the way up to my pussy, his fingers nudging at my wet opening, spreading it open. I felt his cock edging towards it and I stood with my legs further apart, I looked over my shoulder to see him slowly wanking his cock, one hand on my bum as the other started to guide his cock to my opening. I felt his big black cock nudging at my pussy and I took a deep breath, he edged forward and I felt the head of his cock push in and then pull back out again. Then he pushed a little further in and pulled it back out again, and then further in. My juices leaving a white tide mark on his cock, it felt as though it was filling me until he was balls deep inside me. He held me there as I felt his cock throbbing inside me, it was enough to tip me over the edge and without moving I came all over his cock, my moans and screams escaping out through my open front door, my back arching as my body pulsed, speared by his big black cock. "And that's before I fuck you!" He said with a smile in his voice, he placed both hands on my hips and began to fuck me. Pushing his 11" deep inside of me and then back out, my pussy holding on to it, trying to milk it. His big heavy balls slapping into me, my bum slapping back into him as I pushed back, my boobs shaking back and forth. "Oh fuck! OH Fuck! OH FUUUUUCK!" I began as I felt another orgasm building in me, this spurred Dez on and he began pounding into me faster and harder. My eyes closed, I bit my lip, I stopped breathing, I tensed up, my nails dug into the wood work, I pinched a nipple and then I let it go. I bucked, writhed, wriggled, screamed and moaned as the intensity of my orgasm pulsed through my body. Even the neighbours might have heard that one. "Oh jeez." I managed to say as my legs shook beneath me. "After an orgasm like that it's only fair I cum on your face!" Dez said pulling his sticky, glistening, juice covered cock out of my pulsing pussy. I wasn't going to say no! I turned and sunk to my knees in front of him and took his cock eagerly in my mouth this time, tasting my juices on his cock. I sucked it deep and hard, playing with his balls as I did, the other hand twisting up and down his long shaft as it followed my mouth up and down, my tongue looping round his helmet. He let out a few moans of pleasure and then I felt his balls tighten, and tasted some more pre cum. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot a long thick jet of spunk right up my face leading from my nose across my forehead into my hair, another jet splattered across the side of my face. Another blasted into my mouth and I swallowed it down, another jet shot out and landed on my chin. Another on my forehead again, I knelt up and took some more in my mouth, he just wouldn't stop cumming. He splattered my chin, my neck and down onto my boobs, I was absolutely covered in his hot spunk. He shook the last few drops into my open mouth and then began scooping his cum up using his cock and pushing it into my mouth and I cleaned it off for him and swallowed it all down. I looked up at him with his cum running off my face and gave a smile and laugh, all I could say was "Wow!" Dez winked at me and smiled "Don't worry I'll be coming back for more, I've got to dash now though." And with that he pulled up his boxers and jeans and left me kneeling at my front door, exhausted and covered in a lot of cum. I watched him drive down the driveway, the gates opening for him as he approached them. The gates started to close and then began to open again as my mum's silver Mercedes nudged into view "OH FUCK!" I said my eyes wide as I jumped up slamming the front door shut and running up to my bathroom for a very quick a thorough shower, but with some happy and naughty thoughts in my mind. b d s m       There is a small pout to my lips as Master's mouth comes towards me. His deep passionate kiss makes me forget all else as my lips meld to His. I believe I was born to be His. He pulls back quirking an eyebrow.  "Pet, you know business causes Me to travel from time to time, and I will only be gone overnight, so no pouting. Take your vibe and give that pussy of Mine a good strong orgasm for Me."  His large hands descend upon my soft bare shoulders, though all of Me is bare as my Master wishes while we are at home, except for His collar and waist chain. Turning me away from Him I hear and feel a quick crack from His open hand across my arse, sending me off to the bedroom. As I walk, I hear the sound of door closing knowing He's now gone.  My head turns, a soft smile on my lips whispering. "Travel safely my Master. Come home to Your pet soon."  Entering the bedroom, I light a few candles around the room. The warm comforting aroma of vanilla wafts up. As I am turning the bed down, the thick comforter rolls to the foot of the bed. I lay my soft form onto the silk sheet—they feel cool against my warm skin. I take hold of the thick rubber-like vibe in one hand, wetting the fat tip of it with my lips and tongue, enjoying the smooth skin-like feel this one has. Switching it on to a low/med speed, I draw it down to rub just between my hot already moist cuntlips, moving up to my clit in a slow sensuous circle, hips lifting, pressing to the vibrations.  With my warm cunt cream thickening, I slide the vibe now deep into my pussy, holding the vibe in my hand, legs bending—knees up—feet flat upon the sheets. Driving my hips up and down in a steady fucking motion, my body is now hotter, and wetter, and craving the feeling of this orgasm allowed to me by my Master. I plunge the vibe deep into the hot greasy cunt that belongs to my Master. Pinning my hips back down with a fierce thrusting of the vibe, cunt walls squeezing in a desperate attempt to devour the toy, my cries ring out loud, screams filling the room as my orgasm as it flows hot strong, calling out,  "Thank You Master, thanks for allowing me this pleasure!"  As my body recovers I lie quietly. Small delicious tremors every so often quake my form, keeping my cuntflesh a tingle, my clit quivering and the warm juices flowing. Slowly sleep descends upon me, with thoughts of my Master vivid in my mind lulling His slut into a peaceful sleep. The moon's soft rays filter in dimly through the nearly closed blinds. The candles have kept a low glow within the room. My body turns and my face snuggles into my Master's pillow, which I'd sprayed earlier with His cologne. I breathe Him in as I sleep.  Belly to the sheets, moist warm pussy still slowly sensuously pressing to the sheets in a soft humping motion while in my slumber, arse cheeks moving side to side, sweet dreams of my Master caress my mind. That beautiful dream was suddenly turning to a nightmare. A heavy weight presses down on my body, a hand snakes around me. Just as I am about to let out a scream, I realize this is no dream. An intruder is here in my Master's bedroom. My mind is racing and panicking, my heart is wrenching, and my body is struggling trying to twist out from His clutches. He straddles His thick branch-like legs over my back pinning my arms to my sides.  He is strong. His hand holds a gag that He forces into my mouth and secures behind my head. He works quickly, binding my wrists. I hear the click of the steel, though the inner lining of the restraints is softer—leather perhaps. Panting breaths through flaring nostrils, again His hands come to my head to put a blindfold on me, my protesting groans and grunts mean nothing to Him. I am kicking my legs to no avail. He grabs them, snaps on the same type of restraints, and flips me over like a rag doll. I can feel His menacing presence over me as I lie there naked. Only Master's collar and waist chain darn my body.  My mind is racing with thoughts, each one of my senses heightened.  Silk.. It is the silk sheet being wrapped around me, nearly smothering me, my body bucking, trying my best to resist. I hear only the sounds this stranger makes—dark, ugly growls whenever I do something to try and spoil His plan. Each time He tightens His grip to let me know I'd best be still. I am flung over His shoulder, my arse pointed up to the sky wrapped in the silk sheet. His movements are meticulous. Aware that we are outside, the coolness of the late night air seeps in through the sheet. My body shivers.  His grip tightens, and I am placed into the seat of a car. First my door closes, then the driver's side opens and closes. I jump in reaction to the noises—all familiar noises yet now in darkness everything feels strange and common noises make me anxious. All I can do is whimper pathetically, as this Man makes no sound. I do not know if He is going to do me harm or what is to come of me. My mind fills with thoughts of my Master, He won't know what's happened to me, and I feel the sting of tears.  We are only in the car a short while before my body is casually flung back over His shoulder. Inside, His footsteps sound heavy—a certain sound like being on concrete—a musty scent—maybe a basement. My body is placed upon a flat surface.  Wood, perhaps - yes..  Smooth, hard, definitely wood.. I feel as if my body is a mass of nervous uncontrolled shivering. The gag makes it difficult to breathe. I have to remember to pull the air in through my nose which is a bit stuffy from my sobbing. The blindfold is wet from my tears. He sits me up a moment undoing the wrist restraints. I breathe a little easier, wiggling my wrists about to try and move. No such luck. This overbearing Man pushes me back down.  Pulling my arms up over my head, he attaches them to a different set of restraints that seem to be connected to the table. My breasts are rising up and down hard and fast. His fingers grab each nipple, rolling them between his fingers, and then giving each one a firm pinch. He takes the restraints from my ankles. I immediately try to kick. He is far too quick—holding both ankles binding one at the corner of the table, spreading my legs wide, binding the other to the opposite corner.  Here I lay before this One—naked and exposed—vulnerable. His fingers move over my Master's waist chain and then up to my collar. I buck and twist screaming beneath the gag until He finally leaves my jewelry alone. I feel delight at a small victory just won, but only momentarily as His fingers now find my nipples once more. Taking one, He pulls and pinches; twists and tweaks. The rosy hard tips ache feeling the sting, yet at the same time I feel the touch of His lips suckling on my other nipple. The mixture of pain and pleasure confuses my senses.  Whimpering, crying, I am not sure if I am in pain or I am whimpering at the soft gentle sensation. He is not my Master, yet His lips carry the same type of warm wet touch upon my breasts. His teeth slowly pull on my free nipple pulling it up as His fingers start to position the clamps. My body jumps. His mouth is covering my clit. He is so skillful; each of His movements is taking my attention off the impending clamps. A thin chain connects the clamps, and it lies between my breasts.  Who was this Man? Did my Master arrange this? Does my Master know where I am? Am I just supposed to submit? No, I want my Master.  His tongue sweeps over my clit again and again. I tell myself no, that I don't enjoy this. So then why are my hips are almost trying to lift into the stroke of His tongue to become one with His mouth? He moves over my moist cuntlips. My senses reel. I feel the first deep plunge of His tongue. He has a mustache. The only sound is a groan developing in my throat. Whimpering, questioning sounding like the word - "Master"  Again the pleading sounds begging through my gag iin desperation - "Master, Master???" Hoping, convincing myself it must be Him, as my body wouldn't react so easily if this One didn't have such a familiar touch. He probes with His tongue dipping in and out of my warm honeyed cunt. It is then I hear the buzzing sound. I know this sound. His fingers pull at my damp folds as He pushes the vibe deep into my wet pussy. Animal growls comes from deep within His throat, as He feels my cunt accept the large vibe, muscles trying to squeeze around its girth. Feeling tugging on my chained nipples, I am pulled slowly upward feeling the burn and sting. Then I feel something different—the softest feeling one could experience, my head tilting as I concentrate a moment.  A feather.. Yes, that must be it.. Lightly touching and tickling around the areola of each nipple as they are being pulled. My body is a frenzy of feelings, the feather, the vibe, the tugging. More and more whimpering—my body is on fire. Suddenly my whimpers become hard insistent moans. His hand shoves the vibe in harder deeper. I know He is watching me—I can feel His stare, His eyes moving to the dripping of my body's sweat, His pleasure at the way my body is shaking.  Quickly my fingers ball and fist, my toes curl, my mind is in such a confused state of ecstasy that I continue to try and fight off. I will only cum for my Master at His command for His dark and lustful desires. I am His playground, His canvas to create upon. Again and again the vibe is swimming in and out of my fuck hole, and then using a single finger He starts touching me at the valley between my clamped breasts. Slowly He glides downward over the flat of my belly. I pull in a deep breath through my nostrils. My belly caves in. His finger is still on my flesh dragging, and pressing.  He slowly makes His way to my exposed clit—the small protruding throbbing bud of my lust and passions. His finger flicks over it as His thumbs join in the fun. He is pinching and pulling on it, listening to my threatening moan of a denied orgasm bubbling beneath the surface. I listen to His low grunts as He tortures me over and over with His sweet ministrations. His skillful fingers drive me to the edge as I fight off the savage plunging, sweat dripping from every wanton pore of my body. Silently my mind screams out for my Master. My hips are jerking as He fucks me with the vibe now creating a steady intense motion. Each time the vibe is thrust in He rubs my clit with His knuckles. His other hand has moved back up to the clamps tugging lightly on them to listen to more of my muffled whimpering pleas.  As my mind becomes dizzy and blurred, He removes the vibe. The wet sloppy sound of it unplugging my fuck hole makes me crazy. I scream through the gag. I feel His body come to the table settling over mine, my head twisting in a heated protest. Wildly the blonde damp tendrils of my hair slap around my blindfolded and gagged face. "No, only my Master can take me. This cannot happen. Please." His fingers remove each clamp from my hot sore nipples. He quickly massages with both His mouth and hands easing the return of my blood flow. I can feel His thick rigid cock between my legs. The bulbous head is pulsing at my pink swollen cuntlips. A fuck hole so hot, wet ready to be fucked hard, my body is shaking.  He rocks forward, His cock teasing at my cuntflesh. I am trying desperately to shift my body but am unable to move. His hands reach up, taking the gag from my mouth. Before I even have my voice back to cry out, "No, please no more." the cunt juice soaked vibe is put into my mouth to suck on and once again I am stopped from speaking. The large toy fills my mouth as I suck the sweet hot taste of my cunt from it. He swipes up the blindfold and hisses out the words through grinding teeth as He rams His cock deep into its home.  "MINE!!! MY whore MY slut!!" my Master's voice strong loud commanding me. My Master fucks me hard, and His lips come to my ear as my Master growls out throught His feral grunting. "CUM My slut. Now. Hard. Give ME all you have wanted to release NOW." I am crying, screaming, and yelling out my desperate need, my want. "OOOHHHH FUCK YES, YES MASTER, MASTER."  As the orgasm that was so torturously, deliciously built up comes hard and fast, it is that moment I know what it is to be in sub space. The euphoric feelings take over my body, and Master and I become one. No beginning or end as we move in a motion so demanding yet so in sync. My mouth presses to the hot skin of His chest, sucking and licking as He slams His cock in and out of the fuck hole He alone owns. Master and only my Master can bring me, His slut to this sublime place.  In one deep solid thrust His cock explodes, thick waves of His hot cum pouring into my cunt, as my hot juice splashes over His dick, blending our lustful liquids. The smell of our sex surrounds us as our bodies drip with sweat, spasms coming one after the other—each one seemingly stronger than the one before. My strong cunt walls milk His cock of its cum. I need to feel my Master's body liquid flowing in my veins.  As He collapses to the table beside me, His lips to my ear, warm breath bathing over my hot skin the sound of His voice vibrates along my flesh, causing the many goose bumps to rise. "So, my pet, are you happy I didn't really have to go away on business?" Listening to the arrogant, wonderful sound of my Masters laughter as it melts my heart, whispering in a husky well sated voice. "Your pet is very happy, Master. So very happy." n o n c o n s e n s u a l     I caught the train everyday for work. I was always told to be careful,to be wary of travelling alone. A feat no one enjoys... until now. Routinely I caught the night train back home. I always kept a sharp eye, afraid of thieves or men with unsavoury ideas. One man definitely stood out. He wasn't young, I'd say in his 40's. He had a beer gut, not in the greatest shape. However I often found him looking at me, making me feel uncomfortable. "Urgh" I thought, "In your dreams you fat perv." Soon the looks became more obvious. Night after night I saw him. Inching closer. Until finally, he got what he wanted. The bus was exceptionally crowded, we were all pressed together. The smell of sweat and the heat filling the air. I was stood, desperately holding on to the ceiling handles in the hopes I wouldn't fall asleep. I felt someone pressing against my back. And my ass. "Don't worry about it, it's crowded" I thought. Soon the pressing sensation increased, almost rhythmic. I felt a hardness. Then I saw the reflection in the window. It was him. He kept a completely straight face, paused, then continued. Mortified, I remained still. Hoping it would pass. But soon I felt his fingers, travelling up my skirt. I reached out to stop him, he responded by immediately cupping my pussy, grinding his palm into my clit. I enjoyed it. I didn't want this, but I didn't want to stop it either. And he knew it. He gently ran his finger up and down my moistened pussy through my underwear, then his hand rapidly delved into my pants. He rubbed my clit harder each time, every so often sliding and teasing at my wet hole. I told him no, and no again. 3rd time was the charm, he rammed two fingers up my cunt unexpectedly, gently weaving in and out. I found myself squeezing and pushing myself onto his fingers, then the bell went off. My stop!! I gathered myself and took off, as I stepped off the train I saw him sniff his fingers, seeing how wet I'd had been. I felt ashamed, yet thrilled. I almost smirked to myself as I made my way through the dark side street. Thinking how glad I was that it hadn't escalated. However I heard the footsteps, and attention seeking coughing. It was him. He'd followed me like a dog tracking the scent. I tried to speed up, however I found myself walking to even more secluded areas. Bait waiting to be taken. Before I knew it, he had hold of my arm. We were around some garages. He gave me a look, and I stopped resisting. He broke into one of the garages, and pulled me inside. There was a table, a dim light, and a rope strapped to the ceiling. This was HIS garage!! At first I thought oh god, what have I done? But before I could react, he pinned me against the wall. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." I nodded. "However, I'm gonna fuck you. I want to slide my cock up your pussy and make you feel good. What do you think about that slut?" Once again, I nodded. "Good." He crammed his fingers up inside me once again. We were no longer confined to the train. We were able to make noise. He had no reason to tease, he thrust his fingers into me as hard and fast as he could. My juices squelching around his fingers as my back slammed against the wall. He kept his face near mine. "You like this bitch? It gonna feel so much better when it's my cock making you cum." He yanked his fingers out of me, making my body shudder. He took my hands above my head, and restrained me. I was hanging from the ceiling, my toes on the floor just enough to spare me any pain. He literally ripped off my shirt, and wasted no time sucking on my erect nipples. He made his way down and forcefully removed my skirt, tearing off my underwear. "I'm gonna bury my tongue in your cunt. I'm going lash at your clit until you beg me to ram my cock in you." He gently flicked his tongue across my throbbing clitoris. Lingering until I found myself desperately thrashing myself at his face, sadly he held my hips back. He was there, on his knees grinning up at me. Then...holy shit. As promised, he lashed his wet tongue across my clit like a man possessed. His head was moving up and down so fast as he alternated between jabbing my clit with his tongue and thrusting it into my seeping pussy, moaning into me all the while. I clamped my legs around his head, so ready to cum. Then he pulled away. He knew how much I wanted to cum, he purposefully denied me that. Grinning away, he spun me around so once again his cock was grinding on my ass. The tip ever so gently pressing against my soaked hole. "You want this fat cock deep in your pussy?" I nodded with a groan. "Say it, say you want me to fuck you hard." I gave in, "Yes please, fuck me hard!!" Before I could finished my sentence, he thrust it in me so hard I nearly got whiplash! He started with slow yet hard thrusts. Getting faster, faster, harder and harder. Soon his balls were slapping against me whilst I was screaming, my body being ricocheted back and forth by his furious cock. My legs began to buckle, I felt the orgasm filling inside me, every dirty thing he hissed in my ear bringing me closer to soaking his dick in my juices. "You like this cock? Yeah you do. Take it you slut, I'm gonna fuck you until you're sore. You want this cock?" "Yes!" "I'm gonna push this throbbing dick in your ass, you want that?" I'd never really tried anal before, I was hesitant. I said "No, it might hurt." "At first but it'll be worth it whore." He unhooked me from the ceiling restrains, keeping my hands bound, and lay me face down on a thick carpet. I was nervous, but curious. I'd never taken a dick up the ass before, but he was so good. My entire body was pulsating. I was a willing slave. He lay on top of me, stroking his cock up and down my sopping cunt. He spat on his fingers and circles around my tight anus. He slowly but surely pushed himself inside. Not so bad I thought, a mere stretching sensation. Until he gave a second almighty thrush then went as deep as he could possibly go. I yelped out in pain, it wasn't agonising, just unexpected. He held down my arms and told me, "Relax, just take it. Once you loosen up you'll be dripping wet. Bet I can make you cum from fucking your ass, like a dirty bitch." He slowly pushed himself in and out. He didn't increase the speed, but he did increase the force. Harder each time, grunting, almost with punishing rage each time. I felt my ass loosen, there was a pressure building. It felt good. It felt REALLY good. Just when I thought it couldn't get better, he rolled us over. He was laying on his back, I was laying on his front, both of us facing the ceiling. There was a mirror, I could see myself lying there with a strangers cock squeezing in and out of my virgin asshole. He was right, I was dirty. And I loved it. He put his hand between my legs and grinned his palm against my clit and putting his fingers inside me. Picking up the pace, cramming his clock up my ass whilst slamming his fingers inside my glistening dripping pussy. "Come on bitch, all over my cock. CUM YOU WHORE!!" Harder. Faster, I arched my back, I'd never felt anything like this before. My legs trembled like hell, I needed to release. I saw in the mirror, release came. I squirted up the mirror, my body jolting almost like a seizure as I had the greatest orgasm. He let out an almighty groan through gritted teeth, before filling my ass with his cum. He was right. I certainly was a dirty bitch now. s u p e r n a t u r a l ( i )     I sprinted down the hall, running for my life. The sound of my chuck taylor clad feet slapping the ground bounced off the walls, echoing eerily. "Maria... Maria..." It was a male's voice... I didn't know who he was and I didn't know what he wanted. Either way, things probably weren't going to turn out well for me if I let him catch me. I felt a little sweat beading in my hairline as my thick, wavy mane streamed behind me. "Maria... Maria..." He was gaining on me. With every step, every breath, every heartbeat. I almost sobbed as I ran down the long, echoey corridors of the abandoned warehouse, leaping over piles of debris and hoping to god I didn't trip. I had been snooping around, exploring the old welding factory after I'd heard some rumors about a human-bat thing supposedly seen coming and going from this place. I had been inside the decaying building for about ten minutes when I heard a horrendous cacophony; someone broke down the door I had blocked and began calling my name in the silky, disgustingly fake sympathetic voice. "Maria!" The proximity of the voice brought me out of my thoughts. He was only a few paces behind me!! The corridor was coming to a dead end. I thought all hope was lost, but I saw one last open door on the left. It could be my only salvation... A chance to turn around or find something I could use as a weapon to fight back. I reached out to grab the door handle, both as an anchor to redirect my momentum and as a way to slam the door shut in the face of my predator. I felt an arm wind around my throat, jerking me off my feet from the sudden stop and choking me in the suffocating grip. I thought it was a police officer or something like that, until I felt cold, inhuman breath on the side of my neck. "At last..." The man shoved me into the room, my feet tangling into various cords and wires littering the floor, he wrenched the door handle shut behind him. The room was lit by an old, dim, flickering lightbulb suspended by a thin wire. The room appeared to be an old workshop. Shelves lined the upper parts of the walls with damaged and rough counters underneath. Tools of all sorts littered the place along with rusty generators decaying by some of the outdated power tools. In the middle of the room stood a solid work table the size of a king-sized mattress, metal shavings scattered into the old creases of the over-worked wooden surface. Lengths of heavy duty, rusty chains draped tiredly over the upper half, almost waiting for someone to finish a project they started. I turned to look at my captor after regaining some of my balance, but my right arm was yanked behind my back, forcing me in the opposite direction of the door. I was roughly thrown over the table, the man gripping me roughly and bending me so my face was mashed into the metal shavings and splinters of the work table, making my eyes water with the sting. I blinked a few tears away. In a shaky voice, I asked. "What... do you want... with me?" The man pressed himself against me, leaning over me and completely covering my smaller frame with his. The man brushed the hair off the back of my neck and nuzzled my flesh before replying in that same, horrifying purr: "You poked around in the wrong places... And then I smelled you. Your scent was the sweetest I've ever smelled and it drove me..." He pulled his mouth close to my ear and spoke the last word in a breathy, smooth voice, "... crazy." "...m-my smell...?" My voice cracked on the word 'smell,' much to my dismay. My captor chuckled evilly, obviously enjoying my ignorance. "Yes, darling. Your smell." What the fuck was he going to do... Eat me...?I struggled wildly, my pinned arm loosing circulation in the vice grip and my other stuck between my torso and the table top. The man laughed heartily, yanking me up from the table and pressing my body against him. He captured both wrists in one hand in a crushing grip, forcing them behind my back. His other arm snaked over my chest, his rough hand gripping me just under my jaw. His lips were almost touching my ear, cold radiating from them and raising goosebumps along my skin. "This can be easier for both of us. If you're good, I can be nice and gentle." He pressed his lips against the racing pulse beneath my ear, "or I can be rough and unpleasant if you fight me." He bit the soft curve connecting my neck and shoulder, two particularly sharp teeth almost piercing my skin. I cried out in pain and jerked, shaking a laugh from him again. He shuffled forward to the table again, forcing me to bend over it painfully, this time sparing my cheek from the metal and rough wood. He spoke again, the chill of his breath causing the small hairs all over my neck to stand on end. "What's it going to be, my pet?" Bile rose to the back of my throat as he whispered 'my pet.' I refused to respond, scared out of my mind and stubborn enough to want to fight. After a few seconds of silence, the man growled in frustration. He dragged me up onto the table, flipping me so I was on my back. He motioned to the chain with his finger and a length of chain sprang to his command. It wound around my bruised wrists tightly before two links on each end opened up like the jaws of an angry snake and clamped into the old wood, making a sickly crunching sound like that of breaking bones; after sealing themselves into the table top, they went lifeless, just like they were a few seconds ago. My arms were securely bound above me, putting me in a somewhat vulnerable state and cutting off any hopes I had of escape. My chest heaved as I panted in fear, my eyes searching for the face of the man behind all this. I turned my head to my left and there he stood. The most beautiful sight I had ever seen. He stood probably around 6'7, dwarfing my smaller stature of 5'4. He was medium boned, muscular, and pale as the moon. He wore a charcoal gray hoodie with a lighter gray graphic tee beneath. His face was sculpted, not overly so, but enough to eliminate any boyishness. Pale, perfect skin and a symmetrical face... and eyes with blood-red irises and light-absorbing black pupils. Black, spiky hair crowned his horrifyingly handsome face, making a mixture of terror and lust course down my spine, coating every nerve ending and focusing all my senses on him. He casually leaned over me on the table, speaking in a low, dominating voice. "Have you changed your mind, darling?" I gaped up at him, his face mostly a silhouette due to the crappy lightbulb hovering above. He raised an eyebrow at me in expectation. I blinked and closed my mouth, regaining enough of my stubbornness to turn my head away and close my eyes, as if trying to deny his existence. I heard him hiss in a deep, threatening way. "So be it. I'll have you, either way... And when I'm done, you'll be begging for more." The hairs along my arms rose again, his words stirring something deep within me. He lept up onto the work table, kicking my legs apart roughly and settling between them. His hips rested against mine and he ground them into me, bringing to my attention something very hard between us. He dug his cold fingers into the neckline of my white tshirt, ripping it from me, jerking me off the table and startling me with the brutality of the force he used. He gazed down at me, his hands caressing over the lacy white bra. He mumbled "White for purity... White for virginity..." My spine turned to ice. How did he know I was a virgin...? Then he leaned down, taking the fabric between the cups into his mouth. He yanked back and it sprang free, the bra snapped in the middle, ruined. I was completely bared to him, unable to cover myself or hide from those crimson eyes. My captor cursed under his breath before almost violently attacking my right breast with his mouth. He bit the nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the hardening peak before sucking the soft tissue into his mouth. My back arched off the table and I gasped involuntarily at the onslaught. His hand gripped and roughly kneaded the other as he worked over my breast with his mouth. I felt his sharp teeth sliding over my skin threateningly, knowing at any moment they could rip into me if he wanted. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and a rising, unknown desire within me. He released my breast from his mouth with a wet smack, his dangerous eyes glaring into mine. "Your heart is calling to me..." He moved forward so that his face was at my neck. He nuzzled the throbbing pulse near my throat, sighing. "How does it feel... knowing I could drink you dry if I wanted?" He squeezed my breast hard, stealing a gasp from me. His tongue caressed the flesh over my racing pulse; I involuntarily angled my head to give him better access. He murmured appreciatively. "You smell so delicious..." His teeth scraped over my pulse, drawing a shiver out of me. He chuckled a little, the sound a deep, throaty sound. He spoke softly, "I could kill you if I wanted... Tear open your throat and drink away your life." He kissed over my pulse again, lingering and letting his tongue snake out again to caress the sensitive flesh. A small whimper of fear and something else escaped my trembling lips. "Tell me what you think about that, Maria." My name sounded strange on his tongue. I licked my dry lips, noticing how his eyes followed my tongue. I spoke, hesitantly, in a quivering voice. "I think... if that's what you really wanted, you would have done that already." He was inhumanly still for a moment, before a slow smile spread over his perfect face. "Smart girl." He squeezed my breast hard again, extracting a gasp from me, opening my mouth to him. He leaned down, capturing my lips with a strange hunger I'd never known before. My mind went completely blank as he pulled away to see my reaction. I blinked, my brain feeling a little hazy as I stared back at him. I bit my lip, replaying over in my head what had just happened. Is this what a kiss was really like? Then it seemed to dawn on him. "That was your first kiss?" He looked taken aback for a few seconds. Then his pupils dilated a bit and he growled deep in his throat before leaning back down and taking my lips again. My current situation forgotten, I lay there, trying to sort out how to react, the first time today when I was completely at a loss for words or action. I let instinct take over. He claimed my bottom lip, sucking gently. I pursed my lips together a little, putting a bit of pressure on his upper lip. His hips ground against me again as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing against my lips. Not knowing what else to do, I let him in and he swirled his tongue around mine, the sensations rendering my mind blank and my body limp. He whispered against my lips, "That's it... don't fight me." He kissed me passionately, his hand starting to knead my breast again, flicking and rolling my nipple with his thumb while the other slipped beneath my head, gripping the back of my neck as his fingers intertwined in my hair. He began kissing along my jawline, moving back toward my neck. Each kiss kindled the fire growing just under my skin and I began to feel a thirst within my body I had never known before. His grinding began to feel good and I moaned beneath him as he sucked on my neck. My arms struggled against the chains, wanting to touch him. He spoke, his words muffled by the sensitive flesh of my throat against his lips. "Not yet, my darling." He worked his way down my neck, pausing at my breasts again. His face moved away from mine as he maneuvered himself lower over me. He kissed the soft skin above my belly button, his hands shredding my dark-gray, knee length leggings. He flung the remnants of clothing off the table, dipping his tongue in my belly button before kissing lower. Distress began to filter through the haze in my mind. I mewled a soft, "Wait..." My captor paused at his task. "Trust me, pet." He resumed, kissing softly above my panty line and my hips, silencing any protest I may have had. I felt his hands gently pushing my knees apart, giving him access to my sacred part. I felt him blowing a steady stream of cool air over me and realized that he had somehow slipped my underwear off me while I was distracted. Before I could protest, he latched onto my sensitive nub and sucked softly, drawing a moan from me. My back arched from the sensation, my mind completely hazy as I felt his mouth in the place I had never been touched before. My legs quivered and my knees spread a little more, my body inviting him in without my permission. His tongue swirled around my clit, awakening each nerve ending and setting them each ablaze. I didn't understand what I was feeling, and under present circumstances I didn't care. He paused and I felt his eyes on my face. Through my panting, I managed to choke out, "Please... don't stop... ohhhhhh..." His tongue slid up through my folds, turning my legs to jelly and my words to unintelligible moans and groans. Then I felt something probing uncomfortably at my entrance. I bit my lip as I felt him touching me and stretching me a little. Then I felt him suck on the sensitive little bud again and I completely forgot any discomfort. My belly was tightening in a weird way, but the way he made me feel I didn't want to care. He drew on my clit repeatedly and I gasped, moaned, and writhed beneath him. I felt him insert his finger inside me and he stroked my inner walls, adding a new dimension to the sensation he was forcing onto me. The tightening within me kept growing with each second. He flicked my nub with his tongue as he simultaneously swirled his finger inside me and the tightness exploded within me, unleashing a torrent of pleasure. My senses barely noticed the brief bit of pain as they were overcome by the intense sensation. I heard myself whimpering softly as the cascade of pleasure began to ebb after a few moments. My heart no longer pounded with fear; the negative emotions temporarily gone as I basked in the glow of the new contentedness I suddenly felt. Then, I became aware of something wet on the inside of my thighs and dripping down my bottom onto the table; I thought that perhaps I had peed myself and felt my cheeks grow hot with shame. I opened my eyes as I felt a shadow loom over me. Piercing red eyes studied my face as my heart began to beat normally. He smiled and I noticed his lips were shiny and wet. "You are absolutely exquisite when you come..." He leaned down to me again, kissing me gently. He tasted different. I swallowed hard, "What just happened? ...what did you do to me?" I raised my head and looked down between us. His clothes were now gone and he was settled between my legs again. What I saw protruding from him made my eyes widen. He continued, seemingly unhampered by my attention on other places. "You just had an orgasm. It happens when you feel really good." He paused and licked his lips, the shiny stuff disappearing. I blinked, raising my gaze back to his face, and my cheeks felt hot again as I asked quietly, "...did I pee?" He laughed. "No darling. It happens when you have an orgasm." I nodded. My attention went back to his hips. He answered my unspoken question. "That, Maria, is my cock and it will go inside you where you felt me touching you a bit ago." I swallowed hard. "...go inside me?" He kissed my neck softly. "Yes. I'm going to take you, pet. I'm going to fuck you with my cock." Before I could respond, he shifted his hips and used his hand to guide himself. I felt it pressing against me. I squirmed against him, whispering in fear, "H-how is that going to fit in me??" I twisted my hips away, trying to close my legs as I felt a little panic. The piercing eyes stared daggers into me. I felt his hands on my hips grip tightly, holding the yielding flesh in a vice like grip. He leaned closer to my ear, whispering threateningly, "You will not deny me entry. If you submit, I'll be gentle. If not, I can make this more painful for you then it will already be." He pressed his hips forward, the pressure increasing as he illustrated his point. His eyes seemed to pierce directly into my soul; there was no give to his will and I knew there was no way out of this. After a few seconds, I forced myself to relax, opening my legs to him again. He sighed, his legs trembling. "Good girl." Before I could protest, he captured my lips as he thrust his hips forward. I felt a pain like a sharp rubber band snap and I opened my mouth to yelp, but he absorbed my cries with his mouth and kissed me passionately. He moaned deep in his throat, his body shaking above me. He broke the kiss, drawing in a sharp breath and cursing, "God you feel so good..." He kissed my pulse again and slowly rotated his hips. I winced at the discomfort; I felt like I was being split in half. He kissed my neck firmly, pulling away briefly enough to apologize. "I'm sorry love... It's going to hurt for a little bit." There was only one solid question in my mind. "Is it really inside me?" He moved his hips again and I could feel it moving in me. He began slowly moving his hips back and forth, pulling out a little and then going back in. It hurt at first, but it soon started to feel good like before. The man was still shaking. He murmured, "You're so tight... So good... I want to ride you hard but you aren't ready... God damn..." He did pick up the pace, however. When he pulled out, I felt a new kind of emptiness that was soon relieved after he surged back in, gyrating his hips. He hit a really sensitive spot inside me and I moaned again, wrapping my legs around him as he moved within me. He cursed under his breath and pumped faster, harder. It felt so good inside me and I soon wanted him to fill me more, get deeper, go harder. I struggled against the chains binding my arms down and he lifted a hand, gesturing like he did before. The links disintegrated around my wrists like sawdust and my arms sprang free and wrapped around his shoulders. My hands roamed over his smooth, muscular back. He hit that spot inside me again and again and my nails dug into his cold flesh. He cursed sharply and pinned me, thrusting inside me harder. His eyes borred into mine and his lips curled into a snarl. My back arched and I cried out in ecstasy as he kept stroking over that spot. I started lifting my hips in time with his thrusts, hearing his thighs slap against my ass as he buried himself inside me. He began to furiously fuck me at that point. I writhed and moaned, mewled, whimpered, and groaned beneath him, the way he was taking me so brutally adding fuel to the fire in my core. "God damn it, Maria!" I clawed his back as he stroked over that spot inside me, my eyes nearly rolling back up into my skull. Moving as fast as lightning, he gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, staring into my eyes with a new intensity. He slowed his thrusting and stopped; I groaned in frustration and tried to grind my hips to get friction inside me. He leaned his weight onto my wrists a little, capturing my attention completely. "Listen to me, Maria." He growled out, his muscles trembling. He began punctuating the words with his thrusting into me, "You. Belong. To. Me." One of his hands gripped my breast again and he loomed over me. His voice grew more intense. "You. Are. Mine!" I moaned as his words called up a strong desire in my soul, my orgasm, as he called it, building within me. "Say it!" He ground his hips hard against me, driving his point home. I cried out as he hit me deeply inside. He squeezed my breast hard. "Say it! Who do you belong to?!" "You!" He thrust inside me again. "Tell me who you belong to!" I groaned, my belly tightening dangerously. "I belong to you!" With that, I came and nearly shattered into a million pieces. I almost screamed from the intensity, a roaring sound rising in my ears and my mind completely incoherent as the tides of hot pleasure crashed over me. I registered his curses and broken sentences, "Oh god... You're so... Tight... So damn good... Ughghh" He kept moving inside me, prolonging the orgasm. I found myself sobbing, almost begging him to stop the onslaught which threatened to overwhelm me. He slammed into me one last time, holding still. I felt something hot erupting within my walls and flooding my tunnel; it felt good. I opened my eyes and discovered he was staring intently at me. The spurting inside me continued as he leaned down and kissed me deeply. The kiss lasted a long time, neither of us wanting to stop. Finally, he broke the union of our lips and spoke softly, "I'm going to mark you now." I blinked, the post-orgasmic haze clouding my mind and any coherent thoughts I had. He sweetly kissed my throat, his cold lips sliding down my searing flesh, cooling and soothing. He reached the base of my throat and pressed his lips on the side of my neck, just above the juncture connecting my neck and shoulder. He kissed gently before opening his mouth and sucking hard over the spot. I closed my eyes and rolled my head to the side, my lips parting but no sound coming out. He sucked on my neck, swirling his tongue around the skin in his mouth. My nerves began tingling again, stirring like embers from a dying fire. My hands came up to the back of my captor's neck, stroking the base of his skull and holding him to me. After a few seconds, I felt a sharp stabbing pain that quickly subsided and was replaced by a different form of pleasure all together; one that didn't lead to a need for climax. He sucked a while longer, his tongue methodically swishing over the skin in his mouth. He released and admired his work. Goosebumps fanned out from the area, the sudden cool prickling my over-sensitized nerve endings. He looked up at me, those intense predator eyes smoldering. He lifted his hand to my face, cupping my cheek and stroking his thumb over my soft skin. He whispered, gently, "You're mine now." I blinked a few times, my eyes welling up with moisture from a mix of emotions; I was pretty sensitive and all the new experiences and crazy emotions was probably getting to me. In a trembly voice, I asked, "Am I going to be like you now...?" He kissed my forehead tenderly and spoke softly, "No, darling. I don't want to Change you. Not yet, anyway." s u p e r n a t u r a l ( ii ) I opened my eyes to find myself standing inside the abandoned factory. It was quiet and everything had a shimmery, unreal feel to it. Sunlight filtered lazily into the decaying hallway through cracks in the boarded windows and dust motes floated around in the still air. Blinking a bit in confusion, I took a small step forward. Dust puffed into the air around my shoes as a piece of discarded plywood flattened to the ground under my weight, grinding against the crumbling concrete. What was I doing here...? My gut twisted suddenly in panic, the hair on my nape standing on end as my heart rate picked up. Through the silence, that voice called my name sweetly; the sound seemed to swirl through the hallway. My body moved automatically in reaction, my legs shifting as I started to run. There was no other sound as the voice grated through the corridor like steel on concrete. Terror coursed through me as my running slowed against my control. I started moving in slow motion, like trying to move through molasses. The harder I tried to flee, the slower I became. The peaceful, crumbling hallway had changed. It was dark now; the light was completely gone as tangible blackness closed around me. It enveloped my eyes, ears, nose, and mouth as I tried to struggle. The presence of the voice neared my ear, cold lips touching the lobe as it started to speak. A horrible wailing noise erupted from his mouth, jolting me into wakefulness. A shock of electricity ran up my spine and I bolted upright, panting hard and shaking in fear. With panic-induced movements, I tore the stifling blanket away from my face, finally taking in a deep breath of cool air as I reached back and slapped the 'off' button of my obnoxious alarm clock to silence the horrible noise. Cold sweat dripped down my temples as the hairs on the back of my neck stood stiffly to attention. My heart continued to pound in my ears as I blinked a few times and looked around, sighing and sagging in relief as I realized I was in my dorm room. The mattress creaked and a pillow fell to the floor as I shifted, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, laying my cheek on top of my right knee. After a while, my breathing started to slow and I didn't feel the cold sweat as much; my heart calmed as I listened to the familiar sounds of morning dorm life. Pop music bounced through the hall, the lyrics and rhythm of the song clouded with the sound of a hair dryer or two and the slamming of doors as girls got ready and headed to class. I sighed, looking at the clothes strewn over the floor as I felt my body calming, the adrenaline filtering away. Though I was left with an uneasy feeling, my dream was nearly forgotten as I slid up off my bed, getting to my sock-clad feet on the cold tile floor. After glancing at the clock and seeing the time, 8:33 am, I groaned in annoyance. I was going to be late for class!! Quickly gathering my stuff for a shower and slipping on my old flip-flops, I hustled into the bathroom and nearly ran into another girl as she left the communal bathroom. I showered fast, not giving the water time to heat up and shivering under the cold stream as I scrubbed myself with soap and lathered my tangled, sleep-mussed hair with shampoo. Hardly taking the time to properly dry off after I rinsed away the soap and hair product, I threw on my clothes for the day: patterned blue and teal tank and pair of jeans, and wrung out the water from my hair as I hurried back to my dorm room and tossed the wet towel and nightclothes in a heap onto the floor. Not bothering to look at my reflection, I roughly brushed my hair, cringing as I forced the bristles through the knots and speedily worked out the tangles in my hair. Tossing the brush onto my messy, blanket-strewn bed, I grabbed my back pack off my desk and stuffed the necessary books inside before zipping it shut and throwing it over my shoulders. Slipping into my shoes, I grabbed my keys and hurried out the door without bothering to tie the loose laces. I ran all the way to class, cool morning air and sunlight brushed over my skin; my usual Chuck Taylors frantically slapped the sidewalk and my laces flopped about as I strode toward the sciences hall. Swinging open the door and taking the stairs two at a time, I managed to get to the third floor and turn the corner to room 309 by 8:59. I panted hard, turned the heavy handle on the door, pulled it open, and walked quickly into the room. The other students who had arrived on time stole glances at me, one of them even raising an incredulous eyebrow as I passed. Pulling out the chair and cringing as I squealed against the worn tile floor, I flopped into my normal seat beside my friend, Becky, and began pulling out my books. It wasn't for a few moments that I realized she was staring at me. I raised my eyebrow and smoothed some stray hairs back into place self-consciously, squirming under her gaze and still panting a little. "What...?" She looked at me wide-eyed for a few more seconds before leaning close and smirking a little, whispering, "Somebody had a good time last night." My brow furrowed and I looked at her, confused. "What do you mean...?" Becky grinned and leaned over to retrieve her bag from the floor. She set it on the table top and took her compact out of her sparkly, over-stuffed, black purse. She opened it to me and held the mirror angled to my neck. I gasped, my mouth falling open in disbelief. A large, deep, dark purple hickey marred my neck by my collarbone. Immediately, my cheeks flushed and I slapped a hand over the bruise, turning away from her and dropping my head to the table top. As I tried to remember how the hell I had gotten such a mark, my brain started to buzz and a maddening humming sound rose in my ears. The sound of the professor's voice dulled and slowed as if traveling through syrup. The presence of the other students faded; even Becky was forced out of my reality as my brain went into overdrive and my focus shifted to the storm in my mind. In the next few moments, all of the previous night's events came rushing back to me... The factory, the chains, the man, the rape... The hickey... My face red and heart pounding with shame, I got up and left the class, stepping outside into the hall. The professor continued teaching, but I felt a few pairs of eyes follow me as I strode up the aisle between the tables. The heavy wooden door clanged shut behind me and I leaned my back against the wall just around the corner, sliding down until I was sitting. Hugging my knees to my chest, I didn't really fight the urge to make myself small on the dusty floor. I wanted to cry as all the memories from last night exploded back into my memory and spun me into a whirlwind of emotions. He had taken my first kiss... He had taken my virginity... He had even left me with a huge-ass hickey as a brand of shame... I shivered, rubbing my palms over my upper arms to calm myself. I wasn't going back into sociology class today... I was too embarrassed by my sloppy appearance and I didn't want anyone asking questions when they saw the tears on my face. I probably wouldn't do well in my other classes, either. Not today, at least... After a while, I pulled out my laptop and emailed the rest of my teachers for the day that I would not be coming to class. I was 'sick,' I claimed... It was half true, I felt like I was going to vomit. Closing the lid and neatly packing it back into the bag, I pulled the heavy back pack into my lap and hugged it. I rested my chin on it, the rough and durable fabric of the bag felt a little comforting, as well as the weight of it in my lap. After a few quiet minutes passed in the empty hallway, I finally got tired of having a pity party on the floor and stood up, throwing my back pack over my right shoulder. Turning on my heal and heading toward the stairs, I began skulking back to my dorm room. The nice thing about the Science's hall was that it was lit mostly by sunlight; warm sun rays beamed over me as I descended the stairs. Exiting the building, a cool breeze swept over me as I chose the shortest path to the dorms. I looked down at the sidewalk whenever a stray student passed; there were still tears brimming in my eyes and blurring my vision. My hair fell over the hickey, hopefully covering the dark bruise with a curtain of still-damp red locks. The initial shock and hurt began to fade, then slowly turned to anger and resentment. I couldn't believe I let him touch me, let alone... Nevermind. I seethed inwardly, especially when I realized I was sore between my legs. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my eyes narrowing as I felt helplessly angry. What the hell was I supposed to do now!? I couldn't tell anyone, nobody would believe me. I had showered too; my clothes from last night had also been destroyed and apparently didn't make it back to my dorm with me, so there wasn't even any evidence left to file a police report. I heard someone walking behind me and I sped up, my eyes tearing up from frustration and defeat. I wasn't about to let someone see me cry like a little girl. The steps on the pavement behind me sped up to match my pace and I felt a cold hand come to rest on my shoulder. My heart leapt in my chest with fright- it was him! The sole of my shoe ground on the pavement as I spun around, fist primed to break his jaw, but I stopped dead in my tracks. It was Becky, my friend. I let out a sigh of relief as I saw her soft brown eyes and her concerned expression, her skin a comforting mocha color rather than deathly pale. She stepped closer and spoke softly, "Girl, what happened? It's not like you to leave class like that..." She pulled her hand off my shoulder and I stepped forward, hugging her. Her soft and curly hair brushed my cheek and her soft perfume helped soothe me. Becky was my dear friend; she was always honest with me and caring, sometimes reminding me of a mother hen taking care of her chicks. A little surprised, she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me back. I laid my cheek on her shoulder, murmuring, "I don't know... I feel strange..." I felt bad for lying, but how are you supposed to tell someone you were fucked by a vampire in an abandoned factory? She patted my back. "Are you gonna be in class today or do you need me to pick up your homework?" Becky knew better than to pry, just hugging me back and helping me calm down. "Would you pick it up for me please? I'm not feeling well... I think I'm going to go lie down." Stray hairs tickled my face, the cool breeze stirring them into life as I looked down again. Becky was silent for a moment, before she made a little 'mhm' and began fishing around in her purse again. "Here... If you're gonna get busy again you should keep some of these around." She held her hand out, a sample bottle of 'morning after' and a few Tylenol tablets in her hand. I rolled my eyes, holding out my hand as she deposited the pills into my palm. She grinned, pointing at the hickey. "Next time girly, tell him to leave one in a less obvious place." With that, she shouldered her purse and turned on her heel. With a wave, she began walking back toward the main campus. I couldn't help a small smile as I began walking back to my dorm. A few minutes later, I padded down the hall toward my dorm room, the smell of heavy perfume and microwave popcorn coating the brick walls and tiles floors. Nobody else was around in the hallway; not even the custodian, who had finished cleaning the bathroom while everyone was in class. The strong smell of cleaning solution cut through the regular smell of the hallway; my dorm room was right across from the bathroom. The rubber soles of my shoes squeaked on the drab tile of the floor as I half turned, stopping in front of my door, pulling my lanyard out of my pocket, I held up the brass key to my room and lined it up with the keyhole in the heavy old handle of the door. As I tried sliding the key into it, the heavy wooden slab slid open on silent hinges. I guess my roommate had gotten here first. As I stepped inside, something immediately felt wrong, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. A sort of cold chill whooshed past me, raising goosebumps in its wake as the door closed and locked behind me, seconds before I heard that terrifying voice... "Hello, pet." My feet seemed to freeze to the floor, my blood hardening into ice in my veins. There he sat, right on my bed as if he belonged in my dorm room. He smiled calmly at me, irises a deep, bloody crimson. The asshole was even leaning back a bit, his DC's kicked off his feet under my bed. He looked extremely casual and laid back, wearing a tight, long-sleeved, black T-shirt with grey swirling smoke patterns stained into the fabric. His jeans were ripped over one knee; probably an old, favorite pair. Just as quickly as it had come, the fear evaporated and was replaced by the growing anger and resentment brewing in the pit of my stomach. I stepped forward, muscles tensing as the rage and hurt grew. The man simply raised an eyebrow as I began to speak in a low, angry tone. "Who the hell do you think you are, prancing around and taking what you want!? You make sick!" The bed creaked and I heard fabric scuff the floor; the next thing I knew, he had crossed the room in a trice, his hand was around my throat, and he pinned me roughly to the wall as his hips locked over mine. His inhumanly cold hand rested on the base of my throat, making sure I couldn't look away from him. Those eyes borred into mine and he leaned down, kissing me hard and hungrily. My racing mind halted, freezing up and going blank again as my eyelids fluttered closed. I didn't realize I was so tensed up until I started to relax, sighing softly through my nose. Even though his lips were cold... They were soft and comforting. He chuckled quietly and pulled away, his hand moving from my throat to my cheek, the contact becoming more tender rather than dominating. "I came because I was worried about you, darling. I do take care of my pet, you know..." Pulling away from the wall, he pulled me into him and laid his cheek on my forehead. Though I really didn't want to be so close to him... He smelled really good and his body felt nice and solid against mine. Still, I was totally unsure what the hell to do, so I just stood there stiffly and awkwardly. It wasn't long before I decided to voice a question I had been pondering for quite some time. Speaking softly, I attempted to look up into his face. "I don't even... Know your name..." He nodded, stroking my hair through his fingers in a strangely intimate gesture as he met my gaze. "I'm sorry... I never told you, did I? My name is Kaleb." With a nod, I lowered my gaze from his intense eyes; even when he was relaxed, they sent shivers down my spine. I hadn't yet decided if they were from fear or something else; the second option was firmly shoved out of consideration. My cheek nestled into his cool, firm chest and I almost laughed at how... Casual... This was. Him hugging me and stroking my hair like we were a couple. My anger quickly bubbled up again; I would be damned if I would let him win submittance from me so easily. I began struggling in his grip, putting my hands flat against his chest and trying to push him back, attempting to break the relaxed yet unbreakable embrace of his arms around me. Kaleb really didn't budge much, but it made me feel like I was accomplishing something. He looked down at me, raising an eyebrow at my fruitless struggles. "Mm pet doesn't like my hugs?" I glared up at him, frowning. I was sure my face was becoming flushed with irritation, because my cheeks felt hot from the rage I felt. My reply was much louder and contained a bit more venom, "I'm not your fucking pet!" The vampire snorted in dismissal, his fingers threading more roughly into my hair and tangling into a tight grip on the base of my skull. Kaleb tilted my head back to look him in the face, some strands of silky black hair almost hanging over his dangerous eyes. His lips drew steadily closer to my ear as he spoke, the chill of his breath raising goosebumps over my flesh again. "Yes you are, my girl. You said so yourself when you were screaming for me to fuck you." My cheeks grew even hotter at the memory, an involuntary shiver coursing down my spine and a tingling beginning to grow in the apex between my legs. I bit my lower lip, swallowing hard and looking back up at him. Those rich, crimson eyes looked back down at me, fully capturing my gaze as a small smile spreading over his lips. "Mmm you remember now, don't you, pet? Remember how I felt inside you... How it felt to finally let go and submit to me..." Kaleb's inhumanly cold hand began stroking down my side as he spoke, his fingertips caressing my thigh and leaving goosebumps in their wake while the other stayed firmly knotted in my hair. His fingertips traced down the side seam of my shirt and onto my hip. They continued toward the inside of my thigh, wasting no time in sliding up and into my jeans. He gently hooked his index finger into my panties and tugged them to the side with ease to expose my sex. Chills ran down my spine yet again and my temperature rose in a mix of terror and excitement that was starting to become familiar. I shut my eyes tight, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to hinder his hand from searching any further. My voice was a small squeak when I spoke, "Please... Please don't..." There was a silence for a few seconds before his hand withdrew from my pants. Kaleb's grip on the base of my skull relaxed and he combed his fingers through my hair, untangling them.after freeing up his hand, he wrapped that arm around my waist and pulled me closer, gently and lovingly. Opening my eyes, I saw his expression soften a bit before he lowered his face to mine and kissed me again, deeply. My heart stuttered in my chest and my knees went weak, trembling just a bit. His other arm slid beneath my knees, pulling me up and laying me on my messy bed. The vampire climbed in with me, curling his body against mine and stroking my cheek as he pulled me tight against him. My scorching skin nestled against his chilled flesh. It was oddly intimate, but at the same time I couldn't have moved away if I wanted to. I was being cuddled... And dominated... "Why are you fighting me, pet?" He murmured quietly against my neck, nuzzling my pulse and brushing his lips over my earlobe. I closed my eyes, sighing softly and forcing myself to relax as I replied, "Because I don't know... What to think of you..." He began kissing down the side of my neck, his fang tips tickling my sensitive skin. His hands caressed my sides, brushing over my skin and sliding up underneath my tank top. I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest and my nerves tingling. "You're mine, darling. Your body knows it. You just need to accept it..." Kaleb whispered against my neck, his right hand caressing over the soft skin of my stomach and his left caressing my thigh outside of my skinny jeans. I wanted to give in... What he said was true, but a stubborn, niggling part of my brain wasn't about to just submit to someone who was still more or less a stranger to me. He nibbled on my collarbone, biting softly and scraping his sharp canines gently over my flesh. Goosebumps prickled over my skin, which was becoming more sensitive as he continued to tease it. The sound of his voice, close to my ear, back in the abandoned factory floated back into my memory, 'I could kill you now if I wanted... Tear open your throat and drink your life away...' Kaleb's hand slid over my bra and he squeezed my left breast, his cold wrist pressed against my flesh over my racing heart. He was making it so hard to focus... Why did he have to be so sexy...? The monster holding me to him was ruthless and willing to selfishly rape a girl because... What was his excuse... 'Because your scent was the sweetest I've ever smelled.' His left hand pressed against the apex between my legs, his palm rubbing against the seam of my jeans and pressing it against my clit, using the texture of the fabric to tease me and make me more sensitive. My eyelids fluttered shut and I must've moaned because he sighed against my nape and began kissing harder, his tongue darting out occasionally and swirling over my searing flesh. My skin was becoming sensitive enough that when a lock of hair shifted off my shoulder, I thought I felt each individual hair gliding lightly over my neck. I quickly began to forget why I ever wanted to fight this... It was so good... I didn't have any experience with sex, but I'd never known someone could totally just... Take over your own body... My bra slid up beneath my tank and I felt him tug gently on my nipple, rubbing it and rolling the sensitive peak as he pressed on my breast. As he continued, my brain was becoming foggier as the wonderful, pleasurable sensations became my focus. There was something... I wasn't... Supposed to do... Something I told myself... Not to feel around him... Some way I was supposed to act... Or not let him have...What was it...? My jeans were now unbuttoned and the fly unzipped, his hand slipping into my panties and his fingertips sliding into my folds, using just the right amount of pressure in just the right places. Fuck it. Whatever it was, fuck it... It was too good... I realized I had been making soft mewling sounds from his touches and moving my hips in time with his hand. My eyelids fluttered open and his tongue curled around my earlobe, drawing it into his mouth and sucking gently before he murmured into my ear, "Close your eyes, pet... I love the sounds you're making..." Without a second thought, my eyes closed again and I tipped my head back, laying it on his shoulder and turning my face so my forehead nestled into his neck, just beneath his jawline. His lips pressed against my temple and I felt him smiling against my skin. "Baby girl you're doing so well..." Kaleb slipped a finger inside me and I arched my back a little, spreading my thighs and lifting my hips, inviting him in. His palm rubbed against my clit, his finger inside me quickly finding that sweet, explosive spot and rubbing at a maddening pace. Soft whimpering sounds poured out of my lips as I started panting, my mind blank as I gave in completely. I half-expected him to make some comment, but he stayed quiet and kept playing with me. His right hand kneaded my breasts, rolling and tugging on my nipples occasionally. Kaleb's hips pressed against my ass and I felt the hard bulge in his pants pressing against the back of my thigh. He began grinding on me, matching to my rhythm. It was insane; almost like we were dancing, like sex with our clothes on. The other girls in the dorms talked about sex, but nothing like this... Suddenly, the amazing sensation withdrew as Kaleb pulled his finger out of me and moved his hand away from my sex. I groaned softly in disappointment, goosebumps rising along my hip as his chilled hand caressed over it. I felt the moisture on his fingers as he rubbed over my skin, leaving a wet trail across my hip. The vampire hooked his thumb into my jeans, tugging them down slowly. My nerves had become so sensitive that I thought I could feel every thread in the fabric as it slid down my thighs, over my knees, and slipped off my calves and onto the floor. My panties were next, and he removed them with the same, deliberate slowness, teasing me. As my panties joined my jeans and the other rumpled clothes on the floor, the hand on my breasts stilled and withdrew, caressing over my stomach instead. This was different than before... More couple-y. My heart began beating harder, my nerves on fire. Kaleb murmured in my ear again, "Turn around, pet." Nodding quietly, I lifted up on my elbow and turned, settling in to face him. His hands settled on both sides of my hips and he pulled me on top of him, hands sliding over my ass and down the backs of my thighs. He pulled my knees up, making my hips press harder against him. My palms rested flat on his chest, my nails grazing gently over the fabric of his shirt. I looked down at him, biting my lower lip and still feeling fuzzy-minded. He leaned up, kissing my flushed cheek, "I'm going to take you again, pet." He murmured in my ear, speaking in a gentle but authoritative voice. My heart began racing, the need for more stimulation becoming greater as I felt the warm bulge in his pants pressing against my clit. Almost as if sensing my thoughts, he grabbed my ass again, pushing my hips down on his and making me grind. His erection rubbed and pressed against my clit through his jeans, drawing a moan from me and sending shivers up my spine. He cursed under his breath, kissing along my neck and almost devouring my skin. His fingertips dug into my skin as he gripped my hips roughly, squeezing them. "I'm going to fill that tight pussy of yours. I'm going to make you scream my name and beg for me to let you cum." I squeaked a little in surprise as he flipped me over, pressing my chest into the mattress. My mind began to clear as I felt a little afraid and I looked back at him with wide eyes. His movements were fluid and almost predator-like as he undid his jeans and pulled them off, his gaze riveted to my ass. His jeans joined mine on the floor gone, his boxers rapidly joining them as he swiftly pulled them off. Kaleb pressed his length against me from behind, the warm shaft of his cock nestling between my thighs. His crimson eyes flickered toward my face and caught my eye, the lustful expression on his face making me feel uneasy. I didn't dare move as he leaned down, stroking my spine gently and nuzzling my cheek. "I won't ever give you more than you can handle." His cold hands rubbed my back and sides as he slid into me, slowly. I felt every inch of his cock, his shaft nearly forcing itself through my tight walls. I gasped a little, closing my eyes and spreading my knees. Kaleb stayed quiet, the only indication of his pleasure evident as his grip tightened on me while he continued slowly pushing deeper inside me. He felt... So good... I couldn't stop a moan, my eyes closing as my head tilted back onto his shoulder. My arms and legs were shaky, trembling from both the pleasure and the growing unease in my gut. Kaleb grunted behind me, pushing in almost halfway before pulling back out and steadily rocking in deeper with experienced and smooth movements. "Maria... You're so... Damn tight..." He leaned down, kissing along the back of my shoulder as he began slowly and steadily thrusting in and out. I bit down on my lip a bit too hard by accident, the sting seeming to snap a little sense into me. Wait... Wait a second...!! What the hell was I doing!? I half-turned, looking back up at him with wide eyes, probably looking something like a terrified mouse trapped under the claws of a cat. My cheeks flushed with shame. He gazed back at me, a slow smile spreading over his lips. "Oh, pet... You don't know what that look does to me..." My cheeks flushed more as he cupped my chin, keeping my face in place as he studied me. "Mmmm... That scared look... Those bright red cheeks..." My stomach turned as my mind finally began to clear. How could I have just brushed aside the fact that only yesterday he had taken my virginity against my will!? I spoke out of anger, "Stop touching me! Leave me alone!!" Pulling my hips forward, his cock slid out of me with a muted, wet, sucking sound. My cheeks flushed a little harder as I tried to move quickly; I expected him to grab me and force me again. I scuttled out from under him, pressing my thighs tightly together and grabbing a blanket, hugging it to me to cover my nakedness from his intense eyes. I looked back at him with a mixture of disgust, fear, and sadness, becoming afraid of what he would do next. The vampire's crimson eyes seemed to darken as he stared back at me, his pale, perfect face completely unamused as he sat back on his heels, making the bed creak in the process. His hands darted forward and he grabbed my wrists, pulling me roughly against him. I was left startled and not exactly sure what to do, as well as without cover because the blanket had slid off of me and collapsed to the floor. Altering his grip so he held both wrists in one hand, his other hand caressed my cheek with icy softness. He spoke softly, but there was no yield to his voice, "I know I cannot force you to submit... But I will leave you with no other option." Kaleb let go of my cheek, reaching past me and grabbing the end of my pillow. With a yank, the soft case came free and he immediately tied the fabric tightly around my wrists. I struggled, pulling in his grip and protesting weakly, "Please...!! Don't...!! I'll be good...!" His movements became less intense as he finished, my wrists bound and hooked on my headboard. My arms stretched above my head just like they had the previous night, though the chains and splintery table was exchanged for a twin bed and pillow case. The vampire paused and looked at me, the somewhat gentle expression came over his face again. His eyes left mine before he leaned down over the edge of the bed, his hand searching for something. I cringed, turning my face toward a bunched-up corner of my comforter and trying to hide my expression. Why had I let this go so far...? Why had I given in so quickly...? Why did I feel like giving in so badly...? The bed shifted and I felt the air chill a bit; he must be leaning over me. A half second after I felt his hand brush between my thighs, my eyes popped open as I felt something cool and smooth slip inside me. Judging by the feel... It was 'U' shaped and fitted snuggly, both in and out of me. One end of the 'U' fitted snuggly around my clit, seeming to mold around it, while the other pressed along the frontal wall inside of my tunnel. I blinked in confusion, turning my gaze and lifting my head to look down between my legs. I saw just a bit of the object; it was a soft purple color and rather smooth. My heart rate began to pick up again and I started squirming with anxiety, making the bed creak beneath us. My eyes flitted up to his face, seeing Kaleb's calm expression. He sighed quietly, reaching down and brushing his cool fingertips across the apple of my cheek, pushing aside some stray hairs that had fallen over my eyes. "Calm down... I'm not hurting you." My heart beat so hard in my chest I thought it was going to explode. I couldn't let this happen again! I tugged harder at my tied wrists, hoping to loosen the knot in my pillow case and get free. "Do you keep fighting me because you think it's wrong to give in? Like you think you're 'too easy?'" His lips brushed my temple and his fingertips caressed over my skin, nails grazing ever so gently and raising goosebumps over my burning flesh. My cheeks redden and I nod, hoping perhaps I could try talking him out of it. "I own you... You were meant for this, meant to give in to me." Kaleb shifted a little, kissing along my pulse slowly and sweetly. A little anger flashed through me. "You sure as hell do not "own" me! I never said yes to you. I don't want this...!" His lips pressed to mine, silencing my words to a muffled whimper as my eyes closed in reaction. It was the strangest thing... Kisses seemed so simple when you thought of it, but his kisses were so... Complex. This one felt firm and commanding, like a father restoring order between his squabbling children. My thoughts turned to mush once more and I relaxed, my mind calming... For the moment, at least. I felt him shift a little and he reached for something with his left hand. There was a muted 'click' and gentle buzzing sensations rippled through me. My brain realized that the 'U' shaped thing was causing it. So that's what that thing was... A sex toy. A small part of me felt sheepish for not recognizing it sooner. My body started to relax from the pleasant vibrating, my cheeks flushing a little as I stilled underneath him. Kaleb's lips separated from mine and he pulled back, looking down at me. My eyes flickered open and my gaze settled on his face; I couldn't tell if he was angry or annoyed or upset... His expression was blank as he stared down at me, his left hand moving slowly into my line of sight. He held a small, black, round object and he toyed with it a little. With a small smirk, he angled the object so I could see the front of it; it was a remote. He circled his thumb over one of the two buttons, pressing it after a few moments. The buzzing became a little more intense and I sighed quietly, my hips squirming a bit. My cheeks felt like they were on fire and I closed my eyes. Not a second later, I felt his cool hand on my jaw, tilting my face up to his. His voice followed soon after, "Open your eyes and do not close them until I give you permission." Just like his expression, or lack of, his voice didn't betray what he was feeling. It made me a little nervous, honestly... Not knowing the mood of someone who could easily harm you if they wanted was a pretty persuasive method in getting the desired behavior. My eyes opened again and I looked back up into his, biting my lower lip to hold back a small moan as the toy vibrated over both my clit and the strangely sensitive spot inside me. The vampire's eyes were strangely beautiful... Like a sort of Wolfish beauty. His irises were deep, rich crimson. Clear and obviously intelligent. They drew you in but sent instinctual warning shivers down your spine. I did just that, shuddering a little. Goosebumps broke out over my skin; down my spine, around my ribs, over my shoulders. I thought I saw a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone so quick there was a good chance I'd just imagined it. Through the next several seconds, it became increasingly hard to keep my eyes open as the vibrations buzzed through me. My heart rate picked up, I began breathing a little harder. A soft moan escaped my lips and I started to close my eyes and tilt my face away from his. A sharp slap on the ass drew my attention real quick back to him. I groaned unintentionally, surprised that the sting quickly felt good. "Kaleb...!" My voice was small and I trembled a little, panting quietly as the toy pushed me perilously close to climax. I swear I saw something mischievous in his eyes a split second before the vibrations completely stopped. I was left with no stimulation of any kind and I was so close... Finally, what he said earlier made perfect sense. 'I know I cannot force you to submit... But I will leave you with no other option.' My eyes widened a little and I finally understood. He was going to torture me with pleasure. The vampire's eyes sparked again and he allowed a small amused smile. "You should never try playing poker. You will lose every time... Your eyes are so expressive, I can almost read you like a book." My cheeks flushed from the statement and I frowned. The tingling and needy feeling between my legs starting to fade. I don't care how long he was going to do this. There was a stubborn need I had to satisfy, I couldn't just lay down and take it... Could I? Even though that idea sounded oh, so incredibly tempting... I blinked and inwardly steeled myself; Kaleb's reaction was immediate. The vibration started up again and I gasped, shivering a little. I could feel moisture dribbling down my ass and getting into my bed sheets, my cheeks heating up. I started to close my eyes again and I felt another sharp sting, this time on the other side of my ass. The staring contest continued as I started getting closer to climax again, my knees turning to jelly and my breath quickening. I thought perhaps this time I would catch a break and come quickly before he stopped the buzzing, but just as I teetered on the edge, the vibrations cut off again. I groaned in frustration; how long was he going to keep going?? He leaned down and murmured in my ear. "As long as it takes... I have all day and all night. We can keep going until then, Maria. It's your choice." I bit my lower lip, panting lightly and squirming, trying to rub my thighs together, trying to grind, anything. I was so close... Kaleb gripped my knees and held them apart just enough so that I couldn't squirm. I was starting to get desperate. I felt tears well up as I looked at him pleadingly, my whole body tensed and restless. He'd only denied me climax twice in a row and I was a mess. He sighed and kept his grip on me, looking me in the eye and keeping that same expressionless face. "You don't have to torture yourself like this. You know what you need and your body is screaming for it." He leaned close to my ear, the ends of his long hair tickling my cheek. "Just give in, pet..." I looked back at him, almost trying to tell him just exactly why I couldn't simply 'give in' with my eyes. A few seconds passed and his shoulders seemed to sag a little. Kaleb set the remote down on the bed and he cupped my cheek, the more compassionate look coming back to his face. "Maria... What is it that you want to hold on to so badly? I need to know." That stubborn streak came back and I briefly thought about completely shutting down and not answering... I quickly realized, however, just how foolish that would be. I took a shaky breath, the aching between my legs starting to fade again. "Because you never asked me what I wanted. You just assumed... You just... Took." My cheeks flushed again and I looked over at the inside of my arm, not wanting to look at him. Kaleb's fingertips pressed against my jaw and he turned my face back to his. His face was still and expressionless, but looking at his eyes told a different story. There was a lot going on in his mind. An awkward silence hung in the air for a while before I spoke again, not sure what his reaction would be. "I don't... Well... I didn't want this, Kaleb. I can't just 'give in' because you took something valuable from me and you didn't seem to care how that would affect me... Today you came into my damn dorm room and just... Came on to me again... Without asking what I wanted..." Kaleb continued staring down at me, going inhumanly still again. Several seconds passed, the only sound of my heart beating hard and my soft breathing breaking the silence. His intent stare was pretty unnerving and I couldn't help but feel like I was wrong in what I said. I was about to look away and start tugging at my tied wrists again when he caressed my cheek, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. He spoke quietly. "Oh Maria... Why can't you understand that your body is mine?" My cheeks reddened, my heart beating harder from indignation. He continued, his voice gradually getting harder. It was clear that I had angered him, "You gave it to me when you decided to explore that factory and came into my domain. You gave it to me when you screamed my name and came all over my cock. You know as well as I do that you want this." His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing; it was more if a dominant gesture. He leaned down, murmuring in my ear, "You are mine. The sooner you realize that, the more your situation will improve." Not a moment later, I heard the remote click and the toy began vibrating full speed again. My cheeks redden more and I moan quietly, biting my lower lip and pulling at my wrists. Kaleb stared down at me, his crimson eyes glowing a little. By the time the cycle had repeated five times, I was so sensitive the vibrations almost hurt; I felt empty inside, like I needed him deep within me to soothe the aching need. There was a puddle forming under my ass from my juices as they dripped out of me. My ass was nearly bruised because I had tried to shut my eyes too many times... I couldn't take it anymore. Kaleb raised the hand with the remote as he shut the vibrations off. My eyes were a little watery as I looked up at him, shaking and nearly panting with need. He raised an eyebrow, looking down at me. I licked my lips, speaking quietly, "I can't... Take any more... Please..." A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he stared down at me, making me feel small and a little childish. "Tell me what you need, pet." The vampire leaned down, pressing kisses over my forehead and down my temple. My flesh was blazing to the touch and the coolness of his skin was a small comfort. My cheeks stayed heated as I slowly started to say the words that I'd shoved back for the last hour. "Please... I need you to..." I hesitated, wanting to fight it but wanting to give in more than anything. He looked down at me seriously. "If you don't ask, it won't happen and we will continue this cycle..." I squeezed my eyes shut tight and received a sharp slap on the ass. I gasped and quickly said the rest. "I need you to fuck me...! Please..." After a second, I tagged something on the end, hoping to maybe make him less annoyed, "... Sir." A small smile spread over his lips and the vibrations started up again. I started to panic, thinking he was going to keep teasing me. I started to protest, looking up at him pleadingly. He smiled down at me, one of his hands reaching down and out of my sight line. I felt his tip pressing to my entrance a second before he slid deep inside of me. I came hard, finally just getting enough stimulation as I felt myself stretching. "You may close your eyes." My eyes closed gratefully and my head tipped back, my spine arching and toes curling as the best orgasm I'd ever had washed over me. I faintly heard him groaning deep in his throat, "God, Maria... You're so... Tight..." My spine stayed arched, a long and shuddering moan pouring out of me. He gripped my hips, changing the angle before he began thrusting in and out of me; the combination of how much he filled me and the vibrations dragged the orgasm on for what felt like forever. My heart hammered in my chest, my nerves on fire and my skin scorching, a thin layer of sweat coating my flesh. It was almost too much; I writhed beneath him, my head straining back into the pillow as my eyes rolled up in my skull beneath my closed eyelids Kaleb kept moving slowly inside of me, rhythmically working his length deeper and stroking his tip over the vibrating end of the toy, resting against that explosive bundle of nerves inside me. My body was going limp as I started to come down from the climax; there wasn't any fight left in me. I couldn't form thoughts anymore. Slowly opening my streaming eyes, I realized he had been watching my expression as he kept moving within me. He smiled, some of his long hair falling in his eyes as he reached down, pulling the toy out of me and setting it down somewhere outside my field of vision. I gasped, still feeling the echoes of the vibration in my nerves. His hand was there next, his fingertip rubbing around the sensitive little bud but not actually touching it. I was glad... If he tried rubbing on my clit, I may have screamed. Smiling, Kaleb looked down at me and kissed my forehead tenderly, planting little, soothing kisses over my temple and just beneath my ear as his hips continued the steady pace. His breath puffed against my skin like light kisses as he murmured, "I'm not sure you should scream, pet. Other girls down the hall will hear you. Do you want them to know how good I'm making you feel?" My cheeks reddened more and my lips parted as if to retort. I hadn't thought about that... I couldn't let them hear; if the girls heard me they would label me as a slut. As he spoke again, I heard the grin in his voice. "But maybe you should let them know... Let them know you are mine. Let them know how good it is when you give in to me." He kept talking, murmuring dirty things like that in my ear. I didn't think it was possible, but I got turned on again from his words. My body reacted to his deep voice and his touch and I moaned quietly, my cheeks blazing red. He nibbled on my earlobe, flicking the tip of his tongue over my skin before continuing. He told me how good I felt and how proud he was of me that I gave in 'like a good pet.' His hands gripped my hips, pulling them back into his thrusts as he began to get rougher. He made me come again, the pillow case stretching and the stitching creaking a bit in protest as I tugged on my wrists, my spine arching and curving my body into his, my knees spreading, my hips twitching against his. I moaned his name, panting and writhing a little beneath him as he continued, his thrusts continuing to pick up speed. Kaleb moved one hand to the back of my thigh on my right leg, just below my knee, and pushed my leg up toward my chest. I couldn't fight him if I'd wanted; my limbs felt like they wouldn't obey me anymore as I completely gave in. He thrust quickly, his head rubbing harder and faster on that sweet spot, hitting it harder and more thoroughly in the position. Mewling noises poured from my mouth as I panted and trembled under him, hoping to God the girls next door didn't hear me. I opened my eyes a little, breathing hard and looking up into his eyes, almost begging him to stop as I felt another orgasm building up. Looking down at me, a little sweat beaded on his temples; he panted quietly and claimed my lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. His cock twitched inside me and I moaned against him, shaking a bit and tugging at my tied wrists. His hands held my leg firmly in place as he thrust quickly, a few more times, before burying his length inside me and erupting. I shook, climaxing again from the sensation of my trembling inner walls expanding, trying to keep in his seed. He kept kissing me as he emptied out, nibbling my lip occasionally and using gentle but firm kisses. His cool hands left my leg and hip, letting my lower body relax. They slid up my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as the lovingly caressed my hot, sweat-slicked skin. He panted quietly, kissing my neck beneath my ear and purring against my hairline, "You've pleased me today, pet." I closed my eyes, turning my head a little and pressing my cheek to his forehead; I didn't think I could talk anymore. I was starting to feel sore already... Raw and a bit overused. He smiled, kissing my temple as he reached up with one arm. I felt him tugging at the fabric as the pillow case loosened from my wrists, losing all its tension as he untied it. I didn't move my tired limbs after they had been freed. I just... Laid there, nestled in the rumpled comforter and pillows as he lay on top of me, still inside of me. I stayed limp, completely exhausted and with an empty mind after getting thoroughly fucked. Kaleb stroked my cheek, supporting some of his weight on his elbows as he kept me nestled beneath him. There was silence for a bit, before he kissed the dark hickey in the crook of my neck and smiled, speaking quietly. "You're going home with me tonight, pet." c o n s e n s u a l       The old white Mazda sputtered and stalled. "Shit!" The black maned driver said as she coasted to the shoulder of the road. Once stopped, she tried the ignition again. The starter whined, but nothing fired. "Shit, shit, shit!" She said again, beating on the steering wheel with each word to emphasize her aggravation. Her green eyes tried to well up. "Fuck you, I ain't cryin'," She thought to herself instead, "Not tonight I ain't." Tonight was Lucky's 21st birthday. It was a sort of inside joke. Everyone called her Lucky, because she wasn't.  And tonight was no exception. She'd begun the evening out with her girlfriends for a good time, she'd been away from home for months and wanted to cut loose a little before meeting up with her boyfriend for a little private celebration later tonight. But her girlfriends insisted they visit a hot new bar, none of them had tried out yet, and there he was, locked up with some red headed tart she'd never seen before. Without a word she had turned and walked out of the bar, gotten into her car and taken off, leaving everyone standing asking what was going on. A few miles down the road he'd tried to call, she took one look at her cell phone, reading his name in the little blue screen and staring at it for a second before tossing the phone out the window, gearing down and flooring the old Mazda for all she was worth. That was an hour and about 40 miles ago. Now she was stuck on the side of a dark two-lane road she barely knew, with no phone and a dead car. Her headlights shone on a homemade plywood sign that read "Bryce's Bike Shop" with a phone number, and an arrow pointing left and saying "About half a mile, that way!" According to the sign, the shop was open late, but it didn't say how late or if "late" included Saturday's. "Might as well give it a shot there Lucky, what else have you got to do tonight?" She thought as she exited the car. She crossed the road she absently mindedly hit the remote fob on her keys to lock her car. As she did, the locks went down, and the windows and sunroof opened. "Fuck it, let'em steal it," She said as she began walking. As she walked, she noticed the breeze picking up. It was blowing hard enough that she had to take several steps backward to keep enough fire in her lighter to raise a cherry on her cigarette. As she took a long drag she felt a drop of water, cold and hard strike her cheek. "Go ahead and rain on me to God damnit," She whispered. Almost as in response to her dare she looked up into a sheet of pouring rain coming down the road toward her. "Beautiful, just fuckin' beautiful." Lucky thought about quickening her pace, but the rain was coming from the direction she was headed, so what was the point. She could see the lights of the bike shop about 200 yards out, and one of the bay doors on the windward side of the rain was open. "Finally, a good sign," She thought and did decide to step a little faster as the cold rain began to pelt her slim frame and soak her white silk shirt. By the time she reached the bay door she was soaked and shivering. Her green eyes shone like emeralds through her thick limp bangs, and her shirt and jeans clung to her body. She knew her small erect nipples would be highly visible poking through the thin white shirt, she also knew the lightweight mesh bra she was wearing would do little to subdue that, but she didn't give a damn. She walked in through the open bay door and looked around. There appeared to just be one guy, a kid by the look of him, standing over by a tub of some kind, he hadn't been facing the bay as she walked up, and didn't seem to know she was there. She tried to announce herself. "Hey," she said but from this distance he couldn't hear her over the pounding of the rain on the shop's tin roof so she stepped closer finally yelling again once she was within a little less than five feet of the guy. "Can you help me?" She said louder than before, making him jump and drop whatever it was he was working with in the tub with a splash. He turned around, white faced and Lucky could see his pulse throbbing in his neck. "Jeesh, you scared the shit outta me!" he said. Lucky looked him over, she was right, a kid, 18. But he was cute, and built.  "I'm sorry, my car broke down I'm just looking for some help." "I'm the only one here right now," the boy said, "Billy, Bryce, this is his shop, he lets me stay late on weekends and work on my bike. I'm trying to get it running in time for.." and he trailed off as he realized she was watching him with a stern angry look on her face. "Okay, junior, If we're going to have a conversation, I really need you to look me in the face, not the chest, think you can do that for me sweetie?" She said sounding much more angry than she was. The fact was she was just as intently wondering if there was a piece of garden hose stuck down his blue canvas shop pants, but she was better at concealing it. "O, um, ok," he said finally, looking her in the eye. "Look, I'm sorry, its just that, your wet, I mean your all soaked and well..." "Yeah, whatever, lets pretend you've seen a set before and we'll get through this." From the way his face flushed, Lucky instantly realized that he hadn't actually seen a set before, not in person at least. And she actually felt sorry for having called him out at all. "Look, do you have some towels? Maybe a shop shirt I can borrow? It's kinda cold in here ya know," The kid stammered and stumbled for a second then he came up with the best solution he could think of and went to a box of shop towels and pulled two handfuls of the absorbent blue paper towels and handed them to her. "Bathroom's over there," he said pointing to a single door in the back of the shop. "I think there's a uniform shirt hanging up front, I'll go see. Lucky took the towels with a smile, 'Thanks sweetie, just knock if you find one," she said and headed for the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom she stripped and began to dry herself as best she could with the towels, she couldn't say why, but her mood began to improve. She was buck naked and grinning to herself in the dingy mirror when the knock came at the door. Lucky couldn't say what made her do it, but she decided to give the kid a thrill and she threw the door open just as he was about to knock again. The kid just stood there, looking like a doe in the headlights as she looked and said "Oh great you found one!" Lucky grabbed the shirt from the kid's stunned hands and kissed him lightly on the cheek before pulling the shirt to her chest and closing the door again. She shirt smelled lightly of motor oil and gasoline, but it was clean and dry, and about three sizes too damned big. "What the hell," Lucky thought to herself as she pulled the shirt on and buttoned it down. It came more than half way down her thighs. "This thing is huge!" She thought as she looked at the name sewn on the left side "Tiny," it read. "Oh, that's fits now doesn't it," Lucky thought only briefly realizing it equaled the irony of her own name. "We don't have a dryer, but there's a shop heater I can turn on and you can dry your clothes out," the kid said through the door. "Good," Lucky thought, "he's still breathing. I just don't think I could live with myself if the poor kid vapor locked or something." "Thanks, Hon," She said back through the door as she drug her fingers through her wet, matted hair. The mention of a heater made Lucky look twice at her underwear. She didn't want to put them back on. They were cold and wet. But she was a little afraid of catching the kid in the shop sticking them in his pocket, or, God forbid, sniffing them or something if she laid them out to dry. Finally she just wrung them out good and shoved them in her small purse before stepping out. "Well, is it me?" She said as she modeled the shirt for her young champion. The kid looked her up and down, grinning he said, "You look a damned sight better in it than Tiny ever did. I got the heater going, it's over there," he said pointing, "Don't put your stuff too close or it will catch fire." The kid had moved two unencumbered bike frames in front of the forced air kerosene heater to serve as makeshift drying racks for her. Lucky couldn't help but be a little touched by his efforts, which also meant she couldn't help but feel a little bad for how she'd treated him earlier. "Do you have a phone?" Lucky asked remembering the number on the sign. "Nope. The number on the sign is Bryce's cell." "Shit," Lucky said as she walked over to see what the kid was working on. The bike was a long way from complete, but she could see it had very nice lines, or would have, once it was done. "This your bike?" She asked. "Yeah, well I bought all the pieces, hopefully it'll be a bike soon, right now its just an aggravating damned puzzle." "It should look good when you're done, judging by what I see so far." "Thanks." Lucky caught herself looking back at what she thought had to be a piece of hose down the front of the kids pants. "Can that be real?" She thought to herself then something about the way the kid moved or looked from this angle sparked a memory. "I know you don't I?" She asked finally. "Maybe, I don't know," The kid said, obviously still nervous or confused between the tongue lashing he'd taken when she arrived and the peep show she'd given him. "I'm Ronnie, Ronnie Miller. You're Lucky aren't you?" "Yeah, that's me, belle of the ball, grand marshall of the parade and homecoming queen all wrapped into one golden haired beauty. How'd you know?" "I remember you, from my Freshman year." Lucky looked at him again, he had the slightest bit of razor stubble on his cheeks and chin, deep set blue eyes and a Roman nose that had been broken at least once. he also had a set of guns that Lucky decided she'd love to feel wrapped around her, but she couldn't draw anything more than a feeling that she'd seen him before from her memory. Finally she said, "I'm sorry, its not coming too me." "No reason it should, It's not like we ever hung out, or even spoke, I was about six inches shorter and maybe 80 pounds heavier then. I just remember seeing you around school. You're kinda hard to forget." Lucky suddenly felt a little uncomfortable as she thought back on those days. "I wasn't... I wasn't mean to you or anything was I?" She asked suddenly apprehensive about the idea of him taking some kind of revenge on her for something she didn't remember doing. the thought scared her, but made her quiver just a little bit too. "Christ, what does that say about me?" She wondered. "No, I doubt you took enough notice of me to even do that. The only time I ever drew any attention to myself was one day when you dropped your notebook in the parking lot and some homework pages started blowing across the pavement. I managed to catch a couple of them and hand them to you." Lucky suddenly did remember that day, just another of so many wonderful days, the papers had been the first draft of her term paper, and she had been so intent on trying to catch the rest before they wound up in the highway that she'd barely noticed the chubby kid who handed her a crumpled handful of pages as she went by. "I do remember that, I guess I didn't seem very appreciative. Did I even say thank you?" "I don't think so." "Well, now that you've come to my rescue twice, I guess its about time I did so, properly," Lucky said and stepped closer to the kid, kissing him softly on the cheek. The kid instantly went flush again. Taking his face in her hands, Lucky felt the warmth of his skin. "Thank you, Ronnie," She whispered staring deep into him with her dark green eyes before kissing him again gently on the lips. Lucky didn't mean to, but she found her tongue probing his lips, looking for a way in as she kissed him. When Ronnie didn't respond Lucky pulled back, suddenly ashamed and turning red herself. "I'm, I'm sorry. Do you have a girlfriend, or something?" Ronnie stood quietly for a moment, the veins in his scarlet neck pulsing quickly. "No, no its nothing like that. It's just..." "I'm not your type?" Ronnie quickly shook his head "That's not it at all! It's just all kinda surreal. Like I stepped into an alternate dimension or something." "I don't know," he said reaching up and running his fingers through his short chestnut hair and massaging his scalp briefly, "Did I hit my head or something? Have I been knocked out by fumes? This can't be real?" Lucky looked at him, a little concerned until she started to realize where he may be going. "What do you mean, Hon?" She asked. "It's just, you know, not believable. A guy's all alone in the shop on a stormy night, when outta nowhere walks the most beautiful girl he's ever met. The woman he had his first huge crush on, and suddenly she's kissing him? "If somebody wrote that shit, no one would read it," He said. Lucky had stopped listening at "first huge crush" that was when her heart melted. She also realized that wasn't all that was heating up as she had a mental flash of Ronnie lying in bed stroking that huge cock of his and thinking about her. Suddenly she was wet enough to douse a campfire, But she managed to grin and wink at him. "Maybe you just have really good karma," she said as she reached out to hug him. This time he hugged her back and bent to softly kiss her neck. Lucky let out a satisfied purr as she drug her nails down his back and felt his cock stiffen against her hip. Ronnie began to gently kiss and nibble at her earlobe and Lucky squeezed his tight ass in both hands and pulled him tighter against her. She was right, his arms felt great wrapped around her. Ronnie came up for air and Lucky ran one hand through his hair, holding his head up as she looked onto his eyes and gave him a little open mouthed smile. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist before giving him a slow, deep kiss. This time she not only found an opening, Ronnie responded in kind as he slid his hands under her ass, squeezing her bare cheeks. Lucky squeezed him tighter between her legs.  Finally breaking the kiss, Lucky slowly lowered herself down his body, her legs wrapped around his as she slid down. grinding her pussy against his crotch slowly before setting her feet on the floor. Lucky opened his shirt a little and began to place small soft kisses over his chest as she reached down and began to firmly caress his cock through his pants. It was definitely real. Ronnie let out a soft moan as his hips involuntarily pressed against her touch. Lucky unzipped his pants and reached in, struggling to finally free the big cock in her hand she squeezed and stroked it a few times before finally looking down at it. "Happy birthday to me!" she thought to herself as she marveled at the present she had unwrapped. It was huge, at least the biggest she had ever seen. It was at least eight inches in length, and thick enough to stop her fingers from touching when she wrapped her hand around it. "Oh God," She whispered. Looking up into his eyes, licking a little bit of drool from her lips as she did and said "Pudgy little Ronnie certainly grew up into a big, big man didn't he?" as she gave him a tight squeeze that made him moan and shudder. "Just relax Hon," She said as she pulled his head down for another kiss before going to her knees and smiling up at him. She looked his huge cock over as she stroked it with a slow firm hand, wondering if it would really fit in her mouth. "God," Ronnie moaned as she began to lick up and down both sides of his shaft. Once its whole length was glistening with her spit and slick in her hand she stopped to stroke and admire it again, squeezing out a huge drop of precum Lucky quickly closed her lips over the head of his cock and licked at the droplet, sucking the head wanting more, gently nibbling at the head as she did. "Be easy with me baby, I don't think I can take it all in," She said before she began to slowly slide his cock in her mouth, stroking from the base to her lips as she worked further down the shaft. Ronnie cried out her name and Lucky wondered if he'd ever done that as he stroked himself before bed. The idea sent her free hand instantly to her dripping wet slit and she began to rub furiously as she tried to suck him deeper. After several strokes, Lucky found she was able to get more than she'd imagined into her mouth, she stroked the rest firmly with her hand. "God, Lucky, I'm going to cum." Ronnie cried and She backed slowly off of him, still stroking both his cock and her own clitt she smiled up at him and said, "That's exactly what you're supposed to do baby," and winked. "You tell me, do you want to do it in my mouth, or on my face?" She licked his head quickly again. When she did, the dam burst and Ronnie almost screamed as a huge shot of hot, surprisingly sweet cum shot against the back of Lucky's throat.  She reflexively closed her mouth and swallowed as a second shot hit her closed lips. Lucky pressed the head of his cock against her face, smearing his juice on her lips and chin before taking him back in her mouth and sucking a third and fourth shot from him. Her mouth was so full of cock that the juice ran out either side of her mouth as she sucked him deeper.  Backing off of him she smiled up at him as she licked a dripping string of cum from the end of his cock and began to rub her face against his cock, licking him clean as she did so. Pulling herself up by his waistband Lucky pulled his face down to hers and began to softly kiss along his jaw and chin before pressing her lips to his and kissing him wildly, smearing cum between them. Climbing him again, this time resting her wet slit on top of his hard shaft she said "When given an option, choosing both is never a bad idea," as she wiped cum from his face with her finger and sucked it clean. Ronnie just stared, holding her close and tight, looking into her eyes, at her face and chest. Lucky slowly reached down and began undoing the buttons on her shirt, pulling it open. "How about a better look, Hon. You can even have a taste if you like," She said as she lifted herself a little farther up his frame and pulled his head down to her chest. Ronnie gently took her small erect nipple in his mouth, running his tongue over it, around it before sucking it softly. Lucky moaned as she ran her fingers through her hair. "That's it baby, God I love that. You can do it a little harder if you want." Ronnie complied, gently biting her nipple until she let out a soft cry.  "Oh yeah baby. If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum on you," she said as she squeezed him tighter between her legs and ground herself against his hard belly. Ronnie's hand moved slowly in from her ass, his finger slowly stroking her wet slit as he continued to suck her nipple. Lucky cried out and began grinding harder against him as she gripped his head in her hands. Ronnie slowly pushed his finger inside her and marveled at the way her pussy lips clamped around it, sucking it deeper as her body began to quiver, her breath coming in short gasps. "Use two," she whispered softly into the top of he head as she arched her back. Ronnie gently slid another finger into her juicy hole and began to slowly press them deeper. "God!" Lucky screamed as both fingers slid into her past the knuckle, gently stretching her lips and she began to buck against him. As his fingers bottomed out inside her, Lucky's body seized in a wave of orgasm that left her unable to breathe. Her juices slowly pulsed over and around his hand dripping down onto his cock and then to the floor where they puddled to reflect the fluorescent lights on the ceiling.   "Fuck me!" Lucky said as part exclamation for what she had just felt and part demand. Lucky let herself slide down his body again, her wet slit sliding down the length of his cock she drenched it wondering when she might reach the tip with her clit. When she finally did, she nearly came again as the shock it sent through her. She tried to stand, found herself rubber-legged and held tight to him for support. "Are you going to take me on this dirty shop floor, or is there somewhere else you'd like to go?" She asked. Ronnie looked at her again, still unable to believe this was really happening to him. "There's a sofa in the back," He said as she began to slowly stroke his cock again. "Lead the way", she said taking him by the hand and he did. He led her to the sofa and watched as she let the shop shirt she was wearing drop to the floor, marveling at her tight, little body.  He reached down to undo his pants and she stopped him. "Oh no, you've got to let me finish unwrapping my present," She said with a wink as she worked down the buttons on his shirt, to his pants working them and his briefs down over his muscular ass and legs. Then she sat him on the sofa, unlacing his boots, removing them then his socks. Kneeling between his legs she began to kiss and lick up the insides of his thighs, making him moan and squirm. She quickly straddled his legs, his cock sticking up between them. She stroked it gently and asked "How do you want me?" "Yes," was all Ronnie could say. Lucky smiled. "I want to see your face the first time you feel my pussy stretched over that big bastard," she said raising herself up and slowly stroking her drenched pussy with the head of his cock. "If you can help it, please try to let me up before you cum," She said. Ronnie nodded as he stroked her sides and legs. She began to rub the head of his cock against her clitt, moaning as she did. Ronnie let out a gasp. "You like the way that feels?" She asked with a smile, knowing that she wouldn't be able to take it for long herself. "Yes!" Ronnie said as he squeezed her ass in his hands. Luck raised her body slightly, almost unnoticeably and said 'Then you're going to love this!" As she pulled herself down onto his cock. They both moaned and screamed, eyes locked on one another, each pulling the other closer, deeper, as Lucky slid down his cock. Almost as soon as Lucky felt her pubic hair touch his, she began to shudder and buck. "God damn! She groaned as she clawed at his neck and shoulders. Ronnie gripped her ass, trying to pull himself deeper into her still, then struggling to hold her down on him as she began to buck. Lucky felt him slide deeper than she'd ever imagined. She felt her pussy lips and walls straining to contain the throbbing cock that had been forced into her and before she could even begin to try to ride it she felt the wave of orgasm hit her full force.  "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! She kept crying as she drew blood from his shoulders. Ronnie felt her warm cum squirting out over his balls and he stopped trying to hold her down. She reflexively tried to raise up off of his cock but before she reached the end he quickly pulled her down again, generating another batch of screams and scratches. Ronnie never imagined the pressure enveloping his cock, the suction created as she tried to pull up and off of him or even the true feeling of having a woman, this woman, in his arms. He was in a kind of sensory overload. Everything was heightened, every sensation from the pitch of her moans and screams to the feeling of her nails biting deep into his flesh to the scent of her cum and their mixed sweat was exhilarating. Lucky began to cum again within seconds of their finding a working rhythm. Ronnie hoped he could hold out long enough to watch her finish one more time. Lucky was out of words as she began to rind his cock in rhythm, only able to gasp air as she went up and cry out as she slid down. Hey eyes locked on his, she watched his face, knowing he would cum soon. Lucky knew she should pull up, finish him by hand. And part of her really wanted to watch his cum fly up between them like a geyser, to smear it over her chest and belly, or smear it on him and lick it off, but she also knew she couldn't, she had to have him right where he was. As Ronnie's mouth opened in an almost soundless moan she grabbed a handful of his hair and sat all the way down on him, grinding against him. "Come with me Baby," she said as she began to groan against the advance of another orgasm, "Pump me full!" And he did. Lucky felt his hot cum spread inside her, hitting the walls of her pussy with enough force to make her reflexively tighten squeezing more cum from his shaft. Unable to speak or even think she buried her tongue in his mouth, both of them moaning against the other's lips as they came in unison for what seemed like minutes. Finally Lucky collapsed against his chest as they both tried to catch their breath. For several minutes she felt him still throbbing inside her as he slowly went soft and she listened to his heart race in his chest. 'So, was it what you'd hoped it would be?" She asked with a grin as she traced around his nipple with her finger. "God, I still can't believe this," he said. She raised up to look him in the eye. "I've got to know, did I live up to the expectations of your crush?" He gently brushed hair out of her face and kissed her softly before saying "And then some." She snuggled in close to him again and let out a satisfying sigh. "Good, now I hope you'll let that be a lesson to you." "What?" he asked a little confused. "That if you're a good boy, polite and helpful, and say your prayers each night, eventually you will get Lucky," She said with an impish grin. "And you're such a good boy, I think you're going to be getting Lucky a lot from here on out." c o n s e n s u al       Hi I'm Amara. I'm 5'5, nice figure, and tan skin I live alone in the city of Seattle. I was awoken by the sound of a intruder, I jumped up and grabbed the baseball bat I keep next to my bed. I slowly left my room to investigate, as I walked past the kitchen I felt someone grab me, I tried to scream and hit them with the bat but it was useless, he was much stronger than me. He took the bat and throw it on the carpet he then place something cold and metal like on my neck, it was a knife, he whispered " don't move, don't scream or I'll cut ". I nodded he let go of me and turned me around, he was wearing a black ski mask, he looked me up and down and nodded softly. He pulled me into the kitchen and forced me face down on the counter, he pulled my sweat pants down exposing my white lace underwear, he felt my ass for a minute and I was frozen with fear. He pulled them down roughly I shuddered, he lent over me undoing his pants and whispered " have you ever been fucked before " " No " I said, scared. "What about the ass?" " No " again I said turning my head to meet his eyes, he smirked devilishly "don't worry I'll be gentle " he chuckled as he held my hands behind my back. I felt his tounge flick over my clit that sent my juices flowing, he stood back up and lined himself up with my virgin pussy, it was so wrong but I wanted his cock so badly. He gently pushed trough my hymen, it hurt a little but not much, he slowly increased pressure and speed making me beg for his cock. He began fucking me hard, with every thrust I slammed back into the counter making my ass and tits juggle, he let go of my hands and grabbed hold of my tits. He hastily pulled out and flipped me over so I was facing him, he instantly plunged into me harder so I bounced in his cock, I held his shoulders pulling him closer, he tore my night shirt and threw my bra to the floor, he sucked on my tit as he played with the other. I climaxed feeling him suck my nipples, he kept fucking making me climax 3 more times till he came inside of me. I collapsed on his chest. " ohh it's not over baby girl " he whispered. I looked up confused when he suddenly picked me up his dick still in me and placed me on the floor, he pulled out and put me on my knees ass in the air, " wait " he stopped. I sat up and turned to him. I reached for his mask he didn't stop me, I pulled it off he was a gorgeous man, he smiled at me and pushed me back down to my knees, he mounted me but before he fucked me he took something out of his pocket. I heard him take to cap off he rubbed a cool gel between my ass cheeks and on my asshole then he slowly ran his cock between my ass cheeks before he roughly rammed it into me making me moan loudly, as he fucked my ass my shoulders fell to the floor allowing more of him inside me. I orgasmed my body went limp, he kept fucking till his cock twitched he pulled out, flipped me over and shoved his cock in my mouth making me suck till he came down my throat, he picked me up kissed me and said he'd be back, I smiled, he placed me on my bed and left. The next day I woke up my pussy and ass sore but I felt myself be empty without his huge cock inside me. I started waiting for him to return, he did with an even better fuck. s u p e r n a t u r a l       October 31st. Worst day of the year. Regular girls dressed up like hookers, and hookers dressed up like regular girls.   Walking down the streets of what had come to be known as Saint Drago's Corner; I kept my eyes and ears open as I looked for potential clients, and listened for sirens. Even if the police weren't coming for me, it was never a good thing to be out and about when the po-po came a calling.   While I stepped across the body of a passed out college kid, a car pulled up beside me. Looking into the driver's seat I could see that the man driving was in his mid to late twenties, and pulling in some serious coin. He was driving an $80,000 car and wearing Valentino cologne.   "Hey honey." I leaned into the car so he could get a better look at me. With my ass on display to anyone who walked by, I hoped he would pick me up. The air was starting to cool off as a cold breeze set in.   "How much?" he asked as he glanced around my shoulder at my derriere.   "How much you willing to spend?"   "Five hundred."   In my head I screamed sold, but aloud I whispered, "done." Hopping into the passenger seat, I waited for him to feel up my leg or make some crude comment about my boobs in that dress. But he did neither. Instead, he drove me back to the hotel he had chosen for the night. Apparently the girl he usually used was out of town on business, so I would have to do.   As we walked into the hotel lobby, he grabbed my hand. His grip was firm as he kept his eyes straight ahead, and led me over to the elevators. Riding with him to the third floor, I noticed that he didn't give me one look over. Ouch!   So once we got to his room, I was ready to get straight down to business. However, he wasn't.   "Please sit," he said.   Listening to him, I took a seat on the bed.   Clearing his throat, he turned his back to me. "I don't know your name, and don't care to. But I'll let you know mine. I am Lord Byron, ruler of a legion of demons known as incubi. I need someone to mate tonight, and I have chosen you."   Stunned, I felt like running, but as he turned around and looked at me, I knew I couldn't.   "You will not speak of this night to anyone, do you understand?"   I nodded as he walked over to me and grabbed my neck. Throwing my head back, he bit down into my throat until I felt like I was going to pass out. The pain definitely hurt, but felt good at the same time.   "You like that, don't you?" he murmured as he breathed in the scent of the blood that was now flowing down the side of my neck. "I'm sure you'll like the rest of tonight as well."   Pushing me down into the bed, he flicked his wrist and my legs opened. Not by choice, but by way of some magic he seemed to possess. Smiling down at me, he slowly unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor.   Staring at his large, purple dong that was hanging out in front of me, I knew he wasn't lying when he said he was a demon. Blue veins encircled his cock as stood at full attention, and throbbed against his chest. Walking back towards me, climbed on top of me and grabbed the top of my dress. His hand ripped the delicate fabric apart and left me speechless.   My chest heaved as I looked up at him. I didn't know if I were more scared, or turned on by his forwardness. As I stared up into his dark eyes, his skin color suddenly changed to the same dark, purple hue of his cock. Yep, he definitely wasn't human.   Grabbing my wrists, he held me down on the bed as he slid his cock into me. "Remember, we have a deal," he whispered as he rammed me deep. Demon or not, he felt good.   Closing my eyes, I screamed out for more as he ripped my bra away from my chest with his teeth. The way he fucked me was raw, rough, and animalistic. He pumped himself into me so hard that I thought the bed was going to go flying through the wall.   "Oh, fuck!" I yelled as my pussy walls started to tighten. This crazy son of a bitch was going to make me cum.   "Oh yeah baby," he growled as he let go of my wrists, and grabbed me by the waist. "Cum for me."   As he lifted me up, I met every one of his thrusts head on. Bang! Bang! Unable to hold on any longer, I felt my soul break into a million shards of lust. Shaking violently underneath him, my eyes rolled back into my head as I screamed.   "Good girl," he murmured.   His voice seemed like it could've been a thousand miles away as I just laid there, barely able to think. Opening my eyes, I saw that he was still hovering over me, ramming my cunt into tomorrow with his unearthly dong that looked like a vibrator on steroids. As I struggled to regain my bearings, I found myself being flipped over.   "Yeah, ass up in the air. Just how I like it." Finding myself face down with my ass to the ceiling, I figured that he had used his special demon abilities to get me on all fours. Because he certainly hadn't touched me.   "Ouch!" I screamed as I felt his heavy palm smack down onto my booty.   "Such a tight little ass you have," he said. "Too bad I can't fuck it tonight."   That was a relief. I didn't know if I could take—"Oh!"   He was back inside of me. With his chest bent over my back, he was sinking his cock so deep into me that I could've sworn it was going to cause my stomach to hemorrhage.   Pounding away at me, he held my hips firmly in his oversized hands as his nuts slapped against my clit. And they were huge. Huge and full of cum. Screaming underneath him, I felt my legs starting to buckle as he demanded I cum for him a second time.   Trying to hold myself up, I felt a shiver run through every vein in my body as my mind went blank. Staring up at the ceiling, I felt like I was having one of those out of body experiences as a rush of wetness came flowing out of me and sprayed all over his dick. How the hell had I squirted?   "Mmmm," Lord Byron moaned as his beast of a cock hardened. Feeling it rub up and down inside of me, I didn't know if I could take anymore. Not that he probably cared.   Still holding my hips, he sat up inside of me and told me to push my ass back onto him. "Yeah baby, just like that," he said as I tried my best to please him. He was my customer after all, and he had given me two earth shattering orgasms despite his brash behavior.   As I pushed myself onto him, his cock started to throb more and more. "Don't stop," he breathed as I felt him explode inside of me. His burst of wet, sticky love overfilled my pussy and flowed out onto the comforter as he pulled out of me.   Turning around, I fell down onto the bed and watched him get dressed. After he had put his jeans back on, he reached into his pocket and threw me five, crisp one-hundred dollar bills. "Thanks for the trick. Here's your treat." c h e a t i n g ( i )     "Mia, lunch is ready!" I called up to the second floor. I laid the platter of sandwiches out on the kitchen counter along with a platter of chips and veggies with dip. Within seconds her and her four friends came running down the stairs.  "Manda, Manda, look what I made!" She said to me holding up a bracelet she made with her friends. "Awww sweetheart, It's beautiful!" I said taking a look at it closer, it was a mixture of beads and tiny sea shells. "It's for you!" She said pulling on my hand to put it on for me.  "Por moi?" I said surprised. "I'm flattered! Merci!" Her parents took her to a trip to France a month ago and she was obsessed with the language. I tried to insert little french words here and there that she understood. She wrapped her hands around me and pressed her face against my hip. I have the best baby sitter ever! She said to her friends as they all grabbed plates and made a mess of my perfect lunch spread. They couldn't care less, they were just hungry.  I couldn't believe it had been three years since I started babysitting her. She was just two when I started, the most adorable little girl. Her mom, Nina, was a super bitch who never had time for her but her dad, Mark, he was as sweet as sweet can be.  I didn't want to take the job, I didn't want to get any job. I was nineteen, just a college girl trying to get by with a balance of good grades and partying. My parents decided I was asking for money too much and decided I needed a job.    * * 2 0 1 5 * * "Amanda, our responsibility is your education. We give you an allowance and yet thats still not enough! If you want money to blow on partying, you're going to have to come up with it yourself!" "But mom!" "No Mandy, I mean it! You're such a spoilt brat and your father's to blame!" "Great here we go again, blame everything on the parent that actually loves me!"  "Oh grow up!" It was true, my daddy did spoil me. I was his only girl, I just had to bat my eyes and tell him I loved him and money would be in my hands seconds later but mom was putting her foot down and dad couldn't just give in anymore.  "Look, your dad's boss may have mentioned something about needing a sitter for their two year old." "Mom! So this is all a set up? You already have something lined up?" I was upset, "Dad's boss? Ain't he like seventy? He should not have two year olds!" "No, I'm not talking about Ralph, I'm talking about Ralph's partner Mark, he's like thirty or thirty-two or so. Anyway, he's a really nice guy and he sure as hell can use your help! Will you please meet with him?" "You realize babysitters work nights and weekend? Thats when the parties are happening!" I said bitterly. "Just meet with the guy would you?" "Fine!" I rolled my eyes before grabbing my backpack and keys off the kitchen counter and headed to school.  **Present** "Manda!" Mia called loudly, "Do we get to go swimming after lunch?" She asked.  "You know what, after lunch, you all get to finish that movie you started from last night and put your toys away then you get to go swimming!"  "Oh, alright!" Her little smile turned into a frown.  "Don't gimme that young lady!" I tickled her little tummy with my finger as she sat finishing up her potato chips.  I sat through the boring Disney movie til it was all over, "Alright girls, time to get you're suits on!" I said as I got them off the couch and up to the bedroom. Getting them in their bathing suits then getting myself in mine before we headed down to the pool.  The back yard was huge with an in-ground pool. It was almost butterfly shaped. The left wing was a large pool and the right wing, the top part was a jacuzzi and the bottom, a kiddie pool with some of the regular pool bleeding into the middle of that half.  I got in and sat in the kiddie pool with them for a bit then they got to splashing. I got out and relaxed in a lounger overseeing their shenanigans when Mark walked through the glass sliding doors that led to the pool deck. He slowly came fully into my line of sight. He was wearing swim trucks.  "Hey, how's it going with the girls?" He asked as he sat in the lounger next to me.  "They're just angels!" I smiled at him, "I thought you were at an all day conference?" "That's the good thing about having the wife work at the same company. I can leave when it gets boring and she can fill me in later!" He winked at me. He was still as charming as he was when i fist met him. When my dad told him that I was willing to meet him to discuss the job, he invited us to a pool party that weekend that he was having.    * * 2 0 1 5 * *   "So Mark is having a pool party this weekend, we're all invited. I know you never go to any of my work things but I figured this is a way for you to meet Mark and his wife and their little munchkin." My dad said at the dinner table. I sighed deeply, "Sure Dad."  That weekend I was trying to get out of going. My friends were all going to the movies and I didn't want to be at this boring old persons pool party but I certainly wasn't getting out of it and oh boy was I wrong when I thought it was going to be boring.  We got there just after 5pm. The music was blasting. I was expecting some old school party mix but the music was actually current, they were playing all the hottest hit.   There was more younger people there than older adults. There was some pretty hot guys in the pool tossing a ball around. I turned to my dad, "I didn't know your co-workers were all half your age." "Watch it young lady!" He warned.  My dad walked us over to the grill where Mark was flipping burgers and hotdogs, a drink in one hand. His wife stood next to him, she was hot! She had a perfect hour glass body, fulls breasts, small waist, wide hips. Her complexion was flawless, smooth, white skin. She was wearing a tiny two piece bikini, showing off her curves.  As Mark turned to face us, my eyes lit up. He was tall, about six feet, two inches. He had strong, broad shoulders, short brown hair that was combed back, deep brown eyes and washboard abs. He was slightly tanned. This was one of those couples you see in magazines. They perfectly complimented each other.  "Hey, Joe!" Mark greeted my dad.  "Hey Mark, Nina." He said giving Nina a nod, "This is my beautiful wife Tina and my lovely daughter, Amanda. My son couldn't make it." Mark complimented my mom then turned his attention to me. His wife whisked away my mom to go get drinks. "Joe! You didn't tell me how beautiful you're daughter is!" He said taking my hand and bringing his lips to the backside of my hand to kiss it, I blushed. He was really hot and he was complimenting me! We were off to a good start if you asked me. It was a hot that day. I was wearing blue jean shorts and a racer back tank top over my one piece bikini. My mom didn't want me showing off too much in front of dads co-workers. I was five foot, four inches, very slender, small B cup tits and an average sized ass that filled my jean shorts out nicely. "So, my dad tells me that you may have a job for me?" I said jumping directly.  "Now why on earth would he say something like that?!? He said with a confused look on his face. I was about to be mad if my dad played me just to get me to come to this party.  "Just kidding!" He said and laughed, "Mia is my two year old, she's in the living room with her grandmother. Want to meet her?"  "Sure!" I said.  Mark handed the tongs to my dad and said, "Joe, do you mind taking these off when they're done?" He said before walking off and having me follow him.  Mia was fast asleep on the couch when we walked in, her grandmother was reading a book. "Well shit! She's asleep! I really wanted you to meet her!" He said. "Look, your dad told me what's going on with you and how badly they want you to get a job and I badly need a sitter. We have someone who comes in and cleans, you don't have to cook, just strictly watch her. I really need some help, I'm desperate actually so I'm willing to give you twenty an hour.  "Twenty dollars an hour?!?!?" I was shocked, surprised, blown away but my reaction sparked confusion.  "Is that not enough? I'll give you twenty-two!" He said. "Yes! Yes, most definitely, I'll do it!" We didn't need to talk about anything more. The girl looked sweet, the money was going to be sweeter and if it got in the way of my life, I could just quit. I know, I was extremely spoiled. "Just don't tell my wife what I'm paying!" I smiled, "Your secret is safe with me!" "We should so celebrate!" He said as he walked over to the little bar area of the house.  "Mom, why don't you go hang with Nina for a little bit? I'll watch her." Mark said to Mia's grandma. "So, vodka? Whiskey? You look like a rum kind of girl?" He asked as he started fixing two drinks. "You realize I'm nineteen, right?" I said.  "And thats why this glass only has orange juice." He winked and chuckled before handing me a glass.  "Please have a seat." He said. We both sat on the sofa opposite the loveseat, where Mia was sleeping. "Here's to you saving my ass." He said raising his glass before taking a drink. That was the start of it all.   p r e s e n t   "I just want to say thank you for staying the night with the girls last night. I really appreciate it. It saved me from hearing Nina bitch about getting outta bed to tend to the girls." He turned to me and said.  "Don't mention it at all!" I replied.  "What am I going to do without you around here?" He looked at me with the most adorable pouty face.  I was graduating soon and was moving to New York. I honestly didn't think I was going to stick with this babysitting gig but the girl grew on me, the pay was good and I loved being around Mark. I had a bit of a crush on him. I spent most of the three years subtlety teasing him every time he was around and Mia had been occupied.  There was little glances, subtle innuendos, 'that's what she said' jokes and sometimes just showing off my body. I definitely caught him staring a few times but he was married, he knew his boundaries, it was all innocent flirting. His wife was never home, never had much to do with Mia and certainly not much to do with Mark. She said they spend all day at work together, they come home and have dinner together and there was no need to spend all weekend together too. She was usually out shopping, hanging out with her friends, going to the spa or anything it seemed like to be away from her family.  There was so many times Mark called me last minute because either Nina was supposed to be home with Mia and changed her plans or she was already out and Mark had to go in to work suddenly. It was hard being the owner of the company, thats what I gathered.  It started off as me babysitting for a few hours on Thursday nights, that was their date night. Then occasionally on Saturdays or Sunday evenings. Then Saturday mornings became a regular thing. I would occasionally stay the night when they had two day conference or weekend getaways. The job quickly grew on me. Mia quickly grew on me. "Are you all packed up for your trip?" I asked. Mark and Nina was going to a five day business conference in Philly. I was staying over with Mia Tuesday through Saturday, they return on Sunday. I was looking forward to it, five days alone in this big house, all these amenities.  "Yes, fully packed and ready. Five nights in a small hotel room with the lady, It could either be miserable or I could get lucky." He said.  "Haha! Weighing in the odds?" I said. "Unfortunately the odds are never in my favor, with my luck, it'll be more miserable than lucky." Mark laughed. "Aww you poor thing! I'm sorry! You do always have Pam and Pamela." I joked referring to his hands.  "Even they are tired of me!" He laughed clearly referring to how much he masturbates. I was surprised. Surely Mark and Nina had their problems and they saw each other all the time at work, Nina is a bitch and is always out elsewhere but I figured in their own fucked up way, they still loved each other and certainly still made love.  "Have you and Nina not be having sex?" We had grown comfortable around each other to where this type of conversation was completely ok with either of us. I witnessed many of their fights and many a times Mark vented to me after Nina stormed out about something he did to upset her. He laughed, "Mandy, I get some maybe twice a month, three times, if I'm really lucky!" "What a damn shame!" I said, "You're way too hot! Its a shame for a body like that to go to waste!" I smirked. It wouldn't be the first time I've commented on his body, I've actually not tried to hide my attraction to him one bit and at this point, he was all too familiar with these.  He laughed. "I'm just wasting away!" He said dramatically in response.  "Just hang in there! I'm sure it will get better!" I said, in no way shape or form willing to give actual marital advice. That Tuesday came by and it was just me and Mia. The time passed pretty quietly. Nothing crazy happened all that week, nothing out of the usual, just five year old stuff.   Friday rolled around and my boyfriend, Caleb was annoyingly trying to get me to come hang out with him and his friends. He knew I couldn't go anywhere and It wasn't until Sunday that Mark and Nina were going to be back.  But then I thought of a genius plan! It's Friday; they're not back til Sunday! I figured, I'd wait until I put Mia down for the night then have Caleb over. They would never know! I quickly got on the phone and relayed my master plan to my boyfriend. Mia and I went shopping later that day. She wanted some new princess pajamas. As we went through the isles of the department store, I discreetly grabbed a white lace babydoll in my size and put it in out cart. I wasn't able to try it on so I hoped to hell it would fit.  As 8pm rolled around, I got Mia ready for bed, read her favorite story and she was quickly asleep. I showered up and got chanced. I slipped on a pair of white lace thongs then the white babydoll.   It was a little tight but Caleb was going to love it! It hugged by body, every curve. It was see through, my hard nipples could definitely be seen and stopped just under my ass. If I bent over, he'd see my ass for sure. I made my way downstairs to the living room. Heading over to Mark's bar area, I poured myself a glass of whiskey and sat on the couch. It was nearing 9pm when my phone rang.  "Hey baby, are you on your way over?" I answered seeing it was Caleb.  "Actually babe, I think we're going to have to reschedule." "Umm, what?" I was instantly upset.  "I have this thing with the guys that I promised I'd do for like a week now and they're giving me a hard time." There was silence as I didn't want to say what I was truly thinking.  "...And I kind of don't want to do it in your bosses house while you baby sit, that's weird."  Trying to sound understanding I said, "I know, I'm sorry I suggested it but I hope you have fun with the guys!"  "You're not mad?" His hopeful voice asked.  "Nope not at all!"  "You're the best! I love you babe!" He said before hanging up.  I was furious! I quickly downed my drink and opted of another. I put on a playlist on my phone and connected it to the bluetooth speaker, setting my phone down at the bar. I sat on the couch and sipped the whiskey as I argued with Caleb in my head. Not before long my whiskey was gone and I needed another. I walked up to the bar again and fixed myself another drink.  As I walked around the counter on the side of the open living room, I reached for my phone. I had three messages from Mark and just as I started to read it, I heard what sounded like him clearing his throat followed by, "Is this how you dress to babysit my five year old?"  I was startled, My hands moved to clench my phone tightly to my chest. I refused to turn around afraid that it would only confirm that my he was standing behind me. My heart beats were quick, my mind racing. The message I started reading had said, "On my way home...airport...left con...." He must have been trying to tell me he was on his way and with the music playing, I didn't hear him pull in and enter in through the garage. I still hadn't turn around nor said a word. I heard him chuckle, my face beamed bright red. I slowly turned around to see him standing in the open living room, just a few feet away from me. He was smiling, his hands in the front pockets of his black slacks, his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie somewhat undone. My hands stayed at my chest as I knew he'd see my nipples if I moved them. "You weren't supposed to be home!" I finally said, breaking my silence as if that would justify my intentions. "Oh God! Is Nina home too?" I asked in fear.  He laughed, "Relax, it's just me. Nina and I got into a fight, the conference was boring so I left."  Did he just tell me to relax?!? Why was he so relaxed?  "Care to explain?" He said calmly with a grin. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" I started, "Caleb, really wanted to hang out so I figured since you and Nina wasn't going to be home, I could have him over, I'm so sorry!"  "You invited a guy over?"  "Yes, but he canceled, he's not coming!"  He chuckled, "It's a damn shame!"  I was a little weirded out by his nonchalant attitude while I stood in front of him in lingerie but it was somewhat calming. He walked right over to me and poured himself a glass of whiskey, "So he canceled?"  My panic had only just started to subside. My hands loosened its tight grip around my phone and now moved to fold in front of my chest after setting the phone back down, my body relaxed and I was leaning against the counter. "Yes..." "I take it my daughter is asleep?" He asked. "Yes..." I was just waiting for the next shoe to drop but he was as calm as a cucumber the entire time he spoke to me.  "Mandy, What's my one rule?" He asked.  "No boys..." I signed. "Mhmm!" He hummed, "And what did you do?" He asked. "Invited a boy over." I answered cautiously.  "You know why thats a rule?"  "No?" I answered. "Thats for your safety and the safety of my baby girl. You do whatever you do with him on your own time, I'm not paying you to have sex with some guy in my house when you should be watching my daughter. I don't want the task of explaining to your father why I let you have boys over if something were to happen to you."  "I'm really sorry, Mark! I promise you this has never happened before and it will never happen again!" I said as he sat on the bar stool next to where I stood. He was so calm and so relax, not to mention respectful as his gaze never left my eyes as he spoke to me. When I first met him, I just thought he was incredibly hot but after three years of working for him, I had a real attraction to him that I couldn't quite figure out. He was so loving and caring towards Mia and I loved seeing that side of him! He was very stern and commanding with his employees as I've overheard multiple work related phone conversations. He was caring, kind and considerate towards me.  "How are you so composed right now?" I asked.  He laughed, "Oh you have no idea how hard i'm trying to maintain that, you should go change."  That was all the fuel I needed. I smiled, "Are you sure?" "Am I sure of what?"  "Are you sure you want me to change?"  He was stunned that I had said that. He sipped on his whiskey trying to find the right response. I smiled as I moved closer to him. I bit my lower lip, there was an insatiable heat building up in my stomach. I was staring him directly in his eyes with a small smile on my face.   I stopped for a quick second to think about what I was doing, maybe it was the whiskey, maybe I was mad at Caleb or maybe it was the years of flirting and my attraction for Mark but in that instance, I wanted him. c h e a t i n g ( ii ) I moved closer to him, I now stood between his legs as he sat on the high stool. My hands moved to fiddle with the collar of his shirt. "Amanda, what are you doing?" He said firmly.  I smiled, "C'mon Mark, If it's anyone that deserves to be fucked in this house it's you!" I leaned into him, I felt his hard cock press against my stomach through the material of his pants. "I invited another man to be fucked in your house, I think I should be punished!"   I heard myself, in that instance, I shocked even myself, I didn't care that he was married or that I had a boyfriend, I just wanted him. I knew I shouldn't and I didn't know why but I wanted to be his little whore. I wanted to be his dirty little secret.  He looked at me with fiery eyes. His hands caressed my hips then slid around to squeeze and caress my ass. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" He said in a low tone, his lips inches away from my neck, I could feel his hot breath. He kissed my exposed neck softly and repeatedly. I let out a small moan as I felt his touch, as I felt his lips. My hand ran down to caress his hard cock through his pants. "Fuck, Amanda!" He whispered, his breathing heavy. "All you're fucking teasing over the years, the little outfits you wear around here, all your playful jokes, you knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you?" I giggled, "Maybe..." with the 'be' sound drawn out.  "Fuck!" He breathed heavily against my neck, I could tell he was still battling it in his head. "Are you sure you want to do this Amanda?" He asked and I nodded.  "Fuck!" He shouted loudly before he picked me up and brought me over to the couch before he threw me on the couch. He crawled up on me and started kissing me passionately.   He then moved to my neck, kissing me slowly but aggressively. He continued moving down as he cupped my right breast, he licked and bit my nipple through the material of the lingerie. He continued trailing kisses down my body til he got to my pussy.  He ran his hands under my babydoll and pulled my thong off. He sat up and pushed my legs apart, bent at the knees, feet dangling in the air. "Fuck! You're so wet!" He said just looking at my glistening wet pussy.   He dove in and took a long lick at my wet slit then quickly found my clit and started working my clit. He flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit slowly at first then built his speed to where he was going fast. My hips rolled in pleasure. My moans were loud and frequent, my hips involuntarily gyrating. He wrapped his hands around my hips and locked his fingers together almost stopping my movement of my hips as his mouth remained planted on my pussy, continuing to flick his tongue back and forth. I got up on my elbows as he did this, one hand reached down to grab his hair.  "You need to stop! I'm going to cum!" I moaned to him. "Mmm" his voice vibrated on my mound but he never stopped.  "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" I yelled as he continued, almost feeling as if he started going faster after I told him to stop.   My hand gripping his hair tightly as I felt my orgasm reached its peak. My hips bucked, I laid back onto the bed as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I tried catching my breath but he continued licking my sensitive clit causing me to shiver. He looked up at me and smiled before kissing my thighs then my stomach and back up to my lips. I could taste myself on his lips and smell the faint smell of my arousal. I started undoing his shirt. He slid off of me and pulling his shirt and tie off and then he undid his pants and took it off along with his underwear. "Why'd you do that?" I asked as he got back on me. "Why did I do what?" He asked.  "Make me cum!"  "Well thats kind of the point!" He chuckled.  "But... I haven't made you cum yet!" As we talked, I felt his cock against my clit, he was slowly grinding his hips causing the ridge of the head of his cock to slide over my sensitive clit causing my hips to buck but he stopped all movement after my last comment. "Wait!" He looked confused, "How many guys you've been with?" "One.." I answered shyly.  He smiled but didn't say anything further. I smiled, embarrassed, I guess he knew just how inexperienced I was just by saying that one stupid thing.  "What?" I asked but he simply smirked as he continued his movement on my clit. He then slid his hand down between us. He thrusted his hip slowly, slipping the head in, I felt him stretching me out.   He continued to push in me and the pleasure on my face quickly became discomfort as he slid in me to the hilt. He held his position so I could get use to him.  He kissed my neck, biting and sucking on it and he held in me. My breathing calmed a little and he started slowly sliding back and forth. He slowly built up his pace and my pain turned to pleasure as I got used to his size.   He started slamming into me not before long and I just couldn't help but scream. He leaned in, kissing and sucking my neck. The pulled the thin lace cups of the lingerie down to expose my small perky tits.  He groped my tits, he squeezed them then caressed them before taking one by one in his mouth. He sucked on my nipple then started flicking his tongue back and forth quickly on it and that drove me wild as he fucked me.  My back arched off the couch as he please all off me. He reached his arm under my back and around my waist. He pulled me up off the couch. He now sat and had me straddling him. I grabbed onto his shoulders and started bouncing up and down his shaft. He grabbed my waist tightly as I did.  This position, riding him like this was stimulating my clit just way too much. The friction from our bodies, my clit on his bare skin was too much as I felt my hips buck and pleasure ripped thought my body.   My head tilted backwards, Mark held me as my orgasm took over. I couldn't control my screams as he continued thrusting in me. It felt like all the muscles in my body tightened up then released all at the same time. I'd never had one like that before.  Mark kept fucking me. My hips continued to buck from the motion on my sensitive clit. "Hands and knees!" He said. I got off of him slowly and back onto the couch. My knees rested on the cushion and my hand gripped the top of the backrest. He slid in my still sensitive cunt and start thrusting in and out again. Long, steady strokes at first then fast hard strokes. He was grunting deeper now and he gripped my left hip tightly, squeezed, al most pinching. "I'm going to cum!" Was all he said before I felt him pull out and then the feeling of hot, sticky cum on my lower back. i n c e s t     It was a normal Friday and I had just came home from School. My parents weren't home yet, as they were working, so it was just me and my dog Milo. As usual, Milo jumped at me excitedly as I came through the door, which I wouldn't of minded if he wasn't so big! He could've easily knocked me over if I wasn't leaning against the door. I started to walk up the stairs and he came up behind me and dug his face in my ass to get a sniff. I pushed him away instantly, but I won't lie the pressure and warmth did feel really nice. I eventually got to my bedroom and shut the door, so that he couldn't come in. I dropped my bag on the floor and flung my shoes across the room, before flopping onto the bed. I pulled my phone out and start looking through Instagram, as I usually would, but I couldn't get that feeling of Milo out of my head. Just thinking about it was turning me on. I tried to keep looking at my phone, but just imagining what would've happened if I didn't stop him was distracting me. I had to do something about it. I switched my phone to the Safari app and started searching the internet for sex stories. My internet blocked any porn I tried to find, so this was the next best thing. I eventually found a website about beastiality stories and started looking through the different titles and descriptions. One of them stood out to me. It was about a girl getting raped by her dog and it really turned me on and I had to relieve myself. I didn't have any sex toys, considering I was only young, and touching myself didn't really get me off, so I tend to rub my clit against something until I orgasm. I can't complain. I picked the corner of my vanity for this "session", so I placed my phone on it facing me and positioned my slit on the corner of the vanity. As I read the story, I imagined the scene and it happening to me and I humped away until I orgasmed. Usually I have to wait a while to calm my body down, but I was still ready for me. The only bad part was: my clit was sore and if I humped my vanity any more it would start to hurt. That's when I heard Milo whining outside my door. I wasn't sure what I was going to do exactly, but I opened the door and let him in. He got excited and started sniffing me all over again, but the scent of my pussy must have been strong because after a few seconds he buried his head into my crotch and I felt him lick me. That feeling of his rough tongue against my pussy through my leggings was amazing and I needed more. I lay back down on my bed, spread my legs and allowed him to do his thing. Although it was nice, it was getting blocked by the material of my leggings. My parents wouldn't be home for at least another 30 minutes, so I thought why don't I just take them off. I removed my leggings and spread my legs again, with only my panties on this time. It took a minute or so for Milo to realise I was inviting him back, before he stuck his face in all over again. I let the licking continue for another few minutes, but I needed- no I craved more. I removed my panties and that's when the real fun started. I was pleasantly surprised when his tongue entered my vagina. I wasn't expecting it, but oh I definitely wasn't going to stop it. I put my hand on the back of his head and spread my legs even more. After another few minutes I came and Milo licked all of my juices up. I couldn't handle any more, so I closed my legs and ushered him out of the room. I quickly got into my pyjamas, a loose t-shirt and booty shorts, and sat back in bed before my parents came home. A few hours later, my parents had came home, I had my dinner and I was chilling in bed. I couldn't get that feeling of Milo licking my pussy out of my mind and I imagined what it would be like if I let him fuck me. I definitely wouldn't be able to handle it, I could barely handle my orgasm from earlier. My mom came to tell me that she was heading out with her friends for a girls night out and wouldn't be home until tomorrow. We said our goodbyes and I soon went to bed, while my dad stayed up and watched a movie downstairs. It was the middle of the night and I was fast asleep and my dream soon turned from innocent to me imagining a dog fucking me while I was on all fours. This was most likely turning me on, as I was enjoying it so much in my dream. It started to feel like it was real and it felt like I was really being fucked. That's because I was, sort of... This feeling became stronger and stronger and I eventually started to wake up from it. As my eyes fluttered open slightly, I could see the figure of somebody in front of me. My eyes drifted down to see the outline of the arm near my leg, and I soon realised that they were burying their fingers deep within my pussy. I would have screamed or reacted, but I was enjoying it far too much, so I pretended to still be asleep. Would they eventually leave or stop? Why were they even fingering me in the first place? Who even was it? I eventually realised that my dad was the only other person in the house, so unless it was an intruder it was my dad who was fingering me. I had thought about and read about incest before, but I would never ever do it in real life. As my mind continued to question what was happening, I failed to realise that he had stopped fingering me and he was now pulling something out of his pants. He flipped me fully onto my back, spread my legs and pushed his dick inside of me. I was a virgin, so this was the first time I had ever had a cock inside of me, never mind one of this size. He must have been at least 7 inches long and he was pretty thick too. He started to thrust slowly in and out of me, maybe trying not to wake me? I'm not going to lie, it felt fucking amazing, but this was my father and I couldn't continue on. I fully opened my eyes this time and I put my hands on his shoulders to push him away, but I could feel myself beginning to climax so I ended up pulling him into me harder "Fuck me harder, Daddy" Is all I could muster in my half awake, half asleep state. "Anything for you, Baby" He said huskily, before ramming his cock deep within me. I had never felt anything like it in my life, but I didn't want it to stop. "Daddy, I'm gonna about to cum" "Not yet." With that, he pulled out of me and stood up. "What are you doing?! I was about to cum!" I yelled at him. He said nothing and grabbed my arms pulling me up off of the bed with him. He spun me around and pushed me against my vanity, so that my face and chest were flat against it and my ass was sticking out. I pushed himself against my ass cheeks and started rubbing himself up and down my slit, dry humping me. I started moaning louder than I had before and I was really enjoying what he was doing. After a minute or so, he circled the head of his cock around my pussy opening and pushed in. As he thrusted into me harder and harder, the table shook more and more banging into the wall. With the combination of all of that, I came harder than I ever had before and I screamed before my orgasm subsided. My dad continued for another few seconds before I felt him collapse onto my back, breathing heavily. He pulled out of me, put all of his clothes back on and walked out of the room. I was still leaning against the vanity for support because I knew my legs wouldn't be able to support me if I stood up. I heard him grab his keys, open the front door and walk out. He got into his car and drove away, without saying a word. I guess that was the end of that... c o u p l i n g     She walked into his office knowing what this meeting was about. Earlier that day, Sarah had received an email from one of her professors wanting to discuss an important topic. While the email didn't specify what the topic was, Sarah knew her last paper was below standards. She had just started dating someone and, while she knew she shouldn't, Sarah was putting less effort into her school work and more into her new relationship. She knew a poor grade on this assignment would jeopardize her educational career and she was ready to work hard to make it right. She was going to buckle down and complete whatever her professor assigned her in order to bring up her grade. As she entered, Sarah took in her surroundings. It was a large office, walls lined with large bookshelves and diagrams of the human body. In one corner was a couch and small coffee table for more casual meetings. Directly in front of her was a massive oak desk cluttered with papers and knickknacks. Behind the desk sat Sarah's professor, Dr. Brian Harris. Dr. Harris was a genius. He had made countless contributions to medical science and developed a new method to treat patients with degenerative muscular diseases. He had been offered many jobs at a variety of prestigious universities but ultimately chose this one partially because of its reputation but mostly because of its perks. He was given a hefty salary, large office, access to any equipment he needed and as many grad students as he wanted. Making it all more impressive, Dr. Harris was the youngest professor at the university. Being only a few years older than most of his students and very good looking, Brian had a reputation for sleeping with some of his pupils. The university knew about his extracurricular activities but chose to ignore them. With all the potential Dr. Harris had, the university wanted to do anything they could to keep him on staff, even if it meant dismissing some accusations from female students. Sarah knew of his reputation but found it hard to believe the university would cover up something so scandalous. Never the less, Dr. Harris was a man and Sarah came prepared. Hoping to influence her professor's decision, Sarah chose her clothes carefully. She picked out a white blouse with buttons up the front that could be undone to show a bit of cleavage while still remaining professional.   She paired with it a sleek black skirt that began high on her waste but stopped mid thigh. Combined with her 3 inch heels, Sarah looked professional but definitely turned heads walking through the building. Taking a seat across from Dr. Harris, Sarah definitely caught his attention. She was in a happy relationship so she wasn't going to sleep with him but it's hard for a man to disagree with a beautiful woman. "Mrs. Walker, I think you know why you are here," he began. "This last paper of yours was an absolute joke." He tossed the paper across his desk and it landed on Sarah's lap. "If this is the quality of work you are capable of, I don't know if there is a place for you at this institution. This is the type I would expect from high school students, not a 20-something grad student." Sarah diverted her eyes as she began to tear up from his berating. "I don't know what to do with you." "Please give me another chance, Dr. Harris; I'll do whatever you ask. I can't get kicked out of school. My parents will kill me." Sarah pleaded while trying to hold back the tears. "I'll do anything." This was not going at all like she had planned. Completely embarrassed and made to feel as tiny as an ant in front of her professor, all Sarah could think about was leaving as soon as possible. She didn't want to be in this office a minute longer than she had to. "Here is what we will do," started Dr. Harris. "I will give you one week to rewrite this paper. If after one week this isn't the best paper you ever wrote, I will send my recommendation to the school board to drop you from the university. Understand?" "Oh yes, Dr. Harris. I understand completely," Sarah stammered as she stood up and headed towards the door. "Thank you so much! I won't let you down." "Not so fast Mrs. Walker." Sarah stopped at the door wishing she could just open it and leave. "I have given you a chance to make up for your mistakes but that doesn't mean we are through. You still need to be punished for getting yourself into this situation," Said Dr. Harris. "Lock the door." Sarah's eyes widened as she turned the lock on the handle of the large wooden door. "Turn around," ordered Dr. Harris as he stood up and walked around his desk. "Do you know happens to girls who misbehave?" "I don't know" said Sarah meekly. "I think you do" encouraged Dr. Harris looking down on Sarah like a hungry dog looks at a scared kitten. "I promise I don't," Sarah replied. "They get spanked," he said with a smile. "Girls who misbehave get spanked." Dr. Harris turned a chair to face Sarah and sat down. "Now, are you going to accept your punishment or do I need to make a call to the school board?" A thousand thoughts ran through Sarah's head. She didn't want to get spanked but she needed to stay in school. What if her boyfriend found out? What if Dr. Harris kicked her out anyway? There was no way to know but in the end she had to risk it. Sarah timidly walked towards her professor. "Good choice," began Dr. Harris. "Lay down across my lap, Sarah." She complied; her arms and head hanging down on one side of his lap and her legs on the other. Her skirt pulled tight against her ass in this bent over position. "I don't want you making any noise. I'm going to continue spanking you until I feel you are properly punished. If I hear any sound out of your mouth it will only get worse for you. Do you understand?" Sarah nodded her head hoping her professor would be gentle. SMACK! Even though she knew what was about to happen, the first hit took her off guard. Without meaning to she let out a yelp. "What did I tell you about staying quiet?" Dr. Harris scolded while lifting up the back of her skirt, exposing her white lace panties. "Now it's going to hurt even more. Keep your mouth shut!" SMACK! Sarah was better prepared for this hit and managed to stay quiet. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her ass burned from the repeated abuse. SMACK! She didn't know how much more she could take. SMACK! Tears streamed down her face. SMACK! As much as she hated it and hated to admit, the spanking was making her pussy wet. Sarah was angry at her body for betraying her. Bent over the knee of her professor, ass red under her panties from the beating, Sarah felt a wet spot begin to form in her panties. Dr. Harris must have noticed it as well because his paused from the spanking and began to rub is hand over her warm ass. "It seems as if our naughty girl is enjoying herself," he said sliding his hand between her legs to feel the wetness in her panties. "Please stop!" begged Sarah reaching back to try and block his hand. SMACK! "Obviously you don't know how to keep your mouth shut," boomed Dr. Harris. "I guess we will just have to find something to fill it," he continued pulling down Sarah's panties with one hand while holding her down with the other. Sarah squirmed and kicked but in her compromised position there wasn't much she could do. Dr. Harris balled her damp lace panties and pressed them against her lips. "Open," he commanded. Sarah shook her head. "Now!" he demanded as he angrily pressed them harder against her lips. Again Sarah shook her head in refusal. Sarah let out a gasp has she felt 2 fingers dive deep into her dripping pussy. The gasp was all Dr. Harris needed to stuff the gag in his student's mouth. Sarah could taste herself as her tongue pressed against the wet spot in her panties. Keeping his hand over her mouth, Dr. Harris resumed his assault on the helpless grad student's pussy. His fingers slid in and out of her easily, coating his hand in her juices. "I knew you were enjoying this, you little slut," he said as he pulled out his dripping fingers and again smacked Sarah's rosy pink ass. As she squirmed, Sarah quickly realized the spanking was having a similar effect on Dr. Harris. She could feel his hardening cock pressing through his pants into her stomach. It was difficult to tell from her position but Dr. Harris was much larger than her boyfriend. His cock continued to grow as her alternated between fingering and spanking his student. Each smack made Sarah's ass burn and become a more red. But her ass wasn't the only thing on fire. Her pussy was aching with desire as Dr. Harris continued to fondle her. Keeping one hand covering her mouth, Dr. Harris used his other hand to grasp Sarah's hair and pull her to her feet. He spun her around so she was backed up against his desk. "I hope you can now see what happens when you disobey me. You are to keep your panties in your mouth and follow my instructions silently and without hesitation. Understand?" Dr. Harris directed. Sarah nodded and kept her mouth shut has he removed is hands from her mouth and hair. "Good," he said, "I want you to remove your shirt." Sarah's eyes widened but she stayed quiet. Slowly she brought her hands to the top button of her blouse. As she began to unbutton, she regretted her clothing choice. Underneath her thin white blouse was a white satin and lace bra that matched the panties stuffed in her mouth. One by one Sarah undid the buttons, each one exposing more and more of her chest and stomach. Once the last button was undone, Sarah let her blouse fall to the floor at her feet. Standing in front of her professor in only a bra, skirt and heels, Sarah felt very exposed. Dr. Harris smiled as he gave her his next instruction, "Lift your skirt and spread your legs. I want to see my naughty girl's wet pussy." Spreading her legs, she gripped the front of her skirt with one hand and lifted, exposing her shaved pussy. Sarah was horrified when she felt the wetness in her pussy begin to drip down her leg. Her face turned as red as her abused ass. Dr. Harris reached forward and slid his hand over her wet hole. Sarah stood there unable to move as a shutter ran through her. Her professor's hands probed her wet slit and rubbed her needy clit. She couldn't believe how aroused she had become being forced to expose herself. "Now turn around and show me your hot ass," He demanded. Sarah complied reluctantly as he grabbed her by the hair and pinned her against the desk. Handprints were clearly visible on the poor student's bottom. She could feel the outline of his hard cock pressing between her cheeks. He forced her head down until her breasts and head were pressed against his hard desk. Unable to move Sarah could only listen as he unzipped his pants and removed his raging cock. Gently his massive rod parted Sarah's wet lips and slipped deep into her pussy. A muffled moan escaped her panty filled mouth. Slowly at first, Dr. Harris fucked his student. In and out, each time reaching deeper and stretching her tight pussy open more.   As Sarah began to accept the giant intruder inside of her, Dr. Harris picked up speed, slamming his body into the young coed. Thrust after thrust he pounded his cock into her warm wet pussy. Every time he buried himself into her, he would press against her ass, reminding Sarah of the spanking she just received.   He pulled back on Sarah's hair as her thighs slammed into the edge of the desk. She would surely have a bruise to explain to her boyfriend after being rammed into the desk repeatedly. Sarah gripped the desk as she felt the first of her orgasms swell up inside of her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. Sarah's orgasm only encouraged him to fuck her harder. After her third orgasm, Dr. Harris pulled Sarah to her feet by her hair. Weak from exhaustion, she immediately collapsed to her knees in front of his desk. Just because Sarah was done didn't mean Dr. Harris was. Before she could realize what was happening, Dr. Harris removed the panties and forced his slick wet cock into Sarah's mouth.   Again she tasted her own juices on her tongue. Filling her entire mouth, Dr. Harris pressed on sliding back into the poor girl's throat. Sarah instinctively tried to pull away but found her head was pinned between his cock and the equally hard oak desk. Sarah gagged as he fucked her mouth and throat with the same energy and force as he had just fucked her pussy. She did the best she could to breathe through her nose as he relentlessly filled her throat with his massive cock. Soon Dr. Harris let out a moan and Sarah gripped his thighs as he shot stream after stream of hot cum down her throat. Not giving her a choice, he forced her to swallow his massive load. As he withdrew himself from her throat, Sarah could taste his semen on his cock as it brushed over her tongue. She sat on the ground, propped up against the desk trying to process what had just happened. On the floor of her professor's office she sat half naked in a puddle of her own juices, tears running down her face, ass and pussy aching, her stomach full of her professors cum. Was staying in school really worth all of this? How was she going to explain the bruises on her thighs to her boyfriend? Dr. Harris threw Sarah her blouse and told her to get dressed. Weakly she put the shirt back on and began to look around the room for her panties. "I will be keeping these," said Dr. Harris, holding her wet balled up panties in his hand. Slowly Sarah stood on weak knees, grabbed her essay and walked to the door. Each step she took, she could feel her pussy leaking down her leg. It was going to be a long walk home. On the way home Sarah realized every time she worked on her paper this week, she would be reminded of what just occurred. Hopefully she would be able to finish her paper without getting too turned on. c o n s e n s u a l ( i )       "Spread your legs, babe," said the star quarterback to the cheerleader.  Lance Leo was a man who got what he wanted. Today, the teen stud craved a taste of Tori. The busty blonde had a killer body that looked great in skintight jeans. And those jeans looked even sexier when they hung from a chair next to her bed.  The stallion-hung Casanova slapped on a Magnum XL. Tori lay and spread for him. He grasped her ankles and positioned himself between her legs.  "Are you ready for the 'Lance Leo Experience'?" he smiled gleefully.  "Lance," she mildly scolded. "Has anyone told you that you are really are full of yourself?"  "Yes, I have heard that. And soon you will be full of myself too."  "I heard that joke last time we got together," she retorted. "You need some new material."  Maybe he did. But Tory had no reason to complain. The cocksman dutifully showed up she texted him for a booty call. The cheerleader broke up with her boyfriend (again) so he knew an invitation for rebound sex would be forthcoming. That's how things worked with the other 11 members of the varsity squad. Lance had become their goto guy for getting it on when they found themselves between boyfriends.  In theory, an attractive homecoming queen had other options besides Lance. Peoria Tech boasted over 1500 students. However, Lance Leo had certain qualities that endeared him to the cheerleading squad.  "Oh, my GAWWWWD!" Tori cried out. "I'M COOOOOMMMMMMING!!"  Lance only had sheathed himself halfway into the jaws of his lover's snatch. He felt the strong buzz of an ego-boost coming on. When you could make a girl climax this easily, how could it not go to your head? Nonetheless, Lance kept his wits.   Having a big dick felt like driving a large truck that beeped when it backed up. You had to maneuver it very carefully, like parking in a tight spot. Lance knew just how to handle a girl like Tori. He slowly advanced upstream with short little love shoves so she could adjust to his size. Finally, his knob hit a barrier.  "Holy shit!" gasped Tori under her breath.  "What happened?" asked Lance. He knew exactly what happened but played dumb.  "You bottomed out," she beamed. "Baby, do you have any idea how much I missed that?"  He barely had given Tori seven inches so far. But that suited her fine. Lance never met a girl who could take the whole thing. He always had as much cock as a lady secretly desired in her wanton heart. And when the teen encountered a genuine size queen, she learned to be careful what she wished for. Lance had been armed with a lethally seductive weapon that reduced even the most demanding vixen to a quivering mass of tangled limbs.  While Lance might have had to steer himself a bit more slowly into a woman, he never would have given up owning his monster truck of a schlong. Driving a big one was the best feeling in the world. Because after you slid into that tight spot, you could head out on to the highway. You started out slowly at first but the speed naturally accrued. And within a couple minutes, your massive piston would be pumping with the momentum of a 10,000 horsepower engine behind it.  Lance sensed the force and power of his heavy thrusts. They made a wet, raunchy squelching sound as he plowed into her. Tori stiffened and shuddered each time he hit bottom. Her eyes rapidly blinked as a second orgasm thundered through her body. Whatever tacit hostility she harbored against the promiscuous Lothario had been forgiven and forgotten.  The source of her forbearance was not difficult to identify. Lance could do things to Tori that other men could not. His lover writhed on the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest like a jackhammer. She cried out his name in breathless ecstasy. Whether or not she might see him again, no one could deny the intimacy of this isolated moment in time.  Lance also found their reunion inspiring. He vowed to ravish this beauty like no woman had been ravished before. That would be no small feat. The so-called 'The Lance Leo Experience' consisted of an hour of foreplay, followed by multiple hours of intercourse. The virtuoso guided his partner through a multitude of positions, seeking those that maximized her pleasure. Of course, he also took requests. So when Tori asked for doggy, Lance delivered.  She had been on all fours for nearly an hour when he sensed a vibration on the bed. It emanated from the front pocket of his jeans. The garment lay somewhere behind him. As he continued to pound Tori, Lance discreetly reached backwards to search for his phone. It took nearly a minute to find it.  "Where the fuck are u?" flashed the screen. The clock read 5:15. Uh-oh...  Lance picked up the pace and slammed full throttle into Tori's snatch. His efforts pushed her into Orgasm #17. Normally, he would have been delighted by her noisy and enthusiastic response but the message disconcerted him. He tapped out a text while continuing to pound Tori at a steady rhythm. Multi-tasking proved difficult. He couldn't type with one hand and his prick was deflating rapidly.  "What are you doing?" panted Tori, still recovering from her climax.  "Listen, babe," he told her with as much contrition as a shameless playboy could muster. "I'm really sorry. I'm late to football practice."  "Football practice?" she asked. "Isn't today a Sunday?"  "Exactly. We gotta bear down for the championship," he explained while swiftly pulling up his pants. It took him under a minute to dress. He had practice. Lance often had to make a quick getaway if someone's parents came home when he was romancing a date.  "Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?" she asked. The orgasm had muted her annoyance but did not conceal it entirely.  Lance gave her a perfunctory tongue kiss before running out the door.      ******   Sandra leaned against the side of her van. The parking lot of the library had emptied for the day. She looked at her phone for the tenth time in half an hour: 5:30. She thought Lance stood her up until getting his text a few minutes ago. Still, the message only stoked her rage to a jaw-clenching boil. Lance didn't apologize. He just wrote, "Be there in 15, sugar." Sugar! What a dickhead.  The Afro-Asian beauty did not suffer fools. With an hourglass figure and a triple-D chest, she invariably bent guys to her will. If any of them got cute, the black belt bombshell practiced her judo skills on their sorry ass.  Of course, Sandra's propensity to violence had consequences. She already became known as the school psycho even before sending the captain of the wrestling team to the hospital. Next time, he would ask permission before putting his hand on a woman's butt.  Her date's motorcycle finally rumbled into the lot. Lance dismounted and walked toward her with a smug grin pasted on his face. Despite her angry glare, his manner betrayed no fear. Without breaking stride, he closed in on her for a wet kiss. Her head swerved to the left to give him a faceful of cheek to smooch.  Sandra normally would have slugged a guy for coming on that strong but his affection had not been discouraged in the past. Though she did not go all the way with Lance yet, they had experimented with each other. She had toyed with the idea of going further today but his casual tardiness infuriated her.  "Hey, babe," he chuckled. "Something the matter?"  "You said 5pm."  "Football practice ran late."  "Don't bullshit me. It's Sunday."  Sandra knew exactly what detained him. Lance stank of pussy and perfume. He wasn't even trying to lie.  "Whatever," she sighed. "Where's your algebra textbook?"  "Huh?"  "I said I'd help you study for the exam tomorrow. Where's your textbook?"  "Aw, damn," he replied. "I think I lost it or something."  "Are you fucking kidding me?"  "Sorry, babe. I thought the algebra thing was just like... you know..."  "A polite way of saying 'let's fuck.'" Sandra snapped, finishing his sentence. "No, if that were the case, I would have called you up and said 'Hey, Lance, come to the library at 5pm so you can fuck me.' And maybe you would have showed up on time. Instead, I just waited here half an hour to do you a fucking favor!"  Sandra was lying. Obviously, the algebra exam had been an excuse. She even bought Magnum XL condoms so Lance could fuck her that night. But the prospect both excited and repulsed her. Despite a strong physical attraction to him, Lance had been cursed with numerous deal-breakers that left her ambivalent.  First of all, the two of them did not share a single interest in common. They literally had nothing to talk about. Secondly, Lance was dumb even by Peoria Tech standards. What kind of a senior had to take remedial algebra? Thirdly, he cared about nothing besides women, weed, and football. Finally, Lance was going nowhere in life.  Though the teen powerhouse excelled in athletics, he did not conform to the stereotype of a typical jock. Lance occupied an even lower rung on the evolutionary scale. He exuded a thuggish vibe with his chain wallet, long hair, noisy motorcycle, and streetwise manner.   Had it not been for his stellar performance on the gridiron, the juvenile delinquent either would have been expelled or simply dropped out of school. As for Sandra, she had applied to Stanford and already charted out a career as a tech entrepreneur in Silicon Valley.  Yet none of this diminished her longing for him. Sandra struggled against this animal impulse but also grew to understand its origins.  First of all, Sandra liked men... in theory. She dug their strength and courage; the force of their muscular hips slamming into her body; the texture of their stubble brushing against her chin as they kissed. Blah, blah, blah... However, in practice, none of them measured up to her exacting standards.   Sandra wanted to be with someone stronger than her, an over-amped alpha male that ferociously protected his mate. Right off the bat, that excluded 99% of men. Even the captain of the wrestling team proved no match for her. While Sandra may have pined for protection, she actually took pretty good care of herself.  In truth, Sandra did not want a man so much as a superman. She desired a genetically flawless heartthrob of almost comical proportions. Nonetheless, Lance came shockingly close to that impossible ideal. He towered over her at six-and-a-half feet tall.   The teenage powerhouse already won bodybuilding competitions against grown men in their 20s. Every aspect of his physique checked a box on her secret wish list: a V-shaped torso, massive guns, eight-pack abs, and a round butt with ripped glutes.   And then came the little details. He spoke to a woman in a panty-staining baritone that dripped with testosterone and confidence. His smoldering visage belonged to a shirtless heartthrob on the cover of a romance novel. And she loved those big, strong hands that roved all over her body when they kissed.  But what really moved her dangled below the belt. Lance had a ten-and-a-half inch cock. Sandra shuddered to think how much she obsessed over this sordid detail of his anatomy. The only reason she even considered dating Lance was due to the size of his penis.   Sandra was a highly disciplined individual in her academic pursuits but she had been cursed with a voluptuous body that craved big cock. She wanted nothing more than for a savage manbeast to nail her ass to the bed with his massive fuck club. This primitive urge was utterly irrational and completely inevitable.  Sandra wanted Lance so badly that it scared her. And perhaps that fear explained why she kept him at arm's length. Sandra's momentary eruption of anger did not curb her desire in the slightest. In fact, it only sharpened the sexual tension that defined their unlikely courtship.  "Listen, babe," Lance finally answered. "Maybe we could reschedule."  "Yeah, whatever," she told him coolly. "I gotta go. I have to prep for the SAT's next week."  Sandra already got a near-perfect score on the tests but that was the best excuse she could invent on short notice. She got back into her van without even a goodbye kiss. As Lance and his motorcycle shrunk in her rearview mirror, Sandra pondered her decision. Had she just dodged a bullet or turned down her deepest sexual fantasy?        ******   "Why did she get so mad?" groused Lance. "I was only half an hour late."  "Do you really need me to answer that?" Morgan asked skeptically as he followed her into a Victoria's Secret.  Normally, Lance would never have met a chick at the mall. Visits to Morgan occurred in her bedroom. The playboy hooked up with the head cheerleader on Sunday nights. Along with hot sex, she always dished out a generous amount of gossip on the girls he banged that week. That's why Lance really wanted to see her today. He wanted to vent about Sandra. And then fuck Morgan at a motel after she bought lingerie to model for him at Victoria's Secret.  Unfortunately, his blonde confidante seemed distant tonight. In fact, her attitude seemed to border on hostility.  "Do you think I ought to apologize to her?" he asked.  "Maybe you should apologize to Tori," she scolded.  "Huh?"  "You sort of hurt her feelings today. She said you skipped after getting your rocks off."  Actually, Morgan bent the truth just a bit. She heard Lance made her come seventeen times before he skipped. The cocksman got away with murder because of his mad bedroom skills. Lance acted so brazen in his womanizing that no girl took him seriously anyway. The cheerleaders simply accepted him at face value. He was a gigolo that could be enjoyed as a guilty pleasure from time to time.  For her part, Morgan enjoyed his company between boyfriends. He was shameless but refreshingly honest. And getting fucked by a stallion-hung Adonis definitely beat her vibrator. Nonetheless, someone needed to put him in his place.  "Lance, we gotta talk," she began.  "Uh-oh."  "A lot of people at school are talking about you."  "What are they saying?"  "You're getting a reputation as a 'size king.'"  "A what?"  "A size king. That's like a well-hung dude that actively looks for hookups with size queens."  "What's wrong with that?"  "Because you're wearing tight pants to show off your package. It's kind of pervy."  "Babe, it's not the pants. It's the size. I just got really lucky in that department. Don't hate the player. Hate the game."  "See, that's what I mean."  "Huh?"  "You've got this preposterous sense of entitlement. It's wearing thin. You are treating the cheerleading squad like your personal harem."  Lance tried to restrain a smirk. He secretly loved the idea of a harem. His ultimate sexual fantasy would be to have a no-holds-barred orgy with all twelve cheerleaders after winning the state football championship. He had thought through his imaginary thirteensome to the smallest detail.  After beating the other team 72-0, a stadium-sized bed would be erected in the football field for Lance's victory lay.  As the all-female crowd cheered him on from the stands, he would chuck his helmet to the ground, strip off his uniform, and climb on top of the colossal mattress. The naked cheerleaders would mount one another to form a human pyramid, wagging their asses at him in lewd invitation. And, over the next eight hours, Lance would fuck each and every girl into cross-eyed oblivion. The scoreboard would tally the rocketing number of vaginal orgasms he yielded from his team.  Lance wisely kept his lewd thoughts to himself. But Morgan zeroed in on his orgiastic ambitions anyway.  "And stop asking every girl you know for a threesome."  "A what?"  "A threesome!"  "Hey, that's a good idea. Would you like to try that?"  Morgan rolled her eyes.  "Listen, babe," he countered with studied nonchalance. "I'm just helping a few bi-curious females explore their sexuality. Women in love can be a beautiful thing."  "Bye!" Morgan replied abruptly before walking away.  Lance admired her ass as she exited the store and perhaps his life. His phone vibrated with a Tinder notification. He pulled it out to figure out his plans for the evening.          ******       Sandra saw her court-mandated psychiatrist on Mondays. Dr. Joffe assessed the progress of her anger management skills since she beat up the captain of the wrestling team.  "I had sworn not to see him again," his patient confessed. "But when Lance asked me for help on his algebra test, I saw no harm in meeting him at the library."  Dr. Joffe looked at her skeptically.  "OK, fine," she continued defensively. "I wanted to fuck him."  "I thought we were making progress, Sandra," chided the doctor. "You previously called Lance a 'black hole of toxic masculinity.'"  "I didn't say that. I said he wasn't a pussy."  "You also said your family would 'lose face' if anyone heard about your relationship with him."  "That's true but so what? Don't you get it? I never wanted the violin lessons. I never wanted computer science camp. I never wanted tiger mother and father breathing down my fucking neck. I am me, not the 'good girl' someone else chose me to be."  Dr. Joffe feverishly took notes.  "If you want to call that 'teenage rebellion,' go ahead. For once in my life, I'd like to make my own decision. Maybe Lance is not the safest choice or the smartest choice but, at least, it's mine."  "So you're looking for a thrill?"  "I'm looking for an orgasm. And maybe it requires a bad boy with a big cock."  "Did you not agree that your desire for 'unattainable' men derived from a lack of self-esteem?"  "Stop putting words in my mouth. You know damn well I won't take any shit from Lance. If I ever dated him, you damn better believe he'd clean up his act."  "And you think he would do that?"  "Yeah," smiled Sandra defiantly. "You know why?"  "Why?"  "Because I'm special, dickweed. Men like him are easy to control. And I'll change him as sure as he is born. So don't tell me I suffer from daddy issues."  "So why did you hesitate?"  Sandra paused. She had trouble revealing the truth even to her shrink. Yes, Lance got her hot and bothered. The 'hot' part was cool. The 'bothered' part was not. She craved him so badly that it scared her. To use an old cliché, it felt like flirting with disaster. Could she control him? Probably not. Would he control her? Probably so.  Before daring to approach him, Sandra had stalked Lance for a month. The huntress studied her prey carefully. Tracking his movements with a GPS device planted underneath the wheel well of his Harley, she avidly followed his private exploits from the cab of her windowless van. He slept with a staggering number and variety of females: cheerleaders, emo chicks, teachers, exotic dancers, and cougar divorcees.  c o n s e n s u a l ( ii ) As her surveillance grew from days to weeks, Sandra got bolder. She left her van to listen in on his lovemaking. Behind the door of every cheap walk-up motel, sounded the cry of an ecstatic woman in heat. Though barely 18, the master of seduction had learned how to drive a female berserk with pleasure long before he learned how to drive an automobile.  Part of that success was owed to the youth's ten-and-a-half inch ladykiller. Lance probed his lovers in the most thrilling of ways. He was fully aware of his forbidden gift and that awareness manifested itself in a preternatural self-confidence. The ladies of Peoria Tech referred to it as "big dick energy." When he flirted with a woman, Lance possessed the smile and swagger of a man with an enormous penis that knew how to use it.  Lance's persona both repelled and fascinated her. Outside of scoring touchdowns and pumping iron, the student athlete dedicated his entire life to sex. In a twisted way, Sandra admired his focus. The foxy valedictorian also strived for perfection in whatever endeavor she undertook. But their commonality ended there. Sandra loathed his vulgarity and smug hedonism. However, she wondered if those very flaws also fueled her longing for him.  Though the archetype captivated the popular imagination, an authentic Casanova was a truly rare phenomenon. And she hardly expected to encounter one at a high school in flyover country.  "Sandra?" asked Dr. Joffe. "Are you listening to me?"  She looked at the clock. Thank God the session was almost over.        ******   Lance finished football practice around 5pm. He scanned his most recent texts to decide which chick to bang that night. His phone vibrated with a new message.  "Hey," wrote Sandra.  His fingers hovered motionlessly over the touchscreen. Should he text back? There were risks. Sandra not only had stalked him. She had bludgeoned him with a large dildo during a routine hook up that went awry. But, worst of all, the psycho-babe hadn't put out. He never got further than a hand job with her. Maybe that explained his decision to reply. She not only had piqued his libido. She piqued his curiosity.  Lance never met a girl he couldn't close within a few hours. Sure, there were tons of prudes at his school but they all steered clear of the playboy. Like it or not, his mouth watered at the prospect of strange trim. Undressing a girl for the first time felt like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. The anticipation delighted him.  Lance imagined himself with Sandra in the back of her windowless van. She had outfitted the vehicle like a mobile boudoir with a queen-sized mattress that lined the floor of the storage space. It definitely beat the backseat of a Trans Am. There would be plenty of room for both of them to play. Lance almost could see her expression of bliss as he sank himself into the hilt.  "Hey," he wrote back...      ******   Sandra set their date for 8pm the next day: dinner and a movie. It had been a huge concession on Lance's part. He never went on dates. However, the cocksman had a reason. Lance wanted to fuck Sandra come hell or high water. He respected her too much not to.  All his life, Lance never found a woman that could keep up with him in bed. The multi-orgasmic megastud was bigger, stronger, faster, harder than anyone... He did not merely seduce females. He conquered them. Lance made his girlfriends squirt, faint, and weep tears of joy. And they all came back for more. Despite their public distaste for womanizers, the ladies filled his dance card with requests for repeat performances.  Lance soon gravitated towards threesomes because two foxes made better matched his prowess. Even then, the champion cocksman aspired to reverse gangbangs in which an even greater number of females joined forces in bed to indulge him. In truth, his desires knew no limit. The teen fancied himself as an erotic superhero dedicated to the carnal satisfaction of a sex-starved womankind.  On the other hand, Sandra possessed an unequaled ferocity about her. The woman proved willful and wanton, a seductive black widow spinning an invisible web from which no man could escape. Sandra represented a challenge in a game that Lance found increasingly easy to win.  He arrived at the Italian restaurant two minutes after 8pm. She didn't. Lance stood awkwardly by the hostess station by the entrance. A foxy blonde waitress made eyes at him from across the room. He banged the looker a few months ago but forgot her name.  "How many in your party?" asked another server, a Rubenesque Latina with a cute smile.  Lance held up two fingers.  "Too bad," she half-joked. "I get off in an hour."  Lance got a table by a window with a scenic view of the Peoria Mall parking lot. The Latina babe brought a menu, a glass of water, and a napkin with her mobile number scrawled on the back. Lance pocketed the napkin in case his date didn't work out.  "So who's the lucky girl?" asked a voice behind him. With an air of presumption, the unknown blonde took the seat across from him.  "Sandra Kong," he told her point blank.  "Wow," she gushed. "That takes balls."  "It's just a date."  "And the Titanic was just a ship."  The blonde stood up to leave after leaving another scrap of paper on the table.  "Don't worry," she told him "I wrote down my name in case you forgot it."  "Thanks, uh..."  "Jill."  Suddenly, Jill's expression paled. Neither of them saw Sandra approach the table.  "Get the fuck out of here," she hissed. "Or I'll call the manager."  Sandra took her seat. She snatched Jill's scrap of paper, crumpled it into a ball, and flicked the wad off the table. Lance and Sandra eyed each other like two boxers in the ring. He flashed a smile. This was going to be fun...  "So now what?" he asked with genuine curiosity.  "You order some food and we talk," she explained with a condescending air. "Haven't you ever been in a restaurant before?"  Truth be told, Lance hadn't been inside one for ages. The place bummed him out. Truth be told, he wanted to grab his date by the hips, fling her onto the table, and fuck her in front of all patrons.  "What are you thinking?" she asked.  Lance just grinned again.  "Yeah, I thought so," purred the she-devil with just a hint of a smile. "But that's so not happening tonight."  "Wanna bet?"  "I'd hate to see you lose."  "Then why are we here?"  Sandra pulled a shiny new book out of her laptop bag: "Beginning Algebra."      ******   Lance didn't mind when Sandra stalked him. He didn't mind when she tied him up in the back of her van and forced him to eat her pussy. He didn't even mind when she almost broke his nose with a large dildo. To a point, all of those episodes were sexy in a perverse way. However, tutoring him in math constituted a unique form of torture. Lance would have left long ago had it not been for the fact he was failing the class. And if the star quarterback couldn't muster a D+, the coach would have to bench him for violating academic probation.  Sandra scribbled out yet another equation on her notepad. Lance couldn't make heads or tails out of the numbers. Numbers were way harder than letters. At least, he could sort of read stuff like a "Stop" sign or a stroke story on Literotica. But algebra problems left him dizzy. Even worse, his inability to grasp the subject matter made him feel inadequate. Lance had become accustomed to winning in life. He scored touchdowns, won bodybuilding competitions, and slept with any female he desired. Obstacles were annoyances to be avoided, not overcome.  Sandra noted his frustration with no small satisfaction. Everything had gone according to plan. Instead of teaching him remedial algebra, she intentionally tried to confuse her student by discussing advanced mathematical concepts like logarithms and partial derivatives. She spoke very quickly and did not allow him to ask any questions.  Sandra watched him slump in his seat as her lecture droned on. His customary smirk evaporated long ago. Just like she hypothesized, the straight-A vixen could use his intellectual weakness as a cudgel to break him down. But humiliation was not her endgame. Sandra didn't hate Lance. The alpha queen just wanted to control him. So she loosened her metaphorical grip on his balls just a tad.  "Let's try something different," Sandra told him. She wrote out a simple equation on her notepad:  5.5 + x = y  "This is what we call a function. It's the relationship between two variables, x and y. Do you understand?"  "I'm confused, babe," he lamented "I thought math problems were supposed to involve numbers. 'X' and 'Y' are letters, aren't they?"  "OK, let me simplify this," she answered patiently while writing out another equation:  5.5 + x = 10.5  "But there's still that one letter."  "Yes, that's right. It's a letter. X is a variable. It's a substitute for a number."  "You mean like a substitute teacher?"  Sandra rolled her eyes. Was he really this fucking dumb?  "OK, let's consider this equation in real world terms," she purred with a wicked smile. "Let's say that a girly man's penis measures a measly 5.5 inches. And, in contrast, a porn star's big stud cock measures 10.5 inches. What would be the difference in length?"  "Five inches," Lance answered without a second thought.  "Exactly," smiled Sandra as the flat of her heel gently stroked his crotch under the table. "In a given situation, you might even call this variable the 'x-factor' because it has the most significant impact on the outcome. You feel me?"  "Yeah, the x-factor separates the men from the boys," beamed her pupil.  Sandra nodded affirmatively while continuing to play footsy with him. Whether or not he would pass his algebra exam, Lance now seemed more at ease. The himbo clearly liked to talk about the size of his penis.  Sandra grabbed the check.  "I'll get this," she announced without giving him a chance to pay for dinner. "We're going to be late to the movie."  The Uptown Theatre was only a two-minute stroll from the restaurant. Sandra briskly walked through the parking lot a few paces ahead of Lance. Her body language blinked in neon lights: "Look but don't touch." Lance admired her ass as she sashayed toward the old movie palace. Even from behind, he could see the generous swell of her breasts sway to and fro. He hoped he finally would fuck her tonight."  "Two for Fellini's '8 ½'," she told the cashier at the box office. Lance had never been to this particular theatre. The Uptown wasn't a multiplex. It had only one screen inside a vast 500-seat auditorium. Sandra led him upstairs to the balcony. They were alone.  The lights went down right after they found their seats. The screen lit up with the opening credits."  "Babe," Lance noted with genuine astonishment. "What's wrong with this film? It's in black and white."  Sandra didn't dignify his question with a response. She already had seen the film but chose it specifically to bore her date. Fellini would go completely over his head. And that guaranteed he would start making moves on her in a matter of moments. No sooner had the credits finished than she felt his arm sliding past the nape of her neck and draping itself over her far shoulder.  Sandra secretly enjoyed his advances. His muscular arm felt just as heavy and powerful just like she had hoped. He was incredibly strong. Sandra had researched Lance online and found several blog posts about his winning streak in statewide bodybuilding contests. At the age of 15, he already beat 19 year-olds in the teenage division. Now at 18, Leo filed a request with the National Physique Committee to participate in the adult competition. Their decision was pending.  Though the fetish embarrassed her, Sandra had a thing for bodybuilders. The obsession originated from the tomboy's fascination with comics. In her earliest sexual fantasies, she imagined herself as the female swashbuckler Red Sonja, the comic book lover of Conan the Barbarian. The girl fantasized the pair would go on dangerous adventures at the end of which the barbarian stud would make sweet love to her with his legendary manhammer. Sandra's predilection for meatheads made no sense but a woman could no better choose her taste in men than her sexual orientation. You just had to deal with it.  With his arm still draped over her shoulder, Lance's fingers crept downward. He dipped his finger underneath the spaghetti strap of her backless dress and plucked it provocatively. Perceiving no objection, his fingers ventured along her Tail of Spence, the fleshy region of her chest that connected her underarm to her breast. Lance wasn't quite fondling her boob but he almost was. She admired the ladykiller's artistry. It was a subtle approach. This seemingly innocuous route led directly to more forbidden parts of her body.  Sandra reached for his hand, grabbed the middle finger, and yanked it back as hard as she could. "OW!" yelped her date. Having seized him by the finger, she forcefully twisted his arm up and off her shoulder.  "Are you nuts, lady?" he gasped. "That fucking hurts!"  Lance got up and moved a couple seats away. He turned on the light of his cell phone to examine his aching digit. His expression had turned sour. The vixen wondered if she had gone too far this time. Had Sandra learned nothing from all of those anger management sessions? Unable to undo the damage, she switched on the charm.  The jezebel took the seat next to him. "Here, let me see," she whispered to him. Lance reluctantly gave her his finger. "Poor baby," she cooed. "Let me make it better." She lifted his finger to her lips and lightly kissed it. Ever so gently, Sandra sucked the tip. Lance smiled. His entire body relaxed except for his big throbbing cock. She began to suck it more aggressively. Without exaggeration, Sandra was blowing his finger. A moan sounded deep within his broad chest.  Lance had never dealt with a lady in Sandra's league. In his naughty world of easy pussy, even the biggest knockouts proved to be knockovers. Given his notoriety, any approach on the part of a woman carried an implicit invitation for sex. However, Lance knew better than to interpret her finger-sucking as an opportunity to escalate too quickly. He didn't want to get punched in the face.  Sandra finally pulled his finger out of her mouth with an audible pop. She stroked his chin, gently turning his head to face her. Sandra's gaze smoldered. Her enigmatic smile hid the answer to a question that baffled him: Would he get laid tonight? The jezebel leaned into him for a kiss.  Almost as soon as their lips made contact, Lance took charge. His hand palmed the back of her head and guided her forward. Her mouth opened just enough to let his tongue slip in and out. Lance's assertion of command seemed less a matter of intent than a manifestation of a dominant nature. He wasn't trying to show off or prove himself. The teenage rakehell didn't know any other way to behave.  Sandra pulled away to break their kiss.  "You're pretty good at that," she negged. "For a stoner jock."  "I haven't heard any complaints."  The wily temptress shifted gears yet again  "I doubt you would," she whispered seductively into his ear. "After all, are you not Lance Leo, star quarterback and playboy extraordinaire? What girl would not yearn to sleep in your bed?"  Lance could not restrain a smile. Having tickled his vanity, her fingertip traced the salami-shaped bulge that ran along his inner thigh.  "I bet you nailed a lot of girls with that monster," she sighed with exaggerated awe.  "Flattery will get you everywhere, babe."  "Not in my pants it won't," she told him deadpan. "Watch the fucking movie, meathead. I like guys who like Fellini."  Lance stared straight ahead of him. He had reached an apparent stalemate with Sandra. Not even this preposterous movie date appeared likely to gain him entry to her succulent pussy. The teen stud wondered if he could bail. At this time of night, he usually found himself balls deep inside a more appreciative companion.  From within his front jeans pocket, Lance's cell phone vibed seductively against his dick. He already knew the import of the messages. Booty calls usually began around 9pm. Even though Morgan had cut him off from the cheerleading squad, she lacked the power to call a schoolwide sex strike. He still had a large female fanbase.  Lance ever so carefully pulled out his smartphone to discretely scan his texts. It read like a pornographic Tumblr feed. Girls sent him a lot of nudes. However, his eye gravitated to a message from Morgan: "Hey, good luck with your date tonight. Honestly, I hope you find what you are looking for."  Without any warning, Sandra grabbed his iPhone and shoved it inside her purse.  "Haven't you ever been to a movie theatre?" she hissed reproachfully. "No texting."  With his phone confiscated, the movie seemed to drag on forever. Sandra eventually put her hand on his knee but Lance didn't take the bait this time. Whatever game she wanted to play, it had been rigged for him to lose.  The lights finally came up. Sandra hopped out of her seat.  "C'mon," she told him. "You can walk me back to my car."  "And what if I don't?" he pouted.  "Then you don't get your phone back."  She had a point. He got up.  This time, Lance quickly walked ahead of Sandra. She noted his brusque manner. Clearly, the dude just wanted to put this evening behind him. Her stomach tightened with a sudden pang of regret. Yeah, he was dumb. But even dumb people had feelings.  More importantly, he looked hot as fuck. Lance dressed down for their date. He wore jeans and a tank top that showed off his tapered torso and powerlifter arms. She initially disapproved of his casual attire but it suited him well. With a body like that, the muscular Adonis didn't need to wear much anything at all.  The parking lot had emptied save for Sandra's white van and Lance's motorcycle. He headed towards her vehicle.  "Well... it's been interesting," he told her wistfully. "Can I get my phone back now?"  "Only after you kiss me goodbye."  Her date groaned. Lance had endured enough of her "Lucy and the football" routine for one night. Lance leaned down and offered a chaste peck on her cheek, the kind a 10-year old gave to his clingy grandmother.   However, no sooner had he pulled away than Sandra grabbed him by the shoulders, spun him around, and backed him into the wall of her van. She stood upon the toes of her stiletto heels and planted a scorching kiss on the mouth. Her hips bumped and ground against his crotch with the seductive power of a burlesque queen.  Lance's willpower melted like butter in a frying pan. He could feel the blood draining out of his head and into his inflating monster. It seemed as if his massive organ deprived his brain of an adequate blood supply for rational thinking. Though his medical theory might have been dubious, he clearly thought with his dick.  With his mind on autopilot, Lance quickly reverted to form. Without a second thought, his hands snapped forward, grasping her flared hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her luscious bottom. Before she could react, he pivoted, spinning the two of them around to reverse their positions. Her back hit the side of the van with a metallic thump.  Lance pinned her hands against the van and closed in for another kiss. Sandra marveled at their difference in size. Standing six-and-a-half feet tall, the superstud resembled a human wall of muscle and cock. Sandra felt his jeans tent with an obscene bulge. Noticing her reaction, a wicked grin spread across his face. "If you liked Fellini's 8 1/2," he gloated. "You're gonna love Lance Leo's 10 1/2!"  c o n s e n s u a l ( iii ) Quick as lightning, Sandra kneed him in the groin. Lance staggered back a couple steps and clutched his privates in exquisite agony. Not even the mightiest brute could withstand such a vicious blow. Lance's expression grew angry and ominous. She had violated the most sacred part of his body.  Lance's exuberant masculinity had a dark side. Its name was violence. Beneath the façade of an ultra-hedonistic playboy, lurked a modern-day savage of animal passions. A man like him could fight as easily as he could fuck. Not even the biggest jocks at school messed with Lance. She heard he had ties to biker gangs. They hired the alpha thug as an enforcer to settle disputes.  "MOTHERFUCKER!" thundered the raging manbeast. Lance wound up his arm and smashed his fist into the side of her van. He clearly hadn't aimed for Sandra but the damage still unnerved her. The powerful blow left the indentations of his knuckles in the metal sheeting.  "Did anyone ever say that you look sexy when you're mad?" Sandra asked him without missing a beat.  Lance didn't answer. He stood his ground with crossed arms.  "So here's the deal," she told him. "I want to lie down for a minute. You either can get in the van or go home." With that, she unlocked the back door and got into the back of her vehicle. Lance hesitated. Some heinous shit could go down in there. Then again, he'd never find out what could have been. So Lance crawled inside.  "Shut the door," she told him. He did. The interior became pitch black. The space wasn't uncomfortable though. A queen-sized mattress covered the entire floor.  Sandra paused for a moment. She listened to his breath and the pounding of his heart. Lance felt so close that Sandra could taste him. She reached out and touched his thigh. The contact startled him. He drew back.  "Don't be scared," she reassured him. Sandra sidled up to him on all fours. She lightly caressed his muscular arm with a fingertip, tracing the contour of his peaked bicep. The supersized limb was a fifty-bound battering ram. She had no doubt his fists broke bones. And, truth be told, it turned her on. She wanted to make love to the biggest, baddest boy in town.  Despite all her dating jitters that night, Sandra suddenly felt completely in her element. In the darkness, the introspective teen had transformed into Red Sonja, a warrior woman of pagan desires. But, unlike the comic book, she would embark on the sort of adventure that lay outside the bounds of the G-rated Marvel Universe.  To understand Sandra's sexual fantasies, one had to be familiar with the sword-and-sorcery tale of Conan and Red Sonja. In the comic, the male-female barbarian duo joined forces to conquer evildoers in the Hyborian Age. However, to Sandra's eternal disappointment, the superheroine never hooked up with Conan.  The comic book had an explanation for their emotional distance. Though the pair fought together, Sonja proved fiercely independent and often defied her companion. They endured a very tense relationship and even came to blows on occasion. To complicate matters, Conan was attracted to Sonja but she always rebuffed his advances. The swordswoman vowed never to lie with a man who could not defeat her in combat.  Despite this backstory, Sandra embellished the narrative in her own mind. In return for his pledging eternal loyalty and allegiance, she eventually would offer herself to Conan. And together, the comic book heroes would attain sexual Valhalla.  Lance wasn't Conan. He was a horny teenager that used his big dick as a ticket for a lot of casual sex. Yet the darkness allowed Sandra to dream. She could be someone else in another time and place.  "Take it out," Sandra ordered.  "Huh?"  "I want you to show me your dick."  Lance hesitated. No girl ever spoke to him so directly.  "Hey," began Sandra. "I just want to make sure you're OK. I didn't mean to kick you in the balls. Not that hard at least."  Lance still felt unsure. Would she bite it off or something?  "C'mon. Don't be a pussy."  Sandra heard a zipper. Lance pulled down his pants. She reached down between his legs and grabbed his tool, first with just one, then with two hands. She had seen and touched him before but the contact still sent a chill up her spine. He was fucking massive.  "Looks OK to me," she told him in flirtatious voice that hid her mounting excitement.  "How can you tell?"  "Because you're hard as a rock," laughed Sandra. He laughed a bit too.  "Listen, I'm sorry for hurting you like that. Let me make it up to you."  With that, Sandra slowly stroked his shaft with both hands. The organ felt hot and heavy in her grasp. Even in the dark, she sensed his size. It made her clit throb. Sandra had been with other men and there was no comparison.  "Like what you see?" he asked.  "We're in the dark," she told him curtly. Though technically true, Sandra preferred the darkness for another reason. It cloaked all the desire in her eyes, the burning urge to feel his gigantic prick thrusting inside of her. If he knew how badly she wanted him, the game would be over.  Sandra leaned in. Lance felt her hot breath against his cockflesh. Her tongue reached out, flicked his glans, and traced the underside of his shaft. She hawked up a glob of saliva and spat on his dick, letting it dribble down his length. Lance moaned as she flicked, dragged, and gently pushed her wet tongue along his prick. The teen stud couldn't believe what was happening. He was going to lay Sandra Kong!  The anticipation of impending sex caused his prick to lurch upward, smacking her right on the nose. The cockslap wasn't painful but its force startled Sandra. She grabbed the base with both hands to immobilize his love muscle. It felt like wrestling a python.  Having steadied his rod, she moved her head back, yanked it downward, and aimed the fist-sized knob at her open mouth. Not missing a beat, her head snapped forward and engulfed him.  "Oh, fuck!" Lance growled in a rumbling baritone, his senses immersed in pure pleasure as inch after inch sank into her hot, moist mouth. Sandra's jaw tensed up as she descended. Lance was forearm-thick from head to tip. But the vixen had an iron will.  Sandra paused to relax her throat muscles. She breathed through her nose. Suddenly, the jezebel shoved her head downward, forcing the rest of him down her throat. "Holy shit!" he groaned as her lips reached the base of his cock. No girl ever took the whole thing.  Lance took long and deep breaths, sustaining the ecstatic tension that seethed in his loins. He could have blown his load then and there. While the teen stud loved having a stallion-sized prick, women struggled to perform fellatio on him. He barely made it past their lips before they gagged on his knob. But Sandra had honed her skills for weeks on an oversized dildo. The fellatrix dedicated her body and soul to the erotic art of deep throating. She wanted to blow him away... literally.  Sandra bobbed her head up and down, listening to his labored breath. Though blowing a dude supposedly demeaned a woman, she felt more empowered than degraded. Sandra owned his dick. He never had met a woman like her before.  Without warning, her mouth slid up and off his straining erection. "Please, babe," he moaned desperately. "Don't leave me high and dry." Sandra ignored his plea. Lance didn't ask again. The psycho babe was calling the shots... for now at least.  Sandra shimmied out of her jeans. She tossed her damp panties at his face. The van filled with the heady aroma of ripe, moist cunt. Sandra lied back on the mattress and spread her legs. "Eat me," she told him simply.  Lance didn't hesitate. He practically dove between her open thighs. Sandra let out a faint moan as he positioned his face at her junction. Lance ran his tongue along the crease between her pussy and thigh. Her flesh possessed a smooth texture, freshly waxed without even a day's growth of stubble. She must have shaved for tonight. Lance brought his head to lick her other crease.  Lance hoisted Sandra's thighs off the mattress, spreading her wider for greater access to the jezebel's juicy sanctum. His tongue skimmed her wet folds, swabbing the pussy nectar along her slit before stopping just short of her throbbing clit. Lance paused, letting her excitement mount. She bit her lip in anticipation.  His tongue gently flickered against her pleasure nub. Her clit twitched with lust as the tiny organ emerged from its hood. Sandra's head tilted back and her entire body relaxed as his tongue bat her love nubbin to and fro with the skill and accuracy of a boxer on a speed bag.  Sandra grabbed two fistfuls of his long hair and shoved his face deep between her thighs. Despite his dim-bulb demeanor, Lance possessed remarkable oral prowess. Sandra did not expect much from a guy like him when it came to eating pussy. She hooked up with women for that. But Lance knew just how to stroke her with his gentle yet seductive touch.  The teen heartthrob was not unaware of his talent. Though most guys provided only the most cursory of cunnilingus, Lance loved to get under the hood of a chick and perform the dirty work she needed to get off. Though the cocksman's promiscuity earned him substantial notoriety, it also gave him a lifetime of experience on how to please a woman down there.  Sandra might have been a prickly pear of a woman. But under the skin, she tasted sweet and juicy. Lance simply devoured her, sucking her soft folds into his mouth, his tongue darting in and out of her hole before plunging all the way inside.  A loud gasp escaped her mouth. No lover, male or female, had pleasured her so skillfully. Lance had a long, flexible tongue that hung past the bottom of his chin when fully extended. The serpentine organ could assume virtually and shape or angle inside a pussy.  Sandra felt his tongue curve upward as it stroked the front wall of her vagina. "Oh, my God!" she cried out. Sandra knew immediately what his tongue had uncovered. Lance was stroking her G-spot with the tip! Sandra barely could find the elusive spot with a specialized sex toy but the oral virtuoso had closed in on it within seconds.  "Harder," she demanded in a quiet voice. Lance withdrew his tongue and plunged a finger - a big one - into her twat. The metal floor of the van creaked loudly as her back popped into an arch. Her breathing deepened with raw hunger.  "You like that, babe?" he rumbled. Sandra didn't answer. Her head spun with unfamiliar but delightful sensations. She felt her legs twitch and her nipples harden into diamond-tipped spikes. Noting her excitement, Lance decided to proceed slowly. With his legendary size, skill, and stamina, the superstud knew he would make Sandra experience things she never experienced before. The headstrong beauty might not like him but she would desire him before the end of the night.  The teen stud fingered her slowly, long tantalizing strokes with just enough pressure to stimulate her Gräfenberg. "Faster," she finally told him. Lance gradually picked up the pace and added a second finger. As the gentle strokes transformed into aggressive finger thrusts, Sandra heard wet, sloshing noises come from between her legs. She never felt so moist and open down there.  Just when Sandra thought her pleasure had plateaued, Lance dipped his head between her legs and gave her throbbing clit a long, wet lick. Her body tensed up instantly. By stimulating the two focal points of her sexuality at the same time, Lance flipped a switch in her mind and body. She screamed at the top of her lungs and humped his face like an animal in heat. Sandra no longer cared about the stigma of slumming with a low-class teenage gigolo. She needed to quench her eighteen-year hunger for a real man.  The playboy sensed her desperate lust with delight. She wanted it as badly as he did. Without a second thought,  Lance planted his mouth on her clit and gently nipped the bud with his lips. "AUUUNNNNNGHHHH!" growled Sandra as he sucked, nibbled, and tugged at her pulsating love nipple.  Basically, the virtuoso was giving her a clitoral blowjob. Combined with the dance his fingers performed on her G-spot, Lance thrust her into an erotic delirium where nothing was forbidden and everything was permitted. Her thoughts dissolved as an enormous pressure built in her molten core. She sensed the mass of her impending orgasm and its dimensions almost scared her. The jezebel grabbed a fistful of bedsheet in either hand and braced herself...  Everything went black for an instant. When Sandra came to her senses, she found herself screaming profanities that would have made a porn actress blush. Her fingers clawed the mattress, her toes curled, her hips flew upward, her back stiffened. Then every muscle in her body contracted so hard that she barely could breathe. The heated moment seemed to last forever as a riptide of pleasure tore through her quivering flesh.  With his tongue and fingers skillfully operating her erogenous triggers, Lance sustained her climax for an unusually long time. The sensations were simultaneously amazing and unbearable. It felt like touching the sun. The sexual prodigy had brought her into contact with an infinitude of bliss that she had only glimpsed in her most heated moments.  Suddenly, Sandra felt like she would piss herself. The urge to pee didn't alarm her. She knew her body. Lance had stimulated the glands beneath her G-spot. They had swelled up with female ejaculate. After one particularly well-aimed stroke of his index finger, her pussy burst open like a broken water main, dousing Lance's face in love nectar.  "Fuck yeah!" Lance spurred her on. "Squirt for me, babe."  Sandra could not help but admire his enthusiasm. Any other guy would have freaked out at having his face soaked like that. But her response actually invigorated the ladykiller. He doubled down on her box, wallowing in her pungent liquidity.  With a deep groan, she lurched back against his hand, forcing his fingers further inside. Lance luxuriated in her velvety warmth. Her gates had opened. She would not be able to resist him much longer. His fingers withdrew all the way to the tips and thrust inside harder. They pulled out and shoved in again. He was fucking her now.  Another wave of pleasure pounded her body. Sandra felt her vaginal muscles clamp down and blast another powerful jet of female ejaculate. "Oh, my God!" she blurted out in a high-pitched cry, startled by the volume of her voice.  Her hips instinctually drew back from his probing fingers, retreating from the overwhelming stimulation. Before she could get away, his free hand grasped her thigh. Lance didn't grab it forcefully. Rather, he offered a steady hand to guide his lover through her tempestuous climax.  Sandra marveled at how big and strong his hand felt wrapped around her hip. His fingers latched onto the front of her hipbone with the thumb wrapped all the way to her spine. His grip seemed light but his left hand firmly held her in as his right finger-banged her twat.  Sandra closed her eyes and imagined them together. The sexy manbeast would get behind her, grasping her butt with those big hands, and fill her again and again with his huge fuck club. The vixen would not have to conceal her secret with him. Sandra loved big dicks. He would give her the pounding she had craved all her life. Just the thought of that stirred something magical in the very core of her body. Its magnitude and intensity rendered her almost helpless.  Sensing her excitement, Lance withdrew his fingers and grasped her thighs, prying them wide open and burying his face in her gash. His long tongue darted inside her pussy. Her vaginal muscles clamped down, drawing the organ deeper inside her body until he unfurled himself to the root. Without a second thought, he stiffened his tongue and stabbed her G-spot with the tip. "Oh, Lance!" Sandra cried out, using his name for the first time during their encounter. The ladykiller held her as tightly as he could as she bucked and writhed against his face.  Sandra didn't make a sound. A tsunami of white-hot sensation exploded out of her center. Her ears thudded with the pulse of blood, the pressure so intense that her eyes felt like they would bug out of their sockets. As Sandra's climax peaked, the intensity paralyzed her. The wave didn't recede, it just seemed to grow and grow until a blinding light flashed behind her eyes.  When Sandra came to, she never felt so relaxed. Even the vixen's best orgasms always left her wanting more. Yet she actually felt satisfied for the moment. No, the willful jezebel had not submitted to the Lothario. Rather, she simply had let go.  Lance switched on the dome light in the storage area. The playboy didn't wear anything but a smile as he searched the pockets of his jeans for a condom. Sandra must have passed out because Lance didn't acknowledge her. "Fuck," he muttered to himself. "Where are the Mags?" Lance knelt down to rifle through the sheets.  Sandra stayed quiet and just gazed at him. His physique caused her heart to skip a beat. He shaved everywhere besides a small tuft of hair above his groin. His smooth skin glistened under a light sheen of sweat, making his muscles look that much more hard and ripped. Then her eyes drifted to his crotch. His limp schlong dangled all the way to his knees. Even at rest, she never had seen one that big.  Lance slowly turned around and met her gaze.  "Do you like what you see, Sandra?" he asked her point blank.  She didn't say anything but gave the slightest of nods.  "It's okay to look. I know I'm not like other guys. Sometimes girls get curious because I happen to be a bit above average."  "Does it ever bother you to be different?" she asked him with genuine interest.  "Not really," he answered. "To be honest, I like being me." Lance's response felt self-assured but not smug.  A moment passed. Lance lay down beside Sandra on the mattress. Her hand crept up his right arm, tracing its contours and rigid definition.  "Why are you always flexing your arm?" she asked him. "Are you trying to impress me?"  "What do you mean?"  "Like right now. You're flexing it."  "No, I'm not."  "Your arm feels hard as a rock. You're clearly flexing it. Can't you relax around me?"  "It's not flexed, babe," he told her. "This is flexed."  Lance raised his right arm and clenched his fist. Even with his forearm at a 90-degree angle, his bicep looked huge. As Lance's arm began to bend inward, the muscle grew from the size of a grapefruit to a melon. Sandra just stared at it for a few seconds. She had fantasized about guys with guns like that but never saw one up this close.  "Can I touch it?" Sandra asked hesitantly. Her heart raced as she awaited his response. Sandra's reserve surprised her a bit. Why didn't she just feel up his arm if she fancied it? But Sandra had made more of a confession than a request. She was a slut for muscle.  "Go ahead and touch it, babe," he finally told her. "Don't be shy." Lance hadn't judged her. Sandra reached out to his arm and squeezed the peaked bicep in one hand. It felt like a boulder. She brought over her other hand to encompass its full mass.  "Incredible," Sandra whispered to herself in a voice so low that not even Lance heard it. "How is this possible?"  Lance heard her question.  "Cause I lift weights every day. I can bench 400 pounds."  "Why do you work out?" she asked curiously.  "Dunno," he smiled. "It gives me something to do when I'm not banging chicks."  Sandra's expression soured after the last comment so Lance changed the subject.  "Check this out," crowed the teen hunk. He knelt in front of Sandra and thrust his chest in her face. She stared into the deep canyon between his hard, massive pecs. Lance flexed his chest, causing the slabs of muscle to grow even larger. "Touch them," he murmured. "I know you want to." Sandra laid her palms on his pectorals. The slabs of muscle rose and fell in her grasp. But, more notably, his nipples became erect. Her touch excited him.  c o n s e n s u a l ( iv ) Lance slowly un-flexed his chest but his act had just begun. He was a master of muscle control and had perfected the art of the pec dance. He relaxed and contracted his pecs, causing them to twitch and bounce as if the muscles had a mind of their own. Then the teen tensed up his chest and caused the breastplate of muscle to ripple in little waves. Sandra actually could feel the striations of his muscle fibers move beneath her hands.  "You know," she began with just the hint of a flirtatious smile. "This is sort of ridiculous."  "You mean, 'ridiculously sexy,'" he countered.  Lance wasn't wrong. His parlor trick might have been cheesy but it turned her on.  "Now for the grand finale," he announced, scooting back from Sandra. "You're gonna love this."  Still on his knees, Lance closed his eyes and took a long deep breath. As he exhaled, his chiseled abs tensed and his limp dong lurched upward before falling against his thighs with a meaty slap. The teen stud slowly inhaled another lungful of air, his expression demonstrating absolute focus. Lance contracted his pelvic floor, pumping blood into his organ. His prick leapt higher this time. It did not fall back to his knees but stood under its own weight, wavering at a quarter-mast.  Lance repeated the process, slowly ratcheting his tool upward. With each breath, he grew longer and thicker. The size intimidated Sandra yet his calm demeanor neutralized her fears. Lance had lost his usual smug attitude. He almost seemed meditative.  Lance opened his eyes. Neither of them spoke. It wasn't necessary. The moment had arrived. Taking the initiative, Sandra went to the glove compartment and took out an unopened box of Magnum XL condoms. She pulled out the strip of rubbers and opened one of the wrappers.  Though Sandra had thought a lot about intercourse with him, she had no idea about how to suit up his erection. The process began smoothly. Grabbing the base of his prong in one hand, her other stretched the rim of the rubber over his fat knob. It barely fit. She then tried to roll the condom down his shaft. No go. He was simply too thick. As she struggled, his boner lurched upward again with a fresh surge of blood and split open the latex. Fuck.  "Let me do it," Lance told her quietly. He tore open another wrapper and sheathed himself in one smooth motion. Sandra noted how quickly and easily Lance suited up. The playboy definitely knew what he was doing. Though she maintained a defiant attitude, his hedonistic expertise intimidated her. The ladykiller would compare her to other women he had slept with. At the same time, his wealth of experience got her hot. There would be no adolescent fumbling with a guy like him.  The fox lied back on the mattress and spread her legs. Lance climbed between her thighs and lined up his rock hard python with the Sandra's wet slit. Her spine tingled with a frisson of excitement. His body oozed testosterone. Yet Sandra felt strangely in her element. She had become Red Sonja to his Conan.  Lance leaned down and gave her a long and tender kiss. As they made out, he slowly ground his the underside of his erection against her moist gash, exerting a delicious pressure against her clit. "Fuck me," she whispered under her breath as they broke their kiss.  The teenage rakehell knelt up between her legs. He playfully slapped his fuck club against her pussy. Each smack packed much more force than she expected. As if sizing her up, he laid his fuck club along the length of her lower abdomen. His fist-sized knob reached way, way past her navel. Where would he put it all?  Sandra could not help but feel a bit anxious at that moment. The buxom bombshell lay on her back, legs spread as wide as she could manage as the rakish brute loomed over her, his visage chiseled with an expression of absolute concentration, his torso flaring wide like the hood of a cobra, perfectly defined from his jutting pecs to the eight-pack abs that led to the ten-inch pussy magnet which sprang out of his loins.  Lance looked simply incredible. He was an X-rated version of Conan with his comic book physique and obscenely large phallus. Sandra had no doubt the alpha stud would fuck her to an inch of her life. The normally guarded female felt oddly aroused by her vulnerability. The size queen finally found a man worthy of claiming her.  The teen hunk pushed his hips forward, the tip of his fuck spear nosing into her labia. She literally quivered with anticipation. With another gentle thrust, Lance wedged his cockhead into the jaws of her snatch. His abs tensed up into blocks of granite as he bore down on Sandra, prying his lover open bit by bit, until his big knob popped inside of her quinny. Sandra could not help but gasp aloud. He was way, way bigger than any guy she had before. Her pussy had never been stretched like this.  "Relax, babe," Lance whispered in her ear. "We're gonna take this really slow. This ain't about me. It's about you."  "Isn't about me," she corrected him. "Ain't is not a word."  They both laughed a bit before he pushed in a few more inches. Sandra began to quiver again. Her clit throbbed and her nipples grew stiff. She was already on the verge of coming. Lance sensed her excitement. His lover jammed her eyes shut and slowly breathed in and out. Her vaginal walls twitched rhythmically for a couple beats as a wavelet of pleasure radiated from her loins and washed over her body. Lance kept still until she opened her eyes.  "You like that?" he beamed. She nodded weakly from her minor orgasm. "Good. You're going to be doing a lot of that tonight." His words felt more like a statement of fact than a boast.  "More," she whispered under her breath. "I want it." Sandra flinched at the tone of desperation in her voice. She could no longer conceal her burning urge. Lance shoved in another two inches. He went deeper than any partner had ever gone before, touching forbidden places that remained out-of-reach to other guys. Sandra felt like she was losing a second virginity to him, as though everything the ingénue experienced so far in her love life had been a mere prelude to what would happen tonight.  Sandra lightly squeezed her walls against his shaft. His pole felt like a bar of steel. Lance wasn't just huge. He was hard. She ventured a firmer squeeze. His unyielding erection didn't budge in the slightest. Sandra clamped down on him with all her strength. She performed Kegel exercises every morning and had enough strength to push a guy straight out of her vaginal cavity. But Lance's alpha cock stood its ground.  "Fuck, yeah," the teen stud murmured in his sensual baritone, as she flexed her vise-tight walls against him, every hot and wet fold of her luscious interiors milking his meat. Lance had plunged himself inside hundreds of girls and each pussy felt delightful and different wrapped around his cock. But of all the women he ever loved, none of them pleased him like this babe. If Cinderella had been a big dick playboy, Sandra was his glass slipper.  Lance paused for a moment and slowly breathed in and out.  "What are you doing?" she asked.  "Letting you adjust," he lied. "I'm pretty big for you." In truth, Lance had to adjust. He could have blown his wad in her right then and there.  "I'm good," she told him. "Keep going."  Sandra's depths felt genuinely alive. Her vaginal muscles twitched against his shaft and rippled in powerful waves that no red-blooded male could endure for long. Lance prided himself on his control. He distinguished himself as a marathon lover, one reason so many females sought out his company. But no woman tested his resolve like Sandra. Lance moaned quietly as her twat gripped his tool with a particularly strong spasm. He had to keep moving before she finished him off.  As Lance resumed his inner-journey, he felt the rim of his condom slip inside Sandra's pussy. That marked an important milestone. Fully unrolled, a Magnum XL condom measured 8.15" and exposed the last couple inches of his supersized shaft. However, he almost always bottomed out before reaching this point.  "Keep going," she ordered him.  "Are you sure?" he asked.  "Do it."  Lance marveled at her hunger. While he could get nine or ten inches into a girl on occasion, it required effort and never happened on the first date. Sandra felt deliciously tight but her vagina seemed nearly bottomless. The well-hung Casanova had never encountered a partner with such a deep cervix.  Sandra winced just a bit when he finally hit her barrier.  "Sorry," he whispered.  "Sorry for what?" she asked. "Because you have a big dick."  Lance smiled. He had begun to realize his date was a major size queen.  "Babe," he winked. "I think I was built for loving you."  Lance carefully maneuvered himself even deeper. The final inches would be explosive. Though the plebeian playboy knew next to nothing about gynecology, he had developed an impressive expertise of female sexual anatomy through his prolific exploits. In particular, the ladykiller acquired a sixth sense for pinpointing a lover's erogenous zones. If Sandra didn't know about her deep spot, she was about to find out...  Sandra noted the steely determination in his gaze. Along with unadulterated lust, his eyes betrayed utter dedication to her pleasure. She then glanced between her legs at the point where their hips met. With one last push, he hilted his mighty weapon inside her body.  Lance felt the tip of his prick slide into her cul-de-sac. Known to sexologists as the "posterior fornix," the juicy nook lay deep inside a chick. When greatly aroused, her cervix lifted upward in the vagina in order to allow access to the hidden passage. And after it opened, the fornix extended deep into the female body to accommodate a large sex organ.  Few guys knew or cared about the cul-de-sac but it played a central role in Lance's phenomenal lovemaking. Not only did the canal allow him to plunge his tool much deeper into a lover. Her deep spot resided in the secret cove, the ultimate wellspring of vaginal orgasms.  Sandra's entire body shivered with anticipation. The teen stud had entered her holy of holies, a place a no girly dick had a hope in hell of reaching. She could barely touch the spot with a dildo. But Lance's ten-and-a-half inch ladykiller nailed it dead center.  The well-hung Adonis leaned down and planted a firm and commanding kiss on her lips. He felt both rough and sensual just like a true man ought to be. As they made out, she felt it throbbing inside of her, her walls clinging to every ridge and vein. Even at rest, his tool exerted a subtle dominance, stretching her, filling her depths, scratching an eighteen-year itch that burned within. Out of nowhere, Sandra found herself shuddering and writhing beneath him. Just feeling that fuck club buried inside her depths had triggered a powerful orgasm.  Lance rose up, still joined to the groin with Sandra, as a thundering climax roiled her voluptuous body. He had to perform nearly ten minutes of steady inward thrusts and gyrations but she had taken the whole thing. No girl had ever done that. He wasn't exactly in love but it meant something.  Sandra loudly exhaled as Lance drew his hips back, unsheathing his weapon with tantalizing deliberation. His slow pace amplified and intensified her internal sensations. She could feel his flared helmet tugging against her tender walls, the friction causing little sparks of pleasure inside her channel. Then he suddenly reversed directions and drove himself forward.  Sandra's back instantly snapped into an arch. Her mouth gaped open in a silent cry. She clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug painfully into her own flesh. A shockwave of pleasure rocketed up her spine and exploded in her skull. The brute force of the crescendo left her wide-eyed and breathless, drowning in a bottomless sea of pleasure.  Lance watched Sandra come on his cock. The sight excited him but the urge to fire his load had dissipated. The sexual athlete had entered a calmer headspace as he focused upon his illicit mission. He would give Sandra the best fuck of her life. Such a feat required absolute concentration and dedication. Just like football, sex was a contact sport and the champion cocksman played to win.  After her orgasm finally subsided, the teenage stallion pulled back again until only his knob remained lodged in her snatch. Without warning, his hips hammered forward, claiming her most intimate depths. A long, low, throaty moan exited her lips. Lance didn't pause this time. His hips drew back again and plunged once more into her wet, warm pussy.  Lance continued his thrusts and withdrawals, pounding her in a slow, torrid rhythm. Unlike most guys, he didn't rush. The well-hung Casanova didn't need to. Every stroke rocked her to the core, as his tool rode roughshod across her vaginal nerves and bottomed out in her cul-de-sac. The next orgasm hit. Hard. Sandra jammed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact. Stars exploded behind her eyelids. The orgasm felt like it blew out the back of her skull.  Sandra finally opened her eyes and gazed up at Lance. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat that accentuated his chiseled physique. The veins that capped his boulder biceps popped and pulsed with power as he plowed into her. His abs flexed inward on each outstroke. She also noted his groin was coated in a thick layer of pussy nectar. Sandra must have squirted all over the mattress during her last orgasm.  Lance picked up the pace, hammering the lusty size queen with his forearm of a phallus. His dark long hair fanned out in waves, framing his smoldering visage of animal desire. Sandra could feel the entire van rocking on its shocks as the raging manbeast slammed into her.  "Come for me, babe," he urged her in a whisper. "Do it."  And just like magic, her body seized up with yet another climax. But this time, the rakish brute sustained her at a fever pitch with his savage thrusts. Another peak lit up her nervous system before the last one even died down. The orgasms just kept coming. By either luck or skill, he tapped the deepest part of Sandra's vagina, drilling his big dick into her mother lode of pleasure.  As her thoughts dissolved into raw sensation, one impression persisted. No, she hadn't fallen in love with him. But the two of them shared an almost elemental connection. They were fire and ice, steaming up the windows of her van with the heat of their coupling. No matter how much she scorned the low-class Lothario, Sandra couldn't deny Lance was a literal force of nature. This hurricane of a man was ravaging her and she loved every fucking minute of it.  "Oh, Lance!" Sandra cried out, her voice quavering with emotion. "I want you."  Lance flashed a sexy grin. Tonight came about as close to heaven as he could get in the back of a van. Sandra wasn't just the hottest chick at Peoria Tech. The buxom jezebel had starred in his sexual fantasies for months. And, after months of heartache, he had finally claimed his prize. And she wasn't just wrapped around his finger. Lance had her wrapped around his cock.  As Sandra finally came down from her high, she couldn't help but notice his smug expression had returned. It looked like the smirk of a playboy who thought he gained the upper hand. Why had she called out his name like that before? The concession had emboldened him. Sandra would need to put him back in his place and quickly.  In a flash, the black belt bombshell slid backwards and decoupled from Lance. She sprang upright and assumed a defensive crouch. It happened so quickly that he didn't have time to react before she shoved him violently against the back doors to the van. His grin vaporized.  "It's my turn to have fun," she whispered in his ear. "Get on your back." It was a command, not a request.  Lance obediently lay down. His massive 6'6" frame occupied most of the mattress. Yet despite his bulk, Sandra loomed over him with an almost ominous air. His heart pounded with both terror and excitement as she climbed on top of her prey. With feline grace, the vixen positioned her crotch directly above his towering erection, braced her arms against his muscle-bound chest, and lowered her hips. His prick sank into her like a knife through butter.  "Listen, babe," she mocked him. "In this van, we do woman on top."  Lance was hardly in a position to complain. Sandra had to do all the work up there. He could lie back and watch the show. The temptress slid down his pole nice and slow. Her lips pouted in an "O" as she wedged his big knob into her cul-de-sac. That's all it took to get her off. She had a very erogenous deep spot.  With her arms still braced against Lance's pecs, Sandra dug her nails into the breastplate of muscle. She ground her crotch against his hips for a few seconds and then froze up. The vixen's tight velvet cunt clamped down on him with startling force. Her silence was deafening. Lance knew Sandra wasn't a screamer. But her face didn't lie. The babe was blissed out.  Sandra came so hard that it hurt. Her quinny contracted in a violent rhythm against his rock hard python, each squeeze sending a jolt of pain and pleasure up her spine. The size queen was still adapting to that forearm of a phallus. His girth stretched her walls farther apart than any dildo, its uncompromising dimensions glutting her deepest hungers.  Each subsequent contraction became less painful and more joyful. And there were so many of them! With other guys, the spasms began to weaken after a few seconds. But Lance had struck her orgasmic jackpot. The contractions were getting stronger and stronger. They made her head spin.  Lance gripped Sandra's hips to guide her movements as the jezebel worked his length in and out of her hot box. She soon went Category 5 on him, her big jugs bouncing violently up and down. The sight provoked an almost Pavlovian response in his loins. The alpha thug was no rocket scientist to begin with. But a pair of flying F-cups turned him into a drooling idiot. His time was about to come.  Desperate for release, Lance began hammering his hips upward, nailing Sandra's deep spot on every thrust. She responded by double-timing her ass up and down his pole, jamming his knob into her fornix. The last thing he remembered before his climax was her face. Sandra's expression became carefree and gleeful. It might have been the first time the ice babe ever looked truly happy.  Sandra humped his crotch harder and harder to push him past the point of no return. A well-aimed stroke nailed her deep spot, triggering another squirting orgasm. The stone cold fox came apart at the seams. Juices gushed out of her pussy like a river and doused his balls and thighs in love nectar. Her limbs thrashed in every direction with only his towering prick keeping her body anchored in position.  Before she could fall off of him, Lance's big palms slipped under her butt and he began to hoist her body up and down his ten-inch shaft. As her lust-crazed delirium plateaued, she noted his strength. Sandra might have remained on top but Lance had taken charge. His grip tightened and the rakish brute began to jerk himself off with her body, whipping her up and down like his personal sex toy. However, his burst of aggression ended as quickly as it erupted.  "MOTHERFUCKER!" he thundered. "I'M GONNA COME!"  Lance let go of Sandra's hips as his body arched into the air, his massive frame supported entirely upon his head and heels. His butt rose a foot off the bed with Sandra still mounted upon his pole. She braced her arms against the ceiling of the van to stay balanced and pushed herself downward, cramming every inner inch of her quinny with big, hard cock. She locked her ankles underneath his ass and gripped his waist in a scissors hold. The ride was about to get rough...    Sandra felt him pulsating inside of her. His hips bucked once, then twice, and a massive load of spunk surged up his mighty prickshaft. Sandra marveled at the heat and force of the blast. Even with a condom, she could feel him toss off inside of her. The eruption lasted nearly twenty seconds before it tapered off. For a moment, Sandra thought he had finished but Lance experienced orgasm on a different order of magnitude. That only had been his first wad. Suddenly, his glutes tensed up again and he fired an even more powerful jet into her depths.  "FUCK, YEAH!" he boomed in a deafening yell. "I'M COMIN' BABE!"  Sandra ground her hips against him in frenzied circles, trying to churn out his cream to the very last drop. Yet Lance seemed almost inexhaustible. No sooner did his muscles relax than his ass flew off the bed again and his prick blasted another round. The oversized cargo van lurched up and down on its rear shocks as the teen stallion thrashed about the mattress. Sandra fell on top of his chest. She hung on to his broad shoulders for dear life as the final waves of bliss crashed against his body.  The two of them just lay still for a few minutes. The dim interior of the van remained silent, save for their panting breaths and pounding hearts. Sandra opened her eyes. Noticing her gaze, a big smile spread across his face.  "That was so fucking hot, babe," he rumbled in his oily but undeniably sexy baritone. "I'm gonna be your back door man, make love to my girl every night."  It wasn't the most romantic thing Sandra ever heard but she graded on a curve when the dude had a ten-inch cock. At least, Lance seemed to mean what he said. The alpha thug was too dumb to be deceptive. His words sort of put her at ease.  Whatever stupid thing he might say next, Sandra had developed a chemical attraction to him. Her veins flowed with oxytocin, the love and bliss hormone that bonded a woman to a man when she came. And he had spiked her dopamine levels so high that her body floated on a cloud. It didn't matter what he made her think. She loved how he made her feel.  Lance rolled to her side, gently unsheathing himself from her luscious interiors. He noted with satisfaction that his Magnum XL hadn't slipped off despite their tempestuous encounter. The fit was snug but it stayed firmly in place. Sandra's eyes widened with fresh astonishment. He unloaded so much spunk into the condom that the tip had inflated into the size and shape of a large onion.  Her gaze did not go unnoticed.  "Yeah, babe," he chuckled. "Everything you heard about me is true. I spunk more than the rest of the football team combined."  Lance unrolled his bloated Magnum XL. He swiftly and neatly tied off the rubber. It looked like a small water balloon. He opened the back door to the van and flung it into the bushes. Lance turned back to face Sandra. That annoying smile of his widened even further.  "Why are you grinning like a moron?" she asked, unable to conceal her amusement.  "Cause I got a fine babe in my bed and the big dick she craves."  His riposte was about as subtle as the riff to an AC/DC tune. But he did not lie either. Lance was a man of simple pleasures.  "And this party is just getting started," he added, fishing out the long strip of condoms out of the bed sheets. The teen stud tore open another wrapper and suited up his erection faster than she could say "male sex god." Even after two hours of penetrative intercourse and a superhuman discharge of high-octane spunk, Lance remained hard as a rock.  Sandra actually could feel her vagina tenting for him as he crawled between her legs. Her cervix retracted deep into her body, lengthening and widening her passage for his invasion. Lance leaned down and planted a scorching kiss on her lips. It was a gigolo's kiss, skilled and charming. Yet Sandra wanted him all the same. She quietly moaned with longing.  "You thought it would be easy, huh?" he whispered into her ear as his loins probed the junction of her thighs. "I ain't done with you, babe."  "I am not done with you," laughed Sandra, correcting his speech again. Lance ignored her and pushed forward. His immensity consumed her, stretching apart her walls, plumbing her most intimate depths. No other man had what it took to make her feel this way. Tonight was going to be alright. s u p e r n a t u r a l       A long howl splits through the night air. Her breathing was coming in short painfully ragged breaths. Blind terror caused her heart to slam against her chest as a sheen of perspiration covered her skin. She could hear her pursuer coming up quickly behind her, ready to devour her. She ran through the forest, trees flying past her as she searched frantically for some form of escape.   Seeing a creek, she thought of losing her scent by running upstream. Frantically resisting the urge to scream or cry, she continued to run for her life, knowing he wasn't far behind her. He continued to follow her, sniffing, and inhaling her scent. Her scent called to him like a siren's song, enticing him to feast, luring him to taste her delicate flesh.   The hunt fired his need as he followed her through the forest, amid all the twists and turns. Following her scent to the creek, he realized she went up the creek to try to lose him and he growled in carnal lust as he prowled up the creek sniffing both sides or the bank for teasing whiffs of her. Finally, catching her scent, back on the bank, he continued his hunt, relentlessly. A howl peels the night again, the full moon sets the scene. Cold shivered down her spine and fear threatened to overwhelm her as a howl split the silence of the night. Running in earnest she started looking for higher ground, maybe a tree to climb, or some shelter to hide in... there had to be some form of sanctuary somewhere. The brilliant scent grew stronger as he got closer, the meandering grew less and less, knowing his prey was tiring, focused on just evading. He ran faster to get to her, going to higher ground as her trail lead him. Her heart was slamming against her ribs... breath coming faster and faster as she felt him gaining on her. Desperation spurred her on... panic began to set in. Deep breaths filled the barrel of his chest, which is how he kept breathing her in. His tender morsel was so close he could actually taste her. He saw her shadow, just on the edge of tree lines ahead of him.  She could almost feel his breath at her neck, she dodged frantically to her left. She sensed him nip at her heel, just missing her as she dodged and heard his guttural snarl as he turned, hot on her heels. She didn't waste any time by looking back ... She was running like her life depended on it... because it did. She leaped over logs and through the brush ... gasping for air... Licking his chops, his eyes were focused on her. The thrill of the chase gave that extra speed burst needed to snag her ankle and trip her up. He saw her tumble and roll to the ground, He ran past her slightly, encircling her. She rolled to a crouch, all the while keeping her eyes on him... panting trying to think of a way out. Too afraid to take her eyes off on him. Moving, circling he sized her up, noticed the stance, the breathing, her eyes were alert and wide with fear. Without hesitation he lunged for her, wrapped her in his wings while his arms captured her, proud of the fight in his tender morsel. Struggling against him, her body bucking, they rolled together, but she was unable to loosen his hold on her arms.  Pinning her down to the ground, he licked her cheek. She froze and looked up at him and began to shiver in fear and anticipation. Seeing her response, his eyes flashed, nostrils flaring, he flipped her over, facing the ground, his body pinned her down and quickly responded to her bodies heat.   Growling, he licked her neck up to her temple, tasting her skin, inhaling her scent and mounted her from behind. Shredding her pants, he removed all barriers. Driven wild by the chase, his hard shaft also, hunting and conquering its prey. Her back arched uncontrollably as he entered her, causing her ass to tilt up. This provided him with better access, which he took full advantage of as his breath hissed across the back of her neck and cheek.  Teeth bit into the back of her neck as his hips angled to slam every inch of his throbbing cock into her warmth, stabbing into her depths, working to seed her, breed her... claim her. As she felt his teeth at the back of her neck, she shuddered. The primal act... so carnal, sent desire coursing through her veins. As he slammed into her, she couldn't hide her soaring passions. With a feral intensity, he whispered, "Mine. When you cry a name, it will be mine! No one else's...MINE!" Breaching her cervix, with a gutteral growl, low and rolling like the distant thunder, then louder, pealing the night air as he roared to the heavens and the gods, "Mine!" Trembling with desire and passionate need... She couldn't deny him... She knew who she belonged to as she moved her hips with longing. Slamming her hips and stomach into the ground, he pounded into her again and again. Her body throbbed with an unrelenting delicious ache... need... hunger... Giving her everything he was, everything he had, his wings draped over her body as the rush continued to build. In return, she took all that he was, all that he had to give. She was eager for his seed... her body was close to the edge and continued to build. With a primal growl he bit down harder, marking her and making her his. Her head went back against his chest and shoulder. She could feel the muscles move, the scent of him filled her senses... She practically sobbed with desire as her needs grew and built. He continued to slam into her wet pussy faster and faster, his balls tighten and cock throbbed as his seed exploded into her fertile womb. Visceral primal hunger was driving him to ride her. She was surprised to hear her own voice... begging and pleading for release.  Breeding her, the violent eruption of his cum filled her quivering womb. She felt his cum slam against her walls,... and she knew she was his to seed. Biting her shoulder, sinking fangs deep, rending flesh, he drank of her blood as he filled her with his seed. Growling softly, "Mine. All mine. You belong to me! Give me what is mine... cum for me!" "Tenebra!" She cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. He felt her walls clenching, milking his cock and coaxing every drop of seed into her fertile pussy. "Tenebra!!" The name was torn from her and he kissed her lips as she screamed his name. He reached around and gently massaged her clit helping her to ride the waves of passion, sobbing his name helplessly. Eventually, she collapsed breathlessly, spent and weak.  His great tail wrapped around her throat and he gently cradled her in his arms. His tender morsel was a wonder to behold, glorious in her passion. Looking down at her his grip tightened on her protectively as he took wings into the sky. She held onto him without fear, knowing she was secure in his arms. He took them home, to the rabbit hole, their personal chasm of safety. b d s m ( i )         "Tonight was the night," Nell thought nervously, as she unbuttoned her work blouse and unzipped her black pencil skirt, letting it slide to the bathroom floor.   Looking at herself in the mirror standing in just her matching red lacy bra and panties she hoped he would like her body. She had worked out for the passed several weeks preparing for this night. As she stared at her body in the mirror her mind floated back to when they first talked.  They had met in an online chat room for Doms and subs. She was new to this lifestyle but very curious. His name was Lee and he had captured her interest immediately. That first night they had talked for hours. It had started off with the typical stuff at first, what you look like, can you send me a pic, what are you into, etc.   They traded pictures, both decent. It was her favorite picture of herself. It showcased her medium length dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was wearing her favorite yellow summer dress that showed off her legs and just the right amount of cleavage.   He had loved the picture, telling her that "her 34C breasts were a perfect handful and her dress accentuated her small waist and tummy." He had thought her smile was sweet and innocent but had betted that her true nature was anything but.  His picture had turned her on, even though he was fully clothed and there was nothing sexual in the picture. He exuded an air of control and strength that was very appealing to her. He was dressed casual in jeans and a black t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and strong arms.   A set of strong arms and hands on a man was a huge turn on for Nell, and she couldn't wait to feel them around her controlling her movements, pinning her down, and touching her in ways she had only read about. But the most arresting part of him was his eyes.   They were an intense blue that made her never want to look away. With his strong jaw and cheekbones, those gorgeous eyes, his dark hair, and his body, his picture made her nipples tighten up and she got goose bumps all over her imagining what he could do to her with his body. She realized she was rubbing her breasts over her bra as she was lost in thought over their first chat. She had to be careful she was told she could not cum until he told her. She unhooked her bra and slid her panties off to join the pile of clothes on the floor and stepped into the hot bubbly water in her large bathtub.   Tonight would be the first night that they would be together as Master and slave, though they had met several times before. As she relaxed in the bath she looked up at the clock and smiled when she realized he would be there in just less than two hours.   As she lay in the hot water she thought back to the meetings they had had before. The most they had done was heavy kissing, soft petting, and some light control to test her. She loved every moment of it.  When they had gone to this nice restaurant in town a couple of weeks ago he had ordered her meal for her and sat next to her with his hand on her thigh the whole time, teasing her. He would inch it closer to her crotch then pull away, driving her mad.   The only time he touched her between her legs was to check to see if she had followed his orders about not wearing panties. When he found out she obeyed he rewarded her with a bite of his cheesecake and a very intimate kiss in front of everyone as they were getting up to leave.   That kiss told everyone and herself that he owned her. She had walked out of there blushing to her ears but yet wanting more. She had tried to entice him to continue on the way back to her house but he just laughed softly and shook his head as he dropped her off. They had met four other times since that time at the restaurant and he had always been just as withholding and in control. It drove her mad! The last time they met they were going out for a drive and he had told her it was time to see if she was ready to be his slave. She was ready and it took all she had not to beg him to take her right there in the car.  "Nell, you will give me a key to your house and tomorrow I will come over at eight. You will be bathed and shaved clean. You will be waiting for me in the hallway on your knees, head bent, and nude. Your legs will be spread so you will be exposed to me. I will inspect you, humiliate you in the process, hurt you if you need to be punished, or just for fun. Do you want this and understand this all Nell?"  "Yes Sir, I do. I will follow your orders and be waiting for you. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time Sir. I am nervous and scared, but very excited. I cannot wait to feel you inside of me, to have you touch me, and control me."  He smiled at her softly and thanked her for her patience as he drove up to her house. "One more thing pet, from this point on, till tomorrow you will not pleasure yourself or cum without my presence. Is that clear?"  "Yes Sir, very clear, I will not pleasure myself. I will wait for you."  He kissed her passionately goodbye, letting his tongue explore her mouth while he grabbed her breast roughly. He walked her up to her door swatted her ass on her front porch in broad daylight and walked back to his car smiling to himself, knowing she was blushing again.  Thinking about his command not to pleasure herself brought her back to the present and she realized she was fingering her pussy. Even in the hot water she could feel how wet and hot she was. She looked at the clock again and realized she had just over an hour before he came over.   She knew she shouldn't but she was so nervous and touching herself relieved a bit of pent up energy. Nell continued fingering her pussy, sliding two fingers deep inside her, closing her eyes, enjoying the sensations that were spreading over her flat tummy and shaved pussy. She was so lost in her pleasure she didn't notice that Lee was standing in the doorway watching her, scowling. "Well this is not a good way to start now is it slut?" Lee demanded softly. Nell about jumped out of the bath. She screamed in surprise sloshing water all over the floor. "God dammit you scared the shit out of me!" "You are early!" She yelled at him, still a bit in shock. But quickly regretting her words and her actions knowing she had been caught.   "Oh God, Sir, I'm so sorry! You surprised me and I forgot myself! I was so nervous about tonight, and I was thinking about all the times we were together, and I needed to relieve myself a little. I know you said I wasn't allowed, but I wasn't even thinking Sir, I'm so sorry!"  b d s m ( ii )     "Shut up!" He interrupted her ramble. "It does not matter how nervous you were. You did not need to touch yourself, you wanted to, and by doing that you disobeyed me. It is okay though, you will learn your lessons on what happens to little sluts who disobey their Masters from the get go."   He strolled over to the side of the tub and removed his black shoes and socks, and took off his blue shirt. He looked so powerful and masculine standing over her in just his dark jeans, she thought. "Since you can't seem to follow the simple order of bathing yourself I will do it for you. Sit up straight, Nell." She sat up, scared and excited at the same time. She wanted to beg forgiveness but knew talking right now was probably not a good idea. She yelped as he grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her hair back. He kissed her mouth brutally. He used his teeth to bite her lips, and his tongue to gag her.   It was a punishing and bruising kiss. He let go of her hair to fill his hand with shampoo and began to scrub her hair roughly. His nails scratching her head and his fingers pulling on her hair, she whimpered in pain. "Please Sir, you are hurting me, I'm sorry!"  "I will hurt you if I want, Nell," he whispered in her ear, "You know what to say if you want me to stop. Just remember if you say your safe word we stop everything for tonight and you have to wait until I'm ready to try you out again."   She closed her eyes in resignation and tried to focus on the pleasure that was sure to come later. Shampoo was running down her face and in her eyes and he dumped cups of water over her head, making her gasp for air and sputter out water. "Now lay down my slut, legs bent and spread."  She hesitated only a minute but it was enough for him to push her back and slap her thighs apart. She was beat red with humiliation. She was completely exposed and it made her cunt so wet. Her rock hard nipples gave away her pleasure at his treatment of her and he laughed at her and gave her wet pussy one hard slap. She squealed but kept her position.  "Now since you were too busy disobeying my rules to wash yourself properly," Lee said, "I will have to finish washing you myself." He lathered up some soap on a washcloth and started washing her face. He rubbed the rough washcloth slowly over her eyes and down her cheeks, giving them a few good slaps with the wet cloth.   He grabbed her ears one at a time and pulled and scrubbed them clean as well. "Let's see if your face is clean now." he said as he bent down to her. He ran his tongue behind her left ear giving her the shivers all over. He kissed and licked all over her ear, nape, cheeks, and mouth.   She was squirming in the tub, wanting to feel him kiss her all over her body. He suddenly pulled away and stood back up. He unzipped his jeans and took his pants and boxers off and tossed them on the other side of the bathroom. He was hard and she stared at him with wanting.  He climbed in the tub with her straddling her waist on his knees. Lee took the bottle of body wash and held it high above her breasts and squirted the cold gel over her nipples, breasts, and tummy. She didn't know it was possible but her nipples got even bigger and tighter.   She reached her hands up to touch his hard cock but he slapped them away. "No, no my naughty slut, my cock is for your mouth later, and if you are a good girl then maybe your ass." With the wash cloth he began his rough assault again on her torso. He pinched her nipples hard; pulling and pinching till they were red and swollen. He leaned over and bit her right tit. He bit till he heard her scream and he had left an imprint of his teeth. "Feel like disobeying my rules now whore?" Lee asked.  "Maybe Sir," Nell saucily replied.  He slapped her tits hard for that remark but laughed at the same time. "You are very naughty indeed and could use a good hard beating I think." "Whatever you think is best Sir." "Throw one leg over the tub, Nell. Spread yourself wide for me. Let me see your dirty little cunt." She did as she was told, shivering out of both embarrassment and because the water was losing its heat. Lee sat back against the tub for a moment and just started at her cunt. He didn't say anything at first; just examined her. She tried to shift a bit under his stare but he held her hips tight with his hands.   After a good five minutes of him scrutinizing her he suddenly shoved 2 large fingers up her wet cunt. She was ready for him and he knew it. She moaned in pleasure and he slapped her thigh. "This is not for pleasure yet slut!" "You are still being punished!"  "I'm so sorry Sir, it's just that you feel so good, and I want you so bad!" Nell whined. "Soon enough Nell." He whispered. He took the wash cloth and started rubbing her pussy with it. It felt like he was going to rub her raw. He pinched her clit with cloth till she screamed again, and then decided she needed to be cleaned inside as well.   He wrapped the cloth around one of his fingers and started fucking her cunt with it. Like the slut she was becoming she was moving her hips against his fingers trying to get more. He slowly started to push the whole cloth up inside of her. She felt full but he kept shoving it deep inside her cunt till it all but disappeared. "Now you keep that inside of you baby girl, you hear?"  "Yes Sir, "she moaned.  He stood up and got out of the tub and found another washcloth. He soaked it with soap and water and helped her out of the tub as well. "Nell, I need you to get on the floor on your knees with your stomach hanging over the tub, so you are half in and half out." She did as she was told, shaking now from the cold and nerves.   She was clenching her pussy tight, not wanting to let the cloth start to slip out. With her bent over the tub and her ass sticking out for him to see he spread her ass cheeks and washed them thoroughly. He even slipped the cloth in her ass rimming her with his finger making sure she was all clean.   This was the ultimate humiliation for her, being degraded and bathed like this. She loved every minute of it. As she was trying to control her moans of pleasure she felt the wet rag being slapped against her ass, hard. She cried out in surprised pain as he slapped her ass again and again with the wet cloth.   He would wind it up and fling her ass with it like high school boys do to each other in the locker room. She could feel the welts rising on her butt and it felt like it was on fire. He didn't let up for at least five minutes of non stop slapping. She was crying at this point and begging him to stop. He was enjoying watching her ass jiggle with each slap and her tits bounce as she wiggled in pain.  Finally Lee stopped and leaned over her bent wet body. "Are you sorry my dear?" "Yes, Sir. I'm very sorry Sir. I'll listen to you from now on. I promise Sir." Nell cried. "Good girl. Now stay just like that." He stepped into the tub and walked in front of her with his cock hanging in front of her face. "Now suck it slut!" She ran her tongue from the base to the tip of his long hard cock. She took him all in her mouth and sucked hard on him; running her tongue all around him. He started to fuck her mouth hard, shoving his cock down her throat. She choked a few times and had spit running down her chin.   He grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth even harder; forcing his cock so deep that her nose was pressed against his stomach and she could barely breathe. He finally pulled out of her mouth and gave her a reprieve. He pulled the cloth out of her pussy to have a flood of her pussy juices run down her thighs. "You enjoy this, don't you Nell?"  "Yes Sir, I do." He walked back around to her ass and rubbed his wet cock all over her ass. "I told you that if you were a good girl I would fuck your ass, and I think that you have done very well for your first punishment, Nell. " "Finger your pussy with as many fingers as you can fit inside while I fuck your pretty ass baby doll."   Nell worked four fingers into her tight pussy. Fucking herself deep as she felt his cock push against her anus. She felt him enter her slowly and it took all she had not to cum right then. He pushed all of his cock inside her ass and began to fuck her gently this time; letting her have her pleasure. "When I tell you to come, Nell, I want you to come."  "Yes Sir, thank you Sir." He could feel her muscles tightening and knew she was losing her control. "Now Nell, cum NOW!" With that command, she came hard. Her pussy muscles clamping around her fingers and her whole body shaking with her orgasm. He suddenly pulled out of her ass and stepped in front of her again.   He shoved his cock in her mouth making her clean it off from her ass. She was disgusted but still turned on by such a lewd act. She sucked him off, tasting her ass on him, making herself cum again. "Climb back in the tub and lie on your back slut!" He commanded.   She did as she was told just as he sprayed her face, tits, and stomach with his cum. He leaned down kissed her mouth and whispered in her ear, "such a good little cum slut." With that he got out leaving her on the tub floor exhausted, and turned on the cold shower.   "Now finish washing yourself like you were told and then join me in the bedroom, slut." She lied there shivering from the cold water, shaking from her orgasms, and blissfully happy, hardly able to wait to see what was coming next. i n t e r r a c i a l     "We are gathered here today for a most joyous union." The priest had a kindly smile on his pale thin lips. I smiled nervously behind my veil, trying not to glance at my loving soon to husband. The truth behind my nervousness was a lot more than innocent, and had more to do with the man that stood directly behind my loving fiance James. His name was Isaac and he had a hard ebony body that was twice the size muscle, and length wise as James. I glanced at him then looked away just as quick, deciding to rest my eyes on the floor. I wasn't sure what it was about Isaac but something about him frightened me, that and what he did to me mere hours away from the wedding, I suppose I should start where it all began. ... I was standing in front of a full length mirror, examining how I looked in my wedding dress. I'm what many have accused as being a model but in truth I've always been your average Southern Belle with pale skin and long flowing blonde hair, and dark green eyes. One thing I've always been uncomfortable with was my full D breasts and the way they stood out. I noticed how guys would always stare at them, with thinly disguised hunger. Many of my girlfriends would often say, "Damn Kathy! You are one beautiful woman, I wish I was as good looking as you sugar!" Yet despite all the claims of beauty, I never really saw much in what they said. I now saw what my friends meant. On a whim I decided to slip my more traditional bridal panties off and slipped on the white see through ones. It wouldn't hurt to be a little naughty tonight, I was getting married after all! With a sigh she went through the painstaking process of making myself look flawless. I could care less if my friends thought I looked beautiful, I was determined to make this - A loud knock at the front door interrupted my musings. I stood nervously, feeling a twinge in my stomach as I thought for sure it would be James's mother who never seemed to care for me all that much. When I opened it I nearly closed it again but instead said with a smile that showed off my pearly white teeth, "Hey Isaac. What can I do for you? Isaac had that ever cocky smile on his thick lips as he sized me up like I was some whore, rather than his best friends soon to be wife. I hated that look but whenever I brought it up, James would just shrug and say Isaac did that to all the girls. Finally James told Isaac to back off when I pestered him enough, but still the bastard would do it whenever James wasn't around. It looked like I would have to have another talk with my husband after the ceremony. "Damn girl, you are one fine looking bitch." His eyes were drinking me in with a hunger that scared me. I still couldn't get over the fact that my loving James's best friend was black. He had a coldness to his eyes that bespoke of purpose but I was still puzzled what this was exactly. "Mind if I come in for a bit?" Isaac was a very intimidating man so when he asked, I found myself shrugging and letting him come in. I wasn't even sure why I did this, but I trusted the man. "Can't believe Jimmy's marrying a pretty woman like yourself." His voice was awash with emotion that I still didn't understand at this point. He was still looking at me with a hunger I knew was raw lust and it made me feel uncomfortable. "He doesn't like being called Jimmy." I replied back rather snappishly. "Ya don't like me do you?" His question was mildly put, but I still felt a chill creep up my spine. I decided at this point to level with him. So as I was painting my lips a lighter shade of red lipstick, I decided it was time to level with the man. "To be honest with you, no." "No? Come on, you haven't even given me a chance!" He sounded upset, but I wasn't about to back down. "It's cause I'm black aint it?" "Don't be ridiculous!" I snapped, although there was more truth to this question than I cared to admit. "I don't like the way you're checking me out all the time. Even now, after getting married in no more than two hours you are here. That isn't very nice to James or respectable to me." "Shit! Can you blame me?" His voice was a growl, it scared me more now as I realized that I was alone with this guy that I barely hung around with. "Yer one of the sexiest girls I know. Shit as many girls as I've fucked, I've never had a hot bitch like yourself." I didn't even bother to turn around, just concentrated on making sure I looked sexy in the little mirror. I was clearly feeling irritated as I hated when someone used the B word. Not to mention how Isaac seemed to love to lust after me, even though he had his fair share of women to pick from. With a sigh, I put the lipstick down and turned, and bit off a cry at the sight that greeted me. Isaac was completely nude with the exception of his socks. This was startling enough, but what kept my eye was how Isaac was fully hard and with a penis easily twice the size and three times as thick as James. Far from provoking lust, I felt a rage building instead. "Get dressed and get the fuck out of this room!" I nearly screamed, my eyes still looking at that damn big dick that seemed to hypnotized me against my will. "Fuck no!" He growled, approaching me with a coldness that never left his eyes. I knew immediately that Isaac meant business, this wasn't the friend I was accustomed to seeing. His cock was bouncing freely around, but the sight that would be nearly comical was sheer terror for me. I was bound and determined to get the hell out of here. Panicked I tried to run passed Isaac but he had effortlessly captured me in his powerful arms. I wasn't going to let him have me so I fought fiercely back as he proceeded to bend me over and lift my wedding dress over my hips. He fingered the crotch of my panties lightly, causing me to whimper. "Love these panties." He grunted, before fiercely ripping them off that caused me to cry in protest. "Quiet or I'll have to seriously hurt you." I had little choice so I bit my lower lip, and closed my eyes as I felt his hands finger my pussy. It was a disgusting feeling. The fear of what this man would do to me if I fought held me back from putting on much of a fight. The fear that this bastard would rape me crossed my mind more than a couple of times, but I wasn't going to try and run and make it worse, not yet anyway. He expertly parted my pussy lips with his finger, causing me to instinctively shudder. I felt a dull ache in the pit of my stomach as I had little doubt what this bastard would do. I thought he would tear off my wedding dress, but instead he was fine with me keeping it on. His hands felt like a monsters paws as he patted my ass, and roughly massaged it till I cried in protest. "I- You're not going to get away with this!" I tearfully sniffled as Isaac continued to take his time with me. "When James finds out about this, he'll hate you for life!" "James?" He chuckled as if I said something funny. "Oh please! I've been fucking every white bitch that he's ever dated and he's yet to know about a one. You'll be no exception. I have a feeling about you, and I'm almost never wrong." I couldn't begin to fathom what he meant by, "I have a feeling about you," and I didn't really care. All I cared about was getting out of this in one piece. The only thing that seemed to work was dialogue, so this is what I'll try and do." "Wh-What do you mean that you've fucked every white bitch my James had been dating?" "It's what it means," His breath smelt like onions as he hoarsely whispered in my ear, "Every girlfriend, which I admit yer little Jimmy have had, have been few and far between, I've fucked raw. The idiot was never the wiser." I didn't know how to respond to that. All I knew at this point in time was that I had to find a way out of this man's clutches. The only idea that I had through my racing mind, was to talk him out of this. "Pl-please let me go..." I wanted to run, but I was afraid that he would hurt me. "I-I" "Shhh!" His hiss was insistent and angry. "I know you want it baby. Just keep your mouth shut, and let me do what you've been wanting." I simply didn't know what Isaac was talking about. The fear at the pit of my stomach grew to fruition as he forced me on my knees, so my pussy was faced directly towards my soon to be rapist. I wanted to fight, and to this day I will never be able to explain why I gave up. I suppose I was scared of him, afraid of his powerful black body that represented everything I was taught to be weary of with men. It could also be that huge cock between his legs, and the fear that he would put it inside of me was compounded by the realization that if I fought too hard, that he would hurt me. James was way smaller than this guy. I of course never measured it, but it always reminded me dimly of a little boys. I know such thoughts were unbecoming from a woman just about to marry him, but I just couldn't help but make those types of comparisons. I was never a woman that needed a huge cock, as a matter of fact I considered a big penis silly and unrealistic. Something that adolescent boys dreamed up to compensate for something that they lacked, and equally immature girls who had complained about their significant others lack of skills. I clenched the floor, as I felt the tip of his huge black cock penetrate my very tight pussy. An unwelcome jolt traveled up my spine. No way this monster would fit inside of me, and I tried once more to plead with my attacker. "I-Isaac please stop," I clinched the carpet harder as I felt more of this thick black cock part, and sink further into my folds. "I don't know wh-what you thought about me being interested in you, but you are just wrong. I love James and want to spend the rest of my life with him. I'm a faithful woman to my loving husband who just wants you to stop." "Yer pussy says other wise." His voice was thick with emotion that I couldn't begin to describe. "Yer wet and it wants more, I think." I groaned loudly in denial as he sunk more of his huge cock inside of me. My body may have betrayed me at this point, but I was determined to get him to stop. "What about James..." My voice was shaking as I felt myself treacherously begin to adjust to Isaac's massive size. "I'll tell him that you raped -" "Go ahead," he was chuckling at my empty threat. "Tell him and I'll simply claim that you tried to come on to me. He'll believe me, who doesn't really? James is always the gullible fool. Oh and besides yer hubby loves you, but he don't trust you completely." My mind was blank at what else to say as I felt more of that cock going inside me, the stretching of my pussy was painful, but their was a sweet ache to it that bothered me. I couldn't be enjoying what Isaac was doing to me, besides being the best man, he was my James best friend. Yet, as he pressed more of himself inside of me I could feel every inch of this man's huge cock and it scared me when I felt his balls finally pressed against me. He was balls deep. "Damn you took every fucking inch!" Isaac was stunned at how much he managed to get inside of me. "It took me at least ten minutes but I'm all the way inside of you." "Okay!" I replied with gritted teeth. "You've had your way now stop." He responded by pulling till only the tip was inside of me, and violently thrust forward, the sound of flesh slamming against flesh filling the room. I felt my mouth instinctively open as all I could see was stars, my fingers painfully bit into the carpet. I was thankful that he only did that once. My wedding dress was covering my head, hiding the look of confusion as his cock was deep inside of me. He didn't seem to move for a while after that first violent thrust, and I hoped he just came and would roll off of me. Instead much to my horror I felt him open the back of my wedding dress and half of it was down my shoulders, without further ado he unhooked my bra. A moan of unwelcome pleasure fill my mouth as I felt his hard black hands grasp my full breasts. I was scared as he slowly proceeded take me. His huge black cock slammed in and out of my white pussy, every movement tormenting me with pleasure as pain as I begged him to stop the entire time. I'm ashamed to say that I came more times than I could possibly count. The orgasms were nothing like I've ever had in my life, James simply couldn't compare to this larger than life black man. I never felt such orgasms from James, in fact I never, ever had an orgasm with James. It was something I would never admit to with anyone, not even my best friend. "God you are one tight bitch." He grunted savagely as he continued slam against me. "I swear you were a virgin." I felt the blood rush to my head, and deciding I bit my bottom lip. I wasn't a virgin of course, but I never had a man like this. His cock stretched me in ways that no man, definitely not James ever stretched. Not to mention Isaac touched places I never even knew existed. "J-just stop -- OH!" I broke off whatever I was going to say as an Earth shattering orgasm wracked my body. I saw stars as Isaac didn't even pause, just continuously pummeled my pussy without mercy. As I recovered from several other smaller orgasms, I found myself crying out for Isaac to stop. I needed to get away from this black cock, so I reminded him sharply that I had a wedding that I needed to go to. I hated myself as I felt furthered stimulated as he paused his heartless poundings. I half wondered if he was ever going to finally cum. James would have been passed out, while Isaac wasn't even done yet. "We got an hour and a half to go, sweet thing." I was ashamed to admit that pleasure radiated throughout my small white body, as he resumed rolling those hips and continued the pounding of my small white pussy with his big black cock. I wanted to escape, run for my life if I could, but another violent orgasm wracked my body. I bit my bottom lip this time, so as not to give this monster the satisfaction. It did no good as a moan, unbidden and unwanted came from deep inside of me. "Gonna cum in that fuckin' pussy." He groaned with an impeding release that was undeniable, and equally dreadful. "Noooo!" I hissed, clenching my teeth. I knew that that there was simply nothing I could do to stop him, he was just too strong for me. "UHHHHHHH!" His grunt was a grunt of primal force, as with one brutal push against me, he unleashed his cum deep inside of my unwilling white womb. I cried in one last protest as I felt that hot seed pour into me. Thoughts of whether I might be pregnant already flooded my mind. This was my most fertile time of the year, it was one of the single most important reasons that today was planned for the wedding. Me and James were planning on having a family shortly after. There was simply no way I could keep it, James would divorce me in a heart beat... "Damn that was fucking good!" Isaac whispered, kissing me on the lips. I tried to pull away, but his strong hands wouldn't let me. Every moment of having this bastard inside of me was a painful experience and I wished he would withdraw, but instead he just laid there, his cock lodged deep inside of me. I had to wonder if that was this bastard's plan, to get me pregnant before his supposed best friend, my soon to be husband would even have a chance. Finally he pulled out, chuckling openly at the crude sloshing sound his cock made as it left my pussy. I just laid still for a long moment, trying to catch my breath when a loud knock caused me to jolt to my feet. "Dear? it's James! I heard noises and was wondering if you were okay. Is it alright if I can come in?" His voice was filled with concern. Looking around, I spotted the closet at the side of the room and gestured hurriedly for Isaac to hide. He looked equally spooked and did what I said, opening the closet door, and tightly closed the door. For my part, I hid all the evidence of what just happened and slipped some silken, more conservative panties on before turning to answer the door. "Everything's alright honey," I said sweetly. I still couldn't believe what I was doing, standing here after being taken savagely and not telling the man that I would be taken my vows with. The orgasms were fresh on my mind, coupled with the guilt of having to fight my response to Isaac's rough treatment. "That's great." James gave me a smile as he made his way inside. "I'm so glad that we're finally getting married after all this time. I'm not sure though why we had to wait a full month before well... you know... have sex. I mean we've had sex before and suddenly you wanted to wait?" "It's because I want tonight to be special, like our first time together." I spoke truthfully, although tonight was not going to be special, not with what I just went through. "I guess..." James looked visibly doubtful about my explanation. "Hey I wanted to let you know that the ceremony is going to be an extra thirty minutes late, due to my mom being late for the reception." "Oh?" I said with a certain amount of disappointment. "Well I hope that your mom isn't too late." "Well..." James looked uncomfortable before doing something bold by reaching and pulling his zipper down as he said with what he imagined was seductive, but sounded boyish to my ears, "I was thinking maybe since we have a little bit of time you and I could..." I stared at James's rigid penis, noticing how much smaller it was compared to Isaac's. Just a tiny amount of pre-cum dripped from its rigid head. I couldn't help but grasp it, noting absently that his head didn't even peak out from my small hand. He was more a boy compared to Isaac's considerable girth. I doubt he was even close to being average in girth, let alone length. "No." That simple word that came out of my mouth surprised even me. The truth was I didn't want him to see or possibly know that his best friend just came inside of his loving soon to be wife. I didn't want him to even suspect. "I'm sorry dear, I just think it would be best to wait till tonight. Now go to the altar and wait for me. Okay? It's bad luck for you to even be here." I watched as my betrothed zipped up his pants, and left with an irritated look in his blue eyes. James was the man that I would marry, but I realized that I would be forever altered in ways I couldn't begin to describe. The scar of being taken, no raped would be a more apt word, would be in my life forever. I turned, and nearly gasped in surprise as Isaac was standing nearly right behind me. "We're gonna do this a whole lot more, I think." I didn't know how to respond, just stared at Isaac's now fully nude body. The lust in his dark eyes scared me as I knew he was going to demand sex from me. As you may have guessed I found my eyes not locked on his eyes so much but also by that huge black cock swinging between his legs. The bastard was hard, again! "No fucking way we are!" I snapped, feeling more emboldened as I realized what I just did. Not only did Isaac force himself on me, but he also came deep inside of my pussy. In my haste to hide the evidence and get rid of James, such thoughts were completely out of my mind. Not only that, but I also denied the man I was to marry sexual pleasure. "James is to be my husband and your his best man so why don't you go wait for him at the altar while I get ready." "Not before you suck my dick." His hand reached down and waved his hard rigid cock back and forth while giving me that cocky grin that I was really growing to hate. "One last time before you walk down that aisle and kiss yer little white hubby." I gave him a defiant look with my arms crossed around my ample chest. I wasn't going to put out for this monster, but my eyes were strangely drawn to that huge dick between his legs nonetheless. ... "You heard what I told my husband." I sounded weaker than I wanted to, and hated myself for it. "Besides I have to go and walk down that aisle to kiss the man I love. I'm not doing any such thing! Now please leave." His brown eyes were cold as he stared into my blue ones as he said with every word clipped and angry, "You didn't hear me. I want you to suck my dick nice and slowly or I will show and tell your husband everything. Do you understand?" "I -- what do you mean you will show?" A chuckle at my expense. "I hid a camera in here. Now do what your told or I'll have to get rough with you again. You don't want that do you?" I was speechless as I realized that if Isaac was telling the truth, then he had some serious leverage to use against me. Everything was now out of my hands and now in Isaac's. Nervously I got on my knees as my small white hand grasped his incredibly large cock. The contrast between my white skin against that black smooth cock was startling, not to mention the way my diamond ring glittered ever so tentatively against the overhead light. I wanted to bolt in fear, but instead I slowly jerked this bastard off. "Shouldn't I at least take my wedding gown off?" "No, keep it on. It looks fucking sexy with you all dressed up about to get married and sucking my dick like a nice little slut.." I glared at him in disgust, but I continued to jerk him off slowly. With some reluctance I placed my tongue against the head, tasting his salty pre-cum. Amazingly it wasn't as nasty as I imagined it to be. Yet it was highly doubtful that I would even be able to fit the whole thing in my mouth. I wouldn't even begin to know how to get half of him down my throat, yet I had to try. It took some attempts, but I managed to get his big cock down my throat. A gagging sound filled the room and I began to pull away, when he pushed me back in place. "Don't even think of pulling away!" His voice a hiss. I couldn't believe how I was doing something that I just denied to my soon to be husband. This was so wrong, yet I felt... as I continued blowing this bastard, a sort of stirring in my loins that most disturbed me. What kind of woman was I to allow this man to not only cum inside of me, but also being coerced to give him a blow job. "Damn ya feel amazing." A grunt, his hands shook some as held me steady as I slurped on his cock. It took ten long minutes, that felt like an eternity for him to unleash his cum deep down my throat. I held myself still and drank every drop that would look like eagerness to the casual observer, but was in reality just me trying to prevent any cum to touch my dress. As Isaac got dressed, I brushed my dress in place. I glanced at myself carefully in the mirror to make sure no evidence of what just happened showed. As I was doing so, Isaac simply stood at my side with a nasty little leer that made me shiver. "This is just the beginning." He was openly gloating, his beefy arm clasped me close to him. "We're gonna be doing a lot more of this for now on." I didn't know how to respond to this, so I decided to just keep my eyes on the mirror. I knew I should have pushed him away and say more in the way of defiance, and reestablish my love towards James. Instead I wondered how long I would be able to keep this a secret, horrified at the thought of James finding out about what just happened, and may very well continue to happen. "Don't worry about James," he said with that usual cocky swagger that threw me off. "The boy's an idiot. I didn't lie when I told you I've fucked every single one of his girlfriends and he was never the wiser. He aint the brightest man around. That's for sure." "What if I get pregnant?" I whimpered at the horror of my situation. "Doncha worry about that. If I get you pregnant you'll get an abortion and he'll be none the wiser." I flushed as I was conservative when it came to the issue of abortion. All I could hope for is that he didn't get me pregnant and I could start up taking the pill again. James wanted to have kids but I simply couldn't risk it at this point. No, that would simply have to be another thing I would have to deny to the man I professed to love. Mercifully he left my side and the room, but not my thoughts.   n o n c o n s e n s u a l       Bradley slammed the door to her room and leaned back against it, gasping for air. Shit, shit, shit. She held out her hands -- they were shaking. She couldn't believe she'd just had a screaming match with her employer. For the past two months she and Parker MacKenzie had coexisted peacefully in the large, empty house.   She cleaned and looked after the grounds, and he spent all his time in his office working. Occasionally she'd bring him coffee, a tray of food, and once or twice she'd helped him out with some dictation or filing. They'd developed an easy camaraderie, neither feeling the need to speak much. It was the best summer job she'd ever had, quiet and solitary. Until she'd been cleaning the master bedroom and found the file with her name on it. Puzzled, she'd sat on the bed and opened it. It was like a condensed biography. Every detail of her life, every foster home she'd been in, every school she'd attended, lists of friends and teachers -- everything right down to her favorite foods.   Stunned, Bradley simply sat there for several minutes, trying to figure it out. Why on earth would he have a file like this? Then anger, swift and hot, flooded her. She'd never been so angry in her entire life. Clutching the file, she'd gone up to his office, barged in without bothering to knock, and tossed the file on the desk so that the contents spilled all over the place, some of it cascading into his lap. Parker glanced at her calmly, the phone to his ear. "Let me call you back, Mike." He hung up and sat back, waiting. Bradley couldn't believe he was so calm, so cool. "What the fuck is this?" she asked, gesturing at the mess of papers. "This is none of your business." Bradley stared at him. "My life is none of my business?" "Bradley, I do background checks on everyone who crosses my threshold. I'm careful." "You're invasive." The argument escalated from there, until they were shouting at each other. Bradley had never in her life had a screaming fight with anyone. Ever. But for some inexplicable reason she found her temper boiling over, completely out of control. Finally, some dim corner of her brain still operating on common sense told her it was time to leave. Turning, she'd stormed out of his office, ignoring him as he shouted her name, and run up to her room. Now what? She had to pack her things. There was no way she could finish out the summer here. Feeling over heated and overwhelmed, she headed for the bathroom. Bradley bent over the sink and splashed double handfuls of cold water onto her face. The argument had left her flushed, her dark green eyes blazing as though she had a fever. The back of her neck felt hot, and she trickled water over it, hanging her head down, with her thick dark curls shutting out the rest of the room like a curtain. She took deep breaths. She couldn't believe she'd actually shouted at him like that. Her heart was still racing. She sipped at the water. Her throat was tight and aching. Shit. He'd expect her out first thing in the morning, most likely. She'd have to find a new place to stay and a new job asap. Sighing, Bradley straightened up, placing her palms on the counter, eyes closed, trying to gather her thoughts. She opened her eyes and looked at her reflection -- and over her shoulder she saw Parker, standing in the doorway. Startled, she froze, and stared mutely as he walked up behind her, his eyes locked on hers in the mirror. Before she could react, he placed his hands over hers on the counter, and she felt him press against her back. She started to pull her hands away, but he pressed firmly down, holding them in place. He was still looking into her eyes in the mirror, and the expression in them made her stomach feel heavy and tingly with unease. "What are you doing?" she managed, but it came out strained, almost a whisper. He turned his head and bit her neck. "Jesus!" Bradley wrenched her arms free and spun around to shove him back. They struggled briefly, and then he had her arms behind her back, forcing her wrists up between her shoulder blades so that she struggled to stay on her toes to ease the pain. He held her wrists with one hand, and with the other he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and kissed her. Bradley writhed, trying to escape his grasp. "Stop!" she managed to get out. Parker laughed. "Impossible," he said. "Walk." And he spun her about, wrenching her wrists so that she cried out and staggered. He guided her out of the bathroom, into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He threw her down onto the bed. She immediately scrambled for the other side, but he caught a fistful of her shirt and hauled her back.   She turned to face him, bringing her right elbow up and ramming it into his jaw, and followed it up with a hard left hook. Parker shrugged the blows off. Gathering two fistfuls of her shirt, he ripped it apart and tossed it aside. He fell on top of her, pinning her squirming body to the mattress.   They thrashed across it, fighting fiercely. He didn't hit her -- he didn't have to. He was nearly a full foot taller and at least sixty pounds of solid muscle heavier. It was like punching a wall; he never even flinched. In the midst of blocking her wild blows, he somehow managed to unbutton her jeans, and plunged his hand into them.   Bradley gave a ragged gasp as his fingers pressed between her thighs, immediately finding her most vulnerable spot. She abruptly stilled, as though if she didn't move he might not either. Their faces were centimeters apart; his dark brown eyes looked into hers with something very akin to amusement as his fingers gently explored her. "Parker, please stop," Bradley whimpered, pushing in vain at his arms. Parker laughed softly, kissing her lips gently. "Say that again," he murmured against her mouth. "Please stop," Bradley said with careful enunciation. Her throat was closing up, threatening tears, and she clenched her jaw in an effort to hold them back. "Spread your legs." "No." "Bradley-" "Stop!" she shouted, erupting again in a frenzy of kicking and clawing. Parker rose up on his knees, and bodily lifted her and threw her down on her stomach. He held her down with a hand to the back of her neck and peeled her jeans off as she thrashed and struggled. He removed every last scrap of her clothes, and then one-handed, he yanked his own shirt over his head and pushed his jeans off. He rolled her onto her back again. It was a magnificent fight to pin her down again.   She was remarkably strong for a slender thing of only 18 years. Parker had to damn near break her arm before he managed to cover her body with his again. Still she strained so hard that it was like lying on a bucking bronco. Parker wrestled her arms to the mattress, pinned them there. Her breasts, so soft and full, pressed against his chest, and he longed to find out what they felt like in his mouth. But that would have to wait. "Bradley!" She shook her head wildly, tears streaming down her face. "Bradley!" he shouted. "What!" "Look at me! Look at me!" Parker waited until her panicked eyes were on his, and then said, "That's it. Just look at me." And he plunged himself into her. He hadn't expected her to be a virgin. Bradley screamed. One loud, piercing shriek, and then she bit it off, pressing her face into his neck. Parker held her as she struggled to breathe, waiting for a little of the tension to ease out of her. After a while he tilted her head back and kissed her. Her nails were punching bloody crescents in his biceps. "I didn't know." "You didn't ask," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry." "No, you're not." He smiled. "No, I'm not." He moved inside her, gently. "Christ you feel good." He positioned himself carefully, and then pressed into her, rotating his hips in a circular motion. He was rewarded by a quick gasp, her eyes widening slightly. He propped himself up on his elbows, her wrists still clasped firmly in his hands, and kept up a steady rhythmic friction against her clit, watching her face intently.   She gave an occasional half-hearted struggle, but after a few minutes her writhings were of a different nature. Her eyes grew unfocused, her breath came quicker. She began moving her hips, just a little, to match his rhythm, pressing herself harder against him. She made a small sound, and he smiled, bent his head to kiss her neck and whisper, "That's it."   He closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her young, firm body moving in time to his, arching up to meet him. A few seconds later she was panting, straining up towards him. He felt it when it happened, felt the pulsing contractions deep inside her, felt her stomach quiver beneath his, felt her entire body lift and shudder with the force of the orgasm. She cried out near his ear, and his hands tightened convulsively on her wrists. He kept moving until he'd wrung a sharp, gasping cry from her. Then he stilled, and lifted himself to look down at her again. Bradley looked up at him, amazement written clearly on her beautiful features. A forgotten tear escaped from the corner of her eye and slipped down into her hair. Parker finally released her wrists, and she lay there, still tingling with the aftermath, unsure of what to do. He bent his head and kissed her.   She didn't respond, and he gently pried her jaw open with his fingers, and slid his tongue into her mouth. He began fucking her with long, slow strokes. She was impossibly tight, and incredibly hot. Some little sound came out of her, and he caught it in his mouth like honey. He thrust harder, and she made the noise again. Parker gathered her up in his arms, holding her tight, feeling her mouth finally come to life beneath his, and he forced as many sounds from her as he could, gradually increasing his pace and force.   He buried his hands in her hair, clutched tight fistfuls of it, and finally gave in to his desire, pounding into her as hard and deep he could. Now she was crying out loudly, her head thrown back, her nails digging into his back and leaving long, angry red welts. The orgasm built slowly, and when it thundered through him it forced a guttural cry out of him, bowing his back so that he strained to be as deeply inside her as he could get.   It was one of the strongest orgasms he'd ever had. It left him shuddering and gasping. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her hair while his heart tried to hammer its way out of his chest. They lay there for long, quiet minutes, with only the sound of their heavy breathing to fill the silence. Bradley felt her heartbeat gradually return to normal. She felt slightly unreal. Parker's sweaty weight atop her kept her firmly pinned, and though he was no longer hard, he was still inside her, in that fiercely aching place between her legs. Bradley shifted slightly, and winced. Parker lifted himself and looked down at her. "Are you okay?" Bradley stared at him a moment. "No." Parker carefully moved off her, and went into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on. In a moment he re-emerged, and held his hand out. She eyed it, then slowly took it, and let him help her up. She gritted her teeth as she stood and limped into the bathroom. She got into the steamy shower, and Parker followed her. She refused to look at him, briskly soaping herself up. He didn't say anything, merely washed himself, but after he was done he took her gently by the shoulders and turned her towards him. "Look at me." Bradley looked at his feet. It was the first time she'd ever seen them bare. Slowly, her eyes traveled up his legs, to his now flaccid penis, past his flat abs, his broad chest and muscular arms, all the way up to his handsome face. It was the first time she'd ever seen any man fully naked and up close. She looked into his eyes and suddenly her chin was quivering. She looked away. Parker grasped her chin lightly and turned her face back up to his. He looked into her green eyes, like two leaves trembling with raindrops. He waited. "Why did you do it?" Bradley asked finally, trying and mostly failing to keep her voice from shaking. "Because I wanted you. And you wanted me, but you wouldn't admit it." "But why... like that?" She pushed his hand away and lowered her face as she started to cry. Parker pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, rocked her gently from side to side. "The fight, I suppose. All that fury and passion. You're magnificent when you're angry, you know that? As soon as you started yelling I wanted to take you on the floor, right there. Honestly.... I think you wanted me to." Bradley pulled back a little and looked up at him with a slight frown, her eyes dark and undecided. Suddenly she reached up, gripping him hard by the back of the neck, and pulled him down to kiss him hard. They kissed fiercely, bruisingly. Parker pushed her up against the slick tiled wall and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.   Their hands flew over each other, gripping, kneading, scratching. Their lips met savagely as he thrust himself inside her again, too impatient to be gentle. She gave a ragged cry against his lips, but pulled him in tight with her legs. Mixed noises of pain and pleasure filled the shower. Parker groaned as he came again, leaving him feeling weak and shaky. He leaned his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath. "Does that mean... you're staying?" he panted. "Would you let me go?" He met her eyes. "I'd bar the windows and brick up the doors. You're not going anywhere." She nodded. "I figured." i n c e s t ( i )       For Christ's sake. Tabitha had tried every possible way to get her dad's attention that she could think of within reason. She had dressed in clothes that were probably unsuitable for any age or body build, she had even dressed in such few clothes that she felt she was campaigning for a nudist resort. Yet still, her father paid no attention to her. Tabby was getting tired of trying to seduce her moral-bound dad with no results.   "Maybe he just needs to realize his daughter is a woman, and that my feelings have quite changed towards him," Tabitha wondered aloud. She sat down on her bed, laying down on her back with a flop, her blonde hair fanning out against the white comforter.   As she sat there and planned, her thoughts twisted between ways to get her dad to notice her sexually, and how horny she had been for him lately. Daddy, in his forties, graying hair but robust body. Her father was very attractive, always eating healthy and keeping a pretty firm body for his age. Perhaps trying a little harder than usual to stay up with the times and look somewhat fashionable. Father, John, Dad….Daddy.   It had all started back in the fall, on a morning when she was in her usual rush to get to school. Senior year had been very stressful, cutting down on her socializing until she rarely had time for her boyfriend, Jason. He had gotten so fed up with her attitude of putting school ahead of, ahem, giving him blowjobs, that his nature towards her changed.   He was no longer a loving boyfriend, but rather someone always pestering her for a screw. It was as if he knew his days were numbered, and he wanted to make the most of them.   That morning, she got a phone call from Jason. It was short, and to the point. "I don't want to date you anymore, Tab. It's like dating my mother. You don't give a shit about me or my needs." Tabitha's mouth had dropped open when she heard that. His needs! With a curving left eyebrow, she let loose on her newly exed boyfriend with a vehement rage, sparing him nothing. The conversation ended when he called her a frigid bitch and hung up on her.   Although Tabitha was tough for her age, 18, she wasn't made of stone. The words hurt her feelings, and even worse injured her sexuality. While listening to the dial tone, tiny tears arose in the corners of her eyes only to gently fall down her cheeks. She dropped the phone and rushed to the family room, sitting on the couch with her hands covering her face while she sobbed.   Her father entered the room, in his business suit, ready to follow the mother's earlier leave to work. As soon as he saw his daughter crying, he rushed to her side to try and comfort her. She leaned over him, her face on his chest leaving wet tear marks as she cried out what her ex boyfriend had said to her. Her father kissed her forehead, her cheeks, telling her it would be alright.   Tabitha was calming down, her tears had lessened, but her grip on her father hadn't released, nor had his on her. He still had his arms tight around her, trying to comfort her with fatherly words of wisdom and tender kisses on her cheeks.   "Honey, it will be okay. No, don't cry. Plenty of other boys out there. I never liked him anyway," John said to his daughter. She laughed, her mouth turned up to him as he was going to kiss her on the cheek. Their lips connected, her mouth slightly open from her giggles. Tabitha's soft lips pressed closed over her father's, almost sucking on them in her surprise. Her grip on his arm tightened, as did his around her waist.   He opened his mouth slightly to say something, only to feel Tabitha's wet lips sinuously glide over his lips. With faltering movements, John kissed harder at his daughter, forgetting whom he was kissing, just taking delight in this young nubile girl's body pressed against his, and her lips moving softly against his own.   Tabitha made a small noise, almost a squeak of surprise and acceptance and closed her eyes, kissing back at her father with farther opened lips and a wet tongue. She had taken the initiative to feel her father's lips with the tip of her tongue. It was Tabitha that pushed her Daddy's lips open with her wet sliding tongue, to enter his mouth and roll around his teeth.   Her father pressed harder against Tabitha, almost pulling her on top of him, one of her legs curling up over his legs and against his waist. They feverishly caressed tongues together, Tabitha passionately pushing her tongue under her father's, over and around his tongue, making her Daddy shiver against her.   His tongue reached out towards hers, his hands clenching and wrinkling her shirt. She teased her daddy, making him put his tongue out into her mouth, and then to John's surprise, started sucking his fleshy tongue with heavy breathing and barely perceptive moans.   Her chest was pushing up against his, rubbing his own. John swore he could feel his daughter's hardened nipples. She started to straddle his pelvis, her mouth still working his, her head turning side to side to get in deeper kisses. With a gasp, he pushed his mouth away from hers, turned his cheek to his daughter. She whispered something he couldn't hear, and started kissing his neck, running up his jawline with her tongue.   "Tabitha, stop! For God's sakes, stop! This isn't right…we can't!" John stood up, causing his daughter to fall to the ground. He straightened his tie, looking down at his daughter, who was wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her whole body was shivering, her legs spread wide apart from the fall, one of her legs tucked under her.   Her father could see her white panties peeking out from her skirt, almost begging for some sort of attention. With a confused shake of his head, John started to say something to his daughter, faltered, and headed out the door. She could hear the tires of his car give a squeal as he skidded out of the driveway.   Tabitha put her hands to her cheeks and forehead, feeling a slight sweat and how warm her face felt. She still hadn't started breathing calmly. What was it that just happened? She gathered her books, and with weak legs got in her car to drive to school. All that day through school, her thoughts drifted to the passionate kiss she had shared with her father.   Of all people, her daddy. The man who made her, raised her, cared for and loved her. It was all very new to her, the feelings, but by the end of class that day, she had accepted and decided that what she felt was normal, fine, and…in her opinion, totally hot.   The only problem was….how did she get her Daddy to feel the same way? Tabitha rolled over onto her stomach, propping her head up on her hands, her brow furrowed in thought. That had been in the fall, and it was now mid winter.   All this time, she had been flaunting her body in front of her daddy, trying again to make him act the way he did that morning. The day after it happened, she had tried to talk to her father about it, only to have him leave the room before she could even describe how it made her feel. She knew her daddy had liked it, otherwise why did he let the kiss linger so long?   With a sigh, Tabitha slid her hand between her body and the bed, visualizing what her daddy would look like without his clothes on. With deft fingers she slipped her hand inside her panties, quickly finding her firey clit. She undressed him in her mind, or rather, made him strip for her. She visualized her father with a lustful expression, and tented business pants.   Yes. Coming home in his suit, loosening that tie, ripping open his shirt while she sat there with spread legs and a hand between those spread legs. Her hand moved faster, the gravity of her body on her hand crushing her hand hard against her clitoris, making her pelvis start thrusting slightly into the bed.   Mmmm, in her mind she had him in his underwear, no wait, make that really tight bikini underwear, yeah….and a big banana shaped outline in it. Tabitha bit her lower lip, smiling as she changed what her daddy was wearing and doing until it had her massaging her clit in a frenzy. Fantasizing that he was there, standing in front of her, masturbating…oh, stroking it fast.   Tabitha mouthed the words she was thinking, do it daddy, do it, stroke it fast for your girl. Her hips were rotating now, her mouth wide open, her pussy getting closer to releasing that pressured heat. Her tongue curled inside her mouth as she came, giving little grunts of pleasure quietly.   Her fingers were soon soaked with her slippery wet cum. A soft creak murmured outside of her half opened door, causing Tabitha's eyes to fly open. She saw a shadow pass by the door, big enough to be her daddy's. She knew her mother didn't get home until later, and wondered how long her daddy had been near the door, and if he had stopped to listen or even watch.   "Mmmm," Tabitha moaned with a smile, turning over onto her back, her hand remaining deep in her panties. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, biting down, as she thought dirty things about her daddy. Maybe he had touched himself at the door, watching her. She had to find out. With reluctance, she got off her bed and crept to her door, pushing it open wider. The hallway was empty, dark and very silent. She walked over to her parent's room, being careful to avoid the telltale creaks in the wood floor.   Strange, her father's door was shut. Her parents always had it open. Tabitha pressed her face against the cool painted surface, trying to listen. She breathed as quietly as she could, her eyes narrowing as she listened. She was about to give up, when she heard a soft grunt. Tabitha smiled, wondering but having a pretty good idea what her daddy was doing in there. She tiptoed away, her hand tight over her mouth to keep her pleased giggles from giving herself away.   The next day, Tabitha chose her outfit especially geared to get her father to at least look at her differently. She pressed her hands against the front of her pleated black skirt, pushing it flat against her thighs. It barely covered her pert little ass, certainly it didn't cover much when she was moving. She looked into the full-length mirror at her ass, flipping her skirt up to show her tiny lace panties.   The bra was a sheer lace, dark against her creamy skin, thin enough in parts for her nipples to show through. She put a white short sleeve shirt over it. Looking in the mirror, she could see her bra right though the white thin material. Tabitha swayed gently from side to side, her hands playing over her firm breasts, checking to see if the bra was pushing them up enough.   She had decided to wear her hair down, and applied dark makeup around her eyes, giving her gaze a sultry feel. With a deft move of her hand, her lips became a glossy wet tone. Tabitha looked one last time in the mirror, her hands running under her skirt to feel up her leg and to the cleft of where her ass and thigh met, for smoothness. Very smooth, cool legs to the touch, just as they needed to be for times when they are wrapped around someone's head.   Her mother was out of the picture, away for the weekend, visiting her sick aunt. Normally Tabitha would have gone with her mother to visit her relative, but for this weekend she had other, more active plans. Checking her clock on the wall, she saw that her father had to be home by now. She skipped down the steps, her heart thudding in her chest with anticipation.   "That you, sweetie?" Her father called.   "Well, it's not Mom, for sure," taunted Tabitha.   Her father shook the newspaper he was reading, and looked up at her. His dark eyes loitered on her body perhaps a bit longer than what was fatherly. The places he looked at the longest on her, were certainly not a fatherly thing to do. As soon as his gaze had connected on his daughter, he swallowed, his head shaking a bit as he looked her up and down. John licked his lips before he spoke.   "Isn't that attire, a little risqué?" John ventured.   "Well shit, Daddy, all the girls wear it at school," Tabitha replied with pursed full lips.   "Young lady, you will not speak like that in this house, and certainly not to your own father," John admonished. She threw her head to the side, looking at the ceiling with a bit of girly defiance. Her father watched her, carefully placing the newspaper over his lap, as she sauntered over to the couch he was sitting on. God, how her hips swayed.   Every step Tabitha took she made sure to exude sex. There was no denying in John's mind that his daughter was very grown up, and very much like a cat in heat.   "Oh daddy, don't be a silly little stud," Tabitha purred. Her father looked confused at her reference to 'stud' but refrained from commenting on it. She had moved over to the arm of the couch, and sat upon it, her legs leaning over the side. With a temptuous smile, she raised one leg up, so that she could rest an arm on her knee.   Her socks were black to match her skirt, mid calf, wickedly tight around her muscular legs. From her new position, her daddy could see most of her underwear, but couldn't see all of it, the black lace fading into her black skirt. He would have to stare in order to make anything out, and he knew that would be very obvious. With a gulp, John continued to watch his daughter move on the couch's arm, until she was straddling it, looking over her shoulder at him.   "What are you reading, Daddy?" Tabitha questioned. She slowly started rubbing her lower region against the arm, propping her upper body up with her arms. Her movements were small, but noticeable to John. Her mouth opened a little, her pink tongue running itself over the front of her teeth. A sweat suddenly appeared on her father's forehead.   "Just some news, darling. I mean, Tabitha." John stuttered.   "Hmmm, you can call me darling, daddy. You can call me a lot of other things too, if you have a mind for it," His daughter whispered   "What was that?" John managed to croak out. His hand settled on the paper, making sure it was planted firmly on his crotch. It seemed Tabitha was finally having the desired affect on his body. Her father was a man after all, and his daughter was being utterly devious with what she was doing to the arm of the couch.   Tabitha had increased the rhythm she was applying to the couch, her pussy getting wet from the friction, the hardness of the couch pressing high up against her clit. By now her skirt had rose above her thighs, gathering in the front of her, between her legs. Her shapely ass was in full view to her father, the twin globes flexing with her movements.   John watched in alarm as his daughter, with her head turned, licked her own bare arm. What in the hell was his daughter doing? And why was she doing it looking at him? He held the newspaper in front of him, rushing into the kitchen, saying something about needing a drink.   Tabitha smiled, quickly running a hand down to rub at her pussy through her panties, then got off the couch to follow her poor, desperate daddy. As she walked towards the kitchen, she made sure to undo a few of the top buttons to her shirt. Her breasts were held high by the bra, the rounded tops jiggling slightly as she walked into the kitchen.   Her father was pouring himself a glass of brandy, his hands shaking slightly. As he heard the click of shoes on the kitchen tile, he turned slowly, one hand holding the glass, the other moving to cover his front with the newspaper. Although he tried to look nervously away, he couldn't help but watch his daughter's slow cat-like walk towards him.   Tabitha did walk slow. In fact, she milked every move of her hips, and every throb of her pussy between her legs. If this was going to happen, it was going to be as hot, as wet, and as perfect as she could make it.   Her seductive look was trained on her father's face, watching him like a prey. She had never been so aggressive in her life. Frankly, it made her twice as hot to pursue her father in this way. She was going to have him, whether he wanted to or not. i n c e s t ( ii )     "Daddy, you DO look like you need a drink. Here, let me help you." His daughter strolled up to him, not stopping until her front pressed the newspaper between her father's body and her own. She took the glass of brandy, and placed it to her full lips. With a content look in her eye, she took a drink, filling her mouth, and then leaned forward, one hand snaking behind her father's head, pulling his face closer to hers.   Ever so slowly, she rubbed her cheek against his, as her father's body quaked against hers. Turning her head slightly, she rubbed her lips against her father's, until he half opened his mouth to moan. Whether it was in enjoyment or fear, it was not yet known. As his lips parted, Tabitha pressed her lips against his, opened her mouth, and let the warmed brandy slowly sift its way into her father's mouth. He had no other choice than to drink the brandy.    His daughter's mouth covered his, the savory taste of the alcohol giving him a light headed sensation. Her tongue was quickly inside his mouth, moving about, trying to find her father's tongue. John had pulled back his tongue, scared to have a reoccurrence of that one morning, but soon gave in to his daughter's persistent tongue thrusts.   He kissed her back, his head angling opposite his daughter's, shoving his tongue hard against hers, pushing her tongue back into her mouth so he could explore the cavern of her humidly wet mouth. His teeth scraped against her lips, his deep kiss getting more insistent, matching her lust and passion.   With a strangled moan, the newspaper fell to the kitchen floor, scattering in a black and white pattern. Tabitha pressed her stomach against her father's crotch, rubbing side to side, ever so slightly, taking delight in the hard organ she felt hiding in his pants. Her father threw all his caution to the wind, roughly grabbing at her ass, pulling her harder against him. They matched eachother's thrusts, dry humping eachother moaning into eachother's mouths, saliva spreading across their lips.   "Ooh, I feel something here daddy, right here," Tabitha teased, her stomach rubbing fast against her father's bulging pants. John threw his head back and gave a deep moan.   "God, this shouldn't be happening…I shouldn't be doing this," He cried out. By this time Tabitha had taken the liberty to slide a hand between their mashed bodies, gripping his outlined cock through his pants.   "Oh, fuck yes!" Her father moaned, suddenly changing tune. He rotated his hips, cock caught up in his daughter's grip, the rubbing causing a fury of great sensations. Tabitha smiled at her father's strained face, who's mouth had formed an O as her other hand crept between his legs to fondle his heavy ball sac.   "Mmmm, Daddy, you can't say no can you? You can't deny me this time." Tabitha enticed her father with her tongue, pushing his head to the side, licking up and down his neck, going to his ear to suck at it, darting her pointed tongue into his ear, her breathing hot, muffling everything inside her father's head.   "I have to take my pants off, baby, my cock hurts inside these pants."   "Ooh, take them off Daddy, take those pants right off!"   "Oh God, oh God," John moaned. His fingers fumbled and clutched at his belt, his chin pressed down hard against his neck as he looked to remove his pants. With a hurried push, his pants fell to the ground, exposing his cock which stuck out lewdly from his tight white underwear.   Tabitha had stepped back, her mouth open as she smiled and exhaled her lust, removing the few buttons left on her shirt. With a seductive look, she let her shirt fall to the ground behind her. She stepped back into her father's arms, pressing her stomach hard up against her father's impressive bulge.   Her muscular stomach was smooth and cool through the underwear against his burning cock. Tabitha pushed her pelvis against her father until her hips touched his hips. Her mouth hungrily sought her father's, her erratic breathing spreading humid air all over his cheeks as her tongue whipped across his lips. John's hands dug into her bare back, slowly skidding down to grab her ass through her skirt, pushing her harder against his thick, pulsating cock.   Tabitha broke the kiss she so wetly was sharing with her daddy, "Oh Daddy…that must be for me. Is that because you like how I look?" Her lower lip pouted out sexily, as her hips started a slow gyrating dance against her dad's hardness, his hands the whole time holding her firm ass steadily.   She kneeled in front of him, her face an inch away from the bulging material. She smoothed the underwear hard up against her father's cock, so she could see the sexy outline of his shaft, and the larger rounded shape of the cockhead. Tabitha wet her lips, saliva gathering on the cupped form of her tongue, as she began licking her father's cock over his underwear.   John was gasping at this point, his fingers digging into his daughter's thick hair, holding onto handfuls of it. His cock was throbbing and jumping in his underwear, under the hard press of his daughter's insistent tongue. Tabitha slipped her fingers down her stomach, under her skirt and into her panties, fingering that hard nub of a clit that was begging for her attention.   Her pussy was so wet that it felt greasy to the touch, making it hard for Tabitha to get a hold on her clitoris. Her fingers swept over it again and again, her knees grinding into the linoleum floor of the kitchen.   Her father had by this time had enough of the cock teasing. He pushed her face away and ripped his underwear down which was wet from Tabitha's saliva. With a loud grunt, he wrapped his hands around the back of Tabitha's head, his fingers digging into her hair.   John was beyond comprehension as he thrust his cock towards his daughter's mouth, its thickness standing out lewdly from his body. His cockhead bumped against her lips, the purplish head swollen and wet with precum. He spoke to his daughter in his desperate need, the words hissing out from between his clenched teeth.   "Here girl, this is what you want isn't it? You want daddy's cock don't you…take my cock baby, take it deep." John pushed his cock against her lips, relieved to feel Tabitha open her mouth and welcome it with her tongue.   She licked that cock like she had been wanting it for years. Her tongue lashed it softly, working up to a hard, urgent tongue bath. She was moaning with need, her hot breath cascading over her daddy's cock, making her father want her to take it deep into her wet cavernous mouth.   "Daddy…daddy, I've wanted you soooo badly, you wouldn't believe it," Tabitha groaned, as she continued to lick and prod at her father's cock with her moist tongue. Her fingers had found the wet walls of her pussy, pushing against the soft lining, feeling her fingers get sucked in tight by her spasming contractions.   "Ever since that day on the couch, and how good and manly you felt Daddy, I haven't craved anything but you. I've dreamed of your cock, I have woken up with my pussy sopping wet and had to touch myself," Tabitha took charge of her father's cock as soon as she said her hot words, hungrily sucking in his cock, her mouth working over the head until it bumped hard against the back of her throat.   "Ohhh, baby girl, I need you so badly." Her father's fingers tightened in her hair as he slowly started pressing his cock into her mouth, his ass moving away from the kitchen top, bending his knees so he could push deeper into his daughter's waiting mouth. John moved his hands away from his daughter's head so he could remove his shirt. His hips kept moving all the while, his thrusts into his daughter's mouth becoming savage.   Tabitha was moaning, her wetness leaking over her silky thighs, trickling down between her legs to her knees. She shuddered, her body nearly convulsing as she felt her pussy tighten violently around her fingers. A rush of hot cum broke loose from her pussy, coating her fingers and gathering in her palm.   She quickly put her hand up to her daddy's face so he could see what he did to her. John kept fucking her face as he grabbed her hand and hungrily licked her cum off of it. His tongue thoroughly found every bit of wetness, sliding between her fingers, causing new tingles to erupt from his daughter's tight pussy.   "Fuck baby, Daddy needs to fuck you right now, or I will come all down your lovely throat," her father growled. Her father's naked body loomed over hers, his cock springing from her mouth as she gasped. Tabitha couldn't take her eyes off her father's cock which was wet from her saliva and almost bursting with hardness. It bobbed in front of her face, his arousal so deep that it's dark head faced the ceiling.   John grabbed his daughter by the shoulders, pulling her up to him. He pushed down the cups of her bra, his fingers feverishly plucking at her hardened nipples. Tabitha was stroking her father's cock in her soft hand, her fingers daintily caressing his swollen balls. The kitchen was silent except for their arduous breathing and intense moans.   "I have to feel your wetness, Tabby. Daddy wants that sweet pussy," John sank two of his fingers deep into his daughter's pussy, making his daughter moan with how uncontrollable his actions were. She knew that she had him now. With her father's fingers gyrating deep inside her pussy, she knew that he would be only minutes from putting his hard dick in the same place.   "Lick my tits, Daddy! Lick my tits!"   John lowered his head, making animalistic noises of need as he sucked on Tabitha's stiff little nipples, his mouth trying to take in all of his daughter's breasts. His head wagged between each breast, sucking on one while the other hard nipple was flicked and massaged with his wet fingers.   He was driven wild by the taste of Tabitha's cum on her nipples. His fingers had only a few seconds ago been deep in his baby's pussy, stroking the soft wet tunnel. Tabitha's father cried out in a deep moan as his daughter countered his actions by tugging and stroking his cock quickly.   He held back a little, tormenting his hot little vixen of a daughter, not wanting her to make him cum in her hand. With slow teasing movements, he outlined his baby's aureoles with the tip of his tongue.   "Mmmm, Daddy stop teasing me, please!"   Hot breath poured out of John's mouth as he clamped his lips over his daughter's hard nipple and sucked. Tabitha threw her head back and mewled, held up only by her father's strong arm around her back, and the fingers that had returned to fuck her deep in her pussy.   She could feel his cock pulsating. While he had been sucking her tits, he had maneuvered his cock until it was between his daughter's legs. John's cock had slipped underneath his daughter's black skirt and was throbbing against his daughter's soaked panties.   The feeling of her intense humid pussy heat caused any last resistance John had to break. He ripped his daughter's panties down, pushing his cock up against his daughter's wet pussy.   Tabitha didn't have anymore time than to step one foot out of her panties before her father lifted her with his hands planted on each ass cheek. Her lusting daddy positioned his cockhead against her pussy lips, and with a small thrust, managed to slip his straining helmet into his daughter's pussy.   "Ohhhhh, baby you are so fucking tight," Her father moaned. He eased his shaft slowly into his daughter's confining pussy, the tightness nearly causing him to cum before he had a chance to really fuck her. Sweat was glistening on Tabitha's upper lip, and her eyes had closed the minute her father had placed his cock at her wet entrance.   "Look at me," John commanded his daughter. Tabitha's eyes snapped open, her fantasy dreamworld was coming true, and her father was demanding her to see the intense look on his face. Her daddy slid his cock into her pussy, his breath hissing out as he felt his young daughter's wet box grasp tightly around his shaft. Tabitha's weight made his cock slide deep into her, gravity pushing his balls up against her ass.   John ground his cock hard against his daughter's pussy, his baby's legs wrapping around the small of his back, her underwear swinging lewdly from one of her ankles.   With small swivels of his hips, he felt his cockhead touch the end of his daughter's blazingly hot pussy. Tabitha let her head dangle back from her shoulders, her eyes glazing slightly, her body going slack, but her pussy clenching tight like a vise around her daddy's hard shaft.   "Ohhh, I want this so badly, Daddy! I've wanted to feel this for so long, oh God, ohhh God!"   "Fuck yes baby, I know you've had sex before, so I'm going to pound you hard right now, uhhhm, cause Daddy needs it." John started thrusting into his daughter right away, his shaft moving slower than he wanted, because his baby's pussy was so tight. Tabitha's body was shaking in her father's arms, every nerve in her body craving her father to pound her hard with his thick cock.   "Fuck me harder, Daddy. Fuck me until I scream," Whimpered his little fuck slut. Her ass was pressed against the edge of the counter, scraping as her father gave her just what she wanted. She pressed her pussy down against her father's erratic thrusts, her eyes looking into her father's own crazed stare. With a vixen like tongue roll, she urged her father to cum inside her tight little cunt.   "Put that hot cum in me, right now, I want to feel it."   Her father hissed his response, his breathing had become strangled with moans, "Nooo not yet baby, Daddy needs to make his little Tabby feel really good."   John pressed Tabitha up against himself, feeling her breasts mash up against him, her hard nipples getting lost in the hair covering his chest. With his cock still inside of her, he ran to the kitchen table, laying her partly down on it, leaning over her, not missing a second to resume stroking into her.   His mouth hung open as he pounded his cock far up into his baby's pussy. Wet sucking noises from his daughter's tight pussy filled the echoing kitchen amid moans of lust. Tabitha screwed her eyes tight, her tight cunt squeezing on her father's hard shaft as he slammed his body weight hard against her.   Gone were the thoughts of how society would handle such a lewd occasion. John just wanted to empty his tight balls into his slutty little daughter's womb. Tabitha was moaning and tossing her head from side to side, her long hair fanned out over the table. Her father's stomach slapped against hers while he tried to get his cock farther into her. From his tiptoes to his knees on the table, her father slowly moved himself on top of her, his pounding on her tight cunt never ceasing.   Their bodies were square upon the kitchen table, Tabitha's legs were wrapped around the small of her father's back. She could feel the quick wet sensation of John's tightened balls smacking between her legs. John's daughter was breathing in hard spurts, she was ready to come, her pussy drooling wetness around her father's thick shaft.   "Daddy don't stop, I need this, I'm so close!" Tabitha wailed. John was beating his cock into his daughter harder, his own time drawing nearer with each and every thrust. His testicles had tightened until they were drawn up hard to his shaft. He could feel the warm milky cum churning at the bottom of his shaft, so close to release.   "Ahhh Tabby my little pussy cat. Tabby like a pussy…must be the reason we named you so, you're daddy's hot little pussy…mmm you like that? Yes, be daddy's little wet pussy, give daddy something to shoot his come into, ah! Ohhh mm yes, fuck yes," John muttered to his daughter. He felt his daughter's pussy tighten around his cock, her body rigid for a few seconds, before she started screaming her hot exploding orgasm.   John opened his own mouth to gasp and moan, giving one last thrust into his daughter, driving his cock deep into her convulsing pussy. Stream after stream of come flooded her little hole, coating her walls with thick white come. Tabitha gripped her father's shoulders with her hands, squeezing his back muscles as he pounded his spurting cock into her pussy.   "Daddddddyyyyyy, fuck your cum in your little girl!" Tabitha howled in a heaving moan. John gripped his little girl's long hair, grabbing handfuls of it as he pressed his thick cock deep into his baby. Hot breath floated over Tabitha's face as her father emptied the last drops out of his swollen balls into her hot little pussy. He leaned down and licked and kissed her face, his tongue pushing into her mouth with insistent need.   Their sweating bodies pressed against eachother, making Tabitha's breasts stick to her father's chest. Arms were woven tightly around sides, their legs tangled with John's hard cock still throbbing inside his daughter's pussy. Their mouths burned in feverish kisses, saliva spreading wetly over cheeks and lips as both daughter and father used tongue and lips. Finally, after their bodies had somewhat cooled down, they stopped their wanton stroking of mouths and slowly caressed eachother's heaving bodies with searching hands.   "Mmm Daddy, this was just what I wanted. We can do this whenever you want my young body." She reached between her legs, feeling her father's softening cock slowly slip out of her, his come and her wetness trickling out of her pussy. Tabitha's hands wandered over her father's body, touching his face and running her fingers over his lips. John sucked her fingers into his mouth, licking and tasting their combined sticky flavor.   "Oh God, Tabby, I'm going to fuck you anytime that your mom isn't around. I'm going to wake you up at night with my cock pushing at your little cute lips." John kissed her cheek, his body weight sinking over next to her on the table. Tabitha's hand reached over to stroke at her father's soft and sticky cock. Closing her eyes she fell asleep with her leg around her father, her hand still curled around his shaft. c o n s e n s u a l     "So I'm coming over to your place in thirty minutes, and then we'll head out to the drive-in movie." Shaun said to me over the phone, clearing things up.  "Sounds like a plan." I answered. We said our goodbyes and then I hung up the phone.  Tonight was a Saturday night, and yesterday was my birthday, but my best friend Shaun wasn't in town until this morning. Tonight is his way of making it up to me for missing my twenty first birthday. I turned around inside my room and made a beeline for my closet. Shaun has been my best friend since the third grade when he was fat, and I had braces and pigtails. We had both grown up a lot since then. Shaun grew up to be a very attractive man. He was popular amongst the women, and he knew it. He has so much confidence, but it seems as if he's not really interested in women. Maybe he's gay? Even so, I would still like to dress to impress. After all, it is still my birthday weekend. I grabbed my Lacey black see through shirt, and a black bralette before putting them on. I paired them with light blue jeans and black ankle boots. I didn't bother with my wild curly black hair, but I did use black eyeliner to line my sea green eyes. I just sprayed a little perfume on me when I heard a car horn from outside. I quickly grabbed my jacket and flew out the door, locking it behind me. Once I was inside Shaun's car, I turned to him and smiled. Shaun smiled back at me and said, "you look as beautiful as ever."  My smile widened in a silent thanks, and he peeled off into the direction of the movies. I snuck glances at him every once in a while, and saw that he had gained a little more muscle on his lean body. His black hair was a little on the messy side in a sexy way, and he wore a smirk on his chiseled face. He was perfection. We pulled into the drive-in and Shaun insisted in paying for the both of our tickets. "My treat." He winked at me, before slowly driving to find us a perfect place to park. Couples, and teens looked at Shaun's Mercedes Benz, but his tinted windows prevented them from seeing us. We finally found a spot in the middle of all the cars, and the screen was directly in front of us, displaying previews and ads. "Do you want any popcorn or something to drink? I'm going to walk to the concessions." Shaun asked me. I shook my head no, and he got out of the car. I watched him leave before turning back to the previews. The viewing was loud, but I rolled down the windows anyways, so we could get the full affect. As I was rolling down Shaun's window, something shiny caught my eye on his door. I stuck my hand in the little pocket on the door and found a few CDs and some papers. When I pulled out the shiny thing, it was a small foiled wrapper. I gasped as I stared at the condom. 'Maybe it's just an extra from his trip? Yeah, that's got to be it. We're just friends!'  My mind was swirling with questions, when I saw Shaun approaching the car. I quickly stuffed the condom into the pocket, and sat back in my seat. He opened the door and got in, peering at me weirdly. "Hey, the line was way too long, so I'm going to wait for it to die down a bit." "O-oh, okay." I said in a small voice. 'Act natural!' I thought to myself. "Are you okay?" Shaun asked me in a confused voice, his eyebrow raised as he glanced at my hands. I looked down to see my hands clenched in really tight fists. I jolted in shock, and attempted to breathe out slowly. I slowly loosened my hands, and gave Shaun an easy smile. "I'm totally fine." He chuckled at me before relaxing back into his seat. I don't even know why I'm freaking out so bad. I need to remain calm. I don't even think Shaun thinks of me that way. He sees me as more of a younger sister. Yeah. The movie starts and the lights that were lighting up the field we are all parked on went out. A cool breeze wafts through the car, relaxing my tense body.  And that's when I feel Shaun's hand on my thigh. Aw crap. "Uh Shaun?" I said, turning to him with an awkward ass smile on my face. "Hm?" He turns to me, his eyebrows raised in question. "Did you need something?" "What are you doing?" "Watching the movie." "That's not what I mean." "Then what do you mean Sierra?"  I groan before turning back around and trying to relax again. Thirty minutes into the movie, and I somehow ended up in the back seat with my knees up to my chest, cowering in fear. The movie was scaring the hell out of me, and being in the dark was not helping. A jump scare happens and I yelp a little, hiding my face inside my jacket. The actress's screams pierce my eardrums. The door next to me opens, and I jump a little. Shaun slides in next to me and closes the door behind himself. "I almost forgot how much of a scaredy cat you actually are." He laughs at me. "Oh shove it." I gritted out, annoyed. I scoot a little closer to Shaun and lay my head on his shoulder so I can hide in it when the music becomes intense. He lifts his arm and wraps it around me, pulling me closer to him. This was normal for us. We have always been comfortable enough around each other, and we've always been super close. But seeing that condom earlier made me nervous.  If Shaun were to try to have sex with me and I agreed, he would be my second time. My first time was awful. It hurt, and the guy came after ten minutes, and fell asleep on top of me. I was pissed. It wasn't at all how the movies and books said it would be. Shaun's hand is currently on my side, rubbing me gently. This soothes me a little and gives me courage to peek at the screen. The sound was muffled a bit and I noticed he rolled the windows up. "It was getting chilly." Shaun explains to me after I ask why he rolled the windows up. His hand slid up under my shirt but stayed at my side, rubbing it in small circles. I bite my lip and decide to not say anything. I didn't want to make it any more awkward than it already was. Then he starts lightly scratching my side, but instead of tickling me, it makes me feel hot. The spot where he is touching my body tingles and shoots signals straight to my pussy. I clench my thighs together, and nibble on my bottom lip. His hand slides out from my shirt, and he turns to me. Before I could question him, he molds his soft lips onto mine. His right hand comes up to cup the back of my head, holding me in place as he devours my mouth. His left hand is sliding up my things, and up my ribcage. He then grabs my hefty boob and starts kneading my flesh. I gasp as a shock zips through my body, and he immediately plunges his tongue into my mouth, and explores. I'm breathing heavy through my nose, and I feel my body actually push itself closer to him. He pulls me so that I'm straddling him, and pulls my shirt off along with my bra.  One of his hands grab my ass, and the other holds my tit in place as he sucks on my nipple. His tongue swirls around it, and his lips tug on it. I let out a throaty moan as my head falls back. I absentmindedly begin grinding my lower body onto him, needing the friction.  He kisses up from my boob up to my neck and leaves a trail of love marks. I moan softly. His mouth meets mine again and our tongues are making love to each other. Both of his hands are on my ass, and he uses them to grind me against him the way he likes. He kneads my ass, and I pull away to breath. My elbows are on his shoulders, and my head is thrown back. Our grinding gets more aggressive, and I feel myself becoming wetter than I already was. In one fluid motion, I'm on my back with my legs wrapped around Shaun's waist who is now on top of me. He grabs my pants and underwear and pulls them off of me in a quick motion. I shiver as I realize how vulnerable I am to him. I am now completely naked, and I lay bare at his mercy. He sucks in a breath and his eyes widen as he gazes down at me. I couldn't imagine what he sees. My lips feel bruised from our fierce make out, my curly hair a wild untamable mess. My breasts moving with each breath I take, and my pussy glistening with the evidence of my arousal. I must look a sight. "You're the most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on." He mumbles to himself.  My eyes widen in surprise. He takes my nipple in his mouth and massages it with his tongue, causing me to squirm with need. He kisses slowly down my stomach, and my eyes lock to his as he travels lower than my navel.  Green eyes clashed with blue ones as he kisses my thighs lovingly. He bites me and I gasp, before I whine. His hit tongue dips into my pussy, and I bite my lip as he tastes me. His tongue is guiding my weeping nectar into his mouth. And then his tongue circles my clit in slow motions. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and both of my hands grasp on to his hair. I start to constantly moan, and my thighs are trying to close on him, but his big powerful hands prevent them from moving. "Shaun!" I call out as he sucks on my clit and begins to flick it with his fast tongue. "Ooooh... Ah.. ahhhhhhh."  I'm lost in a sea of riveting pleasure and I can do nothing but accept the torture he is putting me through. My head whips from side to side as I grind my pussy onto his mouth. "Fuck!" I yell, as I grind faster. My hands grip his hair harder and I'm using it to fuck his face harder. "Mmmmmm." Shaun's tongue focuses on my clit, and I can do nothing but squeal, as I feel my body tightening up with a wave of intense orgasmic pleasure. "Shaunnnnnn... Mmmm... Ooooh." He laps up my cum, cleaning me thoroughly. I shiver from small waves of pleasure that still attack me. He climbs up my body, I can see that his clothes were taken off at some point. He wears a cocky grin on his face, but awe is shining in his eyes as he gazes at me. He slowly kisses me, and I slowly kiss him back, my body relaxed from my orgasm.  He lowers his hips on to mine, and I can feel his cock gliding through my slick folds. He braces the top half of his body with his elbows, and his hands are gripping my hair tightly as he kisses me. The head of his cock provides friction for my clit, and I become horny all over again. He's breathing heavily into my ear from the pleasure he is receiving. He hips move a little faster, and I start to grind up into him. He moans, and starts to furiously hump me. All you can hear are the sounds of Shaun and I panting, and the wet sound of his dick sliding against me deliciously. "Please." I beg him, my eyes searching his, as I ask him for something I'm not even sure that I want. With a slight shift of his hips, his bulbous head prods my opening. He reaches down and grips the base of his dick, using his hand to rub his head up and down my slit. He focuses on my clit for a few seconds before he's guiding it back to my opening.  He shoves forward a little and I can feel him parting me. He pulls back a little and slides forward, half of his cock inside of me. He pauses and his body tenses up.  "Oh fuck." He moans, before pushing himself all the way in to the hilt. I'm breathing hard and letting out little moans, trying to adjust to his size. I grip his shoulders tightly, and I urge him to move. He pulls out an inch and shoves back in. We both groan. He pulls out halfway, and goes back in. He thrusts into me and soon we find a rhythm we are both comfortable with. Soon the car is filled with the sound of his hips meeting mine. I kiss his neck and nibble on his ear. He grunts and starts to roughly fuck me. His hips start to slam into mine and I groan loudly, meeting him thrust for thrust.  "Oh fuck me!" I yell excitedly. His hands grab my shoulders and he starts jack hammering into my body, moaning loudly repeatedly as I moan as well.  "Oh uh uh uh uh huhhh." I groan out loud.  He bends down and bites my neck hard, without breaking skin, and he thrusts into me wildly seeking his release.  "Shaun!" I shout as something builds inside me. "Ohhhh fuck." He leans back and places my legs over his shoulders, and his hands grip the backs of my knees, opening me up wider for him. He grunts wildly as he pistons in and out of me. "Oh yes baby.. ohhh fuck.. oh yeah.. come on baby." "Ah, fuck me daddy!" I shout, and with two sharp thrusts from him, I explode all over him.  His moans grow louder as he slams into me, and he shouts my name as him cums inside of. His hot seed shoots through me and splashes around in my insides.  His hips are still moving slowly, and we are both moaning softly. He shoves himself as deep as he can inside of me and another spurt of cum shoots out as he groans. He pulls his dick out of me as it goes limp. My body is shaking, and I look at Shaun to see him covered in my juices. "You squirt on me." He said with amusement. "That's never happened to me before." My eyes widened in embarrassment. "Oh shoot."  He pulls out a box of tissues, and we clean ourselves up a bit before putting our clothes on. "So what does this mean?" I asked him. He stared down at me with a blank expression on his face. "It means..." s u p e r n a t u r a l       Samantha knew she shouldn't have been messing around with that ouija board, not in an abandoned house of all places. But it was just so tempting, and her friends were the ones who tempted her in the first place, so really it was their fault, not hers. Something had replied to her that first night, using the board. She was shocked at first, but quickly grew intrigued. She told it nothing about herself, and it revealed nothing about itself in return. But being alone in that house, only a candle illuminating the darkness as she talked to a complete stranger who sounded suspiciously interested in her was addictive. She kept returning every night she could, and their conversations began to turn borderline flirty, almost playfully sexual.  Until it grew aggressive. It pushed her for answers, asking her her name and where she lived. Scared, she refused, and in response, the candle blew out. The house began to shudder and groan, and she ran out, terrified, vowing never to return again. Samantha thought she'd never encounter the being again. And for a while, she didn't.  She didn't realize it was taking its time to hunt her down. After a few weeks, strange things began happening in her home. Doors opened and closed, lights flickered, and she swore she heard footsteps one night. It wasn't too frequent, so she forced herself to believe that it was just her imagination. Until one night, she saw him.  He manifested right in front of her, a demon clad in a suit. He looked mostly human, save for the horns atop his head, and his red eyes - but above all, he looked really, really fucking hungry. His forked tongue flicked out, licking his lips as they curled into a smirk, an expression of triumph upon his face as he looked at her, murmuring, "There you are." That was the face of a predator having caught his prey. It was the face of someone who'd been waiting for so long to get his way, and who finally had what he wanted in the palm of his hands. She couldn't find the words to say or her voice to speak with. He took a slow, careful step towards her as if testing the waters, and she instinctively took a step back, fascination yet fear in her eyes. The demon easily towered above her - with those broad shoulders and muscular arms, he could do anything he wished with her. The thought of it scared her and somehow at the same time. Her attempt at evading him only served to rile him up even further. As he approached her, she continued to step back, until finally she found herself close to the door and ran. She knew she had no chance but she still ran. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she sprinted through her house, panting, eyes wide. She heard his footsteps behind her, close but not too close. She was closing in on the front door and she thought maybe a miracle would happen, she'd reach it and escape in time- In the blink of an eye, strong arms wrapped around her, and Samantha found herself pressed to his chest. "You didn't think I was gonna let you get away that easy, did you?"  He'd let her think she had a chance, only to crush her hopes. The thought of it left a sour taste in her mouth and made her body tingle at the same time. She struggled, trying to squirm out of his grip somehow, only to his amusement. He chuckled, low and almost raspy, as if watching her helplessly try to escape would make taking her even better. In the blink of an eye, she was no longer at the front door but in her bedroom. Taken aback at the sudden change of surroundings, she stopped struggling, and in a second he had her pinned against the wall. She cried out as her back roughly met the hard surface, and before she knew it, his lips were on hers and his hands were on her shoulders, holding her in place tightly. In complete contrast to his soft lips, he kissed her roughly, bit her until she gasped and his tongue found way to her mouth. her hands instinctively latched onto his shoulders, and somehow, in the midst of his hand snaking up her shirt, she started kissing back.  His hand felt almost like it burned her skin yet sent electricity throughout her entire body. She felt his sharp nails rake up her chest, and he tore the fabric off of her instantly. He was thoughtless and impatient, wanting only one thing from her - and the thought heightened her arousal even further. She whimpered as he ripped her bra off, and felt fear. Fear and arousal intermingling with each other, her head telling her she didn't want this while her body told her she needed it.  As he fondled her breasts, almost pinching her firm nipples, she felt something hard against her leg. It was all too much for her - the feeling of his skin on hers, his lips and his warm breath on her face, the fact that she was still pinned against her will to a wall - and a soft murmur escaped her mouth, "Stop..." His hot gaze shifted from her chest to her eyes, and a hint of a scoff played at his lips. "Say that again." She hesitated, confused and unsure. In that moment of hesitation, he made quick work of her pants and slipped his hand into her panties. She gasped once more, her hands digging into his shoulders. His fingers played with her clit, flicking it and stroking it until she couldn't hold back her moans. "Say it," he said, his tone mocking and cold. "Tell me to stop." She didn't want it to stop. He was touching her in every sweet spot she had. She was like a puppet in his hands, to do with as he wished. And the only thing she hoped for was that he wouldn't stop. And then he did. He stopped.  "No," she said, eyes wide,  "No? You told me to stop." She saw he was about to move away, and pulled herself closer to him out of desperation. "No, no, please, I don't-" "Don't what?" "I don't..." She swallowed her pride, looked away from him and said, "I don't want you to stop..." "Really? Then what exactly do you want?" he asked, knowing exactly what she wanted, yet taking great pleasure in watching her beg for it. "Look at me and tell me what you want." Her mind was a mess as she looked up and met his fiery eyes. A smug expression rested upon his face, and those red, red eyes of his looked at her like they saw right through her. She blushed, out of embarrassment or arousal, she couldn't tell which it was anymore. All she knew was that being in his presence was burning her up, and she needed more of him. "I want... I want you to keep touching me, I want more of you, I just want you to.. To-" "To fuck you?" he finished, thankfully making it easier for her. His face was so close to hers, she felt his breath on her skin. His hand reached downwards, finally touching her again, and she moaned, almost melting into him. He stroked her, giving her exactly what she needed as he continued, "An intruder appears in her house, treats you like you're nothing more than a possession of his, and all you want is for him to have his way with you." "Yes, yes, I want it, please." the lust had clouded up her thoughts and she didn't even hesitate to admit it. He stepped sideways, and pushed her to the floor in front of him. She cried out, looking up at him, scared yet desperate for more.  "Get on the bed," he ordered, looking down at her as he unbuckled his belt, "So I can fuck you like the slut you are." She wasted no time in moving onto the bed, getting on all fours, her pussy wet in anticipation. She felt his weight on the mattress behind her, a hand firmly gripping her waist as he positioned himself and thrusted into her. She cried out at his size and his roughness, but he took no notice of it. It was almost animalistic, how hard he fucked her and how carelessly. Even as she gripped the sheets, biting her lips so she wouldn't shout out, he continued ramming into her, pushing her body forward with each thrust.  Soon, she adjusted to his pace and his size and began to moan. As she did, he grabbed her hair and pulled, eliciting another cry from her. Hearing her cry out in pain was what got him off more than anything else, and knowing that turned her on even more. He kept thrusting into her, going even faster now as she shuddered and moaned, helpless against him. One of his hands had her hair in a tight fist, and the other on her waist, his nails digging into her skin. Each rough movement he made sent her further and further over the edge, until finally, she arched her back, closed her eyes, and cried out as she came. Her orgasm washed over her entire body in waves, and the sensation of his dick ramming into her as she came heightened it even more. Soon after, he came too, his dick pulsing and his hot semen in her. She felt empty as he pulled out of her, staying there for a few seconds, before he got up. She stayed on the bed, a sweaty, hot mess, panting and exhausted while he simply buckled his belt up and let out a satisfied sigh. Leaning over to her, he took her chin in his hand and pulled upwards until she met his eyes. "You know you're mine now, don't you?" he whispered, red eyes burning into her soul. So a demon had tracked her down, broken into her house and used her, and now claimed she belonged to him. Was this how things were going to be from now on? Was there nothing she could do to stop him? For now, she simply nodded, too weary to do anything but accept her fate.  i n t e r r a c i a l     It was Bill's arms that I noticed first. Tattooed, muscular, solid, dark chocolate. I knew my curves would fit in them and I'd melt. Into a puddle. Like the one between my thighs whenever I looked at him, whenever his kind eyes made contact with mine. I remember the first time we met. He shook my hand and I was in awe of his strength, his warmth. Even though our jobs were at opposite ends of the building, we developed a friendly rapport. We had been checking in and flirting with one another for over seven years. I applied for a job in his department and was promoted. This would mean a lot of travel, and mostly all with him. We arrived at the hotel and our rooms were right next to one another. Adjoining rooms. It had been so long since I'd been away. I had just buried my Dad and had no one to call at the end of the day to say I'd arrived safe. No one to say to me, "goodnight, I love you." I was channel surfing when I heard a soft knock at the adjoining door. I climbed out of bed, finger combed my hair and listened against the door. "Nanc?" he whispered. "Are you okay?" I unlocked the door and there he stood in a tight white v neck undershirt and navy pajama pants. "You're wearing my shirt," he said as he leaned against the door jamb and looked me up and down. I became self-conscious, remembering that all I was wearing was a white v neck shirt as well. I bought men's 2xl tall to make sure my ass was covered but it still ended a good four inches above my knees. "I could hear you flipping channels and I wanted to make sure you were okay. It's 2 am and with the time change and the long flight, you should be asleep by now. Need anything?" he asked. And I did. I so needed to go up on tiptoe, wrap my arms around his thick neck, inhale his scent, feel his heat. Would he let me? He was the one who had knocked on my door in the middle of the night. He was the one looking me up and down. "Bill..." I stepped forward slowly. And he met me half way. His right arm went around my waist and as I went up on my toes, he bent and pulled me close. My chin was on his shoulder, his face was in my neck, my breasts were resting high on his chest, his cock against my belly button. It had been so long since I'd felt cock and I'd never felt anything like the steel that was rubbing against me, like the heat that was radiating off of him. "Baby..." he whispered. "Please don't let go," I whimpered. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his left hand cupping my face. There was nothing in the world like his whiskey eyes. His thumb brushed my lips and I opened for him. I sucked on the tip, tasting his salty skin. He inhaled sharply. "You deserve gentle," he said. "I'm gonna try but I can't promise." And he lifted me, right off my feet and pressed me against the open door, pinning me with his weight, never looking away from me, wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips brushed mine softly, nipping the corners of my mouth before settling on the middle. He flicked my bottom lip with his tongue. "Are your nipples the same color as your lips? They are the prettiest pink I've ever seen. Are you pink everywhere? I can't wait to suck on you...your tongue, your tits, your clit, your pussy." And he kissed me. He consumed me with his mouth, his tongue, opening me wide to dance with him. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was on fire for him. His loving touch, his way of talking dirty but making me feel cherished, alive. My hands went from his shoulders to the base of his neck, up his naked skull. I ground my pussy against him, dampening his shirt. His mouth moved to my cheek, my temple, my forehead. "You're so wet for me. I feel you, I smell you." And he pulled my shirt over my head. My breasts thrust forward, aching for his touch. He looked at them, buried his head in my chest and used his hands to push them together to cradle him. "Please...." I whispered. "Tell me, Nanc." "Taste me, Bill." "Where? How, baby?" "With your fingers, your mouth, your teeth. Please suck on me," I begged. "Your beautiful pink nipples, so hard for me." And he lifted my left breast, blowing on the already tight tip, flicking it with his tongue, circling it over and over before finally sucking it inside. And I watched. I watched his sexy chocolate mouth tasting me, pulling me into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. His teeth caught the tip as his eyes watched me. My head dropped back against the door and I begged for more. "Finger me, Bill. Rub my clit and make me come," I breathed. "Don't rush me, baby," he sighed as he switched to my right breast. "I just started tasting your sweet tits." "No one said you had to stop sucking. I just need you everywhere. I've waited so long. I've dreamed of your fingers in my bald, pink pussy. Like vanilla, chocolate and strawberry all together," I moaned as I pressed my naked heat against his t-shirt. He reared back at my words, looking me in the eye. His pupils were dilated. I could tell I was driving him as crazy as he was driving me. "Your pussy is completely bald, baby?" He looked down but at this angle, my tummy was in the way. I tried to unlock my legs from his waist but he pressed me against the door.   "We're not going anywhere, yet. We're staying right here for a while longer. I'm going to lower my pants and lower your hips and nestle my dick against your wetness. And when I'm fully coated in your juice, then I'm going to stretch you. I'm going to feed you all of me. You're going to grip me and ride me and we're gonna fly so damn high before we shatter all over one another." He never stopped staring at me as he did what he said. I shuddered as his cock made contact with my smooth, wet skin. He tucked the shaft under me so I was dripping directly onto him and the head was inching up toward my ass. Nothing had ever felt as good as his steel. He fed his index finger into my mouth. His thick fingers that I could not wait to feel inside of me. When it was completely coated with my saliva, he pulled it out and began to rub my ass. That sensitive hole that only I had ever touched. He kissed me intensely before dropping his head to my right nipple, watching me as he took turns biting me and sucking me. His finger was rubbing over my tight taboo hole, barely inching inside of me. "Bill..." I gasped as more of my juice coated his cock. I couldn't be any wetter unless I was squirting. He felt my release and I felt him become even harder before he inched his fingertip into my ass. I moved more, trying to get it all inside of me. "Easy, little one," he warned as I dropped lower and sunk his thick digit straight into my ass. He wiggled it inside of me and I cried out. "I want you, baby. Please don't torture me." And I rode that finger. He withdrew it to the tip and shoved it back in. "I can tell no one's ever been in your ass, baby," he smiled as he pulled back from my tit. "Never had anything but your little finger in that tight hole? We have to make my cock fit in your tight pussy before we make your ass gape. And it will gape from my fingers and from my cock before the night is over." I gripped his shirt, pulling it over his head. I scraped my fingernails across each of his nipples and I twisted them as I bent and bit his neck, leaving a mark on him before sucking it soothingly. He gently tugged me back by my hair trying to stop me but I switched to the other side of his neck, marking him there as well. That did it. He pulled me off the door and carried me over to the bed, dropping me on my back and spreading my legs wide open, pulling his finger out of my ass. I missed that finger immediately. I pushed my ass off the bed, presenting and raising myself toward him. "Tell me, Nanc," he moaned, looking at my pussy. "Be explicit and tell me." "Bill, suck my clit and finger my ass. I want to feel you everywhere, sweetie. Get me ready for your big cock." And for the first time, I looked down and I saw him, his black steel standing straight up, pointing past his belly button, coated in my juice with pearly drops of his own cum dripping down the tip. He dragged his fingers thru my slit, wetting them. He pushed my knees toward my chest and dropped between my legs. I felt his index finger enter my ass and he sawed it back and forth. He spit on my ass, adding more wetness as he brought his middle finger to my tight hole.   The next time his finger retreated, he tucked them both together and began to rub. I came up on my elbows to look him in the eye. He met my gaze and pushed, slowly inserting both digits into my virgin hole. He spit some more and then shoved some more and the pain was the most satisfying pain I had ever known as both fingers entered me, side by side, rubbing nerve endings I had never known existed. He splayed his left hand on my belly, his thumb seeking out my clit, and he rubbed. He found my kernel and he rubbed as he gaped my ass with his two thick fingers. And I screamed. Over and over, I cried out his name, pleading for him never to stop. "Bill, your mouth, please. Eat me, baby!!!!" And he lowered his mouth and licked my slit. Rubbed my clit, licked my slit and finger fucked my ass. And I shook, and I creamed as I came, and when I thought it was ending, it began again. And I squirted. For the first time in my life, I squirted.   And Bill drank all my juice. He slurped it up like a man in a desert, dying of thirst. I reached down and held the hand on my belly, the one rubbing my clit. And I rubbed his head with my other hand, pressing him into my most intimate place as I raised my hips towards his face, never wanting the pleasure to end. And he rode it with me. He never let go as I flew and I shattered over and over again. I finally dropped to the bed and he slowly pulled his fingers from my ass, bending down to lick and soothe the empty hole. He lifted his head to look up at me and then stood up, pulling the sheet over me. "I'll be right back," he said before disappearing into his room. I had just started to drift off when he nudged my arm to hand me a bottle of water. When I opened my eyes, his chocolate cock was right in front of me. "I'd rather drink you," I drawled. "Oh, you will, Nanc, but for now, drink your water." He climbed into bed next to me as I moved into a sitting position. I sipped my water as I ran my hands over him...his arms, his shoulders, his rippling back. I couldn't stop looking at him, his cocoa skin against my Irish white freckles. His arm went around me and pulled me close. I looked down at his cock. "How big are you?" I asked. He laughed. "Eight inches. Not the biggest around." I finished my water and sat the bottle aside. I got on my hands and knees between his thighs. "You don't have to, baby." "I've wanted this for seven years," I told him. I looked him in the eye and I licked the tip. I swirled my tongue around it like it was an ice cream cone. And then I took long leisurely licks up and down all sides of the shaft. And I tasted him and I tasted me on him. And together, we tasted incredible. The tip started to ooze and I stabbed it with my tongue, tasting the pure essence of Bill. His hands twisted in the sheets as he watched me. "Guide my head down, baby. Put you in my mouth," I whispered. He looked me in the eye and his hands went in my hair and he croaked, "Open for me." And I did and he fed me his dick. Nothing ever tasted or looked as good as his black cock filling my mouth, slowly easing into the back of my throat before easing back out and then shoving back in. On and on this went until I pressed down for more and I started to gag.   He tried to pull out and I wouldn't let him. I felt him weighing heavy in the back of my throat and I loved it. I loved this man for being gentle, dirty, tasty, caring. And God, I loved his cock. I pulled back and let some saliva run out of my mouth and coat him, and then I sucked back and forth, like a woman starved. And I used my hand to stroke the remaining three inches that I couldn't take and I cupped and cradled his balls and squeezed. "Fuck, Nanc! I'm gonna explode. You have to stop or I'm gonna cum down your throat," he warned, holding my head. I hummed in appreciation and pleasure. "You want my cum? God, I fucking love your tight, wet mouth. Drink me and I'll have more for your pussy, baby. Your pretty pink pussy and your tight ass. Fuck! Here it comes, baby. Suck harder, squeeze my balls. Get ready for my cum....ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!!!" And I drank it all. No one had ever tasted like him. No one had ever filled me. And I continued to softly stroke him as he collapsed and I laid my head on his hip, licking him gently, knowing I'd never get enough of him. He stroked my neck and shoulders and I dozed for a bit. I woke as he pulled me up to lay me against him. He squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading them as he ground my pussy into his groin. I nuzzled into his neck, breathing him in. "You're amazing, Nanc. I knew we'd be explosive together. Tell me what you want next, baby." I sat up on his chest, looking at him. "You on top of me, inside me. I want your weight on me, your whole body wrapped around me, covering me, keeping me safe, taking me, thrusting deep. Fill me with all of you." He grinned and rolled us until I was on my back, gazing up at him, and I reached for his face. He pulled my thighs high up on his hips and he rubbed his cock along my folds, spreading my juices all over me, all over him. And then he gave me the tip. He was so wide, I felt like I was a virgin again. The tip stretched me and I moaned. He looked at me in concern and I grabbed his hands and place them on my breasts. "Squeeze and push," I said. And he sunk inside of me, inch by inch, as he squeezed my tits and gave me everything I wanted, every part of him. He touched places no one, no toy, ever had before and I could hear us.   Our joining, our wetness, and I rose to meet him, needing his weight. He lowered his right hand and rubbed my clit with his finger, and I fell back onto the bed and I came. I screamed and I came and I coated him and he fucked me so softly. And when my orgasm passed, he dropped his weight on top of me and he pounded me, hard. "You're gonna come again for me, Nanc. I want to make you squirt, to feel your juice pouring out of you as I fill you with my hot cum. Listen to us. Listen to how wet you are for me, how much my dick loves gliding thru that silk, filling you full. Your pussy was made for my cock, baby. It's a perfect fit. It's home for me and I'm never going to stop fucking you." Our nipples rubbed together and I grabbed his ass, pulling him in as deep as he could go. "Oh fuck, Nanc, I'm going to burst inside you, fill you with my seed. I love our skin together, our colors. I have never seen, never felt anything like this. So beautiful, baby." And his cock began to jet and pour hot cum inside of me and I exploded again, cumming all over his hot steel. He kissed me, our tongues colliding over and over again. He pumped me six times with bursts of cum and I felt it pouring out of me, soaking the sheets. I caressed his back as he lay on me, both of us trying to catch our breath. "I know I'm heavy, I'll move in a minute, sweets," he gasped. "I'm not letting you go," I whispered and I hugged him tighter. About an hour later, he entangled himself from me and when I resisted, he pulled me into his arms and carried me into the shower. We washed one another off and stood under the hot water, hugging. Never had I been in a more intimate embrace.   We towel dried and went into his room to snuggle under the sheets. We kept touching one another, not wanting to ever lose contact. He was spooning me when I felt him reach behind and open his bedside table. "Lay on your belly, baby," he whispered. And trusting him completely, I rolled to my belly. He squeezed some lube on my ass and began rubbing. Once my hole was coated, he introduced one finger and began gently sawing it back and forth. After a few minutes, he pressed a second one against it and twisted. They sunk inside me, stretching me. But this time, it wasn't enough. "Don't wait, Bill. I want your cock," I moaned. "Come on, Nanc, you can be more descriptive than that," he teased. "I want your cock in my ass to the root, baby. I want you to stretch me. I want you to pound my ass like you pounded my pussy. Please make me fly. My body is all yours. I trust you, Bill," I pleaded as he double-fingered my ass. "Do you want three fingers?" he asked. "No, I want your cock," I whispered. "I can't hear you, Nanc," he teased. "Do you want three fingers or my tongue?" "No, I want your big black cock to plunge into my tight asshole and rip me apart until I fit you. Make me yours, gape me. Fill me with your seed, Bill!" And he spread my cheeks wide open and he fed me his eight inch snake inch by fat inch and it was painful in the best way. He got all the way in and he pulled out, and plunged back, and pulled out and plunged again. And he was fucking my ass and I was moaning and screaming and crying because he was my love and I had him completely. I had given all of me and I would be his forever. He owned all of me, my body and my heart. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, noticing my tears, and I shook my head no. He pulled out, flipped me to my back, pushed my legs up and looked me in the eye as he stuffed that big chocolate dick all the way back up my open asshole. "You're so hot, baby. I love your mouth and your pussy and your asshole." And he rubbed my clit and I flew apart, shaking uncontrollably until I couldn't catch my breath. And he remained still until I could breathe again and then he pounded me into the mattress, holding me tight to his chest and his cum boiled out of him and filled my ass in five hot jets. His mouth met mine and we kissed so gently. I felt happy, peaceful and alive and I loved him with every part of me and I prayed he would never leave me. And then he spoke. "I love you forever, Nanc. You're mine. Always. And I'm never letting you go." i n c e s t ( i )     She couldn't fully explain it, all she knew was that she needed her daddy's cock inside her really bad.  This feeling had been building inside Abby for the past couple of months after she had caught her dad fucking his now ex-girlfriend Emma. Her dad had dated her for maybe eight months before he broke up with the 30 something brunette, but Abby was never told why they had split and she had wondered about it for a while as it seemed to have happened out of nowhere.  But three months before they split up Abby had come home early from a sleepover she had been at with her girlfriends when she had gotten into a fight with them about how they talked about her dad. Abby hated how they talked about him like he was just a boy their age that they wanted to fuck them, like he wasn't her loving father who had raised her alone since her mom up and left them when she was a kid.  They always talked about how sexy her dad was, and even though she always told them to drop it -- that they were gross -- she knew her dad was a good-looking man. It was kind of hard not to notice especially when you lived with him and he would cook breakfast shirtless some mornings.   He was a tall man, maybe 6'3'' and muscular -- her dad was an ex-professional football player and was still built like one. He had thick dark near shoulder length hair that he always said needed to be cut but Abby and Emma had both told him it looked good and to keep the messy look. She had often heard Emma comment on the stubble on his face saying she hoped he never shaved it off.  Abbey looked more like her cheerleader mom; a petite but curvy redhead. She used to get teased about her breasts when she was young because they had grown so fast that by the time she was twelve she was a c-cup. Everyone used to call her tissue-tits as they never believed that she had been that developed at her age.   And short of pulling her top down to show them her breasts she couldn't prove it and she had known that was why some teased her -- they had wanted her to flash them. She had told her dad who had gotten really close to hitting a boy that would not leave her alone. Her daddy was her protector and whenever she had a nightmare or was teased in school she would stay in his bed and they would watch Disney movies before she would pass out in his safe embrace.  But as she got older that had been happening less and less. She didn't need her dad as much anymore and she wasn't a little kid that could just jump into bed with him anytime she wanted.   But even though she was now 18-years-old she sometimes -- like the night she had the fight with her friends -- just needed a hug from her daddy to make her feel better, and so she had gone to her father's room hoping to cuddle with him but she had been so distracted by angry thoughts about her friends that she had missed the raw sounds of sex coming from beyond his open bedroom door.   Even though she never had sex or ever seen or heard anyone having sex before that moment a primal instinct inside her instantly knew what was happening in her daddy's bedroom.  She had hesitated from backing away mortified at what she was suddenly privy to after hearing Emma scream about how big her daddy's cock was and how much she loved it pounding her pussy. Her hesitation frightened her for a moment because that hesitation gave life to the realization that she was curious about what was happening in his bedroom; she was curious about what it looked like when her daddy pounded his big cock into his girlfriend's pussy.  Abby felt a blush spread from her cheeks down her whole body making her shiver when her own innocent pussy tingled in curiosity. She squeezed her naked thighs beneath the skirt she wore together before slowly walking to the slightly ajar door and gently pushing it open another inch or two giving her a view that would change everything in her world.  Her handsome 42-year-old father was completely naked with sweat dripping tantalizingly down his tanned muscular back, the candles lighting the room caused his hard body to shine and gleam as his hips rhythmically thrust down into the dripping hairless pussy of his moaning girlfriend.   He stood at the end of his bed with his back to the door so Abby had a perfect view of his tight ass driving down into and out of his girlfriend's wet embrace. Emma's ass was nearly hanging off the bed but her dad held her behind her knees pinning them to the bed on either side of her chest so she was basically trapped as her dad's balls slapped her ass with each downward slam of his hips. Abbey could see his thick cock and balls between his spread legs that were braced against the end of the mattress for leverage in his movements.  "Fuck Ethan don't stop," Emma had begged, a desperate tone coating her voice.  "That's it baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock like a good girl," her dad practically growled and his voice had reminded Abby of the times he had been angry with her. It was a deep bass that seemed to originate in his gut before building to a growled command to 'be a good girl' and 'go to bed' or to 'get home now'. It had made Abby shiver and she realize her hand had travelled to in between her thighs, lightly tickling up until she reached her soaked panties and the feeling of the wet material had made her heart pound and her pussy ache for touch.  Just after a debate in her head on whether to turn and leave or to stay and sate the need her pussy was throbbing with had ended with her dipping her hand into her panties in anticipation, Emma had suddenly cried out as her dad shouted, "fuck!"  Abby had watched as her daddy's hips pounded furiously into a screaming Emma and she could see even by candle light as Emma's pussy began pulsing around her daddy's cock in orgasm. Her dad suddenly stopped and threw his head back before growling and roughly slamming into Emma's dripping pulsing heat once, twice, then three more times and Abby watched in awe as his ass clenched and relaxed as he growled and spurted his hot seed inside her.   He had then slumped forward letting go of her knees and catching himself on the mattress. He had slowly pulled his softening cock from inside Emma and Abby watched in amazement as her daddy's thick cock just seemed to keep going before finally being fully removed followed by a gush of their mixed cum trailing down Emma's ass as her pussy pulsated. Soon Emma began cooing to him to lie down with her and Abby quickly but silently backed away.  She had then quietly left the house and gathered herself before entering once more with a loud slam of the door to signal to her dad and Emma that she was home. She had raced to her room before locking herself inside and frantically removed her skirt and panties before diving on her bed and rubbing her little aching clit to orgasm, she had screamed her pleasure into the pillow on her bed and lay there in a state of bliss for an hour.  After that surprising encounter she had touched herself to the image of her dad fucking Emma until two months later when it had lost its exciting thrill and halfway through pleasuring herself with her fingers the image changed from the memory of them fucking to her taking Emma's place and being pounded into the bed by her father who growled at her to 'be a good girl and cum for daddy'.   She had exploded, her orgasm was so strong she had no voice and she silently screamed as her body had bowed from the bed and she was sure she had blacked out for a second. After a long while of coming back to earth she had realized what she had just done. She knew it had been wrong to touch herself to the memory of her dad fucking his girlfriend, but to come so hard to the imagining of him pounding his big cock into her tight little virgin pussy was crossing a line she knew she could never jump back over.  And so, after a week-long shame filled fight against doing it once more she had given in and had since been fantasizing about her dad fucking her every way she could imagine for the past six months. But now, it again had lost it's exciting thrill -- even though she always came hard when she thought of it -- and she needed something more.   After watching every 'daddy daughter' porn she could find that was for free she had thought about getting a dildo and fucking herself with it but had decided against the idea; she didn't want the first time with a cock inside her to be a rubber one and she didn't know how she would get one without somebody finding out.   She had thought about getting a boyfriend as she knew she was pretty enough to be able to find one to her liking quick but she knew they would be nothing compared to her dad who had years of experience, plus she wouldn't feel safe with a random boy and she didn't want to be used like she knew they would. She knew she was being hypocritical in not wanting to be used while looking for someone to use so she could replace her dad but she didn't care; she felt she was allowed to be selfish with her virginity.  She had come to the conclusion that she didn't want to settle for anything less than her daddy being the one to take her virginity but she knew if she brought something like that up with him he would probably send her to therapy and never be able to look at her again -- her daddy was a good man and had never looked at her as anything other than his sweet innocent little girl. But she was so horny all the time and being around him constantly was near torture -- some mornings she had to restrain herself from jumping on him and begging him to take her on the kitchen table.  And then inspiration had struck in the form of a porno she had orgasmed to; a girl had tied her brother to the bed while he slept and had then fucked herself on him. He had woken up quickly and tried to get her to stop but by then it was too late and it had felt so good that he had surrendered to the pleasure and began to participate to his sisters delight.  Abby knew this was crazy, but she had felt as if she was going crazy the past few months and she knew if she could get her daddy to surrender to the pleasure it would be worth it. It was either this or go out and find an older man to fuck her and she knew her daddy would not want her doing that. So she planned and changed her mind about a dozen times until one night when everything was in her favor for this to happen perfectly, she decided to execute her plan.    ~~~~~~   Sometimes her daddy would take sleeping pills before going to bed -- but not very often as they made him feel groggy the next day -- and that night when she saw him swallow down the pills her heart began to race in her chest. Her daddy would be out like a light and fall quickly into a deep enough sleep she should be able to get him tied down before he woke up to stop her.  After her daddy retired to bed she raced to her room to get ready. She wanted to look and smell her best and so she showered quickly -- making sure to trim the little thatch of red hair above her already pulsing clit -- before massaging her cherry scented lotion into her pale skin. She made sure her curls were loose and bouncy, and her fingers and toenails her favorite shade of pink.  She pulled her little pink nightie on making sure her cleavage was on show between her red locks before quietly making her way down the hall to her daddy's bedroom door. She listened at the door before she snuck into his room with the cotton belts from her old dressing gowns in hand and stopped at the end of his bed to admire his sleeping form.  He was conveniently positioned on his back in the middle of his king bed with one arm nestled on the pillow beneath is head and the other resting on his lightly haired chest. As she silently tip toed around to the head of his bed she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight he made sprawled across the white rumpled sheets.   Her eyes travelled down his tanned muscled chest and abs following the dark trail of hair leading to the neat thatch just visible above the edge of the sheet and she could see the shape of her daddy's thick length concealed beneath its light weight.  She bit her lip and made herself focus and after tying one end of the purple sash around one of the thick metal bars on the headboard she carefully moved her daddy's big hand and positioned the other end of the belt beneath his wrist. She kept an eye on his face for any sign's of waking; having no clue what she would say if he woke up to see his sweet little girl tying him to his bed while wearing her shortest nightie that barely covered the curve of her ass which clearly showed that she wore no panties beneath the light pink material.  She gently tied a knot that she had learned online that prevented him from easily removing his hand while also making sure not to hurt him if he struggled to free himself which Abby was sure he would. But before completely tying the knot and risk waking him she crept to the opposite side of his bed and after holding her breath as she lifted his heavy arm from his chest to the pillow beneath his head she repeated the process of tying him to the headboard.   This time however she finished the knot and made sure both ends of the pink belt were secure. Her heart galloped even faster than it already had been -- which was disconcerting even for someone as young as her, she might just give herself a heart attack by the end of this night -- when he grumbled something and moved his head to face her but she breathed a sigh of relief when his eyes stayed closed in sleep. She then went back to the purple belt and finished the knot with little fuss before making sure again that he was completely secured.  She went to stand at the end of his bed as excited anticipation flooded her veins but she also felt the fluttering of nervous butterflies in her tummy at what was about to happen. Abbey knew it was going to hurt when she forced her daddy's engorged cock inside her virgin pussy and that he would eventually wake up from his deep sleep and be very angry with her, but she pushed those thoughts from her mind afraid if she thought too hard about what she was doing she'd back out.  She took a breath before grasping the end of the sheet covering her daddy's lower half and slowly pulled it towards her to reveal his soft cock nestled against his thick thigh and his heavy balls resting between his spread legs. Abby swallowed in desire and awe at the male form; at her daddy's naked body which she was seeing properly for the first time by the light of the full moon shining through the window along with the hall light that crept in the door she had left slightly open for a quick getaway.  She licked her lips as she slowly and quietly knelt on the end of the bed between her daddy's legs and after waiting for a moment to watch if he awakened to the shifting of the mattress she crawled up between his thighs until she could go no further. She rested one elbow on her knee for leverage as she leant forward to get a closer look at her daddy's sex.   She reached her other hand out and hesitated before softly touching the shaft of his circumcised cock and she was surprised at how soft it felt. Her heart raced and her skin shivered as she traced her finger along a vein up to the head and watched as it moved making her jerk back in surprise. After checking her daddy was still asleep she gaped at his member before touching it once more.  She gently caressed him with the tips of her fingers and noticed how he began to harden a little and as she explored the underside of the head he twitched once more making her smile because she realized she'd discovered a spot he found sensitive.  She gently explored him some more before moving her touch down to his balls curiously, she gently cupped him and watched his cock jerk and made a note of it before she got bolder and griped her daddy's hardening cock in her hand. She began to move her hand up and down his shaft but it felt awkward and dry so she went to spit in her hand but changed her mind and blushed as she sat up and reached between her legs. She rubbed her dripping pussy on her hand soaking it before gently gripping his cock and finding it much easier to stroke him as her hand glided along his thick length smoothly.  She pumped her hand around him and watched in fascination as he grew bigger and hardened in her hand. She could tell he wasn't completely hard and even after cupping his balls and nearly having another heart attack when her daddy moaned in his sleep he still wasn't the rock-hard length she needed to fuck herself on.  She kept her eyes on her daddy's handsome face as she licked his tip and savored the salty tang his pre-cum bloomed on her tongue. She kissed him next before caressing her wet lips around his head and down the side of his shaft before hungrily licking back up to his head. She pumped him with her hand again while her tongue explored his balls before tentatively talking one into her mouth.   She felt her daddy's cock harden and jerk in her hand at the same time he groaned aloud and tilted his hips instinctually, and the view she had of him from her position of him sprawled hard and naked across his bed made her pussy clench and gush in need.  The sudden ravenous hunger she felt for his cock had her forgetting to be so gentle and quiet when she took his cock head between her lips and sucked him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his head savoring his flavor before pushing her head down to take more of him inside her. As she bobbed her head and sucked and licked him like she would her favorite lollypop she knew he was fully hard and ready for her pussy but she was enjoying herself too much to stop now.  She suddenly choked when her daddy roughly thrust his hips making her gag on his cock when it hit the back of her throat harshly and after removing him from her mouth to catch her breath she looked up to see he was thankfully still asleep. She wanted to try and deep throat him so she took him back into her mouth and pushed him as far as she could down her throat and he pumped his hips making her gag again but she stayed there only for him to thrust again and then again.   He continuously make her choke on his thick cock but she couldn't fully deep throat him -- he was too big and her mouth was too small, maybe with practice, she thought before completely taking him from her mouth and she realized she had made a mess in her distraction. Her lips and chin, and her daddy's cock and balls were drenched with her saliva and his pre-cum, and she knew she had dripped her arousal to soak into the bed sheets beneath her.  She touched herself to find her pussy wetter than she'd ever been and so very sensitive, and as she brushed her swollen clit with the tip of her finger she gasped and nearly came from that alone.  She needed him now, she needed her daddy's cock inside her. She had waited so long for it and she had never felt more horny and out of control than she did in that moment. She straddled her daddy's waist and when her pussy glided along his throbbing length she moaned aloud. She froze and bit her lip as her daddy groaned before his blue eyes fluttered open lazily, his hands jerked in the restraints grabbing his attention and he looked at his wrists tied to the headboard with a confused expression.  Abbey watched as he finally noticed her straddling him in her little nightie with her wet pussy throbbing against his hard cock.  "What...? Abby sweetheart, what are you doing?" he rumbled in confusion and she noticed there was no trace of sleep anywhere in his tone or his eyes anymore; his predicament clearly jolting him to full wakefulness.  "I'm sorry daddy but I need this, I need your cock inside me," she pleaded with him to understand.  "What! No Abigail, get off me right now," he growled but she just shook her head no.      i n c e s t ( ii )   "Please daddy, I'm so horny. I can't stop thinking about it, about your big cock," she moaned and grinded her clit against his cock that she noticed had softened in his shock and so she continued to glide her soaked pussy up and down his length.  "Christ!" he growled at her, unable to help the hardening of his cock from her actions. "Sweetheart please, daddy can't help it so you need to stop, this isn't right."  "I don't care. It's either this or I find some older man to take my virginity and I don't want to do that but I'm sooo horny daddy. Please!" she whined.  "You better not find some older man," he warned her, his eyes flashing in anger making her gulp and her clit throb, and she grasped the end of her nightie and pulled it of her heated body and threw it on the floor.  "Baby," he groaned and dropped his head to the pillow before looking back up at his daughters blushing naked skin. Her generous breasts were mouthwatering and he noticed her hard-pink nipples were the perfect size and when he looked down and saw her little pussy with a small thatch of red hair rubbing against his leaking cock in need he whimpered -- a sound Ethan had never heard himself utter before.   "Fuck, baby please. I'm too big for you, it'll hurt. Can't you just read a smutty book and touch yourself or something," he pleaded.  "I have, it doesn't help daddy," she whimpered, "I need you." She sat up and grasped her daddy's cock and lined it up to her little virgin hole and tried to relax her muscles.  "Wait wait wait!" he begged her. "You're gonna hurt yourself baby, stop," Ethan stated in his commanding voice making her halt with wide innocent eyes. "Just untie me and--"  "No," she interrupted him with an adorable scowl on her pretty face.  "Abby," he growled dangerously. "Only one hand so I can help."  "Uh uh," she groused. "You'll get free and punish me."  "Oh you're definitely getting punished baby girl, there's no doubt about that." Her daddy locked his hard eyes on her own and she gulped in fear at his threat. "But if you stop now, the punishment won't be as severe than if you go through with this." He stated and she knew he was telling the truth. Abby seriously considered it for a second because her daddy could be scary sometimes but she knew he would never truly hurt her so she shook her head at him before grasping his cock and lining him up once more.  "Abby please, fuck!" he growled as her tight heat strangled the sensitive tip of his cock as she pushed down onto him.  She whimpered as she braced her hands on his muscled chest and slowly lowered her little pussy onto his cock. "You're so big daddy," she gasped as she pushed his cock head into her tight little hole. "Ow!" she cried as her walls were forced to stretch around his thick girth. "It hurts daddy," Abby whimpered, her eyes misting in pain as she continued to push down on his throbbing cock.  "I know baby girl, you gotta stop. Daddy doesn't want to hurt you." His wrists jerked against the restraints.  "No I don't wanna." She shook her head. "I need it daddy, I need your cock real bad," she whined as her face scrunched up in pain.  "Okay, okay!" Ethan gave in with a growl knowing she was determined, and he didn't want her first time to be so painful, he didn't like seeing his little girl hurting and he especially didn't like that it was him hurting her. He was her father -- he was supposed to protect her not take her virginity, but he knew it was going to happen whether he liked it or not so he decided to guide her and hopefully make it as painless as possible for her, because the thought of some strange man sticking his dick in his innocent little girl made him want to murder someone.  "Stop for a second baby and I'll help you, okay?"  "You will?" she asked with a hope filled voice as she halted her descent down his cock just as she reached her virgin barrier. "I'm not untying you." She scowled suddenly.  "No baby," he chuckled at her pouting face. He couldn't believe he was in this situation, couldn't believe his sweet daughter who had never even shown an interest in any boys or girls was suddenly doing this to him. "I'm not asking you to untie me. I just need you to slow down for a bit and do as I say, okay?"  "Okay," she murmured after a slight hesitation.  "I don't want you to hurt so I need you to touch..." he gulped, hardly believing what he was about to tell his daughter to do. "I need you to rub your clit sweetheart."  Her eyes widened at her daddy's instruction only now truly believing that it wasn't some trick and he really wanted to guide her. She gasped as her fingertips brushed her clit and she watched her daddy's arms strain and his throat work as he watched her fingers pleasure her little clitty.  "That's it sweetheart, nice and gentle," he murmured, his voice making her soak the head of his cock in arousal. "Now pull me from your... your pussy slowly, before pushing back down on it gently."  She did as he said and moaned at the feeling her daddy's cock gave her as it stretched and caressed the sensitive walls of her pussy.  "Don't push down too far baby, we're not gonna break your hymen yet," he spoke in a strained voice. "That's it, good girl," he breathed as he watched his sweet little girl work her tight hole up and down his dripping cock head.  "Does it feel good for you daddy?" she questioned with a husky yet innocent sounding tone of voice that made his balls tighten.   He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, that if he was a good man -- a good father -- he wouldn't even be able to stay hard during this, but he couldn't ever remember being this turned on and when she moaned and called him daddy in her sweet voice he felt like exploding and coating her virgin walls with his seed already.   He couldn't remember the last time he had been afraid of coming early, most likely before his daughter was even born.  "Y-Yes sweetheart," Ethan stumbled, knowing he shouldn't encourage her but she clearly wanted him to enjoy it as well and he couldn't lie to her. "You're making daddy feel so good."  She gasped as she pushed harder against her virgin barrier each time she glided her pussy down her daddy's cock. "I want all of you inside me daddy, please," she moaned her plea.  "Okay, but we have to do it quick and hard baby girl. Like when daddy use to remove your band aids when you scuffed your knee, do you remember?"  "Uh huh," she affirmed and bite her lip as she continued to push down his thick cock in need.  "On three you're going to push your hips down hard and fast, and daddy's going to thrust up into your pussy, okay baby girl?"  "Okay daddy," she breathed and locked her eyes with him trusting him completely and she saw his eyes soften as he recognized the trust and love for him shining there.  "One," he breathed as she continued to softly ride the engorged tip of his cock.  "Two." He swallowed as she pulled off him until his cock head just rested inside her, and when she began to take him back inside her he locked his dark eyes on her wide doey blues and said.  "Three."  She slammed her hips down onto her daddy's as he braced his feet on the bed and harshly thrust up into her tight little pussy at the same time. She screamed and gasped at the spike of pain her daddy's cock created as he broke through her virginity so roughly. She fell onto his chest tucking her head into his neck as he breathed deeply beneath her. She whimpered in pain feeling too full, too stretched from the foreign invasion throbbing inside her.  She felt his heart pounding against her own and realized she was crying tears of pain and shock, they leaked from her eyes to drip onto her daddy's neck.  "Abby sweetheart talk to daddy."  "It hurts," she sniffled as she nuzzled into the safety and warmth of her daddy's neck and chest. She felt him turn his head and kiss her head lovingly making her hold him with her arms tightly.  "I know but you knew it would, I warned you," he reminded her and she nodded against him. "Hard part's over now, it won't always hurt baby. You'll be okay," he softened his tone.  She lifted her face from his neck to look him in his dark blue eyes and wipe her tears away before pecking him on the lips. "I love you daddy," she murmured against his open mouth enjoying the feeling his stubble created as it tickled and scratched her soft skin.  "Aw sweetheart, daddy loves you too. More than anything in the world," he rumbled softly against her curious lips. She darted her tongue out to trace along his bottom lip before doing the same to his top lip. She softly kissed around his mouth and lips tentatively and moaned when his tongues touched her own and they began to swirl the tips of their tongues before she sucked him into her mouth just like she had with his cock.   He groaned as their lips clashed and he thrust his tongue into her mouth repeatedly and she found herself beginning to feel pleasure instead of pain between her spread legs and she squeezed her pussy around her daddy's cock experimentally. He moaned into her mouth before she pulled back and braced her hands on his chest once more. She bit her lip at the sting she felt mixed with the pleasure as she pushed further down onto his cock, wanting him to be balls deep inside her.  "Easy baby, take it easy," her daddy warned her and she pulled back instead of trying to take all of him inside her before lowering herself once more.  She continued to bob up and down on his cock gradually replacing the pain for an amazing sensation that had her gasping and quickening her pace.  "Oh daddy," she moaned as she rode him, taking him deeply inside her before pulling him nearly completely out, she experimented by circling her hips and grinding her clit against her daddy. When she found the perfect rhythm that seemed to hit a spot deep inside her that made her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head she began to play with her hard little nipples.  "That's it baby girl," Ethan groaned and thrust his cock into her, following her rhythm. He had been so transfixed watching her learn to ride him that he had just laid there and let her do what she needed but he couldn't hold back now and he continuously thrust up into her making her moan and gasp. His balls tightened even more as he watched her play with her pink nipples as she bounced on his cock but when he began slamming up into her little cunny she had to release her nipples and brace herself on his chest so she could follow his movements.  "Yes daddy, fuck your little girl," she gasped, her pleasure filled eyes boring into his with a need to be fucked hard. He growled and strained against his tied wrists wanting nothing more than to grab her hips and pound up into her before throwing her beneath him so he could take control and show his little girl just what she had gotten herself into.   She felt amazing wrapped around his cock, and he knew he'd never be the same after this moment. He wouldn't let anyone but him inside her little pussy and their relationship would change forever. She wasn't just his sweet girl anymore, she was his lover now too.  "You ride daddy's cock so good sweetheart," he praised her in his deep husky voice and watched as the words hit her and he noticed how much she loved them. "You daddy's good little girl baby?"  "Yes daddy, I wanna be good for you," she whimpered and she could feel a growing pressure build in her lower stomach and it had her riding him harder and faster the sound of slapping skin loud in the room. "I wanna be yours, only yours daddy."  "You are baby, fuck. daddy only wants you, only wants your little pussy wrapped around his cock. You like fucking daddy's big cock sweetheart?"  "Yes daddy, you're so big I'm gonna cum," she whined and he new he wasn't about to last much longer himself.  "Cum baby girl, cum on daddy's cock like a good girl," he growled deeply and pounded his hips up harder, hearing his balls slap her ass as she bounced down onto him.  "Yes yes yes, fuck daddy!" she cried and her back arched as her hips began quickly grinding balls deep on her daddy's cock as she fractured into millions of firing nerve endings. She moaned and screamed her intense release to the ceiling while her body shook and her pussy strangled his cock making him arch and roar as she milked him of his seed causing his throbbing cock to spurt inside his baby girl's orgasming pussy, coating her walls and womb, marking her as his.  He felt her fall onto his heaving sweaty chest and felt her pounding heart and heavy gasps against his sensitive skin. They lay there for a moment to catch their breaths and bathe in the blissful after effect an intense orgasm created.  "You okay sweetheart?" he murmured into her red curls and he felt her nod against his chest before lifting her head to gaze at him and he saw with male pride the doey satisfaction after a good fucking shining in her blue eyes.  "That was amazing daddy," she spoke in a soft contented voice. "You're amazing," she blushed before kissing his lips making him chuckle. They kissed languidly exploring each other's mouth as he began to soften inside her and he realized he'd have to get her on the pill soon because this was definitly happening again.  She sat up and began to pull him out of her still pulsing hole, "Wait sweetheart, lean back and let daddy see the mess you made," he smirked when she blushed in response to his teasing.  She leant back on his spread knees and braced her feet on the mattress and spreading her knees before pulling back and letting him slide out of her little cunny. He watched as his seed spilled from inside her with a pink tint to it and he noticed some blood smeared on her thighs and he knew how much of a good man he was not when he enjoyed the view she made -- when he enjoyed seeing the evidence of his claiming her, or -- he amended with a smile -- the evidence of her claiming him.  "Beautiful, you're so beautiful baby girl," he said in a low timbre making her blush once again.  She crawled from the bed and winced from the pain she felt begin to throb deep inside her. She looked at her daddy to see him staring at her with darkening eyes and she swallowed as she watched his face transform from satisfaction into anger.  "Untie me now Abigail, you remember I warned you you'd be punished if you did this. It's time to pay up and I promise you it won't be a punishment you'll enjoy for very long," he threatened and it both scared and excited her because although she knew her daddy would never seriously hurt her she also knew that he was a strict man and would follow through with his threat and make her pay for practically raping him.  "Abigail!" she jumped at his shout, her heart beginning to gallop in her chest and she quickly pulled on her nightie and hesitantly walked to his wrist tied to the headboard.  "I'm sorry daddy," she murmured with her most innocent eyes and face hoping for leniency but her dad just tilted his head and gave her a look conveying that he knew exactly what she was doing and she was an idiot if she thought it would work.  "No you're not, but you will be. Now untie me," he spoke in a steady and deadly quiet voice that scared her more than his shouting at her would have, and instead of completely untying him she loosened one wrist and bolted from his room.  "Abigail!" she heard him roar in irritation and anger as she ran down the hall to her room. She scarpered inside and slammed her bedroom door closed before locking it and running through the dark room before diving into her bed and hiding under the covers like she had done when she was a kid.  A minute later her heart slammed in her chest when she heard her daddy stalk down the hall before banging his fist against the wood of her door making it jerk and creak.  "Open this now Abigail!" he roared making her flinch and her pussy pulse. "If you don't open this door I'm going to kick it in," he warned her before banging three more times.  She heard an almighty crash as her daddy kicked open her door and she curled up into a protective ball and squeezed her eyes shut when she heard him slam the door closed and stalk to her bed after he had clicked on her bedroom light to find her.  She whimpered when she felt the bedcovers fly off of her and she just lay there while she waited for her daddy to pounce on her but he did nothing.   She listened to his heavy breathing and the sound of him balling up her blanket and throwing it in her comfy chair she sat in when she read her books and she flinched when she felt his big hand grip her ankle before releasing it and walking to the side of the bed she was facing and sitting down next to her.   She eventually peeked out at him from behind her hand to see his naked back in front of her and when she looked up she saw him looking at her from over his wide shoulder causing her to gasp and cover her face once again. She heard him chuckle at her childish antics before she felt him shift towards her and take her wrists in hand to pull away from her face but she just kept her eyes closed.  "Look at me," he said, and it was only his soft voice and the fact that his hands were holding her wrists so gently that had her doing what he said and opening her eyes to look at him fearfully. He moved a hand to her head and stroked her hair from her face, beginning to untangle the knots in her red curls which made her relax into her soft bed.  "I don't want you to be afraid of me sweetheart," he soothed her and she gripped his other hand and kissed it before tucking it between her pillow and cheek for her to nuzzle into. He chuckled lovingly at her sweet action and continued his brushing of her silky curls.   He had always loved and admired her hair and he had always done this for her to her delight, and it made him wonder how his sweet girl could go from wanting her daddy to brush her tangled hair into silky locks to wanting him to take her virginity.  "Baby, why did you do it? What brought this on?" Ethan asked, suddenly desperate to know why this had happened.  "I saw you," she murmured and looked away from him with a spreading blush. "I saw you with Emma."  "I don't understand," he said as he frowned in confusion.  Abby sighed before speaking, "I came home early one night about three months before you broke up and... and your bedroom door was open and I saw you fucking her." His brows raised in surprise -- having no idea when this happened or even suspecting that it had.  "I was going to leave but..."  "But what?"  "But I couldn't move, I liked watching you pin her to the bed and..." She swallowed and looked up at her daddy to see him watching her curiously and he treaded his fingers into her hair to scratch her scalp before nodding for her to continue.   "I realized I was about to touch myself while watching you pound your cock inside her, and then you both came and it looked..." she shrugged self-consciously, unable to find the right word to describe it.   "I left the house for a couple minutes and when I came back inside I slammed the door so you'd think I only just got back, and then I went straight to my room and thought about what I saw and touched myself till I came. It felt so good."  "I remember now," he said with a faraway look in his dark blue eyes.  "You do?"  "Yeah, you acted very strange the next few days, I wondered what was up. But this doesn't explain how you ended up going this far Abby, explain it to me," he said and even though his voice was soft she could hear the command to make him understand her crazy out of character actions.   So she explained the sexual awakening she had experienced the last few months and how hard it had been to be around him constantly and not be able to get anything close to what he had done with Emma. She told him her thought process on going from cumming while thinking of him fucking Emma to her taking Emma's place and being fucked by him and how much she had wanted it.   Then she told him how she had come to the conclusion that she wanted to have sex but she didn't want to settle for anyone less than her daddy and so she had hatched her plan after watching a porno and decided tonight was the night. He was very surprised to hear he had slept through a blowjob from his daughter and his face made her giggle.    "My little evil mastermind," he grumbled teasingly making her blush. "Are you sore baby girl?" he wondered after a moment of watching her sweet face blush adorably.  She looked down and nodded, she could feel a deep throbbing inside her and after her daddy caressed her pink cheek with his thumb he murmured for her to not move before leaving the room. He returned a minute later with a bottle of water and some painkillers she used whenever she got her period and she noticed one of the pads she used in his hand making her blush further.   They had only ever discussed her period once when she had first gotten it and he had been just as embarrassed and uncomfortable as she had been but he had silently looked after her each time she was having a bad month since then.  "Here take these," he handed her the pills before putting the pad on her nightstand and opening the bottle for her. She sat up and popped them in her mouth and swallowed them down with the water and watched as he closed the bottle before placing it next to the pad on the nightstand.  "How are you going to punish me daddy? When?" she asked and was annoyed to hear the quake in her voice.  He sighed before answering, "Not tonight, you need to rest. But soon because you did a bad thing to daddy--"  "But you said you liked it," she interrupted him and he glared at her. "Sorry," she lowered her head in contrition.  "I did like it, a lot. And I'll have to live with that and deal with the consequences myself but I'm still your father, and you did a very bad thing Abigail. You deserve one hell of a spanking," he growled.  She felt tears pool in her eyes, she hated disappointing her daddy and had always hated when he was angry with her. She nodded and sniffled as he placed the blanket back over her and tucked her in for the first time in years, she had missed this she realized.  "Goodnight sweetheart," he kissed her forehead and caressed her hair before switching off the light and leaving her alone to think on what she had done.  Even though she was upset she had disappointed her daddy and was now afraid and nervous about her impending punishment she couldn't say that she regretted what she'd done, she was eager to do it again and she prayed her daddy would let her. Just remembering the feeling of his throbbing cock pounding her little hole to orgasm was enough to make her begin to get wet once more.  She may have gotten into something she didn't fully understand and she may pay the consequences for that, but her daddy had no idea just how much his little girl would turn his world upside down, and how much they would both relish the ride along the way.   c o u p l i n g     As the light peeked into the bedroom through her blinds, Cheri rolled over. She loved how warm and comfy her bed always felt in the mornings. She reached for her phone and checked her messages on Literotica. Wow, what a night, she had 47 messages from the previous night alone.   She'd logged into Literotica last night and posted that she was doing a group Skype call. The guys had poured in to talk to her on Skype and a few of them had gotten her to turn on her webcam. As she chatted with the guys and showed off her sexy body, she basked in the warmth that came from being the center of attention for a group of horny and appreciative guys.   She'd played with her tits and pussy and showed off everything for them while they talked and she teased. As always, she got more worked up by the desire coming from the guys. She'd played with herself and brought herself off twice in front of them, and then said her goodbyes and logged off for bed. Now she was answering messages from the previous night, all of which were from very excited guys who wanted to fuck her. She had a very loyal following, and she loved that.  After answering the messages, she started playing with herself. At 28 her body still looked as if she were only 19. She was tall for a girl, measuring in at 5'10" and she kept in shape by swimming every day. Her tummy was flat and tight, with some definition.   Although she normally wore a size 36E bra, her breasts were firm and luscious, with nice small but perky nipples sitting atop. And she had an ass to die for. Some call it a bubble butt, but most guys just stand there with their mouth open and dick hardening. Her pretty face was framed with long brown hair and set with deep blue eyes. She took pride in maintaining her body, and she got so much pleasure from it.  As she continued to play with herself, rubbing her huge tits, playing with her nipples, pinching, rolling, pulling on them, her other hand sliding down her flat stomach, lower, lower, circling her hardening little clit, and fingers going inside her hot, wet pussy. She thrust a few times and came on her fingers. She was so horny, and she needed to get fucked, now. She picked up her phone and slid a few screens over, tapping her Tinder app. As it opened, she tapped her preferences. She set her distance to find guys that are 18 - 22 within 15 miles, and she changed her profile to say she was a horny girl that needs a younger guy to fuck her better than her boyfriend can. In truth, she'd broken up with her boyfriend a few months earlier, but she found that most of the younger guys performed better if they felt they were competing. As she started swiping across the profiles, she began to get hits from the guys. There was a guy that messaged her, Brandon, and what he said surprised her. "I know who you are!"  Her heart skipped a beat. How did he know her? She had to find out so she started chatting with him. It turned out that he had seen her in the mall a few times and had wanted to fuck her but hadn't had the courage to approach her. Now that he knew what she wanted, he had a newfound courage. "You really are a slut, aren't you?" asked Brandon. "I'm just horny right now," she replied. As they chatted, he was relentless. He asked to come meet her, she gave in. After giving him her address, he said be there in 5. She panicked, and jumped out of bed. She quickly found a black thong, black mini skirt, and a white long sleeve yet lowcut top.   She didn't bother with the bra, and she went to her bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth, washed, and fixed her hair and makeup. As she was putting on shoes she heard the doorbell. She grabbed her keys and bag and headed out, meeting him at the door. When she opened the door, his eyes lit up. "Let's go," he said, and they went to his car. As they got in he said "Do you want to go anywhere special? Or just someplace quiet to do this?" Cheri told him that anything is fine, so he pulled out and started driving. His right hand found her leg, slid up her thigh and started rubbing her pussy.   As she moaned he pulled his hand back and reached up and squeezed her tits. She moaned some more, she loved having her tits played with. He reached inside her shirt and started squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples. He then pulled back his hand and unzipped and said "suck my cock."  Always an obedient slut, she quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans and reached in to pull out his hardening cock. She leaned over, laying on the seat, and started sucking his cock. As she sucked, he moaned, and reached down to pull up her skirt and play with her ass.   The more she sucked, the more he played with her. His fingers found their way inside her thong, and into her pussy. He was fingerfucking her wet pussy while she was doing her best to deal with his cock thrusting up into her mouth. She felt him start to swell even more, and throb, and his hand left her body and came to rest on the back of her head. His breathing shortened and he said "ohhhhh that's it, suck it you little whore!!" With that he started blasting his load down her throat. She sucked as much as she could into her, swallowing every drop that she could, letting some escape her mouth and run down his balls.  As he started to relax, he pulled into an abandoned trailer park. It had been empty for years and he knew he could park in the back without being seen. She kept sucking his cock since it hadn't softened any, and after he parked he pulled her off him.   "Get naked," he told her, and she quickly complied. He opened the door and stripped out of his clothes and opened the back door, and tossing his clothes on the floor of the car, he told her to get in the back seat. As soon as she was naked she climbed over the seat and got in the back. He pushed her down on her back and spread her legs. As he climbed in on top of her he aimed for her wet pussy. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked. "No." was all he responded with. "Condom! You have to wear a condom." she said. "I don't wear condoms with whores." he replied.  As she panicked she said "I'm not a whore!" Brandon's reply was quick: "Yes, you are! You just swallowed a load from a guy you don't even know, now you're naked in his back seat, you're a whore, chill out!" As he pushed forward, she felt the head of his cock contact her lips and start sliding into her.   She started pushing back "No, you need to wear one!" she yelled. But he just kept pushing. As he pushed in and out of her, deeper each time, her pussy started to spasm and she felt her orgasm hit. She'd always orgasmed extremely easily, and her body was now betraying any hope of resisting this onslaught. She came around his cock as he started fucking her at a speed only eighteen year-olds know how to maintain. As he slammed into her pussy over and over, her head kept hitting the arm rest on the door, her huge tits jiggled over and over, and his mouth clamed onto one of her nipples and he sucked. His back arched, getting his huge cock deeper and deeper into her.   She felt him hitting her cervix, over and over, battering it and threatening to unload right at the entrance to her womb. She was moaning, screaming, cumming; she couldn't even focus due to his assault. Her body was in pleasure, her mind in a panic, and she had no concept of time. As he continued to thrust into her, he reached for his phone from the pocket of his jeans on the floor. As he fucked her, he messed with his phone, and began to take pictures of her beneath him. He was messing with his phone, and she asked him what he was doing. "I'm showing my buddy the whore I found." he said. After that he put down his phone and really started fucking her hard. Stroke after stroke, he seemed relentless.  "I've always wanted to fuck you, you little whore!" he said as he slammed into her again, and he started to swell up and began to shoot wave after wave of scalding hot cum deep inside her pussy. "Take it, you little slut! It's what you wanted, bitch!" Brandon's words were lost on her as another orgasm washed over her. She hadn't heard the other car pull up, but her head moved back when her door opened, and she saw his friend standing over her, his cock already out. It was huge. Brandon's was bigger than most she'd seen, but this guy had a cock she'd larger than any she'd ever seen.  "Wow, she fucking hot! Fuck those tits are huge!!" remarked his friend Jake. She felt Brandon's last few spurts inside her as Jake lowered his cock against her face and said "Suck it whore!" She opened her mouth and Jake started facefucking her for all he was worth, gagging her and going down her throat, his big heavy balls slapping her face each time he thrust in. With that Brandon continued to fuck her. She was amazed he was still hard. The two fucked her for close to ten more minutes and Brandon said "Why don't you fuck her for a bit, I wanna cum on the slut's face." Brandon pulled out and walked around the car, and once he got there, Jake stopped playing with Cheri's tits and pulled out, dragging his cock all over her face. Cheri was blown away at the size of it, it was huge, and she wasn't sure she could take it.   Brandon replaced Jake's cock, putting his own in her mouth, and began facefucking her again, grabbing her tits and playing with them. Jake, meanwhile, had gone around and climbed in on top of her and started forcing his huge cock up her used pussy.   She screamed around Brandon's cock as Jake forced his way in aggressively. Jake grabbed her hips and started fucking her as hard as he could, slamming into her cervix with each thrust. Brandon's cum was sliding out around Jake's cock, making a mess on the seat of the car. With all of this, Cheri lost track of everything, and her body relaxed, making it much easier for the two boys to work her over. Thrusting continued on both ends of her body. At some point, they'd flipped her over on all four and really gone at her.   Just as she felt Jake start to explode inside her pussy Brandon went off down her throat. She was being filled from both ends, and all she could do is try to keep up. Her big slutty tits swayed violently back and forth as the two 18 year-olds tossed her around on their cocks like a rag doll. When it was all finished they both pulled out and caught their breath.  Cheri got out of the car and grabbed her panties and tried to wipe up the cum leaking from her pussy. As she focused on cleaning up, she heard laughter, and noticed they were both leaving. As her bag and clothes landed on the ground near her, she saw them both pull off down the road. "Thanks for the fuck, you whore!" shouted Brandon. It was going to be an interesting walk back to the house, thankfully it wasn't very far, and she always had pretty good luck hitch-hiking. She figured she could probably get some more fun before getting back home, and the day was just beginning. s u p e r n a t u r a l     I looked around before entering the abandoned warehouse and heading towards the back. I stepped around and over some old machinery and rusted tools before getting to a back room and unlocking it. I heard the sound of metal chains rattling around and smiled before slamming the door, getting a small squeal and the chains stopped rattling. I came around the corner and saw my beautiful winged capture shaking with fear. "P-please let me go. Y-you have tortured me enough. P-please!" she said, trying to back away from me as I came closer to her. I smirked at what she said and finally got inches away from her and ran my finger along her jaw bone. "Most people wouldn't call what I've done to you torture my pet." I told the blue eyed light brown haired angel. I reached out and stroked her pure white wings, which made her whimper and shake more in fear.   I stepped back and looked her over, like I did every time I had come in here. She had the perfect body, with size D breasts, a nice firm ass, and tantalizing curves. I reached out and traced those curves with a finger, getting another lovely whimper from her. "P-please." She begged, trying to move away from me again even though the chains on both her ankles and hands prevented her from moving much farther than the place they were bolted to. "Oh I plan on pleasing you and myself. You will be begging for more by the time I'm done." I said with a smirk, twisting one of her nipples and making her gasp. "Please! I can't with your kind! I'll become fallen! Please I beg you! Spare me! Please!" She begged me, tears running down her cheeks. I groaned and reached down to pinch her clit, making her whimper again. "You should know by now my pet that we demons will not be persuaded by begging. In fact it just turns us on more." I said before leaning down and capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. She tried to get away, struggling to just get my mouth away from her. I ran my nails down her sides while biting her nipple, making her cry out. "Please! I will give you anything you want! Just please don't take this away from me!" She begged, sobbing. I was almost tempted to ask her what she had to offer but I am not a demon of greed. I am a demon of lust and her absolutely fuck sexy body was all I wanted. I leaned in close my lips less than an inch away from her ear. "What I want is to fuck you until I can't fuck you anymore. I haven't had a girl as fucking beautiful as you in such a long time and I plan on enjoying every minute of it." I whispered hotly in her ear before sucking on her earlobe. She started sobbing again and I captured the other nipple in my mouth, sucking and nibbling on that one while she cried and begged me to stop. "Please God, save me!" She cried out, making me cringe slightly. I rolled her clit between my fingers for that and reveled in the sound of her cry of pain and I swore I started to hear pleasure start to mix with it. "He hasn't sent someone to save you yet my pet. What makes you think he will send someone now?" I said before nipping her neck and making her whimper again. I ran my hands slowly over her body, gently grazing her nipples with my thumbs and then slowly moving down her stomach.   She started to pray out loud so I silenced her with a kiss, which she tried to pull away from but I gripped a handful of her hair with one of my hands to keep her lips against mine. I didn't mind that she didn't participate in the kiss but did think it was rather arousing when I finally managed to slip my tongue in her mouth and she bit it. I pulled away from the kiss then with a smile and then slipped a hand down to rub her clit. "N-n-no! Please stop!" she half cried, half moaned. I smirked at that and started to suck on her breasts again while continuing to rub her clit and along her slit, never actually entering her but teasing the hell out of her. I felt her get wet as I did this and smiled, pulling my finger back to show her the small bit of moisture on my finger. "It seems like someone is enjoying themselves." I said with a smirk as she started to cry more. "No. No. No. P-please let me go. Please. I don't want this. Please." She begged, trying to close her legs and pull away from me more. I smirked and forced her legs apart, making her whimper and beg more. I then knelt down in front of her, wanting to taste the taste of an angel. I licked along her slit, moaning at the delectable taste of her most precious parts. "You know if He didn't want his angels fucked he wouldn't have made you taste so good." I told her before starting to suck on her clit, making her cry out more and shiver. I reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to my lips as she struggled against me. She continued to cry and beg for me to stop but after a few minutes all she could do was pant and whimper.   She started to shiver slightly and I reached up and pinched and pulled at one of her nipples. I smirked as I heard a small moan escape her lips and increased my efforts. Soon she was shaking more and little moans escaped between whimpers. She started to pray again so I nipped at her clit which made her cry out. "Dear God! Please help me! I'm going to explode!" she exclaimed before crying out in orgasm. I smirked and licked up all her juices until she was panting and shaking slightly. I kissed up her body to her ear. "You just had your first orgasm love." I whispered in her ear, which made her whimper and start to cry again. "Please God, forgive me." She cried. I smirked and bit her neck, which made her cry out and then whimper. I then stepped back and started to slowly unbutton my shirt. She turned her face away when she saw me do this and whimpered again so I grabbed her face and forced her to look at me. "Keep your eyes on me sweetheart. Or else." I said before stepping back again and finishing taking off my shirt, showing off my well defined abs. She was blushing and her eyes kept darting away and then looking back. I smirked and then locked eyes with her, making sure she was paying attention before pulling off my pants and boxers.   My rock hard member was revealed to her and her eyes went wide and she blushed before she quickly looked away. I went back to her and captured one of her nipples in my mouth again, sucking on it lightly which made her whimper again. I reached down and rubbed her clit while doing so and after a minute I started to hear little moans between the whimpers again. After a few minutes of this I reached up and unchained her hands. She looked at me with confusion before I gently pushed her to the ground, being careful not to be too rough and going down with her, making sure her head didn't hit the ground.   She tried to push me off of her and I sighed and grabbed her hands, chaining them to the ground. She started to cry and beg for me to stop again but I was too far gone. I needed her body and I needed it now. "It will hurt at first but then it will feel amazing." I whispered into her ear, the tip of my dick at her entrance. She whimpered and cried more and I kissed away the tears before slowly sliding into her. When I felt her barrier I quickly pounded through, knowing that that was the best way to do it.   She cried out in pain and her beautiful white wings started to fade to black as she screamed in horrible pain. I held her through it, waiting for it to stop. Finally she stopped screaming and was just crying so I started to slowly move in and out of her. I captured one of her nipples in my mouth again and started to suck on it lightly.   I heard her whimper and then moan weakly and smiled, increasing my speed just a little. She was still crying but I could hear her small moans of pleasure as I kissed up her neck, nipping a few places before kissing her lips gently. It surprised me slightly when she hesitantly kissed me back softly.   I ran my hands slowly and gently down her sides and she shivered slightly and moaned through the kiss. I deepened the kiss and then licked her lips, asking for entrance. She hesitantly opened enough for my tongue to slip into her mouth. I thrust against her a bit faster and harder and she moaned more, sucking lightly on my tongue. My hands slide slowly up her arms as I decided to try something. I unchained her hands and then slid my hands back down her arms and started to play with one of her nipples. She moaned and slipped her arms around me hesitantly. I pinched and pulled at her nipple while she ran her hands lightly down my back.   I closed my eyes, enjoying her touches and the sounds of her pleasure and surrender. Soon she cried out in another orgasm and I fed on the wonderful energy of it. I clung to her tightly and orgasmed as well. When I came down from it I nuzzled her neck gently. "That was amazing wasn't it, love?" I said with a smirk before kissing her neck gently. c o n s e n s u a l     Seth sat in the fifth row in theater. He watched and was almost mesmerized by the dancing nymph performing on stage. The theater was large, and the ceiling was high. There were several balconies lining the gigantic establishment. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, emitting a very low light on the audience. Applause rang out across the room as the ballet came to its conclusion. People stood up giving the performers a standing ovation. Seth stood as well, clapping his hands. His ice blue eyes were still upon her, the beauty of the stage. She was amazing. Even walking she had the grace and elegance of a goddess. He reached up running his long fingers through his thick, medium length, brown hair.  Akordia Lirit was one of the most well known dancers in northern Europe. Seth fell for her the moment he laid eyes on her. Every curve of her body as she danced seemed as if it were painted by a perfectionist. He watched as she bent at the waist taking a bow.   His eyes drifted over her slender form, lingering on her small well rounded backside. He shook his head. He just wasn't sure he could hide in the shadows much longer. His need for her was growing and he was finding it more and more difficult to fight his wicked urges.    * * * * * *    Akordia moved off stage. She wore a rather tight light blue leotard and she was itching to get out of it. She loved dancing and though the attire was light and airy it was tight and revealing. She glided down the hall to the dressing rooms. As she moved along, she reached up unpinning her long raven black hair, letting the silken strands fall down her back in a mass of curls.  It wasn't just the leotard that had her moving so quickly. She wanted to see what her secret admirer had left for her in the dressing room this time. She smiled and nibbled her bottom lip anxiously as she moved down the hallway.   She couldn't believe it had been six months sense the first time she received something from him. There were always three roses, and a little note. Of course being the person she was she had many admirers. But none like him. He was always so smooth with the way he wrote his letters. They were romantic. The letters made her heart beat quicken, and her blood run hot through her veins.  Never once had Akordia responded to his letters, but he still kept leaving them. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she struggled to get her dressing room door open. She felt like a young child waking up on Christmas morning, and all of her gifts were just beyond the dressing room door.  Akordia pushed the door open, not bothering to close it. Her eyes shifted straight to the desk against the wall where she saw the three bright red roses she'd been waiting for. She let out a tiny giggle and ran toward them.   She felt a little childish but she couldn't seem to help herself. She seemed to have a crush on a man who she didn't even know. She didn't know what he looked like; even his name was a mystery to her. But it just didn't matter. He was her secret admirer. She reached down and picked up the small white card that lay over the steams of the roses.  Anxiously, Akordia opened the card ... but there was nothing there. Not a single scribble of ink. She pouted, her bottom pink lip jutting outward. What was her admirer up to tonight? He had left the roses as he always did, but he wrote nothing in the card. She leaned her hip against the desk looking down at the card rather disappointed.    * * * * * *   A smile curled the edges of Seth's mouth as he stood in the door way of her dressing room. He was enjoying the view of her back toward him. His eyes moved up her body, taking in the alluring sight of her slender legs and slightly muscular thighs, her round firm bottom, and narrow hips. He loved her hair; normally she danced with it up in a tight bun. But now that it was down and he was starting to fantasize about running his fingers through it. Seth reached into the pocket of his jacket pulling out a long thick piece of black cloth. Quietly he stepped forward. He was almost saddened by the look of disappointment she had as she look down at the blank card, but her disappointment would soon come to a pleasurable end. He moved up behind her and quickly placed the blind fold around her head, over her beautiful sapphire eyes.  Akordia nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt the cloth slide over her eyes. Who in their right mind would wander into her dressing room and . . . it hit her then, as his finger tips ran gently down her face. She took in a shuddering breath.   This was why her admirer had not written anything in his card. She heard him move away from her and shut the door. She jumped at the sound. A slight tinge of fear ran through her as she heard the lock turn. She really didn't know this man, for all she knew he could be a psychotic rapist.  Seth moved back to her after locking the door. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. "Don't be afraid, my love. The moment you ask me to stop I will." He whispered the words into her ear. His breath was hot against her cool skin. Seth smiled as he watched her. He was afraid she would immediately tell him to stop, but she said nothing. Feeling his lips so close to her ear, Akordia shivered. She considered telling him to stop, but if he was a psychotic rapist he wouldn't tell her he would stop if she asked him to. Besides, she was rather enjoying this. She could not see him, didn't even know what he looked like but somehow it didn't matter. He was so close to her. Akordia took a trembling step back so her body pressed against the front of his. Seth took in a sharp breath feeling her back press against his body. Her round firm little ass rubbed against him nuzzling in to the cradle of his hips. He reached up brushing a bit of her black hair to the side. He began to kiss at her neck, her skin was so soft, it was even better then he had imagined. He nibbled lightly at that most sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.  Akordia bit down hard on her bottom lip. She whimpered, the sound seeming to almost echo through the large dressing room. Every part of her body seemed to become engulfed in flames the moment his lips made contact with her bare skin. The thought of not knowing what he looked like or what he might do next sent waves of excitement dancing through her body like tiny bolts of electricity. She tilted her head to the side giving him better access. "Do you know who I am, my love?" His voice was deep and melodic with a thick accent. It sounded almost Romanian. She smiled as her imagination took flight and thought perhaps it was Dracula who stood behind her seducing her. "You're my admirer." her voice was hardly above a whisper as she was simply unable to speak properly. She had a hard time getting any words to form.  Seth smiled and continued to kiss along her neck. His hands moved to her narrow waist pulling her against him more so that she could feel his hard-on straining against the fabric of his pants. He wanted to see what was hidden beneath that leotard. His hands slid slowly up her sides and then to her arms. He gripped the leotard along her shoulders and gently began to peel it off of her, pulling it down along her body and exposing her bare back to him.  The cool air hit Akordia's heated skin causing her to shiver under his nimble fingers. She felt his hands begin to move over her skin, caressing her softly. His hands were magical, almost electric as they slid along her skin. It was as if little tiny bolts of lightening zapped from his skin to hers and then back again. The air seemed thick in the room. It was almost hard for Seth to breath. He was moving very slowly, exposing just a tiny bit of her skin at a time so he could take in every feature, every dimple, and mole. He wanted her body to be imprinted in his mind for all time.  He moved the thin material off of her arms and then to her waist. He got to his knees behind her pulling the offending leotard further down her body; exposing her bare ass to him. He leaned forward and started to kiss at the small of her back as he carefully pulled the leotard down her legs. The moment the leotard slipped off her body her large dark pink nipples hardened. She ran her hands down her body, even touching her own skin sent waves of desire lapping at her already heated body. She let out a small whimper feeling him kiss at the small of her back.   The fact that she didn't even know him was exciting making it feel as if liquid fire ran through her veins. She was trembling with anticipation. When the leotard fell to her ankles she stepped out of it and kicked it aside with her small foot.  Seth was pleasantly surprised to see that she was wearing nothing under the leotard. But then again he doubted she would have been able to. It was too tight and would have shown a bra or panty line. He stood back up running his hands up her body. His lips found her neck again and he trailed kisses to her ear and whispered to her. "Tell me you want me Akordia."  "I want you." Akordia's voice held a sense of urgency, as if she was unable to wait much longer. There wasn't a hint of hesitation. There seemed to be some sort of electricity between them, fueling their desires, igniting their passions. Seth had only known this woman through her dancing, but he was amazed by the intense feelings he had now. He took a step back and removed his jacket tossing it aside. He then removed his tie and started to unbutton his white dress shirt.  Akordia could hear him fussing with his own clothing. She didn't take the blind fold off, still rather enjoying the feeling of the unknown. She turned carefully placing her hand on the desk next to her to steady herself. She was facing him now, she could tell.   Reaching out blindly she placed a hand on his chest. She could feel he was still wearing his shirt, but it was unbuttoned now. Akordia reached out with her other hand and she started to touch and caress his chest and abdomen. He was slender, and muscular, that much she could tell. He also had no chest hair and his skin was soft and smooth. Seth groaned as Akordia touched him. Her hands left a trail of burning tongues licking along his skin in their wake. His black dress pants were beginning to feel tight and uncomfortable as his large member strained against the material. Every second that passed was a deep pleasurable agony.  Her hands glided up his body to his neck, her fingertips touched his strong jaw lightly. She liked what she felt so far. Akordia nibbled her bottom lip and moved forward pressing her lips to his chest. She realized then that he was a great deal taller then she was, at least six inches. She ran her hands back over his chest and then to his shoulders sliding the shirt off of his body.  Seth smiled. He knew now that she really wanted this, perhaps as much as he did. There was a fire in him that was building hotter with her every touch. He placed his hands on her waist and he pulled her against him. Lifting one of his hands he found her chin and tipped her face up.   His mouth found hers in a greedy, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips and danced with hers. She tasted liked warm honey and spring time. His tongue swam in her mouth probing every corner finding each hidden spot.  Reaching up, Akordia wrapped her arms around his neck pressing her breasts against him as their lips met; her hard aching nipples brushing against his strong muscular chest. He was an amazing kisser making her weak and wanting.   She hoped this would not be the only night her secret admirer came to visit. She didn't want this to end. She could feel in his kiss alone the passion that lurked within his soul. As his body pressed harder against her, she could feel how hard he was. She let out a small chuckle behind the kiss and her hands moving up, fingers running through his soft hair. He ran his finger tips down the center of her back, causing her to squirm against him. Every cell in his body seemed to be screaming, seemed to be want to reach out and touch her. He didn't know how much teasing he was going to be able to endure. This woman was setting him on fire. He broke the kiss and started to kiss along her shoulder, his teeth scrapping along her fair skin. One of his hands began to venture down her body toward her heated core, which he hoped would be wet, and inviting.  Akordia whimpered again as she felt his teeth graze her skin. She could feel his hand sliding near forbidden area's of her body. Every muscle in her body became rigid with anticipation. What was he going to do with her next? "I don't know how much more of this I can take," she whispered softly, her voice trembling, He could hear the almost pleading tone in her voice, the need to be taken and pleasured. His fingertips tickled along her soft, slightly muscular thighs. Then he found the silken patch of black curls between her legs. His index finger parted the folds of her pussy lips, and he started to rub at her moist slit. She was wet, dripping. He started to back her up toward the desk.  Akordia let out a soft moan of pleasure as he probed between her thighs. His finger had found the core of her pleasure, teasing her all the more. As she backed up toward the desk she felt the cold wood against her backside. She wiggled back onto the desk sitting on the edge, as he continued to kiss at her shoulders.   The desk seemed just the right height too for all sorts of naughty pleasures. Her hands quickly moved down his body. She still wore the blind fold, she couldn't even tell if the lights were on, or off. She took a hold of the front of his dress pants and then started to fumble with the button and fly, trying to free his swelling cock.  With groan Seth removed his finger from her dripping pussy. It was a bit difficult for him to probe with his fingers when she was at that angle. He looked down watching as she fumbled with his pants. His eyes were on her watching her every move with an intense gaze. "Tell me what you want, Akordia." His voice was raspy as she pushed his pants off of his hips and they fell to his ankles.  "I want you inside me." Her voice was deeper now and sultry. She wanted him, she needed him badly. She knew how wet she was, she knew how much this man, this stranger was turning her on, lighting fires inside of her that she didn't even know could be sparked.  Seth moved his hands to his own waist pulling his boxer-briefs off of his hips. He reached down stroking himself some. Akordia reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around his long hard shaft. He gasped feeling her touching him.   She started to stroke him, the head of his cock tickling against her clit as she did so. Her other hand reached up to the back of his neck pulling him down so she could whisper in his ear. "I want you to fuck me." She nipped playfully at his ear lobe. He pushed her hand away from his swollen cock and with one fast thrust he entered her, with a low groan. She was incredibly tight, more so then he expected. One of his hands moved to her breast grabbing it firmly. He rolled her hard pink nipple between his thumb and index finger. Akordia screamed, not only in pleasure but in pain. She had not made love to a man in a long time, and he was much larger then she thought he was when she was stroking him. Her inner walls gripped him tightly. His hand on her breast, teasing her nipple caused a low moan to roll from between her luscious lips. Seth started to move out of her, and then he slammed his hips back into hers again.  They moaned almost in unison. Both their bodies began to moisten with a thin layer of sweat brought on by the intense heat building between them. As Akordia's tight pussy adjusted to his size he started to move faster. His hips smacked against hers with every pleasurable thrust.  One of her hands moved to his back, her nails started to dig into his flesh as wave after wave of pleasure lapped at her body. Her other hand tangled in his hair. She pulled his head down so she could feel her lips against his. This time it was her tongue that pushed past his lips.  Seth grabbed a hold of both her thighs. Pushing him self into her and then pulling out. He could feel the pressure in his cock building already. He groaned under the kiss, he could feel her tightening around him. He knew that the pressure in her was building probably just as fast. He tore his lips from hers and bent his head to her neck biting at her skin hard.  Her nails dug into his back and scalp as he bit her. She screamed out tilting her head to the side giving him more room. He was plunging into her deeper and harder now. She could feel herself coming to the edge, she was nearly there. A shiver ran up her spine. Seth felt her tighten more around his throbbing cock. He started to move faster, releasing the grip he had on her neck. One of his hands moved up her back and through her hair. Finally feeling the silky strands he so longed to touch earlier. Her moans grew louder as he continued to thrust in and out of her tight core juices dripping out of her pussy and around his throbbing cock.  Akordia threw her head back and screamed out loudly. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast nearly catching her off guard. Her nails dug deep into his skin as explosions seemed to go off in her head.   She could feel her juices spilling over him, lubricating her entrance even more for him and wetting the desk beneath her. She's never had an orgasm so intense in her life. Her inner walls contracted and pulsed around him attempting to milk the pleasure from him.  The moment he felt her start to orgasm he slammed harder into her small seemly delicate body. He groaned loudly feeling her tighten around him and pulse hard.   He nearly came right then and there but he bit down hard on his lip. He was not ready to stop fucking her yet. He never wanted to stop. He reached up pulling the blind fold off of her.  She looked at him now, for the first time. Her Sapphire eyes were only half open and filled with passion. She was surprised by the way he looked. He was shockingly handsome.   His ice blue eyes seemed to dig right into her soul. She continued to shake with after shocks. Her moans echoed through the dressing room. She licked at her suddenly dry lips as their eyes locked.  Seth just couldn't stop looking into her stunning eyes. He liked her much better without the blind fold. Her lust filled gaze seemed to hold his captive. He felt every muscle in his body begin to tense. He could not hold back any longer.   He had to let go. He groaned as he started climax, his cum shooting deep inside of her. His thrusts slowed but he started to go into her harder, feeling the sizzling white hot lightning of pleasure pulsing through his veins. "Akordia!" He moaned her name as his climax hummed through his body. His eyes never once left hers. Sweat began to trickle down the side of his face. His thrusts slowing all the more as their combined juices dripped out of her in a slow steady trickle, but he didn't pull out of her. He loved the feeling of being buried inside of her. He leaned forward nuzzling his head lightly against her shoulder breathing heavily. Akordia smiled wrapping her arms tightly around him holding him close to her as if they had been long time lovers. Together they took in ragged breathes attempting to control their breathing. One of her hands went up and she began to stroke his now damp hair. "What's your name?" She asked, still panting for air. "Seth." i n c e s t       Jennie was a brat; an eighteen year old well developed brat, but a brat nonetheless. She didn't really mean to be a brat, but she really disliked being told what to do. She especially disliked being told what to do by her mother's boyfriend. He really was a nice guy who had inherited her as a dependent by virtue of being with her mother. He just had different ideas on raising kids, especially a teen daughter, than her mother did.   As far as Jennie could tell, her mother's idea of raising kids was to just let them do whatever they wanted to do so long as it didn't interfere with her doing whatever she wanted to do, which was to go to bingo a lot and avoid making any decisions.   Mike's ideas on raising kids seemed to include a lot of curfews, rules and disapproving of the friends Jennie chose to hang out with. Jennie knew he meant well but she had a wild streak in her that probably came from her mother. So overall, although she liked him most of the time, she didn't like him much when he laid on the discipline.   His discipline usually involved sending her to her room and not allowing her to go out, although once he completely lost his temper, threw her over his knee and gave her three quick slaps across her bum. Although she was wearing jeans at the time, it stung like the dickens and once, after smoking some pot she and her friends managed to buy, she had imagined Mike spanking her in her school uniform skirt.   In her fantasy her skirt had ridden up until her white panties were exposed and her bum had jiggled and wiggled as he spanked her. In her fantasy Mike hadn't stopped at three spanks either. He had given her ten or more good solid smacks and when he was done he had rubbed her bum gently with his open palm over her panties. He had rubbed her as he explained to her in gentle tones how he hated having to punish her like this and how he never wanted to do it again.   Jennie had shaken herself out of that fantasy completely taken aback at the vividness of it. What surprised her most was how wet she was from the fantasy. Her panties were completely soaked and she thanked God that she was wearing jeans that night; otherwise her friends might have caught the aroma of her wet pussy emanating from beneath her skirt.   Jennie thought she could smell it herself, but being high, she wasn't really sure. Luckily her friends never noticed it; at least they never said anything about it.   One thing that had changed after having that fantasy was that, although she had grown used to wearing a pair of athletic shorts over her panties and under her uniform skirt, she had begun wearing just the panties under her skirt, the way most of her friends did. In fact, the next time she went shopping for underwear, her selections had been more brief than anything she had worn before that time.   She reconciled the change in style as part of growing up. Gone were the conservative white cotton panties; now she frequently wore smaller French-cut panties and even a thong or two from time to time, although she did wear the white cotton panties on occasion.   The school uniform certainly flattered Jennie. She was about five foot four and had been blessed with a petite frame. Her breasts were small, a 34 B-cup but were topped with small bright red nipples that reminded her of strawberries when they were hard.   Jennie never liked her own body very much. She wasn't as thin as her friend Cathy. Cathy weighed just over 90 lbs and could fit into clothes that Jennie could only dream of. Cathy's body was as slim as slim could get. Her figure reminded Jennie of many of the singers and actors she saw on TV all the time. They were all so thin and she often dreamed she could be as thin as they were.   When Jennie looked at her own tits, she told herself that her friend Melanie had much bigger tits. Melanie's chest at 36C was massive compared to just about every other girl in their school. She was even bigger than some of the teachers. Melanie's figure too was much more curvy than Jennie's. Jennie had watched Melanie from behind once while she was walking away and was amazed at the wiggle she produced.   Jennie had tried to catch glimpses of herself walking from behind at times but that was virtually impossible. She was much too shy about it to ask any of her friends whether she wiggled when she walked or not. She reasoned then that her wiggle couldn't possibly be as good as Melanie's.   The only section of her own body that Jennie thought was better than any of her friends' was her bum. Round and firm, she thought it looked good regardless of which panties she wore or whether she was wearing jeans or a skirt. She frequently admired it in the mirror after a shower, though sometimes when she did, thoughts of Mike's hand slapping her there drifted into her mind.   Each time that happened she would push those thoughts out of her head with a force of will. She also told herself those thoughts made her angry.   That's what she told herself, even though her pussy usually became wet when she thought about that incident; especially the part where he rubbed his hand gently over her white cotton panties. Sometimes she remembered him rubbing over her panties as part of what had really happened and had to mentally correct herself each time.   When she got high it was virtually impossible to separate the events in her fantasy from the events of the actual spanking. Her mental state would drift wildly from intense anger at Mike to an indescribable sense of pleasure as she imagined his hand sliding gently over her bum. For this reason, when she knew she and her friends were going to get high, she always wore jeans, just to make sure that her excitement would not become apparent to any of her friends.   Mike didn't think too much about Jennie, although he had noticed when she brought home the French-cut panties from the store. He couldn't help but notice because she had showed them to her mother when she got home. Jennie had been extremely pleased with her purchase but her mother just grunted something unintelligible when Jennie showed her the new lingerie. Mike had seen the incident from the other room and felt sorry for Jennie upon seeing Debbie's unemotional response.   He had moved in with Debbie against his own better judgment five years ago just after he had turned thirty and he had mostly regretted it ever since. Debbie was not a very good girlfriend. She nagged most of the time and she slept on the couch three or more nights a week, so it was pretty obvious what her thoughts on sex with Mike were.   Recently she had taken to going to bingo; a lot! She went at least four or five times a week. When she did go, she would stay all night. The first session was at 7:30. The next was at 10:00. The final session started at 1 am and didn't finish until after 3. Consequently Mike stayed home alone a lot.   Mike didn't mind being alone. He certainly enjoyed it more than he enjoyed being with Debbie. In some ways, he enjoyed being with Jennie more so than with Debbie. Even though Jennie was a brat, she was a nice girl with an infectious laugh and a big smile that made most people smile back; at least when she wasn't being a brat.   This night, Mike was alone and watching TV, Debbie had gone out about five minutes after he had gotten home and Jennie had not been home when he got there. It was Friday night and finally after 11:00 he felt like getting a little high. Neither Debbie nor Jennie knew about his stash in the back of the freezer, which was just the way he liked it.   Knowing Debbie as he did, he thought she would forbid him from smoking pot in the house, not because she didn't want Jennie to see it, but just because it would be just one more joy in life that she could deny him.   He had just finished packing a small amount of pot into his pipe and was holding a lighter to it when Jennie walked in the door. As was her habit, she was moving single-mindedly toward her bedroom through the kitchen. She moved very quickly and there was very little time between her opening the front door until she was breezing through the kitchen doorway.   This time she glanced quickly at Mike sitting at the table as she passed by, fully intent on spending as little time talking to him as possible. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him with wide eyes as he inhaled on the pipe.   Mike, knowing she had caught him in the act, didn't bother trying to hide what he was doing or pretending it was something other than what it was.   'Hey.' he said with a nod.   Jennie's mouth opened in shock and she put her hand over it as her eyes grew wider.   'How's it going?' Mike said casually.   'Oh my God!' she said in an awed tone.   Mike frowned and sighed heavily. 'It's not the end of the world you know. It's just pot.'   'Oh my God!' she repeated.   'Oh get over it would you!' Mike said with a laugh. 'So it's pot. Did you think you and your friends were the only ones who'd ever done this?'   Again Jennie was shocked. She had been so careful to make sure that her parents knew nothing about her pot smoking.   'What do you mean?' she said, trying herself to be casual.   Mike laughed again and put the pipe on the table in front of him.   'Come on,' he said. 'Did you really think I didn't know about it?'   Jennie blushed and tried to protest her innocence one more time. Mike's laugh irritated her and she ground her teeth in frustration.   'Come on,' he said, still laughing. 'Forget about it and have a seat.'   Thinking she was in trouble, she sat at the table with a grunt and crossed her arms over her chest. At the same time she put her lip out, pouting furiously. She was in no mood for one of Mike's lectures and she was determined to act the brat to the limit.   'Oh stop pouting!' he said with a grin. 'If you don't stop pouting, I won't give you any of this.' he said, pointing at the pipe full of weed in front of him.   For the third time in as many minutes, Jennie was shocked. Her petulant expression morphed instantly into wide-eyed surprise.   'What!' she asked in disbelief.   'That's better,' he said. 'At least it's better than pouting. Now do you think you can close your mouth and make your eyes a little smaller than dinner plates?'   Jennie immediately closed her mouth, not realizing that it had been opened at all. She looked at Mike in confusion and then at the pipe he had now picked up and put to his lips. She watched as he lit the pipe and then inhaled deeply.   He closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment and then exhaled with a happy expression on his face. He sat back absorbing the feeling and then opened his eyes and grinned at her once more. He held the pipe out to her and she took it in her hand feeling uncertain.   'Okay, your turn,' he said. 'Just don't tell your mother for God's sake! If you tell her she'll make both our lives a living hell, not that it's that far off now.'   She opened her mouth in shock once more and then laughed. She had often suspected that Mike wasn't very happy with her mother. Now she knew he wasn't and the knowledge made her feel like they had shared something important.   'Okay,' she said. 'I promise not to tell her.'   She put the pipe to her lips and sucked on it but got almost no smoke out of it. She looked at it in confusion and sucked even harder; still she got no smoke from it. Again she looked at it, puzzled. She and her friends had always rolled their pot into joints and she had never used a pipe before.   Mike held the lighter to the bowl of the pipe and lit it.   'Try it now,' he said. 'You have to light it with almost every haul.'   She nodded slightly and inhaled sharply. Almost immediately her face turned red and her eyes watered as she gasped. She coughed heavily and her throat felt like it had been set on fire. Mike patted her on the back lightly and got some water from the sink. He rubbed her back gently and held the water out to her. She took it and gulped almost half the glass down to soothe her throat.   'Oh my God!' she gasped. 'How can you do that? That's awful!'   She continued to cough and hack and Mike refilled her water glass three times before her throat stopped burning.   Mike continued to rub her back and she finally stopped sputtering. She smiled at him, grateful that he hadn't laughed at her, although he was grinning at her inexperience with smoking from a pipe. His hand was big and comforting as it passed over her back and she had an odd sense of camaraderie with him at this moment.   'Feeling better?' he asked.   She nodded and smiled again and picked up the pipe from the table.   'Can I try this again?' she asked.   He smiled and held the lighter to the bowl of the pipe once more.   'Now this time breathe in slowly,' he said. 'If you take it in slowly, you can tell how hot the smoke is and inhale only as much of it as your throat can handle.'   She took it in, her throat still burning slightly, but was able to take a good deal of the smoke into her lungs. She handed the pipe back to Mike and he took his turn. Together they finished off all the pot in the bowl and then sat back contentedly. They were both staring into space and grinning and then Mike stood up.   'Okay, I'm going to change into my pajamas.' He said. 'And I suggest you do the same young lady. Smoking from a bowl is much more potent than smoking from a joint and you probably won't feel much like changing clothes before bed if you put it off too long.'   Jennie grinned stupidly and giggled.   'Stop telling me what to do!' she said. 'I'm eighteen now and you can't tell me what to do anymore.'   Mike shrugged and smiled.   'Suit yourself,' he said. 'You'll hate yourself in the morning though when you wake up in your nice clothes.'   Jennie looked down at her clothes and realized she was wearing her brand new silk blouse. Also she was wearing her new jeans for the very first time and they were perfect just the way they were. Mike was absolutely right that she wouldn't want to sleep in these clothes and she muttered angrily to herself.   'Okay fine!' she snapped at him.   Mike grinned again and wandered away to change.   By the time he came back down stairs Jennie was sitting on the couch watching TV. He smiled to himself when he saw that she had indeed changed. She was now wearing an oversized T-shirt that was pulled half-way down her thighs. He vaguely wondered to himself whether she was wearing the white cotton panties she had grown up with or if it was one of the sexier French-cut panties she had bought recently.   He sat down on the opposite end of the couch from her and asked her what she was watching.   'I don't know,' she said, 'some movie.'   Mike shrugged and turned his attention to the TV too, although he couldn't get his mind off of Jennie's panties. For some inexplicable reason, he just had to know which panties they were. He knew it was the pot at work. It had a way of affecting you. If there was something minor on your mind, the pot had a way of making it into an obsession.   Questions that you could normally shove aside as irrelevant became matters of the utmost importance; the irony being that once you found out the answer, you frequently dismissed it as irrelevant a few minutes later and then promptly forgot about it.   For her part, Jennie had gone to her room and removed her blouse, carefully hanging it in the closet. She then removed her jeans and hung those up with equal care. She then removed her bra and pulled her oversized T-shirt on. She stood in front of her full-length mirror and held the shirt up over her tummy to study the thong she had worn under her new jeans.   She wondered whether she should leave the thong on and turned in the mirror to study the reflection of her bum. Although she liked the way the thong accented her bum with the cheeks completely exposed, her mind wandered to the spanking that Mike had given her just two years before.   Once again she thought of his big gentle hand rubbing over her white cotton panties, just as he had rubbed her back when she choked on the pot a few minutes before. For reasons she couldn't explain, she removed the thong and drew a pair of white cotton panties from her drawer and pulled them on. They were clean and smelled fresh.   The feeling of warmth and comfort they provided was almost surreal. She imagined Mike's big hand rubbing across her bum and she felt the goose pimples creep over her entire body. She shook off the feeling and then, wearing just the T-shirt and the white cotton panties she went to the living room and turned on the TV.   As they watched TV, both their minds wandering erratically, they kept sneaking glances at each other. Mike kept looking at her legs wondering if she might shift her position so he could at least get a glimpse of her panties; then he could settle the question in his mind once and for all.   Jennie kept taking furtive glances at Mike's hands, imagining them rubbing across her bum. The more she thought about it the more jumpy she became, unconsciously moving her bum back and forth into the couch. When the tension became unbearable, she shifted her position, much to Mike's delight, bringing her knees toward her chest and turning slightly away from him so she could lean against the arm of the couch.   Mike was now staring at her bum intently, trying unsuccessfully to see beneath her T-shirt. Although her new position had pulled her shirt up toward her bum, it had not risen high enough for him to glimpse her panties. As he stared he suddenly realized that he had a hard-on. It was well hidden beneath his bath robe and his pajama bottoms but it was definitely there.   He came to the conclusion that, between the pot and thinking too much about Jennie's panties, his cock, his recently neglected cock, had responded with an erection that wasn't going to go away until it was dealt with. He decided then and there that he was going to have to jerk off in bed later on, because he certainly wasn't going to be able to sleep like this no matter how high he was.   On a whim he stood up and began walking toward the kitchen. He stopped suddenly and turned toward Jennie.   'Do you want some more pot?' he asked.   She looked up, not understanding the question at first, and then grinned widely.   'Yeah!' she said happily. 'Good idea!'   Mike smiled and got the pipe and the baggie of weed. He returned to the couch and packed a small amount lightly into the bowl. He lit it up and then lay back with his lungs full of smoke. Jennie took the pipe from his hand and then she too laid back. They exhaled the smoke slowly and grinned at each other. After the pipe was done Mike returned the pipe and baggie to their hiding places and then slouched on the couch beside Jennie.   'You know what?' he asked in a serious voice.   'What?' she replied with an equally serious tone   'I need to know something,' he said.   'What?' she said. The pot was having its effect on her too. Being as high as she was, she wanted nothing more than to help.   'I need to know which panties you're wearing,' he said. 'It's been bugging me since I sat down. Is it the plain cotton ones or the French ones?'   Jennie grinned and grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt. She picked it up as far as her tummy to show him her white cotton panties, feeling absurdly happy that she could answer his question.   Mike looked at the panties and nodded sagely. He studied them for a moment and then sat back.   'You know,' he said. 'I think those white cotton panties suit you; much more so than those French-cut panties you got.'   Jennie, surprised at what he said creased her eyebrows and thought for a moment.   'Really?' she asked. 'I thought boys liked the other ones better.'   Mike frowned slightly and pursed his lips as he thought. The pot was making both of them much more stupid than they normally would be.   'Well,' he began, 'that's true I guess. But I've always been different. You know some men really go crazy for lingerie; myself, I prefer a woman to be naked. So maybe more men prefer those French-cut panties you've been wearing lately. Personally I think the plain white cotton panties are... more friendly.'   Jennie nodded and thought to herself again.   'Do you really think so?' she said, leaning forward earnestly now. She looked down once more at her panties and absently fingered the elastic waistband.   Mike reached forward and rubbed his hand across her hip from the side of her bum to the top of her thigh.   'Yeah, they feel better when you touch them and they have an appeal,' he said. 'I like the look of them. When I see thongs and these really brief things that some women wear, I think of strippers. I've never had sex with a stripper so they don't do much for me. I've had sex with lots of women who wore plain cotton panties so maybe that's why I think they're more sexy; and I don't think of you as a stripper either, so I guess I just think you should be wearing something that normal women wear.'   'You've had sex with lots of women?' she asked incredulously, 'how many?'   "I don't think I've ever counted,' he said. 'I guess at least a few dozen, maybe more.'   Jennie smiled and then looked at Mike shyly.   'Do you remember when you spanked me two years ago?' she said slowly, trying hard to get the words out.   Mike frowned and shook his head vigorously, as if he were trying to shake an unpleasant thought out of his head.   'Why do you want to bring that up?' He asked. 'It was a long time ago and I was angry.'   'I know,' she said with a blush. 'I was a brat that day and I guess I deserved it.'   Again Mike shook his head and then looked away.   'There's something I need to ask.' She said, reaching out and touching his arm.   He looked at her and frowned deeply, wishing she had never brought the subject up.   'When you did that,' she said slowly, 'did you... um... did you rub your hand over my bum when you were done?'   Now it was Mike's turn to be shocked. In his mind he could clearly see himself rubbing his hand across her bum. He could see her bent over his knee as his hand gently passed over her white cotton panties. Although he knew she had been wearing jeans that day, he could clearly see her wearing her school uniform skirt, the skirt raised over her back and her bum clad only in those white panties, wriggling and squirming as he rubbed it.   He became aware now that his cock, hard earlier from trying to see her panties, was now throbbing with need. He was sure there was probably a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the head and he looked down to see his pajama bottoms tented upward; as he looked down, so too did Jennie. She saw the front of his pajamas bulging upward and her mouth opened in amazement. She watched as the bulge twitched rhythmically and then looked Mike in the eye.   Mike returned her gaze and shifted uncomfortably, pulling his bath robe closed across his crotch to hide his hard-on.   'Uh,' he stammered, 'I... uh... No I didn't rub you.' He said shakily.   'Oh.' she said with a slight feeling of regret. 'I don't know why but sometimes I thought you rubbed my bum after you spanked me; and you told me that you were sorry but I had to be punished.'   'Oh.' Mike said weakly.   'It felt good when you did it,' she said with an encouraging smile, 'at least... when I thought you did it.'   'Oh.' he repeated. 'Really?' he finished lamely.   'Yeah.' she said and then smiled broadly. 'I kind of liked it. It made me feel good.'   Mike gulped and put his hands over his throbbing cock. Unconsciously he started to rub it slightly and he gulped once more.   'You liked it?' he said weakly, 'really?'   Jennie shifted her position and was now turned fully toward Mike with her elbows on the couch beside him and her head resting on her hands. Her knees were drawn up underneath her and her bum, covered now by her T-shirt, was sticking up in the air.   'Sometimes I imagine that's what you really did I guess,' she said with a shy smile. 'But sometimes I imagine that I was wearing my school uniform instead of my jeans.'   Mike almost came in his pants when she said that. The thought of her having the same vision as he, her bent over his knee in her school uniform while he rubbed her bum was just too much. He gulped once more and said nothing.   From her new position she was looking slightly upward to see his face. She lowered her gaze and saw his hands covering his bulge. She saw also that one of his hands seemed to be moving slightly. Already beginning to get wet from their conversation so far, she felt a sudden surge in her pussy and she knew that she was absolutely soaking right now. Her freshly cleaned white cotton panties were definitely going to need washing now. Once again she looked him in the eye.   'It's kind of dumb.' she said with a smile. 'I know I was wearing jeans that day and it stung, but I remember it as a good thing sometimes.'   'You mean because I rubbed you afterward?' he said, trying to bring his voice under control.   'Yeah, you rubbed it to soothe the pain after.' She said.   'But I didn't do that!' he protested.   'No.' she said and Mike could hear the regret in her voice when she did. 'I just imagined it.'   'Would...' Mike began uncertainly, 'would you like me to?'   Jennie's eyes popped open with surprise; surprise and excitement.   'Really?' she said happily. 'Would you?'   Mike tried to think about consequences; he tried to think about maturity; he even tried to think about Debbie. It was no use. The pot and his throbbing cock won the argument hands down.   'Yeah sure,' he said with a confidence he didn't feel. 'After all, I probably should've done it two years ago. Maybe then it wouldn't have hurt you so much.'   Jennie gave him one of her winning smiles and then crawled forward to lie on her tummy across his lap. She looked at him over her shoulder, still smiling, and then tugged the bottom hem of her shirt up as far as her lower back.   Mike returned her smile and then looked down. His hands shook slightly as he brought them up to hover over her bum and he just stared at the white cotton panties laid out before him. Gulping again he rested his one hand on the top of her thigh and then tentatively touched the cotton fabric stretched across Jennie's well rounded bum. Jennie was still watching him expectantly and she wiggled a little bit when she finally felt him touch her.   Slowly and very haltingly, he started rubbing gently. She grinned contentedly and then laid her face down to rest on her crossed arms. She wriggled a bit and his cock, hard and throbbing, stuck straight up through the pee hole on the front of his pajamas and wedged solidly in between her thighs.   Both of them felt it and Mike became nervous that she might get angry. Instead, she wriggled once more, sighing softly. Mike groaned softly himself as his cock rubbed against the inside of her thighs. He set up a rhythm, moving his one hand back and forth steadily. To his delight, she swayed with his rhythm, moving her bum and her thighs with every stroke. Mike was in heaven.   So was Jennie. She could feel his cock pressing against her thighs and she repositioned herself slightly so the head of his cock was now rubbing against the lower lips of her pussy. Even though the cotton panties were between her pussy and his cock, still it felt wonderful! Already soaked from the inside by her pussy juices, her panties were now getting soaked from the outside by Mike's pre-cum.   With both of them so high from the pot and from the mutual feelings of pleasure they were receiving, they both closed their eyes and allowed themselves to be carried away by the moment.   Mike's one hand was rubbing rhythmically across Jennie's bum and his other hand was now stroking the inside of her thighs all the way from the top of her knee to the crevice between her pussy and her anus.   Jennie was moaning openly now. She started moving her hips up and down, grinding her panty-clad pussy against Mike's cock. Mike started moving his hips too, thrusting upward to meet her. With the hand that was rubbing her thighs, he pushed right up against the elastic hem of one of the leg holes of her now drenched panties.   He wormed his finger inside and then pressed against her pussy lips. Jennie immediately spread her legs wide and pressed against his finger trying to ease it inside her. Needing no encouragement Mike pushed his finger in and Jennie groaned in pleasure. Mike grasped her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. Jennie raised her hips to help and then lowered herself once more to grind against Mike's cock.   Mike gently eased Jennie into a sitting position on his lap, facing him with her legs straddling him. She reached down and held his cock steady and then lowered her pussy onto it. Both of them sighed heavily as he entered her. They looked hungrily into each other's eyes as their hips began to move together. For the first time their lips came together and, at first tentatively and then passionately, they began to kiss.   Not very experienced with boys, Jennie was amazed at how Mike could make a kiss so erotic. The boys she'd had sex with mostly just closed their eyes and grunted a lot when they fucked her. She began to think that only people in movies kissed while they made love. Now she was experiencing a real kiss for the first time. She was beginning to wish that they had kissed a lot earlier.   Mike probed her mouth gently with his tongue as his cock probed her pussy. Sometimes he would push past her teeth to mingle with her tongue. She was used to that sort of kissing. When he gently pressed his tongue against the outside of her teeth and licked softly against her gums he felt her shudder.   When he brushed his lips against her cheeks and her eyelids she moaned and mewled softly. When he touched the tip of his tongue to the outside of her lips she sighed and trembled.   With the feelings Mike was giving her, Jennie wanted to speed up their fucking. She started to buck heavily against Mike but he put his hands on her hips and steadied her motions, slowing her down to an agonizingly pleasurable pace.   He lifted her T-shirt over her head and gazed almost in wonder at her youthful body. Slowly and with reverence, he leaned forward and gently sucked her right nipple into his mouth. It was hard and the scent of her perfume came faintly to his nose as he licked at it. She moaned loudly and put her arms around his head, drawing him into her breasts. He placed one hand under her left tit and slowly rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.   He nibbled and suckled on her right nipple and continued to caress her left tit. He lowered his other hand to her bum and pushed his finger between her thighs from behind. He gently massaged her perineum and he felt her shudder. She tightened her grip on his head and screamed out in pleasure. Her body convulsed and her hips bucked against him furiously.   He smiled to himself as he felt her cum and then he held her lovingly, kissing her on the lips and gently rubbing her back. He leaned back to look at her and smiled once more. She was still shaking and there were tears in her eyes. She was gasping for breath and her chest was heaving with each gasp.   The look in her eyes was one of both confusion and utter astonishment. It occurred to Mike that she had never had an orgasm before; at least not a proper one. He guessed that she may have brought herself to orgasm a few times but none of the boys she had been with had been able to do it for her.   Jennie was flabbergasted. Her mind, still whirling from the pot, was almost overwhelmed. Although the fucking had felt really good, she had never in her life experienced the kind of pleasure Mike had given her with his lips and his hands. She thought she was in heaven as he suckled her breasts, tweaking her one nipple while nibbling on the other.   When he placed his finger between her pussy and her anus and rubbed in a small circular motion she almost passed out. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure she hadn't passed out. Now here she was, gasping for breath and sweating furiously as they looked at each other. She could almost feel the room spinning and she was grateful that Mike had his arms around her so she couldn't fall backward.   Mike lifted her gently and then laid her down on the couch. He stood up and removed his bath robe and his pajama bottoms. Now Jennie was seeing him naked for the first time. For a man pushing thirty-five he was in pretty good shape. His stomach, although a little soft, was almost flat.   His arms and shoulders were well defined and Jennie could tell that he was probably a lot stronger than he looked. His legs were muscular and solid and his cock was hard and throbbing. His groin was covered with both his own and her secretions. His pubic hair was matted flat and his balls were swelling larger than any of the guys she'd seen naked before.   He lay down beside her and took her in his arms. They kissed for a long time and Jennie was in heaven. He kissed her on the lips, on the neck and on her breasts. He even kissed her hands and arms. He started at her fingertips, licking and nuzzling the pads of her fingers and kissed his way up to her shoulders, then her neck and finally to her lips. By the time he parted her thighs and placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy she was on fire.   He entered her and started the painfully and agonizingly pleasurable slow rhythm he had guided her into earlier. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck and held on like there was no tomorrow. With each stroke forward fireworks were going off in her head and her breath was pushed out of her. She wasn't even aware of the noises she was making.   Mike was enjoying the noises she made immensely. Hearing her mewl and sigh and coo with every stroke made his cock harder and longer, or so it seemed to him.   After what seemed like forever he began to feel the cum boiling up from his balls. He rolled his eyes back in his head and started pushing into her harder and harder with each stroke. She gasped and groaned and made unintelligible noises, each one more absurd than the previous one. Mike was steadying his upper body with his arms outstretched, his hands planted in the couch on either side of her head. He was grunting himself now and thrusting into her steadily.   Suddenly he growled and the fierce expression on his face almost scared Jennie. He was staring into her eyes intently and his lips were drawn back in a rictus. He grunted again and then Jennie felt the explosion inside her. She felt him spasm and at the same time she could feel the tremors of his cock erupting inside her.   She felt an intense heat as his sperm coated her insides and he grunted again. Once again she felt his cock spurt and that was when her own orgasm hit. She began to shudder from head to toe and they held each other tightly as the spasms threatened to throw both of them off of the couch and on to the floor.   After a full minute Mike finally looked up. They were both coated in sweat and he could feel their mingled juices flowing over each other's groin areas. His cock, spent and flaccid, was pressed against her sopping wet pussy, the head still partially inside and swimming in a mixture of his sperm and her wetness.   She opened her eyes and they looked at each other. They were both still pretty high, though the exertion of fucking had burned off a good portion of the THC flowing through their blood streams. They smiled at the same time and then kissed once more. Mike sighed contentedly and stretched. He looked once more at Jennie and saw that she looked upset about something.   'What's wrong?' he asked.   Jennie frowned and tears started to gather in her eyes.   'What's wrong?' he asked again. 'What is it?'   She started to sniffle and sat up, her expression becoming more agitated.   'What are we going to do?' she said finally.   'What do you mean?' he asked, his brain not working properly yet.   'What about my mom?' she said with a sob. 'What are we going to do?'   Mike's eyes opened wide in understanding and then he frowned. He sat up himself and stared at the floor while he tried to think.   'What are we going to tell her?' she said, the tears now running freely down her face. 'I can't just tell her that we had sex. I never want her to find out!'   Mike looked at Jennie and nodded slowly.   'Yes you're right,' he said. 'We can't tell her.'   Jennie sighed with relief and then looked at the floor herself for awhile. After a long time she looked up again.   'Does this mean we can never do this again?' she said sadly.   Mike frowned once more and then shook his head.   'No, I don't think so,' he said. 'I don't see any reason for us not to be able to do this again; just so long as your mom never finds out.'   Jennie smiled brightly and hugged him tight.   'Good!' she said excitedly. 'I was hoping you'd say that!' f a n t a s y ( i )     Jenna's heart was beating wildly as she looked through the microscope. The magnified cells collided madly into each other on the glass slide. Her breath quickened as she realised the significance of what she was looking at. Jenna removed the slide and inserted another from her samples. The results were similar. "Oh God! Oh wow!" Jenna mumbled softly to herself. "I've isolated it. Now I only have to test it." Dr Jenna Sinclair had spent the last 3 years of her life working on this project and now she was finally close to fruition. At 30 years of age, she was one of the younger scientists working here and definitely the youngest with a Doctorate. Jenna had always been fascinated with Biology and it had seemed like the logical choice to major in it at university. She excelled at the University of London and even before graduation she was offered a place at Cambridge to do her Masters and then her Doctorate.   Almost as soon as she finished her Thesis, at age 28, she had been offered a position as a research fellow in the prestigious SimBioTech Corp in America. Her work focused on physiology, in particular the different enzymes in blood and the differences or similarities between different animals and humans. It was during the course of this study that she had stumbled onto something. Something that she had worked on in her own time and that had taken up a large chunk of her life. She had kept it a secret from the other researchers. It was mainly due to this secrecy that she was forced to work long hours, to ensure she was alone and away from prying eyes. Jenna labelled the test tubes and placed them inside her own secure receptacle. Each scientist had their own secure storage area to prevent contamination of their work as well as to ensure a certain amount of propriety.   Although each scientist would be credited for their own work, it was a condition of their contract that ultimately SimBioTech would maintain first rights to any new discovery or enhancement. She took a deep breath as she placed a syringe into one of the test tubes and withdrew 5ml of liquid. She capped the syringe and unscrewed the needle before screwing a sealing cap back on to the syringe. She then slipped it into her coat pocket. Jenna sealed her receptacle and then picking up her briefcase, walked briskly out of the lab.   Her heart beat a little faster as she hoped the security sensors wouldn't pick up the syringe in her pocket. She calmed down a little as she remembered she had removed the metal needle so there was no way the sensors would pick up on plastic.  The only risk was the chance of a full body search and no researcher had suffered the ignominy of that had in the two years she had worked at SimBioTech. Her breath and hearbeat finally returned to normal as she walked out of the sliding doors of the facility and into her car. She noticed she was sweating slightly and Jenna turned up the air-conditioning as she drove home. Jenna's mind was working overtime as she drove, thinking about the possibilities she may have unlocked. Yet the biggest question was how the enzymes would work on a human. It may have no effect. Worse still, it could have disastrous effects. That was why she had decided that she would have to be the test subject. She would test out her discovery on herself and she would bear whatever consequences it brought. Good or bad. Her thoughts took a breather as she turned into her house. Quickly she made her way upstairs and removed the syringe from her pocket. She stared at it and felt her heart beat quicken again. Carefully she placed the syringe on the table before throwing off her clothes and heading into the shower. She felt her tight and tired muscles relax as the warm needles of water pounded her. She luxuriated in the warmth of the water as she soaped herself, feeling the grime and dirt of the day wash off her. Jenna squatted down and relaxed her bladder, feeling the wave of release as her urine sprayed out.   She watched the dark yellow liquid flow along the floor and wrinkled her nose as the strong smell of her urine wafted up. The colour and smell was an obvious sign that she hadn't been drinking enough water. She made a mental note to consume more water as she soaped her vaginal lips, washing away her urine and collected secretions from the day. Towelling herself dry, she stood in front of the mirror. "Dr. Sinclair. Dr. Jenna Sinclair." She said softly to herself as she looked at her reflection. "Too brainy for the hunks and too sexy for the geeks." That had been the story of her life. At 5'7" and 120 lbs, Jenna cut a very attractive figure.   She had been a gymnast at school and she still worked out regularly. She smiled as she remembered how, when she was in her prime, she could put her ankles behind her ears. Pity she was still a virgin then and didn't use it to her benefit. Jenna was still pretty lithe and flexible and she was sure if she tried, she could do it again. There just hadn't been a reason of late to have her legs in such a splayed position. Her body was well proportioned, not like the gymnasts of today that had muscular upper bodies. Her breasts were firm and round and she was proud of her 34C bust. Her hips had just the right amount of flare to them and her butt was nice and tight.   Jenna turned this way and that as she admired herself. She noticed how pale her skin had become with all the indoor work and made another mental note to spend more time out in the sun. She cast her eyes down to the table where the syringe was and she took a few deep breaths. Her breasts rose in time with her breaths and she sat down slowly. Jenna pulled her shoulder length, black hair away from her face and tied it into a pony tail. She sighed as she thought of the gravity of what she was going to do.   The fine hairs on her hands were bristling with nervousness as she picked up a cotton swab and cleaned the reverse side of her elbow with alcohol. She deftly picked up the syringe and popped the cover, screwing on a new needle on to it. Jenna looked at herself again in the mirror. "This is it Jen." She said softly as she pushed the needle carefully into her arm and plunged the syringe, filling her vein with the enzymes. Her arm felt warm as the enzymes flowed through it but that was only to be expected. She withdrew the syringe and discarded it carefully, flexing her left arm as she did so. "No turning back now." She said to herself again. "Its been done...."   **** ** *****      Jenna slept soundly that night. So soundly that she woke up half an hour late. "Damn!" she grumbled as she looked at the clock. After a quick wash up, she pulled on a fresh pair of cotton panties and a lacy white bra. Her firm, ample tits allowed her to wear those thin lacy bras she was so fond off. They enveloped her breasts snugly and provided just enough support and modesty yet allowed them to jiggle as she walked.  She threw on a beige blouse over her black skirt and wrapped a brown sweater around her shoulders. Fortunately she wasn't one for too much makeup and in fact didn't really need it at all. She only really put on makeup when she was going out with the result that she looked like a Goddess. A simple touch of lipstick, like she swirled on this morning, was enough to bring out her gorgeous features. She pulled her hair back together and tied it up into a pony tail with a scrunchie and she was ready to go. Jenna jumped into her car and sped off, hoping she wouldn't make it too late to work. Fortunately traffic was light and she pulled into her parking lot only about 5 minutes late. She smiled and waved at Stuart, who had himself just gotten out of his car, as she turned the ignition off. Stuart made his way around to the Jenna's side of the car, standing a little away from the door. "Morning Jenn." He smiled warmly as his eyes darted to Jenna's legs, swinging out of the car. "Hey." Smiled Jenna as she swung her knees out of the car, keeping them pressed firmly together. She was well aware where Stuart's eyes were focused and she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of looking at her knickers. "Looks like we're both running a little late today." "Yeah, well fortunately the lab isn't too fussy about time." Stuart replied, finally looking up at her face. "Busy day today?" "Depends what the bosses have for us." Jenna responded. She wasn't taking any chances of her secret research getting out so she would have to play dumb, as if she wasn't working on anything special or different. "Anyway, I have to run. I'm already late for a meeting." In actual fact, there was no meeting. She just wanted to get into the safe confines of her lab and run some more tests. She turned to look at Stuart again as she walked away from him. She caught him staring at her shapely, swinging ass as she walked. Poor guy, she thought to herself as she made a mental note to be nicer to him. She liked Stuart and would have spent more time with him if not for all the time she spent on her research.  Stuart was one of the nicer scientists in SimBioTech. He hadn't been accorded the title of researcher yet but in all essence, did practically the same amount of work as all the other researchers. He always had a smile on his face and Jenna had to admit that his face was pretty nice too. In fact, Stuart had a nice physique too.   Just under 6 feet tall, he was blessed with jet black hair, broad shoulders and twinkling brown eyes. He also had a butt that he joked 'most women would die for.' Jenn had never worked out if he meant that his butt was so nice that women wished they had one like his or if he was making reference to his sexual prowess.  She smiled at this thought as she reached her private lab. She entered and locked the door behind her. She set up her microscope and drew some blood from her arm. Her heart started to quicken as she analysed her own blood. There was no mistaking it.   The enzymes had combined with her own blood. She tested her temperature. It was normal. Her blood pressure was also normal. So far all her vital signs were normal. Jenna jotted down the measurements in her notebook along with sketches of the patterns reflecting from the microscope.  She continued to note down the measurements for the next five days. There were still no other signs of whether the experiment was working or not. Six days after injecting herself with the enzymes, Jenna awoke feeling thirsty. Her mouth and throat felt dry the same way it did after a night of heavy drinking. She gulped down two glasses of water before she felt herself quenched.   "Hmm...no alcohol and yet I feel dehydrated" she thought to herself as she searched for a pen and paper to record this effect. Her body felt warm and flushed as well and Jenna slipped a thermometer into her mouth. Her temperature was normal but she still felt flush. Two side effects seemed to be happening.   "Maybe I just need a shower." She thought to herself. Jenna slid into the bathroom and pulled of her clothes. As she peeled her panties off, she noticed that the gusset of her panties were clotted with her secretions. She inspected herself, pulling aside the hairs of her pussy to find her vulva red and swollen.   Side effect number three! Or was it three AND four? She decided to note it down together as "a large amount of vaginal secretions coupled with redness and swelling of the vulva." It was at the exact moment that she wrote this finding down that she felt her pussy muscles spasm slightly, sending a quiver of excitement shooting through her. Her nipples grew stiff and hard, more stimulated than she had ever known them to be. Jenna noted down this reaction as effect four. "Dehydration, feeling warm and flush, a wet and swollen pussy and now erect and nipples" she said quietly, reading back her notes. She softly brushed her erect nipples and noted they were extremely sensitive. Jenna turned on the shower and luxuriated in the hot spray.   She soaped herself vigorously, paying special attention to the thick bush of hair covering her pussy. The hairs were matted with her secretions and she soaped her mound thoroughly.  She let out a soft moan as her fingers brushed against her clitoris. Like her nipples, it was hard and engorged. She teased her clit lightly before allowing her fingers to dip into her slit. It was hot and wet. Jenna bit her lower lip as she moved her fingers inside of her, thrusting her hips back and forth as she fucked her fingers. "God! I'm so horny!" she moaned as her fingers danced wildly within her. She turned to face the jet of water, thrusting her hips our so that the jet of water pounded on her clit. "Aahh....oh yess....ohhh...." she cried out. She had three fingers inside of her now, digging deeper into her seething hole. The warm jet of water on her clit was sending shudders through her body. She was moaning loudly now as her other hand moved up to clutch her breasts. Her body suddenly tensed and she let out a scream of pleasure as a hot wave of release engulfed her body. "Yeeeaaggh....ohhhhh......oh yessss....yesss...oh awwww!!" Jenna closed her eyes as her body quivered and shook with orgasm. She pulled out her fingers and noticed they were caked in thick white goo. The smell of her sexual arousal was thick in the air, even with the shower still running. With a weak smile on her face, Jenna finished washing up and towelled herself dry. As she opened her drawer to get her undergarments, she realised she was still horny. Not only was she horny but she was also feeling extremely sexy about herself. She chose to dress to fit her mood, taking out a seldom used frilly lace white panty. She picked out a lacy sheer white bra and put that on, noticing that her nipples were still erect and poked out hard at the bra cups.   Jenna then picked a short, flared black skirt and a thin white blouse. The lace of her bra showed through the white blouse and her erect nipples made dents in the blouse. This was definitely out of character with Jenna but she was feeling so sexy, she didn't care what the others at the lab may think of her. She decided to brush her hair out today rather than tying it up in a pony tail like she normally did. She put on a little lipstick as usual and admired herself in the mirror. Just letting her hair out changed her look considerably. "Won't they be surprised at the lab." She sniggered to herself. As she drove to work, her whole body seemed to be on fire. Her extra sensitive nipples seemed to brush against her bra with every movement and her pussy felt like it was releasing liquid lava. The lacy material of her sexy panties didn't help with its lack of absorbency and she could feel her juices coating her thighs. As she pulled into the parking lot, she noticed that Stuart had just arrived as well. "I wonder if he times his arrival to match mine." She thought to herself, then dismissed it as she realised there were many times that she had reached work when Stuart was no where to be seen.   She saw Stuart walking up to the car door and she smiled wickedly to herself as she flung the car door open. She placed one leg outside, allowing her skirt to ride up while she pretended to be looking for something. Her legs were splayed wide open and she knew Stuart would be getting a good look at her sexy panties. She held her legs open just long enough to appear that she was doing it unconsciously before she slid the other leg out daintily. Jenna looked up at Stuart and smiled sweetly. "Morning Stu." "Uh..yea. Hi. Morning!" Stu replied, trying to avert his gaze. Jenna glanced quickly at the crotch of his pants and noticed it was tented up slightly. "Mmm...so I gave him a hard-on" she laughed quietly to herself. "You look different" Stuart said, rather lamely. "It's my hair." She replied, teasing her long locks. "I let it down. You like it?" "Uh Yeah. You look good" Stuart replied, fumbling his words as he stared in awe at the new Jenna. 'But it's not just your hair, there's something different about you." "Really now." Jenna giggled. "Maybe we can discuss it further sometime. I'll give you a call." She didn't even wait for a response but just sashayed off to her office, leaving Stuart staring at her wiggling hips. She walked confidently to her office, noticing the appreciative looks she got from her male co-workers and some bitchy looks from some of the women. Once in her office, she checked her temperature and blood pressure readings. They were both normal. She took out her notebook and jotted in another entry – "Rise in confidence." That made 5 effects. She was still feeling all the other effects, especially the hot flushes. Jenna locked her door and pulled her skirt up. She felt her panties – they were soaking! She pulled down her panties slightly to inspect her pussy. It was even more red and swollen than this morning.   She made more notes and compared her notes to her research. The effects were in tandem with what was expected, especially the vaginal secretions and swelling. And she was getting more and more horny by the second. The mornings release had hardly satiated her and on the contrary had only managed to stoke the fires. Jenna decided to focus on her work. She was a little behind on her actual work assignments having gotten carried away with her own private research. She unlocked her office door and sat down to finish off two reports. The work helped to keep her mind away from her body's lustful cries but the heat emanating from her loins kept sexual thoughts perpetually playing in the back of her mind. Just as she was getting finished off one report and was about to check on her bodily readings, Jake Watson walked in. Jake was the Chief Executive Officer of SimBioTech. A chemist by training, he had devoted many years of his life to research in Universities and had finally moved into the more lucrative area of private funded research. At 56, he was extremely distinguished looking and still had a trim figure. "Hows it coming along Jen?" he asked "Pretty good Jake." Jenna replied, "almost finished off the Digestive Probiotics research." "You look kind off flushed." Jake said with concern. "Are you alright?" "Y-Yes." Jenna responded, a little too quickly she realised. "Everything's fine." Jenna realised that each time she looked at Jake, her breasts started to tingle. Suddenly her back seemed to arch and her hips jerked outwards. Jenna made a conscious effort to control her spasms. Then it happened again, as if she was thrusting her hips in a dance. Jake was explaining something to Jenna but her mind was too focused on controlling her spasming legs. She realised that each time she looked at Jake, one of her legs spasmed. To make it worse, the tingles had spread from her breasts to her pussy.   She also noticed that her sense of smell seemed to have become extremely acute. Jake's cologne teased her nostrils and she could even smell his musky sweat. The hot flushes seemed to envelope every inch of her body and all her senses seemed to be heightened. "You smell good." She heard herself say. Her back and hips were spasming even more now and she was surprised Jake didn't seem to notice. She could smell herself too. The whole room seemed to smell of her sexual juices. "Uh..Thanks, I suppose." Jake said, confused at this sudden compliment from Jenna. "Is something wrong Jenna?" "N-no... I mean.... No" Jenna muttered. Her mind had become cloudy, filled with a desire that she could no longer control. Her body was craving fulfilment although her mind was telling her that she couldn't do anything. Not here. Not with Jake. "Jenna?" Jake had come forward and had placed his hands on Jenna's shoulders. "What's wrong? Your hips seem to be twitching. Is everything okay?" "Uh.. yes... I mean no. Oh God you wouldn't understand." Jenna cried, trying desperately to control her feelings. Her body was slowly taking control over her mind.  f a n t a s y ( ii ) "Tell me. Maybe I can help" Jake said, still confused. Jenna buried her head in Jake's shoulder, her arms clutching his tightly. "This stays between us." Jenna hissed. Her body had taken over now. She needed it and she needed it now. She needed to be fucked. "Yes, of course" Jake replied. "What is it? What's wrong?" "Fuck me. Fuck me now. Don't ask questions, just fuck me!" Jenna pleaded. At the back of her mind she knew this was wrong and that she shouldn't be doing this. Not here and most certainly not with Jake but she couldn't help it.  Jake was not one to ask questions when given the opportunity like this. He had spent many days secretly checking Jenna out and fantasising about her. Yet, he would never make a pass at her or do anything to jeopardise their relationship. But her asking him to fuck her, in fact almost pleading to be fucked was a different thing altogether! He unzipped his pants slowly as Jenna cleared the table with one sweep. She unbuttoned her blouse and lay on the table. Jake took in a deep breath as he saw how erect and long her nipples were. Raising her hips, she pulled her skirt and panties down in one smooth move.   Jake had removed his pants now and his cock was stiff at attention. He leant over to lift her legs and Jenna helped by spreading them. He looked at her red swollen pussy and let out a low grown. "My God! Look at how swollen you are!" Jake cried out. "and your soaking....!" "Just fuck me Jake. Please! I need it." Jenna pleaded. Jake slid his cock slowly into her hot seething pussy. He had never felt anything so tight before! Although she was so well lubricated, her pussy was tight and hot.   A hot, wet, tight cunt! Jenna hissed as she felt his cock spear its way slowly into her. She could feel every inch of his cock separating her swollen pussy walls. It was pure pleasure as she felt his hairy balls finally smack against her vulva. "Fuck me Jake. Fuck me hard." Jenna moaned. "Don't be gentle with me. Just fuck me!" Jake needed no further prompting. He grabbed her shoulders as Jenna wrapped her legs around his ass. He started thrusting deep and hard into her, knocking the breath out of her with each thrust. Jenna moved her hands upward to remove Jakes hands from her shoulders. She placed them on her breasts, urging him to squeeze them as he fucked her. His hands covered her breasts and he squeezed them. He pinched her nipples hard, eliciting a sharp cry from her. He grabbed her breasts and used them as leverage as he sawed in and out of her pussy. Jenna's mouth was wide open in an 'O' as Jake hammered hard into her. She drummed her heels into his ass, urging him deeper and deeper into her. "Aaooooohhh....yesss...yessss....fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!!" She cried out. All sensation was focused in her battered cunt and her whole body felt like it was nothing but a big, pussy with a thick cock satisfying it. "Cummm...gonna cummm....cum with me...please....cummm!!" Jenna mewled, almost incoherently. Jake could feel the spunk building up in his balls and he thrust harder into the beautiful girl lying like a whore under him.  "Unnh...gonna cummm" Jake cried out. "Fill me! Fuck me and full me with your cum" Jenna wailed. "Fill me like the bitch I am!" Her gutter mouth was all it took to drive Jake over the edge. He slammed into her and his cock throbbed and spasmed as he shot his load into her. "Oooohhhh Yeaaaahhh...yessss...." Jenna cried out as her own body spasmed and shuddered with ecstasy. She felt her pussy clamp down on Jakes cock, milking every last drop into her boiling pussy. Her pussy seemed to clamp and spasm many times, leading her to another mini orgasm. Jake stayed deep within her until her pussy stopped clenching and he slowly withdrew his cock. He looked down at her pussy hair all matted with both their juices. "That was so hot Babe!" Jake enthused. Jenna smiled weakly up at Jake. "Thank you. You don't know how much I needed that." One hand moved automatically to cover her leaking pussy while she draped her arm ove her breasts. The attempt at modesty didn't go unnoticed and Jake averted his eyes as he pulled on his pants.   As is often the case after hot, unplanned sex, reality set in and Jake started to wonder what had really caused this sudden sexual wantonness from Jenna. "Um..Jenn? What exactly just happened?" Jake asked tentatively. "W-Why did you need it so bad?" "Shhh!" Jenna replied. "Please. No questions and please keep this between ourselves. Someday I hope to be able to explain all this. For now, please just consider it a favour among friends. Okay?" "Um, yeah. Okay." Jake responded. " I suppose it's the least I can do. Um..call me again if you need help." He continued lamely, trying to make a feeble joke. "Anyway, I suppose I should get going." Jake paused at the door to turn back and feast his eyes once again on the nubile figure lying on the table. Jenna didn't respond as she watched her boss walking out of the lab. She pictured what a sight she must make, lying with nothing but her blouse hanging open off her, with her cunt dripping cum.   She reached backwards for some cotton swabs and cleaned herself up before swinging off the table and heading into the toilet. She was thankful that each lab had a private toilet and she was able to fully clean herself up without leaving the confines of her lab. After cleaning herself up she made more notes, adding in her heightened smell and spasming back and hips. That made seven side effects. And of course her increased sex drive – but that was the main purpose of the experiment! Jenna consulted her research again, poring over her notes. She finally found it. Her spasms of the back and hips were a signal trait known as the Lordosis Behaviour. It caused the spine to arch downwards, making the genitalia elevated and more easily accessible. Obviously the experiment was working. She was displaying all the traits of estrus.  She recalled the careful study that she had done. How she had carefully extracted the blood of cats and dogs and then spun them in a centrifuge. This had enabled her to isolate and then combine the enzymes that she required. After controlled tests with lab rats and special computerised simulations she had injected herself with it. And now the results were proving spectacular.  She was a bitch in heat! She made a mental note to fuck on her fours the next time, since she was displaying acute signs of Lordosis. She imagined herself on her fours, her hips pressing themselves downwards involuntarily, awaiting a cock to take her from behind. Jenna felt a gnawing in her stomach as she thought about getting fucked again. She had really enjoyed the fuck with Jake. The enzymes had altered her physiology to make it the most sensational fuck she had ever received. Even though she was still feeling horny, she knew she had to see how much she could control herself.   Perhaps she had injected herself with too strong a dose. Briefly she considered taking the antidote. But if she did, she would never know how far she would go and how to perfect her experiment into a drug. A drug that would make her millions! She had only one concern. Estrus, or the condition of a bitch in heat, lasted anything from 4 days up to 15 days!! If she was so horny on the first day of the Estrus Cycle, could she last for 4 days? And what if it went up to 15 days? She knew however that she had to see the experiment through. She was a bitch in heat and she would stay in heat for as long as she could! The rest of the day passed by in a blur. She kept herself busy with her work research as well as doing more research into Estrus and documenting her own reactions to the experiment. Experiencing estrus was by far more meaningful and produced far more substantial data than anything she had read.   Sexual urges wracked her body every time she took a break from her work and so she concentrated hard on her work and on controlling herself. Soon it was time to go home and with a sense of relief, Jenna locked up for the day. She had a quick dinner outside and then proceeded home. On reaching home, she prepared herself for her shower and performed her self examination again. Her panties were wet with her juices and her thighs were crusty where her secretions had dried up.   There was thick globs in her panties that she figured were a mix of her juices and Jake's semen. Her vulva was still red and swollen. Jenna briefly considered shaving her pubic hairs but decided she had better not add any extra factors of stimulus to the experiment. Jenna showered and washed herself thoroughly. She put on a fresh, clean pair of panties and continued with more documentation if the days events. Tired out and trying to fight the urge to play with herself, Jenna fell asleep. Jenna awoke just before her alarm sounded. Her hands were between her legs and her panties were soaked through. Jenna recalled vividly the dreams of the previous night. It had been one long fuck fest with different partners.   Partners who didn't seem to have faces but she could remember their cocks piercing into her. It was like one long porno movie in which she was the main actress. No wonder her panties were so thoroughly soaked. "Day two" she mumbled to herself. "It hasn't even started yet and I'm already so fucking horny." She showered and dressed herself, again picking out sexy clothes to suit her mood. She went with black lace panties, a tight red knee length skirt and a form fitting brown blouse. She decided she wasn't going to wear a bra today just because she felt like it. She wore her hair brushed out again and drove to office. She was early today and there was no one in the car park when she got in. She noticed her sense of smell had increased further and she could pick up smells from almost 50 meters away. She also noticed that she could distinguish smells a lot better.   In fact for the better part of the morning, she noted down who was going past her door purely by their smells. She smiled to herself as she picked up Susan's scent mixed with the distinc odour of semen and pussy juice. Susan had been fucked in the morning before coming to work! Jenna managed to keep her raging lust in check, primarily because she stayed in her office the whole day, away from the male species.   She realised that the male scent drove her crazy, especially in close range. Even behind the closed doors, she could smell the men when they walked past and her body would start to ache with lust. Her pussy would secrete even more juices and her nipples would ache. She noted all this down of course in her little note book. By the time the clock signalled the end of her working day, she was a soaking mess. Still she prided herself in the fact that she had managed to maintain control and had not just given in to her lustful feelings. One thing she did notice though was that the more she deprived herself of succumbing to her lustful needs, the more confident and brazen she became. As luck would have it, Stuart was leaving at the same time as Jenna. She cursed softly under her breath as she knew she would have to be in close proximity with a man – something she had been trying to avoid.  "Hey Jenna!" Stuart called out. "Didn't see you the whole day." "Hi Stu," Jenna smiled, groaning inwardly as she felt her nipples engorge and her pussy start to drip. She noticed Stuart staring at her chest and she knew that he was looking at her protruding nipples, especially since she wasn't wearing a bra. Jenna's head felt light as she chatted with Stuart. She seemed to be on remote control and was obviously capable of carrying out a sensible conversation, although she really didn't know what she was saying. Her nostrils were picking up the strong pheromones emanating from Stuart's body. She could smell his sweat as well which was turning her on so much. And what was that? She could smell the odour of sexual excitement on him. She couldn't resist it any longer. She had to act on her heat. "Would you like to come home with me?" She asked out loud suddenly. "Just follow my car." Not even waiting for an answer, she jumped into her car and drove, noticing that Stuart had quickly followed behind her. She drove carefully yet quickly back to her place and ran inside, leaving the front door open. She knew she was behaving like a brazen hussy, but she couldn't help it. She peeled off her clothing, only leaving her panties on and walked back into the living room. Stuart was standing looking dumbfounded as Jenna knelt before him and undid his trousers. The sweaty, sexual smell of his crotch sent spasms to her pussy as she opened her mouth to take his cock in. Stuart groaned as he watched Jenna swallow his cock. She gave his cock a few good sucks before she pulled off him and sat on the couch, legs splayed. "Lick me Stu." She begged. "Lick my pussy." Stuart was not going to question his good fortune. Here was gorgeous Jenna, someone he had been trying to date for the last few months, begging him to lick her pussy.   He knelt at her feet and peeled off her panties. He was surprised by how red and swollen her vulva was but even more so by how much juice there was dripping out of her. Stu leaned forward and licked along the furrow, from her ass right up to her clitoris. Jenna jerked spasmodically as his tongue ignited more fires inside her. "Oohh yesss....Oh Godd...lick me. Don't stop....yessss!" She cried out. Jenna lifted her legs backward, almost in a tuck and offered her pussy up to Stuart. His cock lurched in his pants seeing Jenna in such an obscene position. Her feet were practically behind her ears, offering him unobstructed access to her quim. He licked harder and faster, dipping his tongue deep into her gash. He scooped up her juices with his tongue, enjoying the pungent yet fruity taste of her.  "Mmmpph...mmmpphh..ummmm..yeeeahhh!" Jenna moaned loudly as she lifted her hips to Stuarts sucking mouth. "That's it! Yes...Yes...suck my cunt...Oh Yessss!" Her body started to tremor and her screams grew louder as Stuart licked with wild abandon. He face was glistening with a mixture of his saliva and her juices. Jenna suddenly bucked upward and screamed loudly as her body spasmed wildly in orgasm. "Oooaahhhhh yyyeaaggh.....Godddddd" She screamed out loudly, enjoying the wild orgasm tearing through her body. Her thighs continued to shudder and tremble as she released her legs and brought them back to ground. She touched Stuart's cock which was hard as rock. Jenna stroked it slowly as she turned herself on the couch and raised herself on all fours.  "Now fuck me." She practically commanded. As she said this, her Lordosis reflex kicked in and automatically her back arched downwards, lifting up her hind quarters and offering her gaping pussy to Stuart. On her fours, her pussy was perfectly aligned with Stuart's cock. He grabbed her hips and with one lunge forced himself inside of her. "Unnnhh...Yesss!" she cried out as the hard rod of flesh impaled her. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Stuart ploughed his cock into her throbbing pussy. Each inward stroke caused Jenna to grunt out loud and his cock made slushing noises as he rammed it into her soaking pussy. Stuart's cock was encased tightly in Jenna's swollen pussy. She started moving her hips back at him, urging him further into her. Stuart suddenly stiffened and rammed hard into Jenna. "Ah..Ahh...gonna cummm! Aaahhh" he moaned. "Nooo! Noooo....Oh god no..." Jenna wailed as she felt his cum splattering her insides. "Damn you, I haven't cum yet." "I-I'm sorry" Stuart apologised as he felt his cock softening inside her. "You were just so hot, I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." "I'm so hot Stuart. So horny." Jenna cried, almost in tears. "Do something, stick your fingers in me, something! I need to cum!" Stuart looked at Jenna's body, throbbing and spasming in need. She wasn't lying and she wasn't just horny. This was different. She must be on some kind of drug Stuart reasoned. Jenna was mewling incoherently now, filthy words coming out of her mouth.   Staurt felt his cock rising again but it still wasn't hard enough. He looked around the room and found a candle sitting in its stand. He reached over and grabbed the candle and stuffed it into Jenna's pulsating cunt. "Ohhhh....yeah....dont even tell me what it is...just fuck me with it!" Jenna squealed. Stuart fucked her with long, slow strokes of the candle. He noticed that her juices were dribbling down her thighs. His cock stirred more wildly this time. A few more strokes of the candle and he was back to being rock hard. Jenna was moaning and thrusting her hips backward. He timed his withdrawal of the candle and insertion of his cock perfectly. "Awww...that's your cock! I can feel the heat. God Stuart, its so hard.!!!" Jenna squealed in delight.  Her backward thrusts became more intense as Stuart wrapped his arm around her waist. His fingers danced across her clitoris as he sawed his cock in and out of her. Jenna was shaking her head from side to side, crying out in ecstasy as her body responded wildly to the sexual gratification. She raised her head and moaned loudly as her body tensed. "Yeeaaggh...Cumming...Oh Stuart I'm cumming....aawwwwww!"  Her entire body started to convulse and shake. Stuart stopped fucking her briefly as he felt her pussy clamp on to his cock. Her pussy squeezed and milked his cock and just as it relaxed, he started fucking into her violently again. "That's it Stuart! Don't stop! Whatever you do, don't stop! Keep fucking me hard! Oh God I'm gonna cum again.....!!" Her body shook and convulsed again but this time Stuart didn't stop fucking her. He ploughed his cock deep and fast into her trembling body. She started to gurgle as wave after wave of a powerful orgasm shook through her. Just as she came down from one orgasm, another one shook her body. She kept on cumming as she finally felt Stuart slam hard into her and his hot semen scalding her pussy walls. She collapsed hard on the sofa as Stuart lay buried in her. Slowly she felt him pull out of her and she could feel his cum dripping out of her. Her body was still trembling and she buried her face in the sofa, enjoying the afterglow. "Stay with me tonight Stuart?" She asked softly. "I can't be alone. Please stay with me."   **** **** ****   Jenna got fucked another 3 times that night. In between their sexual activity, Jenna explained everything to Stuart. She explained that she needed someone to stay with her and keep and eye on her for the next few days until the Estrus wore off.   She explained that she didn't know how far her 'heat' would take her but that she wanted to see it through to completion. Part of the deal was that Stuart would get to fuck her while he stayed with her. He had to understand though that she may be getting fucked elsewhere as well.   She couldn't help herself from fucking others – not while she was on heat, and not while she wasn't willing to sacrifice the experiment. Stuart was supportive. After all, who ever imagined he would even get the chance to fuck her once, let alone on demand? The next three days went off well for Jenna. Her sense of smell hadn't increased further and she was coming to terms with her new found lustiness. Knowing she had Stu to take care of her needs kept her in check.   She would fuck Stu in the morning before going to work and then at least twice throughout the night. She was amazed that she didn't feel tired with all the sex. Even more amazing was that she didn't feel sore either. Her pussy seemed to recover quickly, ready for more. Stu wasn't coping too well though. He was getting tired and his cock was sore with all the activity. He was almost reaching the stage where he was finding it hard to accommodate Jenna, but somehow, he still made it. f a n t a s y ( iii ) Day seven of her Estrus cycle came along and Jenna saw no signs of it receding. Stuart was a little tired this morning but she needed some satisfaction so they ended up doing a 69. She managed to cum twice on his mouth and fingers before his cock erupted in her mouth. Being Saturday, Stuart rolled over to have a snooze while Jenna went to wash herself up. During her regular morning inspection, she was surprised to find her vulva now a fiery red. It was as almost as if it was raw and scalded. She felt no pain however. Her secretions were also much more, practically coating her pussy and thigh. There was a strangely sweet smell emanating from her pussy as well. Her nipples were not just sensitive today, they were practically aching. Jenna wasn't sure if her pussy was really emanating the sweet aroma or if it was just her heightened sense of smell that was picking it up. Her heart rate was also higher and the hot flushes seemed to be intensifying. Jenna wanted to ask Stuart if he could get the sweet aroma too but he had already left to go home for the day and wasn't due back till later at night. Jenna noted everything down in her notebook.  Jenna went outside to take out the garbage and she spied her neighbour sitting in his porch across the street. Mr Johns was a sweet older man, almost touching 60. His wife had passed away a few years ago and he lived with his three sons. The boys all worked in the construction company that their father had set up.   Jenna hardly saw the sons as they always worked long hours and when they weren't working they were out with their friends. It was useful having Mr Johns across the street as he always helped her with minor repairs and fixing appliances. She waved cheerfully at him and he smiled and waved in return.   As soon as he acknowledged her, she felt a knot in her stomach and that all familiar feeling. Just as quickly, she realised that she was extremely horny.  She bit her lip and looked down at the ground as she put the garbage in the bin. Still averting her gaze, she ran back into the house. She tried to call Stuart but she couldn't get him.   She was almost feverish with lust now and the thought crossed her mind if Mr Johns might just be able to fix her appliance. Jenna knew she was traversing dangerous territory but she was so horny. She needed to get fucked. She quickly changed into a short skirt and a tube top. No bra, no panties. She picked up an old toaster that had been damaged previously and she ran out and across the road. Mr Johns was no longer on the patio and Jenna hoped he was inside. She rapped on the door and waited, her body already craving sex. She heard footsteps and Mr Johns opened the door. "Well hello Jenna." he said. "Bright and early this morning huh. What can I do for you?" "Uh. This toaster..." Jenna mumbled. "Seems to be on the blink. I was wondering if you could look at it?" "Why sure. Come on in." Mr Johns said, his eyes growing wide as he noticed her nipples protruding out of her tube top. His cock started to swell in his pants as he led her to the sofa. "Take a seat. Can I get you a drink?" "N-no. I'm fine thanks." Jenna mumbled. She parted her legs slightly, trying to give Mr Johns a look at her pussy. If he didn't take the signal soon, she would just have to tell him the truth. Tell him how she needed to be fucked. Mr Johns could see right up her skirt to her hairy pussy. He swallowed hard and carefully placed the toaster down. He looked hard at Jenna who looked at him with a glazed look in her eyes. Mr Johns knew that look well. His wife often had that look after he had sucked her and just before she begged him to fuck her. "Stick that hard cock in me lover" she would say to him. His cock throbbed harder as he reached down to grab Jenna's hand. "Its not your toaster that needs fixing is it?" He grinned at her, as he pulled her up. "I don't know why and I'm not gonna ask, but perhaps today is my lucky day." Jenna nodded almost in relief. Pulling herself away from Mr Johns, she pulled her tank top over her head in one smooth motion. Her breasts shuddered as her shoulders came back down. "Take me Mr Johns. Do what you want with me." "Call me Dave." He said softly as his hands reached out to cover her breasts. "No need for formalities if were gonna fuck." He lowered his head to suck her nipples and Jenna's responsive moan caused his cock to jerk harder in his pants. Dave peeled her skirt off her and pulled her to him.   He kissed her softly and she melted into his arms. Her lips parted, kissing him back urgently. His tongue slipped into he mouth and teased her own tongue. They kissed like teenagers and Jenna felt her already wet pussy turn leaking copious amounts of fluid. She was pleasantly surprised that Mr Johns was kissing her and not just fucking her like the other two men had. She knew she didn't need the foreplay when she was in such a state of arousal but it was nice. And it was nice of Dave to take the time to seduce her when it was apparent she didn't need any seduction. Jenna's hands moved to unbutton Dave's shirt and then to pull down his pants, all the while still kissing him. She was mewling softly with his kisses as she pressed her naked form against him, her nipples brushing his hairy chest. She slid down his body, giving it small kisses till she reached his stiff cock. She fisted it in her hands and knelt on her fours. Again the Lodorsis reflex kicked in with her hips arching upward to offer her wet pussy to Mr Johns. He had never seen anything so erotic or sensual in his life. Normally he had to work hard on a woman to get her so worked up but this beauty was offering herself up to him. He positioned himself behind her and slid his cock into her gaping hole. It was wet and hot and enveloped him nicely. He let out a low groan as he worked himself into her. "Mmm...that feels so good Mr Jo..uh Dave." Jenna sighed. "So good." Dave moved in and out of her slowly, enjoying the warm wetness. Although she was well lubricated, she still felt tight. He began to thrust into her deeply now, relishing the slapping sound as his groin met hers. He could also hear the soft squishy sounds her pussy was making as he fucked into her. Jenna lowered her elbows to the floor, bending her upper body and her head down to offer her ass even higher to Dave. "Uhh..yess..Uhh...oh fuck...oh....unnnh.." She groaned softly. "What's this?!" The voice that called out interrupted their pleasure. "Looks like Daddy's getting some nooky." Jenna looked up to see Danny, Simon and Andrew – all at home for a change – standing in front of her. Dave had stopped fucking in and out of her but was still buried deep in her cunt.  "Oaahh...Don't stop Dave. Please Don't stop." Jenna cried out in frustration. Her hands reached upwards, urging the boys closer to her. "I'm gonna cum." Dave moaned. "Can I cum in your mouth?"  "Then one of you boys fuck me!" Jenna cried out, almost pleading. It didn't take the boys half a minute to undress. Dave moved to Jenna's mouth and she took him in willingly as Danny entered her from behind. She could taste her juices on Dave's cock and it turned her on even more. Danny wasn't as gentle as his father and he fucked her fast and furiously. It was exactly what Jenna needed and she hissed and groaned on Dave's cock.   Dave didn't last too long and soon spurted his load into her mouth. He didn't have much cum for an older man but his taste was strong. She swallowed every drop, feeling it hot in her stomach, as Dave's cock slowly deflated and withdrew from her mouth. With her mouth free, she was able to concentrate on the feelings in her pussy again. "God yes! Fuck me ....fuck me good." She screamed. "Fuck me Danny!" Andrew had moved to her mouth and she licked his cock softly. He urged himself forward trying to force his cock through her mouth but Jenna turned her head. "No, please. You can fuck me too. All of you can fuck me!" She cried out, not wanting to waste a cock in her mouth. Danny was dripping with sweat as he finally let out a soft cry and plunged deep into her. "Oh fuck Jenna... Fuuucck!" Danny cried. His cock swelled and he withdrew it to spew his load all over her back. The hot liquid splashing on her back ignited her own fires and Jenna let out a loud groan as her body throbbed and convulsed. "Cover me with your cum! Ohhhh I'm cummmminggg" Her body was still thrashing as she felt another cock enter her. This was thicker than Danny's but not as long. She looked around to see who it was to find it was Andrew filling her with his cock. Andrew's cock spread her nicely and she started to cum again after a few strokes. "OOohhh aaah.....yyyeeeaaagghh!!" Jenna screamed." So good...just keep fucking me! Oh yessss!" She was going wild with sexual delirium. Her entire being was focused on sex and nothing else. Every fibre in her craved with sexuality. Andrew was still fucking her and she still craved more. She turned to Danny. "Let me suck your cock." She cried out. "What about me??" Protested Simon.  "Fuck my ass!" Jenna moaned, completely consumed with lust. "Fuck all my holes! Just fuck me!" Danny moved forward to her mouth and Jenna sucked and slurped on his semi flaccid cock. She felt Andrew withdraw from her pussy and then position her body so that he entered her pussy from underneath. She felt Simon's cock pressing against her asshole and she sucked hard on Danny's cock as she felt Simon press hard against her ass, forcing his cock into her.  Jenna screamed loudly but her scream was muffled by Danny's cock. Her ass felt like a red hot poker had been jammed into it but surprisingly, the pain receded very quickly. The three brothers worked up a rhythm and her body was buffeted with three cocks working together, filling every fuckable hole in her body.  Her body felt like it was connected to an electrical current. She felt tingles from her ears right to the soles of her feet. She was nothing but a fuck machine and she was loving it. Orgasm after orgasm swept over her and if her mouth wasn't so crammed of cock, she would have been screaming out her pleasure.   Just as she was about to climb the peak of another orgasm, she felt Andrew and Simon tense unleash there torrent of cum into her.  Her body responded with jolts of pleasure and her muscles spasmed and tensed. Danny let out a loud groan as his cock spit viciously into Jenna's mouth. He mouth was half open in a silent scream and some of his cum dripped out the sides of her mouth. Andrew and Simon slowly pulled out of her with a popping sound and Jenna let her head collapse to the floor. Her ass and pussy were leaking the juices of two men and her own juices. As if by reflex, she put her hand behind her to scoop out their mixed juices and brought it to her mouth to lick it. Just like a bitch in heat she thought to herself with a half smile. The four men lay as if in a daze around the room. Jenna felt fulfilled but still there was a yearning in her. She wanted more. She wasn't completely satiated at all. Far from it, she felt like she needed to fuck all day! "Do you mind if I spend the weekend?" She asked the dazed foursome quietly. "let me just call Stuart and let him know...."   ** *** **   The weekend went by in a wild orgy. Jenna lost count of the number of times she got fucked and by whom. She only knew that on Sunday evening she had a gang bang session much like the events of the first day. Just like with Stuart, she had briefly explained the changes caused by the experiment to the Johns family. Unlike Stuart, they had no interest at all in the details of the physiology but had all the interest in her hot wanton body. That suited Jenna fine. She returned to her home late Sunday night and when she awoke on Monday, she noticed that her urges had receded somewhat. She had obviously peeked with Estrus over the weekend and she quickly made notes paying special attention to the length of days that Estrus kicked in and when it peeked.  She lost all signs of Estrus after 12 days but her enhanced sense of smell stayed for 14 days. The hot flushes and secretions stopped almost immediately after 10 days as well as the redness of her vulva. It was almost beautiful to look at once it went back to its pale fleshy skin tone with bits of pink. She smiled to herself as she looked at a picture she had taken of her red fiery vulva. It looked like she had applied lipstick to it. Once she had returned back to full normalcy, she worked to isolate the enzyme further and reduced the dosage to a manageable level.   She did further tests with it on herself as well as giving it to some of the friends for their own usage. She managed to remove all the side effects and adjust the Estrus level combined with an enhancer so that it took effect in 10 minutes and lasted for just a couple of hours. It was a high tech women's version of Viagra.  She also developed an instant antidote to ensure that the Estrus tablet was not used as a date rape drug as well as in the event that for some reason you wanted to stop the effects. Once she was convinced that everything was in place, she announced to Jake what she had done.   She showed him her research and finally explained to him her behaviour that day in the lab. Jake was extremely excited by her results and applied for FDA approval immediately. After a few months of testing, they received FDA approval and the Estrus drug was marketed. Jenna Sinclair made more money that she had ever hoped for. The icing on the cake came when she was flown to Sweden in early December. "Presenting the Lecture for The Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for her discovery and isolation of the genetic enzyme that causes Estrus; and for significantly modifying this enzyme to be used safely by human females. I present to you, Dr Jenna Sinclair." Jenna rose from her seat. She looked ravishing with full make up on and her hair let down. She was also wearing dangly golden hoop earrings. The only strange this was her outfit. She was wearing a long button down coat dress – that looked something like a mix between an overcoat and a trench coat.  She slowly made her way to the podium and addressed the crowd. She began her lecture, explaining how she had isolated the enzyme; the tests she had performed and the modifications she had made. She finished with these words. "It has been my said that words and diagrams that you see in presentations and lectures do not fully explain anything. There is no better teacher than experience." She said as she slowly unbuttoned her coat to reveal a sheer golden cocktail dress underneath.   The dress was so sheer that you could see her naked form quite clearly underneath it. Her nipples were hard and long and they poked out at her dress. All eyes were riveted on her – especially the fiery red lips of her shaven cunt that stood out like a beacon shining through her dress.  "I'm currently in a state of Estrus." Jenna continued. "This is the original dosage that I used in my experiment. I am a bitch in heat and this is the optimum day of the Estrus cycle. I need to be fucked. Fucked hard and long by everyone and anyone who wants to. Fuck me like the bitch in heat that I am." There was a wild commotion as men rushed up on to the stage as she slowly pulled the dress off her and seductively squeezed her breasts.  "Oh.." She cooed into the microphone, "I brought some samples of the tablets for the women that are interested." There was another wild commotion... s u p e r n a t u r a l       It was around the midnight hour on a hot summer night when I began to feel restless. I would feel small, cold gusts of wind, but it was rather unusual even for a fast moving ceiling fan. I would hear strange voices in the night, unlike any voice I heard, along with a chuckle that was almost menacing.   At first I thought it was just in my head, but it eventually carried on for days. Eventually I was awaken by a touch and a kiss on my forehead. It wouldn't be my parents because I lock my door at night. I opened my eyes and saw a shadowy creature with glowing red eyes and dangerous claws. I was about to scream, but he covered my mouth to prevent any sound coming out.   "Shh. Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you, much. If you scream, I'll ravage you senselessly and give you something to scream about. Is that clear?"   I nod and whimper in reply. He eventually removes his hand, and transforms into a more human looking appearance, still keeping his eyes red, and has now only one voice instead of multiple voices. I then ask him my questions.   "Who...What are you?"   "I'm just merely an incubus, nothing more"   "Why are you here? How did you get into my room?"   "I'm an entity beyond that of being normal. I was also summoned by your presence.""What presence?"   "You're repressed, my dear. And knowing that you're a virgin is what drew me closer to you, my pet. I would enjoy having you and being your first."   He would then strip me of my button up pajamas, then of my black bra and panties. I was now left bare in front of him and growing red from the embarrassment. This made him utter a chuckle.   "How adorable. Please, there's no need to be shy, this will change by the time I'm done with you."   I felt cold gusts from the fan on my nipples as he began to kiss my up from my stomach to my lips. He began to indulge in my mouth, his tongue showing dominance.   I tried resisting, and moved my mouth away, but he cupped my face to look back at him. I kept my lips close, but he bit my bottom lip to seek entrance in my mouth again. He began moving down my body by nipping at my earlobe, to my neck, to my collarbone making hickeys, and made his way to my breasts.   "Pl-Please, stop! I don't want this!" I stammered.   "Your body seems to be telling me otherwise." He replied as he was about to take my right nipple into his warm, wet cavern.   He started by kissing and then swirling his tongue around the nipple. He then suckled on it and bit it gently, causing me to let out a whimper. He began giving the other nipple the same attention, while using his fingers on both nipples. I tried resisting, but his hands acted quick to pin my arms down as he continued to move his mouth down my inexperienced body.     He eventually made his way to my virgin entrance and stared into it. I began to turn an even darker shade of red in embarrassment of the way he was staring. He then used his long tongue to lick from the base down up, and rolled the tip of his tongue around my clit.   "Ah-ha, Oh~!!" I moaned, then causing him to chuckle at the response.   He eventually let go of one arm to insert his finger in my entrance, and I use my free hand to muffle my moans. He inserts one finger, curls it inside and sees my juices gushing out, causing me to whimper louder.   "God, you're tight!" He points out. He then inserts another and scissors my walls inside, pumps them further and faster.   He continues to suck on my clit while pumping and curling my fingers and moaning into my entrance. He continues to do this until I climax. He climbed up my body to kiss me to taste myself. He took a hold of my hips, then positioned himself between my legs and positioned his member at my entrance.   He then began rubbing his cock through the lips of my pussy to where the tip repeatedly hit my clit, coating his cock in my juices. I began to get scared, because he was rather big. My eyes were remaining closed due to the pleasure and fear I was feeling, and he forced himself into me, causing me to moan and scream.   "Oh god, you're so fucking tight!" He groaned in my right ear, as he covered my mouth to hide the scream.   He started off slow as my walls began to clamp on his hard, throbbing cock. He eventually set a rhythm and began to speed up. My moans would then get louder and out of pace. He would chuckle at the sight of me, a virgin now indulging in sex with an incubus. He would then reposition me to where my left leg was over his right shoulder, and his cock would go in deeper and hit my lips harder.   The sounds of sex was then flooding my room as my bed creaked and he rocked my body back and forth. His balls would hit my ass with a loud smacking sound repeatedly, and increasing the speed of his thrusting.   He then switched positions with me where my elbows were on the floor and my hips, ass and pussy were still on the bed presented to him. He then thrusted back into my cunt, and growled as he entered back into my warmth. He then explained to me that this was to quiet the springs in my bed.   My cunt was getting wetter as he continued his animalistic fucking. My tongue was now sticking out of my mouth as I moaned, he then giggled at the sight that I'm being fucked like a crazed sex kitten. This guy didn't want stay in one position for too long though. He handed me a pillow for my head and told me to turn around.   He began fucking me upside down, my breasts were bouncing like crazy, the sounds of his balls hitting me drove me to the brink of insanity. He eventually slowed down, but the thrusts were more powerful than the last and the sounds were getting louder.   I was getting close to the brink of climax. He then pulled me up on top of him to ride his cock, he told me to move back and forth. My back was to him and his hands were on my ass and hair to pull me down further on his cock, I could feel the head hit my g-spot over and over again.   His left hand went to fondle my breast and pinch and turn the nipple, causing me to wince at the new pleasure. He then turned me around and sat up so his mouth can suckle on my breasts, his left hand on my back, his right on my left hip, to get me to start bouncing up on down. I came on his cock while this was happening, and saw my juices drip down onto his balls.   He would then lean forward slightly, so I was off balance and started thrusting hard and there was now a wetter sound to when his balls would hit my ass. He would then quickly and forcefully take his cock out of me and fuck my doggie style. Then came a loud, harsh, spank to my ass which excited me. He giggled and continued to spank my until I was marked red. His balls began hitting my pussy. My breasts also were swaying back and forth in rhythm of his forceful fucking.   He then pulled me up by my neck in a soft and gentle motion. He stood up and pulled me to the mirror to watch what he was doing and to see my face. I took notice of how his cock kept disappearing into my pussy and how he pulled it in and out quicker now. His hand now back to my nipples, his teeth bitting on my shoulder to draw to blood.   I eventually came while watching him thrust into my cunt. He then bent me forward, I had to place my hands on the wall and mirror and mouth, he then forcefully grabbed my hips and thrusted harder into my g-spot to try to bring me to multiple orgasms in front of myself.   "My, what a dirty little whore I've turned you into." He said in a menacing and condescending tone. "You're my little sex kitten, no one else's."   He took my sex crazed body back to my bed, and came back with my black panties and two belts. He gagged my mouth with my panties and used the belts to tie my wrists to the bedposts. He sat behind me grabbed my thighs to pin them down on the bed beside his legs and widen my entrance and began to fuck me even more senseless than before. He bit my ear and told me,   "I'm going to fill you up with my cum, there's no getting out of it. Understand?" I nodded in reply. "Good, you're the perfect one to plant my demon seed into." With this, he continued to thrust harshly into me until he came into my awaiting pussy.   It felt like a major load he was dumping into me and I came for the last time that night. He groaned and chuckled as he finished releasing into me. He then untied my wrists and pulled the panties out of my mouth and kissed me. I then climbed on top of him so my cunt would grind against his cock.   For a goodbye gift, I put my mouth around his cock to clean my juices off of him. I eventually got to the base of his cock and nearly gagged on him, then took my mouth to his balls to clean him. He kissed me again before leaving me alone surrounded with my lust driven body. I then fingered myself for his load and licked it from the tip of my fingers, thinking to myself,   "God, I hope he'll came back". c o n s e n s u a l     I will never forget the day that I finally got to meet Charles. I had found his blog on Tumblr, which was all about the abuse and degradation of women, but that's what drew me to it. Reading over the page though, I could see a difference between his twisted stories and the way he spoke to women who sent him messages. He was respectful and helpful, which was a breath of fresh air compared to similar blogs. Eventually I got the courage to message him, and a relationship evolved.  Over time, Charles and I got to know each other very well. I learned that he was a business man who ran his blog to escape from daily life, and I told him all about my college experiences and how I wanted to be a teacher.   I also shared my most intimate thoughts and desires with him, which luckily he shared as well. As time went on, Charles learned all about my desires to be abused, choked and beaten, and used like a common whore, not for my pleasure, but for his. As the days went on, and our discussions grew more and more intense, I finally asked him a big question. "Why don't you come visit me in North Carolina?" He was quick to agree, stating that he had business there in a couple of months, and would love to finally meet me. We discussed when he would be coming and what kind of fun things we could do, finally and agreed to meet at a hotel in Raleigh. He made the reservation and put me down as his guest so I could be there waiting for him when he arrived.  I had shown up earlier that day, and gotten myself settled in, ordering a bottle of wine and two glasses for when he arrived. I was dressed in a form fitting skirt which showed the curve of my hips nicely and stopped just above the knee, and a dark brown buttoned shirt.   I had taken a lot of time to get my makeup just right, and I left my blonde hair down but tucked back behind my ears. I wanted to look sophisticated but slutty, and looking at myself in the mirror, I was quite happy with the way I looked!   We had discussed all kinds of dark and twisted things that I desperately wanted him to do to me when we met, but I assumed that the first night we would take things easy. I never could have imagined how wrong I was. When I got his text saying that he was downstairs, my heart started beating. In a few minutes I would be meeting the man I had grown so close too, who knew everything about me, and all of my darkest, dirtiest secrets.   As I set there, wondering if I should have the wine poured and waiting, I heard a knock on the door. This was it! I crossed the room as quickly as I could in a skirt and high heels, and opened the door to see Charles's smiling face. He was even more handsome than he looked in his photos, with broad shoulders, dark brown hair and hazel eyes which could make a girl fall in love.  "It is so nice to finally meet you Alex, I've waited a long time for this!" I was still trying to find the right words to say when his hand wrapped tightly around my throat. Gasping for air, I clawed at his forearm, trying feebly to escape as he pushed me into the room. Holding me at arm's length with his hand still around my throat, Charles looked all around the room that he had paid for, before finally looking at me. He looked up and down my body and finally at my face which was starting to turn blue as I slowly slipped towards unconsciousness.  "We are going to have some fun, you and I. You look lovely by the way. It's a shame I'll be ripping those clothes off of you. If you were smart, you would have seen this coming you stupid little slut." I don't know how long I was unconscious. I woke up in pain as I felt Charles's hand slapping against my body. My face was stinging on both sides from where he must have slapped me first, and I could feel I was gagged and blindfolded, unable to see where the next blow would land.   I didn't have to wait long until I felt him slap my 34C tits, first one, and then the other. As I cried out in pain, I heard him laugh as he gripped both of my pierced nipples tightly, twisting them hard and ripping another scream from behind the ball gag. "So good of you to finally wake up, you were out for a while, which gave me plenty of time to set everything up." As I listened to his words, trembling in fear of another attack, I realized that my hands and feet were both bound, and I was completely naked, with my body laying spread eagle, completely exposed.   I felt my skin flush red, realizing that Charles could see every inch of my bare flesh. "Don't worry Alex, the safe words and gestures we established before are still in effect, so you can stop any time you need. But I know how eager my little slut is..."  With those words my world exploded in pain as something rough cracked against my exposed pussy. I screamed in agony and tears rushed down my face, barely able to register what was happening before the whip cracked against my vulnerable lips again and again.   Charles continued to whip my pussy for what seemed like hours, as I screamed and cried, yanking desperately against the ropes around my wrists as my body tried to escape the pain. Through it all though, my mind was racing, realizing how incredibly wet I was, and how much I needed more abuse. Just as I was on the verge of passing out again, the whipping stopped. For a few silent moments, I didn't know what was happening. All I could hear in the room was my own pitiful sobs and my body tried to acclimate to the fire that was burning in my cunt. In as much pain as I was, I didn't notice when Charles climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my outspread thighs until I felt his flesh bump against mine.  "I thought about this moment a lot Alex, but I never imagined how beautiful you would look with your face covered in tears like that."  He didn't give me time to comprehend his words before I felt the head of his cock brushing against my raw clit. I could tell he was stroking himself while running his meat up and down my slit. I was embarrassed by how soaked I was from being beaten, but I also desperately wanted him to fuck me. I needed his cock more than anything in the world, but he wasn't satisfied yet.  With one hand he pulled the ball gag from my mouth, while sliding two fingers into my sopping wet cunt. He then ran his fingers across my lips, taunting me in the process. "Did you enjoy being beaten my little slut? Do you taste how turned on your body is from the pain of my toys? Don't bother answering, we both know the truth. But I do want you to open your mouth Alex. Open your mouth and beg me to fuck you." I couldn't stop myself from what came out of my mouth, and in hindsight, I don't think I wanted to stop myself from saying it. "Please Sir! Please fuck my worthless cunt, I need your cock inside of me, please fuck me until you cum!" Charles started fucking me before I was finished begging, his cock slid into my pussy with one stroke, burying himself in me. I had never felt a cock like this before, his girth pressed hard against my insides, stretching me out painfully.   Without bothering to give me time to get used to his size, he started fucking me furiously, pounding into me like the gifs I had always seen on his blog. He didn't care about me or my pleasure. I was nothing more than a wet hole for him and I loved every second of it. Despite being bound, I did my best to rock my body down meeting his every thrust, feeling my orgasm build up.   As I came, I screamed his name, begging him not to stop using my cunt, and he didn't. He continued to drive into me, eliciting a scream with every thrust until finally I felt his body tense up against me. As he drove himself deep into my pussy, I could feel every strand of cum burst out of him, pushing me over the edge into a mind shattering orgasm. I woke up several hours later, unbound and covered up with Charles sleeping with his arm curled around me. Rolling over in his arms, I kissed him on the forehead. As his eyes opened, I smiled at him and kissed his lips for the first time. "It's nice to meet you too Charles. I've waited a very long time for this!" i n c e s t     Hello, I'm Gus and I'm addicted to sex and beer. Well, I wouldn't consider them addictions persay. More like my two favorite pastimes. And to be honest, I prefer both at the same time. Pussy isn't the same without drinking a few ice cold beers first.  Unfortunately I've been in a pussy dry spell for a few months now. My favorite working girl, Lola, left town a couple months ago and I've been too depressed to look for anyone new. She knew just how I liked it: young, innocent, messy, and pussy-to-ass. Being a hooker, Lola was obviously the opposite of innocent, but she would always wear pigtails and feign knowledge of sex. "Mister, what are you doing? Why are you touching me there?" It drove me wild! I've been mostly sitting at home alone masturbating to schoolgirl porn and drinking beer since she left. I got a call from my stuck up sister-in-law. She needed me to watch her daughter while she was in the hospital getting a medical procedure done next week. Probably a butt lift knowing her. I begrudgingly agreed to watch her daughter, but as soon as I hung up, I passed out and forgot all about it. About a week later, there was a knock at the door. I answered it to find that it was raining outside. Standing on my porch was a teenage girl dressed in jeans, an oversized t-shirt, flip-flops, and...pigtails! She was soaking wet and carrying a duffle bag. I thought, "This must be my lucky day! Maybe Lola sent me one of her friends as as gift." As I stood there drinking in the sight and licking my lips, the girl said awkwardly, "Uncle Gus? It's me, Lucy. My mom said I could stay with you while she's in the hospital." Oh man, I'd completely forgotten!  I ushered her in the door. "Of course, of course! Just a momentary lapse in memory!" I said. As she stepped into the house, she crinkled her nose and clutched her bag tighter. I looked around and saw my house from her perspective: blinds drawn, and beer cans and porn boxes littering the floor. And I was far from wholesome looking: 50 years old with a stubbly face, wearing a wife beater top, and I hadn't showered in at least a couple days. I could see how she'd feel uncomfortable, but it was too late; she was already inside. I took her bag and gestured for her to sit on the couch. Lucy was the epitome of innocence: petite and pale, maybe 5-foot and 100 pounds. She was pretty, but awkward. From what I remember her as a child, she didn't have many friends. Her jeans and t-shirt were conservative and juvenile. The more I stared at her, the more aroused I felt. I hadn't felt this way in months, so it was nice to know I still had a normal sexual appetite. We chatted on the couch for 10 minutes. She was a senior in high school, just turned 18, and her mom was in the hospital getting a tummy tuck. My guess was close! I told her I was between jobs and feeling a little sorry for myself. Lucy wasn't sympathetic because she was feeling sorry for herself too: her mom was a nightmare, she had no friends or boyfriend to speak of, and her applications had been rejected by two colleges already. We were quite the pathetic pair. As we were chatting, a lightbulb went off in my head. I could pretend to be the fun, understanding uncle and act like I'm helping her out. When in reality, I'll be helping myself into her pants. The more I thought about it, the better the idea became. I mentally devised a 4-step plan. Step 1: get her drunk. "Lucy, I know a way we can both feel better. Beer."  She said, "I don't know Uncle Gus, my mom is very strict about me not drinking. What if she finds out?" "Your mom won't know. She asked me to watch you, so she must trust me."  As Lucy pondered my proposal, I grabbed two beer cans and cracked them both with lightning speed. I handed her one and started chugging the other. Lucy watched with interest then decided it would be fine. She tried chugging like me, but ended up choking and sputtering. "The key is to relax the throat," I told her. She tried again and downed the whole beer. She's a quick learner, I thought devilishly.  After we'd each had 5 beers, she said, "Uncle Gus, I feel great! Why haven't I tried beer sooner?! You're such a cool uncle. We should do something crazy! Like go swimming in the rain." With that, I knew it was time to implement step 2: fun uncle.  "Lucy, I have an even better idea; let's turn this whole room into our own slip-n-slide!" She knit her eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"  "I mean I'll cover the whole floor with a tarp, then we can slip around on it like one of the slip-n-slide amusement parks. And instead of water, we'll use something else. I think I have some baby oil around somewhere. It'll be way better than swimming in the rain!"  "Oh my God, that will be so cool! My mom would never let me do that in our house. But I just remembered that didn't bring a swimsuit."  "That's okay. I don't have one either. We can just go in our undies. It's casual around here," I said. She seemed convinced.  So I set up the tarp and began pouring baby oil all over. I had plenty leftover from my messy fuckfests with Lola. Lucy reluctantly stripped down to her bra and panties. They were simple cotton with little flowers on them. The whole scene was so tempting, I almost jumped her right then. But I had to play my cards right, so that she didn't tattle to mom. So I did my best to keep the bulge under wraps. I myself stripped down to my boxers.  I sat down in the recliner and told her, "Go ahead and try it!" So she took a running start and slid across the floor. "OMG, this is so fun!" She took another few slides while I watched. "Uncle Gus, this oil is saturating through my underwear and making a mess."  "Well go ahead and take them off. I don't mind. Here, I'll do the same." With that, we were both naked. I still sat there while she spun and slid around like a child. As much as I tried keeping the bulge at bay, he wanted to come out and play. Lucy's toned, nubile teenage body was glistening with oil. She had perfect size-C tits with perky little nipples, and not much pubic hair naturally, just a small downy mohawk. With all the beer and the naked 18-year-old girl writhing around in front of me, my head was swimming with dirty thoughts. My dick sprang to attention and starting throbbing. Lucy said, "Uncle Gus, come on down here and slide with me. It's so much fun!" She must be so innocent that she doesn't know about hard-ons because mine was VERY obvious at this point. She stood up, grabbed my hand, and started pulling me towards the tarp.  "I need to get greased up before I start. Can I have some of your oil?" I asked slyly. She nodded, so I pulled her towards me sitting in the chair. "Okay rub some of your oil on me." So she started using her hands to rub oil on my calves and shoulders. "No no, like this." I grabbed her and smeared the front of her body on my chest. She understood, so started rubbing her body up and down mine. "Yeah, thanks! I'll be ready for the slip-n-slide soon."  I couldn't believe this naive little hottie was rubbing her body up and down mine without even knowing what she was doing. It felt so good. Every time her tits rubbed against my cock, I felt another pang of passion. If she kept this up, I'd blow my load early.  Step 3: messy pussy fucking. "Great work, Lucy! Now let's play a game. It's kind of like riding on a horse, and it feels really good." So I grabbed her thighs and pulled her up onto my lap in a straddle facing me. She smiled at me waiting for the game to begin. I sunk my hands into her juicy ass cheeks and began sliding her pussy lips up and down my cock. "Uncle Gus! What are you doing?! Is this sex? Are you trying to have sex with me?!" Lucy exclaimed. "No Lucy! I would never! I'm your uncle. I'm just trying to feel good. Doesn't this feel good? Have you ever had an orgasm?" She shook her head sheepishly. "Well, you don't want to leave for college without knowing what an orgasm feels like, do you?"  She pondered and said, "You're right, this does feel good. And I would like to have an orgasm. Thanks for your help, Uncle!" Whew, that was a close one. So I kept grinding. She started breathing harder and began to help with the sliding. Her tits bounced in my face, so latched onto one and started sucking. She threw her head back and moaned. I circled and slurped and sucked with all my might. She was panting and moaning.  While she was occupied, I "accidentally" let my dick lower a little bit and while she was grinding, she skewered herself on my shaft. She let out a small cry and looked at me confused. So I kept sucking her tits and slowly starting moving in and out of her. She was super tight, but the baby oil she smeared from her tits to my dick was perfect lube and I was making progress. By the fourth pump, I was all the way in. Lucy looked uncertain, but with the beer, tit sucking, and lube, she relaxed quickly. Oh man, I was fucking her! I was fucking my petite teenage niece. She was way tighter than Lola. After Lucy relaxed, she started pumping her legs to help. I looked down watching my shiny shaft go in and out of her tiny little pussy.  After a few minutes of bliss, Lucy started pumping faster. "Oh my God, my crotch is tingling. It feels so good! I think maybe I'm about to orgasm. ...Yes... Oh my god...More...More...This is it!" She pumped her body up and down furiously while I suckled her nipple. And with that, she orgasmed harder than any girl I'd ever fucked. She closed her eyes and shook and screamed for 30 seconds. After she was done, she basically fell off my lap onto the tarp.  I still hadn't come yet. I prefer to come in the ass. Step 4: ass fucking "Uncle Gus, what happened? Did I orgasm? That was the best thing that's ever happened to me!" While Lucy was rambling on about orgasms, I subtly flipped her over and put her on her all-fours. This scenario was better than any porn: doggy style ass fucking with a virgin. I rubbed my hands on the tarp to get more lube and rubbed it on my cock. Then I started innocently rubbing her back, slowly getting lower, eventually rubbing between her ass cheeks, all while Lucy wasn't paying attention. When both of us were lubed up enough, I slowly and subtly began pressing my cock into her asshole. It wasn't until I was halfway in that Lucy even noticed. She stopped talking, whipped her head around, and looked questioningly at me. Well, it was now or never, so I shoved my cock all the way in. She squealed and tried to squirm away, but I held her hips tight. I said, "Shhh, shhh, little Lucy. Uncle Gus hasn't felt good yet. It's not fair, is it?" So she stopped struggling. I eased my dick gently into her ass a few more times, then when she seemed used to the idea, I started driving it in harder and faster. It was a tightness that I had never experienced before. Lucy's ass was swallowing me up! She started getting into it and pushing back against my hips. I reached around and played with her dangling tits. She grunted and moaned. I found her clit with one hand and began massaging it. Lola had made me an expert in clit stimulation.  Lucy became wild with arousal again. She screamed and pushed hard back into my hand. I knew we were both getting close to coming. I watched my glistening dick pump in and out of her virgin ass. "Uncle is going to orgasm soon. Can you clench a little for me? Oh my God, yes!" I started pumping harder and faster, slapping her backside with my balls. "You're doing so good little Lucy! ...Yessssss!!" And I buried my come deep in her ass. At the same time, Lucy screamed "Oh my God!" and bucked and shuddered while dissolving into another intense orgasm. Then both of us collapsed into a heap on the floor.  After a few minutes of recovery, Lucy said, "Thanks Uncle Gus! Now that I've orgasmed, I feel more prepared for college. Now I know what to expect when a guy takes my virginity."  I looked at her puzzling at what she meant. Oh man, she didn't know that I just had sex with her. Maybe she'll have figured it out by the end of our week together. And by then I'll definitely be over Lola. See? Nothing is better than sex and beer. b d s m ( i )     This is not a nice story.  There are two ways it can be told. The short way, and the slightly longer way.  A hand over a mouth, a dark place underground, wide eyes, naked skin, sex, begging, spanking, kicking, shouting, sweat, even -- yes -- blood. There: the short way.  If you want to come quickly, scroll down a while and start there. After all, for all of you, a story is all this will ever be; you'll never be able to experience what we did. That's ours. But if you're in the mood to take a few minutes, if you want the true, fucked up, physical story of how the darkest fantasies can become reality, it starts now.  Let me rewind a few months. Two figures stand on a dimly-lit platform. Two little birds in the night sky that circle and disappear. The only sparks of color are the orange train times on the screens, and the lit end of a cigarette held by one of the figures; the smaller one.  Or was it a cigarette? The smell of cannabis drifts down the platform. He turns and squints down the darkness at the small figure.  It was the girl. He had seen her several times before. He'd thought she'd been smoking weed last time, as well. But he hadn't been totally sure. On a fucking train platform, what a stupid place to smoke. She could get high all she wanted in the privacy of her own home, but doing it there was just asking to get caught.   Always in the same big jacket, with the same big back-pack. The same bare legs- wait. No. She was wearing stockings. She had a thin black line down the back of each leg, and he could make out a possible black ring of lace around the tops of her thighs. They didn't match the rest of her outfit. Had she been wearing them last time? No, it definitely wasn't a cigarette. He walked towards her down the platform. She was listening to headphones and smoking, oblivious to his presence. Now he was closer, he could also see that it was too long to be a cigarette.  Her expression was vacant, like her mind was in the sky. Her face was tilted to the side. It was a pretty face. Her hair was tied back, and he could see the pale curve of her neck in the dark light.  She didn't notice him approaching.  Although she would have recognized him if she had. The man on the penultimate train. Slightly unshaven, always in a shirt, messy-ish hair, looked her in the eyes instead of up and down. She knew him. He had potentially had noticed her smoking weed, which she had made a mental note of. Something about the way he looked at her made her uncomfortable. His eyes. He was good-looking but there was something cold about him.  Waiting for the train was the first opportunity for her to get high after a long fucking day at work.  She always packed her clothes for the night out afterwards in her backpack, and changed into them as soon as the shift was finished. Most of the time it finished too late for her to go out anyway. There was no point spending money at a club that she'd only get to spend a couple of hours in, and no point turning up to a party where everyone was already a good five hours drunker than her.  She thought she wasn't innocent. She wasn't eighteen, like he had guessed she was. She was twenty-one, and in her opinion those two years had made a big difference.  She liked to think she was pretty sexually experienced. She'd tried all that bondage stuff before. She had lain there, desperately trying to think herself into orgasm, making sure not to tug on the badly-tied fabric around her wrists for fear of pulling it loose, imagining a scene from a film or a teacher or a manager at work, but finding even those boring. 'And all the only good ones,' she'd tell a friend in a resigned, world-weary tone, 'All the ones who know how to fuck a girl, well, they're all fucking dicks.' There it was. The paradox. The ones who'd get a bit drunk and rough, pulling her hair or throwing her down on the bed, making her heart beat with excitement; they were the ones who treated her like shit.  She'd just been through a break-up, and had decided at twenty-one that men were a lost cause. She had decided to "get to know herself" and was trying to avoid meaningless sex. It wasn't going well.  'Put your hands round my neck!' She'd scream at the latest failed rebound inside her head, while they thrust away fruitlessly. 'Please, just call me a slut or something! Jesus, at least blindfold me so I can pretend you're that guy who-' 'Put it out.' She could see the man on the platform's lips moving but couldn't hear him. The headphones were playing music too loudly. She stared at him blankly. 'Put it out.' She blinked.  'What?!' She asked, her voice loud over the music. She grabbed the wire on her headphones and yanked them out of her ears.  'Put it out.' She suddenly recognized him. It was the man who'd noticed noticed her getting high. Shit. She dropped the half-smoked spliff to the ground. The ground was damp. It hissed.  'That's a fucking stupid thing to be doing,' he said. She looked him up and down. 'Are you undercover?' She asked, stuffing her hands in her pockets and glaring. He considered the question, one eyebrow raised.  'What're you going to do, run away?' He said.  He saw under the oversized coat she was wearing a tiny black dress. And yes, definitely stockings. She had a small bruise on her thigh. She noticed him noticing. She looked to the side. 'Take off your backpack.' He told her. Her face changed. 'Why? You're going to search me? I don't have anything on me, look man, it's just been a long day at work.' He stared at her expectantly.  She reluctantly took off the backpack, offering it to him. He shook his head and motioned to the ground. She put it on the floor, looking nervous and confused. Her heart was beating fast. She knew her weed was in her bra, not her bag. She wondered whether she should ask him to see his badge. 'Turn around.'  He said it so assertively and matter-of-factly that she obediently began to turn around.  She realized what she was doing. 'Wait, what?'  'Turn the fuck around.' His voice was low and precise in the darkness behind her. 'Now.' A deep, warm, nervous feeling raced through her. For some reason, she stayed facing away from him. She stood completely still.  'Put your hands on the top of the bench.' She closed her eyes while she did it. Thoughts raced through her head. What's he going to do, what's he going to do, what's he going to do... Of course she knew. He left her waiting for a good few seconds. When his hand met the cheek of her ass the only sound she made was a small gasp. Another few seconds passed before she came back to reality. She whirled around, staring up at him accusingly. 'You're not a fucking policeman!' She said, outraged. He couldn't help it. He started laughing. The train pulled up of the night in a rush of light and noise. Her eyes met his for an instant before she turned and ran onto it, leaving her bag on the platform floor next to him. Once she was on the train she hurried down the deserted carriages, to get out of sight quicker. She had known he wasn't an undercover policeman from the moment he'd sworn at her. Something in his voice had changed. Something had changed in both of them in that moment. And that last look. His eyes, his expression... he had stared at her like he was in slow motion, like in a scene from a film, like it was the last look she'd ever get...  So now the two versions of our story had begun to combine, for a brief moment, at least: like the spark of something strange that flickers only in the silent minutes before the second-last train.  The next few months involved him asking certain people for certain rather delicate favors, a bit of thinking, and a lot of reading. For her, they involved very little. Shifts at work, a bit of shit sex, and a lot of frustrated nights alone in her flat.  She had started smoking weed in public recklessly, like she was uncatchable. And, she had had a weird dream, that made her worry for a few days, before she finally gave in and locked herself in the bathroom at work and closed her eyes tight and allowed herself to think about it as hard as she wanted for a few minutes... This is where the story starts to get less nice. She had been fired from that place. She never took the penultimate train home anymore.  But he knew where to find her.  A few facts that can change lives:  She kept a diary. She believed this diary to be at a friends' house. It was at this house that she had stayed the night after the platform incident, not wanting to be alone. She never mentioned the event to her friend, or to anyone. That day, she suddenly stopped writing her diary. It had mostly been full of boring stuff, facts she thought she'd forget one day, little drawings, strange dreams, sexual fantasies that seemed too private and weird for Microsoft Word. But she suddenly lost the desire to write it the day she met him. Even in her unconscious, it was like he was filling a gap. Is it ironic that the loss of her diary led to the loss of her life, or at least, her freedom?  A few facts that give you someone's life: Her diaries were in the bag. She had not left her bag with her friend. It had stayed forgotten on the platform, next to him. How could she have forgotten such a central part of the story?  So tonight, he knew what bus she'd be waiting for. All her stories had become his. Her worst fears, her truths, her childhood, her postcode. And she has absolutely no idea, and did not work it out until much later. This part of the story takes place underground, somewhere where nobody can hear you, before she got to know him at all. She is tied up. Arms pulled behind her. Her wrists in the small of her back. Rope pressing her arms into her body. He can control her movement with how much slack he gives to the rope in his hand, the other end of which is knotted around her wrist. She is on her knees. Her legs are tied together and bent under her. A rope hangs between her ankles and her wrists, making attempts to stand futile. She is kneeling down in front of a shallow container of water. The container only needed to be shallow. It was surprisingly easy to thrust her face down and press her face into the floor. It was only a few inches between air and drowning. He wasn't going to kill her. But he knew she didn't know that. He needed her to be tired, and he needed her to respect him. He was stronger than her, but not by enough to keep her down if she really wanted to fight him. Before he did anything, he had to humiliate her, and a face in water every time she got nasty was efficient enough. He had said nothing to her yet. She had been allowed to say whatever she wanted. She was saying all kinds of things. He had heard most of them before. 'Who are you?' She sobbed. 'Why are you doing this?' It was like a dream she had had. She had been the victim of some kind of interrogation, a captured spy. The man in her dream had slammed her face into the water but she had refused to give away her secrets. It was just like that. Except in reality, it was her who was asking for answers. Before this point in the story, she had made a promise.  He had met her at the bus stop. She was smoking again. He had not come with any rope, any chloroform.  She looked down, and up, waiting for him to speak. She tried to look like she wasn't interested. But she couldn't believe he was here again, right in front of her. 'You'd do whatever I fucking wanted.'  He said it almost laughingly, in a quiet tone, as if surprised him. 'W-what?' She stuttered. She felt blood rushing to her cheeks. She shifted nervously from foot to foot, and he had the same urge to look anywhere but at him, as if he would see right into her if she did.  'You're a fucking little slut.' He sounded more sure of himself now. His voice was lower, harsher, more derisive. 'I could do whatever I wanted to you.' Her heart was pumping. This was exactly like something she had written in her diary. A guy at a bus stop... she looked down. She was wearing her peach-coloured underwear. Like in the story she'd written. Did he know that?  She looked around desperately for someone. Another human would have put the whole thing in context. She would have been able to tell him to fuck off, or laugh right back at him, or even hit him.  It was like a nightmare, but she had never felt more electrified.  'Which one is it?' Despite her efforts, her voice was little more than a whisper. 'What?' He replied, not understanding. Suddenly, she made herself look him straight in the eye. Despite the intensity of the moment, she was relieved to see that he looked like she remembered. Or was it how she imagined? His eyes were that same colour. 'You said I'd do whatever you wanted.' She said. Her small face was earnest even though her voice was shaky. 'Then you said you could do anything you wanted to me. That's not the same. Which one is it?' For a moment his face showed an unidentifiable expression.  'You're cleverer than you look.' He said. A half smile flickered across his lips, and then disappeared. 'It's the latter.' She looked confused. 'The second one.' He explained.  She considered.  'If it's that one, then it's up to you then really, isn't it?' She said. That was it. Fourteen syllables. Is that enough to justify what happened after? Well, who said a sonnet is fourteen lines? Who can really say what justifies a fantasy? So here she was. The wet-haired girl in front of him was spluttering and gasping. Her front was soaked. He could see goose bumps on her smooth skin. That small bruise on her leg was forgotten. She closed her eyes. She was exhausted.  She had said stop in a hundred ways, but had never once said she took it back. She was his to do with as he pleased. He untied her and let her recover for a while, her limbs spasming as life returned to them. He pulled her clothes off. She gazed up at him, relieved the water had stopped. She had not properly feared for her life, but the sensation of water up her nose had been pretty horrible. She felt almost drunk.  'Take off your clothes.' He said. By now she was almost relieved to get out of them. They were heavy and cold, and her aching limbs struggled to get them off. By the time she got down to her underwear she was shaking, but some of her strength had returned. 'Fuck you.' She muttered. She had called him every name under the sun, but now mainly stuck with the conventional ones. 'You're a fucking psycho.' 'Take them off.' She realized it was the first time she would be naked in front of him. He was still fully clothed. She glanced up at him for an instant. How old was he? What did he do when he wasn't abducting girls from bus-stops and making their nightmares come true? He came over to her. She flinched. She was still in a pile on the floor, her sodden clothes strewn around her. He ran his fingers lightly along the rope-marks on her arms. She shivered, in a different way to the cold. Softly, he reached around her and unhooked her bra. He pulled it off her arms, then pushed her gently onto her back and pulled down her knickers, following his hands with his mouth, not touching her but just so she could feel the breath on her skin. She moved her feet to allow him to take her pants off. She hoped momentarily that he didn't look too closely at them: him thinking she'd been wet would have been the ultimate embarrassment at that moment. She began to blush again.  Then she kicked him in the face as hard as she could. There was a moment of utter stillness. She could have sprinted to the door, but she just sat and stared at what she'd done. The door would have been locked anyway. He staggered to his feet. A small, bright bit of blood showed on the side of his mouth.  'Oh kiddo.' He said, smiling a smile that made her suddenly feel very nervous. 'You shouldn't have done that.' 'I'm sorry.' She said, edging away across the floor. 'I didn't mean to.' Her eyes were incredibly wide, and her lower lip was trembling. She suddenly looked very naked. He stared down at her. And noticed her right hand edging towards the leg of the chair in the corner. 'I won't do it again.' She said weakly.  'You're right on that one.' He predicted it before she did it this time. When she grabbed the leg of the chair and slid it as hard as she could across the floor towards him, he knocked it out of the way easily. 'Alright, you little whore.' He said. 'Enough of playtime.' He dragged her to her feet and pushed her up against the wall. She struggled violently. He pulled a plastic tie out of his pocket and tried to loop it around her wrists, pulling her arms behind her back again. She squirmed and cried out, feeling his body pressing her into the wall. It was the first time she had felt so much of him against her. Did he have an erection? She jerked her wrists away, trying to escape the looped plastic. Roughly, he pulled her around, keeping her arms pinned together behind her back. He shoved a loose black hood over her head and managed to get the tie tight around her wrist. She made small angry noises but was either too weak or too aroused to stop him.  He slapped her squarely in the face. The hood stopped her from seeing it coming. The noises stopped. He pushed her away from him, turning her around. She stumbled backwards, up against the wall. She stood there nervously, moving her head around blindly in the blackness of the hood. She took a few tentative steps to the left and he grabbed her bound wrists and dragged her back against him. His cock was hard, she could feel it. He grabbed her neck with one hand and ran his hand roughly up and down her naked body with the other. Her skin glowed as she arched and struggled under his touch. He moved his hand down to her pussy and stuck two fingers roughly inside her. 'I bet you're used to guys treating you like a fucking princess.' He hissed into her ear. She gasped. She couldn't help it. He pressed against her g-spot hard, and she gave a desperate small moan. 'There we go.' He muttered. 'You're a fucking little slut. You've always wanted a guy to own your ass. Tell me I fucking own you.' She moaned again. He tried to stick a finger in her ass. 'Stop!' She shrieked, but he'd already stopped.  'Who'd have thought.' He laughed. 'Miss hardcore-drug-taker is scared of taking it up the arse.' She was silent. 'Ha. We'll save that for later.' He laughed.  He stopped finger-fucking her and bent her over roughly. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his dick. He rubbed the tip of it against her wet opening, grabbing her arse with both hands. She pushed back against him, trying to get him inside her. 'Tell me I own you.' He said. She was on her tiptoes, pressing herself back against him. 'Youfuckingownme!'  'That'll do for now.' He thrust inside her, filling her completely. She cried out. He was bigger than she was used to. But one thrust was all she got. 'Alright.' He said. 'Now back to that chair that you liked so much.' He ripped the hood off her head, and grabbed her by the hair, making her eyes water. He pulled her over to the chair, setting it on its feet. He said down and in one swift movement pulled her over his knee. 'Noooooo!' She was pleading, not demanding. 'Oh, I think so.' 'What are you going to do?!' 'Come on, baby. You're not that dumb.' Her naked body was spread helplessly over his knee, hands still tied behind her back, ass completely exposed.  'You can't!' 'Now.' He said. 'Is it a good idea to be telling me what I can and can't do right now?' 'Fuck you!' He put his hand on her ass. He didn't hit her, just touched her skin. She suddenly went completely still and rigid.  b d s m ( ii )   'It hurts more if you tense up.' He said. 'Your loss.' He started spanking her hard, one hand on the small of her back to keep her in place.  'Nooooo!' 'For fuck's sake. I can see I'm going to have to gag you.' He picked her underwear up off the floor. He rubbed it between her legs, then reached down and thrust it into her protesting mouth. 'If that comes out, you're fucking dead.' He began spanking her again, even harder. She started kicking after only a couple of minutes. 'You've got a shit pain tolerance for someone with so many Marquis de Sade-worthy fantasies.' He said. 'What the fuck!' She said through the beginning of tears. She had spat out the underwear. 'What are you fucking talking about?!' 'And a shit vocabulary for someone who studies English.' He said. 'You fucking swear more than I do!' 'Aw, is it not fair?' He said patronizingly. 'Is it not fair that you're over my knee, getting spanked like a naughty little girl?' Before she had time to reply he had thrown her off his lap onto the floor. She collapsed onto it in a painful pile. He grabbed the underwear and walked over to her.  Her eyes were smudged with make-up. A strand of her hair was plastered to her sweaty cheek. He reached down and grabbed her face hard. He shoved the underwear in her face. 'I know this is very hard for you to understand, since you're clearly far more fucking retarded than previously assumed, but I told you to keep these in. In fact, I threatened to kill you if you didn't. We'll assume I was being metaphorical just this once, you dumb slut.' He let go of her. She opened her mouth expectantly. 'No, you've lost your chance.' He said. 'You're getting something else in that stupid mouth of yours. Clearly it's good for fuck-all else.' He grabbed the back of her head and shoved his dick deep into her mouth. He pressed it hard into the back of her throat, making her choke and her eyes water.  'Look up at me while you choke on my fucking cock.' She gazed up at him, the picture of humiliation. He spat down into her eye.  Momentarily blinded, she gagged violently as he thrust his dick even further into her mouth. He fucked her face roughly. Then he noticed her hand. It was between her legs. 'What is wrong with you?!' He slapped her face, hard. 'Do you not understand what's going on here? I can see we have a lot to go through. But that's enough for today. Don't want you getting too excited. It's not even Stockholm Syndrome. You're just a fucking little whore.' He grabbed her by the neck, pulling her to her feet. He pushed her up against the wall. Her feet dangled above the floor. Within a matter of seconds, her vision began to splinter into blackness and she could feel herself slipping into darkness.  'Please!' She tried to shout, but only a small croak came out. When she came to, she was already tied up.  She was on a bare mattress on the floor, with no cover. Her arms and legs were stretched out into the four corners. He had made her put on a white shirt, like a piece of school uniform. It had two front pockets, and into these he had put two small vibrating bullets. The tight shirt pressed them against her nipples. The skirt he had put her in was up around her waist from her squirming. Her pussy was completely exposed; her legs stretched wide open, completely vulnerable. 'I might come back and fuck you later. Try and think about what you've learnt today. Bye, you little idiot.' He began to leave. 'Please don't leave me!' She cried. He hesitated. 'How old are you?' He asked. 'It was the one thing I couldn't figure out.' He could almost hear her thinking. 'I'm, um, fifteen.' She said in a tiny, innocent voice. 'Hah'. He shook his head, smiling. 'You are so full of shit.' Just as he closed the door he heard the shout. 'I'm twenty-one! But that doesn't make this legal!'  She lay in the dark, breathing deeply. The sound of his footsteps faded. All she could hear was her own breath and the buzz of the vibrators against her aroused nipples. She remembered his look at her over his shoulder as he left, a half-smile. Like the smile a conspirator would smile, a partner in crime.  Her arms and legs had already begun to wait. She wondered desperately how long she would be waiting for him. She started to imagine the tortures he would subject her to, he could keep her there forever if he wanted... Who knows.  Maybe it was a nice story after all. s u p e r n a t u r a l   Elizabeth ran through the streets, her skirts swishing, giving away her location. The streetlights were out; there was no one to see her, no one to hear her scream. The footsteps behind her were drawing nearer. She could hear nothing over the frantic beating of her heart. She rounded the corner of the alleyway and screamed.   He was there, waiting for her, she turned to run but his reflexes were too quick for her, she felt his claws wrap around her wrist. The blood trickling from the cuts they made. He brought her wrist to his mouth and tongued the blood off.   "Can't waste any now, can we?" he rasped.   She tried to scream, but her throat was too dry, he pinned her to the wall and she was too weak to resist. He swept the escaped strands of hair away from her neck, leaving it bared for him.   He smiled, flashing his fangs at her. His eyes turning to that eerie crimson red as she saw his fangs elongate to enable him to sink the sharp points into her. He pinned her shoulders to the wall and forced his thigh between hers, trapping her well and truly.   Tears of fear she had thought long run out began to silently trickle down her face, her eyes silently sending out one last plea for mercy. She did not want to die.   His smile grew wicked and he ran his eyes over her body again, she grew hot under his stare, she would rather die than be defiled. She felt his hand creep up and massage the inside of her thigh before slipping inside her.   "Ahh," he sighed, "A virgin, you'll fetch a good price."   As her pulse quickened it seemed to draw his attention back to her neck, where the beat was visible.   She looked up to the stars, they had betrayed her, shining no light for her to see to escape. The moon hung, a pale shadow, as if ashamed it had not helped her plight.   She felt a sharp pain at her neck as he finally sank his fangs into her. Elizabeth gasped as an unexpected heat flowed through her body. She began to grow weak as he sucked her life force out of her. Her vision clouded and she slumped in his embrace.   ~~~~~~   When Elizabeth woke she found herself tied naked to the wall. Her arms were chained above her head, pushing her breasts up, and her legs were tied apart to rings in the ground spreading her open as if for inspection.   She heard murmurings as the stage she was on suddenly illuminated, apparently to show her off to the waiting men.   Dozens of red eyes glowed at her from seats as the vampires took their fill of her body. A vampire appeared next to her and announced to the crowd.   "Lot 2669 kindred, a natural redhead, with an hourglass figure, she's small and should be easy to control. With the added bonus of being a virgin for those of you out there hunting mates, or maybe sport."   A slow rumble of amusement ran though the crowd as several of them surged forwards to get a better look.   "As usual the elders have first choice so I invite them up here to take a look and investigate this new acquisition. We have small samples of her blood for those of you who like to try before you buy."   Elizabeth watched through blurry eyes as about twenty males ascended the stage. All of them grabbed samples of her blood that had been drawn from her body earlier. She watched as they tasted it, some of their eyes dulled a little and they left the stage, a few had eyes that did not change but three of the vampires had eyes that flared gold for just a second when they tasted her blood.   They were the first to come and stand closer to her. Finally the remaining vampires either joined them or left the stage. After a few minutes there were only seven vampires left on the stage.   The auctioneer stood next to her again. "Now kindred you are invited to touch this beauty, see what you think to the texture of her skin, the temperature, the pulse beneath."   One by one the vampires filled up and ran their hands over her cheek and the curve of her waist, every time she tried to turn away from their touch, to avoid those questing hands but it was useless. A further two left the stage.   Elizabeth felt the pierce of a needle in the muscle of her neck and watched as a slow smile spread over the vampires still stood by her.   "In a moment the aphrodisiac will kick in kindred and you will be able to scent her, see if you feel you are compatible."   "You evil parasites! What the hell are you doing to me, please just let me go!" she moaned as a wave of heat washed over her, making her pussy contract around air. She felt dampness between her legs and as the vampires inhaled she watched their reactions again, hoping all would hate her and she would be freed.   All their eyes glowed brighter as they breathed in her scent, and the auctioneer invited them to touch her breasts to see if they approved.   The first vampire stepped up and ran his hands over her breasts then sneered and left the stage. The second ran his hands over her and then squeezed them gently, causing an involuntary moan. The third did the same and was rewarded with the same reaction. The fourth vampire ran his fingers over her areolas and then viciously pinched them causing her to jerk and scream.   There were now three vampires left.   The auctioneer invited them to sit as he flashed the initial price over her head. £5,000.   "A fairly cheap starting place kindred, do I hear 10?"   All three nodded.   "15,"   "20"   "40"   When the bid rose to £70,000 the mean vampire dropped out. That left two more.   One was a brunette, lean muscular build, with eyes that flickered grey every few seconds. The other was blonde, built like a god, with rock hard muscles, and eyes that flickered to an icy blue.   "Kindred there are two of you left, equal in years, you may now continue to bid or you may fight for her, the winner will take her home."   "He will not!" Elizabeth yelled indignantly.   She was ignored.   The vampires opted to fight it out and she watched them circle each other.   ~~~~~~   Will hadn't planned on coming to the auctions tonight, he wasn't looking for a two second bunny, he had been searching for his mate.   As he walked past the door he caught the scent of aroused vampire, and stuck his head round the door to see why they were so fussed. The girl tied up was indeed a fine piece of work.   He was going to turn back and leave when her scent carried across the room to him. It was his mate! And some other vampire had caught her and sold her to the auction house.   His eyes turned a dull red with anger as he made his way to the front of the crowd.   "Lot 2669 kindred, a natural redhead, with an hourglass figure, she's small and should be easy to control. With the added bonus of being a virgin for those of you out there hunting mates, or maybe sport."   He growled angrily, no one but he was going home with her tonight, he didn't care if it cost him everything he owned and placed him in debt she was his.   "As usual the elders have first choice so I invite them up here to take a look and investigate this new acquisition. We have small samples of her blood for those of you who like to try before you buy."   Will was among twenty of the elders that got up to take a chance of claiming her.   He picked up a vile of her blood and inhaled its unique scent, then tasted it. It took all his self-control not to moan out loud, her blood was like ambrosia itself.   "Now kindred you are invited to touch this beauty, see what you think to the texture of her skin, the temperature, the pulse beneath."   He was one of the first to touch her. Her skin was smoother than silk, slightly cool to the touch, he could hear her heart pounding with fear as she tried to avoid his touch.   "In a moment the aphrodisiac will kick in kindred and you will be able to scent her, see if you feel you are compatible."   Will dug his claws into his palms, almost drawing blood as he struggled to fight the instinct that screamed possession.   "You evil parasites! What the hell are you doing to me, please just let me go!" she moaned.   A stab of pity ran through him as he watched her futile struggle against a drug that had been tried and tested for centuries. Then as a wave of her arousal washed over him hunger for her body writhing beneath him replaced every other thought.   There was only himself and three others now. He watched as Derik left the stage. He softly palmed her breast wondering at the softness of it before withdrawing as she moaned. Then watched James do the same thing and heard her moan for him too. He had to prevent himself from decking Charles when he saw him hurt her.   The auctioneer invited them to sit as he flashed the initial price over her head. £5,000.   "A fairly cheap starting place kindred, do I hear 10?"   Will nodded, as did the other two.   "15," They all nodded.   "20" They all nodded again.   "40" Charles hesitated before nodding like the other two.   When the bid rose to £70,000 Charles dropped out and left the stage. That Will and James. Both their reactions had appeared to be the same, could they both have the same mate? Never! Never share!   "Kindred there are two of you left, equal in years, you may now continue to bid or you may fight for her, the winner will take her home."   "He will not!" Elizabeth yelled indignantly.   Will loved her spirit, he only hoped he wouldn't break it when he broke her in.   They opted to fight it out and began to circle each other.   ~~~~~~   Elizabeth watched as Blonde struck first, lethal claws inches from Brunette's neck, Brunette countered and caught Blonde's stomach. Thick black blood seeped onto the floor.   Brunette caught the Blonde with a vicious upper cut to the chest at the same moment that the Blonde managed to slice Brunette's thigh to the bone.   The fight continued, both of them coming off injuries before the Blonde finally conceded. The Brunette accepted the victory without a smile. The auctioneer decapitated the Blonde, apparently because he lost, though the Brunette didn't look happy about it.   "Lot 2669, property of William Taylor." The auctioneer declared.   Elizabeth watched as the Brunette, William Taylor approached her. He smiled softly at her. She felt the cuffs holding her open as he undid the locks telepathically. The feeling came back in a rush and she slumped into his arms as her legs gave way.   "Please," she whispered. "May I have your cloak? I don't want to be paraded." Her eyes were lowered to the floor submissively.   She felt a top and a pair of jeans cover her body as he took her small hand into his larger one to lead her away.   A pair of trainers appeared on her feet and he led her through twisting, turning alleys before finally reaching a beautiful Victorian house.   Once they were inside he closed and locked the door and turned to face her. She saw a deep longing in his eyes before he turned from her and led her down some stairs into a basement.   The basement door swung shut behind them and she found herself in a room that seemed to contain little more than a massive four-poster bed.   She felt his presence move from in front of her to directly behind, though her eyes could not perceive him move. His hands landed lightly on her shoulders and he gently massaged her shoulders, before turning her around and placing a gentle kiss upon her lips.   That gentle kiss had her moaning as the aphrodisiac from earlier stirred and came to life.   He moaned back and took her mouth in a fiercer kiss, bringing one hand up to massage her breast through her top while the other secured her waist, preventing her from moving back.   He slipped the hand under the top and captured her nipple in his fingertips, teasing it until it felt like a little pebble, and then lavished attention on the other.   He dissolved her clothes away again and took his with them. Now she could feel exactly how much he wanted her. He kissed her more passionately before nibbling a path down to her neck, where he nipped her lightly with his fangs. Though not enough to draw blood.   He felt her stiffen and smelled her fear return.   "Are you going to kill me?" she asked quietly.   "No love," he assured her, "I'm going to give you immortality and love you forever."   Before she could respond to that he dipped his head down and took her nipple into his mouth, pinning it in place between his fangs as he flicked it with his tongue and her body turned to jelly.   One hand attended the other nipple while the other stole down to run through her pubic hair before finding her clit.   She jumped and moaned as his fingers came into contact with her treasure. He pushed her back onto the bed, her back arching up to keep her nipple in his mouth.   He pulled back and she felt the loss immediately before he laved his way down her body, stopping at her belly button then continuing on until it reached her pussy. Once there he growled as her scent filled his nostrils and latched onto her clit as if it was his lifeline.   Elizabeth gasped at the intensity of the feeling as he circled, sucked and licked her clit with that clever tongue. His moans vibrated through her and in no time at all she experienced her first orgasm. The world exploded in a shower of stars as she fought for breath, her hip bucking, begging incoherently for him to fill her.   He slid back up her body as the afterwaves were leaving her and with no warning sunk his fangs into her neck, drinking a little of her blood. She screamed as his fangs pierced her flesh before they released a hormone that triggered off a second orgasm.   She bucked and ground against him as he drank his fill. Then he closed the wound as was kissing her again. The coppery taste of her own blood was on his tongue. Then his blood filled her mouth as he cut his tongue on his fang.   She tried not to swallow it but too much welled up. With his mouth on hers there was only one way to get it out of her mouth, so she swallowed the blood, grimacing at the fiery aftertaste.   He smiled and praised her and she felt an absurd sense of achievement and a girlish impulse to smile and giggle with pleasure at having pleased him.   He trailed down to her sex and she moaned again, "No, I beg you, I don't have another in me,"   He ignored her.   Then quite suddenly she felt his tongue inside her opening, thrusting as if mimicking a more personal act.   She cried out in pain as his tongue pierced her hymen. He drank the blood it released and she heard him roar through his own orgasm as she passed out.   When she woke she was nestled in his arms, she felt relaxed. She shifted slightly and her buttocks collided with his massive erection.   She turned to look at him. His handsome face bore a smile as her hands tentatively explored his chest. She gingerly touched his penis, noticing the way it throbbed. The thing must be about nine inches long, and at least two or three inches thick!   He moaned as she ran her fingers over it, fascinated. He couldn't take any more and rolled her so that he lay nestled in between her thighs. She sighed as his weight settled on top of her.   His hand tested her entrance gingerly, surprised to find her wet with anticipation as he kissed her deeply.   He circled her clit with the head of his penis, teasing her every now and then by pausing at the entrance as if to enter her before moving away again. She moaned and thrashed, wanting to be filled for the first time in her life.   "Invite me in." he said quietly.   She froze as curiosity took over, "I though that was if you wanted to enter someone's house," she said breathlessly.   He chuckled, "Tales often get details wrong,"   She opened her mouth again, but he caught it in a kiss that sent her moaning, wanting him with a need that verged on desperation.   "Invite me in," he repeated.   Elizabeth looked deep into his eyes, seeing a love shining there that she had never seen a mortal show, feeling an answering love begin swelling in her own chest.   She let her legs fall open and managed to whisper out, "Please, fill me."   He thrust into her with one sure movement and then held there, allowing her to stretch around him, seeing the bliss on her face as her muscles tightened around him, drawing him in deeper.   He withdrew and then pushed in again and heard her sigh softly. His control was slipping and soon he pistoned in and out of her quick enough to steal her breath. He played with her clit as he felt his own orgasm welling up.   They burst over the pinnacle together and he stayed buried deep inside her until the shudders had ceased for both of them and then took her mouth in another gentle kiss.   "Welcome to eternity," he whispered to her. c o n s e n s u a l       I limped into the locker room and looked around for Bob. It was the middle of practice but I had tweaked my groin on a hurdle and Coach had sent me inside to get it worked on by the trainer. I didn't complain too much. All the girls on the track team whispered about Bob when no one was around he was fresh out of college and gorgeous. He wasn't cute like the boys in my senior class, he was a man with a smile that could make anyone tingle. I didn't care that he was years older than my 18. I popped my head into the training room but I didn't see him. I called out his name and spun only to find him standing right behind me holding a stack of towels. I jumped and he reached out to steady me. I could feel the skin on my arms tingling where his hands had grabbed me. "I... uh... need a massage." I stammered out and immediately realized how that sounded. My face flushed red and I looked down at my feet. Bob just chuckled as I explained, "Coach sent me in here for one. I strained my groin on a hurdle." He slid past me into the training room and set the towels down on one of the tables.  "Hop up." He waved a hand at the massage table. I limped over and tried to slide on. I got about halfway onto the table when harm hands gripped my waist and suddenly I was on my back on the center of the table. I looked up at his face, which assessed me with a cool intensity. I had never been bothered by it before but my running spandex and sports bra suddenly seemed like inadequate barriers between my body and his piercing gaze.  I quickly explained what I had been doing and what the pain had felt like and which side was feeling sore. He took it all in making a few notes on a clipboard and then set it down and turned to face me again. "Alright," he started rubbing his hands together. "I'm gonna start with some stretches and we can see what your mobility is like and then we can go from there." I nodded, suddenly very nervous.  Bob's hands grabbed my calf and thigh and slowly pulled my knee upwards to my chest saying, "Tell me if it begins to hurt." I nodded again. My thigh was pressed into my stomach and all I felt was a mild tension which although uncomfortable couldn't be construed as pain.   He nodded as I explained and then returned my leg to an upright position so that my stomach and thigh, and my thigh and shin both created 90 degree angles. He pulled my knee sideways and I blushed as I opened my hips to his gaze. He got about 20 degree before I felt pain and I yelped "Ouch!". Bob slowly moved my leg back down to the table. "Looks like you strained your adductor muscles," he explained to her. "I can rub you down and then we'll ice today to keep down the swelling and we can reassess tomorrow. Sound good?"  "Sounds great!"  His hands started at my knee and worked their way upwards. I realized with a start that his hands were moving closer and closer to my pussy. It was hard to feel embarrassed about that though because his hands were working magic on my thigh. He was halfway between my knee when his hands slowed to a stop and were resting on my thigh.   "The pain was a little higher," I mumble and then add without thinking "and more inside my thigh." I could feel blood rush to my cheeks as I realized what that sounded like but Bob's face didn't even alter. He simply nodded and slid his fingers lower between my legs. I felt my legs part just slightly at the touch. I closed my eyes reveling in the pleasure of the massage but his hands came to a stop again and I urged him "Higher." He didn't argue, simply did as I instructed until his hands were on top of my spandex.   I knew that meant he was only a couple inches away from my pussy and it was confirmed when his hand brushed up against my mound. I looked up and his business like expression had cracked just a little. I thought he looked rather embarrassed by the accidental brush. I should have been embarrassed too, but for some reason his touch had only made my pussy tingle. He pulled his hands away abruptly and spun to grab his clipboard.  "That's good for now." He handed me an ice pack without making eye contact and I settled it into place biting back a moan at the coldness pressed intimately against me. He rushed out of the room then and I closed my eyes to wait.  By myself, I began to feel a little bit of embarrassment as well. Bob was a professional and only doing his job. It wasn't his fault I was getting turned on by his touch. I felt properly embarrassed of my feelings by the time he returned in 15 minutes.  "Take off the ice now," he instructed from the doorway and I did tossing it across the room. He looked torn, and I waited for him to speak. Finally he blurted out, "Do you want some icy hot?" I must have looked confused because he added as an explanation, "It will soothe your muscles, and it feels nice." I nodded without thought. I didn't know how many more nice feelings I could take but I couldn't seem to forgo the opportunity to have his hands on me again. He squeezed a dollop of the gel onto his fingers and then massaged my inner thigh where it wasn't covered by my spandex shorts. His hands felt startlingly hot on my cold skin and without thinking I spoke. "A little higher," and then shyly, "Remember?" He pulled the hem of shorts away from my skin and slid his other hand underneath. He rubbed in circles that slowly got larger until I felt his fingertips brush the edge of my thong, my body jumped automatically and I cursed myself when his hands pulled away. I could see his adam's apple bob and Bob rushed away telling me to rest my leg overnight. I slid off the table onto wobbly legs and wondered what the hell was wrong with me.  The next day at practice I suited up, but Coach said I couldn't practice unless Bob cleared me. I was torn between shame and excitement as the locker room cleared out leaving Bob and me alone again. I hopped up onto the table, my leg was feeling significantly better at that point. This time I was wearing my rundies, running underwear, instead of my spandex shorts. I told myself it was because it was a warm day and not because I wanted Bob to see me in them, but I knew that it was a weak lie.  Bob went through the stretching again, and I had more flexibility than I had the day before, but it still wasn't 100 percent. While he massaged my thigh, I asked him about his family (two brothers), his age (25), his wife (none), his girlfriend (none). I knew I wasn't being subtle exactly, but I also didn't really care. It was harmless. When he handed me the ice pack this time, he stayed in the room and we chatted. He was doing paperwork at his desk, but every once in a while I would catch him dart a glance at my body then turn back to his work. I was thrilled, I knew enough about men to be able to tell when one was checking me out. When I handed back the icepack after 15 minutes, I didn't wait for him to offer before asking for icy hot.  "Do you want to put it on yourself?" He asked an almost undetectable tremor in his voice. "I like the way you massage it in." His adam's apple bobbed once, twice. I grinned. I guessed even a high school senior like me could make him nervous. He rubbed it in where he had previously and I let my head fall back and appreciate the tingling sensations, on my thigh and in the pit of my stomach. He pressed a little to hard and my hips jerked to the side as he hit a tender spot. Unfortunately, his hand slipped and he wiped a large glob of icy hot onto the side of my pussy. We both froze, staring at each other with panic. Then I felt it, a slow tingle building to a monumental burn. He'd gotten icy hot on pussy. My eyes widened and I choked out a small squeak.  "Get it off!" I cried, waving my hands in a blind panic. It hurt like the devil. The stinging went way beyond any pleasurable tingle of arousal. He ran to the sink and covered a towel in water. I came to my senses enough to realize that the icy hot was mostly on top of my rundies and I managed to pull them down over my ass to mid thigh by the time Bob had spun back around.   He hesitated for a second and then looked at my pleading face and rushed over. He pulled my rundies off my legs completely and tossed them aside. He bent over and gently ran the warm, wet towel down the crack of my pussy. He grabbed a clean part of the towel and did it again wiping from the center outwards.   His eyes were glued to his task and I realized after a minute that the burning had subsided to a pleasant tingle. Bob's eyes were glazed and his wipes were slower and more deliberate at that point. I should have told him to stop but I didn't.  One swipe brushed against my clit and I moaned. The sound seemed to break Bob from his reverie and his face flushed with the realization of what he had been doing. I grabbed his wrist, not letting him pull away. He looked up at me with panic. "Thank you," I said wanting to reassure him, "I just panicked." He nodded. He pulled his hand away and walked away giving me time to walk quickly to my locker and get out a clean pair of running shorts. I joined the team, telling Coach that Bob had said I could only do a light workout. Thankfully no one seemed to notice that I had changed clothes. The weekend meant that I didn't have practice for 2 whole days. What was normally a welcome reprieve suddenly felt like a never ending torment. I couldn't wait for practice on Monday. Monday morning, I shaved my pussy put on some makeup and sat through all my classes daydreaming about Bob's warm, talented hands.  I faked a limp in front of Coach, and he ordered me to do a checkup with Bob before practice. I tried to hide my grin and busied myself with braiding my hair as I waited for the locker room to clear out. Bob was very clearly nervous about what had happened the previous day.  "I don't know what I would have done without you," I murmured up at him, stroking his bicep as he stretched my leg. My flexibility was back at 100 percent and he put my leg back down on the table gently. "You're looking good I think you can go ahead and do a full workout today, as long as you're aware of your adductors." I pouted realizing that he was trying to get out of touching me anymore than he had to.  "No massage?"  "I don't think you need one." He wouldn't make eye contact with me.  "What if I want one?" I asked and his eyes jerked up to meet mine. I smiled coyly and ran a hand down my taut stomach and trailed my fingers along the crease where my thigh met my hips. "I'm a little sore right here." His adam's apple bobbed, a sight I was learning to love. His hands worked magic and I let myself enjoy the massage, moaning low when he hit a good spot. His hands moved up higher and higher, until even though he massaging my thigh still his pinky was rubbing against my pussy. I didn't bother holding back anything.   I sighed and whispered "Oh God's" and "hmm". I knew that we were both aware of what was happening and so I encouraged him where I could. I held myself perfectly still, trying not to spook him but I couldn't keep my hips from twitching forward occasionally trying to find the source of the pleasure I was feeling. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, but Bob wouldn't actually touch my pussy. Something fell off the benches in the locker and Bob stepped away quickly. My hand replaced his and it only took a few strokes of my pussy before I was shuddering through an orgasm on the table. Bob's eyes were glued to my hand between my legs and when my orgasm subsided, I hopped off the table and sauntered away satisfied. I knew then that Bob wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I practiced normally for the rest of the week smiling at Bob whenever I saw him. I wanted to give him time to think about what had happened, I wanted him to miss me, to dream about me, to think about me. I wanted him to be ready for me. At the end of the week Coach cancelled practice early and as I left the locker room, I saw Bob sitting in the training room going through papers. I walked all the way out to my car and then pretended I had left my chem book in my locker. I shooed my friends on and went back to the locker room. It was blissfully empty.   I dropped my bag on the floor and strode into the training room closing the door behind me. Bob turned to look up at me startled. Neither of us said a word as I locked the door and closed all of the blinds until we were well an truly alone. Even if someone came back to the locker room, they wouldn't be able to see us. "How's your leg doing?" He said, finally breaking the silence. I hopped up onto the table and spread my legs as wide as I could and dangled my feet over the side. "Good thanks to you." His mouth gaped open as his eyes dropped down to where my pussy strained agains the spandex. "I was thinking though that maybe you could massage it just in case. I don't want it to get stiff over the weekend." I lingered over the word stiff. We both knew that the massage was just a flimsy pretense, but he still hesitated.   He nodded silently and trailed his hand from my knee to hip and repeated. He massaged from my knee his hands barely pausing along the way as the raced up. He paused when he reached the top of my thigh and turned to look at me. I looked up at him and nodded, suddenly shyer than I had been a minute ago. That was all he needed. His palm cupped my mound and I arched my back at the pleasure of it. "I gave myself a massage last night," I whimpered as he rocked the heel of his palm against me. "I like it better when you do it." He held down my hip in one of his big hands and let his other brush up and down the side of my pussy. His other rubbed up and down my pussy making me shiver. I knew that he was in total control of my body, and I liked it. "How's this?" he croaked pressing down on her clit. My moan of pleasure was as good of a response as any and repeated himself. "I wanna see you," he whispered. Before I could blink my spandex were on the floor. I didn't even have time to feel embarrassed.   His hands were back on me in a second, pulling my pussy lips apart and baring me to his hungry gaze. His eyes blazed and then his finger was inside me, stroking me and teasing me until I was wordless. He pulled his hand away and then I was even more full, he added another finger and his thumb brushed against my clit making me jerk.  "Oh fuck," I moaned. "Okay," he promised. I giggled. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Before I could get there, he pulled his hands away. My mind scrambled to make sense of my sudden emptiness and he pulled the straps of my sports bra down my arms exposing my breasts to the world. I shimmied my arms the rest of the way out and he leaned over licking one nipple then the other.   I reached out and unzipped his pants trying to wrestle them off his hips he chuckled at my failed efforts and pulled them down, he stepped out of them on climbed onto the table still licking and sucking on my breasts. His boxer tented obscenely and I reached inside. His cock was hard, but still somehow soft to the touch and ran my fingers along it marveling at the way it felt in my hand. He jumped off the table, whipped off his boxers and then jumped back on. Then he was kissing me, and he laying on top of me touching every part of my body. I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach and his hands in my hair. I felt breathless. Bob pulled away from me and looked down between his bodies.   His cock was in his hand and he was aiming it at my pussy. He slid into me in one thrust burying his cock in my pussy. His cock felt so different from my dildo at home, warmer and better and then he pulled out and thrust back in and all comparisons fell away. This was something completely new.  "Again," I begged. He complied. We didn't say anything while we fucked. There was no need. I was floating and then I felt his teeth close around my nipple pulling me back down to earth and I came, smothering my cries against his t-shirt. His hips sped up to fervor. With a cry of "Oh fuck!" he pulled out of me and fisted his cock spurting stream after stream of cum onto my stomach. I watched it pool in my belly button and then looked up at him. He sat back on his heels and stared at me. I could barely catch my breath and my body was still humming with pleasure. I stared back at him and smiled. He didn't smile. He reached out splayed his hands across my abs. His hands rubbed in circles, like he was rubbing his cum into my skin. He slid them up and massaged my breasts.  I grabbed one of his hands and brought it to my mouth pulling him forward. I sucked each of his fingers into my mouth and licked his palm clean. His eyes were rapt, and I loved that I could make him lose control like that. His cum didn't taste good, but it didn't taste bad either I decided. "I should clean you up," he said, his tone implying that he didn't exactly want to. He rolled off the table anyways and wet a towel in the sink. He cleaned my pussy tenderly and the warmth of the towel felt soothing to my swollen lips. He wiped the cum out of my belly button which I was grateful for, but when he lifted the towel to wipe the rapidly drying cum off my boobs I stopped him. "No, leave it." He didn't ask questions and I was glad because I had no idea why I liked the idea of his cum staying on my skin. I pulled my sports bra back on and found my spandex on the floor. He was buttoning up his pants when I leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss was gentle and our tongues tangled lazily against each other before I pulled away.  "See you on Monday," I called over my shoulder as I unlocked the door and left. He nodded at me a grin creeping across his face. "I look forward to it." i n c e s t ( i )     At 18 years old you think you can take on the world; that you're immortal. Usually something happens that, in no uncertain terms, tells you that you're wrong. A broken bone, or a near-death experience in a car, or... ...or your Mom suddenly dying. One moment she was with us and life was good, and the next she was being rushed to the hospital. Soon after she was dead, the victim of a brain hemorrhage. The doctor said it could have happened to anyone. But it wasn't just anyone...it was Mom! My Mommy... Dad took us back home after we left the hospital. It was just him and his two daughters now...well, stepdaughters. He had met Mom 11 years ago, when Stacy and I (I'm Robyn) were just 5 and 7, and they had married almost 2 years later. We didn't remember our biological dad (BioDad, as Mom used to call him), who took off before Stacy was born. In our minds Cal was our Dad. It took a while for all of us to get to sleep that first night. I just lay in bed, tossing and turning. Finally, it was 1 AM and I had to pee. As I left my room I could sense someone was in the kitchen. My eyes adjusted to the light and I could see Dad shuffling about in there. "Dad?" I called. He turned to me and seemed to pause. I moved closer. As I did so I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. And a moment later I realized he also wasn't wearing pants...or underwear! "Ack!" I gurgled, averting my eyes. "Dad! What're you doing in here, naked?!" He didn't answer. "Dad?" I turned back to him, keeping my eyes on his face. He just stood there. "DAD!" I yelled. He dropped like a stone. As he hit the floor he started screaming and screaming, his limbs flailing. Stacy bolted out of her room, looking as terrified as I felt. I was about to call 9-1-1 when Dad stopped. Just...stopped. No movement, no noise. I leaned close and could hear him breathing slowly. He was asleep. He seemed to be okay so we covered him with a blanket and went back to our own beds, frightened and confused.   ~~~~~~   In the morning Dad asked if he had been sleepwalking last night, as he had woken up on the kitchen floor. We said he had, and told him what had happened. "I'm sorry girls," he said, looking extremely tired. "I used to do that when I was growing up; haven't done it in at least 15 years. Hopefully it won't happen again, but if it does please don't try to wake me. My doctor said that the shock could..." We waited. Dad looked sheepish. "I have a heart murmur. A shock like that and I could have a heart attack. Just leave me to wander about...maybe lightly direct me back to bed, but no loud noises or jolting, okay?" Stacy and I looked at each other. We could lose Dad too! We turned back to him and nodded. We would make sure he stayed safe.   ~~~~~~   We stayed home from school and Dad from work for a few days. When one of us would cry the other two would group hug so we could share strength. Dad hadn't sleepwalked since that first night. When the day of the funeral arrived we buried Mom and said our goodbyes. The rain made it seem like the whole world was crying, not just us. During the reception I decided to ask Gran, Dad's Mom, about his sleepwalking. "Oh dear, he's doing that again, is he?" she asked, looking around for Dad. I took her hand. "Gran, is it true that waking him up while he's sleepwalking could kill him?" She looked sad. "Yes, dear. I thought he grew out of it, but the recent loss of your Mom must have affected him deeply." She thought for a moment. "He'll need your help Robyn. Please do what you can for him." It seemed like she wanted to say something else, but instead she patted my hand and turned away.   ~~~~~~   That night I awoke to the sound of the kitchen chairs being moved around. I grabbed my bathrobe and went to see what was going on. Dad was in the kitchen again, as naked as before, moving the table and chairs into a new configuration. I realized as he pushed the end of the table against the wall that it made more space in the kitchen's dining area, but now there was only room for 3 chairs. Was his subconscious trying to adapt to the new family dynamic by doing this? When he was done I whispered that he should go to bed, and I gently steered him that way. He complied and then I did likewise.     ~~~~~~   Dad didn't sleepwalk for a couple of days, and then one night I awoke to find that I was not alone in my bed! I turned to see him sleeping next to me in the dim light coming through the window from the street lamp. He was just sleeping, not in that weird in-between state. He was, again, naked. He was on top of the covers and I was under them, so I just let him sleep there and returned to dreamland. In the morning he was gone. ~~~~~~     Dad, Stacy, and I returned to work and school, respectively. It was hard, but the familiarity of school made it easier as the day went on. Not so for Dad. He was already home when we got back after school. He said he broke down and cried during a meeting and had to come home. We hugged him and had a good cry together. ~~~~~~     In the early morning I woke up with "the itch". I decided to have a shower and take care of it while everyone else slept. As the warm water cascaded down my (if I don't say so myself) sexy teenaged body I played with my clit and dipped my fingers into my pussy as my other hand tweaked one of my nipples. Soon I was gasping and shaking as I came. It was a relief to experience some pleasure after the horrible week I'd had. I dried off, tied the towel above my boobs so it hung like a short dress on me, and then opened the bathroom door to let out some of the steam that was fogging up the mirror. That fogginess was why I didn't see Dad coming up from behind me until his arms were around me, one hand going to my left boob while the other slipped under the towel, sliding up my thigh towards my pussy. He started to kiss the back of my neck. "Oh!" I cried out in surprise, and then I mentally cursed myself. Despite this sudden crazy assault I realized that Dad must have been sleepwalking again, as he had never touched me in a sexual way; not ever. I needed to stop him, but not wake him up! Except...his hand was manipulating my clit by this point. My towel had fallen to the floor, and his other hand, unblocked, was now squeezing my boob. I was completely naked, with my likewise completely naked stepfather sexually assaulting me in his sleep!  "Daddeee..." I hissed. "Oh, Diane..." I heard him whisper, "I miss you baby." He thought I was Mom! What could I do? I felt something hard bump the bottom of one of my butt cheeks, and I jumped. That...was that his cock? Dad was actually pretty good with his hands. He was making my clit and boob feel really good. That, combined with the passionate kisses on the back of my neck, was starting to make the pleasurable feelings stronger than my fear. Throw water in his face? Call out for Stacy? All of those would probably wake him up. Oh, right... "Dad, go to bed," I said quietly but forcefully. In response Dad lowered his hips and I felt what was definitely his hard cock move under my butt and forward, the tip just about reaching its target. No, he mustn't! "Dad..." I started to repeat. Dad pushed my head forward over the sink, bending me over and giving him a better angle. I felt the tip of his cock nudge between my pussy lips. NO! I tried to move to the side but by this time he had transferred his hands to my hips, shoving my pelvis forward into the front of the sink and holding me fast. I felt his cock start to push into me slowly. "Daddeee, nooo..." I said, but not too loudly. My vagina was well lubricated from my shower masturbation; there was no pain as he pushed more of his cock inside me. In fact, I'm ashamed to say it but, it actually felt good! 'No, not good,' a voice somewhere in the back of my mind cried, 'this is bad!' Daddy pulled his cock out a bit and relief washed over me, but only for a moment before he pushed it back in harder, sinking it even deeper inside my hot, wet channel. I gasped at the sensation that I had only felt once before with a boy that had caught me in a weak moment a couple months back. That, however, had been with a condom, and this felt even better skin on skin! No condom...oh God...as Dad once again pulled back a bit and then thrust even deeper inside me I struggled to remember my monthly cycle. Why couldn't I think straight? Dad thrust a few more times, getting deeper and deeper inside my possibly fertile pussy each time. Finally, he was pressed against my butt cheeks and his cock was all the way inside. I felt so incredibly full! He moved his hands from my hips up to my breasts, squeezing and pinching. I really like playing with them when I masturbate...this additional pleasure didn't help the situation. Dad started to thrust into me, slowly at first. I was gasping, overwhelmed by the pleasurable stretching feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out while my boobs were being groped and my nipples tweaked. My mind, overwhelmed by pleasurable sensations, was no longer trying to work out how to stop this. Drool slipped out of the corner of my mouth. Dad was now thrusting harder, getting a good rhythm as my hips rebounded off of the sink and back into his next thrust. I felt it coming, a wave of energy rising like a tide from deep within my sex, growing with each thrust. 'No,' I said to myself, 'no, I can't cum on Daddy's cock...' The overwhelming sensations, combined with the thought of the forbidden thing Daddy was doing to me, set me off. I grunted, pushing back at his cock as it sawed into me, his thick shaft touching me where no one else ever had. "Aah!" I gasped, my pussy squeezing again and again as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over and through me. Finally, shaking, my orgasm subsided. Miraculously, Dad hadn't cum inside me while my pussy was massaging his cock, but his thrusts were getting faster, almost feverish in their intensity. I could think better now. I couldn't tell him he was fucking his own daughter, but... "Cam, honey," I said in what I hoped was close to Mom's voice, "pull out, okay?" Dad was really ramming it into me by this point. It was starting to feel good again. "Please, honey, pull out!" He was close...so close... I had another idea: "Let me suck you off!" Dad pulled out suddenly and turned me around. My legs, like spaghetti, couldn't hold me up so I fell to my knees. Dad's purple cock, which I could only describe as turgid, was right in my face. I quickly took it into my mouth, or at least as much as I could get in my mouth, which was a little over half. I sucked on it, tasting salt from a dribble of liquid which came out of the tip. I had never given a blowjob before, so I didn't know what to do besides suck. With a frustrated sound Dad grabbed my head and started to thrust into my mouth. I did my best not to choke as his cock hit the back of my throat repeatedly. Within a few seconds Dad grunted and a torrent of hot, thick liquid blasted into my mouth. Some of it went directly down my throat. Some spilled out from the sides of my mouth. Another spurt, this one smaller, splashed against the roof of my mouth, and then another. Finally, I pulled back and Dad's cock slipped from my mouth. The last spurt from his cock sprayed lazily on my boobs. A splash of pearly white spilled out of my mouth, down my front and onto the bathroom tile as I coughed, choking, trying to swallow the rest. Dad left the room. Within a few minutes I could stand again, though shakily. My entire torso was a sticky white mess, from my breasts down to my pubic hair. Ack! Dad's cum was soaking into my pubes! I had to get rid of it quick! I got back into the shower, blasting hot water on me and scrubbing hard to get that stuff off. When I was done I toweled off again, though this time I made sure to keep the door locked, and thought about what had happened. Dad had fucked me! But it wasn't actually Dad...he thought I was Mom. Is it rape when the rapist doesn't know he's raping? I didn't have an answer for that. What I did know was that Dad's sexual prowess had brought me to a shattering orgasm. What did that mean? I had never thought about Dad in a sexual manner before, but his intensity, the taboo aspect of what we had been doing, and that big cock... I didn't have an answer for that either. ~~~~~~     I was eating breakfast when Dad's voice sounded from behind me. "Hey, sweetie, how are you this morning?" I jumped. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to startle you, Robyn," he said, getting some oatmeal. I watched him as he got his breakfast ready, searching for any sign that what had happened earlier was purposeful rather than subconscious. He noticed me looking after a few minutes. "Everything okay?" he said, concerned. "Yeah," I said carefully, "just...sore." It was true; his cock had really stretched me. Dad came to the table with his prepared oatmeal. "Don't overdo it, honey. Too much exercise can be bad for you too." As he ate breakfast I excused myself and headed to school. ~~~~~~     Dad was actually in his early 30's. Mom had been older, almost 40, when she died. I thought about Dad, his smile, his hugs...trying to recall all the warm familial feelings as I sat in class. Then, unbidden, the feeling of him pressing me against the bathroom sink as he sawed his cock into me, making me cum, washed over me. My nipples instantly got hard and I could feel my pussy start to lubricate. I had trouble concentrating on my work. I crossed my legs, rubbing my thighs together, trying to scratch "the itch". Finally, I excused myself to the washroom where I quickly rubbed one out. ~~~~~~     When I got home Stacy and Dad were hugging on the couch, crying. They beckoned for me to join them. I hesitated, still remembering the last time Dad had touched me. Seeing the confusion on their faces, I took a breath and sat on the other side of Dad, hugging him. His arm came around my shoulders as he and Stacy continued to cry. His touch was warm and supportive; not at all sexual. If he wanted he could have moved his hand lower to my bum or slipped it around my back a little further to caress my breast and Stacy wouldn't have noticed. He did neither. This was the real Dad, the supportive, loving man who had come into our lives so long ago to raise children not his own. I relaxed against his chest. ~~~~~~     That night I awoke to a hand on my hip, pulling my butt back into the little spoon position. The big spoon, of course, was Dad, his hard cock nested between my butt cheeks and his hot breath on the back of my neck. Not again! I thought. Why hadn't I thought to wear clothes to bed? Dad's hand slipped between my thighs and his fingers started to caress my pussy lips and clit. In my post-sleep brain fog I realized that I had just been woken from a sexy dream where a man who looked a lot like Dad had been fucking me from behind, much like Dad had done that morning. My pussy was already wet, and once Dad noticed that he shifted his hips down, his cock slipping out from between my butt cheeks. I then felt the tip of it nudging between my pussy lips. I tried to move my body away but his hand had returned to my hip, holding me in place. I struggled to twist, to free myself. Dad grabbed my hip tightly and used it to leverage himself up onto his knees, trapping my lower leg under him. He grabbed my upper leg and pushed the knee high. He then returned his cock head to between my vaginal lips, pushing insistently. "Nooo..." I moaned. His cock slipped into me, the lubrication produced during my sex dream and the leverage this new position afforded him making it easy. I gasped as my stepdad's thick, hard penis once again entered my inexperienced love channel, stretching it to accommodate. I also again felt the first stirrings of forbidden pleasure. Dad pulled out a little - I knew better than to think he was pulling out this time - and then he pushed in again, this time hard, knocking the wind out of me. His cock rushed deep inside me, almost hurting as it stretched out the deepest parts of my vagina. Then, instead of pulling back for another thrust, he started to grind. This was new. Because the base of his cock was right against my pussy lips, as he rotated his hips his cock angled itself deep inside of me, its head and hard shaft caressing the walls of my pussy. It slid along my inner flesh, first to the right, then upward, to the left, and then down towards my butt, which also caused the base of his cock to apply pressure to my clit. It felt incredible! He did it again, swirling that hard dick and stirring up overwhelmingly pleasurable feelings deep inside me, where only he had touched. I was gasping. Something was approaching, like an oncoming train, deep inside my body, the tunnel it was traveling through vibrating harder, harder. And then I was cumming. I cried out in pleasure, my body shaking as my stepdad's incredible rotation technique gave me the greatest orgasm I'd ever experienced. Before that orgasm finished Dad started to thrust into me. My cum was extended by the unrelenting jackhammer that my Dad's cock became. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out before jamming it home. I could swear I could feel his babymaker hitting my cervix. Babymaker...cervix... Mom had gotten a hysterectomy so she wouldn't have any more kids before she had even met Dad. I'd never asked, but I was pretty sure that Dad was fully functional in that department, and my healthy young body definitely was!   After what happened that morning I had calculated out that today, while not the most fertile time of the month for me, was still a dangerous day in my cycle because sperm could live inside the female body for several days. I couldn't let him cum inside me! "Cam, honey," I called back to him. "let me suck you off." It worked again! Dad pulled out of me, leaving my vagina feeling suddenly, almost disappointingly, empty, and flopped onto his back next to me. I quickly rolled over, between his legs, and grabbed his cock. I had done some Internet research on blowjobs, just in case this ever happened again. Using what I had learned, I licked the head of his cock while jacking the shaft with my hand. After a bit of that I opened my mouth wide and engulfed as much of it as I could. I experienced a perverse feeling of pride as I heard Dad groan in pleasure. Research is one thing, but experience is another. While I had the know-how for a blowjob it seemed I wasn't very good at it. I couldn't get my mouth down Dad's cock very far before gagging, so half of his shaft was neglected. After a few minutes Dad made a frustrated sound and sat up. He hooked his arms under my armpits and pulled me forward, onto his lap. I could feel the hot, hard shaft of his cock under my pussy. "No..." I said, trying to get away. Dad pulled my head down and started to kiss me. I was so surprised I didn't even think to stop him. His tongue snaked into my mouth. Dad was a good kisser and I had never been kissed like that before. Soon I started to return the kisses. My body felt so hot! I felt one of Dad's hands move down between my legs. I felt the head of his cock once again nestled between my vaginal lips. We continued to kiss. My nipples were tingling. It felt good, so good. Dad's arms encircled me tightly. I felt so safe right then. He would never hurt me, I knew. He pulled downward. I felt his cock slide into me again, easily. I gasped into his mouth. We continued kissing, more passionately this time. i n c e s t ( ii )   I felt Dad's hands on my hips again, urging me to move. I pulled up, feeling the skin of Dad's hard cock sliding along the inner walls of my wet pussy. Then he urged me back down and I felt that wonderful friction again, but with the added pleasure of his cock filling me up. He urged me up and down on his cock a couple more times before I took over. We hadn't stopped kissing. I felt better than I had ever felt before in my life; happy, fulfilled. I loved my stepfather. Dad moved his lips down to my neck and I started to bounce on his cock harder. I felt his hands move to my breasts. I was so close... Any thought of the danger from what we were doing was gone from my mind, washed away by the pleasure of making love to my stepfather. As one of Dad's hands massaged one of my breasts his other tweaked my other nipple. That did it. I slammed my pussy down on his cock and groaned as electric bolts of pleasure shot from my breasts and clit and penetrated deep inside of me, meeting where the head of Dad's cock was. My vagina spasmed around that hard prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that it give up its precious cargo. Dad grunted and I felt his cock somehow grow bigger. "Oh!" I gasped as it throbbed. I felt a spreading warmth deep inside me, and it heightened my own orgasm as my almost fertile reproductive system nursed the potent seed from my stepdad's cock. "Ohhh!" I cried, shaking as it throbbed again. Another splash of my Dad's seed was injected where nature intended for it to go. All the while my pussy rippled around my Dad's erupting member, urging more and more of that forbidden babymaking substance to go deeper inside me. Finally, I collapsed onto Dad, shaking uncontrollably. I could still feel his cock, weakly spurting out the last of his cum, probably right against my cervical opening. "Uh...uh...uh..." I wasn't shaking as badly now, but it still hadn't stopped. I had never felt anything like that before. After some minutes I was able to climb off of Dad. A splash of semen came out of me as his cock slipped out. I was suddenly afraid. "Noo...noo..." I whispered, trying to get it out of me. I rushed into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, using gravity to help. After a few minutes the sperm stopped coming out and I dabbed the remainder away with toilet paper. When I got back to bed Dad was softly snoring. I couldn't really blame him, as he had technically been asleep throughout the whole encounter. 'What's done is done,' I thought as I climbed into bed and nestled my head into the crook of Dad's shoulder. I didn't sleep right away, thinking about what I would do if I got pregnant. Tell Dad? That could kill him! When I was tired enough I whispered to Dad that he should go back to his own bed. He did so, and then I was alone. I cried myself to sleep.   ~~~~~~   In the morning Dad actually looked happy, although when I asked him about it he said he didn't really know why; he just felt good that day. He went off to work, bewildered. I knew why: he was getting laid, even if it was happening while he slept.   ~~~~~~ That night I wore jeans and a flannel shirt to bed. If Dad came in I'd make sure they stayed on. What happened the previous night could never happen again! Sure enough, I was awoken to Dad pawing at me in his sleep. He massaged my breasts through the shirt and kissed the back of my neck, both of which felt nice, but I kept my grip on the button of my jeans and didn't let him take them off. Finally, Dad left the bed. Thank God, I thought.    ~~~~~~ Dad came to my bed again the next night. As before, I didn't give him what he wanted, and told him to go back to bed. He did so.   ~~~~~~ Next morning, Dad looked terrible, like he hadn't slept. We were worried. When he got home he said he had been reprimanded for not paying attention, and for his poor attitude. Those dicks! The man had just lost his wife!    ~~~~~~ For the third night in a row I turned Dad away from my bed. I almost felt sorry for him, but what we had done could never happen again! A few minutes later I heard Stacy scream. NO! I rushed out of my room and into hers. In the dim light I could see Dad was on top of her, though it seemed that he hadn't been able to do anything sexual yet. "Daddeee!" Stacy yelled. I rushed forward and clamped my hand over her mouth. She looked at me in shock, but I was looking at Dad's face. He had paused...was he waking up? I had to act. I grabbed his face and planted my lips onto his, kissing passionately. I felt him immediately relax, and then start returning the kisses, his arms going around my back. "Robyn?" Stacy sounded scared and confused, understandably. I broke the kiss and whispered to her, "He's sleepwalking and looking for Mom. I'll take him back to his room, okay?" I turned back to Dad. "Come on, Cam. Let's go to bed." Dad followed me and I took him back to his bedroom. Once there he started to try to undress me again. What could I do? If I didn't make him happy he's molest Stacy, and maybe even lose his job! I helped him remove my shirt and jeans, and then we climbed onto his bed. 'Okay,' I said to myself. 'This time I'm going to give him the best blowjob he's ever had.' But Dad pushed me onto my back, got in between my legs, and dropped his face into my crotch. I gasped and lay back, experiencing cunnilingus for the first time. "Holy shit! I'm going to give you just a half hour to stop that," I whispered to him jokingly, and then I lay my head back, enjoying the new sensations. Dad was as good at licking pussy as he was at kissing, although now that I think about it there is some crossover between those skills. He alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue, dipping his fingers into my pussy, and then swapping so his tongue was in my puss while his fingers manipulated my love button. He made me cum on his tongue within a few minutes. "Uh...uh...uh..." I moaned as I came down from the orgasm. Okay, now I was going to suck him... ...off! Dad was between my legs in a flash, kissing me. No...I had to stop this... I stopped the kiss. "Cam..." I said softly, "Let me suck you off, okay?" I could feel his hard cock at the entrance to my vagina. A small part of me wanted him to push it in. He did. "Oh!" I gasped, not expecting him to actually do it. He didn't want a blowjob. Oh no! Due to his saliva and the lubrication produced by my orgasm, Dad's cock slipped into me easily. Within a few thrusts his cock was buried all the way inside me again.  He resumed kissing me as he thrust into me again and again. His hands moved to my breasts, kneading and lightly pinching the nipples. Damn my boobs! Why did they have to feel so good when he did that? I passionately returned his kisses. I could feel another orgasm coming on. I whispered to him, "Please...I don't...I don't want to get pregnant." Upon hearing this Dad made an animal sound. He grabbed my legs and bent them back. I didn't think it was possible, but he managed to hook them over his shoulders! I was now bent in two and, oh God, his cock actually felt even deeper than it had ever been before! "Nooo..." I moaned as he started thrusting harder, faster. I couldn't move, trapped under his body as he used mine as a surrogate for Mom's. I suddenly remembered the occasional comment from Dad over the years that it was too bad he and Mom couldn't have a baby due to her operation. I had said the exact wrong thing when trying to get him to stop! I was having trouble breathing in this position. Dad was nibbling my neck now, his own breath ragged as he rammed his hard cock into me repeatedly. It hit the end of me again and again, knocking at the door to my womb, the pain of the assault on my cervix somehow combining with the pleasure of his incredibly hard member as it slid effortlessly into me, bumping my clit on each thrust. I felt the energy build from deep within me, expanding outward from my deepest recesses. My breathing rate increased as I gasped, my hips shaking, my body laid open to my handsome, sexy, sleepwalking lover as he took me. "No...noo..." I moaned. This was the absolute worst time of the month for him to cum inside me, but I was pinned! Daddy was going to cum inside me and make me pregnant! He was going to put his baby in my belly, and there was nothing I could do... ...other than to try to wake him up...but that could kill him! These perverse, forbidden thoughts bounced about in my head as Daddy rammed his primed babymaker into me again and again, the pleasure he was forcing on me messing with my thought processes. There was a part of me that wanted this, wanted both of us to cum, and fuck the consequences. That part won out. The buildup of energy within me culminated in a supernova of pleasure. I cried out as I came on my stepfather's cock, shaking uncontrollably under him as he continued to piston into my unprotected and definitely fertile body. My orgasm set off Dad's. He grunted, his cock expanding inside me. It was now a battering ram against my baby gate, and that gate would not hold. I felt the rush of heat within me, as his rich, sperm-filled semen inundated the deepest part of my vagina, and it only made me cum harder. My cervix opened and closed, kissing the tip of Dad's cock as we came again and again. Hot, potent cum splashed against the entrance to my uterus, some of the spurts shooting straight through. The excess pooled all around my cervix as it spasmed, trying to draw all of the dangerous sperm that it could find into my defenseless womb.   ~~~~~~   I woke suddenly, not realizing where I was. Someone was on top of me, their cock in my pussy! My initial panic quickly subsided as I realized that I must have passed out from my last orgasm, and Dad must have fallen asleep after... ...after he...oh God... Dad's cock was keeping all of his seed inside my very fertile pussy. My legs had managed to slip out from under him but the rest of me was still stuck. I swear I could feel his semen dripping through my cervix and into my uterus as we lay there. "Dad- er, Cam, honey," I said into his ear. "I need to go pee." Dad grunted and rolled to the side, his softening penis slipping from inside me as it did so. Once again I experienced the feeling of emptiness. My body seemed to want his cock to stay inside it. 'Bad body!' I said to it. In the bathroom I sat on the toilet for several minutes trying to get any of Dad's cum to drip out. Barely anything did. His swimmers were going for the gold, it seemed. I was going to get pregnant! A LOT of Dad's sperm were right now deep inside my healthy teen reproductive system, looking for the egg I knew was either already there or soon would be. Images from a movie in health class went through my head. I envisioned some of Dad's sperm finding my egg, not caring that it was his stepdaughter's, and attacking it, digging in with their little spermy heads. Soon, one would win out, piercing the layers and injecting that DNA load to mix with my own. I gasped, a little orgasm running through me. My nipples were hard. I rubbed my belly lovingly. Whatever happens, happens, I told myself. I grabbed my clothes and then went back to my own bed.   ~~~~~~ I slept in the next morning, since it was the weekend. Stacy slipped into my room to ask about what had happened the previous night but I didn't say anything beyond that I had put Dad back to bed. She looked unconvinced and I wondered if she had actually heard us fucking. I didn't ask though. That afternoon I found Dad on the couch watching TV. I curled up in his lap, something that I hadn't done in years. "Everything okay, sweetie?" he asked, putting his arms around me. "Just hold me, please?" I whimpered. He did. Even though I was in his lap and I could feel his penis under me, it didn't stir. This was a completely different man from the one who had been fucking me at night.   ~~~~~~ I went to bed that night without clothes, as I had done prior to the whole sleepwalking thing. I didn't want Dad to try going after Stacy again. Unfortunately, this meant that I didn't have anything I could use to delay his advances. I had been tired all day and when I went to bed I had conked out quickly and slept soundly. I dreamt of a faceless man slipping his cock into me as I slept, filling me up with his seed and not caring that I was unprotected and fertile. When I started to wake up Dad had already gotten his cock inside me and was sliding it in and out vigorously. My sleepy brain was flooded with pleasure from the dream and a real fuck that was already halfway through. I was lying on my back with my knees up. Dad was lying on his side under my knees, sawing his cock into me and holding one of my thighs for leverage. The fingers of his other hand were expertly manipulating my clit. I was already well on my way to orgasm.  It felt so good! My nipples were very hard and I started to pinch them as he pleasured me with his wonderful dick. I squeezed my breasts, a mixture of pleasure and pain hitting me as I realized that they were kind of sore. Dad's breathing rate increased, as did his thrusting. I was getting close to cumming as well. 'Wait,' I thought, 'wasn't there a reason that we shouldn't be doing this?' But it felt so good, so right! I started to roll my hips, trying to get his cock to scrape along my g-spot as he thrust into me. 'Yes, there!' Dad's cock hit the right spot and I gasped, pinching my nipples harder. A flitting thought crossed my mind: 'Why are my boobs sore?' 'Because I'm ovulating!' came the response. 'Oh yeah...this feels so good...' 'Don't let him cum inside you! You'll get pregnant!' 'Mmm, a baaaby...' I replied dreamily. I was so close... 'We don't want to make a baby with Daddy!' 'I'm probably already pregnant from last night, so what's one more load? It's going to feel so gooooood...' Dad jammed his cock into me hard, holding it as deep as possible as he grunted. As his hot cum shot deep inside me it set off my own orgasm, silencing the voice of reason. My spasming channel urged the seed from my stepfather's cock, drawing it as deep as possible inside my welcoming reproductive system.     ~~~~~~   When I awoke in the morning Dad was gone and I realized that something had changed inside me. I felt fantastic, energized and happy. I considered this, and then my blood ran cold as I realized the probable cause. I quickly jumped onto the Internet and searched 'what does conception feel like'. Sure enough, women described feeling full of energy, their boobs being sore, and a sensation like their uteruses were bruised. Yes, it did kind of feel bruised in there, but given how my cervix had been assaulted for the last couple of days that was understandable. I looked at my belly. Schrodinger's baby is in there or not, I thought.     ~~~~~~ My period didn't arrive, of course, and I had morning sickness for several days. I bought a pregnancy test shortly after that and it confirmed what I had already guessed: I was carrying my stepfather's baby. Dad still fucked me almost every night. I didn't deny him, since I was already pregnant. It's not like I could get *more* pregnant. By this point I was addicted to his cock too. I finished out the school year and graduated with B honors. My tummy hadn't started to show yet, so I looked great in the yearbook. During the summer, though, I started to fill out and it was difficult to hide because of the heat. Everyone was wearing shorts and tight t-shirts and there I was wearing big, baggy clothes. Finally, I couldn't hide it any longer and Dad asked me if I was pregnant. Crying, I said yes. "Whose is it?" he asked. "You haven't been hanging out with any guys for months, as near as I can tell." "I can't tell you, Daddy," I replied, still sniffling, "you'll kill him." Dad didn't like that answer but he didn't push.     ~~~~~~ At some point I recalled my conversation with Gran at Mom's funeral reception: "He'll need your help Robyn. Please do what you can for him." Did she know about his night-time, um, amorousness? I wondered if there was a story there. Maybe I'll ask her one day.   ~~~~~~   Now, 6 months later, Dad still visits me in my bed almost every night but it seems he knows I'm pregnant and is careful not to be too rough, so as to not hurt the baby. I think Stacy might know the truth about the baby but she hasn't said anything. We don't seem to be getting along as well as we used to, though, so I don't know what's going to happen there.   ~~~~~~   I went and curled up in Dad's lap while he was sitting on the couch. His strong arms surrounded me. "Daddy?" "Yes, sweetie?" "Can we raise this baby as if it was yours and m-Mom's?" I looked up into his eyes. "What about the father?" He had asked about him occasionally, and I still refused to tell. "He's not around," I replied, half-truthfully. It was daytime, after all. b d s m     Quiet day in the book store. One browser that Ann could see, and she returned to her surreptitious reading behind the counter, keeping an eye on the browser - a woman with long, brown-blonde hair. She was a semi-regular in the store, and Ann knew she'd be over with her purchase before too long. Silence. Until the bell hung over the door rang, a silvery tinkle. Ann looked up as the new customer entered the store. Tall man, wearing an overcoat. He wandered through the stacks, heading always in the direction of the woman browsing the shelves. Ann smiled a little; obviously not here for the books. Midday assignation, perhaps? Both were in what might be called business attire, although the woman's skirt was a little shorter and tighter than she'd ever have considered wearing to work. As she watched covertly, the man made his way over to the woman, one hand in his pocket, speaking to her quietly then putting his free hand on her arm. A few more quiet words, and she put the book back on the shelf, walked with him out of the store. Lucky, lucky, lucky, Ann thought, then returned to her book. --- The gun hadn't come all the way out of his pocket; it hadn't needed to. Ellie had blinked at the glimpse she'd gotten of it. "Just act normally," he said. "Behave, and no harm will come to you. Now put the book back on the shelf and walk out of the store. Don't run, don't try to signal anyone for help. Understand." Light-headed, she nodded, put the book back and did as ordered. The street wasn't too busy - the book store was in an out-of-the-way location, with not much through-traffic. Very few passers-by too, and none of the few even glanced sideways at the apparent couple walking down the street. "Just keep walking," he said. "We're aiming for that dark green car up there, see?" Ellie nodded, not trusting her voice. Closer to the car, he pulled out a set of keys and pressed a button; lights flashed, and she heard the 'clunk' of locks unlocking. "Get in the passenger seat," he said. She did, sitting frozen as he walked around to the driver's side. Keys in the ignition and all the doors locked again with another solid 'thunk', but he didn't turn the engine on. "Open the glove box," he said. "Give me what you find in there." Ellie swallowed, did so, and sat staring at the pair of handcuffs - matte black metal, cold, purposeful. He took them from her, directed her to sit forward in her seat and face away from him, with her hands behind her back. She shivered at the touch of cold metal on her wrists and the ratcheting sound as he fastened them. "What - what are you doing, what do you want?" She'd found her voice, a tiny squeak. "Shut up," he said. "You don't speak unless you're responding to a direct question. Now, sit back; I'm going to put your seatbelt on; I'll be leaning across you, and you might think that would be a good opportunity to attack me. That would be a bad idea - all you'd do is annoy me and you couldn't get out of the car with your hands cuffed like that anyway." He smiled a little. "Plus, I still have that gun...." So she sat still, trembling, as he seatbelted her in, started the engine and drove off. Traffic was a blur to her, twenty minutes of confusion as he drove, not allowing her to speak, until he pulled into a garage, the door closing automatically behind them. Her wrists and arms had begun to ache from being cuffed behind her so, in one way, she was grateful the ride was over. Now that it was, though...what now? He got out of the car, and Ellie watched him apprehensively as he circled the car, coming around to her side and opening the door. "I'm going to lean across you and undo your seatbelt," he said. "Same caution as before; don't even think about trying to knee me in the head or anything." She might be able to knock him out like that - but it was a big 'might'. Not certain enough; better to wait for another, more certain, chance. The seatbelt retracted smoothly and she, anticipating, started to stand. His hand on her shoulder stopped that. "Not yet." He dipped into the overcoat pocket again and her eyes widened; a collar of broad, black leather, metal leash already attacked to a D ring at its front. He let the leash unwind. "Lean forward," he said. She did, feeling her hair falling forward, exposing the back of her neck. The collar settled in place around her throat. She felt its weight, closing her eyes as he locked it in place. "Get used to the way that feels," he said. "You're mine now; my property. You obey me, you belong to me. I'll train you - you obey me." She shivered as he took up the end of the leash. "Out of the car, slave, and follow me." He led her through the house to the bedroom, taking one last item from his coat pocket; a large, heavy padlock that he used to attach the end of the leash to the wrought iron at the bed's foot. "I don't underst..." The word turned into a yelp as his hand came down hard on her ass. "You don't need to understand anything," he said. "All you need to do is realise a few things. First, I've just kidnapped you; you are in my power. You're my possession. If I were you, I'd obey; you have a great deal riding on your ability to please me from now on, slave." "My name..." Another yelp. "Your name is whatever I say it is," he said. "Right now, I say your name is 'slave'. That may change." She felt his hands on her ass, caressing instead of spanking, working up under her skirt and finding the bare skin beneath. "In fact, given how you're dressed - or not dressed - I may change it right now, to 'slut'. You're asking for trouble, dressing like this. That's one reason I picked you, you know - always in short skirts, and I've always wondered what you wore underneath them." Ellie felt his hands working the skirt up over her hips, and dropped her head, face flushed. "Please, don't..." Another hard spank, making her cry out. "I think you need a lesson in how to obey my orders, slave. I've told you to be quiet, but you keep ignoring me." A quiet, metallic sound; the handcuffs released. Then a sudden, hard shove, pushing her forward into the bed. "On the bed, face down." She obeyed as best she could. The leash meant she had to turn around so her head was at the foot end of the bed. Something wrapped around one ankle - more leather, a leather cuff being padlocked into place. The rattle of chain, her foot being dragged backwards and another padlock chaining it into place. The other ankle then, treated the same way; when she kicked out, it didn't do any good, only earned her another smack. Wrists were next, fixed in place the same way, leaving her spreadeagled face down on the bed, skirt bunched up over her hips, shirt still in place. "Excellent," he said. "Just one thing...." The sound of a drawer in the nightstand being opened, and then metal against her skin - scissors, he was cutting her clothes off, starting at the hem of her skirt and working his way upwards, cutting through her shirt and bra, baring her back. "Much better." Satisfaction in his voice. "Now, lesson time. Today's lesson is obedience, slut; I ordered you to be silent unless ordered, so the punishment should fit the crime, I think." The sound of rummaging in the drawer, and he walked back to her head holding...it looked like a big ball of firm red foam centred on a leather strap. "Ball gag," he said. "It should keep you satisfactorily quiet. Open wide." When she tried to resist by clamping her mouth shut, he dealt with it by the simple expedient of pinching her nose shut until she had to open her mouth to breathe. Once she did, it was a simple matter for him to force the spongy ball into her mouth and buckle the strap around her head. Ellie could feel the gag distorting her mouth, puffing her cheeks out - and reducing her protests to a series of barely audible squeaks. He disappeared from her field of vision for a few moments, and reappeared holding something new. Whatever reaction showed on her face - Ellie suspected it was wide-eyed terror - seemed to please him, for he swung the flogger in front of her eyes several times. Black and purposeful as the handcuffs - she felt her eyes go wider. "Please, don't," she tried to say; all that came out was a faint 'eeh oh'. A step or two backwards. "Are you ready, slut?" he asked. A pause while he listened to her attempts to beg him not to use the flogger on her, she'd do anything if only he wouldn't hurt her - then he swung. Red hot stinging strike across her shoulders, and she yelped around the gag. That was only the first in a series; he started across her shoulders, worked his way steadily down her body to the bottom of her ribcage - skipped a bit, then picked up again, laying a steady pattern of strokes from her ass down her legs to the back of her knees. Every stroke brought a new cry around the gag; her body bucked in her restraints as she pleaded for an end to the punishment, promised to be silent when ordered.... "Now you know what to expect," he said, "the real punishment will start. You determine how long it lasts, slut - as long as it takes you to last five strokes without a sound. Do that, and your punishment is done. You'll have learned your lesson about silence as well, I suspect." Without warning, he swung the flogger again, and she cried out when it struck her ass. He tut-tutted; "Have to do better than that, slut." She lasted the next three in silence, gasped too loudly on the one after despite her best efforts; he started the count again. One in silence, another cry; the count started again. This time she managed to last the five strokes without noise, every muscle tense with the effort of staying silent. "Good slave," he said when a few moments passed after the last stroke without noise. "Good girl. You'll be more obedient now, right?" She nodded frantically, choking back a whimper as she felt his hands running down her back - a hint of nails on tender skin, making her twist to try and get away. Shoulders, back, ass, legs - then working his way back up her legs to her pussy. She couldn't stop the moan as his fingers invaded her roughly, deep in her for a moment; her hips bucked. "Very wet - 'slut' is becoming more and more appropriate for you by the minute," he said. She shook her head in denial, moaning again as his fingers thrust into her more deeply, easily - however she tried to deny it, she was aroused and his fingers were finding the truth of it. She shifted again, this time trying to work herself onto his hand, feel his fingers fucking her more deeply, increasing her arousal - he withdrew sharply. The sound of locks being undone, her ankles being freed. "Up on your hands and knees, slut," he said, reinforcing the order with a solid spank. She obeyed, guessing what was coming next - the guess confirmed when she felt him kneeling behind her, heard the sound of a zip being undone. The feeling of his cock touching her pussy, just barely, then the head penetrating slightly. "For this, you can make as much noise as you want - or as you can, anyway," he amended. "One thing, though - no coming without permission. Do you understand?" She made a vaguely affirmative noise - it turned into a muffled near-howl as he thrust into her, penetrating her deeply at one stroke. He rested there, hands on her hips, for a moment, then withdrew and thrust in again, just as hard. He took her that way, hard, driving into her - she could hear him gasping with effort, growling. His hands dug into her hips, fingers flexing to draw her back onto his cock as he drove into her harder - she could feel her climax building, and bit into the gag, trying to disrupt its course, moaning around the gag - then hearing him order her come, releasing her. She did, crying out - felt him come just behind her, maybe triggered by the way her cunt tightened around his cock...hard thrusts as he came in her... He stayed there, buried deep in her for long minutes afterwards, before withdrawing. She whimpered a little at the feeling of his cock leaving her, and stayed waiting as he left the room. Come, her own juices - she wanted to collapse. He returned, holding a cloth in one hand, something she couldn't make out in the other. "Lift up your head," he said, and she did. "One more thing to fix." He unbuckled the gag, scrubbed at her lips with the cloth, then showed it to her. She could see streaks of the lipstick she'd put on that morning, a demure creamy coral shade that she'd always favoured. The other object he was holding turned out to be a lipstick tube - bright red. "This is much more appropriate for you, my slut," he said, and applied it heavily. "This is what you'll wear from now on. Every day. Say, 'yes, Master' if you agree." She drew breath. "Yes, Master." He kissed her on the forehead. "Good girl. Now sit up." She gathered her feet under her and knelt; he unlocked the chains that led to her wrists, settled beside her and held her close. "Happy birthday, little one. Enjoy the experience?" Ellie laughed a little, leaning into him. He'd promised her something special for her birthday - not that she'd expected this. Flowers, possibly - a book, maybe. But not this. "I did." She nuzzled into his throat, kissing and licking. "Thank you." She'd talked a little about it months before, a new experience in their relationship. "I didn't expect you to remember." A grin; she felt it. "Now, that book you were looking at in the bookstore...." She looked down at the ruin of her clothes on the floor. "I think I'll need to find something else to wear." "That's easily fixed," he said. "This, though," and he touched her lips with a fingertip, "this stays." "Yes, Master." She rolled backwards, stretching, then seeing the gun on the nightstand. She picked it up - plastic. "Nice touch," she said with a grin. --- Ann looked up as the silver bell tinkled. Same couple, and they headed for the same shelf the woman had been browsing earlier. She was dressed differently, Ann realised - the red lipstick suited her. And the body language between them said clearly that the interruption to her browsing had been a good one. Ann smiled - and then the expression froze as the woman bent over to pick up the book she'd been looking at earlier. Short skirt - it rode up as she bent, giving both Ann and the man a good view of...red stripes along the woman's thighs, red as her lipstick... f a n t a s y     Claire woke up in a fog, the last thing she remembered was taking a sip of tea, and then ... black. She sat up in bed, but that was the extent how much she was able to move: her legs remained flat on the bed as if tied to an invisible weight.   Once she had fully woken up, she looked out her window to see that it was pitch-black outside. She then noticed a man standing at the foot of her bed. He was tall and handsome, with alabaster skin, raven-black hair, a sharp face with a chiseled jaw, and bright green eyes that were both piercing and reassuring; he was dressed in all black. "Who are you?" Claire asked, surprised that she wasn't scared of the stranger. "My name is Robin," his voice was smooth and intense, "and I'm here to help you." "Help me? How?" "By making you beautiful, and making you mine. I've been watching you for some time Claire, you're lonely and you have been your whole life. You don't have anyone whom can trust or depend upon: no friends, no family, and no lovers. You don't have money or fine things, and you certainly don't have beauty.   I know you think that your life has no value and that it would make no difference if you just ended it. Well I'm here to fix all that. You see Claire, I'm a warlock -- a powerful warlock. My powers have given me great wealth and adventure, but they cannot give me love, and that is why I have come to you.   There is a ritual I can perform, that will transform a ... homely girl such as yourself into a creature of perfect feminine beauty, and bind her to me in deep, pure love. Its effects are permanent and irreversible, and the woman upon whom I perform it must submit willingly.   I'm offering you a chance to abandon your mundane life for one of pure pleasure. I will give you four days to make your decision, if you chose to go with me, then at sundown on the fourth day, stand at your window with this candle burning on your windowsill," he pulled a long red candle out of his sleeve and placed it on the footboard. "The choice is entirely yours Claire."  As soon as Robin finished speaking, the room changed from night to day in a matter of seconds, with Robin's form fading with the shifting light until he was gone completely. The weight was lifted off of Claire's legs. She jumped up out of bed, and went to her foot board.   She picked up the candle and examined it, Claire knew she didn't own any like it, so there was no way she could have left it there. "That was real," she whispered to herself. Claire went to the bathroom and looked at herself. Robin was right, she wasn't beautiful: she was barely over five feet tall, her chin was small and pointy, just like her nose, and the rest of her face was flat and plain; her skin was pasty and blotchy -- not smooth and milky like Robin's.   Puberty had been especially tough for Claire. When many of her peers were blossoming into womanhood, growing luscious, full breasts, and fertile, round hips, Claire's figure remained pathetically boyish. Even now into adulthood, she had no hips to speak of, and droopy breasts that barely filled an A-cup.   Making things worse, her parents had died when she was only a toddler, forcing her to be thrown in-and-out of foster homes, giving her no sense of connection to anyone, or anything. With no one to provide her with guidance, Claire became a terrible under-achiever, and just barely graduated high school, consigning her to a life of menial labor. Now that a handsome stranger had literally offered her a way to magically change life, what should she do? Four days later, Claire returned home from what she hoped would be her last day of work. She sat on her bed watching the sun go down for almost two hours, when it had just begun to dip below the horizon, she stoop up, placed the candle on the windowsill, and lit it with a match.   As she stood there wondering what was supposed to happen, the black smoke from the candle drifted up into her nose. Claire thought that it smelled sweet, then ... black.  She woke up in a large bed with silk sheets, in a dark room she didn't recognize. She was naked. "Claire." She turned and saw Robin standing at the side of the bed, he was just as handsome as she remembered. "Claire, it's time."   He took her hand as she got out of bed, then led her out of bed and down a long hallway. "I want you to know," Robin said as they walked, "that this will be entirely painless. You will remember your life before, but I promise you will not miss it."   They came to a pair of tall wooden doors, Robin opened them to reveal a domed room with the full moon shining through a window in the ceiling. A pentagram was drawn on the floor in chalk with an unlit brazier at each point, and a bed covered with myrtle flowers in the center.  "What am I supposed to do?" Claire asked timidly. "Right now," Robin answered, "just stand still." Next to his feet was an ebony box, he opened it, stuck his hands inside, and pulled out two handfuls of rendered fat. "I'm going to rub this on you." Claire complied, letting Robin rub the greasy stuff all over her body: legs, stomach, breasts, arms, face, and even into her kinky brown hair.   When Robin finished he pulled a silk cloth out of his pocket and wiped his hands clean. He knelt down to close the box, and picked up the golden cup next to it. "Drink all of this." Claire obeyed, it tasted like just plain water. He led her to the bed and told her to lie down - she obeyed, and the silver light of the moon shone in her eyes.   Robin pulled five gold coins out of his pocket and placed them along the length of Claire's torso, while he did so, Claire felt her head begin to grow hazy. Robin made a gesture with his hands, and all of the braziers lit simultaneously. The last thing Claire remembered, was Robin beginning to repeat a three-line verse in a language she did not recognize, and then, for a third time ... black.  When she woke up she was in the dark room again, only this time the curtains were open, letting in the daylight to reveal the deep red color of the walls and the beautiful statue of the Venus de Milo on her right. Her body felt different, and yet, somehow right.   Her nose was filled with a smoky-sweet smell again, she touched a hand to her cheek to feel that it was as soft and smooth as the bed's silk sheets. She turned her head to the left side of the bed to see Robin smiling at her. "Hello Miranda." "Who's Miranda?" She asked, smiling. Her voice was different too, it was softer, sexier; not squeaky and harsh like it used to be. "Why you are of course."  "Yes, yes I am." She sat up in bed and looked dreamily at Robin, admiring him as her one true love "Did the ritual turn out okay?" "It turned out exactly as we hoped it would. Do you want to see what you look like now?" "Yes!" Miranda pushed back the curtains and let Robin take her hand. Standing up she felt much taller, and now moved with a natural, sensual grace as she walked to the other end of the room.   When Robin pulled the sheet off of a full-length mirror, Miranda saw that she was just as he had promised: a perfect vision of feminine beauty. Long, fine hair fell down her back in golden waves, framing a face like that of an angel, with high cheekbones, full, supple lips, and eyes the same blue as a summer sky. Her creamy-white breasts were huge and plump, and sat high on her chest; and her lithe waste tapered to wide, feminine hips.  "Are you happy?" Robin asked. "Yes!" She squeezed her breasts, savoring the firm weight of them. "Are these double Ds?" "Triple actually." "Triple Ds?" "Yes," he answered in a satisfied tone. "36 triple Ds, with a 24 inch waste and 38 inch hips." Miranda turned around to look at the reflection of her ass, it was a perfect apple shape: high, tight and plump. She kneaded the thick flesh with her fingers, then gave each cheek a playful smack. "I always wanted a badonkadonk," Miranda said with a smile.   She turned to where Robin was standing, but he had disappeared. She quickly turned her attention to her dripping pussy. It was as though Robin's mere presence had lit a fire within Miranda's sex, and she couldn't resist exploring the moistness within herself.   She began by slowly stroking the outsides of her lips, then, with firm but gentle fingers, rubbed the inside walls of her cunt, slowly at first to savor then sensation, then quickly. Miranda then moved on to her clitoris, she rubbed the fleshy knob in between her thumb and forefinger, her breathing growing faster and deeper as the movement of her fingers increased.   This was the first time in her life that she knew pleasure. All the nights Claire cried herself to sleep; all the times in the locker room girls had called her "flatsy" or "mosquito-bites" meant nothing -- Claire was dead, and Miranda had taken her place.  When she finished, and a lightning bolt of ecstasy shot through her, Miranda collapsed onto the bed in erotic bliss. Miranda's pleasure had been so intense, that she actually nodded off, when she woke up, there was a pink dress laid out on the bed next to her, and a note from Robin.   "Get dressed and meet me downstairs," it said, "I'm taking you out to dinner." Miranda slipped on the dress, along with a pair of sexy black stilettos which Robin had also laid out for her.   She examined herself in the mirror, and liked what she saw. The dress was short to show off her long, toned legs, and the tight fabric clung beautifully to her womanly curves, while barely containing the weight of her hefty bosom.  Robin took her in a limousine to a fancy restaurant. On the way to their table, more than one man was reprimanded by his wife for taking in the captivating swell of Cassandra's breasts, or the arousing curve of her back-side. Once seated, Robin and Miranda began a delightful evening, dining on rich food, and enjoying lively conversation which repeatedly returned to Miranda's newly enhanced assets. "Do you have a new favorite body part?" Robin asked. "I loved it all," Miranda answered. "But if I had to pick ... I'd say my breasts." "They are beautiful. Are they heavy?" "They are, but I like it. I love that I finally have a woman's body." Miranda slid her hands down her sides, whilst also biting her bottom lip sensually and making bedroom eyes at Robin.   Staring at the pale man in front of her filled Miranda with feelings of love and lust that were deeper and purer than any that she had ever thought herself possible to feel as Claire. The hold he had on her was warm and intangible, and assured Miranda that no pleasure in the world would be greater than that which she would receive by giving herself completely to Robin.  "You look like a goddess." Robin told her. "I feel like one." When they got back into the limo, Robin could barely get the door closed before Miranda unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge cock. The member was at least ten inches long, and two inches thick. Miranda quickly got to work, sliding her lips over the thick, throbbing head, and down the long shaft, instinctively knowing where to suck, and where to lick.   She moved her full lips up and down, savoring the girth and length of Robin's manhood with her tongue like it was sweet candy. Then, when Robin reached the pinnacle of pleasure, he exploded, filling Miranda's mouth with his warm seed, which she swallowed gladly.   Once back home and in their bedroom, the pair quickly removed their clothes, and took in the beauty of each other's bodies: Miranda's was soft and curved, while robin's was lithe and chiseled; both had the same flawless ivory skin. They embraced, kissing passionately and sliding their tongues in and out of each other's mouths.   Robin took Miranda's huge breasts into his hands and began kneading them with his firm but gentle fingers, he then moved his mouth into her cleavage, mashing the soft flesh of her tits around his face. "Oh Robin," Miranda moaned. "That feels amazing. God I feel like a woman for the first time in my life."  They moved to the bed. They intertwined their legs as Robin slid his twitching cock into Miranda's moist, awaiting cunt. They pressed their chests together so as to be as close as possible. Robin began slowly, stroking in-and-out to get into a rhythm, then, as he felt Miranda's sex growing tighter around him, he sped up, pumping with intense, masculine force.   Their breathing grew deeper and faster with each thrust, as beads of sweat poured down their perfect bodies, and wave after wave of passion washed over their bodies. "Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh," they cried in unison as they finally roared into climax, waves of cum gushed out of Miranda's pussy, as Robin shot thick ropes of semen into her womb.   They were no longer two individuals, they were kindred erotic spirits, bound together through the magic of pure, sensual pleasure. They collapsed onto the bed in ecstasy, still entwined in each other's arms. "I love you Robin." Miranda said in between gasps. "I love you too Miranda." From then on, Miranda lived the good life of a warlock's lover, traveling to exotic locales to enjoy adventures with her beloved, exploring new ways to please herself and Robin.   To reward Miranda for her love Robin showered her with the luxuries which she had always wanted, but had never been able to afford when she was Claire: cars, fine jewelry, and expensive clothes. What Miranda loved best were the designer jeans which displayed her perfect bubble-butt, her "tasty cakes" as Robin would refer to them when he grabbed her from behind before ravaging her then and there -- that was what Miranda loved most: being taken, surrendering herself completely to Robin, and to pleasure.   Miranda couldn't imagine a life more perfect. One night, Miranda was preparing herself in the mirror before heading into the bedroom with Robin. She was wearing a pink-lace bra with matching a matching thong and garter belts. As she adjusted her melon-sized breasts, her reflection changed, she saw herself as Claire again. "You look beautiful." Her reflection said. "Thank you, are you happy with the decision I made?" "I am, there's no way my life would have ever nearly as amazing as the one you chose. Before Robin, I was nothing, but now I'm a goddess. Go in there and thank him for the gift he's given me." Miranda's reflection changed back. She smiled at herself in the mirror, turned off the light, and went into the bedroom where Robin was waiting for her. "Are you ready?" Miranda asked. "You know I am." Robin answered with a smile. "Good, because I'm going to rock your world." i n c e s t     "Mark!" Susan called from upstairs. Unbelievable. My dick was already in my hand and I was 10 minutes into a masturbation session. My sister always had the worst timing. "What?!" I yelled from my room downstairs.  "Come up here!" She yelled back. "Can it wait?!" I asked, trying to keep my concentration. A few seconds passed in silence and I thought I was in the clear. "Mark!" I let out a sigh and proceeded to tuck my privates back into my pants. There was no use trying to salvage this situation. Susan's annoying voice was the ultimate boner killer. I ran up the stairs to find Susan leaning against the door to her room. She was wearing her only pair of gym shorts and an old tee-shirt that used to be our father's. Her blonde hair was pulled back and tied up in a messy bun. I could tell she had just finished working out.   Sweat glistened off her skin and she was breathing a little heavy. It's a little weird to say, but my older sister actually has a nice body under all that ragged clothing. Her breasts are small but perky and she has a tight stomach. Her real strength, however, is her ass.   It's big, round and sticks out no matter what she's wearing. Even now I could see it pressed firmly against the frame of her door. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about these things, especially not after I had just been pleasuring myself, but I was horny and couldn't help it. "What took you so long?" she asked, like I was her servant or something.  "I was doing homework" I lied. "Uh huh," she said with a certain doubt in her voice, "well I just wanted to let you know that Steph will be here any minute now." "Great," I groaned.  Steph, or Stephanie, was Susan's girlfriend. That's right, my sister was the head of her soccer team, her favorite hobby was camping and she has every word to every t.A.T.u. song memorized. My sister was gay as hell, but Steph... Steph was a whole new level of gay.   Steph was a short and angry little thing that had more ink and piercings on her body than an entire biker gang. She was rude, had the vocabulary (and voice) of a sailor and always had something to say every time she saw me. "Hey Mark, you drop your balls yet?" She would say, pointing to my crotch.   Or "Hey Mark, wanna smell your sister," she'd joke, holding her finger up to my nose. I honestly had no idea what my sister saw in Steph. Susan was tall and fit and clean while Steph was short and boyish and far from sanitary. I hate to admit it, but Steph actually looks a lot like me. We're the same height and practically have the same crew cut. Just that thought made me want to shave all of it off.  "Just let her in, okay?" She pleaded, grabbing my shoulder. "Why can't you?" I asked. "Look, just open the door for her and tell her to come upstairs, alright? Can you do this one little thing for me?" I loathed the idea of having to greet Steph, but I could never say no to Susan. I don't know what it is, but I am completely whipped when it comes to my sister.  "Alright," I said, "I'll come get you when she's here-" "No!" My sister suddenly interrupted. "That's alright Mark, just tell her to come upstairs. Okay?" She was acting a little weird, but I thought nothing of it. I nodded my head and rushed back downstairs to finish what I started. The whole time the image of Susan in her stretched out gym shorts slipped in and out of my mind. It was weird, I know, but I can't help it. Susan was one of the hottest girls I knew, sister or not. I could barely get started again before I heard the doorbell ring. Steph, I thought. And just like that my dick was limp once more. The doorbell rang another five times before I reached it. I swung it open and there was Steph, smoking on our front porch. "Hey limp dick!" She shouted cheerfully. An unfortunate coincidence.  "Hey Steph." Steph shoved past me and strolled into the house. She snubbed the end of her cigarette in the potted plant next to the door.  "Is Susan here? She said she wanted to give me something?" "Yeah," I said, "She told me to tell you she's upstairs." "Cool, cool" she said with a thumbs up.  "Uh, hey. Is there a bathroom close by?" Steph grabbed hold of her stomach, "I have had the worst shits today." I could feel the vomit trying to climb its way up my throat. I wasn't joking about the sailor thing.  "Down the hall on your left," I said, trying to choke my breakfast back down.  "Thanks" she said as she power walked towards the bathroom. "Go tell Susan I might be a while!" She shouted over her shoulder. Yup, that's Steph. I walked back up the stairs trying to think of the best way I could embarrass Steph and make Susan sick in one fell swoop. Before I got half way up I could hear the unmistakable sounds of discomfort and misery coming from the bathroom downstairs. Great, I thought. I'll have to brick that part of the house off now. I reached Susan's door and knocked. "Come in!" her voice called from the other side of the door. I opened it and walked in to find Susan on her bed. Completely nude. Susan on her... bed completely... no clothes... I was stunned, completely paralyzed by fear of what I had just walked in on. There on the bed right before me was my older sister, buck naked. She was lying on her back, propped up against her headboard and spread full-eagle. I was about to apologize and run out of the room, but then I noticed something strange. She was wearing some kind of cloth around her eyes. It was the tee-shirt she was had on earlier.  Suddenly, everything clicked in my mind, and I understood what was happening here. Susan was trying to surprise Steph with an incredibly sexy display. And boy was this incredibly sexy.  "Steph?" Susan called out to the room. I had been silent for a while now. Without thinking I closed the door behind me and stepped forward a bit. "There you are," my sister smiled. I could see everything from this position, her perky pink nipples and her cute little pussy were completely on display for me. "Come over here" Susan said, waving me closer with her finger. My brain was mush, my legs moved on their own. I was now inches away from my sister's exposed body. Susan wiggled her bottom half a little, she must have been very excited for this. I could see she was already a little wet. My sister's pussy was wet! "What are you waiting for Steph? Don't you want a little taste?" This is wrong, I thought. She's my sister, my gay sister! I thought I would walk out of the room, head back downstairs and jack-off. I would let Steph come up here and never think about all this again. But as I thought about these things my body was already crawling up onto the bed. I lowered my head to my sister's pussy and took a deep breath in. "Oh!" Susan squeaked. I took my finger and gently prodded at her folds. This is it. I'm really touching my sister's pussy right now. I had never dreamed my first experience with this would be with Susan, but I really couldn't complain! I could have stayed like this for an hour, but Susan was getting impatient.  "Common already," Susan moaned. He forcefully grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face into her crotch. My mouth was now wrapped around her hole. I could feel my sister's warm, wet pussy soak into my taste buds. The sensation was incredible. I started licking up and down in a steady movement. I could feel Susan's nails dig into the back of my head as I prodded her folds with my tongue. My sister's pussy was surprisingly sweet. The odor of it filled my nostrils.  "Ooooooo fuck Steph," Susan moaned. Suddenly she lifted her bottom up a little. "Now lick this hole," she teased, spreading her cheeks apart to reveal her asshole.  I couldn't believe my own sister would be into something that kinky. I wondered if this was something her and Steph normally did... or if I might be getting the first experience... I grabbed the bottom of Susan's legs and pushed them back towards her stomach, then I placed my mouth right above her anus. Again I was shocked to find it didn't smell at all bad. I slowly started licking my sister's butthole.   She started making cute noises that sounded like moaning and laughing at the same time. I swirled my tongue around her cute hole, getting faster and pushing it in a little deeper each time.  "You really like my ass- don't you?" Susan teased between moans. I gave her ass a small smack in response. "I thought so," she said, flipping over to her stomach, "So why don't you grab your favorite toy and get to work on this." Susan wiggled her fat butt in the air and I thought I might lose it there. But what was this toy she was talking about? Was it a dildo, or some kind of vibrator? Maybe a paddle? I frantically searched around the room but couldn't find anything.  "In the top drawer!" Susan chimed in, "where it always is!" I reached into the drawer, my hand sifted through Susan's underwear until I grabbed hold of something hard. I pulled the object out to find it was a dildo after all. But not just that. Attached to it was belt with buckles and straps. It was a Strappon! Susan wanted me to fuck her with a strappon... But that wouldn't work at all! I couldn't put this thing on with my erect dick getting in the way, and Susan would know in an instant if it wasn't attached to me. I looked at the dildo in my hand, a big veiny thing with a pair of balls on the bottom. That's when it clicked again for me. I popped the dildo out of the ring on the harness and slipped it on, shoving my dick through the ring instead.  Perfect! I ran back to the bed and positioned myself behind Susan. My dick was harder than it had ever been in my entire life. I let it rest at Susan's wet entrance, allowing it to brush against her folds. "Mmmff" She moaned into the mattress. What the hell and I doing, I thought. Am I really about to trick my lesbian sister into taking her own brother's cock?  Yeah I was. I pushed forward, splitting my sister's pussy apart.  "Fuck!" Susan yelped as I drove my aching cock deeper inside. I bottomed out and stopped moving. I wanted to take this moment in- I wanted to burn the image of my dick inside my sister's pussy forever into my mind. I started pumping. Hard. I was losing all control of my body. Susan's pussy was the warmest wettest thing I've ever felt, it squeezed at my shaft and swallowed every bit of me. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" Susan yelped with each thrust.  I'm fucking my sister, my SISTER, who has never had a real dick inside her! My gay as balls sister is enjoying her little brother's dick! I couldn't take much more. Susan's thick butt bounced against me, rocking me back and forth. I grabbed hold of her cheeks and slammed them towards me so I could reach deeper inside. "Oooooo Steph! Fuck me!," my sister begged, "Fuck me hard!"  I wasn't going to last long. I pushed deep into my sister a few more times and then I came. I came hard, shooting my load deep inside. It must have gone on for at least a minute. Susan orgasmed with me and we both collapsed on the bed. My face was lying pressed against Susan's ass. I watched with pride as my juices leaked down her crack from her pussy.  "Mmmfu fu fu, that's was amazing," Susan purred.  "What's this?" Susan reached back and pinched some of my seamen between her fingers. My heart sunk deep in my chest.  "Did you use a lube?" Susan asked, tugging at the shirt wrapped around her eyes. I was already stumbling out the door, slamming it shut behind me. I tumbled down the stairs and ran smack into Steph. "Whoah, limp dick! Where you going in such a hurry? And where are your clothes?!" Steph looked at me in horror.  "And is that my..." I still had the harness strapped around my waist, my sore cock poking through the ring. There was no way in hell I was going to explain this away, so I decided to try something else. I wiped my finger across my dick. Then I held it up to Steph's nose. "Hey Steph," I said.  "Wanna smell your girlfriend?"    f a n t a s y ( i )     Dan Gardner didn't believe in elves. He also didn't believe in leprechauns, pixies, UFOs, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus, so he certainly didn't believe in genies popping out of bottles like you saw on reruns of old TV shows. When he found the old lamp buried in the sand of the local beach one morning as he was working it with his metal detector, he put it in his backpack without giving it a second thought. Later that afternoon he dumped his backpack out to look at what he'd found, and the lamp tumbled out at his feet. It looked like something out of an old Arabian Nights fable and had seen better days, but he thought that it would make a good conversation piece once it was all cleaned up. He took it over to the sink to wash it off before he started polishing it. After he'd washed the sand off he wrapped it up in a rag and took it over to the couch to dry it off.  He had only rubbed it two or three times before the lamp started to vibrate in his hands, startling him so that he dropped the lamp at his feet. It jiggled and bounced on the floor as it vibrated harder, and then a plume of light blue smoke shot out of the end, filling the room with a cloud that smelled of jasmine. Dan coughed once or twice, waving his hand in front of his face to clear the smoke away. It took several moments for the smoke to clear, and when it did his jaw dropped at what he saw. Standing before him with her hands on her hips was an honest-to-God genie, and what a genie it was! The genie was a woman, and she could have been the twin sister of his favorite adult big-bust model, Pandora Peaks!   She had the same eyes, the same lips, and the same spectacular body – narrow waist, flat stomach, shapely legs, firm ass and, of course, those spectacularly huge and gravity-defying tits!   They were round and firm, standing out proudly from her chest, just like he'd seen in all the pictures of Pandora Peaks. She was wearing the same type of genie outfit that you always see female genies wearing – a short purple velvet vest, a thin light purple middie top which stopped right under her breasts and did very little to conceal them, and the veil-like pantaloons that you could see right through, also light purple.   The outfit was finished off by a little round genie hat and little genie shoes that ended in curled points. She was standing with her feet apart, hands on her hips, her huge round breasts barely contained by the flimsy material of her outfit. He could see the perpetually erect nipples poking through the material of her top. She was smiling as she looked down at him, sitting on his couch with his mouth hanging open. "What, you've never seen a genie before?" she said, snapping him out of his trance. "Huh?" he replied, still amazed at what he was looking at. "A genie – you know, like 'Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves,' that kind of thing," she said. "Uh, no – no, I've never seen a genie before," he said. "Well, you have now. So, what will it be, Master?" she asked, still standing in front of him. "What will what be?" he asked in return. The genie gave him a puzzled look as she replied. "Boy, you don't get out much, do you, Master?" she asked. Dan shook his head, still in shock and not believing that he was actually talking to a real, live genie. "You get three wishes in return for freeing me from the bottle. But before you make your wishes, there are some rules you need to know about." "Rules?" Dan asked "Yes, Master, rules. Nothing in life is totally free, you know." She shifted her stance, folding her arms beneath her massive breasts and standing with her weight mainly on one leg as she continued.  "Rule Number One: you can't wish for more wishes. Three wishes to a customer, that's it. "Rule Number Two: I can't raise the dead. There are some things that even a genie can't do, not to mention that it's too creepy to even contemplate. "Rule Number Three: I can't kill anybody. You want someone dead, do it yourself. But don't ask, 'cause it ain't happening.  "Rule Number Four: I can't make anyone fall in love with you. You're gonna have to do that yourself, too. Any questions, Master?" Finally snapping out of his trance, Dan replied. "Yes, I have a question." "Shoot, Master." "Why do you look like Pandora Peaks?" "Is that her name? The name of the female whose form I chose?" the genie asked. "Yes, it is," Dan said. "She's a model - a woman who makes her living getting her picture taken," he explained. "I chose this form so I wouldn't scare the pants off you when I appeared, Master," the genie replied. "I took it from your subconscious memories; I chose the one that took up the most space in that part of your subconscious. And I must say, this 'Pandora Peaks' takes up quite a lot of space in your brain!" she said, smiling. "Is my form not pleasing to you, Master? I can change it if you'd like," the genie said. "No, no, no, your form is just fine! Believe me, it's just fine!" Dan replied, looking her up and down for the first time since she'd appeared. The genie smiled as he looked at her. "I'm glad you approve of my appearance," she said. Noticing the growing bulge in his crotch, she smiled and said, "And I see that your approval is growing as we speak!" Dan was embarrassed as he shifted in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection. "Well, you're the one who showed up looking like Pandora Peaks! I can't help what my reaction is, you know." "Yes, those things do have a mind of their own, don't they?" the genie said, her eyes clouding over a bit as she looked at the bulge of his cock through his pants.  Shaking her head, the genie said, "Well, where were we? Oh, yes, the wishes. What'll it be, Master? Fame? Fortune? Women? Those are the usual requests whenever someone lets me out of the bottle." "I don't want any of those," Dan replied, catching the genie off-guard.  "You don't?" she asked, puzzled. "Nope. What I want will bring me all of those, and more," he said. "I can't wait to hear this," the genie said, smiling that famous Pandora half-smile. "And remember, you have to make it in the form of a wish." "Easy enough," Dan replied. "First, I wish my cock and balls were twice as big as they are now, but proportional." "By 'proportional' you mean not just long but equally as big around, right?" the genie asked. "Right. Proportional as they are now, just twice as big." "Okay, got it. One king-sized set of family jewels coming up!" she said, standing upright and putting her hands back on her hips. "You might want to stand up for this," she advised. "It could get a little uncomfortable, not to mention painful, if you don't have enough room to grow, so to speak!" Dan stood up as she suggested, and with a snap of her fingers Dan's first wish came true. Dan felt a tingling wave of heat rush through his groin, and he felt his shaft and balls expanding and getting heavier. He looked down and saw the now-visible lump in his shorts and smiled. When he looked up at the genie he saw that she was staring at the lump in his shorts, too, and had a strange look in her eyes. She caught herself and shook her head slightly again, and then asked, "Okay, Master, now what would you like for your second wish? "I wish to have the stamina to stay hard for at least an hour if I so choose." He could have sworn he saw the genie gulp when he said this. "An hour?" she asked. "At least an hour," he replied, and she gulped again. "Wish Number Two coming up," she said, and she snapped her fingers again. Another flash of tingling heat swept through him, only this one felt...deeper. "And for your last wish, Master?" the genie asked. "For my last wish," Dan said, looking her right in the eyes, "I wish to be able to shoot three times as much cum per orgasm as a normal man."  This time he was sure that he heard the genie gasp, and he saw her eyes widen slightly and her mouth drop open. She was also slightly panting for breath as she said, "Three...three times as much...Your wish is my command, Master!"  A third tingling flash went through him, this one running down the underside of his shaft and circling around his balls before running up his spine and fading away. He looked down at the noticeable lump in his shorts and then looked up at the genie; she, too, was looking at his crotch, her mouth open slightly. She was finally able to pry her eyes off his crotch before speaking. "I have to ask, Master...just how big were you before I granted your first wish?" "A little more than six inches," Dan replied, "which means when I get hard now I should be..." "A little more than twelve inches!" the genie finished the sentence for him, her eyes wide and locked on his crotch. "And about as thick around as my wrist, if you granted my wish correctly," he said. "Oh, I did it right, I can guarantee you that," she replied, still staring down at the huge lump in his crotch. "You got exactly what you wished for. But then again," she said, looking up at Dan with a strange look in her eyes, "I don't suppose it would hurt to make sure, would it?" "No, I don't suppose it would," Dan replied, feeling his newly-enlarged cock start to twitch. Playing her game now since he knew what she wanted, Dan said, "But just how do you propose to make sure?" The genie looked up at him and said, "I think I have a pretty good idea of how to do it, Master!" She walked over to him then and kissed him long and deep, her tongue snaking into his mouth while her hand found the lump of his cock. She rubbed his hardening shaft with the palm of her hand as she kissed him, her tongue dancing with his, and Dan reached down and grabbed her by her round, firm cheeks and pulled her close to him. He could feel the mounds of her firm, massive breasts pressing into his chest as they kissed. His cock grew hard quickly beneath her touch, and she squeezed his heavy balls through his pants to encourage it along. After several long moments, the genie broke the kiss and stepped back from him, leaving them both short of breath. The heat in her eyes was plain to see as she took off the short vest she was wearing, dropping it to the floor. Then she pulled her top up over her breasts and slipped her arms out of it, taking it off over her head and dropping it next to the vest. Her huge round breasts bobbed and swayed with her movements, and her nipples were hard and erect.   Dan's cock was now fully erect, and he could feel the head pressing against the waistband of his shorts as it strained for release. He looked down for a moment and was amazed at the size of the lump pressing against his shorts.   He looked up at the genie again as she slipped out of her flimsy pantaloons, her eyes locked on his erection. She tossed them aside and then stood before him, hands on her shapely hips, naked except for the little genie hat she still had on her head.  "Your turn, Master," she said, a 'come fuck me!' smile on her face. Without a moment's hesitation Dan slipped out of his shoes, pulled his t-shirt up over his head and dropped it on the floor, and then reached down to unfasten his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear, so when he opened the waistband of his shorts the bulbous head of his mammoth cock popped out.   He let his shorts fall to the floor and then stepped out of them, his now-huge cock bobbing with his movements. He saw that the genie's eyes were wide with amazement and her mouth was hanging open as she looked at his cock; he looked down and was himself startled at what he saw. His cock was huge, thick and hard, pulsing slightly as the blood rushed through it. Dan had gotten exactly what he wished for – his cock was a little more than twelve inches long, as thick as his wrist, and was proportional in every way. The veins stood out prominently along the shaft, and the head was flared and full, a drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit.   His balls were equally as big, hanging low beneath his shaft, heavy and full with cum. The shaft was standing nearly straight up, and he had the feeling that it would stay that way for a long, long time. At least an hour. "My God, it's huge and it's so...it's so beautiful!" the genie said, transfixed by the sight of the massive cock in front of her, "I have to have it!" "Think you can handle this much cock?" Dan asked, still playing with her. She looked him dead in the eye and her response let no doubt. "Master, I've been locked up in that bottle for more than a thousand years, and at this point there's no cock too big for me to handle!" Then she walked over to him and kissed him again, long, hard and deep, her tongue snaking inside his mouth and dancing with his. She reached down and gripped his huge cock with both hands, squeezing it and pulling on it, then sliding one hand down to cup and squeeze his big, heavy balls.   Dan let his hands travel up and down the body of the woman he'd lusted after for so long, knowing that it wasn't really her but not caring. He lifted her giant round breasts in his hands, marveling at their weight and fullness. He tweaked her nipples between his fingers and then tugged on them, making her gasp.   He slid one hand down her flat stomach as she tugged and pulled on his cock, sliding her palm over the head and spreading the slick pre-cum around. She gasped again when he slipped a finger between her outer lips and found her very wet, and she jumped when he let his finger slide across her clit. She squeezed his cock hard in return. She broke off the kiss and dropped to her knees in front of him, the telephone pole of his cock right in front of her face. She licked the underside of the shaft from the base all the way up to the top and then back down again, sliding her smooth, wet tongue over his smooth-shaven balls.   She tried to suck one of them into her mouth but it was just too big, so she licked her way back up to the head of his cock and then slipped it into her mouth. It barely fit, it was so big, but she managed to engulf it completely. She swirled her tongue around the mammoth head of his cock, making Dan moan with pleasure as he rested his hands on her shoulders.   She slowly slid her lips down the thick length of his cock as much as she could, but it was too thick and too big for her to get much more than three or four inches into her wet mouth. Still, Dan was impressed. "Wow! I didn't think you'd be able to do that," Dan said as she slid her mouth back up his shaft, releasing it from her mouth with a sucking pop. "I thought it'd be too big and thick for you to get any of it in your mouth!" "If you liked that, you're gonna love this!" she said, and then she ran her tongue up and down the side of his cock. When she got to the spot just behind the flared head, she opened her mouth and her tongue snaked out, sliding under his cock and then wrapping itself around his shaft.   Her tongue slid around and around his thick pole like a snake, encircling his hard shaft again and again. He watched in amazement as her tongue continued to grow in length as it wrapped around his cock until nearly half of his shaft was encircled.   Then the genie tightened her tongue around his cock and started to move her head up and down, sliding her wet, slippery tongue up and down the length of his cock. Her tongue gripped his pole tightly as it slid up and down his length, and he knew that she could make him cum like this if she really wanted to!   After a few minutes of tugging on his cock with her snake-like tongue the genie released her grip on him, her tongue slipping around his shaft in retreat and back into her mouth. She licked her lips as she looked up at him, smiling. Dan was absolutely amazed. "How in the hell did you do that?" Dan asked, amazed. "Hey, I'm a genie; I can do anything I want!" she said, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. "And right now I want to wrap my tits around this monster cock of yours before I fuck you and see just how long you can stay hard and how much cum you can shoot!" With that she stood up and led him into his bedroom, grabbing onto his cock and leading him with it. Once there she pushed him onto the bed and quickly climbed on between his legs, her huge breasts sliding against his thighs as she moved up to wrap them around his cock.   He held his cock up for her as she lifted her huge breasts up with both hands and wrapped them tightly around his cock. His cock was huge but so were her breasts, and nearly all of it disappeared between her massive tits. Just the head was visible, and the pre-cum was flowing like a stream from the tip.   She slid her big tits up and down the length of his shaft, tit-fucking his huge cock and getting her mounds slick with his pre-cum. She lowered her mouth to the head of his cock and sucked on it as she slid her tits up and down his length, squeezing them tight around his shaft. Dan just lay back and watched her work, enjoying the sensations rippling through him as she fucked him with her massive breasts. After several very pleasurable minutes of this, the genie released his cockhead from her mouth and looked up at him, the lust plain in her eyes.  "I could make you cum like this, but I think I'll save that for later!" she said, releasing his cock from between her tits. It slapped down against his stomach as she quickly climbed up on top of him, her huge breasts swaying back and forth as she moved. She positioned herself above him on her hands and knees, then leaned down and kissed him hard, her big breasts pressing against his chest as she pressed her mound against the underside of his cock. He could feel her wetness flowing out of her slit and coating the underside of his shaft as she slowly slid it up and down against his cock. She broke off the kiss and looked down at him, fire in her eyes. "And now, Master, I'm going to fuck you!" she said breathlessly. "I wish you would!" he said. She smiled a wicked smile as she replied. "You only get three wishes, Master," she said as she sat up and then squatted above his cock, lifting the huge shaft up and rubbing the head between the outer lips of her pussy, "I'm doing this for me!" And with that she lowered herself down on the monstrous cock, the bulbous head pushing apart and then slipping past the swollen outer lips, stretching her opening as it slid inside her tight, wet tunnel. She closed her eyes and moaned as she pushed down with her hips, slowly sliding down on the massive hard shaft, feeling the huge flared head slide deeper inside her pussy, stretching her to the limit as it filled her. She gasped and panted for breath as she spoke. "My God, this thing is huge!" she moaned as she slid further down on his cock. "I love it!" Dan watched in amazement as she took his huge, thick cock deeper and deeper inside her tight, wet pussy with one slow, deliberate motion, pushing down with her hips, her pussy stretching and expanding, until she had more than two-thirds of it inside her tunnel.   She paused then, panting for breath, and Dan could feel her inner muscles shifting and twitching around his shaft as she adjusted to the massive pole inside her. Her pussy was tight on his thick shaft, and very wet. "Oh my God," she gasped, "your cock is so big! I've never felt one so big before!" "Why not just make your pussy bigger so it can fit better?" Dan asked. "Aahh...." She gasped as she slid down a little further, "Wouldn't be as much fun...for either of us...oohh...would it, Master?" "Can you take it all like this?" Dan asked. "Hey," the genie replied, panting slightly, "Like I said before, I'm a genie...aaahh...I can do anything I want, and right now...I want your big cock inside of me...all of it!" A look of determination crossed her face, and looking Dan straight in the eyes she sat straight up and impaled herself down onto his massive cock, taking all of it inside her pussy. She threw her head back and cried out with delight as his long, thick cock filled and stretched her pussy;   Dan could feel the firm cheeks of her ass resting on his big, heavy balls and he could feel the head of his cock pressing hard against the end of her tunnel. Her pussy was hot, wet, and very tight wrapped around his cock.   He looked down at her sitting on his hips with his huge cock completely inside her pussy, and he could have sworn he saw a long bulge in her abdomen in the outline of his cock! He felt like he had died and gone to heaven.  f a n t a s y ( ii ) The genie leaned forward and rested on her hands, placing them on either side of his body. Her huge, firm breasts rested against his chest and he could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples poking into his skin. "Now let's see about that hour of stamina you wished for," she said, gripping her pussy around his shaft. "At least an hour," Dan replied, reaching up and grasping her mammoth breasts with both hands. He lifted her breasts up to his face, sucking first on one nipple and then the other as she moaned and began sliding up and down the entire length of his thick, hard shaft.   Her pussy was hot, wet and tight around his cock and she knew just how to use it, sliding up his pole until just the head was trapped inside her, then sliding all the way back down and taking his entire length in one long, fluid motion. She gripped and squeezed his cock with her inner muscles as she fucked him, milking his cock with every stroke.   She moaned with pleasure as the massive meat stretched and filled her pussy over and over again, and she felt the sensations building inside her.  "Oh, Master," she moaned as she slid up and down on his cock, "I'm gonna cum...all over your big, hard cock...I'm gonna cum....mmmm....I'm gonna cum NOW! AAAHHH!!"  She came hard, and Dan could feel her ass twitching and her pussy muscles clamping down on his shaft as she came, never slowing her motions, continuing to slide up and down on his massive cock, taking all twelve inches of his thick pole inside her with every stroke.   He squeezed her huge, round breasts hard as she came, and he felt her pussy clamp down in return. She came long and hard, so long that he thought she'd never stop cumming, but she finally did. Her massive orgasm left her gasping for breath and covered with a fine layer of sweat.  "Oh, my God!" she said, slowing down her movements but not stopping, "That was great! I thought I'd never stop cumming!" "Neither did I," Dan replied. "You gotta remember," she panted, still slowly sliding up and down his shaft which was still rock-hard, "I haven't had a hard cock inside me in more than a thousand years! I have a lot of pent-up energy to get rid of!" "How many times can you cum?" Dan asked, his hands still squeezing and massaging her huge tits. "Back-to-back or total?" she asked, still slipping up and down on his cock. "Both," he said, pulling on her nipples. She moaned in response and then replied. "Back-to-back, my record is three. Total, my personal best is ten. But then again," she said, pausing her speech to catch her breath but not stopping her motions, "I've never had a cock like this one inside me before, and I've never been with a man who could keep up with me, either!" "That sounds like a challenge!" Dan said. "Just stating the facts," she replied, looking down at him and smiling. She cocked one eyebrow and then said, "So, wanna break some records, Master?" "Is that a wish I hear?" Dan asked, smiling in return. "Yes, it is," she replied, smiling back. "Remember," Dan taunted, playfully squeezing her breasts, "you have to make it in the form of a wish!"  The genie laughed and then said, "Okay, Master, I wish that you would fuck me with your huge cock and make me cum more than I ever have before!" "Your wish is my command, genie!" Dan said. He gripped her firmly by the waist and held her there as he pushed up with his cock, going deeper than ever inside her already-filled pussy.   She cried out as he filled her and continued thrusting up and down, holding her fast while he pushed his massive cock in and out of her pussy. She braced her hands against his chest as he fucked her from below, driving his cock in and out of her in firm, steady strokes over and over again, quickly driving her to the brink of orgasm. "I'm...gonna....cummm!" she panted, and then cried out again as her orgasm hit. Dan continued thrusting as she came over and over again. "Aaahh...one....." she panted, "mmmm....here cums another one....aaaahhh!" she cried as Dan continued to stroke her pussy, driving his cock up hard. "Oh God! Another one....aaaahhh!!" She cried out loud as the third powerful orgasm rocked her slim body. Dan could feel her pussy muscles twitching and fluttering around his thick shaft, and he continued thrusting upwards. "Again....oh....yessss.....here it....cums....again!! AAAHHHH!!" she screamed as her fourth orgasm hit, followed quickly by another one. "Oh...oh...give it to me...hard...yes...here it is...FIVE!" she grimaced with pleasure as the sensations rippled through her body. "Now it's time to go for the gold!" Dan said, and before she could recover from her fifth consecutive orgasm he flipped her over onto her back, quickly moved in between her legs, and grabbed her by the ankles.   He lifted her feet up next to the sides of his head, his mammoth cock pointing right at her open pussy. She reached down and guided the head against her opening and then he pushed, thrusting in hard and deep, burying his massive pole inside her pussy with one thrust. Dan fucked the genie hard, holding her ankles up as he drove his cock in and out of her in long, deliberate strokes. Her massive breasts bounced around on her chest like two beach balls caught in a rip tide as he slammed his cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy.   She reached up and grabbed her breasts with her hands, squeezing them together and pulling on the nipples as Dan drove in and out of her. She came again and again as Dan fucked her hard and deep, holding her legs up by the ankles the whole time. Then Dan let go of her ankles and dropped down on top of her, mashing her huge round breasts between them. He slid his hands under her firm ass and gripped her asscheeks in his hands, squeezing them hard as he continued thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy.   She wrapped her legs around his waist, clamping them tight around him as he fucked her and just held on as he drove her to orgasm again and again. At one point, she clamped her mouth down on his shoulder and sucked hard, intent on giving him a world-class hickey as a souvenir.   This only made him thrust harder and she came again in response, crying out with pleasure and leaving her gasping for breath beneath him. He released her ass from his grip and held himself up above her, smiling as he looked down on her while he continued thrusting in and out of her pussy. "My God," she panted, "you're a regular fucking machine! You're gonna fuck me to death!" "Well, you know what they say," Dan said, also panting for breath, "be careful what you wish for, because you just may get it!" With that he sat up and pulled out of her, his huge thick cock glistening with her juices. He reached down and flipped the genie over onto her stomach, then grabbed her by the hips and stood her up on all fours. He quickly moved in behind her and guided the bulbous head of his cock back to her pussy and pushed, thrusting into her again.   Then he grabbed her by the hips and began really pounding her, driving hard and fast, thrusting his long, thick cock in and out of her pussy in long, hard, deep strokes. "Oh! Oh my God, yes! Yes! Fuck me harder! Harder!" she screamed as he pounded in and out of her, gripping her tightly by the hips. He kept up his motions as the genie began cumming over and over again, crying out with each orgasm. He pounded her continually in long, deep strokes, pulling back on her hips as he thrust forward.   He could feel his balls banging against her clit as he fucked her and she came again and again. Her big, heavy breasts slapped against each other with the force of his strokes; all she could do was grab two handfuls of sheet and hang on! She lost track of time, but not the number of times she had cum. When she finally couldn't take any more, she begged him to stop. "Okay, okay!" she panted between thrusts, "Please, I can't take any more! You've...unh!....fucked me so hard....aaagghh...please, cum for me! Unnhh...aagghh...cum for me....I want to feel you cum!" "You're not only gonna feel it," Dan replied, "you're gonna see it!" Then he flipped her over onto her back and mounted her again, driving his thick cock into her once more.   She reached up and grabbed his nipples between her fingers, pulling and pinching on them as he drove his huge cock in and out of her sopping, stretched-out pussy. She was intent on making him cum, and she didn't have long to wait. She could feel his cock widen inside her and knew that he was going to explode at any second. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled on his nipples hard. Dan cried out as his orgasm hit with a force unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. He thrust forward as his cock exploded deep inside the genie's pussy, immediately flooding her with an ocean of cum. His cock was shooting in long, intense spurts, and he could feel the cum racing out of his big balls and up his shaft to spew out of the end of his cock.   The genie could feel his cock throbbing and pumping inside her pussy as it filled her up with cum. After the third long spurt Dan pulled out of the genie's pussy to finish shooting his load all over her stomach and breasts. She quickly grabbed his spurting, shooting cock with both hands and pumped it, squeezing the cum out of him.   He came over and over again, shooting stream after stream of hot, thick cum all over the genie. By the time he finally finished cumming, the genie's breasts and stomach were covered with long, thick streams of white cum. She continued pumping and squeezing his cock with her hands until the last drop slipped out of the tip and dropped down onto her stomach.   Then, finally, she felt Dan's mammoth cock begin to soften. She let it slip out of her hands to plop down onto her mound as Dan sat back to catch his breath. She was covered with cum, and he was covered with sweat. "So," Dan panted, "how was that? Did we do it?" he asked, and the genie's smile answered his questions before she spoke. "We sure did! I came five times back-to-back, and came a total of twenty-two times!" The pleasure was evident on her face as she spoke. "But how about you? How long did you stay hard? I kind of lost track, the way you were fucking me!" "I glanced at the clock right before you sat down on me. According to the clock, we went at it for an hour and ten minutes!"  The genie smiled in response. "Like I said, Master, I can guarantee my results!" "You certainly can!" Dan replied. "Now I guess we ought to get cleaned up, huh? I've made quite a mess all over you!" "My God, I've never seen so much cum! But please, allow me!" the genie said, and snapped her fingers. Instantly they were both clean, dry, and fully clothed; Dan was sitting on the couch in the living room and the genie was standing in front of him, hands on her hips, a big grin on her face. "Master, I must ask...how will your three wishes grant you fame and fortune? I can see how it would draw women to you, but I don't understand how the fame and fortune will happen." "Simple, genie. I'm going to become a porn star. With equipment like this, I can't go wrong!" "No, you certainly can't!" she said, moving over to sit next to him on the couch. "You sure gave me the fucking of my life, and I've been around for a very long time!" "Speaking of being around for a long time, what will you do now? Do you have to leave right away, or can you stay for a while?" Dan asked. "Why, Master, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were asking me to stay here with you!" "Well, would that be so bad?" Dan asked, blushing a bit. She smiled at him as she said, "No, Master, I don't think it would be bad at all. Actually, I think it would be rather fun! On one condition, of course," she said, putting a finger to her bottom lip in mock thought. "And what condition would that be?" Dan asked. The genie looked at him out of the corner of her eye as she replied. "On the condition that you use that big cock of yours on me like you just did any time you want!" "That's gonna be a lot," Dan said, smiling at her. "Would that be so bad?" she asked, smiling. "No, I don't think it would!" Dan replied. "Say, Master, would you like to see the inside of my lamp?" she asked, her eyes lighting up at the thought of getting him onto her very own round bed and not letting him up until they'd set another new record or two. "Can we get out when we want to?" Dan asked. "Sure we can! Only a curse can keep me in there, and I don't think you're going to put a curse on me, are you?" "Certainly not!" "Good! Then let's go!" she said, and snapped her fingers. With a flash and a puff of smoke they were gone, the scent of jasmine hanging in the air of the now-empty room, soft laughter coming from the lamp on the floor. n o n c o n s e n s u a l     It wasn't auspicious for a relationship; he wasn't quite...right. Not that there was anything wrong with him per se, because there wasn't. We had met online through one of those dating apps; he was sweet and funny and intelligent.   Normally he would have been perfect, but I needed something...more. I enjoyed the relationship, but it was nearing six months and I knew he was getting impatient to take things to the next level. He never said it, but I could tell, and I just wasn't feeling it. Until. It was supposed to be a break-up dinner actually. The plan was to have a light meal and let him down gently, but I had a meeting to run late and had to cancel. When he suggested we meet at my place—he'd cook and we would have a quiet evening in—I didn't have the heart to say no.    He was enthusiastic about it, and the promise of not having to cook or order out was too much of a temptation. So while I finished up some paper work he stopped by for my key and, with a quick peck in the cheek, was off to get started. I sighed. I would just have to do it tomorrow instead. The drive to my house seemed longer than usual that evening. My house sits just outside of city limits, in a more rural part of the county. Normally I enjoyed the drive, just me and my thoughts while I decompressed, but I felt a twinge of guilt as I pulled into the drive and saw his truck sitting there. Tomorrow, I told myself. I would tell him tomorrow, but tonight I was going to enjoy a meal I didn't cook and an evening of good company. The house smelled heavenly when I opened the door, roasted meat and spices with a tang of citrus, causing my stomach to rumble. "Smells delicious!" I called, kicking off my heels at the door and dropping my keys in the bowl on the stand. "I'm going to shower if I have time." "Be done in about twenty." I heard his voice from the kitchen before he leaned around the doorframe, a strange expression on his face. His typically relaxed, open features seemed a little strained, his smile a little tight. He knows, I thought with an inward grimace. He knows I was going to break things off with him today, and he's upset. Ughh. I hated making people upset. "Are you alright?" I had to ask, to see how he was taking this. I didn't want to hurt him, but if things weren't working... well, it was better this way. He didn't answer, just arched his eyebrow at me and pointed a sauce-coated spoon down the hallway as a silent gesture to get going. The shower was lovely, the heat soothing. It took a little longer to get my hair dry than usual, but eventually I emerged, wrapped in my fluffy bathrobe since I had left my evening clothes in my bedroom. He startled me as I left the bathroom. For some reason I hadn't expected him to be there, I thought he'd still be in the kitchen and his sudden appearance caused me to jump slightly. He seemed a little tense, imposing. His expression made me uneasy. He looked almost predatory. "Oh! Just give me a minute and I will be dressed. Is dinner ready then?" He didn't respond, just watched me with a slight smirk. My pulse picked up as I tried to reason through his strange behavior. Perhaps it was the bathrobe—I needed to get dressed ASAP—so I edged forward toward my bedroom. The door I saw was slightly open. I frowned at it as I padded forward. I was sure I closed it when I left that morning. I always did. A few more steps and I pushed the door completely open, stepping inside. Everything looked fine, except...The bottom drawer of the nightstand was open. I felt a stab of panic. Oh no. That's where I kept...things. Personal things. Personal things I didn't want people to see... especially the boyfriend I was on the verge of dumping. My intent was to turn around and ask if he had been in my bedroom—what kind of person snoops through someone's home while they're gone?—but just as I registered the thought to do so, I felt him behind me. So close I could smell the faint lingering scent of aftershave. I stiffened, wary. Waiting. He was making me nervous, even more so since his discovery of my secret. I wasn't sure what he was going to do—confront me? Call me a freak or threaten to expose me to my family, friends, colleagues? But he just leaned down until his breath was in my ear and whispered, "You have three minutes for find a way out of this house. Find it and I will walk away without a word. If I catch you...you're mine." I shivered involuntarily, feeling the color drain from my face. Not only had he found out, he'd set a trap. For a second I stayed frozen, a whir of emotions and thoughts as his words settled. One exit. Three minutes. His if I failed. Tingling flush spreading through my body, turning my face pink and causing a faint dampness in my nether regions. Oh god. I was not getting aroused by this. I was sure he wouldn't actually hurt me if I refused. I could deny his terms, tell him I didn't want to play along. I wasn't sure what the options would be from there—would he leave? Would we sit down to dinner and pretend nothing happened? Would I want that? These thoughts collided in the space of seconds. He continued to watch me, waiting on me to reach my decision. I could refuse or I could accept his terms...knowing what the outcome would be if I were caught. My decision must have shown on my face, because he smiled wickedly at me. I did the only thing I could do at that point. He was taller than me and stronger, so I knew I couldn't outrun him for long. I would have to be quick. I had to find the exit. I didn't care that I was in a bathrobe or that it was still daylight outside. I didn't have close neighbors so that didn't matter; all I could focus on was finding a way out. Down the short hall, a quick turn into the kitchen (ignoring the rumbling of my stomach), where the door was locked. I cursed softly, back-peddling to the living room. I could hear him behind me, causing my adrenaline to spike his footsteps came gradually closer. I panicked, my hands fumbling with the knob of the front door, fighting to get it open. Footsteps, much closer. Slow, measured, even. He wasn't in a hurry, confident that I wouldn't find the door he'd left unlocked. I turned, watching him exiting the hall. He was closing in; I would have to hurry if I wanted to get past him to the rest of the house. I should have started there, I thought. How much time did I have left? I knew I had wasted time on the door, trying to force it open. Maybe if I could draw him further into the room...I could duck past him and make it to the back. With this in mind I edged toward the sofa, eyes locked on his as he moved slowly toward me. Judging the distance between him and the hall as sufficient, I made my move, darting forward suddenly. All my attention was focused on reaching the hallway. If I could make it there, I could get to the back of the house...there had to be an escape. I was so focused on my escape I didn't hear him behind me. An arm snaked around my waist, pulling me backward in a single swift motion. I squealed, struggling futilely while he tangled his other hand in my hair, pulling my head to the side. "Time's up, little girl." His breath was in my ear, making me shiver. "You are mine now." My heart lodged itself in my throat. I was suddenly full of panic, struggling against his hold, afraid of this side of him that I had never witnessed before. Normally he was so mellow and easy going. This was unlike him, and it frightened me. Mostly. As hard as my logical mind tried to deny it, I couldn't ignore the pulses of pleasure spiking through me. Was it the game that was so arousing to me, or the sudden change in his demeanor? Could it be both? He kept his grip firm, dragging me down the hall and into my bedroom. I stopped fighting his hold, which wasn't showing any signs of easing. There wasn't really a point anyway; he was stronger than I was, his hold unyielding. I shivered, feeling his breath on the sensitive skin below my ear as he nuzzled my neck, feathering kisses down to my shoulder and up again. "Mm. Such a bad girl. I've read all those naughty things you fantasize about, I know you are soaking wet. What's to stop me from bending you over and taking you now?" "Please..." I was afraid of him doing just that, despite my arousal. I decided I didn't have a choice, I had to tell him my secret. "Please? Please what, little slut?" "Please don't...I can't...please." Suddenly I felt his teeth on my skin, nibbling and biting, causing my legs to become watery and my pulse to quicken. "You can't? Seems like you want to. You do want to, don't you?" I did, desperately. His shift in attitude had sparked my submissiveness, making me wet and aroused. But I was also nervous and anxious. I had to say something. "Please...I'm...I'm a virgin." I waited, my breath held. His mouth stopped abruptly, his arm flexing convulsively. I could tell he wasn't expecting that; his body tensed as he processed the new information. I could almost feel him thinking, weighing the options. He could let me go, pretend this never happened, and resume our mundane courtship. He could walk away. Or he could continue. Without warning he released me, roughly pulling my robe off and throwing it somewhere behind him. Before I had the chance to try to cover myself he bent me over, face-first onto the bed. I tried pushing away but he grabbed my arms, twisting them behind my back and forcing my face back down. Struggling was useless, my wrists were securely clamped in one of his hands. Twisting away merely made my arms ache with strain; within a few minutes I had exhausted my avenues of escape and resigned myself to whatever he had planned. "Comfortable?" His voice sounded amused now, his free hand running across my hip. I relaxed. If he was amused, he wasn't likely to hurt me. At least, I didn't think he was. "You ran from me, little girl." He still sounded amused, but with a definite edge again. "Bad little girls get spanked." His words had barely registered when I felt the first swat. I squealed, a faint stinging seeping into my flesh. I squirmed again, trying to escape, but he refused to let go. Holding me tightly he continued, alternating cheeks while I gasped and cried. Eventually the spanking ceased. His hand roved soothingly across my hot skin while I struggled to catch my breath. It was far more intense than I had imagined it would be. "Enjoy that, little girl?" He still sounds amused, but I know better than to feel relaxed now. I shook my head, hiccupping slightly, catching my breath. He chuckled, his free hand sliding down to cup my mound. It was swollen and hot; his fingers lightly probed between the folds, feeling the wetness there. "Liar," he whispered. Releasing my arms he took a step back, rummaging in the bottom drawer of my nightstand. I remained where I was, flushed and embarrassed and incredibly aroused. I thought about standing to ease the ache in my arms but he hadn't told me to, and I didn't want another spanking. Or worse. And at this point, I wasn't certain what he would do. "Up." He was close behind me again, leaving me no option but to climb onto the bed. The coolness of the sheets felt heavenly against my flaming backside as I sat. With an imperious gesture he motioned for me to lie back; I complied, smiling softly as he fastened a leather cuff around my wrist. Gently he pulled my arm upward, attaching it to the metal headboard. I sighed, feeling my apprehension melt away. Bound this way felt natural. Like I was where I was meant to be. Perhaps it was. He noticed my calm, grinning at me as he ran his fingertips across my skin. Down my arms, spreading out to caress my chest, my sides; down my stomach, over my thighs. Soft currents of sensation traveled throughout my body at each caress, counterpoint to the stinging heat. Barely touching, his fingers skimmed across my body. Finally his fingers found my core, sliding between the slick folds. I moaned and arched against him, seeking more; he continued with light, feathery strokes, but avoiding my most sensitive and attention-seeking nub of flesh. I arched, growing ever-wetter and more swollen, hips shifting, trying to maneuver his teasing touch to where I needed it most. Ever-so-lightly his finger tip stroked across my clit, causing me to gasp. Pleasure shot through me. His teasing had left me exquisitely sensitive, each touch sending shocks of sensation through my nervous system. He grinned wickedly before dipping his head down to place a light kiss where his fingertip was a moment before. Sharp pleasure ripped through me, causing me to thrust upward and gasp. Chuckling he began kissing my nether region slowly, tongue sliding between the folds, occasionally flicking over my engorged clit.   I moaned and fidget. His fingers spread me open while he licked and suckled, pressing his tongue into my opening. I groaned loudly as he moved back up to my clit, working a finger inside me. My muscles tensed and I knew I was close to cumming but you raised up before I reached the precipice. "Don't you dare cum," he growled. He wedged a second finger inside, stretching me, curling against my g spot and making me whimper in desperation. "If you cum without permission I will have to spank your needy little clit, girl." My soaking, throbbing pussy spasmed at his words. It was sinfully erotic, tapping into one of my deepest fantasies. "You like that, hm? What a filthy girl you are, little slut." I moaned in response. Once again he dipped his head to my clit, wrapping his lips around it, his tongue dancing across the sensitive flesh. I squealed, hips thrusting toward him as his fingers working my g spot. I begged and pleaded, frantic with need. Thrusting his fingers rapidly he lifted his head long enough to give me the command. My body tensed, muscles convulsing while I shuddered, his mouth once again ravishing my sex, drawing out my release. For several long minutes I was aware only of the aftershocks of my orgasm. Eventually the haze began to fade and I became cognizant of his movement, realizing he was removing his shirt and jeans.   I watched as he climbed astride me, felt the heat of his skin against mine as he straddled across my hips. His cock was warm and hard, resting against the plushness of my abdomen and I glanced at it and away again, feeling bashful. He laughed at my shyness. His hands were soft and soothing as they slid over my skin, caressing and teasing. Gripping my hips he raised me up, running his cock up and down my sopping slit. "Look at me." His voice was soft, but firm. My eyes opened, locking with his; there was heat in his gaze that made me tremble. "I want to memorize your face as I possess you for the first time." Heart pounding, my eyes widened as he gently placed the tip against my opening, pressing forward slightly. I stiffened and he paused, waiting for me to relax again. I couldn't help but to tense as he gradually sank into me, a faint burning as he stretched me causing me to wince. He was patient, waiting until my expression eased before pressing further inward. Finally he halted, his hip against my thighs, completely embedded. My eyes fluttered closed as I registered the feeling of the head of his cock pressing against my cervix. I felt impossibly full, exquisitely aware of each pulse and twitch as he waited for my body to adjust. Leaning forward, his hands slid across the skin of my stomach and upward while his lips captured mine in a passionate kiss. My breath caught as he rocked gently, sliding out slightly before sinking back in, gradually moving faster as he trailed nibbles down my throat and across my chest. I was lost in the feeling of him above me, caressing and kissing and thrusting; the sensations colliding and swirling, consuming me. His pace increased, slowly at first, accelerating until he was driving into me. Again and again and again, his hands on my thighs, his mouth fluttering kisses across my neck and shoulder. I could feel him moving inside me hard and fast, feel his lips on my skin, hear his breath in my ear. My muscles tensed. I was close again, breathing harshly as he continued thrusting. His hands slid down my hips and under me, gripping my ass and lifting me upward; I arched upward, suddenly convulsing as my second orgasm swept over me. With another hard thrust he buried himself deeply, the head of his cock hard against my cervix. "Mine," he growled, his cock swelling and twitching as he erupted inside me. For a long moment we simply laid there, heartbeats and breathing settling gradually, his hands absentmindedly tracing designs on my skin. After a few minutes he unsnapped my cuffs, pulling me in a loose embrace. I sighed softly, feeling sleepy and content, but not quite able to cover the rumblings of my stomach. I felt his chuckle more than I heard it. "Is that a hint?" "You are the one who cooked all that delicious-smelling food earlier." And besides, it had been a long time since lunch. I was justifiably starving. "Well, let's feed you little girl." He stood, tossing my robe to the bed before rummaging for his jeans. "You'll need your strength for the things I have planned for you." i n c e s t   It all started with a lap dance. My buddy Charlie had been bugging me every day for the last two weeks to head out for a night on the town with him.   I'd just gotten out of a relationship a month ago and Charlie had taken it upon himself to, as he put it, "help me transition out of the doldrums of monogamy and into the sheer awesome joy of swinging bachelor bliss." Charlie's kind of an idiot.   But he was right about one thing. It was time to stop moping around. So, I put on a nice shirt, ran a comb through my hair, and headed out for a night of bachelor bliss. Now I just assumed that we'd hit up one of the bars in town and flirt with drunk girls, but as Charlie shifted into park, the large neon sign that read "Centerfold" told me that he had a different plan in mind. I was a little reluctant, but Charlie told me that he'd chosen this place especially for me. "Dan," he said. "These women are gorgeous. They are naked. And they are here to dance, for us. For you and me Danny-boy. The least we can do is watch." Made sense to me, so I followed him in. We got a couple of drinks and some bills from the bar and took a booth close to the stage. Every seat up front was filled, so I figured we'd chill for a while until we got a chance at the stage. "Noelle" was announced over the loudspeaker, and I turned around to see if this place was worth the cover charge. It was. This girl was nothing short of a goddess. Even in the dim light and haze of the crowded club I could make out her sleek blonde hair, her full ripe breasts, her tight flat stomach, and her plump, but firm ass. She was a very enthusiastic dancer too, working the pole like an acrobat, writhing and thrusting on stage as eager patrons dropped dollar after dollar on the stage. Unfortunately, about half-way through the last song of the set, I felt the beers I'd downed earlier that evening catch up to me and I darted to the bathroom. I cursed my now empty bladder as I walked out of the crowded bathroom, hoping that the set I'd just seen wasn't Noelle's last for the night. Charlie was there to meet me as I opened the door. "Dude," he said grinning. "I am officially the best friend you've ever hand. That girl you were drooling over before you took off. You are getting a dance from her, right now. You can thank me later." "What about you?" I asked. "This half-Asian chick asked me for a dance while you were in the can. I've got this thing for half-Asian chicks." "Cool, whatever. Let's go." We hurried to the back of the club as the next dancer finished her set. We paid the bouncer and each of us took a seat in a pair of plush leather chairs. Charlie gave me a thumbs up as his half-Asian stripper made his way to his chair. I clapped my knees in anticipation as Noelle turned the corner, but as she got closer, the look on my face turned to something other than anticipation. You see, as she came face to face with me, I finally got to see her face, and I was shocked to realize that I knew this woman. It was my sister, Courtney. We blinked at each other for a few seconds. She didn't seem to know what to do any more than I did. She glanced furtively at the bouncer, who nodded. I glanced furtively at Charlie, who also nodded. We look back at each other, both realizing that there wasn't a way out of this that didn't involve a lot of explaining. She straddled me, her full, bare breasts pressing into me as she leaned into me. "We'll talk later, ok?" she whispered as she untied her top. "Sure," I breathed hoarsely as it slid off of her breasts. The music kicked on. I don't remember what song, but it started out slow. Courtney swayed slowly back and forth, arching her back, causing her breasts to heave up and down as she breathed. As the music picked up, she turned around, grinding her ass hard against my cock, which was rock hard, incest be damned.   As she thrusted against me, I placed my hand awkwardly at her waist, fighting the urge to grasp something lower. Before I knew it, she spun around again, pushing herself further up. Her breasts dangled inches from my face. I could make out the specks of glitter that adorned her nipples, which stood erect. Courtney drove her pelvis into mine, effectively dry humping me. She arched her back again, looking me straight in the eye, and then she leaned forward, making her nipple graze my lips and cheek. If I hadn't known any better, I would have sworn that she did that on purpose.   As she continued to massage my cock through my jeans, it dawned on me that only a few layers of cloth were keeping me from fucking my big sister. Worst of all, I knew that I didn't want it to end, especially when she grasped my hands and drew them up to the swell of her beautiful breasts. Eventually, it did. As the song faded out, Courtney withdrew from my lap. Beads of sweat glistened her neck and cleavage, and I was pretty sure that she was panting slightly, though I could barely hear over the sound of my own heartbeat. She smiled slightly, picked up her top and walked away quickly. I staggered out of the chair, barely managing to return the high five that Charlie eagerly awaited. I had just gotten a lap dance from my older sister. Half-sister technically; we had different fathers. I was still trying to process this, but to Charlie, the night was still young. Some seats opened up at the stage and we sat down in a couple on the side. He was nice enough to smack me over the head as a reminder to get my singles out for the next set. Of course, "Noelle" was the next girl to take the stage. I got what I wished for anyway. Courtney came out in a cowgirl outfit, complete with hat, boots, and frills. She saw me right away, so I expected her to avoid our side like the plague.   Instead, a few pole tricks later, her little pink cowgirl hat was on my head and her pussy was in my face. I couldn't understand it. We didn't tip any better than anyone else at the stage. She made a show of moving around the stage, but she spent the overwhelming majority of her time on our side. We stayed for a few more sets after that, but I was afraid that if Courtney took the stage again I would need some paper towels. I talked Charlie into bailing and we made our way to the car. Charlie was way too hammered to drive, so he passed the keys to me. Watching my sister dance had left me sober as a judge. I let Charlie crash on my couch. I didn't think there was any way I'd be able to fall asleep at that point, but it was one in the morning by the time we got to my apartment. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out. Not that I slept all that well. Every time I went to sleep I'd hear Courtney screaming in delight as I plunged deeper into her, fucking her like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. I'd wake up in a clammy sweat each time, sickened and ashamed that I wanted nothing more than to screw my own sister. By the time the next morning came around, I felt like I'd been hit by a train. Charlie on the other hand was in a great mood. He handed me a cup of coffee, grinning like a fool. "So," he asked slowly. "Did you have a good time?" "Uh huh," I grunted. "Do anything crazy?" he asked slyly. I was starting to get suspicious. Charlie was with me pretty much the whole time. What could he be alluding to? "Like what?" I asked. "Oh I don't know," he said smugly. "Maybe, get a lap dance from your sister?" He proudly held up the picture of me and Courtney that normally hung on my living room wall. My stomach dropped. "You knew, the whole time?" I asked, my hands shaking. "Of course dude. I told you I picked out this place just for you," he said, smiling triumphantly. "What! How? Why? Dude!?" I sputtered. "March 25th, 2007. I looked at this picture and said, 'Danny-boy, are you hitting that? This girl is unbelievable.' You said, 'Dude, that's my sister.' I said, 'Sister or not, that girl is fucking gorgeous. Please tell me you've at least seen her naked.' You said, 'Of course not, don't be gross.' I said, 'Oh get off our high horse. I'll bet you twenty bucks that if you had the opportunity to see her naked, you'd take it.' You said, 'Yeah, sure. Whatever Charlie.' Booyah!" Charlie exclaimed with fervent energy. "You tricked me into getting a lap dance from my sister just to win a bet!?" I yelled incredulously. "Yep. By the way, you owe me twenty bucks, " he replied calmly. "The lap dance cost twenty bucks!" I screamed. "And it was the best twenty bucks I ever spent. Or you ever spent, I guess," he said, laughing. I was fuming. Charlie had played his fair share of practical jokes over the years. Hell, I'd even helped with a few of them, but this one took the cake. He must have sensed my fury, or at least noticed the blood vessel that was throbbing in my temple, as he tried to calm me down. "Oh come on. What's there to get worked up over? Siblings see each other naked all the time," he said cheerfully. "When they're little kids, maybe!" "Ok, so you put it off a little. No big deal. I made out with my cousin at a bar once. Didn't notice that it was her until she wrote her name down by her number. It just made Thanksgiving a little awkward, that's all." "Ass in G-string grinding into my crotch. Bare breasts dangling in front of my face. Sister! How do you not understand how that's different?" I asked incredulously. Just then my phone rang. I glanced down at the caller ID. Courtney's picture and number popped up. "It's Courtney," I said flatly. "Ask her if she does private parties. Dude, ask her," he said eagerly. "Charlie, go home," I said with exasperation. "Don't forget, you owe me those twenty bucks," he said as he walked out the door. As it clicked shut I slid my phone open. "Hi Sis," I said, suddenly weary. "Dan, we need to talk," she said, straight to the point. "Can I come over tonight, around seven?" "Sure Sis," I replied. "Ok, see you later Kiddo." She hung up. I slid my phone shut again and sunk into my couch, resigning myself to me most embarrassing conversation I would ever have. I clicked on the TV, not really caring what was on. I had a lot of time to kill before Courtney got here, and I wanted it to pass as quickly as possible. You see, in spite of the horror and humiliation of the situation, my mind still drifted to the pucker of her lips, the luscious curve of her tits, and the taut flesh of her ass. I wanted those thoughts put to rest, and quickly. The hours passed. Around lunch time I caved in to temptation and relieved myself, thinking only of my beautiful sister as I furiously pumped my cock. It gave me a brief reprieve from being out of control horny, but that wasn't much comfort.   My head was now clear enough to remember what it was like growing up with Courtney. She was a few years older than me and spent a lot of time with her dad, so we weren't all that close. She always called me Kiddo too. I hated it when I was younger, but by the time I was in college I was used to it. I had no idea that Courtney was a stripper. I guess I should have put two and two together. She was never shy about her body. Despite our mother's protests, she refused to wear a bra. Something about constricting blood vessels, cancer, etc. This of course got her a lot of male attention. I had to admit it even got a little of mine, especially on a chilly day. Around the house she refused to wear anything more than a T-shirt and panties. Said it was always hot. Fair enough.  Aside from that, she seemed to have a lot more money than your typical grad student. Most off the college students I knew drove beaters, ate ramen, and had half a dozen roommates. Courtney lived alone in a furnished loft and drove a late model Mustang. Well, now at least I knew how she paid for it. As much as I wanted to get this over with, by the time six o'clock rolled around I was sweating bullets. I knew that my relationship with Courtney had been forever changed by that night, and I wasn't eager to discuss it. Despite my wishes, time didn't stop, or even slow down, and before I knew it there was a knock at the door. I took a deep breath and opened it. "Hey Kiddo," she said, glancing sideways. She seemed about as willing to make eye contact as I was. "Hi Sis," I replied. "Come on in." I took her coat and hung it up as she sat down on my couch. The cold weather gave me a quick reminder that Courtney's anti-bra stance was still alive and kicking. Her silky blue camisole appeared to have a pair of small buttons in strategic position. I decided that ogling my sister's tits was probably a bad way to start this off, so I quickly averted my gaze. "So," she said slowly. "So," I parroted, not knowing what to say. "I guess you know what I do for a living," she said flatly. "It doesn't matter. It's just a job." "Thank you," she said, looking down at the floor.  "Did you know I worked there?" "I had no idea," I said truthfully. I was willing, but not exactly eager to go into the details of how I'd ended up at that club. Charlie was an idiot, but I liked him, and I was pretty sure he'd be less fun without balls. "I guess the real question is, why did you buy a dance from me?" she asked. "Charlie bought it for me," I replied quickly. "The guy Tasha danced for?" "Yeah, that guy." I assumed Tasha was "half-Asian girl." "I thought I recognized him. That's why I went through with it. I didn't want to make things weird in front of your friend, and I didn't think he knew who I was. Plus, my boss was watching and he does not like it when you turn down a dance for no good reason." Now, Courtney and I aren't that close, but I've been around her long enough to tell when she's lying. And if she wasn't lying, she at least wasn't telling the whole truth. Especially since she was leaning forward, giving me an even better view of her abundant cleavage. I had to get to the bottom of this. "Why did you hang around us when you were on stage?" I asked. It was my turn to be direct. "I worked the whole stage," she said, suddenly defensive. "Yeah, you did a lap or two, but you spent most of the time with your snatch in my face," I retorted. "And it wasn't like you had to make me fondle your tits or anything. You could have given me a so-so lap dance and it wouldn't have made any difference."  "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. Why'd you stay through my entire set? I don't know if you're aware of this little brother, but you tipped better than anyone else did. I was just doing the job I was paid for!" Courtney said angrily. We both just glared at each other for a while. Except for the content, this was oddly reminiscent of some of the fights we had when we were kids. Suddenly, I had to laugh. I couldn't help it. I started cracking up at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Either Courtney was on the same page or the laughter was just contagious, but pretty soon she was rolling on the floor with me. It took a few minutes, but eventually we calmed down. Courtney leaned up on her elbows and hovered over me, looking me straight in the eye. "Dan," she said. She never calls me Dan. "This meant something. I'm not sure what, but I don't think either of us is going to have any peace until we find out what." My mouth was dry. "What did you have in mind?" I croaked. She walked over to my sound system and switched on a CD. "I think it's time we had another dance," she said, smirking. "Ok," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. It was a slow song, again, I don't remember which one. I was transfixed as Courtney drew the sheer silk camisole up and over her naked breasts. Tossing it aside, she turned around and bent over to unzip her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, it revealed her beautiful bare backside and tight snatch. I understood that she planned the whole thing, and wanted this just as much as I did. She strolled over me, leaning towards me as she rested her hands on my hips. "Lose the pants Kiddo," she ordered. "I don't like rubbing against denim." "Yes ma'am," I quipped with a mock salute. In a second they were off, and as Courtney began to straddle me, only a thin layer of cloth separated her neatly manicured cunt from my hyper-stimulated cock. Her left breast hung less than an inch away from my nose as she started grinding into me.   I couldn't help myself; I instinctively took an erect nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. Courtney didn't seem to mind a bit, she writhed in pleasure, grasping the back of my head, pulling it forcefully into her breast. I returned the favor by grasping her ass with both hands, drawing her further up into my lap. She wrapped her legs around my back, bucking back and forth. My boxers became warm with a sticky dampness, and when she finally dismounted to show off her ass, I saw that her glistening engorged pussy was responsible. She leaned into me, driving her ass cheeks into my pelvis. I reached up and grasped he breast with my right hand, gently massaging it as I rubbed her inner thigh with my other hand. She arched her back, allowing me to kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.  "I like watching you dance," I said softly. "I like dancing for you," she replied. With that she stood up again and turned to face me. She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up to stand with her. I reached both hands around the back of her head and drew her into a deep kiss. I savored the feeling of her tongue dueling with mine and gently teasing my lips. Eventually we needed air and we withdrew from the kiss. Neither of us said anything. Courtney gestured down toward my boxers and in an instant they were on the floor. With that, she pushed me back into the chair, where I sat ready to finish our dance. I had the choice between an office chair with arms, and one without them. I'm so glad I went for the latter. Courtney stepped over my legs, preparing to mount me. As she slid down, I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt as it inched closer and closer to my cock. As the tip of it touched the outside of her lips, I knew I would never look at my big sister the same way again. I didn't think, I didn't figure out the implications, I didn't even acknowledge that I was a millimeter from committing incest. I just went with it. I relished every sensation as she bore down on me. I could feel all of the warmth, the slick wetness, the friction as her pussy lips settled down at the base of my cock. I was inside her, and it felt good. We paused for a moment, enjoying the connection. I looked into Courtney's eyes, looking for a lot of different things: anxiety, doubt, regret. Instead, I saw only two. Lust...and love. I saw such love in her eyes that I couldn't believe it. It was as if we had just fulfilled something that had been hanging over our heads our entire lives. I knew because I felt it to. I loved my sister in ways I couldn't even describe, and the look on her face told me she felt the same way. I drew her into another kiss which she reciprocated in earnest. Unconsciously, we began bucking into each other as we kissed. We'd crossed the line; now we were fucking. I was fucking her. I was fucking my sister. All the distinctions, the lines I'd accumulated throughout my life were suddenly blurred. I was fully aware of what I was doing, but I was no longer freaked out by it. It no longer seemed wrong. Courtney apparently felt the same way. "Fuck me Kiddo," she gasped. "Don't stop, don't stop." I could hear our thighs smacking together in rhythm as she bounced up and down on my lap. My crotch was soaked with her juices, and I desperately tried to fuck her deeper and harder. I took one of her nipples into my mouth again, biting down slightly, pushing her over the edge. Her cunt spasmed around my dick, sending a new shockwave of pleasure through me.   "Holy shit Sis," I breathed. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming" she cried. She continued to spasm on top of me over and over again. It was either one long orgasm or a whole bunch of them, I wasn't sure. She wrapped her legs tight around my back, forcing me deep inside her. Courtney's cunt squeezed my trapped cock as she continued to spasm, making me lose control. I came deep inside my sister, sending her screaming with a mind-blowing orgasm of her own. We sat on that chair for a while, completely entangled, my cock slowly losing its rigidity inside her. She leaned down and kissed me, softly, gently, like a lover and pulled herself upright. Gravity took hold and the mixture of our juices ran slowly down her leg. I stood up with her and took her hands into my own. "I don't want this to end," she said softly, her voice cracking. There were tears in her eyes. I stroked her cheek gently, and she met my eyes, smiling. "No one has to know," I said. "No one has to know," she repeated tenderly.  b d s m   Another stinging slap. Burning skin in crisp Autumn air. The fan blowing cool over her bare bottom gives her shivers of delight. "Crack." The sound and the heat strike the bare skin of her behind at the same time. Sear the nerves up her spine. The room shimmers with need. Liquid splatters against her thighs and a stream of fluid gushes from her sex. Her legs press sinuously against each other, highlighting her curves and rounding her ass into inviting half globes. His knee pushes her hips up as his arm swings down. "Smack." She cries out this time. The fire dancing across her buttocks, the sound sending eruptions of need and moisture from her. The sensations taking her over. His hand in the middle of her back keeping her from wrenching away, his knee at her pelvis holding her in place. And his palm burning her skin. Snapping. Slapping her ass. The sharp sounds and hot flashes as arousing as the feel. Her squirming and writhing making him harder. The feel of him against her naked flesh. "Smack." And another. "Crack." Stinging and burning. A glow that flares from hip to hip and straight up to the top of her head. And out. She feels a flood pouring from her sex. The feel of it puffy and openly waiting for whatever he desires. It aches for him. His fingers. His mouth. Any bit of him. Calls for them with twinges of need and want. Still the spanking goes on and on. She has long since given up struggling. Exhausted, her hair lank against her cheek, her breath bunched; little puffs of sputtered air puffing out like a guttering candle. Up against her body, where it lies wriggling against his knee, pushing up into her squirming lush need, his full hardness presses. Reminding her that somewhere at the end of her ache, he awaits. He will take her there at the last peak like a ravaging animal. Growling and groaning. Thrusting his lance deep into her. He'll not be tamed or turned or bartered with. He'll take all that he wants. Demand it. Another gushing from her soul. An outpouring of fluid and desire and hope. She feels his throbbing. Longs for it inside her. She wriggles on his knee. Her stomach rubbing his hard dick. She grinds into it, tries to stroke it with her body. She wants it inside her so badly. The searing red skin feels taut. His hand striking her ass burns new with every crack poking through her psyche. A flood shoves out of her open sex with each new jolt of fire. The spanking goes on and on. She can't believe her body keeps shivering at every pause. Her insides spasm at each sound. She thinks that surely, she would become desensitized at some point. Immune to it. Every slap on her ads, though, sends her writhing with more intensity than the last. His groans when she squirms across his hardness. His gasps when she cries out. His sigh at her moans. The slap of his hand on her bare tender flesh. Drive her constantly on to new heights. She thinks that surely by now, her body would have lapsed into exhausted glimmers. She can't believe it reacts so intensely even now. At the movement of air when his arm raises. At the push off his knee against her hips. The bunch of his thigh when he pushes his hand down toward her pooched out ass. The burning skin sends a deeper searing through her clitoris. She could cum, she realizes. She could just lose it. Right now. If she thought he would allow it. If he would grunt in her ear. "Cum for me now." He's made it clear she's to wait for him. He wants her to climax only when he says. If he told her to now, though, she'd collapse in a screaming bundle of nerve and flame. His word would drive her completely over the edge. "Cum for me now," is all it takes. When he tells her, she melts. Before the sound has fallen softly to the floor, she dissolves into a million shivers. She nearly disintegrates thinking of his voice speaking the words into her ear. "Crack." Trying to escape the orgasm forcing its way to the top, she thinks of yesterday. The start. For this time. She squirms. Feels his hardness pushing up. Seeking her wet opening. She wants so badly to accommodate it. To take it inside. He walked through her door yesterday just after nine in the morning. As he'd told her to do, she waited in the chair. Naked. Uncertain and abashed and wanting. The cloth seat absorbing a steady stream of liquid from between her legs. The legs that involuntarily uncrossed the moment the doorknob turned. She'd been sitting there, crossing, twitching, tapping, jiggling and straightening her knees. As soon as he opened the door, though, her ankles spread apart as though answering his summons. The lock clicked behind him with a wave of sensation. Nerves and fluid. Tingling that shoots off in every direction as he steps casually toward her, sets his case down, unbuckles his pants and pushes his quickly hardening penis between her lips. She takes it greedily. Her fingers hungrily reaching for his balls and his clothing. One to pull closer and the other to push at the floor. Her tongue dances with a lavish rhythm. The hummings and gasps of contentment. Of finally getting to touch him. Hold him. Give herself over to him. Her body melts, running out through her heart into a pool for him. He pushes deeper into her throat and she gobbles all of it. Hard and smooth, she tries to tell him how much she wants it, but it slides so easy and so far into her. "Just the way it shoves into my wet hole." She thinks to herself. More liquid gushes from her groin. When he grabs a fistful of her hair, she all but cums. The shivers start at her center and splay up and down and pierce her in every direction. Her knees shake and she moans around the thick hard dick he keeps pushing at her. He grabs her busy hands. Stops their flailing. One trying to press cum from his balls out through his rod into her thirsting, gulping throat, one trying to get his pants clear of the shoes stuck to the floor. He captures the one on his scrotum first, wraps it with athletic tape, winding it around and around. Then yanks her throat down onto his throbbing tool and when her other hand jerks up, snares that one, taping it snugly to the other. Now she squirms. She can't help it. His cock pinning her in place, shoved in her throat and kept there with deft pressure from his hips makes her need flood her senses. His hand in her hair yanks hard, shoving him deeper. "Make yourself cum." His voice is low and demanding. She jumps to obey. Her hands fly to her lap with a jerk of her shoulders. Her fingers delving into her delicate folds to find her stiff nub even as his fist tightens in her hair. Her neck stretches as the pads of her digits send sparks of mercury through her body. "Cum fast and hard. Or it'll be your only time." His tone as threatening as his words, she feels his cock pulsing in her throat. As she thinks of it billowing huge jets of hot spunk down into her stomach, she explodes. Virtually without warning. Her mind elsewhere, her body responding to its own needs. She tries to cry out in surprise, but her mouth is too full to let more than garbled noises out. "Good." He says, and warmth spreads through her heart. "That's a good girl. That's exactly what I want." She shouldn't feel so elated by his praise, she thinks. She should be stronger, more independent than that, but the feel of his approval lights a flame in her center and she takes his cock even deeper into her throat, swallowing around it, milking it. Wanting the burst of his jism to drown the beating of her heart. As she feels his member jerking and throbbing, growing thicker and harder, he grabs her by the wrists, rips her throat off his twitching hard on and all but throws her over the edge of the couch two steps away. Her ass up in the air and thighs kicking together, he pushes the middle of her back down and tears her open in one huge jab of hard length. She is so wet and swollen, she takes it all. His whole member right to the hilt. She feels it split her cervix and thump into the very end of her. A deep ache that sends her out over the edge into madness. His balls thud against her opening. She screams and jolts her body. Flailing wildly. Wanton and wet. Her ass pushes at him. Eagerly. All on its own. She can no more even try to control her body than to stop her breath. He shoves deeper. Pummeling her into senselessness. The blossom opens far inside her heart. A flowering that bursts forth with a sound filling her ears like ocean waves. Or moaning. Or screams. Orgasm shakes her elbows and knees loose from her arms and legs. His hands have her hips. Pushing up to spread her sex wide and pulling close to grind his balls into her dripping pussy lips. She feels them trying to grab and take everything in. Like she does his rod. The way her body so willingly takes anything he pushes at her. She feels her bones wrack. A rag doll gripped in the teeth of his lust and tossed about in the rage of his need. Just where she wants to be. In the very heart of that storm. He jabs deeper and her body shivers through another wave of mind numbing orgasm. She is lost somewhere in a monstrous sea when he yanks himself from her, takes hold of the wrap keeping her wrists joined and half drags her to the bedroom. She tries to walk as well as her legs can carry her, but they are as limp as her every muscle and he is insistent on keeping her moving. At the side of the bed, he presses her to sit. Forces her head to his groin, though she hardly needs the invitation. His hard shaft glistens with her desires. Drops have formed under the mushroom head. She licks at it as it slides easily between her lips.  She is ravenous. Eager and unfulfilled. As ferocious as he, taking her bent over the couch like a beast in heat, she is his equal now, suckling at his hard pole. Taking it whole. The taste of herself soaked into the smooth skin intoxicates her. Awakens her to a world of dreams she never before imagined. His hands are fully in motion. Pulling on her hair while the other tugs his shirt off. Reaching for her breasts as the other frees his legs from shoes, socks, pants and underwear. Her own hands, tied together by the wrists, grapple with each other for his balls and skin. One wants to stretch over his ass and pull him deeper down her throat, the other wants to stroke his thighs and delight in the bunching of his muscles. Or fondle his sac, squeezing and toying with the bundles it holds while the other hugs his calves into her torso. He pulses in her throat like the beat of her own heart and her soul throbs an answering tempo. Her moans in time to the strokes exactly as though he still held her by the bottom and pierced her very being again and again. Her back jammed to the bed, her legs splayed, she feels the outpouring of her essence pooling underneath her, saturating the carpet. He has her completely in his hands now. One wrapped around her chin, cupping her and trapping the jawbone as he drives past her tongue. The other smoothing her cheek, brushing her hair back, tenderly keeping her gasping. More gushing as her thoughts split between the two hands. One gripping her firmly, forcing her to take what she aches for. The other softening her. Gentling her. Taming her. The two extremes send her into convulsions. Goose pimples erupt over her entire body. Her legs want to grasp at him, but he moves his feet so they are locked wide open. Her hands grab at him, but the fingers fluttering over her face take hold of her wrists, his cock yanks from her mouth and her arms are trapped above her head on a swift movement. Complete with his hard length shoving right back in past her teeth and tongue as his palm keeps hold of and deliberately guides her face to his groin. His groan pushes shockwaves out before it in the still air of her inner reaches. A balloon is set loose inside, blowing up to impossible proportions. She feels the pressure building and squirms in anticipation of an explosion like she's never felt before.  She can't believe she's about to cum without her genitals being touched. "Another first," she thinks to herself. Already she's had so many she's lost track. First time to have sex in a chair. First time over a couch. First time to make herself orgasm for someone else - or even with them in the room knowing she's doing it. First time to have sex on the first date. First time to be taken from behind. The list is already nearly endless and it just keeps growing. As the balloon bursts and her body shakes with release, he pinches her nipple for the first time and the sensation explodes beyond her wildest fantasy. She cries out in an anguish she wants never to end. Her first time cumming with a cock in her mouth. As the thick pole muffles her screams, her other nipple is plucked, pinched and twisted until she is writhing. Seated against the mattress, legs out, nowhere to turn, her back arches in agony, need and electric desperation. Her buttocks lift and slam onto the thick carpet. His cock pistoning in and out of her mouth. He grabs a furious fist of her hair and shakes her loose from his hard tool. "You know why I need you to suck my cock good." It's not really a question. "Yes. Because you last longer fucking me if, if I do it good." "Very good." His praise warms her smile. "The better you do it, the longer I last." She smiles even broader and reaches her head forward to take him back in. "I want to fuck you for hours." She feels a gush of fluid from her groin and warm tingles running through her spine. "You like that, don't you?" "Yes." She is starting to feel uncertain. He usually only talks to her like this when he is making her feel something he wants her to feel. "You want to please me, don't you." "Yes." "That's what you're here for, isn't it?" "Yes." She knows this to be true. She wants nothing more than to please him. Pleasing him gives her everything she needs and wants. Pleasing him gives her mind blowing orgasms and indescribable experiences. His pleasure is her utter devastation. Shattering her completely and letting herself scrape up whatever pieces she can manage and put back together. Already, her very heart is pouring out of her and she can no more stuff it back in than she can reach out and grab his cock with her mouth right now. She tries. Her mouth opening and closing like a fish needing water, she struggles forward towards him. His fist holds her flat. A handful of hair keeping her from budging more than tearing a few strands will allow. "You're going to tell me what I want to hear from you before you get what I want from you." He growls. "Yes." She pleads. "Anything." Desperation is showing in her voice and she feels it deep inside her entire being. "I'll tell you anything you want to know." "Yes." He says threateningly, "you will." His hand gives her head a slight shake before grabbing her up and forcing her to her feet. She is off balance and unable to fully stand, but he spins her and shoves her roughly over the edge of the mattress. She gasps with surprise and even a little fear. At the same time, a rushing stream of liquid soaks her thighs and makes her squirm. She can't believe she is so wet and needy. He slaps her ass and she screams in shock and ecstasy. Again. And again. She feels the heat and the delight running down her legs. "Being willing to do anything is not the same as being completely mine." Another slap on her bare skin. Her body is squirming and she is unable to help herself. The moisture and the simmering warmth combine to drive her wild. "I will take what I need from you." His voice is harsh now and she feels the tone like another slap, but this one on her cheek. "I will take what I want. All I ask of you is to give it to me." A big "YES" flairs in her mind and she wants to speak it out, but the next slap brings forth a scream instead. "I want you to give yourself. As best as you can. Your body already surrenders itself to me. I want your mind to do so as well. I won't have you holding back or withholding part of yourself from me." Another slap makes her scream again. The surprise and the burning make her legs flail in complete abandon. "Yes. I will give you anything." Her voice is wanton in her ears. "Everything. Take me. All of it." She means it. Suddenly she is split open. He has penetrated to the very heart of her in one ferocious stab. He is so hard and strong, she feels it all. It rips through her opening and tears into the inner muscles right through the little ring of her cervix. Forcing it to widen and surround his smooth flesh. She cries out. His hands grab and bunch her buttocks as he jams his hard member in deeper and harder. He's like a warm smooth rock of delicious skin pounding into her. She loses track of how much, how hard, how many. The feeling takes her over and she is going to burst into climax beyond her imagination. He yanks her head back by the hair as his cock rams even deeper. "Don't you fucking dare cum until I tell you." She nearly does with the sound of his voice telling her this and it's only with the most violent struggle within herself that she stops the bubble from blowing up into a thousand shattering explosions. "I will take your orgasm when I want it." His tone send waves of fury and spasms through her every nerve. She would cum from his words alone if he told her to. "I will tell you when you may cum and you will be punished if you do not keep to that." "Yes." She manages. Her body wriggling like an eel out of water. She tries to hold onto thought or feeling, but it is like grabbing fistfuls of river water. Sensations, however, run rampant through her entire being. Her very soul shimmers with ache. He pounds her mercilessly. She cannot focus on anything but the deep guttural thrusting and the all consuming thudding even further inside her body. Gasps and moans fly from her mixed with half screams, keening and even grunts as he strikes sensitive and incredibly delirious areas so far in her that she never knew such places existed. Suddenly, it stops. He yanks her back, pushes her to the floor, back to the bed again and shoves his cock down her throat in one competent motion. His groan sends waves of molten pleasure circling her intestines. She lives to please him. The hours that have already passed in his hands, being so completely taken. In such wanton destruction. With such force and ravaging fury. She can only abandon all pretense of wanting to do anything but be his. He steps between her legs again and forces them wide open. She feels the damp underneath her from the last time she sat here and feels the flow of moisture crescendo. The pool is growing beneath her buttocks and will only get worse. His hands reach down and take her tits into a fondling embrace. One after the other. Gripping as much as will fit, shifting until all of it has been massaged, then pinching the nipple until she wants to yell for more. He does this over and over until she wants him to either tear them off her in vicious need or give them his full attentions. Either one at this point will work for her. She can hardly concentrate on his cock the way he keeps toying with them. She tears her head back and forth to try to make his cock feel her desperation and depravity. She swallows and shoves at his groin. Her hands, forgotten in her need, now suddenly realize they can reach his balls and they work to press cum from him. She wants him to shoot in her mouth. Imagines it pumping gallons down her throat until it fills her up and runs out the corners even as she sucks him hard again. The searing heat from her bottom makes her realize she just had her first spanking and she wants more. She's never felt so known. Every pore. Every hair. Every delicate cell. Her first time lying over the edge of her bed being taken. The first time penetrated to such depths and the first time told to hold back from orgasm. She thinks wryly, the first time she could have cum from being fucked.   She almost drifts away wondering how you can be married for twenty years and have so many firsts from the next man you're ever with. She would simply have floated off into amazed and detached consideration if he didn't take that exact moment to jerk his cock out of her mouth again. "You like your spanking." It's a statement. She isn't sure whether to answer or not, but wants to tell him. Wants him to know what he does for her. To her. "Yes." There's more in her words, but she is unable to express it. "You want more." "Yes." "You want whatever I will do to you." "Yes." With this, however, she has a moment of trepidation. She isn't as certain. There is still something about him that she should be afraid of. All the worse, probably, that she isn't. She fears nothing he might do to her. She will accept any hardship, any pain, any hurts. Anything he gives. She wants it all. "You're going to be such a good little sub for me." He has told her how he practices Dominance as a sexual preference. How he is capable of a "vanilla" or regular type of relationship but that he is simply not willing to maintain one without all his needs and wants being met. He's told her how he gets so aroused by the lifestyle she had never heard of before. Not really. How it is the overwhelming presence he exudes during intimacy that gives him such excitement that she feels from him now. She had never encountered it. Married for so long with so little experience, she had no idea such a wide and delightful world existed. She knows she can't live without it now though. Only her second time under his ministrations and she has had so many firsts that she can't imagine herself going back to the person she once was anymore. Before they'd actually met in person, he had told her that he would push her boundaries beyond anything that she believed of herself then, but she had no idea how far there was to go past the place where she'd always lived. Possibly, even he had no idea how far she would be from where she started after only the first few moments with him. She stepped off into the space of a new world when she opened the door to him the very first time. He backs up and allows her to rise from the floor. Takes her hands in his and guides her gently to the bed. She's unfooted by the sudden change in sensation. His gentleness is only matched by the violence coiled within him and she knows only that she wants them both. She wants to see and feel it all. He turns her to the side, face to face with him. Their chests meeting first, before he presses forth and their bodies fully melt. Leg to leg, hip to hip. Face to face. She is stunned by the intensity and dissolves into heat and water. His hands run up and down her, over every inch and nook. Hers, bound together, can do little but press her palms against the muscles of his chest. His fingers work into her organs. Delve so deeply into her skin that they reach tendrils into her very heart. She can't catch her breath. Panting, gasping, sighing, she strains just to remain with her feet beneath her. His hands finally take her up, just when she doesn't think she can stand any longer. That she won't be able to keep from melting into a puddle of her own at any time. He takes her up by the knees and the back and sets her onto the mattress. He reaches down where he earlier set the belt and the sports wrap, brings them up and wraps her thighs together. Then her ankles. The belt, he uses to strap her to the headboard and he steps back a half pace to admire his work. She twists side to side. The belt acting like a pivot point she dangles from. She is afraid to turn over and present her back to him, not wanting to anger him, yet she is also afraid to stay as she is. She cannot remain still and so she arches her body one way then the other. She pulls at the tape, the belt. She chafes her thighs, rubs at her ankles, tugs at her wrists. All to no avail. He has secured her too well. He groans and she realizes she has been doing exactly what he has told her turns him on so. Writhing. Fighting it. Torturing herself in her need to get out of his clutches. Her heartbeat stills. The entire room holds its breath. The corners of her eyes fill with his wavering hard on. It jumps and drums to the beat that should be pounding through her veins but has stopped cold. The hard staff has taken the rhythm from her thoughts. She doesn't notice until too late the cloth in his hands. As he silences the sweltered darkness down over her eyes, he kisses her lips in a way that leaves her completely blank. His softened lips close, just pressuring her mouth. Dragging over the top to one corner. Across the bottom to the other. Matching hers evenly and touching, then releasing. Again. She wants him to bite at them, drive his tongue into the back of her mouth and, at the same time, keep the tender touches. She is going mad in the darkness. Her body shooting off in all directions and floating up and away all at once. The sensations pouring out of her feel like her heart pumping her life away. Every lump a moment further from the person she used to be. Every thump draining the last of her will and sense of self. She soon has nothing left inside her but desire, ache and need. The kisses go on so long that she feels him still on her lips when the first strike of his belt lashes across her stiff nipples. The shock is so complete that she doesn't believe at first that her breasts are being whipped for the first time. Her body is loose, twisting and flailing all on its own. She still hasn't grasped that the sound of the belt smacking delicate and raw flesh is happening to her. Is the cause of all the fires erupting everywhere on and in her chest. He sits calmly astride her bound thighs, carefully placing each lash. His arm raising, pausing, then whipping out and down, spreading flares and spears of sensation throughout her wild body. She fights for escape, but only succeeds in swinging her full breasts to present a better target. The tender sides open up to him as they bounce side to side. When she arches her back, the fragile underneath is given to the snap of his leather belt. She can't even cry, so sudden and vicious is the assault on her mercies. The slashing and burning goes on so long, she becomes numb. Her arms too weary to pull at her bindings anymore. Her legs trembling in fatigue. Her skin shredded open and she imagines blood oozing from welts. Red lines like fields burning in criss cross patterns making her moan in an agony not from pain - that she doesn't feel but for a heightening of all her senses - but from a picture in her mind off her creamy skin battered and torn. She realizes even as she grimaces at this vision, that far from a hideous pain tearing through her, she feels her consciousness sharpened. Trickles of sound echo clearly in crystal stinging air. One final snap and she feels his hips lift from her shivering thighs. His balls drag over her smooth legs and she feels it acutely. They bounce slightly and she imagines his cock standing straight out, waving. Her nipples are so hard, they'll never again be pliant. His lips kiss them and shoot electricity ravaging through her organs. The slicing arc of lightning sears her being, burns a wide path and ends in a blazing conflagration in her groin. She screams with intensity. His fingers have already traveled to the point, even as his lips nibble their way down. She has no illusions about where he is heading. His digits have dug their way between her trapped upper legs and spread the muscles to bring her center into the light.  She feels a dripping mess. Her light, trimmed pubic hairs matted with wave upon wave of her drenching fluids. Her need overflowing even yet. A steady drizzle keeping her ass soaked and the stream of wantonness making her embarrassed at how her body is responding. Seemingly without consulting her mind or reason. He manages, somehow, to unveil her clit and to poke it with the tip of his tongue. The explosion from his kiss to her tortured nipples was nothing to this. Her back leaves the bed and slams back down in a whole body manifestation. Her mouth works in silent devastation. Her mind blank and black as her sight. The sensitive nub shivers at the ruffle of air from his nostrils. A sigh. His tongue pokes again. Her body opens up and runs rampant. The muscles of her limbs flexing in all directions while the skin reaches out for his touch. He has settled his shoulders over her thighs, divided her center with the strength of his fingers and his mouth is tending her garden with heavy breaths and hardly felt nudges. It's the first time she's felt a mouth taking her clit and driving it to raging destruction. She has never felt so captured. The bubbling starts in her toes and threatens to boil over without her realizing it when he withdraws everything from her. All sensation. Even the weight of his arms around her hips. Now she hears the screams come. She knows they're from her own core, but she is somehow disconnected from them. They are hanging, out in the room somewhere, in open air, like a mobile of her frustrations, dangling and bumping into her wants, desires, hopes and aches. Moans, sighs, groans and squeals all waving in the loose breeze. The sensation of loss is debilitating. "You're not to cum without me telling you." He makes it clear to her what will happen if she disobeys him. Punishment. As severe as anything she has ever known. Her imagination flies off the handle. As unbelievable, as incredible, as delirious the sensations he has produced in her to this point, she recognizes that the punishment will be even more consuming. She is afraid. "If you presume to cum on your own, it will be the last time you cum today." His voice spreads chill through her and he moves to her ear to whisper hoarsely. "I will make you suffer such need that you will beg me to forgive you for days." "No. Please. I won't cum until you tell me." She has such a tiny, plaintive noise coming from her that she doesn't imagine it as her own. "I'll be good." She squirms on the bed. "I'll do whatever you say. Whatever you want." "Yes you will." He says simply. His hands grip her firmly and turn her over. "Crack" This one so hard her body tries to jolt off the bed. Her shoulders pull at the sockets and her back arcs until the strain sends her into spasms. She cries out. A long, drawn out "oooooohhh!" Liquid flows from her in a steady rush of feeling. He's kneeling atop the backs of her thighs and his hands run along her spine. His thumbs digging deep and pulling the muscle from the bone. She sighs long and heavy, realizing how thoroughly exhausted she is. As fierce as the spanking was, the massage along her back is every bit as soothing. His palms slip down her sides and free the remainder of her bones from the encumbrances of her flesh. His fingers pausing every so often to dig or flitter across a new area. Back up the spine and to her scalp where he squeezes trills over her head. He clamps her shoulders, rubbing hard, then slips over her ribs in light knowing He rocks on her. Forward to reach her neck and scalp, back to run his hands all the way down her outer body to the top of the curve of her ass. He presses into her as he crosses the curvy small of her back. The massage goes on and on. Relaxes her until she is limp. The exhaustion seeping from her pores. All the rest of her tiny pockets of resistance evaporating with the wafting of his feather touches on her back. She knows he's not done with her though. Feels it in the hardness that prods her buttocks. When he pushes up to her neck, she feels it driving up between her legs. When he pulls back toward her ass, she feels it hard and pulsing against her thighs. As drizzled as she has become, melted into a pool, she feels an awareness suffuse her. A sharp invasion of her senses. Keen and pervasive. She feels even his slightest touch as a blazing torch in her darkness. Even the cover over her eyes cannot stop the explosions of color and want. He moves to lie against her side. The warmth of their twin bodies spreads through and around her. "You're going to cum the very moment I shove my hard cock inside you." The words are molten iron slipping into all the spaces left within her. The places where her will and dreams have merged to become something new. The spots where her feelings and needs have disappeared with his touch. Everywhere she thought was filled with something she held onto, all take the form of his words and turn to him. "You're going to take me all the way inside. In one thrust, I'm going to go right through you and you'll take it." "Yes." "Before I ram into the back of you, you'll cum. You will cum hard. You'll grab my cock and squeeze all of it at once. Hard." "Yes." His words intoxicating, she never once thinks it might be impossible. "You're going to cum for me." "Yes." "This is mine." "Yes. He takes her by the hair and yanks hard. Brings tears welling into the pools of darkness she peers through. He forces her mouth to his and nibbles at her lips. Light and full. He tugs at one, then the other. His other hand looses her thighs and he presses his chest into her so she turns onto her back and flowers out waiting for him to come in. His hands grasp her hips and he moves her into a position he decides is better suited for him. One hand moves to her groin and his thumb traps her clit against her mons. The other hand frees her ankles and opens her legs. The invading thumb makes her gasp out loud as it delves into her wetness. She feels the flow and the release of heat like she's never known before. His fingers slip up and down the silken delights of her sex. She is lost in his touch. It's everywhere at once and so far within her that she cannot find which is her and which of her is all his. He rips the bindings from her wrists, pulls the blindfold from her eyes, sets his hips above hers and into the thick atmosphere of anticipation, says "cum for me. Open your eyes to mine and cum on my cock." She struggles to do as he says. Her hips lift upward on their own, her body reaches for him. His fingers run into her hair and lifts her head slightly. More fingers slip into her mouth. Forces in between the sighs and moans. He pulls so tightly with his fist that the back of her head stretches taut and her eyes fly open. "Cum for me now." His hard cock shoves deep into her. Rams through her opening, thick and hard it batters through her inner muscles, stabs completely through her cervix and drives everything from her but the vicious shattering of orgasm. Her body obeys him. There's nothing else she knows. She feels every nerve like a flame in the black night and is unable to grasp a single thought or sense. Before she thinks of how he can do this to her, she is in the throes of another, more fierce climax. Another follows closely. He pounds her mercilessly. Her body grabs and pulls at him. Tries to hold or keep him in, wants more and has no idea how to take it. She was limp and now fire incarnate. She burned with desperation and now is wave after wave of liquid. She knows only that she wants it to never end. Somewhere in the struggle to keep herself from devastation, he shoots load after load into her. The jolts of electricity charges through her with every spasm he gives. He seems to go on forever. He pushes his semi hard cock into her mouth, smooths the drenched hair from her face as she swallows and hums it back to it's hard state. She tastes their mixed flavors and it drives her into another bursting. He pulls the stiff member back from her, flips her easily onto her stomach and slams into her with so much fury that she is driven deep into the mattress. She is unable to keep to her knees and instead just shoves her ass up into the air from a prone position, giving it over to him. Her arms and legs akimbo. Splayed out and up. He drives her even harder and the number of orgasms is lost in the intensity. She knows nothing but what he gives her. Somewhere it stops and they collapse into a heap that blissful darkness comforts with a blanket of completeness. s u p e r n a t u r a l     One night, after a long day at work, Lucie, the alley cat was headed home, walking down a too dark, far too abandoned street and stretching every few feet to relieve the stresses of the day. She was a sweet looking little neko with fleshy long ears and a fluffy pale blonde tail to match her hair.   She yawns a few times missing the sudden shadow of the large being she was bound to somehow managing to follow her quietly, for once. Not that she found him to be ominous any longer. But he still freaked her out when he wanted to. She felt a heavy, clawed hand settle on her shoulder, one that belonged to Velve and she'd whine a little, "Don't sneak up on me like thats...", her voice trailing off as she turns around and sees something different in his gaze.  "You should have felt me coming cat girl", his voice a rough gravelly sound she found disturbing and comforting at the same time and that worried her. "Yous spose to leave me alone and stuffs, I'm safe enough...was safer before I met you", all this said while she adjusted her little work uniform. All the felines had to wear cutesy little outfits that showed more flesh than she preferred and had a draft tickling at her bottom in the chill of night. The demons gaze caught on the short frilly skirt just caressing the curve of her bottom and had she seen it, she may have found something to worry over as the horned creature hardened beneath the heavy fabrics about his waist. Lucie was already turning her back on him again and slowly continued her walk home.  Another rough growl from the demon made her stop at the door to her tiny apartment, "I hope you're ready to apologize for being so impertinent, you will regret it." She just lets out a little huff of laughter, "yous can't hurt me without hurtin yerself", she didn't know what the demon had in mind, but she wouldn't have laughed even a little if she'd paid attention to the lust brewing inside of him. "Oh I can harm you well enough without hurting myself even a little, Lucie", there was a different sound to his voice now and after he followed her into the apartment, she found herself pushed down to the floor with him following, her skirt lifted up to reveal she still wasn't fond of wearing panties and with his length over hers, he was able to hold her wrists down to the ground while breathing his hot breath over her sex. "Y-you can't play with me like this, I'm no toy, I said I'd only do things if they weren't crazy, this is crazy, you lemme go demon man", she still had trouble saying his name and he caught onto it easily enough, a hot, slick demon tongue coming out to tease over her lips and flick just once hard at her clit, making the kitten wriggle and squeal but also start to drip sweet honey. "I will make a deal with you, cat girl. When you learn to say my full name, I will let you free, until then, it's not something I'm asking you to do, it's something I'm making you do...", he'd trail off with rough laughter and tease a claw from his free hand over her swelling, dripping sex and murmur softly, "besides, your body likes what I'm doing, it can't be too crazy", he gives her little clit a pinch with his claws and she trembles.  Lucie was panting soon and he'd shuffle her about so she was seated on his lap, but she was still small enough, he could easily look over her shoulder at those small breasts and a little case would appear from somewhere, popping open to reveal what looked like earrings, but weren't. "I don't wear earrings no mores....", she trails off when he pinches a nipple and makes her squeak again. "Who said these are for your ears?", then his intention became clear, each little hoop had a small piece missing from it but was made of a metal only found in hell that would seal itself permanently once attached to the wearer and she'd whimper. She didn't know she'd never be able to remove them, but he was teasing her pink nipples till they were swollen and begging to be licked. Then he used claws on both hands and quickly pierced both nipples at once, making her cry out a sound he stopped by sticking that long, hot tongue down her throat. She would squirm a little but didn't want her nipples torn and all too soon she could feel the extra weight of the rings attached, she toyed with them looking for the opening after he let her lips free and just held her whimpering on his lap, his hips moving enough to grind his large member against her bottom. "N-no mores....i-it hurts....i can't find how ta get them offs", she was twisting them more frantically but finally he stopped her. He leaned down low beside her ear and whispered roughly, "they'll never come off, I told you, you're mine", those words making her tremble on his lap and whimper, the sounds and feeling of her terror only making him feel stronger and more a Master of her than if she'd fought him tooth and nail.  "Please take em off, v-velve....d....errrr.....i dunno how ta say the rests", she was trembling again and tried at least pushing to her feet to remove herself from his lap, but he wouldn't have it. "No kitten, you'll stay right here....unless of course...would you like to sit elsewhere, Lucie?", his voice took a kind tone, something he was trying out, mostly to trick the little kitten that had caught onto and argued her way out of so much already. She thought about it for less than a second and nods her head, he had no intention of letting her off his lap though and would lift her up some, a shuffling of fabric heard before he'd impale her on his throbbing cock. The outrageous heat of it making her scream into her small apartment, he'd fit a little gag into her mouth and strap it around her head, holding her there on his thick shaft and groaning into her ear, "is that a better seat, cat girl?", then chuckling darkly. Lucie couldn't speak or move with the way he held her, her back to his chest and her tight little pussy wrapped around the largest shaft she'd ever had inside of her. She was panting and whimpering against the gag and shaking her head quickly. He didn't respond with more than another chuckle before whispering darkly in her ear, "let's try to make my pet more comfortable, shall we?", then he lifted her hips all the way to the tip of his cock before dropping her back down, eliciting a groan and additional panting from the small kitten. She was stretched around him but her body liked it, she was dripping wet, his warmth and the feeling of being filled did something odd to her body. She didn't know it was something in his precum causing it but she'd mewl against the gag suddenly and wriggle her hips a little. It was starting to feel good enough she didn't have the urge to fight it. And again her hips would give a little wiggle and the demon would laugh into her ear again, "that's it my little pet, you want it now don't you?", the demon removes the gag now and after some stretching, Lucie would respond. "Please?", just one sweet little word making it past her panting lips as she tries lifting herself but he held her down on his cock, even her squirming making him groan with the pleasure of such a tight little creature stretched around him. She would have tried fighting the feelings if she'd known the secret of his secretions. But she was naïve about such things and demons. "I'll give you all the cock that you need if you'll do one little thing for me, Lucie. You must wear a collar showing all that you're my pet. Do you understand, cat girl?", he'd tip her head back enough to stare down into her eyes and while comprehension stirred, the need there was still so thick that she'd have no choice but to agree.  "okies, I wear a collar....i'm your pet....please let me have mores?", she whimpered the last bit and the demon would chuckle again, placing the same sort of metal around her neck, but it was embellished with little horns and it being added to her flesh made the little nipple rings send a sort of small vibration through her body as if all of the pieces lived to do what he commanded of them. The kitten on his cock, just a toy like the rest now. "That's right Lucie, you're mine now. A pet, a toy, and I'll use you as I please. Oh, you'll like it too. See, now that the collar was agreed to, you won't ever escape me, pet", he'd chuckle harshly in her ear and lift her up off of his cock, placing her on her hands and knees before him before kneeling down and fucking her like the little animal she was. Her knees scraping on the floor with each thrust and her claws digging into the carpeting a little as he fucks her hard, but his secretions had her mewling and wiggling back at him instead of yowling in pain or screaming for him to stop and she'd cream on his cock in no time, earning herself a spanking which she whined through. "Bad pet, you do not cum on my cock or anywhere else until I allow it or I will put a chastity device on you, understand?" Lucie would whimper and nod her head slowly, but it wasn't enough for him. "No, you will call me Master, pet, you will call me it and love doing so", she whimpers some more and having already been lured by the aphrodisiac dripping into her still, she'd respond. "Y-yes Master, i-I understands", she was a submissive little thing anyhow, but now she really felt like she was an owned little creature and her pussy would pulse around him as he'd begin fucking her hard again. "Now, you will beg to have my seed filling you, maybe when you go into heat, I'll make you beg for kittens, little demon kittens, no one will know any better what they are until they attack them", the demon chuckles darkly enjoying the tight sheath around his hard cock and smacking her ass still cause he enjoyed the red coloring her bottom had taken up. "Please, Master, please fill Lucie up with seeds", she would whimper between words from the spanking but still she was wet and needy around him, she didn't understand how she could still need it after the first orgasm but she was soon approaching another and his claw would dip down between her thighs, flicking that swollen clit of hers and making her whine, "p-please Master, fill me up afore I cums again, I no wanna wear a chas....chasi....a belt thingy, i-I be a good pet, j-just fill me up with seeds, pleases?", she couldn't get complicated words when she was near her orgasm and he'd chuckle harshly in her ear. "Oh, I don't know if you deserve anything more than for me to fuck you till I can put a device on you for all eternity", he would pound into her, the begging and need in her voice only making him need to spill inside her all the more and soon enough he would roar as he filled her with hot seed, making her gasp and he'd pinch her clit to force her to cum without his permission, laughing cruelly in her ear as he did so and once he'd finish panting and filling her up, he'd pull from her gaping little snatch making her whine again before leaning down to whisper in her ear, "you can wear a chastity device for that or I can brand you, little pet, your choice." She'd whimper as he spoke and then he was fucking her little snatch hard and she'd be panting and mewling but holding back, even when his hot seed filled her, she was doing so well, then he pinched her clit just right and she'd cream on his cock again and yowl in ecstasy. She would pant as he pulls from her and gives her two choices and she'd mumble softly, "i-I don't want eithers, Master" He'd grin hoping she would say that and a device is snapped around her waist and between her thighs making her whimper before she'd feel heat burning through her flesh on her left outer thigh, somehow the damage he did to her, didn't reflect back on him. And he'd explain how into her ear, "I spoke to a friend, he said this...", he taps on the collar, "would help counteract anything I could do to you or you could do to me, I just had to get you to agree to wear it first, so no more tattoos little kitten, just you as my toy and a whole lot of pleasing your Master, understand?" She'd gotten both things she in no way desired, though her sex still tingled, the seed now trapped inside of her working into her system to turn her into the perfect little toy for him. Not changing anything she'd notice about herself but making it so she'd be ready for him when he wanted her and so that when he decided, she would go into heat if he so wished her to carry a little of demon kitties. Her last words to him before passing out from all the torment and being made into a pet, "y-yes Master." n o n c o n s e n s u a l     She laid the sheet down on the couch haphazardly. Then, slowly, she bent down to pick up the pillow that lay on the ground, and gently tossed it on top. She looked at the result. It didn't look very comfortable, but it would do. She was too drunk to do better. Besides, Hector wasn't likely to care, he just needed somewhere to sleep off the worst of his buzz before he drove himself home. She sat down hard, sighing and closing her eyes. She could hear her brother-in-law talking to her husband from down the hall. She couldn't make out the words, but she didn't need to. It was probably nonsense. Drunk talk. David wasn't going to answer anyway, he was out. He always passed out after a night of moderate to heavy drinking, and she'd never known him to come around until he'd had a solid rest. Her thoughts drifted, unfocused, hazy things, breaking down, falling apart. She didn't try to hold onto them. It was oblivion, and she embraced it. She heard the bedroom door close. She opened her eyes and came back to herself. She took a deep breath and shook her head from side to side. Sharp, brief jerks. Footsteps grew louder from the hallway, and then Hector stumbled into the room. Her eyes followed him as he came to a stop at the edge of the circular-pattern rug that lay between the TV and the couch she sat on. He stared at the blank TV for a few moments, and then his head swiveled to face her. He smiled. "Hey." He slurred. She blinked before responding. "Hey. I got a blanket out for you, you should sleep a bit before you drive home, yeah?" He closed his eyes, still smiling.  "Ohhh... Thanks Lauren... Wow... that's so thoughtful..." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.  It was cute. She found herself thinking -  -He looks just like David does when he's bashful- The thought made her smile.  He sat down beside her. "Thank you so much..." He muttered. "You're welcome. Always welcome here." She said, her gaze fixed unfocused on the empty television screen. He was looking at her. She turned to him and was struck by the immediacy of his eyes. They looked into hers with an intensity she hadn't been prepared for. She said nothing. Difficult thoughts tried to coalesce in her mind, but she failed to comprehend them. She could only process them through the emotions and raw feeling that they were constructed from.  -his eyes -like David's -so dark -brown -sad -full -full of warmth- She looked into his eyes and longed for them. Then his lips parted, slowly, deliberately. She looked at them, watched his tongue poke out and press down on his lower lip. it was a slight movement, and nakedly sensual. She shivered, suddenly, violently. His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head, still maintaining eye contact. She was compelled by his movements, unable to look away, not thinking of the gravity of what they implied, not realizing where this was heading.  She licked her lips. His eyes widened, seeming to flash at her. It happened very quickly after that. He groaned urgently and moved his body right next to hers. He placed his hand on her chest and pushed her, gently, forcefully, until she laid back on the couch before him. He shuffled position until he was kneeling next to her, then took hold of her legs and pulled them up, placing them around his thighs. She watched him do it, saying nothing, completely absent of resistance. Her butt pressed against the tops of his knees. His movements were eager, excited, just shy of frantic. She watched as he shoved his thumbs between her hips and the skirt that wrapped snugly around them, and did nothing to resist when he slid the skirt down her legs a moment later. Her panties had come down with it, she realized. He tossed her bottoms carelessly to the floor. She was naked from the waist down. She was so hot. He leaned his body backwards and unzipped his fly. The ripping sound tore through her trance and reality slammed down into her woozy mind, dispelling the drunken haze of lust like a searchlight. She realized she was about to have sex with her husband's brother. She watched his fingers unfasten the belt he wore and then pull it free of the loops sewn around the waist of his pants. He'd have them off very soon. The thought made her shake. She knew she wanted him, bad. Almost needed him. But it couldn't happen. It would be the biggest mistake of her life. She had to stop it. He tossed the belt and quickly popped open the button of his pants, finally loosening them up enough to dig his thumbs into the sides and pull them down. At this rate he could be inside her in less than a minute. She had to stop this right now. "Wait, stop..." She whispered nervously. He didn't stop, didn't slow down. His response was soft, warm, and firm.  "Shh..." Worry flooded her mind. Was he really going to continue, after she told him to stop? "Please. We can't..." Her voice quivered. He shushed her again, patiently, no hesitation. This was happening. He was going to fuck her, no matter how much she begged him not to. She glimpsed his underwear for just a moment, blue, with a black strip of elastic on the waist, and then he pulled it down to crumple it against his pants. His cock sprang out, jutting defiantly from his body. She gasped and pulled her hand up in front of her mouth.  Thoughts raced through her head, frantic, uncontrolled - -Big -bigger than David -He can't -please -he's gonna -he CAN'T -condom? She panicked. This was a fertile time for her. No way could this happen. "Oh, no no no no no, Hector, no..." She babbled. He shushed her again, exactly as before. She bit her lip, continuing to watch him passively.  He shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he pulled his pants and underwear off, first one leg, then the other. Then, he leaned over her and took his cock in his hand, directing it squarely at her entrance. He shuffled forward on his knees until she felt his dick make contact with her pussy lips. Alarm bells sounded in her head. Frantically, she pressed her palms against his chest. It did nothing. She tried desperately to bring her knees together, to close herself off to him. Too late, he was wedged firmly between her legs, and much stronger than her. She felt the pressure build for a few moments, her mind alight with panic, and then it gave way, and he was sliding inside of her. She felt his length gradually fill her, more and more until he was completely submerged. He stopped then, and just held himself inside. The disbelief she felt was eclipsed by a bizarre relief. This had gotten too far now. He was inside of her. There was nothing left to try and stop. She relaxed a bit. He was staring down at her, his brow furrowed, his mouth open in a sharp expression. She looked up at him as she panted in fright. Her hands clutched his waist, gripping him unevenly, tightly, as if to anchor herself, to keep from floating away in the vortex of this moment. He pulled out, slowly, until only his bulbous head remained inside of her. She moaned. "You can't... You... You have to stop...!" She whimpered. He responded by wrapping his hands loosely around her throat and thrusting the length of his dick back into her open pussy. She moaned, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. It felt incredible. It felt amazing. "Oh my god...! Oh, fuck!" She cried. She knew it was hopeless. There was only one thing left to say. "Don't cum inside of me, please... Pull out when you cum, okay? Please Hector, please?" She begged. "I'll pull out." He slurred. She moaned, relieved. It was something. He began to steadily fuck her. She gave in. It felt good. She let herself enjoy it.  He lasted less than two minutes. His thrusts became violent and he began to moan, low in his throat, almost a growl. Each thrust caused a loud slapping sound. The sharp noises carried, traveling down the hall and into the bedroom where David slept. Gradually, he came out of his stupor. With a thrill, she realized he was going to cum. The thought both excited and frightened her. He could not do it inside of her. His hands were tighter around her throat now, which made talking difficult. Still, she had to make him listen. "Pull out..." She begged. David began to wake up more seriously when he heard Lauren's voice. He wondered what that sound was... "Please..." She whispered. He ignored her. Panic flashed white. She strained to speak louder this time.  "Not inside me Hector...!" David quickly stood up. What the fuck? What had Lauren just said? And why did her voice sound so strained? Hector frowned down at her, still pounding away. She watched him with pleading eyes. -please pull out, please stop, don't do it, I don't want this baby- David stood behind the door, listening. He couldn't believe what it sounded like. Refused to believe it. "Pull out, please Hector!" David heard her clearly. his heart sank as he realized his brother was actually fucking his wife. It was surreal. He started to shake. "Hector-" She began. But then his hands tightened around her throat, cutting her off with cruel suddenness. His face twisted, showing a strange mix of anger and pleasure. "Shhhhhut up..." He growled as his thrusts reached a frantic tempo. The bedroom door opened, but they didn't notice. She couldn't breathe. Her hands slapped weakly against his chest, his neck. She was helpless. David peeked around the corner, shocked, disbelieving. He could see his brother furiously thrusting away, his wife's legs spread obscenely in the air before him. His eyes followed her feet as they moved with the rhythm of the fucking she was receiving. He watched her toes curl, unable to look away from the pink polished nails he had seen her touching up on earlier that day. "Just... fuckin'... shut up..." Hector grunted, slamming his dick into her a final time. Anger flashed through David's mind when he heard those words. He thought of shoving his brother off of her, of throwing his fists into that smug face until it was nothing but a bloody spray. Instead, he stood quietly, and watched them finish. Hector's body seized up as his dick swelled inside of her. Tears ran down her face. His dick jumped forcefully, once, then twice, both times dry. On the third go she felt him release a flood of hot, wet semen into her unprotected pussy. She tried to scream, but only a timid squeak emerged. He relaxed his grip on her throat, and she gasped. She began to moan in pleasure. She couldn't help it. He moaned loudly. His dick pulsed continuously. He shot into her again and again, an absurd amount. She couldn't believe it was happening, She couldn't breathe, couldn't comprehend. She could feel a flood of warmth as each thick wad squirted deep into her. It was too much. Her orgasm hit suddenly, without warning. She cried out in ecstasy. David stood motionless, watching as his brother exploded into his wife. He watched her lock her legs lovingly behind his neck. When she cried out his brother's name, he winced as if she had struck him. Staring at the floor, he continued to listen until Hector's breathless grunting grew less intense, finally giving way to panting as he collapsed on top of his wife, finally spent. Silently, David returned to the bedroom. Before he could close the door, he heard Lauren speak again, breathlessly, gratefully - "You came... in me..." He could hear the satisfaction in her voice . It broke him. He closed the door quietly to the sounds of their slow, passionate kissing. When he broke the kiss and leaned back from her, she opened her eyes. He was looking down at her, panting, grunting, eyes wild. He was still inside of her. "Oh fuck." was all he said. i n c e s t ( i )     My wife and I married at a young age and had little money while our children were growing up. While we lived in a modest, suburban area, we could not afford luxuries such as vacations and extravagancies. We felt pangs of regret each time we heard our friends discussing their camping trips and ventures to Disneyland, and vowed to try and save more money to do nice things with our family. This is harder than it seems: both of our children had essentially grown up by the time we were able to afford a luxury vacation for the four of us. Our son, Mitchell, was 22 and about to start a graduate program. Our daughter, Gabrielle, was 19 and about to start her second year of college. We sprung the trip on them in April, asking them to each bring a friend as we traveled across the country, staying in hotels and relaxing for two weeks. Mitchell brought his friend Tom, whereas Gabrielle opted not to bring a friend. The five of us piled into our SUV and started travelling west. I won't bore you with the details of our stops – we all know why you're reading this story. I can cut to the chase: The first evening, the hotel we had reserved failed to meet our reservation obligations: we had reserved three rooms (one for my wife and I, one for Gabrielle, and one for Mitchell and Tom). As my wife and I had a King bed and Mitchell and Tom had two queens, it was decided that Gabrielle would stay in bed with Mitchell (much to their protest). The hotel promised that another room would be available the next night. We were here for four days and decided to battle through an uncomfortable evening. We had a delicious dinner that evening, and I drank a lot of wine and tuckered out early. When I poked my head in the adjoining suite that was shared by my children and Tom, they were all lying around and watching tv. I said goodnight and went to bed. A few hours later I woke up, shivering. I pulled the blankets over me and tried to get back to sleep, when I started hearing the rhythmic thumps of a bed knocking against a wall. I froze and listened closely. I was pretty sure that I was hearing soft moans and grunts. A rage brewed inside me as I got up and pulled open the adjoining door to the kids' suite. I froze again. There, was my son Mitchell, buried in the covers with headphones in his ears, snoring as his sister, my daughter, lay spread eagle on the bed in a white lace teddy and garter belt getting fucked by his friend. From the doorway, I had a clear view of him slamming in and out of her as his tongue grazed her nipples. She was arching her back and opening her mouth in a silent scream as her blonde hair flailed about from the force of their joining. I stood there, shocked, appalled, disgusted and angry watching this assault on my daughter. Not to say she wasn't willing, she appeared to be enjoying herself. Finally, I got my bearings and grabbed Tom by the nape of his neck and pulled him off of my daughter. He raised his hands in a surrendered position as my daughter, embarrassed and furious, tried to cover her body from her father. "Get up." I said. Angry as she was, she could not argue. As I pulled her into our room, I saw her turn back and give an apologetic look to Tom. I closed the door and locked it and led her to my wife and my bed.  "Get in," I whispered. "You're sleeping between your mother and me tonight." "Dad-" she whispered back, but I interrupted: "No arguments. Get in bed right now." "Can't I change?" She was still wearing her lace white teddy and garter belt. I looked down to see her shaved pubic mound fully exposed, and her hard nipples poking out over the tops of the lace. I felt a twitch in my groin. Disgusted and embarrassed with myself though I was, I didn't want her to take her time changing and sneak back into Tom if I happened to fall asleep.  "Get in the bed."  She did as she was told. My wife, Sandra, was still snoring lightly, completely oblivious to the scene. I got in bed after my daughter and pulled the blankets over both of us so that she would have to disrupt them to get out of bed. I turned toward her on my side so that the slightest movement would wake me up. She was lying on her back, breathing heavily, probably due to the frustration of being interrupted in the middle of getting fucked. I lay there quietly, replaying the scene over and over. Had I overreacted? She's an adult, yes. But what the hell was she wearing that for? My imagination drifted to her lace getup as she lay with her legs open with Tom between. As I thought about Tom pushing himself into my daughter, I started to get an erection. I tried to push it all out of my mind, but her nipples and shaved mound kept swimming before my closed eyes. The more I tried to concentrate on something else, the more I focused on the way my daughter's tits looked in the white lace. Before long, I was rock hard. I opened my eyes and looked at her, lying peacefully, sleeping.  I slowly moved my hand and pulled the blanket down a bit. Her beautiful nipples poked out again for me to see. I inched closer to her and pressed my boxer clad cock into her hip and ground in a circular motion. I waited to see how she'd react: nothing. I ground my dick into her hip again. Nothing. At this point, I was aching. I moved my hand across her body, under the blanket and grabbed onto her right hip with my hand as I pushed into the left hip with my cock. Still nothing. I moved my hand from her hip and slid it across her abdomen. I rubbed for a second before tracing to her pubic mound and down the slit of her entrance. It was still wet from her session with Tom. As I traced my finger down her slit, she moved and her eyes snapped open. "Dad. What the fuck are you doing?" she whispered. "Shh," I whispered. "Don't wake your mother." "Dad, that's sick. Stop it." "Shh," I whispered again. "Just let me do this for a second and I won't tell your mother what happened with Tom." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but she stopped arguing and lay back. I traced her slit and rolled her clit between my two fingers before I felt her hand pushing me away. "No," she whispered. "Come on," I inched closer and closer to her until my lips were less than an inch away from her breasts. I flicked my tongue over one of her nipples as I lightly tickled her clitoris and ground my dick into her side. When she tried to push my head away from her breasts, I rolled on top of her. I forced her legs open with my knees and flattened myself so that my boxer clad cock base was pushed up against her slit. I ground into her and moved in a figure eight motion. I heard her exhale strongly then felt her bring her hands to my chest as she tried to push me away. "Gabrielle," I whispered, "I'm not going to do anything bad. I won't take my boxers off - I just want to rub it on you for a minute." "Can't you just go in the bathroom and take care of yourself?" "It'll just be for a minute, honey." "Please," she responded. But that was all. I continued to hump on her in a grinding, circular motion until I needed a bit more stimulation. I started pulling my hips back and pushing into her. I reached up and grabbed one of her tits with my hand and squeezed. I watched her bite her lower lip, looking at me apprehensively as I leaned in and took it into my mouth, still slowly bucking away at her. "How much longer?" she asked after a bit.  "Just a bit," I whispered into her ear. I watched my hot breath bring goosebumps across her chest as I breathed into her neck. I pressed my pelvis into her hard and felt my cock head break free of the confines of my boxers. My naked cock was now poking out of the flap of my boxers. I slid up and down her slit, making sure that the head of my cock made contact with her clitoris.  "Dad, it came out of your boxers." "I don't think so, honey," I lied.  "Dad," she said warningly. "It's okay," I said. "I'm not going to put it in you, I'll just rub it along the outside." She sighed angrily, but stopped protesting. I rubbed my cock head on her clit some more, back and forth and heard her breathing become more rapid. Soon, her slit became relubricated with her juices as I stimulated her clitoris. When I pulled my hips back and pressed them forward, I felt my cock head connect with a snug, wet hole. I stopped, frozen with my cock head pressed against my daughter's opening. Her eyes widened. "No. No –no- no- no- no." she pleaded, and looked into my eyes. I left my cock head resting against her hole for what felt like three minutes, just staring into her eyes. Her blonde hair flayed against the pillows, tits poking out from under the lace, shaking her head warningly. I looked down between our legs and the force of my movement pressed the head in by just an inch. The tip of my cock head was inside of my daughter's pussy. The sight was almost enough to make me come right then. I looked back into her eyes and slowly pressed into her until half of my cock was inside her. She gasped and pushed against my chest.  I pushed more and more, very slowly, until my cock was buried inside of her to the hilt and my balls were resting on her skin. I stared into her shocked and disgusted eyes for two minutes before I began to rock. I wrapped my arms behind her, cradling her ass cheeks and ground into her.  She gasped again. It felt so good inside my daughter's cunt, I couldn't blame Tom for wanting it anymore. I slowly pulled out, before sliding home again. My daughter began to grunt softly as I slowly slid my dick in and out of her. I reached between us and grazed her clit with my fingers again and saw her mouth contort into the same silent scream I saw her grant Tom. I continued to slowly and carefully fuck my daughter for several minutes. Every few minutes I would stop with my cock completely filling her and lay still to check that my wife was still sleeping. At one point as I lay still on top of her, I felt her start to slowly buck her hips underneath me. Willing myself to believe that she actually wanted this, rather than being a stimulated body response, I continued to lie still to see what she would do. She continued to push her hips forward, grinding into me. Her hard nipples rubbed against my chest when she arched her back. Again, I looked into her eyes and saw shame, mixed with concentrated lust. I bent down and licked her lips. All of a sudden, I felt her hands on my hips. She began to push them away and then pull them back. I heard her moan as she pushed my hips back until my dick was nearly pulled out of her tight hole, then slowly she pulled me back in until she was full again. She continued to do this for several minutes, her pressure and moaning becoming quicker and more intense with each thrust. I looked over at my wife, checked that she was still sleeping, and licked my daughter's lips again. I felt her legs clamp down on my back as she brought my cock into her with more force. There was no way around it: my daughter was fucking me back. Her head began to roll from side to side and her eyes went into the back of her head. "Ooh, ah, ssss, ahh," she repeatedly whispered as I retook control and started pushing in and out of her again. I plunged and plunged, feeling our slick bodies slide against each other until I felt her freeze. She bit her lower lip and squealed, holding me tight to her. I put my hands on her hips and pushed down on them as I continued to pull my cock nearly all the way out and then slide it back in. I closed my eyes and willed myself to slow down as I did not want this feeling to end. I stopped again and lied still on top of her. She whimpered and began to buck her hips at me again. I sucked on her nipple as I pressed my thumb and forefinger on both sides of her clit. I began to pinch my fingers together, squeezing her clit.  Suddenly, I felt her pussy contracting on my cock, milking my cock for all I could give. I looked into her eyes again and saw her face filled with passion and lust, and I kissed her full on the mouth as she bucked and writhed on my impaling cock. I thought about my daughter orgasming on my cock, and I began to feel a warm tingling in my testicles.  As her orgasm subsided, my daughter seemed to catch her bearings and immediately tried to push me off of her. "Dad, please. You said you wouldn't put it in me. Please stop." "Shh," I whispered, and rammed into her hard. She gasped again as the bed frame smacked against the wall. Fuck, I thought. In one swift motion, I turned onto my side pulling my daughter with me, and draped her right leg over my left, keeping my cock half-buried in her.  Sandra sat up and said "What is it? What happened?" Gabrielle, who had been struggling and writhing against me, froze at the sound of her mother's voice. "It's okay, honey. I think Gabby was having a nightmare. " I wrapped my arms around Gabrielle's back and pushed her down on my cock again. "It's okay, sweetie." I said soothingly, my cock fully filling her again. "Poor baby," Sandra said. "Why aren't you sleeping in the other room?" Gabrielle didn't respond. I pulled my cock out by a couple of inches and said "Honey, you know how boys are. Loud and obnoxious. She couldn't sleep so I told her she could sleep with us." My wife turned her back on us again and said, "I'm so sorry it worked out this way, honey. You should have your own room tomorrow." I pushed into Gabrielle again, slowly fucking her as my wife lay beside us, completely unaware. I continued to slowly push her up and down on my cock until the deep breaths from the other side of the bed told me Sandra was sleeping again. I grabbed hold of Gabrielle's hips again and pressed down, grinding my pubic hair into her clit. I pressed my face between her breasts and licked the skin covering her sternum, all the while pushing and pulling her back and forth on my dick.  Her breathing became rapid again and I felt her hips buck independently of my force once more. Again, she was controlling her movement on my cock, rocking back and forth and arching her back. I continued to lick on her breasts while she ground herself into me, whimpering and gasping as I sucked at her tits. I felt her fingertips touch my head and she pushed my head farther into her chest. I bit down on her fleshy mound as I felt her contract on my cock again, in the midst of her second orgasm. I felt her fingernails dig into my scalp as she grunted and I felt my own release coming on. Once again, Gabrielle regrouped and tried to force me off of her. She could tell by the look in my eyes that I was about to come. "Please don't come in me," she whispered over and over. Still laying on our sides, I grabbed onto her and fucked her as fast and hard as I could without waking my wife again.  "Dad, please don't come in me," she said again, gasping for air at the force of my cock going in and out of her. I had every intention of pulling out of her at one point, but feeling the breath of her gasps on my ear made me lose control. I held on to her hips as I railed into her – the warm tingling in my balls came back full force and I started to come. I groaned and grunted as I pushed into her, imagining my sperm hitting the back of her cervix as she gasped again. I held her in my arms until our breathing returned to normal. As I calmed down, I looked into my daughter's eyes, ashamed and embarrassed of what I had made her do. I kissed her on the lips and thanked her, as I turned away and fell asleep, not knowing what would happen the following day. i n c e s t ( ii )    The next morning I awoke to beams of light cascading from the hotel window directly into my eyes. I turned my head away from the window and saw my daughter's hair sprawled out in front of me. It took me a moment to adjust to where I was. And then, just like that, the moments from the night before came flooding back to me. Moans. Grunts. Fucking. Ramming. Little fucking tits, oh fuck yeah and almost getting caught by my wife, oh fuck! I felt myself growing hard in remembrance and reflexively started mashing my thick cock into the bunched up sheet which lay beneath me as I replayed the previous evening in my mind.  Dad, please don't come in me, she had pleaded. I was pretty sure I ignored that request. I vaguely remembered a small percentage of me wanting to respect her desires, but the majority of my brain (and let's be honest, my cock) was focused on the suctioning force of her tight pussy. Ohhh yeah it was, my cock reminded me, forcing my attention back towards my daughter. I peeled up the sheet which covered her smooth ass and thighs and saw the evidence -- my dried seed amongst her inner thighs -- where it had oozed out post-coitus. God, I am a sick deviant, I thought to myself, where did this come from? It was as though seeing my daughter engaged in a sex act had awoken some primal monster in me, and I had no knowledge of how to suppress it. Nor did I want to.  Just then I heard the whining of a shower being turned on, and I recognized what must've woken me in the first place: my wife closing the bathroom door to get a jump start on her morning ritual, which usually involved showering, shaving and god knows what else. I certainly didn't care as long as she took her time. I needed to feel myself in Gabby again, but I knew she was likely upset, so I'd need a bit of wiggle room. So, wiggle I did. I slid up right behind her so my throbbing cock was pressed against her ass crack. Ho, I couldn't help but moan. Oh yeah. I felt her tense up immediately and instantly regretted being so forward. I placed my left hand on her left hip and squeezed it affectionately.  "Gabby?" I whispered. She didn't respond. I rubbed my hand up and down her hip, gently, to let her know I knew she was awake. "It's okay, baby," I whispered, kissing her neck. "It's all right." I continued rubbing the smooth skin of her hip. "Daddy's not going to hurt you. I lost control last night. And I'm sorry." She said nothing. "It's just that you're so beautiful," I said, kissing her neck again and tracing my tongue along her shoulder. I put my hand back on her hip and tickled the smooth skin again. "So beautiful," I whispered. I probably would've been able to keep it together had it not been for that silky smooth thigh. I gripped onto her hip and once again pressed my covered cock to her bare ass, causing her to flinch and pull away again. "Gabby," I whispered reassuringly, "I told you everything is okay. I was out of control last night, but I'm in control now, okay?"  She still didn't respond, but I felt her tension subside somewhat. Which was miraculous, really, because I was in no more control now than I was the previous night. Perhaps I was a little more determined and calculating this morning, but certainly still unable to think about anything except her pussy. I moved my hand from her hip to the warm depths of her inner thighs. I avoided direct contact with her most intimate parts, hoping the outer stimulation would propel her to force my fingers onto her clit and into her sweet hole, manipulatively assigning her a portion of responsibility in the act. Sure enough, after 5 or so minutes of slow tickling of the outer and inner thighs, she slightly opened her legs to grant me further access. I continued to rub her inner thighs without making contact with her outer lips. She started moving her hips around trying to catch my fingers in her slit. I appeased her slightly and ran one finger all the way up to the nub of her clitoris, then I massaged either side of the bud. "Ohhhh," she moaned. "Yessssssssssss." That's what I was waiting for. I pulled down my boxers to my knees and positioned my cock at the entrance to her hole. She turned her head towards me and I covered her mouth with mine, pushing my shaft up into her long canal. "Mmph," she moaned into my mouth. I moved my hands up to her breasts and cupped her left breast as I kissed her passionately, my cock still stuffed in her to the hilt. When I could take it no longer, I started to pull myself in and out of her. It was heaven. We moaned and kissed in each other's mouths as our bodies slid together. I alternated between her breasts and her pussy, being sure to grant each the attention of my hands. And when she reached back to cup my balls, I knew we'd transgressed the perverted relationship I'd initiated the previous night. We were lovers. Lovers, oh... That got me hot. I started ramming into her harder, feeling her hot stickyness engulf my cock. "Oh yeah, baby," I said. I could feel the explosion approaching, and I didn't know how I was going to curb it, so I just started to go with it. The mounting pleasure before the peak was like nothing I'd ever felt. I focused on the velvety folds of her cunt, sliding my shaft in and out, pushing in, pulling out Oh yeah, oh yeah here it comes, fuck it's going to be a big one, oh yeah, FUCK- And then the bathroom door opened. Fuuuuck. I hadn't even heard the shower stop. But when my wife walked out of the bathroom, I was too far gone. I couldn't hold back and nor did I care to. I locked eyes with my wife, her jaw dropped to the floor, as I grunted and groaned my climax into our daughter. She watched, horrified, as I expelled the longest and best ejaculation of my life into our child, squeezing her perfect breasts as I released.  As Gabrielle and my moans subsided, my cock softened and slipped out of her sweet canal. The three of us sat in silence staring at each other. Fuck. b d s m     "Sit down!" I sat, right where I was. I wasn't anywhere near a chair, but I knew that tone of voice meant I was in big trouble. I didn't dare do anything but obey. I sat straight down on the hard floor, already feeling my pussy swell. He didn't say or do anything for a solid minute, though it felt much longer. I thought hard going through all the possible reasons he might be displeased. There were several naughty moments in my recent past, but I couldn't remember anything that would provoke this reaction in him. My face reddened as I waited and I became highly aware of the cold, hard tile beneath me. I bowed my head. Finally, he stood and oh so slowly walked toward me. "Have you sorted through your guilty conscience, you bad girl? Do you know why I am displeased?" I trembled as he came closer. I could smell him, feel his warmth. I shook my head. He bent down, grabbed my chin and roughly forced my face toward his. "What was that?" "N..no, Sir," I stammered, barely above a whisper. "I see. You are so ill-behaved you cannot choose between all the bad things you've done. Is that right?" I swallowed guiltily, "Yes, Sir." "I shall take that into account when I punish you." He held my gaze a moment longer, his face hard, stern. I thrill shot through my body starting between my legs and spreading. He stood and began walking toward the bedroom. "Come!"  I stood and followed quickly, staying a respectful few steps behind him. Butterflies exploded in my stomach and I wracked my brain for why he would be punishing me. I hadn't been as respectful in my address as I should have been the past few days. My language had been a little crass. And the other day I had forgotten some of my chores. But none of those things nor even all of them together were enough for this level of sternness.  He opened the bedroom door and held it for me. I was afraid to pass him, but I kept my pace and entered the room. My entire body tingled as I passed him, my arm brushing his for just a moment. I let out a tiny gasp and felt moisture spread in my slit. He pointed to the end of the bed. "Bend over and rest your weight on your elbows." I obeyed exposing my vulnerable ass to him. I wished I had worn thick jeans instead of the thin, short skirt and tights. But it was too late now. He shut the door and went to the closet to retrieve the leather paddle. He placed it next to me. Then I heard the clink of metal and the soft shhhhhhhh as he slid off his belt and laid it next to the paddle. My breathing became shallow as I realized this would be an intense punishment. What could I have possibly done? Then I stiffened. Oh, god. He had found it. He had found my stash. Oh, god, no. "You remember now." He stated, noticing my body stiffen. He came closer and bent over me until his mouth was right next to my ear, his hot breath on my neck as he spoke. "You thought you were so clever. You thought you could hide it and that I wouldn't find out. Well, you weren't clever enough and a good thing, too. That is absolutely unacceptable behavior for any student of mine." I trembled. "Sir, I..." "Be quiet!" I shut my mouth and turned to look at him, pleadingly. "We have talked about this before, little one. When you confessed to me that before our arrangement you had a small propensity for this behavior and so we laid it down in the rules that you would discontinue all such activities. And now I discover that you have been squirreling away those little items behind my back this whole time. I am  very  displeased with you. You will be severely punished." I hung my head and felt a small lump form in my throat. Before we had set up our agreement, I had dabbled in a little shoplifting. Nothing serious, a piece of candy or a small trinket and only once or twice. It was thrilling to walk out of the store with the stolen item in my pocket. I had confessed this naughtiness to my Professor when we set up the agreement, so that he would know how best to educate me. After the agreement, I was good for a long time. But recently I had found the temptation too strong and had pilfered a few things over the last few months. Again, just little trinkets and not very many. But knowing it was naughty, I had hidden the items, tags and all, in a little stash in the back of our closet. I thought I was getting away with it and it felt delicious to be so secretly naughty. But apparently my Professor had found them and now I was really in for it. Of all the ways I could break the rules, I knew dishonesty was the most important to him. He would not take this lightly. He straightened and walked around to stand behind me. "I am going to give you three spankings. The first for all the naughty things you thought of while trying to guess why I was displeased. The second for not confessing those things to me as per our agreement. The third and most severe will be for being a little thief and for hiding it from me. You will remain silent throughout. Note the count of each strike and report the total to me at the end. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." I let out a small, shuddering breath. Then relaxed my back and laid my head down on the bed so that my backside was presented fully to my Professor. I wanted to show that I was completely submitting to my well deserved punishment. "Good girl." He rubbed my behind softly for just a moment, then positioned himself so he could easily strike me and began. I counted each of the twenty-five bare-hand-over-clothing strikes silently. It hardly stung, but I knew this was just the warm-up. He rubbed my ass again, then lifted my skirt and pulled down my tights and my wet panties. Noticing the moisture, he slipped his fingers across my pussy once or twice. "You are such a naughty girl, but this will get much less enjoyable in a minute." Then he began to strike again. Harder this time, paying equal attention to each cheek. I bit my lip to keep from crying out and tried to focus on counting. Twenty-five more hard, stinging smacks. Near the end, my eyes were also stinging with the beginning of tears and I gasped when he finished. He rubbed the warm, tender flesh. "That's a nice start," he said and he reached for the paddle. "That was for all those naughty little things you thought of, which are pretty bad by themselves. But I am even more displeased that you were dishonest and kept them from me. Undress."  I straightened and took of all my clothing, then stood there nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other. My backside stinging in the cool air. He admired me for a moment. "Bend over." I obeyed, again resting on my elbows and bowing my head. He placed the cool, leather against my backside and rubbed it over my tender skin. I trembled slightly, but kept my ass as high as I could get it. Whack! I involuntarily arched my back as the paddle landed hard against my skin. I immediately got back in position and braced myself against another strike. Whack!  The next one hurt even more, but I was better prepared and kept my position. Whack! Whack! Whack! They came faster now and I focused on keeping still and counting. It wasn't until he had finished all fifteen strikes that I noticed the tears on my face. I let out the breath I had been holding and sniffed. I could hear he was breathing a bit harder, too, as he inspected the damage to my very red ass. "Good." He laid the paddle back down then slowly reached for the belt. My breathing got shallower. My pussy was so very swollen and wet already and I could feel it throbbing. My ass was on fire, and it wasn't over yet. A small sob escaped my lips as I thought about what was to come, hoping I could endure it submissively, without sound.  He paused, noticing my tears. "Are you all right? Do you need to use the safe word?" He softly stroked my sore behind and then my very wet slit. I considered for just a moment, but I hadn't reached my threshold and I knew I deserved a strict punishment for my very bad behavior. I sniffed a little and my voice shook, but I said, "No, Sir." He positioned himself and rested the belt against my hot flesh. He lifted his arm and paused. I tensed. Whooooosh! Smack! I couldn't help the gasp that left my mouth and my back arched. I reached my hands behind my back to cover my vulnerable skin, but he grabbed them both and held them out of reach. Tears trickled down my face and I bit my lip again to keep from crying out further. He lifted his arm again. Whooosh! Smack! I let out a strangled sob. "No! Please!" "Silence!" Whoooosh! Smack! I let the tears flow now, but said nothing. Twice more he struck me, the last the hardest of all. As it hit my flaming backside my resolve broke and I burst into sobbing tears. "I'm so sorry, Sir! I'm so sorry! I'll never be naughty again! I'm so sorry!" I continued to cry, mumbling somewhat incoherently, the only intelligible word was "sorry". He dropped the belt to the floor and sat beside me, gathering me up in his arms. He rocked me softly and stroked my hair. "Shhhh, it's all right, little one. You're forgiven." He continued to hold me like that, kissing my forehead softly every so often while I cried it out. Finally, I calmed down and settled into his embrace, my breath coming in shuddering gasps but the tears had stopped. He softly stroked my face, wiping my tear-stained cheeks then tilted my chin up. "Are you my good little girl?" "Yes, Sir." I sniffed. He hugged me tight and kissed me softly. "Would you like an orgasm?" My face lit up, "Oh, yes, please, Sir!" He smiled at my enthusiasm and slipped his fingers to my pussy. "You are very wet, little one." He stroked my clit then slipped his fingers inside and rubbed me firmly, steadily while kissing my mouth tenderly. I moaned with the pleasure as I climbed higher and higher.  "Sir...I, I'm going to..." He stopped completely. "Lay down on your belly." I obeyed and lay beside him. He reached over to the bedside table and retrieved the soothing lotion he kept there. Softly, he rubbed it on my already bruised and tender flesh. I winced a little, but it felt so nice and cool on my skin. "Good. Now, on your knees." I lifted myself to my knees presenting my swollen pussy to him for his pleasure. He stood behind me admiring. "Reach between your legs and touch yourself for me." I obeyed immediately, stroking myself while he watched. I heard the soft sound of cloth sliding against skin as he undressed. Naked, he climbed onto the bed behind me and began stroking my pussy with his very hard penis. I gasped with the pleasure. "Keep playing while I fuck you." "Yes, Sir." I continued to stroke myself, faster now as the pleasure grew. He placed his cock right at my opening and slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pushed and pulled, in and out. I whined, wanting him to fuck me harder, faster.  "Patience, little one." He continued his agonizing pace while I rubbed my swollen clit, the sweetness growing, my breathing became shallower. "I...I'm...Oh, god..." "Yes, come for me." "Oh, god, Sir. I'm going to..." I stopped, no longer able to form words as the orgasm began. My pussy clenched and the sweet feeling spread from my clit all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. I moaned, loudly with each wave of pleasure. He quickened his pace, thrusting his rock hard cock into me faster and deeper, keeping my orgasm going. I cried out with the pleasure, feeling his pelvis smack against my sore, stinging ass. "Oh, fuck!" I screamed, the feeling almost too intense, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. He continued to fuck me hard, his own orgasm building until he grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against him, thrusting deep, filling me. I felt his cock pulsing inside me excited at the idea of being filled with his cum. He grunted with the pleasure of his own orgasm, then collapsed across my back, his arms wrapping around me, his cock still throbbing inside me. "Oh, my little girl, you wear me out so good." He brushed his lips along my back and I sighed with the intense pleasure of my afterglow and of having him so near me. After we had cleaned up, we snuggle together under the blankets completely entwined. I rested my head against his chest, just under his chin feeling the hair there tickle my cheek. He put one hand on my sore behind and squeezed it ever so slightly. I shivered, thinking of the intense pain and pleasure that hand could give me. "I love you, Sir" I sighed happily. "I love you, too, little one." And we fell asleep that way, both perfectly content. c o u p l i n g     The local college was undergoing some renovations and I'd scored the job of supplying and laying some carpets. I'd finished for the day and was about to go home when I spotted the cheerleader squad running out onto one of the sports fields. I knew they were cheerleaders as they were all in full uniform. Now it's a given that any young lady dressed in a cheerleaders uniform (nearly dressed, considering some of those uniforms) is automatically a lovely young thing and well worth looking at. When you have the whole squad the effect is magnified, the total squad managing to improve the looks of all the members. With this in mind, and not being averse to checking out a bunch of young lovelies, I strolled over to the sports field and propped against the fence, watching the girls go through their routines. I wasn't, I have to admit, the only spectator. Cheerleading is very definitely a spectator sport. I spent a pleasant hour watching the girls go through their paces. They were an athletic bunch. Damned if I'd ever be able to do some of the things they did. Damned if I'd want to, come to that. As earlier noted, they were a lovely bevy of beauties, but it seemed to me that one of them stood out as slightly better than the rest. I couldn't point to anything that made her superior, she just was. Personal charisma, I guess. This particular charmer was average height but that was the only thing average about her. Spectacular blonde hair, eyes so blue you could tell their colour from a distance, legs that just didn't seem to end, a bust that had kept on growing long after most busts had quit, and a pert little bottom that had a beautiful little bounce to it when she walked. For some reason she also looked familiar to me, but I was quite certain I'd never met her. I mean, if I'd met her before there was no way I'd have forgotten her. Eventually the practice finished and the girls headed back to the change room. I headed back to my van and found I had a flat tyre. Not a problem. I had the van jacked up and tyre switched over in five minutes flat and I was ready to move on out. I found that the delay was really quite fortuitous in nature.  Some of the cheerleaders were already spilling back out of the change room, carrying bags and stuff, some still in uniform and others having done a lightning fast change. (Unusual, I know, but some girls can get changed fast if there is someplace they want to be.) One of the girls still in uniform was my lovely blonde and she was going to be walking right past me and my van. I was mentally scratching my head and trying to find a good pick up line (even a bad pick up line would do), when she waved to me. "Hi, Mr Davidson," she said. I was stunned. She knew me. That meant I had to know who she was, but I didn't. How could I have forgotten someone like that? Did I have an accident and develop selective amnesia.  "You don't recognise me," she said, seeming to pout a little. "God help me, I don't," I admitted, wanting to go and bury myself to hide my shame. "You cause an itch in my memory but I can't place you." "Not surprising," she said with a giggle. "Think Elaine and two little children." Elaine and two little children? Who the hell was Elaine and what two children? Then the familiarity kicked in. "Good god, you're Elaine, my sister's babysitter. You've, ah, changed." Had she ever changed! I remembered Elaine as a mousy little girl, very friendly and really good with children. My sister's kids had always been happy to see her. Her hair had been blonde but now it had a lot more body and life to it. She'd gone from a flat-chested tomboy to an extremely well developed young lady of, of, damned if I knew how old she was. "Yes, slightly," she admitted with an impish grin. That grin I recognised and was now starting to feel a lot more comfortable.  "So, how old are you now?" I asked. "It appears that the last few years have been very good to you. Do you still sit for my sister?" "Thank you," she said. "I'm eighteen. I stopped the baby-sitting gig shortly after I developed these," she said, patting her chest. "Some fathers got the wrong idea about a baby-sitter's duties." Who could blame them? If I found her wandering around my house I'd get a few wrong ideas. Or right ones, depending on which side of the idea you were standing on. I was certainly getting a wrong idea right now. I ran my eyes over her, nodding thoughtfully. "Don't you go getting any ideas," she warned me. "What are you thinking of?" "To be honest, I was wondering what your reaction would be if I was to drag you into my van, tear off your panties, and have a wild sexual encounter with you." "Really, Mr Davidson," she said, blushing. "The very idea. I'd scream my head off and then where would you be." "Well, if you screamed so loudly that your head fell off I'd probably be at the cop shop explaining it wasn't my fault that your head fell off and that I'm not guilty of murder," I said thoughtfully. I was now remembering a few other things about Elaine. Things such as she used to be very flirtatious. Things such as the fact that she'd also been slightly avaricious, eager for her pay, counting it meticulously to be sure it was all there. "Tell me, would you have time to scream if you were busy counting out fifty dollars?" I asked. "Mr Davidson," she said again, sounding shocked, but staying right where she was. "The very idea." Now by an odd chance the mint had just issued a new five dollar note and they were just coming into circulation. I always try to get a mint fresh copy of any notes that come out. In a few years they may actually be worth something. When I was down at the bank during my lunch break I'd changed a fifty for ten fives, brand new, never used, consecutive numbers. I took the little wad of notes out of my wallet and fanned them out. Then I laid them one at a time on the floor of the van. Elaine's eyes were running over the notes, counting them. She threw a blushing glance at me and then looked back at the notes. I was guessing that, with a body like hers and her naturally flirtatious nature, she wasn't a virgin. That meant that she wasn't giving up anything precious and fifty dollars was fifty dollars. "You don't seriously think I'm just going to climb into your van so that you can, ah, . . ." She waved her hand around to let me guess what she thought I'd be doing. "Certainly not," I protested. "I distinctly said that I'd be dragging you into my van. The notes are just there to confuse you while I'm doing it. By the time you pick them up it will be far too late to scream so you'll just have to suffer whatever I choose to do." I gave her a benign smile, giving her a chance to depart for places elsewhere, but she was occupied counting those notes. She actually looked a little startled when I caught her arm and moved her into the van. It was easily done. I just turned her until her back was to the van and moved her closer. She automatically sat down when the back of her legs bumped against the van and I just picked up her legs and swivelled her around until she was sitting inside the van. I stepped in after her, closing the door behind me. I was happy to see Elaine had her priorities right. She was on her knees, bending forward and picking up the various notes. This gave me ample opportunity to lift her short skirt and lower both her modesty pants and her panties, which were a lot more immodest. With the money in her hand she swivelled around to face me. As she was now sitting this meant I could bring her pants over her knees and take them right off while she made protesting noises.  "You shouldn't be doing that, Mr Davidson," she told me, totally failing to convince me.  I lifted my hands to her top, trying to work out how to undo it. "Is this just knotted?" I asked.  At her nod I tugged on what seemed to be an appropriate piece of material and the knot came undone. I promptly brushed the top to the side, exposing her breasts. I didn't think she'd had a bra under that top. I suspect that none of the girls did. Ruins the mystique if people see bra straps on cheerleaders. "You shouldn't be doing that, Mr Davidson," Elaine protested again. Just who did she think she was kidding? She knew exactly what I intended to do before she even grabbed the first note. I took her breasts in my hands, stroking them. "You're not really going to, ah, you know," she said, giving her little hand wave to indicate the unmentionable. "What do you think?" I asked, capturing her hand and placing it against my groin. My intentions were well and truly letting themselves be known. I gently pushed her down so she was flat on her back, my hands back on her breasts. I had never been more pleased with the fact that I'd used some offcuts to lay carpet on the floor of my van. Apart from protecting things I carried it also made for comfort when lying down. Now that Elaine was lying down my hands had a little more freedom. While I was continuing to caress her breasts my other hand slipped down between her legs, cupping her mound and starting to massage it. From the look on Elaine's face when I did that she hadn't really believed that I was going to fuck her. Now she believed and wasn't sure what to do. "Problem?" I asked. As she opened her mouth to speak I slipped a couple of fingers between her lips, trespassing inside her. Whatever she was going to say was lost in a strangled gasp. I kept massaging while she struggled to pull herself together. "You're not really going to, are you?" she finally asked. She certainly seemed to have a limited number of questions. Instead of answering directly I unbuckled my belt and pushed my trousers down, my intended answer springing forth. Elaine's eyes opened wide and she hastily looked away. "Take hold of me, Elaine," I said softly. "You know you want to." Whether she wanted to or not I had no idea. She gave me a look, looked at my erection again, gave me another look, and then her hand came down and captured me.  That was fine by me. I kept stroking breasts and pussy and she started stroking my cock. There was nothing tentative about what she was doing. She knew exactly how to handle one, knowledge that I suspected came from practice.  Now while a little bit of touching and petting is all very well it is only the beginning, the entrée, so to speak, with the main course coming up. I could tell that Elaine was warming up nicely, squirming a little under my touch, her breathing getting deeper, her passage nice and damp. I extracted myself from her grasp, moving her legs further apart and kneeling between them. I started moving closer, cock nicely lined up, a pair of fingers spreading her lips.  "Ah, I'm not sure about this, Mr Davidson," she told me. Like I cared? "It's OK," I said calmly. "We'll just start up a little. We can always stop if you don't like the way I do things." And if she believed that she was totally naïve, which I did not believe. My cock pressed between her lips and then started sliding down her passage, her hips rising to meet me, letting me sink into her faster than I expected. Then it was a case of, "Oh my god, you're really doing it. I didn't think you would. I thought you were only teasing me a bit. I'm sure you shouldn't be doing this. I've never done this before you know." That last was a little hard for me to swallow, because a virgin she certainly wasn't. I was about to make a pithy comment when common sense slapped me across the back of the head. Never contradict a woman, especially if you're fucking her. "Well, now you have, and might I say you're handling yourself superbly. You feel absolutely marvellous. I've never know a girl as sweet as you. You are fantastic." I was also stroking her breasts while I pumped energetically into her. I wasn't alone with that energy expenditure, either. She was responding sweetly, hips rising swiftly as she pushed to meet me, eager to take me as deep as possible. I kept right on talking, not giving her a chance to talk herself into regrets. I praised her breasts, twisting my head to drop light kisses on them. My hands stroked her generally, while I lauded the feel and texture of her skin. I stoked silken hair, softly admiring the colour and texture, drew a fingertip lightly across her lips, telling her what lovely lips she had. And all the time I was talking my hips were going bump, bump, bump, as I drove fiercely into her. Oddly enough I was taking her far more energetically than I'd normally take a woman. She just seemed to cast some sort of spell on me. Even the scent of her was like an aphrodisiac, another thing I hastened to tell her. The way I was taking her I wouldn't have been surprised if I'd come in an early rush. What did surprise me, I guess, was the fact that I didn't, but was able to keep on going. I finally shut-up with the sweet-talk, mainly because I needed my breath for what I was doing. Elaine didn't seem to have any breath to spare for chatting, either, as she was gasping and giving little grunts of ecstatic effort as she met my thrusting cock, pushing herself hard up against me, seeming to want more and more of what I was supplying.  Things finished fairly quickly after that. I found myself out of control, moving harder and faster, everything drawing towards a grand finale. For me, anyway. The way I was travelling Elaine was on her own and good luck to her. I was spared the embarrassment of leaving her unsatisfied. She climaxed at about the same time I did, hands jammed against her mouth to stifle any cries. I guess she didn't want to alert anyone else around as to what was going on in the van. After I'd tidied up a little I suggested that I drop her off somewhere, like at her house, possible. She seemed quite relieved at the thought. She was looking distinctly dishevelled, even if she had tried to tidy up a little.  An added benefit to driving her home. I was able to get her address and phone number. Maybe I could invite her around to babysit for me. Not that I have any children as of yet, but I guess I'm just a big kid at heart. i n t e r r a c i a l ( i )     When I was a freshman at college some years ago I fucked, used and abused my room-mate's girlfriend who had come down to stay for a long weekend from their home town North of DC. I don't regret it, after all she was the one who had got totally wasted at the party we had attended that night and had staggered back into our dorm room and forgotten that Dirk and I had swapped beds last week because he wanted to have the bed near the window. Dirk was was passed out cold on his new bed, he was more smashed than Rochelle was and had no idea what was about to happen to his trophy girlfriend. I am not a drinker, I like the odd beer, the occasional glass of wine but I never get drunk, I think you fuck up big time when you get as wrecked as Rochelle did. When Rochelle landed on my bed in the darkness, after getting up to go to the bathroom from the guest room she was supposed to be sleeping in and coming into our room ten minutes later, I almost told her she was in the wrong room and definitely in the wrong bed but she wrapped her arms around me and planted a hot kiss on my mouth and said in a slurred voice. "Love you baby boy, love you lots." She tasted of wine, and beer and she rubbed herself seductively against me and my crotch stirred. I half expected her to realize I wasn't Dirk and jump off me with a scream of embarrassment but she didn't and I was about to push her off me despite the fact she had aroused me slightly but she sealed her fate by half slurring out the words. "Why'd you get a white guy for a room-mate baby boy? You know I don't like white guys, and he is real white!" Now I'm not racist, but it hit me between the eyes at that moment that Rochelle was in fact herself quite racist, she's always been polite to me since we had first met at the beginning of our new semester when she came down for the first to visit her boyfriend, so had Dirk, but I realised at that very moment that both of them only really tolerated me rather than liked me and I felt quite hurt about this and then I felt angry and hurt. Dirk had invited me to go to the party with them that evening I realised out of politeness, they didn't want my company, and they had got drunk very quickly, probably because it was a way of making me leave early, because getting drunk is not my forte.  I squeezed Rochelle's buttocks. Buttocks that were firm, rounded and richly honey tinted in colour. Rochelle was lovely to look at, she was nearly six foot tall with the most beautiful mass of dark brown ringlets cascading over round face, with slightly slanting black eyes, a thin long nose and lips that were deliciously large and moist. Her complexion was something I had heard termed as "medium complexted," and was quite desirable among her peer group. She had large firm breasts, that were pressing into me and I heard myself say in a throaty voice, trying to put on Dirk's slightly southern drawl. "Let me have a feel at your tits baby girl." She didn't even hesitate, she moved obligingly and I pulled up her t-shirt over her breasts and got a handful of hot mocha flesh and squeezed it and then pulled on what was a surprisingly plump tit. She winced as I was not gentle and she said, "That hurts baby boy." It might hurt I thought wryly but her tit was hardening under my ministrations and I said. "I think you like it baby girl, so shut the fuck up." She went still her on top of me, her beery breath was hot on my neck, I knew her eyes were open as I could see her even in the darkness but she was so smashed she didn't realise she was not talking to Dirk, or that the person she was looking at was not Dirk because in the darkness we all look the same I realise, Dirk himself was also smashed out of his brains, and was totally unconscious lying face down on his bed, snoring his head off. I wondered what the football coach would say if he could see him now, his prize quarterback, sleeping off a drinking binge in which he had all but drowned his liver and brain in beer. "I'm sorry," she said in a small voice and her voice wobbled not only from the drink and I found myself wanting to make her cry. "I don't know why I date you," I said, "You talk too much and you're an airhead, I mean you don't even want to go to school, you just want to be a hair dresser." I spoke with a sneer, I knew these things because I had heard Dirk talking to Rochelle on the phone on several occasions, I hadn't really thought anything of it, until now that was but I realised that I had enough information about Rochelle to make her think she was talking to her boyfriend. Not nice of me I know, but my hurt was now pure anger and I wanted to punish Rochelle and by proxy Dirk for not being honest with me. My offer of friendship to them had been genuine but now I could see theirs was not, I was the only white person on campus Dirk associated with, not by choice but because I was his roomy, he no more wanted me around than Rochelle did. "I love you baby boy!" she cried out and she kissed me, her tongue sliding inside my mouth and lapping at me eagerly. I let her kiss me and then I pushed her away. I felt her tremble and then I felt the splash of her tears on my face. "I'll do anything for you baby boy," she said as she cried, "Anything!" "I could do with you getting your mouth around my cock and sucking me off," I said crudely and with Dirk's elegant drawl, my mom always said I was a good mimic, and she was right. She didn't hesitate, this was one insecure girl even when drunk, she edged her way down me, her tits scraping over my chest and then down to my crotch. I felt her hands on the boxer shorts I slept in and she tugged at them, I raised my buttocks so she could pull them down and she said hoarsely as she cupped my balls and fondled them. "I love you baby boy!" "Love my cock instead," I said and I heard her sigh and then her hands were lifting my throbbing cock out of my pants and she lowered her head down and began to suck on my cock. It was obvious that she often gave head to Dirk often because Rochelle knew what she doing. She nibbled at my helmet and I was glad that both Dirk and I were circumcised, I had noticed that when we had gone for a piss at the same time, and we were both well endowed. In fact other than the colour of our skin we were almost identical in height, size and weight, we both had closely cropped hair, mine was blonde to his black, smooth angular jaw lines, fit trim bodies, we both loved going to the gym and we both muscular in our arms and legs. I parted my legs to give Rochelle more work room and she raised her mouth momentarily off my cock and said sweetly. "Thank you baby boy." "Just get on with it," I said and she quickly obeyed me. She rolled her luscious mouth up and down my shaft in hot wet steady strokes. She licked, she nibbled, she lapped, whilst her hands worked on my balls. I controlled my breathing, enjoying the sensation, and I heard myself say. "Get your tongue around my balls bitch!" As I said it I got a handful of her long curly hair and helped her, she gagged slightly, tried to resist for a moment and I said with Dirk's distinctive twang in my command. "You know you want too, do it!" She did it, suddenly her tongue was rolling around my balls and I jerked in her mouth and she grabbed my hips to keep herself on the bed. I heard her groan and I found myself sweating and smiling at the same time. "Kiss my balls baby girl, let me hear you kiss them down there, show me how much you love me, go on, kiss them, let me hear you kiss them, that's it!." She did kiss them, with loud hot smacking kisses that made me almost laugh out loud, she licked them too and fondled them and finally she eased her mouth off my now rock hard ten inch long throbbing, pulsating shaft, saying. "Let me finish you off by hand baby boy." "I want to come in your mouth and all over your face," I said and her eyes went huge in the darkness, she started to protest that I had never done that before to her and I interrupted her and said that just because we hadn't done it before didn't mean she didn't want it because her tits said otherwise and I suspected her pussy was sopping wet too at the thought of it. I think she might of blushed, she was half sitting on my leg and I felt her crotch contract against my flesh and I knew I was right. She let me push her head back down to my cock and she began to suck on my helmet intently, she tugged on my shaft with her soft hands, helping milk it toward its objective. I suddenly gushed into her mouth in a strong creamy spurt and this startled her at first, she started to move away but I held her head in place and she began to gulp down my offering,  I pushed her head away a bit so I could spurt over all over her face whilst ordering her to get as much of it down her throat which she did, I also dumped a huge load all over her face and over her mouth and when I had finished cumming with a satisfied grunt I made her use her mouth and tongue to clean me up. She was sweating by then, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue working hard to do the task I had set her, she was moaning and mewling and her face was sticky with my cum and she sagged against my crotch, dazed and still very drunk and not on the same planet as me in fact. "That was real nice baby boy," she said smacking and licking her lips in real appreciation, "Real nice." "Thank me then," I said, "Thank me real nicely." She giggled, "Thank you baby boy, thank you very very much." "Thank me properly," I drawled at her and I pinched her sticky cheek quite hard, "Tell me how much you liked having me cum in your mouth and over your face." "Thank you for cumming in my mouth and over my face," she said smiling broadly and stickily at me, "It was real good." "A real vanilla treat," I said and she laughed not realising what I was actually saying to her, "And I think you deserve another vanilla treat, don't you think?" I could have ended it there but I didn't, I was still feeling hurt and aggrieved so I pulled her up to me and began to fondle her tits, she let out a groan of pleasure and arched her back. Her tits were the size of juicy plums, I enjoyed rolling them around in my mouth and making them harden again, so did she, she squealed, moaned and cried out. I glanced towards Dirk's bed but he was snoring away, he would be like that for hours, he had no idea I was using his girlfriend as my own personal fuck buddy. I soon had her legs over my shoulders and was giving her hot and very wet pussy a seeing to with my tongue. She tasted both salty and sweet and she loved it, her butt bounced up and down on the bed and she begged me not to stop, telling me I was her baby boy and she would love me until the end of time and did I feel the same about her? "Sure," I said, "And I would love her until the end of time if she spread her legs side enough for me to put my now once again engorged cock inside her waiting and very willing pussy." She spread her legs so wide and so suddenly it was like climbing on top of the Grand Canyon and having to fill it but fill it up I did. She was actually quite tight, in fact she was really tight and it dawned on me suddenly that whilst Rochelle could give real good head, that was all she had been doing, giving head and getting her pussy licked, or being hand fucked by Dirk, he hadn't actually fucked her because he wanted to save that experience for their wedding night. "Oh baby boy" she babbled as she eagerly kissed my mouth as I began to work my way inside her hot steaming pussy, feeling the blockage within and pushing against it "I'm so glad you're doing thissssssssss for meeeeeeeeee.....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I thought you wanted to wait until we were married!" "I changed my mind,"I grunted pushing a bit harder, and she moaned, bucked slightly, cried out and grabbed my shoulders and I decided that I might as well make her eyes bulge in their sockets, I thrust, as hard as I could and she let out a yell that surely should have woken Dirk but it didn't, her eyes shot wide open, and I was delighted to see even in the darkness the shocked expression on her beautiful face as her cherry was well and truly popped by my cock, her mouth formed into a huge "O", her breath exploded out of her body, and my cock drove deep inside her, in fact, if I had shoved any harder, my balls would have been inside her too. Tears flooded her eyes but at the same time she was wrapping her long brown legs around my butt despite her pain, for she had experienced a shudder of pleasure too as well as pain. "I thought you'd be gentle with me the first time," she sobbed out, she was in momentary shock and her voice choked up, "Oh baby boy that hurt real bad!" "Oh shut the fuck up!"I snapped down at her as she blubbed away "You'd think we were doing something special and meaningful, I'm fucking you the way you want to be fucked, so shut up and put up, you wanted it, well now you've got it now, a cock in your pussy!" That shut her up real fast, her mouth snapped shut and her lower lip trembled even more. i n t e r r a c i a l ( ii ) I started to hump her and I humped her hard, at first she winced and cried out with each of my deep hard thrusts, it was really uncomfortable for her but soon my cock shaft found her clit, and the discomfort turned into waves of pleasure, she clutched at my back, her head now buried into my neck, crying out with each stroke of my cock in her pussy. She was still quite tight but she was juiced up so it was not too difficult, and I made sure I went as deep as I could, moving her ass up the bed, my balls banging against her butt, heavy and fully loaded. "YES! OH YES! OH YES!" she wailed suddenly over and over again, and I pulled away from her head which was bouncing against my neck and let my mouth find a plum tit to suck at the same time mauling her other breast, and slowly but surely I began to build up to cumming again. There was a roar in my ears, I was flying high and flying low, it was like I was on another planet and it felt so damn good! I stopped sucking her tit and pressed my mouth against her ear, saw her closed eyes, her face which was full of ecstasy, tasted her salty sweat in my mouth and whispered. "I'm going to cum inside of you!" Her eyes shot open when she heard my words, her mouth opened and shut frantically, and she shook her head trying to tell me no but I dived deep into her again, catching her clit so hard she bucked against me, letting out a gurgle of pleasure that went something like, " Oh GURRRRRRRHHHHHH OH ARRRRRRGGGHHHHH SHITTTTTT!" I did another hard thrust that set her off again and I pressed my mouth to her ear again and whispered, "Beg me to cum inside of you, beg me you cherry popped cock loving little bitch!" Well she begged me to cum inside of her, and I mean really begged me, and I eventually obliged, I came inside of her with gush after gush of cum, and she came too in what was obviously one of the best orgasms she had never had in the whole of her 18 years. She bucked, she thrashed, she shuddered against me in her orgasmic state, she kissed me all over my face, she laughed, she wailed, she practically sang out her pleasure and I was glad we were the only ones in the dorm that weekend because she certainly made one hell of a racket. And Dirk slept through it all. Finally her orgasm subsided and I made sure my balls were well and truly emptied in side of her spasming pussy. She sagged against me with a moan of satisfaction and sloppily kissed my neck. I let her,"That was wonderful baby boy," she slurred and her eyes began to close, I slapped her face, not too hard but enough to waken her. "You aint finished yet bitch," I said roughly and she looked sleepily bewildered. I pinched her tits and that made her squeal and her eyes jerk open. I sat up in the bed and made her do the same even though all she wanted to do was sleep, spunk was flooding out between her legs, but I forced her head between my legs and made her use her mouth and tongue to clean me up. She did it too, and would you believe the bitch really got into it again? For a third time and she lost another cherry on my bed that night, I butt fucked her, had her straddle me, facing away from me, holding onto my legs and filling that lovely brown bottom full of my spunk; she was almost completely gone by then, she didn't even scream that loudly when my cock filled up her tight asshole. I spat into her asshole to lube it, and I pushed the helmet of my cock into place and began to make my entry. She strained to get away from it but I held her shoulders and soon her asshole began to give, and my cock began to slide into her asshole and she groaned and bucked but I was successful and she was wedged onto my cock and her butt cheeks clamped around my cock shaft as I rolled back and forth, smiling at the popping sound as we squelched together, cock to butt. She obeyed me when I told her to bounce back and forth on my firmly wedged cock so I could eventually come for a third time, I know she didn't enjoy it as much as me as she cried as she was doing it, but she did it and she did it real well. Her distress combined with the fact she was also aroused actually made me last longer than normal, and I pounded her butt for as long as I could, and then I thrust long and hard and upward and I gushed up into her bowels in wave after wave of hot streaming spunk. She jerked forward with the first spurt inside of her, crying out as she did and I gripped her still heaving buttocks and rammed harder inside of her and made sure my balls were well and truly empty and her butt was well and truly filled to the brim. "Have you finished baby boy?" her voice shook and sounded small and weak when she finally managed to say something, "Oh God my ass really throbs, it's on fire, oh God, oh God, oh God!!" "You're nice and full,"I said and she let out a moan. "I feel bloated and full up, my bottom really hurts." She began to cry and I said. "But you're nice and full though, aren't you baby girl?" "Yes," she croaked out, "Really full, oh God, oh God" "You got what you wanted, didn't you?" I said roughly and she moaned and squirmed. "Yes," she moaned and her head turned, "It's wrong, but I wanted it, oh God I wanted it!" I started to pull my foot up and it brushed against her face and she turned again and I felt her lips brush over my toes, a tongue flick out and she lapped, yes she lapped at my foot. Rochelle it seemed had drunk herself into such a stupor that every sexual primordial desire was pouring out of her, she had so it seemed an ability to get rip-roaringly drunk, but be very much awake on a subconscious level, a level that very much base and desire orientated. Every now and then the real Rochelle surfaced but it was I realized the real Rochelle on another subconscious level. There was no way she was aware of what she was doing, not on a conscious level, I knew this instinctively and I reveled in it. I enjoyed the sensation of her mouth working on my foot, she then moved to my other foot, ministering to it in the same way, licking, sucking, and lapping and mewling and when I had enough I pulled my foot away and her head flopped onto the mattress. Spunk flooded out of her bottom as I withdrew from her now very stretched asshole and she fell suddenly sleep instantly on the bed which was now a mass of spunk filled sheets. I went off and had a nice long shower, came back and she was still sprawled on my bed in a cum covered stupor, asleep or rather completely unconscious by then. It was pretty easy to drag her off my bed, and put her onto the floor, then strip off the bed, put the soaked linen into my laundry basket, change the sheets, and then got Rochelle to her feet and half carried her, she sort of woke up but she had no idea where she was or who she was for that matter, and she staggered beside me as I took her down an empty almost identical corridor next to our dormitory and dumped her into one of the male toilet cubicles.   I did this because I wanted her to be totally disorientated when she woke up. Whatever memories she thought she might have would disappear as she finally came to her senses. I doubted she'd remember anything, only the state she was in would tell her what had happened to her. I looked at her draped over the toilet seat, drunk, sated and totally cum soaked and I stroked my cock as I looked down at her. It took a while to get my cock up again but I managed it and when I was almost ready to come for the fourth time, I pulled her head up from the toilet seat, gripped her jaw so it dropped open and jacked off in her mouth, she swallowed a lot of it and I must have trained her well because in her drunken stupor, she moved toward me and her lips puckered up to kiss and suck on my helmet. It seemed that Rochelle had a real liking for cock, and with a grunt the last of my spunk sprayed over her face and I put my cock back into my pants and left her where she was to sleep off the worst of her binge drinking. I went back to my shared room, opened the window to dissipate the smell of sex and climbed back into bed, I was shattered but I was also feeling very content, I had, had my revenge, a cruel, harsh revenge but revenge all the same, my mother was right, revenge was certainly a dish best served piping hot with a quality wine on the side! I didn't see Rochelle until the next day, in the evening as I got up early and went out for the whole day. She was pale faced, quiet and she looked frightened. She obviously had no real memory of what had happened, or rather she knew what had happened to her but she just couldn't remember who had done it to her. It was obvious she had not told Dirk, she had apparently cleaned herself up when she had come too and when I came back to the dorm room she did ask me tentatively what time they had got back to the dorm last night, was I with them and had I seen her at any point in time? I told her matter of factly I had no idea what time she and Dirk had got back to the dorm as I had left the party some time before them and had gone to bed as I was so tired; Yes I vaguely remember Dirk coming in at some point but wasn't she sleeping in the guest room next door? She had swallowed hard and looked like she was going to cry as her eyes watered frantically and she let out a tiny little sob, I said nothing more and she left the following day to go home to DC. The following semester I found a new room mate, as did Dirk and we parted quite amicably in fact but with no desire to see each other again, not even at a reunion. I was eventually at some point told by a mutual acquaintance of both mine and Dirk that Rochelle had gone and got herself knocked up, and Dirk apparently wasn't the baby daddy. The acquaintance who was a real gossip told me that Rochelle had told Dirk that it was his baby but he knew she was lying, because it turned out that Dirk could only fire blanks, mumps as a child, he hadn't got around to telling her this but he knew the baby in her belly couldn't be his and a DNA test proved him right. Ironically at that moment in time neither of them suspected me for one moment, I was nothing but an inconsequential white person who happened to have drifted into their lives for a brief moment in time. However Dirk turned out to be quite a decent person because despite the fact that Rochelle had been unfaithful to him, she admitted she had no idea who the father her child was, she had been too drunk, and had been taken advantage of and she had panicked when she had realized what had happened, he married her. The mutual acquaintance got an invite to the wedding reception, I didn't but I did not expect to, the mutual unacquainted by the way was Black but unlike Dirk and Rochelle, he had friends of every color. By then though I had moved on but I did see Rochelle again briefly, at mine and Dirk's graduation, three years later, her son was three by then, an attractive light complected little boy with, a narrow nose, a mop of lovely yellow wavy hair and large pale grey eyes. The little boy was holding onto Rochelle's hand with a solemn look on his face. Rochelle looked stunning in a flowing pink summer dress, white court shoes and a floppy designer hat with a matching pink and white scarf tied around it. She turned and our eyes met and I looked at her steadily and slowly color crept up her neck, infusing into her face and she turned quickly away, confusion on her face, three years ago she had not thought of me in relation to her little "accident" but now, she was wondering the impossible, and it was an awful possibility if it was true. I smiled as I too turned away, well that would teach Rochelle that prejudice only got you into a whole heap of trouble, because she had a constant reminder of it in the form of a baby boy who was real white to look at, just like his real Daddy... n o n c o n s e n s u a l   My next door neighbors moved in about 6 months ago. John was a divorced father with a teenage daughter named Mindy and a 6 year old son named Ben. Mindy was 18, slender, 5'3, with long auburn hair, a tiny waist, and perky C sized tits. Her legs were long, her stomach was tight, and her ass looked like you could bounce a quarter off of it. How did I know this? My neighbors had a pool that Mindy and her friends enjoyed most of the summer much to my amusement. Halloween is a big night in this neighborhood and all the kids are out and about. John worked a night shift so he wasn't able to take Ben trick or treating. So, being the good big sister she was, Mindy agreed to take Ben around before she went to her own costume party at her boyfriend's house. Ben was dressed as Superman and Mindy was dressed as a sexy French Maid complete with fishnet stockings, black heels, short dress, little hat, and feather duster. She had her hair up high with 2 curls cascading down either cheek. When I opened my door and saw them both there I patted young Ben on the head and said to Mindy, "Great costume." I was so turned on by the sight of her it took everything I had to play the passive neighbor card.  They both stepped inside and I gave Ben some candy which he gleefully accepted. Before they left, Mindy set her feather duster down on my entry chair in order to adjust Ben's cape and forgot about it. I noticed it the moment she forgot it but didn't say anything as I was dying to see her again in her costume. About 3 hours later there was a knock on my door and there was Mindy. "Did I leave my feather duster here?" she asked, "I just tucked Ben into bed and was leaving for my boyfriend's party when I realized it was gone."  It was a windy night and she was coughing as she spoke because of dust in her throat. I realized this was my chance... possibly my only chance. Seeing this luscious little teenager prance around in her bikini all summer had done something to me, and now, seeing her in this sexy maid outfit crossed me all the way to the dark side. I HAD to have her. "Can I offer you a soda?" I asked. She accepted with a smile. "I'm sorry but I don't have your feather duster Mindy, but I might have another one around here somewhere you can use." I lied to her. I went to the kitchen and opened a can of COKE, then opened up 3 codeine capsules I had a prescription for and poured them in. Mindy was thirsty and gulped down her soda as we talked and I looked for a feather duster she could use.  "I'm really tired tonight." she yawned "Must be from all of that walking with Ben."  "Must be" I innocently replied "Is it me or is it hot in here?" she sighed "Maybe you should lie down for a few minutes." I suggested trying to sound concerned.  "Maybe I should but only for a few minutes." was her slurred response.  I was helping her down the hall when she passed out. I snatched her into my arms and carried her into my bedroom.  I laid her on the bed and then waited a minute or so to make sure she was out.  "Mindy??" I whispered as I shook her shoulder gently "Mindy honey? You awake??" She was out cold and laid out like a gift wrapped present for me. First thing I did was to pull out my camera as I was determined to get as many photos from this experience as I could.  I snapped pictures of every level of her undressing. I gently slid my hands all over her young body. She was out like a light and totally under my control. I unzipped her costume down back and slowly removed it an inch at a time, revealing her soft white skin. I slid the dress down and off her helpless body and photographed her laying there in a black bra, matching thong, black hose, heels, and maid hat.  I rolled her onto her back and spread apart her nylon covered legs. I buried my head between her legs and began to lick and nibble at the sweet surprise waiting behind her thong. As I tore thru her nylon crotch with my teeth my hands slid up her belly and underneath her black bra.  Judging from her hard nipples and hot, wet pussy, her body was ready to be fucked, even if the rest of her was out cold.  I took her own feather duster and teased her pussy and tits with it. Her body was responding to this and began to moan.  I ate her young pussy and played with her beloved young tits for the better part of an hour before I decided to stick my dick in her mouth. I took off my pants and boxers, knelt over her, and guided my cock in her mouth.  Here I was, face fucking this perfect ten 18 year old that I lusted after for half a year. I couldn't believe my luck! Just when I thought it couldn't get any better Mindy started to wake up but was tuned on and out of it.  When I pulled my dick from between her ruby red lips she muttered, "Fuck me Josh honey!" Josh must have been her boyfriend. Her eyes were still closed but she moved her hand to her cunt and started to finger herself!!  So before she could figure out what was happening, I spread her legs (still in nylons and heels) wide, wrapped over my shoulders and plunged my cock deep inside my neighbor's daughter.  She loved it and began screaming out in ecstasy, "Yes Josh baby! Yes!! Yes!!"  I fucked her hard and deep, then roughly flipped her tiny body over, yanked her to knees and hands and plunged my naked cock into her from behind. As I did this I tore off her open bra and flung it across the room.  "GOD YES!! FUCK ME BABY!!" she called out again and again. "Just remember to pull out this time, OK baby?"  Thinking Josh was inside her made realize I could what I wanted so before she could protest I shot my hot load of jizz deep inside her unprotected womb.  "Dammit Josh. I told you not to cum in me again. You know I'm not on the pill right now!" she mumbled angrily "But that did feel good baby. You feel much bigger than usual."  I said nothing but pulled out of her dripping cunt and then spooned her from behind until she passed out again.  Then, as she lay there asleep, I posed her with her thumb in her mouth, the feather duster in her pussy, and various other things while I snapped away with my camera. When I was finished with her, I dressed her, except for the bra which I kept as a souvenir, carried her to her car, drove her close to her boyfriends house (she had told me where it was earlier) and then taken a cab home. I spoke to her a few days later and asked how her party was. She seemed embarrassed and said she didn't remember much of anything from that night. A month later she found out she was pregnant and was crushed when her boyfriend dumped her and her father threw her out of the house. She miscarried a few weeks later but still didn't know where to go.  Luckily... she has neighbors like me who will take her in. I'll find SOME way for her to earn her keep. i n c e s t     It was hot and dark, and I'd let the covers fall off my curvy body because I was too hot underneath them.  It wasn't long before I hear it -- the small creak of the door which told me it was slowly opening and the quiet bend of the floorboards as someone made their way over to my bed.   Feigning sleep, I wandered who it was; mum never usually came in to my room at night, and my brother was already out with his friends, so it could only be -- "Mm fuck sweetie, I wish you were awake right now." My daddy crooned from above me. I smelt his musk as he hovered close to my head, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body.   The covers lifted off my legs and felt the mattress dip as he slid in to bed behind me. Ever since I'd turned eighteen, my daddy seemed far more interested in me than before.   Lingering touches here, straying gazes there; I knew it was wrong, but couldn't bring myself to say anything.  His hand rested on my hip and, before I could move or say anything, he'd pulled me back in to his body. Fuck! He was so warm, and something hard was rubbing against my ass.   I was so hot that night that I'd only put on my skimpy silk shorts under an oversized t-shirt -- slowly, ever so slowly, I felt my daddy's hand run down my hip and rest on my shorts. Maybe if I spoke up now he'd stop. I knew this was so wrong.  "Nggh." He groaned behind me as he tugged my shorts up. I could feel them now wedged between my ass cheeks. His hand slipped down over my hip and started cupping my now bare ass cheeks. He squeezed one, and then the other. What should I do? I pretended to move slightly to act like I was waking up and hoped that would scare him in to leaving. Groaning as he squeezed my ass, though, I don't think he got the right impression. "Baby? You waking up? Mm- you were such a good girl tonight." "Da-daddy?" I pretended to be confused, all the while trying to curl in on myself. "Yes baby, daddy's got a reward for you being such a good girl tonight, cleaning up after dinner, making daddy a coffee. You're turning in to a really good girl, y'know that?" He shifted closer, over my neck, and I felt his hot breath fanning over my collar giving me goose bumps.  "Daddy, what are you doing?" I giggled at the feeling, placing my hand on his over my hip to try and push it away. "Don't you want daddy's gift, baby? You've been so good, I've been dying to give it to you all night," he whispered, gripping my hip harder with his one hand and sliding the other under my body to wrap around my middle and hold my body against his. Mummy had given me 'the talk' when I'd turned eighteen but I'd barely listened- I think what was rubbing against my ass had something to do with it though. "Daddy, please, this is wrong!" I tried to tell him, but he only rutted against me insistently.  "Shhh baby, I know you're going to enjoy this, just let daddy help you out, okay?" I tuned in to the bed, trying to squirm away, but he rolled so one leg was thrown over me. The hard length against my ass was so big, rubbing against me so smoothly, that I was getting worried. As quickly as he had begun, daddy slipped off of me and turned me to face him. he straddled me and started rubbing against me more slowly.  "Mm darling, I know this is a surprise for you, but don't you want to help daddy out?" He whispered, leaning down to kiss my neck. I gasped, arching up in to him and hating myself for it.  "Ugh-daddy- please." "Yes, now you're getting it. Daddy' s going to give you something very special, okay darling? He's going to give you a kiss that only good girls get. Isn't that what you want honey?"  "Y-yes daddy, I want to make you happy. I just don't want to get in trouble with mum!" I squirmed against him which he seemed to enjoy, but his hands continued roaming up and down my sides. The more I squirmed, the more my shorts rubbed into my pussy and between my ass cheeks.  "What about if I promise not to tell mummy? I just want to help you baby." His hands how found their way under my shirt and he sat up on top of me, squeezing my juicy tits even as he continued to grind against me. "Mm- agh -- daddy!" I moaned. As much as I didn't want to, I could already feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, soaking my silk shorts. This had never happened around someone else before! I panicked, trying to move, but daddy kept on grinding. He saw my indecision and leant down again, smothering me against the bed, and brushed his lips against mine.  "Mmm- baby, I've waited so long for this, you have no idea." His mouth was so close to mine, I could smell his heat. "Wanted to have you in every room but mum has never been away for long enough. I know you're gonna please me so much baby, gonna make daddy so proud." "I -- I will daddy. I'll make you proud." With that he smashed his lips against mine. 1 month later. "Oh, you wore that lingerie I got you, huh?" Daddy was standing at the side of my bed as I knelt on it with my dressing gown open so that my huge tits were on display.  "Come over here and suck my cock then." "Yes daddy," I replied, already sticking my thong-clad ass in the air and salivating to gag on his cock. He pulled it out of his pyjama bottoms and stroked it several times before nudging against my mouth. He used to have to coax it in slowly or persuade me when we first started, but now I sucked it down like a drowning woman sucks in air. Soon, it was covered in saliva as I eagerly grabbed his thighs and drooled all over it. I suckled on the head reverently before deepthroating it, and repeating the action as much as possible.  Soon, even that wasn't enough, and daddy grabbed my head to fuck my face. "Oooh yes! Yes baby, that's it, you good little whore. Fucking so good for me, aren't you? Ready to become daddy's little sex toy? Fucking perfect baby, so hungry for my cock. Wish your mother could see you now," He moaned as he slammed his cock so far down my throat that the head popped down into the tightness of my neck. He released me as I felt his cock pulse, probably not wanting to waste cum down my throat. We both preferred to fill my pussy and ass with it instead, plug it up to keep it in if possible.  Kneeling up further I licked a huge, fat stripe up the underside of his thick cock and then began stroking it as I gave kitten licks to the head. This was going to be a great night... i n t e r r a c i a l     My best friend who lived next door moved away about a year ago. She moved back East to be near her family after her husband died. Several months after she moved the house was sold to a black man.   My friends told me they were frighten for me and I should think about moving. I never had much contact with people of color and I must admit I made sure all my doors and windows were locked at night.   I made no attempt to be friendly and kept my distance. One day when I walked passed his house I looked back and saw him watching me and I rushed into the house. I think he was looking at my butt. A couple of weeks later he saw me struggling with a large potted plant that I had purchased for my patio. The place I purchased it from loaded it but I couldn't unload it alone.   He asked if he could help and before I really answered he pulled over his garden wagon and loaded it on, then proceeded to take it in my back yard and place it exactly where I wanted it.   I offered to pay him but I could tell that offended him. We did end up actually having about a 20 minute conversation. I was pleasantly surprised. He invited me over for the 4th of July for a small gathering he was having. It was quite nice and I felt comfortable because I was not the only white person there.   I had a great time and after the evening was over I left as did everyone else.  His lights were on rather late and I thought that he was probably cleaning up. When he answered the door that is exactly what he said and I insisted on helping him finish up.   I felt very comfortable and secure around him and I guess that came from getting to know him better a little better. Actually I like him but that is something I would never admit openly and more than once I caught him looking at me like he was interested. I was in the kitchen helping him cleanup. He put his hands in the small of my back as if he was passing by but his touch lingered. He slowly moved it down until his hand rested firmly on the inner left cheek of my ass.   He massaged it slowly and by this time I was very nervous. He kept rubbing my ass and I could tell he was enjoying the feel. I didn't know what to do but it felt good. I was getting wet.   He reached around me and unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. When he got to my panties they came down with the shorts.   He started kissing and gently biting my bare ample buttocks. I closed my eyes but I started shaking uncontrollably and I pulled my panties and shorts back up and rushed out of the house and disappeared into my own home. "How could I let a black man touch me like that?" After that I did my best to avoid him but we live next door to each other and that didn't last long. He came over after a few days and asked if I was OK.   I wouldn't let him in. It crossed my mind he might take what he wanted. I said I was OK and shut the door. I felt so confused, so guilty and so bad for treating him that way. I decided later it was wrong and even though I did not want to be intimate with him he never did anything to make me afraid of him.   He should understand I didn't want our friendship to be on that level. I went over and explained this to him and he just said, "It was disappointing because he really like me but we'll just leave it at that!" Weeks passed and we kept our distance but I could not stop thinking of how his hand felt on my ass. One night when I returned home from a boring date I saw his patio light on and I went over. I could tell he was surprised but he did not invite me in but allowed me in after I asked.   We talked and he said I missed you and I apologized for how I had acted. I left after a few minutes and he thanked me for stopping by. I called him within 20 minutes and asked if I could come back because I had a surprise for him.   He said OK and I showed up in the exact same outfit I had on in his kitchen weeks before. I went back to his kitchen pulled my shorts and panties down and said to him, I think this is where we left off. He got on his knees and began to suck both checks of my ass. It felt so good. Then he spread the cheeks and tongued my asshole (no one has ever gone there before).   He told me to step out of my shorts and panties and he led me to the bedroom dimming the lights on the way. He took my bra off and my big white tits fell out. The nipples were hard as rocks and he made that comment when he sucked them. I was breathing so hard he asked if I was OK.   I couldn't even talk so I just nodded. I was laying crossways the bed and he got on his knees (on the floor) and staring kissing the inside of my thighs. I started begging him to please fuck me.   I cannot stand it any longer. Please fuck me. He didn't. He took my clit in his mouth and sucked it for what seemed like an hour. I was beside myself. I was cumming and cumming and cumming.   I loved seeing his black head between my legs eating my white pussy. Finally he stood up and I could see the budge in his shorts. When he took off his shorts all I could think was, "I cannot take all of that". I doubt if he can even get the head in. I teared up and started begging him not to hurt me. Please don't hurt me. He got on top of me but didn't enter me.   He hugged me and whispered in my ear that I am not going to hurt you. He raised my legs and rested one on each arm. I raised my head to see that hard, black dick about to enter me.   I thought I was going to faint. I felt that big head forcing the lips of my pussy apart. I started panting, YES, YES, YES. I was able to only take half of him and when I saw him withdraw his dick that half was coated with my cum. I said, I'm sorry, I was trying not to cum. He said that's OK. He then buried all of it in me. It felt like it was in my throat. He let my legs down and laid flat against me. He humped me. Over and over and over.   He whispered in my ear. Saying, I have been wanting your white ass foe a long time. I think about that big white ass every day. I kept panting, YES, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME.   He kept humping me. The more he humped me the wider I tried to open my legs for him. I started crying softly and told him he could have it all. He was getting it all. There was no room left. I was stuffed. I lost control. I was crying and I put his face in my hands and started kissing him. I kissed a black man. I didn't care.   No one ever dicked me like this before. I just kept saying, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. He did. He was in deep and humped me for what seemed like hours.   When he finally pulled out all I could do was just lay there. I could not even close my legs. The little cunt hair I have down there was soaked with cum. I just laid there with my legs open and I could see he was still as hard as a rock. I asked him, "Didn't you cum?" and he just said, "Not yet." I guess I looked inviting laying there with my legs open because he raised my legs, again resting them on his arms and enter me. I tried to push him away because I thought I was spent for the night but he just said it will be OK. It was. I started moving against him, trying to match his every stroke.   He said, "That's right move that big white ass". "You want this black dick don't you"? I didn't have to answer. My movements said it all. I was cumming again. Not in my wildest dream did I ever think I could cum this many times. During marriage it was always one and done. He pulled out again and told me to get on top. Every time I saw his dick I just knew I couldn't take it all. I got on top and again it felt like it was in my throat. He laid there looking up at me and told me to take it all out but the head and just work the head in and out slowly. I did and it felt great.   I started humping his dick just like he had humped me. I leaned forward and he pushed my breast together so both nipples would fit in his mouth. His big black dick being stuffed in me and both my nipples being sucked was more than I could take. I said, "YOUR BLACK ASS IS MAKING ME CUM AGAIN."   I collapsed on top of him and just laid there. I woke up two hours later snuggled up next to him with my hand on his penis. He was awake and told me to turn over. He started rubbing my ass.   That same ass many men turn their nose up at. It felt good. He slipped about a third of his middle finger in my asshole. I just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling but after a while I was moving my big ass back and forth on his finger.   He just kept it up and I grabbed the bed with both hand and moaned I'm cumming. What had happen to me? This man made me cum with a finger up my ass. I laid there and feel asleep again. When I woke up he was sitting on the edge of the bed still half hard.   I walked around the bed and got on my knees in front of him and started to give him head. I couldn't believe I had a black dick in my mouth. It was long and thick and the head was all shiny. I tried as hard as I could to deep throat him but couldn't. I pumped him with my hands and kept tonguing his dick head.   He said, "PLEASE LET ME CUM IN YOUR MOUTH, PLEASE." I wasn't about to miss a drop but the force and amount surprised me a little. His cum flooded my mouth. It was so thick. Some ran out of the corner of my mouth. WOW, what a load. Morning came, then midday and I would not leave his bed. I have never had any man that wanted me this way. Now as soon as I get in his house I strip my clothes off. His big dick feel so good in me. WOW, I never thought I would allow a black man near me. My friends, who warned me about my neighbor now say, "I'm acting like a young girl either in love or getting some good dick." I haven't told them what is going on with me and my black neighbor.   During the next bridge party at my house I think I'll ask him to stop by. I suspect our body language will say all that needs to be said. SURPRISE, SURPRISE, SURPRISE. s u p e r n a t u r a l   Her husband was angry.  And she was so upset.  He'd said these things. "What do you mean you can't find it?! Why can't you support me?! What kind of wife are you?! Can't even find one stupid thing?!"  So very upset, and so cold.  "I don't want anything to do with you!! You can walk home!!"  He'd literally dragged her out of the wagon and thrown her onto the hard, frigid dirt road. Whenever she tried to get up, he'd only shove her back down.   The last push had her hurting her foot a bit. That gave him enough time to get back in the wagon and direct the horse onward.  Reaching out, the woman screamed and faltered a few steps ahead, but she couldn't catch up. The wagon was hauled away.  Cerisa collapsed on the road as disbelief soaked through her body. Snow began to fall, dusting her fur-lined, hooded cloak.  He'd change his mind eventually. That's how he was. He was the most inconsistent person she'd ever known. Once, he was so angry that he told her to pack up her things go to the closest brothel, since that all she was good for, according to him.   Cerisa had been so angry that she assumed life in a brothel would be better than dealing with her husband. So she obediently gathered her luggage and headed for their home's door.   Her husband blocked her and said she wasn't going anywhere.  "You just told me to go!" she'd blurted out.  "I know," he'd said with an almost defeated tone, his body oddly off-kilter, his breath reeking of alcohol, "but come to bed. It's late."  One night, he'd cheerfully offered her a slice of rare spicy cake, and he said it was all for her. So, Cerisa thanked him and ate it.   The next morning, he denied he'd ever offered the cake to her, and he screamed at her because he'd wanted to eat it.  Trembling in the cold, Cerisa thought to herself that her husband would change his mind and collect her soon. It would be best not to go far.   She limped on over to a tree, which wasn't much of a distance since there were trees on both sides of the road, and she leaned against the bark.  Rotating her ankle, working out the mild pain, Cerisa wondered if her pride, stubbornness, and anger could make freezing to death more bearable.   After all, her husband would return, and she thought she might refuse him. How dare he abandon her over a stupid, petty thing that he'd lost?!   How dare he even blame her for not being able to find the thing?! Whenever he did come back, she'd probably look up at his apologetic face and spit.  Her shoulders drooped.  Maybe she wouldn't do that, but she did want to vent her feelings ... somehow.  Wouldn't it be horrifying if a gang of bandits came after her?!  And it would be all his fault, too.  When he returned, Cerisa would tell him that. Bandits could come and do all the bad things they'd normally do. It would be an example to show how shameful, how pathetic, how pointless he was as a man. To actually leave his wife so vulnerable!  A few minutes more, and Cerisa's mind gave in. She hated this cold. She wanted to go home. She wanted her husband to hug her and say everything was fine.  But something happened, tossing all those thoughts out of her mind and replacing them with confused panic.  It was so quick that she didn't know what was happening at first.  An iron-like force swooped down in a flash, curling around her waist and dragging her away from the tree. Even through her cloak, her pale blue traveling gown, and her chemise, she felt a scraping against the bark.  Of course, Cerisa hollered and flailed. As she was carried off, she was able to notice some details, although her hysteria kept her from taking very much in.  The bare trees whizzing by. The distant sound of running water, likely from a river. Heavy footsteps beneath her. Her body wriggling against something dense and furry.  As for what was pinning her against the furry thing, that was something else, but it was also furry. And white.  It was ... an arm?!  No.  They didn't truly exist, did they?!  Whether they did or not, Cerisa wasn't about to soften up. She kicked and scratched, even though her gloves likely dulled whatever effect her short fingernails would have.  Panting breaths, they didn't belong to her. They were above her, and she felt it in the body she was held against. She smelled the fur, a bit of saliva, and an odd musk.  The creature holding her seemed to slow down when they were close to a peculiar pile of rocks and boulders that was under a tree with thick branches. Or rather, the pile seemed peculiar to Cerisa.   As the creature approached the pile, a second arm reached for one of the larger rocks.   Cerisa saw what seemed to be a hand, fingers and thumb and all, only it was furry with black padding on the palm and black claws where fingernails should be.   The creature gripped the rock and pushed it aside, making a heavy noise as it swept snow away.  A tunnel?  It was so dark!  Her captor pulled the rock back in place once they were inside that tunnel, leaving a crack that a small animal would be able to push through, a sliver of daylight.  At this point, Cerisa was exhausted, and her throat was painfully hoarse. She knew she was weak. She wished it wasn't so.  The dirt floor ... it was sloping down!!  At the end of the tunnel, which seemed fairly long to Cerisa, there was a large, round room that was clearly underground.   There were very simple torch lamps close to the walls, as if the owner of this den was afraid of accidentally knocking the fire into something. And so, the center was a bit dim in comparison. Cerisa was still able to see what was there, however.  A very large pallet of various animal furs. There were even tightly rolled bits of fur tied closed. They'd make lovely pillows. Also, a small frame displaying various tools and weapons, a canvas bag with straps, and several clay pots with lids.  It was significantly warmer under the ground than above.  But Cerisa was still trembling.  And her throat seemed to constrict.  She coughed and gasped.  Cerisa's body was lowered, and the arm let her slide down to the pallet. Immediately, she crawled off all the furs and went to the nearest wall.   She spun around and pressed her back against that wall, hacking and desperately trying to produce some saliva.  Her dark brown eyes widened as she took in her captor's appearance.  It was exactly as she'd feared.  A Wolf Man.  Tall, the white fur turning almost golden in the firelight, a menacing thing. It was heavy and thick but there was still the vaguely inverted triangle of a shape in the body.   Long legs with inhuman feet and black claws. The head was mostly shaped like a wolf's ... mostly ... perhaps a bit shorter in the muzzle. He certainly had pointed ears.  The eyes ... they seemed amber colored, almost glowing.  And he was staring at her.  But then he blinked.  And he walked away from her. He had a tail, a long fluffy tail that was wagging a little.  Why wasn't he pouncing and eating chunks of her flesh?!  The Wolf Man's claws scraped against the tightly packed dirt floor as he went over to the canvas bag. He didn't tear the bag apart, as Cerisa had first assumed he might do.   He unbuckled the flap of a lid as any human would, and then he rummaged through the thing. He pulled out a round leather flask. It looked so small in his grasp.  He stepped back towards her.  Cerisa was still coughing.  She wanted to run, but ...  She was stupidly curious.  The Wolf Man literally knelt down on one knee, and he held the flask out to her.  Cerisa would've said what or huh but all she could do was put her gloved hand to her throat and continue struggling.  He shook the flask. The wet noise of liquid sloshing rang out in the quiet air.  Well ... why would he bother poisoning her if he could simply eat her?  Damn it, she was thirsty!!  Cerisa took the flask and popped it open. Her head tilted back as water flowed down and soothed her poor throat. She gave a long, almost gratified exhale and wiped her lips with her sleeve.  The creature's black nose flexed as it curiously sniffed, and he reached out, padded palm upwards. He must have wanted the flask. Cerisa gingerly held it out. Her arm wasn't steady at all.  He swiped the flask away and went on back to his bag to put it back inside.  And Cerisa squeaked out a question.  "What do you want?"  The flask was in the bag. The Wolf Man closed the bag and left it alone.  His spine seemed to tilt as his beastly head turned back. He was staring at her again.  The ears perked up. His tail rose slightly, straight and alert.  Perhaps she shouldn't have said anything?  The muzzle parted. The long, sharp teeth glistened.  Cerisa stood up. Her legs tingled as she prepared to run. When he suddenly dashed toward her, she tried to do just that, but his long arms caught her, knocking her breath out. Then she was on the furs. They were sinfully comfortable.  She made a frightened, tangled noise as she tried to get up, her back soon missing the soft furs even with her clothing between them.   She saw a long tongue slip and dangle out from the creature's muzzle. It didn't look like a wolf's tongue. It was far too human.  A paw went to her sternum, pinning her down. It didn't hurt, but it didn't exactly calm her down.  Cerisa's voice shot up to the inhuman face. "Stop ... stop!!" She was close to weeping. Her hands gripped the arm that held her down.   She started kicking, but her legs and feet weren't strong enough to damage him.  Closer, closer ... no ... please!!  Lick!!  Her pupils shrank.  The beast's muzzle had poked into her hood, the hot breath tickling her dark hair and delicate flesh. Then his tongue had pressed against her throat and slid all the way to her ear.  "What?! No!!" Cerisa squirmed and tried to get out of the tongue's path. No good. The beast licked her again, this time on her cheek and forehead.   Some of her hair was moistened with saliva, and it stuck up like a cowlick. Her hood fell back and bunched up.  It didn't stop.  Lick after lick, leaving cooling streams of saliva, fast and almost ... giddy. His spare hand slithered over her clothes.  Then that hand went ... under ... under her skirts!!  Cerisa screamed again.  That tongue went right into her mouth.  Bite, she told herself, Bite!! Bite hard!!  But what if he turned so enraged that he scratched her face off or bit into her throat?!  As the heavy, wild scents overwhelmed her, as the slick organ danced in her mouth and tapped her teeth, Cerisa whined and scratched at the arm holding her down.  The tips of his claws only lightly touched her wool stockings as his free hand slid up and down her leg. She didn't feel any skin breaking, but she whined nonetheless.  Wishing she could hide from the beast's gaze, she closed her eyes.  The tongue left. Cerisa turned her head to one side. Her hands went to her face. Her gloves did their best to soak up the saliva as she wiped at her skin.  More animalistic sniffing, and her skirts were being pushed down past her waist.  It's ... it's fine. That's what she told herself. She'd had uncomfortable sex before. Most sex with her husband was dry and painful, and she couldn't ever give a suggestion on how to do better without him taking serious offense.  Just let him do whatever he wanted. Don't rile him up!  The air soon kissed her fragile, frightened little cunt. Then, there was fur and heat. It pushed on her as her legs were held up. Her thighs were gripped.   Her flesh felt the rough pads and the little dots of pressure from the claws, but the pressure was light. Her legs were vibrating. Her teeth tugged on one of her gloves.  Sad little whimpers from a nearly petrified woman.  Huffing breaths and little growls from a beast.  But ... but the great hairy body was shifting, moving down, and her lower body was pulled up.  No ... why would a Wolf Man ever ...?  The rapid sniffing, it was so brutal, so mismatched with the moment. Air passed back and forth over her cunt. Her muscles there convulsed. Her labia seemed to bloom open, and she hated that.  More of her glove was chewed on. Her finger struggled in the tightening fabric.  It skated right over her opening, nearly hiding that cunt for a moment.  That thick, insistent tongue!  Inside her leather shoes, which had been stuffed with straw and fur, Cerisa's toes nearly broke. That's how hard they curled.  The Wolf Man's voice rumbled deep into her, seeming to reach even into her spasming passage.  Denial was deep in Cerisa's bones and brain. She was willing to believe a Wolf Man wanted to have his way with her. She wasn't willing to believe her body was reacting so well.  Again, and again, and again, and why oh why was this so lovely? Why did this beast call her blood to rush and thrive in the flesh he lapped up? Why didn't he just bend her over, rut as hard as he could, and finish it?  And every time his tongue finished the route up, the tip flicked on her clitoris, the most sensitive, most demanding part he touched.  "Hn! Hn! Hnnnnnnn!!" She was moaning through her teeth.  Another bit of growling.  Then the tongue changed its course. It didn't lap at the opening.  It pushed through. It licked at her insides. It had her hips jerking and her teeth opening so she could yell out the most idiotic gibberish.  This was so much better than anything her husband ever did!  "Ah!! Ahhhhhh!! Please!! Oh!!"  More and more, her feet kicked the air. She bent her fingers into the furs cushioning their bodies.  And she did something she hadn't done with another man, and certainly not a Wolf Man, in a long time.  She had an orgasm so fierce that the world turned hazy.  Shattering as beautifully as a fallen pane of stained glass.  A hum brimming with favor, that's what Cerisa heard after the tongue dragged out of her.  Heavy arms around torso.  Her legs were on the furs.  The cool nose was nuzzling her throat and shoulder. He didn't just smell like a beast anymore. He also smelled like her.  He was ... holding her ...  When was the last time her husband faced her and wrapped his arms about her during intercourse?  Honestly, in the past three years, there had only been two positions. From behind while laying down, and from behind while she bent over. Both were nice positions, but variety was even better.  Cerisa couldn't help it. She was curious.  Even when she felt the thick shaft sinking into her, she peeked beneath the Wolf Man's chest and belly.  Like a deep red candle sticking out of a pocket.  And it was pushing in and out of her body as if it belonged there.  And it didn't even hurt!  There was a happy little yip at her ear. Then that ear was licked inside and out, which made her shiver.  That's when she said it.  "Fuck me!"  As if he wasn't already doing just that.  The Wolf Man snorted into her neck and licked her again.  Rocking, pushing, pulsing, moist and messy.  Her pussy was selfish. It claimed the visitor with a greedy embrace. You're not leaving until I say so, that sort of logic. Her legs folded as much as they could around the fluffy body. Her arms did much the same. If she could've imprisoned him, she would've done so.  "Fuck me harder! Harder!! You beast!! You absolute beast!!"  It was amazingly tight. Either that cock got bigger or her channel constricted hard. It didn't matter, honestly.  Her back curled. Her covered chest pressed into the creature above.  Oh ... was she pissing? Damn felt like it. Her muscles were cramping hard. But she didn't feel any urine.  One of the Wolf Man's arms left her body so he could press his hand into the furs. He pushed himself up.  And he howled.  It was deep at first, but as it went on it turned high and ...  And ...  Proud?  His hips thrust in so sharply that Cerisa thought she might burst, but it felt so fucking good that she didn't care. Even if she was torn in half, it was all worth it.  No doubt, she was cumming again.  Joining him, howling with him, sweating and crumbling.  ***  "Cerisa!! Cerisa!!"  The man was driving his wagon back down the road. It wasn't snowing anymore, but his stomach was painfully cold. He could barely even remember that there had been an argument, but he knew he'd committed a sin against everything. He'd left his woman out in the snow.  One hand holding the horse's reins, the man took another sip of ale from his flask. He thought it was the only thing that could calm him down.  And the only thing that could warm his belly.  In the distance, he saw something odd, so odd that he nearly stopped the horse.  A great white beast on two legs.  A Wolf Man?  He was carrying a person on his back.  A woman with familiar clothing.  Some of her dark hair tumbled out from her hood.  She turned her head and looked at him.  An expression of ... disappointment and malice.  The white beast hurried on, not even bothering to look at the wagon, let alone the man controlling the horse.  They disappeared in the forest within a moment.  Despair cut through his heart.  f a n t a s y   It was a cold winter's night and the moon was full and ripe shining its light like silver fingers through the window; Maxine was alone in bed listening to the wind fiercely howling like wolves outside her window and the rain drumming on the roof. A perfect night for loving. Maxine, unable to sleep decided to run herself a hot bath, she swung her long tanned legs from beneath the snow white bed clothes and put her feet to the ground feeling the soft springiness of new carpet beneath her toes, for some reason tonight she was much more aware of herself but was unable to put her finger on the reason why... Clad in only her black satin thong she walked across the bedroom to the en-suite.   Walking that short distance even though the central heating was on full blast made her nipples erect, she stood for a moment savouring the feel of her breasts slowly firming up and her nipples tightening and hardening into little buds before stepping into the bathroom her feet almost gliding across the smooth surface of the warmed marble floor.  She padded over to the large Jacuzzi bath, turned on the taps and added a little of her favourite scented oils to the water, then caught sight of herself in the full length mirror. She sat on the edge of the bath as it filled and eased off her thong already wet with her mounting juice revealing her tight shaven pussy, still looking into the mirror Maxine began to play, sliding her hand down her body over the soft swell of her breasts and her hardened nipples, down lower across her flat stomach and lower still until she reached her pussy so smooth and warm.  Spreading her legs further apart, Maxine watched in the mirror as she slid her middle finger down over her swollen clit and let out a gasp as electric currents flew from her clit and dissipated through out her body, then allowing her finger lower into her wetness, teasing her hole evoking more juice to flow making her tip her head back and close her eyes in sheer pleasure. When she opened them again and looked into the mirror she saw herself flushed from her little session but then she saw a man, wearing only black boxers staring at her... she looked around the bathroom no one was there but when she looked into the mirror again there he was staring directly at her, he had the buffest body she'd ever seen on a man broad chest and strong arms corded with muscle tapered waist and lean, long athletic legs. He smiled at her, got up and walked round the side of the bath and straight through the now rippling mirror towards her... Maxine's body went into overdrive, her nipples went even harder and when he stripped off his boxers her love juice over flowed and started gushing down her legs.  This was the man that invaded her dreams, the one that made love to her night after night and assaulted her senses in her waking state and now he was here naked in front of her in the flesh!  She felt as if she was to faint, as light-headed as if the oxygen had thinned in the room, as he knelt down in front of her.   He looked her deeply in the eyes his soft brown eyes the shade of caramel clashing with hers of emerald green, passion flew between them like lightening sparks. Maxine breathed a sigh as without a word he parted her thighs and tentatively lapped at her swollen pussy sending pleasure rocketing through her now trembling body. She began to run her fingers through his jet black hair pushing him closer to her wetness he obliged by lapping more urgently and then slipping one then two fingers into her pussy, she was moaning for him over and over she was so close to orgasm, she knew she was going to cum. Then he stopped. He looked up at her and smiled then said in a slow deep passion drugged drawl "I know what you want, and you love it when I do it don't you?" Maxine opened her eyes and managed to nod her head every movement heightening her arousal, her need for him.   "But im not going to just give it to you this time, I'm gona make you work for it. Do you think you can do that?" she nodded again. He smiled and raised himself up from his kneeling position. He got in the Jacuzzi bath and slipped into the warm scented water beckoning her to join him, she did slipping in and straddling his waist, she could feel his long thick cock pressing against the lips of her pussy and she couldn't resist the urge to slip her pussy down onto it. He let out a low guttural moan as he relished the feel of her tightness around his member which was joined by more as she began to bounce up and down on it.   She was enjoying it too and knew that it wouldn't be long until they both came, the warm water adding to the pleasure they were both experiencing. Maxine's moans got loader and more passion laden as her bounces got harder and faster taking him even deeper inside her she opened her eyes to watch his pleasure as she rode him to the brink he had his eyes closed and he was moaning freely now, she could feel his strong arms covered in butter tanned skin helping her forcing her almost violently onto his shaft, she could feel him building up for his climax and she too ached to come. Then like magic the fireworks came. Her pussy clamping round him as she exploded her juices and him pulsing deep within her as he finally unleashed his torrent of hot cum inside her moaning her name. They stayed like that for a while as they recovered from there high. Then he lifted her gently off him and laid her in the bath as he got out and dried himself off.   He turned to her again and whispered "good girl, I hope I satisfied you tonight as u satisfy me every night" then he ran his hand over her eyes and sent Maxine into a deep sleep in the warm water. He turned and walked naked back into the rippling mirror once more and disappeared. Maxine woke with a start from her sleep a little confused but feeling wonderful she looked around the bathroom and wondered if it was all a dream. Until she saw the black boxers hanging on the side of the bathtub... She smiled to herself as she fingered the soft fabric. "He'll be back for these... And when he does I'm going to make him stay." c o u p l i n g   She hadn't had sex in three weeks; it was the longest she'd gone since she first lost her virginity. He was such an asshole, her ex boyfriend, but she missed his big cock, and was in desperate need of some sex.   It was Wednesday morning before school, and Kendra Moore was feeling incredibly horny. Her constant masturbation had done little to satisfy her nymphomaniacal cravings, and she decided that today she would actively seek out what she desperately needed.   Dressed only in a white, almost sheer, button down top, the shortest black skirt she owned, and heels that were sure to draw attention she set out for school.   She knew very well that her attire drastically violated the school's strict dress code, but her insatiable sexual appetite was too much to overcome, and she decided to take the risk. Kendra wasn't a supermodel beauty, but her petite frame features looked very sexy in her skimpy attire. Besides, she was trying to look more like a pornstar than a model that day.   She stood at an unassuming 4'10" and weighed only 90 pounds. On her tiny frame, her perky tits really stood out, even though she thought her 34Bs were too small.   Years of gymnastics and cheerleading training had left her stomach incredibly tight and her legs and ass very firm. Many of her fellow classmates and friends were extremely jealous of her sexy body. On her way to school her pussy was dripping wet as she knew what a slut she looked like. Everyone else knew too as soon as she walked through the doors.   Heads turned as she walked down the halls to her first class. First period class was her first opportunity to act like the little slut that deep down she knew she was.   The teacher, Justin Lippincott, was absolutely gorgeous, tall, about 6'5", and incredibly muscular, as a recent college quarterback.   Kendra knew that she wanted him, or at least wanted to tease him a bit. She took a seat in the front row and promptly unbuttoned the top of her blouse and made sure her legs were spread wide enough for him to get a good look at her freshly shaved, bare pussy. During the class she hadn't caught him noticeably leering at her whore-like appearance, and she was incredibly disappointed.   However, when the bell rang and the class started to file out of the room, Mr. Lippincott stopped Kendra and asked to speak with her.   Once the rest of the class had left he asked her to take a seat. She again took her seat and again spread her legs. "Keep your legs closed Ms. Moore and button up your blouse," Mr. Lippincott said sternly. It was the most demanding she'd ever heard him speak, and she was immediately frightened and embarrassed.   "You must understand that if you dress like a whore, Ms. Moore, that you will be treated as such. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Lippincott. I am terribly sorry, it's just that my boyfriend recently broke up with me, and I've been awfully lonely," she whimpered. Sternly once again Mr. Lippincott replied, "Kendra this is not the way to get over your boyfriend. You are a beautiful girl and mustn't degrade yourself like this." "I'm sorry Mr. Lippincott, but you are very sexy—" "Ms. Moore, I am your teacher. Now I think you better be getting to your next class," he said more calmly, and lovingly than before. Kendra stood and buttoned her blouse, but talking with Mr. Lippincott and staring into his gorgeous blue eyes, she only became hornier.   Her pussy was dripping wet and her tiny skirt was becoming soaked. As she left the classroom, she realized that Mr. Lippincott would be following right behind her, and she decided to try her luck with him again.   So when she walked out the door, she conveniently dropped her purse to the ground. As it hit the floor she slowly bent at her waist, displaying her amazing flexibility, her gorgeous firm ass, and puffy pussy lips.   Mr. Lippincott could no longer stand the antics of this teen prick tease, especially after the talk they had just had, and decided to teach the little whore a lesson.   When she stood back up again, turned, and gave him a seductive smile, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his office in the next room.  "I told you that if you acted like a little slut, that there would be consequences. Did I not young lady?" "Yes Mr. Lippincott." "You are a little slut aren't you Kendra?" He asked as he approached her from behind. "Well no..." She stopped as Mr. Lippincott's hands abruptly reached under her skirt, and plunged into her pantyless cunt.  "You are my little slut. Aren't you?" Although this is what she had hoped for this morning, Kendra was a little taken aback as she had never been in a situation like this. Nonetheless, her pussy was cumming all over his large fingers as they worked themselves in an out of her teenage twat. "Yes sir. I am your slut. Uh oh don't stop. I am cumming," she moaned. With that Justin knew he had this young teenage whore right where he wanted her. "Good don't you forget it bitch. Hurry to your next class, and report to my office immediately when you are done with practice today." "Ok Mr. Lippincott," she said meekly. "From now on slut, you will address me as Master when we are alone, and Sir anytime else. You got that you filthy, cock-teasing whore?" "Yes Master, anything you want." "Good slut. Now get out of my sight." She hurried out on her weak legs, pussy still sopping wet, eagerly anticipating her next meeting with her Master. n o n c o n s e n s u a l I have this fantasy about some random sexy man. It's just a silly little marshmellow fluff fantasy that my friend and I were talking about one night.   So it's just a fantasy about a woman being taken and brought to a wealthy man after she catches his eye and his interest. It excites me. Even though rich people make me nervous.   I just think there's something sexy about the idea.    My family was upper middle class. My mom was a receptionist for a lawyer firm and my dad was the assistant to the vice president of TCF banks. More or less basically really head of security. Now try getting a date with the sexy bad boys when they know your dad is friends with every cop in town.   So I didn't grow up a rich bitch. But we weren't trailer trash either. I did grow up in the country, at least from about the age of eleven on. That was back when people like my parents bought homes out in the country to keep their babies away from city influences.   I'm not really a complicated girl. Actually what am I saying? I am complicated. Also weird and unique as hell.   From like fifth grade on I grew up with horses. I can nap bareback on a horse as it wanders grazing a steep hilled meadow. One cool thing about all that dancer training and track activity. It gives strong thigh muscles that grip even when the owner's dozing.   So regardless of my parent's bank account and my mom's social worries about what will people think I've always been just a fiesty little country tomboy.   I think of myself as pretty much just a simple straight forward girl. I like myself. I know I'm a good person. I'm smart, funny, loving and reasonably pretty but baby I don't aspire to high society. You'd have to drag me there kicking and screaming. That world is just not me. I don't belong there.     But I've worked places where high society people go. And men are men. If it's pretty some of them will want it, if only for a night's fuck. I never did take anyone up on those offers. I was always involved with someone when any of that came up. And luckily enough in my case the one looking towards me always had enough class to back off gracefully.   But it's a sexy thought. Thinking about someone like that, who makes more in an hour then I make in a year looking at me and wanting me?    Gotta wonder though, what if I'd ever caught the eye of someone who decided to simply have me?   A rich man, a powerful man, they could do that. There's no one in my world; family, friends, that could do much to try and find me should I ever just vanish. They could go to the police is about all. The money to mount a huge search isn't there.   Makes for bad should that ever happen to me in real life obviously. But the fantasy idea of it does rather turn me on.   I love to tease and arouse. I'm a flirt. I collect people. And so the thought of someone rich and powerful lowering his eyes to notice and want me, that's hot.   So, I have this fantasy.   Katt came vaguely awake and aware, eyes still tightly closed, getting that something was wrong.   This was not a normal waking. Not even a "normal" waking the next day after you've had that one, two, three too many drinks and know the day's gonna be a lil funky for an hour or two before you hit that reconnect point.   This felt more like someone slammed you in the head with a baseball bat or slipped something a world of not funny in that last drink.   This was not gonna be a good thing for Katt. She knew that in every fiber of her body and kept her eyes clenched tight so that she could maybe have a few minutes to try and figure out, what the fuck?   She was a fierce little wildkatt. She always landed on her feet. And she always walked away, all she needed was a little bit of time to...   "I know you're awake."   "Oh fuck me sideways." She muttered under her breath.   Her eyes clenched tighter for an instant and a voice screamed triumphantly told you so, told you so! This is not normal and this is not good!   Fucking duh katt snarled at that irritating voice and gave up denying that anything was normal anymore.   Her eyes flew open and she forced herself to scope out the situation fast, somehow already knowing it wouldn't help her much.   She was naked. That wasn't so much a bad thing. She usually slept like that unless her apartment got really cold.   The arms chained to a hook over her head and the legs locked to the floor an uncomfortable distance apart, now that was a world of bad!   So the something being wrong here thing was a definate yes.   She let her eyes dance skittishly towards where the voice had spoken from. She was expecting to see some Jason or Freddy type of character.   "My god, you!" She gasped. "What is this? What's going on here? Are you fucking insane?"   The man she was yelling at moved out of the shadows, smiling at the woman chained tight.   "I told you I wanted you. You played, teased and excited me. You showed me that witty, wicked intelligence. You let me see how fierce and fiesty you live and love. How you take on the world for anyone you take up as family and then thought you could just walk away?"   Katt was so over her head lost. She had talked to this man for a while. But anything approaching intense made her skittish lately and brought up that need to run. So she'd told him she couldn't chat anymore and slammed down her laptop to curl up in her quilts and tell herself that running from him was the smart thng to do. The only thing to do.   Something she had to do.   And now she was chained up naked mere feet away from him and his eyes were moving over her body as he glided closer.   "Get the fuck away from me!" Katt yelped, thrashing hard and impotently. Great, her kidnapper had either studied under Houdini or the Marquis De Sade. Oh there was a bad thought! Never mind, no way, we're not going there!   She wasn't a part of his world. She was just a gawky say anything country girl. This didn't happen. It wasn't suppossed to happen. Men like him didn't notice little nobodys like her.   He came to a stop mere inches away and she forced herself to meet his intense eyes.   "Please, I'm nothing. I'm nobody. Why?"   He smiled down at the trembling, chained woman, and lifted a gentle hand to tuck lengths of fly away hair back behind her ear.   "I wonder who the hell it was who made you believe yourself unworthy? Smart, sexy, what's not to like girl?"   Katt's eyes went wet but she blinked hard and furious. She'd slice her own throat before she'd give this bastard her tears.   It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. He couldn't do this! How could he say things to her like that? How dare he look at her with eyes so hot that she felt the fire igniting in her own body?   Why hadn't he just written her off? She was good at running people off before they could get a thousand miles worth of meaning anything to her. Why wasn't he going along? Why wasn't he gone rather then standing there just a few inches away?   Damnit, it always worked before. She blew them off. Or told them to fuck off. Or got them sick and tired and off to easier pastures. It should have worked. It should have killed his desire.   Well something went all fucked up she snarled to herself. Didn't it now? She was strung up, chained up, fuck knows where. And that damn bastard was still locking at her with eyes that wanted.   Katt snapped, shrieking. "Fucker, I'm going to kill you for this when I get free!"   And he was still just there, smiling at Katt. And she finally calmed. She stared at him, desperate and pleading. "Please, don't." She whispered.   And he whispered back. "You're going to be mine. You already know it."   She wanted to scream at him that she'd never really belonged to anyone. To rant that no one had ever been able to hold onto her. But wild screaming coming from a naked women trussed up like a fucking Thanksgiving turkey? That was just too bloody ridiculous and she refused to appear so undignified.   Mentally she smacked herself. Oh yeah lots of room for dignity here.   Oh yes, Katt decided, definatly something wrong with me. Naked, chained up and what the hell am I mad about? That I can't yell what I want to yell without sounding like a moron.   I really wanna kill this man she hissed to herself silently.   He moved behind her and Katt exploded!   Hell no! Fuck no!   But he had her, his hands gripping her wrists, his body tight up against her back.   "Stop fighting me!" He snarled soft in her ear.   "No! I won't! Fuck you I'll never stop!"   And then as quick and as starkly harsh as Katt had awoken he was in her, taking her, taking control.    And she screamed so hard and harsh that her throat hurt.   All she had was her voice to fight him with. She used it.   And the bastard laughed, whispering into her ear.     "Girl, you're so wet it's dripping down your thighs. You want me. You want this. Lie with your mouth as much as you want. I'm listening to your hungry, needy body."   He fucked into her hard, still holding her wrists, even though they were chained above her head and she certainly wasn't going to be doing anything with her hands now was she?     His body was hot behind her, pressing up tight and close, touching her everywhere and she had no give and no movement and no where to go.     She squirmed, and thrashed, and fought against the one holding her. And it simply excited and aroused and caused him to fuck her harder. Made him whisper wet and dark into her ear about how tight she was, how wet, how good her cunt felt gripping his cock as he slid in and out of her.   He released her wrists, but only to allow his hands to capture other parts of her body. They slid down and closed tight over her breasts, gripping her entire breast, then moving to pinch and twist her hard, throbbing nipples.   Katt mewled. She couldn't help it, couldn't not make that sound. Her hips pumped, pushed, shoved back trying to get that cock deeper.   He slid one hand down from her breast, gliding over her belly. She knew where it was headed and what it would do to her.   "No no no!" She whimpered. "Don't!"    And then it was there, and one talented pinch, twist, twirk was all it took.    Because suddenly Katt was erupting into orgasm so hard and deep and intense she had a crazy moment of being grateful that she was chained and couldn't collapse weakly when that violent cum finally ended.   Her cunt rippled and gripped the flesh that was still ramming into her deep and hard and he snarled out a strangled curse. His hands moved back up her body to attack her nipples again as he slammed into her hard, one last time, pushing her body out to the limits of the chains that held her, arching her and he came into the hot, slick depths of her, hard, throbbing jets of hot cum that sensually stung her well fucked flesh.   He leaned heavily along the length of her for long moments then straightened and slid out. Katt was still shuddering and shaking.    He whispered two words into her ear.   "Good girl."   And Katt came again....hard. i n c e s t     It all started last week when I was driving my daughter home from cheerleading practice. It had already gotten dark by the time practice had finished and after waiting outside the school, my little girl hopped in the passenger side of the truck and kissed my cheek. "Hey Daddy, how's it going?" I told her about my day at the office and then asked her how practice went. "Ugghhh, stupid, but only one more month then I'm finished." Hard to believe, but she would be finishing her first year of community college and then moving away to attend the state university.  I really started to notice how attractive my daughter was becoming just a year earlier when she finished high school. Puberty had hit her pretty hard, her chest had already swollen to a D cup by the time she was 16 and the rest of her filled out and she became very curvy by the time she was 18. She had black hair, smooth skin, and bright blue eyes. She would lay outside on the back porch most Sunday afternoons in the Summer, soaking up the sun in her very small bikini.  I caught myself staring at her from the kitchen window almost every time. My mouth would begin to water and I could practically fell my body sending a concentration of blood down between my legs.  Cheerleading had helped her slim down to more modest proportions but last time I did laundry I noticed she was still a healthy C cup. Good genes I suppose, her mother had always been very attractive and for a man my age, I was still in great shape with broad shoulders, big arms and peppered hair.  We lived about twenty miles from the School and a lot of times my daughter would doze off on the way home. She worked so hard at cheerleading I'm sure it was quite difficult to stay awake after going to class for several hours followed by several more hours of intense exercise. When she said that she was tired and asked if she could lean on my shoulder, I didn't think much of it and just told her, "Sure".  She was still wearing her cheerleader outfit. She was lightly holding my hand and when she snuggled against me I began to smell her perfume, God it was such a turn on.  It didn't help that the way she was slouched over onto me pressed her very large breasts together, giving me a splendid view of my little girls large breasts. I found myself instinctively getting hard.  All of the sudden, my daughter placed her hand over mine. Again, not thinking much of it, I returned the affection and took her hand into mine and we clasped our fingers together so that we were holding hands.  Things began to happen fast after that...my well endowed daughter began to slowly move her hand against mine then moved our hands into her lap. At this point, I'm starting to sweat, I know where this is going and that I shouldn't be doing this but my daughter was SO sexy and these feeling that I had for her were so repressed... Her eyes were still closed but she started moving my hand up her thighs to where I was just barely under her skirt. I couldn't stop. I slowly kept my hand moving up her thighs, feeling that smooth skin, noting how soft it was from the creamy lotion that she put on her legs after shaving them each day. I was surprised to discover that she had nothing on underneath her skirt, I noted as I reached her pelvic area.  It dawned on me that she had obviously been planning this. My feelings and lust got the better of me and I curiously rubbed her pussy lips with my middle finger wondering if I would get any reaction or if maybe I was crazy and she was just asleep.  My caresses caused her to stir and moan softly. I continued to rub until I found her spot.  "Mmmm Daddy" she started to breath. Trying to focus on the road, I licked my middle finger, tasted her juices, and then pushed my middle finger inside her. "Ohh Daddy" she was breathing heavier now. I realized that we would be home soon but that I couldn't let this end.  I finally pulled over just a few blocks from our house into one of the empty cul-de-sacs. I looked down and locked eyes with her for a split second before planting my lips onto hers. She opened my mouth with hers and we kissed like two horny teenagers for a couple of minutes. She found my dick with her free hand and started rubbing me through my jeans.  "Mmmm Daddy, is this for me?" "Of course it is baby girl." I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I wrapped my arm around her tiny waist, and pulled her on top of me. She immediately started grinding into me and rocking my truck in the process. "Daddy, Ohhhh fuck, DADDY!" My dick began to ache and needed release. I held her waist and guided her starving pussy down onto my pole.  "Yes Daddy, I want it so BAD!" She rode me like a teenage girl driven by pure lust. I growled into her ear and spanked her ass as she continued sliding up and down my cock.  I couldn't get over how wonderful she felt, her creamy teenage pussy taking every inch of me. It was like she couldn't get enough and only cared that her pussy was being fed the dick it so lustfully desired. It didn't take long for her to cum. She climbed off me and resumed curling up next to me and at least pretending to fall asleep. My head was still spinning. Later that night, after her mother had fallen asleep, I was in my daughters room, pounding into her like a madman.  "God Daddy, you feel so fucking good, fuck me like this everyday!"  Her mother was a very heavy sleeper, especially after a few glasses of wine. I started to get close and asked her if she was on birth control, she practically gasped, "No Daddy!"  I told her I would buy her plan B in the morning but that I HAD to cum inside of her. I simply couldn't think of anything else. My daughter perspired underneath me. Both of our bodies completely naked unashamed of our incestuous relationship. We were simply two adults fucking our brains out. My little girls honeypot was as sweet as anything I could ever had imagined. I told her that her pussy "was made for me" and how it was going to get all of my attention every night from here on out.  She moaned "Yes, Daddy" in agreement. I picked up my rhythm and started biting her ear lobe and kneading her exposed breasts. It got me so hot watching her tits bounce every time I thrusted into her. I whispered into her ear, "Your getting Daddy so hot baby, I going to cum in this tight wet pussy of yours."  "God yes Daddy, it belongs to you now, please please cum inside me, Daddy! I need it so bad Daddy, please please cum in me!"  I gripped her ass and pulled her hair while I came inside my own daughter's 19 year old pussy.  She continued to moan "Daddy, oh Fuck, Daddddyyyy" as I pumped my seed into her unprotected womb. We've had sex a few more times since then but my favorite is when we take little detours on the way to school in the mornings...   c o u p l i n g   If I had known when I bought this old farm how much work it would be, I might have reconsidered. The house was in bad shape, but the barn was worse.   I had spent almost a month doing nothing but remodeling the old house to make it livable. I worked on the study first, since that's where I planned to work on my next book. I had used the advance from my last novel to buy this place, and it was turning in to a major chore. But I loved it.  I had fallen in love with the old house right away, and I had a strong desire to get away from the crowds and crime in the city, looking for a quiet place to write.   But it was hard to summon up much enthusiasm when I knew I had to rake out the old barn this afternoon. I had tried to hire help for weeks, with little success.   I had only this morning located a temporary labor agency that had put me through the wringer before agreeing to send me someone for the afternoon to help patch holes in the barn roof.   I had a sneaking suspicion that if the receptionist had not read and liked my last novel, I would have been out of luck. She just kept gushing, "We are all such big fans of your work.   My boss just loves your books.... Reads every one." Notoriety has a few advantages, I guess.  As I lingered over lunch, I thought about how quiet it is out here. The only thing I missed about the city was the lover I'd given up. He hadn't wanted to leave the city, and I hadn't wanted to stay, so we had parted friends.   But I must admit I missed the sex. It had been a while. Sighing, I thought maybe someday I'll find someone else. Not likely way out here in the middle of god-forsaken nowhere, though.  I heard the sound of a vehicle coming up the drive, and rose to meet my hired help, brushing crumbs from my sandwich off my cutoffs and tee shirt.   I don't really know what I was expecting, but the guy who stepped out of the beat up 4-wheel drive was not it. I couldn't help staring.   Wearing jeans that fit like a second skin, his chambray shirt was untucked and unbuttoned. And he was so BIG. Longish dark hair curled over his collar in back, and he was tanned and hairy. He looked... delicious.  Wondering where that word came from, I pulled myself together, and went out to meet him. I felt more than saw his gaze travel over me, much the same as mine had covered him from the safety of my doorway.   The difference was, he wasn't trying to hide it.  After his inspection, he grabbed tools from the bed of the truck, and we headed for the barn, with me explaining what needed done, and hoping my voice wasn't trembling as much as my knees were.   He didn't say much, just nodded a lot and said, "Yes, ma'am" until I had to say, "Look, please don't call me ma'am. Just call me Annie, okay?" To which he replied, "Yes, ma'am. You can call me Tim." "Good," I said, picking up a hay rake. "I guess we should get to work then." I knew I was staring at his hair-covered chest, but I couldn't help it.  "Okay," he said, but I could tell he was reluctant to climb the ladder to the barn roof. I turned away and went into the barn, but glanced surreptitiously over my shoulder as he climbed the ladder.   Damn, I was getting horny just looking at him. It had indeed been a long time. As the afternoon wore on, I could hear his hammer pounding, and it matched the rhythm of my pulse at times.   I kept imagining how glorious he must be naked. Looking up, I caught him looking at me through one of the holes in the roof. It made me shiver, despite the heat.  Deciding I'd had enough, I called up to him, "Tim, I'm going to the house for some iced tea. You want some?" "Yes, ma'am," he said, again. "That would be nice." "Well, come on down, then. You can cool off with the hose over there, and find a shady spot. I'll be right back," I said, and turned toward the house.   I could feel his eyes following me. Preparing a pitcher of tea in the kitchen, I watched him through the window. He removed his shirt, leaned forward and sprayed his head and upper body with water from the hose.   I felt a curling sensation in my abdomen as he slicked back his hair with his fingers before sitting on an old nail barrel, leaning his bare back against the side of the barn.  Mentally shaking myself, I picked up the tea and tried not to drop it as I walked back toward the barn. He watched my every move, and I felt like I was on display.   He rose as I approached, taking the glass from me. My breath caught in my throat as he drained his glass. I could only sip mine, trying to ease the constriction in my throat.   Our eyes locked, and he set his glass on the barrel. Taking mine and setting it down next to his, he looked at me again and said, "Come here." "I don't think..." I mumbled. "Good, don't," he said. "Just feel." He pulled me hard against him, and I gasped out loud as I felt his arms go around me. My arms came up between us, and I could feel the roughness of his chest hair on my forearms as I tried to back away.   My nipples went on point immediately, yet I felt a twinge of real fear as his right hand went into my hair and pulled my head back. He stared down into my eyes, as though gauging my reaction.   His other hand yanked my shirttail from the waistband of my shorts, giving him access to the skin beneath. His big, roughened hand went immediately to my breast as he leaned his head down and touched his lips to the pulse at the base of my throat. Again, I felt the fear. After all, I didn't even know this man and here he was mauling me, miles from any kind of help. I tried again to push him away, leaning backward, saying, "No, we can't do this..."   But he just covered my mouth with his own. It was a hard, hungry kiss, and I felt it all the way to my toes. "I've been wanting you all day, ever since you pranced out that front door, staring at me. And I intend to have you," he growled against my lips.   "Right here, right now." "No, please," I said as he began nibbling my lower lip. "Stop." It sounded halfhearted, even to my own ears.  "Can you truly say you want me to stop? I don't believe you," he whispered, and moved his lips so softly over mine. I could not speak.   "We are going into this barn, up into the loft, and I'm going to give you what your eyes have been begging for all day. And you are going to love it." As I tried again, weakly, to speak, he touched a finger to my lips. "No words. Just feelings," and he kissed me again. My lips opened of their own accord and I was kissing him back, opening my mouth to his questing tongue as my mind gave in to my body's desire.   I put both hands on either side of his face, and boldly sucked his tongue into my mouth. I heard him moan at my surrender.   I knew that I had to regain control of the situation, or we'd end up on the ground. I pulled away from his lips and whispered, "Let's go inside in the shade."  The magic words, I suppose, as he released me. I took his hand and led him inside the now clean barn, and up the ladder to the loft where I'd spread clean hay just an hour before.   The fragrant smell of the hay and the cool breeze through the loft seemed the perfect accompaniment to my passion, which once released had begun to climb. Once up the ladder, I turned to face him, and he reached right away for the hem of my shirt. It went over my head and landed somewhere behind me.   He looked hungrily at my breasts, straining against my bra. I reached for him, and pulled myself closer to him. His arms went around me again, and we kissed, this time as equal givers and takers.   His large hands moved up and down my back as our tongues dueled. Even his tongue was rough. My knees were weak and I felt myself lean against him as my hands went into his hair. He leaned back against the wall, spreading his feet and drawing me into the V of his thighs, and I felt for the first time the size and shape of his arousal.   I moaned against his mouth, and he reached for the snap of my shorts. His other hand guided my right hand to his own jeans, where I felt his erection throbbing with each heartbeat.  We struggled to undress each other without breaking the kiss but it was impossible. We pulled apart slowly, and he said, "Take them off for me."   Feeling suddenly shy, I turned my back to him and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, pushing them slowly toward my ankles.   I reached back and unhooked my bra from behind, feeling very exposed, standing there in nothing but panties. I wondered if my no longer 20-something body would repel him.  He still had not spoken, though I heard him moving behind me. Just as I was about to turn, I felt his arms come around me from behind and as he pulled me back to him, I knew he was totally naked.   I gasped as the length of his hard cock moved between my thighs, rubbing lightly on the crotch of my panties. His hands reached around and caressed my abdomen, moving slowly up to my breasts as he kissed the back of my neck, my ears, my shoulders.   I shuddered as I felt his tongue on my skin. Everything about him was rough, even his tongue. I reveled in it. I was so aroused it was shameful, and my knees could no longer support me. I leaned back into him. One of his huge hands was wending it's way southward, toward my throbbing sex.   Easing away the elastic of my panties, he pressed his hand lightly to my mound, twirling the curling hair around his finger, and I begged, "Please...."   I wanted so desperately for him to touch my throbbing clitoris, but he avoided it, caressing all around it, coating his fingers with my wetness. I began to move my hips slightly, encouraging him without words, but still he nibbled on my neck and stroked my breast, teasing my wetness, taking me near insanity. I pulled quickly away from him, not giving him a chance to stop me. Before he could reach for me again, I turned and sank to my knees before him. I had to see, feel and taste that hard rod that had rested between my thighs.   It was beautiful. Long, and thick, and harder than anything I'd ever seen, with a big head that begged to be tasted.   Determined to arouse him to the fever pitch he'd taken me to, I wrapped one hand around his rod and took just the head slowly into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.   I heard his indrawn breath, as he again leaned against the wall. With my other hand, I caressed his thighs, up to his heavy balls, massaging lightly. He began moving his hips toward my face, and I responded by taking more of him into my mouth. I tried to take it all, but could not. I pulled back slowly, tongue rasping the underside of his cock.   I whipped my tongue around the head again, teasing the tiny slit in the end with the tip of my tongue, making him moan again. Reaching with both my hands now, I gripped his ass, and took him as far into my mouth as I could, clamping my lips tightly around his cock before moving back again.   He began to thrust, and we rocked in opposite directions. I opened my eyes and looked up to see his head thrown back, eyes shut tight, and his hands pressed to the wall behind him. His thrusts became more urgent, and I knew he was close to the edge. I drew abruptly away, and heard his strangled, "No...." as my lips left him wanting. I stood and turned silently to spread a clean tarp over the bed of soft hay.   I turned to see him watching me, his eyes mere slits in his passion-clouded face. He moved away from the wall with an effort, and I could see the sweat forming on his chest.   As he approached I moved to meet him, touching the tip of my tongue to his neck, intending to lick my way downward for another taste of that beautiful cock. He stopped me before I could go far, and pulled me up for another hot, hungry kiss. He knelt on the tarp, pulling me down beside him on my back. He knelt beside me and began exploring every inch of my body with his hands and eyes.   He removed my panties slowly, caressing each inch of exposed flesh as he did so. I watched him through half closed eyes, as his hands came back up to open the folds of my wetness.   With his warm, hard fingers, he stroked and probed until I thought I would die of sheer pleasure. And when he leaned down to place his lips on my inner thighs, I felt my legs spread as he worked his mouth over my lower lips, and I writhed in ecstasy.  Sensing my urgency, he moved up and covered my sweat-slicked body with his, nudging my knees wider apart, the tip of his cock resting against my pussy, teasing me.   I reached for his hips with my heels, pulling him into me. As my body stretched to accommodate him, I felt the trembling in my abdomen that signals the approach of my orgasm. He must have sensed it, as he lay very still against me.  "Shhhh.... No need to rush," he whispered against my breast. As he laved my nipple with his tongue, I stroked his back lightly with my fingertips and tried to regain control.   He felt so good on me, inside me, hard and deep. His lips on my breasts stoked the fire inside me, and when I could wait no longer, I rested my heels against his ass and moved beneath him, urging him to move within me.   He responded by moving slowly upward, away from me until his cock was almost free of my clutching pussy. He held there, and looked into my eyes before plunging back in, hard.   My softly whispered, "Yessss..." was all the encouragement he seemed to need. His eyes stayed riveted to mine as he stroked in and out of me in a rhythm my body was determined to match. I arched my hips to meet each thrust, our bodies almost slamming together. The pleasure was intense. Suddenly he stopped, buried deep inside me and rested his body against me. Gathering me close, he rolled over, bringing me on top of him.   When I lifted my shoulders to sit up, I felt him go even deeper into me, my clit rubbing the tangled mat of hair at the base of his cock. My eyes closed from the sheer pleasure of being filled so completely by this huge, virile stranger.   He reached to caress my breasts with his fingertips as my body took over and rocked back and forth, sliding on and off his cock, my clit throbbing at each contact with his body.   I could not have stopped the orgasm that washed over me if I had wanted to. I came in waves, muscles clenching around him and screaming out my pleasure at the peak.   I felt him growl from deep within as he thrust upward to absorb the tremors that rocked me. He grasped my hips and pulled me down hard against him and as he thrust again, he came with a shout of his own.  As the spasms subsided, and I collapsed against him, my breasts resting on his chest, my face buried in his neck, now somewhat embarrassed at my wantonness.   His hand in my hair, he moved my face to his for a lingering kiss, and rolled with me onto his side, never moving from within me. Our breathing slowly began to return to normal, and we kissed lightly, licking the sweat from each other's faces with the tips of our tongues.   With my passion spent, I felt a vague sense of unease. I'd just had the best sex of my life with a total stranger.  I started to speak, but he silenced me with another kiss, and pulled me close again as I tried to move away. I looked into his eyes again and realized that I wasn't the only one who had given in to something bigger than myself.   His fingers lightly caressed my back and said softly, "No regrets, please. You are wonderful." I felt him begin to stir inside me, again swelling with need.  "But don't you have to report back by 5 o'clock?" I asked when I could catch my breath. He smiled slightly, as he began the slow steady thrusting that would again drive me insane with need. "No, ma'am," he said. "You see, I own the company." i n c e s t ( i )   Five days had passed since the accident, and Beth was a still a complete emotional mess. Beth's parents had been hit by a drunk driver while sitting at a stop light. Her father had a severe head injury and had been in a coma since the accident.   Her mother had suffered a crushed leg and would not be able to leave the hospital for another week. Luckily Beth had not been with them the night of accident and was the only member of the house able to function at any capacity.   She was going to have to take a semester off of college to help them. If not for her best friend, Cindy, Beth wasn't sure how she would have coped. Best friends for years, they were always there for each other. It was the Friday after the accident and Beth's father had been slowly regaining consciousness, and the doctors were hopeful that he would make a full recovery. His head had hit the dashboard during the accident and he still had the bruises to prove it.   They told Beth that her father was confused and unable to remember the basics of his life. They warned Beth that he might have suffered some brain trauma and they wouldn't really know the full extent of his condition for a while. The next day, Beth was in, visiting her mother.  "Beth," her mother was explaining. "I want you to take your father home and take good care of him. You have to be strong. " "He didn't even know me just now, when you stopped by his room," Beth said in tears.  "I know, honey," her mom said, reaching out to grasp Beth's hand. "He'll come around and remember that he's on a lot of medication too. He loves you." Breaking down into tears now, Beth sniffled, "I'm just so glad you're both alive and going to be okay. I was so scared." "You're a good girl Beth," her mother told her, squeezing her hand tight. "I know your father is in good hands. Take care of all of his needs for me, okay. You're going to be the only one to do it. We can't afford a home nurse." Beth nodded. "I will. Let me grab a nurse for you, mom. You look like you're in pain." "Thanks, Hun." Beth got a nurse for her mom and went down to help get her father ready to go home. Several hours later, Beth got her father to their house and settled into his own bed.   The doctors had warned Beth not to upset her father, and to not correct any erroneous memories that came to light the first few days. A nurse gave Beth instructions for all of his meds and care.   She let Beth know that he would probably be asleep for most of the next few days. At the nurses request she had put a photo of herself and her father from last year's vacation in Hawaii by the bed so he wouldn't be confused when he saw her. Beth resolved to be strong. She could handle this.  Beth's father awoke to bright afternoon sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. His head hurt and he was very groggy. He was also very confused.   He remembered being in the hospital, but wasn't sure why. He thought that he remembered that he was married but didn't know to whom. Pictures of people he didn't know flashed through his head.   In fact he wasn't quite sure who he was! He sat up slowly and looked around the bedroom for clues, wincing at the pain in his head.  "Shit," he moaned as he sat up.  There was a framed picture on the nightstand, of himself with a beautiful, young girl with the most exquisite, long, black hair. He examined the photo more closely.   He thought maybe they were in Hawaii and they looked to be the happiest couple in the world. In the picture he had his hands around her and she was leaning her head against his shoulder. He took a closer look at the girl. She had soft, full lips and bright, blue eyes that seemed to stare into his soul. Her body was slim and athletic but she had incredibly large breasts hanging from her small frame.   He started to become aroused, and was happy that he had married such a beautiful woman. He had a memory flashback of a chubby girlfriend he had in high school.   "I'm glad I didn't marry her." He said out loud, chuckling. The more he looked at the picture, the harder his cock got.  "I need some relief. I must have been out for a while," he muttered to himself.  Though not unattractive, Beth's mother was the polar opposite of Beth and tipped the scales at 200 pounds. She was the chubby girlfriend from high school that had flashed through his mind.  Beth's father actually felt pretty good for being in the hospital for the better part of the week but he knew that he would feel even better if he could relieve some his pent up sexual energy.   His balls even felt heavy and bloated when he stood up. His cock was hard as a rock and he needed some relief immediately. No sex for a week will do that to a man. He got up and stumbled out of the bedroom, prowling down the hallway, and peering in the various rooms as he went... He was by nature an impatient man and the growing bulge in his pajama bottoms was taking him to the very edge of sanity.   His head was throbbing almost in rhythm with his cock. There was a small stain in his pajama bottoms from his pre-cum.  Meanwhile, after making sure her father was fast asleep, Beth had put her headphones on and had pulled out her vibrator from its hiding place beneath her bed.   The best stress relief is sex relief, and she was furiously thrusting her sex toy in and out of her pussy.  Stress always made Beth horny. Not having a steady boyfriend and having to deal with her parent's car crash had almost driven her insane.   She was unaware that her father was coming down the hall and that he would be sleeping until the next morning. That's what the doctors and nurse had told her.  With the headphones on and Nine Inch Nails at full volume, she didn't hear her father shuffling down the hallway, and honestly wasn't worried about anyone walking in on her.   She was whimpering as she pleasured herself, trying to find the sexual release that she needed so badly. Her eyes were closed and she arched her back as she stuffed the silver vibrator deep inside her pussy.  Beth's father peered into his daughter's open bedroom doorway, and his cock grew to its full length at the sight before him. Beth was lying there totally naked, legs spread wide, working a silver vibrator in and out of her pussy.   He could hear the sloshing noises she was making as she worked herself towards orgasm. Her massive tits wobbled and jiggled from side to side as she fucked herself with the vibrator. She was definitely the girl from the photo beside his bed.  Beth pinched one of her hard, thick nipples with her free hand as she pulled the vibrator all the way out and held it against her clit. She was moaning a little now wishing it was a real cock moving in and out of her. Beth's father let his pajama bottoms drop to the floor and moved towards the bed and whom he thought was his very thoughtful wife using a different room to pleasure herself so that she didn't wake him.   He was amazed at how young his wife was. "You are the man!" He thought to himself as he peeled off his pajama shirt.  Beth's father saw his opportunity a second later. As Beth pulled the vibrator all the way out to focus on her nipples again, he grabbed her ankles, pulling her towards him and thrust his cock all the way into her. Beth gasped in shock, cumming instantly and shaking with an intense wave of pleasure as she was filled with the biggest cock she had ever had. She couldn't breathe or speak for a second, gasping for air, mouth open.   She looked up to see her fathers smiling face leaning towards her as he drove is cock inside her again and again.  "Baby, you don't know how much I need this," he told her. "I'm ready to explode. No man in history has needed his wife more than I need you right now." Beth realized that he thought that she was his wife! He didn't realize that he was fucking his own daughter. She couldn't have protested even if she wanted to. The pleasure she was experiencing was beyond words; beyond reason.  Beth's father picked up the pace, slamming his cock to the hilt with every thrust. Beth though horrified, started to orgasm again. This was the best fuck of her life and she couldn't help herself.   She moaned and wrapped her legs around his back bucking her hips up to meet his every thrust.  Her father yelled that he was going to cum. Feeling his heavy balls slap against her as he fucked her, she knew that he had a monster load of sperm for her.   She tried to protest but he leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips, then groaned against her mouth as he shot his load.  Beth could actually feel his cock expand and pulse as he came. She could feel each shot of his cum has he filled her up completely. She kissed her father back hungrily as she accepted his seed.  He kept fucking her even after he came. Beth could feel his sperm leaking out of her pussy and down her ass. He pulled out long enough to roll Beth over on her stomach and he mounted her from behind.   Beth pulled herself up onto her hands and knees and started to push back to meet his ever increasing thrusts.  Her father reached around with both hands grabbing two big handfuls of the must luscious breasts he had ever seen or felt. He plowed into his daughter like a man whose life depended on it.   Beth's hot pussy contracted around her father's cock as she came again. Her father skewering his busty daughter on his massive cock.  "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." she squealed again and again.  Beth fell forward, whimpering into her pillow. She was drooling in mindless pleasure. Her dad was an incredible fuck. He was the best. She wished he would never stop, and he didn't disappoint her, fucking her for a good fifteen more minutes.  Just when Beth thought that she couldn't take another second of it, he pulled his cock out of her sopping pussy and shooting his hot load all over her back and ass.   He grunted and moaned and then rolled over on his side, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.  Within minutes he had fallen into a deep sleep. When she had finally come to her senses, Beth ran, horrified, out of the room. "What have I done?" She yelled.   "What have we done? Fuck!" Her father's sperm was dripping down her leg and onto the hallway carpet. She stood there in shock, not knowing what to do.  Her panicked thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing. Beth picked it up. "Hello?' "Hi Beth!" Her mom said. "How is everything going with your father?" "Uh...He seems to have a lot more energy than I thought he would have,"  "Oh was he up?" her mom asked, concerned. Beth replied, "Yes, but he's sleeping again right now. He doesn't remember who I am." "Oh, did he talk to you?" "No, but he thought I was you. I mean, he thought I was his wife..." "Well don't upset him and just play along Ok?" "Really?" Beth said, on the verge of tears. "This is important, and you are not to upset him, okay? Look, I have to go Hun, the doctor just came in. You can do this." "You got it mom," Beth replied, and hung up the phone. Beth went into her room and froze at the sight of her father again. He really was a sexy older man, even though she had never considered him like this until just now.   She glanced down at his still semi-hard cock, glistening with her pussy juice. Even now it looked massive. It sure had felt that way when it was inside her.   She had never felt so full, never felt so satisfied in her life. Lying there, he looked so sexy. All girls have thoughts like that but most never actualized them. "I've betrayed mom." She thought out loud. "What am I going to do now?" Beth covered him up and grabbed her stuff and some clothes and retreated to her parent's room. First thing she needed was a shower. The hot steamy water started washing away her stress and the last remains of her father's sperm.   She wasn't on the pill and he had really pumped a load of baby makers in her. She would call her friend later and see if she had a morning after pill. Yes, she would call Cindy and they would figure it out together.  After the shower, she pulled on some sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt and went and plopped down on her parent's bed. The weeks stress and exhaustion finally overwhelmed Beth and she fell into a deep sleep.   She had many weird dreams that night. She had dreams of her family running along the beach and hiking in the mountains and fishing in Hawaii.   She had a dream that she was a sleeping princess who could not be awakened. Many knights and princes tried to wake her with special rituals or kisses on the lips but nothing could summon her from her death like slumber.  Somewhere deep in that dream she felt gentle hands on her head and felt something hot between her lips and on her tongue. She had trouble breathing at first as her mouth was filled.   She felt it pull all the way out of her mouth, but as it pulled out she was left with an unbearable sadness and her lips chased it and sucked it back into the warmth of her mouth. In her dream this game went on for some time. Beth started to waken from this strange dream only to realize that there was an actual cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Pre-cum had leaked out onto her tongue and the taste was driving her wild. It was delicious.   She opened her eyes to see her father standing next to her bed looking down at her lovingly, and thrusting his cock into her mouth. He was holding her head steady with his strong hands.  Beth didn't know how long her father had been face fucking her like this, but she felt his cock stiffen suddenly and then felt a warm jet of sperm shoot into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a little and then swallowed it. Her father pulled his erupting cock out of Beth's mouth and painted her face with his sperm. She loved the feel of his hot goo splashing onto her face.   After the last string of his cum landed across her cheek, Beth opened her mouth and slid her lips down her father's pulsing shaft for one last hard suck.  "Argh!" her father moaned, his knees buckled. He was still very weak from the accident and started to fall back. Beth jumped out of the bed grabbing and steadying him. She pulled him back to the bed.   He lay there gasping, wearing only his socks. Beth grabbed some water from the nightstand, giving him a drink. Beth ran to the bathroom and wiped the sperm off of her face, and got a drink of water herself.   She then walked back to the bed then got in beside her father, cuddling next to him.  He had watched her walk all the way back from the bathroom. "Baby, I don't know what I would do without you. I don't deserve you," he mumbled.  "Shhh," she put a finger against his lips. "You be quiet and get some sleep." "Where's your ring?" he said, looking at her hand.  "Uh...cleaning it in that...uh...thing I have." "Oh yeah, I don't remember. You know when I woke up before...I mean just now...before..." Beth giggled. "Before you covered my face in your cum?" "Yeah," he laughed.   "I woke up in the spare room...it's really girly in there for some reason, yeah? Never mind...I...you know I got on my knees and prayed to God. I thanked him for such a wonderful, thoughtful, sexual, wife...I'm so grateful to have married you...I..." "It's okay," she whispered, stroking his head. They fell asleep in each other's arms.  Beth was falling in love with her father at this point and didn't have the heart to tell him that she wasn't really his wife. Her mom and the doctors had told her not to anyway. She wasn't really supposed to, was she?   She didn't know what they were going to do. All she knew was that she was going to wake him up by sucking his magnificent cock and when he was hard enough she was going to impale herself on it and fuck his brains out again.   Maybe she could share him with her mom, she thought. Maybe her mom wouldn't be angry? Maybe she wouldn't call Cindy to get the morning after pill. Maybe she would give her father a new baby.  i n c e s t ( ii )   Beth woke up first and peeled back the bed covers, revealing her father's huge morning erection. She had been dreaming of him all night and the moisture between her legs was a testament to how erotic her dreams were.   She didn't care anymore if it was wrong or right. There was her father's magnificent cock and nothing else mattered. He really loved her even if he didn't know who she was.   She was sure of it. He had shown her how much the day before and all she wanted to do was show him in return, how much she loved him too.  Beth tossed the covers onto the floor and moved her face towards the wondrously large erection sprouting from between her father's legs. She smiled before firmly grasping it and sucking it into her mouth.   Beth lovingly slid her lips up and down his glorious shaft, taking him deep in her mouth and against the back of her throat.  "Oh! Ahh..." she gasped as her father slid a finger into her sopping pussy. "Oh...you're awake!" she giggled, squeezing his cock, hard. "I need this." "Good morning, baby," he said, as Beth turned around, and threw her leg over him; straddling him. She grabbed his cock again and this time guided it home.  "So good," Beth whimpered as she slid down onto him. She pumped her pussy up and down his glorious shaft. Her heavy breasts jiggling as she rode him. It wasn't long before he started to buck his hips up, driving his cock deeper, and smiling up at her. Their eyes locked on each other. "My god I'm the luckiest man alive," He said as he fucked her. "I dreamed last night I married a woman three times your size and much older. I dreamed that I searched the world for you and couldn't find you."   He slammed up into her again, grabbing her hips forcefully.  Beth came with a whimper but kept riding her father. She had to make him cum too. Within minutes she was rewarded with a load of his cum deep within her.   "I love you baby," he told her. "I'll never be with another woman. We need to make a baby. Why don't we have a baby?" "God..." Beth nearly cried as she collapsed onto him, mashing her huge melons between them. "I am your baby," she wanted to say. "I am your baby." Tears streamed down her cheek as she thought of her mother in the hospital. How could she do this to her mother? What would her father say when he came out of his amnesia?   How could she make a baby with her own father? What would the consequences be when her mother was finally released from the hospital? She would be alone. That's what would happen.  The sound of soft snoring signaled that Beth's father had fallen asleep again. The medication he was on kept him drowsy most of the day. He usually only woke up to eat or relieve himself or to satisfy his sexual urges.   Carefully, Beth got off the bed and went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower in her parent's master bedroom and then retreated to her room, getting dressed and fixing her hair and makeup.   She had her headphones in again, so was surprised to see her father sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee with a pile of papers in front of him. "Hi dear," he said to her smiling up at her. "I made some coffee. I remembered where it was. That's a good sign, right?" "You should be sleeping!" Beth said, walking over to him. "Doctors orders." "I'm okay," he said. "You know I'll probably be asleep in an hour anyway. I just finished reading the hospital papers and I'm truly sorry."  "For what?" Beth replied shaking. Did he know? Was he sorry for fucking his own daughter? No, Beth though, they were way past fucking and were making love to each other now. "Well, I woke up yesterday with no idea who I was, only interested in sex! No, hi loving wife, how are you, I'm fine or anything!" He continued. "I don't think I said a word to you all day." "That's ok da...uh, I mean dear," Beth stuttered. "I'm sorry; I'm frazzled with all of this too." She continued, with another tear streaming down her cheek. "Well we have to settle some things around here." He told her. "First; I need to know who I married. What's your name?" "Rita." Beth gave her mother's name to him quickly. She couldn't help herself; she had to continue the ruse. "Rita, why aren't you wearing a wedding ring?" he asked. "I lost it in the accident," Beth lied. "Fair, enough. I'll get you a new one. The most luxurious one I can find. Ok don't laugh at my next question, but, what is my name?"  "Dan." Beth told him. It felt weird to call him anything other than daddy. "Ok, you have to bear with me. Things are slowly starting to make sense, but I'm still very confused," he told her. "I still can't ...I'm really groggy. This medication they're giving me is really putting me in a fog." Dan held up a picture of Beth's mother next and asked her who that was and why she was in so many pictures around here. Thinking quickly, Beth told him, "Dan, that's your sister. You two are very, very close."  "Ah that makes sense." He told her. "I've been having nightmares where she is actually my wife and not you! Can you imagine that?" He laughed. "That's a funny one Dan," Beth agreed, trying not to cry and forcing an awkward smile. Inwardly she was shaking with guilt.  "Oh, one more thing," he told her. "While you were in the shower, a girl called and asked me if you were going out to the pizza parlor tonight. That's one place I do remember and it's a hangout for the high school kids, right? I know you look young but was that for real?" "Oh Dan, that's my friend Cindy. She is a lot younger than me and she offered to come over and help me with you this weekend. That's all," she replied. "Besides, it has the best pizza in town." Beth and Cindy were both eighteen and had just graduated from high school. She wondered how old her father thought she was. Being so large breasted and tall, had always made Beth appear much older then she really was. "Oh ok. Well she said she was coming over in an hour. And by my calculations, that's all the time I need to fuck my lovely wife properly again!" Dan said with lust in his eyes. With that, Dan jumped quickly from his chair, pushing Beth back onto the kitchen table. He pulled off her shorts and undies. "I love you so much," he said and then moved between his daughter's legs, licking her pussy. "Uh..." Beth moaned and arched her back to give him better access. She closed her eyes as her father lapped at her pussy. "You are so sweet baby, so sweet. I could eat you all day."  Beth's father knew how to work his tongue and had Beth gushing in orgasm within minutes. He then stood up and removed his own shorts and plunged his cock into her with an urgent thrust. Beth cried out in pleasure as her father fucked her on the kitchen table. It was just the right height for a perfect fuck.  Dan was like a sex machine. Beth wondered if her mother had gotten the same treatment from him on a regular basis. God she was a lucky woman.  Neither of them heard the front door open as Beth's friend Cindy, let herself in the house. Beth and Cindy had been friends for ten years and viewed each other's houses as their own.  Cindy heard grunting and moaning coming from the kitchen. It sounded like someone was having sex in there. It wasn't like Beth to hide a new boyfriend from her like this. She had to go and see for herself. Cindy peered around the kitchen doorway and froze in shock. Beth was moaning deliriously, sprawled out on the kitchen table, as her father fucked her like a mad man.   Cindy had confided in Beth once, that if she were to ever sleep with an older man, he would have to be a lot like Beth's father. Beth must have taken that conversation to heart! "Holy shit!" Cindy muttered in amazement.  Beth let out a passionate shriek, and thrashed around on the table as she had a mind numbing orgasm.   Beth's father pulled his monstrous cock out of her pussy, and walked around to the side of the table and inserted his cock into Beth's open mouth.   Beth hungrily sucked on his large cock. Dan grunted and started to cum in her mouth. Beth noisily swallowed his sperm.  Cindy watched in amazement as Beth swallowed his entire load and kept sucking on his dick. This scene was just too hot for her to handle and Cindy let out a moan that was a little too loud.   She had one of her hands down her pants, playing with her clit. She couldn't help herself. This was the hottest fucking thing she had ever seen! She froze in horror as she realized that she had been caught watching a forbidden sexual encounter. Beth rolled off the table and covered herself up. Dan just froze and stared into the doorway. The three of them stood motionless staring at each other for a couple of minutes.   Dan was still rock hard and his cock glistened with Beth's juices and saliva. He tried to cover his erection with his hands but it didn't work. "I'm sorry," he said to Cindy. "We didn't hear you come in..." Cindy walked into the kitchen. "I want some too," she said, glaring at Beth. "It's only fair." She walked over to Dan, grabbing his cock. Beth glared back at Cindy, who suddenly seemed hesitant after seeing her friend's expression. But it was too late. Dan was in a sexual frenzy.  He picked Cindy up with strong hands and sat her on the table. He pushed her gently onto her back, and moved her shorts to the side exposing her pussy.   As was her custom, Cindy was not wearing panties. She was sopping wet and Dan had an erection that would not quit.  "You must be Cindy," he said. Cindy just nodded her head as she stared hungrily at his throbbing cock.  "Please put that thing in me. Please," she pleaded with him. "Beth, please forgive me. I have to have him. You have to share him." Beth nodded and placed a hand on Cindy's shoulder to show her that she approved. Cindy was a lot shorter than Beth with cropped, red hair and small breasts. She had an incredible ass though.  Dan thrust his hips forward and impaled Cindy on his cock. Cindy screamed as he entered her. "Oh my god, you're so big!"  Dan started to thrust into her like a jackhammer. Beth leaned over and kissed her friend on the lips. "It's ok," she told her. "Just relax and enjoy it." After the initial shock of Dan's size wore off, Cindy started to raise her hips up to meet his thrusts. She started to grunt in pleasure. Her nipples were rock hard, poking out against the thin fabric of her tank top, and her face flushed beet red as a wave of pleasure over took her. She came hard and wrapped her legs around Dan's back, pulling him in deeper.  "I can't last much longer," Dan told her. "You're so tight! Uh..." "Cum inside me, please," Cindy pleaded. "I want to feel you cum inside me." With a grunt, Beth's dad tensed in pleasure, erupting deep inside Cindy. He kept pumping into her as his cock spasmed. He pulled out and shot one last stream of cum on Cindy's belly. "There you go," he said. Beth couldn't control herself and she moved in licking her father's sperm from her best friend's belly. "Mmmmmm." she purred.   Beth then turned her head and slid her lips over her father's still throbbing cock, sucking out his last drop of cum. This was the first time she had tasted another woman and she loved it. They all heard the jingling of keys in the front door at the same time. Dan pulled up his pants, stuffing his cock into his underwear as Cindy and Beth ran out of the kitchen and up the backstairs.   The kitchen door pushed all the way open just as Dan finished adjusting himself. It was a homecare nurse pushing Rita, his real wife, in the house in a wheelchair! "Hey?" He asked amazed that, who he thought, was his sister had a key to his house. "What are you doing here?" "They released me from the hospital this morning and I thought I would surprise you and Beth. I'm going to be okay. They're going to set me up in the downstairs guest room." Rita said smiling at her husband. "Where's Beth?" "I didn't know you were in the hospital," Dan said. "I'm sorry, everything's still so foggy and I just can't remember anything. I didn't even know my name until this morning." "It's okay Dan," Rita said, taking his hand in hers. "I'll take care of you now. I know how you get when you've been without for so long." She said, smiling up at him mischievously. The nurse interrupted just then. "You should be upstairs! And I hope that coffee wasn't for you. What's all this stuff you spilled all over the table? Where's your daughter?" "Daughter?" Dan asked, stupidly.  "Never mind," the nurse said, with a forced smile. She was clearly agitated. "You sit down. I'll take care of you in a moment."  Dan did as he was told and watched the nurse wheel his wife out of the kitchen towards the back of the house. "Daughter?" he mumbled to himself. "Why is my sister here?" His head was starting to hurt.  The nurse came back in a few moments later with some medication and helped him up the stairs to his room and onto his bed. He fell asleep quickly more confused than ever.  With Dan asleep and medicated again, the nurse gathered up Beth and Cindy and berated them for letting her father wander around the house in his condition.   Then, she gave them directions for taking care of Beth's mother. "Do you think you can handle them both?" "We got this," Cindy chimed in, smiling. Beth just nodded, stupidly.  With one last condescending look, the nurse left. As soon as the door shut Beth exploded. "Oh...my...god!" Beth screeched at Cindy. "Do you know what's going to happen? Do you know what I've done, what we've done? Do you even know?" Cindy had already, basically pieced together what was happening and it didn't take long for Beth to confide in her that she had been having sex with her father for the last couple of days and even worse that Beth had pretended to be his wife. Beth was sobbing hysterically. "Stop, okay?" Cindy said, putting her arm around her best friend. "We'll figure it out. We just have to talk to your dad together first, before he has a chance to talk to your mom." "And then what?" Beth asked. "We'll think of something." Cindy responded. "Let's go upstairs and figure it out. They're both asleep now. We have time." They went into Beth's bedroom where Beth proceeded to have a massive breakdown. "I love him," she said between heaving sobs. "You had sex with him too!"  Cindy calmly told Beth that it would be okay as she held her and stroked her hair. Neither of them heard Dan get out of bed and make his way down to the guestroom.  Dizzy from the medication, Dan stumbled down the stairs and made his way to the guest bedroom. He hadn't even known they had one. He had to talk to his sister. Something wasn't right and he had to find out what it was.  Dan entered the guest room, seeing Rita, sleeping peacefully on the bed. Her right leg had a cast from her knee to her foot. She also had one on her left arm.   The side of her face was still bruised. He walked over to the edge of the bed near her head and stroked her hair. He had an overwhelming feeling of love for her. She blinked her eyes open at his touch.  "You should be sleeping," he said.  "You shouldn't be walking, "Rita smiled up at him. "I can see it in your eyes. I don't even know how you're standing upright with all those meds."  "Just stupid, I guess, "he said.  "No, you were never stupid. How are you holding up?" she asked him. "I'm okay," he smiled down at her. "Has Beth been taking care of you?" "Uh...yeah, but...I've been meaning to ask you, why..." "Shh," Rita said, looking at Dan's groin. "I see something that she hasn't been taking care of." "What?" Dan asked, shocked. Maybe it was the medication, but he was sporting a semi-erection that was clearly outlined against his shorts.  Rita reached out, snaking her hand into his shorts and firmly grasping his cock. "It's okay....it's my duty." She yanked his erection out and pulled him towards her waiting mouth.  "You can't..." Dan weakly protested. He gasped as Rita sucked his huge erection all the way into her mouth and down her throat, in an awesome display of talent.   She was amazing, he realized. Beth couldn't take him that deep although she had tried.  She reached around with her good hand to grab a handful of Dan's ass to drive his hips forward, driving his massive erection deep down her throat.   Dan quickly grabbed a handful of her hair and started to pump is cock between her lips and in and out of her throat. He had to admit that she was much better than Beth. Rita licked Dan's balls while his cock was buried in her throat.  It was the most amazing feeling. "I'm gonna cum..." he croaked. "Are you going to swall...uh...swallow it?" It only felt right to warn his sister that he was going to cum. Rita pulled her mouth off of his cock long enough to tell him, "Don't I always, baby?" That was all it took and as soon as Rita sucked him back in her mouth, Dan erupted, sending a torrent of hot semen down her throat and into her belly.   "Ohh...Fuck!" he exclaimed, almost losing his balance. Rita grabbed his as firmly to keep him from falling back.  "It's okay...its okay," Rita said as Dan collapsed onto the floor.  "That was too intense...I never knew that we...that you..." Rita giggled after surmising that Dan was going to be okay.  n o n c o n s e n s u a l     As Cindy pulled into her driveway late Thursday afternoon she noticed a Gas Company truck parked just down the hill at the Turners' house. The Turners were her only neighbors.   Her house sat up on a hill with a beautiful view of the surrounding foothills. She loved the house because of the views and the privacy it offered without having to close any of the curtains.  A man walked quickly up the hill in the blowing snow towards her.  "Hi, I'm with the Gas Company, your neighbors called earlier and said they thought they smelled gas. I checked around it looks like you have a leak." "Oh, No Did you fix it" "No, I'm sorry ma'am the leak is on your side of the meter. You'll have to call a plumber out. I left a tag on your door. The leak has to fixed by tomorrow afternoon or I have to shut of your gas. It's a real hazard." Okay I'll call someone now, but you can't shut of my gas that is the only heat I have." "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm required to, if you can't get it fixed I'm afraid you'll have to stay at a friends house for the weekend." Cindy rushed in the house and started calling plumbers. After an hour she was down to the last plumber in town. Everyone seemed to busy fixing broken water pipes.   The man who answered the phone said he was very busy, but could make it out around 8:30 the next morning. She tried to talk him into making it a little earlier, but he said he couldn't. She had an important meeting at work at 9:30 she had to be at. She hoped he could fix it quickly. The next morning she was just getting ready to get in the shower at 7:30 when the door bell rang. She looked through the peep hole to see who it was. A good looking man in his early thirties was standing outside. She opened the door.  "Hi I'm Zed from R&R Plumbing, my earlier appointment canceled so I came on over." She put on a coat and took him to the west side of the house where the Gas Company man had said the leak was coming from. Zed said it would probably take him an hour or so to find the problem and fix it.   She said she had to get ready for work and would check on him in a while. She went back inside, locking the door behind her. She went to her bedroom on the other side of the house and slipped into a nice hot shower. Zed quickly found problem. The pipe entering the house was corroded and needed replacing. He was going to have to crawl under the house. He went around to the front of the house and rang the door bell.   After waiting patiently for a few minutes and trying again, he became anxious. It was freezing outside and he didn't want to stand around in the cold. He tried the door, but it was locked. He walked around to the east side of the house.   He opened the side yard gate and walked into a lovely brick patio. As he walked through the patio his eyes were drawn to the light coming from the big windows. Then he stopped in his tracks.   He saw Cindy standing right in front of him taking a shower. The shower was completely enclosed in glass offering him a great view. Cindy had her head back, eyes closed as she rinsed her hair. Zed stood frozen checking every detail of her body.   Her graceful shoulders flowing down through a small waist line into her nicely rounded hips gave her a perfect hour glass figure. Her legs long legs tapered down from a neatly trimmed bush.   Her breast were average size, nicely rounded and capped of with nice size nipples. Her full lips and high cheek bones gave her face a very erotic look. Zed continued to watch her as she shaved her legs.   His cock throbbed as she bent over to pick up the soap she had dropped. He decided he had to have a closer look and quickly walked past the window when Cindy bent over to shave her calves.  As Cindy was shaving her right calf she got a glimpse of a movement outside, but when she looked nothing was there. She thought about it for a moment before she continued to shave her legs.  Zed found the side door unlocked and quietly walked in. He followed the sound of the shower until he entered Cindy's bedroom. He stood behind the door watching her shower. As she turned her back and rinsed her face in the water.   He moved into the doorway. He took her towel that was laying on the sink and flipped it on to the bed, where Cindy had her clothes laid out. He then stood in the doorway watching as Cindy bent over to turn the water off.   Zed's eyes were focused on her ass, he couldn't wait to sink his cock into her pussy. Cindy turned to open the shower door. She screamed when she saw Zed standing there watching her.  "What the hell are you doing in here, Get out!" "I rang the door bell three times. Do you expect me to stand outside all day waiting for you? I found your problem. I need to get under your house." "Well if you'll get out of here long enough to let me get dressed I'll show you where the entrance is." Zed stood unmoving his eyes moving up and down her body. Seeing that he wasn't going to leave Cindy opened the shower door to get her towel. Oh damn she thought I must have left it in the bedroom. "That is exactly what I've been looking for, your entrance" Zed replied. Cindy's mind raced, was he just messing with her or... She decided she needed to get out of here and get dressed before things got worse.  "Excuse me I need to get my towel." Zed moved over just enough to let her get by. As she walk past him he grabbed her wrist, twisted her arm behind her back and pushed her face first on to the bed. His movement was so quick Cindy didn't have time to react.   She landed on the bed with Zed on top of her. She tried to twist away, but with only one arm and his weight on top of her she couldn't turn over. Zed flipped his legs around, so he was sitting on her upper back facing her feet.   Her one arm pinned between her back and him. She grabbed his ankle and pulled it towards her face trying to bite him, but the only thing within her mouths reach was the upper part of his boot and her bite had little effect on him.  Zed grabbed her thighs and pulled them apart. "Now lets find that entrance"  She felt his tongue start at the top her ass and slide down between her cheeks. He flicked his tongue across her asshole. Cindy struggled to push him off, but he was to heavy and she had no leverage.   Zed continued to rim her pushing his tongue against her orifice. Then he slowly started moving closer to her pussy. She tried to close her legs but he forced them back apart.   He was licking between her asshole and her pussy with quick light strokes. Under different circumstances she would have been in ecstasy, but right now her mind was swimming with rage. Zed leaned over further and his tongue entered her pussy.   She felt a warm shudder move through her belly. Then as he leaned over more trying to stick his tongue in deeper, she gathered all her strength and pushed as hard as she could. Zed was caught off balance and tumbled head first on to the floor.   Cindy jumped up and ran for the door. Zed dove towards her feet and grabbed her ankle. She almost fell, but recovered and turned and kicked him. Her foot glanced off of the side of his face.   Still holding her ankle, Zed pulled himself to his knees and dove into her legs. He wrapped both arms around her legs. Cindy bent over and started hitting the back of his head and upper back. "Let me go Dammit" Zed pulled himself up trying to deflect her blows. He stood, picking her up over his head. Cindy lost her balance and had to hang on to his head to keep from falling.   With the brief respite from the blows, Zed turned and fell on to the bed, once more on top of Cindy. This time she was laying on her back. As she tried to hit him he grabbed her wrist and pinned her arms over her head. Zed noticed his lip was bleeding. "God you play rough, but that's okay I like it rough. I felt you shudder as my tongue entered you and I'm going to make you plead for more." "Fuck You" Cindy spat.  Zed reached over and grabbed Cindy's stockings. Cindy knew what coming next and realized if her arms where tied she would be helpless. She managed to pull one arm free and tried to gouge his eyes.   Zed saw it coming and fell on top of her, so she couldn't reach his face. As she pounded his back he tied the stocking around the other wrist. He then gained control of her other arm and tied her wrist together.   Then he pulled her arms over her head and tied the other end of the stocking to the side of the bed. He took the other stocking and tied it around one of her ankles.   He forced her to roll over so she was lying on her stomach and then anchored her ankle to side of the bed. He went through her drawers until he found her other stockings. He took one out and tied it around her other ankle.   He tied her ankle to the side of the bed spreading her legs as wide as he could. Cindy was now totally helpless and vulnerable. All she could do was sob. Zed took off all his clothes. He knelt on the floor at her feet and started licking and nibbling her instep and ankles. As he slowly moved up her calves, he ran his hands very softly across her thighs, lower back and the her butt.   By the time he reach the back of her knees 15 minutes later she was relaxed and starting to enjoy his touch, not that she was going to let him know. She tried to hold still, calm and quiet, trying to fight off the pleasure,... trying desperately to hold on to her anger.  As Zed began to lick, kiss and nibble his way up the inside of her thighs, his hands began to knead her buttocks. He changed position, laying on his stomach between her legs, caressing her butt with both hands, spreading her cheeks apart. Cindy knew she was loosing her fight. She could feel her juices running down across her clit. She could only imagine what her pussy must look like right now, but even if her body had betrayed her, her mind continued to fight.   She would spout off verbal abuse at Zed ever so often when she knew she was slipping, trying to stay strong. Zed continued to work his way towards her pussy. He had been slowly making his way up her legs for an hour now.   He could see her pussy agape and juice running down onto the sheets. If only he could conquer her mind. As he reach her pussy, Zed spread her cheeks allowing his forehead to come to rest against her ass.   His nose was a half an inch from slipping into her. His tongue caressed each side of her outer labia. Cindy's body refused to obey her and she felt her hips try to push back against his face.   Zed's tongue moved to her inner folds, and he began to taste her juices. She was as sweet, soft and delicate as a rose. He moved back a bit and ran his tongue from her asshole down through her slit, pulling his tongue away just before it touched her clit.   He felt her body tremble. He repeated the moment again and again, never touching her clit. Each time her body shook harder and her hips raised more trying to make him touch her clit. He then repeated the moment using his nose instead of his tongue.   When his nose reach her slit he pushed it into her. He continued to tease her unmercifully until a moan escaped her lips. He then stood up and untied her legs from the bed and rolled her over on her back. She looked at him with a mixture of hate, anger and lust.   She watched him as his hand reach down and stroked his very rigid cock. It was long and thick and the veins were bulging from being so hard. He kneeled between her legs.   On his hands and knees he slowly moved up her body dragging his hard cock and balls across her legs. His tongue licked the sides of her breast. He moved his mouth in circles around her breast, spiraling inward until his tongue was licking her nipples.   He took each one in his mouth and gently sucked on it. His hands caressed the sides of her breast as his tongue swirled around her nipples. He then started slowly moving down her belly, stopping at her navel briefly before continuing down.   His tongue began to caress each side of her outer labia again as his hands caressed her breast. Cindy's hips instinctually raised to push against his mouth. Zed's tongue moved to her inner folds, and he once again began drinking in her juices.   His tongue moved lower and pushed into her pussy. As he slowly slid it out of her, he moved his tongue up until it flicked across her clit causing her body to convulse. "Oh God... No... Please... Don't make me... ughhhhhhhhhh" The most powerful orgasm Cindy had ever felt exploded every where at once. Her legs locked straight, her teeth clinched, her arms strained against her stockings, her whole abdomen was on fire. She screamed and screamed and screamed.   Zed pulled down hard on her hips forcing her to hold still as his tongue started doing circles moving her clit around and around. Cindy's hips bucked up and down as Zed took her clit into his mouth and sucked very softly.  "Please don't... I can't... I... Oh shit... please stop... Oh God that feels good!"  Zed continued to hold tight to her hips and his lips, mouth and tongue continuing their relentless assault on her clit. Orgasm after orgasm shook Cindy's body.   After 5 minutes of continuous ecstasy her orgasms started to subside, Zed released her clit and moved up her body. His cock pushed easily into her pussy in one long stroke until his balls where pushing against her ass.   This triggered yet another orgasm to race through Cindy. This orgasm was different from the first set though, it emanated deep in her vagina. Zed's cock moved in and out of her pussy in long even strokes. He started fucking her faster as the orgasm continued to race through Cindy's body.  "Oh Yea Fuck me... Fuck me hard... oh shit that feels good." Zed continued to fuck her for 10 minutes then pulled is cock out of her. He moved up and straddled her chest. Placing the head of his cock on her lips. She opened her mouth and took in his cock hungrily. Sucking it deep into her throat.   Zed moved it in and out fucking her mouth as he untied her hands. After he had untied her hands, he leaned back and untied her legs as she continued to engulf his cock.   He moved back down and pushed his cock back into her pussy as she wrapped her arms around him. He rolled over pulling her on top of him. She sat up taking his cock deep into her.   She rocked back and forth feeling his balls against her ass and the head of his cock buried deep inside her. Then she started fucking him slowly at first as she pushed her breast into his face.   Gradually she pickup speed until she was bouncing up and down quickly on his cock The she felt him start to swell and she slowed just enough to savor his cock exploded spurt after spurt of come into her pussy.  After his orgasm had subsided she banged her fist into his chest. "I hate you." i n t e r r a c i a l   God, I miss the fun we had in college - the friends, the football games, the cheerleading and, of course, the football players.    To be honest, I doubt there is anything better for a girl's ego than being a college cheerleader, except maybe being the "lust object" of a team full of big handsome men. Being an attractive, petite, girl, who had spent years attending gymnastic and cheerleader competitions, I wasn't at all surprised to have landed a full scholarship to State College. What did surprise me was my first experience with a black man.  It all started during a math test during the first month of our freshman year. Stuck on a particularly difficult problem, I raised my hand and looked for the Proctor so that I could ask for some clarification.    As I looked around, I noticed that Ty Johnson, our teams most celebrated running back was looking right at me and was licking his lips with a hungry look in his eye.    Ty was gorgeous. He was a big man, with wide shoulders, a narrow waist and strong well-muscled arms. He was also black.  When he saw me he looked away, but I kept staring. He started to work on his test again, but as he did, he opened his legs. His tight fitting khakis fit well over his brawny thighs and I could easily see a pronounced bulge in his crotch.    As I kept watching, he spread his legs wider, dropped his hand into his lap and slowly began to massage the bulge.  My pussy started getting wet, watching him caress his crotch with such an erotic, rhythmic motion. A smile shown upon his face as he looked over at me and licked his lips again. He knew he was teasing me, and continued to rub his bulge. As I watched with rapt attention, the bulge began to grow until the front of his khakis was stretched up like a tent. I hadn't even realized that I still had my hand raised until the Proctor came over to see what it was that I wanted.    I was so flustered that I couldn't even remember what my question was any longer. Before I got back to work, I glanced over at Ty, who smiled and gave his tented crotch one more rub for my benefit. After class that day, he caught up to me and asked if I wanted to get together after the football game.    Though I had never even dated a black man before, and I was well aware of what his actual intentions were, I said yes, and told him I'd meet him outside of the team's locker room after the game.  At the game, I watched as he did his pre-game warm ups. As I admired him as he did his wind sprints and stretches, I couldn't help but start getting wet just from thinking about the feelings he had evoked during the math test. Following the game, I went to the locker room and, after seeing every other team member leave, there was still no Ty. I thought he had stood me up.    I hadn't realized just how much I was looking forward to being with him, until that moment. I'd had sex with numerous other guys in the past, but none of them had ever left me with a "wanting" like this before. Finally giving up, I decided to head home. Not wanting to walk all the way around the stadium, I decided to take a short cut through what I had thought was an empty team locker room.    I walked in and, as I passed a bank of lockers, there was Ty. When he saw me he flashed a big grin and said, "Damn, I knew it!" "What are you doing here? I've been waiting outside for you for almost an hour," I pouted. "I thought you stood me up!" "I've been sitting here waiting to see if you wanted to be with me enough to come lookin' for me," he said with an even bigger grin.    He then stood, wrapped his strong arms around me and slide his hand under my top. As I felt the now familiar bulge grow against my stomach, I coyly asked, "you happy to see me or what?" His only response was to yank my uniform top over my head, quickly followed by my sports bra. My skirt and panties were rapidly added to the pile.  Still not saying a word, he ran his hand down the crack of my ass and slipped his fingers into my sopping wet pussy from behind.   I was so wet, his thick black fingers slid right in my cunt. He started to move away but I pulled him back to me and returned the favor of undressing him. Now completely naked, he spun me around until he could wrap his arms around me and fondle both of my breasts. I felt his big black cock pressing against my ass and I started grinding against it. He started moaning, grinding back with his fully erect cock.  "Was this what you were thinking about in class today?" I asked as he rolled my hardened nipples between his fingers and passionately kissed my neck. "Yes," he moaned. With one of my hands I reached behind us, caressed his well-muscled flank, and then slipped it between up until I had my fingers wrapped around his big, thick cock. "Oh.My.God," I moaned. "It's huge! It's feels so hard and I feel so hot... I needed you in me NOW!" Understanding the meaning of my moans, he pushed me down until I was kneeling on one of the benches.    He then took his cock, pushed it through my legs and rubbed it against my cunt lips. After lifting my ass a little higher, I sank down on to his thick long cock. From that point forward, he took over control of both my mind and my body. He started pumping his thick black cock in and out of me, thrusting deeply as he squeezing my tits with his strong dark hands. It was absolute heaven.  After what seemed like hours of hard passionate fucking, I started moaning, "I'm coming, I'm coming, please fuck me harder." He kept on steadily thrusting his cock in to me until, after a series of hard fast strokes, I felt his cock begin to spurt his cum deep in my welcoming pussy.    Two strokes later I was coming as well, as his cum filled my cunt and ran down my thighs. Eventually, he finished filling me with his cum and we had both had a few moments to catch our breath.    Then he picked me up, cradled me in his arms and kissed me on the lips for the first time...   s u p e r n a t u r a l ( i )   The sweet smell of blood caught Nolan by surprise. Not that he was surprised by the blood, it was the full moon after all, but the fact that he found the smell to be sweet.    As a half wolf shifter and incubus, he had sampled more than his fair share of it but never had it smelled like this. Sweet yet seductive. His wet, wolf's nose was practically quivering as it tried to hone in to the source. A streak of black fur lurched past him. Apparently his brother Dietrich had caught onto the smell, too. Growling, Nolan went after the bigger wolf, determined to capture his prize first.    The black wolf bared his teeth in a feral grin when it noticed that he was being followed in his pursuit. Nolan gave him a warning nip, but continued running towards the source of the smell.    While his brother might be bigger, being a half wolf and dragon shifter, they were pretty much evenly matched. Nolan's leaner body allowed for more dexterity and faster movements while Dietrich's muscle heavy body could barrel through any challenge. Nolan burst into a small, moon light glen followed closely by his brother. At first, they almost missed the small, pure white wolf hiding behind the dead carcass of a boar. Dietrich first spied the wolf as it whimpered and tried to back away from the two very aggressive wolves. Nolan sniffed even as he stalked his little prey. It looked like the little she-wolf had taken the big boar down all by herself but not without injury. There was a small cut near her rib and dried blood on one of her hind legs.    But being a shifter, she was already healing. He growled, wanting more than just a taste of her blood. Nolan could feel both his wolf and demon clamoring for the she-wolf in tandem.    Weird, his wolf and demon had never particularly gotten along and he had always struggled to keep them under control. Now it seemed that those instincts were working together to overpower Nolan's control to get to the little wolf. His brother, too, was having troubling keeping his beast leashed as they both stalked the little wolf. His dragon was fighting to take over. Nolan noticed a dark stream of smoke filtering out of Dietrich's clenched teeth. The white wolf was backing away but her movements seemed sluggish, almost as if she had to force herself to back away from them. Nolan noticed that her eyes, a stunning violet, were glazed as they darted from one brother to the other.    She stopped altogether when she reached the edge of the glen, a low whine escaping her snout. She looked behind her desperately, but she made no further movements. The wolf dropped to her hunches and after a few moment's hesitation, rolled over to expose her belly. Nolan stopped in his tracks. The last thing he expected his prey to do was show her submission. His brother on the other hand howled in satisfaction. Suddenly the white wolf barked at them both, telling them to stop. Nolan barked back in a very affirmative no. Dietrich howled his agreement.    The wolf rolled over and Nolan growled. He liked her better when she was being submissive. Nolan changed his mind when a second later a naked woman kneeled in front of them with her head down. The woman had silver hair down to almost her waist, but he couldn't have cared less if she was shaved bald. The moon gleamed off her lithe body, illuminated the slight curves of her breast and hips and throwing shadows over her pelvis.    A small crescent shaped burn scar marred her right hip. She most certainly was part of the Crescent Moon Pack, but Nolan had never seen her in the pack gatherings. Dietrich shifted next to him mid stride and continued to stalk towards her. He kneeled in front of her and tipped her face up to his. Nolan wanted to shove his brother away from the smaller wolf, the sight of Dietrich's swarthy hand next to her pale skin enraging him. His breath came in heavy and labored as he watched his brother's large hand trail down the smooth column of her throat. Nolan didn't even realize he had shifted until he felt the wet head of his cock slap against his stomach. He kneeled next to his brother and faced the object of his sudden desire. Her violet eyes fluttered back and forth between the two brothers. Her hands remained at her sides, staying perfectly still in Dietrich's gentle hold. She didn't seem to fear the bigger wolf's hold on her neck; in fact she was subtly leaning forward into the touch. Slowly, Dietrich tightened his grip and pushed her backwards onto her back. "What's your name, little wolf?" Nolan asked in a guttural growl, surprised that he could even get a word out when he had this succulent morsel all laid out bare for him. A tiny, pink tongue darted out and wet her plump lips. Nolan wanted to suck that pink little tongue inside his mouth. Then he wanted that tongue to lick something else, something very hard and throbbing. "Enaera." The whispered word made both brothers shiver as her sultry voice slipped over their hot skin like molten honey. Dietrich was the first to recover. "Do you want to run from us, Enaera?" he asked his voice rough. Enaera nodded her head in jerky moves since Dietrich's hand allowed limited mobility, and then shook it. Then she nodded again but seemed to think it over before she shook it again. Nolan grinned. Her mind might be confused but her body was screaming out an emphatic yes. The pink tips of her pouty nipples begged for a touch; his touch.    Her legs were subtly scissoring against each other, her thighs clenched tight in need. If he inhaled deep enough, he could just catch the musky smell of her desire. "Do you need help deciding?" Nolan didn't give her a chance to answer as he leaned over her with his hands on either side of head and kissed her. She gasped at the first touch of his lips, unwittingly allowing him the entry he wanted.    His tongue plunged into the hot cavern of her mouth, sliding in a tempestuous dance against her timid little digit. The delicious little whimpers and moans vibrated through him and only edged his desire to a boil. Dietrich had long since released his hold on the wolf's neck, his hands now roaming the rest of her beautiful body. His view of her was mostly blocked by his younger brother's frame blanketing her body, but he didn't let that deter him.    Dietrich and Nolan had shared women before, but they had never made a habit of it before.    Being hybrids from two species that normally didn't mix had made the brothers infamous before they were even out of their mother's womb and many had sought them out for that matter alone.    Dietrich had had no compunctions about taking advantage of his checkered heritage to get him some tail. Both he and his brothers had fucked everything from sirens to rusalkas to vampires and even the occasional human females. But for some reason, this little wolf with hair like moon dust made him want to more than just fuck her. He wanted to utterly possess her.    Dietrich both hated and loved seeing his brother kissing her, a part of him wanting to keep her all for himself while another darker park reveled in her enjoyment of her debauchery.    He'd seen the desire slightly veiled by her fear for both of the brothers. And right now, with his cock aching to be inside her hot little pussy, he'd share her if he had to. His searching fingers caught on the pouty tip of her nipple and he felt her chest jerk just a bit. Smirking, he teased the tip until it was as hard as a diamond. He pushed his brother's body until he revealed part of Enaera's body.    His lips closed on the nipple he had been teasing while his other fingers latched on to the other. His teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh and then he bit down just enough to bring her a touch of pleasure-pain. Enaera's hands jerked to his, clutching at his hair in a desperate grip. "I think this lovely wolf has decided to stay," Nolan said to his brother with a chuckle, but he was still looking at Enaera. She had her eyes clamped shut, her head thrown back and her neck bare.    Nolan bent down again to lick at the base of her neck where a faint, blue vein beat franticly with the pumping of her blood. One of her hands moved up to Nolan's shoulder but Dietrich was pleased that she still kept her other hand on him.    His hands slid down her smooth torso to her thighs, griping them and jerking them apart. Enaera gasped and jerked up to a sitting position, dislodging Nolan. She tried to close her thighs but Dietrich's hold was too strong. Nolan scowled at her and jerked her towards him with a rough grip in her hair.    He kissed her again and she instantly relaxed against their hands and lips. Her distraction allowed Dietrich to insinuate himself between her splayed thighs. While Nolan lowered her back o ground without breaking their kiss, Dietrich pushed her legs apart to almost a split. The glistening, pink slit of her pussy begged for his touch, his kiss. The mound was completely devoid of any hair, all smooth and slick from her juices. Leaning down, he inhaled the same scent that had drawn her to him, only stronger.    He ran his fingers down the smooth skin, his finger finding the honeyed sweetness of her pussy. Her legs tensed again as if to close, but he was in the way. He thrust his finger into her core, her soft and velvety tissues clamping down on his invading digit.    Her hips jerked then began moving in rhythm with his thrusts, seeking more. He licked his way up her thighs, rubbing his nose alone the crease when her thigh and pelvis met. He could feel her racing closer to her orgasm but he wasn't inclined to give it to her, not yet. He bit the inside of thigh, that pain staving off her climax.    Dietrich moved his hand down to his own cock, his fingers shining with Enaera's wetness. Using that as a lubricant, he pumped his hand over his shaft. It was a poor substitute to the pleasure he wanted with her. Impatient, he reared up and pulled her hips to him. "Nolan, move. I need her now," Dietrich bit out. Thankfully, his brother complied. Enaera's flushed face looked up at him, then darted to his brother. "It's okay, love. We'll take care of you," Nolan whispered to her as he kissed her hand. Enaera nodded and gulped, before looking back to him. With her other hand she reached out to chest and placed it right over where his heart was beating.    He took it and moved it to his face. For the first time he had seen her, she smiled. It was soft and sweet just like her and Dietrich vowed he's do anything to see that expression on her again. He shook his head, wondering where the hell that thought came from.    This was just a one-time fuck and he and his brother would be leaving after the full moon. The thought of never seeing her again made him want to howl.  Realizing he hadn't kissed her yet, he bore down on her careful to keep his weight off her slender body and kissed her. The head of his cock kissed the pink lips of her opening, stretching her labia tightly around his engorged head.    He moved his cock in shallow trusts, trying to get her accustomed to his girth. Using both her hands, she clutched at his shoulders. Simultaneously, he plunged into her mouth as he plunged into her tight pussy. Her scream of pain was muffled against his mouth, her hands fisting against his chest. Dietrich ripped his mouth from hers and looked down at her in astonishment. A virgin. Tear filled violet eyes looked up at him but there was no accusation in then. The emotion he saw there made him both want to run and plunge deeper into her body and stay there forever. It was something dangerously close to devotion and ... love?    Not wanting to delve deeper into that particular barrel of worms, he kissed her again and told himself over and over again that this was just a fuck. But it was quickly turning out to be the best fuck in his life, no matter her inexperience.    Hell, her inexperience was turning him on. No other man had taken her innocence and absurdly, he felt like beating his chest and howling in satisfaction that he was her first lover. Enaera's hips began to move in slight increments, her untried body naturally undulating to create friction. Grunting, Dietrich pulled out almost to the head of his cock before shoving back in.    Nolan gathered her hands in his and pulled them up over her head and trapping them there. The restrains gave her something to pull against, to use as leverage as she thrust back against Dietrich.    He left enough space between them that Nolan was able to insinuate his head and take a nipple in his mouth. Thrusting, Dietrich took the other breast and bit down around the edge of her aureole. Her legs twined around him in a death grip, her heels resting on the small of his back.    He was probably being too rough, especially seeing as how innocent she was but he had absolutely no control over his body. The only thing he could think about was the hot fist of her pussy gripping him to heaven.    His pounding thrust soon brought her to a screaming climax, her pussy squeezing down on his cock as the velvety walls convulsed. Enaera screamed out, pulling against Nolan's hand and almost bucking Dietrich off.    Gritting his teeth, he kept pumping into her and found his release a few strokes later. Keeping in with breaking another of his rules concerning women, he sprayed his come inside her tight grip for the first time in his life.    Gasping, he felt part of his cock expanded in a knot as his come spurted deep into her womb. Helpless to stop himself, he moved in small jerky movements and rubbed his knot along her walls.    That seemed to make her go wild as her thrashing grew so violent that Nolan had to use both hands to hold her down. Finally the knot receded and allowed his cock to slip free of hot depths. A stream of his come slipped out of her reddened and raw pussy lips, marking her for all to see as his.    He had little time to revel in the beautiful sight as Nolan pushed him away impatiently and took his place between her thighs. Licking his fingers, Nolan trailed them down her mound to her quivering clit. He tapped it once, making her squirm.    Since the saliva of an incubus had healing powers, he quickly moved them down to her vagina and entered her more gently than his brother had done. His slicked fingers soothed her abused tissues. Dietrich look Nolan abandoned position and kissed Enaera. Nolan could take no more; he had to have her now. Guiding his heavy cock to her pussy, he slowly entered her until his balls slapped against her ass.    His brother's come and her own juices slicked the way. Wanting to make it last, he moved slowly with gentle powerful measured thrusts. But Enaera wasn't happy with that. He felt her velvety walls rhythmically squeeze his and Nolan groaned.    The little witch was edging him on. He threw his head back and howled even as he came. He let her have his weight as he rested his forehead against her shoulder. Blissfully sated, he licked around her collarbone. He hated that he hadn't made her come.  But then a knot formed around his cock, something that had never happened to him. Trying to pull out was impossibly, but Eanara gasped as the motion rubbed a particular bundle of tissues inside her. He thrust into her as much as the knot would allow. Enaera's breath began to grow shorter in length and he could feel her walls tighten further around his length. Felling and overwhelming urge to taste her blood, he didn't think as his canines lengthened and he struck.    Dietrich did the same as he too bit her on the other side of her neck. Enaera squeaked, her voice hoarse from her earlier screams of pleasure. She came again for the second time that night. Both men drank from her until they were sated then fell down beside her.    Cuddling her, both wrapped an arm around and she contently curled around her two lovers. Their scents mingled with each other until they no longer owned their individual scents. Their combined scent now indicated the mated trio. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Holy fuck, they mated her!" Seth Crescent, the beta of the Crescent Moon pack gaped as he took in the sight of their omega entwined between the two visiting hybrids. Nolan Black and Dietrich Talon where the offspring of the werewolf ambassador Julian Black.    He had fathered Dietrich with a dragon shifter, creating one of the first dragon and werewolf shifter hybrids. Julian's incubus mate had given birth to Nolan. Neither brother had joined a pack.    This was the first time they had come to their pack to change and hunt during one of the full moons. Their paternal grandmother was part of the pack and Seth knew she had influenced them to come to get closer to their roots.    Never in a million years would Seth have guessed the two alpha males would have mated the Crescent pack's sweet and submissive omega. Enaera had a few finger shaped bruises marring her hips and wrists and Seth feared she might have been forced. The small smile gracing her lips said that she pretty damn happy right where she was in the middle of the two brothers.    Seth noted with disgust that both of the brother's penises had traces of blood, and Enaera's thighs were stained by her virgin blood. While he was furious that Enaera had been taken advantage of, he and his packmates had to tread carefully here.    The two hybrids were an anomaly in their world and their powers were as of yet unknown. And the fact that they were mated meant that only the two hybrids had any say concerning Enaera.  His brother Andrew, the Alpha-to-be, grunted and kicked at Dietrich's leg. The hybrid's eyes snapped open as he lunged at Andrew. Seth stepped back to avoid any flying punches.    He had a pretty face to protect after all. With interest, he noticed Nolan had woken up and placed his naked body between Enaera and The fighting duo.    Dietrich pinned Andrew to the ground as he pummeled him. Seth winced when one of Dietrich's large fist met in a particularly sickening blow to Andrew's jaw. Smoke filtered through his nose, warning everyone that the hybrid was about to change into his dragon form.    Seth motioned for Jaden, the pack enforcer to intervene. Ben, the second beta went to help Andrew up. Andrew hawked up the blood and spit in his mouth and spat at the ground a few inches from Dietrich. Dietrich was about to lunge again when his brother called a stop to the fight. "Dietrich, stop." The other hybrid's almost inhuman voice startled the small group and stopped Dietrich in his tracks. If Seth didn't know better, that was just an Alpha's voice he heard. But that couldn't be possible.    Andrew was going to be the next Alpha and going by the two mating marks on either side of Enaera's neck, the two hybrid brothers were now pack. The pack couldn't have two alphas. "What the hell is going on?" Dietrich broke the stunned silence as he took his place in front of the two lovers still on the ground.    Seth was a little surprised Enaera was still sleeping through this entire ruckus but then she had been screwed by two hybrids the night before. He had to guess that was a bit tiring. Seth held up hand to Andrew and stepped forward towards the taller hybrid.  "We can ask you the same thing. This morning, we found our omega missing. Thinking the worst-I mean, I thought she'd been abducted by some satyrs, but turns out its even worst. She's mated not one, but two hybrids."  Finally tuning into all the tension, Enaera pushed to the sitting position and tried to cover herself with her long hair.    Being shifters, the word modesty was a foreign concept to them but Seth could well understand how a lone omega would feel being surrounded by a bunch of shifters that were clothed. He shrugged out of t-shirt and carefully toed around Dietrich, who growled the closer he came to the little omega.      s u p e r n a t u r a l ( ii )   "Hey, hey, calm down," Seth mentally rolled his eyes as he tried to placate the hybrid. Here he was a seasoned beta playing at being an omega.    But he knew he had to tread carefully around the newly mated omega, knowing how wolf shifters could get around their mates if they thought they were being threatened. Who knew how a half dragon or a half incubus would react?  "Look, Talon, I'm just going give her my shirt so she's not naked- although I can't say I'm not enjoying the sight," Seth smiled at Enaera and winked, trying to put her at ease. Before he knew it, Dietrich's hand grabbed at his throat and pulled him close.  "Look at her again and I'll replace eyeballs with your balls," Dietrich growled, but that wasn't what had Seth paling. Seth gulped as he heard the Alpha voice again.    It was almost unheard of for two Alphas to be born in the same family. He made a show of placing his hand over his eyes and held the shirt out to Nolan, who had come to stand by his brother. They'd also effectively formed a blockade in front of Enaera.  Seth opened his eyes just in time to see Nolan rubbing the shirt over his nude body and rubbing his scent over his shirt before passing it behind him to Enaera without even looking at her.    Smirking, Seth stepped back and waited for Enaera to join their little tete-te-tete . She shyly stepped between the two brothers, one hand pulling twigs and leaves from the mess of her hair while the other was tugging the shirt down her thighs.  "Enaera, come here," Andrew commanded, holding his hand out to the wolf.  Amused, Seth watched as Dietrich snapped at Andrew's hand while Nolan wrapped his arm around Enaera's waist to hold her back. This was going nowhere quickly.  "Okay, everybody just calm down. Enaera?" Enaera's beautiful violet eyes glanced up at Seth and he smiled to reassure her.  "Yes, Seth?" Her soft voice instantly dispelled some of the tension in the group, her powers of an omega at work. Seth was grateful for that.  "I need you explain to everybody what happened last night. Your two testosterone filled mates can only growl and snap at me so I need you to clear thing up, okay?" But before Enaera could answer, Nolan spoke up. "What do you mean mated?" This was going to be a long day. Seth rolled his eyes and nodded at Enaera's neck, which was partially exposed to show two distinct bite scars on either side of her neck.  "Smell her. She smells like the both of you now." In tandem, both brothers turned their heads to Enaera and sniffed. She seemed to shrink under so much scrutiny. Dietrich was the first to turn back to them, a scowl on his face.  "How the fuck is that possible? I thought werewolves mated when they have sex and bite at the same time. We weren't both fucking her at the same time," Dietrich snarled.    A small gasp at his side made him look down into hurt purple eyes, making his feel like an ass. But if the little omega had gotten herself mated to him, she should know how crass he was.  "Never the less, I'm guessing you both, uh, had her right?" Seth moderated his words so he wouldn't embarrass Enaera like Dietrich had. If the man hadn't been an Alpha, Seth would have already pulled a punch on him for his callous words.  "Yes, we did," Nolan answered his voice monotone.  "Well I'm guessing that by the time you guys bit her both of your semen was in her, making the dual mating possible." By the time he was finished, Seth was blushing.    It was mostly because he'd always seen Enaera like a sister and had protected her as such. He'd never really given a thought to her even having sex, so having to blatantly talk about it was disconcerting.  "We're hybrids. We incubuses don't mate for life so this mating shouldn't be too hard to break," Nolan was talking to Dietrich, but it sounded like the man was trying to convince himself.  Feeling affronted for Enaera, Seth growled and felt his skin bristle with the need to attack. But it was Andrew who spoke for him.  "You break the mating bond, you kill Enaera. I suspect as hybrids you'll survive the break but Enaera's already imprinted on you, you sick bastards," Andrew cursed, shaking his head.    While he's had his own plans for the omega, he'd treated her with respect and knew how fragile she was. She wouldn't survive being mated to these two and he was already being proved right. Not even a whole day passed and they already wanted to undo the mating.  The sound of small whimpers caught Andrew's attention and he saw Enaera step back from her mates, crying softly.    His heart caught on the pitiful sight she made. Abandoned at young age by parents who hadn't wanted an omega child, Andrew had found her as a small pup. He and his brothers had helped raise her, had coddled and protected her from all the evils of the world.    But that had all amounted to nothing and now they were in this mess. Andrew knew he shouldn't have let the two hybrids run with them. Seeing as how their father was an ambassador, he couldn't exactly refuse and he liked their grandmother too much to risk insulting her.  "Enaera, it'll be okay, sweet." Andrew ignored the growl coming from Dietrich. The man could growl all he wanted but he didn't give a shit.    "You have no right to be possessive of her when you just planned to discard her," he snapped at them. "Nara, why don't you come with me and we'll go back to the compound and sort all this out?"  Maybe this whole mess could be sorted. They'd get the mating undone and then he'd be there to pick up the pieces.    While he and Enaera weren't true mates, he still cared for her. And with her at his side, he'd benefit directly from her omega powers.  Sniffling, Enaera quickly ran away from her unwanted mates and jumped into Andrew's outstretched arms. Andrew wrapped his arms around her and turned his back on the brothers at his betas and the enforcer attacked the now changed hybrids.  When Enaera had run away from them, they'd instantly changed forms. What awed them was that they were at least twice the size of a normal were, another sign of their Alpha status.    Dietrich had already been of a monstrous size, but now he towered over them, only slightly larger than his younger brother. They snapped and snarled at the group in warning, stalking them in circles.  With Enaera shivering in his arms, Andrew yelled for his men to shift but they were no match for the two Alphas. Seth yelped as Nolan's claw caught him across his chest and felt his muscles being cut though like butter under the force of his claws.    The other werewolves were quickly cut down by the alpha hybrids, their screams of pain echoing throughout the woods.  "Dammit, Andrew, give her back to them or we're all about to become hybrid brunch!" Seth yelled. Snarling in frustration, Andrew moved away from Enaera.    While it pained him to say it, his wolf form was not as big as the hybrids'. But that in no way meant that he'd be giving up his pack. As soon as they calmed down, he'd explain to them exactly where their place was; under his rule.  Immediately, the hybrids swarmed around Enaera and shifted back to their human forms before both brothers grabbed her around the waist. She didn't try to run again, which seemed to mollify them.    Nolan bent his head and whispered something in her ear, which seemed to make her more amenable towards them. Even with supernatural hearing, Andrew couldn't make out what he said. Then the hybrid turned and faced them.  "We've decided to stay mated to her, for now," he announced, and Dietrich nodded his agreement but he didn't look too happy about it.  "Oh, goody, now we can get down to the real problem," Seth panted, clutching at his healing wounds. "We have three goddamn Alphas in the same pack." Andrew helped his injured packmates from the ground and tore into his wrist, feeding them his healing blood.    While Enaera's blood would have quickened the healing process, Andrew knew he was already on thin ice with those two concerning Enaera. As alpha, he felt his mate's pain as his own and he didn't want to endanger them further.  "Shit, we're part of this fucking pack?" Dietrich rubbed his hand down his face and shook his head.  Andrew sneered. "Your part of my pack, and I'm your Alpha."  Dietrich snorted. "Not much of pack," he scoffed, shooting a derisive look towards the man Andrew was feeding. Ben, the man in question pulled away and snarled viciously at the man threatening his Alpha. Andrew put a hand to his shoulder and pulled him back.  "Please, can we not fight? It's draining me." Enaera's wispy voice sounded strained and Andrew realized with a curse what the fight must have done to her.  As an omega, she was the perfect cure for aggressive wolves and was useful in diffusing tense situations.    But if a fight erupted, the anger and hurt of it would drain her powers. Omegas were used as either deterrents or as healers, but in a fight they became useless and a liability.  Nolan grabbed Enaera up, even though she put up a fuss. He squeezed her around the waist and she settled down but a frown still marred her face. Nolan looked straight at Andrew and for a moment Andrew had the strange urge to bow his neck.    Shaking off the offending thought, Andrew glared right back. This man would never be the Alpha of his pack, not as long as he lived.  "I want her resting in bed. She's had a rough night." Andrew heard a quiet snicker from Seth at Nolan's words. "Lead the way," Nolan commanded with a nodded to his head.  Andrew looked at Enaera's wan face and decided that this standoff could wait until after she was cared for. With a curt nod, he lead his men back towards the camp, the two hybrids falling in line behind them.    With a motion of his hands, two of his men fell back and flanked the hybrids. Andrew saw Dietrich give him a dirty look but he ignored it. The sooner the hybrids learned how things were done here, the sooner they'd adapt to his rule.   i n c e s t   Friday mornings are the best in our house. I usually wake up early and make a batch of my step-dad's favorite chocolate chip cookies as I know it helps to get our weekends off to a good start.    This Friday morning wasn't different than any other as I rolled out of bed. After freshening up a little, I pulled my long wavy brown hair back into a ponytail and began walking down the hallway toward the stairs.    I was stopped momentarily in the hall by a low groaning coming from my parents' bedroom. Butterflies rushed to my belly as memories of that same moan resounded in my head.  I took a couple of steps back and looked in through the slightly cracked door. "Mmmmmm," he moaned again. There he lay on his back on the bed, my mother between his legs.    Her pretty head of brown hair just like mine was bobbing up and I down. The look on dad's face revealed she was giving him one amazing blowjob.  The butterflies in my belly turned into tingles beneath my pajama bottoms. Sounds of her slurping and gagging on my step-dad's thick stiff cock was making my body react wildly; my nipples hardened beneath the sheer light blue fabric of my tank top and my breathing became labored.    Pure ecstasy beamed on his face with every long slow slurp of his cock that she took. Without thought, my hand began to travel down my belly toward the elastic rim of my white boy shorts.    I closed my eyes as my fingers found my slick hard jewel anticipating the joy I would soon give to myself.  Just as I opened them, his deep hot eyes staring back at me. He threw me a dirty rugged smile and bit down on his full bottom lip as he groaned loudly and bucked his hips into my mother's face.    Busted! I wanted him so bad in that moment I nearly burst in the room myself!  He loved performing for me, knowing that not having him had been driving me crazy since that night. When my mom came home the day after our evening together, we both knew it would be a while before we would be able to be with each other.    We all have pretty busy schedules and when we're home, we're usually there as a family. We've had some chances though.  There was one day when she was out grocery shopping and I came home. I ran upstairs toward my room and ran into Mike in the hall.    He grabbed me as I got to the top of the stairs and his arms wrapped tight around me. His rough hands found their way to my ass, their favorite place to be as he slammed me against the hallway wall. He pushed his face into mine, his hot tongue probing my mouth.  "Finally," I thought, "I get to feel him." He must've been ready for me because his dick was instantly hard against me. We wrestled to get my pants off, not fast enough.    His beautiful full cock was wrapped snug in his dark gray boxer briefs, darker at the tip where I could see his excitement. My cunt was aching to be filled with him.  Just as his hand reached into my panties, we heard the door open. "Anybody home?" she yelled up the stairs. My body was physically in pain anticipating the feeling of him destroying my body with his. Instead we quickly parted and I went into my bedroom to get dressed. There were other times when we'd sneak away to make out, but we haven't found the right time to completely be together.    Mom was home for vacation, Mike was working a lot, and I was taking summer classes down at the community college. It seemed as though we would never have the chance to be together again. Knowing that I couldn't have him right then and there while my mom slurped on his dick, I walked away, wet, horny and disappointed. I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen to begin making his cookies.    I purposely did not turn on the radio while I worked, as I usually do, so I could hear them more clearly. My mom loved Mike's cock. He always made her cum...many times.    More recently, I've been hearing Mike groaning more loudly than usual. Part of me thinks he wants me to hear him so I can cream my panties. It's working.  After getting one batch of cookies in the oven, I sat on the counter and spread my legs. Rubbing my hard little nub, I listened to the orchestra of fucking going on just above my head.    My hand eventually made its way beneath the white cotton fabric of my shorts and my fingers were deep in my wet kitty. Remembering him working himself in my cunny and hearing the slapping sounds of him plowing into mom sent me into orgasm.    As the convulsions of my pussy subsided, I heard a door shut upstairs. I jumped off of the counter and turned to face the cabinets and catch my breath. "Mmm, chocolate chip?" Mike queried, as if he had to. He knew they were. They always were...for the last 2 years at least. I knew he was close behind me; I smelled him first.    A mixture of sweet smelling cologne and sweat and a hint of pussy which oddly turned me on. He was so close I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he asked me the ridiculous question. What a fuckin' tease he is.  His still slightly stiff dick was just barely brushing up against my ass. "Mike, I always make you chocolate chip on Fridays," I answered, trying to appear unaffected by the rush of arousal in my body.    He reached his hands around my body and cupped my large breasts and tweaked my nipples between his fingers, "No, these chocolates." He turned me around and kissed me full on the mouth and headed down to my nipple.    He pulled my tank top away from my body as his hot mouth enveloped my hard nipple. Like a key unlocks a door, my legs immediately opened and his fingers made their way to my sopping wet cunt.    He hummed on my nip and pressed hard against my stiff clit. We were silent as he finger fucked his hot little step daughter to orgasm. His hands were so rough inside of me.    It didn't take long before my pussy clenched around his fingers and came all over them. As his hand exited my welcoming cunt, he rubbed his index finger against my clit once more. He kissed me gently on the lips and then gave his little kitty a pat. "Yummy! Renee's making her famous cookies," mom's voice said coming down the stairs. Mike and I parted, him sitting back with his fingers in his mouth and me facing the oven.  "Good morning my loves," she said, kissing me on the cheek. She looked over at Mike with his fingers in his mouth, "Are you eating her cookies before they're all done?"    Mike looked like a kid who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Little did she know the cookies Mike loved tasting was between her little girls legs.  Mike chuckled then broke the silence, "Honey, did you know Renee has a college tour coming up? She's going up to the mountains next weekend to look at the school in Chadwick." "Oh really? Why didn't you tell me, Renee? That's wonderful." My mom was so ready for me to go to college. I'm sure she wanted the entire house to herself so Mike could fuck her brains out.    But she wasn't quite ready for me to be so far away from home. I got accepted to a school in California and one in Georgia, but mom wanted me close enough to drive home, "in case there was ever any trouble." I take it she knows what a little trouble maker her little girl is.  Fortunately, Chadwick is only a two hour drive to upstate and there's a nice school up there. Far enough away to be away from home, and close enough "in case there's ever any trouble."  "Are you going with the school, honey?" "No. I set it up myself a month ago. This way I can see it for myself, without having limitations of the group." I hated traveling in groups. I feel limited in what I can get into.  "I need a chaperone, though. Apparently you have to be 21 and over to tour alone up there. I was going to ask Patrick from school."  Patrick has been a friend of mine for years. We were playground pals that eventually became fuck buddies. He chose to work on computers instead of going to college so he stays in town with us still.    My mom loves him...and his family. She can't trust him though. Or I should say she can't trust us together. She came home early from work one day and caught us taking nude pictures together in the living room.    Imagine walking in on a half naked young man taking pictures of your teenage daughter spread eagle on the couch. That was a few years ago, though and I actually haven't even fucked him in months. "Nee, you're not going anywhere that far away with that boy. I don't care if he is 'just a friend.'" "Mom, I need to go with someone over 21 or they're gonna just send me back home. He's the only person who is the right age and is available next weekend." We went back and forth as we both refused to budge on our point. Sure I understood her concern.    She was afraid I'd spend the whole weekend fucking Pat and partying and barely see the school...which was not entirely wrong. But there was no way I was going to go up there with the school in a group.  I glanced over at Mike mid-argument. I love looking at him. He stood there, nonchalantly, leaning against the kitchen table. He was shirtless, as usual. His maroon pajama pants sagged slightly around his waist, barely exposing his white tan line and the sexy vee of his groin.    His dick was soft now, but his pants hung comfortably over it creating a perfect view. "Renee, I have to agree with your mother. You and that kid will be up to no good if he takes you. You need a more responsible chaperone." I wanted to hit him in his sexy perfect mouth. He usually gets my back, but today he's doing just the opposite. I couldn't even speak. I was dumbfounded. "But honey," he said, talking to my mother, "if you want, I can take her. I've got next weekend off and I know you'll be busy." My pussy twitched. Problem solved. Mom was very relieved to know I'd be in the hands of her responsible husband all weekend. After all, if her little girl was going to be away from home for so long, she had to be in good hands. After taking the last batch of cookies from the oven, I headed upstairs to my room to get ready for my day. While my mom showered, Mike came in my room and stood at the door.    "So what is my little girl bringing to wear next weekend?" he said, rubbing himself over his pants. I hadn't even thought about it, but he apparently had. Mike loves me in sexy little outfits, much like the first night we fucked.  I still hadn't answered when he slid his credit card in my back pocket as he hugged me. "Don't go crazy, but get something hot." With a little peck on the lips, he walked out and we were all on our way out. That was one of the longest weeks ever. It seemed like hours were ticking away like days. Classes were longer than they had ever been.    I was trying to be excited about going to see the school, but knowing Mike was going to be chaperoning me made it hard to actually want to see the school. It was finally Thursday night and I was packing my things for the weekend. Mike thought we should leave right around 8am so we could stop for breakfast, eat through rush hour traffic, then be on our way.    I am almost positive that I packed more lingerie than actual clothes. I packed a full suitcase for a three day weekend. "Renee," Mike startled me as he walked into my room, "are you almost done packing? I want to start putting these things in the car tonight." Mike was wearing shorts and no shirt. He walked over to me and whispered,    "Are you ready?" and slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close, each of his hands firmly cupped on my ass. "Where's mom?" I asked.    As if it mattered to me at that point; I was hurting to be with him. "Your mom's fast asleep. A couple of glasses of wine and multiple orgasms is all it takes. But you didn't answer my question." I looked at him, not remembering what his question was. He put his mouth to mine and gently sucked my bottom lip between his lips, "Are...(licking my top lip)...you...(kissing and licking both lips)...ready?"    Boy was I! I lifted my shirt up over my head and was just wearing a pair of loose fitting pajama pants. He kissed me deep and passionately.    We layed back on my bedroom floor, kissing, licking and sucking on each other's necks and mouths. His mouth found my nipples and he sucked them deep into his mouth.  I felt him becoming stiff between my legs as he grinded his cock against me. My cunt was soaked and juices were visible through my pants. He kissed down my belly and pulled my pants lower on the way down.    I willingly kicked them off and spread my legs wide open. I was so ready to be filled with him. I thought how lucky he must feel to have just fucked my gorgeous mother and now be getting ready to fuck her hot little slut daughter.    I could feel my cunt juice dripping down my ass crack as I lay there while Mike admired my pussy and removed his shorts.  When his fat dick fell out of his shorts, I gasped a little. He stroked it slowly in front of me and I could see a familiar glistening on the tip of his cock. I reached down and spread my legs and opened my cunt lips.    Mike slapped his dick against my hard prominent clit and rolled his hips, grinding his dick against it. My heart pounded and my body quivered. I felt another spurt of moisture rush from my cunt and down my ass. "Fuck me Mike," I pleaded. The anticipation was overwhelming. Instead Mike shoved his fingers into my cunt scooping out my sweet vaginal nectar. He stroked his cock with his fingers covered in my cream then shoved his fingers in my mouth.    I loved when Mike forced me to be dirty. "Finish getting packed and get some rest. You're gonna need it," kissing me full on the mouth, sucking my lips into his.  I laid there full of lust as he left my room. I could hardly breathe I was so aroused. Sleep was fleeting. Anticipation had me wrecked, not to mention the "blue balls" Mike had left me with.    Rubbing hard on my pink little pearl, I eventually fell asleep after reaching a couple of tame quakes of orgasm. Just enough to make me sleepy. "Good morning, honey," I heard my mom sing into my room. Yess! Finally it's time to get going. I sprang up from my bed like a little kid at Christmas.    I was all ready to go the evening before, even had my clothes set out to wear for the trip. After a long hot shower, paying careful attention to shave smooth all of Mike's favorite parts of me, I was in my bathroom fantasizing.  I pulled on a brand new pair of candy apple red low rise panties with little cherry embroidery on the right butt cheek. They were cute...these were more for my pleasure but I knew Mike would love smacking his cherry target.    I admired the roundness of my ass as my denim mini skirt wrapped itself around my bottom. Just after pulling on a favorite white tank top I was ready to go. An ordinary college kid going on a not so ordinary road trip. All I had to do was take out my last batch of chocolate chip cookies for the road and we were good to go. "You look cute, Nee," my mom cooed as she walked into the kitchen.    "Now listen, don't give Mike too much trouble. You know he doesn't get a lot of long weekends off, but it means a lot to him. Oh, and not too many parties. You know you worry us. Oh and if you get into any trouble, just call Mike at the hotel.    Oh yeah honey and one more thing, no boys. You and Mike are staying in the same room so no bringing anyone home." She kissed me as I was walking out of the door and I pretended to be annoyed at the last comment. There was only one 'boy' she needed to worry about!  I sat in the front seat of Mike's truck, my belly doing flip flops. I watched as he passionately kissed my mom, grasping her ass and pulling her close. I'd be getting mine soon.    She was under his spell too, melting in his arms, probably ruing the day she agreed to lose her man and her cock for three whole days. Mike stepped into the car, semi-hard from the enthusiastic production he just put on with my mom. "Save all of your energy, daddy," I teased, crossing my thick tan legs in his direction.  The conversation was light during breakfast. Some teasing talk of our past exploits and how Mike met mom. "She was a lot like you. Too sexy for her own damn good and good at showing it off. She wasn't easy though...mostly because I wasn't quite her flavor."  My mom was like most east coast Latinas who preferred their men milk chocolaty, like my real dad. "I was after her, constantly. Finally I broke her down and got her to go on one date with me. I laid on my charm...you know, the charm," he chuckled sarcastically and winked in my direction.    It's funny how he is such a dork sometimes, but still one of the sexiest men I've ever been around. We joked and chatted through breakfast before getting ourselves together and back into the truck. We drove for a little over an hour before Mike actually made his first move. "So tell me, dirty girl, what do you have in store for this weekend?" I was ready for whatever came up. I just needed some relief.    The teasing games between Mike and me were fun, but at this point, my body was needy. I told Mike all of this and he was quiet. Minutes later, he pulled the truck off of the road and down a small path in the woods that surrounded the highway.    He stopped the truck and immediately came out of his seatbelt and lunged toward me in the passenger seat. His hand was rough and strong on my face as his sucked my lips into his. No interruptions. No hesitation. No quickies. I knew it was all about us now. "Get in the back," he ordered me. I climbed over the back seat and our suitcases and into the rear trunk area of Mike's Explorer. I sat there on my knees as he walked around to open the rear gate.  "Tease me, baby. Show me what's under that innocent little outfit," Mike said while he stroked his already stiffening cock through his jeans. I rubbed my hands down the front of my body and playfully unbuttoned my skirt.    I did a sexy striptease for Mike lifting my tank top over my head revealing my sheer red bra. My nipples were nearly tearing through the fabric, they were so hard. As I removed my skirt, I had turned my back turned to him.    As I shook my hips, the skirt fell to my knees and revealed my panties. After mischievously biting down on my finger, I slapped my hand on the cherry target and winked at him. He was as stiff as iron now, precum staining his jeans as he stroked.  He unbuttoned his jeans as he walked toward me and climbed into the truck. He put his mouth on my neck and pulled me on top of him wrapping his hands onto each of my sweet ass cheeks.    He slapped his little cherries on the right and arched his hips into me. Just the tip of his cock was making an appearance, but I could feel the length of his shaft through his jeans.  He leaned up against the back of the back seat not losing grip of my ass. I pushed my tits against his chest as I thrust my tongue into his mouth.    I knew my panties were soaked as I grinded my hot aching cunt against his rock hard member. I lifted up slightly to let him pull his jeans off and fully expose his cock. The head of his beautiful dick was so hard and tight it looked ready to pop. My panties were off soon after as was my bra. I could barely contain my emotions as I straddled my step dad and my hungry cunt hovered over his dick.    "I've been wanting more of this for too long, daddy," I breathed into his ear as sucked my sweet brown nipples while I grinded my steamy hot slit into his rod. With one hand he lifted my ass, with the other, he found his dick and positioned it just beneath my wanton hole.  "Guess your wait is over, baby," he said, just taking one moment away from feasting on my breasts. As I slid my twat around his prick, I couldn't move. I felt him squeeze tighter on my tits and suck my tit deep into his mouth.    My pussy tightened up and convulsed around his hard shaft. With a hard smack on my ass, I was rocking my pussy up and down on top of him.    I was so lost in my own passion of finally receiving attention to my starving kitty, that I almost didn't hear him groaning so loudly with a mouthful of me.   With my hands on the back seat, I rode my daddy's dick like a pro. Long slow strokes, short fast ones, tightening my muscles with each thrust. Kissing his mouth seemed to intensify the heat between us. There was spit and moans and slapping resounding all through the woods we were in.  As I reached orgasm, I ground my hips into his, rocking hard against him. He squeezed tight on my ass, slapping, and squeezing hard again as I bucked into body shaking quakes.    Arching my back, my hair brushed gently against my ass; Mike immediately grabbed hand fulls of it and pulled hard while I rode him. Just as I coming to from ecstasy, Mike lifted me by my hips and rolled me onto my back. Looking deep into my eyes and licking at my lips, he rammed his hips into me. He reached down and grabbed each of my long tan legs and pushed them up near my shoulders.    I loved watching him look down and enjoy the site of my cunt swallowing his cock, rolling his eyes into his head and pounding harder. The truck was shaking while he fucked me and I knew he was close.    He let loose of one of my legs and reached his hand behind my neck and pulled me up a little as he took two or three more rapid deep strokes before unloading his nut deep into my cunt. He came for what seemed like forever and I enjoyed every hot thick stream of it. I felt his balls being milked as he slapped up against me. His body collapsed on mine as he struggled to catch his breath, his dick still spilling into me.    I rubbed my hands down his back and to his ass, enjoying my legs spread open and our sweaty bodies intertwined.  We looked at each other, exhausted, relieved. Weeks of unfulfilled lust finally relieved. It was hard to speak.    But both of us now satisfied, we just lay there in the back of the truck, the sun shining down on our bodies while we enjoyed each other.  We didn't even notice the police cruiser pull up beside the car.   bdsm   Renee was a friend of the family and had been helping me out around the house for several weeks while my wife, a high-powered saleswoman, was one a business trip to China.  She was quite a bit younger than my wife and I, around 20, and home from college for the summer.  "Be good," my wife joked before she left, "and keep your hands to yourself around Renee." I have to admit that the thought hadn't even occurred to me. But my wife had good instincts.  Renee was stunning: she had black curly hair, full lips, large breasts, a slim waist and an amazing heart-shaped ass that she covered every day in tight jeans.  Often, I could see the top of her thong underwear as she bent down to get something from the lower part of our kitchen cabinets. She liked to wear low-cut blouses or tank tops.  We have twins, my wife and I, so Renee's help was definitely required. I work out of my home office most of the time (I'm a financial planner) but even so, there are times when I have to leave to meet with clients.  A live-in babysitter was essential when my wife was out of the country and couldn't cover for me at home when the boys were back from school.  Renee and I exchanged only the barest of pleasantries for the first few days. I was busy with work, and she was getting used to the two boys' demanding routines.  They needed help waking up, eating breakfast and getting ready for kindergarten.  Then someone, usually me, took them to their school, where they stayed for half the day until Renee picked them up.  Sometimes she would bring them straight home, other times they would go together to a nearby playground for a few hours, and eat lunches that she'd packed for them. During the second week that Renee stayed with us, I got into the habit of checking out her outfits.  Every day it seemed like she wore something that accentuated a different aspect of her body: one day it would be a black low-cut blouse that showed off her ample cleavage, the next day it might be a short skirt that barely covered her ass.  Traditional babysitting attire it wasn't, but with my wife not around, who was I to complain?  Although I viewed her outfits as a special treat, it never occurred to me that she might be wearing them for my benefit. That is, until one day when I came back from dropping the boys off at school, and caught her looking through the family photo album. "Sorry," she said, "I just wanted to see what your wedding was like." "That's ok," I said, "what do you think about it?" "Your wife is so beautiful! She looks so young!" "Thanks, I'll tell her you said that." She mistook my tone for sarcasm. "No," she said, "I didn't mean that she wasn't beautiful now, I just --" "I know, Renee. Don't worry about it. We all get old." "You still look pretty good, Mr. Hammond." "Thanks," I said, "you're not so bad yourself." She blushed.  "I wish I could find a guy like you," she said, "someone so stable, supportive, and handsome." Now it was my turn to blush. "I'm sure there are lots of guys out there who would love to date you." "Yeah," she said, "I get a lot of attention, but not the kind that I really want." The conversation was getting a little too heated for me. I excused myself and went back to work. A few days later, I came home from a night out with my friends to find Renee asleep on the couch. On the coffee table nearby was a novel with racy picture of a young woman, scantily dressed, with her hands bound behind her back.  "She was made her boss's slave," read the back cover, "little did she know, it would be true love." I picked up the book without waking Renee and took it with me. The next morning, Renee was quiet at breakfast. She must have noticed that the book was missing.  "Renee," I said as she cleared the breakfast dishes, "I want to talk to you after you drop the boys off at kindergarten. Please come to my office." She murmured something that sounded like an "ok," her eyes downcast. I went to my office and put the smutty paperback on my desk, then sat back in my chair as I waited for Renee to return. I had skimmed it the night before, reading most of the sex scenes.  I had to admit, it was surprising to me that a girl as wholesome looking as Renee would enjoy reading about some of the sexual practices described in the book.  It was the story of a secretary who was spanked, dominated, and used by her boss. He handcuffed her, whipped her, shoved his cock down her throat and called her all kinds of filthy names. He would cum in her pussy, mouth and on her face. She loved him and called him "master."  Really cheesy stuff, I thought. But I had to admit that I was turned on by at least some of it, and I knew that having the book in my possession might give me the currency I needed to get the ball rolling, so to speak.  There was still a week to go before my wife came back, and I aimed to have some fun with the babysitter -- and if she liked it rough, who was I to argue with that? I heard the door close. Renee was back. Timid footsteps creaked along the hall to my office, then there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said. Renee entered. Her face turned white when she saw the book on the desk in front of me. "What kind of slut," I began, "would read something like this around children?" "They were in bed," she stammered, "I didn't mean to fall asleep." "Is that right?" I asked, enjoying the sight of the beautiful young woman's breasts heaving in consternation, "or did you want me to find it?" "No of course not, Mr. Hammond!" "You've been dressing very provocatively lately, haven't you Renee?" "Not on purpose, Mr. Hammond." "I'm not so sure about that, Renee." She was quiet. Her gaze was still on the floor.  "Look at me Renee," I said. She obeyed. Tears started to form in her eyes. "Tell me that you're a cock-teasing slut, and we'll never discuss this again." "What?" she turned bright red, and seemed genuinely shocked. But she looked me in the eyes. "Say the words, Renee. Say 'I'm a cock-teasing slut' and we never have to talk about this again." "No!" she said, defiant now. "Very well," I said, "I'll just have to make you. It's what you want anyway, isn't it?" I grabbed the luscious 20-year-old and pulled her over my lap. She struggled against me, but I pulled both of her hands behind her back easily. I delivered several hard slaps to her skirt-covered ass. "Stop squirming, Renee," I said, "you're only making things harder on yourself. Just say what I told you to say and I'll stop." "NO!" she screamed, "you can't do this! I'm a nice girl!" "Do nice girls read books like that?" I said, smacking her ass again, "I don't think so!" I reached under her skirt to feel her panties.  "Do nice girls flash their thong at their employer?"  SMACK! I spanked her again. "Please stop, Mr. Hammond." "What kind of girl are you, Renee?" "I'm -- I'm a good girl!" SMACK! "I just don't think I'm getting through to you, Renee." With my free hand, I yanked down her panties, tearing them at the waist so that they came off her legs without having to pass over her shoes. "What are you doing?" she gasped, "those are my favorite!" "They're going to come in handy you little slut," I said, using the torn panties to secure her hands behind her back. Now I was free to lift her skirt and continue the spanking. When I flipped her skirt up to expose her incredible ass, I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I knew it was going to need some attention very soon. "Renee," I said, pushing a finger into her sopping pussy, "I do believe the spanking has gotten you wet. Would a nice girl get wet from a spanking? I don't think so." She moaned as I worked my fingers in and out.  "I'm -- I'm a good girl," she moaned.  SMACK! "Wrong answer again, Renee. I think you might actually like this." "No!" she moaned. Her ass was beginning to turn a nice shade of pink. "I still don't think I'm getting through to you, Renee. I think I'm going to have to use my belt." "NO!" she cried, squirming even more over my lap, "Don't use your belt Mr. Hammond. I'll sue! I'll tell your wife!" "Something tells me you won't, Renee. And I think you know what the magic words are. Tell me that you're a cock-teasing slut!" "I'm a nice girl," she whispered. I unhooked my belt with one hand and pulled on it. It made a whipping sound as it moved through the loops on my pants. I coiled it in my hand and ran it across Renee's already-reddened ass so that she could feel the smooth leather. "One last chance Renee. What do we call girls like you?" "I'm a good girl," she said, defiantly.  "Ok, you asked for it." I brought my belt down across her bare ass.  CRACK! "What do we call girls like you, Renee?" "I'm a good girl!"' she repeated, her voice cracking. I worked two fingers into her pussy, probing her wetness and teasing her clit as I wound up for another smack. I aimed this stroke of the belt directly across her pussy.  Renee moaned in pleasure.  "Rub my pussy, Mr. Hammond." "What was that, Renee?" "Rub my pussy, please, sir." I spanked her ass hard with the belt. I could almost see the welt it would leave rising before my eyes. Renee moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. There were tears streaming down her face. "What are you, Renee?" "I'm a slut, sir," she whispered. "I didn't hear that," I said, giving her ass another sharp smack with the belt.  She gasped. "I'm a slut, sir. Please rub my pussy sir. Please stop spanking me." "I'm not going to let you cum until you say what I told you to say before." "I'm a cock-teasing slut." "I didn't hear you!" I smacked her ass several more times with the belt, leaving large red welts. "Please stop, sir." "You will refer to me from now on as 'daddy'," I said, spanking her ass more gently with my hand now. "Yes sir," she whimpered. "What was that, slut?"  SMACK! I smacked her ass so hard that my hand stung stung. "I'm a cock-teasing slut, daddy!" "Get on you knees, slut," I said, lifting her from my lap and putting her on the floor. Her hands were still securely tied behind her back.  I unzipped my pants and watched her look of surprise as my cock sprang out of its enclosure. Though I am a fairly average looking man for my age, I sport a member that is quite large and thick when fully aroused. "How - how big is it?" asked Renee timidly, looking up at my unit in awe. "Why don't we find out, slut? Would you like to measure daddy's cock?" "Yes, daddy," she said, still on her knees, wriggling against her bonds. "If I untie your hands will you promise to behave yourself?" "Yes daddy." I untied her hands. "Go over to the drawer over there and get the ruler that you find inside." She started to stand. I pulled back my belt and landed a wicked stroke across her ass. "I didn't say you could stand, slut. Stay on your knees." "Yes, daddy." She crawled to the desk and opened the drawer. After a moment of rummaging, she found the ruler.  "Ok, slut," I said, standing over her and stroking my cock after she had slid back to me on her hands and knees, "let's see how many inches of cock you're going to be fitting in that cute little mouth of yours." "But Mr. Hammond," her eyes were wide, "I've only given a few blowjobs, and had sex maybe six times in my life. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to fit that thing in my mouth." "What's my name, slut?" I snatched the ruler out of her hand and smacked it across her ass. "Daddy." "That's better. Now take this and measure me." She took the ruler and held one end at the base of my cock. Then she looked at the other end. "Nine, almost ten inches, daddy." "That's right, slut. Let's just say nine and a half." "Ok." She was clearly anxious about what was going to happen next. "Do you want me to let you cum Renee?" "Yes daddy." "Then you're going to have to suck my cock first. Would you like that?" "No daddy. I'm not sure daddy. It's so big!" "You're going to beg me for it, you little slut," I said. I was dripping precum from the end of my shaft.  I held my cock in one hand and tugged on her hair firmly with the other. Then I smacked her across the face with my cock. She looked up at me in shock. "Daddy, can I please suck your cock?" "That's more like it." She opened her mouth and devoured my throbbing member.  "Now you're being a good girl," I said, pulling on her hair and fucking her face, "take daddy's cock." I heard her start to gag, so I pulled out. "Let me hear you beg for it again you little slut." "Please, daddy!" I smacked my cock across her face again. "Please what, slut?" "Please let me suck your cock." "Why should I let you do that?" "Because I'm a cock-sucking whore, daddy." "Louder." "BECAUSE I'M A COCK-SUCKING WHORE, DADDY!" I pushed my cock into her waiting mouth and groaned as it slid past her full red lips into her throat. This time, when she started to gag, I kept it down her throat just a bit longer. Her eyes began to turn red and water, so I pulled it back out and slapped her face with it again. "You love this cock, don't you slut?" "I'm a slut for your cock, daddy. Please let me suck your cock, daddy." I pushed my cock back into her mouth and began to fuck her throat now.  "Play with yourself while I fuck your throat, slut." Her hand raced down to her clit while I moved my shaft in and out of her tight throat. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and I wanted to make sure that my cum went to good use, so I pulled my cock out and started jerking it over her face just as she brought herself to orgasm. "Beg for my cum you slut." "Oh - yes --," she said as she rubbed her pussy, "cum all over my face. I want your hot cum all over my slutty face, daddy!" I grunted in pleasure as I felt the first several spurts of cum shoot from my throbbing member. I coated Renee's face and chest, then grabbed a handful of her hair and wiped off my member with it.  She smiled up at me, then slowly and deliberately scooped the cum from her cheeks and forehead and put it into her mouth, careful not to miss a single tiny drop. "Your cum tastes sooo good daddy," she said. "Glad you like it, slut." I looked at my watch. "The kids are almost done with school. You can't pick them up looking like that. I'll have to do it." I pulled up my pants, put on my belt and examined myself for fluids. I seemed to be clean. "I'm going to take them out for ice cream and then to their aunt's house," I said, "when I get back, I want you upstairs in the bedroom waiting for me. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mr. Hammond." "What's my name?" "Daddy." "That's right." I closed the door to the office behind me and went to pick up the boys.  ---- When I returned, the house was quiet. I went up the stairs and into the bedroom. Renee was standing next to the bed, waiting for me. She was wearing a short nightie that exposed most of her breasts and fell just below her ass. Her hair was tied back in pigtails and she was wearing lipstick.  "Why are you standing, Renee?" "Because my ass is so sore from your belt, daddy!" She turned around to show me her red, swollen rear, still quite shapely and attractive despite its injury.  "Right," I said, "you have no one but yourself to blame, young lady. Slutty behavior around the children will not be tolerated in this house." "Yes, daddy." "Now why don't you let daddy make you more comfortable." I went to the dresser and got a bottle of massage oil from the top drawer. Then I sat on the bed and gestured for her to get across my lap. "You're not going to spank me again, are you daddy?" asked the shapely 20-year-old. "No Renee, I'm going to make it better." She spread herself across my lap for the second time that day, this time willingly. I began to massage the oil into her sore ass.  "That feels good, daddy." I worked it slowly into her injured skin for several minutes, taking care not to touch the welts too firmly. Then I dribbled a little more oil onto her, making sure to get some onto the tiny brown rosebud that was her asshole. I massaged around the area for a moment before slowly sliding a finger inside her. At the same time, I began to finger her pussy, which was moist with its own juices. "What are you doing, daddy?" "Making you feel good, baby." I worked a finger further into her ass while I massaged her clit with the same hand. With my other hand, I continued rubbing the rest of her butt. "Daddy's going to make you feel really good, baby." "Mmm." Her breathing began to accelerate, and soon I had brought her to a short but powerful orgasm. I felt her ass clench down around my finger. "Good girl." I looked up at the top of the dresser across from the bed. A teddy bear looked back at us. Little did Renee know, it contained a so-called "nanny-cam" which was recording everything we did. I hadn't planned on it ahead of time, but now there would be a record of our encounter. "You like having something in your ass, don't you babe?" "Yes, daddy." "Daddy's going to give you something else to put in your ass." She rolled over partway and looked up at me.  "But daddy -- it's --" "Too big?" "Yes, daddy!" "How big is it baby?" "It's 9 1/2 inches." "That's right. Get on your knees and take it out, baby." She dropped to her knees in front of me on the bed. Then she unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and boxer-briefs down far enough to allow my shaft and balls their freedom. She looked absolutely wonderful on her knees, looking up in awe at my shaft which was longer than her entire face. "Get to work you little slut." She began to lick the underside of my cock, barely covering its massive surface area with her tongue. She worked her way up to the head, then kissed the underside with her full lips, leaving a small lipstick smear near the tip. From this perspective it seemed impossible that she had had most of my shaft down her throat only a few hours before.  "That's it babe. Show me what a little cock-sucking slut you are." She moaned and took the first few inches of my cock into her mouth.  "Look at daddy when you suck his cock," I said. She looked up at me with sweet green eyes. The sight of this slutty young woman in pigtails on her knees chocking on my cock almost drove me over the edge for the second time that day. But I had other plans so I held myself back for the time being.  "Take the cock out and smack it across your cheek." She took my cock out of her mouth and began to smack her own cheek with it. "Tell me you're a cock-sucking slut." "I'm a cock-sucking slut, daddy," she said, smacking herself in the face with my cock. The thick head had turned an angry red.  "Now get that cock nice and wet, slut. It's going to go in your tight little ass." "But daddy!" I reached down behind her and gave her a smack on the ass. I could tell by her shriek that it stung. "Daddy, I thought you weren't going to spank me anymore!" "I lied," I said, "you're going to take my big cock in your ass and like it." "Yes daddy." "Yes daddy what?" I smacked her ass again. She winced in pain. "Yes daddy I will take your big cock in my ass." "Tell me how big it is. Tell daddy you're a slut for his cock." She took my cock into her mouth again and bobbed up and down, covering it in spit. Then she took out my cock and looked up at me. "I'm a slut for your 9 1/2 inch cock, daddy. I want all of it in my tight little ass." "That's a good girl." I grabbed her under the arms and positioned her on her hands and knees on the bed, so that her face was towards the camera. Then I pulled my own pants off the rest of the way and knelt behind her on the bed, fisting my throbbing cock. I poured out more of the oil onto my hand and worked a finger into her asshole. Then I pressed my shaft to her pussy entrance. Slowly, I began to push inside her with my cock while I finger-fucked her ass. "You're so big, daddy!" "I've only got the first two inches inside, babe." "You like that finger in your ass?" "Yes, daddy." "Just wait until I'm done with your pussy. My cock's going in there." "No daddy," she said, "don't fuck me in the ass. Please. I'll suck you off again like a good little slut. I'll do anything." I spanked her. Hard. "Oww!" she cried, "that hurt, daddy!" I pushed two more inches into her tight cunt. If her cunt was this tight, fucking her ass was going to be like trying to fit my dick down a drinking straw. With a final push I managed to get my cock all the way inside her. She moaned in satisfaction as I filled her. "Daddy, it's soo big." "Do you want daddy to fuck you?" "Yes, daddy, please." "What do you say?" "Fuck me daddy. Fuck my tight little pussy." I started fucking her with long, even strokes, then pulled her head up by the hair, hoping that the camera would capture her pretty face as I rammed her from behind. "What are you, Renee?" "I'm a cock-teasing slut." "That's right." I fucked her even harder. She started breathing faster.  "I'm a fucking cock-tease. I'm a slut for daddy's cock." "Now you're getting the hang of it you little slut! Just for that I'm going to let you cum!" "Oh yes daddy," she gasped, "let your little whore cum. I need to cum on your huge cock so bad. I need to cum so bad and I need your cum. I want you to shoot your load up my tight little pussy." "Oh no you don't you little slut. You're not going to get out of an ass-fucking that easily." I spanked her again. She cried out in pain. "I don't care daddy. Fucking fuck me. Fucking put that monster cock in my ass if you have to, just fuck meeee!" Her vaginal muscles clamped down on my cock as she came. "Damn, Mr. Hammond," she said after a few seconds, "that has to be the hardest I've ever cum. Period." "I think I misheard you, slut," I said, smacking her ass at what appeared to be a particularly tender spot, "what's my name again?" "Daddyyyy," she moaned. I pulled my rock-hard cock out of her pussy and put it at the tight entrance to her asshole.  "I'm going to claim your ass, slut. It belongs to me now." "No daddy, please!" she exclaimed, trying to wriggle away. I pushed her so she was face down on the bed, then I reached under her and pulled her ass up forcefully while still holding her head down with one hand. "How does that song go, slut? Face down, ass up..." "No daddy, don't fuck me in the ass!" I pushed forward with my cock, past the initial resistance. The oil I had applied earlier had done the trick. Even though it was a tight fit, it was moving. "Daddy no!" I ignored her pleas and pushed even farther into her ass. It was even tighter than I possibly could have imagined, and it was all I could do to keep from cumming right there. "Stop daddy, it hurts!" I smacked her ass. "That hurts too, doesn't it, slut?" "Owwww! Stop it Mr. Hammond! I mean it." I shoved my cock even deeper. I was more than halfway now. "You're facing the consequences of being a little cock-tease, Renee. You can't have it both ways: tease your employer and still retain rights to your ass." "And by the way," I added as I pushed my cock all the way into her tiny butthole, "what's my name." "D- D- Daddy," she stammered. I could see tears starting to run down the side of her face as I held it to the bed. Then I began to fuck her ass. I took long, slow strokes at first to let her get used to it. After a minute or so, I saw the tears stop. Her breathing became faster. "This is turning you on, isn't it, slut?" "Yes," she whispered. "Louder, slut!" "YES, DADDY." I started fucking her ass even faster. I stopped holding her head down and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back up so that her face would be on camera.  "Beg for it." "Fuck me daddy. Hurt me with that big cock." I grunted in approval and began to fuck her even faster. I knew that I was going to shoot my load soon.  "Take that cock you slut. Tell daddy you love it." "I love your fucking cock daddy. I love all 9 1/2 inches of it fucking my cute little ass. It hurts but I need it soooo bad." I spanked her ass as I sped up. "I'm going to shoot my load in your ass, slut." "YES, DADDY," she was getting close herself now, "FUCK MY ASS. FUCK YOUR LITTLE CUMSLUT'S ASS." This final vulgarity sent me over the edge and I came inside her, even as she reached her own climax. I pumped spurt after spurt inside of her, more cum than I could have imagined my balls could hold. Then I collapsed on top of her, my cock still in her ass. We lay there for several minutes in silence. "You, Renee, are a natural-born slut," I said, slowly extricating my shrinking member from her ass. "Only for you, Mr. Hammond." She rolled over and smiled at me.  "I knew I wanted to be your slut the day I started working for you. That's why I left that book out," she said mischievously. "Just as I suspected," I said, heading for the bathroom, "did you get what you wanted?" "Most definitely, daddy!" She closed her eyes and fell asleep. I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting late. I would have to pick up the twins from their aunt's house soon.  Then I thought of the video made by the nanny-cam. It was going to make for some great viewing when my wife came home and things returned to normal.   Publication Date: April 21st 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-ozf00c8ee53c0a5

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James Thomas My Darkest Desires (A Collection of Erotic Stories) This book is dedicated to my friends and family who have helped me in making my dreams a reality. DISCLAIMER IF YOU CHOOSE TO READ PAST THIS PAGE, YOU ARE AGREEING TO READ WHATEVER IT IS BEYOND, AND I AM NOT PERSONALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU GETTING BUTTHURT OVER IT. THAT BEING SAID, LET ME MAKE THIS ABUNDANTLY CLEAR:   WHILE THE SITUATIONS MAY SUGGEST OTHERWISE, THERE ARE ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS NOR ARE THERE BIOLOGICAL FAMILY INVOLVED, AND ALL CHARACTERS WITHIN ARE CONSENTING ADULTS.   Like Student, Like Teacher Picture this:   A curvy girl, down on her knees, off to one side, with her dress hitched up over her hips, her panties down around her ankles, her ass and pussy bare, facing you, as she plays with herself.  The wet folds, pink and delicious, gleaming under the low lights as another squeal rings out, the girl’s moaning breathy and hoarse as she wiggled her clit. Pretty fucking amazing, right? Such was the case I found myself in not too long ago. Let me tell you about it.     See, I was making my rounds in the empty hallways of the abandoned high school when I came upon her, completely by accident, as a matter of fact. The brunette’s giant orbs had fallen out of her dress and were practically dragging on the floor, they were so enormous; the nipples pressed against the ground. And her rump, well, it was like a dream come true.  Heart-shaped and huge, with two white fleshy orbs that jiggled and shook as she fingered herself, the dim light making them look almost fluorescent in the darkness. I admit it. By now I had my dick out, my mast at full-length and punching like a fucking ramrod.  I watched, ravenous, as the petite brunette gasped and sighed, her fingers pinching her clit and then rubbing circles around the stiff nub, her ass waving in the air, anus winking and flirting with me.     Holy fuck.  Holy fuck., I thought.    The young woman’s fingers dipped lower, lightly touching her hole before circling it, the cream running wetly from that dirty, delicious place, streaming down her thighs. There was so much fluid.  And I thought she was going to frig herself right there and then; certainly she was going to start up a rhythm, start pushing some digits into that sweet vaginal passage. Instead the girl pulled her cunt lips apart, spreading them, drawing the pink puffy flesh wide and I was granted a peek up her secret passage; that delicious, glistening flesh parting to reveal her insides, wet and swollen.     Except, she wasn’t empty.     Oh no, there was something jammed inside her pussy and I squinted, my hand working like a maniac up and down my fuckrod as I tried to see what was buried there.  What the fuck? What could it be? I could make out something orange, maybe an orange toy of some sort? A little orange tampon that had gotten trapped up there somehow? But the girl just moaned and panted, her cheek pressed against the cold hallway floor, and lightly rubbed her pussy again, before she hooked a finger into her pussy and popping out the orange object with a long moan.  Oh fuck. The item dropped to the floor, bouncing a bit towards me and I finally saw what it was:     It was a kumquat.  A tiny fruit the shape of an olive, with bright carroty skin just like a real orange, fleshy and round … and perfect for inserting into a girl’s pussy.  It must have been her little secret, carrying it around in her hot space, like a bead massaging her vagina, an internal toy.     And now that it was out, the brunette was going at her clit like crazy, rubbing up and down, massaging the stiff nub in circles, her hand like a motor as her hole dripped juice, cream running wetly down her thighs. And with a moan, a squeal, and a long gasp of “Ah...ah…ahs!”, the girl came hard, her pussy and ass clenching with ecstasy, those powerful muscles clamping down again and again, spasming as waves of pleasure seized her little body, her scream ringing out in the empty hallway.     I was fucking ready to go now as well, ram my dick hard into that swollen cunt, the miles of sweet, creamy flesh beckoning to me, already wet from desire.  Except I stopped because the girl lifted her head and sighed, giving me a glimpse of that sweet face. It was Evelyn Jones from my biology class.  Sweet, sweet Evie had a curvy body, a shy smile, and big brown eyes that always trailed me as I lectured.  I’d always liked her: her thoughtful ways, her quiet demeanor…so different from a lot of the spoiled kids at Spencer.  Well, what do you know? I’d come upon one of my favorite students, nude with her ass up in the air, frigging herself during a school dance.  Life couldn’t get any better, my night had just been made.     Except common sense struck me like a blow to the head.     I couldn’t let Evie know I’d seen, not now.  So gritting my teeth, I forced my dick back into my pants, the bulge so damn painful I wasn’t sure how I was going to chaperone the rest of the night; I mean, it wasn’t like this boner showed any inclination of going down anytime soon.  But force it in I did, and with a yank of my zipper, I imprisoned the poor guy, even as I stared at Evie’s round butt and gleaming pink bits, still dripping as she recovered from her orgasm. However, I had plans for the sweet brunette. Because I’m no saint; I’m a teacher; and my favorite student was about to get a big surprise.   =========================================================================================   The older male just grinned again, striding around the classroom, pulling down the shades and locking the door.  We were now in a darkened space, not black but dimly lit, and I knew from the outside it’d look like an empty classroom.  I could hear a few muffled conversations outside, the slam of a couple lockers, but otherwise there was no indication that anything was different. Part of me felt that I was still foolish for wanting this.   “You’re lucky,” the big man said, sitting back down in front of me. “It’s lunchtime so people are gone and no one’s going to suspect. Now take off your clothes,” he commanded.   I paused for a moment, looking at him with wide eyes as his words very slowly registered in my mind, before I slowly rose to my feet.  Was I going to do this? Was I really?   But the thing is that this man…this teacher….was literally the man of my dreams, the guy that I thought about when I was alone in bed, teasing myself with my fingers, moaning with ecstasy. He was literally the stuff of fantasies except now it was real … and now…..we were about to play.   So slowly, I grasped the hem of my sweater in both hands and pulled it over my head, shaking my dark brown curls free.  I took a deep breath before sneaking a look at him and was immediately gratified, my cheeks coloring, my body heating up to a thousand degrees.     Because the big man was entranced, his gaze riveted by my girls, the luscious, creamy orbs encased in a lacy demi-bra, the pale pink material cupping my breasts lovingly, showing off their pale bellies in the dim light.   “You like?” I murmured, slowly tracing a finger along my décolletage, teasing him, running my finger into the deep valley between my girls.   “Little girl,” he said, his voice hoarse.  “I fucking love .”   And I giggled then, my hands going to the back clasp and undoing it with a quick snap.  Slowly, I eased the straps over my shoulders, stroking them off until my breasts were revealed in their full glory, pendulous, hanging, perfect ovoids with stiff red nipples at the tips.   Coyly, I ran my fingers around both nips, tracing the sensitive flesh before flashing a look at him and cooing again.   “They taste really good,” I sighed.  “You want to try?”   And the big man was literally struck speechless, his eyes riveted by my movements, his cock out now, one hand going up and down that huge shaft in a rhythmic stroke, the veins pulsing, and his balls high and tight.   “I want to taste it,” he growled low in his throat, so turned on that the words were a little garbled, hard to understand.  “I need a taste.”   But it was my turn to be in charge and so I shook my head coyly.   “No tastes for you, big guy,” I cooed.  “Only for me.”   And with that, I lifted one of my girls up and licked the nipple, savoring the sweet bud, running my tongue around and around, electrical sparks shooting straight from my nip to my clit.   “Oh,” I moaned between nips and licks, “mmm….that…tastes….oh so good,” I murmured wickedly.   And the big man just groaned, his hand a blur on his shaft now.  There was so much pre-cum that his pole was completely wet, his fist easily pumping away, stroking through the copious lube, so much that it pooled on the chair, making a sticky mess.   “Now for the other,” I said coyly, and lifted my left boob to my lips for a taste, doing the same with this nipple.  Except this time, I gave myself a little love bite, delicately nipping my tip with small white teeth, flirting with the slightly older male through my lashes the entire time.   “Imagine my teeth on your cock,” I sighed breathily.  “Imagine how that’s going to feel.”   And the big man stopped all motion, his body rock hard, that huge dick pointed straight at me.  I guess he was getting desperate, perilously close to the edge because there were he no longer spoke in full sentences.   “Clothes.  Off,” he commanded, his voice hoarse, his eyes ravenous.   And with a little schoolgirl giggle, I obeyed.  I shimmied out of my skirt, pulling the fabric sensuously over my hips before kicking them away, and then played with the waistband of my panties, lightly tugging, teasing him, and making the big man salivate.  And god, but his rock-hard dick was literally weeping now, there was a steady stream of sperm dripping from the tip to the floor, a pool of pre-cum that I longed to taste.   “You want to see?” I breathed, snapping the waistband.  My fingers crept down to my cunt and I lightly trailed it over my fleshy lips, the material soaking wet.  “You want to see?”   But before he could say anything, I did the deed.  I hooked the material in one of my fingers and pulled it to the side, showing him my pretty pussy, the swollen lips, the clit so stiff and achy that it pushed out between my labia, begging to be touched.  Leaning back a little, I pushed my hips forward so that he could get a better view and even spread my legs a bit, squatting so that my hole opened up, winking at him.   “See?” I purred throatily.  “My kitty wants you.”   And at that moment, a bead of pussy cream coalesced at my vaginal entrance and slowly dripped off, a long string of ooze dropping from my cunt to the floor.   “I’m creaming for you, Sir,” I breathed.  “My kitty’s dying for you.”   But the big man hadn’t forgotten his original instructions.   “Clothes.  Off,” he barked.  “On your knees.”   And I didn’t hesitate to obey.  I wiggled out of my panties, the damp lace a ball on the floor, and knelt completely nude before him, my pussy sopping wet, and my boobs heaving with short, indrawn breaths.   “Open,” he commanded, and instinctually I obeyed.   My pink pouty lips parted and that big member kissed my mouth.  It was just a butterfly kiss at first, my teacher ran his glans over my lips, tracing the outline of the Cupid ’s bow, trailing his pre-cum over my softness, teasing me.  But I couldn’t resist. The feel of his semen on my lips made me hungry, desperate for more, so I twisted a bit and caught the head in my mouth, that stiff, rubbery crown so tasty, so meaty that I moaned with pleasure, my eyes rolling back in my head.   “That’s it,” He panted, his eyes fixed on the dirty sight, a nude girl with her lips on his dick.  “Keep going.”   And I moaned again, one hand going up to play with his balls while the other seized his dick at its base, holding it ready for a good suck.  And I went at it like a crazed girl who was desperate for cock, desperate to get it in me, somehow, someway.   I flattened my tongue and licked up his length, tracing a bulging vein along the bottom, the vein beating so fierce, so hard, that I thought he might cum right then.  But he had better control than that, his gaze hard with desire, his breath quick and controlled as he stared at me. So I went in for another long lick, this time trailing my tongue along a huge vein on the upper side of his shaft, playing with it, feeling the blood coursing through his penis, as I savored the musty taste of this man.  And it was so good, so yummy, that I popped him in my mouth after that, sucking at the tip, letting the pre-cum run down my throat, swallowing as much as I could.   I loved it, loved every second of it.  It felt so good to have this huge piece of man meat in my warm cavern, thrusting against my tonsils, so enormous that my mouth was stretched wide, even a little uncomfortable.  I could feel tears coming to my eyes, the saliva pooling uncontrollably, but I was too hungry to care and pushed his dick even further down my throat until my nose hit his pubes, his personal scent musky and all male in my nostrils. I could hardly wait to see what he would feel like, stretching me wide open….. A Night like no Other   The night begun much like any other. After preparing dinner for you, as was my custom, we then made our way up to the bedroom - it was time for your evening bath. I entered the bathroom and turned on the tub, filling it nearly to the brim with steaming, soapy water. I checked to make sure the temperature was just right for you, and that you had everything you would need, before turning and exiting the room. I then knelt outside the bathroom, waiting and watching, as you entered the bathroom. I was, of course, completely naked and waited for further instructions from you. From where I knelt, I could hear you moving around inside, the rustle of clothing falling to the floor as you undress yourself, the door partially closed. As I continued to listen, I couldn't help but picture you naked in the bathroom, your clothes falling softly to the tiled floor, and immediately I began to grow hard. I then heard you call softly from the bathroom. I stood up, my cock straining outward from my body like a seven inch steel rod, and grabbed a towel in a last-ditch effort to hide my now painfully obvious erection, before slowly pushing open the door and slowly entering the bathroom. You had already entered the bath, the soap just barely covering your luscious breasts; your hair falling in wet waves to your pale shoulders.You smirked when you saw the towel, which I had to hold over my waist, in front of my cock, in an attempt to keep from showing the evidence of my throbbing member, to no avail. You then ordered me to set the towel down on the small table next to the tub, and motioned for me to come closer. The next thing I knew, you smirked mischievously, once again seeing my cock, the overabundance of precum already oozing from the soft, meaty, purplish head, my shaft steadily pulsing with life as my cock twitched up and down, as though looking for a place to find release so desperately needed. Reaching over the edge of the tub, you slowly traced your fingers across the underside of my shaft, and along a rather large vein that slowly throbbed. My cock jumped at your caress, twitching harder in pleasure, as you continued to run your fingers up and down the skin. This torture continued for a good three or four minutes, before you decided that it had gone on long enough. You then wrapped your slim fingers around the base of my shaft, giving it a firm yet loving squeeze, causing me to cry out from the long-awaited pleasure. You smiled and moved your hand away, and I whimpered, thrusting my hips forward to your hand, purposely just beyond my reach. You then nodded for me to get into the bathtub, and ordered me to wash you before you got ready to relax for the evening. I reached up and gently massaged your shoulders with a washcloth, rubbing slowly along your neck, and I leaned in and gently nibbled the tip of your ear, before lightly kissing the back of your neck. I worked the cloth down to the square of your back, rubbing gently. I then moved the cloth even lower, and caressed your cheeks, and listened as you moaned softly, telling me to not stop, but continue. I lathered the cloth up again, and brought it around to the front of you, and I gently ran it down the front of each breast, slowly squeezing each one in turn as I washed it tenderly before working my way down to your smooth stomach, and then even lower, my hands sneaking a teasing squeeze of your mound, and using the soapy shampoo, I slipped a few fingers inside, and you gave a small gasp. As soon as you felt it, you pulled my hand away, and chuckled and sucked my fingers gently. I finished what I was doing, and then washed up, before I took a towel and prepared to dry your body. I found the softest towel I could and started to rub down your body slowly...lovingly...and as soon as I had finished, you took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, where you threw me onto the bed before tying me down, hand and foot, to the bedposts. You then climbed on top of me, and starting at my mouth, slowly kissed your way down my body, teasing me until finally you reached my cock, which had gotten harder, and begin to toy with it, flicking your tongue across the head, as if you were savoring the meaty flavour. Soon you were bobbing and twisting your mouth up and down on it, keeping a steady pace....not fast enough that I would lose control, yet not slow enough that I would get bored. However, I knew I was close, and apparently so did you, because you then pulled away, and sat back, watching me. Next thing I knew, you were untying my hands and legs, but only after I promised to behave myself, and you lay down on your back, spreading your legs apart, and revealing your beautiful, shaved pussy, which by now had become soaked through. Staring at me, you then fingered yourself slowly. I then placed my mouth on your pussy, and began to suck it gently before gaining speed, running my tongue across your pink folds, and occasionally slipping my tongue in and out, before replacing my mouth with my fingers. Reaching in slowly, I gently rubbed in a circular motion, pumping my fingers in and out as fast as I could. I quickly put my mouth against your folds and sucked eagerly, trying to lap up your juices, when you explode violently in my mouth, and I almost gagged on the amount of cum flowing from you. I greedily swallowed each load that you produced, before you ordered to "fuck me", and I placed my hardened cock into your already wet pussy, and began to glide back and forth, gaining speed with each stroke, before I was moving wildly against you - a sharp, intense feeling building at the base of my cock. I panted and moaned, and told you that I was about to cum. You ordered me to go ahead, and empty my load into you, which I did, forgetting that I wasn't wearing a condom. I nearly cried out with the amount I emptied into you, and you eagerly slammed against me with each thrust of my own, clawing wildly at my back as I poured my cum into you. Finally, after a minute of intense release, I slowly pulled out, and began to suck your juices once more, this time mixed with my own, and swallowed the mixture happily. I then licked my lips and began to suck and massage your breasts gently, flicking my tongue over the nubs, before you pulled me into your arms, rubbed my back, and whispered in my ear the two words that I longed to hear; words that I wanted to share with you...   "I love you" Coming in the Night Undressed, Emily headed for her bed and curled up beneath her thick blankets. With gentle affection she slid her right hand down her chest and along her stomach until she pulled forward the end of the nightgown, leaving her lower body uncovered. The same hand tucked itself beneath her panties and traveled over her soft, smooth mound. A single finger dipped between the lips of her sex, and she began to stroke her clit with tiny, teasing motions.    Already wet from the flirting at dinner and the fantasies of the mysterious stranger, Emily's body was more than ready for her attention. The little nub she toyed with engorged quickly and amplified pleasure swelled within. The man that had showed up at her door that night, and the silver hairs around his temple — would the hairs elsewhere on his body be greying from early aging? She imagined his chest and stomach, and what they might look like speckled with silver. How magnificent an experienced cock must look nestled in a dark patch of pubic hair struck through with steel? The finger at her clit circled a little faster, and Emily lifted her hips just enough to grind against it in response.   Long ago she had learned to mute her activities, so no gasps or moans tumbled from her lips. Instead, she buried her face against a pillow and fought to regulate her breathing. Playing with herself had always left her forgetting to breathe, and as her heart raced and her lungs began to burn, Emily knew she had to calm down. If she came this early into the night, she'd waste the best material she'd ever have to a quick fix. Thoughts of the man had to be savored. She had to let herself edge for as long as she could before succumbing to orgasm.    A few minutes bled into tens of minutes, and then longer. Emily was no longer aware of time. From thought to thought she moved, one time imagining the texture of his coarse bristles on her chin and cheeks as he kissed her, the next picturing how he'd look between her legs, his body suspended over his by the support of his palms on either side of her head. And then, how he'd have her kneel on the bed like the bad, naughty girl she was, but instead of lash her for her behavior, he'd teach her what bad girls really deserved. How he'd drive his thick cock into her pussy and breed her from behind like the slutty little animal she was. She was still young enough to be his daughter, yet how he'd fuck her. The swell of orgasm loomed, and Emily had to find the strength to lift her finger from her clit. No. No, it wouldn't be yet. Not until she'd worked the thoughts to exhaustion.   The night advanced without Emily realizing it. It wasn't until she heard the deathly silence in the house that she realized just how late it had become — she'd been touching herself this entire time, and not even once had she allowed herself to cum. When it finally did happen, it would be bliss un-paralleled. The mysterious stranger had worked her into a frenzy.   Eyes that had been closed to better visualize the man sleeping across the hall opened to check the time on her digital clock on the bedside table. Just after midnight. What time had she finally gone to bed? Emily couldn't remember. With a sigh she turned her head to settle back onto her pillow, finger still lazily swirling against her clit, when she saw it. Sometime during the night her bedroom door had opened, and in the darkened door frame stood a figure. It was hard to make out details against the dark, but Emily knew who it was by instinct alone. A pulse of pleasure ran through her, and the finger that had been working her clit over stilled and then withdrew from inside of her panties. How long had Henry been watching her?    "Why don't you come in and close the door?" she asked in a whisper.   Every inch of her felt alive and invigorated; awoken from her ceaseless teasing and Henry's earlier flirtation. If he stepped through that doorway, Emily knew that there would be no going back. The invitation had been issued, and now it was up to Henry to give in to temptation and accept it.   There was a long pause, and then the shadow in the doorway moved. It entered the room hesitantly, and then pushed the door closed until it latched in the doorframe with a gentle click. Emily heard the lock turn, and knew that Henry had made his choice. The form crossed her bedroom floor until he stood at her bedside. This close, Emily could make out his features. A lean body with strong shoulders; the gorgeous cut of his face; more blocky in the darkness, but even more handsome for it. What she saw wasn't enough — Emily craved to explore more of him. How would his mature cock feel when it filled her? How would it feel to lose her virginity to an older man?   "You really have changed since the last time I saw you." The voice broke through the darkness, distinct despite its hushed tone. "You're not the shy little girl you used to be."   "No," Emily whispered back. "I'm not a girl anymore. I know what I want, and who I want... And tonight, I want you." The bed groaned as one of Henry's knees met the mattress. Emily's heart jumped into her throat. Was this really happening? She was having a hard time believing that the man she'd thought such dirty things about reciprocated her feelings. "Is it true what your father said at dinner?" Henry asked.   The second knee met the mattress, and he crawled across the bed to straddle her. Him atop the covers with his knees on either side of her thighs, Emily beneath the covers trying to recover her breath, the darkness provided them with an anonymous shroud that made the upcoming union even hotter. This was her father's house, and Henry was her father's friend — and here he was, preparing to ravage his best friend’s virgin daughter, despite the fact that Emma, as she was often called, was 24.   "Are you really not interested in boys? Have you not been fucked before?" The way the word left his lips made her shudder. Orgasm was so close that the utterance alone near pushed her over its edge. The kind man she'd known as a child had changed. Now his interest was in her body, and taking advantage of her. Emily was eager to give him everything he wanted. "Never," she whispered. "I'm a good girl. I think about my grades and my future, not boys. And certainly not grown men." "Of course you don't," Henry murmured.   His palms braced themselves on the mattress to either side of her head, and he lowered his face until their noses nearly brushed. Emily could smell him — aftershave and clove. The smell was not unpleasant, nor was it overpowering, but it was distinctly masculine and distinctly mature. No boy smelled like this, only a man could.   "Just like you didn't lift that tiny dress of yours up to give your perverted family friend a view of that tight little body of yours. You're too good of a girl for that." The side of his nose brushed down the side of hers, and Emily closed her eyes. Henry's lips hovered above hers, just slightly brushing. The breath was caught in her throat, and although her lungs screamed for air, she could not breathe. It felt like if she stirred the moment would disappear or that she would wake up from his dream. But the man that was on top of her was no figment of her imagination. Henry was real, and he was there for one purpose and one purpose only. "I'm a very good girl," she whispered against his lips. They were hard and a little dry, so different from her plump, youthful pinks. "I always do what I'm told, and daddy told me never to settle for boys." "And what about men?" But there was no time for her to reply. Henry's lips were upon hers, hungry. A gasp died in the back of Emily's throat in response to his voracious appetite — the passion was bruising, and their teeth clacked together as he laid claims on her mouth. The short bristles along his chin and jaw brushed against her, coarse and unmistakable. Emily had never even kissed a man before, but now that she'd started, she knew she never wanted to stop. One of Henry's hands, fingers calloused from time and travel, ran through her hair and clenched down to hold her in place. There would be no escape. As they kissed, his other hand lowered the blankets from her body, and knee by knee he allowed them to pass beneath him until they only covered her calves. Emily kicked them the rest of the way off, the cool air of her room even colder after so long spent touching herself beneath the blankets. Goosebumps raised across her skin.   The kiss broke, and Henry's hand hardened its grip on her hair, holding her head firmly in place. "I can smell you," he uttered.   There was a rasping quality to his voice that had not been there at dinner, and Emily knew she had drawn it out of him.   "You've been touching yourself, you filthy little girl. No boy has ever had you because you've been too busy playing all alone. But all that's about to change." Every word he said struck her hard and left her desperate for more. Emily gasped and reached up, running a hand across the back of his head and drawing him down against her so they could kiss once more. She was greedy for his lips, and he indulged her. But lips weren't the only thing Henry was hungry for. His free hand met the exposed skin of her thigh and began to slide upward. The flat of his palm felt cool against her heated body, and soon Emily could not continue the kiss at all for how the sensation of it made her squirm and twist. "Henry," she breathed, lightheaded.   The hand continued up until it reached the arch of her panties, and then his fingers followed the seam of the leg downward and inward. "What is it, little girl?" he asked her, voice gritty and playful.   Emily made desperate little gasps. Henry's broad fingers traced inward and over the fabric covering her crotch. Then they dipped down further, putting just enough pressure so he could trace his finger between the valley of her lips. As the cotton met her sex, Emily could feel how drenched she had become. Slick fluids had soaked into the garment and coated her skin. At first it had been all her own doing, but she knew Henry had coaxed some of it from her with his words and his kiss. Her body needed him. "Oh my god," Emily breathed. He hadn't even undressed her yet, and she felt like she would cum. "Do you feel that, baby?" he asked. "That's what a naughty girl feels like. I'm going to have to punish you." The fingers pushed a little harder, and the fabric gave way to let them press firmly against her skin. Henry let them trail up, and those same digits ran over her clit. The touch was electric, and throbbing pleasure coursed through her like ripples across a pond. Henry was too good to be real. "But in order to stop your impure thoughts," he continued, "we're going to have to make sure that you use them all up. If we let them linger in that beautiful mind of yours, they'll only fester and grow. So we'll work them out of your system so they don't get any worse. Tell me — what are you thinking about right now?" Saying the things she'd been feeling for so long felt wrong in the best of ways. Henry's fingers kept stroking, tracing short trails back and forth over her panties and across her clit. Emily could not escape the pleasure, and she writhed and pressed herself down against him like the slut he was turning her into. A silence bubbled between them, then burst.   "I'm thinking about how wrong it is that I'm letting a man so much older than me defile my body," she whispered. "About how many attractive guys my age I could sleep with, but how I'm giving myself to someone so older. What everyone would think if they knew what disgusting things you were doing to me. How many more men will want me because they know I'm not above sleeping with someone older?" A low rumble rolled from the back of his throat, burdened with desire. Henry yanked at her hair, and Emily had to hold back a cry. The pain felt fantastic. "It looks like I've got a lot of work to do," he said. "It's about time I got to it." The hand that had been playing with her stopped in its travels and hooked into the cotton instead. With a firm yank Henry brought her panties down so that they stretched between her knees.    "Take them off the rest of the way, naughty girl," he whispered to her, "and let me punish you like you deserve to be punished. Let me work those impure thoughts out of your mind." There was no choice but to obey. Emily squirmed beneath him, working her panties down her legs and to her ankles, where she stepped out of them. And as she did so, Henry took the time to undress above her. The shirt he wore crumpled on the ground, its material audibly pooling. A sharp zip signified the descent of his fly, and the mattress shook and groaned as he shifted his weight from one leg to another to remove them. The process was repeated for the underwear that lay beneath — Emily couldn't make out what kind it was. And when he was done, he took hold of her tiny nightie and lifted it up, across her stomach and chest until her breasts were bare, and then over her shoulders. Emily moved with him to ease the process, and the cold rush on her humid skin was worth it. Naked, she knew Henry's body was about to be hers. If only she could see the treasure he had for her between his legs. That was a gift she was going to have to discover on her own. With her body bare, Henry's hands moved up and over her stomach to her untouched breasts. Large, calloused hands gripped her firmly, and his broad thumbs brushed her nipples. All Emily could do was gasp, the sound timid and hushed. No one else in the house could know what they were doing. "Still little," he murmured, teasing her hardened nubs while she squirmed beneath him. "But just grown up enough." Gradually, each of his knees found its way between her thighs. The act felt so natural that Emily hardly felt it, and when it was done, the transition had been seamless. One moment Henry's body was suspended over hers, and the next their bodies were flush. Henry's thick flesh slid between her wet lips, coating his shaft with her secretions. Emily had never felt a cock before, and it felt far too big to be able to fit inside of her. Was this what all of them felt like, or was Henry huge? She had no idea how to tell.   "I'm going to work all those naughty thoughts out of your head," Henry whispered to her, his hips starting to thrust as he worked his cock across her body, flirting with her entrance. Each movement brushed his shaft flush with her clit, and Emily clenched her jaw to avoid moaning in pleasure. This had to be quiet and discrete, but somehow it made it even better. Emily did not reply with words. Instead, she lifted her hips to invite him inside, and as she changed the angle, the head of his cock caught on the rim of her entrance and then, with a firm thrust, Henry was inside of her. Had she not been so wet and prepared, there was no doubt penetration would have hurt. Instead, it was nothing but bliss. Henry forced her open, filled her with his cock, and plunged deep without remorse. Virgin or not, he did not show her any sympathy. Emily had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out — he was huge, and he felt amazing. "How does it feel to finally take a man?" he asked between gritted teeth. A firm buck of his hips bottomed him out inside of her, and Emily groaned against her hand as she got used to the feeling. The bulbous tip of Henry's cock prodded a part of her she'd never felt before, something solid and shockingly arousing. Henry did not keep himself there for long — in moments he'd drawn back out only to thrust with increased passion. The impact hit her hard, and Emily choked back a gasp. It was all she could muster in response. "Such a bad, dirty girl," he breathed. Again and again his hips bucked into her, breeding her. Neither of them had bothered with protection, but it only made it hotter. Emily wanted his raw cock, wanted to know that her father's friend was fucking her hard and unprotected. The thought that his cum would drip from freshly used hole spurred her on further. From pure and untouched to filthy and used. Henry was making her into a slut, his slut, and it only made her hotter. "I'm so bad," she whispered back, voice hitched with pleasure. "Fuck it out to me. Fuck all this dirtiness out of me!" Henry's hands left her breasts and pinned her arms above her head. The speed with which he rocked his hips increased, and he struck time and time again against that spot inside of her. The force of their bodies meeting stimulated her clit, and Emily grinded down against him, maximizing whatever pleasure she could. The wet sounds of their bodies joining and parting had filled the room, their gasps and grunts of pleasure hushed. Orgasm was close, and Emily knew when she came, she was going to cum hard. Henry was her fantasy, and her body had already been pushed to its limits even before he'd entered the room. There was no way she could hold on. "Henry," she whimpered. "Henry, all of those thoughts... All of those thoughts are working their way out of me. I can feel it. I can feel it welling in my gut." And she could. The rush of heat through her groin was weighing her down and making everything feel that much more intense. Just a few more thrusts, just a few more, and... "Work them out, little girl," Henry rasped. "Get them all out. Cum them out for me and tighten around my old cock. I want to feel you work every single one of them out." Emily's lips parted, but the cry that followed was silent. The first wave of orgasm hit, and her sex tightened and shuddered around the length of his cock. "One," he uttered. Another ripple ran through her as pleasure peaked and released, and her sex clamped down around him again. "Two," he whispered. "Get them all out, little girl. I want all of those thoughts out of your head." Again and again her pleasure peaked and her body tightened in response. Emily's fingers dug into the sheets as her body wracked itself with pleasure, and for each time she tightened, Henry counted out loud. "Seven," he rumbled, and as he did, Emily felt a different kind of pulse. It took a long moment for her to realize that it was not her body that made it, but his. Henry's cock was spilling its thick, warm cum into her womb and breeding her like the little whore she was. "Oh my god," Emily gasped. The words were so quiet they might as well not have been uttered at all. "You're cumming, you're..." "Punishment," he said at last. "Bad girls like you have to risk the possibility that their actions will have consequences that last forever. Everyone might get to find out just how dirty you really are when your womb swells up with the load I just gave you. Everyone will see that you've given in to sin. That you let a man have you and you didn't care enough to protect your own body against his seed."   Each word struck with latent potency, and Emily's lips rounded in a silent cry. A fresh surge of pleasure consumed her, and a wave stronger than the others squeezed itself around Henry's thick shaft. "Eight." He was breathless. "That's my good girl. Everything's out now. Now the healing can begin." As his erection flagged, Henry drew free of her with a slow, deliberate movement. One moment she was filled completed for the first time in her life, and the next she was alone and empty. Emily exhaled steadily, coming down from the high. The loneliness was terrible, but knowing why it was she felt so empty was invigorating like nothing else. "And how do I go about healing," she murmured, tossing the idea out casually, "if I still harbor those thoughts inside of me, even after what you've done?" Henry settled down on the mattress beside her and ran a hand along her side. The touch had lost some of its magic, but faint arousal twisted inside of her, promising that before long, she'd be hungry for more. "If we didn't get the idea by its roots," he said, "then we'll have to keep digging and pulling them free until nothing is left. There's no other solution." The words were exactly those she'd been eager to hear. Emily grinned into the darkness, shifting on the bed to cuddle up against the much older man beside her. It was her turn to run her hand down him, tracing from his chest down to his stomach until her fingertips left him just before the groin. There was no way a touch like that was innocent. "I see." The room, once cool, was now hot with both of their bodies. The scent of their sex hung on the air, and she knew it would cling to her sheets and in her pillows for days to come. "I guess you're going to have to stay here a while longer, then," Emily said after a short, reflective pause. "These thoughts have been building and festering for a long time, and one little extraction is never going to be enough to get rid of them for good." Henry scoffed, the sound muted for the sake of their privacy. "You really are a bad little girl, aren't you?" he asked. "Perhaps, even after I've worked this sin out of you, I'll have to come back from time to time to make sure that it stays gone. I don't feel like you can be trusted." Emily's grin grew, and she draped her arm over his side as she drew herself closer. Only moments ago they'd parted, but the slickness between her legs and the new heat growing low inside of her made her feel like she could go again. Henry's recovery would take a little more time, but as soon as he was ready... "I think we can arrange for that," she cooed. "My father is quite fond of you, you know. And even should he not be in the spirit to entertain a guest, I'm sure he would be thrilled if his little girl visited his best friend from time to time for some private tutelage." "Clever, dirty little girl," Henry praised her. "I'll have you as often as you want." And Emily knew she was going to want him very, very often. Doctor's Orders I squirmed and wiggled around without being aware of my surroundings. I woke up rather groggily as I reached up to rub my eyes. I saw that I my wrists were the only thing I could move, barely. I was completely naked. The temperature in the room wasn’t unbearably cold, so I wasn’t trembling, but it was chilly enough to make my nipples stand erect. I was exposed to the cool air and I felt my back laying against a metal surface, less cold now since I had been lying down on it for a while. At this moment, you walked in.   “Now, now, young one. Stop squirming. It is time that I examine you, let Daddy inspect your body. Be a good little brat.”   I tried turning my head to look towards you, but I could only slightly move my neck. As I began turning my neck, you smacked my thighs aggressively.   “Sit still for daddy. Do you understand? Do you now know how to behave yourself you little brat? Let me inspect you. Do not move, this is for you town good.”   You said this with great emphasis in your voice as you slid on a pair of white rubber gloves.   “Now, time to inspect my brat.”   First, you grabbed your flashlight and began beaming it into my eyes quickly.   “The patient has beautiful eyes, she seems horny and extremely slutty. Begging to be filled up.”   I squealed trying to retaliate when you began slapping my breasts.   “Patient cannot seem to behave, bad girl. Very quiet, but very naughty.”   Grabbing another source of light, you grabbed my jaw and said,   “Open up.”   You shook my head and I opened up my mouth as you gripped my thighs. You shined the light down on my throat and you voiced the things you found as if I wasn’t even there.   “Open wide woman.”   I hesitantly complied while you shoved a couple of fingers into my throat thrusting them in and out. I automatically gagged.   “Mmm….patient has a tight throat. Very active gag reflex and the feeling of her throat wrapping around my fingers is an extremely pleasant feeling. My cock would love that.”   You said that with a rather ominous tone. You take your fingers out of my throat and changed gloves.   “Filthy woman. Slobber all over my gloves.”   I flushed and began looking away. You slipped on another pair of gloves and I waited for what was inevitable. You said,   “Time to examine your tits.”   Circling my body, you paused and began to debate with yourself. You slide your hand along my skin softly while lovingly stroking my breast. You make some strange noises before you squeeze my breasts. You brush your thumb over my nipples a couple times and began stroking it until it became firmer. All of a sudden, you pinched it hard as I yelped at the pain while you laughed.   “Patient has sensitive nipples and rather reactive.”   You circle around me and do the same thing to my other breast.   “Such a pretty little brat, pretty little toy who’s screaming and yelping for me as I hurt her.”   I began panting slightly as you continued toying with my body.   “Mm, time to examine the woman’s pussy.”   “You’re going to look at my pussy?”   You looked at me with an evil grin.   “Not just look, a lot more than that.”   I just nodded not knowing what else I could do.   He replied, “Good girl, good slut. You have learned your place for now. Spread those legs so I can see your pink cunt.”   I squeaked out in protest as you moved down until you were in between my legs. “Now girl, open wide or I’ll do it for you.”   I heard the firmness in your voice so I spread my legs slowly and I looked away while you stared in between my legs.   “Isn’t that an amazing little pussy? All stick and pinky, oh you’re dripping wet. Do not pretend like you don’t like getting embarrassed by me.”   I tried closing my legs, but the restraints had been adjusted and my bare pussy was on display for whoever entered the room. You could see me trying to close my legs, but I just couldn’t manage to do it.   “Bad, bad girl. You need to behave yourself you little slut. Just when you were being obedient too, you’re being naughty again.”   You rushed over to me and took my right tit into your warm mouth and swirled your eager tongue around my areola before biting down on my nipple.   “Do you see what happens to bad girls? This is why you should behave yourself.”   You said, “Now. Time for me to examine your vagina once again. I don’t think I’ll need lube since you’re dripping wet. Wet little brat, you’re dripping all over my table. Your tinier hole is next.”   In the beginning, I was unsure what you meant but then I figured it out and began begged,   “No Sir, please not my bum.”   I frantically shook my head and you smacked me right on top of my pussy and on my clit as I jumped from the shock.   “Quiet, brat. Stop squirming and stay still.”   You continued tugging on my pussy lips while spreading me wide and peering deep inside of me as I had a look of embarrassment on my face. Slowly, you slipped in three fingers into me while moving them in and out rather quickly.   “Tight little pussy you have, hun. It’ll open up soon enough though.”   You went to the far end of the room and I heard some loud clanking noises. Soon, you came back in between my legs as I gasped.   I begged,   “No Sir, please no.”   You smirked knowing that I had caught on.   “That’s right, I am going to look deep inside of your pussy.”   My eyes got wide as you bent down and rubbed lube all over it. Then, I saw you slowly sliding the metal piece inside of my pussy. The odd contraption felt rather strange inside of me as I heard a flash and a snap.   “I’ll show this to you later on so you can see your pussy stretched wider than a freeway.”   I turned even more embarrassed especially from the sly comments that you were making. You came back and removed the device from my pussy as my vagina shrank back to normal. You released my legs as I stared in confusion and you patted my bottom.   “You know it’s time to examine your asshole now.”   I flushed at the language that you used, but you just continued laughing.   “Such an innocent little brat. Don’t play pretend, I know how much of a dirty slut you really are.”   You whipped out of a bottle of lubricant and applied it onto my rectum as you spread my ass cheeks apart. My body automatically clenched as you continued laughing hysterically.   “Do not clench, you will only make it work. Relax your muscles.” I did the best I could as you continued sliding your fingers inside of me. I let out a small grunt when you invaded my asshole, your fingers felt massive.   “Your ass is tiny and so tight.” You penetrated my insides for just a moment before pulling out your finger.   “Dirty girl. We will clean your insides before I can inspect your little butt. You got my gloves all messy.”   “Now it’s time for me to see how much of a pounding you can really take.”   I gazed up towards you as you quickly took your lab coat off and began stripping. Within a few seconds, your belt was coming off and your pants hit the floor.   you jumped on top of the metal table and slid right into my pussy aggressively. I couldn’t see your cock, but it felt massive. you thrusted in and out with reckless aggression as my screamed loudly.   “You little brat, you like me taking advantage you?”   I groaned as I couldn’t make out words to answer your question. While I had been humiliated and embarrassed the entire day, I couldn’t hide the fact that I enjoyed every bit of this pounding I was getting from you. At the end of the day, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was a dirty little slut willing to get pounded hard. I loved cock, especially your cock.   You continued pounding me as you said, “You dirty slut, I’m going to fill up your tight little cunt with my juices.”   Within a few seconds, I heard you panting and grunting like an animal as you shot your load deep inside of my pussy. You got up from the table, kissed me on the forehead and smacked my tits around before you began putting your clothes back on.   After that, you released the shackles off of me and handed me my clothes. I quickly got dressed as I looked at the time, realizing I was about to be late to pick up the children from school.   I looked at you, grabbed you and gave you a wet kiss on the lips.   “I Can’t wait for my next examination, Sir!”   You smiled and said, “You know you don’t need an appointment for an examination, come on by whenever.”   A Submissive's Fantasy (Girl's POV)  It was early in the morning and I had gotten up to fix breakfast. I was wearing nothing but a tee-shirt. It was very baggy and long. My hair was in its messy bun, as always. I had the music dancing around the kitchen, with a big bowl of pancake mix. I enjoyed cooking, no matter who it was for. I continued to dance around, unaware of you standing at the doorway. I got over to the stove and started to drizzle the batter on the pan. “Crazy love” was playing and I was singing out loud, of tune, but you didn’t care. You thought it was completely sweet.   As I flip the pancakes, you walked in slowly, wrapping your arms around my waist kissing me softly on the back of my ear, nibbling on my ear lobes softly. You spin me around, reaching behind me, turning off the stove top. Your eyes never left mine. Your smile was endless. You slowly spin me around taking me into your arms, dancing. I giggle softly as we spin around.   “You, have pancake batter all over you…” as you reach in licking some of the batter off my cheek.   Spinning around, we sway to the music. Moving back and forth as I close my eyes. Taking my hand, you lead me downstairs to “our” basement. Getting to the bottom step, you take the blind fold that was hanging on the wall, covering my eyes. I could no longer see. I was complete in trust. I heard you click on the light. You took my hand as, my bare feet touch the floor. It was cooler than the floors upstairs.   “I have a surprise for you.” You said ever so gently as you continue to guide me.   We stop for a moment and I hear a door opening. I had never adventure to the basement, only to do laundry. I felt you let go of my hand and I heard the door behind me close. Taking my hand again you lead me ten steps before stopping.   “Can I remove the blindfold?” I ask impatiently.   I didn’t hear anything. Finally, I heard clicking noises. I feel you taking my wrist as something cold hits my wrist. I shiver slightly and I heard a big “CLICK”. Taking my other wrist, it too met the same cold fate. The loud “CLICK”. Squeezing my hands around what was attached to my wrists, I felt leather straps as well as metal chains. I slowly bit my lip.   You come behind me removing my blindfold. Stepping in front of me, I could see a smile form. You smile brightly as my eyes start to adjust. I start to look around. First I see my hands locked in restraints. I glance around the room as you smile at me. “This is our fun room, my love.” You said calmly.   You walk over to me as you kiss me hard. My knees buckle as you kiss me. My wrists were holding me up as I felt my legs being forced up and wrapping around you. You lean back from me for a moment. Your eyes never leaving mine as you slowly insert your cock inside my wet pussy. Thrusting inside hard as your hands never leave my thighs. Gripping harder, you thrust in harder, picking up pace. You smile at me as you reach in, kissing me hard, going faster inside my tight little pussy. I felt my pussy getting tighter around your cock. Thrusting harder, you reach down with one hand playing with my clit as you go faster inside me. My eyes lighten up as I pushed against you, releasing cum all over your dick.   You smile as you go faster and harder, making me moan louder. I feel your cock getting bigger as it is surrounded by my pussy. You lean in, with one hand taking my nipples and gently pulling and twisting them. Leaning down biting down on them. I moan loudly as you start moving your hip, thrusting deep inside of me. You grab my hips, thrusting harder. Before we both realized, your cock swells up as it shots cum, deep inside of my pussy.   You drop my legs as I dangle from the restraints. You smile at me as you un hook me, allowing me to hold on to you. You pick me up caring me to the bed upstairs. We lay on the bed, panting and eventually falling asleep in each other arms. Daddy Daughter Date  It had been a long day, and he finally got home from work. Pulling his car into the drive, he parked the vehicle and shut off the engine. He then climbed out of the car and walked up the steps of the house to the front door, withdrew his key, unlocked the door, and then entered the house wandering up to the bedroom. He then started to strip slowly and, standing naked, reached for a towel.                                     *                                *                                         *   She lay in bed, fingering herslf, enjoying the wet sounds of her sloppy pussy, when suddenly she noticed her daddy go by, naked. she then lay in bed smiling, looking at him thinking about how bad she wanted him                                     *                                *                                          *    He then head for the main bathroom, passing her doorway, fully naked. He didn't realize her door was open, that she was home, or that she now were getting a full view of his naked, toned body.                                     *                                *                                           * Finally unable to stand it, she stood up and started to walk to him. She stopped at his bathroom doorway, biting her lip thinking how bad she was to be having such thoughts in her mind.                                      *                                *                                           *   Unaware that he had a captive audience, he then entered the bathroom and stood there for a while waiting for the shower water to warm up. as he did so, he began to rub his limp cock slowly, slowly coaxing it into its 7in hardness, when she started to walk twords him, biting her bottom lip again, growing excited watching him touch himself thinking about how much she wanted that thick cock...she had never seen anything like it. She then stopped, inches from her daddy.   Sensing something is a little off, yet not sure what, he shrugged and set the towel on the back of the small hamper, stretching his aching muscles tiredly. His only thought was how nice the hot water was going to feel running down his back. however that would soon change...   She was a little worried as she snuck into his room and startedto undress herself. Through the doorway of the bathroom, she could see him, just standing there. She badly wanted to feel him inside her, amd she blushed. That didnt stop her hoaever from licking her lips, waiting for him to get into the shower.    Almost as if on cue, he then stepped into the shower, and allowed the hot water to run over his body, filling the bathroom with steam, the sound of the shower blocking out any other noise. So much so, that he failed to hear the young female nrvously approaching him.    Opening the shower door and stepping in, young Beth wrapped her arms around her father's muscular frame, and gently grabbed his manhood, her naked body quickly becomeing wet against his, and she almost ran out when he gave a small start. Her mind began to go into overdrive...how was she going to explain this? She whimpered softly, and waited for him to realize that the young woman's body against his was none other than his daughter.    "mmm...that feels so good"   This was all the encouragement she needed, and she grew bolder, pressing her 32ddd sized breast against his back.   "I'm glad you think so...daddy"   "mm...baby....what are you doing in the shower? you know you are not supposed to be here" he said, teasing her in a low, soft, lusty voice.   This caused Beth to smile. Turning around, she smirked, her hand still very much attached to his rock-hard, 7in member. She smiled again and turned him around to face her. Still holding his manhood, she stood up on her toes and kissed his neck softly.    "so, is there something my sexy daughter wanted? or are you here to just tease me?" he kissed her back softly, and she returned the kiss once more before replying, in a voice just as every bit seductive,    "i want you to do bad things to me daddy, and please dont be shy"      "hm...you wish to be made pregnant by your daddy, is that it?"   "Daddy, anything you wish is my comand."   Thus saying, Beth grabbed his hand an placed it on her shaved pussy, biting her lip, slightly worried. What if he yelled at her, or worse, kicked her out? However, she knew it was too late to turn back now, and so she waited patiently, wondering what he would do next. To her delight, he then rubbed her already sopping wet pussy softly, causing her to become so wet her moisture was running down her legs in streams. He then slipped a few fingers inside, thrusting up and down for a little bit, his meaty cock getting all the more harder in her tiny hand. She looked deep into his eyes, and gasped with the initial feeling. She then let out an excited moan, which turned him on all the more.   "tell me baby...what do you want your daddy to do to you?" He then whispered in her ear, turning off the water. What she said next took him completely off-guard.   "i want you to fuck me, daddy...i want you deep inside me, fucking me hard" She then kissed him passionately, and he nodded, drying off his daughter, picking her up, and carrying her into his room, never once breaking their kiss. He smirked, leaned in, and whispered in her ear,     "my baby girl is having dirty thoughts about her daddy, is she? perhaps i need to thrust those thoughts right out of your tight little body"    This thought sent chills up Beth's spine, and she moaned at the images of her stepdad punishing her for being so naughty.    "yes daddy i am having very naughty thoughts.....maybe you should thrust them hard out of me"      "hm....well well well. Looks like my innocent little angel is a naughty, naughty girl after all"   Throwing her onto the bed, not gently enough that it would seem like they were rough-housing, but not rough enough that he would actually hurt her, he climbed onto the bed after her, causing her to bite her lip, as she watched the whole scene unfold before her eyes. She then whispered softly,   "I have wanted this for a very, very long time, daddy. do your worst and leave a mark or two"     "hm...i wont be too rough...after all, you are my...precious....baby girl."    "yes daddy. you treat me like a princess, but when it comes to this special treat, i am your dirty slut"   "mm...yes. you are my dirty little slut aren't you? my good little bitch"  Holy Fuck, i cant believe he said that, she thought, as she smiled and replied by pushing her hips up to meet his own.   "mmm daddy....."    He then slowly pressed his cock into her dripping pussy, moaning in amazement at how tight she is. This, of course, resulted in her moaning and digging her nails into his back as she arched upward from the intense feelings of ecstasy that ripped through her body.   "Oh my god, Daddy...you're so big....!"     "and you, my sexy little slut, are so fucking incredibly tight"  As he began to thrust hard in and out of her, pumping fast, Beth lightly giggled at the way he made reference to how tight she is. She then immediately began moaning and clawing at the bed sheets. This caused him ti thrust faster and harder in her, and she dug her nails into his back, shoving her hips up off the bed to meet his every thrust.      "yes baby...mm...just like that...god"      "mmm fuck daddy god yes"   "do you like this, slut? do you like being dominated by your daddy, like a good little girl?"   Beth moaned and whimpered loudly.   "yes daddy.....ugh.....keep going....cum with me daddy, i want to feel it......mmmm god......."     "mmm...god...im soo close....i can feel it building up...oh fuck you are so tight"     He moaned, getting closer and closer. "   "mmm.....unnnnnn....daddy, please cum in me soon....i dont think i can hold out much longer.......fuuckk"     He then exploded deep into her pussy, hard, right as she cried out at the same time, cumming all over his thick cock,     "fuuuuck.......yes daddy.......GOD, im CUMMING!!!! AHHHH!"     "mmm.......shiit...fuuck"     Beth moaned and panted, as she feels hims shooting round after round of hot, thick cum up inbetween her legs, and she sighed happily. He let out a loud cry as he felt himslef cum deep inside her pussy, then lay back, next to her, breathing deeply.    "mmm...baby.....that was amazing"      Beth smiled as she lay there, panting weakly, their combined juices mixing inside her and trailing down her legs.   "mmm, yes daddy. why dont we do it every time we are alone?"      "we can do this everytime you want to"   Lone Winter's Night  She stood at the door, looking over at the freshly falling snow. The moon was bright enough you could see the tree animals eyes glowing. It had been months since she saw any one. Her "kidnapper" kept her in this secluded cabin in the mountains. He would come once a day, to "sleep" with her. She wanted to run each time, but the chain around her ankle remind her that she was unable to run.     She stood at the door, waiting for her chance to run. She worked enough, while he was gone, to make a device that would allow her to pick the lock. She kept enough food hidden, that she could survive a few nights in the cold, snowy grounds. And with each night, the snow would fall covering her tracks.     The highway wasn't far from the cabin. She could make it to the highway with in one day's travel, but she would have to wait till he left to be able to run. He wouldn't be back till the next day, which gave her plenty of time to disappear. He would come long enough to "mate" with her than leave.     Standing in the door way, she could hear a set of foot prints in the distance. "It had to be him. It had to be" she thought to her self as she closed the door, racing to the bedroom. She hid her tool, to help her escape under a loose floor board. She sat on the bed, looking at the door. Her heart raced. She wanted to be free, but she wanted to be safe. The foot steps got closer, she could hear the porch creeking. Breathing softly she laid against the bed, closing her eyes.     "Aleera..." the voice said as the door opened. It was a voice she hadn't heard in a long time. She sprang up from the bed,opening her eyes. "Vlad..." she whispered as she looked at him. Tears streaming down her face. She leaped of the bed running, well more like walking towards him, as quickly as she could. She leaped in his arms, as he held her close. Kissing her neck softly, before pressing his lips against hers. She smiled softly as he shut the door behind him.     "Vlad, i thought...I thought..." she tried to make the words come up, but they were stuck in her throat. He kissed her softly as she placed her down. He bent down looking at the metal silver cuff around her right ankle. She looked down at him. "It silver love. I try not to think about it, the pain is to much." Vlad bent down kissing her chard skin as he broke it off, crumbling it in his hands.     For the first time in months, she was able to move her ankle freely. She smiled at him, as he stood, pressing himself against her. He kissed her tenderly and deeply. He forced her to walk back as he laid her down on the bed. Moving a small strand of hair from her face, he smiled at her softly. He kissed her ever so gently as he rubbed his thumb against her cheek. He pulled from there kiss, he looked deeply into her eyes. He moved his hand, not making so much as a blinking motion, pulling at her long nightgown, she wore.    Moving his hands down her side, he traced the line of her nightgown, to discover, she wore nothing underneith. Aleera biting her lip softly, she looked at him. "He made sure I could wear panties. He said it took to long, to push aside for him to feed." Vlad looked at her as he, finally broke his gaze upon her looking at her inner thigh. She wasn't his sex slave, like he had though, but he was feeding off of her. Vlad fell to the side of her looking at her. "He...was feeding off of you." he whispered holding her close to him.     She laid her head on his chest. "Yes, because he said, my blood was like liquid gold to him, to keep him young." Vlad pulling her so close to him, that he was back on top of her, pressing hard against her. "My sweet girl, being used like that." he smiled as he pressed hard against her. He stood for a moment. She could see, the pain in his eyes. He ran his hand down her side, as he grabbed a hold of her shirt. Pulling hard, he heard it rip, as it feel tot he floor, in pieces. His dark side was showing.     Moving his hand down softly, he kissed her against before raising both hand above her head. "CLICK....CLICK..." she heard. Her wrist felt the coldness of the cuffs against her skin. He slowly released his hand from his as he managed to take off his shirt and pants, wearing nothing under. He smiled at her softly as he mounted her. Forcing her legs open, his massive cock, 7 inches, played softly with her entrance. Moving her hip, Aleera closed her eyes. She pulled against her restrains as he pushed hard, his cock, entering her nicely, wet pussy. He whispered softly, as he moved is hips back and forth, deeper and harder inside of her. "Mmmm...your pussy is more wonderful to me, than your blood is."     She took deep breaths as she felt his cock, deep inside her pussy, pounding against her G-spot, making her body shake. She looked up at him, her eyes fixed on his. He moved faster, harder as he pulled his cock, in and out. Her juices flowing from her. He kissed her lips softly as she reached her moment. Cumming so hard, squirting against him, she moaned loudly, "Ahh...fuck....oh fuck.." she managed to moan out.     He looked down at her, kissing her softly. Pushing deeper inside of her, his cum, shooting deep inside of her. She screamed loudly as she felt it. He pulled out of her as he bent down, his fangs sinking deep into her thigh. She made a screaming noise. He lifted up his head, blood dripping from his mouth. He smiled at her as he unhooked her restraints. "mmm...i guess i need to be more inviting the next time i come." he whispered as he got his clothing on, looking at her. He placed the sliver around her leg. "Mmm...next time, i may make you vampire, but for now...human is what I leave you." he kissed her fore head, turning he walked to the door. "I shall see you tomorrow night." he whispered softly, leaving the door wide open, her sit sitting on the bed, in shock at what just happened.  Show and Tell      The morning was cool and crisp as I began my usual hike out into the woods. Although itwas late October, the sun was just beginning to warm the chilly mountain side. I had been looking forward to the solitude of the mountains all week and relished the thought of two days away from the office.        I adjusted my backpack, picked up my walking stick and set off at an easy gait. Being the youngest member of a well-known law firm was an honor to be sure, but it also meant that the usual and mundane cases were thrown my way, and it was for that very reason that i chose to go hiking this weekend, as it would take my mind off the sometimes boring weekly grind. Boy was i about to find out just how true that last statement was.   While the mountains i chose to climb are no Pikes Peak, they can quickly tire you out if you're not in climbing shape, and as such, after about one hour I was ready to take a break, pulling off the trail to look for a good spot to rest my legs. As I sat on a rock eating a banana, I heard a giggle from a thicket about thirty yards farther off the trail, it sounded like a female laugh, which was followed by another noise that sounded more like a groan.   I got up and went to investigate, and as I peered through the bushes I got the surprise of my life, two women not more than 50 feet from me were on a large red blanket naked as jaybirds!!! It was quite obvious that they weren't just sunbathing, as the blond had her mouth buried in the brunette's pussy!!! The dark haired girl was moaning and twisting her nipples as her lover ate her for all it was worth, and I got an immediate hardon just watching the two go at it.   I slipped my dick out of my pants and began a rhythmic stroking as the blond brought the brunette to a crashing orgasm. As the brunette lay in a post orgasmic heap, the blond stood up, went to her backpack and pulled out a strap-on dildo which she deftly attached around her waist and up between her legs!!! Now standing lasciviously over her partner, she began jacking the fake cock as if it were the real thing, while my own member was hard as blue steel and was ready to explode.   I slowed my cadence since I wanted to see the little brunette get it from that huge rubber dick, and after teasing her for a few minutes, the blond lowered herself between the brunette's legs and slowly began to slip that monster into her friend's steaming cunt. As each inch disappeared inside of her, the brunette moaned louder and louder, while pleading for more, until all eight thick inches were buried deep inside, the blond began to slowly pump in and out of the tight little dark haired pussy.   One thing I forgot to mention is that the brunette had one of the hairiest pussies I had ever seen, and the mere sight of this tiny girl with a huge patch of dark pussy fur getting fucked by a huge dildo attached to a buxom blond amazon was the most incredible thing I had ever seen in my life!!! The tiny brunette began to plead for her friend to fuck her harder and faster, and as she picked up speed I could tell the blond was going to cum too!!!   As I looked closer I could see why -- this was a double dildo that had the smaller end stuck right into the cunt of the blond!!! I sensed that it was probably rubbing directly on her clit as she drove it into the brown haired girl's pussy!!! As the two women drove themselves to orgasm I pumped my cock faster and faster, timing it so that we all came at the same time.   I muffled my groan as I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum from my spasming dick, and while I could have probably shouted, because when those two came they let out with earth shattering screams that you could have heard them all the way to the next county, until the blond collapsed on top of the brunette and they lay together nipple to nipple trying to catch their breath.    I quietly zipped up and moved back to the main trail, and as I started to climb, a young couple passed me and asked if there was any good scenery around here. I could only suppress a smile and nod. Daddy's Angels My stepdad was eating breakfast. I walked up behind him and put my arms around his neck and snuggled my head against him. I then let go and went around to eat my breakfast, after making sure he had a fresh cup of coffee. After a few moments he instinctively rubbed the back of his head to be sure his hair was still smooth, his eyes never leaving the paper.   Last night i had my room and gone into his, climbing into bed with my dad. He had a big queen size bed like mine, and as i lay there, quiet, I touched his feet with mine. He didn't seem to mind, at first, but he then moved his feet away. I listened to the sound of him breathing for a little bit, before returning reluctantly to my own room.   My name is Jessica Roberts, and i am nineteen. Despite the fact i go to college, i live at home with my dad. Dad and I get along good; it’s just really lonely without my mom around, who died years before, when i was about twelve. I always made sure i gave dad as many hugs and pecks as i could, and whenever dad seemed really upset, i would hold him tight. I remember once when i casually I might look for an apartment of my own and he almost died. He hid it but I could tell. Dad didn't want to be alone, but he wasn't looking to find someone else.   I wasn't trying to get him in the sack. He was already in the sack. I was trying to get in there with him. Well, no I wasn't. That wasn't it. What it was is he had no companionship, so I thought he probably took care of his personal needs himself. So - I thought if he had a mental connection with a female - it might be more satisfying to him when he did take care of it himself. Yes. That was it exactly.   I’m not gonna lie, i had personal needs too. However I wasn't ready to go down to the firehouse and shout it out yet. I didn't particularly need a mental connection, I do just fine all by myself. Sometimes I do a great job all by myself. Every now and then it gets to be a spectacular great job all by myself - when daddy isn't home, but I'm not telling about those.   I thought about telling him what I wanted to do, but I doubt it would have made a difference. He would be watching for it and out would come his sword and shield. Well, shield anyways. His sword was the problem. I had a nice smile at that one, and it surprised myself sometimes.   One day while we were walking down the street shopping, I reached over and held his hand. He let me for a long time, but later that evening he said, "Jess, I'm a little uncomfortable holding your hand. It doesn't seem right."   I said, "Yes, I know dad. That's why I'm doing it. You've told me many times I remind you of mom. I'm not trying to replace her and you're not trying to treat me like her but sometimes if we're a little closer it might remind you more of her when you need her. I thought it might help and I don't mind and kind of like it sometimes. Maybe we could miss her together in some ways."   Now, there is no way a man could possibly figure that out or possibly find a way to respond and make any sense of it at all. He would have to accept whatever it means because it absolutely means everything and nothing at all. Thus I was free to pursue any avenue I wanted to. It was pure genius, like saying, "Are you sure you don't want me to stop not doing what I'm not doing again."   The next evening I put on my thickest pjs and thickest robe, went over and sat up against one of his pillows reading while he took a shower. He came back and immediately went back into the bathroom. I think he wasn't dressed, but I didn't look. He came back in pjs and climbed in bed, at which point I said, "Night dad," and went off to my own bed.   The next night I repeated it, but with my robe hanging undone. The following night I made sure to leave the robe lying alongside me. The next night he didn't take a shower and was in bed, so I said  goodnight from the door. Then I just wore pjs watching a show late in the evening with him. He was comfortable with that. I had put on a sleep bra so he wouldn't see jiggling boobs, and then decide to go to bed early (defeating my plans).   Finally I got a break. I had finished up the kitchen early, changed and went into the den. Dad was sitting up, coughing a little. I immediately smelled sex. He could easily hear me finishing up and going to my bedroom and coming back. I reached over the back of the sofa and gave him a hug. He put his hands on mine and pressed, and was acting nervous for a while.   When he went to bed, I stood and said, "I'll be up in a few minutes dad."   He said, "Ok."   I went up to my room and grabbed something, before heading into my dad’s room. I then climbed into the bed and turned out the light on my side. I said, "Could you turn out your light please and face the other way and don't say anything. Nothing at all." He did, and I turned away from him. I slid back until our bottoms touched. I reached over and handed him a condom, and could hear his breath catch when he realized what it was.   "Jess," he said, "I can't."   "I know," I said. "You're not going to. That's for you, not me. Pay attention to what you're doing please." I reached my hands back and pulled his pj bottoms down around his knees, maybe a little lower. He let me. I could tell when he pulled them out so they would go down. I waited.   He was quiet at first, but then I felt him moving a little, and then moving differently. He kept going like that and I said, "Enjoy yourself. Don't stop." I pushed my pjs down around my knees and rubbed my bare ass against his own. He didn't stop moving. Some time went by, so i assumed he was getting into a groove with the situation and starting to let it work.   After a while, he got active and I tried not to do anything more, but he had an orgasm nonetheless, and from the sounds of it, a long one too. After he settled down, I felt him take off the condom and calm down more. He reached over and held my hand and later, after he fell asleep, I went to my bedroom. I didn't look at his body, tempting as it was. There would be time for that later.   I let things go for about a week, so he could think about it. We did hold hands more when out, and I wore a sleep bra sometimes so he would feel something was different.   The following Monday night I got a condom and went over again. Same setup: gave him the condom, pulled down our pajamas. He rustled around a little and then his hand came back over me and he handed me something - it was a little silver vibrator. I turned it on and was pleasantly surprised.   He got started and I lifted a leg. I then planted my foot and turned the vibrator on. I immediately went right to my clit, and had two orgasms to his one. He settled down, turned over and wrapped my arms around his waist. His pj bottoms were still down as were mine, but at that point i could care less. I got his ass right into my saddle and fucking loved it. About ten minutes went by before I headed to my own bed, my bottoms in my hand.   The next day was normal. We didn't mention it but he smiled more and was more interactive and lively. I don't think I've seen him like that in a long time. Whatever he needed he was getting. I was thinking of ways to expand it without alarming him.   I kept the vibrator and we enjoyed each other four more times like that before i shyly asked if he might like to get the type of condoms he preferred, when he smiled and said, 'sure, thank you.'   He was still distance most of the time, and i think it was due in part to the fact that he wanted to be more personable with me, but didn't know how. I was looking for ways to be more intimate - not necessarily lovers, just intimate. Frankly, I wanted to play with his cock - which would be my very first - for a while. I thought maybe he could play with me and I could play with him. His orgasms would be better and mine too. It wasn't rocket science.   I didn't make a habit of going over to his bedroom in the evenings, just every now and then. As much as I thought he could tolerate. The next time I went over I snuggled up to him and said, "Dad. Thanks for letting me come over every so often. Sex is very exciting for me right now and I really don't want to go out looking for my first guy.   "I'm also trying to fill a need for you. There's a lot of ways we can be more intimate without being more intimate. I'm willing to try a few mind boggling things if you can teach me."   We stayed that way a few moments before he took his bottoms off and i did the same. He moved around a little, reaching over and taking my hand. He then pulled it over and wrapped it around his dick. I raised my head off the pillow, mouth fully open and eyes about to pop out of my head. I couldn't believe that I had a dick. In my hand. It felt plastic, which meant he had his condom on.   It was so….alive. The damn thing moved in my hand. I played with it and finally found out where all the parts were. He thrust up through my hand. I could hardly keep from throwing a leg over his hip. My other hand was useless but I didn't want it to separate my clit from his ass so I left my clit alone.   After a while he put his hand over mine, which was still over his dick. My hand was around a dick, a real one - not a toy...i couldn't believe it. He started to move my hand up and down. I realized that he was teaching me how to jack him off - not the porn kind, the real kind. He then took his hand and my hand off, only to reverse them. This time his hand was on the bottom, and i followed his movements with my own hand over his. His movements altered between faster and slower, before he let go and i took over once more.   He started thrusting again, slowly. It didn't make any difference at all to me that he wore a condom because everything was perfect. It wasn't long before  i felt him slide his arm over his hip, where his hand made its way down between my thighs. He didn't stop at my clit but felt me up all the way down. I lifted my knee and draped it against his hip and adjusted so his hand felt comfortable, and not squeezed.   He dipped his fingers in between my lips a few times, which caused my clit to immediately get wet. He then settled on it and started fingering my nub. He was thrusting into my hand, as I was thrusting into his. It was probably fifteen or twenty minutes, when I heard a couple of low groans and could feel his hips growing more active. At the same time he got more active on my clit.   I was starting to get bent out of shape, but i stubbornly held on and did my job on his dick. I started rubbing faster as he got faster, and then he jammed his dick hard up through my hand, pulling it back and pushing it through again. I kept jacking all this time as he was pushing his sperm out.   Dad never stopped working my clit and with his orgasm, it was only a minute or two before I had a very nice orgasm of my own. I got out a couple of pretty good moans and fucked into his hand as hard as I could. That was one of the best fucking orgasms I've ever had, considering it was my first (and trust me, more was sure to follow).   We both got our breath back a little and I felt his hand on mine. We breathed some more and I moved back a little and pulled him over on his back. By his dick of all things. I just tugged it a little. It was a little softer but not by much.   He said, "Squeeze with two fingers down near the bottom and pull up. It'll squeeze all the cum out. Do that a few times." I did.   He said, "Work it off and hold it upside down and tie a knot in the end.”   I finally felt his fleshy dick. The shaft part. I went slow and worked from the bottom of the condom. What fun. I wondered why he said cum instead of sperm or semen. Must be a married thing.   He took the condom and did something with it. We lay there with me against him and he let me play with his dick for the longest time. I used my fingertips and was very soft and delicate with it. It was sticky on top, from all his cum. I wish I could have seen it, but it was just too dark. I almost bent over and put my tongue and lips on the soft flesh, but I didn't really know how to do that so I didn't. It wasn't long before he was very hard again.   I said, "I'm soaking up a lot of sex. It feels really satisfying. If you're not too tired would you like to spend a few minutes doing something a little different?"   "I can try," he said.   I turned over on my back. I said, "Let's reverse. You do what I was doing. Have fun."   No delay, he turned on his side and put a hand down between my legs. I opened up and lay my knee over on his thigh. He played with my clit and vagina for the longest time. He was actually enjoying himself. He rubbed my inner thighs on both legs and my stomach and through my pubic hair. I was shaven below my patch.   He kissed my cheek and lightly kissed my lips. I had my hand nearest him on his dick. I squeezed it a little every time he did something I liked. I spent almost the whole time squeezing it. About half an hour or a little more and I went to bed.   It was a sensual breakthrough, and i finally felt like i was getting to where i wanted to be with him. What's more is i think he had a good time. I thought he might go the whole nine yards, well, the whole eight inches, but it would take some time. He was slim and his dick seemed larger than life. I was slim too. We didn't eat all that much, just a little of good stuff.   He was quiet the next day until late afternoon. Not that it was unusual, as he was an architect and worked from home. He was always quiet, thinking. He had a big office with lots of equipment. We ate at home and had a good time.   If we got this far, there was a lot we could do. Probably everything there is to do except his dick head inside my vagina. That's ok. There was fantastic erotic sex going on in that bed. I skipped going over the next couple of evenings. Give him time to think.   ***   About a week later, he and i were sitting on our patio when i turned to him and, said, "Ok dad. House rules. I am thoroughly enjoying myself. I love the interplay. I'm comfortable with everything. Of all we can do and you can teach me let's set a house rule.   "Anything you want to do and anything I want to do, as long as we agree, except no penis in a vagina. We might be able to tease each other until we can't stand it but no penetration past, say, half an inch or an inch. I would think that could be called a tease. What do you think?"   Dad put down his book and sat thinking. It must not have been easy for him. He said, "That would be fun wouldn't it? I don't know about the half an inch or an inch. Just playing around, as it's almost impossible not to have the whole head of a penis enveloped inside a vagina. It's unnatural. I don't want to promise something that's against instinct that powerful. I probably wouldn't realize I went that far."   "You mean past the bottom ridge," I said. "I can understand how that would cause a certain satisfaction. I think we both can consider that teasing. Not all the way in at all, with you it would be far from it. We can more carefully define it at the time. Until then how about the rest of it?"   "Works for me," he said. "Jess, the orgasms I've had lately have been wonderful, almost a dream. I very much appreciate it. Thank you very much and please don't let me cause a problem between us."   "Ok dad," I said. "Same here. I love being turned on and you know how to do that very well."   ***   I have a friend at work. We eat lunch together and talk about everything. She lives about five miles away. Sometimes she stops and picks me up for work. She tells me about her dad and I tell her about mine, not everything, but most. Her name is Jennifer. She's the same age as me, 19. Both of us complain about our sex lives.   She's known my dad about a year. She calls him by his name, Gene. One day she asked me to go apartment hunting with her. She needed an apartment for several weeks. Her mom and dad were going to enlarge the back of the house and her bedroom would be out of commission. She's spent the night in our spare bedroom a few times when we were going somewhere early. I offered and she thought about it.   That evening I explained everything and he said sure, it was fine. Just to be sure I said, "Dad, remember this is Jenni and this is for weeks. She dresses proper in the daytime but at home or in the evening she dresses like, well, she doesn't dress."   He said, "You mean Jenni that doesn't wear a bra and wears a thin see-through top and pants that doesn't cover anything. You mean Jenni that likes to sit with one leg hanging over the arm and you can see right up her thighs. You mean Jenni that knows how to show everything from below her breasts down to the tip of Florida. That Jenni. The Jenni that knows how to get every inch of her body against you when she says goodnight."   "Yes, that Jenni," I giggled. "She's a virgin like me and she's on the pill like me and she doesn't know a lot about sex like me and she's trying to learn like me. She's so horny she could wet her pants in a sandstorm. Are you sure you want her here for two or three weeks?"   "It's ok Jess. We'll get through it."   "Well," I said. "If you two play around with each other it's ok with me. It would be a very private thing with her. No one will ever know. It would do you good and I know she would like it. If you don't mind I'd like to watch. She might be more comfortable with me there." Dad smiled and read his book. I know he thought I was crazy but he was thinking about it.   ***   The next evening I was feeling randy and said, "Would you like to be personal this evening?"   He looked up from whatever he was doing and said, "Yes, sure, ok. Thanks." Really nice smile. I think he may be randy too.   I put on a loose top, one that came down about to my high thighs. No pants. Dad was listening to light music and the lights were about medium low. The sheet was down and he had on briefs and no top. Sexy man alert. I climbed on and settled on the pillow next to him and turned on my side, facing. He turned facing and gave me a really nice kiss. My top was still down below what I called my secret place.   I think setting limits was a big thing for dad. Now he had a wide range to work in and wasn't conflicted morally or sexually. He could let go and do some of the things he hasn't done for some time. Hopefully he would teach me some of them. He ran a finger around my nipples, making them poke out my top. I put a hand over on his hip, on the side of his briefs and let my fingers fiddle around.   Our toes were entertaining themselves. He put a hand over on my hip and slid it over on my bun and lightly pushed my top down in the crack. I was catching my breath sooner than normal. He was seducing me and I liked it very much. I pulled my hand slowly off his hip and let it slide down on his dick in his briefs and fingered it here and there.   He said, "How would you like to give me a very good orgasm, without a condom?"   I guess I really was a little randy. My vagina was active all by itself and I was squeezing his fingers in my butt crack. I leaned over and got his nipple in my lips and squeezed and let it pop out. I said, "That sounds like fun. Show me how."   He pulled his fingers out of my butt crack and pulled my top up and off. Then he slid his briefs off. He was well up. He was about eight inches. The head was shiny and his foreskin was still up, not all the way to the top. His pee dimple was prominent, a play place for a tongue.   I got a hand down around his balls and played there until he pulled me over straddling his legs. My pussy was open and his dick was right there and I sure felt like being shafted. It was a good thing I peed all I could before I came over. He swiveled his hips up and down like he was fucking. I had a hand on his dick and it slid right up through my hand so smoothly. I got my other hand on and almost had it wrapped above his balls while he was thrusting. He had his hands on my thighs, thumbs on either side of my hood and I got into the act and started thrusting up through his thumbs. We kept that up for the longest time. I was biting a lip and keeping my eyes closed and thrusting my hips.   It was very tempting to pop up on his dick. He got his hands on the outside of my thighs and pulled me and I edged up and he got me down on his dick. Right on it. Right down my vagina and clit. Fully on. He said, "Pump up and back. Keep moving around until you're very comfortable. When you're forward the head should just be covered or so. Whatever feels right."   I was crazy wet by then. No doubt I was running down on his dick. I pushed forward and felt him rubbing my clit. His head plopped down past my clit and I reversed when it was somewhere in my pussy space and it pushed into my clit and I jumped it was so sensitive.   I moved backwards a little bit and went again. A little better but it still plowed into my clit. I went again and lifted but too late and it plowed again. I was so nervous I couldn't get it right. I went again and lifted a little earlier and it worked. I only lifted about a quarter of an inch, hardly much at all but it made a huge difference.   I opened my eyes and looked at dad and he had the most marvelous smile, mouth open. He was having such a great time. He said, "When I orgasm I'll let you know. You can watch it. You'll have to keep the head clear and don't stop whatever you do. If you have one enjoy it. I'll feel it.   He reached up and played with my nipples. They were really hard. I couldn't believe how sexual this was. All the bare skin. I forgot myself and went forward a little too far and his head almost got to my perineum. I felt it run across my vagina and I squeezed my buns and it lifted me up a little and I settled back on his head, right at my vagina. I think dad knew it too, he closed his eyes and was quiet.   I got my breath back and got back in the groove or more precisely, him in my groove and got going again. The sex was over the top and being able to work my hips was a monstrous plus. Thrusting up a seriously nice dick was almost more than I could absorb. Dad had his hands on my thighs and played with my nipples and breasts when he could let loose of my thighs.   It had been about twenty minutes and he was starting to thrust but not far. I picked up speed and he was freezing his face. He was getting a level of sex he had been missing for a long time I think. Still, I thought he was holding back from what he could do. I knew he needed a fuck. A good long fuck. An erotic let everything go fuck. He needed Jenni.   He grunted and jerked, his breath shallow and ragged. Just as I slid back and his dick was up at an angle, he shot a long stream of sperm right up on his chest. It was the most amazing thing, and then he did it again. I kept going, maybe a little faster. He was thrusting but not too much. He shot another stream but it only got to his belly button. I leaned forward then, and finally got into his rhythm and he shot yet again.   I kept going and he kept thrusting, even after the sperm stopped. Well, mostly stopped. I tried not to cover the head. If it was like my clit it's super sensitive after an orgasm. He calmed down and I slowed down and when he started to relax I softly slipped off and lay down beside him. He put an arm around me and we lay there together. I could not believe how much I was learning about sex.   We giggled talking about his orgasm and how he got it. He messed with my nipples. I liked that. After a while, i giggled and said, "My time."   There was a lot of room all around us on that big bed. I swiveled around with my feet towards my pillow and my head about at his dick. With my head and tits all over his stomach and hips he had his head up watching. His dick was still down.   I wrapped his balls and picked up his shaft and held it while I ran my tongue around it. It was fairly dry and no scent so he resurrected himself. It was big even while soft. A lot to work with but my soft warm tongue and lips got it filling up again. I got my lips around the side of the shaft and moved all the way up to the head.   While I was working on the shaft, actually the head but a little on the shaft in case he was still sensitive, I slid my hand from his balls down under his butt crack and back. He squeezed his butt almost every time.   His dick was trying to stand up on its own. The head was still a little wrinkled and the foreskin was up but I could stick my tongue down in between the foreskin and the head. I rubbed him from just under his balls down into his butt crack a little and back a little hard. Jenni said that was supposed to work.   He was almost there so I put a hand over his hips and under into his butt crack so it was a nice firm presence. I was working from a description on how to do this. I dropped down on his dick and got the whole head in and pressed my lips around down under his ridge and pulled off. From his reaction the description was right on.   I had forgotten to run my tongue around the head before pulling off so I did it again and used my tongue. Wow. Go dad. His stomach dropped and his dick went 'hello'. I was going to save the sucking until I got the first parts right but from the reaction I figured why not.   I went over it again and kept my lips close around the head and shaft and pressed together down as far as was comfortable and got my tongue going. I could flatten my tongue over the head and move it all around with the tip down messing with the foreskin, in and out. Squeezing my lips I pulled off slowly and started sucking.   Dad got out some really good satisfaction sounds and I got another dick 'hello'. I didn't expect him to orgasm so soon after but I thought I could give him a lot of enjoyment so I settled down closer and got to it. Sometimes I would go down the shaft with my mouth for a change but mostly the top three things, along with the balls and rubbing.   I had my legs closed and felt fingers going through my thighs. I reacted and lifted my upper leg and planted the foot. Dad's fingers came back on my pussy front, fingers playing up and down. I couldn't see behind me. Besides, I was busy.   He stuck his hand fully down on my pussy, cupping me, and pulled slightly. I moved my hips over. He pulled again and I moved them over again. I wasn't really thinking about what he was doing, I was having a lot of fun with his dick. It was a first for me and I was proud I seemed to be doing an acceptable job.   I was steadily, but lightly, jacking and sucking. Not heavy, just fun like but it was having an effect. He swiveled just a little but didn't cause me to get out of position. I then him kiss my upper thigh. I paused on his dick for a split second and got going again, my eyes as big as saucers. It felt like he was going to do oral on me. I pressed my tongue hard into his pee dimple.   I moved my hips over closer and felt his upper body swivel over and one arm go over around my thigh on top and the other in between my legs. He kissed and ran his tongue on the inside of both thighs and sank down in on my pussy. Hot breath and an immediate tongue down in and up to my clit. I almost bit his dick off. He had my legs way open.   I couldn't believe I was getting oral. I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. He pulled at every slice of skin he could find with his mouth, all up and down. He kept doing that for the longest time. I was working his dick by memory keeping up with him between my legs. He did a big flat press and pushed everything apart left and right with the tip.   Then he started just under my clit and went all the way to the bottom and didn't stop, he stuck his tongue right down in my vagina until I felt his mouth over everything. My hips gave him a 'hello' and a good one. He wiggled his tongue and came out and plunged in again and kept at it for maybe twenty or thirty times.   Not fast but he kept his tongue wide and I could really feel it. It was so good I almost cried. I wondered if he knew what he was doing to me. How that feels to a girl. After a while he stopped and I felt his tongue running up and down my hood, softly. He put his tongue against one side way down at the bottom and pushed and dragged it way up to the top. He did this for a while, then put his mouth across the hood and sucked and dragged up to the top.   I had forgotten what I was doing. I found myself staying with his dick in my mouth. I started sucking on and off and jacking from about the middle up. He got my clit itself in his mouth and started doing the same thing I was. I hadn't had an orgasm yet and I could feel it starting way in my butt. I figured it would be a while for dad. He just had one.   Mine started right up and I started squealing with his dick in my mouth, sucking and jacking. I started jerking my hips and scrunching my face all up. The more my orgasm got out the more I sucked and I felt him let go, in my mouth. There was a second stream before I could do anything and with my orgasm I was trapped and kept going.   I kept up with his cum and he slowed down but I kept sucking while he thrust. When he slowed down, I did too. He slowed down on my clit and I guess we mutually agreed to let each other up. I lay down and his dick was up my ear, still hard and he lay down on my thigh right next to my pussy.   I could feel him breathing hard and I was too. It was embarrassing. I didn't know if I did a good job or not. He wrapped my whole waist and held on so I guess it was a good job so I did the same. My house rules gave him the freedom to do to me what he wanted, and let me do to him what I wanted.   Just untangling and getting a shower and acting normal was a chore. That was an enormous event for us both considering. After we got dressed and got a sandwich I gave him a hug and kiss and thanked him very much.   ***   Jenni came over after work on Friday. She had a blouse that flowed out and up from her neck, covering her all the way to her wrists. It was slightly wavy around her breasts so they were more hidden. Her skirt was all the way down to her ankles and loose and her shoes were almost school teacher type of old but she didn't look bulky.   Her hair covered her ears and the sides of her face and she had on oversize glasses. She moved so smooth none of her clothes moved around. Her voice was soft and she smiled a lot. She was easy to get along with and so personable. It was hard to believe what was under those clothes. She was actually quite shy.   We talked about dad. She asked how she should act and I said just act normal. If there was a problem I would let her know in private and we would all adjust to each other. She said, 'Ok, great.'. We got her unpacked and settled in and we went out to dinner.   Saturday Jenni and I flitted around town shopping and nibbling then back home and more settling in. We all three shared a really big nice bathroom. Dad was taking a shower, and Jenni popped right in, said hi and peed while they talked, then left. She had been only wearing her panties at the time.   My plan was to get dad to do the house rules on me, just the head, then Jenni and hopefully me all in. I may have to wait until he gets enough of Jenni before all in on me but it would be worth the wait. Besides, she's only going to be here two or three weeks maybe. Plenty of time. I didn't know how he would do the house rules on me with Jenni watching but no choice for the present.   When evening came, Jenni not only didn't care who saw what she had but she put it out there so you could see it. She liked to be looked at and would angle her body this way and that, casually, so you could see as much as you wanted. Her tops were very flimsy and clingy and her pants or panties or whatever they were always showed not only a camel-toe but great images of her hood and little tuff.   If she opened her legs, which she did, the view up inside her thighs were to die for. It was really difficult not to run fingers up inside and play. She didn't sit way across the room so you had to strain to see, she would sit right beside you with hips and side against yours, or just across in another chair so you were close.   She also would reach a hand up under her top, which was short so you could see a lot of bare tummy and hips, and play with her nipples a little. Sometimes her fingers would run right down her hood just for effect. I always loved it when she slid down to the edge of the sofa and brought her knees up and out with her feet planted on the edge on either side.   That stretched her pants or panties or whatever they were tight, up and down, and mostly made them crease right down in all the way under to her butt. All of her evening wear were thrilling see-through and her parts moved around while you were watching. She wanted you to look and watch and we always looked and watched.   She wasn't a fanatic about it. I think it was her time of the day when she enjoyed herself and she was also thrilled if everybody else dressed somewhat the same. Jenni was not shy at home in the evenings. She was comfortable showing her sex and wanted you to enjoy it.   I was in the tv lounge. It's a reasonably big room with three sofas and a number of lounge chairs. Not a theatre type of room just a tv room but comfortable. Jenni came in. Wow. She didn't have on a thong but what there was showed most of her buns. They didn't melt into her butt crack but spanned the gap without dropping in when she moved around. One side of the front was inside her folds and looked askew.   She stuck a hand inside and across and pulled them out and said, "They keep doing that. Do you think I should go and change? I don't want to make Gene uncomfortable."   “Oh, he loves ridges," I said. "Turns him on. He likes to get turned on. Watch his pjs and I bet he comes right up. If you sit next to him put your hand on his thigh, way up high, and see if you can see how hard it is."   "Ok," she said. "Jess, I was wondering if sometimes when you went over to say goodnight I might could go with you. I think it would be neat being in bed together. Dad won't do that yet. I think mom wants him to but he won't yet. Mom was playing in his pants one evening and she slipped my hand in and took hers out and I got to play with him for a long time. He knew it because mom went to bed before I stopped."   "Jenni, you're welcome to go over with me any time I do," I said. "I think he would love to snuggle up and let you do that to him. He really likes it and it gets him so hard." Jenni was smiling and spacing out.   I knew Jenni was playing with some nice vibrators and full sex wouldn't be a problem and was probably a foregone conclusion. With all the men around it was surprising someone hadn't gotten her yet. I had no doubt one of the reasons she took my offer to move in was to get dad. Works for me. I would help as much as I could.   Dad came in and sat down on the sofa like normal. He had on a t-shirt and thin short stretchable shorts. We all sat around and talked about whatever came up except dads' dick. Jenni’'s body parts moved with almost every word she spoke.   She lifted both legs up showing her wares then put them down again two minutes later. Her pants or panties or whatever they were would stretch out down her hood and ridges and press in like there was a vacuum pump pulling all the air out. It was fascinating to watch and I was starting to get twitchy.   Twice one side sank down in all the way from top to bottom and she absent mindedly stuck her fingers in on one side and across and pulled them up and leveled them out again. Dad could have orgasms watching her keep her pants or panties or whatever they were out of her pussy.   About an hour or so later dad said, "I'm going relax and read. You girls have fun." He kissed us goodnight.   I said, "Oh, dad. If you're going to be up for a while can we come over later?"   He paused ever so slightly and said, "Sure, that would be fun. "   Jenni was biting her bottom lip with moon eyes. It was probably the best thing that has happened to her this year. I knew Jenni and I knew she was nervous. When what she wanted got to her she was going to have to women herself through it. I thought I could keep her calm and ease her into it. Knowing how much she would enjoy sex helped a lot.   ***   We waited as much as we could. Jenni and I headed to the bathroom. She went first. She wanted to wait for me. Dad was wearing his short thin bed pants, and was lying down on his pillow reading, knees up and legs open some. When we came in he slid the leg nearest us down and patted the bed.   I egged Jenni on first. No resistance, siddled right up beside dad maybe a foot away. Tits weren't a foot away. There were different size pillows ranging from side to side. Dad put his book down and turned on his side facing Jenni. The lights were just perfect.   I got up behind Jenni and spooned her lightly and rose up on my elbow so I could see over. I winked at dad. He caught my eye, smiling. I stuck my tongue out at him a few times. He saw me but didn't react.   Jenni said, "This is so much fun. I've been trying to get in bed with my daddy but he won't yet. Mom wants him to but he won't. Jess is so lucky she has you for a dad. She said for me to just be myself so I'm going to try. Ever since Jess said to move in I've been thinking about kissing you. If want to that is.”   "I love kissing," dad said. "Why don't we have three or four or five so we can get comfortable kissing. Sometimes it takes that long." He put his arms over and under her waist. Jenni paused a little so I snuggled up closer and she got her arms around dad and they got a silent but passionate kiss going. The more they kissed the closer they got until she was pressed fully down to his toes.   I saw dad's lips open and she lost definition in her body and melted into every pore he had. I felt her upper leg come up a little, probably to give his dick some room. It surely had to be on the move. He slid his hand down to her butt, about half way down. Not on but in her pants or panties or whatever they were on her butt crack.   They broke and took a couple of deep breaths and got cheek to cheek. No way were they going to part between kisses and body presses. This was going quicker than I thought. I didn't think there was any way I could get a house rules from dad before Jenni. I eyed dad and mouthed, 'Do you want to fuck?', and pointed at Jenni.   He closed his eyes a moment then opened them and nodded 'yes' several times. I think that was on his mind from the time he knew Jenni might move in for several weeks. I gave him a face of really bright smiles and nodded 'yes' back. He got back in her lips and back around her waist and they went again. I could feel Jenni’s buns moving in and out.   I slipped my hand down and rubbed her buns, slowly getting fingers down in her butt crack. Maybe ten or fifteen seconds and I got in her pants or panties or whatever they were and slid right down to her pussy and started playing around. I did it in such a way she could feel my arm and knew it was me.   Pulling my hand back out I moved it up and took off her top. Dad switched between really nice passionate kisses and sucking on her nipples. Jenni was cooing and pushing into his dick. I got off the bed and went around to the other side and got back on. I winked at Jenni and she smiled and gave a big wink back, then I took dad's shorts off.   His dick popped out and Jenni pressed in again. I got back on the other side and up against Jenni. I was missing out so I took all my stuff off and worked Jenni’s pants or panties or whatever they were down her hips and off. She had a hand around dad's dick by that time. I got my hand back under to her pussy and got a finger going, then two.   She lifted a leg up on his hip to get closer and still holding his dick pushed it in wherever she could. She almost got my hand but I got it back up to her butt button and started pressing in a fuck rhythm, not going in. Jenni was moaning and starting to space out so I backed off and got dad's eye.   I put a hand on Jenni's hip and pulled slowly and dad followed her over on her back and lifted up and over her leg. She felt him settle with his dick down her valley and she moaned loudly. She was really nervous now. Looking forward to getting fucked the first time was easy. Actual event was not easy a lot of the time.   When I had a hand on her pussy she was really running wet, some dribbling out. She was squeezing my fingers a lot too. I lay down beside them, facing and ran my fingers through Jenni's hair. She smiled and I smiled back. I said, "I think Gene's ready for you. Do you really want to?" She nodded 'yes'. Dad heard us. She was highly turned on and she wanted dad really bad.   Dad moved down her body until his mouth was at her nipples and slowly got his lips and tongue going on one then the other. He occasionally reached his head up and kissed her and asked if she was having fun and are you ok. Her knees were up and out, feet down. Dad moved up a little and kissed her around her neck and above her tits.   He looked right in her eyes and moved his hips down lightly and her mouth came open and she grabbed dad around his neck and held on. He undulated a couple of times and his butt squeezed and dropped slightly. Jenni got into a really hot kiss right about then and held on to his neck. He came back and dropped down again, not that far.   Jenni broke her kiss and said, "That feels so good. It's so like I wanted it. Don't ever stop." She looked at me and said, "You have to do this. You have to." Dad was going down again, further. I could hear his dick and her pussy squishing. Jenni was actually fucking.   I had to be a part of it. I had to do something. I eased down and ran my hand down dad’s back so he knew it was me. I got to his butt crack and spread my hand out over it and pushed lightly every time he dropped down and in. Once when he came back up I let a finger drop down in to his butt button and kept it there and pushed letting his buns trap my finger when he squeezed going down and in.   They were both active. Jenni was really feeling his dick. She was moving her legs around and her whole butt and learning how to work against dad's dick while it was going in. Their arms were active and her tits and nipples were all over his chest. His hands were running around her shoulders and neck and face and hair and he was liberal with little kisses everywhere.   I didn't think he was anywhere near an orgasm but he reached down and grabbed onto each bun and pulled when he went in, spreading them too. I think he was all the way in. I could hear a smack every few thrusts. He moved up her body some and his butt came back and up more to clear her vagina entrance. When he went in it seemed more comfortable. He stayed that way.   Jenni was cruising now, fucking was agreeable with her. Dad had a big dick and she was very comfortable getting it. He wasn't going that fast and they fucked for almost half an hour. Dad went in slow a couple of times and pulled out. Jenni looked at him and he smiled and got her turned over with her knees down and butt up. He was at her rear and in without looking.   Jenni started pushing backwards when he started forward and they popped crotches with a most marvelous sound. The sound of sex. My crotch got wet and I was running like Jenni had been moments before. I wanted a dick of my own. I got a hand under Jenni and started pulling her hood up and back. Her breasts were touching the bed just below the pillow and I almost got one but didn't. Beautiful sight.   Another fifteen minutes and he pulled out again and turned her over. This time he got down between us and lifted her leg and went in up under her thigh. A little adjustment and he was full thrusting right in. I went around to the other side of the bed and got her clit again.   I got it going and this time I got a finger under her bun on her butt button and pushed in about a quarter of an inch and worked it with her clit. It was already wet. She and dad together with all that skin was something to see. The visuals of the whole thing was almost too much.   Jenni popped almost out of her skin and blurted out something and jerked her hips again and again. Dad never stopped fucking. Jenni finally put her head back, mouth open and took good deep breaths. Dad never stopped fucking. I let go of her clit and bottom. Dad started going faster and he had his eyes closed. He was putting his dick in as far as he could.   He was moving his arms from one place to another holding on to her waist, hips, middle, anywhere he could get to. He got out a grunt I hadn't heard before and pushed hard and jerked back and pushed hard again. His breathing was almost grunts in themselves. I was watching his hips trying to keep up with his dick kicking out his sperm. He could hardly control himself.   They both stopped. Jenni was no longer a real virgin and dad got fucked. I didn't. Yet. My vagina stopped twitching and my lube quit coming out and my breathing got ok. I let both of them lay there quietly. Serves them right. It was actually my first time seeing live nude sex. A highly sensual experience. If I hadn't been so engrossed I would have played with my clit. Probably nipples too.   Jenni was so happy and satisfied she almost cried. Dad was very pleased with their mutual performance. Nice matchup. We were sitting there about twenty minutes and I noticed dad was up about three-quarters. Jenni hadn't been playing with him.   We were all three touching body parts, talking and relaxing. Dad put his hand over on my thigh with his fingers over on the inside. His fingers were right about in my tuff. He was talking and looking at Jenni the whole time. I undulated a little and he smiled, still looking at Jenni. He was starting to get me excited. He was close so he didn't have to reach and I felt him moving down below my clit.   He reached over, his fingers on my outer lips and continued. I opened up my legs a little more and felt a finger slip in right past the entrance and swivel and play around. Oh, that felt good. I saw Jenni's eyes drop to see what dad was doing and she smiled and mostly watched dad and played with her lips with her tongue.   "Jess," Jenni said. "I think it's your turn."   It was ok with me. Jenni didn't know about the house rules, only the head to just down below the ridge. She might notice. We would have to explain that, but later, not during.   My vagina was a little jumpy by now. I wasn't expecting this. I was still turned on from watching them and I got back up quickly just from dad's finger and thinking or expecting or hoping. Dad lay down on his pillow and Jenni kind of touched me down beside him then she got behind me, where I was for her.   I was facing dad and he was half smiling. He leaned over and kissed me around on my face and neck. I felt Jenni snuggle up behind me, rubbing my butt up and down. I almost said, 'get your own routine, that's mine.'. Then her hand slid in my thighs and started on my pussy, one finger. I lifted my leg a little so she had more room.   I was trying to think of when I was supposed to put my hand around dad's dick when he melted against me and it got in my valley. Wanting that dick pushing right into my folds and getting down in and filling me up was the most erotic thing. My breathing got ragged right then and I pressed my lips together and pushed my pussy out as much as I could. Jenni pulled back to my butt crack and buns.   I was thinking about how big that head was and it going in the entrance. I started to explain it to dad but stopped myself. Him doing the whole “house rules until the whole head of his penis below the ridge is enveloped inside my vagina,” thing was going to be a huge event for me. Dad reached and got a tube under the pillow and lubed his dick and my vagina. I got more worried. He was really going to do this.   He got my nipple in his mouth and those nerve endings started to dance around my whole breast. I tilted back it felt so good and Jenni moved over to give me room. I could feel dad's leg over my thigh against my clit and hood then he wiggled and I felt him settle down from between my legs all the way up to my breasts.   His hands were under my shoulders and my tits and nipples were pressed right into his. He ran his tongue around my lips and looked right in my eyes. He said, "Would you like to be more intimate with me. I'll be very gentle."   If I said yes he was going to fuck me. Right now. I raised my knees and pushed them out, for clearance I guess, and nodded 'yes' a few times. I didn't feel him moving but a moment later his dick pushed the head down in my vagina. The entrance spread out then it collapsed then spread out again. The feeling was everything. If he would keep doing that it would be enough.   Jenni was right there. I didn't care. He spread me out and again and kept going. The entrance stayed spread out longer. No wonder Jenni was trying to get fucked. Dad said, "You ok?" I said "Yes, it's just right." We kissed and squeezed and he kept going in. I didn't try to thrust, I was soaking up all the feelings. I was beside myself at how good it was. Every entry was a whole new high.   Dad kept a slow pace and steady progress. It was a long time and I realized his balls had been playing with my butt without me noticing. If he didn't feel like he was fully enveloped in my vagina until he was all the way in then he was following my house rule. I didn't bring it up. He was fucking me slower than Jenni. It was very sensuous and I guess the lube made it very smooth.   I felt an orgasm coming long before it got me. I was pretty ramped up watching him and Jenni. I said, "Dad, let yourself go. Mine's coming." My arms were around his neck but I felt his muscles all along my body. His stomach went different and I moved my thighs against his, lightly, so I wouldn't be in the way. I wanted to feel him moving. He pushed in more forcefully and pulled out quicker.   The whole erotic level changed between us. It was like it was just him and my vagina. It was pretty raw, like I was being taken. He got faster. I think before now it was just having sex but this was real fucking.   At that rate it built up very fast and came on like a freight train. I don't know where on my body it started but it spread like lighting and froze me. Everything stopped including my breath and then everything went crazy. Dad kept me where he could control it for me. I couldn't.   Just when my muscles started to come back I heard him grunt and move differently and I knew he was giving me whatever semen he had left from Jenni. I knew about his orgasms but that was when I had him in my mouth, not my vagina. This felt different, muscle movement was different.   I don't remember a lot from that moment until the next morning. We slept in dad's bed. Jenni was up first and had coffee and stuff. Dad was up next and I finally showered and got dressed. We had a morning of sensitive hugs and kisses with each other. Dad taught us sex the whole three weeks.   One day Jenni and I decided we would do dad and we did. Wonderful time. We wore him out. We never thought of it as threesomes. It wasn't. There just happen to be two girls there. Jenni went home on a weekend day and twice during the week. She said with her mom's prompting her dad finally gave in and she had a really nice night with the both of them. She said I should go over one night. Her dad would be delighted, her mom too.   Dad is enjoying life more. Jenni still dresses almost hidden in the daytime, and still wears those pants or panties or whatever they are. All in all, this was the best year of my life.   Pizza Delivery   "Baby, when are you coming to bed?" She asked her husband who was standing in front of the mirror combing his hair. "I'm tired...." She added. "I want you over here with me..." Her voice broke a bit, having not seen him in a year. He was finally back home with her, yet refused to even touch her since he returned. She had hoped their reunion would be as heated just like their honey moon but to no avail. He had seemed....off and distant.      "Not now, I have a very important meeting. You'll have to wait"      "Wait?! How much longer must I wait?! I've been waiting for a year for you to return....you won't even make love to me anymore.....why are you treating me like I don't matter to you?"      Sighing annoyed with his wife, he slammed his hands on the dresser then turned to face her.   "I'm a busy man, I told you this when I proposed to you. And you agreed. Sorry I can't meet your every need, you'll just have to play with yourself again tonight"   She began to tear up, ripping her gaze away from him she went into the living area and sat by the fire place. Watching his wife go he would only shake his head. He didn't remember why he proposed to her in the first place, oh well. He need to leave to his.... meeting.   Leaving the room as well, he walked passed he without uttering a word except. "I'll return later...."   "You know what....fuck this..."   She growled, snatching up the home phone she punched in a few numbers and waited for the ring. "Hello?"   A rough masculine voice answered the phone.   "Umm hi....I'd like to order....a pizza...." She whispered.   "A pizza? We have...spicy Italian sausage....thick cut beef....thick sliced breading..."   Interrupting the man on the phone she exhaled hotly. "I'll take everything you have...."   Chuckling the man wrote down her order. "Alright....We'll be cumming in thirty minutes..."   "I'll be ready...." Said the lonely wife as she hung up, they already knew her address because it was not the first time sh ordered from Papas' largest.   It didn't take long for the pizza to arrive. Ringing the door bell, the man from the phone waited patiently with the box of pizza between his legs. Opening the door slowly, her face heated up seen the half open pizza box....with his penis inside. Looking behind him, there were three other men and she opened the door wide.   "Now ma'am....I hope you ready"    She had dressed herself in a bright clear pink blouse. She had on nothing else and they could see every curve of her luscious buxom body. Nodding slowly she smiled.    "I give you all full permission to please me"    She said to all of them. Nodding, they entered her home shutting the door quickly behind them. A muscular black man went first. Shoving his pants down, he revealed to her his eight inch dick and began to stroke it. It was already glistening with pre-cum. Gulping she was glad she had wide enough hips so it wouldn't hurt as bad but it's been so long since she had a good fuck.    Walking over to the women, the male grasped both her arms pulling her against him. "My names Antonio....I will be pleasing you first..."   Feeling her body tremble, he suddenly turned her around slapping fat ass as hard as he could. Gasping suddenly, she winced and he did so again on the other cheek. Moaning at the painful yet pleasant feeling he moved over to the couch and pushed her on the arm rest. Spreading her legs, her beautiful dark pussy was revealed already wet and dripping. Her eye shut tight and Antonio squeezed her cheeks spreading them apart. Biting the bottom of his lip, he eased himself into her very slowly. The tip had barely made it in before she groaned.   "Relax my dear girl..."    He whispered to her, leaning down to bite her earlobe and then shove his entire length into her cunt. Crying out in pain, her hands gripped the couch cushions and tears already leaked from her eyes. Quickly, he began grinding his hips against her. Fucking her roughly, her body bouncing forward and her cried became unheard from the sound of slapping.    Moving in front of her, another man. A white man crawled onto the couch holding her shoulders and pointe this 7 inch penis at her lips. Opening her mouth, he pushed it inside going all the way to the back of her throat.    "Mm mm.... nghh......"   She mumbled against his cock and out the corner of her eye she could see the smoking hot Mexican in the corner stroking his dick. The white man introduced himself.   "I'm Kyle....I'm going to be helping as well...and this is Joseph"    Nodding slowly, they reached pulled out her and Antonia lifted her off the ground so Joseph could come over and lay on the couch with his dick up. Her eyed widened in surprise and Antonio lowered her down again. This time, she was riding Joseph and she tossed her head back to pant. Kyle got behind her this time, pushing his wet cock into her fat ass stretching her out.   Placing he hands on the Mexican’s chest she struggled not to scream.   "Ooh....s-shit....soo good....."   She gagged when Antonio now put his long cock in her mouth this time. Having each one of her holes filled, Joseph pulled and pinched her nipples while thrusting up into her. She already felt close. Her pussy was sucking and pulling him deeper inside. Her ass burned and began to bleed at how hard he was going into her.   Her tongue trailed over the black man’s penis and she sucks him as deeply licking up his pre-cum.   Each one of their dicks began to bulge and enlarge. Knowing they were all close she began to worry for their paces increased. Fucking her till her mind was no longer in the present and she felt she would faint. Banging into her G-spot she trembled violently and pulled off of Antonio’s dick but he only pulled her back on.    Trying to get away from them they held her in place, she didn't want to be pregnant for she was not on birth control anymore. Struggling with the three men, she suddenly exploded on Joseph’s thick penis. The force was so strong she popped herself off but he was not done with her. Holding her legs still, she thrusted up once more and shot his seed into her fertilizing her eggs.   The other two men smirked and also came inside of her ass and mouth. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head, they all pulled out of her and left her limp on the couch covered in white semen. Close to Home   Jessica parked outside Amanda’s house. Amanda was an old friend that she recently got back in contact with, who was usually pretty shy and quiet around others. When Jess discovered Mandy  had her twenty first birthday without getting into bed with anyone, she decided to help change that. She had told Mandy that the two would simply practice together, and that Jess would give the younger girl some tips and pointers. But it was more than that really.   Jess rather liked getting into bed with other girls. Especially young, cute innocent ones like Mandy, who was a pretty little thing with long silky brown hair and bright blue eyes. She had almost drowned in those eyes the other night when they had a drink together. What’s more, Jess caught Mandy eyeing her up as well. When she mentioned it, Mandy simply blushed and went all shy. No surprise there though, since Jess always managed to turn heads wherever she went due to her striking red hair and slender body.   Jess had suggested coming round earlier that morning. In her text she asked if Mandy wanted some practice in the bedroom, and to both her surprise and delight, was greeted with enthusiasm. Mandy sounded eager, if a little nervous. Jess put the car in park and got out, starting the walkup the driveway towards Mandy’s house, all the while forming a game plan in her head. She knew she would have to take it slow to start with. While it is true that Mandy certainly had no shortage of guys she could turn to for help, she had always been too nervous. It had been this way ever since when they went to school together. In fact, Jess could remember trying to hook Mandy up with some boys, and even tried getting her with a girl, but both attempts were to no avail. The thought made her pause and chuckle softly to herself before continuing up the steps to the door.   Almost immediately, Mandy opened the door - proof that she must have been waiting impatiently. Upon seeing the older girl, the two embraced in a hug, then stepped away.   "You want to begin right away?" Jess gently asked, following Mandy in and closing the door behind them.   "Umm, okay. Mandy replied, uncertainty.   "Come on, let's sit down." Jess grabbed Mandy’s hand and pulled her to the sofa, where the two sat down next to each other, and Mandy shuffled away slightly, but this just caused Jess to move closer so they're touching. Jess took one of Mandy's hands in her own and kisses it softly.   "So how would you like to begin?"   Mandy’s only response was a blank, puzzled stare.   "What about a kiss? Go on, you've kissed someone before haven't you?" Jess asked.   Mandy shook her head in answer.   "Really? Well, I'll have to show you how it's done then, won't I?"   Jess leaned in, but this caused Mandy to back away again.   "It's okay sweetie, I won't bite. Unless you want me too of course. Later perhaps?"   Jess tried again, and this time Mandy allowed her. Jess immediately gave Mandy a gentle kiss on her lips, barely touching to start with, then another and another.   It took all of Jess’s self-control not to lunge at Mandy and fuck her brains out hard - Mandy’s warm, wet lips and sweet scent already starting to arouse her - but Jess knew that she had to start out slowly, in order to work up to the rest and make sure that Mandy is comfortable. Jess then pulled away, and Mandy felt as though something went wrong. However, Jess chuckled softly.   "You have to kiss me back as well. Don't worry, you can't really go wrong. Just copy what I do."   Jess tried it again, and this time Mandy gave her a quick kiss in return.   "Just keep kissing me, you'll get better, don't worry."   Jess whispered softly before returning for another wet kiss. After a minute or so, Jess became a bit firmer, though Mandy doesn't respond right away. However, she is definitely getting a little more confident.   Perhaps we'll get to do tongues before the night is out, Jess pauses to think. Jess then allows Mandy to have a bit of a rest before they go any further.   "Put your arms around me, don't be shy. It feels good doesn't it?"   Jess reached for Mandy’s hands, placing them on her waist and Mandy caught her eye for a moment before looking away. Jess started running her own hands down Mandy's body, causing Mandy to blush. Mandy had a small frame, and it was hard to believe she was twenty-one. She was so innocent as well...it was cute and refreshing.   Let's see if we can change that, thought Jess as she went in for another kiss. This time she didn’t hold back, instead, kissing so hard that it caught Mandy off-guard. Immediately jess feared that she might have gone a little too far, that is until Mandy began to kiss her back. Jess noticed that Mandy was hesitant to begin with but as she became more relaxed, the kisses started getting firmer.   She wants me, Jess thought excitedly, feeling a dampness pooling between her legs. She's just too nervous to initiate anything.   "You enjoyed that didn't you? Want to try some tongues next? Then maybe we can get you in the bedroom."   Jess offered gently, and is gratified to see Mandy go a little red.   It's not going to be easy to get her clothes off, Jess realized, let's see what she's like after some more kissing.   She launches back in without warning and slips her tongue in Mandy’s mouth, and Mandy isn’t sure what to do at first. Before long, however, Mandy’s arms are firmly around Jess. In fact, Mandy now was kissing almost as hard as Jess had been. Jess then takes the initiative by lying on her back with her legs spread, inviting Mandy to climb onto her. However, Mandy just stares nervously at Jess, not knowing what to do.   "Come on. Get on top of me." Jess cooes, but Mandy won’t budge.   "Don't worry, we aren't having sex. Just kiss me." Jess pulled Mandy down, pressing her lips against Mandy’s, and it doesn’t take long before Mandy is lying on top of Jess, kissing back just as lustily.   Jess is completely turned on now. A few more minutes, then I'll take her to the bedroom. She thinks.   Jess then gently pushed her off and gets up, offering Mandy a hand.   "W-what are you doing?" Mandy asks nervously.   "Taking you to the bedroom obviously."   "Can't we just kiss some more?"   "Sure, but don't you want some relief first? I bet you're getting wet down there." Jess says.   "One more kiss first." Mandy begs.   She's just trying to delay it, Jess thinks. She suddenly grabs Mandy and shoved her her against the wall, Kissing the younger female hard. Mandy at first tried to resist, but soon succumbed to Jess’s lusty lips. Jess pushes her hips against Mandy, whispering in her ear, "Come on, I know you want it. I can see how horny you are. I'll be gentle, I promise."   "Okay." Mandy gasps, in barely a whisper.   Jess takes her hand and drags her up the stairs. When she gets to the bedroom she throws Mandy on the bed and lunges at her, kissing furiously. Perhaps a little too forcefully, but Jess can’t stop can't help it. However she stops after a minute in case she hurt her. Mandy was still small, after all. To Jess’s dismay, mandy had red marks on her wrist from where Jess had been gripping them tightly.   "Sorry, I didn't hurt you did I?" Jess asks, to which Mandy replied by shaking her head.   "Good. Come on, undress me."   "Undress you?"   "Just rip my clothes off. Hurry up."   Mandy slowly starts to remove Jess’s shirt, followed by her jeans. Mandy’s hands were shaking, causing Jess to help her take them off.   "Keep going." Jess encourages, but Mandy paused and was fixated at the wet patch between Jess legs.   "Oh come on, surely you're wet too. Just take them off and we can get some much needed relief." Jess chuckled in a sultry voice, sending chills up and down Mandy’s spine. She immediately does as she is told. After Jess was completely naked, she reached over to take off Mandy's shirt.   "Wait, can't we just kiss some more?"   "Do you not want me to get you off? Come on, you agreed to it."   "I don't feel ready."   "You will after this."   Jess shoved Mandy onto the bed and smothers her with wet kisses. Mandy let out what could only have been a suppressed moan. Jess again reached for her shirt, and this time Mandy doesn’t stop her. She gasped as Jess grabbed her perky little breasts, all the while kissing her neck and taking off her jeans. She soon saw that, to her delight, Mandy was just as wet as her.   They stare at each other for a while, both completely naked and wet.   "Do you have a vibrator or anything?" Jess asked. "I'll do you first."   "No." Mandy replied nervously.   "Really? What do you use then?"   "Just my fingers." Mandy replied, blushing immediately.   "Guess I'll have to do the same then. Lie down and relax."   Jess gave Mandy a quick kiss and plunged a few fingers inside her.   Mandy gasped loudly from the intense pleasure.   "No, Jess. Stop!"   Jess ignored her and fingered her harder.   Mandy cried out harder, bucking against the sheet.   "Don't!"   She tried to back away but Jess grabbed her and starts kissing her roughly on the lips. Mandy continued to beg, but her please and cries soon turned to loud moans and whimpers as they became muffled by Jess’s mouth. Jess then forced her tongue past Mandy’s lips as her fingering became rougher and faster.   "Stop, you don't understand! Please, no!" Mandy cried out.   Jess thrust her whole hand inside Mandy, and it does the trick. Mandy arches her back and her moans turned to loud screams as, suddenly, she starts squirting everywhere. To Jess’s wicked delight, she is soon completely soaked from the warm and endless streams.   "I'm so sorry!" Mandy cried, almost in tears. "I didn't mean to. I can't help it."   "Well I definitely wasn't expecting that. You never told me you were a squirter." Jess replied.   "I'm sorry, I tried to hold it back but... I told you to stop."   "What do you mean? That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Jess replied.   "You-you don't mind? But I got it all over you."   "And? Next time you can do it all over my face. That'll get me so wet. I'll let you have a break, then we'll go again."   "Again?" Mandy gasped.   "You didn't think I would just finger you a bit then leave, did you? No, next time I'll use my mouth."   "Y-Your mouth?"   "Don't act so innocent. I bet just imagining my tongue inside you is making you horny. I can't wait to get covered in your juices."   "Are you sure?"   "Of course. I think I'll wait till I'm soaked before I get myself off."   "You're going to touch yourself while I'm watching?" Mandy, surprised.   "While covered in your wetness, yes. You can either watch or join in, your choice."   "You can do it in my bathroom if you prefer."   "While you're watching? You can pretend you're spying on me if you want."   "What? No, I meant..."   "Let's get something to eat, then we can decide what to do next."   They both got dressed and headed down to the kitchen, where they sat and ate opposite each other. After their meal, Mandy asked if Jess can squirt as well.   "No, not like you. It's pretty hot though. Is that why you were so shy?"   "I didn't think you'd like it. I didn't want you to think I peed on you or something."   "You should enjoy it. I only know one other person that can do it. They get all the guys. This is the first time I've experienced it firsthand though."   Jess suddenly caught Mandy’s eye and they sat there, staring at each other for a while. Suddenly Jess can't bare the anticipation anymore and vaults over the table, onto Mandy’s lap. She latches onto Mandy’s lips like a leech and kisses hard. She can't remember the last time she was this horny. Mandy tasted so sweet as well. Jess put her arms around Mandy's head and pulled her tight. She would have kissed her like this for hours if she didn't want to see her squirt again.   Jess pulled away and started to rip off Mandy’s jeans off again. She couldn't wait to go to the bedroom. This time she used her tongue, and started out shallow and light. This caused Mandy to sigh in pleasure., prompting Jess to probe deeper with her tongue, which in turn caused Mandy to fidget in her chair. She gripped the seat tightly with her hands and started breathing heavily as Jess went even deeper. Soon, Mandy is moaning as loud as she can.   "Jess, I'm gonna cum!"   Jess became more frenzied and vigorous and was soon rewarded with a heavy stream from Mandy. It completely covered jess’s face and soaked her hair. Jess had never been this horny in her life. She grabs Mandy and lifted her up against the wall. Jess desperately wanted to feel Mandy's tongue inside her, but she looked exhausted.   "Watch as I get myself off. Don't break eye contact."   Jess kissed her hard then slips a hand into her jeans, not bothering to take them off. She stared deeply into Mandy's eyes, fingering herself hard, pressing herself against Mandy, who watched as Jess begins to moan and pant, their mouths an inch apart. As Jess was about to orgasm, Mandy suddenly covered her mouth with her own. Jess was moaning far too hard to kiss back, but Mandys wet lips on her own was enough to send Jess over the edge. Mandy caught Jess as she fell over in complete ecstasy. Jess and Cindy then lay in each other's arms until Mandy helped her up.   "Can you stay the night?" Mandy asked shyly.   "I better not. Otherwise I'm going to grow too attached. To be honest, I only came to get in your pants. I couldn't help myself after that look you gave me the other day. But now I'm starting to really like you. I don't think this relationship would work out. You need to find some boys to play with."   "Just one night?"   "Oh go on then. Let's not make this a habit though."   However, Jess knew deep inside that this won't be the last time she would find herself in Mandy’s bed.   My First Male Experience  So, this story is a bit different, but i figured i would try writing a full out male sexual experince...i hope you enjoy ;)   ===========================================================================================================================   I had sex with an another guy for the first time when I was a senior in high school. It happened on a Saturday morning. We had all been drinking at a friend's house, where we crashed for the night. One of my friends was worried that he had left the lights on at his house, and if his mother came home early she would ground him for leaving all of the lights on at their house. So early Saturday morning, he came out into the living room where I was sleeping with several other people, and gave me the keys to his car and house. I started to turn off the lights throughout the house when there was a knock on the door. It was John, one of the guys who had also been at the party.   "Was on my way back home and wondered if you needed any help," he said, walking into the house.   "I think I have it handled, but sure," I said.   I really hadn't started to acknowledge my sexual feelings for boys, but there was something about John I really liked. He was nice and friendly, fun to talk to at school or at parties. We weren't best friends, but we were friendly with one another and hung out a lot with others.   I was sitting at the dining room table reading the scores when he placed a glass of juice next to me, then leaned over my right shoulder and asked, "Who won?"   "Which game?" I asked.   "I don't know. I don't know really follow sports that much. I just like playing them. Who do you like?"   When I turned to look at him I realized how close he was to me. I also realized how pretty his eyes were. They were darker green than mine. I said and did nothing as my throat went dry, my heart started to race, butterflies flew in my stomach, and my dick began to get hard. I was so scared.   John pulled back, then appeared over my left shoulder, except this time he wrapped his arms around my chest and said, "Hey. You better drink your juice."   I was still stunned. "Yeah I better," looking into his eyes.   He leaned in and gave me a very soft kiss. No tongue. Just our lips bushed and then pressed together. I was speechless when he pulled away and ran his right thumb over my lips.   "You OK?" he asked, looking deeply into my eyes.   I was silent for a moment and then managed a weak, "Uh-huh."   "Good," he smiled. "That was really nice," he said, tracing his thumb on my cheek, until it reached my ear. Then he ran his right fingers through the back of my dark brown hair. "You feel nice. I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."   "You have? I didn't know you were into guys?"   "I'm into kissing. And I really like your lips."   Then John pulled my head towards him, this time kissing me open mouth. I allowed his tongue to explore my mouth. His tongue felt soft and warm, so I started to rub his tongue a bit with mine. I was getting very aroused. He finally ended the kiss and leaned our foreheads together.   Running his fingers through the back of my hair, he asked, "Want to go kiss on the couch?"   I paused and then quietly said, "Sure."   Before i knew what was happening, he was all over me with a passionate kiss, his hands exploring my face, shoulders, chest, even my crotch a little. He leaned back on the couch and I laid on top of him, grinding a little into him as we continued what seemed like a marathon kiss.   “Mmm..." He moaned, as he finally broke the kiss to nibble on my neck, "this is so nice. This feels so wonderful." Then he hugged me and squeezed me into him. My cock felt like it was going to explode through my jeans.   "We better be careful. He might be coming home soon."   "I don't know if we have to worry. Last time I saw him he was in bed with Allison and they were going at it pretty hard."   "How did you know that?" I asked.   "Because I was sleeping on the floor in the room where they were fucking! I had to crawl out of there so they wouldn't see me and think I was some kind of perv," he said.   He then took his face in my hands and kissed me passionately, eventually allowing his hands to wander down my back and squeeze my ass. I don't know if it was that he squeezed my ass the right way or just that I was super horny, but that sent an incredible sensation through my body. I started to dry hump him, thrusting into his crotch. Soon my hands were under his shirt, pushing it up over his head. Within moments of removing his shirt I was kissing and licking his smooth chest.   While I licked and sucked on his nipples, my hands found their way between his legs. I rubbed his rock hard crotch, causing him to moan even more loudly. Before I knew it I was unbuckling and unzipping his jeans. His briefs slid down slightly when I pulled his jeans down to his knees, exposing his pubic hair a little.   I nervously looked up at him.   "Is this OK?" I sheepishly asked.   "It's very nice," he said, looking down at me. "Is this OK with you to continue?"   "Yeah," I whispered, looking into his eyes.   John then slid his briefs down down to his knees, exposing his hard cut cock that was sticking up against his body. I just looked at his cock first, my hands on his thighs. It was so pretty, I thought. Then I lightly took it in my right hand, rubbing it a little, tracing my fingers over it. This caused a few soft moans. Instinct must have taken over, because I put my right hand behind his cock and started to lick up the shaft to the head. His cock was smooth and tasted a little salty. He started to moan more loudly as he ran his fingers through my hair.   I took his cock into my mouth, unsure how far down I could go on him. I was surprised how easily his cock slid into my mouth. I was even more surprised when his pubic hair brush against my nose because that meant I had taken most of his love muscle inside of my mouth. I slowly began to work it, like girls who had blown me had done. His moaning became louder, almost so loud that we didn't hear the car door slamming outside.   If felt like we almost hit the ceiling when we jumped off the couch, scurrying to get his briefs and jeans, which he had kicked off during foreplay. I ran to the dining room table to read the paper, and he sat on the couch, looking through a magazine. After what seemed like an eternity, he got up to check out things through the front window. It had been a false alarm...a neighbor had parked in front of the house. This caused us both to burst out laughing when we realized what had happened.   I had stood up at the table and was smiling a little, more relieved than anything. John put his hands around my waist.   "I'm sorry if it scared you," he said, as he gave me an unexpected kiss on my cheek. Then he moved to my lips and we started another intense kiss. He pushed me against the table and we grinded into one another.   "We can't," I said, pushing him away. "What if he really does come back?"   John stepped away and said,   "I know. It's not safe...I'm really sorry but I'm just so turned on right now. I hope that doesn't freak you out. This has never happened to me before with a guy. I'm really sorry."   "No, it's OK," I said. "I am too. I don't know what's going on either. I just know it can't happen here or everyone at school will find out...We should really leave...This is just all so new to me."   "Yeah," he said, his voice trailing off and turning his back to me to walk towards the door. Then he stopped and said with his back to me in a very fast pace, "Hey, my parents are gone for the next several days and I'm all alone and do you want to come back to my house? Just to talk about all of this? Or not? I totally understand either way."   "No, it's cool," I said. "I would like that. I think we should talk some about all of this."   After we went to his house, he excused himself to check the phone messages, there were none. Then he went back to his room and emerged a few minutes later in a t-shirt and shorts. I was in the family room. My god his legs looked good! He was so fucking hot! How had I missed that? And why was I feeling that just now? My cock was hard as a rock in my jeans.   "Want something to drink?" he asked.   "Water is good," I said. I totally checked him out while he got two glasses of water. (The kitchen was right off the family room.) I couldn't keep my eyes off his legs. They were so defined. So fucking hot. "So," he said. "This is pretty fucking weird. I had no idea things would happen like this. All I wanted to do was kiss you and then..."   I had put my water down on the coffee table and lunged into him, kissing him deeply again. His water spilled a little on us but he found the table for his glass. In no time, we were horizontal on the couch, making out furiously. My tongue was buried deep inside of his mouth, exploring him. In no time, I pulled off his t-shirt and shorts, then briefs. My hands were all over his gorgeous nude body. His body felt, smelled, and tasted incredible. Then he pushed me back a bit.   "Hey, no fair," John said. "I'm not the only one here who is going to be naked. Stand up."   He peeled my polo, jeans, briefs, and socks off me in record time. I rushed back on top of him, making out. Our bodies were grinding together as our legs were intertwined. Our hands were also exploring and touching one another in a mad way as we kissed deeply. Then it began to happen...I started to cum. It was so unexpected.   "Oh my god....I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen..."   "It's OK," he whispered in my ear. "It's OK. It's kind of hot really." I continued to cum while he talked, moaning as I thrust into him. God it was intense and I started to tingle all over. Then he wrapped his legs around me and pulled me into him, both of his hands clutching my ass.   "Damn...now it's my turn...God!" John whimpered, as he started to shoot between us. "Oh my god."   Between us it felt like we had shot a quart of cum because our bodies felt drenched in it. We laid there in silence, just breathing heavily and my face buried into his neck. After what seemed like forever, he spoke.   "That was wild. You doing OK?"   "Yeah. I don't know what to do now," I mumbled into his neck. I was still very hard. So was he because I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach.   "We probably should clean up a bit," he said. "Can you grab those pizza napkins on the table?"   We sat up and wiped off just enough semen to prevent any of it from getting onto the couch.   "I'm not sure how I would explain that stain to my parents," John half-laughed. I let out a nervous laugh because I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel after making out, doing a little oral on him, and then climaxed onto each other.   "Hey, you OK?" John asked, putting his left hand on my right thigh, causing me to make eye contact. "You aren't going to freak out on me or anything like that are you?"   "I kind of am freaking out inside," I sheepishly replied.   "Oh, I am too," he quickly replied. "I'm wondering what the hell just happened...But you know what?"   What's that?"   "We gotta get cleaned up right now, so let's do that and we can talk about this later if you want, OK?"   "Yeah, that's cool," I said.   We walked nude down the hallway and into a bathroom, where he proceeded to pull a couple towels out from the closet, handing me one.   "Here you go, man, this should help a lot, but we probably should take a shower to get it all off, you know?"   "Yeah," I said. "A shower would be cool right now."   He turned on the shower and pulled the curtain closed.   "Come one, get in," he said.   I stepped in front of him, not expecting me to follow him. I think he knew I was startled when I looked at him.   "You OK with showering together?" he asked. "It's not like we haven't seen each other naked or anything."   "Yeah, it's OK but you sure no one is going to walk in on us?" I asked.   "Dude, my parents are on a boat right now, my brother is halfway across the country at college, and I put the chains on the doors. No one is going to walk in on us, so take this soap and clean up. Don't worry. I promise."   I soaped up my body, still amazed that my cock was more than semi-hard. As I washed off the semen from my abdomen area, I felt him start to rub my shoulders, his stiff cock bumping against my butt cheeks and thighs.   Then I felt him kiss my shoulders, kiss up my shoulders to my neck. It felt nice and felt natural to lean back towards him. Soon his hands were on my waist and we kissed over my shoulder until I turned around and kissed again standing together.   He pushed me against the shower wall and started to grind into me, whispering in my right ear:   "I want to see what it's like to have a cock in my mouth."   He kissed down my body, dropping to his knees and reaching for my hard cock. He kissed around my shaft until he just took it all into his mouth. It was the best blow job I'd received at that point in my life. I loved how he rubbed my legs and lightly pushed my pelvis area as he sucked me. This time I felt the orgasm coming on, the tingly feeling coursing through my body. I didn't know if I should tell him I was about to cum and I selfishly didn't want him to stop. So I just continued to moan as he worked my cock in his mouth.   John didn't flinch when I came in his mouth. Instead his lips clamped down on my cock, almost feeling like he was sucking all the semen out of me. I was drained in more than one way.   "That was fun. You have such a hot body, and it feels nice."   He put his arms around my neck and pulled me against him, kissing me deeply again. We made out, standing up for several more minutes until the hot water ran out.   I was silent while we toweled off. He then broke the silence again.   "You want to hang out some today here or do you need to get back?" he asked.   "I should probably let my parents know where I am," I said. "I told them I was going to crash last night at Kevin's, but I should tell them what I'm doing if that's OK?" I was hesitant to stay but I felt like I needed to stay to talk about things with him.   "Sure," he said. "There's a phone you can use in my room."   I was halfway through telling dad what I was doing when I felt the towel around my waist loosen and drop to the floor. Startled, I turned around to see John, who put his right index finger over his lips, making a shushing sound. I was getting hard again as I continued to speak to my dad, telling him that I was going to "hang out a bit at a friend's" and that I'd be home "probably after dinner."   John approached me, rubbing my cock with his right hand, pushing me towards his bed, His towel hit the floor and his erect cock was brushing against my right thigh. As soon as I hung up the phone, he pushed me onto the bed.   "Dude, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to be a bit playful.   "Just having a little fun," he said as he fell down next to me and kissed my cheek.   "Shouldn't we talk a little about what's going on here?" I asked.   "Sure," John said, continuing to kiss my cheek until he found my lips again, sliding his tongue back into my mouth.   I put my arms around him, hugging him on top of me as we kissed. We rolled around on his bed, kissing, stroking, rubbing, touching, grinding, exploring. We said almost nothing until he again broke the silence.   "You know what I really want to try is anal. I really hope that doesn't freak you out," he said, biting his lower lip and looking deeply into my eyes. He took my hand. "I want to feel what it's like to have a guy fuck me. You wanna try?"   "I don't know," I said. "I'm not sure how far I want to take this, and this is just all so weird to me right now...Besides we don't have a condom and we should probably be safe if we did anything like that."   To my surprise, John reached over to a drawer in the table next to his bed and pulled out a condom that was in an envelope. "My parents don't know about these, but I used them with my last girlfriend," he said. "So we can be safe...and we can stop right away if you don't like it. I promise."   "I don't know, man," I said.   "Look we just experience all of these things right now and then we'll never be curious about them again...It doesn't mean anything. We're just two guys having a good time, and enjoying being physical," he said.   His hands were all over my chest while he said that. My cock was still rock hard.   "Come on, let's just see what it's like," He said as he opened a condom and before I knew what was happening slid it over my cock. The sensation felt incredible. He stroked me for a few moments, then got back on top of me.   "Here, I'll make it easy for you," he said, reaching back for my cock, slowing guiding it to his hole. "I'll just sit on you and do all of the work."   It took a few moments to find his hole and then he slowly slid down my cock. John pressed his lips together and started to breath heavily, closing his eyes and rubbing my chest.   "Oh, fuck, yes, this feels really nice. Really really nice."   I instinctively put my hands on his hips, rubbing up his sides and then to his back and butt. I was starting to thrust a little as he pushed all the way down on me.   He paused for a moment and said, "I need to get used to this...Wow...This feels really nice. I had no idea it would feel like this."   Then he looked deep into my eyes and said, "Fuck, you feel really good inside of me."   John continued to gently rock back and forth and I started to increase the number and depth of my thrusts up into him. In no time I felt the most incredible orgasm building inside of me. I grabbed both his hips and let out a loud moan as I started to cum.   "Oh my god, yes!!"   The moment must have put him over the edge because he started to shoot again between us, put his arms around my head and pulled me into him as he shot.   We held each other in silence. I was afraid to say a thing but I finally blurted out,   "God that was intense. I had no idea that feeling even existed."   John buried his face into my neck, partially kissing me and softly saying, "That was amazing, just amazing."   I rubbed his ass and thigh, getting turned on by the combination of softness and body hair. I loved the way it felt to feel him draped over me. His left hand rubbed my shoulder, then went through my hair. Soon our lips found one another again and we engaged in another deep passionate kiss.   "Mind if I stay a little longer?" I asked as I rubbed his smooth back.   "Not at all," he said.   We then drifted off into a deep, long nap. The only reason I woke up was because he was giving me a blow job. I was surprised that he made me cum again. I was also surprised that we had sex two more times that day. We showered one more time before I went home, then I called him and talked for more than an hour. I snuck out of my house around midnight and went back to his house, where we had sex again until about 3 o'clock.   I couldn't sleep when I got back home. But I wasn't tired the next day at school. I thought I would be shy when I saw him, but instead we made plans to meet up during our third period, in a little used one-room bathroom at school. We wound up making out for about 10 minutes, then we met again during last period. I went to his house every day after school while his parents were gone, to have more sex. I bottomed the next time we went to his house. He made me cum a fountain less than a minute after he entered me. I loved how it felt when he was inside of me.   We finally cooled off when we both got girlfriends later in the fall because we agreed that we should be faithful to them. Still, I thought about him whenever I jacked off. Some firsts just wont ever be forgotten. Helping Mom   Well it finally happened. My parents separated and then got a divorce. It was a long time in coming. They both seemed to have waited until I turned eighteen and had graduated from high school, which i guess i appreciated. Mom and Dad had been fighting for years. I never really knew what was behind all that constant strife..i just know that I was glad it was over with.   I was on my own now. I had a job and my own apartment. My mom would call me up and ask me to visit her when she was lonely. For reasons i could never understand, she decided not to find another man to replace my father. Mom was still in her mid forties and I thought she was attractive. I know a son shouldn't be checking out his mom but I couldn't help it.   I didn't have a girlfriend at that time and my mom seemed to like showing off her body. She had big breasts and was generally shapely. Sometimes I would fantasize about what she looked like without her clothes on. I stopped over one Saturday after I received her phone call. When I got there, guess who was wearing a tight shirt and pants? That’s right, my mom. I tried not to be obvious as I looked at her.   Mom seemed to be upset like she had been crying.   "I still get lonely being by myself," she told me.   When I asked her why she didn't go on any dates she replied that no one was interested in her. I found that hard to believe. Mom was standing there in the kitchen. I went over and placed my hands on her shoulders. I could smell the perfume she was wearing.   "I don't know what I would do without you Josh," she told me.   We were so damn close to each other. Maybe I just lost my willpower. I leaned in and kissed my mother on the mouth. I could she she was taken by surprise. I guess it was my turn to be shocked. Mom placed her hands on my waist and we had a more intense kiss. From there it started to get crazy. I brought my hands to her shirt and I squeezed her breasts.   Mom moved her hands down to my belt buckle. She unfastened it and pushed my pants and underwear down to the floor. My dick had become semi-erect by now. Mom gazed down and got a good look at my cock. I didn't have to tell her a thing. She knelt before me and took it in one of her hands. She wrapped her lips around me and took me into her mouth as far back as she was able.   I placed a hand on the back of her head. I didn't even have to urge her. Mom slid all the way down my shaft, right down to the root. It had been such a long time since anyone had given me head. Mom seemed like she needed this worse than I did. Her head bobbed up and down my fat rod. I was completely hard in just a few minutes time.   I couldn't let this go as just a blowjob. I pulled my mom up from the floor. I walked her back to her bedroom and I removed her clothes. Her breasts looked like they belonged to a woman in her twenties. I had her lie back on the mattress. I parted her thighs and I lowered my face. I slid my tongue up and down her slit. Mom cried out as I licked her pussy.   I used my tongue as well as my fingers. I pushed two digits into her slippery wet hole. I thought she was going to explode right there. I finally pulled back and got to my knees.   "Please Josh, I need you," Mom pleaded with me.   I guided my mushroom to her opening and I entered her greedy hole. Mom let out this loud moan. I pushed completely into her body. I rested my cock inside her as my mother used her muscles to grab at my dick. She couldn't fool me, she needed my cock badly. I began to stroke her pussy. Mom wrapped her legs around me and she held on as I pounded her wet tunnel.   I couldn't believe that this was actually happening. My Mom was acting like this horny slut who had to have her son using her pussy. And use it I did. My balls were hitting her bottom every time I entered her. Mom had her head rolled back as she took my cock deep into her body. I know we were getting loud there on her bed.     I eventually flipped my mother onto her hands and knees. I entered her from behind and went deep.     "Don't pull out!" She urged me.   I wasn't using a condom and I sure didn't like the idea of pulling out. As time progressed I felt myself getting close. I wanted my Mom to have my love offering. Finally I sent some jets of my cream deep into her passage. Mom's body stiffened as she took my cream deep in her pussy. I had a large load to give to my Mom that day. I envisioned coating her pussy walls and her eggs with my cum.   It took almost ten minutes before I was empty. I pulled out and looked to see my seed come pouring out of my Mom's body. Mom's body shook from the fucking she had just taken. We both collapsed onto the bed and we held each other.     "Thank you for that. I don't regret anything that we did," she told me.   I didn't regret it either. As a matter of fact, I was already thinking about the next time we could repeat this. I ended up staying the night with Mom. The next morning she made me hard with her mouth one more time. Mom mounted my staff and she lowered her body onto mine. I grasped her tits with my hands and I milked her big boobs. Mom loved having her chest played with. Her nipples became like hard pebbles.   Much to my surprise I gave Mom another load of my creamy milk. She took every drop of my seed before we were all finished. We made a pact there in bed. We would be lovers from here on in. I started spending most of my evenings in Mom's pussy. She couldn't seem to get enough cock from me.     We even discussed a forbidden subject. I would tell my mother that I would coat her fertile eggs with my cum. This made my Mom go crazy with lust.   "Yes Josh, I want a big belly!" She would plead with me.   She had been taking birth control pills all this time but she soon stopped. I know how wild it all seems but I want to see my mother's body being impregnated by me. I know Mom gets wild in bed when we have sex talk about making babies. Hopefully in the next few months she will begin to show from all our activities in bed. Lily's Redemption   The knock on the door came as a surprise at first, but then I remembered that we had asked that Lilly come and look after the kids while my wife and I went out for a work function dinner and drinks.   As Angela, my wife, was still in the en-suite blow-drying her hair, I jumped up off the couch expecting to open the door to who I thought would be the awkward, shy young girl whose family had lived directly across from us for as long as I could recall. Instead, when I casually opened the front door, I received quite a surprise.   Replacing my mental image of a short, scruffy brown-haired girl with braces was the now very grown up Lilly. While still shorter than my 5 ft 9, she was clearly taller than I recalled. However, it wasn't her height that caught my attention. It was a warm afternoon so she was dressed for comfort with cute blue shorts made from a very thin fabric, revealing the outline of darker underwear. She also had on a very bright yellow top, which highlighted the perfect set of very ample breasts that defied gravity and hugged her cotton tee tightly.   I had only a second to make this observation when I was met with yet another surprise. No sooner had I fully opened the front door when Lilly beamed at me with a big smile and stepped inside with an enthusiastic hug. "Hi Mr. Andrews," she said, still beaming. At that point, Lilly perhaps realized that pressing herself against me so enthusiastically may have been just a bit too friendly. She she took half a step back and reset herself, her eyes darting to the ground.   I took this opportunity to quickly look her over head to toe. Her hair was quite long and neat and was tied back in a ponytail that hung forward over her shoulder. Under her well-developed breasts that surprised me, I noticed that her frame was otherwise quite thin but filled out in all the right places. She was, dare I say, a perfect 10...and lucky for me was now 18 years old.   Before I could say a word Angela appeared from the bedroom en-suite , still wrapped in a towel, and greeted Lilly with a smile. "'Come on in Lilly, you're just in time. We're heading off in 5 minutes. Just make yourself at home". Lilly did just that, regaining her earlier excitement, skipping forward into the house to see the kids. I paused a moment before closing the front door to watch her skipping along, with those wonderful breasts bouncing as she went.   For a teenager, it was an easy gig for easy money. Basically Lilly just had to hang out with the kids for an hour, tuck them into bed, and then watch TV until we got home. After Angela gave Lilly her instructions for the evening, we headed out for dinner and drinks.   It was a work related function so the next few hours went quite slowly and I found myself reflecting on that friendly hug that Lilly had given me when I opened the door for her earlier that evening. Her young, full and firm breasts felt wonderful for that brief moment when she said hello and pressed against me, but I imagined that they would feel even better in my hands. Of course that could never happen. I'm sure that by now Lilly would have a boyfriend and would not be seeking out the attention of someone old enough to be her father, but at least it was a thought that I could carry with me when I fucked my wife after we got home.   As expected, I found Lilly plonked down on the couch watching TV with the kids having gone to bed upstairs hours ago. Once again I was met with that lovely beaming smile from earlier. "Oh hey Mr. Andrews, how was your night?" she said, jumping up from the couch. But she was just a bit too chirpy, I thought, and I detected that she was slurring her words a little. As if she saw me processing the situation, once again her eyes went to the floor and the smile receded. "So, where's Mrs. Andrews?" she said as if trying to divert my attention from my current thoughts.   "She had a pretty big night and went straight to bed, and it looks like perhaps you've been doing the same," I said, as I fished a vodka-mixed cocktail bottle out from behind one of the cushions on the couch and held it up to her face. Immediately the smile from Lilly's face fell. "I thought it would be ok to have a few drinks after I put the kids to bed." But she couldn't have been more wrong.   I was furious. "We're not paying to you to sit on our couch getting drunk Lilly. If you think I'm mad, just wait until I tell Angela!"   At this point, not only had the smile gone from her pretty face, but tears began to fall down her cheeks and Lilly slumped back down on the couch. "'Oh please don't tell Mrs Andrews, I couldn't bear it if she was angry with me and told my parents."   At that moment my wave of anger had passed and I felt sorry for Lilly. It also helped that she was so damn cute. "Listen" I said, "perhaps we can just let it slide this time but it can't happen again."   Once again, a beaming smile returned to Lilly's face, and she leapt up and launched forward, pressing herself against me with a firm hug. Still slightly slurring her words, and still wrapped around me, she sighed "oh thank you, Mr. Andrews. I promise I'll make it up to you."   I had to take advantage of this moment. Lilly's body simply felt too good against mine.   "Ok then, how about right now," I remarked with a bit of a chuckle, but hoping it wouldn't be taken as a joke. Understandably, Lilly seemed confused. "'What do you mean?" she asked, sounding uncertain.   "Well quite frankly I'm disappointed with what you've done, but I'm even more disappointed that my wife is too drunk to fuck me tonight, so I think you can help me out."   Hearing this, Lilly took a step back and then sat back down on the couch again, still looking confused. She hesitated with her words. "I, um, I don't know what to say. I know I messed up and don't want to get in trouble, but I've never done anything like this." To me, that sounded like she was willing to participate in whatever I had planned.   "It's ok Lilly," I said firmly. "'Just do what I say and everything will be just fine." I was surprised to see that Lilly smiled again at that point so I pushed on with the plan I was making up as I went along. "You can start by taking off your t-shirt and bra. You've pushed your tits against me too many times tonight to not let me see them." Amazingly, Lilly complied and I was rewarded with a spectacular view of her breasts as she stood up and followed my instructions.   I was now standing just a meter away, directly in front of her, and I whispered, "Lilly you are so beautiful. Come and give me another hug." As she stepped in and wrapped her arms around me, her bare breasts pushed against me.   My face moved down to kiss her on the neck as I brought my right hand up to cup one of her perfect tits. At that moment, she sharply breathed in. "Oh Mr. Andrews," she sighed, "I uh, I don't know."   I cut her off. "Don't worry, Lilly, you're just making it up to me, we'll be done soon."   With my face in the softness of her neck and with one hand on her breast, my cock was straining against my pants so much that it hurt. Continuing to hold her close I moved my other hand that had been resting on Lilly's back down to the zipper on my pants and with one swift movement I released my swollen cock from its confines. I then reached up and pushed Lilly's right arm down until I had her hand in mine and then moved it to my hard cock that was already leaking with pre-cum.   "Wha...what do you want me to do," she said nervously. "Like I said, I've never done anything like this."   I was somewhat surprised. "Don't you do this with your boyfriend?"   "N-no, I've never had a serious boyfriend...so umm."   "You've never had sex then?" I questioned, as I moved her hand to wrap around my cock.   "No, not at all," Lilly said quietly, as i felt the warmth of her hand squeeze slightly on my now throbbing cock.   "Well, don't worry about that right now, tonight you're just going to help me out a little. Let's sit down on the couch, and I'll show you what I need you to do." As I said this, I lifted her so she could look into my eyes and then directed her to sit next to me. With her topless and with my hard cock poking out of my pants, it was quite a sight.   As we moved into sitting position I made sure that her small, warm hand never let go of my cock which was now quite slippery. "Just move your hand slowly up and down sweetie, and give it a bit more of a squeeze when you're at the top," I said, as i moved her hand through the motion. It felt simply wonderful as she continued to do this for a few minutes while I proceeded to cup and play with her perfect young tits. All she could do the whole time was stare at her hand moving up and down my shaft, occasionally licking her lips and breathing deeply.   I felt myself getting closer to blowing my load. "Ok Lilly, spit on your hand, then start moving it up and down faster and hold my cock tighter. We're almost done." For someone who had never done this before, Lilly certainly had magic hands and 15 seconds later I shot a load of cum so high into the air it ended up in her hair.   I chuckled, "don't worry, that will wash right out. You'd better get dressed sweetie."   As Lilly put her bra and shirt back on, I leaned forward and pushed some 50 dollar bills into the back pocket of her shorts, taking the opportunity to squeeze one of her firm ass cheeks. As I did this, I wondered how it might be to be able to explore this part of Lilly further. "Ok, you're all set sweetie. Good job...I mean good hand job anyway," I laughed.   Even Lilly managed to crack a smile at this as she headed towards the front door, again giving me a great view of her ass in those tiny shorts. Just as she was about to walk out, I remarked, "I think we might need you again next week Lilly," and winked at her.   Lilly winked back. "Sure," she said with a smile, and closed the door.   A Sweet Reunion   Sarah struggled with her suitcase up the carpeted staircase. She didn't have many memories here because her mom had remarried, uprooting her for her senior year of high school. New school, new family, new friends. Sarah’s stepdad also entered the marriage with a son, Brad. He was your typical all American jock - 6'3", pale skin, great smile, and a master of every sport in high school. He didn't have any problem fitting in at a new school.   Sarah struggled a little at first, but found her way quickly. She was a bit introverted but joined the cheerleader squad. She had long straight black hair, pale skin, sweet eyes, perfect perky breasts and a petite frame. Brad always found his friends talking about how hot she was, and would he ever...they had no blood relation after all. However, he always ignored them and changed the subject.   The family decided that they hadn't seen each other in 3 years because of the kids sports schedule, and wanted to get together to celebrate Christmas. Both of the kids had chosen to attend college out of state - Sarah on a cheer and academic scholarship, and Brad, a baseball player who was sure to go to the big leagues.   Sarah, exhausted from her trip, decided to take a shower as soon as she finished lugging the heavy suitcase upstairs. It was about 8 pm when she finished, so she decided to hop in some jammies and take a short nap before Brad was due to arrive home for a late dinner. She threw on some cheer shorts, a crop top, and some knee high socks.   However, Sarah soon discovered that she was restless and couldn't sleep, despite being tired. She laid back, put some some music on her Bluetooth speaker, and trailed her hand down her sculpted abs, underneath the waistband of her shorts and to her hairless sweet spot. She ran her fingers softly over her pussy and arched her back, tilting her head back at the same time. Rubbing her clit in soft, small circles, she then gripped her comforter as she increased pressure. She thought she locked the door to her room and failed to notice Brad standing there; mouth open as he watched his step sister rubbing one out right in front of him. Sarah took her hand out of her shorts, and reached towards her mouth so she could taste her wetness, when she opened her eyes. She saw Brad frozen, mouth agape, with an obvious hard on.   "Dammit Brad... I was just about to cum and you had to go and completely ruin it," she said, as she chucked her pillow at him, “I thought I locked the door.".   She got up and went to the restroom to wash her hands.   "It was locked but I wanted to surprise you, so I went through the restroom… but it would seem you ended up surprising me more," he smirked, as he struggled to keep in his laughter.   She hugged him and grabbed his hand. She then led him downstairs to the kitchen. He had definitely filled out in the years since they had seen each other last. He had the same chiseled body in high school but put on about 20 pounds of muscle. Sarah on the other hand still looked the same as high school, except that now she was a young woman. She was still petite, but a little more curvy, and her breasts definitely had filled out more since high school.   The next morning Brad rushed into the bathroom he shared with his sister Sarah.   "Fuck, I really have to pee. Can you step out real quick?"   "Yeah right, I'm almost done brushing my teeth, just go, I promise I've seen one already", as she chuckled.   Her hair was up in a high, messy bun. Her skin was still wet from the shower and her towel was wrapped around her. She wasn't making his first morning pee any easier with her ass cheeks peeking out from under her towel.   He leaned in, almost angling his body as he struggled to aim his hard on towards the toilet.   Sarah chuckled to herself, amused,"First one of the day bro?"   He smirked as he looked over his shoulder flushing the toilet.   "Now how would you know about that sis?"   She couldn't help but take in his body now. He was standing there almost completely naked, just in his boxers. Damn, baseball had done his body good. All of the guys that looked like him at her school were complete whores. She wanted nothing to do with them. But it had been so long since a man made her cum. Her mind snapped back into focus.   "Hell. I used to know a thing or two but it's been so long that it's probably broken."   They both laughed. Strangely he was happy to know that his step sis hasn't let all those jocks at her school use her. He knew that she was hot and they had their eyes on her.   "See ya down stairs for breakfast."   ============================================================   The day was awesome. They went to the mall and did some shopping as a family and went to dinner later.   Sarah went upstairs and took a bubble bath with candles and a glass of wine. It was been years since she was able to take a bath in a full size tub since she stayed in the cheerleader dorms. She had just closed her eyes with a soft sigh, when there came a knock at the bathroom door. She was completely covered all the up to her chin in bubbles so whoever it was, wasn't going to see anything.   "Come in."   "Hey you want to have a few drinks and catch up tonight?" asked Brad.   "Yea, that sounds fun. Give me about 20 min."   ============================================================   Sarah put on some extra comfy big sweats and off the shoulder crop top with no bra. You could see her nipples if you looked really hard. As soon as Brad saw her he smiled. He was wearing basketball shorts and a muscle shirt. He obviously wasn't wearing any boxers because he was starting to pitch a tent. Sarah giggled softly at the sight.   They shared a 2 bottles of wine and a 6 pack of beer. They laughed about senior year memories and chatted about how college was now, and around 3am, they both got up from Brad's bed and hugged each other. His hand touched the small of her back and she felt her skin tingle. She hadn't been held by a man in a while. He nuzzled his head into her neck and felt her nipples against his chest. Their eyes briefly met and they quickly said good night.   ============================================================   Damn why have I been so horny lately. Actually the question is why does Brad look so damn fine? Has he always been this fine? Fuck it. I'm a little tipsy and I feel good, Sarah thought to herself.   She turned on her Bluetooth, put on some music, and slipped off her sweats. She was dancing around in her crop top and lacy thong before the wine took over and she collapsed in bed while in a tipsy bliss.   Her hand immediately wandered below her waist band, where she felt warmness emanating from her slit. She dipped one finger in and rolled onto her side, quiet moans escaping her mouth. Her fingers found her clit as she gently flicked it back and forth. Little did she know, she was giving Brad quite the show as he peeped through the cracked bathroom door. His dick was starting to grow. He could hear her sweet moans over the music. Fuck it, they were both a little tipsy. He has noticed the lingering stares, the extra long touches, and he knew it had been a while for her, this was his shot. Quietly, he opened the restroom door; his sister was still exploring her body and didn't even notice. He crawled on top of her and put one hand over her mouth and another on top of her hand in her panties. Sarah’s eyes shot open in terror, not knowing who was on top of her.   "Sh, it's just me, Brad."   Her body sunk into the bed and she relaxed a bit. He whispered in her ear.   "I've been wanting you since I saw you a few days ago. Let me help you."   He gently pushed her hand to the side and felt her wetness. A breathy moan escaped her mouth and he placed his lips on top of hers. It was a gentle kiss, a sweet kiss. He dipped his fingers into her wetness, her tongue exploring his mouth. All she could think of was how good his weight felt on top of her small frame. She rubbed his back, as her hands explored his body and she let go of all her inhibitions. He started making his way down her stomach.   He kissed her sculpted abs, and could see her inhale and exhale after every touch. He slowly pulled down her panties and kissed up both of her thighs. He could taste her wetness the closer he got, she was practically dripping from how turned on she was. Once he made his way to her sweet spot, he inhaled her scent and it got him rock hard. He parted her lips gently and licked her from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top of her clit. Her back arched and fell back; she couldn't remember the last time someone kissed her there.   He was dipping his tongue into her pussy, fucking her. He brought his main focus to her clit, she was so aroused it was already peeking out. He took it into his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue; each time bringing her right to edge and then backing away so that he could focus on her pussy again.   She writhed around, attempting to push him off, knowing that she couldn't take anymore. He overpowered her, his arms gripping her pelvis firmly as he continued to bring her to ecstasy. She arched her back and let out a loud moan. His looked up at her, his face covered in her juice as he kissed her passionately. She wiggled her way down to his shorts while laying on her back. He knew what she wanted so he got up his knees and dropped his shorts. His dick popped out and landed right at her mouth. Without any hesitation she took his whole dick into her mouth. The angle she was laying made it possible for him to fuck her face. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and gripped his ass, pushing his hips forward. He plunged into her mouth, his dick touching the back of her throat. She gagged a little but never retreated.   It felt so good that he almost lost his balance a couple of times. He fucked her face, as spit spilled over her lips. He knew if he continued this for another few minutes he was going to cum right down her throat. He pulled out quickly and she protested, she wanted to taste his cum. He chuckled and kissed her lips.   "Not yet. I don't want it to end before I feel you."   He flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Reaching down to her dripping pussy, he played with her clit as he kissed down her spine. He spread open her cheeks as he dipped his tongue into her pussy licking her all the way to her ass. His tongue stayed there, kissing her in a place nobody explored.   Just as she let out a moan, he pushed his thick dick inside of her pussy. She immediately felt full. He gripped her hips and slowly pulled out his dick to the very tip and pushed it back in slowly. Her pussy responded with a little resistance then enveloped his dick each time he entered her. He did this for a few minutes, loosening her up with each stroke.   The more she moaned the faster he began to thrust. He was on the brink of cumming and had to pull out. She looked back with disappointment. With one fell swoop he picked her up, easily lifting her petite frame with his arms. They kissed as he placed her gently against the walls. He slowly placed her on top of his dick as she let out a muffled scream. He was fucking her against her bedroom wall, letting her weight propel herself onto his dick. She was wet and he easily slid into her tight pussy. She was damn near crying it felt so good. As he sped up, she held on tighter. She arched her back hitting her head against the wall and they both came at the same time.   He gently placed her onto the bed, collapsing next to her. They looked at each other giggling after such an explosive session.   Brad kissed her on the head, then got up and walked towards the bathroom.   "No stay and cuddle with me."   "I have to wake up in 5 hrs to play basketball with pops."   "Just sneak out after I fall asleep"   They crawled underneath the covers. The music still playing softly in the background.   ============================================================   There was a light knock at the door.   "Sarah, have you seen..."   And before her stepdad could finish the sentence he saw his son and his step daughter snuggled in each others arms sound asleep. They were pretty much covered but he could see that neither of them had on tops. He looked around the room, clothes were tossed everywhere and he gently shut the door.   ============================================================   Around noon, Brad made his way downstairs.   "Long night son?"   "Yeah something like that."   "Those damn Wilson girls will get you every time," as he gave his son a sly look and passed him a coffee cup, “Hell I'm surprised it took this long. I thought y'all weren't going to last highschool without jumping each others bones," he said with a chuckle.   "It just kind of happened dad."   "No judgement here, I'm just happy she never took on our last name."   Just then Sarah walked down the stairs shooting Brad a quick smile.   "Looks like you could use some coffee too."   "Thanks Daddy."   Just then Brad gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. A look of embarrassment washed over her face.   "Don't worry he already knows. Now we just got to break it to your mom."   Daddy..?  In the dream, my daddy's tongue is in my mouth, and his hand is between my legs. He tells me I'm his angel, pets my pussy though my underwear, then pulls them down so he can stroke my clit. I don't tell him to stop. In fact, I beg him not to, because in the dream I want him to keep touching me. I want him to make me come.   When I wake, his hands are wrapped around my upper arms.   "Jen," he says, "It's okay honey. You were just having a bad dream."   My clit pulses. I can still taste him on my tongue. Slowly, my awareness spreads from the throbbing between my legs to my labored breathing, my sweat-dampened tank top. I breathe deeply. It was all a dream—a bad dream. A very, very bad dream. Only somehow, it doesn't feel bad at all.   "What time is it?"   "Just after two," he says, brushing a lock of auburn hair from my face. "You were crying out for me in your sleep, like you did when you were little."   Heat fills my cheeks. "Oh."   My daddy smiles kindly, the corners of his eyes crinkling, just a little. Granted he is simply my stepdad, my real dad having run off after i was born, but this man next to me is all i knew growing up. I jump as a flash of lightning outside the window paints shadows across his bare chest and highlights the wisps of silver at his temples. He's even more handsome in-the-flesh. I rub my eyes with the heels of my hands, trying to smudge away the thoughts that shouldn't be there. This isn't the first time I've dreamt about my daddy touching me. It isn't even the first time I've woken up so hot and bothered I could start a fire between my legs.   "My god, you're sweating." He tests my forehead with the back of his hand. "You're burning up."   I wave his hands away. I don't want him to touch me again; I might like it too much.   "I'm fine, Daddy. You can stop worrying about me."   "Sorry, no can do." And just like that, he's my dork of a dad again.   Thunder rumbles in the distance, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on-end. I hate storms—have hated them ever since my mom left me out in a parked car during a thunderstorm when I was little. Eyes trained away from the window, I reach for the water bottle I always keep at my bedside. My dad grabs it first and passes it to me.   "Thanks," I say, then take a few gulps. The cold feels good sliding down my throat.   My dad watches my throat as I swallow. "Want to talk about it?"   My throat clenches. I cough. "About what?"   "Your dream."   Oh, sure. Why the hell not?   "Not really," I say.   Lightning flashes, illuminating the room. I brace for the crack of thunder to follow. My dad grasps my shoulders and I can't help but lean into him, pressing my brow to his warm chest.   "It's okay, babygirl. Daddy's here." I hear him chuckle, then i shiver as the rain picks up, harder and faster against the metal roof. He smooths my hair. "Want me to stay with you tonight?"   I do and I don't. Though the memory of the dream has faded somewhat, I can still feel the echoes of it in my body, the flutter of arousal in my belly, the pressure of his fingers on clit. Another show of lightning, the crash-boom of thunder. The storm is practically on top of us now. My dad doesn't wait for me to respond before he eases me back onto the mattress and slips beneath the covers. He aligns himself with my body, spooning me like he used to when he'd get up in the middle of the night to check on me, and find me crying in bed for my mother. He slides one arm under my neck and wraps it around my shoulders. With his other hand, he rubs my back.   "Do you have class tomorrow?" he asks.   "Not till the afternoon."   "I can give you a ride if you're too tired."   "Thanks, Daddy." I smile. "I love you."   He kisses my shoulder, his big hand spreading warmth down my arm.   "I love you, too, sweetheart."   I nestle against him, his form so much bigger and stronger than mine. Hard in all the places I'm soft. I can feel the haze of sleep washing over me, until another crackle of lightning makes tense up and curl into myself.   "Shh," my father whispers. "It's all right." He holds me tighter, wrapping his leg around mine to form a shell around me. His skin is hot even through his cotton pajama pants. "Let's talk about your nightmare."   My stomach knots. He's trying to distract me from the storm, and technically speaking, it works. Not the way he intended it to, I'm sure. But it works.   "It wasn't a nightmare," I mumble. "Not exactly."   "Oh? What was it?"   I press my face to the pillow. "I don't want to say. It's embarrassing."   "Come on, it can't be that bad." He squeezes my shoulder. "Was I in it?"   "No," I say, a little too forcefully. "I mean...not really."   "Okay." He laughs. "Now you have to tell me."   I bite my lips together. Mortification and arousal prickle up my spine. I shake my head, then tense as he lays a hand on my stomach.   "Do I have to tickle it out of you?" he says, his tone playful. He flutters his fingertips across my belly, searching for the hem of my tank top. I shriek and wriggle and gasp as his fingers make contact with the soft flesh of my abdomen. My nipples tighten into points and my clit pulses. I picture his hand moving downward—   "No!" I cry out, breathless. "Stop it, okay... I'll tell you."   He resumes rubbing my back. I swallow thickly, trying to think of a way to play down the sex, to make it sound less perverted than it actually was.   "We were sitting on a couch, in a house like the one we used to live in with Mom. Only, I was me, as I am now. Not me back then. We were watching something on TV, I can't remember what. But you were laughing. Then I was laughing. Then... we laid down."   "On the couch?"   "Yeah. But it wasn't a couch anymore. It was a bed. Like my bed."   My father's hand stills. "Okay."   "Then..." I pause, not sure how to say it, and so I just say it. "You kissed me."   I hold my breath. He doesn't say anything for a moment. Then, "Where did I kiss you?"   "On the mouth."   He doesn't move a muscle. My stomach drops. I should've lied, I think. Why couldn't I just lie?   I couldn't because I promised that I would never lie to him. My mom used to lie to both of us all the time, so my father and I made a pact after she left that we would always trust each other, never hide things from one another. But there had to be exceptions, right? Some things that should never be spoken, not even in the dark?   I clear my throat. "It's no big deal. Anyway, I don't have to keep going if—"   "No, it's fine," he says. I want to crawl into a hole and die. "Are you saying there's more?"   "Yeah." I take a deep breath. "You kissed me and moved on top of me. Then you pulled my shirt down and started...touching me. I think you may have taken your shirt off, too. After that, you put your hand over my panties and just...rubbed me for a bit."   He lay still as a statue behind me. I pause, not wanting to go on, but also wanting to go on, because he hasn't told me not to. And because part of me wonders if it might be better to just put it out there rather than let it grow inside me like a wildfire. Devouring everything in its path. I steel myself for the next confession, then pause when I feel movement against my backside. It's a slight movement, but it's enough to make me gasp. He's getting hard.   "And then?" he whispers, so quiet I almost miss the question.   I swallow. "Then, you put your hand in my panties."   It's only then that I notice the storm has passed. All that's left is a light rain plinking against the roof. The sound fills the silence like air sweeping into a vacuum. My father's cock is hard and wedged against my ass cheeks. Arousal washes over me like a full-body flush. I can't stay still. I press my ass against him, and his breath catches. He grips my hip to steady me.   "Jen," he says, his voice gruff with warning. "Don't."   I freeze, embarrassed. I try to feign ignorance.   "Don't what?"   My dad lifts the covers and rolls away from me. Cold air hits my back like a slap. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he holds his face in his hands and sighs heavily.   "I'm sorry," he says. "Fuck, I'm so sorry."   "It's fine," I say.   I start to cry. Rolling onto my stomach, I let my tears soak into the pillow as I tremble. My clit aches. This man is my father, my protector, my literal shelter from the storm. He's not supposed to get hard at the thought of touching me. But he did. And I liked it. I really, really liked it. I don't know what to feel anymore. I'm disgusted with myself, yet somehow I'm still turned on. It's wrong. Everything about this situation is wrong. So why does him pulling away feel like the opposite of right? A warm hand rests between my shoulder blades.   "Sweetheart?"   I sniffle and angle my face just enough so that I can see him. My dad's gaze is pained, twisted with guilt and concern. I don't like that look. He hasn't done anything to deserve that look. This is all my fault.   "I shouldn't have said anything."   He shushes me softly. "It's okay."   "No, it's not." I close my eyes. "I wish you hadn't woken me up."   He squeezes the back of my neck. "I'm sorry. That must've been so fucking surreal—"   "No—I mean, yes, it was. But I wish I could've...finished the dream."   My dad says nothing for a while, and then asks, "Were you really enjoying it?"   I roll onto my side away from him, ashamed. The rain has stopped. I listen to the sound of my father's breathing—the only sound in the room—slow and steady at first, then quicker, shallower. The bed dips and he's behind me again.   "Remind me," he says. "In your dream, where was my hand?"   My eyes flick open as he flattens his hand on my belly. I gasp. "Um..."   Slowly, he inches down, until he reaches the gap between my shirt and my underwear.   "Was it here?"   "Lower," I whisper.   He runs his fingertip along the waistband of my panties. I want him to move them lower. He's not as hard as he was a few minutes ago, but he's well on his way. I grind myself against him, and his cock pulses, straining at his pajama pants in a way that can't possibly be comfortable. He teases his hand into my underwear.   "Here?"   I nod and lift my leg, hooking it behind my dad's knee as he wedges his knee between my legs. I'm so open, so exposed. When he inches his hand down to stroke my lips, my clit is the first thing he touches.   "My god, Jen." He circles the tender nub, hard like a pebble beneath his fingers. "You really want me to do this?"   "Yes." I rock my hips as he strokes me, pushing back against cock, then forward towards his fingers. Back and forth. A delirious pleasure dance that has me keening for more.   "Hold on, baby girl." My dad grabs hold of my waist and flips us so that I'm lying on top of him, but facing away. He smooths both hands over my breasts, then draws my tank top up to my chest so he can reach my nipples.   "Oh god," I moan. "That feels so good." I buck my hips, desperate for any sort of contact against my clitoris. He rubs my nipples, then pinched them, all the while kissing and biting at my neck and shoulder.   "Your tits are fucking perfect," he says, jiggling them. "I knew they were big but damn, they're perky, too."   "You say that like you've been checking them out for a while."   He laughs quietly. "Maybe a little while."   The crotch of my panties is practically soaked through. I wouldn't be surprised if I'd already left a damp spot on his pajamas. I can still feel my father's cock against my ass, hard and long and thick between my cheeks. He glides a hand down my belly to massage my pussy through my panties, just like in my dream.   "Please, Daddy," I beg. "Please touch me."   He pauses, as though he's not sure how to feel about me calling him Daddy in this context. I can almost pinpoint the moment he decides he likes it from the way his heartbeat quickens against my back. Instead of reaching into my panties, he slides them off, then spreads my legs. When his hand returns, there's no hesitation.   "That's it, angel," he says, rubbing my clit and rubbing my nipple with renewed fervor. It's how I like to touch myself, but the fact that he's the one doing it makes the whole thing hotter. I can only imagine how insane this would look from the outside, me with my legs splayed and my tits out.   "Oh, god. Daddy... Daddy please..."   I can feel my orgasm building like a storm inside me. Hands grasping at the sheets, I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth and hold on for dear life. My father seems to get the implication, spreading my legs wider with his knees and using his whole hand to stroke me. I come like thunder, a crack and rumble that rolls and rolls and rolls between my hips.   "That's my gorgeous girl," he rasps. "Come hard for me."   My whole body throbs. I twitch and sigh as the tension rips through my muscles and then subsides. I lie panting and spent on top of my father. The man who helped raise me is now the man who just made me come. He eases me onto the mattress, then pulls me into his arms. I tuck my face into the angle of his neck and breathe deep the comforting scent of his skin. His cock is still hard and pushing at my belly, but he doesn't move to free it. In fact, he doesn't move at all.   "What's wrong?" I ask.   He takes a long time to respond. "Just..can’t believe i just fingered you…”   I kiss his neck, then his chin, working my way up to his mouth. Our dream kisses pale in comparison to kissing my dad in real life. The heat from his breath caresses my face as he opens his mouth to me. Emboldened, I slip my tongue between his lips, and slide my hand between us to grasp his cock.   Air hisses through his teeth. "Oh, Jennifer. Baby."   "I want you, Daddy."   He grips the waistband of his pajama pants. "I want you, too, sweetheart. Christ, I'm so fucking hard for you."   "Please—" I kiss him. "—let me feel it."   After a moment's hesitation, he pulls the waistband out and down, releasing his cock. My mouth forms an O. He's so big, so thick and tan. I glance up at him, my eyes wide with the question my lips can't bring themselves to ask.   "Go on," he said. "You can touch it."   Smiling, I wrap my fingers around him. The sound that pours from his mouth makes my nipples harden. His skin is hot, the hardness beneath it unlike anything I've ever felt before. Not hard like stone, but not supple either. I give him a few test strokes. My dad weaves his fingers through the hair at the back of my head. I brush my thumb across the tip and he gasps. I giggle.   "What's so funny?" His mouth tips into a half smile.   "You."   He pulls my hair gently, angling my face back so he can kiss me full on the mouth. "What's funny about me?"   I shrug one shoulder. He eyes me carefully, tilts his head.   "Have you ever done this before?" he asks.   "Of course," I say, slightly indignant. "Sort of."   "Sort of?"   I bite my lips together. "Like once or twice."   "You've had sex twice?"   "No." I glance down at his chest, embarrassed. "Just my hand."   He tips my chin up, forcing me to look at him. I can't help but return his smile.   "Let Daddy show you how."   Wrapping his hand around mine, he shows me how to stroke him, where to place pressure, how to tease the head. As I get better, I find myself wanting to try new techniques, new grips and rhythms. When a bead of clear fluid rises to the tip of his cock, I can't help myself. I lick it off.   "Shit." His hand tightens in my hair. "Do that again, would you, sweetheart?"   "Okay." I make my way down the bed and position myself at eye-level with his cock. Carefully, I stand him straight-up and draw my tongue across the salty head.   My father growls. "Lick the shaft. Lick whole shaft for me, baby."   I glide my tongue from the base of his cock to the very top and am rewarded with another drop of precum and a deep, throaty grunt. Without prompting, I take the head of his cock into my mouth and start to suck.   He mutters. "That's it, baby. Keep doing that."   I bob my head, taking him in as far as I can until I gag. His hand still in my hair, he doesn't force me down, but he doesn't pull me off either. I concentrate on maintaining good suction and a steady rhythm.   "Wrap your hand around the shaft," he says. "Like that, yeah. Now move your hand along with your mouth... That's perfect. Fuck, angel, you're a natural cocksucker."   Pride swells in my chest. I keep stroking and sucking, trying to take more of his cock into my mouth with each pass. I love the way he tastes and the natural, male scent of him. Gently, I cradle his balls with my free hand. The shaft pulses in my fist as I whirl my tongue around the head and then take him deep.   "I'm gonna come," he says. "If you don't want me to come in your mouth, just switch to your hand."   As soon as he says it, I know I want him to come in my mouth. I start sucking like my life depends on it, like the past, the present and the future are all hinging on my ability to make my father paint the back of my throat. He groans, his hips lifting. I thought I was ready for it, but when the first spurt of hot, salty cum hits my tongue, I gag. My eyes water. I hold my breath and wait for him to finish pulsing, then let his cock slide out. I hold his cum in my mouth, a little grossed out, but mostly bewildered.   He touches his thumb to my bottom lip. "You can spit it out if you want."   I take his offer to spit as a challenge. Ever the overachiever, I tip my head back and swallow. His cum slides down my throat easily, leaving a slight aftertaste. I can tell he's pleased by the way his gaze darkens.   "That was amazing. You're amazing." He pulls me from my spot at the bottom of the bed into his arms and kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my neck. He kisses my mouth, which surprises me since I've only just swallowed his cum. "I can't believe we just did that."   I can, and I want to do more. I strip out of my tank top, wrap my leg around his hips, and start kissing his neck. My father's hands find my breasts and begin kneading them. I nudge his pajama pants further down his legs with my foot, and he takes them off. Now we're both naked, tangled in each other.   "Daddy," I say breathlessly, as he licks my nipple. "I want you to..."   "What do you want me to do, sweetie?" He pushes my breasts together so he can suck both nipples at once. My clit throbs. It feels so fucking good. "Tell me."   My mind is a jumble of needs and wants and desperately-must-haves. I wet my lips, running my fingers through his blond hair, threaded with silver. "I want you to be the one to do it."   "To do what?" The words come out muffled, spoken with my nipple in his mouth.   "I want you to take my virginity."   He pauses for the briefest of seconds, then kisses my breasts and looks at me. "You're sure?"   "I am." I trace the lines of his face with my fingertip. It's a handsome face, a familiar face, one I've known my entire life, yet it's almost as though I'm seeing it—seeing him—for the first time. My dad kisses me deeply, stroking my tongue with his own as he moves to lie on top of me. He reaches between my legs, his fingers finding my opening.   “You're still so fucking wet," he says, working a long, slick finger into my pussy. I've finger-fucked myself before, but his hands are bigger. I hold onto his shoulders and try and relax my muscles. He pulls out, adds a second finger, and strokes my clit with his thumb.   I rock my hips to meet his gentle thrusts. "Daddy, it feels so good."   "It doesn't hurt?"   I shake my head. "Not at all."   My dad withdraws from my body, brings his fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean. "You're delicious, angel."   I lace my fingers into his hair and guide his lips to mine for a taste. I am delicious. The two of us, together, are delicious. He's still kissing me when I feel the head of his cock, rock-hard again, against my folds.   "This might hurt a little," he says.   "Why, because your dick is so big?" I can tell he likes the sound of that by the dimples in his cheeks.   "Just keep breathing, babygirl." He rubs my clit with the tip of his cock and then prods my opening. He stops. "Shit. I should go get a condom."   "No, it's okay. I'm on the pill."   "But you don't always take it. I've seen the packet in your bathroom."   "I don't care." I reach between us to stroke his shaft, so thick and veiny. "I want to feel you inside me. Just you."   He looks at my hand, wrapped around him, urging him on. "Fuck, angel, I want to. I really fucking want to, but I don't know..."   I tilt my head and don my very best puppy-dog eyes, the ones that have never failed to earn me an extra scoop of ice cream or another hour of screen time before bed. "Pretty please, Daddy."   My father smiles wickedly. "How could I say no to that?"   I bite my lip and giggle, which quickly becomes a whimper as he drives his cock forward. Not too fast but not too slow either. My insides feel like they're being rearranged, stretched and pushed around to accommodate him. It hurts. He withdraws part-way and then drives back in, bottoming out. I swear I can feel his cock behind my belly button.   "Jesus fuck, you're so tight." The veins and muscles in his arms bulge as he holds himself above me. "Are you okay?"   "It hurts a little."   "Give it a second. You just need to get used to it." He drops down onto his elbows so he can kiss me. I'm so distracted by his tongue in my mouth that I barely notice when he starts to move in and out of my pussy.   By the time I realize he's fucking me—like, actually fucking me—I can't believe how good it feels. The pain is barely an echo. But oh, the pleasure. The motherfucking pleasure. I brace my feet on the bed so I can buck my hips in time with my dad's thrusts. He kisses my neck and plays with my nipple.   "You like that, angel?" he rasps. "You like having your dad's cock inside you?"   "Yeah. I love it, Daddy."   "Good girl. Christ, how'd I get so fucking lucky?"   "I'm the lucky one."   I fold my arms around his neck. My father grinds his pelvis against mine on a deep in-thrust, putting pressure on my clit and making me moan. My heart beats like thunder in my chest, as pleasure zaps along my spine like chain-lightning. I had no idea sex could feel this good. My dad had made sure it would feel this good, and now I don't see how it could ever feel this good with anyone else.   He pulls out and kneels in front of me, stroking his shiny cock. "Want to mix it up?"   I nod my head eagerly. I'm willing to try anything with him.   "Get on your hands and knees."   I move into position, glancing back to watch him kneel behind me. I can't get enough of the look on his face as he squeezes my ass cheeks and spreads my knees wider is. He pets my pussy, stroking the sensitive lips. I watch him from between my legs. He fingers my clit and my legs tremble. I'm going to come again if he keeps this up. I think he knows it, because he doesn't stop fingering me, even as he guides his cock to my pussy.   "Tell me if it's too much," he says.   I'm not sure what he means. Then he plunges inside me and I cry out.   "Oh my god." I drop onto my elbows. "How are you even in that deep?"   "It's the position," he says, caressing my back. "Shit, angel, your pussy is amazing. I won't last long like this."   "That's okay, Daddy. I want you to come in me."   The sound he makes is pure lust, and my father's cock drives into me, hard and fast, his pelvis hitting my ass with each thrust. I feel my clit pulse against his fingers. I beg him not to stop, though it comes out sounding like a mishmash of whimpers and consonants. Still, he gets it, and soon I'm moaning again, rolling my hips again, my muscles clenching his cock in the most intense orgasm I didn't know I was capable of having, because before now, I had never come with anything thicker than a few fingers inside me.   "Angelbaby." He breathes the word. "I love you so fucking much."   I'm too delirious to speak. His hands grip my waist, then glide up to squeeze my shoulders so he can rail me. I love it, every inch of it. I even love the pain. He grunts and tenses. He pounds into me, once, twice, five times by the end of it, holding my hips in place as he comes. I feel his cock pulsing, and I swear I can feel his cum filling me. We stay like this, breathing loudly in the dark, until his cock softens. He rests his forehead on my back and slips out of my pussy. I reach between my legs to catch the stream of cum that follows. It's hot and messy. It's everything I wanted.   My dad grabs a handful of tissues from my bedside table and wipes me gently, like a baby. He cleans the wet spot on the sheet as best he can. I shift onto my back and watch him, not sure of what to say and hoping he'll be the first to speak. He clears his throat.   "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" His gaze darts to my face and then away again. He's nervous. I don't want him to be nervous. I want to make him happy.   I hold out my hand to him. "Really good, Daddy."   My dad smiles, relieved, then takes my hand and lets me pull him into bed beside me. I kiss him. I kiss him until my lips are tender, and then I keep kissing him. He draws the covers over us and settles in like before, with my back to his front. Only, everything is different now.   "Thank you, Daddy" I whisper into the dark.   "For what, angel?"   I kiss the back of his hand and he hugs me tightly.   "I'm your dad, Jen. My place is here with you. I'm not going anywhere." His hand glides over my breasts and down my stomach. He cups my pussy, tender and swollen, in his palm. "Not now, not ever."   Thirsty for Milk It all started a few weeks ago... I had been a hot and horny 19 year old, with a hot stepsister named Susan, who was a year younger than I, with the fully developed body of a girl in her 20s. She was about 5'5" and 120 pounds, dirty blonde hair, and dark brown eyes.   School had let out for the year and as a result, Susan was home.. like, a lot. However, cheer practice was still in full swing, and she always was coming home from school so beat down from practice that she'd sleep on the couch, laying down. I was afraid at first, I could see her mouth open slightly, wet and inviting, but I wanted to play with her so bad. I started out simple, touching the tip of my cock to her fingers, letting the precum collect on her finger tips. Watching her the whole while, she didn't stir. Did I dare go for it? I leaned over her head, being careful to be sure I pushed all of the pre-cum I had to the tip of my cock, before touching the tip of my cock to her lips.   Almost immediately, I watched as her tongue went to where I touched her lips and licked up the pre-cum. As she lay there, I kept jacking my cock and looking at her face, when suddenly her eyelids fluttered, but that was because of REM sleep right? I ended up circling her mouth, outlining her lips with my precum. At some point she had turned her head so that now it was flat on the couch, facing the ceiling. I leaned in even more, my cock at this time was like a faucet, the precum just kept oozing non-stop. I milked as much precum out of my cock as I could, watching as it fell down, straight into her still partly open mouth. I needed to cum so badly, I was ready to say fuck it and go to the bathroom to finish, when I felt something warm and wet on the head of my dick.   I looked down and saw my sister's soft brown eyes looking up at me from below my balls, her tongue on the tip of my cockhead. I started to back away but as I did she wrapped her lips around my cock, shaking her head and pulling me closer.   That's all it took for me to unload.   My dick erupted geyser after geyser of hot cum into my own sister's mouth. Her eyes widened with the shock of it and she attempted to swallow as much as she could, but before long, my cum collected rapidly in the corners of her mouth and ran down her cheeks. My cock continued convulsing into her mouth as she reached up and grabbed my balls with one hand and with the other milked my dick. Once satisfied she kissed the head of my dick and looked up at me.   “Its about time you got up the nerver for some physical contact, little bro.” She joked.    It turned out she'd been keeping an eye on me for nearly a year. She had always watched me through the bathroom, jacking off into the little cups (something i used to do to measure the volume i produced). Apparently one day i had forgotten to clean up, and she took advantage of it, draining the cup dry.   She'd decided however, that she wanted to taste it straight from the tap this time. Thus when she "took her nap" on the couch today, I noticed her eyes moving behind her eyelids and she'd “turned” her head up towards my cock. She figured that I'd back down if I knew she was awake but she was desperate to taste all of my cum.   She liked it so much, in fact, that she would frequently allow me to jack off into her mouth. Not every guy was as lucky as I to have a girl that would readily guzzle down his cum. As much as I wanted to stick my dick into my sister's sweet pussy and deposit my thick seed, she was worried about getting pregnant by me. But that never stopped her from drinking from me, like she drank milk from the bottle. Game Night  John gazed at the window sadly. It was wintertime, and a snowstorm was beginning to form. He didn't know if they could make it.   Today was Friday. Every Friday, ever since he had graduated from high school, John played some video games with a few people. They were all boys, except for a girl, Sophia. Now, despite her gender, she was just as skilled as the others. Some could even say she was better. And she was hot, too.   As he was absorbed in his thoughts, he noticed the snowstorm began to pick up... then the doorbell rang. "Who'd be out at this hour?" he thought. Despite the cold and the fact that he wasn't wearing warm clothes, he reluctantly opened the door. There, standing against the cold storm, was Sophia. Her dark, wavy hair frosted by the wind, and her eyes pleading for warmth.   "Sophie? What are you doing here?" he asked.   "It was pretty hard to get here, but I made it," she replied, "is anyone else coming?"   "Probably not," he said, "but you should stay here until the storm subsides."   "Oh, thank goodness!" she exclaimed. "It's so cold out here..."   John made two cups of hot cocoa as he saw her take off her jacket, revealing her marvelous curves; a slim waist and sizeable breasts to match. He realized they were alone together, in his house.   "Um... I made some hot chocolate," he finally said.   "Really? That's very nice of you." Sophia replied. They sat near the fireplace, warming themselves as they sipped their hot chocolate. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.   1 minute later Sophia was on top of him, locking lips with each other on his couch. John felt her breasts pressing into him, and her dark hair falling on him. His heartbeat was increasing, and she could feel it. "You like this, don't you?" she realized.   "Yeah," he admitted. She got off of him and began to undress, taking off her sweater and her pants first, down to her bra and thong, then finally took off everything to show her big, supple tits. He saw her smooth skin, and gazed at her large butt. He was getting hard just looking at her.   "Is this your first time?" Sophia asked.   "Yes," he admitted sheepishly. But when he found out the same was for her, his spirits lifted a little... no, a lot.   Sophia unbuckled his pants, and grabbed his now bulging cock. She got a feel for it, seeing how smooth it was. Then she inserted the mass into her mouth.   "This feels warm," John thought, who could still not believe this was happening.   She began to suck him, embedding his balls in between her tits. He began to get harder, in an immense state of pleasure.   "You're amazing..." John said dreamily as she sucked him faster and faster. Finally, after a few minutes of intimate sucking, streams of cum leaked out of him. She tried to swallow all of it as he filled her mouth, but soon some escaped and trickled down her body. Sophia giggled a bit as she watched him end his climax.   "My turn," John said.   He bent over and began to lick her pussy, first feeling the edges and slowly digging into the middle. Sophia began to moan, as she said, "Please, feel my tits..." Still sucking her, John began to massage her tits, eventually moving to her nipples. They were hard... very hard.   Slowly he began to squeeze them, as she moaned even louder. "You're marvelous," Sophia exclaimed breathlessly, "are you sure this is your first time?" He nodded, as he sucked faster and faster, feeling her hips buck. Soon after, she finally climaxed. Her pussy was a flowing river of discharge, but he managed to suck her clean.   "You're too good," she said raspily, "pop my cherry, I want you so badly..." Sophia's eyes begged for his cock, and he couldn't resist. John finally obliged, excited to lose his virginity and take another's at the same time. Seeing her plead for him made him even harder than before, and he slowly inserted some of his cock inside of her marvelous butt, missionary style. He could feel a barrier that would soon be destroyed. He teased her, rubbing his cock around her clit as she begged him to pop her cherry. He then grabbed her tits and, by surprise, he slammed into her, inserting his full length and smashing her barrier. They both moaned together in a state of pleasure. He had done it! He had taken her virginity, and she was now entirely his.   John then began a rhythm, starting slow to warm up to her, then accelerating faster and faster until he was going as fast as he could. "Sophia has a very nice pussy," he thought. They could see each other's lewd expressions, as she moaned louder to the feeling of his cock drilling into her. As his hips began bucking again, and he too felt an increasingly pleasing feeling that signified an approaching climax. He moved even faster then before, the full length of his cock entering inside of her. They gazed at each other dreamily until he admitted, "I think I'm going to cum soon..."   Despite this, she locked him between her legs, which surprised him. But it was too late; just the feeling of her body tipped him over as streams of cum began shooting out once again. His surging cum began filling her pussy, until it trickled out of her and down his legs. John was in a felt a combination of surprise and pleasure, and he saw that Sofphia mirrored his expression, as she had climaxed soon after him.   Still out of breath, Sophia got up and said,   "Now, its my turn." as she laid Luca down on the couch. A Mother's Instincts  When Daniel's parents got a divorce after twenty-five years of marriage, Daniel decided to move his mom in with him. It was no problem, as the young man was quite the successful cook at a popular hotel restaurant. Daniel often worked long, hard hours at the restaurant, and as a result he was usually kept out rather late. As ironic as it seemed, Daniel often returned home hungry. Therefore, the first thing he would do when he got home was raid the refrigerator.   The other night, as Daniel was in the process of making a late night snack, he heard a noise out on the patio. Thinking it might be a burglar, Daniel slowly snuck over to the glass French doors, and cautiously peeked outside. In the bright light of a full moon, he spotted his mom climbing into the hot tub, the moonlight playing along her naked body as she slowly lowered herself into the steaming hot water.   As she turned slightly and the moonlight highlighted her breasts, Daniel's eyes widened in wonder. He had never noticed before just how large his mom’s breasts were. He found himself wishing that she would turn so he could see all of his mom naked. As though reading his mind, she turned a bit farther, causing her thick bush to come into view. It was a welcoming change, as all the other girls that Daniel fucked preferred to trim their pussy hair short or else completely bald. It had the desired effect, as Daniel found his cock stirring in his pants.   “Daniel, sweetie, is that you?” his mom called out, as she then submerged herself from the shoulders down in the warmth of the hot tub.   "Yeah," He answered as he opened the French doors, hoping to get another quick glance at his mom naked before he went to bed. "I was making a sandwich, when I heard a noise on the patio and thought I should investigate it."   "No, it's only me. I couldn't sleep and figured i would relax in the hot tub for a little while." She replied. "Mm….will you be a good boy and hand me that towel over there?" She asked, pointing to a deck chair.   "yeah, sure, Mom," he agreed, as he then grabbed the towel and approached her. He didn't reach out and hand it to her, instead, he walked right up to the side of the hot tub. "Where do you want me to put it?" he asked.   "I'll take it," she said. She then stood up in front of him, giving him a perfect view of everything. His mom’s sexy body was now almost in arms reach, and she took the towel from him. She then turned around, and placed it on the other side of the hot tub - much to her son’s surprise. She turned back around and his eyes followed his mom's big beautiful breasts as they once again disappeared back into the water.   "you're staring.” his mom observed.   "Sorry Mom, I guess I never thought of you as a woman before." Daniel blushed at having been caught, and averted his eyes.   "Gee, thanks there." His mom replied.   ‘I just meant that i have always looked to you as mom, not as a sexy, beautiful woman." Daniel quickly corrected.   "Thank you. I haven't felt that way in a long time." his mom replied, blushing a little.   After what seemed like a long time with neither of them saying something, Daniel turned to go, but his mom quickly stopped him.   "Wait, wouldn't you like to have a relaxing soak after a hard days work, Baby?"   "Sure, Mom, I'll go get my trunks." he replied, hoping that the time in the house would help him get rid of his now painfully obvious hard-on.   "Come on you got to see me naked. Don't you think you think that I would like to see a handsome young man naked, even if he is my son?"   "Um...Mom, I hate to say this but seeing you naked got me all worked up." he waited for her to reply, figuring she would say something about him going inside… to forget that this happened, or worse he was sick for even the mention of it, but she didn't.   "First, it’s normal for a man to get an erection. Second, now that we are living together, it is important that we are not nervous around each other. So maybe, just maybe, if I get to see you naked like you saw me, things will feel a little more normal. Third, I have seen a few hardened cocks in my life, after all I'm not a virgin. You exist as proof to that. Finally, I know you enjoyed looking at me naked. So go ahead, strip and get in here with me."   Daniel stood in awe as his mom said all this, a little stunned at her attitude, but very happy.   "So….are you going to take your clothes off now, or am i simply going to have to undress you like I did when you were little?" His mom asked, as she stood once again - her body revealed in all her glorious, naked splendor.   She decided to take her son’s grin for an answer. Daniel silently watched as his mom climbed out of the tub. Her wet hands felt good on his hot skin, as she slid her hands under his shirt, removing it and then running her hands over his bare chest. Her nails teased his nipples, and she then knelt down and unbuckled his belt. Daniel held his breath as his mom unfastened his pants, pulling down his zipper and tugging down his pants. His hard cock popped out immediately, almost smacking his mom in the face.   "sorry, I should have warned you. I don't wear underwear anymore." Daniel said turning a little red.   "Mm...your cock is so much bigger than your father’s, his brother’s… and I believe even my own brother’s cock too. And he had a monster cock." Daniel’s mom answered as she held her son's cock for the first time.   "You…you …saw all their cocks, Mom?" He asked, as his mom slowly began to slide her hand up and down his cock.   "You know I saw your father's cock all the time, not that it was any pleasure. As far as his brother, your uncle, is concerned, that was after one drink too many one night. Might sound weird, but my brother's cock I saw all the time growing up. He used to have me watch him play with himself until he came. In fact, it was our little secret." His mom said, as she continued slowly jerking her son's big cock. She then released her son’s cock, stood, turned and walked back to the hot tub. Daniel stood there and watched in amazement as his mom climbed into the hot tub and faced him.   "So are you going to join me or not?" asked Maria.   "You watched your brother play with his cock?" Daniel repeated, a little stunned.   "There's nothing wrong with that," she cooed as he settled into hot tub, closing her eyes. "In fact it was kind of exciting. Anyway, i am telling you this simply so that you can be more comfortable around me and so that you know you aren’t the first blood relative to get hard around me."   For about ten minutes neither one of them said a word, then Daniel asked, "what would you say, if I said that I would like for you to watch me masturbate?"   His mom was silent for a second, then smiled and licked her lips, "Sure, Honey. Go ahead and stroke that big thick cock of yours. I'd love to watch you cum for momma."   Daniel wasted no time, instead he sat up on the edge of the hot tub and grabbed his throbbing cock and started to slide his hand up and down, his mom’s eyes following the movements of her son's hand as he slid it along the length of his big cock.   " I want to see your body." he said.   His mom slowly stood up in response to her son's wishes. Daniel watched and tried to memorize every detail of his his mom’s body as she stood: the look on her face, the slight blush to her skin, the way the droplets of water rolled down her breasts and off her nipples. Even the curves of her hips and the matted hair covering her pussy lips looked so incredibly sexy, it was incredible that he didnt cum right then and there. Slowly he jerked on his cock as it throbbed in his hand, all the while his mom’s naked body within arm’s reach.   " please, will you spread your legs so I can see your pussy better? He asked.   Again, she didn't say anything but instead responded to her son's request. Spreading her legs wide so her son could stare at the folds of her moist, gleaming pussy. She didn't have to be told what to do next as she reached down and spread her lips open for his eyes to feast on her pink wetness.   She watched in eager excitement as he pumped his cock faster, staring lustfully at her spread pussy. Of course, he didn't remember actually moving, but Daniel soon stood before his mom, his hard cock jutting out between them, nearly touching her wet body. He cupped his mom's heavy breasts, squeezing them and pinching her hardened nipples, twisting them slightly between his thumb and forefinger. His mom shuddered and shivered from her son's touch.   "you like this?"   He twisted his mom's nipples a little more and then pulled on them, causing her to tremble and then blow out a breath as her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her mouth going slack.   "Yes,… baby,… I do." She moaned., and Daniel had never wanted a woman so bad as he wanted his mom in that exact moment.   At this moment Daniel thought that if he wanted to, he could push his mom back on the deck and slam his cock into her wet pussy. In fact, that thought made his cock jump… hard. But… what if… what if she was simply just caught up in this game like he was and when he started fucking her, she freaked. With that thought in mind he quickly decided to wait until she asked for it. Then… and only then did he plan to fuck her like she had never been fucked before.   His mom allowed her hand to travel up her son's leg, and gently she cupped her son's balls. However, he must have had other ideas, because he took her hand off his balls and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Placing his hand over hers and guiding her in how he wanted her to please him.   She soon caught on to the rhythm and pressure that he liked, and he allowed her to continue her movements, as his hands returned to her breasts, caressing them and then pinching her nipples. Her body trembled as she stroked her son's hard cock. They both started to make little sounds of pleasure as they continued touching each other. Of course it didn't take long before Daniel once more began feeling that hot tingle in his groin, signaling an impending orgasm.   " Faster!" Daniel gasped, "I'm gonna cum!"   Her hand picked up speed., and her face was half hidden behind her hair as she focused on watching her hand as she stroked her son's cock. She lustfully licked her lips and grinned as her son's cock throbbed in her grip. He was trembling all over and his knees were shaking, while his mom tugged on his balls, her other hand continuing to pump up and down his shaft. Daniel knew he was going to cum any minute.   However, when he came, not only did he cum hard, but the first spurt of his  cum caught them both by surprise. A large glob of cum hit her squarely between the eyes, and as it began to drop down the front of her nose, Daniel continued to shoot his mom with cum… it wasn't long before she was taking a facial cum bath. In fact, it was much like something out of a porn film. Of course, she honestly didn't seem to mind because she didn't stop stroking or release her son’s cock… even as his cum poured out, flying in thick heavy spurts across her face. Some even went in her mouth and she licked her lips, as other loads splashed across her nose, cheeks, and even her hair. It just kept pouring out of him in thick waves like nothing he had ever experienced.   Some of his cum, as she tugged on his cock, splashed down across her neck and ran down across her breasts. When she had gotten everything out of him, his mom let go and slowly licked her lips, tasting her son's thick cream. Daniel leaned against the side of the hot tub, while his mom sat there like nothing had happened.   "Sorry Mom, I didn't mean for that to happen." Danny said, a little embarrassed.   "I'm not mad, baby." she smiled. She then scooped some of the cum from her breasts and sucked it off her fingers.   "you taste wonderful, Hon. Just next time... keep it on my tits and out of my face." she stood, turned and reached for the towel. In this position Daniel had a beautiful view of his mom's puffy pussy lips.   " your turn, Mom." Daniel said.   "what did you… oh… oh my godddddd." she nearly screamed as her son’s finger slid between her wet pussy lips, at the same time his thumb locating her engorged clit. She gasped in pleasure as her son gently worked over her pussy. His finger slid in and out of his mom's pussy.   "Stop, please … you shouldn't…” the words came out in short bursts, and Daniel removed his finger from his mom’s wet hole, causing a growl from his mom. "what …what are you doing?"   "You said stop, so.." Daniel smirked.   "forget what I said and get your finger back in me." his mom snapped, arching her mound against him, towards his hand.   This time he slammed two fingers deep in his moms pussy, causing her to moan and rock her hips. Her breasts began to swing as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of his mom. Daniel then rotated his finger inside her pussy, pausing briefly to take his thumb away from his mom’s clit, choosing to focus on her asshole with his wet thumb.   Only once before in her lifetime had someone played with her asshole. Of course, that encounter had ended with her being fucked in the ass as well, and she loved every minute of it. Daniel was honestly a little surprised how easy his thumb slid in his mom's ass but he loved it. She bucked back against his hand even harder.   "yesss, that feels so good! So good, don't stop, faster…faster..! Oh fuck!!!!!! I'm cumming!" She screamed, before going limp on the deck, as Daniel removed his wet fingers from her. He brought his fingers to his nose to inhale his mom's scent and then to his mouth to taste her.   Daniel then sat and waited for his mom to calm down, and when she did, she sank back down into the hot tub next to her son and rested her head on his shoulder. Summer Fun As the summer weeks passed, the inevitable separation weighed on both mother and son. She wanted to hold him longer, kiss him more.   Ten days before her son was supposed to leave, June approached him.   "We didn't do the mountain this year, how about today?"   Every year, at least once, they climbed to the top of what they jokingly called, “the mountain.” It was small, but the highest point in the area. It was about a 25 minute walk up to the view, and provided probably the only point of solitude in the town. When they got to the top they sat close to each other on the grass, and after a deep breath June looked at her son and said,   “I wish we could stay in this moment forever. It seems so peaceful.”   He caught her off-guard when he suddenly leaned over and kissed her, sending the butterflies once again to flutter places she had been trying not to think about. She knew she should stop him before trouble began, but she lost the will, instead allowing him to kiss her. In fact, she wanted it. Besides, he was only her stepson , her mind reasoned, so why not allow it ? She let him touch her, and his hand brushed over her panties. He kissed the wet area, and pressed his lips to her cloth-covered pussy, kissing all over her pussy, causing her nerve endings to explode in a thousand little fires whenever he chanced upon her clit. He then firmly pulled her panties down, and since her skirt was already messed up, her pussy was clearly exposed.   Her mind went wild with thoughts like, “He's going to take me.” With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see anything, and she fully expected the feel of his cock on her opening, forcing himself in, for she was pretty tight, not having had sex in months. Instead, came the feathery feel of his lips on her folds, and then his tongue, exploring, teasing, and tasting.   Her surprise was compounded by fragments of old ideas telling her that men don't like to do that, and the fact that a tiny part of her brain was still screaming maybe she shouldn't let him... but that feeling, oh God that feeling when he sucked on her magic spot.   “What is it,” she thought, “that's going right through me and sending a tremble across my skin?”   He licked at her as she squirmed and moaned, and then he opened her legs. Again she thought he would take her, but instead he continued to tease the swollen clit that his tongue had exposed from its previously hooded home, until June began thinking that he should take her, because the ache to have his cock inside her was too much to bear. And just as she was about to beg him to enter her, she began cumming hard.   June's eyes opened in surprise as her back arched and she stifled most of the scream that the orgasm triggered. The majority of her cries were almost unintelligible because it came from so deep in her throat. It was with a whimpering cry until the spasms subsided and the trembling stopped. Not her infrequent amounts of masturbation, and certainly not her one incident of intercourse had ever produced anything even close to the stirring wave that now shuddered through her body. Her son kept his mouth on her until she finished, then lifted her skirt higher to kiss her belly.   "Oh God, honey...it felt so good...was it bad for you baby?"   He then looked at her, confused, "What do you mean mom?"   She said, "Well I thought that men don't like... that." She indicated down to her still-soaked pussy, and he laughed.   "Maybe foolish guys, but I loved doing that, and you taste great. Hell, I would love to do that to you every day..."   "Oh honey," she said, "I think we should go home before I say something that really gets me in trouble."   June usually slept late, so after dinner she asked him to wake her in the morning because they were going into the next town over to shop for his travel needs. In the morning they began discussing details of his going, when he saw her eyes filling.   She stopped and said, "I'm going to lose you aren't I?"   He said without conviction, "No mom."   She said, "Yes, you're going to go away, and be away, and find a new life, and love someone else. You're not going to love me anymore. Not in the way you used to."   He said, "Mom, what I wanted you to do for me back then, back when i was younger, is something I now know that we both need. I still want you mom, that's not going to change. But lately you've been telling me that you want me too. Am I imagining it all mom, or is it true?"   "Yes, I wanted to… i still want to. From the first time you kissed me, I knew I wanted you, but I was afraid we were doing something wrong - that it could only cause trouble, that I did something bad to you."   “Mom,” He asked, was it bad that you loved me, that I loved you, that we loved each other? When I made love to you yesterday, was that a bad thing? You did something that showed me how much you can give, and you were brave, you weren't afraid. You took me in your mouth because you love me. Was it so wrong for you to love me that way?"   "Yes darling, of course I was loving you. But it's different if you're inside me"   "Yes it's different mom, because it's as close as you can get to someone. It says, 'I am yours and you are mine.' It say's, 'I don't hold anything back from this person...' It says all those things even if it's a mother and her son. And I'll tell you what kind of mother you'd be. You'd be a mother who loves her son so much, she'll do things that that others might think is wrong, but she doesn't. And if you think it's wrong, then don't let me touch you like this."   He put his hand on her breast and fondled it as she closed her eyes. "And don't let me touch you like this," he said as he put his other hand between her legs. "And don't open your body and heart to me."   She said, "Oh honey..." and she gave him the kiss they had both been waiting for, the kiss of a mother who was about to love her son completely. He took off her clothes and she went to her bed anxiously waiting for him to disrobe. She reached her arms to him as she opened her legs, exposing the place in which she wanted him to be.   He came to her and brought his cock to his mother's opening. He hesitated for just an instant in awesome recognition that it was his mother's pussy that he was about to penetrate. The head pushed past the soft folds and split the almost virginal flower. He continued to push into the moist passage and fully inserted himself. He had always been more excited by the many incest stories he'd read than by the limited sexual experiences he'd had, but there was nothing to compare to actually feeling his manhood encircled by the walls of his mother's vagina while feeling the sensations of moving in her grasping passage.   June could feel as her son stretched and engorged the place that had been wanting his touch for so long. He pushed into her belly until he bottomed out, and as he gave his mother the full length of his cock in long even strokes, he still couldnt believe he was in her.   They moved as if they been lovers for years, fitted in their carnal embrace. He held her and kissed her and she moaned with the new sensations of being penetrated to the core. There was no letdown in having his mother, under him with her legs open, taking the full length of his cock inside her, touching him and telling him how good it all is. And as June took the deep penetrations of her son inside her, she knew that he was more than fucking her. The fire burned and flashed throughout their first sexual union and the mother felt herself approaching orgasm as the lengthy insertions of her son penetrated her pussy. They both raced to the edge and all that was left to know was which catalyst would throw them over.   Almost instantly he rocketed his first a cord of sperm into his mother's writhing pussy. Gratifying warmth washed over his mother as he came inside her, pouring his milky semen into her womb.   "Yes baby, yes," his mother's words smiled as she felt her son giving her the juices she had once tasted and now accepted into her body with love. As her thoughts swirled to the fantastical, she wanted him to never stop coming inside her. Pleasure covered her, knowing that her son wanted her, that he was hard for her, and inside her. They rested entwined, and after he caught his breath, he smiled, as he  placed his hand on his mother's belly and said, "Mom, maybe one day I'll be able to make you happy in another way.”   It wasn't long before he was once more inside June; mother and son, locked in the embrace that most would find incomprehensible. Text: James Thomas Cover: Public Domain All rights reserved. Publication Date: February 23rd 2022 https://www.bookrix.com/-nh7d845ff994385

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Anonymous (: Seduction Impossible Chapter 1 - Him... "And I mean, he's a great fuck and all, but I'm more than just a pussy, y'know?" Alyssa, my best friend complained. She, like all my other friends always seemed to come to me with all their guy problems. Like who the fuck am I, the Oprah of guys and sex problems? Nope. Quite the opposite, actually. I'm the awkward virgin friend who's never even kissed a fucking guy before. Yet they still expect me to understand this shit?! I, Olivia Brandyn, haven't even had a boyfriend since the third grade. I broke up with the kid, Paul something I think, because he wouldn't play with me at recess. They all know this yet a billion times a day I get asked stuff like: - If he texts me this what do you think it means?      - Do you think he likes me?      - Should we have sex?      - Should I this? Do guys like that? What do you think he likes?      - Blah blah blowjob blah blah handjob blah blah blah? Like seriously. I think a 12 year old would have better answers than me. And it's not that I'm ugly, or a closet lesbian, or a prude. I like guys, I do  think about sex, I'm just shy as hell. And awkward. But it's my senior year, and I don't want to be like a 40 year old virgin. I feel ready, I just have a particular guy in mind. My eyes dart over by his locker while my perpetually confused best friend rambles on about more crap going on with her and Jared. There he was. I bit my lip looking over his long, toned body. He wore a tight Henley shirt in a grey color that made his blue eyes scream for attention. He wore sexy jeans that weren't douchey and faded, and he wore them slouchily without sagging them like a prison bitch who wants it in the ass. A sexy leather jacket and blackout Vans completed his hot ensemble.  I smiled as he laughed and ran a hand through his short yet shaggy, rich brown hair. His laugh deep and husky, twisting my stomach in tingly knots. His teeth were straight and neat without being too straight or politician white. He licked his lips before nodding to whatever his friend said. "Oh, drooling over Aaron again instead of consoling your best friend?" Alyssa teased, sending blood to my cheeks. The way she'd sneered his name did his hotness no justice. He was a god. And one I'd GLADLY kneel before (If ya catch my drift). "Shuttup." I mumbled, shrugging,"He's just so..." "Dreeeeeamy?" She cooed, completing my sentence right as the first bell rang. Starting out the first day of our last year in hell, err I mean high school. I wore an old loose black t shirt that had a white outline of a human heart on the front. On on the back I'd cut it out like a skull, you could see my back skin thorough the holes. I wore faded denim cut offs over lace tights with converse. My eyes were outlined with cat eyes but not to look like a raccoon or anything. I wore my naturally blond hair down, long and wavy, and kept it over my shoulder to show off the back of my shirt. I was 100% myself. I figured why overdress for the first day, these people know me by now, and if they don't, I don't give a rats. I hugged my best friend who had followed the same policy. She wore slashed leggings with Punkrose sneakers and a crew-neck sweatshirt that read: break necks not hearts. Her hair was up in a sloppy/ dressy bun and her lips were ruby red. But we'd helped pick each others' outfits so I already knew that! We hugged and I held up my phone as if to say 'text me, hobag' and then we went our separate ways to homeroom. I walked in just in time for the final bell to sound and slipped discreetly toward the back of class. I settled into a desk in the corner and slipped my bag off my shoulders. I pulled out a pen and notebook, like a good little student. I applied nude lipgloss to my lips and turned to the front when suddenly, a fashionably and deliciously late Aaron walks through the door. Of course there's an empty seat next to me  and the seat on the other side happens to be occupied by his fellow band member Spencer. Oh yeah, as if Aaron weren't hot enough, he's in a band. And has tattoos. So there's no wonder why as he walked smirkingly toward the empty desk my temperature rose and my heartbeat thundered. Oh boy...                                                                                                                                           -AARON-       I knew Drew would make me late. I'd spent the last 3 minutes cooling off in the bathroom after Drew had told me a long and vivid description of the sex he'd had the other night. It left me with a raging hard-on that I was incapable of hiding so I went to the bathroom, splashed water on my face and started speaking Spanish to myself as a distraction. I'd gotten it to lessen enough where an quick adjustment and the walk to class would allow me to have hidden myself effectively. I stepped into homeroom and all that cooling off was nearly reversed. I was speaking full blown paragraphs of Spanish to myself as I walked toward the empty seat next to the drummer for my band, Spencer. On the other side of the empty desk was a mysterious girl who was beyond hot. I snuck a glance over at her and she was biting her lip while drawing something in her notebook. And there we go, no Spanish could help me now, my 'friend' was back in full force. I shifted in my seat and turned away. The teacher began her intro about the school year and I tried to engage in a conversation but my mind was on the pouty lipped, gray eyed, sexy girl humming a familiar tune on the other side of me. Her voice had a sweet, clear quality but I could hear an incredibly sexy rasp to it. After a tortuous class the bell rung releasing me from my spell. That was until I saw her bend over to grab her backpack. Her denim shorts hugged her ass perfectly without her looking like a slut. Through holes in the back of her shirt I could see enticingly smooth back skin along with the lacy black strip of her bra. she exuded quiet confidence as she gracefully walked out of class. Holy fuck, my dick pressed hard against the front of my jeans, and I adjusted the best I could but I was burning with desire. I sighed and walked to the next class. Hoping that out of the next 6 classes I'd have at least one more with her.                                                                                                                                          -OLIVIA-     As soon as I was out of class I whipped out my phone and texted Alyssa: - Dude omfg...guess what?!      - What?! Tell me tell me.      - I have homeroom w/ HIM..he sits NEXT to me XD      - Oh shit gurrrrl did you get your flirt on?      - Haha I wish. I'll tell you later, maybe we'll have more classes? hopefully....   She replied and I barely read it. I was still thinking about how his deep arousing, clean musky scent had affected me earlier. I had begun to hum one of his band's songs without even realizing it. Great mother of shitballs I want him.... Chapter 2 - Boom   -OLIVIA- Now it's lunchtime and I meet my smirking best friend by the lockers outside the cafeteria.The last two periods, Government and Women's Lit., had zoomed by. Admittedly it was mostly because of a lack of Aaron in either class. Me and Alyssa had A lunch so I was gladly stepping up toward our meeting spot. That was until she opened her big fat mouth (I kid). "So... You got a class with dreamboat. How was that?" She teased, a sinister smile taking over her face. She grabbed me, still awaiting my answer, and pulled me to the lunchroom. "Oh you know.. it's no big deal. other than the fact that he's hotter than a fucking lava monster!" I giggle as we take our place in the lunch line. "What's for lunch today?" I desperately change the subject. I could barely think about him without spontaneously combusting. "Uhh salad, nachos," she begins falling for my tactic, " and.. oh gurrl!" she grins devilishly at me, "They're serving popsicles!" "SUCK-OFF!" WE yell at the same time, bursting into laughter. 'Suck-off's were something we'd done since 6th grade, before we realized the hidden sexuality, and continued to do now that we had  realized. Now we even played on the sexual innuendo of our favorite game, changing the objective to who could suck their popsicle first, to who could suck it the most sexually, with a straight face first. It had become something of a spectacle for our other friends at the table to watch and some had even began to participate. Saryn and Mila were two who competed, Mila mostly for her bf Drew's entertainment. But the rest of the table just watched and laughed and chanted. I usually wussed out before anyone, because I have no idea how to suck a dick, and I hate looking stupid. We got up to the front of the line and ordered our foods then asked for cherry popsicles. We paid, and then sat at our (practically reserved table). Soon after, the rest of the gang joined us, some with popsicles in hand(* means they have a popsicle), Mila*, Drew, Saryn*, Nastacia, Blythe, Jeremy, and surprisingly Tracy* had a popsicle. "Trace-Trace, you lookin to join?" Alyssa waggled her eyebrows, Tracy just nodded. "Then let it begin. Ladies: wrappers off!" She commanded and we all took out the popsicles. "Suck off!" We all chanted, raising our five popsicles into the air. "Suck, bitches!" Alyssa called. She began by kissing the top and slowly bobbing her head down and she wrapped her lips around the frozen treat. her eyes wandered and I knew she was looking for Jared, hoping to impress him. Saryn attacked hers ferociously, even spitting on the tip a little before sliding it into her mouth. Mila stared directly into Drew's eyes as she kissed down and back up on side before swirling her tongue around he to and taking the top into her mouth. Nastacia and Blythe were laughing at Drew's darkened expression. "Ooowee!" Jeremy catcalled. Tracy timidly licked at her popsicle sneaking glances at Jeremy, awww! She took a deep breath, and much to everyone's surprise, began to deep throat.  I soon realized that all eyes were on me, waiting for me to begin, they didn't expect much from me, the awkward friend. Which was only gonna make mine more shocking. I'd been practicing. I smiled sweetly before licking all the way up one side before swirling my tongue across the top and dipping it into my O-shaped mouth. Everyone clapped for me as we all continued. So naturally, this is the moment when Jared decides to show up, long time best friend in tow. You guessed it folks, Aaron. Jared sat next to Alyssa eyes fixed on what her mouth was doing to her cherry-flavored icy treat. She began to bob her head confidently turning to face Jared. "What. is. actually happening?!" Jared mumbled in disbelief.     "The suck off!" Blythe casually explained. I became aware of Aaron's presence as he slowly sat in the seat across from me. I sheepishly avoided his gazes as I twisted my head, swirling my tongue as I bobbed back up. Nastacia called my name and jokingly cheered me on. I glanced up to see Aaron nodding while smiling sexily. I brazenly held his gaze, if only for a moment as I wrapped my lips tighter, paying special attention to the top of the treat. He nearly choked on a sip of his milk and I blushed, looking away again. Tracy soon wussed out, after putting on a show. Saryn followed suit shrugging but waving flirtatiously at a gawking Spencer who sat at a nearby table. Mila disappeared with Drew ten seconds later. Alyssa and I were the only 2 left. She was putting on quite the show for Jared, his presence only serving to increase her confidence. Me however was going through the motions trying to ignore the husky-breathed sex god sitting opposite me. Alyssa, next to me bumped into me and I let out a little noise which I realized sounded like a moan. I glanced up to see that Aaron had realized this too and blushing I pulled what was left of the popsicle from my mouth and gasped. Alyssa had won and she even stood up and took a bow. Everyone clapped and we started eating our lunches. I carefully avoided his gaze for the rest of lunch. -AARON- ' What the fuck did we just walk up to? ' I thought as we approached the table where my band's guitar player, Jared's current not-girlfriend, Alyssa sat. 5 girls were giving the school lunch popsicles intense blowjobs, and, much to the aching of my groin, the gorgeous girl from first period was partaking. I sat down opposite her to enjoy the show and conceal my boner. Jared seemed as perplexed as I did, and he asked what was happening, a polite brunette casually explained it was a 'suck off'. Whatever the hell that is, I liked it. I could tell some of the girls were doing it to impress the guys around them, Alyssa was certainly playing it up for my boy Jared. But the girl in front of me, the hot one, was just doing  it. And well.  I watched as she twisted her head around and lapped her tongue up the length to the top. Some girl yelled out 'Yeah, Go Olivia, that's my girl!' in her direction and I just nodded. So her name is Olivia, hot. She glanced up at me and I smiled, and much to my surprise she held my gaze as she tightened her mouth and worked the 'head' of the posicle. I struggled to swallow a sip of chocolate milk and she blushed and looked away. I was so horny right then I thought I would combust. My cock stood at full attention ramming into the front of my jeans begging to replace the frozen treat in her mouth.I was breathing hard and I could barely keep myself from walking over to her ripping her pants down and bending her over right then and there. The other girls around her gave up one by one until her and Alyssa were the last remaining. I could tell that for Jared's sake, Alyssa was getting really carried away, which lead her to lean back and bump into Olivia. Which caused Olivia to let out the sexiest little moan. She pulled a significantly smaller popsicle out of her pouty mouth with a sharp intake of breath, and looked directly at me. Her cheeks suddenly flamed and she wouldn't again meet my gaze for the rest of the lunch.   -OLIVIA- With all the awkwardness that occurred during lunchtime I felt the need to run like a bat out of hell. Well, not literally but I was definitely getting my soccer-mom-fast-walk on as I headed toward Chem. class. I mean, awkwardness is always to be expected when we play suck off, we are giving fucking fruity ice sticks blowjobs! But HE had been there....     Aaron had been there, siting across from me, definitely watching me. And then the moan...oh god I'm gonna kill Alyssa. I walk into the classroom and notice the teacher isn't there yet. I shrug and take a seat at one of the lab tables, setting down my bag. I run a hand through my long wavy hair and think about him. To be honest I thought about sex too. I felt so ready, and He was the one I craved. As I reapply my lipgloss I remember the time I'd seen his boner at one of his shows.     Alyssa and I had gone to see one of Aaron's band's shows. 'Dyslexic Sex Drive' was up and coming (at least locally) and me and Alyssa were hooked. For no apparent reason, Aaron, who's the lead singer, had an obvious boner and I had just stood there looking at it. It was big and it fought to escape the black basketball shorts he wore. When Aaron had thought no one was looking he adjusted it and tucked it into his waist band, I'd seen the big, pink, tip of his cock, and, for one of the first times in my life, I was aroused...     I was abruptly snapped back to reality as more students and the teacher funneled into the room, taking seats. I fanned myself because after thinking about Aaron I'd gotten really hot. As if on cue the object of my lust strolled into the classroom, flashed me a grin and took the second seat at the lab station I sat. I crossed my legs and dropped my eyes away from him. Thinking about that night had left me feeling a little damp in my panties. I hear him clear his throat and I choose to ignore him, until he does it again. I look up at him and he smiles. "So do you guys always eat like that?" "Hmm? I dunno what you mean..." I feign innocence. "Yeah okay, you're a good  girl, I forgot. Olivia, is it?" he pretends to be in thought. "Yep, it's Olivia. And yep good girl all the way!' I laugh, just before the teacher passes out contracts for us and our parents to sign and tells us what we'll be learning about. He talks for ten minutes and I try to pay attention. He stops his lecture and tells us to get acquainted with our new year long lab partners. I turn and nod to Aaron. "Well, Aaron, guess your stuck with me" I shrug. "Haha you know my name?" He sounds confused. Oh god now I sound like a psycho. "Well yeah, for one your friend Jared is dating my best friend, and two, Alyssa and I are fans of Dyslexic Sex Drive." His eyes widen and he gets a shit eating grin on his face. "Ah-ha! You were humming 'Your Body' earlier weren't you?" He realizes. Your Body is my favorite DSD song. How can it not be when Aaron sings in a deep raspy voice: "I need to be closer to your body" and "oh, the things I'd do to you, I'll make you scream my name!"? I blush and reply shyly, "Uhh yeah, it's a great song." I meet his eyes, they've darkened mischievously. I shift in my seat and put my feet up onto the lab table and lean back in my chair. "Yeah, well I'm glad you like it. Have you been to one of our shows before?" He asks. "A few." I shrug, "With Alyssa. We're supposed to be going to the one next weekend especially now that her and Jared are yeah." " I look forward to seeing you there. Hey, are you going to Missy and Dave's this weekend?" he asks. Missy and Dave's house is the party house, everyone'd been talking about the siblings' back to school party. "Oh hell yeah, I smile. This good girl loves to party." I joke. The bell rings, ending our conversation. He laughs, that sexy laugh. "See you there then." He grabs his stuff and walks out the door behind me. Chapter 3 - Spicy Last First Day   - AARON - Groupies are all the same. In the local area, Dyslexic Sex Drive has got its own little fan base, and with a fan base comes groupies. The one purposely pushing her tits toward me and gushing about my band as I sat in music class was no different. Worshiping at my feet,overly enthusiastic, flirty, and usually loud. I snuck a glance over at her bubbling cleavage she was slightly pushing together with her arms. I nodded approvingly, she had nice tits. I continued to quietly strum my guitar as she told me how hot I was. She 'caught me' staring at a chest and she put her hand on my thigh with an excited giggle. She glanced up at me and watched for a reaction as she slid her hand over to my crotch. I tensed a bit. I'm only human. She started to rub and increase the friction. I smiled.This was starting to get good. I felt my cock slowly springing to life under her palm the friction feeling better and better. She leaned in and kissed on my neck while fumbling with my zipper. I looked around the room where no one was paying attention, they were either too busy trying to tune their guitars or were across the room at a station with the teacher learning how to read music. A chair and some various music equipment partially blocked the view anyone would have of me. I let her unzip me as I set my guitar down off to the side. Underneath the jeans my dick formed a tent in the front of my red and black boxers. Her eyes grew large and out came another giggle. she reached inside my boxers and grabbed my hot cock. She gasped at the size of it as she slowly stroked downward. "Mmmm" I said appreciatively. She picked up the pace jacking my dick off and I started thinking; 'This is fucking great!'... Until she ruined a good thing. "You like it?" She attempted to say seductively. I nodded. "Do you think I'm hot, do you like me touching your cock baby? Mmm you're so big. You like when I stroke your big cock, Aaron?" Her voice grew more nasally with every word, I swear. But my body didn't mind and a while later she'd brought me to the brink of cumming. Evidently she noticed too, because her pleas became more frantic and louder to the point where I did another check around the room to make sure there were no watchful eyes. "Cum for me!" she laughed, upping the pace of her strokes. "Cum baby. cum!" Not to be one to disappoint, my cock obliged, and she milked me dry, my jizz landing somewhere on the floor nearby and some on her hands which she licked with a happy smile. As soon as it was done I hated everything.Her annoying laughter as she kept talking, this room, myself, all of it. I felt kinda like a guilty little kid with his hand in the cookie jar and I had no idea why. it's not like I cheated on anyone, or made her do it... it was just wrong. And I found myself finding more and more things wrong with... fuck I don't even know her name. But what it ultimately boiled down too is that I wished her fingers weren't the ones that had grasped me dick... I wished they were Olivia's, I realized as I put myself away just as the bell rang. I walked quickly away from.. whatever her name was and marched angrily to my next class.     - OLIVIA -    "THANK FUCKING GOD!" I laughed hopping into my car with Alyssa. I love my car it's my baby.. A bright blue 69 Chevelle SS that from age 12 I helped my grandpa rebuild. I'd re done the whole inside to be high tech with touch screen controls and a new sound system. My favorite part? The subs in the back. Alyssa and I put them to good use too.      "Yeah seriously, last first-day-of-hell ever baby,woo!" She did a little dance. "Though today was pretty spicy!" I raised my eyebrows a her.     "Spicy?" I asked, she nodded. "HOW?"     "Well turns out I have the class after lunch with Jared..." She grinned devilishly, "And we were watching a video in class. Most people were asleep, even the teacher. So... he fingered me and I gave him a handy!" She finished with a clap.     "Oh my stars,I'm clutchin my pearls, miss! I do declare!" I fanned myself feigning a southern belle.     "Oh yes! Though I struggled to hold back a moan or two and I think the kid in front of us started jacking off!" She shrugged.     "Ewwmahlord. Wait... where did Jared's uhm... gravy go?" I looked at her horrified. Something I said must've been truly fucking hilarious because Alyssa proceeded to die of laughter. I shoved my keys into the ignition and turned my car on.Finally she sobered, buckling herself.     "I'm sorry dear it's just for one, you called his cum: GRAVY! 2, you're so awkward. And tres, that's the funniest part! It landed on some girls back pack!" More laughter. My jaw dropped. I was officially heebed out.     "Yuckkkkkk." I buckled in and backed out of the spot, we'd successfully waited out the parking lot traffic. Alyssa tapped her chin like she was in thought.     "Hmmm..." She mused, "I wonder... Where did the other guy's jizz go?" I just stared at her. "No seriously, that shit's dangerous!"     "Well great someone could slip and fall!"I gasp. "And, I feel bad for the janitor!" Alyssa suddenly grew quiet. As if considering something. She looked meekly up at me as I pulled up to a stops sign. "Spill." I command, never looking away from the road. She sighed and turned toward me, muting the radio. "Well rumor is, Jared wasn't the only DSD member to get an in-class handy today....." Realization dawned on me. Aaron. Of course, the groupie sluts at our school would do anything for him, than brag all about it later. "Which fanwhore this time?" I ask dryly sharply rounding a corner. I'm not good at hiding anger/jealousy. "That bimbo we saw at the concert last time, the one who works at Blaster Juice? I think her name is Tina or Tanya or someshit." She makes a gross face. "God, well I hope her hands are good for something because she fucking sucks a making smoothies..." I grumble, pulling up to Alyssa's house. She kisses my cheek as she unbuckles her seatbelt. "Bye bestie, skype later?" she turns back around after exiting the car. "Bye, and sure, as long as its after you dirty skype Jared," I laugh, "Because when i's before you're always so anxious to hang up on me!" We laugh and she closes the door marching up to her big ass house. I drive off smiling... That is until I remember Tia the fanwhore's sluttiness. Ugh, typical Aaron, perfect in every eay except his man whoreness. Well I guess it really was a spicy day for everyone.       Text: Even though this was written anonymously I still hold all rights to this story. All rights reserved. Publication Date: April 2nd 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-pengiunpixie

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Deajia Wadley Erotic Fairy Tale i dedicate this book to all my super freaks that love erotica The boy Next Door I sat on my desk in my home office watching neighbor from a distance. I loved the way his hair swooped over his face, how the sweat dripped off his brow. I was getting soaking wet thinking about it. I reached in my pants and started to stroke my self with two fingers as images of my neighbor Troy popped up in my head. I stuck my fingers in by mouth and licked off my sweet juices and started rubbing my clit. I went faster and faster then entered my fingers into my self bounding my tight insides. I felt an all to familiar feeling come over me, but just when i was about to cum i heard a knock on my door.   To be continued........       Publication Date: April 8th 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-prc4bbd73349545

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Ni'ellis Zeal The 12' O' Clock Hour The Next Time The Clock Strikes 12 Our bodies were interlaced with each other, our lips engaged into a deep, sensual embrace. My legs were wrapped around his waist, his fully erect member rubbing aganist my thighs. His hands snaked their way onto my assets, squeezing them and pulling me closer to him.I moved slowly aganist his waist, making his kisses and erection harder. Our tonges fought furiously,trying to get the other to cave in. We kept going at it, tightening our grips around each other, nipping and pulling at the other's lip until the automatic clock chimed that it was 12 O'clock exactly. Breathlessly, I pulled away, a smile stretching from ear to ear planted on my face. He looked at me and frowned, obviously unaware that our time has come. "What?" He asked with a pained expression, fairly visible. "It's 12." I whispered, gently rubbing his thigh. "Already baby?" He asked nipping my neck. I answered him with a sensual kiss, gently using my weight to turn him onto his back.  He pulled back for a moment, a smile taking over his face. He was about to speak when I kissed him again, but more aggressive than the first one. His erection was full and thick, throbbing under me.The moisture from within me to trill through my underwear, dampining the place on his waist I was sitting on.  My nipples became sharper than rocks,and visible through the shirt he gave me. He grabbed my breasts with a strong grip, squeezing them and pulling at the nipples.   A moan crept from my lips as his hands pulled and massaged my nipples. They ached in pleasure, awaiting the warmness of his mouth to fufill them. He must've heard them speak, because within an instant I was on my back and he was on top pulling off my shirt. Hungrily, he took my right breast in his mouth,his left hand gently caressing the left.My hands forecefully grabbed his hair, pulling and tugging at loose brown curls. A line hums flowed effortlessly off my lips as he switched roles. His fingers worked mindlessly, massaging the most tender part of my breast. His tongue nipped and sucked, making my legs stick and my wet pussy pour. Slowly, he moved from my breasts and made his way down, with kisses,to the wetness that stained the sheets. "I'm so hungry." He said licking the outer lips. A shiver went through my spine, making me shift uneasily. "Did you hear me? I said I'm hungry. Would you mind if I.." His voice trailed as he deliberately licked my clit. His tongue made gentle patterns, up and down, side to side, all around, across my wetness. I couldn't stifle the loud callings fleeing my lips. He was so skillful. It was almost impossible not to come multiple times by just his tongue. After the third time, he came up, licking my inner thighs, to my lips. The sweet-salty taste filled my mouth as he kissed me passionately.He lowered himself onto me, so that his erection was planted only centimeters from my opening. I kissed him one last time before making my move. Using most of my strength, I turned him over so that I was only a millimeter from his well stiff manhood. "I'm not going to let you off that easy." I said sinisterly. Without much more words, I crept down his waist, kissing his lips one good time before I kissed my way to his destination. My lips brushed aganist the tip gently, granting me quivering sensation I wanted. They brushed all the way down to his balls. Lightly, my tongue curled around them, sucking on them with an intense passion. A low purr came form his lips, but it soon went to a thunderous moan when my lips met the head and made it's aquaintance. Slowly, I sucked on it, not putting the whole thing inside my mouth. His hips twitched in eagerness as my tongue rimmed the sides. Pre-cum trickled down the shaft, alerting me that the time to fill my mouth has come. Leisurely, I slid him halfway into my mouth, pulling him back out so I could kiss the side. A sigh came afterwards, for he was fully in, and ready to thrust. I began sucking him slowly, to let him get the feel, but he began to move rhythmatically in tuned with me, making me go faster. I needed him to come, it was the only way I felt got what I felt. With a quickened pace, he began to arch, pulling on hair and pushing himself deep inside my throat so I could catch all of it. The first load came out fast and long, filling my mouth with his sweet-bitterness. The second was hot and in a stream, I was overwhelmed with pleasure and couldn't help but go for the third. He was on the verge of fatigue, but he managed a third and pulled me up so I could sit on top of him. "Ride me." He said moving me closer to his immense bulge. "Fine..." I gasped in felicity as all 9 inches went inside me. I rocked back and forth to get  adjusted, after a few gos, I began to grind. I leaned over and kissed his neck as he grabbed my assets. I grinded soft and compassionately, but he wanted it hard and rough. I could tell by the way he dug his nails into my skin pushing me roughly aganist him. Getting the signal I went harder, eventually turning so that my back was all he could see, grinding on him in the Reverse Cowgirl position. He leaned up and moved me into a Doggystyle postion. He started off slow, but went faster as he came closer to his climax. "Fuck!!! I'm about to..." His voice went off as his essence filled me. He went again, urging me to mine. Soon, we both came again, almost too weak to stay upright. We crashed onto the bed, breathless and fufilled. "12'O Clock tomorrow?" I asked crawling onto his side. "Yes..." He breathed before snoring softly. Publication Date: June 25th 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-dominashi

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sexlova A Bachelor a Night Joe I smiled as I entered the night club, unbuttoning my coat to reveal only my bra and pants. I headed over to the bar, and made sure I was slightly drunk. I noticed a handsome young man about my age (24) sitting on his own in a booth, and strolled over to him. "Hey there," I said in a sexy way. "Hi," He replied, winking at me. "I'm Joe." "Haley," I shook his hand and winked back at him, slowly moving my hand up his arm till it rested on his shoulder. "Wanna dance?" He asked, smiling. "Sure." He led me onto the dance floor, where I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed my pelvis up and down against his body. I felt him reacting, him shaking uncontrollably. I loved this feeling, the feeling of making people sexually excited. After a while, we went back and sat in the booth, where we ate dinner. Once we had finished dinner, Joe asked me: "So, shall we head back to mine?" I replied, "Of course." I grabbed Joe's hand and led him out the door. We got into his car and drove off. I sat impatiently in the car, and decided to renew his sexual excitement. I placed my hand on his lap, and slid it into his trousers. I slid it under his pants, and felt his penis. I rubbed it gently, and felt him begin to shake again. I was tempted to climb on top of him, but knew that would be a bad idea. "Ok, Haley, stop that, please," He said. I reluctantly withdrew my hand. Once we got to Joe's house, Joe parked his car and asked me: "Is there anything I can get you?" "Hmm, let me think," I said, moving closer and closer to him. "You." "Wh-" He was saying, but his sentence was interrupted by me placing my lips on his. He leaned against his door, and unlocked it with me still kissing him. Once inside his house and with the door closed, I pushed him onto his sofa and we stared at each other for a second before I climbed on top of him. His legs were straight and sticking off the side of the sofa, his arms gripping the sides, me sitting on top of him, our pelivises rubbing together, my arms around his neck. I kissed him, and began to undo his trousers, him taking off my bra. I yanked off his trousers, shoes and socks, and he yanked off my jacket and was about to take off my bra when I said, "Bedroom!" We dashed up to his bedroom, where we returned to our position and ended up completely naked. I stared at Joe, and Joe stared at me. I was delighted to see how huge his cock was. "Nice dick!" I murmured. "Nice boobs!" He replied. I crawled up till my vagina was on top of his face. He stuck his tongue into it, and I arched. I got off him and kneeled down on the floor in front of the base of the bed. He sat down on the base of it. I took his dick in my hands and kissed it, and then licked it, and then slowly placed my lips around it. I sucked and sucked. He stood up and patted my head, and joked, "Well done, Haley, gold star for you!" I removed his penis from my mouth and said, "Thank you, Mr Joe." After hours of hot sex, Joe and I lay in bed together, fast asleep, our arms wrapped around each other, and the bed still soaking from Joe's cum. Publication Date: December 5th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-sexlova

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Cherie Benjamin A Sinless Betrayal (competed) Barbaric "The barbarians are coming!" At that moment, my heart stops. I look up from where I am sitting next to the boudoir in the manor to the oval-shaped window. No, I think to myself. This can't be happening. The barbarians rarely ever raided the northwestern villages, but when they did, they left the streets bloodied and the houses bare. And if they were feeling especially evil, they'd even take a maiden back to their king as a gift. I am dressed in a beautiful red silk dress, ready to go to the town square to meet with the man that I'd been courting for about a month. Rumour had said that Sir Cordell was going to ask for my hand in marriage. And of course, I was to accept his offer. Cordell is the wealthiest noble in the village with the most to offer me. 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They're close—you know what they do when they find women hiding." The maid's eyes widen. "I feel as if I am too afraid to ask," Michelle whimpered. Hidden in the brush, I peer through the leaves to look at my surroundings. The sound of barking wolves can still be heard, but the footsteps have gone deeper into the forest than we have. "They take them as sex slaves. I thought you knew." A crunch of a twig and the swift rustling of leaves makes Michelle yelp and shake uncontrollably. "We can't be captured, my lady. We must run!" "No!" I growl while pulling her back to the ground as she leans back on her haunches, readying to dart out into the forest. "We cannot risk that. We cannot outrun the barbarians, so I say that our best chance of survival and escape are to sit and wait them out. Wait 'till they clear the area." Michelle groans. "I'm afraid," she whispered. "I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes and sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses my hand politely. "Three Horses!" A voice calls in the distance. They speak in a language that I do not understand. Michelle and I crouch back into the leaves more, hiding our bodies from barbarian eyes. "Paleface trinket," one slurs, holding up a silver necklace. I refrain myself from gasping, my hand flying to my neck where my mother's necklace should have been. It must have come off when I fell, and now it was going to be stolen by those beasts. "Drinks of Waterfall," the other says. "Paleface…close." The bone chains on their necks, arms and feet jingle as they crouch closer to where we hide. I bite my lip and I see Michelle panicking, muttering silent prayers with her eyes glued firmly shut. I decided to pray as well, bowing my head and letting my curtain of chestnut hair cover my face. I had thought that they'd gone, but I'm terribly wrong. A curious hand feels around through the brush where we are hiding. I stay as still as possible to try and avoid contact with the rough hand and cease my noise, hopelessly thinking that perhaps they'd leave if they didn't hear or feel anything. But I'm wrong again. Michelle shrieks like a pig being butchered to death when the rough hand grabs a fistful of her black hair and tugs her up by the soft strands. The barbarians laugh and as the one called Drinks of Waterfall pushes my maid to the other one named Three Horses. Three Horses grabs Michelle and ties her flailing hands with rope as Drinks of Waterfall holds her arms down. My maidservant is gagged and slung over Three Horses' shoulder. I slink down into the brush as Drinks of Waterfall nears again. He sees me. I know he sees me. He reaches down, winding his fingers into my soft chestnut locks of hair, yanking so harshly that I feel my scalp begin to bleed. I squeal in pain, grasping at the barbarian's hands. Three Horses looks back and grins, muttering something to his colleague. It was probably praise and approval for my capture. I put up a fight as Drinks of Waterfall tries to tie my hands with leather strips of rope. The barbarian growls in frustration when I hit him hard in the stomach, then laughs at me when I whimper in pain from the wrist-ropes being too tight. "Let us go!" I hiss at him through my teeth. I kick at Drinks Of Waterfall as he slings me over his broad, copper-toned shoulder. He doesn't listen to me—but what do I expect? He's a filthy barbarian. And barbarians show no mercy to palefaces. I struggle as he carries me through the woods like I'm a mere sack of flour, ignoring the profanities I spew from my mouth, ignoring the cries, and ignoring the pleas. "You're an animal!" I scream, kicking my feet hard against his chest. Drinks of Waterfall growls viciously, raising his hand to my bottom and smacking it down hard on the silk-covered skin. I yelp out in shock and anger. I struggle even harder. "You beast!" I scream. "You'll rot in Hell for this!" He whips me down from his shoulder and carries me baby style in one arm as he fishes a rag out of his leather satchel he carries on his shoulder. The rag is brown, but it has a strange white substance on it. The barbarian stuffs it inside of my mouth against my will. I manage to bite his finger as he does so, and it draws blood. But the white substance on the rag was making me feel drowsy and like I was full of jelly and no bones. My eyes fluttered shut as the barbarian cussed and wiped his bleeding finger on my beautiful red silk dress. I hate him…I hate him… 0o0o0o0o When I awaken, the smell of cooking meat holds my interest. I lift my head off of the warm shoulder that I'd been slobbering all over and my eyes flicker open. Music was playing, meat was cooking, and women dressed in animal skins were weaving baskets and tending to little naked babies running wild all over the ground. I wrap my arms around the person carrying me as my eyes slip shut again. It's hard to keep them open and I still feel so weak. I don't know where I am, and I don't remember much of where I was before I went to sleep. My eyes flutter open and really look at my surroundings. Stone buildings, tents, and strange wooden houses attract my attention. I see the same women weaving a basket while her naked, copper-skinned baby boy ran naked around the fire, in which another woman roasted meat over. "Michelle," I mumble, finally coming to. I look up, frightened. Where am I? The last I remember was the forest, hiding from the barbarians. I look at the body that is carrying me. The broad copper shoulders, long black hair weaved into a fuzzy braid that reached his hips. I look at the side of his serene features. It's Drinks of Waterfall. I'm horrified instantly and begin to struggle as I see Three Horses carrying a passed out Michelle on his shoulders. "No fight," Drinks of Waterfall hisses at me. "Almost there." My heart pounds inside of my chest. There's no use in struggling because I already know that I won't escape Drinks of Waterfall's arms; and even if I did, I'd quickly be caught. I was, after all, in a barbarian kingdom. I was surrounded and I was an outcast. My tears had dried on my face and I resorted to whimpering helplessly in the arms of the monstrous man after I had no tears left for me to let out. I had sworn not to be caught; I could not be a sex slave. I was promised to Cordell, and that was something that I intended to keep in my heart and in my mind. We neared a huge stone castle-like building with a drawbridge over a freshwater river running through the barbarian kingdom. Children swim in it, women wash clothes in it, and men drink and fish from it. He carries me right over it, following Three Horses with Michelle. The hall that we walk into is bustling with wealthier barbarians, ones with jewels strung around their necks instead of bones. They laughed, sitting at long rows of tables, stuffing fried legs of chickens into their greedy mouths and picking up food with their dirty hands. As soon as the men saw Three Horses and Drinks of Waterfall, they begin to cheer loudly. "Woman! More woman!" one shouts and stands on the table, raising his cup of beer to the sky. I watch as the brown liquid sloshes in his cup and trickles down his arm. Disgusting. Every single one of them. I hear crying and look in front of me to see Michelle weeping on Three Horses' shoulders. She'd woken up and realized her surroundings. It made me yearn for her. I buried my face in Drinks of Waterfall's shoulder, trying to hide from the sexual comments and calls. Three Horses lifts Michelle's skirts and bares her bottom to the crowd. She screams and kicks her legs, tears of embarrassment and shame clouding up her big brown eyes. "Stop! Stop it!" Drinks of Waterfall laughs—hard—and follows Three Horses up the great stone staircase and into the very first room on the right. There are tons and tons of girls in the large room, some pale-faced civilians and some of Barbarian descent. He dumps me onto the floor next to a quivering girl in the corner and unties me. I scramble away from him instantly, cowering next to Michelle, who had also been untied by Three Horses. They mumble something in their language to each other, and then they burst into laughter. The expression on Three Horses' face almost makes me want to laugh in disgust, but I'm afraid of what he'll do to me. The rest of the girls in the room look absolutely terrified. The barbarians walk out of the room and lock the door behind them. I shoot Michelle a look. One of the civilian girls with honey-golden hair stands on her feet and walks over to my maid and I. "Another raid, I'm guessing," she frowns. "It's a shame. You seem like important ladies. Where were you from?" I clear my throat and lick my dry lips. "Bellechester." The blonde beauty gapes. "I didn't know they expanded over to the northwestern villages. I'm from a tiny northeastern village called York. They like attacking over there. There's a lot of wealth in those parts, and quite frankly, I don't know why I wasn't captured earlier. My father was one of the wealthiest men living in York." She sits down in front of me, lifting her animal skin dress over her knees. She points at my dress. "You look like you met the same fate, huh?" I frown, looking at down at myself. My red silk dress is no longer shiny and pretty; it was ripped and muddy. I groan. "Yeah. They led a raid on the worst day possible." She extends her hand. "Hi, you two. I'm Cassandra." I shake Cassandra's hand first. "Elizabella." Michelle shakes Cassandra's hand second. "I'm Elizabella's maid, Michelle." "Nice to meet you," the blonde says. "These are the ladies of the harem." She begins to point to some of the girls. "That's Evalyn, Katalina, Jane, Sulpicia, Athenodora, Didyme, Ivona, Arlena, and Camellia. There's more, but they're probably out with men right now." She says it so nonchalantly, like being with a barbarian man is a way of life. "It's a way of life," Evalyn murmurs, sliding her frail body up beside Cassandra's. Evalyn has short, shoulder length brown hair and sharp features. "We've been here for two years. Sometimes being a harem girl isn't so bad…but in the beginning, we all start out with bruises." I gasp in horror. "They rape you?" Cassandra shrugs. "More like take us when they feel like it. It's their custom to have women to bed when they feel the need—warriors get more than commoners, though. If a warrior wants to marry a harem girl, she cannot refuse." My face reddens and I shake my head. "There's no way I'm sleeping around with a billion different beasts. I've promised myself to a man in my village!" "He's probably dead," Evalyn comments softly. "Barbarians kill all the men they see in the villages." A wave of nausea sweeps over me and I find myself doubled over and clutching my stomach. "I won't do it." "Oh no!" Cassandra cries. "It's horribly insulting when a harem girl turns down a man. It's like a barbarian taboo. But don't worry—we'll do our best to teach you our customs. You have such a pretty face, and I'd hate to see it bruised." The girls all scramble back to their dirty corners as the door opens and Three Horses stepped in with two different men. Drinks of Waterfall is absent that time. They looked around the room. Three Horses points to me and then Michelle and the men nod in approval. Three Horses' hand gestures to the array of other women and the men go and pick their girls. The biggest, burliest one picks the smallest, frailest girl in the room. I think that Cassandra said her name was Ivona. And the lankier, kinder looking one takes the most curvaceous woman, Didyme. Didyme is not a paleface like Cassandra and I are. The girls stand in the doorway with their men. Three Horses speaks to the men and glances over at me while speaking several times during his chat. "Tiger Claw," Three Horses comments while staring at me, and the men laugh. "Dances With Wolves and Tiger Claw?" The other two men nodded vigilantly. They seemed to be agreeing very strongly on something. Cassandra scoots towards me. "He's just named you Tiger Claw after your spirit. It seems that you injured Drinks of Waterfall pretty badly. He says you've got heart and spirit." I smile at the fact that I hurt my barbarian captor but as they speak more about this other character, the dancing wolf guy, I become more intrigued. "Who's Dancing Wolf?" I ask her. Cassandra snorts and her bright green eyes dart to where the men are standing and discussing. "You mean Dances With Wolves? That's the most important figure—you really ought to know him, Elizabella." I stare at her. "Alright. Well, who is he?" "The Barbarian King," she whispers. "His name is Dances With Wolves. I think that Three Horses is thinking of…oh, my ." "What?" I hiss. "What is it? What are they saying?" Cassandra ignores me. "I've only ever been with Dances With Wolves once. He was beautiful, but he had a temper like a bull that was trapped in a red room." "Oh," I whisper. "Cassandra, what do they speak of—" "Cass," Three Horses croons. "Come. Ku zo nan. Wannan mutum yanã son ya kwanta ka dab da Ivona." She gets up from her position and goes to the burlier man, clinging to his arm and purring seductively at him. I am left sitting on the ground next to Michelle, completely flabbergasted. I do not know their language and the fact that Cassandra is so willing happens to disgust me. Three Horses looks up at me and walks over to where I am sitting. Michelle cowers back; the barbarian sneers at her before grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet. "You to come wit' me." My eyes widen as he pulls me along. I dig my bare heel into the stone floor and yank us both to a stop. Three Horses looks annoyed. "You speak the Common Tongue?" "Not enough time to sit chat, farar fata karuwa." Three Horses hisses at me "He waits for you. You be lucky to serve him." My eyes widen and fire runs through my veins. I yank my arm out of his grasp. He turns around in surprise and anger. "I refuse! I will not go!" The girls in the room all gasp and everything falls silent. Before I can register, Three Horses has hit me across the face. I double over in shock and pain, clutching at my lip, which has been split open. Blood drips down to my chin. "You do not speak wit' me like 'dat," he booms. "You do not speak like 'dat wit' your master. You kariya, you be lucky I not your master!" I'm so dizzy from the force of his blow that I weakly follow as he grabs my arm and pulls me down the hallway. They are dark, hot, and long. I cannot see where I am going. Torches illuminate the stone walls, allowing me to see the cobwebs and blood splatters on the brick. This place is my worst nightmare, this place is my Hell. There's a big room across the hall, guarded by two grand doors. From under the doors, I can see the faint flickering light of a fire and hear the soft clink of wine glasses and jewels. Three Horses knocks on the door and mumbles something else in their language to whoever was inside. A deep, smooth bass voice rumbles from inside. Three Horses pushes open the door and throws me on the ground. I gasp, bringing my hands out before me to break my fall. A huge animal skin chair sits before the fire. I cannot see my new master's face. I can only see his giant, bronzed arm, tattooed and muscled. Three Horses walks around the front and begins to speak with his master. "I t'ought she might please you," he says. They laugh, and Three Horses shows the superior the bag of items they had collected from my house. Intricate china plates, pots, jewels, gold, and fine silver cups. I growl in disgust. "Out wit' you," the one in the chair says, and Three Horses is already on his way out of the door. I am still laying on the floor. I have not the strength to scramble away, but my eyes and heart are still those of a tiger and they still rage with fire. He stands up from his chair to his towering height of almost seven feet tall and looks down at me. It's dark and I can't see his face, or how disgusted he might be with me. I push myself up to my knees and look away from him. "'Dey call you Tiger Claw," he whispers. "You know why?" I shake my head, still refusing to look at him. "'Dey t'ink you strong." The Barbarian finishes. "Strong man need strong woman." I hear his thundering footsteps near me. He fists his hand into my hair, and I wince, waiting for the painful yank. But it never comes. He gently turns my head towards his. My eyes widen and I gasp. He's the most beautiful specimen of man I've ever seen. His long hair is thickly braided and hangs down to his hips. His eyes are black and his eyelashes are thick black as well, making his face look darker. He has full russet lips, a cleft in his prominent chin, and defined cheekbones that make his manly face look perfectly contoured in the firelight. His huge finger finds my lip and touches the blood there. "How you do 'dis?" he asks me. I'm so startled that I can't find my words. I glance towards the door. "Three Horses?" I nod, and he grits his teeth. "Bastard should beat his own whores," he grumbles as he yanks me up by my arm. I stand in front of him weakly, uncomfortable in my dirty red dress. He stands back and looks at me. He slips off his fur vest, revealing a huge muscled chest and abs so prominent that they looked like they could grate cheese. I refrain myself from fainting at this man's sheer beauty. Suddenly, he raises his hand and tears off a strip of my red silk dress. I shriek and back away from him. "What do you think you are doing?" I hiss at him horror. He cocks his head, not quite understanding. His hands go around to his waist to untie the breechcloth that hid his manhood from my eyes. "No!" I put my hands up to cease his movement. I stumbled back to where the barbarian's bed was and gripped the fur covers. He looks at me like I have three heads growing out of my neck. "No?" he asks in confusion. "No?" His hands fall away from his breechcloth as he narrows his eyes and sucks his lip into his mouth. My heart is pounding. He comes at me quickly and I scream, trying to jump away, but I am too slow. He wrestles me to the bed, lifting my skirts and struggling his way through my undergarments. "Be still!" he booms. There are tears in my eyes as he inserts a finger inside of me. He makes a noise, like he had been contemplating something for days and just now found the answer to his question. He takes his finger out of me and pops it into his mouth, separating those sweet russet lips and swirling his juice-coated finger into his mouth. I stay still and silent, completely taken aback by what he is doing. Flames spark down near my groin as I watch as he looks into my eyes and greedily sucks my nectar off of his finger like it was some sort of fine wine. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced in my entire life. He took his finger out of his mouth and rested his hand next to my head. "Virgin," he whispers before laughing deeply. He steps away from me, still laughing. He throws a pile of furs in her direction, taking a sip of his wine glass. "Dress yourself, Budurwa. I shall not bed you tonight." He sits back down in his chair. My heart pounds faster and faster. This was my reality. Here I was in a barbarian castle, sitting indecently in the corner of a barbarian's room in a torn red dress as his whore. I can't do this. I won't do this. Bruise The next morning I wake up in a comfortable, warm bed. I don't remember how I got here or how I got changed into the animal skin bedclothes. I open my eyes and look around. I'm still in his room. Did he take advantage of me during the night? I wait for the painful ache between my legs to come, but it doesn't. I'm relieved. As I throw the bearskin covers off of my body, I notice how scantily dressed I am. The cloth doesn't do much to hide my breasts or shield my legs. I understand that it's hot where we are, but to dress like this is a complete disgrace. If my father ever saw me like this, he'd surely roll in his grave. A loud knock on the door causes me to jump. He strides into the room, wearing nothing but bearskin pants and a deerskin breechcloth. He wears bones around his neck and has feathers weaved into his long braid. On his face are red patterns and black lines as if someone had painted on him. I look down at his hands to see what he carries in his hand. It's a dress made out of sheer gold material. He looks at me expectantly, holding out the dress. I slide slowly out of the bed and hesitantly take it into my hands. He turns away as soon as it's in my hands and sits down in his chair. Am I to change in front of him? I walk back into the corner of the room and slowly slip off my top. He throws a glance in my direction while drinking his wine, his black eyes roaming over my pale skin. I squeak in disapproval; he chuckles and turns back towards his wine. "You insecure," he croons in his smooth bass. "I am no stranger to the woman's body." My eyes widen and I can feel my cheeks flush. As soon as my top is off, I slip on the dress. It's beautiful but awfully revealing. Two strips of gold material cover my breasts and the sheer skirt does not do much to hide my legs. If it weren't for the gold undergarment, he would have had me walking around half naked. He looks at me when I'm finished. "First meal starts soon," he grunts. His beautiful eyes roam up and down my body. I cross my arms over my chest and he chuckles again. "Budurwa." I look at him, blushing. I do not even know this man's name, and yet he wishes me to bed him. "What do you call yourself?" He sips his wine, his eyes darting from hers to the wall every so often. "Is not your place to be askin' 'dat." I feel as if I've been punched right in my gut. Back in Bellechester, I was treated with such respect. Men would come round, throwing their names at me so I'd remember them and maybe want to court them. But now, here, I felt like the dirt on the sole of someone's feet, a burden. I put my hands on my hips and frown at him. "You sit here, expecting me to be your whore, and you don't even have the common decency to tell me your name?" I hiss. "That's just grand." His eyebrows rise at my comment, his black eyes flickering with mirth. "You test me," he says. "Three Horses was right. Strong woman, you are." He stands up from where he was seated in his big bearskin chair. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a long, golden chain. It is the most beautiful piece of jewellery I've ever seen. He slips it over my head and then pushes a lock of my chestnut hair out of my eyes. "A gift?" I ask. He nods and the corner of his mouth tugs up slightly. "Na'am, Tiger Claw. A gift from Dances With Wolves." My mouth falls open slightly. I remember the story that Cassandra told me in the harem, about the barbarian king, Dances With Wolves and his raging temper. I am almost afraid to lift my eyes to his, but I do anyway. He is here, he is tangible, and he is standing right in front of me. "Your name," I whisper. "It's…it's Dances With Wolves?" He proudly nods. I swallow the lump in my throat. "You…you're the barbarian king?" "Yes," he begins, picking up his goblet of wine and sipping the red liquid, all the while keeping his eyes on her. "I am the king. But if you wish to, you may call me Abigor. " I blink. "Abigor? That's a commoner's name." He shrugs his shoulders. "We are all given commoner's names at birth, as well as our barbaric names, as your kind would call it. For instance, Three Horses' commoner's name is Daniel, and Drinks of Waterfall has Tristan. The barbaric names are what we prefer to be called, because 'de name describes us. Tristan's father was a heavy drinker, so when he was born he was given 'de pure name of Drinks of Waterfall, to rid 'is family name of drinkin'. And Daniel was sold by 'is father as a child for three horses, thus 'de name Three Horses came about." My mouth drops open. "I had no idea." Abigor sighs and sets his goblet down on the cherry wood table. "But," he begins. "If you call me my common name in public, or anyone else, there will be consequences." He turns on his heel to leave. "Wait!" I call. "I'm Elizabella, not Tiger Claw." Abigor doesn't look amused. "We must leave." I fold my arms tighter over my chest and follow him down the long, dark hallways until I can hear the sound of chatter and clinking of plates in the dining hall. I watch as Abigor steps into the dining hall first. The room goes silent. He opens his arms and smiles, and the cheering starts up again. He takes his place at the end of the table, and the food is instantly passed to him. I peer into the bright dining hall from the dark corridor I'm in. Some of the harem girls were sitting on their man's laps and feeding them sensually, but I don't see Michelle, Cassandra, or Evalyn. I step into the light slightly. Men can see me now, and some hoot to try to call me over to them. Abigor turns around slowly, glancing at me. "Eat," he says to me, nodding his head towards the seat near his. It's empty. I walk around the table slowly, trying my best to hide my embarrassment as the men holler at me rudely. Suddenly, a man takes my seat. I give him an angry look before glancing back at Abigor. He does not pay attention. One of the harem girls is sitting in his lap and feeding him. I do not know this man. He suddenly pulls me onto his lap, gesturing for me to eat. I do not squeal, for this must be the custom of a barbarian. On the china plate, which looked a lot like my mother's stolen plates, are some fried potatoes and sausages. I pick up the fork and stab at one of the potatoes. The man's lap is uncomfortable and he shifts every so often, his fingers groping at my thighs. I try not to mind it. "Feed me," he says. I shiver as I lift one of the sausage links up to his lips shakily. He takes a bite off the end, locking eyes with me and growling in approval. I'm disgusted. I turn away and eat the rest of my potatoes. "Again," he tells me. I ignore him, eating at my own food. He has hands, and he can feed himself if he wishes to. The man becomes agitated. Suddenly, he grabs me and spreads my legs apart, jamming his finger into my wetness without warning or reason. I scream, standing up instantly. I backhanded him as hard as I could. The room falls silent as the man curses and spits out a bit of blood from his lip. I can't believe that I just slapped a barbarian across the face. He looks up at me with hatred and lunges at me, grabbing me by the neck and begins to choke me. I gasp for air that is nonexistent as his fingers tighten around my oesophagus and choke, my eyes becoming wide, my cheeks flushing bright red. No one says anything. "How dare you disrespect me in my own house, you kariya!" he booms, his fingers going tighter on my neck if that was even possible. He lifts me off the ground. I look at Abigor, waiting for him to say something. But he says nothing, looking away into the corner. He drops me and I collapse to the ground, the sound of my ragged breath echoing throughout the hall. I'm humiliated. I'm hurt. My pride is gone. He laughs at my pain. I force myself to my feet, the world going dizzy around me, and rush out of the hall. Abigor rubs his temples and groans. I don't stop when he says to stop. I'm crying so hard that I can't focus on anything else but the pain in my neck and the salty tears coating my cheeks. I faintly remember where the harem was located, my bare feet slapping on the cold stone floors as I rush to the comfort of Michelle and Cassandra's arms. I see the big wooden door, the first one to the right of the stone staircase. I burst into the room and into the unyielding arms of Tristan, or Drinks of Waterfall. I gasp and wipe my eyes quickly before he could see that I was crying. He sets me back on my feet before taking a good look at me. "You cry," he states. I push past him and run straight into Michelle's arms. "Oh, my lady!" she gasps, stroking my hair softly. "We must escape!" I cry to her and she shakes her sadly. "There's no escaping now. I've been taken as the mistress of Drinks of Waterfall…and he won't let me out of his sight." Michelle quietly explains. I freeze, glancing behind me. He is waiting in the doorway for her expectantly. He wears a satisfied, grin on his lips, looking me up and down. I turn back to Michelle. "And you're alright with this?" She rolls up her sleeve to reveal a line of dark purple bruises on her smooth skin. "I have to be, my lady." I'm horrified. She rolls down her sleeve, blushing in shame. "Who did this to you?" I hiss. Michelle hugs me again. "I don't want you to worry about me," she whispers. "It's my job to worry about you." I slump against her. "I hate him. Oh God, I hate him so much, Michelle. He let him choke me in front of everyone and said and did nothing to stop it." I'm sobbing now. "Elle," a smooth bass croons. Michelle sighs and kisses my cheeks. "He calls me," she whispers in my ear. "You are strong. Stronger than I…keep your head up always, my lady." She pulls away from me and joins Tristan at the doorway. He places a kiss on her temple and walks her out the door, his hand placed firmly on her backside. I feel sick to my stomach. The other ladies look at me. I recognize Evalyn as she bounces over to me. "Elizabella, right?" she asks. I nod and lower my eyes to the ground. She gasps, the sharp intake of breath startling me. "Who did that to you?" I realize she's talking about the handprint-shaped bruises now forming on my neck. "I was choked," I explain sullenly. "Plain and simple." Evalyn bites her lip. "Oh honey," she whispers. "That must hurt like a kariya. Was it your master that did that to you?" I shake my head. "No, it was another. But my master said nothing in my defence." Evalyn pulls me over to where her cot was and sat me down it. She has a wooden bowl filled with an odd violet coloured cream. She swipes some of the cream onto her two fingers and held it up to Eliza. "This will help the bruising," she tells me. I tilt my head and let her lather some of the cream on. "I use it sometimes." I laugh humorlessly. "I'm sure it comes in handy." Evalyn shrugs. "Not unless you're careful, respectful and obedient, not really. The barbarians don't hurt unless they need to…or unless it's a ceremony." "Bullshit," I spit hatefully, my eyes narrowing. She sighs and tilts my head again to get better access to the bruises. "Elizabella…who is your master?" I almost say Abigor out of spite, but I'd rather not have him coming to me and choking me as well. "His name is Dances With Wolves," I say. All of the harem girls gasp, stopping whatever they were doing to look right at me. Evalyn walks around in front of me to look at me in confusion. "Dances With Wolves? The king? Oh, Gods. He doesn't take whores often…and certainly not mistresses. I think only two girls have been with him in this entire room…Cassandra and Athenodora." A frail, beautiful blonde girl steps forward and smiles bashfully. Evalyn introduces her as Athenodora. Her hair reaches her hips and her black lashes are the longest I've yet to see. Evalyn gulps before looking back at me. "How has he treated you? Has he bed you yet?" My face reddens. "I refused him." Everyone gasps, including sweet little Athenodora, who looks no more than 16. "And what did he do?" she asks me. "Was he very angry at you?" I shake my head. "No. He let me sleep." Everyone gasps again. Athenodora covers her mouth, her blue eyes widening in shock. "That's amazing. How did you persuade him?" Another woman, Sulpicia, asks me. My face reddens in embarrassment as I recall the memory of him doing things to me last night on his bed. "I cried, and he found out that I was a virgin." Athenodora frowns. "Well, that didn't stop him from taking my virginity!" she pouts. Then her pretty pink lips curl up into a honey-sweet smile. "But I wouldn't have given myself up to a finer man. He was an excellent lover." The girls come and gather around Athenodora. "Tell us about him," Evalyn gushes. "He is the most handsome man on the face of this planet. I would die if I was in his arms, even just for a moment." I frown at all of this good talk about Abigor. He is horrid, and there's no way I'd change my mind. Sex meant nothing to me since I've never had sex before. But I sit and listen to Athenodora's stories anyway. She blushes and flips her hair out of her eyes. "He had such a mouth on him. Ooh, it was enough to make me lose it without him even touching me at all, I swear." The harem girls squeal and fan themselves. "I love a dirty talker," Sulpicia moans. Athenodora continues. "He's got the longest fingers and the cleverest tongue. And oh my, his cock was simply—" "Stop!" I cry out. "I don't want to hear any more." My face is red and my nose is scrunched up in disgust. The blonde girl shakes her head. "You just don't understand how lucky you are, Elizabella." I fold my arms over my chest. "If this is luck, then I'm done for." Evalyn pops up from where she sits on the ground. "Look at me! And then look at yourself. You're wearing gold silk and jewels, and I am wearing an animal skin dress. If that is not luck, I do not know what luck is." I'm still in denial. I walk over to one of the mirrors and inspect myself. I still refuse to believe that I am lucky. Luck to me would be having had made it out of the raid with a tangible house, parents, and my Cordell. 0o0o0o0o I stay in the harem for the rest of the afternoon, only travelling with Evalyn for meals to bring back to the rest of the girls. Athenodora says that Abigor was looking for me secretly throughout the day. I can't avoid him forever, for my bedroom is also his. The cream that Evalyn had given me had really helped to heal the bruises and take the pain away, but the colour and handprint are still pretty visible. It's about eight o' clock at night when I foolishly decide to take a step outside of the harem. Abigor waits for me there, a frown on his face and his eyes a storm. I gasp in surprise, but I don't run. He grabs me by the arm and pedals me down the hallway. I don't refuse him or struggle. He thrusts me into his room, shutting the doors behind us. He spits out a streak of curses in his language, tugging at his braid impatiently. "Fuck," he swears. "I been lookin' for you all damn day. Where you been?" I don't answer him. Instead, I look away and turn my back to him. That doesn't fly very well with the barbarian king. A strong hand grips my shoulder and yanks me back around to face him. I bare my teeth at him. He points an accusing finger at me. "Don't you do 'dat at me, Elizabella. When I talk to you, you best answer me!" He tries to grab me again, but I move out of the way faster. "Don't touch me! Oh, don't you dare." I begin to cry against my will. "You watched me today be humiliated in front of your whole table! You said nothing!" Abigor's voice raises an octave. "You disrespect him! You deserved it!" I can't believe my ears. How did I deserve to be choked and humiliated? Is he serious? "God, he stuck his fingers inside of me against my will, and I disrespected him? That's…that's…oh!" I'm so mad that I can't find the right words to express myself. I tug at my hair roughly. "You're a harem girl, a whore. My people don't defend our whores. That shames my title! I'm the king!" he yells. That fuels my fire towards him. Tears stung in my eyes. "If I shame your title, why did you dress me up and haul me down to your breakfast table?" I hiss. My fingers clutch at the gold necklace around my neck. I snap it off of my neck and throw it at him. This surprises him, for he wasn't expecting me to throw the jewels at him. "Why did you try to fuck me if I'm just dirt on the bottom of your feet?" Another strip of gold lace comes off. "I didn't want to be here!" His face crumbles as he walks forwards. I pound him relentlessly with my fists. He wrestles me back, stopping my nails from clawing at my skin. "Elizabella," he whispers. "Stop it. You're hurtin' yourself." I sob silently, resting my head against his chest. He's warm, and his arms comfort me. But I realize who he is, and I push him, my palms hitting him hard in the chest. He stumbles back in shock. "Don't touch me," I say again. "I'm not your whore." Abigor grits his teeth. "The one who choked you was my brother." I turn away from him, my arms folded and my head bent. Tears run silently down my cheeks. I wonder if he can see the bruises on my neck. "I could not stop him," he whispers. "Our people, for centuries, have believed that if you start a fight with your own brother, a long sword fight must begin. And long sword fights usually result in death. And my brother has wanted my throne for years." I don't answer him. I wouldn't care if he died. He sits down in the big chair near the fireplace and stares into the burning logs. I walk slowly away into the corner and sit on Abigor's bed. He lifts his goblet of wine to his lips. "Are you hurt badly?" he asks me. I do not answer him. He sighs. "Come here." His voice is so powerful and superior that I find myself subconsciously moving to sit by him. He looks down at me with blazing, heated eyes. His long, heated fingers brush my hair out of the way to reveal the handprint-shaped bruises imprinted on my skin. He looks away in disgust at what his brother did to me. "Should heal quick," he mumbles. The muscles in his jaw tense as I look at him. "Elizabella," he begins. "I shall not…make you bed me tonight." My heart flutters. He gets up from where he sits in his chair and gulps the rest of the wine down his throat. He slips off his pants, leaving only his breechcloth. His legs are defined and muscular; he's visually a work of art. "But," he interjects. "You will bed me tomorrow. Men have appetites that are meant to be fulfilled. Rumor has it, Elizabella, that 'de harem has told you of my talents, hmm?" I blush, and my mind forgets completely what I was angry with him about. "I don't know what you speak of." His lips tug up at the corners. "I know a liar when I see one." Abigor turns and climbs into his bed, waiting expectantly for me to join him. "Come to bed. We should sleep." I'm reluctant to join him in bed. I undress from my silk and make him turn away before I put on my nightwear. Once I'm finished, he lifts the covers for me to climb in. I'm wary. I slide to the very edge of the bed, my feet hanging off the edge. I'm still angry with him. I'm still hurt from what he'd said about me, basically telling me that I was nothing to him, and he wouldn't tell his brother to stop choking me because it would have spoiled his crown. When he says goodnight, I do not say it back. He licks his finger and pinches the fire on the candle out. I close my eyes and try to get comfortable. But it's near impossible. I'm in a foreign land, in a foreign bed with a foreign man that wants me in an utterly foreign way. Raid " Sit here with me," Cordell whispers softly. I feel the passing breeze kissing my neck as it wanders by and the smell of sweet wildflowers it carries with it. I sit by him in the meadow, my knees hugged to my chest. His reddish-brown hair gleams in the sunlight and I can faintly see the freckles on his pale cheeks illuminating with the sun's presence. He looks like a spring tiger lily. I smile and wrinkle my nose at him. "This place is beautiful. How come I've never been here before?" Cordell looks up towards the clouds. His horse, which is tied to the nearest tree whinnies softly. "I'm not sure. As a child, I always used to come up here for some peace of mind. Majestic, isn't it?" I nod breathlessly. "More than majestic," I agree. The whippoorwills and the nightingales sing in the trees, the common loons calling their mysterious call from the lakes deeper into the surrounding forest. Woodpeckers drill into the bark of trees, the clunking noise echoing in my ears. "Elizabella," he says. I pull my attention from the authentic bird noises and the quiet rustle of the trees to focus on the wonderful man sitting beside me. "One day you will be mine. Promise me, Elizabella, that you will save yourself for me. Wait for me. Because I will always come for you, no matter what." My heart flutters with joy. "Okay. I promise you." He grasps my hand and plants a warm kiss on my skin. He smiles a honey sweet smile, one that spreads over his face slower than the thickest molasses. "That's good. I think about our future life together all the time. You and me in the countryside, living in a big old wooden house built by yours truly, a farm in the back, and little bare-bottomed babies running wild around the living room. Can you see it?" I giggle like a little girl and bat my eyelashes at him. "That sounds absolutely wonderful. And yes, I can see it." I say bashfully. I can't help but picture the scene myself. Little redheaded girls with big green eyes and pretty faces freckled like a robin's egg, and big strong brunette boys with her brown eyes and Cordell's sweet smile. He smiles and lays his folded hands on his knees, puffing out his chest proudly. "Alright. Then it's settled. You and me?" I nod. "You and me." .~.~.~.~. My heart is pounding as I depart from my dream. My mouth falls into a frown as I realize that I'm not in Cordell's bed, but in his bed, in his lands. But I'm comfortable, I'm so comfortable, and I don't want to get up. My eyes flicker open slightly, taking in my surroundings. A heavy tanned arm is draped across my body, and my legs are entwined with another pair of long, hot legs. My eyes widen in realization. I'm lying closer to a man than I ever had before, he wasn't even Cordell. Abigor still sleeps soundly. I don't want to wake him, so I try to slip out of his grasp quietly. I lift his arm off of me and set it on his side. I pull my right leg out of his. He stirs quietly. I silently curse and try my left leg. I've almost got it free when a huge hand wraps around my neck, a gigantic thumb threatening to push on my pulse point. "Where you goin'?" he asks. This angers me. The bruise on my neck still hurts from his brother's assault yesterday. "Let me go," I hiss. "I'm trying to get up." His grip tightens. "Lay back down," he instructs in a firm voice. "I don' wanna get up yet." Shivers crawl up my spine. My fingers try to peel his off of my skin. "You don't need me to sleep," I say. I struggle to get out of his grasp, but he's unrelenting. "Use a pillow, Abigor." He brings me closer and buries his nose in my hair. "Stay," he whispers. "We got a long day ahead of us. I wanna sleep as long as I can." I'm somewhat comfortable in his warm arms, despite the fact that it's like lying in a soft bed with a steaming hot rock. My fingers trace a pattern on his hand. "What do you mean that we've got a long day ahead of us?" His hot breath on my neck gives me gooseflesh all over my body. "The raid parties are goin' out," he whispers huskily. "I got to oversee it in an hour." I don't say anything, for I fear that saying something insulting while in his arms could mean something dangerous for me. It's a wise choice, not saying anything. His warm hand caresses the smooth skin over my hip and his fingertips skirt over my thigh. I tense up almost immediately. He kisses a bruise on my shoulder as his fingers trail down towards my womanhood. I clench my legs together and roll away from him. "Don't," I whisper. I try to stand but he just pulls me closer to his body. "What are you so afraid of?" he asks me. "I told you I wouldn't rape you. I…I not like my men. I take a woman when she begs me to take her, to fuck her so hard and fast that her vision goes blurry and her voice is shot for days." Heat flares in my southern regions, my eyes as wide as saucers as I listen to him. Abigor's huge hands settle on the soft swell of my hips and he grinds his erection into my backside. I find myself gasping before I can even register it. "But I—" "I won't take you unless you ask me to," he confirms, somewhat soothing my worries. "And I don' t'ink you'll get a better offer than dat. But Elizabella, my Tiger Claw, I doubt you'll be able to stay away from me for long." I shudder as he rolls away onto his back, his arms coming up to shield his eyes. I'm frozen in my position. I don't know what to think, or what to say. I look down and see his breechcloth lying on the floor. My eyes flicker back to his huge, beautiful body lying beneath the sheets—I realize that he is naked under the covers and that he was flesh to flesh against me, completely aroused. He looks at me from under his arm, his long black lashes hiding his mischievous brown eyes. "You like what you see?" I realize that I'm staring straight at the appendage straining against the silky sheets. I gasp quickly and look away, redness instantly painting my cheeks. He chuckles smoothly and slides out of bed. He throws the covers off of his glorious naked body and strides over to his wardrobe. I can't help but stare as I see him walk in front of me, his muscled ass cheeks flexing with each step. I feel like I want to swoon. But I remember who this man is and I instantly shake the thought out of my head. I follow subtly behind him. I don't have a wardrobe of my own, and I'm relying on Abigor to give me something to wear. He notices me lingering awkwardly and realizes why I'm doing it. "I should pro'ly tell you 'dat your clothes are in 'de other wardrobe over 'dere." Something about his accent makes me shiver. I look over to the wardrobe in the corner of the large room. I hadn't noticed it before. I open the big wooden doors. I'm blown away by how many dresses are stuffed into the little closet. Reds, blues, greens, yellows, pinks, oranges, and an abundance of other beautiful colours. I glance over at Abigor, changing in the corner. He slips on a red breechcloth with a brown leather waist covering. He then dips two fingers into a wooden paint bowl, spreading paint all over his naked chest. I look in the closet for a red dress. I feel somehow connected with my master and can't help myself when I think about matching him. I select a red silk dress from the wardrobe and begin to change behind the wardrobe door. There's a cracked mirror beside the door, and I look at myself to make sure I appear alright. The silk accents my supple, womanly curves perfectly, adding just the right amount of concealment needed for my satisfaction and comfort. I see Abigor staring at me, mirth in his eyes. My face reddens and I seethe at him. "You wearin' it wrong," he mumbles in his thick, husky accent. "Here, lemme help you." I decide whether or not I should let him help me. "Don't look at my chest," I warn him. He takes the silk off of my shoulders, keeping his eyes down as he wrapped the red silk tightly around my bare breasts. As soon as they're covered, he looks up, walking around me all the while winding the silk around my body. By the time he's finished, I look and feel like an exotic princess. The way he wrapped me boosted my breasts and made them look awfully perky and 'up for grabs'. He comes back with red jewels on another golden chain and hands it to me. It's more beautiful than the gorgeous one I wore yesterday. "Where did you get this?" I ask him. He merely shrugs his shoulders, painting on his body more. I examine the jewels for a moment more before I decide to put them around my neck. I sweep my long chestnut curls forward and then back. I feel dirty after not having had a bath in a few days. Perhaps I'd ask for one later. He brings the paint bowl over to me. "I paint you," he murmurs, holding out the bowl. I look at the liquid inside of the bowl and cringe. It's red and thick looking. "Is it berry juice?" I ask. Abigor snorts. "Pig's blood." I hold back the vomit threatening to come up the back of my throat. "I'm not putting pig's blood on me," I say defiantly. "That's…that's gross." He raises an eyebrow. "Do you know how petty you sound?" he asks, somewhat amused. "We always wear red on the days of the raids. And as my mistress, you're to honour my title by wearing pig's blood on your face." I suddenly feel guilty about wearing red and wish that I could change out of my clothes. Stupid girl, why did you have to want to colour coordinate with him? "How can you send raid parties out and be proud of what you do? You steal, you pillage and plunder, and you kill. You kidnap, you take slaves. You ruin lives!" Abigor is listening to me intently as if he actually cares about what I am saying. "I'm not wearing the pig's blood." He gets mad this time, his face reddening as he clenches his fists at his side and grits his teeth. "You are wearing the blood." I put my hands on my hips and stare at him defiantly. "I do not approve! I will not support this." "I do not care if you support or not!" he booms angrily. I jump in shock; I've offended him greatly. "You could have been raped, and you could have and should have been beaten for your defiance! But alas, you have not! I could take this all away right now and be your worst nightmare, Elizabella. Hold. Your. Tongue." My face pales instantly and I feel my stomach churn in fear. I believe him. I stop acting like a child and sit down in the chair. I nod breathlessly. As he calms, I watch the fire go right out of his big brown eyes to watch as the soothing waves roll in. He dips two fingers into the blood and begins to paint on my face. I let him. I close my eyes as he swirls his wet fingers over my smooth skin, streaking both my cheeks with three stripes of blood and dots above my eyes. "Done," he whispers softly, the same smile tugging at the corner of his reluctant lips. "You look like a barbarian now." I'm not proud of that, but I'm really glad that he's not angry anymore. Cassandra had told me of his temper, and I'd foolishly almost pushed him right over the edge. I insulted everything he lived for. The barbarians are a life of crime. They are born of blood and death, sacrifice and fault. I stand as he opens the door to the hallway. I follow him outside, hearing the bustle of soldiers in red cloths and blood acting as body paint rush down the hallway with spears, knives and khopesh swords in their hands. He leads me to the grand hall, where his throne sits. It's a great golden throne with animal skins thrown over it and spears jutting from the back of it, skewering dead bear heads like a meat ka-bob. I cringe when I see their glassy eyes staring at me. Abigor sits down on his throne and nods to the tiny pillow next to his throne. Am I supposed to sit there? He gives me a serious look that tells me that I shouldn't argue. I sit down on the red velvet pillow and watch as the men silence immediately in Abigor's presence. I scan the crowds. I see Abigor's brother and instantly fuel my hatred towards him. Abigor had told me his brother's name, Iron Coyote or his commoner's name, William, and of his actions. Iron Coyote's whores always came out of his bedroom bruised and bloody, and he is always greedy with the lust for Abigor's throne and fortune. I glare at him. He points at the bruises on my neck, bringing it to the attention of another barbarian warrior. They laugh heartily. I curse them mentally. Abigor gives them a death stare. Iron Coyote and his colleague quiet down. He stands, the blood on his body dripping through the deep ridges in his abdominal muscles. Then he does something I do not expect. He roars like a lion, and his men join him in calling. He raises a special spear laying next to his throne and raises it into the air. The spear is drenched with dark red blood. That doesn't look like pig's blood. Abigor speaks in his language to the crowd of rowdy barbarians. I do not catch where he is leading the raid, but I feel the slightest disgust towards Abigor as he talks to the crowd of riled up warriors ready to shed blood and steal. He is so animated when he speaks. I read his movements instead of his lips. He moves his hands in the formation of the sun, waves of an ocean, and flexes his inhumanly large bicep muscles to show strength. I can't help but ogle. Athenodora was right about one thing with Abigor—he was a fine man indeed. I know when his speech is over. The men all chant the same words three times in a row, "Za mu yi yãki, mu rayu ma yau da dare!" before they rush out of the grand hall and out of the castle. Abigor gets up from his throne and follows slowly behind his men. He casts a glance over his shoulder and gives me an intense gaze. "Ku zo," he says. "Come. Follow me outside." I get up from my position on the pillow and start after him slowly. He holds the door open for me surprisingly and leads me out into the unbearable hot day. The roads have been kicked with extra dust from all of the barefooted men running around with large wolves that acted as pets. The barbarians took wild wolves to their raids to make it easier for them. The wolves would attack anyone they saw and get a free meal. I stand beside Abigor, feeling slightly ashamed to be the king's mistress. "Ku zo," he says again, nodding his head to the small stable behind the castle. Inside there are horses whinnying and whining loudly. I've lots of experience with horses for my father ran a farm and I would ride my favourite horse Pansy out into the meadows sometimes. He walks into the stables, inspecting the horses until he finds one. It is a strong palomino blonde horse. I'm in love with the horse immediately. I reach out my hand, and the horse puts its soft nose into my palm. I giggle softly. "Yours," he tells me. I look at him incredulously. Is he serious? He smiles and nods, like he's reading my mind. "Named Rana Fashe. Daybreak." "Rana Fashe, Daybreak," I repeat. He smiles slightly and rests his muscled arms on the pen of my new horse's pen. He points at a strong black stallion in the next stall. "Mine," he says. "Name is Tsakar dare. In your language, his name is Midnight." I'm fascinated. I had no idea that the barbarians favoured horses. They usually liked to walk barefoot to places or ride their oxen in their fields. It was stupid of me to think that they didn't ride horses, but I just had never seen them raid villages on the backs of horses. I purse my lips before looking back up at him. "Do we get to ride them?" I ask him. There's a certain glint in his eyes that tells me yes, you do get to. I'm excited. This is the first nice thing Abigor's done for me since I'd gotten here, not mentioning the fact that he let sex go for two days in a row. He starts to walk out of the stables. I'm confused. "Abi—uh, I mean Dances With Wolves, wait!" Abigor turns around to look at me, his black eyes digging deep beneath my clothes. "Yes?" His voice is so smooth and deep; it gives me shivers. I shift in my place and moisten my dry lips with my tongue. I point to his body paintings. "I thought…aren't you going to take um…Tsakar dare out for the raid?" My voice is shaky. I throw a glance back to the black stallion huffing impatiently. He simply looks at me and says, "Someone must run the kingdom." Then he turns on his heel and leaves me alone in the stables. My shoulders slump slightly. I pat my new horse's nose before following after him. Abigor is far ahead and he does not slow down for me to catch up to him. I stand in front of the stables and watch him enter his great stone castle. He hadn't beckoned me after him or anything. I narrow my eyes. Fine, if he does not care about my whereabouts, why should it matter if I took Daybreak out for a first ride? I run back to the stables where my horse is waiting patiently in her pen, and let her out. I grab the reins on the horse's back and lead her out into the sunshine. The horse is eager to be ridden, I can tell. I hoist myself up onto her back and speed out into the forest. 0o0o0o0o The meadow about two miles from the castle is the most beautiful meadow I've ever seen. Wildflowers are littered around the grass like the gods dumped a full handful of mixed flower seeds over the little section. I steer Daybreak over to a tree and hop off of her back, tying the reins loosely to a branch so she wouldn't run away. I've never ridden a more coordinated horse. The birds sing in the trees, the gentle breeze kissing my naked shoulders. It blows the soft red silk of my skirt back, and I feel a cooling breeze cool off my hot legs. I've never been so at ease. I've probably been away from the castle for a half hour. I wonder if Abigor's looking for me by now. I don't know, and I shouldn't care. I bend down and pick up a beautiful wild poppy, smelling it. I then put it in my hair, just like I used to do when I was a child. I bound across the meadow, feeling the soft flowers at my ankles until I hit the treeline. I peer ahead. I can't see anything but green. It's beautiful. As I turn to check on Daybreak, I hear a cry far out in the distance. I want to investigate. I unleash Daybreak from her post at the tree and steer her forward into the trees. We go down a hill and across a small bubbling creek before I hear the cry again. In the distance, I see a village. Then as I urge the horse forward, I hear more and more cries of villagers…and then the cries of barbarians. My eyes widen as I see the sight unfolding before me. Barbarians are burning houses and ransacking villagers of their wealth, carrying them in heavy sacks thrown across their backs. One raises a spear and goes charging at a young woman trying to escape into the forest with her keepsake and handmaiden. He chases her until she falls to the ground, the bag of keepsakes spilling over the grass. I want to cry when I see the spear pierce the skin above her heart. The handmaiden is also killed, and the keepsake bag is rummaged and stolen from the deceased. I look away, back to the centre of the village. One man has a noose around his neck and is being dragged to a wooden idol in the centre of a village. One barbarian throws one side of the rope over the idol's arm and yanks. The man is hung and then laughed at. My heart fills with anguish, sadness and fury. The houses burn down. Money and jewels are stolen. Lives are taken, and maidens are raped before their dying mothers. I hear one barbarian unleash his wolf on a man and his child. The man struggles to defend his child, but the wolf gets in a good bite, and the child dies instantly. The man fights off the wolf, but eventually, the animal's strong jaws lock around his neck and tears. Tears sting my eyes. I slap the reins on my horse and turn back into the meadow. I hadn't seen the gist of what had happened that day. I heard my house being ransacked, I saw a man speared, and I ran off into the forest before anything worse could happen. As I turn around, I see Abigor sitting on his strong black stallion, a cold look on his face. I'm afraid to move, but my horse slowly canters forwards. I can tell that he's angry with me. I wipe away my tears and try to compose myself. He digs his heels into his horse's belly and gallops full speed ahead until he reaches me. "What 'de fuck do you t'ink you're doing?" he booms, his eyes filled to the brim with blood red wrath. "You try to escape!" I'm angry with him. I hear the screaming in the background. "No, I wasn't trying to escape," I cry back at him angrily. "I was taking my horse out for a ride. It didn't look like you cared, did you?" His face turns bright red. "How dare you! Ya kamata in ya buga muku mummunan hali!" Now he's screaming in his barbaric language, ranting as his horse circles mine. Now I begin to cry against my will. I'm so angry that I can't help myself. "I should have run away! You're a horrible human being. You're no king! You're a slaughterer, a beast!" I dig my heels into the horse's belly and run ahead. He speeds after me. "And you're no mistress either, you won't even fuck me!" he spits. "That's what whores 'supposed to do, huh? 'Dey fuck 'de man, not piss 'de man off! Dakiki kariya ya kamata kazaunaa indakuka kasance. Shinabin da kukeaka ce! Kana iya an ji masa rauni." I make Daybreak run faster ahead. Finally, Abigor gives up and lets me speed ahead. Tears blind my eyes as Daybreak gallops faster. I'm so angry I feel uncontrollable. I want Michelle. I want to sob in her arms, and I want her to tell me that everything will be alright. But will it be? 0o0o0o0o I find Abigor to be so angry when we come back in from our little quarrel out in the meadows. I hide away in the harem during lunch and a little bit after 3 o' clock. I sit in the bathtub behind a curtain, the dark room lit by luminous and fragrant candles. I sigh and lean my head against the lip of the wooden bathtub. Michelle comes up behind me, dressed in brilliant green silk and emerald jewels. She has been taken as Drinks of Waterfall's mistress. "Have you not pleased your master? Just this evening I saw him taking Camellia into his chambers." I feel angry and almost betrayed that Abigor made love to another woman, but I remember that he's a barbarian and that's what they do. I shrug my shoulders and wash the red blood off of my skin. I do not mind Michelle in here. She has helped give me baths countless times before, but now I feel like it really isn't right. We are equals now, in this utterly foreign land. She kneels near the tub and dips her finger into the hot water. "You did not answer me, my lady." I grimace and shake my head, my wet hand gripping hers. "I'm no longer 'my lady' to you, Michelle. Call me Elizabella." Michelle opens her big brown eyes in shock. "I—I am not your equal. I am your handmaiden—" "Not here," I cut her off quickly. "And never will you be my handmaiden again. You are a friend…my closest friend." She smiles tenderly at me, blushing a bright red colour. I sink deeper into the bathwater and sigh. She looks behind the curtain for anyone listening or watching. "He told me his commoner's name," Michelle whispers to me. I'm interested. I lean forward in the tub, wanting to hear the name. "It's Tristan. But God save us all, Elizabella, if he finds out about me telling you that." I press my lips into a straight, tight line and nod. "Your secret is safe with me," I chuckle. "He told me his name was Abigor. I'm not supposed to tell you that either, but I don't care." Michelle furrows her brow. "He is not pleased with you? Or are you not pleased with him?" I shrug. "It can go both ways, really," I explain, the hot water licking at my shoulders. "I ran off with the new horse he gave me to have a ride and get some fresh air for a half hour, and he got awfully upset with me. But I saw the village he led his men on and I became…sick, almost. It was appalling, Michelle. The slaughter, the blood, the fire, and the death." Her eyes widened as she pulled up a stool and listened for more. "That's horrible!" she exclaims. Her eyes are full of fear and upset. I don't blame myself for putting it there. I blame Abigor and his barbarian pack of brutes. I lick my lips, mirth sparkling in my eyes. "I told him he was no king, and that he was a slaughterer. He didn't enjoy hearing that, I'll tell you that. I was afraid he'd strike me, but I rode ahead and he hasn't bothered me since." I stand from the bath and Michelle hands me a towel to dry myself with. She helps my silky golden robes onto me before leading me out of the bathing area. The women gather around Camellia, one of the younger girls in the harem. She is bruised and weakened. Suddenly, I remember what Michelle told me. Camellia had gone into Abigor's room to satisfy his sexual needs. I'm horrified. I storm out of the room. 0o0o0o0o He is so angry that he does not speak to me that night. I lay in bed long after he had gone to sleep. My fingers run over the blunt edge of the curved blade. I'm drowsy and tired, and I can even tell myself that I'm not in the right mindset. I slowly sit up, making sure that I do not rouse him from his sleep. I press the silver blade to his neck. My heart's pounding in my chest. He does not wake. I climb into his lap, pressing the blade harder to his neck. "Do it." The voice startles me. It's soft, but I do not expect it. He does not open his eyes, and he does not move. His lips merely move again. "Do it. Slit my throat. Do it." I stall, my heart clambering ridiculously against my ribs. I can't move. He cracks his eyes open a little bit and slides his hands up my arms. "I said do it." I stare down him under heavy-lidded eyes. "You are not afraid?" I ask softly. The candles are the only light in the large room. He chuckles and gets comfortable under the blade. "Everyone dies, zaki da budurwar. Whether it be now or sixty years from now, whether it be by your blade or old age. It all happens." My lip trembles. "If I don't kill you, you'll just kill more innocent people." He blinks. "Yes." I'm startled by his answer. I am the one with the blade, and his life is (possibly) in danger. I press the tip into his jugular vein, careful not to split any skin. "I won't lie to you, Tiger Claw. I steal, I kill, I beat, and I fuck…but I do not lie." I imagine the kingdom without Abigor. Then his brother, Will, would take the throne, and me as his mistress. I cringe. I pull the blade away and slump into his body. The blade clatters to the floor. Warm, large arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer. Hot lips are near my ear. Tears sting in my eyes and fall slowly down my cheeks. "I do not deserve your kindness," I sniffle quietly. "No," he agrees. "You don't. But you still gon' get it." I pull back to look at him, my eyes watery. "I just attempted to kill you." His hand comes up to stroke my cheek, pushing the hair out of my eyes, and his lips pulled up into a smug grin. "S'nothin'. You not the first one to try and kill me, Tiger Claw. But I'm glad that 'dis time it was you." He lays me back down next to him. I'm at ease, but I know I'm not completely off the hook. My cold fingers find his warm hand and I begin to trace the patterns of his palm. He grasps my hand and squeezes tightly. "Sleep, soyayya," he says. I close my eyes. I sleep, never letting go of his hand. Deal When I wake up, he's dressed and sitting in his big bearskin chair by the unlit fireplace. It's sort of cold that morning. He's a complete blanket-hog and leaves me with barely anything to cover up with. Maybe it's because his body's so big, I contemplate. He's got an old sack lying by his feet. Abigor's long black hair falls, unbraided, around his shoulders. It's silky and black, just like the midnight sky. He knows I'm awake. He pulls a blue sapphire necklace out of the sack and holds it up. "You like 'dis?" he asks. Abigor casts a sideways glance at me. I nod quickly and clear my throat. "It's beautiful," I murmur, gripping the sheets beneath the soft linen sheets beneath me. He tosses it over to me, and then focuses his attention back to the bag. I examine the jewels. They sparkle in the sweet morning light filtering through the windows in Abigor's room. They're absolutely gorgeous. I wonder if he bought them for me. I slide out of bed, only clad in my nightgown, and approach him slowly. He notices my presence but does not stop his rummaging. "Good morning, then," he grounds out in his deep, husky voice. Nodding, I go to sit by his chair. I jerk my head towards the bag sitting beside his feet. "Where'd you get those?" I ask him curiously. "Did you buy them all?" He merely chuckles and shakes his head. "I am the king. I do not buy," he snaps as if I'm supposed to know that. I frown and look into the bag. There are jewels and gold and other valuable items. I lick my dry lips. "Then where did you get them all?" I ask, slightly annoyed that he still hasn't answered me. "Raid," he replies. "Everything here is a result of raiding, stealing, and pillaging." I gape, looking around the room. There are paintings, tall wardrobes, and jewels littered around the room. "Everything?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. I can't believe that everything here had been stolen from villagers. He'd apparently done a lot of stealing, that was for sure. Abigor gets up from his seat. "Yes." He carries the bag over to a desk and displays it to her eyes. "Everything." The jewels are dumped out onto the wooden countertop and feebly toyed with. I stand by him. I can't believe how beautiful his hair is. I reach out, my mind unable to think and/or process what I'm exactly doing, and stroke the soft black strands. He jumps slightly and turns his head. "Don't touch," he growls at me. I reel back in surprise, snatching my hand away. I blink uncomfortably. "I'm…I'm sorry. I just wanted to braid it." He turns around, his nostrils flaring and his eyes trying to search for hidden words in the wood. The muscles in his jaw tense as his fingers grip the sides of his chair. "You want to braid 'de hair?" he asks softly. I nod, even though he can't see me. "Yes. You…have beautiful hair." My hands itch at my sides. I wonder if he'll let me braid it. The practice of braiding a barbarian man's hair was very sacred; the longer the hair of the barbarian, the greater the warrior. He stiffly nods his head as he relaxes. "Alright." I blink. I don't know if I've heard him right, or if I'm just hallucinating or dreaming. But I'm not. I touch his hair, his long glorious black hair, and separate it into three pieces. I'm in awe. The men in my kingdom had short hair or greasy hair tied back into little ponytails behind their heads. When I begin to braid, a question enters my mind. "Abigor, do you know what the Silvertongue is?" I ask him. Cordell had told me that the barbarians were in possession of the Silvertongue and that was why he wanted to travel there, to decipher the Book of Azazel with it and gain world domination. I can tell he wasn't expecting the question to come up. He drops the jewel he was inspecting in shock. "How you know about 'dat, kadan daya?" he asks me. I twist his hair tightly, nervous about answering. I think of my words, and how to say them carefully. "Um, well…there was this man back in my village that always used to talk about the Silvertongue and the Book of Azazel. He said that the Silvertongue was here, in the barbarian kingdoms. He said that you were the one that possessed it." Abigor is tense again, the subject making him uncomfortable. "The Book of Azazel is a force to be reckoned wit'," he growls. "Not good, Elizabella. Not good." I continue to braid his hair. He clenches a chain so tightly in his hand that one of the golden loops bends right in his hands. "Is it true that you really have the Silvertongue with you?" I ask him. "Or were they all bluffing when they said that?" It takes him a moment to answer me. "Of course I have the Silvertongue with me," he whispers. He nods towards a small wooden box hidden in the corner of the room, under concealment of a few books. "In 'dere. But don't you ever touch it, you hear? S'dangerous." I'm nearing the end of his braid. "Okay," I say. "Do you have something to tie with?" He digs into his pocket and pulls out a strip of leather. I tie the end of the braid and let it fall onto his muscled back. I notice the whip marks on his skin. My eyes widen as I run my fingers across them, pink fleshly scars from years ago. "Good gods," I whisper. "What happened to you?" He sweeps his braid forward and waits a moment before answering me. "Discipline happened to me," he says to me. "My father whipped me when I was young." How come I've never noticed this? I run my fingertips across his back softly and slowly, trying not to hurt him. He shudders at my touch. "Does that feel good?" I ask him, a tad humorous with my demeanour. He does not say anything to me, so I automatically assume that he likes it. My fingers run over a scar. "Spirits, woman, your hands are like magic," he moans softly, tilting his head and enjoying my touch. "No masseuse does what you do." I pull my hands back and his head slumps. "If you not gon' fuck me, the least you can do is 'dat," he grumbles, insisting that I touch him again. I laugh. "Point taken," I say. But before I can really start working his muscles beneath my fingers, the door bursts open and there stands Three Horses in the doorway. I snatch my hands away and jump back from where Abigor was sitting. Three Horses clears his throat and his eyes jump to his king. "Your brother got hurt during 'de raid," he says. Abigor grits his teeth, he's clearly pissed off about being interrupted. "How injured?" he asks. "A long gash on his arm," Three Horses replies. "He's in a lot of pain." Abigor rolls his eyes. I suppress a giggle. "Stupid bastard," he growls. "Where is he now?" Three Horses nods his head down the hallway. "In his corridor, my king. I told him you would come." He narrows his eyes at the man standing in the doorway. "You told him…alright. Get out, I'll be there in a moment." Three Horses nods his head and departs the room, shutting the door behind him. I walk forward, peering down at Abigor. "Iron Coyote?" I question. Abigor firmly nods, tugging at his braid. "I should just start callin' him 'de stupid bastard," he hisses at no one in particular. "Always foolish, always greedy." I pull up a wooden chair and sit next to Abigor at the desk. "Did you have to look after him a lot when you were young?" I ask. "Was he a pain then too?" The beautiful man in front of my laughs humorlessly. "He was the one takin' care of me, Tiger Claw," he remarks. "I'm his younger brother." I gape. Back in my kingdom, the older child always inherits the throne before the younger child. They always automatically have the privileges and the rights. But the rule only worked for males, and not females; meaning if a man had an older sister, he would take the throne before she did. I blink and tilt my head. "How…how does this work?" I question. "Usually the older brother gets the throne first, correct?" He shakes his head, glancing at me through his peripherals. "Not here, it doesn't work like 'dat. Before my father died, he said that I was the more suitable successor. My brother has frequent outbursts of anger that can result in a lot of people getting hurt. He also has a habit of…drinkin' a lot." "So he just agreed to give the throne over to you?" I ask. Abigor shook his head, his lips tugging up in a sly smirk. "No, o' course not. He had a fit, an' challenged me to a long sword fight. My brother wanted me dead. My father said that I should accept—he had faith that I'd win the fight. We fought, and I won, coming out of the battle with only a few cuts." I'm confused. My eyebrows scrunch together and I bite my lip in contemplation. "But Iron Coyote, your brother…he's still alive." "Good observation, Tiger Claw," he chuckles. "I had mercy on his rotten soul and spared him, just so he could watch me ascend the throne and see the dissatisfaction in his eyes. Just seeing 'de look on his face the day of my crownin' was better 'den sex." I laugh in shock, my eyes widening. "That's awfully mean," I drawl softly. "But funny. Quite funny." He gets up and heads to the door. I follow him eagerly, wanting to see the man that assaulted me beaten and bloody in his bed. "Go back to the harem," he instructs before turning down the hall. I stop in my tracks. "Don't you wish my company?" Abigor stops walking for a moment. "My brother does not wish your company." I'm flabbergasted. "What? Why?" I shriek. "He's the one who assaulted me! I didn't stick my fingers up his private parts!" I expect him to roll his eyes at me and continue on, but he does the exact opposite. A small smile creeps onto his face as sweet as honey in the summertime, and he throws his head back, a deep laugh bursting from the cobwebbed and dusty catacombs of his throat. I've never heard him laugh so loud. The maidservants and slave-men all do a double-take when they hear him laughing, their mouths like O's and their eyes bugging out of their heads. His big hand lands on my shoulder and steers me around. "Go to the harem," he laughs, the creases of his big brown eyes crinkling with amusement. "And leave me alone." I'm happy to oblige, a blush rising slowly in my cheeks just like the sun in the morning. I cast my eyes down to the floor and stumble down the hallway to the harem, just like he told me to. 0o0o0o0o "He did what?" "Laughed!" I reply to Athenodora. "He laughed so loud that I'm pretty sure the whole castle heard it. I've never heard him laugh so loud before." Evalyn shuffles forward and sits in our circle. "Okay, so we've never even heard him laugh before. Dances With Wolves doesn't laugh, dammit. Ever. For him, that's...like…out of line!" Michelle finishes Sulpicia's braid before scooting into our circle. "Even Drinks of Waterfall doesn't laugh. And I consider us to be pretty close." I frown at her. "That's because you lay with him," I interject. "He only likes you for what you've got." Cassandra shrugs her shoulders. "So what?" she says. "That's what they all want. I consider myself to be pretty close with Three Horses sometimes. He can be so tender during sex. Aren't you giving Dances With Wolves the bits?" My eyes widen. I don't want to make him feel embarrassed that he hasn't gotten into my pants yet, but I'm also kind of proud that I've stood my ground for this long without having him seduce or rape me. "Y-yes. Of course." Cassandra rolls her big green doe eyes at me, her brown lashes fluttering. "Oh, I know a liar when I see one. You still look like a virgin. But what I want to know is…" "How you stayed virgin for all this time!" Athenodora interjects. "Tell. Dances With Wolves usually gets down to business, no time for playing around. Puts it in, jams it for a while, gets her off first, then blows his load." I grimace at the mental picture put into my head by the little blonde twig in front of me. The ladies "ooh" and "aww" in front of me, saying how considerate he was, and how men usually didn't get the woman off at all. Michelle blinks and rolls her lips, tapping her long fingernails on the cold, stone floor. "Drinks of Waterfall is a good lover," she remarks. "He knows how to please a woman." Cassandra gets a little defensive. She narrows her eyes at Michelle. "That's because he's fucked many. You're nothing special, and don't expect anything more than fucking from him. I should also know that he's a good bedmate." Michelle gasps, looking down at the floor. I chew my lip anxiously. That was a little bit too harsh. "What she means to say," Evalyn cuts in. "Is that she just doesn't want you becoming too attached to him. I'm pretty sure Drinks of Waterfall has taken all of us and sampled us a few times. He's asked us all back more than once, and yes, he has his favourites. But they're barbarians, and they don't want attachment or marriage just yet. Especially not the king's guard, which he's a part of." My friend nods her head, and I can see her eyes bubbling up with tears. I remind myself not to become too attached to Abigor, either. He's probably sampled the whole entire kingdom. He's the goddamn king, and he can have any woman he wants. The door bursts open and in comes Arlena, a frail girl with bright blue eyes and light strawberry blonde curls. Her mouth is bloody and her cheekbone was badly bruised. I gasp as everyone rushes to her aid. My eyes flicker to the doorway, where Iron Coyote stands, bloody bandages on his arm, which was cradled in a leather sling. He casts me a glance, and I instantly feel repulsed. He grins. "Someone needs to teach that whore how to suck cock," he grinds out. "Nipped me." Before I can stop myself, I scream out, "Good." I'm seething and all I see is red. "Someone needs to teach you a goddamn lesson on how to be fucking human!" He's no longer laughing. He's angry, clearly pissed. "Who's gonna teach me, princess? You? I'll fuck you for sure." The whole room is silent as we argue. Arlena hides behind my body, clearly afraid of the ignorant prince. "Your brother will teach you, just like he always has!" His eyes widen as he staggers forward, vengeful and pissed. "Wulakanci ne karuwa!" he cries. "How dare you speak to a royal in such a manner!" He's so close to hitting me when Abigor yanks him away and backhands his older brother across the face. "Fuck, get a hold of yourself! I tol' you to stay in the goddamn bed and stay away from 'de whores!" Iron Coyote scowls at me and spits in my direction. "Put a leash on your kariya, brother…or I will. And she won't like it." Abigor scowls right back at his brother. "You won't touch what's mine. Ever." And they're out of the room. Cassandra bounds over to me and grabs me by the collar of my necklace. "Foolish!" she gasps. Then she smiles, laughing breathlessly. "You should have gotten your ass beaten." "Could have," Evalyn interjects. "But didn't. I think our king here is a bit taken with you, miss Elizabella." I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks again. There's no doubt in my mind that I believe what Evalyn says. I mean for the gods' sakes, I had braided his hair. That was a worshipped practice! We all turn our attention back to Arlena. Evalyn is like the harem doctor, always making up little potions and serums to heal the beaten and bloodied girls that crawl like scared puppies back into our little harem haven. She brings over the same purplish potion that she had used on my neck bruises and a bowl of greenish liquid. She sits before Arlena, dabbing her fingers into the thick violet cream and spreads it in patches over her blackened bruises. Arlena winces as Evalyn moves on to the green liquid. She cleans the violet cream off of her fingers with an old rag and dips them into the greenish liquid. The redhead seems to clench her teeth and tense her muscles when Evalyn touches her bloodied lip with the liquid. She cries out in pain, but Evalyn hushes her. "Calm yourself, Cece. It'll be over in just a few seconds." And she is right. Evalyn removes her fingers and Arlena's lip is rapidly healing before our eyes. "How do you do that?" I find myself asking. Never had I seen a remedy like that practised back in my little village, not even on our yearly visits to the kingdom. Evalyn grins. "It's the waraka leaf, Elizabella. That literally translates into 'the healing leaf.' It only grows in the barbarian territories, so that's probably why this seems so new to you. I've been studying the plant life around here for quite some time. It's interesting. Word has it that Dances With Wolves is thinking about maybe naming me the castle healer. Exciting, isn't it?" I blink and chew on my lip. "What did you do for a living before you were…um, before you…" "Before I became a whore?" she asks. I cringe at her word choice because that's not how I would have put it at all. She shrugs her shoulders. "In my village, I was a healer and a part-time midwife. I worked with my grandmother and my sister Annabel. We collected herbs from the forests and made healing potions…" My eyes widen. "Oh. That's quite interesting." Soon, Arlena is all better and chatting happily with the rest of the harem. 0o0o0o0o "Don't do 'dat," he scolds me as my fingers scratch at my skin. It's an annoying habit of mine that comes about when I'm nervous, angry or upset. I look down at my arm and I'm slightly surprised to see that I had drawn a little bit of blood. I feel the sting almost as soon as I pull my fingernail away. The warm, bright red blood trickles down my arm in a little stream. "I'm sorry," I say mindlessly. "It's a habit of mine." He inhales on the little wooden pipe and then lets the smoke float out from his lips. "Break it 'den," he tells me firmly. He tosses me a wet rag that lay in a bowl on the counter and I wipe away the blood subtly. It's around eleven o'clock in the morning and he had called me in here for company about fifteen minutes ago. He smokes his pipe and drinks his wine as he lounges on the stone floor, back pressed up against the wall. I sit near him. He tells me that I amuse him more than the other whores and that he liked having me all to himself even though he didn't get to fuck me. It was kind of a compliment, and I liked being complimented. Abigor gazes at me from under heavy-lidded eyes and smirks. "I like you," he remarks. "You try to kill me." I heave out a surprised huff of laughter and furrow my brows. "I don't see how that makes any sense at all. I tried to kill you. You should really hate me, you know." He purses his lips and shakes his head. "I can't hate you, Tiger Claw. You're 'de strongest woman I ever met." He draws smoke from his pipe and lets it curl of out of his lips like a smoke-dragon. I blush bright red. "If that's a compliment, then…then thank you. You're not a pompous arrogant prick like your other men are. You're so much different." He chuckles softly as he sets down his pipe to fetch his goblet of wine. "I know," he simply says. "And gods, I can't wait to fuck you. I've never done a budurwa." I frown at him and show my teeth at him. "You know what? I actually take back what I said about you." "Relax!" he laughs. "I was just jokin' wit' you." I can feel myself relax as I let out a little breathy noise that passes for laughter. I slump against the wall too. "Cruel, King Abigor. Quite cruel…" I grab the pipe and inhale the smoke, trying to see if I could curl smoke out of my lips just like he did. But instead, I do the opposite. I choke on the smoke, nearly killing myself and giving Abigor a heart attack. "You inhaled," he laughs. "Stupid." I laugh in shock, my eyes widening. "You are positively cruel." I give him back the pipe, still coughing. He offers his wine, but I turn it down. I was never big on wine. I fan myself with my hand. The heat of the outdoors flowing through the open window makes my hair frizz up and my skin feel sticky. "It's scorching hot in here!" "Got a lot warmer in here when you walked in," he says in his deep, smooth voice. I gasp softly as my head snaps towards his. At first, I assume he's joking, but the look on his face says otherwise. He smiles sweeter and slower than molasses. This man must have had years and years of education in the art of seducing whores. But I'm not a whore, I'm a civilized woman educated in the arts of courtship and kindness, which the barbarian people obviously lack. "That was a good one," I tell him, nodding my head. He looks out past me, staring the marks on the door. "There's gon' be a festival tonight. I want you to come an' stand by me." I blink, watching him intently with interested eyes as he draws smoke from his pipe again. "You…you want me to come to the festival tonight…and stand by you?" He nods his head. "S' a shagali festival. Big fire, dancin', loud music, and rituals. We have one every damina, or as your kind call it, summer." I tap my blunt fingernails on the stone floor. "So you want me to come to your shaggly?" He laughs. "Sha-ga-li," he breaks it down for me. "Shagali," I repeat. "Festival." He nods and smiles. "I should teach you Hausa," he says. I furrow my eyebrows at him. "Hausa?" I ask. "What's that?" He lets smoke curl out from his lips, smiling slowly. His eyes glow with youth and mischief. "That's actually what we originally go by. But you palefaces jus' keep callin' us barbarians so much that it kinda stuck wit' us." My face reddens and I choke back laughter. "Oh, I didn't know. So you go by Hausa?" I ask him. He shrugs his massive shoulders, setting the pipe down and drinking from his goblet. "I do, but 'de men took on 'de likin' of barbarian." I sigh. "I never knew." He licks the excess wine droplets off of his full russet lips and makes a noise so deep in his chest that makes my heart flutter, sending a burst of heat down to my lady parts. I try to shake it off by taking my mind somewhere else. "So you're going to teach me your language?" He nods. "If you want." I nod right back at him. "I want." He holds up his goblet and shows me the contents. "Giya. Wine. Now you repeat it back to me." "Giya," I say, testing it out on my tongue. He nods his head, his braid falling forward over his broad and toned shoulder. "Good. Now…" Abigor points to his eyes. "Idanu. Eyes." "Idanu. Eyes." It goes on like that for a little bit longer. Hair is gashi, chair is kujera, hands are hannayen, smoke is shan taba, legs are kafafu and arms are makamai. He makes a deal with me at that moment. He promises to tell me a new word each day when we wake and teach me some of the words as long as I promise not to get on his nerves as much anymore and to never run away again. I agree to his terms. He smirks as he stands from his position on the floor. I gape like a Venus flytrap trying to catch bugs on a hot summer afternoon as he unties his breechcloth, baring his muscled and firm backside to my unyielding eyes. I wonder what he's doing. Will he take me? He does not, I find out, when he strolls to one of the doors in his room, opening it and revealing a large, dark bathroom, illuminated by scented candles and beautiful decorations. He turns his torso around so he can look at me. I do not see his genitals. "I'm going to get clean before 'de shagali. You're very welcome to join me, Eliz'bella." I feel my face heat up like a pot of water over a raging cooking fire. I look away from his beautiful being to the cold, hard ground. He shrugs and sighs. "If you change your mind, I'll leave 'de door unlocked for you. Feel free to surprise me." I gasp and look up. I can faintly see his satisfied smile and his wink, but he's already mostly disappeared into the bathroom, his braid flicking behind him like a horse's tail. That man. It's sinful the way this man's seducing me. He's making me want him for all of the wrong reasons I should want a man for. And to be truthful, I've never wanted a man as much as I want Abigor at this moment. Shagali He comes out of the bathroom fully naked and still dripping wet, soapy water trickling through his defined abdominal muscles like they were deep trenches. I'm lounging on his bed, my skirt hiked up my leg completely, baring my milky white skin to his hungry eyes. I was looking at a book with interesting pictures that told me a little bit about the barbarian/Hausa history. His eyes are like an animal in mating season, a male seeing his female perfectly in reach, and in heat. Abigor bounds over to me in three graceful, yet manly steps and grips me by the neck, pressing me to the sheets forcefully. At first I'm scared that he doesn't like that I was reading his book without his permission and is going to choke me, but then I realize that he's smirking, his grip on my neck lessening quickly. "What are you doin'," he whispers softly in my ear. "Loungin' on my bed like 'dat. Lookin' so…so fuckable." I want to gasp, but the wind has been locked out of my lungs as his heavy, naked body pins mine to the bed. I begin to struggle, but he mistakes my attempt at escaping his arms as passion. He groans loudly, his head collapsing against his chest. "Ungh. Eliz'bella…" His voice makes my body betray my mind; I'm aroused. His erection is pressing into me, and I realize that I must have pressed my pelvis into him. He looks up into my eyes, his big brown orbs blazing with lust. "You want me." Oh, there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him…well, I definitely wanted something, but I just couldn't put my finger on it exactly. Suddenly, I become overcome with panic. I shove at his shoulders, prying his arms off of my body. "Stop!" I squeal weakly. He instantly releases me, stepping back, the lust bleeding out of his eyes like water on paint. "I hurt you?" he asks me. The look on his face makes my heart ache. He's confused, and both upset and angry with himself. I don't think I can bear to tell him that he was scaring me, or that he's hurt me. I hold up the old book and wave it before his eyes. "You were, um…crushing the book, that's all. You didn't hurt me." Relief floods his face. "Goddamn book," he curses, taking the ancient work and tossing it to the other corner of the room. He gestures with his hands roughly. "I told you I won't do nuttin' 'till you're ready. I wan' you beggin' for it." I blush a deep shade of red. He's cracked me like a nutshell. "I know. And I really respect you for that. It just makes me think about how shaming it might be to have a whore and to be pushed away every single time. You're the king, and you don't even get to lay with a woman." He shrugs his shoulders, his long, unbraided black hair spilling like a waterfall down his back. He grabs a brown deerskin breechcloth and ties it around his waist. "I don' care. Each whore in 'dat harem is too easy to get. You make it a challenge. I like challenge. Kings live for challenges in life." My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. I can't believe that he just said that. I want to hug him, and I find myself subconsciously leaning forward. And then gravity gives me a huge push and I fall into his arms, gripping his biceps before going down. He takes it like I've tripped, but I know that it's much, much more than a simple act of clumsiness. His arms seem to comfort me. Abigor lifts me up to my feet and steadies me. "You alright?" I nod breathlessly. I constantly tell myself that I should oppose his touch, but I don't feel like it's such an issue anymore. "Thank you." He sits down in his big chair by the unlit fireplace. "Why?" he asks me. "Why are you so afraid of sex and making love? I think you'd know by now 'dat I would never hurt you. B'cause if I wanted to hurt you I sure as hell would have done it already." I nod my head and I can tell that he's telling me the truth. But the real question was: do I tell him the truth? Or do I lie? "Back in my kingdom, there was a man that I thought I was in love with." I tell him the truth. "I promised myself to him. He said he'd find me no matter what, and that he'd always come for me." Abigor stares out into the day, his jaw set tight and his eyes hardened. "Tell me more," he demands quietly. "What did he promise you?" Now I feel a little nervous. "He told me that he would build a house on the countryside and give me lots of little children, we'd be peacefully secluded and…together, in love, never a worry in our minds.." He does not say anything for a very long time, staring at the stone pattern on the floor. He is thinking. I shift in my place. "I can never give you that," he finally says softly. "Never a house on the countryside, never a peacefully secluded life, and there will always be worries, no matter what." I look down at the floor. I wish that I'd never said anything. "Abigor, I…" "Don't," he cuts me off quickly. "I don't care about your lover from 'de other village. You're here, not there, and you're mine and not his. This is a land of no promises, no exceptions. You belong to me, Eliz'bella. End of story." I understand that, but I hate the way that he's put it. I fold my arms. "You make me sound like a piece of property, Abigor." I scold him. He turns and growls at me. "Don't you start wit' me," he hisses. He hands his goblet at me. "Go," he says dismissively. "Get me some more wine." Now I'm getting angry. "Haven't you had enough?" He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself. "No, Eliz'bell…remember the deal? Abide by it, and I beg you, which I should not have to, for some more wine." I narrow my eyes at him before sighing in surrender and take the goblet out of my room and down to the kitchen. How could such a tender moment turn into an angry one? 0o0o0o0o It's dark and hot outside where Abigor has decided to hold the shagali. There is a huge bonfire in the middle, roaring like a dragon and popping sparks into the night air. His throne is carried outside by four men and set beside the fireplace. Apparently Abigor had instructed for my mock "throne" to be made as well, and out of strong wood and draped with bearskins. Abigor had given me a complete barbarian make over. The silks that I wear tonight are blue. Apparently, on the days of the raids they wear red, and on festivals, they wear blue, representing the rain. My silk wraps around my breasts and leaves my torso exposed and uncovered. The skirt is long but scandalously sheer. He had painted my face, arms and legs, and given me sapphire jewels to wear on my neck, wrists and ankles. Then a crown twisted of a thick vine entwined with a blue-jewelled chain. Apparently I looked beautiful, since half the men couldn't hush their cat calls and suggestive comments towards me too silent. A lot of them got the evil eye from Abigor. And that is where I sit now. In my wooden throne next to Abigor's jewel encrusted gold one, watching the fire, listening to barbarians play unfamiliar instruments as my harem friends dance around the fire. I look around in the dark. I see Michelle sitting on Drinks of Waterfall's lap, kissing his cheeks tenderly as he rubbed his hands on her arms and over the humble swells of her breasts. I grimace. She is not the same anymore. She enjoys being here with her barbarian master and serving his manly needs every night. I push my long, soft chestnut hair out of my eyes and fix the vine and jewel headband acting as a crown atop my hair. The harem girls are dressed in different colors of silks, none of them blue. Evalyn is in pink, Cassandra is in violet, Ivona is in yellow, Arlena is in green, Athenodora is in red, Sulpicia is in orange and Didyme is in silver, Katalina is in a honey-golden silk, and the others are in different colours. They all look beautiful, but what they are doing completely shames their title. A man suddenly grabs Didyme and proceeds to bend her over and fuck her right in front of everyone. Didyme cries out in shock and pain at the man's force. The crowd cheers. I gasp and glance up at Abigor in horror. He nods. "Normal," he says. "You do not have a festival without at least one fuck or a few fights." The man finishes with Didyme and throws her back into the circle. The other harem girls kiss her cheeks and dance with her, like she is the center of attention. And Didyme smiles like a giddy young girl that had just kissed her first boy. Abigor leans over to tell me something else. "'De first woman to get fucked at a festival is said to receive good fortune," he tells me. "It is a blessed tradition." "More like a horrid tradition," I mutter under my breath. He does not hear me say it though, and I am thankful. The stringed instruments pick up and the drums bang loudly, sending vibrations through each of our bodies at the shagali. The harem girls twirl all at the same time when the drum hits the hardest, and they each go out to the crowds, choosing a man to dance sensually with. I see Michelle dancing with Drinks of Waterfall. He places his hands on her hips and brings her in close. I'm suddenly jealous. I see Abigor drinking his wine with this sullen look on his face. My decision is unanimous and quick. I stand and make my way in front of him. "Do you always sit here like a bum?" I ask him jokingly. He's surprised and looks around to see if anyone's listening. "Sit down," he growls at me. "Don't make a fool of yourself in front of the men." I sigh and grab his hand. The music is catchy and all I want to do is try and dance with him. "Please?" I ask him. "All I want to do is dance with you, and for you to dance with me." He waves his hand at me. "I'm the king,Eliz'bella." I put my hands on my hips defiantly. "Kings can dance, too." Suddenly, I begin to sway in time with the music, my hips lifting and dropping with each drum beat. "Can't they? Or are kings too cowardly to show off their crazy dancing skills?" People watch with curiosity. Some of the whores back at my home put on a show for the men in bars, moving their hips sensually just like I'm doing right now. Abigor's face is red, but his eyes are lustful. He wants me, and he wants to dance with me. That's what I want—that reaction from him is spot on. He's reluctant, so I dance even more sensually. He rubs his stubbly chin with his big hand and chuckles. "Come on, O' Mighty King of mine. Dance with your fine lady on this humble night, and look yonder into the twilight to see your youth once more." I say in a dreamy sort of voice, twirling around in the air. He's smiling, but he's still reluctant. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his brother staring at me with an evil look on his face. I become uncomfortable, but I'm so close to getting him off of his seat that I don't stop dancing. I try to focus on luring him out, but Iron Coyote's devilish eyes burn into my skin, and I can suddenly feel how much he wants me, and how much he's willing to take me. Abigor notices the distress on my face and glances to the left, where his brother stands, admiring my body from afar. He shoots up from where he sits and scowls at his brother, who doesn't notice him until he grabs me by the arms and whisks me off into the crowds. People are quickly noticing Abigor's movement from the throne to me, and I can tell they're surprised. He leans over and whispers into my ear. "I don' like 'de way he looks at you," he says to me. I shake my head quickly. "I don't either. You think I like being stared at like I'm a piece of meat? I thought your brother hated me anyways." Abigor glares over my shoulder at his brother. I yelp as his hands slide down to my backside and he grips me there, hard. I want to push him away, but I know he's making a territorial statement to his brother. "No," he says. "He wants everyt'ing I have, Eliz'bella. He wants my throne, my title, my jewels, and my Tiger Claw." I break away from him and twirl myself on his arm. He gives me an odd look. "And what was that?" he asks me. "That ain't been done before anywhere 'ere." The drums speed up and I move my hips faster, twirling all around him. He has trouble keeping up with me. "Some ladies back in my village taught me how to do it. It's called a twirl, or at least that's what I call it." "Tvirl," he mispronounces the word. I giggle and correct him. "No, no, no. T-wi-rl." I sound it out for him. By the way I'm acting, I feel as if I've had too many wines before I came out to dance. While I had filled Abigor's goblet up with wine in the kitchen, I decided to experiment myself. And I had found that wine was very good and that I had been missing out on a lot by disliking the bitter taste. But my tastebuds had developed, and I was grateful for that. "You 'de one teachin' how to say words, hmm?" he asks me, his eyebrows raised. "'Dat how it works now, little one?" My foot catches on a rock and I go spiralling into the dark. But he catches me before I hit the ground, spinning me onto my back so that I'm facing him. My lips are millimetres away from his and I can feel the attraction like a magnet, pulling us together. But yet again, we don't kiss. The sound of Iron Coyote's voice makes me jump. I stand back up. "Havin' fun wit' your whore, little brother?" he asks. I scowl at him, but he doesn't see since Abigor quickly shoves me behind him. "Who are you to interrupt us?" Abigor hisses. "Couldn't you see 'dat we were in 'de middle of somet'in?" "The fuckin' prince of the barbarians," Iron Coyote smugly replies. Abigor scoffs. "And who am I, older brother? 'Dat's right, the goddamn King of the 'de barbarians." Iron Coyote's face drops and he scowls at his brother. "Only 'cause our father insisted it is so. Old man was a goddamn fool leavin' you in charge wit' our kingdom. You're a flop of a ruler." I can't believe that I'm hearing him say that to the king of the barbarians. It's unbelievable. "I wouldn't start on that. Kanabugukowaneawa dayada rana ba! No one has once suggested you king instead of me." Ivona bursts out of the crowds and latches onto Iron Coyote's arm. She kisses his skin and he grins at her. He pulls her in front of him and cups a hand over her womanhood. She turns her head shamelessly and kisses his neck. "'Dis is a whore," he announces, grinning like a mad fool. "I'm sure you ain't even fucked 'dat one yet. Get to it, kadan dan'uwan, because if you don't want to fuck her, I be happy to take her." Abigor seethes at his brother, grasping my arm. "Dauki karuwa da kuma tafi, ku bugu wawa!" he hisses. "Leave my sight. Here you go again, spoilin' somethin' that we supposed to be havin' a good time at." 0o0o0o0o I'm back in my chair. The dance hadn't lasted long due to Iron Coyote's rude interruption. I want to rip each follicle of hair out of his head slowly and painfully. Abigor stares dully out at the crackling fire, sipping at his fifth goblet of wine. Does he never tire of the drink? I watch as Arlena is taken before the public eye and jostled about like a rag doll. I look away, for it's not something I'd ever approve of or enjoy watching. I feel sorry for her, and I believe that I realize my luck, sitting upon a nice throne next to the most beautiful man in all of the land. I see another man break out of the crowd and land a powerful punch to the other man's jaw, the one that was having sex with Arlena. I watch Abigor sit up in his seat, leaning forward with interest. Before I can realize it, I turn my head back and the two men are battling viciously. The one with the longer hair swings and hits the shorter haired one, knocking him to the ground. The shorter haired barbarian quickly scrambles to his feet, kicking up dirt around the fire. The crowd forms a circle around them, watching and betting on who would win the fight. Blood trickles down his face. The shorthaired one looks awfully younger than the older, longhaired one. "Tell me something," I beg him. He gives me a look before sighing. "Black Bear," Abigor whispers to me. He points to the younger, short haired one. "Shymal is the commoner's name. Very gentle, most likely the gentlest out of all of us." I glance at the longer haired one. "And what about the older one? What it is his name?" "Grey Hawk," he replies. "Or Alcott. He is a strong, stubborn man. He can be cruel…but yet again, all of us can be." I find myself routing for the one named Black Bear. He looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, his sweaty, damp black hair kissing his shoulders. He has blue markings and tattoos on his body as well. Grey Hawk's long hair is not as long as Abigor's but reaches his middle back. Grey Hawk has many more tribal tattoos than Black Bear, but I suppose it's because Grey Hawk's been around longer than he has. I suspect he's four years older than me, about twenty-four years old. Black Bear's nose is spouting blood like a spigot and his lip is red and puffy. Grey Hawk has less damage on him, a few scratches on his arms, and a busted lip. The older man lands a fatal blow to Black Bear, and he's down on the ground with a sickening crack. He struggles on the ground. I begin to panic in my seat. "He'll die!" I find myself crying out. My fingers grip the sides of my throne, watching intently. Black Bear is still on the ground. Grey Hawk steps over him and prepares to land the final blow. But the younger one is clever and knocks his heavy body into Grey Hawk's leg. The older one tumbles to the ground. Black Bear grabs a fairly large stick on the ground laying close to him and presses it against Grey Hawk's neck in one quick motion. "Yi biyayya! Yi biyayya!" Black Bear screams. Grey Hawk is very red in the face and flustered as he struggles under Black Bear's pressure and the force of the stick. I can tell that Black Bear is screaming for Grey Hawk to submit and yield. Grey Hawk's hand hits the dirt floor three times. The crowd roars in approval, pounding their feet on the logs and cheering Black Bear's name. Arlena gets up from her place on the ground and goes to Black Bear's side. He pulls her in close and kisses her cheeks. As for the loser, Grey Hawk is shamed for losing a fight and gets his hair cut off a few inches. Four for losing the fight, and two more for losing to a minor. He looks pissed off in the process, gripping the fallen locks of thick black hair in his hands. Punishment for loss. I glance over at Abigor and see his long hair reaching his hips. It's very clear to me that he's not lost a fight in a very long time. In the end, Black Bear gets the woman and the credit and Grey Hawk is left for dust. Now that the fight is over, people begin to dance, drink, and eat again. I find my thin stomach grumbling. I hadn't eaten in a while even though food was endless in the barbarian castle. I stand and go to the table of food. There are meats beyond belief, and there's nothing but meat. Chicken legs and wings, pork slabs, ham cuts, turkey drumsticks, and chunks of beef resting on plates, flies buzzing hungrily around it all. They're all hot and cooked. But out of the corner of my eye, I see a lone piece of green fruit sitting on a white plate at the end of the table. I can tell that there were once more than one of those strange fruits on the platter, but all were taken. I'm not really big on eating the meat with the extra flies on it, so I make my way down to the table. As a reach out to grab it, another hand beats me to it. I look up to see a tall, beautiful barbarian woman in front of me, biting into the light green fruit. The end looked like a star. I reel back in shock. Her hair is cut short near her ears and her big, wild eyes are filled with resentment. She smiles sarcastically at me, tilting her head. "Dakiki," she mutters. I turn slowly, not wanting a fight with this strong woman. She spits on the ground, a chunk of fruit coming with it. I cringe at it and begin to walk away. "Tiger Claw, no?" Apparently Tiger Claw was the universal name that the barbarians used to call me, and not just Abigor and Three Horses. I turn back around and nod my head slowly. The burly girl looks me up and down, her long russet legs bared and silky. She does not look like the harem girls. She wears a short deerskin skirt with a flimsy top that showed her toned stomach. She is very tall, wearing moccasins and a ruby around her neck. "Yes," I reply. The young woman uses her short fingernails to grip into the flesh of the fruit and her fingertips to break it in half. Juice spurts out at me, but I don't flinch. "Y-You take," she stutters. By the way, she speaks, I can tell that she has not spoken the Common Tongue for long and was not very good at it. I hesitantly take the fruit and lift it to my lips. The taste is similar to an apple's and a pear's tastes both combined into one. It's quite good, I decide. I nod my head up at her. "Thank you," I whisper. She looks down at me, unsmiling. "No," is all she can manage to say. I look up at her in confusion. I furrow my eyebrows and swallow a bite of fruit. "What do you mean?" "Na gode," she tells me. "T'ank you be na gode." My eyes widen in understanding. "Na gode," I repeat. "That means thank you?" She nods. And then walks away. I'm left standing at the table, wondering what just happened here. I see her across the fire, standing next to Black Bear and rubbing his muscled chest. She says something to him in Hausa that I do not understand and he laughs, kissing her on the cheek. She pushes him hard and smiles. Now that's the meaning of tough love, I think. I grab a turkey drumstick off the table for Abigor. If he doesn't want it, I'll eat it. I don't particularly care. He's watching as another fight breaks loose in the crowds. I sit down in my throne and hand him the turkey drumstick. He jumps when I shove it in front of his nose, and then gives me a cold look. But he takes it anyways, tearing into it viciously with his teeth. I smirk. And before I know it, the fight is over. The loser gets 5 inches cut from his hair and the winner gets a whore for the night and a higher status title as well as a longer window for their hair to grow before their next fight. 0o0o0o0o He is angry tonight. He is drunk. After the shagali, he came onto me hard and fast. He wanted me badly, and I was too scared to give him what he wanted. I ended up slapping him and he ended up shoving me outside of his door while he fucked Athenodora inside. I sat and listened to his throaty, husky moans and her high pitched squeals of pleasure as she was thrown about in the waves of ecstasy. I've been out in the dark, hot hallway for about an hour. I suppose that he fell asleep with her and completely forgot about me outside of the door. He told me that if I ran off to the harem, I would be punished. He did not tell me how I would be punished, but I was not prepared to find out. The sound of crickets, owls and night frogs is the only thing I hear. I lean against the wooden door, my legs hugged to my chest and my hair covering the sides of my face. I feel tired, but my mind is alert. And then I hear it; a drunken laugh, and a pair of stumbling feet down the hallway. I stand and press my back against the door. The torches in the hallway light the way a little bit, well enough for me to see the figure of a barbarian man to emerge. My heart pounds. "Karuwa," I hear him say. I've been around long enough to know what I'm being called, and that karuwa means 'whore.' I'm suddenly very afraid. This man is not Abigor, and he will most certainly have his way with me without my consent. I do not recognize this man. He is tall, but his face is one I have never seen before. It is not Three Horses, Drinks of Waterfall, Iron Coyote, Black Bear, or Grey Hawk. I'm as still as a statue, completely frozen in time. My eyes are like a deer's right before the arrow plummets through soft skin. My hands shake at my sides. I fear that if I make any noise, he will strike me. I try the doorknob behind me. Abigor has locked the door. He reaches out and grabs me. I squeal, but his mouth encloses mine. He tastes of strong alcohol and drink. My nails claw at his skin, but he does not move away. Instead, he presses on, callused fingertips rubbing at my skin and pulling my skirts up. When I scream, he backhands me. I feel myself beginning to faint. But before I do, I see the doorknob rattling viciously as the man attempts to drag my limp body down the hallway. And before the world goes dark, I see Abigor standing there with wrath in his eyes and hellfire pumping through his veins. Heart When I open my eyes, I do not recognize where I am. Warm water surrounds me and I'm leaning up against a hot, and hard chest. I'm not fully with it but I can tell that I'm in a bathtub. But with whom? That's the greater question. The bathwater is tinged slightly red. I groan. My bones ache and my mouth is sore. The last thing I remember before I blacked out is that man trying to rape me. But did it happen? My eyes snap open and I abruptly upright. The cold air hits my naked skin—naked. I turn around and see him sitting there, a startled look on his face. He, too, is naked. I'm horrified. How did my clothes come off? What did he do to me? He's seen my body, me in my most vulnerable state. I slide away from him quickly, to the other end of the bath and cover myself with my hands. "What did you do?" I ask him softly, too afraid to look him in the eye. He does not jump to answer right away, and that worries me. Tears stung at my eyes. It's obvious he went against his word. Blood is everywhere. My blood. "Relax, you are still budurwa," he says. "Do you not remember what happened?" It is early in the morning, but still very dark outside. My wet hair sticks to my face as I frantically try to assess the situation. "No," I tell him. "I don't. But what I want to know is why I'm in the bathtub naked with you. And why you're covered in…in blood." He looks down at himself. He's caked in it. He grits his teeth and looks away. "You are mine," he snarls, glaring at me from his peripherals. "I thought I made that pretty damn clear." That still does not answer my question. I narrow my eyes at him. "That has nothing to do with anything," I tell him. "Absolutely nothing." "No," Abigor interjects, his voice raising an octave. "That has everything to do with it!" The force and vibration of his voice ripple the water and tears through my skin. His eyes are furious. He is fuming. I shrink back into the bath water, his tone of voice rattling my bones. I want to cry, but I don't want to show him my weakness. I want to be strong, but his hard eyes knock me right back into being afraid. The candlelight flickers in the dark room. He lifts an arm. It is slashed, right across his tribal tattoo. I gasp and reel back in horror. He nods towards a cloth on lying on the floor near the bathtub. At first, I'm confused, but as I see the blood soaking through the rag, I get a gut-wrenching feeling. "What…what is that? Oh gods, Abigor, please tell me it's not." Abigor looks at me dead on, his gaze steely and brazen. "It is." I'm horrified. But I should have known. Tears came anyways. He's a barbarian, of horrible ways and traditions. I want out—I don't want to be here anymore. "How could you do that?" His eyes widen in shock. He leans forward, hellfire in his eyes. "Do you not remember what he tried to do you?" Suddenly, the memories come running back. Me, standing with my back pressed up against Abigor's door in the night. Me, scared to death. Him, down the hallway, staggering like an idiot. Him, everywhere on me. I stare down at the bathwater in horror. As soon as he's satisfied with my reaction, he leans back in the bathtub and looks at me. "Yes, I killed him. I cut his heart out with my knife and wrapped it in that cloth for you—I wanted you to see it, gruesome as it is... And I will show it off to all of my people, letting them know that if they come close to you again, that is their fate." I'm frozen. The words just do not come. My mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out of it. My heart slows. His face is stricken with pain. He licks his dry lips and caresses my knee. I jerk away from him. He sighs, his heavy chest rising and falling slowly. "Did he hurt you badly?" Abigor asks me. I shrug my shoulders. His head drops, wisps of hair falling into his eyes. "I know it's my fault. I threw you out jus' to fuck." "No," I interject. "It was my fault. I refused you." "And I was a drunken fool to begin with," he tells me, shaking his head. "I should'a listened to you when you said I'd had enough wine to drink." I stare at the long gash on his arm. It still bleeds into the water. "He hurt you," I murmur. He slightly smirks. "But I kill him." Now's not a time for laughs. "Let me see it," I say. Suddenly my nakedness and fear are gone as he slowly and tentatively inches towards me, his face blank, but his eyes curious. I examine the gash. It was curved like it was made by one of the barbarian khopesh swords. I grimace. "It'll get infected if we don't treat it soon," I tell him. I look up at him and meet his blazing eyes as they burn holes through my skin. "You are beautiful," he murmurs. His free hand reaches up towards my face and strokes my cheek, pushing my wet hair behind my ear. His hand cradles my cheek. The lull of crickets and night frogs is the only other sound we can hear, besides the blazing hearth and the beating of two hearts as one. "I am plain," I whisper, with a little smile. He shakes his head. "No," he tells me. "Any man who makes that claim will lose his tongue. Your father must have been a magnificent thief, little one. He stole all the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes." I look at him and blush. "My father was no thief. You, my king, are the greatest thief of them all." He smiles at me smugly, then cringes when the hot water laps onto his wound. I look up at him. "I should bandage it now," I say. He nods and waits for me to get out of the tub. "Close your eyes." "Why?" he asks. "I am no stranger to the female body. And now I am no stranger to yours." I swear that my face can't get any redder, but it does. I know that he's right. So I stand up right in front of him and exit the tub. I can tell he definitely wasn't expecting that by the flustered and lustful look on his face. I grab the towel before I can take too long of a look at my naked backside. 0o0o0o0o0o "Alright. That should do it," I say as I finish wrapping up his arm. He's sitting on the bed, watching my every move as I float around his grand bedroom. "How does it feel?" I ask him. He moves his arm around in circles. "Stiff," is his final verdict. "But hurt? Ba. No. You are good healer." He reaches out and grabs me by the hem of my nightgown. It is still night and I am still tired. Abigor pulls me between his legs and presses me against his tall torso. Even while sitting, he towers over me. His tongue darts out to moisten his dry lips. I gulp. I want to pull his mind off of the lust that he is feeling at that moment. "Do you want me to—" "Kiss me," he cuts me off abruptly, his eyes staring deeply into mine. "I protected you. I defended your honour. You should kiss me." It was all true. I'd only ever kissed a man once, and that was with young Lord Cordell, and it was merely a peck on the lips before I ran away with glee. "And…this would be your reward for saving your lady?" I question softly. He smiles and hugs me closer to his body. "So you know you are mine," he says warmly. "I like 'dat. A lot." His big hand slides slowly over my nightgown, touching my back and my neck, spreading warmth down my spine. His fingers curl around my neck and gently pull me forward. I'm scared, but I'm ready. I've been fortunate enough not to bed him for a while, and kissing me has most likely been on his number one checklist spot for a while now. When my lips touch Abigor's, I feel the warmth, the passion, and the lust bleeding out of him and into me. As he presses me to his chest, I can feel his heart thump loudly in tune with mine beneath his breast. With his teeth he gently urges my mouth open, nipping at my bottom lip tenderly before dipping his tongue into my mouth for a tentative taste. And I do the last the thing I ever expect to do. I moan loudly; the way that his tongue is rubbing against mine makes the inner sex appeal inside of me blossom like a flower in the springtime. As he hears my moan, he deepens the kiss, which I didn't think was possible, and grabs my backside, squeezing me in his large hands. He grabs the underside of one of my thighs and swings my leg over his hip, and then he follows with the other one. I'm surprised with my reaction. I hook my feet together around his back, pulling myself closer. His warm hands slide from my knees all the way to the insides of my thighs, caressing the soft ivory skin there. When he cups me there, I buck up in surprise, trying to get his hand away from such a forbidden place. But as his fingers start to work magic, I find myself giving into the foreign sensation. "Yes," he whispers. "Oh, soyayya. Give in to me. Give in to what you want." I bury my face into his shoulder as he peppers gentle kisses down my bared neck and touches me in that special place that makes me feel so good. "Oh, what is it?" I ask him, my lips mashed to the side of his broad, muscled shoulder. He chuckles deeply, his smooth baritone bass gliding through my ears like a piece of music. I shudder. "It is your passion, the lust that you have been so selfishly keeping from me for too long," he says. I want to kiss him again. The wine that I had overloaded on before bed was starting to kick in. I felt dizzy with lust and passion, whereas my normal-self would have been backing away into the corner. I lift my head back up, and before I can even request, his lips are on mine, moving in perfect sync and suckling tenderly. My insides turn to jelly almost immediately. I break away, a strand of saliva still connecting our swollen lips together. My eyes are heavy-lidded and his breathing is laboured. "Let me finish you," he says. I shake my head, blinking my eyes slowly. "I-I don't understand what you mean." He gives me another kiss. "Then I shall be your teacher." He reaches out and touches my lips. "Lips. Lebe." Then he kisses the spot above my breasts. "Breasts. Kiraza." "Lebe," I reply. "Kiraza." Then he touches me there again, hard and fast. I fall off an unseen cliff, crying out into his shoulder. "Pleasure," he gasps, his voice husky. "Dadi." "Dadi," I whisper softly. "Dadi. You touched me. I've never been touched like that before." He cradles me in his arms. "You have never been touched in many ways, budurwa. But prepare yourself little one, for I am known for my skill in the bedroom. I shall treat you well." I look into his eyes. And for once, I don't see him as a filthy barbarian king that steals, kills and rapes. I see him as a teacher, a friend, a brother…a lover. "I trust you," I say. And I really do mean it. 0o0o0o0o We sit by the fire in the night, sipping a glass of wine and sitting by the fire. The open window blows cold air into the room, so the fire blazing inside of the stone hearth does us both some good. He sits in his chair while I sit on the floor, back pressed up against the wall. The firelight flickers off of his beautiful being, casting shadows along the perfect contoured edges of his face. "Tell me a story," I beg of him. The crickets croon loudly in the night, making me feel peaceful, quiet and at ease. I have forgotten the events of the earlier night. He lifts the goblet to his lips and takes a small sip. I watch his Adam's apple bob as the liquid slides down his throat. "What would you like to know?" "I don't know," I whisper and shrug my shoulders softly. "Anything, really. Something to pass the time here. I don't know if I wish to sleep just yet." He leans back against the furs of his seat. "Very well. I shall tell you of my family." He lights his pipe with a match and slips it between his lips. I draw my knees to my chest and rest my chin atop them. "I had three other siblings. Iron Coyote, then my twin sisters Gentle Raven and Snow Lion. I am the youngest." I listen to him intently, my head cocked to the side with interest. "I did not know of your sisters." He leans against the armrest of the chair. "Snow Lion, or as we call her by her Commoner's name Mairwen, is married off to the one you know as Three Horses. They have a family and Snow Lion is under his name now. Gentle Raven, Lavanya, died when I was five, and she was 7. I s'pose it was some kind of common illness gone rogue." I bite my lip and lower my head a little. "I'm sorry." He shrugs. "My mother died the same way when I was seven, my only other sister Snow Lion was nine, and Iron Coyote was twelve. That was thirteen years ago. My father didn't raise us. We were raised by house-maids but were punished by my father. He'd whip us when we did somethin' wrong. When my brother was whipped, he'd sit there an' cry like an infant bein' slaughtered. I'd sit and take it surprisingly well for a young boy, five years younger than my brother. My father took notice of that." I look up at him in the darkness, admiring how the firelight danced off of his skin so perfectly. "You have many scars on your back," I remark. "Were you punished often?" He nods, drawing from his pipe a long curl of smoke, then let it fall out of his lips like a smoky waterfall. "I deserved it most of the time—stealin' from the kitchens, gettin' into fights with other kids, and breakin' valuables." I can't contain my laughter. "But aren't you brought up to steal?" I ask him. "That's what you do. You steal, you fight, and you break. I don't understand why your father punished you for that." He looks at me in the eye, his lips pursed. "I was touchin' things, I guess, that was already rightfully stolen. I was a hell of a troublemaker when I was a boy. My father admired my fighting skills most of the time, but when I nearly killed the butcher's son for slapping my lil' eight-year-old girlfriend, he kind o' snapped on me." My mouth drops open. "Well, how'd you almost kill him?" He closes his eyes for a moment as if trying to rekindle the memories of that particular day. "First, I choked him. Then I brought out my new khopesh, the one that my father gave to me on my eight birthday to practice with, and cut a long gash on his arm. I was about to slice his neck open, but the boy's dad, the butcher, came out and chased me away with a hot iron skewer before I could deliver the blow. I got thirty lashes that night after the butcher went and complained. My father was in a rage." I find myself biting my nails when he finishes his story. "Do you still know that little girl?" "I used to be in love with her," Abigor tells me. "White Fawn was her name. We were together until our fifteenth summer. She married another against my will. I willed her to stay with me, and I could marry her. But her father had already sold her. Her husband beat her when she went wrong and showed her no love. When she was pregnant, he beat her for not movin' fast enough, for bein' ugly in his eyes, and for throwin' up regularly in the mornings and making the bathrooms smell. And when she gave birth, it killed her. The child was a stillborn as well." I feel tears at the corners of my eyes. I can tell that it kills him to talk about her. "And what of the husband?" "I wanted to kill him," he bit out. "But I couldn't. Because he was my brother." I reel back in horror. "Your brother married your first love?" I ask him in shock. He nods. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and chew on it softly with my teeth. I can only imagine the pain. "And," he begins, settling the little glass goblet of wine back on the wooden table beside his chair. "That's why I don't want you anywhere near my brother. If you see him, turn your back and come to my side. He won' hurt you by my side. He wouldn't dare. I not gonna lose you too, Tiger Claw." I narrow my eyes at him. "But I'm nothing but a whore to you. You don't love me." He opens and closes his mouth like a fish thrown out of the water. "I-I…um, well. I feel very…strongly obligated to protect you. Don' know why. Just do." I sigh and lean back against the wall. "So I'm no different than the other whores in the harem, like Cassandra or…perhaps Athenodora?" I watch him thickly swallow as he leans back in his chair. I smirk. "You seemed to be enjoying Athenodora quite a lot last night." His face turns red in the darkness of the morning, but I can still see the colour of his cheeks. "I tol' you I was sorry about 'dat," he tells me stiffly. "I shouldn't have done that. But the real point to it is that you're different than the other whores. I tol' you b'fore that I t'ought you were a challenge. The others are common lust. What I had with White Fawn was…love, I t'ink. Stupid, young love." I stretch my legs out on the cold floor. "And with me…it's just a desire of the flesh?" I ask. Abigor looks at me, contemplating things inside of his face. He's having a mental battle. "With you, Tiger Claw?" He clears his throat. "Both. I want you, but I also want you safe…in my arms. It's where you belong." I'm surprised by what I hear, and what he tells me—how I belong in his arms, how he wishes me safe, how he wants me. "I don't…" He cuts me off before I can say more. "You do." I look down at my bare feet, my legs are hidden beneath the white cotton of my nightgown. I do not look up at him when I speak. "You killed a man for me," I say, my voice breaking the deadly silence. "I never thought…" He shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes. It's wet, soft, and unbraided. Strands of black cover half of his face and I can only see one of his beautifully intense eyes staring back at me. It spills over his chest and down to his hips. "No, never," he says in sarcasm. "I'm the king of the barbarians. And I'm the nastiest fucker of em' all." I'm silent as I stand, letting the chilly breeze float through the window blow my nightgown forward. "Not by what you've told me," I object. "You had a rough childhood." He watches my every movement as I walk to the counter to pour myself a glass of wine. Abigor waits as I pour the red liquid into my goblet. "Weakness," he growls. "You're a weakness. I can't say no to you. If you were any other person, I'd have fucked you by now. Tell me somethin'—why are you so enticing?" I take a sip of my wine. "You tell me," I retort. "I don't entice myself." He smirks, winking at me. "You're all fire. Fire and fire usually don't balance each other out, but in this case, I think we'll manage. Our fire will spread." I blush, my cheeks burning bright. I lift the goblet to my lips against and gulp down the rest. I hurriedly pour myself some more. "Come sit," Abigor tells me, gesturing his lap. "Warm me with that fire o' yours." I bring over my goblet. I'm hesitant to sit on his lap. "I'm fine, really—" "Sit, or I'm making you sit." I sit on the edge of his knee tentatively. Almost instantly, his bulky arms wrap around my torso and he tugs me roughly back against him. I almost choke on my drink, my arms and legs flailing. I'm lucky I didn't spill my wine. I can feel his lips against my ear. He seductively nips my lobe. I'm uncomfortable, despite his warm skin and soothing pine scent. "You're wicked," he murmurs in my ear, his deep bass vibrating through my canals. "Take a little an' you turn away. You drivin' me insane." He kisses my neck and I hiss, jerking forward, rubbing the tender spot. "I hurt you?" he questions. I point to the hand-shaped bruises on my neck. "No, your brother. He choked me hard, remember?" He grimaces and leans forward, pushing away my hair to examine the bruises. "They are healing. But not completely gone, yet." He kisses my neck, his lips much softer this time. He decides it's not enough for him. He roughly turns my face towards his and crashes my lips down onto his. I gasp, my eyes widening. It wasn't something that I was expecting to happen. When I pull away, his eyes are heavy-lidded and his lips are swollen. He towers over me, his chin barely skimming the top of my forehead. I splay my palm against his chest, shifting in his lap. "A heart for a heart," I whisper to him, blinking in the soft orange firelight. "Is that the game of a king?" He shrugs his shoulders. "Perhaps we should get some sleep now." He grabs the wine goblet out of my hand and sets it down on the table. Then he picks me up off of his lap and settles me into bed, laying his heavy body close next to mine. I splay myself out on the pillow, my hair in my eyes. The fire still burns. He slips off his breechcloth and climbs into the bed, naked. He keeps to his side of the bed with the only thing touching me being his gentle but rough, callused fingers stroking my cheek. I turn my head slightly to look at him. "Goodnight," I whisper. He nods and rolls over onto his side. My eyes are drifting shut when I hear him speak again. "A zuciya ga zuciya," he whispers in his deep, husky voice. My eyes peel slowly back open and a slow, honey-sweet smile paints over my face slower than molasses. And I don't even need to ask him to know what that means. Claim He still sleeps when I awaken. I lean over him slightly, watching him as he sleeps soundly; the gentle rise and fall of his chest, his soft and laboured breathing. Suddenly, his hand flies up from beneath the covers and grabs me by the neck. I choke, my eyes widening. He doesn't fully see my face since it's still dark in the early morning. His eyes blaze in the darkness, but as soon as I reach my hand out and touch his hot cheek, his realizes whom he's choking. Abigor drops his hands, a look of sheer disgust on his face when he sees what he's done. I collapse to the bed coughing and grabbing at my neck. "Fuck," he curses. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I look up at him through the curtain of hair hiding my face, my brows crunched together. When I see the worried look on his face, I soften. "No, it was my fault. I startled you when you were sleeping." He sits up and reaches for me. I unconsciously flinch when he touches me, pouring salt onto his wounds even further. He pulls away, his black hair framing his face. "I got to always be alert. I don' know if it's someone tryna kill me or not." I nod my head, trying to get oxygen down my dented air canal. "That's fine, it's okay. I just…I don't know." He frowns, rubbing his forehead with his sweaty palm. I have already dressed in emerald green silks today. These silks bare my back and drape loosely over my chest and legs. It's beautiful. I'm adorned with an emerald necklace as well. Abigor takes one look at me and scratches the back of his head. "I haven't seen 'dat one in years," he murmurs. I'm puzzled, and he can see it on my face. "That was Gentle Raven's favourite one to wear." I gasp and clutch at the silks. "Oh, I had no idea! I'll take it off straightaway—" He holds up his hand. "Leave it on," he tells me. Then he smiles slowly. "I like it better on you, anyway." 0o0o0o0o I step into the dining hall. I shoot Abigor a sideways glance and he nods at me in an assuring way. He wears a brown breechcloth woven with green lines. He strides into the hall and the whole table rises, cheering for their king. He grins widely, lifting his hands and allowing the praise to be heard. He gestures for me to follow him. I slowly creep behind him, keeping my head down and my shoulders slouched. Abigor shoots me a look and I instantly straighten up. He does not like it when I slouch like a scared little girl. I square my shoulders and tip my chin upwards. The men cast their glances at me before dropping their eyes back down to their plates as they sit. I really don't feel like sitting on Iron Coyote's lap again, so I stick as close to Abigor's side as possible. He nods towards a chair right next to him. He gives the man occupying the seat a nasty look. "Move." The man picks up his plate and dashes out of the seat like he'd just seen a ghost. I take the seat as he passes a plate of onion fried potatoes, eggs, and grizzly looking fried sausage links to me, then a full glass of goat's milk. "That was cruel," I tell him. Abigor gives me a look, chewing on the end of a sausage link. "You want a seat or not?" he says somewhat rudely. I close my mouth and look at the plate. The food is steaming, and I'm very hungry. "Where are the forks?" I question him. He gestures to the plate, picking up a potato piece with his fingers and popping it into his mouth. I frown and touch the food. It's too hot and I burn the tip of my finger. I yelp and yank my finger away quickly. I find myself grumbling to nobody but myself only a moment later. "Out of all the stealing you do, you couldn't steal a single fork?" He hears me and grunts out his laughter. His lips quirk up at the edges and he shakes his head slowly. "All fire," he murmurs. "Tsarki wuta." Then he leans over to Drinks of Waterfall, who is sitting right next to him. "Shin ba ta wani abu abu?" (Pure fire. Isn't she something else?) Drinks of Waterfall chuckles deeply and nods his head. "Ta na kamar wuta daga farko. Michelle bã kõme ba ne irin ta. Ita shiru da kuma jin kunya, amma tana da fasaha a dakin kwana." (She was fire from the start. Michelle is nothing like her. She's quiet and shy, but she has skill in the bedroom.) He nods his head and laughs loudly. "Haka ne, dole ne ka son mace wanda ya san yadda za su gama da ku." (Yes, you must like a woman who knows how to finish you.) Drinks of Waterfall smirks widely and nods his head. "Ta na da hanyoyin da karuwa, amma ba zan iya ganin ta ba a matsayin karami kasancewarsa ya fi I." He picks up an egg with his fingers and swallows it whole. "Babu karuwa da mine ya taka bi da ni da yadda mutum ke girmamawa a matsayin ta ba ni. Ina sha'awan cewa ... don haka sai na bi ta da kyau a samu." (She has method and skill of a whore, but I cannot see her as a lesser being than I. No slut of mine has ever treated me with as much respect as she gives me. I admire that…so I treat her well in return.) Abigor nods his head slowly. "Tiger kambori ne wuta, amma ta amuses da ni kwarai." He looks at me and chuckles. "Ta na da ta'aziyya zuwa da kewaye." (Tiger Claw is fire, but she amuses me greatly. She's a comfort to be around.) I have no idea what they're saying, but I know that Drinks of Waterfall is talking about Michelle. Abigor turns back to me and looks at my full plate. I stare at him. "Eat," he tells me sternly. I look back down to my plate and pick at a potato. A second later, I find myself choking on bits of potato as his fingertips skirt across my thigh. He gives me a certain look that tells me to be quiet and not make a sound. I'm afraid that if I don't obey he'll be pissed. But I don't want to make a scene either. I shakily pick up my drink as Abigor moves his chair closer to mine. His hands are hot on my thighs; they feel like they've been roasting over a hotplate for hours. I choke on my goat's milk when a long finger strokes up between my folds. I make a little noise, slightly slamming my glass down on the table and clenching my thighs tightly together. It's a reaction of mine that comes with being touched. But clenching my thighs together traps his hand there, right at my heat. His eyes widen slightly at first, but then they become heavy-lidded with lust and a slow smile spreads across his face. Drinks of Waterfall looks at him funny, then glances over towards me. I do my best to keep a straight face. But as his finger slides upwards, I lose my cool. My face turns bright red and my head slumps down a little as I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. Abigor's completely calm and collective at the head of the table. No one even suspects anything's going on. He's touching me with one hand under the table and eating with the other. He chats in Hausa to the other barbarians, laughing and shooting me seductive little side glances. I clench my thighs again when he tries to insert a finger inside of me. Using his hand, he jerks his arm and roughly forces my thighs open. He jams a finger into me, hooking it perfectly and running it along my sweet spot. I cry out in pleasure rather loudly and stand up abruptly. I've frightened myself. The whole table is looking at me. Abigor's face is red—he's laughing—and he brings the finger that he'd inserted up into his mouth before sucking on it delicately. I look away before I can become too flustered and smile meekly. "I spilt a little milk on my lap," I tell the whole entire table of about sixty men. Abigor sits up in his seat a little, grabbing a piece of meat off of his plate and popping it in his mouth. "Ta ya zubar da madara," he translates for me. They all nod and resume eating. I'm horrified with myself, and my reaction to his evil doings. Trying to do that at the breakfast table is completely sinful. After I've finished eating, I walk off into the other direction and out of the hall. Abigor calls out for me to wait for him, but I don't. I'm halfway into the west wing corridor when a heavy hand lands on my shoulder. "T'ought I said to wait, huh?" he grumbles. I fold my arms. "Why'd you have to touch me there in the morning? You made a complete fool of me in front of your most-trusted warriors." "No," he corrects me. "You made a fool of yourself. A woman that don't know how to conceal her pleasure is a woman deemed inexperienced. But luckily for you, soyayya, I plan to fix 'dat for you." I gape at him. "You are such a barbarian!" He laughs. I don't realize that the term meaning to insult him is actually what he is. "Yes. The king of them, if you not already noticed that." His hair sweeps over his shoulders when he leans forward to nuzzle my cheek with his nose. "But I know how to pleasure you like a god." I close my eyes tightly and take a deep breath in through my nose. "I am absolutely mortified—" "I need my hair braided," he blurts out, cutting me off in mid-rant. "I won't ask you 'cause you already a little singed. I'll get one of the other girls to do it for me." He pecks me on the cheek. Then leaves with a hard-on. 0o0o0o0o I'm sitting here in the corner of the harem, pouting with my arms folded over my chest. When he said that he'd get one of the other girls to do it for him, he wasn't kidding; and he didn't mean maids. He meant the whores. One sat on his lap, placing tender kisses on his neck while another fed him green grapes right off the vine and another fanned him, keeping him cool in the hot weather with a giant leaf. Cassandra was the one braiding his hair. Needless to say, I was jealous. Michelle lay on her old cot near the back of the room, absently braiding her own hair while looking at a drawing of a barbarian man. To get my mind off of Abigor having fun with his ladies, I get up off of Evalyn's cot and make my way over to her. She looks up as I sit down, smiling brightly. "Elizabella," she greets. "I feel like I've not spoken with you in a millennium. How have you been managing?" I cast a glance back at Abigor. Camellia moves sensually in front of Abigor, baring her behind to him. He reaches out and gropes her. She bends over almost instantly, peering back at him through a curtain of black hair. I huff a heated, "Fine" back at her. She weakly smiles and nods, letting the braid she'd been weaving fall out of her hair. "How are things with Drinks of Waterfall?" "Who?" I give her a look. "Your master," I say. "Oh!" she exclaims. "I almost didn't recognize the name. I don't call him Drinks Of Waterfall. He's given me the privilege of calling him by his commoner's name, Tristan. It's easier for me to say. Especially in our love-making sessions." Michelle giggles at the last line. I want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I can't help but look back at Abigor. I notice that he has not smiled once while with those girls. Sulpicia offers a green grape. He takes it between his teeth, sensually rolling it in his tongue. Her eyes flutter and she smiles seductively. I turn back to Michelle, even angrier than I was before. I pick up the sheet of papyrus lying on her bed and examine the charcoal strokes on it. It was a perfect picture of Drinks of Waterfall. I look up at her. The girl's got her lip pinned between her teeth as she looks up at me. "Did you draw this?" I question. She nods her head quickly. "Do you like it? I drew the picture while I was in his room. He was drinking his wine in silence, so I took advantage of the time. He's just so beautiful, Elizabella. I couldn't resist." The charcoal strokes show the definition of his high cheekbones and the gentleness in his almond-shaped chocolate eyes. How his hair hangs in his eyes and falls out of his braid, how his full russet lips look when he smiles, and how he has a slight dimple in his chin. She shifts in her seat. "I'm debating on whether or not I should show it to him. I'm afraid he won't like it…afraid he'll think me odd for drawing it. I do not know the customs here." I set the drawing back down on her cot and nod my head. "Well, he ought to be called a fool if he doesn't like it." I smile at her and she smiles brightly back at me. "Thank you," she whispers. "You've really put my mind at ease." Michelle picks up her drawing and folds it in half. When I look back at him, I find him staring right back at him. He nods at me and beckons me to come over. I slide off of the cot and walk slowly over to him, my green silks kissing my thighs. "Get me some wine," he tells me. I frown. I had stupidly thought that he summoned me over to have me tend to him. But no, he only wishes me to fetch him some wine. I nod my head solemnly, turning my back and heading out the harem door to the kitchens. My head slumps forward and the corners of my lips droop into a frown. I drag my feet all the way to the kitchen. Anyone can see that I am upset, but no one asks. In the kitchen, I see a familiar face. It is Black Bear, the young man that had defeated Grey Hawk at the shagali. He is alone, sipping from a glass of red wine at the counter. I stare at him for a moment, frozen in my place. Either he does not notice my presence or he just does not wish to acknowledge it. I walk to the cupboards and fetch a cup from the shelf. When I look back at him, I find him to be staring straight at me. I jump and gasp, my hand flying to my fluttering heart. Black Bear does not laugh like Abigor would have. Instead, he reels back, mirroring the shock. He squints his eyes at me. He opens his mouth to speak, but he closes it right back up a moment later. I point to the glass of wine in his hand, and then to my cup. I almost do not notice how much my hand is shaking. "Giya?" he asks me. I think giya is the word they use for wine. I nod my head. He goes to the door next to the crates of potatoes, carrots and green beans. It is the door to the ice-room, where the cold wine is stored along with other foods and drink. He walks into the room, looking for the glass container of wine. He holds it up when he spots it. "Na same shi," he announces. "Da giya." I set Abigor's goblet down on the countertop as Black Bear places the large class container of wine into my hands. The wine is cold, and it momentarily numbs my fingers. I set it on the counter next to Abigor's goblet and tug out the cork in the top. He is still standing there, watching me with his tender black eyes while he sips his own wine. I tip the glass over and the red liquid pours into the cup until it is full. I sigh as I push the cork back into the top of the glass container. I meekly look at him and smile shyly. "Na gode," I whisper. His eyes widen. He stands up straight after having been leaning against a crate of carrots and nods his head. "Na'am." He swallows a large lump in his throat. "Ana jin harshena?" I have no idea what he's just said. And apparently, he knows that since the completely perturbed look on my face gives me away completely. I struggle to get my words out. "I…I do not…" I make frustrated gestures with my hands. "No speak. Ba tare da." This time he chuckles, but only a little. "Ah. You only know the basic words, is that right?" My mouth drops and I swear that my surprise and fluster can't get any worse than it already has. "You speak the Common Tongue as well?" I question. He nods his head, his short braid sliding over his bared shoulders. He is well-defined, but lacks muscle mass, unlike Abigor. "I s'pose all of us are taught the common tongue from a young age. We need to know the words of the people that we invade." I shake my head. "Language. Not words." He nods his head. "As you can see, I'm still learning your…your…langawidge. That how you say it?" I laugh. "Yes. It is close enough." "Me haka ke faruwa?" (What the fuck is going on?) The loud booming voice is enough to prick up hairs on the back of my neck. I instantly whirl around. Abigor's standing in the doorway, fuming mad and glaring daggers at innocent young Black Bear. The younger boy cowers slightly and backs slowly away from me. Then Abigor turns his terrifyingly powerful gaze onto me. "I t'ought I tol' you to get me the wine!" he booms. His hair is braided and it spills around his waist. I hold up the wine. My grip is so shaky that the red liquid inside of the glass graciously licks the sides of the goblet. "I-I did." "Took you goddamn forever," he spits at me. I flinch back at the force of his words. I go from being scared to being annoyed. "I was only gone for a minute." "Babu," he hisses. "Longer than a minute." Then he turns to Black Bear, cursing at him and puffing up his chest and making crude gestures with his hands. It looks to me like a territorial statement. And then the next thing I know, I hear a sickening crack and I see Black Bear writhing on the ground with his hands cupped over his nose. Blood drips through his fingers and he squirms to try to get away from Abigor. Abigor grabs Black Bear by the neck and prepares to deliver another blow, but I cry out, stopping him right in his tracks. "Stop! Stop hurting him. He did not touch me!" He doesn't even spare a glance towards me when I say it. He only stalls his fist, holding it mere inches from Black Bear's face. The younger boy frantically looks at me and then looks back to Abigor in fear. I go to him and lay a comforting hand on his heated shoulder. He looks back at me, his eyes animalistic and primal. "Please don't hit him," I whisper. "I promise, I absolutely promise you, that nothing happened. He only showed me where the wine was so I could pour some for you." He releases his hold on Black Bear and lets the boy drop to the ground in fear. His big hand comes up and runs his warm fingers down my skin. "You are not hurt then?" I shake my head. "I never was." Black Bear races out of the room with his wine like a scared little boy. Abigor completely ignores him, looking at his hands, which are stained with the younger man's blood. "I t'ink it's time." I furrow my eyebrows together. "Time for what?" "For the claim speech." 0o0o0o0o He throws the bloody muscular organ down onto the floor. It lands in a 'squish' sort of sound, blood splattering everywhere. The crowd of nearly 200 men being to chatter in disgust, wondering whose heart lay on the floor there. I sit on the pillow and try not to retch from the sight of the heart of a deceased man lying limply on the stone floors. It was a much prettier sight wrapped in the cloth. When Abigor begins to speak, I do not understand what he says. But my clever mind can infer. "Wannan shi ne zuciyar mutum," he says, pointing at the red organ on the stone floor, leaking blood onto the floor. "An tsage daga kirji da mutum ya yi kokari ya sa hannunsa a kan wata mace. Kuma wãne ne mace? Ita Tiger kambori, na mace daga karfe mulkokin Bellechester." (This is the heart of a man. It was torn from the chest of a man that tried to lay his hands on a woman. And who is the woman? She is Tiger Claw, my woman from the iron kingdom of Bellechester.) The men in the room are silent, eyes widened, mouths shut, ears listening. Abigor continues with wrath in his eyes. "Ban yi imani da cewa na yi ya bayyana a fili cewa Tiger kambori ne mine. Na da'awar da su kamar yadda kaina, kuma wannan shi zai sa ta gaba daya kashe iyaka zuwa gare ku, al'aurar mata-ji yunwa bastards." (I do not believe that I have made it clear that Tiger Claw is mine. I have claimed her as my own, and that makes her completely off limits to you cunt-hungry bastards.) I watch him as he steps down from his place at his throne and kicks the heart on the floor a few feet. He laughs menacingly. "Za ka iya ba shãfe ta ba tare da izinin ta, za ka iya magana ba mata, na iya ko kalle ta ba tare da izini na! Na yi tofi a kan maza da cewa suna da hadama kamar yadda ya dauki wani mutum mace a matsayin nasa. Idan ba ka so ka kawo karshen sama da ciwon zuciyar ka a kasa a can, sai na shawara ka zauna bãya. Na stomp a kan zukãtan mutanen da suka sa hannu a kan mace! (You may not touch her without my permission, you may not speak to her, and you may not even look at her without my permission! I spit on the men that are so greedy as to take another man's woman as his own. Unless you want to end up having your heart on the floor there, I advise you to stay away. I stomp on the hearts of men who lay a hand on my woman!) His boot comes down heart on the floor. I look away as spurts of blood rocket out of the veins and openings in the muscular organ. "Idan ka sosai kamar yadda ya zo kusa da ita, zan sa sharar gida a gare ka! Zan kone ka innards kuma ka ciyar da dabbobin ka, mount kanka a kan wani gidan kamar boar ta, da kuma jefa ka fita zuwa cikin laka ga acid da ruwa a wanke kan ka Rotting jiki." (If you so much as come near her, I will lay waste to you! I will burn your innards and feed them to your animals, mount your head on a post like a boar's, and throw you out into the mud for the acid rain to wash over your rotting flesh.) He picks up the crushed heart and throws it into the crowd. The men shuffle to get out of the way. "Kada a goge maganata kashe sauki. Duk da yake ina gane cewa wannan gargadi, dole ne ka gane cewa wannan ma barazana. Kada ka yi kuskure a gare ni, da na maza," he rants. "Na yi alkawari wadannan sakamakon a kanku!" (Do not wipe my words off easily. While I realize that this is a warning, you must realize that this is also a threat. Do not mistake me, my men. I promise these results to you!) My heart is pounding and I find myself feeling ill and sweaty. He is done with his rant now. He summons one of his servants over to throw away the body part and clean up the floor. He walks back over to me and shows me the quick flick of his wrist. "Up," he says. I stand and follow him out the door. As I leave, the men shuffle out of the way so quickly, acting as if I have an extremely contagious disease that could kill them instantly. I don't know what Abigor's said to them, but his 'claim' speech was quite a passionate and angry one. I race to his side. None of the men will look at me. I tap his arm. "Abigor." He does not answer. His face is red and he looks quite flustered and upset. "Abigor!" He raises his hand as if he wants to slap me, but he stalls. "What did I tell you about calling me my commoner's name in public?" My eyes are as wide as saucers and my lip is quivering. "I…I'm sorry." His shoulders slump and his head ducks down into his hands. His thumbs rub his temples in circular motions. "No…no, it's alright. Just remember next time, yes?" I nod my head. He curls a huge, bulky arm around my waist and pulls me along down the hallway. I lean into his embrace comfortably. "What did you tell them? I couldn't follow along." He stares ahead, the corners of his lips fighting the urge to quirk up into a smile. "Just somethin' that needed to be said. That's all." I frown, looking up at him. "Tell me." "No." "I demand you to tell me—" "You do not demand," he snaps. "I demand. And I demand that you ask no more questions." Now he's only made me even more curious as to what he's been talking about. As soon as we're in his private chambers, I feel slightly more comfortable about being with him. I sit on his bed while he sits in his favourite chair, smoking his pipe. "I want you to teach me more," I say. "Please." Abigor glances at me out of his peripheral vision. "Woman. Mace." I nod my head. "Mace. How do you say, 'I am a woman' in your language?" "Ni mace." I stand from my seat and point to myself. "Ni…mace." He nods his head. "Heart. Zu—" "Zuciya," I blurt. He looks at me in minor shock and smiles softly. "You learn quick." I shrug my shoulders. "A zuciya ga zuciya." He silences at my line. He knows what it means. "Thief," he continues. "Is barawo." "And how do you say 'you are'?" "Kai ne." "Kai ne barawo," I tell him. "Ni mace. Ni…Tiger Kambori." He smiles widely this time. "You shall be speaking fluently in no time. Most people say that Hausa is a difficult language for correct pronunciation, but you seem like a natural." I shrug my shoulders. "Because I've you to help me with it. What better teacher is there than the king of the barbarians?" He leans his chin into the palm of his hand, letting the pipe in his other hand die down a little. "Na'am." "And that means yes," I tell him matter-of-factly like he doesn't already know that. "How about I quiz you?" he questions. I nod my head quickly in agreement. I'd love to test my knowledge. "Mace." "Mace. Woman," I reply. "Barawo." "Barawo. Thief." "Hannayen." "Oh!" I exclaim. "This one is hands. It even kind of sounds like hands." He nods his head. "Good. And zuciya?" This word is my absolute favourite word of all. "Zuciya," I reply. "Is heart." "Giya." "Giya. Wine." "Alright," he says, sitting up in his chair. "I've got another one. I want you to guess it." I nod my head. "Very well. Tell me." "Tawa." I bite my lip in confusion. "Oh, but this could be any word in the world," I complain weakly. "Give me a hint at least." He nods his head. "It rhymes with the word for giya." Giya means wine. He wants me to find a word that rhymes with wine. Vine, swine, fine, line, whine, pine, dine, shine, shrine, sign, twine. And then a word pops into my mind quickly. I look up at him. A storm is brewing in the shadowy depths of Abigor's eyes. "Is the word mine?" "Na'am." I fold my legs over one another. "And how do you say, yours?" "Naku." I tuck a tendril of hair behind my ear. "I see," I whisper. "Naku da tawa?" He lifts the pipe slowly back up to his lips, taking a long drawl of the smoke. He keeps his eyes on mine the whole time. He yanks the pipe away from his mouth as a dragon of smoke comes curling out from his lips. His eyelids flutter shut. "Na'am." Sin Abigor had said to me that he needed to tend to some royal business. The royal business is also known as preparing for the next raid. The barbarians are relentless. He told me to go to the harem and stay there until further notice. He told me he doesn't like the idea of having me running rogue around the castle where the other men lounge around. But I was quite fine with going to the harem. I had a few questions that I figured that some of the harem girls would understand and answer for me. When I walk into the room, I notice it's mostly empty. Cassandra sits on her cot, lazily staring out one of the large windows in the side of the wall. It is placed high, probably designed to keep the whores from escaping the harem. Sulpicia, Didyme, Athenodora, Evalyn and Ivona are gone from the harem. Even Michelle is gone. Cassandra sits up from her place at the cot. "Hello," she greets softly. "I haven't seen your face in quite some time." I blush and clasp my hands behind my back. "Nor have I seen you," I reply quietly. I look around the room. "I suppose it's a busy day since no one's here." Cassandra nods her head, her blonde curls bouncing. "Oh, yes. The men have been very hands-on lately. I haven't gotten a break since…well, since fifteen minutes ago when Three Horses dumped me back in here." I sit down on the edge of her cot. She moves over and makes room for me. "I thought Three Horses had a wife," I whisper. "Isn't she the king's older sister?" "Snow Lion?" Cassandra questions. I nod my head. "Oh," she laughs. "Snow Lion is very pregnant right now and Three Horses has been selfishly deprived of cunt for a while since her bits are hurting." I find myself frowning. Three Horses should be by his wife's side, comforting her and helping her through the painful pregnancy. He should not be in the arms of another woman while she's lying in bed in pain. "Quite honestly," Cassandra begins. "I believe that he should be at home, by her side instead of fucking me here but men do whatever they wish to and fuck whomever they please. His wife is almost certainly ready to pop any moment now." "Oh my," I reply. "Who's there with her?" Cassandra shrugs her shoulders. "Probably some midwives and close female friends. Men aren't allowed into the birthing rooms." I cock my head to the side in confusion. "I'm not quite sure I follow. Men are not allowed to see their children birthed?" Cassandra laughs, her green eyes flashing with mirth. "No, silly," she laughs. The way she goes about it makes me feel like a complete idiot. "Men in this kingdom have never witnessed the birth of their children. It's always been a custom…and I'm sure men would not want to see that anyways." I frown again. "Men back in my kingdom would be at their wife's bedside, comforting her through the process. I suppose it's horrid not having your lover there with you." "Correction," Cassandra interjects. "It's not horrid, it's the barbarian way." I tap my fingers on the cot, chewing my lip softly. A question has been inside of my mind for a while now and I don't quite know how to ask it. I know that we are in a harem, the girls are bedded often and most times quite quickly. "And what happens to a woman if she becomes impregnated?" I question. Cassandra leans against the back of her pillow, leaning her head against the stone wall. She looks at me from under her blondish-brown lashes. "Do you know how many men have illegitimate sons and daughters? About every single one of the king's warriors have at least one or two. The women birth the children and then care for them on their own. That, or they leave them." I scoot closer to her on the cot, my brow furrowed. "What do you mean? The mothers leave their children?" She sighs. "You cannot expect much more from these people," she explains to me. "They know not of the customs and the so-called humane things from back in our kingdom." I'm disgusted, and all I want is to rid my mind of it all. I find myself already longing for him. "Tell me all you know about our king." Cassandra leans over to Evalyn's little sunny haven where her cot and her lush healing plants were kept and plucks a ripe, red berry off of one of the vines. "He's hard," she simply says, popping the fruit into her mouth and letting the colour bleed onto her pale lips. "He's a very difficult person to deal with in general." Hard doesn't quite match my mind's image of Abigor when I think of him. I think of him as kind, gentle and…well, different from the others. "Expand on that," I tell her. She pops another berry into her mouth, offering the extra one she had to me. I turn her offer away. She clears her throat before beginning to speak again. "Well, whenever I tried to…you know, get it up, it would take me like forever. I'd have to be really, really naughty for him to want me. And god, he wouldn't take me unless I begged." My eyes widen. He doesn't have a problem getting erections when he's with me, and I don't even have to do anything to make him aroused. He just…does. "Tell me more." Cassandra sighs. "He's a good lover. He's smooth and fluid in the bed, and I'll have to say Elizabella, that he's the most attractive man I've ever had the duty of bedding. No man back in my kingdom could have even come close to his beauty. But he sure does have a flaring temper. He rarely has bursts of rage, but when he gets angry, he lashes out instantly like a wildfire and burns everything around him. He's nothing like Iron Coyote. Dances With Wolves is strong." This time I take the berry she offers me. I bite into it and the sweet and bitter taste floods my mouth. "I have another thing to ask. What is a claim speech?" She gasps loudly and the berry that she was holding falls out of her palm and onto her sheets. "Why? Has someone made a claim speech on you? Elizabella, tell me. You must tell me now." I hold up my hand to cease her chatter. "Alright! But you must tell me what a claim speech is first so that I might tell you whether or not the someone has made a claim speech on me." Cassandra sighs. "It's really rarely ever done, so I doubt it could be…the real thing. Anyways, it's when a man chooses his woman and gathers his peers and all men that could pertain to Eliza in a room and claims his love, protection and ownership over the woman. Usually, the speech is passionate but often mistaken for angry and forceful with words. She is his, and to all others, she is referred to as his claimed mate." I cock my head to the side. "Claimed Mate?" "Yes," she gestures roughly with her hands. "It's called a claimed mate because once he claims her as his own, she can love no other. These people religiously follow their beliefs, and how they once ran as brothers amongst wolves in ancient times. And once a wolf claims his mate, their together for life. So the elders made up a rule that if a man wanted and loved a woman enough to claim her, he could make her his claimed mate. And they'd be together forever. Most men do not. But the tradition is not yet dead; some still do." What she has just described really sounds like my earlier half of the day. Abigor's speech was angry. He kept glancing back at me and I knew that he was talking about me. And the heart of that man that tried to rape me, still lying on the floor, was still a reminder. I swallow thickly and take a drink out of Cassandra's glass. Suddenly, Evalyn and two other girls burst in through the door. Evalyn is elated and her hair is dishevelled. "Sannu, ladies!" she squeals. Ivona lumbers after her, her lip split but a smile still on her face. Evalyn welcomes her over to her healing station with the plants, water, and healing creams and potions. She slops some yellowish cream over Ivona's split lip and kisses her cheek. "It should be good as new in no time at all," Evalyn tells her. "I understand that Iron Coyote can be rough." The sleek woman smiles softly. She is beautiful, with soft curves and a friendly glance and smile. She is foreign and exotic and I have never seen someone quite like her. "Iron Coyote loves me," she stubbornly replies. "And I will unconditionally love him back." I frown. How could someone as beautiful and kind as Ivona love a beast like him? "He doesn't deserve your love," Sulpicia says for me. "If he beats you, he deserves no woman's love." Ivona flops down on her cot. "Oh, but rough sex is what really gets him going. I'd do anything for him." "And that's what makes you a fool," Arlena chimes in. The other harem girls laugh at Ivona's scowl. She immediately lashes out. "You ought to just admit that you're just jealous because Iron Coyote's never shown any interest in you at all—" Arlena throws her hands up in the air. "Yes! As if I would want that man's dirty cock stuffed up my most sensitive parts with his brutal hands around my neck. You are a half-wit for not seeing it!" They both lunge at each other, but Arlena is yanked away by Sulpicia, and Ivona by Evalyn. Cassandra stands up on her cot. "Do you both even realize what you're fighting about? We shouldn't waste our time and friendship on a man. Especially not Iron Coyote." Ivona stamps her foot on the ground like a little, spoiled child. "You are—" "Hush," Cassandra growls. "No more out of you. I haven't got time for arguments about how innocent our prince is; we all know he's the exact opposite of an angel. It's just that you don't see that yet." Sulpicia snorts, staring at her blunt fingernails while lounging on her cot next to Arlena. "She'll see it soon enough." Ivona yanks Evalyn's hands off of her and storms off to her cot to pout. Cassandra sits back down and grabs back the glass of water that I'd been holding stiffly. "That's mine," she hisses at me before smiling triumphantly. "You're too easy, Elizabella." Evalyn looks up from where she stood at her plant table, her spectacles shining brightly in the sun. "Who's been eating my berries?" she demands. Cassandra smiles, revealing glossy red-stained lips. Evalyn shakes her head in disappointment. "I should have known. They could have been poisonous, Cassandra. You're quite lucky." She scoffs at Evalyn. "And why would you have poisonous berries on display in the harem?" Evalyn narrows her eyes at Cassandra from beneath the rim of her glasses. "You never know what I might need for my concoctions." The blonde drapes herself across my lap, spilling a little bit of water on her sheets. "Just tell me if the damn things are poisonous, will you?" Cassandra's hair tickles my thighs. She looks up at me and smiles, her tiny fingers beginning to toy with the silk that I wear. "I like this fabric." Evalyn sets another pot on top of her worktable. "No," she announces to Cassandra. "The berries weren't poisonous. But if you try eating my ingredients again, I'll be sure to put the poisonous ones out on display." Cassandra ignores her. "So," she begins. "You never even told me about the claim speech and all of that mumbo-jumbo. What's the deal?" The door opens behind me, distracting me from Cassandra's chatter. It's him. The blonde girl instantly peels herself off of my lap and sits up straight. He looks straight at me and cocks his head out the door. I stand up. I know that he means for me to follow him. 0o0o0o0o He's brought the dinner into his room that night. It's dark outside and I'm hungry, but I'm also confused. Abigor's sitting at the table in the far right corner of his room with his face illuminated only by the fire. I slowly walk to join him there, staring down at the plate of simmered, smoked meats and bread dipped in some kind of sauce. There's a goblet of wine in front of me. I look up at him and he just stares, waiting for me to sit. He picks up a chicken leg and bites into it. He looks at me again. My eyes fly down to my plate. My fingers skirt over the piece of bread and I lift it up to my mouth, taking a small bite of it. It's not bad. When I look back to him, I find him staring straight at me again. My face grows red in the firelight. "You have not spoken to me in over an hour," he says between bites of chicken. "What's the matter?" I swallow the bread and sigh, brushing my hair behind my ear. "I want to know about that speech," I tell him. "I'm curious about it and you've given me nothing whatsoever." He picks up his wine and takes a large gulp. "'Cause it ain't somethin' I feel that I need to explain right now," he protests, his voice husky and deep. It vibrates through my ears, filling the quiet room, overpowering the soft crackle and pop of the fire. I frown and prod at my food with the tip of my finger. "Na riga ya sani," I tell him. "Amma ni ina son ka ka gaya mani da kanka." (I already know. But I wanted you to tell me yourself.) He looks up at me, the chicken in his hand falling back onto the plate. "Who taught you?" I shrug my shoulders, refusing to tell him a thing. He grits his teeth, shaking his head and sighing. "Who told you?" I groan loudly, my head falling backwards. "Oh, it doesn't matter who told me! It was you that didn't tell me." I push away from the table and go to stand by the fire. He's after me as soon as I step foot in front of the fire. He comes up and stands behind me, his heavy hands resting on my shoulders. I flinch away from his touch. "What makes you think that I am yours?" I hiss at him. "I have known you for not even a month. Yet you're claiming me as your forever mate, your…your claimed mate and you didn't even tell me?" When I turn around to stare at him, I find that his features are solid and unmoving and that he is cold. "You are mine," he hisses right back at me. "Remember taka? You even said it yourself, little one." "How am I yours when you don't even love me?" I ask him, my voice level raising an octave. "You only care about fucking me." He looks at me like I've just grown another set of eyes on my forehead. "No," he manages to spit out. "Not true!" I tug at the ends of my hair in exasperation. "Yes, it is true. I guarantee that once you fucked me you'd be done with me and leave me for the others. I'm just a challenge." Tears stung in my eyes because I know it's true. "I'm just a toy and you're a child that will play with me while I'm interesting and new, but once I'm used you'll just throw me away." "Never," he hisses. "I'd never." I don't listen to him. "No, that's just how you are." "Then why'd I make that speech, huh? If I didn't want you for the rest of my life, why did I claim you?" His voice is louder than mine and cuts me off during mid-rant. His bulky arms encircle me, picking me up off of my feet as he carries me over to the bed. I struggle, but I'm pitifully weak against his strong hold on me. He throws me down on the bed, pinning my arms above my head and rolling his hips onto me. I gasp. "Let me up, Abigor!" He just stares down at me with dark, black eyes. His hair spills over his shoulders and frames my face like a curtain. All I can see is him; I'm trapped, his eyes scanning me like a predator does its prey. "No," he replies thickly, confident and tough. "I don't t'ink you realize the extent of my want, my need for you." He ducks his head down and kisses me softly on the side of my neck. I try to pull myself away from him but he keeps me right where I am. He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses over my collarbone, one hand keeping my own hands pinned to the bed and one hand resting on the side of my stomach. "I don't understand it," I explain to him. "I don't understand what a claimed mate is." Even though I had just heard the explanation from Cassandra, I want to hear it from his mouth. He stares at me from under his thick black lashes. "Means that you are mine for all eternity. I chose you because you are different from the rest. I told you that I'd wait for you. I've never done that for any woman before. I take them, and like you said, I throw them away like a child does a toy. But not you, never you. And I never knew why I felt like 'dis towards you 'till I went an' asked the elders and they tol' me that it was, in fact, somethin' different." He lets me pull one of my hands out of his grasp to reach up and trace my fingertips over the contoured lines of his prominent cheekbones. He leans his face into my palm. "I'm glad it was you," I tell him. He looks a little confused, so I go into more depth. "I mean, I wouldn't want to have been kidnapped or held hostage by anyone else." He chuckles, the ends of his lips slowly stretching into a smile as sweet and soft as the springtime. "That's good. I couldn't ask for a better prisoner." Abigor rolls off of me and onto the bed beside me, laying his palms flat across his muscled abdomen. "How we always end up like this, huh? Mad and then okay. I can't ever stay angry wit' you. Dunno why." I prop myself up on my elbow. "Yana da ... saboda ... um, ni mai kyau." (It is…because…um, I am good.) He looks at me astonishment before breaking into a smile. "How did you learn so quickly?" I lean my cheek against my palm. "It's called, a lot of free time in Abigor's room with books." "You want to learn," he states. "That's something different." "Yes," I agree. "While I've got nothing else better to do while you lock me away in my tower for hours, I snoop and read your books." He doesn't at all seem bothered by the fact that I go through his books while he's away talking about the raids with his men. "You like to read?" he questions. I nod my head. "Yes," I say again. "I've always loved reading." "Book," he says in a gruff voice. "Liffatin. Can you repeat that back to me?" "Liffatin," I repeat. "That's a beautiful word. You know, back in my kingdom there was a little shop called a library and it harboured many, many books. Some were sad, some were happy, some were full of action and tales of courageous princes and princesses, fictional tales of fire-breathing dragons and faeries and demons. A book is where imagination takes flight." He seems interested in what I have to say. "They are kept at…library?" he questions. I nod my head. He looks back up at the ceiling. "Don't have no library. But I got books. Parchment scrolls." I curl up into a ball on Abigor's bed, nestling my head against the soft pillows whilst he stretches out like a young lion in tall, dry grass. "Interesting." 0o0o0o0o I've not yet finished my dinner. He's lying in bed waiting for me to join him there. I can't help but think that he feels more love than he's actually shown me. I'd never been shown such gentleness from a man back in my kingdom—and the ironic thing about Abigor was that he was the king of the barbarians. And gentle was the exact opposite of a barbarian…supposedly. "I want to be your teacher," he says. I turn around and face him, mindlessly chewing on a piece of chicken. He narrows his eyes slightly. "I want to be the one to show you. I want to show you how to touch a man properly." I glance at him. "And when did you lose your virtue?" He pauses before answering. "Twelve." I choke on the wine gliding smoothly down my throat. "Twelve? And how old was the whore?" Abigor starts to smile a wickedly mischievous smile. "Anna was 27 at the time." The look of disgust on my face makes him throw his head back onto his pillow and laugh a great, loud, hearty laugh. My eyes pop with amusement. "But on a more serious note, you're a complete budurwa; virgin even to your own pleasure." I shake my head and try to explain. "Where I am from, women and girls are not taught of their pleasures until they are married. The pleasure was forbidden, especially for women. If a young girl was caught doing away with herself, she'd be beaten." The look of repulsion on his face tells me that he obviously does not agree with the rules back in my kingdom. "Your people act like pleasure is a sin." I nod my head. "Oh, but it is a sin." He laughs, drumming his long fingers on the wooden bedpost. "Then I have sinned, and sinned, and I will continue to sin." Abigor looks at me to see my expression, to tell what I am thinking. My face is tinged red with a soft blush that has crept up on me when I was least expecting it. "What? It's not like you don't know that I touch myself. I found myself to be doing it more often when you tease me like this." I turn away from, trying to swallow the thick lump in my throat. He sits up from his lounging position against the downy silk pillows and moves to sit beside me. "Does this make me less appealing to you, Tiger Claw?" he asks, brushing a wisp of chestnut hair behind my ear. "Does the thought of blood, and sex, and sin repulse you?" When his warm hand comes down on my bare knee, I pick it up and cradle it in my lap. I absently looked down at it, chewing my lip in thought. "No," is my conclusion. I glance up at him and I find that he appears to be a little relieved. "A man without blood and sin on his hands is a man that has not lived." He slips a finger under my chin and turns my face towards his slowly. His eyes are full of passion and want. But beneath the tough and possessive demeanour, he's so much more. He's sweet, caring, and all he wants is someone to stand by his side- and the person he wants is apparently me. So when he kisses me, I do not pull away or resist him in any manner. It pleases him. He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip before smacking one more kiss, sealing the deal, before leaning back against the bed. "I'll always wait for you...no matter how long it may take. But I doubt you'll be able to stay away from my charm." "Well, I…" "You can't resist me forever, Elizabella," he tells me, his eyes locked on the ceiling. "This level of lust for someone has crossed the line between bearable and unbearable. Between resistant and irresistible." I blink my eyes stupidly at him. He pats the place beside him. "Come," he orders. "And sleep." 0o0o0o0o I wake up in the middle of the night, a cold gust of air hitting my naked back. The back of my nightgown must have been unlaced somehow. I sit up in bed slowly, making sure not to wake him up. Except for the fact that he was not there beside me. I don't quite know why, but my heart begins to race, and my eyes search for him frantically in the dark. Where would he be in the middle of the night? Does he leave all of the time? I push the covers off of me and slide out of the bed. The fire is nearly dead, but I can still see around in the room. Abigor is not in the room. The door is cracked open slightly, but the hallway is pitch black. Where could he have gone? I grab one of the scented wax candles off of Abigor's jewel table and bring it to the dying fire. I thrust it into the embers, trying to get it to light. But the fire's bright glow sinks into the logs before a spark can touch the tip of the candle. "No!" I hiss softly in the night. Before I know it, I'm surrounded by darkness. I sigh somewhat loudly, my great whoosh of breath coming down onto the tip of the candle and igniting a nearly-dead spark that has graced me with its presence. I hold it up into the night. It flickers and sways on the tip of the candle, duly illuminating areas around it. It is better than nothing. I make my way to the door, careful not to trip over anything and make a loud ruckus. The door creaks when I push it open. I clench my eyes shut and sigh; any loud noises could give me away. Once the door is pushed wide enough open for me to slip out of it, I dart down the darkened hallway. I turn a corner, my bare feet slapping gently against the cold stone floors. And finally, at the end of a long, empty hallway, I see a door cracked open with a great firelight emitting from it. I walk slowly. I still do not know if he is there, or if he is alone and wanting my company. I'm at the door. Both my mind and heart are racing, my hand shaking as it reaches out to push the wooden door. He is laying on the couch by a great stone fireplace. My eyes widen at the sight of books and books lined up on dusty wooden shelves. His back is to me; I cannot see his face or what he is doing. I presume him to be sleeping. His head lays on the armrest of the couch and one arm hangs off of the edge. His eyes are shut. My heart beats faster as I creep forwards and examine him. He's breathing heavily for someone who sleeps, and it interests me. And then I notice something that hadn't been noticed before. His breechcloth lay on the floor beside the place where I stand. Leaning forward, I can a chest who muscled contours are sketched in flickering shadows. He is not sleeping. My mind begs me to look away, but my eyes stay locked on the scene before me. His hand runs up a long column of hard, swollen flesh to fondle the tip before his fingers skate back down in a dragging stroke. Heat rises into my cheeks and bursts like summer fire-works, spreading the lustful embers throughout my body. He opened his mouth to taking shaking breaths, his lips trembling as his hand worked at his manhood ferociously. There he was, in his most vulnerable state. I slowly crept backwards until I was behind the safety and comfort of the door. The sound of slick flesh against his hand couldn't be heard before I'd stepped into the room, but it now seemed to be magnified in the hollow of my ear. And he moaned, no more than a quiet, wispy sound carried on the wind, but it sounded like a scream. His hair spills over the edge of the couch's armrest as he lays his head back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, forehead lined with beads of sweat. He pants quietly over lax, sensual lips. The rough, physically-inclined king of the barbarians can't look more vulnerable, stripped of his weapons and his possessive and inhumane conduct right down to the flesh. Abigor's skin is tough and thick, thick enough to keep it all in; even the gentleness I know that he harbours. It is a glimpse below many layers of that thick, impenetrable skin to the artless yearning of a lonely soul seeking comfort and personal pleasure at his own expense. His movements speed up, fingers pulling at the base of his cock, then swirling back up to the tip, which was already leaking from the immense pleasure he was giving himself. My womanly parts are slammed with heat as they tug at the end of my white flannel nightgown. And for the first time ever, I touch myself with the intention of seeking pleasure and delivering it upon myself. Faster he goes, the muscles in his chest and abdomen twitching and bulging as he lifts his pelvis to meet his hand. "Fuck," the crude word falls from his lips softly. I'm entranced by the way his hand moves up and down that beautiful, tall column of flesh, the way his face contorts in pleasure in the firelight. My fingers work at myself quickly, amazed by the feeling that it gives me. "Na mace," he moans. "Eliz'bella." I refrain from gasping, but I know well enough to know that he's thinking of me while in the midst of doing that sinfully, sinfully seductive thing. I moan quietly and lean my head against the wall, letting myself go. I hear him grunt, then cry out a sticky white fluid pours all over his chest. I turn away before he can realize I'm there and rush back down the hallway. I lay in bed waiting for him to return. I face the wall so that he may not see my face and wrap myself in bed sheets. The door opens softly a moment later. I can see him out of my peripherals, wiping himself down and sliding into bed, completely naked. Guilt wracks my body. I shouldn't have been looking upon him, and I shouldn't have touched myself. But it felt so good to feel like that, to feel...sinful. Wet I meekly begin to dress in front of him. His wandering eyes roam my body like a starved beast that has not feasted in a year. The red silks are what he's chosen for me to wear, along with some pretty golden chains. He ties his breechcloth around his waist and steps out into the sunlight. My face reddens instantly when I realize that he's looking straight at me. After last night, I've not spoken a single audible word to him. The way he stares makes me feel heated and weak. But he only shakes his head and smiles, like he knows something I don't and he's getting a huge kick out of my squeamish behaviour. I don't like it. He goes around behind me to help me pin up the silk around my back. I let him do so without fidgeting or flinching when his warm fingertips skirt across my skin. I sweep up my hair and he pins the soft, mango-coloured silk up with a shiny golden pin. He pulls on his deerskin pants then as I go about fixing my unruly curls, which are particularly tightly spiralled in the morning time. Sitting down at Abigor's table, the one with the great mirror propped up against the wall, I take my thick hair into my hand and I begin to braid it back tightly so it's out of my face. I tie the end of my braid with a piece of string. I frown once I realize that a piece of my hair has come loose and hangs out of my braid oddly. I reach for one of the golden pins on the desk, but my clumsy hand knocks it off the desk. I foolishly dive for it with the belief that I could have caught it before it hit the ground, but instead, I tumble out of my chair and to the floor with a thump. When I look up, he's right there to see if I'm all right. When I look up, I'm face to face with the body part that had sweetly and sinfully haunted my dreams last night. He is not yet aroused, but, even in his calm state, the man is still impressive. "Gods, woman," he says. "You are clumsy, like an infant." Abigor grabs my arm and helps me to my feet slowly. I've got the pin tightly in my hand, but my grip loosens when I see his face. I have seen his face countless times and realized his sheer beauty, but I don't think it has truly yet occurred to me that I am lucky; he is a man of splendour and handsomeness and masculinity. The deep cleft in his chin and the way his cheekbones are contoured adds to it. I am still wobbly, like a newborn calf. I nearly face plant into him when my foot catches on the end of my discarded nightgown, the one that I'd carelessly thrown into the corner only a few moments before. He catches me like he always does. Burying his nose in my hair, he intakes my scent through his nostrils. "Mmm," he murmurs. "You wear new fragrances?" I'm not quite sure what he means at first. But as soon as I see the mischief in his eyes and the way his lips are curled smugly. "Um…oh," I place my palms flat on his chest and push away from him. The wetness between my legs only intensifies. "You get away from me." He only laughs, pulling me closer towards him. He plants a kiss below my ear before pulling my earlobe between his teeth and nibbling gently. "I'm ready when you are, little one. Kawai kuke bukatar tambaya." (You only need to ask.) I huff and go back to sit at the table. Looking into the mirror, I pin back the unruly curl and secure it into place. He goes to the table, where a bowl of red paints lays and slops some markings over his copper skin. I look over at him as I'm placing the crystal headdress over my braid. "Raid today?" I ask him. 0o0o0o0o Breakfast goes on normally without him touching me from underneath the table. He left me eating while he talked on with his men. I know the language, but not well enough to be able to understand slang and full sentences of it. Now we are at the stables, getting ready to ride out to some secret place on the backs of our horses. I remember my Rana Fashe, Daybreak, and eagerly mount her. He has already mounted his black stallion Tsakar Dare, or Midnight, and is riding out ahead of me. The day is bleak and the clouds aren't quite visible, but it is unforgivably scorching hot outside. I lightly nudge Rana Fashe into a canter before galloping to catch up with Abigor and his horse. He sits proudly upon his horse, gazing out into the tree line with that same egotistical look on his face. "Where are we going?" I ask him. His men are watching us from behind the corner of the castle, interested in what we're doing and where we're going. I see Iron Coyote sneering at me from behind a tree. He makes a kiss at me, and I glare right back at him. Abigor just ignores his brother as well as the other onlookers, riding out into the day. "You'll just have to see when we get there," he remarks. I frown and ride on ahead. "Why do you ride fast when you don't even know where you are going?" I look over at him in wonder. "Well…perhaps I am urging you to move faster. The eyes of your men are unyielding; they look upon us both with a certain unwelcome watchfulness." With this, Abigor turns around and yells something at his men that's pretty much unintelligible to me. They jump a few feet into the air before turning on their heels and running off. I laugh; they look like a bunch of scared children that just got caught in the act of stealing a biscuit. He turns and looks at me, nodding his head towards the door. "Okay. Let's go." He digs his heels into Tsakar Dare's black belly and speeds the horse off into the woods. "H-hey!" I call. I nudge Rana Fashe's belly with the tip of my leather shoe and off she runs into the distance, taking me with her. I hang onto the reins tightly as she gallops into the trees, jumping over fallen trees and skillfully dodging the great thorny bushes growing in the middle of the forest. My horse follows Abigor's great black horse. The wind runs its fingers through my hair and kisses my cheeks with a light breeze that refreshes me greatly in the hot weather. Abigor's horse runs fast, and with that, it makes him look stealthy, strong, and nimble. For once, I consider that I might be lucky to have him as a master. But he's a thief, I think. Why do I feel this way about him? As soon as we reach a certain point in the forest, he gets off his horse. I start to slip out of my saddle as well, but he holds up a hand to stop me. "No, stay on." He grabs the reins of Tsakar Dare then walks over and grabs Rana Fashe's reins. My horse whinnies and bucks, but the look she's given by Abigor instantly makes her calm down. He looks up at me and says, "Close your eyes until I say to open them." "Why can't I just—" "Do as I say." The voice is so dominating over my whiny, submissive tone. I silence and close my eyes. He pulls my horse through the forest. I sit blindly on Rana Fashe's saddle, rocking with her movements. We walk like this for a few minutes before my horse stops in her tracks. "Can I open them now?" I ask eagerly. I don't hear anything but rustling at first. My eyes fly open instantly and I'm staring straight at him. He's taking his hair out of his braid, with his back facing to me. He nods his head. "Yes." There's a single feather strung in his long black hair; it's a beautiful red one, probably plucked from the backside of a cardinal bird. I take a look at my surroundings. I'm blown away. My mouth falls open at the sight. A giant waterfall surrounded by trees and wildflowers and weeds sprouting out of rocks like little bursts of happiness. Birds sing in the trees loudly, the music of locusts and cicadas ring in my ears. "This is beautiful!" I cry. He smiles a slight smile, the corner of his mouth peaking up at the end. "This is my secret place in the woods," he says. "I found it and I claimed it. See the trees?" I look around at some of the trees by the waterfall. They had claw marks in them as well as a bit of animal blood splattered on it. Abigor places his heavy hands on my wide set hips and lifts me down from my horse. I stand there arranging myself as he ties the reins of the horses to a tree branch. The grass is tall; it's almost to my knees. He turns away from me and starts towards the great pool of water that sits below the waterfall. I start to follow him, but then I instantly stop. He reaches around his back and unties his breechcloth and slips out of his pants, throwing them into the tall grass. Mystified but intrigued, I watch him as he takes a running start before diving gracefully into the water. He emerges a moment later, shaking his hair out aggressively, like a dog. He smiles and chuckles softly. "Water good." "The water is good," I correct him. He gives me a look before mumbling something in Hausa right back at me—it's probably insulting to my culture, but I'm used to his rudeness by now. I stand back a few feet, sitting on a rock so the cold water doesn't splash at me. He watches me from in the water. "Come in," he suggests. "An' swim wit' me." I shake my head and rub my arms. "No," I tell him. He frowns. "Come in," he says a little louder, and with a little more force. "No," I tell him in a sterner tone. "I don't swim. And it's not proper for a lady to be swimming with a male, especially in his naked form. Back where I come from, people would talk generously about this if they caught us." He sneers at me, lifting his upper lip in disgust. "Fuck pro-per, you in Barbarian country now. There ain't no rules here unless I say so. Come in." I shake my head again, moving back on the rock. He sighs and swims out into the pond. "Guess I'll just have fun all by myself." I don't say anything. I just watch as he moves around in the water with surprising agility, his muscles rippling with each inch he swims. I sigh and lay back on the warm, flat rock that I'm currently sitting on. Looking straight up, I see white puffy clouds rolling and tumbling over themselves in a clear, cerulean sky. Trees overflowed with fresh green leaves sway with the passing breeze that runs through the forest with youthful dexterity. I don't hear Abigor splashing around in the water, his breath or even feel his presence. I sit up abruptly and look around. He's gone. He's not out of the water, but it in—and he must be drowning. I don't know how to swim but I can't risk him dying at my hands, so I strip myself of my silks as fast as I can and go to the water's edge in a panic. "Oh, fuck me…Abigor!" I swear that my heart's never pounded faster. I look around in the water, searching for a heavy body floating near the bottom of the clear water. But I see absolutely nothing. Suddenly, I feel a wet, large hand on my arm, tugging me in. And before I can even register what's happening, I'm plunging beneath crystal clear waters. I emerge, screaming, with my hair stuck to my face. And when I see him, I pound on him as if he's a punching bag. "You scared the absolute hell out of me! Oh, I hate you Abigor, I hate you…" He fends my blows off with a cocky smile. I slip on a patch of mud and go under the water again. I cry out in shock before slipping into the water a little more. "I can't swim!" I panic. He hoists me up into his arms and holds me there securely until I've calmed myself down a little. "Shh," he says. "I've got you. I'm not gonna let you drown." I hang onto him like he's a rope suspending me over a cliff. I glare up at him. "Why would you do that? I thought you were hurt. I was getting ready to jump in there and almost kill myself trying to save your backside, which, might I add, was perfectly fine." He looks down at me in an amused manner. "It got you in, didn't it?" I gasp. "You're absolutely evil!" He smirks and starts to walk around in the water while carrying me in his arms. "The water's nice. Wouldn't have got you in any other way." My mouth drops open slightly. "That's because I don't know how to swim!" I cry. "I could drown. Women back where I live aren't taught how to swim. It's not proper." He corrects me. "Was not proper. But like I said before, fuck it. You're not in Bellechester anymore, little one. Lay back into the water. Feel the water on your skin." I lay back into the water, wetting my braid as well as the crystals on it. I'm in nothing but skimpy scraps of underclothes that I opted to wear under my red silks. I'd never been in anything but bathwater my entire life, and the feeling of floating on top of cold, refreshing water was completely new and sensational. I sigh and grab at his arms; he helps me sit up in his arms, droplets of cool water running down my cheeks and catching on my long eyelashes. "It's cold in here," I tell him. He looks down for some reason and then nods back at me. "Yeah," he says with another cocky, arrogant smile. "I can definitely tell." Suddenly, I look down at my chest. My nipples were straining against the material that contained them. "Oh…" My face grows extremely red, and I don't even know what to say to insult him, so I say the first thing that comes to my mind. "Sorry." He looks a little taken aback. "Sorry? Why are you sorry for something like that? It's…natural. S'beautiful. I think it's…" He leans in close to my ear and whispers, "Erotic. Besides Eliz'bella, I'm more naked than you are." I find myself shuddering, more from his tone dripping with sex than the cold water. I slide out of his arms and deeper into the water, covering my chest with my hands and the water. He nods his head towards the waterfall. "C'mon," he says. "I've got something I want to show you. A secret hiding place for just you and me." He pulls me towards the rocks and the waterfall. Then he lets go of my hand and jumps up onto one of the rocks in all of his naked glory, and slips behind the great fall of water. My eyes widen. He calls my name, a loud echoing sound only magnified by cave walls and water. I follow him into the back, ducking behind the great falling of water to reach the cave behind it. Abigor's already started the fire back there, sitting there watching me with his knees crossed. "Ku zo nan," he says. "Sit with me." I walk over to him and sit next to him by the fire. He's got a dead squirrel in his hand. I reel back in horror. "Where did you find that?" I ask him. He looks around the cave. "Here," he says matter-of-factly. "Where else?" I grimace. "You don't know how long it's been dead for." He chuckles humorlessly. "Yes, I do. And it's been dead for about a minute now." My eyes widen and I shake my head. "You are truly what they say you are…a merciless barbarian." He shrugs his massive shoulders. "Should live up to my title," he tells me. "I kill for means of survival." I don't watch when he pulls out his dagger and digs the blade into the squirrel's belly. "And your men…I suppose they kill for fun?" Again he only shrugs his shoulders. "I know what they're capable of. But I'm not there to say whether or not they can kill someone or not. That's where my brother comes in." I gasp in shock. "What are you talking about? Is that why you don't participate in raids?" He nods his head and I hear a crack when he cuts the feet off of the squirrel. "My brother would have definitely tried to slit my throat if he didn't have something to do with the kingdom. My father gave me the spot of King, so he repaid my brother with being in charge of running the raid parties and troops. But I oversee them first." "But the killing," I murmur. "That was at his hands?" Abigor nods. "I honestly wouldn't expect any less from him. He is mugun mutum, a no good soul. There's nothing I can do about his lust for blood." I shake my head violently. "No…no, that's absolute crap. You're the king, you should have every privilege, every last word! You need to get your brother in control. He's the one that's killing so many men, he's even merciless to the women and children." He nods. "I'll try." "Please do," I whisper. He nods again. "For you." I look up at him and swallow the lump that had been residing in my throat. I touch his tattooed bicep with the tips of my fingers. "Thank you." He doesn't answer. Instead, he skewers the skinned squirrel on a stick and thrusts it over the fire. I grimace. "That's ugly." He laughs. "It is, isn't it? It won't be so ugly when we cut 'im up and eat 'im." I scoot a little closer to the fire, pleased with the warmth that it gives me. "I honestly have to say that I've never tried squirrel." "It's good," he tells me. "But small. Like snack, not meal." I watch it cook in the fire with interest. "Why are you so kind to me?" I ask out of the blue. I'm feeling particularly brazen today. He looks over at me through his peripherals. "Do I have a reason not to be?" he asks me. I don't know what to say to that, so I just settle for saying nothing. "You are a good companion. Loyal. Trustworthy. Strong. Strong man needs strong woman to bear strong children." I'm confused by the sentence. What does he mean by 'strong man needs strong woman to bear strong children'? Does he wish for me to have his children? I don't question it right away. Maybe he means something else. It's possible. "You're very comfortable in your skin, aren't you?" I watch as he moves around freely, naked as the day he was born without a trace of embarrassment. "Yes," he confirms. "Naked is natural. There is nothing wrong with skin. It's our bodies, and I do not believe we should have to hide them. Shame is not real; it is a mere product of our imaginations. We do not have to feel shame, so I do not." As he pulls the cooked squirrel off of the fire, I think about what he's said. It's true; we come into this world naked, and natural. We don't need clothes or jewels to cover up what we have. "Could you help me take this off?" I ask him. He's hunched over the squirrel, separating the meat into chunks with his blade. "Take off what?" Abigor asks, not even bothering to look over at me. I take a deep breath. Am I really ready to go through with this? "My top." Yes, I am. He turns around quickly, gazing at me with a bewildered look in his eyes. He leans back on his haunches, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of the sea. "You…" he points to me. "Want me…" Then he points to himself. "To take your top off?" I nod slowly, my face burning brightly in the dark of the cave. "I suppose, yes." His lips slowly spread into a honey-sweet smile, widening his mouth and creating little dimples in his cheeks. "Well fuck me, I wasn't expectin' that. C'mere, little one." I crawl closer to him and turn around, lifting my hair so he can see where to release the pin that held the cloth together. With a little click, the fabric falls down my waist, freeing my breasts. I stay there, not knowing what to expect next. But I feel his hot chest pressing against my back, his chin resting in the crook of my neck. His hands slide down my collarbones and gently cup my breasts. He lets out a sigh of relief, turning his head slightly so that he can kiss my neck. "You are truly what they call a natural beauty," he murmurs. His thumb runs over my left nipple, making it pebble up instantly. I lean my head back against his shoulder and sigh in contentment. "What is this?" "I won't be entirely sure unless you describe how you feel to me right now." I gulp and lay a hand over Abigor's hand, which gently cups my breast. "Heat, swirling rapidly in my stomach; a sweet, pounding sensation in my loins. It's dizzying." He takes one of his hands off of my breasts and cups my chin in his hand, roughly turning my face to his. "It's your newly discovered pleasure," he says. Then he dives, his lips crashing into mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth. His free hand skirts down my stomach and over the cloth that covers my crotch area. And when he touches me there, I react unexpectedly. I turn my head and place a hot, open-mouthed kiss on Abigor's jaw, urging him on completely. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs heatedly in my ear. I nod breathlessly. "It's your clit. Your jin dadin tabo, pleasure spot. Think of a mouth down there." I shake my head. "That's unheard of," I say. "No one would kiss me down there." He chuckles, his fingers moving faster on my jin dadin tabo. "You have much to learn," he says. "Because I would kiss you down there." My pleasure is building my lower regions and something's happening that I've never felt before. I struggle to get my words out. "B-but my mother always said you lay there and let the man have his way with you, nothing more than that. Not for love or for pleasure, but for duty of…uh, reproducing an heir." His hand slips below the cloth I have on, and touches me there, inserting a finger into my most vulnerable place. "Do you know what I think about that, Eliz'bella?" He crooks his finger and presses down hard on a spot that makes me cry out from the immense pleasure it gives me. "I think it's shit." He removes his hand much to my dismay and turns me around, pressing me to the cold, stony cave floor. He cradles my head in one hand, his other hand slithering back into my bottoms. He pumps his finger in and out of me. I close my eyes, lost in the throes of pleasure. He smacks a kiss on my lips. "Open your eyes," he tells me. I try to open them but it's so hard. "Look me in the eyes. I want to see your face when your release comes." I'm not quite sure what he means but all I want right now is it please him. I look him straight in the eyes. I faintly remember one of my married friends back in my kingdom saying something about looking in the eyes during lovemaking sessions. "Love comes in through the eyes," Mary Smithe had said to me. "So you must search them until you find it." His fingers pump faster and faster, an erotic squelching sound echoing in the cave. "Oh God," I moan loudly, trying to keep my eyes on his the whole time. He gives a lopsided grin, his eyes blackening with lust. "You're close, love. It's building higher and higher…" he says huskily. My eyes roll back into my head slightly as I cry out in pleasure. "C'mon," he whispers, leaning over and kissing the corner of my mouth. "Let it go. I got you." I take a deep breath before blowing apart at the seams, my muscles contracting wonderfully in my southern region. "Fuck!" he curses, and I feel something wet against my stomach. I look down through heavy-lidded eyes and strands of white fluid sitting above my navel. His hands brace my head, caging me in. His head is bowed, his eyes are tightly shut, and he's breathing heavily. I cautiously reach up to wipe a bead of sweat off of his forehead. His eyes fly open, grabbing my hand instinctively. He gives me a shocked look, like he wasn't expecting his own reaction, and then kisses my fingers tenderly, sucking my middle finger into his mouth. With his free hand, he rubs his ejaculation into my skin like it's a prized lotion. Outside, we hear thunder rumble and rain begin to fall. He curses softly, reaching over and grabbing a bite of the squirrel before diminishing the fire and crawling to peek through the space between the water and rock. "It's gonna be seconds before it pours," he says. "We gotta go now. This place floods easily." I grab my breast cloth and wrap it around myself, pinning it sloppily in the back. I adjust my bottoms before running out from behind the waterfall in pursuit of Abigor. He grabs my hand and pulls me across the water and into the grass. Just like he said, it begins to rain—hard. In seconds, the dirt becomes mud, very slippery and gooey mud. As he runs to his horse, being the clumsy woman I am, I slip in the mud. "Shit, 'Eliza, you alright?" he calls. I'm laughing so hard I can barely contain myself. I'm half naked, covered in mud and laying in the middle of a field in the woods with a naked man. People back home would be horrified, but I'm laughing because I find that it doesn't bother me anymore. He comes running over to me, careful not to slip in the mud, but he does anyway. He lands on his ass next to me, beginning to curse up a storm at his own clumsiness. "Fuck this fucking ass mud, I'll fucking kill…what the hell's the matter with you?" I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe. Seeing the great king of the barbarians slip in the mud next to me was too much to bear. He leans closer to me. I lay on my back, my braid and crystal headdress slopped in the mud. My hand is cupped over my mouth, trying to encase my horrific laughter. "Are you…are you laughing?" he asks. At first, I can tell he doesn't find it at all funny, but with hearing my ridiculous, thick laughter, he too begins to laugh. "Shit…'Eliza…" He's laughing and his speech slurs a little, saying my name as 'Eliza' instead of Elizabella. He's struggling with my name so much, that I just say, "Just call me Eliza!" He stands up and grabs my arm, pulling me with him. "Get your ass up, 'de rain's peltin' me like…fuckin' shit, let's go." We run to our horses and get the hell out of there. When we get back to the castle, he takes me in through a secret door so no one would see us in this muddy state. "That was the most fun I've had a while," I admit to him. "The pleasuring part, or the mud part?" he asks with a mirthful look in his eyes. I pause, pursing my lips. "Both." He checks the corner to make sure that no one's coming before darting into his room, dragging me with him. "Now," he begins softly. "We've got to wash this mud off." Payback He's in the bathtub, sitting and watching me. Mud cakes his chest and his arms. He looks at me expectantly. "Aren't you getting in?" he asks me. I shift nervously in my place. "Can't I have my own bath?" I question. He gives me a look. "Your own bath? Are you being serious?" When I nod my head he frowns. "I've seen you naked. I've touched your breasts and gave you pleasure with my fingers, and you don't want to bathe with me?" I don't know what to say anymore. I fold my arms and shift in place. "Abigor…" "No," he cuts me off. "I'll give you a choice. Either you bathe with me or you go to bed with my caked onto your skin." He leans back against the lip of the tub and closes his eyes. "I think the choice is simple, really. It's big enough for the both of us." Abigor doesn't open his eyes for a few moments. I stand there in shock before acting. I reach around back and unclip the cloth that covers my breasts and slips down my bottoms. I sit in the very back of the tub, making sure that I'm not sitting on any of his body parts. His legs are so long that his foot nearly touches my stomach. Slowly, I see the tip of his erection standing up in the water. He's aroused. I clear my throat. "Can I have the soap?" I ask him. He reaches over and grabs a wooden bowl off of a table and hands it to me. I dip my fingers into the yellow substance and put it into my hair. It smells like honey. I work it into my hair with my fingers, rinsing with a bucket of water. "Don't get water on the floor," he scolds me like a child when little drops of water splatter onto the stone floors. I scowl back at him. "If you would have let me have my own bath, I would have been able to contain the water." He shrugs and leans back against the tub once more. His erection only gets bigger. "You are nothing but fire," he murmurs softly, glancing at me from under heavy-lidded eyes. "We balance each other out perfectly." I look at him expectantly. "Aren't you going to wash as well?" He doesn't answer right away. "My muscles are sore," he whispers. "I think I'm just going to relax for a little…and enjoy the view." I frown at him and grab one of the sponges sitting on the wooden bath supply table. "Turn around." This makes him more alert. "Eliza, you know that—" I shake my head, ceasing his chatter. "Oh hush, I know. You've seen my chest already. I just want to wash your back for you." He licks his lips before nodding and sitting up. Water runs down the crevices between his abs and pecks. "Oh. Okay." He turns and shifts in the bathtub, baring his back to me. He pulls his hair forward so that I have room to wash. I dip the sponge into the wooden bowl of honey-scented soap and press it to his skin. The bubbles create a thick lather across the long, ugly scars across his skin. I rub the sponge around on his skin, my free hand gently massaging the scars. He tilts his head back in pleasure. And suddenly, I feel a stronger pull towards him. I pity him for being whipped as a child, pity him for losing his first love to his older brother, pity him for being lonely and loveless. My nail gently scrapes across one of the scars and he shudders. "Did I hurt you?" I ask him, my voice no louder than the song of a passing breeze. He shakes his head. I experimentally do it again, and I receive the same reaction as before. "It feels good?" He nods his head. "Your touch does strange things to me, wanda nake kauna," he tells me. "I don't let people touch my scars." I rinse off his back with a bucket of warm bathwater. They are numerous, fleshy and pink. I gently press my lips to one of the scars. "But you let me touch them," I say quietly. He leans back into my touch, one of his hands reaching around back to touch my bare thigh. "Only me?" Abigor nods his head absently. "Yes. Only you." He ducks his head and looks into the water, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. "Mafi za a kyama, ina rantsuwa da scars. Kai ne ba ... kuma ina mamaki dalilin da ya sa haka shi ne." (Most would be disgusted by my scars. You are not…and I wonder why that is so.) He turns around in the tub to look at me, wondering if I understood what he's said. I do. I shake my head in disbelief. "A scars nuna karfin zuciya da kuma jimiri ne daga matasa shekaru. Ban ce muku ya kamata a masanan basu ji dadin a gare su." (The scars show bravery and endurance from a young age. I don't think you should be disappointed in them.) He purses his lips. "Ni ba na jin kunyar abin da na kai a kan fata. Sai na fada muku, kafin. Kawai wani sabon abu fiye da abin da zan kasance, shi ke nan." (I am not ashamed of what I bear on my skin. I told you that before. It's just something different than what I'm used to, that's all.) Abigor lifts a hand and strokes his warm thumb down my nipple. I shudder beneath his touch. "Kana iya da wani mace da kake so. Me ya sa ka zabi ni?" (You could have any woman you want. Why do you choose me?) His hand strokes my arm softly. He looks at me straight in the eye. "Ina kuma son wani abu daban-daban. Sai kawai don haka ya faru da kai." (I wanted something different. It just so happened to be you.) "Amma ku ne kawai so in ya sami damar fuck da ni, ni dama? Wani abu m saboda wadanda sauran kulle girls aka zama m." (But you only want me to be able to fuck me, am I right? Something exotic because those other harem girls were becoming boring.) He looks at me like I've just insulted everything he lived for. He is about to say something nasty, but he stops himself from doing so. "Na sanya soyayya ne kawai sau daya a rayuwa baki daya." (I've only made love once in my entire life.) I laugh when he says it, leaning forward in the water. "Ina zaton ka ce duk abin da ka kasance daga makaryata amma." (I thought you said that you were everything but a liar.) He frowns at me. "Alloli a sama, mace. Ni ba zan kwance a gare ka!" (Gods above, woman. I am not lying to you!) Now I'm a little agitated. "Me game da Athenodora? Kuma Cassandra? Sun shaida wa daji da labaru. Ka ba fucked su?" (What about Athenodora? And Cassandra? They tell wild stories. You have not fucked them?) "Of course I have!" he exclaims loudly in the Common Tongue. I cock my head and look at him like he is crazy. "I do not think you understand—" "No," he cuts me off quickly. "You are the one that does not understand." He pushes me back against the edge of the tub, his knee sliding between mine and rubbing against my clit. "Do you understand, Eliza?" I bite my lip to refrain from moaning. "No, I d-don't. Explain to me then." He leans down close to my ear. "I have fucked many, I will not deny. But fucking is something completely different than making love. Fucking is rough." He grabs my jaw roughly with his hand and plunges his mouth into mine, pulling at my lip with his teeth. He releases my lip from his teeth and goes about kissing me gentler. "Making love is tender. I only ever made love to White Fawn." He peppers my face with kisses and moves his knee against me in circular motions. I panted into his mouth and his tongue flickers out and licks my lips greedily before diving in in order to tango with my own tongue. I nod my head slightly. "I understand now." My hand reaches up to him and I grab his cock in my grip. His eyes widen and he gasps loudly. I pump my hand along his shaft smoothly. "There were a lot of things that I never understood before I came over here. And a lot of things that I still need to understand and be taught." His head ducks and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Oh, ya Allah na." He bucks up into my hand. "How did you learn to pleasure a man like this?" His husky whisper lingers in my ear. Each stroke of my hand drags fire through his body, and I can see it with the way his face contorts in such pleasure when I do so. "From you," I say. His eyes snap to mine with a lustful look so fierce that it physically shakes me. "I watched you that one night." "Na san shi," he whispers, his mouth agape and his eyes peeled wide open. I tug on his cock a little harder and this time his moan echoes out into the silence, throwing his head back with pleasure. "Oh, fuck!" I stroke a little harder, looking into his eyes while I do so. He thrusts into my hand, his hips rocking rhythmically. I kiss the bottom of his jaw softly before mustering up the courage to ask him something else. "Can I taste it?" He looks down at me again with a flustered look on his face. "Who are you, woman?" he asks with a smile. He leans back in the tub, his cock standing straight up. I nod my head. "I think this ought to be our second class." He nods right back at me. He doesn't seem to mind at all that this will be our second session. His hand lands on his own cock and strokes gently up and down. "Lean down," he instructs. "Suck on it. Hard." I lean down in the water, coming face to face to the appendage that had haunted me so much. But an eager Abigor fed his erect member into my mouth. He tasted salty and musky, but it's not unpleasant. His shaft is long and somewhat thick, but not too monstrously thick. Thick veins curl up the shaft to the sensitive head. I grip the base of his cock and tentatively lick the head. He spreads his thighs wider in the bathtub, a hand cradling around the back of my neck to pull my mouth onto his cock even further. I go about licking his cock like it's a delicacy of some sort. He makes grunts of appreciation and pleasure, thrusting into my mouth. He wants me down further and further, but I don't know how much more I can do without choking. I'm completely new at this. I never thought of kissing someone's genitals before Abigor. Sex is completely different now that I've found Abigor. He teaches me that it's so much more than boring old vanilla, the 'get-in, get-out' kind of sex. It can be rainbow sherbet and all kinds of interesting and new. I try to keep his cock pretty wet with my tongue, licking it and passing my tongue over the top of him. He grunts as he shoves himself into me, his head tilted back in ecstasy. "Gods, Eliza…" he whispers. "So good." The feeling of satisfying another makes me completely aroused. To see him in such a vulnerable, beautiful state with his legs spread and his most precious body-part in my mouth, eyes shut and mouth echoing moans of pleasure His balls bunch up as he prepares to explode into my mouth. I don't want to swallow so I back up and jack him with my hand. His hand grips the edge of the wooden tub with his knuckles turning white. He's muttering his appreciation, eyes shut tightly. He swells up and then jets white ribbons of semen all over my face. I really wasn't expecting it to go all over my face, so I scrunch up my nose and shut my eyes, leaning back in shock. He sits straight up and kisses at my face, licking the cum off of my cheeks. "Oh m'love, you were so amazing…" he murmurs, his hands cradling my face tenderly. It seems like he can't get enough of me. The rest of the ejaculation is rubbed into my skin softly. He buries his nose in my hair. I'm still shocked that I even did that. "You even smell like me now," he chuckles softly. I lean back in the tub. "Now what?" "Now what," he repeats back, a great Cheshire smile painting itself onto his face. "I kiss you down there and return the favour." I shudder with lust but look away quickly. "I don't think I'm ready for that just yet," I whisper softly. He looks a little bit disappointed at first, but the smile is painted back on quickly. He nods his head in comprehension. "Alright, I understand. Take your time," he murmurs softly. "Tonight was amazing. I gave you pleasure with my fingers, and you gave me pleasure with your mouth. You let your guard down. That's a huge step for us, Eliza." I nod my head. "I know." He slips his finger under my chin and kisses it. "I'll have you begging for me to kiss you down there one day. And it will be like nothing you've ever experienced before." The offer is quite tempting, but I really don't think I'm ready. "I could go get us some wine," I offer myself. He nods his head. I slip on my nightgown and the red silk robe. He stands in the bath, wraps a towel around his waist and follows me into his bedroom. 0o0o0o0o Black Bear is there, in the kitchen again. When he sees me he smiles initially but then checks for Abigor. "Sannu," I greet. "Za mu sake haduwa a cikin wannan wuri." (Hello. We meet again in the same place.) He gives me a look. "Er, sannu. Mafi yawan kawo canji game da kai, ba?" (Er, hello. Much has changed about you, no?) I nod and take the crystal vase full of wine and pour some in Abigor's goblet for him. "Na'am, na koyi yadda za ka yi magana da harshe. Yanzu za mu iya magana ba tare da shamaki da harshen ... da za mu iya magana game da ruwan inabi." I laugh. (Yes, I have learned to speak your tongue. Now we can speak without the language barrier…we can talk about wine.) Black Bear takes his glass, gulping uncomfortably before darting away. I gasp. "Ku yi jira!" I cry after him. "Kada ka bar haka nan da sannu." (Wait! Do not leave so soon.) He whirls around with fire in his eyes. "Ba na neman wata fashe hanci, Tiger Kambori," he hisses at me. "Idan sarki catches da mu, na ass za a skinned. Ba naku. Nice magana da kai." (I don't want another broken nose, Tiger Claw. If the king catches us, my ass will be skinned. Not yours. Nice talking to you.) With that, Black Bear turns with his harsh words and strides out of the room. He's made it pretty clear to me to stay away from him. I sigh and rub my temples with the pads of my thumbs. Abigor's possession and dominance over me have scared most everyone from me. In some cases, it's a good thing but in other cases it makes me feel like a poison. When I feel a semi-rough touch on my arm, I automatically assume it's Abigor, coming down to see to me because I've taken 'too long to get the wine' yet again. But when I turn around, it is not his smirking face that I see. It's Iron Coyote's. I gasp in shock and reel back in horror. "Don't you touch me," I scold him. "Don't you dare." He mock-pouts. "You are not happy to see me," he says. "I could change that in an instant. I smell how aroused you are, Tiger Claw. I could smell it from five doors down." I suddenly realize that the arousal he smells was the arousal that came about when I pleasured Abigor in the bathtub. My eyes widen and I take the two glasses into my hand, preparing to march out of the kitchen. He puts his arm out to stop me, the force of his hand knocking some of the wine out of the full goblets. It splatters in red blotches onto the floor. Iron Coyote makes me put the wine back down on the table before grabbing my hands in his tightly. Wine drips down my fingers. I struggle in his grasp, but he is too strong for me. The barbarian prince had spent a great deal of time building his muscular strength up, but he would never match Abigor's stamina. He takes my finger into his mouth and twirls his tongue around the tip. I shriek in disgust and pull away instantly, slapping him across the face. He stumbles towards the counter, grabbing onto one of the cabinets to steady himself. Instead of screaming a loud 'how dare you' sort of speech onto me, he laughs stupidly and stumbles forwards. "You are a ball of fire; my brother was right. I bet he enjoys fucking your pretty little ass." Squinting my eyes at him, I notice the way his lids droop and how clumsily he stumbles around the room. I groan in disgust. "You're drunk," I state, watching as he grabs Abigor's goblet and takes a long gulp of wine. He holds the goblet up into the air, a trail of red liquid dribbling down his lips. "Drunk and proud," he announces. I snatch the goblet out of his hand and move it far away from him. Iron Coyote reaches out for me. I try to sidestep him, but I'm too slow. He gathers me into his arms and buries his face in my neck. "Oh, brother gets everythin'. Got 'de throne, father's love, 'de jewels, 'de credit…" He pulls back and looks me in the eye. "An' he got you." I try to push him away from me but his grip is relentless. I start yelling when I see him beginning to untie his breechcloth and free his cock. I know he will rape me. "Stop! Iron Coyote, stop it!" He does not listen to me. Instead, he keeps on mumbling. He jacks himself with his head lying against my breast and his free hand keeping mine firmly locked in place. His body is too heavy for me to even move. "It ain't fair," he moans. "I should get some too." When I realize that pushing him away won't help, I decide to take a different approach. "What about Ivona? She loves you." He looks up into my eyes and laughs. On his breath, I smell various types of fine wines, brandies, and beers. He has been drinking for a while. "I don' love her," Iron Coyote replies. "I'm tired of her. I want you." His free hand lets go of my cock and before I can scream, he's opened my robe and stuck his hand up my skirts. His fingers stroke me there, and I scream so loud that he has no choice but to shut me up with his lips. Using a gut reaction, I grab his lip with my teeth. "That's what I'm talking about," he begins to murmur. But I bite down—hard—and draw blood. He screams, pushing away from me and cradling his lip in his fingers. Blood spurts down his chin and trickles down his bare chest. "You kariya!" And before I can move, he backhands me and I land on the cold floor. I don't fall to the ground right away so he does it again, this time using his other hand. I see black, but the spots slowly fade away. I spit out blood from my lip, pushing myself off of the ground. There's a newly-forming bruise on my cheek and my jaw aches like the seven hells. I hear Abigor's voice over my dizziness and I hear him and his brother fighting away about me. I don't know who is winning the fight, but I can only hope it is Abigor. I blink out of the blurriness and see Abigor holding a knife to Iron Coyote's throat. "If you ever touch her again, I cut you so bad that no one will ever look at your face again without vomiting in horror, you disgusting piece of shit." Abigor seethes through angry teeth. Iron Coyote glances over at me. "Keep your bitch on a leash, Abigor. She came onto me!" Abigor looks over at me sitting on the floor. I spit out a little bit of blood before glaring lethally at Iron Coyote. "You liar! He lies, my king. He does!" Agitated with the whole situation, he turns back to his older brother. "If she came onto you, why is your lip bleeding and why is she over there beaten?" "Your dirty whore nearly bit my lip clean off! She deserved every ounce of pain she received…ah!" He cries out when the tip of Abigor's dagger pierces the skin on his neck. He ignores me when I call his name, his eyes focused on Iron Coyote. "Touch her and I'll kill you. Breathe her name and I'll kill you. Look at her and I'll kill you!" Abigor rants. "I'll cut out your heart just like I did Felix's and serve it to her on a golden dinner plate." He pushes Iron Coyote out of the way and his older brother scurries down the hallway. "Ivona!" his booming voice echoes outs down the hallway. Abigor wipes his nose before dropping the knife and rushing to my side. "Oh Gods," he whispers, examining my bloody nose and split lip. He touches a tender bruise on my cheek and I curl back in pain. His eyes are pools of sorrow and pity for what his brother has done to me. "I'm so sorry. I should've known better than to let you down here without me." He presses his forehead to mine and kisses the space between my eyebrows. "I'm so sorry that this has happened to you," he murmurs. "Won't you say anything?" I look up at him, desperately trying to catch my breath. I don't know what to say to him, so I just say the first thing that's on my mind. "Wine," I whisper. "He drank your wine." He smiles slightly, not sure if it's the time for laughs. "Let's go back up to the room." 0o0o0o0o "Oh Gods, I'm choking," I say, feeling the blood run down the back of my throat. I lean back against a pillow with a white handkerchief pressed to my nose. It's not broken, just bloody. And it hurts. "Tilt your head forward," he instructs. I hold the bloody handkerchief to my nose having been unable to stop the bleeding for over fifteen minutes. I cough some more when some of the blood drips down the back of my throat. I look at him funny. "Why? That'll just make it come out more." He sits at the edge of the bed and watches me with worried eyes. "Exactly. The blood needs to go somewhere, honey." I look up at him in shock. Honey? That was such a name to be called, a name you'd call your beloved, not your personal whore. "Do you want it running down the back of your throat or onto the cloth?" I cough violently again before sitting up and leaning my head into the cloth. The blood practically drains into the cloth. "Good," he praises. "Leaning back can make the blood go to your windpipes or line your stomach. Then you'd retch. Trust me, I've had a lot of experience with bloody noses." I believe him. The excess blood that had been running down my throat before now threatens to come back up my throat. I cough again, the blood dripping from my split lip spraying outwards, some of the droplets landing on his bare chest. "I'm sorry!" I quickly exclaim, almost forgetting who he is. I reach out and wipe the blood from his skin before he can complain about its presence. He nods. "You're okay. Hold your nose just before your bridge to clot the blood. It should stop within five minutes or so." I nod my head and do exactly what he tells me to do. "Thank you," I murmur. "For taking care of me." Fifteen minutes earlier, he'd set about stripping me naked with no intention of using me in a sexual way but examining almost every inch of my ivory skin for bruises. Then he gave me a red silk robe to wear again and set me on the bed, giving me ice in a thin pouch of animal skin. I was to lay back against the pillows with it on my head. Apparently hitting the stone floor with your head hurts after a while…a lot. The corner of Abigor's mouth pricks up into that beautifully handsome smile of his. "You're welcome, honey." There was that name again. It made her womanly bits flare with heat and lust. "I want to say thank you for biting my brother. Let's just say I've been looking for a good excuse to pound his ass for a while now…but I'm sorry you got hurt in the midst of it. He's one cunt-hungry bastard, and he sure does want everything I've got." I nod my head. "Including me." He frowns at that. "I know. Including you." I try to bring more light into the conversation. "But he said I almost bit his lip off at least," I giggle softly like a child. "I got even." "Yes," he says as he crawls up to where I sit near the pillows. "You paid him back like a true Hausa woman." I lift the cloth away from my nose and examine it. There's dry blood, only dry, and no fresh blood. "I think it's stopped now," I say. "Where do I put this?" He nods towards the fire. "Just throw it in there. I don't want it, and those stains will be hell for the maids to wash out." "Alright," I say. I toss it into the fire. It lands short so I scamper out of bed and toss it into the fire the rest of the way. I stand there and watch it shrivel up and burn while being licked by the bright orange flames I hear his body shift on the bed with the way the frames squeak. "Come back to me," he pleads. "It has been a long day." I turn around and go to my place in the bed, lifting the heavy covers before settling down beneath them. Abigor glances over at me through the firelight. I glance right back at him and slowly smile. He breathes softly. "Gobe ina ganin zan sumbace ka." (Tomorrow I think I shall kiss you.) I furrow my eyebrows. "Sumbace ni? Ka riga ka aikata wannan." (Kiss me? You have already done this.) "Ina so in sumbace ka wani wuri daban-daban. Wata ila ka lebe da farko, amma sai watakila wani wuri dabam." He murmurs. "Kokari ya tsammani inda zan sumbace ka gaba." (I want to kiss you somewhere different. Perhaps your lips first, but then maybe somewhere else. Attempt to guess where I will kiss you next.) I'm suddenly intrigued. "Na kiraza?" I question. (My breasts?) "Babu," he replies, shaking his head. "Sake gwadawa." (No, try again.) "Na kafafu." (My legs.) "Babu." "Na ciki?" (My stomach?) "Ba kome, zan gaya maka," he laughs. "Zan je ka sumbace zaki da al'aurar mata." (Okay I'll tell you, I'm going to kiss your sweet cunt.) I gasp and flop back against the pillows. I should have known but…but hearing that word on his lips and the look in his eyes when he told me what he was going to do to me makes me shiver. "Mmm." He laughs softly. "I can already smell your arousal." My cheeks burn bright red in the darks. "Oh." "It'll serve as a bit of payback for what you did for me today." I try to keep myself under control. "Oh." He leans over and captures my lips. I've been wanting him for so long that I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss even further. He dips his tongue into my mouth ever so slowly, flicking at the edges of my teeth and stroking my own tongue with a lazy sort of rhythm. "That sound good to you, honey?" I don't know where my words have gone, but I certainly can't find them anymore. "Uh-huh." He gives me one last kiss, his tongue lingering in my mouth before pulling away with a strand of saliva stuck to his full russet lips. "Payback." Kiss When I wake, he's not in the room. The space beside me is empty and cold, the sheets peeled back from where his body had imprinted on the bed. I yawn and throw the covers off of my body. The bruises on my face ache, as well as my jaw and my nose. My lip is still sore, but a scab has formed on it overnight. My curls are unruly, but I have no intention of taming them this morning. I go to the wardrobe and pick a beautiful blue silk with purple and orange floral prints on it. Once I am dressed, I walk to the door and take a small peek out into the hallway. The hallways are mostly barren, except for a lone maid in rags collecting laundry in a wicker basket placed at the doorways. "Excuse me," I call. The maid looks up from collecting her laundry and takes a few small steps towards me. She notices that I'm in Abigor's room and then takes a few small steps back. "Do you know where the king is?" By the look on the maid's face, I presume she does not know the Common Tongue. She points a delicate finger down the hallway. "Sister…ill. His sister having baby." Suddenly, I remember what Cassandra told me that Three Horses' wife is ready to pop out a child at any moment. Abigor hadn't talked to me personally about it, and I'd gradually forgotten about it. I hear an ear-splitting scream echo down the hallway and nod at the maid to give my thanks. I scurry down the hallway, trying not to trip over my skirts as I rush into the little, hot hallway that people crowded around. Daniel was there with his head banging against the doorway, listening to every one of his wife's pain-filled shrieks with a sympathetic look in his eyes. Drinks of Waterfall and Michelle are there, sitting together in chairs near the back. Iron Coyote sits in a corner with his arm around Ivona's tiny shoulders, a totally bored expression on his face. Black Bear is there with his sister Radiant Moon, or as her commoner's name, Accalia. Grey Hawk is there with Arlena. I see Abigor standing in the corner of the room with sweat beading on his forehead; he's obviously worried about his favourite sister. He doesn't see me when I try and catch his attention, turning into the corner and rubbing his temples in an attempt to relieve the stress he feels. I meekly make my way over to Michelle, who turns and hugs me tightly. "Oh, I've missed you." I smile at her. Drinks of Waterfall leans over and gives us both a wary look. "Elle," he croons. "Wannan shi ne wani lokaci domin kauna." (This is no time for affection.) She nods and shuts her mouth almost instantly. Then she leans close to my ear. "They say the child kills her," Michelle tells me. "They don't know if she'll make it out alive." "That's horrible," I whisper back to her. "I would hate to have that happen." A tall man waltzes into the room with Camellia at his side. I've never seen him before. Michelle cuts me off before I can ask his name. "That's White Fire Sun, or Quil. He mostly likes to keep to himself, but I know him because he's Tristan's good friend. He's claimed Camellia as his own and now she doesn't live in the harem anymore." White Fire Sun looks kind but mischievous. The way he nibbles on Camellia's earlobe when she's least expecting it, causing her to laugh out loud and receive scornful looks from Abigor and Three Horses. When Abigor catches sight of me, he rushes over to my side. He speaks in the Common Tongue so that most of his men will not understand him. "Why are you here?" he questions. "I thought you slept." I ignore his bad grammar and shake my head. "I woke up when I realized you weren't there. I came to look for you when I was informed by a maid that you were here as your sister gave birth. I wanted to come and…support you." At this, he softens and takes the chair beside me. His eyes are moist. "Snow Lion's always been a sickly woman. Never strong, always weak. Even though she was my older sister, I always looked after her. She caught the same disease my mother and sister did, but she survived. It made her weak after." I don't know what to say or how to comfort him. I lean my head onto his shoulder. He does not move. Another one of Snow Lion's pained screams drags out long this time. Everyone goes quiet, listening for the sound of a baby's squeal. And the squeal comes not a moment later. Three Horses looks relieved and so does Abigor. The midwife comes out a second later. "A yaro ne mi mace," she says. (The child is a female.) Three Horses isn't so much worried about the baby's gender. "Kuma abin da na uwargida ta? Ko da ta ke nan?" (And what of my wife? Is she all right?) One by one, we all file in to congratulate Three Horses and Snow Lion on their new baby. Abigor and I are last. He tells her how much he loves her and how he's very glad that she's okay. Snow Lion points a shaky finger at me. "Wane ne ta?" she asks her brother. He tells her my Hausa name and my commoner's name. "Ku bar mu, dan'uwansa. Zan mayar da ita zuwa gare ka a wani lokaci." (Who is she? Leave us, brother. I shall return her to you in a moment.) Abigor nods before turning to me. "She wishes to speak with you in private," he says. His voice is no longer soft, but hard and masculine. "I'll be waiting for you outside the door." He and Three Horses depart the room. I swallow a thick lump in my throat and beg Abigor with my eyes to have him stay. I do not know this woman, nor do I know what she will say. As far as she knows, I'm just his monthly whore. She looks me up and down and nods her head. "Dress is beau-ti-ful." She sounds out the word. "Flower patterns are my most favourite." I nod my thanks. She returns her attention to her baby. "Tiger Claw," she muses, holding her child in her arms. "Name interests me. My brother gave you it for a reason, though." The baby fusses, so Snow Lion pulls down her shirt and lets the babe suckle upon her breast with no shame in her eyes. My face burns bright red. "I…I suppose so, yes." She smiles at me weakly before brushing some of the black hair on the baby's forehead with her fingers. "I not seen my brother so happy with a woman before." She looks up at me expectantly. "My brother is hard, like nut that just don't wanna crack. But you crack him, though it is slow." I kneel by Snow Lion's bedside. She looks at me with her soft brown eyes. I do not know what to say, so I say nothing at all and just settle with smiling and nodding. She coughs. "Drink is on table. Get for me, Tiger Claw?" At first, I don't understand what she's trying to say because her common tongue is so faulty, but I put two and two together. "Your glass of water?" I ask. She nods and holds her throat. "Na'am," she says. "I have thirst." I hand her the glass of water and she gulps it down. She nods in thanks. "Abigor never loves. Only ever loved a girl named White Fawn. My older brother took her away from him and he never forgave himself for letting Iron Coyote do so." I nod my head sadly. "It's a horrid story. He told me once, I believe. It's a shame she died in childbirth." Snow Lion nods her head and smiles softly. "He would not tell you White Fawn's story if he did not intend to keep you. I heard about the mate claiming. I was surprised, I will tell you just that." I lick my dry lips and look at Snow Lion's beautiful, but pale, face. "He's only known me for two months now. I am still not sure what a claimed mate is. One of the harem girls told me all about what came about with a man mate claiming and making the claim speech, but I never got the true understanding of it." She smiles slowly like molasses, the warm light filtering through the window kissing her face. "I not gonna tell you, Tiger Kambori. I gonna leave that to him to show you what it means." I sense that she's done speaking with me when she goes back to tending to her newborn child. I open the door to Three Horses, who gives me a respectful nod before going in to see his wife and daughter. Abigor nods to me to beckon me over to him. I feebly comply, walking out into the emptied room and into his arms. "What did she say to you?" he questions me. I smile begin to tug him down the hallway. "Well? Tell me." I don't really answer him. "Your sister's a beauty, and a kind one at that," I say to him. "She told me great things about you." This makes him intrigued. "What sort of things did she say?" He is desperate to know what his sister had said to me, and I like holding it over him. I grasp his arm. "All good things." He looks a little relieved. "You need not worry yourself about it." He drops the subject once he realizes that he won't get anything out of me. He looks down at what I wear. "You look beautiful," he comments. "That silk was crafted by Snow Lion for herself before she got pregnant. She gave it to me to store it away. She said you could have it if you wanted it." My eyes widen. When I walked into the room with Abigor, Snow Lion had complimented me on the silks. Now I feel even luckier to have the silk in my possession. We travel to the breakfast hall, where men chatter loudly, drinking ale and stuffing their greedy mouths with breakfast meats. Abigor takes his seat at the end of the table, and I take the empty chair to his left. The cheering only gets louder once Abigor has gotten here. They pass the bowls of food up to him and look at me expectantly. Then I realize that I am to dish out his food for me. Blushing bright red at this new custom that I did not know of, I stab a slab of ham onto his plate, then eggs and fried potatoes with onion. He strokes my arm softly without making a sound. He's different in public, I tell myself. I grab the pitcher and fill his glass with goat's milk before sitting back down in my seat again. The man beside me is Black Bear, so I feel comfortable eating without him turning his lustful eyes upon me. But Will takes his place at to the right of Abigor, and directly across from me at the table. His smouldering eyes twist my stomach into knots after what he did to me in the kitchen. I go to pour myself another glass of goat's milk but the pitcher that I used for Abigor's glass is empty. The next one is right next to Black Bear, and I find myself breaking into a sweat trying to figure out how to ask him. Last time we spoke he made it clear that he didn't want anything to do with me after Abigor wrongfully assaulted him. I tap him on the bicep lightly, right over the tattoo that Abigor and all his men wore. He flinches at my touch before looking at me with widened brown eyes. He looks at me expectantly. I almost forget what I'm about to ask him. "Could you please pass me the milk?" I ask. Black Bear shoots a look up to Abigor, who is busy talking with White Fire Sun and Drinks of Waterfall. He nods curtly and grabs the pitcher of milk off of the table and passes it to me. "There." He nods to it. I nod my head. "I see it. Thank you," I smile up at him, and his eyes flash with youth and friendliness. Then he quickly looks away. I notice Abigor eyeing him up suspiciously. I lay my hand on his and smile weakly. This is exactly the reason why Black Bear refuses to talk to me. I pick at my potatoes in complete silence while the others talk and talk about topics a woman's not fit to listen in on. But alas, I am one of the three women at this breakfast table. All the ladies at the harem ate wherever they wanted this morning, but they could not eat in here. Michelle is with Drinks of Waterfall, and Camellia is with White Fire Sun. I can tell that Michelle is undeniably happy with Drinks of Waterfall. She has the occasional bruise or two on her arms, but nothing serious as compared to when we first started out. "The life here has promises of something of so much more value. Back at Bellechester, I still would have been a maid; cleaning houses and going about in my own peasant way. But here, they do not know me as a peasant. They see me as the woman of Drinks Of Waterfall, the brave warrior of many battles…and thus I am respected." I remember what Michelle had said about her views in Bellechester versus her views here. I see her across the table, minding her own business as well. Drinks Of Waterfall had claimed her a few days ago, but she hadn't told me. She keeps her head down and focuses on prodding her eggs with her fork. Drinks Of Waterfall laughs with Abigor, his laugh making Michelle smile softly down at her plate. I wonder how she does it. He does not speak a lick of the Common Tongue, and Michelle's not very good with the barbarian language. I wonder what their sex life is like as well. Michelle's not big on bragging, unlike some of the other girls in the harem. I jump when I feel fingers on the insides of my thighs. Instantly I know it's Abigor. He still laughs with White Fire Sun and Drinks Of Waterfall likes nothing has even happened. I clench my thighs together before his fingers can skirt across my wetness. At breakfast, again? I whimper a little, catching Black Bear's attention. He casts a glance over his shoulder at me in suspicion. I smile weakly at him. Abigor shoots me a side glance, one that is full of mischief and seduction. I retaliate by moving my chair in closer to the table and reaching and landing a hand right over his obvious erection. He grunts a struggled, "Fuck," before continuing talking. I can't help but laugh, tears sparkling in my eyes. White Fire Sun asks him if he's okay and Abigor nods with his pleasure-pain. I stop laughing when I see Grey Hawk, Black Bear and Iron Coyote's eyes suspiciously on me. I eat my sausage while his hand grips my thigh tighter. I grab his hand with my free hand and move it off my thigh. "Dances With Wolves," I whisper, shaking his arm to grab his attention. He turns to me after I've disturbed his chat. "May I be excused? I've finished my breakfast." He looks down at my empty plate then nods his head. "Go. No wanderin' the halls, back to the room." I nod my head and exit the dining hall. I know what he plans to do with me after he's finished with his breakfast. 0o0o0o0o I'm sitting in his great bearskin chair when he waltzes into the room just a little after breakfast. I instantly fly up from where I'm at and my eyes plead my apology. He doesn't like people sitting in his chair, but I thought that since he was gone it would just be different. I wasn't planning on being caught, but alas, I am. He doesn't seem that angry, just a little annoyed. "That's my chair," he whispers. "Not Eliza's chair, or anyone else's." I nod my head quickly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean—" He holds up his hand to silence me. "I should punish you," he comments. My eyes widen. This is completely unlike Abigor, to punish me. He stalks towards me, his hand jetting out into the open and tearing away my silk top. I gasp and clutch at my now naked breasts. He reaches forward and then snatches my bottoms away while my hands are busy with covering my breasts. I cry out in shock, my eyes widening in disbelief. Will he rape me? Will he go back on his word that he promised to keep for so long? Now I'm completely naked and vulnerable. He charges me, and like a scared little doe, I run. His eyes blacken with lust. "You should know never to run from a wolf." I instantly understand the line, since the Hausa symbol is the wolf and it's the most respected animal in the kingdom. I try to dart towards the bed but he grabs me and gathers me into his arms, throwing me onto the chair that I had previously been sitting on. I struggle but his arms keep me down. "You wanted to sit on the chair so bad, so sit on it." My eyes sparkle with fright as he begins to undress. This is it, I think. He's going back on his word. I've denied him too long and now he will rape me. He slips off his pants but he leaves his breechcloth on. Abigor lets me go. I sit with my knees drawn to my chest and my feet crossed. And then it happens. The towering man drops to his knees in an act of pure submission, his eyes glazed over with lust. "I want to kiss you. You must tell me where to kiss you." My eyes widen. I say the first thing that comes to mind. "My lips." He obliges, leaning forward and capturing my lips in a kiss full of need and want. His tongue delves between my lips, feverishly licking at my own tongue. He tastes of mint and mulled wine and it makes my knees weak with lust. Abigor makes a dive for my lips again, sliding the tip of his tongue into my mouth, gently beginning to move it against mine. His strokes become deeper and harder but not rough or rushed. We alternate between deep and shallow, using only lips from time to time. Abigor grazes his teeth against my lips, provoking a soft moan from my mouth. He pulls away slightly, breaking away with a strand of saliva connecting our moist lips together.. He licks my saliva off of his lips slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with me. "Give me a different place." I gulp and nod my head. "Kiss my breasts." He nods swiftly, then ducks his head down, his mouth latching onto one of my nipples, taking it into his warm, hot mouth and swirling the pink bud around his tongue. He licks it a few more times before retreating to my other breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, tugging softly with his lips before licking over the little pink bud. He bites it, eliciting a surprised moan out of me. His hands roam over my body as he kisses down further. "Your stomach?" he asks. I nod my head, completely flustered. His hands reach up to grab my breasts in his hands, the soft ivory globes fitting perfectly in his large hands. He peppers his kisses all over my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel before moving down to kiss the space just below it. I shut my eyes tightly as my most intimate place flares with heat and pounds with sensation. Wetness begins to paint my thighs. I bite my lip to encase my moan but Abigor doesn't like that. He smacks a kiss on my thigh, grabbing my attention instantly. "Let me hear your moans." He moves back up to kiss my breasts again when I begin to touch them with lust. He kisses them, squeezes them, and licks them. "Oh, please…" I moan, a lot louder than I would have ever wanted to. He smiles his slow, molasses smile, the corners of his mouth reaching his ears. "Tell me what you want. Where you want me to kiss you," he murmurs. Truth is, I don't know what I want. But the heat in my southern regions is getting unbearable and all I want to do is have him touch it. And the idea of his lips pressing against my cleft makes the heat grow worse. Without saying a word, I nod my head downwards a little. He gets the memo instantly. He lowers his face down so that his lips are only a few mere inches from it. "I'll show you how good this feels," he murmurs. Then his tongue darts out from beneath his lips and licks a stripe up my folds. My eyes fly open and I try to sit up, clenching my thighs together on his head. It essentially traps his head between my legs. He laughs a deep, sexy laugh and forces my thighs apart with his hand. "Let me see you," he whispers huskily. And he dives again, locking his lips on my clit and suckling it into my mouth. He tongues it and swirls the little bud in his mouth. "You don't find this sickening?" I ask between laboured breaths. He pulls back momentarily. "No, hell no. From the minute I first saw you, I knew I wanted to taste your most intimate place, feel your nectar on my tongue when you shuddered around me." I gasp loudly when he flattens his tongue and licks me from the bottom to the top a few times. The feeling of a slimy appendage probing sweet, tender places makes me moan louder than I ever had before. I throw my head back in pleasure. He ducks down a little bit further to my virginal entrance, dipping his tongue in and out of the little hole before latching back onto my clit and moaning, sending sweet vibrations through my body. I reach down between my legs and grab a handful of his hair, yanking him closer to me if it's even possible. He sucks my skin into his mouth, releasing it with a soft pop before spitting on me and rubbing it in with his fingers. "Oh!" I don't even recognize my voice when I cry out. "Fuck yes," he growls before diving back into me. His licks and nips and sucks are bringing me to that beautiful edge again. My hips begin to automatically rock against his mouth, meeting each swipe that his tongue makes on my genitals. I wrap my legs around his head and he grabs my waist tighter as he licks and sucks at me. When I fall, he's there to catch me, and every moan and droplet of womanly nectar I spill. Even after I've come down from my pleasure high, he's still greedily licking away at me. I hold his face in my hands and pull him up my body. He kisses my lips and I taste myself on his tongue. He pulls back, resting his forehead on mine. "How was it?" he asks softly. I shake my head, my chest heaving with each heavy laden breath I take. "You don't even know how good that felt," I sigh, laughing a little. He runs his calloused hand over my breast, kissing the underside of my jaw. "Good." I sit up and begin to dress again. "How did you learn to do that? Is that what barbarian men do to their women?" He shakes his head, leaning back on his haunches, his sweaty, glistening chest gleaming in the sunlight that pours through the open window. His hair is tousled thanks to my hands weaving in and out of it, pulling him closer and pushing him. "Not usually," he says. "I normally don't do it to my whores. She's got to be special if I decide to kiss her down there." I can feel my face reddening like a ripened tomato. "I am…special?" He just winks at me, and suddenly I know. Topaz It's been about one week since Snow Lion had her baby. I frequently had gone to see her, and I still do. She is good company, and it pleases Abigor to know that I have a lovely bond with his only, and most favourite, sister. But each day that I go to her, she gets paler and her voice, softer. Snow Lion is getting weaker and weaker. She has an infection and is in diminishing shape. Abigor's been doing badly with facing that truth. He's been drinking a lot and worrying himself beyond belief. Three Horses is also worried about his wife but he still sees Cassandra on a regular basis. He does not deserve Snow Lion. Abigor had told me before that ever since Snow had caught the same disease that his mother and other sister had, she'd never fully recovered the right way. The doctors constantly fret over Snow Lion, even though she's convinced she'll be all right. They say it's really a slim chance. I pour Abigor yet another glass of wine. He's been taking his sister's illness very hard and has been drinking up a frenzy to try and get his mind off of it. Taking the glass over to him, I see him staring absently into the fire. When night rolls around, it's cold and can be blustery, even though the days are as hot as the sun. He takes the glass and downs it in one gulp before handing it back to me. He hasn't cried once, but the wrinkles in his forehead and the biting of his lip is telling me that he wants to but refuses to do so in front of me. That would be a sign of weakness, and god forbid Abigor shows me his weakness. Snow Lion has been coughing up blood. Her nightgowns are stained with it. After the delivery of the child, she had to be stitched up. The castle medics went about trying to do their bests, but it failed. The wound infected and spread through her body like a prairie fire. It has taken Abigor all his might not to storm down there and kill the medics where they stand. He crushes his face into his hand, his eyes blazing in the firelight. I dare not say more. "Did you hear anything else about my sister?" he asks me softly. His voice comes out husky, but wobbly. He turns his head to look at me, black eyes searching for mine. I shake my head and look down. "She's a strong woman," I tell him, trying my hardest to be of comfort to him. "She'll make it through. She'll make it." He laughs humorlessly before replying back to me in a cocky, arrogant tone. "She's been fucking weak ever since she was a kid," he retorts. I jump at his harsh tone. "Face the facts, 'Eliza. She's…" I shake my head. "Don't do this to yourself, Abigor. There's no way of knowing." He looks away from abruptly, only to bury his face in his hands and grab at his hair. "Don't do this to myself? Right. My sister's dying. You telling me that she's not going to die only burns my wounds even more." My heart is hammering in my chest. I take a deep breath, leaning my back against the bedpost. "She needs you to be strong for her," I whisper. "If she saw you like this, upset and already preparing her deathbed for her, she'd be terribly shaken and upset." His fingers tug at the roots of his thick black hair. "Like she already doesn't know that she's going to die…" he groans softly. My nails dig into my skin. "Oh, I'm not saying that, Abigor. Even if she knows, she wouldn't want to see you broken for her. I know if I were dying, I wouldn't want to see my family members distressed and upset like this. It would only make me more afraid of the unseen and the unknown. I'd want them…to be strong for me, hold my hand and smile, assuring me that everything's gonna be alright before I ascended to a greater place." He still does not cry. He stands from his chair and turns to face me, all in his near seven-foot glory. As he comes to stand close to me, his towering body sways and he nearly collapses. His hand reaches out and braces his body against the bedpost, trapping me near him. "Eliza…" he whispers. "Who do I have to lean on?" I rest my hand on his blazing hot peck and swallow thickly. "You have me," I say gently. "I'll do all I can to be there for you, Abigor." He leans down a little, taking my face into his hand. "I need you." That's all he says. His eyes blaze with lust as they look down upon me. His breath smells of heavy wine and whiskey and he can't even stand upright. "I think you should lay down for a little while," I tell him, grabbing his bicep and steadying him on his feet. "No," he groans. "I want you, Eliza. Will you not give me this?" I grimace at his grief-stricken tone of voice. I shake my head slowly. "You're drunk, my king. This is not the kind of support you need right now." When I try to move away, he grabs me roughly and yanks me back to him. "It's all the support I need," he growls. I look him in the eye and gulp again. The muscles in his jaw tense and bunch together when he grits his teeth, nervously and anxiously awaiting my answer. "No," I whisper. "I want you to lay down and gather your thoughts." "Oh, fuck me!" He pushes me away so hard that I tumble backwards, landing hard on the floor and cracking my head against the wardrobe. "You deny me even when I need you most. "What a lousy bed thrall you are." The venom in his voice surprises me. I want to cry, but I realize that he's hurting badly. I hang my head a little and bite my lip. I can feel blood trickling down my forehead. "I'm sorry." His face softens a little at the sight of my blood. He reaches out to me before quickly snatching his hand away as if the air was poison. "You are to stay here at all times," he hisses. "You shall not speak to another person, you shall not even look at another person. If I come back to see you gone, there will be no end to my wrath." Then he goes, slamming the door behind him. I slump against the wall. I think it's best to treat the wound before it festers and infects. 0o0o0o0o I've been locked in my darkening room for over an hour. I've lit a sweet, vanilla smelling candle to help me to see in the darkness I wonder where he is because it is night and it is not like him to wander about in the odd hours. It is not like him to go to sleep past nine o' clock either. He loves his rest. I wear a wet cloth over the wound on my forehead, my curly hair swept up into a maid's bun. I have become utterly bored due to the fact that over the course of that hour, I have gone about with my candle in hand, reading through every book Abigor has left in the bedroom, exploring every nook and cranny, and just about documenting every particle of dust in the room. I'm desperate to free myself from this dark and desolate hole. I stand on my feet, still a bit wobbly and dizzy from where I'd hit my head. I make my way over to his desk with my little stub of a candle that has been melted down over the long, treacherous hour, where all his belongings and jewels from the raids sit. I see the little wooden box that holds the Silvertongue, and the ruby and emerald necklaces were thrown into a pile on the other side of it. I look for a key, anything that could help me. I sift through various parchment scrolls, and jewels, and trinkets from commoner's houses with no such luck of finding that sweet golden key that would liberate me from these bounds. I collapse into the chair that sits beneath the desk, my head slinging forwards into my ready hands. My fingers comb through my curls in distress until they hit the messy bun that I wove sloppily while trying to get my hair out of my face so that I could properly treat my wound. They feel the pins that hold my hair there and suddenly I have an idea. I tug a pin from my hair, holding it in front of my age. I narrow my eyes at it, glancing at the door handle, and then back at the pin. A light bulb seems to illuminate in my mind. I hurriedly tug the rest of the pins out of my hair, letting my mane of tightly wound corkscrew curls fall around my heart-shaped face. I choose one trusty pin out of the pile on Abigor's desk and rush to the door with my candle. I shove it into the little keyhole and work it around in odd angles, pushing and turning at different intervals. Just when I start to think that my plan may not work, I hear a little 'click' and from my mouth emits a satisfied sound. I turn the handle of the door, glancing around in the hallway for any maids, servants or lustful warriors lurking the darkened corridors. I see no one. I drop the pin on the floor and touch my hammering heart to make sure that I really want to go through with this. Abigor's warning was very clear that if he came back to find me gone, I would be severely punished. Just down the hallway, I hear a loud cry. It is a woman's cry, and she sounds like she's in pain. My ears pick up the noise and instantly I am intrigued. Why does she scream so? Is she being raped? I shut Abigor's door behind me, holding up the candle to see around me before tiptoeing down the hallway as quietly as humanly possible. As I walk the corridors, my nightgown dragging upon the dirty floors, the screams get louder with the echoes bouncing exuberantly off of the stone walls. As I walk, I notice that this hallway must be off limits. There are no windows, except for a small, round hole that is very much so out of anyone's reach. There are not many rooms, but there are many closed doors, creating an even darker hallway, the only light being from the window high above. It casts a beam of pale moonlight upon me in the darkness. The cries get louder as I near a slightly ajar door. With my curiosity nearly bubbling over, I use two gentle fingers to push open the door and look inside. It's also dark, the only light being a dim fire crackling in the corner. I can't see the two people on the bed, but I can guess what they're doing. The woman's cries were ones of pleasure and not pain. Silky white legs tangle in longer, copper-toned legs. I can see the shadow on the wall when he thrusts into her, grabbing fistfuls of her long hair and yanking her head back. "You want me?" The question is almost inaudible due to its gruffness. The breathy answer sounds a moment later. "Oh yes, I want you. Fuck me harder, please!" I hear him slamming into her at a frenzied pace. Her mewls and cries of pleasure echo throughout the hallway. "Oh, Gods…" I hear the man say. He pushes her down harder, slapping her face. "Oh do it again," the woman cries out. "How I love the pain!" So he does it again, causing her head to whip to one side. He grabs her legs and wraps them around his waist to get closer to her. He pounds into her, dragging fire through every single one of her veins. Suddenly the man slows his pace and tugs the woman upwards so that she's sitting in his lap with his chest against her back. His long black hair spills down his back as he unloads himself into her body. And then something happens that I do not expect. "Oh my king," she whimpers. "You are powerful, all mighty." My eyes widen and I weakly refrain from gasping once I saw that the man that was with the harem girl was none other than Abigor. My eyes are wet with unshed tears. I don't know why I want to cry. He was never mine. He pushes her off of him. The woman, I now recognize as Athenodora. He makes his way off of the bed to get his breechcloth. I quickly run down the corridor with my candle in hand, desperate to get out of sight. I blow out the candle's light as I rush into a corner so that he doesn't see me. Just when I think I'm done for, he strides right past our room and down the hallway. He probably wishes to see Snow Lion. I take the opportunity to dart back to the room. 0o0o0o0o Another hour later, I find myself still awake and just staring blankly at a wall when Abigor comes in. I'm beyond past the point of being upset, and now I'm frankly irked by the fact that when I rejected him, he used Athenodora to be his punching bag. Not that I wanted to be his punching bag, either. "How do you feel?" I ask through gritted teeth. He just stands there at the door, staring into the fire. "Did you get your fix from some other woman?" He still says nothing. That bothers me more than him retorting something mean right back at me. His face is passive and I can't read a single emotion off of it. His fists clench and unclench at his side. I frown, looking down at my hands briefly before snapping my eyes back up to his. "Well, say something—" "Mysister'sdead." The words come out in a jumble. "What?" I cock my head to the side in confusion. I'm almost afraid that I heard something that I didn't want to hear. He takes a deep breath before repeating it slower this time. "My sister's…dead." I did. I stand up from my chair immediately. My mouth hangs slack and my arms are stretched at my sides. "Abigor, I…" He holds up his hand. "Don't," he hisses maliciously at me. "I don't want your pity. Just leave me alone." Then he strides over to his desk and sits down at it, unlocking a large silver box and dropping a pretty necklace into it. It's an orange topaz necklace, one that I recognize that Snow Lion had had on when I first spoke to her. There were three others of the same necklace in the box. Then he hands me a new necklace, gesturing for me to put it on. Not knowing what to do, I oblige and slip the topaz necklace over my head. Shaking hands grab the box and dump out all of the necklaces across the table. "When I was four, my father raided a jeweller's bazaar out on the countryside and brought back these necklaces," he whispers. "There were five necklaces. I kept one and gave the other four to my sisters, White Fawn and mother. It was perfect for them because the orange topaz looked like fire…and the women of my family were all forged of fire and strength." I look down at my necklace. It is beautiful, a golden swirl of metal keeping the beautiful translucent jewel in place. I look back at him. He's still sifting through the necklaces. He sighs. "Over the years, I've gradually gotten them returned. First Gentle Raven's…then my mother's and White Fawn's, and now Snow Lion's. I thought foolishly that a part of their souls would be kept in the topaz even after they left the tangible world, that I could keep them with me still." He buries his head in his hands. "I lose everyone that I love." I still clutch the little jewel around my neck like it is my lifeline. Tears sparkle in my eyes. "I'm so sorry," I whisper. "If you want to cry, I'll…" He whips around with fire in his eyes. "You want me to cry. You asked me that same question earlier, even when my sister was alive. Do you want me to feel more pain than I already have?" I jump a little at his tone of voice. I breathe a sigh. "Sometimes it's best to let it all go." His face is twisted in agony. "What would you know about losing someone?" he murmurs accusingly. I gasp in shock at his words. "My whole family's dead thanks to your men," I hiss at him. "I know everything there is to know about losing people that are close to you!" And then my own tears come, pouring down my cheeks when I least expect it. I do not move to cover them in shame or look away. Instead, my brown eyes lock with his steely black ones. He embraces me in his arms, burying his nose in my neck. He inhales my scent deep through his nostrils and tries to gather his thoughts, but he does not cry. For some odd reason, Abigor still is adamant about keeping his emotion concealed beneath his thick skin. He shakes with his sadness. I reach down to wrap him in my arms and pull him close. "Never leave me," he mumbles. "You must promise to never leave me." My voice is shaky from crying and falters a little. "I…I promise. Know that I w-will never l-leave you." He picks me up into his arms and goes to the bed and lays me down beside him. My face is on his breast and his chin rests on my head while he tries to gather his thoughts. "Why does it feel so empty? Can you answer me that, my tigress?" he murmurs softly. "When you lose someone very close to you, it can be very hard to recover," I tell him. "Menene zai cika komai na sarari, to ku?" he asks me quietly. (What will fill my empty space, then?) I look up at him slowly and lick my lips. He looks down at me, tucking his chin a little. "Zan idan ka so shi." (I will if you wish it.) His hand curls around my neck and touches the jewel resting there. "Kada a kai wannan kashe...ba har sai mutuwa ta sassa da mu." (Never take this off…not until death parts us.) I nod my head slowly. "Okay. I…how do you say promise in your language?" "Alkawari." "Okay. Na yi alkawari." (I promise.) He buries his face in my neck. "I am so sorry about earlier. It was a rash decision. The whore meant nothing to me, I just needed…something. I'm glad you refused me." I find myself smiling instantly. Why was I ever mad at him for that again? I've never been so forgiving before, and the idea of it is so foreign that it shakes me. "Think nothing of it. You were hurting, that's all." He kisses my cheek before he gives a sigh. "You must promise me just one more thing," he whispers to me, brushing a wisp of my curly brown hair out of my eyes. I nod my head in return. "Anything you wish." "This emptiness…" he murmurs, his voice contemplating. "I never want to feel it again." I breathe against his chest, wiping my eyes with the corner of his finger. "Then you never shall." 0o0o0o0o I sit still the next morning as he lathers blue and white paintings onto my skin. Blue is the colour for peace and the white is the colour for mourning and wishing the deceased off to the afterlife. I stand, wearing my white silks and sapphire jewels. The topaz still remains around my neck. I have made a promise to never take it off, and I plan to keep my promise intact. He leads me out the door, beckoning me to follow him. Today is the day of the funeral. Abigor has not said one word to me all morning, and I don't pressure him. I know how hard this must be. We walk down the hallway and to the outside of the castle. Snow Lion is positively beautiful, dressed in white robes adorned with blue ribbons and jewels. She wears her crown on her head, like the true princess she was. I can see the pain in Abigor's eyes as they roam over his deceased sister's body, lying peacefully in the open coffin filled to the brim with white and blue flower petals. Iron Coyote stands near him, his face as hard as a rock but sadness in his eyes. They lift the coffin onto the long boat and settle it into the water. Snow Lion's maids and servants cry for the loss. Everyone in the castle knew that she was a gentle and kind woman to all. Three Horses, now widowed, cries for his dead wife. The child that they had is nowhere to be found. A servant walks to up to Abigor and hands him the torch, lit with fire. His face contorts with sadness and pain. He looks down at me for something. I don't know what to do. If I were in his place, I would be feeling the exact same way. Instead of looking away, I wipe the tears from my eyes and nod slowly. He steps forward with the torch and slowly makes his way over to his sister's still body. Three Horses follows him. He leans down and kisses her head, and Three Horses does the same. Then Abigor touches the torch to the edge of the boat, watching as it lights up with the bright orange flame. He grits his teeth together harshly before dipping the torch into the water and nudging the burning boat out into the water with the tip of his toe. He returns to my side almost immediately. I lean against his arm and he lets me into his embrace. The boat burns out on the water, lifting Snow Lion's spirit all the way up to the afterlife. I am used to going to burials back home, but this funeral is so much more symbolic. Instead of hiding one's body away beneath the earth for an eternity, these people believe that by burning the deceased, their ashes will rise up into the sky to be once again whole in their afterlife. He is shaking violently now. Suddenly, Abigor turns on his heel and strides into the castle. I chase him inside, calling out his name relentlessly but he still does not stop to wait for me. People begin to file inside once the boat begins to sink and Snow Lion's body turns to ashes. Petals and ashes scattered in the wind. I go in after him, wanting to comfort him and hold him in my arms. He paces the length of his bedroom, clutching his head in his hands. "What do I do?" he murmurs. "She's gone. She's really gone now, 'Eliza." I gulp. "I want you to understand that she'll always be with you in your heart," I tell him, laying a palm over his heated chest. "She's never left you. Neither did Gentle Raven, your mother, or White Fawn." Seeing Abigor's hardened features make me realize that he still hasn't cried over the loss of his last female family member. He looks at me. "I haven't cried in such a long time. You're right," he mumbles. "You must think me insensitive." He gives a humourless laugh. "I am." Just witnessing the pain laced through his voice, and the evident agony in his steel brown eyes, my eyes begin to become wet once more with tears. I sniff rather loudly when a tear comes rumbling down my cheek. "You're not insensitive," I whisper to him. "You've no time to cry. People are always counting you to be the strong one. But you don't have to be anymore. Not in here, Abigor. In here you cry all you want, and I'll hold you until my arms fall off. Abigor looks at me with bewilderment before shutting his eyes and collapsing to his knees. His arms reach out and pull me in, mashing his face into my stomach and hugging me close. And then it happens. The tears come rolling down his face and he inhales the much-needed breath of air. My arms instantly fly around him and gather him closer to my body. "Oh Gods," he cries. His hands clutch at my white silks and tear them from my body. I do not cry or stop him from doing so. I stay in my place, holding him and letting him strip me naked. I know he will not try to take me. Once his breechcloth comes off, I realize the symbolism of being naked against him. He wants to be as close to me as possible, and me allowing him to do so has calmed him greatly. I sit on his lap and his head just lies limply on my chest as he cries. I cradle him in my arms. He has been so neglected. His mother died when he was young, and the last mother figure in his life, his sister Snow Lion, has now gone off to join the other ladies of his family. He was whipped mercilessly by his father, taunted and tormented by his older brother after what happened to White Fawn, and left a gold throne to sit and grin and bear it after the life of hell he'd spent living. He has no woman to lean on but me, and I'm determined to be there. His burning hands roam my backside, tugging me even closer yet. He explores the soft skin of my breasts and thighs, just revelling in grandeur from the touch. He kisses the necklace on my neck. "You are the last one," he tells me. "If I lose you…I wouldn't know how to go on." I kiss his temple, my hand stroking his long hair comfortingly. "Then you shall never lose me." He looks up into my eyes, his brown orbs searching mine. I gulp and swallow the thick bubble of air that had been building in my throat. I nod my head. "My friend, the one I told you about before, said not to commit yourself to a man unless you really love him." He leans his head back against the chair and settles me on his lap. I can feel his cock hardening against my thigh. "And…do you love me, little one?" I take a deep breath before nodding my head quickly. "Oh yes. I love you," I tell him. A broken smile spreads across his face. "Alright then. I…I love you as well." His hands settle on the soft swell of my hips. "What else did your wise friend say?" My hands reach up to cradle his face in my hands. "She told me that…after you decided you love the man, you can decide to give yourself to him." I'm afraid. My heart is pounding. But just by looking at this man, I know that there is nothing to be afraid of. "Yes, my love, I'm giving myself to you." He shakes his head and strokes a finger down my cheek. "No. No, you don't have to do this just because I'm hurting." I press my body into his. "I'm not. You said, 'when I'm ready.' I'm ready now, Abigor. Make love to me." Question I gulp and swallow the thick bubble of air that had been building in my throat. I nod my head. "My friend, the one I told you about before, said not to commit yourself to a man unless you really love him." He leans his head back against the chair and settles me on his lap. I can feel his cock hardening against my thigh. "And…do you love me, little one?" I take a deep breath before nodding my head quickly. "Oh yes. I love you," I tell him. A broken smile spreads across his face. "Alright then. I…I love you as well." His hands settle on the soft swell of my hips. "What else did your wise friend say?" My hands reach up to cradle his face in my hands. "She told me that…after you decided you love the man, you can decide to give yourself to him." I'm afraid. My heart is pounding. But just by looking at this man, I know that there is nothing to be afraid of. "Yes, my love, I'm giving myself to you." He shakes his head and strokes a finger down my cheek. "No. No, you don't have to do this just because I'm hurting." I press my body into his. "I'm not. You said, 'when I'm ready.' I'm ready now, Abigor. Make love to me." "Eliza. Eliza!" Suddenly I gasp, my eyes flying open and I'm jolting in his lap. He looks confused by my actions, but I too am confused. Did I really just say that to him? I can't tell. Oh, I must have been dreaming. I must have been. He called my name. Perhaps I zoned out. I think I did. But the thing is, it all felt so real. It didn't seem like I was dreaming, but I apparently was…because I don't remember telling him I ever loved him or wanted to make love to him, or seeing the look on his face when I told him to 'go on ahead.' What did my tiny daydream truly mean? It must have meant something. In my daydream, I was so positive about what I wanted—him. I don't think that I could have ever been that brazen. "What's the matter? I called your name several times and you still didn't hear me." He says to me. I shake my head. It's nothing. I'm honestly confused. Do I love him? Does he love me too? Or is it just another product of my imagination? Do I want him like he wants me? I lean back in his lap. In my dizzy mindset only a few moments before, I brushed something off that was not meant to be brushed so easily off. "When you left in a hurry last night…you went and saw another woman." Almost immediately I see the guilt shining in his eyes. "I was drunk. I told you I was sorry." I sigh and climb off of his lap. He looks distraught by the action and reaches to pull me back. I lunge out of the way and start to put my silks back on. I don't mean to hurt him. I only want to cover myself. I shrug my shoulders, slipping the breast cloth and genital cloth on before wrapping the silks around my body. "I didn't really address it before because I didn't want to fight again. But it still does hurt…seeing you with her." His face pales. "You…you saw me with her?" At first, I do not know if I want to start this conversation, but I find myself nodding before I can stop myself. "I went to look for you after being locked in the room for several hours…and I just saw something I wasn't supposed to see." His shoulders droop and he sighs, his tone laden with guilt and culpability. "I don't desire her like I desire you. With Athenodora, it's just a desire of the flesh." I find myself frowning at him. "You desire my flesh too. You've told me that one on countless occasions." He glances up at me, noticing the bit of humour laced in my tone. "But with you," he begins, reaching forwards from his chair and grasping my hands tightly in his. "It's both. I desire your flesh as much as I desire your respect and your love. I truly had no right." I squeeze his hand into mine before dropping it back to his side as I pin my white silks into place with a blue pin. I sigh softly. "You get to have your way with any woman you like while I'm stuck in here, not allowed to speak to any man without your permission." Now he's frowning. "I have a reason for that. Do you want to end up getting raped, Elizabella? I've saved you from that fate twice. My men cannot be trusted." What he says is true, I cannot deny that fact. I am truly grateful for his protection, and I was also truly grateful for his protection at those times of my need. I exhale and nod my head. "But what of Black Bear? You wrongfully attacked him and now he's deathly afraid of me because of you. I don't like being feared." I blush a little, smiling at his bewildered expression. I don't think he finds it so funny. He grits his teeth, his jaw crunching together. "I am always feared." He leans forward in his great, bearskin chair, and naked as the day he was born. "I am the ruthless king of the barbarian tribes of the western wilds. No man does not go to bed without having at least one nightmare about me." I look up at him with interest. "It is your own fault. If you did not steal from the innocent kingdoms, perhaps they would not hate and fear you. Mayhap…they would learn to love you if you provided them with a protection of some sort. I suppose you could make an ally." He stands with a humourless laugh and ties his breechcloth around his waist. "Allies? I have no tolerance for other leaders who call my people barbarians and spit on our names. I can understand how you feel about this matter, but I have known nothing else. I was born of blood and theft." I move closer towards him. "Then let them know you are a good man. Let them know that you are a great king. I've seen it first hand. You've made me…change my mind about you." He smiles at my last comment, but then his attitude changes and he humorlessly snorts. "I've got a thousand year reputation. Makes no difference whether I change now. I am still a beast in their eyes, and I shall at least uphold it." "Abigor—" He holds his hand up and shakes his head. "Don't." Then he tosses some dirty clothes into a basket and tosses it to me. "I have to go to a meeting. Do the laundry out by the river, and then put it back here when you are done. I should be finished with the meeting in a little over an hour." I give him a look. "Am I your maid now? You found use in me while I was comforting you, but now you treat me like a slave, telling me to off and do your dirty laundry." "You are not a maid," he insists, huffing like a child that's explained something over and over again. "But I've treated you like a princess for a very long time. It's time you do work. Even the harem girls work. Every woman in my kingdom works. And don't spit that 'my kingdom does not do that' back at me because I'm tired of you comparing measly Bellechester to my land." I huff at him and pick up the basket. "I've no problem with doing the laundry," I tell him. "And I've no problem with upholding my womanly duties. I demand to not be ordered around." He looks at me in shock at first but then breaks into a slow smile. "You are just like my mother; fiery, fierce, strong. I will be back soon." Before I can shoot something back at him, he captures my lips. And all negative thoughts and feelings melt away in the passion. He breaks away from our kiss, and I follow him out the door without a sound, the basket of clothes tucked firmly under my arm. We part in the hallway. He goes off towards the War Tactics and Strategies room and I go off towards the back of the castle, where the maids and servants walk out to take care of the gardens, the animals, and the clothes. The river is where all women, title and all, go to wash their clothes or get a drink. The sun beats down on me, showering me with heat as my bare feet pad through the dry grass and dirt until I reach the river, to the shaded part of the forest. The other ladies are there doing laundry as well. I kneel by Michelle, who is also washing clothes for Drinks of Waterfall. "Hello!" She greets me with a pleasant smile and a warm hug. "I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" "Well," I reply. "But Abigor's been distraught over the loss of his sister. I can't blame him. She was a good, and kind woman." Michelle nods and pulls a dark green tunic out of the river, lays it into a flat stone and scrubs a bar of soap onto it. She looks up at me and smiles. "Your necklace is very pretty. Did Abigor give it to you?" My hand goes around the topaz sitting on my neck. I nod my head. I take out a pair of deerskin pants and dip them in the river. "Mind if I use your soap?" Michelle shakes her head. "No, not at all." I scrub the pants with the soap, lathering it in bubbles. Michelle dips another shirt into the water next to me. "You know, I've heard much about that necklace." I look over at her with interest. "And what did you hear?" "That it is the trophy necklace," Michelle replies. "Any woman who is lucky enough to get the topaz necklace is said to be very important to our king." I breathe in and out very slowly. "Is that so?" She nods her head. "Very so." She wipes the sweat off of her forehead and sighs. "I've been out here for an hour. Tristan has a lot of clothes." I smile weakly. "Does he?" Michelle nods her head. "I suppose it's better to have me clean his clothes than to have him be dirty." She clutches at her stomach briefly before leaning back down to pull another shirt out of the water. I cast a side-glance towards her. "Are you all right?" I ask her. She looks pale in the sunlight, and incredibly weak. She nods her head. "Oh yes. I'm very much okay." I nod my head, not asking any more questions. Soon I find myself through half the basket of clothes with sweat on my back and fatigue rising. I reach up to wipe my forehead. Beside me, Michelle groans and clutches at her stomach. I frown at her. "You're not telling me something. Are you going to faint? You look pale." She shakes her head. She squeezes a bundle of clothes and wrings the water out of them. "Elizabella, you must promise me that you will not tell a soul about what I am about to tell you." This startles me. I sit back on my haunches and throw the clean clothes into the basket behind me. "Alright. I promise." She sighs and grabs my hand. "I…I am with child." I gasp rather loudly, causing Michelle to clamp a hand over my mouth. "Shh, my lady! You are much too loud." I move her hand from my mouth. "And does he know?" Michelle nods her head slowly. "Of course he knows. He sees every inch of my body, takes notice of every little thing…including when I missed my second month of virtue blood." I'm anxious to know. "And…what did he say?" She looks to the ground. "He was…he was nonchalant. It was like he almost didn't care. Oh Elizabella, I was terrified of what he'd say. If he'd stop loving me, or just throw me back into the harem. But he didn't, and that was what surprised me the most!" I've heard terrible stories of women being thrown back to the harem when a man unintentionally made a woman pregnant. She would have to fend for herself with no support from the child's father, and the child would grow up without a father figure in his life. No, that isn't what I want to happen to Michelle or me. I look down at her stomach. It protrudes a little, but not too much. "How far along are you?" I ask her. "You don't look very big." "Evalyn said that I was about three months into the pregnancy," Michelle explains. "She said that I probably got pregnant around the time that we first got here." I nod my head. It's probably guaranteed that I would be pregnant too if I'd allowed Abigor to take me when he wanted to. I lick my dry lips. "I wish you the best pregnancy. I'll pray to the Gods that Drinks Of Waterfall keeps you by his side…though I already know that he will." She blushes and nods her head. She picks up her wicker basket and holds it in her arms. "Well, I ought to take this laundry inside. It was nice talking to you again, Elizabella. I wish you the best of luck with Dances With Wolves." I nod my head and smile back at her. I finish washing Abigor's close, and then I begin to haul the heavy basket up the great grass hill to hang them on the clothesline. I set down the basket and hang the clothes on the twine rope that hangs across a few trees. I reach up to hand a white shirt onto the line when a heavy body collides into mine, knocking me to the ground. I hear a gasp, and then I look up. It's Black Bear. "Na tuba," he gruffly manages out, offering a shaking hand (I'm sorry). I take it and stand up from where I was on the ground. I wipe the dirt off of my dress and look up at him.  "Daidai de mana, da kuwa hadari," I say with a small smile. I look him up and down. "Ka yi kama kana cikin sauri." (It's all right, it was just an accident. You look like you're in a hurry.) He nods his head. "Raye-Raye Da Wolves ba ya so in yi magana da kai. A gaskiya ma, sai ya ce zai kasha mu idan mun yi magana da kai," he says matter-of-factly. Then he folds his arms over his chest. "Kuma… kamar kana so in aka kasha su." (Dances With Wolves doesn't want me to speak to you. In fact, he says he will kill us if we speak to you. And…it seems like you want me to get killed.) I frown at him, my fists clenching at my side. "Ina ne kawai da abokantaka! Ka sani, kai ne mutum na fari na sadu a nan abin da ya ba kokarin fyade da ni." (I'm only being friendly! You know, you're the first man I've met here that hasn't tried to rape me.) This changes him slightly. "Me ya sa kake so ka zama abokai da ni? Mace ke ba ya so ya zama aboki na da sai dai idan tana son wani abu daga gare ni." (Why do you want to be friends with me? A woman's never wanted to be my friend before unless she wanted something from me.) I frown, placing my hands on my hips. "Ina so kawai ka dogara," I explain. "Na yi maka alkawari ba za ta mutu idan kana da irin kawai a gare ni…da kai ne." (I only want your trust. I promise you won't die if you're only being kind to me…which you are.) His brows furrow together. "Mu ne abokai?" (We are friends?) I nod my head. "Na'am. Mu ne abokai." (Yes. We are friends.) A distant shouting causes him to jump in his place. He gives me a look of kindness before he leaves. I finish hanging the clothes on the clothesline. 0o0o0o0o I sit with my wine in my hand, sipping it graciously from time to time. It's midday and Abigor's sleeping naked in his bed. He's locked the door, so I have no possible way of getting out to do something actually productive. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. His hair is fanned out on the pillows around him. His muscles bunch and jump when he jerks in his sleep slightly. Things are running about my mind since I've nothing to do but sit there, drink, and think about some things. They are questions that I find unanswered. I want to ask why he showed me such kindness on the first night we met while the other men treated me like scum, dirt on the bottoms of the soles of their feet. I want to ask why he told me to go sit on his brother's lap only to be fondled and choked in front of the whole entire dining table, why he said nothing until I confronted him. I want to ask him why he showed concern for me until my nails found my skin, and why his face fell like rain from heavy clouds when I began to cry over it. I want to ask why he would cut out his own soldier's heart for the lowly whore that was supposed to be pleasing him but wasn't…why he found it easier to hold his fist to his own brother's face instead of letting Iron Coyote rape me. I want to ask Michelle when she fell in love with Drinks of Waterfall and if she knew, or really could have known her own heart before he gave her his. Instead, I lean back in the chair and let the wind blow in from the window, hoping that it would whisper to me the answers he never says. I sip more of my wine, my dizzy spell intensifying. I want to ask all the characters in the books I've read if the hero ever got bored of his lover once evil vanquished and rode off into the sunset alone, without looking back. I want to ask him why he has any right to scale the perimeters of the steps I took while locked up in my tower when it was he, himself who put me there. I want to ask him why he has any right to make me feel this way when he was the one that trapped me with his kind smile and gentle touch. I want to ask him if the wine has the power to reveal the hearts of boys and men and if it could tell me as much as the scars on his back or the look in his eyes when he speaks so gloriously of the ones he's lost. I want to ask him why he made the claim speech with my rapist's heart in his hand only to turn around and fuck another woman…why he even cares about a mousy young commoner girl that's supposed to be a whore, out there for everybody to sample like a sweet dessert served up on a golden plate. I want to ask him why he gave me the topaz necklace (the great trophy) when he could have given it to any other woman in the world (or the many eligible beauties lusting after him) instead of me. But instead, I sit back and continue to call him a barbarian, a bandit, and thief. And when he asks me what he's stolen, it's never the truth. I always have some feeble list that goes on and on about his wrong-doings, the jewels, the furniture, the paintings, and the lives he's stolen…but I've forgotten the most important thing. What truly makes him a thief is that he's stolen something of mine. Something so guarded and kept away that one would have to be a true mastermind to steal it. My heart. And with that, I decided that I love Abigor, ruthless king of the barbarians, great thief of kingdoms far and wide, and slayer of men. I touch the topaz sitting around my neck. It is the great trophy, the one that I have long awaited. He stirs in his bed. "Love…Eliza," he mumbles in his sleep. I gasp, my hand flying over my fluttering heart. There's my answer. He does love me. And in my daydream earlier in the morning, I remember what my married friend Mrs Smythe told me about love. She said not to commit myself to a man unless I truly loved him. Do I love Dances With Wolves, the great king? Yes. I do. And I after I decided I loved that man? She said that I would be able to fully give myself to him, body and soul. I stand from my seat and take off my clothes until I am as naked as the day I was born. Abigor's tossing and turning in his sleep. He tosses and turns so much that he sits completely upright in the bed, having had woken himself up. His eyes catch the sight of my body as the terrified brown colour melts into a molten black, one that's filled to the brim with lust. "What are you doing?" he breathes softly, hands roaming over linen sheets to unsheathe himself from beneath the covers of his bed. What am I doing? "I've made a decision," I tell him. "It's about you and me." His teeth grit together and he clutches the blankets tighter. "Do not tempt me, vixen," he warns. "You don't want to take that step, but yet you stand there before me in all your womanly glory looking so utterly… within reach." I nod my head, my curls tumbling and bouncing about my shoulders. "That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. I think I do want to take that step. You said that you wouldn't touch me unless I was truly ready. I'm ready now." He gets out of bed, revealing to me the obvious erection beneath his breechcloth. "Are you?" he asks softly, temptingly. I nod my head and place one hand on his chiselled stomach, right above the head of his erection. With a quick and startled intake of breath, he looks down at me with his lustful eyes. He leans down close to my ear, his lips grazing my cheek. "Because once I start, I cannot will myself to stop." I tilt my head back, allowing him to kiss along the arch of my neck. "You will make love to me," I state, my voice husky with wanting. My southern regions flare dangerously and I desperately feel the need to press myself up against his hard body. "You will not fuck another woman, and you will not see another whore. I shall not…tolerate it." I moan when his warm hand finds my breasts and squeezes them softly. "Good girl," his deep bass rumbles in my ear. "Claim me as your own as I have claimed you. Give me your body as I will give you mine." I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. His lips take mine, his tongue plunging into mine, delving into crevices unknown before. My hands roam down his back and dig into his muscled buttocks, slamming his pelvic region into mine. I'm a virgin, but I know what I want, and where I want it. The pleasure-pain swirling in my veins is getting almost unbearable. I want to be filled, impaled, and have the sense of being whole again. We make our way over to the bed and he throws me onto the covers with a fierce passion he's never displayed before. It's nothing compared to how rough he was with Athenodora, but the animalistic look in his eye scares me a little. "I'm here, my tigress." Abigor's deep, smooth bass flows through my ears like sweet honey. He slips a hand between our bodies and touches me where my want is most prominent. I throw my head back and cry out. "Oh please!" He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks the nectar off of them. His lips glistened with my wetness. He's tasted me again. "You are so wet," he murmurs, diving back down to kiss my neck. He lifts his knee between my legs to momentarily satisfy the ache. "So ready for me." My wetness paints his knee as I writhe against him. Soft skin against hard muscles. Heavy breathing, partially lidded eyes, lips all over. "Oh, Abigor." His erection stands so tall that it almost hits his stomach. It is impressive when soft, but when excited it is even more impressive if that is even possible. He jerks himself a few times, never breaking eye contact with me. "Think of the pleasure I shall bring you," he whispers to me. "Think of me inside of you, dragging fire throughout your veins, making you call out my name so sweetly. Are you?" His knee moves again, touching against a very heated spot. I cry out again, my back arching, thrusting my breasts into the air. He grabs them, his lips kissing the nipples before leaning back again. "Yes!" I cry out. "I am; I am thinking of it." His hands grab my waist more firmly and he pulls me against him tightly, letting his cock touch my mound for the very first time. It sends electric shocks through both of our bodies. "And are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice laden with lust and need and desire. "My mother always said it would hurt," I whisper. Abigor looks at my face and slowly nods his head. "It will hurt for a few seconds, but I promise you, my love, I will make you feel so good." I smile and reach up to grab his face in my hands. "And you will make love to me?" He nods so surely. "I will make love to you until the sun shines no longer and the stars and moon are riding high into the sky." I find his hand slithering its way over to grab mine. He holds my hand as he positions his cock at my virgin entrance, his body shaking with anticipation. He looks into my eyes, reaching down and grabbing the back of my neck with his free hand. I'm afraid, but I know that I want this as much as he does. I glance down as the tip of his cock pushes through the tight hole. He fights to keep his control. My eyes are wild. "No," he scolds me, tilting my head up to his. "Look at me. Only me." I look at him, only him, and take a deep breath. "Good," he whispers. "Never take your eyes from mine. Know that love comes in from the eyes. Know that I already love you, Tiger Claw." I nod my head. "And I you, Dances With Wolves." And that is all the encouragement he needs. Prey I feel the tearing inside of me as he pushes through my virginal barrier and sheathes himself in me until the tip of his cock hits my cervix. I cry out in shock and try to bury my face in his shoulder. He keeps his hand under my chin, his eyes never off of my mine. "Look at me, Elizabella. Look at me until the pain washes away." I look into his eyes. It's done. I'm no longer a virgin because…because I gave my virginity to the one I love. Abigor. I shift uncomfortably beneath him for a few seconds, getting adjusted to the pain of having him sheathed so largely in somewhere so small and tight. I can tell his restraint is faulty and his resolve is quickly shattering the more I shift around in his arms. As the pain fades away, I experimentally thrust my hips up a little. He gasps and his eyes, the ones he'd promised not to close, slam shut. "Ohhh Gods." I'd really never heard him moan like that before and, needless to say, it excites me. I give him the 'go ahead' look and he begins slowly thrusting in and out of my body, his elbows on either side of my head. He is so tall that when he pushes all the way into me, my face almost meets the top of his torso. I wrap my arms around his body and welcome him in. Soon my silenced whimpers of pain turn into vocal moans of pleasure as his cock rubs up against some unknown place so tenderly and so sweetly. My nails digging into the tough, scarred skin on his back urges him faster. His hips rise faster and his manhood slams into my body with stamina. He's breathing heavy as his hands grip my slender waist. I'm moaning with each stroke of pleasure he brings me. The pain is completely gone, nowhere to be found. The sensation of being so full with his cock inside of me is foreign but breathtaking. I lay there beneath him, my hand in his hand and his eyes locked on mine. Like a falcon, he swoops down to capture my lips in a kiss raging with passion and want. He draws my hands up above my head and pins them there with his forearm, rhythmically thrusting into me while keeping his lips locked on mine. With his free hand, he massages my breast, flicking a thumb over my nipple to watch it pebble up in the warm bedroom. I bury my face in his neck, brushing away his long and glorious silky black hair to kiss his pulse point. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts and the upward position makes his manhood hit a certain place that makes me cry out and shudder in his arms. I clench around his cock, making him roar in pleasure and throw his head back, slamming into me harder. It feels so good. He promised he would make it feel good, and it most certainly does. He's mumbling sweet things in my ear, dirty things. "Such a good girl," he mumbles softly, his teeth catching my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth. The quick strokes drag fire through my veins and make my body surge with some unknown force of pleasure. "Oh harder," I moan. He's taking it gently because of me being his budurwa, and his wanting to take it slow to savour the moment, but it's driving me insane. "Please!" He cannot deny me my request. He is like an animal with the way he forces himself into me so passionately. I try to prop myself up on my elbows to give myself some ground, but with each thrust into me, he brings the air into my lungs then knocks it right back out. I throw my head back against the pillows and grasp the sheets so tightly until my knuckles turn white. His breathing is getting heavier. "I love you," I whisper to him. "Gods, how I love you." Abigor's tongue plunges into my mouth, his hands resting on my face. "Ina son ki sosai," he murmurs. "Kar ka taba mantawa." (I love you so much. Never forget that.) As he plunges into me, I feel my climax building. It feels like all the times he's pleasured me, whether it be with his fingers or his lips. But this time the sensation is so much more powerful and strong. When I come, the sensation of being so full makes me want to see white. I cry out in sheer pleasure. It doesn't take him long to follow. But as I'm coming down from my pleasure-high, the thing that surprises me the most is him. Sweat drips from his forehead and his muscles fidget. He looks so manly and strong and beautiful, but he's never pulled out of my body. There's a huge possibility that I could get pregnant. When he finally does pull out, my virginity blood and white ribbons of cum paint my thighs. "Oh 'Eliza," he moans, shifting onto his back next to me and cupping my face in his hands, bringing my lips to his again. We kiss passionately before he pulls away, breathing heavily. "You were amazing. Better than any woman I've ever had before." I know it's probably a lie since he's had many whores before, but I'm not worried about that now. I nestle my head against his shoulder and press my naked body up against his. His skin is hot and comforting. He places a hand possessively on my bottom, squeezing softly. My finger lazily traces the patterns of his stomach. "How's your niece?" I ask him. He shrugs his massive shoulders. "Fine, I suppose. Cries all the time though." I chuckle softly at his naivety. "She's a child, of course, she will cry." He gives me a distasteful look that makes me laugh. "Be kind to her, she will rule the kingdom one day." He shakes his head. "Not unless I have children…or if my brother has children." I nod my head, my fingers wrapped in the sheets. "Has one of your whores ever gotten pregnant…from one of your little rendezvous?" He looks deep in thought for a moment. "No. No one has." I look and feel a little sceptical. "If you don't pull out when your release comes, someone was bound to get pregnant. What if you have a child and you don't know?" "I don't," he quickly retorts. "I have always believed that you cannot conceive a child from fucking a woman." I give him a look. "That's how all children are—" "No," he cuts me off sharply. "Children are conceived from making love…only making love. That's what my mother told me…that I was conceived in love and love only." It's a nice thing to think. I shake my head and sigh. "Not all children are conceived of love. Some from rape, some from careless mistakes, and accidents." He gives me a stern look. "Maybe that's true," he begins, shrugging his big shoulders. "But my children will be conceived of love." Then he gives me this look that renders me speechless for a few seconds. His brown eyes burn into my skin. He gulps, his fingers skirting across the skin of my bare stomach. I try my best to ignore the action and cock my head to the side. "And do you?" He looks down at me. "Do I what?" "Want children," I begin. "Do you want them?" It's a question I've been wondering for a while. He breathes out. "Of course I do. Someday I want to marry and have children…hopefully many of them." He laughs. "I can kind of see it. Little tan, naked boys running wild around the village, sweet girls clinging to my leg…it's always been there, just waiting to become a reality." I don't press him on the arising question of whom he'll marry and have children with. I know that there's a chance it might not be me and I don't want to spoil our tender moment. "I think that when the time comes when you do have children…you'll be a great father." He thanks me with a hot, wet kiss pressed to my temple. "Is that so? Well, I think you'll become a great mother and wife one day." The only thing is, I don't want to marry someone if it's not him. I know of my silly fantasies, the ones I had with Cordell and living out in the countryside and birthing his children…now that fantasy seems like a distant memory even though it was only four months ago. I can't even comprehend myself with Cordell anymore. His freckled face and shiny auburn hair are now fading away into the back of mind as if he had never existed. Abigor has been in my life, for what it seems like forever. I sigh, preparing to ask the question. "And how have you been holding up?" At first, he doesn't answer, but then takes a long sigh and shrugs his shoulders. "I still miss her. I always will…but having you here takes a lot of that pain away. Makes it somewhat bearable, if at all." I smile to myself. "I'm glad that I can be the one to take your pain away, then." He smiles rather shyly at me, stroking a fingertip down my cheek. 0o0o0o0o0o We're having another shagali tonight in mourning/celebration of Snow Lion's departure from earth's soil to the mighty heavens. We are still dressed in our blue and white colours from before. Outside behind the castle, held near the villages is where we throw our festival. Bright lights and torches light the surroundings in the dark. Blue and white petals are thrown everywhere on the ground. Men and woman come from everywhere to make it in time for our festival. There is food beyond compare and belief that every villager has taken the time to graciously prepare and donate, and decorations of maidens in white and other wooden sculptures are everywhere. As for the music, there are drums and funny, little stringed instruments and flutes that the musicians are playing in the corner. The shagali music combined with nature's music makes it ever so pleasing to the ear. Abigor had his men craft a beautiful wooden throne for me, one almost as equal to his in beauty. It's a change since last time we had a shagali. I had to sit on a fancy pillow chained to Abigor's own throne. I wear my topaz necklace around my neck under the white silk, upholding to the promise made earlier in the day. He wears his breechcloth and nothing else, whereas he would usually wear his deerskin pants with them. Blue and white streaks of paint decorate his long and muscled torso. I was given the privilege of re-painting them on after the marks from earlier got smudged from earlier 'activities.' Michelle is dressed in her beautiful light blue dress laced with white ribbons. Drinks of Waterfall has given her a beautiful light blue topaz stone to go with the dress. Her belly protrudes slightly, but he doesn't seem at all ashamed of her. Instead, he holds her close to his body, his big hands resting on her stomach at random intervals. He kisses her neck and she smiles. They are in love, and they are going to have a baby. He will ask her to marry him and she will have his noble little son. She has everything I have ever wanted before in my life. I look to my right, to Abigor, who sits in his throne, glancing over the dancing crowd of people. He looks bored, and more importantly, upset. I reach over to grasp his hand in mine. He jumps at first, but once he realizes what I'm doing, he squeezes my hand harder and gives me a sweet smile. "Wine?" I ask him. He nods his head softly. I push myself out of my seat, the junction of my thighs aching from the activity it had experienced earlier. A young lady from the crowds, a girl of about four or five grabs my hand and hugs my hand to her chest. "Sarauniya! Sarauniya," she exclaims, nuzzling her cheek against my forearm. I look back to Abigor. I've never heard that word in all my time of being here. "Queen," he replies. "It means queen." The little girl points to Abigor. "Sarki!" I look to Abigor. "King," he tells me. "Sarauniya is queen. Sarki is king." My jaw drops. This little girl thinks that I am Abigor's queen. "Ba," I shake my head, trying to explain to this sweet child. "Ni ba Sarauniyar." (No, I am not the queen.) The little girl points to Abigor again. He smiles in amusement. "Ya—ya son ka. Sarauniya! Kai ne." (He—he love you. Queen! You are.) Suddenly a woman rushes out from the crowds and grabs the little girl's arm. The woman, who seems to be the child's mother, scolds the little girl before shoving her behind her and standing up to face, her face bright red. "My…my lady. I so sorry for 'dat. My child not gonna bother you no more." The young woman says. When I hear her bad grammar, I realize how good Abigor's common tongue has gotten, and I'm thankful for that. It can be difficult to understand her with her thick accent, but I credit her for trying. "Please, don't fuss over it. You truly have a sweet child." I smile at her and tap her nose with my finger. The child bursts into a fit of laughter. The woman looks so relieved. Her hands shake as she brushes the wrinkles of her shirt down. "C-can I get you anyt'in to eat or drink?" This woman seems honored to talk to me. I'm so confused. Only a month ago, I was still a whore, shamed and ridiculed by everyone. Now that I've committed myself to Abigor, I've had a child come up to me and call me his queen and a woman ask me if there's anything she could get me, like she was obliged to ask me such a thing.. I lick my dry lips and nod my head. "Dances With Wolves and I would like some wine, if you could manage." The woman's face lights up instantly. "Oh yes! I get you wine. Sit, sit, I bring to you." I sit down in my chair, completely blown away. Abigor's lounging comfortably in his chair, not seeming like anything's out of the ordinary. I nudge him and ask him if he saw what just happened. He simply replies, "Of course I did. They're not stupid, Eliza. They notice when their king has a lady. There's always a chance the lady could be a queen. So they get on her good side before it happens so they'll be favored later." Me? A queen? I'd never considered such a thing before in my entire life. I look at him with this sudden urge. I'm in front of everyone, so when I do this, everyone will see it. I stand up and make my way over to his throne. I bend down, ignoring his questioning glance, and pull his neck forwards, crashing his lips onto mine. He pulls away at first, hearing the music and festivity stop. They are on edge after what I've done. The king has never been kissed in public before and such things were reserved for the bedroom. I know I've made a risky choice. But as I stand there, with Abigor looking in surprise at me, my heart begins to beat faster. What if he doesn't kiss me back? What if he tells me to go back to my seat? He doesn't. Instead, he grabs my face in his strong, calloused hands, pulling me into his lap and tilting my head over the edge of the armrest of his throne. And he kisses my lips softly. The mob of people cheer and clap loudly. It is a first for him, since he has never publicly kissed a woman. Of course his men and his brother have done so, but he is the king and it is in their culture to have the king's sexual life out of the eye of the public. The young woman and her child return with the wine. As I sit back in my seat, the young woman gives her glass to me, and then nods her head towards Abigor's direction. He does not smile, only nods at her. Her face turns bright red again and she continually nods at us both again. Then she nudges the child with the second cup of wine over towards Abigor. She smiles and wobbles over to where Abigor sits at his throne. She raises the glass in her shaky hands, wine licking the sides of the cup. "Giya ga sarki." (Wine for king.) At first he only stares at her in interest. The child's smile falls slightly, as she must be feeling intimidated by her king's steely gaze. I nudge his arm. He looks over at me in interest. I nod my head, as if telling him to take the wine and be kind to her. I know he's not very good with children, only because he doesn't quite know how to act with them. He was always the youngest child in his family so he never had experience. He wants his own children, but needs to learn a little first. He plasters on a smile when I signal him to and takes the cup. "Na gode sosai," he says to her (Thank you very much). The little girl's smile instantly comes back and she runs to her mother in excitement that the king had just spoken to her and smiled at her. Suddenly someone starts to chant in the Hausa language. I realize that it's Three Horses. The drums and flutes play in tune to his chanting. The people around the giant fire in the middle of the shagali move away so Three Horses, with his headdress of jewels, sticks and feathers, can dance around the fire. One by one, the soldiers of Abigor's army join. First Iron Coyote, then Grey Hawk, then Drinks of Waterfall, White Fire Sun, and Black Bear. They dance around the fire, mimicking Three Horses. I've never seen something so curious as this practice before. I've seen them dance before, but never so ritually in a dance. In this case, a funeral. Suddenly, Abigor stands up beside me when the men are all quiet and lets out a loud chant for his sister, walking down from his throne to join all the dancing. The other men let him into their circle proudly. I've never watched someone so powerful or graceful in my life. His dancing is so spot on. I seem to be in a trance when I watch him dance. I never take my eyes off of him as he lifts his hands to the heavens, a look of sadness in his eyes. I know he's talking to his sister. I know he's telling her he misses her, and telling the rest of his deceased family members he misses them too. Probably White Fawn too. They all start chanting in unison again, dancing and twirling around the fire while the drums, flutes and stringed instruments play. When the music stops, the people cheer loudly and Abigor returns to his seat. He doesn't look at me at first, only takes his wine and takes a long swig of it. "That was beautiful," I tell him. He nods his head in my direction. Women, not whores, but women, come closer to dance around the fire. The music starts up again and they begin to elegantly weave their way in and out of circles, making motions with their hands symbolically. This culture is so exotic and lovely. I sip my wine while sitting beside Abigor. As I'm watching the dancers, I don't seem to notice the oncoming fight that's raging between two of the peasant men. Didyme is being fought over by two men whose names betray me. I do not know their faces, perhaps because they are not of Abigor's warrior men. They are fighting wildly with their swords with curved blades, the clang of metal-to-metal echoing throughout the area. This is supposed to be a funeral for Snow Lion, yet there is fighting. I look over to Abigor in shock. He just sits and smiles, satisfied with what's going on. I desperately look back to the situation. The first man has tripped the second man by using his own foot to trip him and set the man backwards onto his bottom. And before I can call for Abigor to make him stop them both from fighting, the first one plunges his sword into the man's stomach, the curved blade ripping out intestines. The crowd claps and cheers as the man raises his bloody sword high into the air. He throws the severed piece of intestine into the fire and watches as the flame burns and ignites higher than it had before. Then the first man kneels down to cut off the other man's fairly long braid, staggering over to Abigor and placing the severed hair at his feet. Then he looks to me, ignoring the horrified look on his face and places the bloody sword at my feet. I don't want the sword. It is not honorable to kill a man. I look over at the dead body and then to Abigor that's nodding to the man. "Hand me the sword, Tiger Claw." At first I don't hear him because I'm so shocked by what I had just witnessed. He repeats the command, and this time I follow. I reach down and shakily pick up the blood-drenched sword, holding it by the hilt. It's so heavy that I find myself having to stand to fully support its weight. Blood runs onto my hands and drips onto my white silk dress. I hand the sword to Abigor. The peasant man gets down on his knees. Abigor does the unthinkable. Abigor knights him, makes him one of his warriors. His name is revealed to be Little Sea, or his commoner's name, Collin. I feel sick to my stomach. As Little Sea stands and has the crowds of people around him cheering for him, I stand from my chair and race into the castle. I'm in the castle, racing up the stairs when I feel a strong hand on my shoulder. He whips me around and gives me a confused look. "What are you doing?" he hisses at me. "The festival's not over. You need to come back." I pull myself out of his grasp. "Abigor, I feel sick!" I reply, racing to the bath hall where the chamber pots sat. He follows me there while I huddle over an empty chamber pot. He puts his hand on my shoulder and massages lightly. "Why?" I look back at him, my face feeling green but fire in my eyes. "Why? I just witnessed the actual gutting of a human being while he was alive at your own sister's funeral. I had to pick up that awful weapon, which might I add, covered me in blood!" I show him my bloodstained hands. He grimaces as some blood drips onto the floors. I breathe in and out slowly, trying to reign in my temper. "And then you knighted him, like killing somebody was a good thing!" "It is our culture—" "Oh stop with that!" I cry. "It is something to kill a man in war. But to kill a man for fun? I don't care if it's your culture, it's still horrid!" He looks taken aback. "They brought themselves into the fight, knowing the consequences. I make them warriors when they succeed, and if they don't, it's the afterlife for them." I grip the sides of the chamber pot, blood dripping from my fingers. I don't think I'm going to throw up anymore, but my stomach still isn't right. Abigor hands me a deerskin rag to wipe my bloody hands on. "Thank you," I whisper. Then I look up at him and lick my dry lips. "I can't go back. I've got blood on my dress, I look like I've turned permanently green and my stomach's still not right. You don't have to stay with me. I don't want to ruin your shagali because of this. You can lock me in the room, and I promise I'll stay out of trouble." He shakes his head and chuckles. "You didn't ruin the shagali. The pity party was boring me anyways. I respect you, Eliza. I'll tell my brother that he can run the festival in my place. I'm sure he'll have a hell of a time doing that…sitting in my throne and bringing his whore onto his lap." I blush at him calling Ivona his whore. He cups my face in his hands. "I can't get rid of you, can I?" I jokingly ask. He laughs heartily before taking my lips in his. "Not that easily," he replies, his lip curling up into a sexy, yet malevolent smile. He presses his lips close to my ear. "You're my prey, my tigress. Prey should never run from their predator." I push him back a little until my lips are close to his ear this time. "I'm a tiger. You're a wolf. Think about who's really the predator and who's really the prey." He looks surprised with my answer, but pleased with me as well. "Shall we go back to our room?" I take the hand he offers and hoist myself up onto my feet, following him down the dark corridor and into our bedroom. Blood "No…you have to pick up your chest a little. Puff it out like you're trying to prove a point to someone. Great!" I'm praising him with a smile on my face, clapping my hands like an excited little girl. Ever since we left the shagali, I've been teaching Abigor a little about my culture, and some of the dances. I told him of the countless balls we've had, the masquerades and the traditional styles of dancing. I told him of the masquerade balls, where people would dress up as characters from stories, wearing extravagant costumes and masks to really portray the said character. I told him that the royalty would throw balls regularly, and nobles would sometimes throw them as well. I even told him of a ball my family held. I step forward, pressing my hands onto his and then I step right back to where I was. I spin gracefully a few times, with the help of one of his abnormally large fingers. I then lift my skirts a little higher, showing my foot dancing upon the stone floors. I move my hips rather sensually--almost copying the movements I'd seen the other ladies of the harem demonstrate during the shagali. I clap to my right, then to my left, and then I stand there, almost breathless, and wait for him. He looks amused, thinking that I'd forgotten my own part. I give him a look, telling him with my 'telepathic abilities' to remember that the next part was his and not mine. "Oh." His huge hands wrap around my waist and lift me into the air. He makes me feel weightless as I stretch my arms above my head and tilt my head towards the sky. Abigor turns in a circle then places me back on my feet. "Your dances are strange," he whispers to me. We circle each other like predators stalking their prey. He remembers the very last part, the one with our hands weaving in and out of each other's like the wind weaves through trees. "I've never done something so queer before." "I could say the same about your dances," I retort softly, leaping away from him and then circling him again. He captures me and spins me once more on his arm. "But they are beautiful nonetheless." I pull away from him and step back a little. He waits for my instruction, black slash of an eyebrow quirked upwards while his devious eye burns holes through my skin. "From the beginning?" he asks me. I quietly nod my head. "We don't have music, but just…just imagine something in your head. Something very beautiful and inspiring." We start our dance again, weaving in and out of each other. I imagine the most beautiful piece of music beginning to play, blasting inside of my head. When I begin to move, his eyes follow me with frightening accuracy, full russet lips tugged up at the corner. He never looks away. Every touch, every glance, sends fire throughout my body, spreading like some sort of rare and extremely contagious disease. Something as simple as teaching him to dance the way my people did means so much more with the way he treats it. His eyes, his lips, and his touch all drive me to the cliff of insanity and want. Abigor lifts me into the air; heated hands on the sides of my waist grip me tightly, making me feel like a feather on the passing breeze once again. And he lowers me slowly down, his hot breath on my breasts and neck as he holds me so close to his heavy body. He holds me above the ground for a moment, our foreheads resting together. He smells like pine forests, mint and man. Abigor is like living, breathing sex on legs. He can make a simple dance move, a lift that is meant to be chaste and pure, into something seductive and enticing. When my toes finally feel the rough surface of the room floor, I let out the breath that I'd been selfishly holding in. He looks me straight in the eye with such a passion and lust that I blush a deep crimson and look away—it's just an instinct. He breathes out, the muscles in his chest rippling from the action. "Tell me something." His voice rumbles deeply in his chest, sending vibrations through my body. I lick my lips and nod my head. "Do you regret making love to me?" It's a question so surprising that it renders me speechless for a few seconds. My mouth is open, but Abigor is waiting for an answer. Finally, my words fail me no longer. My chest heaves with the heavy breaths I take. "I will never regret making love to you." His shoulders slump in relief. I shake my head in disbelief. "Why would you ask that?" He stands his ground at first and then begins to dance again. I have no choice but to follow his footsteps. We touch hands and he spins me around on his finger. Then we clasp our hands together and he moves me back around the room. "I am a fast learner, no?" I nod my head and smile. I can tell he's avoiding my question. "Yes, a very fast one indeed." He takes me dancing throughout the whole entire bedroom. "But you still haven't answered my question," I complain to him. He steps away from me and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I was only making sure," he explains to me. Abigor looks rather agitated and probably wishes me to drop the subject. "That's all. That's why I asked you." I frown at him and place my hands on my hips. "I think that you're—" I'm cut off as a pair of hot lips comes crashing down onto mine. The words I was meaning to say are lost in his passion. And as he pulls away from our kiss, unscathed but visibly shaken, I finally realize. He wants to make sure I still want him; that he was gentle enough with me to make me want to be with him again, to have a new connection in place of the ones he's lost. He wants me to fill the empty holes his family has left in his heart, and with my talented hand, to stitch them closed with specially made patches from my own heart. I nod my head at him. The night is as peaceful as it is long. The shagali drags on while we are in our rooms, stripped nearly naked except for skimpy nightclothes. I wander onto his balcony and listen to the music, gazing out at the darkened night sky, lightening only by the bright moon and twinkling stars. I hadn't noticed the balcony before and I feel at peace with feeling the warm, summer breeze on my skin and hearing the beautiful music. He joins me at my side, saying nothing when I greet him. His long hair tumbles over his shoulders and sways in the breeze. A flickering bug passes my way and I instinctively reach out to catch it. I open my fingers slightly to see the luminous insect glowing in my hand. I nudge him with my elbow. "Look," I say. I show him the bug and he looks at it with interest. His eyes flash in warning and reach out to inspect it. "Let it go," he hisses at me, obviously concerned for my health and well-being. He seems to be repulsed by the creature sitting peacefully inside of my palm. "Don't touch that vile thing." I heave out a huff of surprised laughter at his sudden reaction to the insect in my hands. "Abigor, calm down." I chide him with a soft smile. "It's only a firefly. Do you know what they are? Have you ever seen one of them?" He contemplates something inside his mind. "Fire…fly." He repeats the word, looking into my hands at the glowing bug again. "I've seen them out in the fields plenty of times, but never once did I think they were actual…creatures. My people always thought that these glowing little orbs were either a piece of the sun that broke away while it set low beneath the valleys and mountains or souls from those passed into the afterlife. But it was a taboo to catch one of them." "Really?" I laugh. I remember the fond memories that I had when I was just a little girl back in Bellechester. How I would dance around with Michelle and the other little ladies of my house in the darkness of the night. "Where I come from, they are only bugs that serve as fun when caught. I used to take glass jars and catch them, and my friends and I would put them into the jar. We'd keep them in there and watch them as they'd light up and fade, then light up again. They were absolutely brilliant." Another flickering bug comes whizzing by the side of Abigor's face. He reaches out and captures it in his hands. "Interesting," he murmurs. I let my own firefly go only a moment after, and he follows me. The two bugs fly off together into the night sky, flashing their little lights into the darkness. Then he turns towards me with a conflicted look in his eye, like he is mentally debating with himself on whether or not to ask me this question. He decides with a long sigh. "Elizabella…would you like to see one of my most prized possessions? Something so worshipped that only the king and his men have them?" The way he describes this mystery possession interests me fully. I nod my head. He leads me out of the room and down his long dark hallway. We travel down three fleets of steps until we meet a little wooden door, where we travel down one winding staircase to the base level of the castle. There is a little crossing with three pathways branching off of it, the dark corridors illuminated only by torches. He explains that the dungeons are to the right, the private library is straight on ahead and the 'prized possession' room would be left. There is an unlit torch lying against the wall. He takes it, lights it, and then leads me on down the left pathway. It is a little unnerving being down in the base level of the castle, where I'd never dared venture before. It is dark, cobwebs lining the ceilings and pesky rats crawling through holes in the stone walls. I wonder if Abigor has any prisoners staying in the dungeons right now, and if the person who guards the dungeon room whips and tortures their prisoners. When I look back, I can see no sign of Abigor in the dark hallway. I can see only the shadows of a torch. I pick up my skirts and rush after him; I would hate to be lost down here with the rats and the spiders. When I finally do catch up to him, I wrap my around his bulky bicep and smile up at him. He satisfies me with a little quirk of his full lips. When at last we arrive at our destination, he mounts his torch on the wall. And suddenly I see. I gasp and jump nearly a foot in the air. Locked behind giant iron bars are wolves-huge wolves that are nothing like the skinny little wolves that supposedly used to 'terrorize' the villages back at Bellechester. The wolves are mostly sleeping or resting, but one instantly pops up at the intrusion. It is a big russet wolf almost as tall as I am. The wolf sees Abigor and sticks its snout through the bars to be pet. He strokes the wolf's nose momentarily before turning back to me. Me, who's still in awe. "This is Mayaki, or Warrior, in your language. He's my wolf and he leads this pack as the alpha. I sometimes take him into battle with me. He is vicious and proves to be an essential asset." Abigor explains to me. Then he points to a sleek female wolf laying in the corner. "That is Mayaki's mate. She used to be Snow Lion's animal. She named her Fure…Blossom. Blossom had pups three days ago." Fure lies on the cold ground with a litter of three pups huddled close to her side. One wolf is grey like his mother, one is brownish-red like her father, and the third is completely white. The third pup has an odd looking mark on his back, and it almost looks like a scar. While Abigor prepares a slice of meat for his own wolf, I look at the pups. Despite his mother's whining, the white pup stalks forward on wobbly legs and joins his father at the bars of the cage. The russet wolf huffs at him before turning his attention back to Abigor as the alpha wolf's own master throws some raw deer meat through the bars. Mayaki scampers away towards the meat, tearing it to shreds. Fure whines again, inching forward to ask her mate for some of the meat for her and her pups. But the little white wolf pup at the bars doesn't move an inch. The little one's grey eyes seem to draw me in until something possesses me to crouch down to my knees and stick my finger through the bar. The wolf jumps back in shock at first before slowly inching closer and sniffing my finger in curiosity. Then a warm pink tongue flickers out and touches my flesh. I huff a small breath of laughter as the wolf pup leans his head into my hands lovingly. When I look up, I can see everyone staring at me, even Abigor. All of the wolves are awake and interested in this phenomenon. "There it is," Abigor murmurs with a little quirk of his lips. I furrow my brows. I pull my hand away and stand up. "What are you talking about?" I ask him. The wolf paws at the bars of the cage, tilting his head to chew at the iron. I can't help but smile at the pup's silly antics. "The connection. He's yours if you'll have him." Abigor explains to me. I can't believe that he's giving me one of his 'prized possessions.' I'd seem some of the men use their wolves in raids, letting them tear people apart, but I'd never imagined that I would be the caretaker of one of these vicious beasts. But the thing is, as I looked at the little wolf, I saw everything but vicious. "You've been so generous towards me," I say. I look up at Abigor's stoic features and smile in appreciation. "I'll have him. Thank you." "And the name of the pup?" Abigor asks. "Scar." 0o0o0o0o The next morning, I'm sitting at Abigor's side in the wagon we're taking into the village. He insisted so strongly that I come with him to see his people that I just gave in to his charm. When we finally arrive in the little village of Sanko, the people rush to greet their king. Abigor's brought along Drinks of Waterfall, Three Horses, and Grey Hawk for extra protection if his back is turned. I made sure that I looked especially presentable if I were to be shown on the arm of the barbarian king. I had picked out a beautifully coloured silk that was like the warm sunset sky; a mixture of strawberry and sweet mango. I wear my topaz around my neck proudly. As I step out onto the grassy ground, the people look at me with interest. Suddenly I find my confidence growing slighter with all of those judging eyes landing on me. He strokes his finger down my cheek and forces me to look up at him. It's as if he's telling me not to worry about all of the eyes. As he walks through the crowd, leading me, the people begin to bow down to the ground. I'm not sure if they're bowing to me as well, or only to him. The guards travel behind us, their eyes searching the path. After we walk on ahead, life in Sanko seemingly continues normally on. There are people out on the streets trying to sell me their items, whether they are jewels, clothing and silks, or exotic foods. "Cho-co-lat!" One woman calls. "Try 'de cho-co-lat for free, my lady! It is a new, sweet delicacy!" I stop in interest when the middle-aged woman shows me her pot of a warm brown substance. She nods her head encouragingly at me. She dips a clean spoon into the chocolate and hands it to me. I look at it. It's lumpy and brown and warm. If this is supposed to be a sweet delicacy, I should trust this lady. I lift the spoon and taste the chocolate. My eyes fly open almost instantly once I realize that said chocolate was not disgusting, but quite the contrary. "This…this is amazing!" I praise her. "Did you come up with this treat yourself?" When the woman nods her head, I throw my hands into the air in both surprise and satisfaction. I tug Abigor over to where I'm standing and force him to try the chocolate. His eyes widen similarly to how mine had and he smiles instantly. "I love it," he states. "Never have I tasted something so great." I follow him around the little village, exploring the various bazaars. Little children stare and point at me, but it does not faze me. I come to a little fruit bazaar. The seller has exotic fruits lined up on a table for display. He is in the back unloading more crates of the fruit. I'm mesmerized by how shiny and red the apples are. But as my curiosity gets ahead of me, my finger touches one of the apples and it tumbles off of the table. I watch blankly as it tumbles across the dirt road. The wheels in my brain finally begin to turn as I rush after it and snatch it up into my hands. "Got you!" I exclaim. Suddenly, I hear a loud cry behind me. "Hey!" The man is shaking his fist at me, his face reddened. "A daina! Ba za ka iya sata cewa kaga tuffi!" Before I know it, he's rushing at me with a menacing look in his eyes. (Stop! You can't steal that apple!) He grabs my hand with a force that I've never felt before; shaking me violently. My words come out slurred due to my fright. "Ni ba a…ba ni kuma sata! Kaga tuffa fadi a kashe daga cikin cart da nake kawai—" (I was not…I was not stealing! The apple fell off of the cart and I was only-) To my surprise, my words are cut off when he backhands me powerfully. I accidentally bite into my cheek on accident, blood dripping from my mouth and over my lips. My skin stings worse than touching boiling water. I fight my tears as he yanks me back up to look at him. "Makaryaci! Datti makaryaci!" he screams. I don't know where Abigor's gone but this is definitely causing a scene. Crowds gather around in shock. (Liar! Dirty liar!) When he forces me to my knees, an act of forceful submission, I push away from him. "Ka san ni waye?" I scream. "Shin, ba ka san cewa ayyukan nuna wadanda mutum fata ga mutuwa?" (Do you know who I am? Do you know that your actions portray those of a man wishing for death?) This obviously enrages him. He shoves me back forcefully until my head hits the ground—hard. "Ban damu da suka kai, karuwa," he begins to circle me like a predator. "Sata daga gare nio shi ne wata babbar kuskure!" (I do not care who you are, slut. Stealing from me was a very big mistake!) "No, touching my woman was a very big mistake," a deep, angry voice echoes from behind me. I'm relieved. I know it's him. Three Horses helps me up and pulls me away from where they prepare to fight. "As was calling her a 'karuwa' and blaming her for something she obviously did not do." The man foams at the mouth. He is very ugly with all the anger he holds within his muscular frame. "Why do you trust her? She is a whore from the Common Lands! She could be betraying you at this very moment, telling all your secrets to the men back in Bellechester." I start to scream back at him in disgust, but Three Horses clamps a hand over my mouth and forces me to relax. Abigor's face is expressionless but in his eyes is a fury burning so bright that one would think he only had fury in his bones instead of love. "You test me, Kicking Bull. It is not very wise of you." My eyebrows pull together. He knows this man, this angry Kicking Bull? The older man's anger still does not fade, even after he found out that he assaulted the king's woman. He laughs humorlessly, throwing his hands up in the air. "You believe the whore over me. Where is your strength? Has the bitch fucked it out of you already?" I struggle against Three Horses' grip. "How dare you speak of me that way! I will have you killed!" My eyes are filling with fire. I do not know where the words came from, I just vomited them out. Kicking Bull's eyes glaze over me with sick humour. "You are foreign whore. You do not command Kicking Bull with that mouth. But I will give you something else to do with your mouth!" The crowd gasps. I am astonished at his persistence. It is like he wants to be killed. "The next time you speak to me in that manner will be the last time you have a tongue," I seethe at him menacingly. "I give you my word." I am a little woman, but my fury does not prevail. Abigor smiles. "She how she is fierce? She is Tiger Claw, and she will command you. The next time you speak suggestively of my woman, will indeed, be the last time you have your tongue." Kicking Bull does the unexpected, and he spits on Abigor's feet. My king's eyes dilate with his rage but he still manages to keep it cool. "A king who takes orders from his slave-whore is no king at all!" He brings out his weapon, his mighty khopesh sword and points it at Abigor. I gasp and struggle against Three Horses. The man puts his lips close to my ear while trying to restrain me. "Ya sarki za ta kula da shi," he begins. "Kana bukatar ka damu." (Our king will take care of him. You need not worry.) I trust Three Horses, but the situation looks grim with Kicking Bull's blade pointed at Abigor's exposed chest. When he takes a step forwards, Kicking Bull panics and lashes out at the air with his sword. The blade catches on Abigor's muscled arm, slicing right through the tribal tattoo on his bicep. I gasp in shock; I never thought someone could be so brazen when faced with his or her angry king. "I will not burn your body and set it afloat upon the Barbarian Sea. No, I will not give you such honour. You will not be buried, nor will you have an inch of privacy in your last filthy, dying moments. The rain will turn to acid and wash away your rotting flesh until you are nothing but bones!" Abigor's eyes are wild with fury. "Maggots will crawl through your heart and eat your unseeing eyes without mercy! You will not see the light of day after I am done mutilating you, you pitiful excuse for a man!" Drinks of Waterfall is throwing him a sword, and before I know it, Kicking Bull and Dances With Wolves are locked in battle. He dodges many swipes of Kicking Bull's blade, but one clever swipe has my king's sword lying close to my feet and has him on the ground. "I always knew your brother was right for the throne. You are too soft. You cannot kill me, Dances With Wolves." A devilish look appears in Abigor's steely eyes. "Oh, but I already have." With a sharp kick to Kicking Bull's shin has the bone easily broken and has him tumbling to the ground in agony. Abigor pulls the hidden dagger he had in his bearskin belt and plunges it into Kicking Bull's stomach without any traces of mercy toward the man. I clasp a hand over my mouth and press my back against Three Horses for support. Abigor crawls on top of Kicking Bull's body and wraps his massive hands around the other man's thick neck. It's safe to say that I've never seen Abigor so angry or so powerful. He is choking Kicking Bull. The older man's legs flail and he coughs up blood due to the stab wound in his stomach. Abigor pulls him by the neck upwards and smashes his head harder against the ground. "Remember the name!" he screams. "The name of the man who killed you. Dances With Wolves, your almighty king! And remember the name of the woman you died for. My woman, my Tiger Claw." And in one last breath, Kicking Bull's soul rockets out of his body, leaving him lying limply on the sand—just another empty shell. Abigor leans back on his haunches and kicks the dead man away. Blood covers him and he looks completely animalistic. He doesn't even look human. But when he looks at me, I feel some kind of reassurance that the man I grew to love is still in there and is still okay and waiting for me. Without a word, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me back towards the wagon. The townspeople stare in shock at what had just so brilliantly unfolded in front of them. They prepare to rid the streets of Kicking Bull's dead body and wash the streets with the holy water to rid the village of the reek of death. He sits me next to him on the wagon and impatiently waits for his men to get into the back of the wagon. Then he slaps the reins down hard on the horses and the wagon missiles towards the capital city, where the great barbarian castle sits. "You're bleeding," I whisper to him, my fingers gently skirting over where the wound spits dark red blood. Abigor nods his head. "Yes. I'm aware," he murmurs. I turn my head out towards the scenic countryside and the trees and the people on the sides of the Great River stopping to point and stare at us. And I think that we must be quite a sight to see since Abigor is covered in another man's blood. I exhale slowly, my curly hair whipping about my face as we race on through the trees. "And you killed for me." He still does not turn to look at me. I think it might be for other reasons than that he's steering the horses and doesn't want to veer off of the road. He draws in a shaky breath. "I would do anything for you." I believe him now more than ever. 0o0o0o0o It is almost dark when we get back to the castle. He's opted not to visit the castle medic for his bleeding. Instead, he's let it bleed on for almost a half hour, the blood staining his chest. It dries, and new, wet blood drenches his chest again. He's been oddly silent ever since our encounter with Kicking Bull. He sits in his great bearskin chair and stares into the fire before him. I haven't said anything, but I'm afraid that I'll change that. But as I continue to say nothing, his condition only worsens. "Does it hurt badly?" I ask him softly. My voice seems to startle him over the quiet whisper of the wind and soft crackle of the warm fire. He shrugs his shoulders, causing more blood to drip down his forearm. "Please Eliza…do not." I shake my head and exhale in frustration. "But I don't understand-!" I'm whining like a child now. "I don't want it cleaned," he repeats a little firmly. "I don't want to keep telling you this, please. Don't make me explain." The image of the blood rolling down his skin makes me stomach churn unpleasantly. "It will fester and infect if you do not let me treat it properly." My voice is firm and on the outskirts of being angry. I am frustrated. "Do you want to end up dead as well?" He sighs in an act of what seems like submission. I grab the bandages and wet wipes. I fill a porcelain bowl with water and dip a warm rag into it. Then I press it to his skin. He does not move a muscle as if it does not cause him pain. I look up at him. He still does not look at me. "Why won't you look at me?" I whisper to him softly. "It seemed like…what happened today changed you in some way. I don't understand." He shakes his head slowly, eyes still locked on the fire as if it soothed him. "I do not understand either." I use some of the liquid-medicine that Evalyn gave me for wounds once. "This is probably going to sting." I pour the liquid on his wound. He only winces a little at the pain whereas any normal person would have been outright screaming. But he is not normal; he never was and he never will be. I sigh and wrap a few layers of bandages around his arm. Tiny droplets of blood soak through the white cloth, but I tie it tightly around his ridiculously large muscles. "I knew him," he managed out. "Ever since I was a child. He was a friend of my brother's and always saw me as unworthy. Whatever I did, whatever I tried to prove, it was never good enough. Today it was just another test…but he pushed me too far and I snapped." He finally looks up at me and sees my split lip and runs his thumb over it. "He hit you and it drove me insane to know that he hurt you. "Next thing I knew my dagger was in his belly and my hands were around his throat. And I was screaming at him. Screaming at him to remember—remember this day, my name, and remember all the times that he'd belittled me and stomped me into the floor. It was like proving something to him." He cradles his head in his hands and groans. I throw my arms around him and hold him tight. Right now he just needs to be assured that he's not a beast and it's exactly what I intend to do. "You were protecting me. It was self-defence. He pointed the sword's tip at you first." He does not cry. I know he will not cry because crying shows weakness and he only showed me his weakness once. I already know that he does not intend to show me it again. He thinks that I need him to be his rock, but the roles have lately been reversed. And here I am again, on another dark and chilly night, holding him in my arms. "It was not your fault," I say." "I know," is all he murmurs back. "If anything ever happened to you…I'd die. I can't lose you, Eliza. Tell me that I won't lose you." I gulp and rub my cheek against his. "You won't lose me." He leans back in his chair and I sit back on my knees. He leans his face into his hands, his pointer finger curled around his lip. "You're the only thing I have left. The only sanity, the only reality. I think that if you were gone, I'd go completely mad." He takes shaky breaths. "Hey," I murmur softly. I climb into his lap and he buries his face in my neck, smelling my skin. My scent makes him calmer, as I'd found out. "You won't lose me. I'm here—right here, with you, right now. I'm not going anywhere." Abigor's warm hands find my backside and he takes a cheek in both of his hands. He firmly presses me to his muscular body. Hard meets soft and he moans into my hair. "Eliza, I need you." "I know," I whisper it back to him, my lips finding his jaw. He growls and turns my head towards his. He captures my lips, softly moving his against mine. His breathing his heavy as his hands explore and ravage my skin. Abigor's tongue slips through my lips and he encourages me to suck on it. He tastes of mulled wine and it's dizzying. He moans into my mouth, dragging his tongue across my open lips before dipping it inside again. He moves his head and kisses a trail on my neck, hotter and hotter and more passionate yet. I cradle his head in my hands, feeling as his lips kiss my heated flesh. It feels so good. "So you do not think me a monster?" he asks between his tender kisses. I moan when he touches a tender place on my neck, throwing my head back. I decide my answer long before I tell him. "A man whose hands are not stained with blood and sin has not lived." I tell him. He pulls back to look at me. His steely eyes have turned to soft brown once more, and that calm and loving man is back to me. I smile at him and stroke my palm down his cheek. "You are no monster to me, Dances With Wolves. You will never be." War After a vigorous round of passionate, intense lovemaking we're lying side by side on his bed. It felt better this time than last time since I was no longer a virgin when we first started. When he kissed me down there again, my vision went white. Then he drilled himself into me, his lustful and throaty moans echoing in my ears. He'd whispered sinful things to me, things that I'd never repeat. But his words made my flesh feel ten times hotter than it was. The way his hands perfectly held my breasts and the way his lips felt on my neck…and how amazing it felt to be completely filled to the brim by him as he released his load into my body, having him shudder and whisper sweet things to me over my lips. I'm lying on his arm and he pulls me closer to his body. We are not married, but I feel like we are. With the way he so valiantly defends me against other men…mate claimed me, and how he calls me his woman all makes me feel like I've been taken, and taken for good. He talks so brilliantly of a wife and his future children and I can't help but want to be a part of that fantasy. He turns his face towards mine and kisses my cheek. "Now you're a fast learner," he murmurs with a hint of humour in his tone. It makes me smile. He always makes me smile. "Who better to learn from than the king?" I ask, kissing him back on the side of his muscular peck. "You taught me everything I knew. When I came here I was just a burdurwa, and you vowed so strongly to change that. You panted after me like a mutt during mating season." He chuckles because he knows it's true. "Watch that pretty little mouth of yours," he mockingly scolds me. "It got you in enough trouble today." Then he pauses and turns to look at me in bewilderment. "A…a mutt? Really, Elizabella? Is that how you see your king?" When I don't say anything, he rolls onto my naked body and digs his fingers into my ribs. A scream of laughter rips through me. "Please, I beg you-!" I'm dying of laughter, my head was thrown back as he digs into my sides with his long, nimble fingers. The look of amusement is clear on his face as he sits back a little to refrain from crushing me under his huge, naked body. My deep, hearty laughter echoes throughout the room. "What do you beg of me?" he asks. His tickling is merciless. He is, after all, the king of the barbarians; mercy is and never was an option. My voice is seemingly gone, laughter replacing it. I cannot get out a word. I'm gasping, almost like I'm choking. He stops momentarily. "To stop the scandalous venturing with those fingers of yours, you beast!" I gasp out. He laughs, but he does not stop. I manage to get a hold around his waist with my legs and try my hardest to flip him around. I manage to succeed in making myself the one that holds the upper hand over him and wrap my legs around his neck. His face turns red a little with my creamy white thighs slowly suffocating him. But he doesn't seem to be in distress. In fact, he looks pleased. Before I can realize that I'm sitting on top of him naked and choking him with my legs, he grabs my bottom in his hands and pushes my most feminine place onto his mouth and gives me a firm swipe of his tongue. My eyes widen and I fall over his head, my arms reaching out to brace me on the pillows. I try to get up, but his arms have come up around my thighs and he's got me locked in place. The teasing licks and his hot tongue doing wonders down there are almost more than I can handle. "Abigor! I yield!" His lips wrap around my clit and he gives a firm suck, shaking his head back and forth quickly as if to say that it wasn't good enough. I'm so close that I can already see the stars in my eyes. "I shall never ever call you a mutt again, I promise you!" And when he moans against me, my release has never been more powerful. He slaps my naked cheeks as I'm getting off of him and tumbling to the other side of the king-sized bed. "You taste like me," he states. "I would sup on our tastes combined for the rest of my life if I had the choice to." My face turns bright red as I sit on the edge of his bed. I spot my clothes lying in a pile on the floor in disarray. I push myself to get off the bed and pick up the clothes. I redress in front of him. It seems that my embarrassment of my body has been completely reduced due to his constant reminders that I'm the most beautiful woman he's ever been with…and if my knowledge does not fail me, he's been with a whole lot. While I'm slipping on my breast cloth, there comes a loud and urgent knock at the door. "Na Sarki," the voice comes. I recognize the voice almost instantly. It is Black Bear. "Mutanen bukatar yin magana da kai kan al'amarin game da sabon yaki fara a arewa!" (My King, the men need to speak with you about a matter concerning the new war starting in the north!) Abigor instantly throws off the covers and ties his breechcloth around his waist, and slips on his deerskin pants. He does not bother with braiding his hair. Once my silks are pinned tightly together, I rush after him. His face is bright red and the distress is obvious on his face. We rush down the hallways until we reach the 'special' room. The room where they talk about the raids and strategies. I follow him inside only to be given a look by several of the men, including Iron Coyote. "No women allowed inside," he hisses at me, forcing me backwards by puffing out his muscled chest and shoving it into my face. "This information is confidential." I look at Abigor momentarily. "Go," he whispers. I nod my head, respecting his opinion, and his opinion only. I take my leave, heading down to the harem to see if Michelle is there. 0o0o0o0o ABIGOR'S POV I sit down at the end of the table and look at the model of the four kingdoms we'd built. It is like a game of four corners. Here we sit, in my great kingdom of Stauckana (or Barbarian Country as the common folk have a habit of referring to it as) in the very south, protected by a thick forest to the right of our castle, Castle Rock, called the Forest of Thieves and the Jungle of Bones to the left of us. It is where the men dispose of the dead bodies, and the great wolves have a habit of picking at the carcasses there, leaving numerous bones in their tracks. I know the forests like I know the back of my hand. In the north, there is my Tiger Claw's kingdom of Bellechester. Called the iron kingdom, their fat old king sits his lazy ass upon an iron throne. The most abundant element in Bellechester is without a doubt their metals. The "Forked Sword" is the most desirable sword in all of the four kingdoms. It has three times the strength of a normal sword and cuts the three times deeper. The iron kingdom is also fond of using their three-pronged tridents, wielded out of the strongest iron to skewer three men at once. In the east lies the land of Pateros, where fairly odd customs take place. Protected by the Vibrant Mountains, the people of Pateros are ruled by a queen instead of a king. The people there have taken to calling it the "Vibrant Queendom" instead of a kingdom. They are obsessed with colours, and each noble family would be dressed in all one colour. The queen's family favours the greens, and thus they never wear any other colour except greens. The noble families would all take on a colour, and the peasants who did not have a colour of their own would wear a dull coloured brown for the rest of their lives if they were lucky enough to marry into a colour-wearing family. In the west lies Seattle, a kingdom revolved completely around the religion of their so-called moon princess and moon prince. They believe that the moon is their rightful ruler (which is complete rubbish) and so everything in the "Moonlit Kingdom" has to do with, of course, the moon. On their flag, they have the moon and the stars, and they paint pictures of moons and wear blue all the time. They are nature-centric as well, because of their belief that if mankind ruins the earth, their precious moon gods would come down and destroy us all. I crack my knuckles and lay my elbows on the table. "Now…" I begin, my tone authorizing and king-like. "What is all this talk of a new war? I thought we just ended one." For years, we'd been fighting with the "bitch queen" of Pateros because my prized dolt of a brother enjoyed raiding there the most because he liked the jewels and the colours the most out of any kingdoms. We won the war against Pateros and successfully got ourselves a whole new loot of colourful items to decorate the stone palace with. Iron Coyote steps forward and points to Bellechester. "In the iron kingdom, King Phillip has married off his daughter, Princess Sera, to the bitch queen's weakling son in Pateros. Queen Amelie has made herself a new ally with King Phillip's kingdom by marrying Titus off to Sera. They are planning to join their forces and attack Stauckana." I shrug my shoulders and light my tobacco roll from a candle. Leaning back in my chair, I put it into my mouth and take a long drawl of smoke, letting the rest fall from my open lips. "And we are worried why? We have defeated Pateros before and we can defeat them again." Drinks of Waterfall shakes his head. "But this time it is Pateros and Bellechester combined. We've never fought against Bellechester before. We don't know their fighting technique or what kind of weapons they have. They could be lending their possibly advanced weapons to Pateros." I lean forward in my chair and rake my eyes over the map and look at the models. "When are they planning to strike? Do you at least know of that?" I look up at my brother just in time to see him nod. "They need three or four months to prepare for their supplies." Iron Coyote says to me. "Then I can only assume that they'd be attacking. The bitch-queen and the king both have no idea that we have knowledge of their alliance and plans to attack." I nod my head and stick my cigar back into my mouth. "Good. That's how it should be." I place my hands on the map and place the model ship in the Barbarian Sea. The sea effectively stretches around the Vibrant Mountains, making us virtually invisible to the eye of Pateros until it's too late. "We can send the navy to attack and slow them down. I'm not so worried about Pateros as much as I am Bellechester. Drinks of Waterfall is right. We do not know what these foreign men are fully capable of, even though we've raided there countless times." Most of the kingdoms don't have a standing chance against us. We have a population of over 450,000 whereas Bellechester has around 300,000, Seattle with 250,000 and Pateros with only 200,000. I scratch my chin, ignoring the stubble growing there. When combined, Bellechester and Seattle would have around 500,000 men, and the gods only know how many soldiers could be taken from that glorious number. This battle would definitely take a toll on us both. Grey Hawk rubs his temples. "I need you to think of who would know the fighting tactics back at Bellechester. Either that, or we send someone to spy." I frown at that suggestion and instantly wave it off. "We look nothing like the people from Bellechester or Pateros. Someone would get captured or killed. Not worth risking at all," I say. "Because then they'd know we knew of their plan. It is best if we catch them off guard, with their walls down." "We've abducted the whores from various kingdoms! Cassandra and Evalyn are from Pateros and Athenodora and Camellia are from Seattle." White Fire Sun points out. Suddenly, Drinks of Waterfall jumps out of his seat. "Elle of the Moon is from Bellechester!" he exclaims. "She was only a maid, but I'm sure she can help." As soon as he says something about his pregnant bed thrall, it instantly grabs my attention and draws me back to the only thing that I truly hold dear. Her. "So was Elizabella. She was courting a nobleman, I'm sure she'll know more than Elle ." The men in the room both look at each other in interest. I impatiently slam my fist on the table, shaking the maps and models lying there. "Well don't just stand there, goddamnit, get my woman!" Three Horses and Black Bear both rush out of the room to fetch Tiger Claw and one of the women from Pateros. They're only gone for a short while before the door bursts open and the two women walk in. I see my woman and instantly I feel my heart light up. Her beautiful, shiny curls hang down her back, accenting her heart-shaped face. Long black lashes frame pretty doe eyes as she looks around the room. I try not to drool as I see her chew on her full pink lips in nervousness, hugging her arms below her breasts. The nervous action only makes her womanly parts easier for me to see. Those full, round globes instantly catch my attention. She rocks back and forth slightly on the balls of her feet and I feel like I'm in a trance when I find that I can't rip my eyes away from her bouncing breasts. My eyes travel downwards over the flat plane of her stomach, and to those full, child-bearing hips. I can already feel my cock hardening inside of my pants and pressing against my breechcloth. I readjust myself in my seat and snap myself out of my trance. I offer her to sit on my lap. Eliza looks at my lap hesitantly before going to sit down. Cassandra follows after Three Horses and sits in the seat beside him. "Why am I here?" Eliza is the first to ask, for she is the only woman that is daring enough to. I look at her. "There is a war raging. Your kingdom has made an alliance with Pateros through the marriage of Princess Sera to Prince Titus. With their armies joined together, they plan to attack us." I can see her eyes widen significantly as she gasps. "That's…that's horrible! Why would they…?" "Probably because they got tired of us stealing their goods and them not being able to do a thing about it," snickers Iron Coyote. I shoot my brother a glare at the same time Eliza does. He laughs again. I turn her face towards mine and kiss her nose. "We have twice, maybe three times as many men as those kingdoms do…alone. But together, they might easily match us. We have a good chance of winning, but we'll have an even better chance if you help us." Eliza's face turns from worry to surprise in only a few seconds. "You wish me…a woman, to help you with the war?" She looks caught in her thoughts. I nod my head. "You courted Cordell, you told me of the man. Did he never speak to you of the wars and their tactics? No strategies?" She flinches a little when I mention Cordell. She thinks he is dead because Iron Coyote killed him in cold blood. To be quite frank, we wouldn't know if we killed someone's lover or brother or father. We don't write down or keep track of those who we kill—those that stand in the way of what we want. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. I can tell she's having a mental battle with herself. She is on our side…right? "Well," she begins. "I actually do remember some things. I think they might help you." Drinks Of Waterfall places his elbows on the table as he leans forward. "Then please, Tiger Claw, do tell us. This could be the factor to help us—the factor that could win the war for us." Eliza takes in a deep breath and nods her head. "I will tell you. My lord Cordell spoke gloriously of these pieces of machinery called cannons." I point at Little Sea. "Cannons. Get a piece of papyrus and ink and write that down." The man nods and follows my orders. "Now tell us what the cannons can do, little one." "The cannons are like long stone tunnels with only one side open; the top side. They sit on a pair of wheels and that's how the men are able to move it. It is incredibly heavy and large. It is able to move in any direction, whether it is east, northeast…south…any way you want. Then there is the object called the cannonball that you shoot out at the enemy. The cannon gets ignited with fire and…off it goes. Quite interesting really." Eliza gushes it all out to us, spilling every bean in the bag while Little Sea takes notes on the papyrus. "Then there is contraption called a catapult. It is used for hurling stones of fireballs out at the enemy, or over tall walls. It is like a tall wooden stick with little bowl attached to the end of it in which you would put your stone. You would wind it back with a rope of some sort and then…let it go. It also sits on a set of wheels for keeping it steady and for easy movement." I'd never heard of these devices before in my entire life. The way of war was with arrows and spears and sharp metal objects to hurl at people. But she's not finished. "Oh! I remember that Cordell said once that the king had ordered to cannonballs to be chained together. They can take out crowds of soldiers, and easily tear down walls. It is certainly a sight to see, and a gruesome one at that." I lean back in my chair, satisfied with the results. "Little Sea, have you documented the weapons and their uses? What they look like?" I ask him. The young man nods and shows me his notes. I stick my cigar back in my mouth and let smoke fall from my lips. Eliza looks back at me, her pretty eyes roaming my half naked body. "I want these devices made. I want every blacksmith, silversmith, every craftsmen to help create these cannons and catapults. It will be done in one month." The men look around in the room as if they doubt the skills of the craftsmen. Cassandra looks at me from across the table. She blushes and smiles at me, an obvious invitation if I would only accept it. I look away. I will not mount her, for her whorish ways disgust me. She is spoilt goods, having been willingly passed around to the other men. She takes pride in being a whore, unlike Elizabella, who fought so strongly for her free will. Before Elizabella, I'd never cared for the feelings of a harem girl. I would mount her like a hound does his bitch and then dispose of her, not caring if she was hurt of if I impregnated her. I had lived up to the name of "Barbarian King" in my younger years, before she arrived. But I find myself to be slowly changing as the days pass by. Every morning I wake up with her fragile body next to mine in the bed, I feel a bit of the blackness of my heart being chipped away by her chisel. I don't know why Three Horses had insisted upon bringing Cassandra. I already know the tactics of Pateros. Her steamy gaze is only making me sick, and the way her clothes accent her curves and show off her erect nipples makes me want to do some pretty horrible things to her. The beast is still inside of me, gnawing at the cages Eliza had put up. He wants to be let out, and he wants to seriously hurt Cassandra. She fucked Three Horses while my sister was dying. It only makes the hate worse. I look away. "Take the prints to the craftsmen, post them everywhere. Let the people know of the war and how they must contribute. We will draft every boy and man and teach them how to fight. Brother, you will lead camps and troops and teach said people. Let them know of the consequences of espionage and treason, for I have heads mounted on my walls before and I will do so again." I can see the fright in Elizabella's eyes as I say that. It makes me feel slightly ashamed, but right now I have to be a king to my people and prepare them for the worst-case scenario. I stroke my fingertips down her arm and feel her relax beneath me. When I look up, I see the men staring at me as if they don't know what to do without my command. "Leave me," I growl. They all scurry out of the room like frightened field mice after seeing a hawk scouring the area. All except for my brother, who is eyeing up my woman like she is the mouse and he is the hawk. I bare my teeth at him and he backs off, lingering out of the room casually. She gets up off of my lap and looks at me. "I have never liked war," she murmurs softly. "They result in massacres. Blood bathes the street, corpses litter the forests, and the smell of death lingers in the air for weeks." I too, hate wars. I use my hands to work out a kink in my jaw. It fixes itself with a satisfying 'pop' and she cringes at the sound. "We all die, Elizabella. The gods of this world can be merciful, but when your time comes, you must accept that fact. The greatest death a man can know is while in battle, fighting for his country." "But I don't understand," she whispers to me, clutching my hands in hers. I look away from her face as she draws herself closer. She will never understand the ways of war, but never will anyone. "Why not just make peace with one another?" This statement draws my eyes back to her face. "Peace? I have never known peace. The only peace I have is when I am with you. If it's war they want, it's war they'll get." 0o0o0o0o BELLA'S POV I claim that I despise war, but yet I still gave away precious information from my kingdom. Where does my loyalty lie? With my brothers and sisters back home, or will the beasts that raided my home and stole me away from my lifestyle? Ask me five months ago what I thought about the barbarians and I would have told you they were a damned race, a merciless species that deserved to burn in the four fires of hell for all the wrong they'd done us and other kingdoms. Ask me five months ago about what I thought of their king—I would have said that the king of the barbarians would be the devil himself. Ask me today and I will tell you that the king of the barbarians is my lover and I will do anything for him. His kindness has changed me, but the ways of his brooding men still have not changed the minds of the other kingdoms. The only way to stop the war was if they would stop raiding, but unfortunately that was out of the question. Raiding, stealing and killing are all they know. I feed Scar the piece of meat in my hand and welcome the pup into my lap. The little runt of the litter was mine, and I plan on treating him like an alpha. I hear footsteps behind me. I look back to see Abigor approaching me. The pup yaps at him before cowering away as his huge body sits beside me in the grass. "I want to thank you for the information you delivered us today. It will help us in ways I never imagined possible." I smile at him and nod my head. His long hair blows in the breeze, the feathers and beads kissing his skin. He is truly a beautiful sight. My hair is braided, and the crystal headdress I wear is breathtaking. Scar settles in my lap and snuggles his head into the crook of my arm. I look out at the hills and the trees, staring straight into the Forest of Thieves. Another gust of wind comes along and blows some of the leaves from the trees. I find myself shivering. The summer days have quickly passed and we are already halfway into the autumn season. He notices me shivering and sheds his animal fur cloak and puts it around my shoulders. The fur instantly warms me and I sigh. I move my body closer to his and rest my head on his shoulders. "Thank you." I whisper. Another gust of chilly wind blows and I find myself shivering and huddling against Abigor even more. "Are you not cold?" He shakes his head. "I run a hot body temperature. It's in my genes." It's true, at least. As I'm huddling close to him, I'm warming up with each passing second. Suddenly, Scar's head perks up and he darts off of my lap. "Scar!" I cry out, making a move to run after him. Abigor stops me and I watch as the wolf pup goes running up the hill in pursuit of something I can't see. "He's running away," I tell Abigor. Abigor sighs and looks down at me. "He's coming back. He will always come back. Have patience with him." Moments later, Scar returns, just as Abigor had said. But what he carries in his mouth interests me more. As the pup nears me, I see the lifeless hare lying in his jaws. "He caught a hare," I whisper. Scar drops the dead animal at my feet. I cringe. Abigor takes it and pats the wolf on his head. "I'll give this to the cooks tonight. You can eat it in your stew." I make a face. "I'm not so sure I want to." He laughs and gets up. "Come on. I may not be cold, but the wind is really picking up now. That cloak will only do you good for so long." I pick up Scar in my arms and follow him inside Castle Rock. Another gust of wind blows through the trees and nearly snatches the fur cloak right off of my back. I turn and look back towards the trees. They whisper of things unbeknownst to man, and it makes me uneasy. I chew my chapped lips before turning back around. Winter is coming. War is coming. Truth Since autumn has finally come, the daylight hours are shorter and night is longer and colder. The sky is almost completely dark when the cooks have the dinner finished. Abigor, staying true to his word, put the special rabbit meat in his soup and in mine. I've never tasted a better stew. The servants have lit the giant hearth at the end of the table, closest to Abigor's seat, in order to keep the great stone castle warm. The people sitting at the table talk rather quietly today. Perhaps it is because they are tired; the lighting almost lulls me to sleep, when in truth it could only be maybe six or seven o' clock outside. I gave Abigor his cloak back and dressed more appropriate for the heating conditions in the castle. Some of the maids had come in and replaced the clothes more suited for summer with the ones more suited for the autumn and winter months. The clothes are mostly animal skins and soft furs instead of beautifully coloured and festive silks. I lift the spoon to my lips again and slurp down the stew as the fire warms my chilled skin. Michelle sits next to me, keeping her head down as she eats her loaf of bread. Her belly protrudes more and more, almost hitting the edge of the table. I touch the side of her arm, causing her to jump slightly before looking up at me. That warm smile I used to know so well comes flooding back onto her face. "How are you?" I whisper to her over the soft chatter of the men and women at the table. "I feel like we've not spoken to each other in some time." She shrugs her shoulders before reaching out for her wine glass. "I've been feeling all right except for the occasional fits of sickness and retching in the morn." I play with the vegetables in my stew by prodding them with the tip of my metal spoon. My curls fall out of my bun and into my eyes when I lean forwards, slouching my shoulders. "Tristan…what does he say of the child?" I question her. "Is he still rather nonchalant, or does he…?" Michelle looks up at me through the curtain of satin chocolate hair and smiles tenderly at me. "He is no longer nonchalant. He seems…excited about this. Elizabella, you see…he says he finds no use for me anymore as a harem girl." My face pales as I swallow a bit of carrot. Oh no. This was exactly what I didn't want to happen. He is going to throw her away and just take the child! I take a deep breath before replying. "I see…then what use does he have for you?" She takes a sip of her wine, leaning back in her chair. "He says he finds no use for me anymore as a harem girl because he really prefers having a wife. Someone who will provide him with…love and loyalty and children. Elizabella, he's asked me if I'd be his wife." I look at Drinks Of Waterfall from across the table, chatting with Three Horses, Abigor and Grey Hawk. I'm rather relieved that he is not throwing her away, and a mysteriously large weight has been seemingly lifted from my delicate shoulders. He slams his fist down on the table, demanding for a taste of the rabbit stew that sits near Abigor as they are the leftovers from what I could not eat. "He asked you?" Michelle giggles a little. "Well, not asked, really. It was more like demanding I'd be his wife, but I was more than happy to say yes. He is the love of my life. I've never felt like this before." She takes a bite out of her bread. "It's rather rare to have a man marry his harem girl, but Tristan's decided that I'm clean because I was a virgin when he first mounted me. It's rare, but not completely nonexistent." I pick up my spoon and begin eating again. Looking at Abigor from where I sit, I can feel something odd electrocute my heart with powerful volts. He smiles, the slight dimples in his cheeks becoming more prominent with the wider his grin gets. Those white teeth, the deep, handsome dimple in his chin, and his hearty masculine laughter all make me want to melt where I sit. I wonder why he has not asked for my hand after making love to me, taking my virginity, and proving his undeniable love for me in many different ways. Am I truly wife material to him, or am I just a loyal companion he takes pride in dressing up and fucking? I admit to myself that I'm not ready to find the truth in that question just yet. The dim firelight in the room barely lights the table as the night falls darker and darker yet. I lean back in my seat and pull the wolf fur coat tighter around my arms. The deerskin dress that I wear is somewhat warm, but it could be warmer yet. I hold my wine in my hand and take a sip. Michelle leans back with me. Drinks of Waterfall is a kind man though his appearance puts one off. He catches sight of his soon-to-be wife and smiles warmly at her. Abigor pushes his bowl away from him as he finishes his stew. I too am no longer hungry. I look at him expectantly, but he only stays in his seat. "I have to discuss some things with the men before I retire to the chambers," he says to me. I'm a little shocked but I know that the war is most important right now. "You may roam the halls for a little, but stay out of trouble. I won't be able to rescue you this time." When he winks at me, I know he means well. I smile brightly back at him before brushing some crumbs off of my skirt and standing up. Just as I am about to request that Michelle come with me, Drinks of Waterfall orders her to stay with him. I sigh, scratch the idea, and wander off into the chilly hallways. There are many places in this castle that I've never ventured through. I decide I will leave the dark, and cold base level to the morning times and explore the upstairs, where our chambers are. I climb the flight of stairs that lead to our corridor, passing the harem room to the right. Evalyn is working away at her plants and mixing things in little pots, Cassandra is asleep, Athenodora is trying to knit herself a new blanket, and Ivona is reading a book. Evalyn catches sight of me and gives me a little wave before turning back to her concoction. I wander further down the hallway, into the deep dark corridors. I do not know what becomes of things there, and I'm not willing to find out. The wind screams as it whips around the castle walls, causing some of the floorboards to creak. My feet, which are only protected by a thin layer of deerskin, feel like blocks of ice. Torches line the stonewalls, illuminating the ground before me, but doing very little to keep warmth. I feel like I should be afraid, but I'm surprisingly very calm. I clutch at my arms and pull the fur cloak tighter. At the end of the hallway, I see two great doors. They are dusty and they look like they have not been touched in millennia. Curiosity gets the better of me and I stalk forward to turn the golden knobs of the door. They give way and the door pushes open with a terrifyingly loud creak. But what the two doors hide is so much more amazing. It is a library. Books line the walls, and a great swirling staircase leads up to the second floor of it. Two large windows let the moonlight in as the torches do not lead on into the library. I shut one door behind me, leaving the other open in case the doors were to lock behind me. The place is huge and mysterious. My people had called the barbarians an unintelligent race with no interest whatsoever in edification; an unclean, uneducated species. But judging by the books and paintings hung on the walls, these people do not live up to the stereotypes from Bellechester. My fingers scrape across the spines of the books, a thick layer of dust coming off onto my skin. These books and parchment scrolls and paintings haven't been touched in years. I wonder why no one's been in here for such a long time. I wonder why it's been sealed off in the dark corner of an even longer and darker corridor. I pull one of the books off of the shelves and look at the title. It is a very old book, with writing barely legible. I must test my skills of reading Hausa. "The Origins" is what the title says. I open the first page and begin to read. It happened long ago that Q'waeti journeyed all over the land setting the people aright and instructing the people that would come in the future how they should act. Q'waeti instructed the people how to build houses. One day Q'waeti came upon Beaver. Beaver was sharpening his stone knife and Beaver was very stingy. Q'waeti asked what Beaver was doing, whereupon Beaver said: "I am sharpening my knife in order to kill Q'waeti." Then Q'waeti took what Beaver was sharpening and stuck it on Beaver's tail. Then he said: "You shall always have this stuck to your tail, and live in the water. You will just slap the water with your tail and dive when the people come." Then one day he came upon Deer. Deer was sharpening his shell knife, thereupon Q'waeti asked Deer what he was sharpening it for. Whereupon Deer said: "I am going to kill Q'waeti." Then Q'waeti seized the shell that Deer was sharpening and stuck it on Deer's ears. He said: "When you see people you shall run frightened and stop, and look back." Then Q'waeti went on his way. Not long afterwards he reached Q'wayi't'soxk'a River. But he did not find any people. Then Q'waeti spit on his hands and rubbed them. Doing this he rubbed off the human dead skin into the water. Thereupon many people appeared. Then Q'waeti said to the people whom he had made: "You shall dwell here," said he. "Your name shall be Queets." Then Q'waeti reached the Hoh people. He saw that these people walked on their hands carrying their smelt nets between their legs. At that time all the Hoh people walked on their hands. They were called the Upside Down people. Since that time the Upside Down people were known as the first people who had existed. Then Q'waeti turned right side up the ones who walked on their hands. "You shall use your feet to walk," said Q'waeti to the former Upside Down people. "Go and fish. You shall catch much fish when you fish." Ever since then there is much smelt at Hoh. Then Q'waeti went on and reached the Hausa land. He saw two wolves. There were no people here. Then Q'waeti transformed the wolves into people. Then he instructed the people saying: "The common man will have only one wife. Only a chief may have four or more wives. For this reason, you Hausa shall be brave because you come from wolves," said Q'waeti. "In every manner, you shall be strong." I close the book and pull out a different book. It is red in colour and the ink is thick and blue. "The Child Eater" is the title. I lean against the bookshelf and open it up. Here lived once a big woman named Dask'iya. She was an evil woman who stole innocent children from their loving families and takes them to Yaq'ilis creek (Dry River in Barbarian country). She gathers the children together by the river in a cave. Here, Dask'iya would cook the children. She built a large fire on stones and tended to it with rocks and sticks she found in the forest. Dask'iya would broil the children on her special fire. But before Dask'iya would broil them, she would put gum into their eyes so that they could not see anything. One day she stole many children and took them out to the creek. Then she heated the stones in which she was going to use to broil the children and feast upon them. The children were standing around the fire with the gum covering their eyes, cowering in fear. Many nightmares had come to them about the Child Eater and now it was really happening to them. One older girl--afraid but daring--warmed her hands in order to melt the gum that was stuck to her eyes while Dask'iya danced and sang around the fire. "The fire is getting hot," she sang merrily. "The rocks are almost ready!" The young girl finally melted the gum and opened her eyes. Dask'iya hadn't noticed the little girl and continued on singing and dancing around the fire. When Dask'iya was in front of the little girl, she pushed Dask'iya into the fire. The little girl watched as Dask'iya burned quickly because there was nothing but gum in the fire, and listened to the agonizing screams of the woman After Dask'iya burned completely, the girl warmed her shaking hands once more and melted the gum off of all of the other children's' eyes. All of the boys and girls opened their eyes again and ran back home to tell the story of the little girl's triumph in killing the Child Eater. I slam the book shut when I hear footsteps coming closer towards me. Suddenly I feel a strong hand on my arm, yanking me upwards. "What do you think you're doing?" I don't recognize his voice as Abigor's. I'm terrified and afraid. When I look into the eyes of the person that had attacked me, I see that it is Iron Coyote. When he notices the terrified expression on my face, he laughs evilly. I don't say anything; I'm still in shock. "Didn't the king tell you not to come into the private family library?" he hisses at me, his black eyes narrowing. I push away from him, getting his filthy hands off of my flesh. "Don't touch me, beast," I hiss at him. "What are you doing up here?" Amusement mixed with anger flash in his eyes. "I could ask you the same exact thing." Iron Coyote was supposed to be at the meeting with Abigor. After all, he is one of Abigor's men. I try to leave, but he pushes me against one of the bookshelves and pins my arms above my head. "Let me go!" I scream at him. He sighs and tilts his head as if contemplating whether or not he should let me go. "Hmm, let me think. No!" He laughs when I growl at him. "So, whose side are you really on, Tiger Claw?" When his face draws closer to mine, I struggle more. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" He's so close to me that I can feel his lips turn upwards into a smile on my skin. "I am afraid not." I decide not to provoke him. He's got the upper hand on me and Abigor can't protect me while he's at the other end of the castle. "I am on your side. Why do you think I gave you the information about Bellechester if I was not?" He chuckles slow and deep. "Because quite frankly, little one, I don't trust you." I almost want to laugh. He doesn't trust me. This has to be a joke. "Fuck you," I tell him. I've never been one to curse, but this time my feelings just cried out for some form of expression. He smiles wide, the sides of his cheeks pulling up greatly. "Maybe I'll let you if you behave and be a good little girl." Then he thrusts his pelvis against my core. I can't help myself when I begin to scream and beat him with my wrists. Iron Coyote wrestles me back towards the bookcase again. "You bastard," I hiss at him. "You can rot in hell for all I care!" He laughs and thrusts himself against me one more time. "Then you're coming with me, darling Eliza. If I find out that you're a goddamned spy or selling us out, I will personally end you, despite the pleas of my brother." The look on my face makes him throw his head back and laugh again. That's when I find my perfect opportunity to hurt him. My fist darts out and hits that long stretch of neck muscles, causing him to go down in an instant. My blow knocks the breath out of his body. He writhes on the floor, trying desperately to suck in some air. My eyes blazed with fury as I see him there flopping around like a fish. "You…*cough* kariya!" he chokes out. He's trying to get up and it finally occurs to me that I should probably run. At least now that I know I didn't kill him. I turn on my heel and dart down the hall, my cloak flying off in the process. I don't have time to stop and turn and grab it, since Iron Coyote's hot on my heels. I turn a corner and hide behind a little divot in the wall, watching as he darts down the hall past me, muttering curses along the way. I can protect myself without Abigor's help…at least this time, I could. Once Iron Coyote is out of sight, I creep back to get my cloak and then scurry back to my room. 0o0o0o0o Since I'd been able to escape from Iron Coyote, I've been feeling a little bit more confident about my keeping. Abigor doesn't come back until really late when it's darker than dark outside and awfully cold. I'm huddled by the fire, trying to keep warm while drinking a cup of warm tea. He sits on his chair and reaches out to touch my head. "How did you fare without me?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders and take another sip. "Fine." That's all I choose to say. I don't want to say anything about his brother and I because I'm afraid he'll feel burdened by me and will never let me roam the halls alone again because of the nagging fear of his brother coming to claim me. I know that I can protect myself. He shrugs off his animal skin pants and shirt. "And what did you explore tonight?" he asks me. His clothes land near my person as he strips down into something more comfortable. Iron Coyote had said it was a private library and I don't know if Abigor will become angry with me for venturing there. Yet again, he hadn't told me it was off-limits to me. "A library," I finally say. "I read about some old Hausa legends and one about a vicious child-eater. I forget her name…I believe it starts with a D, though." His brows raise and the corner of his lips juts up. "Dask'iya?" he questions. I nod my head. "Yes, that's it." "My father used to read me those stories when I was a young boy," he whispers, reaching for a glass of wine. "He said that if I misbehaved or failed to please his wishes, Dask'iya would come after me and broil the flesh from my bones." I make a face at him. "That's a horrid threat." He laughs a little. "Yes, I suppose. But it made me work much harder." He pauses, seeing the distressed look on my face. "Er…Elizabella?" "Yes?" "You are…on our side, correct?" I sigh. "By our side you mean your side, don't you?" I look up at him. He looks a little shocked but interested in what I have to say. "If I am to be your mistress, I have no choice in sides. But if I am to be your love, then I must choose sides based on what my heart tells me I should do." Abigor swallows thickly and looks at me in wonder. "And…what does your heart tell you that you should do?" I tear my eyes away from the fire and look back at him in the seat that he sits upon. "My heart tells me that I should choose my love." "And you love me?" "Of course I love you," I reply with a smile. I kiss his hand when he reaches out to touch me again. 0o0o0o0o C ORDELL'S POV I can't help it. I still love her. The last time ever I saw her face was days before the barbarians struck my lover's village and I rode out of town to attend to some businesses with King Phillip. My father Blake had always been close friends with the king, and before his death, I was merely looked upon as an "unworthy." But now since I am the heir to all of my father's riches, the king calls upon me regularly to help him with certain matters. From time to time I find myself still thinking of her beautiful freckled face, wild curls framing a heart-shaped face and big, pretty doe eyes. No woman in the whole entire kingdom could have matched her beauty. The last sighting of my precious Elizabella was told by a house servant. He said that two barbarian warriors were carrying off my Elizabella and one of the housemaids into the forest. And that was entirely five months ago. So I went to King Phillip and demanded part of his army come help land an attack on the Stauckana Barbarians so I could win back my woman. He denied me at first, but I thought up a different strategy. I told him of how the barbarians harboured the Silvertongue charm, the one that could help us decipher the Book of Azazel. The Book of Azazel—everyone knows the story. It is the book with a mysterious unknown language that can only be deciphered with the help of the Silvertongue. Only then would King Phillip…or me…gain world domination. If I gained world domination, I would snatch Elizabella out of the thieving barbarian's greasy mitts and then spit in his face. I would imprison every single barbarian and treat them as slaves, making them work in fields and whipping them whenever I fancied to. I would make them pay for all of the destruction and pain that damned race has caused. When I finally convinced King Phillip of these strategies, he gave his daughter, Princess Sera, to the neighbouring kingdom (or queendom) of Pateros. The sickly son of the queen, Prince Titus would marry Princess Sera and form an alliance. Then, with our combined armies, we would attack Stauckana and defeat them. We have artillery that they have never seen before—cannons and catapults and our famous three-pronged sword. We have our champion fighter, a real-life giant named Brom who can snap the necks of men like a child can pick grass from the dirt. Their arrows, spears and torches of fire will do them no good when they are fighting this war. I kick another log into the fire to keep it going. The night grows colder and more bitter as winter draws near. "Cordell," my young sister Cordelia Mason speaks. "Why do you keep the windows open? You will catch a cold and wither like a flower shrouded in darkness." She shuts them and draws the curtains over them. She lets out a distressed sigh and rubs her arms. "I shan't catch a cold, sweet sister," I whisper. "Hearing the whipping wind whistle delicately through the trees reminds me of her voice." Cordelia looks at me momentarily before groaning and joining me on the long couch. "Why do you still think of the wench, brother?" she asks me. "If barbarians carried her off then she is either dead or being mounted like a hound does his bitch at this very moment." I cringe, finding that I don't like how Cordelia says such things. "I don't want to hear those words come out of your mouth ever again," I growl at her. "Elizabella is alive and she is well. She has promised herself to me." My sister laughs humorlessly. "Do you still think she has kept her promise?" I don't know what to say. My mouth hangs slack until I realize that I'm doing so and shut it. "Of course I think she kept her—" "Even with all of those men there? They must have already raped her, brother. They keep those women and slaves there just for the purpose of mounting them." Cordelia says matter-of-factly. I refuse to believe that all my hard work has gone to waste just because my sister believes that my one true love is a whore and would not fight to keep her virtue for me. "She has kept her promise!" I boom at her, fed up by all of the negativity. Cordelia jumps a little, her beautiful red hair falling into her eyes. "And what if she hasn't?" My fists clench at my sides. "I will drive my dagger through the man that has taken it from her. I will watch as his eyes scream of death and blood bubbles from his unyielding lips. Yes, that is what I shall do." I see Cordelia's eyes shining with mirth and amusement. It bothers me. Everything she says and does bothers me tonight. "Get out." I say to her. She looks surprised., but she still hasn't moved an inch from where she was sitting. "Oh Cordell, you know I was only trying to—" I cock my head and look at her like she is a dog with three heads. "Are you daft, woman? Or are you just stupid? I said get out!" Cordelia huffs and picks up her skirt. She pompously points her nose towards the sky and rushes past me. "Well I'm quite sorry that you can't handle the truth when it's laid out before you as clear as day!" Betroth I stand behind him in the chilly morning breeze, my fingers entwined in his hair, weaving it into a braid for him. It seems like forever since I'd touched those glorious, silky black stands. It's unseasonably cold this morning, but Abigor insists on having the windows left open. The people are up early this morning as well, for I can hear them bustling about the villages. I tie the end of Abigor's braid with a strip of cowhide leather and let it fall down his back. He turns around slightly and flashes me a brilliant white smile. "Thank you," he says in that deep, husky accent that I've come to treasure. I nod my head and smile at him. He wears a fur vest that shows teasing glimpses of his bronze, muscled chest and deerskin pants that will keep his bulky legs warm. I am wearing spotted deerskin pants with fluffy sheepskin boots to warm my feet. I also wear a cosy deerskin top, with my hair intricately braided on either side of my head. He looks at me intently for one moment before giving a small smile. "You look beautiful." I find that my face reddens when he compliments me. He's complimented me so many times before, but the look in his eyes makes sparks fly down to my core. "Do you…like the clothes?" He pulls me closer, a smirk showing on his lips. His hands find my ass and he squeezes me hard. My pelvis instinctively juts forward and my skin touches his lips. "It's not the clothes I like, 'Eliza." His fingers dip below the waistband of my pants and pull them down a little further, his lips exploring further. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and the heat pulsating in my core. I take a deep breath to get a grip on myself. "That feels nice," I muse to myself, kind of oblivious to his presence. He chuckles against me. "Let's take 'em off, then." With a sharp yank, my pants lay at my ankles. I eagerly step out of them, his hands spanning my hips. He takes one hand off of my hips to touch my hot mound, slipping one of his fingers through the moistened cleft. I lean my head against his chest as he moves over to sit in his bearskin chair by the fire. He unties his breechcloth and lets his cock hang out, standing tall and weeping at the tip. I draw in a shaky breath. He sees my hesitation and nudges me on. "Go ahead. Touch me, honey." Almost instantly, my hand juts out and I grasp his cock tightly, revelling in the texture of the smooth, hot column of flesh. As soon as my thumb slides over the spongey, wet head, he inserts a finger inside of me and presses down hard on that certain spot that makes me feel so good. I cry out and press myself against him. ABIGOR'S POV Her walls clench around my finger as I pump it in and out of her tight channel. My eyes blacken with lust, feeling her draped over my body, moaning softly in my ear as I do my best to pleasure her. The men aren't usually keen on pleasuring their women, but I find that I like doing it more than any of them ever had and ever will. Her tiny, white hand strokes up and down my cock, dragging fire through my veins with each little moan and jerk of her hand. I buck up into her hand, trying to feel her more, take her in more. She pulls back, curls framing her beautiful face. She's out of breath. I can see it in her eyes, she's close. I can't help but bite my lip at the sight. A burst of pleasure-pain goes through me as the scene before me unfolds. "Tell me how much you like it," I whisper softly, my voice husky with lust. "C'mon, honey, tell me." She lets out a loud moan as her walls continue to tighten around me. "Oh, I like it a lot." All of the sudden, I make a quick decision. I remove my hand from her heat and she collapses and groans in reaction to the loss of my touch. It makes me feel fucking amazing when I know I can do that to her. There's no one in the room, so I decide that I wanna submit to her and get down on my knees. She backs up, rubbing her thighs together while trying to get some friction down there. "What are you doing?" she asks me, her voice feathery and breathy. I don't answer her right away. I wrap my arms around her waist and stand up with her in my arms, taking those steps to my bed. I throw her down on the bed sheets and spread her legs wide open. I don't even hesitate to ask her what she wants, I just dive right in. When I kiss her there and hear that sweet moan, I can instantly feel myself becoming more and more aroused. "You're so wet," I moan out loud, tasting her juices on my tongue. She cries out when I press my whole mouth onto those sweet, pink lips and suck them into my mouth, flashing my tongue out between them when she bucks up against me. "Oh, fuck." I slap her ass and watch the spot there turns bright red. Her breathing speeds up as I lap my tongue over her clit, feeling her thighs clench around my head. "That's it," I moan against her. "Cum for me." I can tell that she likes when I talk that way to her because as soon as I told her to, she cries out loudly, her pleasure coming crashing down on her. Wetness coats my lips and I taste her sweet, nectar on my tongue, licking her and sucking her to revel in it all. She's my woman. I'm the one to make her cum, and I'll be the only one. She lays against the pillows, her chest heaving with the breaths that she takes. "Gods above, Abigor…" she whispers. I crawl up her body, my cock resting against her wet cleft. "Taste yourself on my tongue," I instruct her before dipping my head and kissing her lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She grasps at my ass, pulling me forward. I don't resist her touch. She rubs our genitals together, the friction becoming worse. I throw my head back and moan loudly. "Gods, I want to fuck you. You gonna let me?" She bucks her hips against me again, grinding her wetness against my hard erection. "Please. Please, I'm going to let you." I pull back to look at her. "Mmm. I like you begging." 0o0o0o0o ELIZA'S POV After our passionate round of lovemaking, I've dressed again and am sitting by the fire to warm myself up before going out into the open. I have my bread in my hand and a piece of chocolate in the other. My appetite lately has been rather unruly. He looks at me from where he's sitting in his seat. I'm sprawled on the floor with bits of chocolate melting in my hand. "Want some?" I ask him. He shakes his head, leaning back in the chair. I take it as an invitation to eat the rest, and I hurriedly do before he decides to change my mind. Abigor bursts out laughing at my slob behaviour, throwing his head back and shaking his head. My face heats up instantly and I grab the handkerchief, wiping at the corners of my mouth. "Don't you keep laughing at me like that," I mock-scold him. " "Oh Eliza, you don't even know it, do you?" I look back at him with interest, raising one eyebrow in confusion. "What don't I know, huh?" "That you're pregnant." It catches me off guard and his words seem to physically push me backwards. "I beg your pardon?" I ask. My heart begins to pound in my chest, blood rushing all the way up to my ears and turning my face a shade of pink. What is he talking about? How would he know if I was pregnant? He points to my deerskin shirt expectantly and then points to the ground. "Take that off, Elizabella." My eyes widen. Is he angry with me now? "But—" "Just do as I say." Heart pounding and mind racing, I draw the shirt up over my head, revealing my naked chest to him. He's fighting the urge to touch me, I can see it in his eyes when I look down at him. "I don't understand what this is for," I whisper over the crackle of the fireplace and the voice of the wind. "I am not with child." He frowns and looks up at me. "When did you last bleed then?" he asks me. I furrow my brows and begin to think. I count the months before gaping at him. "It's been two months now, Tiger Claw. Did you really think that I fail to notice the changes in your body when I have seen every inch of it?" My eyes widen and I clutch at my stomach, needing to sit down in the chair. The concern on his face is evident as mine begins to pale considerably. The horrible stories of men discarding their women because she was pregnant are certainly not rare in this kingdom. I'm worried, and as the words rush out, I can't really stop them. "I am so sorry. Please, my king, you must forgive me." He looks at me like I've just uttered the words of the devil. "What are you mumbling? Do not apologize to me!" He moves closer towards me, kneeling on the floor near my chair. "I wanted you pregnant. It is why I did not pull out when my release came." He places a hand on my breast and squeezes lightly. I hiss at him and bat his hand away pettily. "That hurts," I say weakly. He smirks to himself. "Another sign. Breast tenderness is always a factor. Remember that I was with my sister throughout her pregnancy." Abigor tells me. I clutch my shirt to my chest and slide my hand over my belly. "Well…why? Why did you choose to impregnate me?" I am curious to ask, looking up at him with my eyes sparkling with wonder. This question would have made any man squirm nervously in his seat, but not Abigor. He looks me dead on with an expression that shows he's not ashamed of what he did—he's proud of himself. "Because I wanted you to have my children. Plain and simple." Me. He wanted me to have his children so he purposefully didn't pull out. One one hand I'm relieved that he planned it, but on the other hand, this makes me kind of angry. "So I am stuck with your illegitimate child all my life? This child shall be looked down upon just because of my title. What if I wanted to get married someday after your escapades with me were finished? You will marry another woman, make her your queen, and you will leave me behind so that I may taste your dust as you pedal down the road with her!" His face reddens at my words; he seems rather upset about my theories. "You will never marry, Elizabella." Abigor's voice is firm and authoritative and I can't help it—I begin to cry, the tears streaming down my cheeks. "So that's it?" I cry. I'm blinded by my anger and can't really control what comes out of my mouth—or what I say to the king. "You wish to keep me as your mistress for the rest of my lowly life?" My bad habit comes around again. I'd been so good about not scratching myself because I hadn't been unhappy or stressed in a very long time, but alas, my nails find my skin and draw blood. His eyes widen and he wrestles my arms to my side, growling when my blood drips onto his hands. "You didn't let me finish!" he roars at me. I instantly quiet down. "You will never marry, Elizabella…you will never marry anyone but me. And that child in your stomach will be my heir!" The pain from scratching my skin comes as blood rolls down my arms, but I don't acknowledge it. He is clutching my hands, kneeling at my sides, submitting to me. Yes…me. I remember what Cassandra said on my first day in Stauckana. "If a warrior wants to marry a harem girl, she cannot refuse." But this was him demanding my hand, my heart, and my body. This was him securing my hopes and dreams of creating a family with a loving husband and naked little boys and sweet girls—but it is just a little different from how I'd originally dreamt it. And he waits for my answer on pins and needles, hoping for the best. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Because if it is, then I shall never forgive you for it." He lets out a relieved huff of laughter, leaning back on his haunches. "It is no joke. You are my love. I already told you that I cannot live without you. I have already claimed you, mate claimed you…and now I have my son in your stomach." He tugs away the shirt and slithers his unnaturally hot hand over my belly. The warmth is soothing. "I shall marry you, and make you my queen." I stare at him, unable to comprehend his actions. Abigor wraps his free hand around my neck and pulls my head towards his, lips colliding with mine. Our lips move in sync together with a passion that could move mountains, the little fantasy lingering there until he pulls away and kisses down my neck, through the valley of my breasts and all the way down until he reaches my navel. I bite my lip and fight the urge to moan when his tongue dips into my belly button, swirling around the little indentation before planting a kiss directly beside it. I gasp when his arms suddenly rise up from their place on my knees and wrap around my waist. He holds me tightly, his head against my stomach. He listens to the sound of my breathing as I gently stroke his hair. "I shall announce it tonight. You shall become my wife before the end of the week." His voice vibrates against me. "We shall have a grand wedding, and then the whole world will know you are mine." 0o0o0o0o The word of Dances With Wolves' betrothal to me has spread like wildfire all over the kingdom. Men and women have been coming up to me and they kiss my hand as if I were already a royal. The treatment has been larger than life for me. Abigor has ordered that my chair is situated next to his at the end of the table. When the servants said that the previous queen's dining throne had been ruined with the ages, he'd ordered a newer, more splendid one to be built in his soon-to-be-new wife's honour. At breakfast, Iron Coyote has ordered the harem girls to come down and entertain the men at the table. Abigor didn't object, but I figured it wouldn't bother me as long as none of them danced provocatively for him. I sit at the edge of the table, watching Cassandra, Athenodora, Arlena and Katalina twirl around the room in their fancy silks. Ivona sits on Iron Coyote's lap, feeding him grapes right from the vine. He wears a golden collar that covers a good part of his neck. I narrow my eyes at it. "What is that thing that he wears around his neck?" I ask Abigor, leaning towards him. In return, he snorts and shakes his head. "An injury," Abigor says to me. "Supposedly it's badly bruised, but he's too ashamed to show anyone but his whore. Ivona was the one that told me." I look back at Iron Coyote with my eyes widened. Bruised? "Was it…" I lick my lips. "Fist-sized?" He nods his head. "Think so. Why?" My face turns unbearably red and I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. "No reason at all." The moment that my bowl of soup is placed in front of me, I grab my spoon and dig in. The savoury taste of the rabbit is almost more than my taste buds can handle. "I haven't said anything about the pregnancy yet," Abigor whispers to me. "I don't want to announce the news just yet." I shrug my shoulders. "Well, alright. I won't say anything if you don't. Just tell me when, okay?" He nods and picks up his wooden spoon and dips it into his stew. The musicians in the background start playing on their drums and flutes and stringed instruments, creating a lovely piece of music to listen to while chatting and eating at the dinner table. Drinks of Waterfall has also publicly announced his marriage to Michelle as well, successfully earning her a ticket out of the harem and into his headquarters as a warrior's wife. Their child would come soon, and that child would be well looked after due to his mother and father's titles. The warmth inside the huge room circulates as the men light yet another fire to keep the cold of the oncoming winter out. Some of my tight fitted clothes prove to be no longer wearable now that I am eating much more to feed the child growing inside of my belly. Abigor has ordered new clothes to be made for me from the seamstresses. Everyone has noticed the grand ring that I have on my finger. It was his mother's, a beautiful yellow-orange topaz stone sitting atop a shining golden band. The ring matches my symbolic necklace. As I chew a carrot from the soup, I look over at my soon-to-be husband. He chews on the rabbit, his powerful jaw muscles crushing the meat between his strong, white teeth. His silky black braid hands down his back, a few wisps of hair framing his beautifully unearthly face. Those intense black eyes stare forward across the room, jet black eyelashes making him look somewhat 'pretty' while never taking his sheer masculinity away from him. Abigor, Dances With Wolves, will be my husband, and I will be his queen. The child inside me will be the prince. I would have outright laughed if one of the local "witches" in my village predicted my future from her crystal ball saying that I would one day willingly marry the barbarian king. When I look at him again, he catches me and enchants me with a small smile. "What is it?" he asks softly. I tilt my head to the side. "It's nothing. You're just…I don't know. You're sort of beautiful," I say, completely dazzled by his irresistible charm. He snorts. "That's not what I was looking for, but…thank you, my love." Abigor winks at me, his eyes growing lustful. 'My love'. That was definitely the first time he'd called me that, actually meaning something. My heart speeds up and I turn back to my stew so that he won't see the dark red blush painting my cheeks. He squints in the firelight before grinning again. He's seen it anyways. "You, Tiger Claw, are most beautiful. Do not hide your blush from me. I see all. I am Dances With Wolves, your mighty king and husband." Husband. That's the keyword that I'd never thought I'd hear come out of his mouth…at least when he was speaking to me. He slips a finger under my chin and pulls my face up so that my eyes connect with his. "Kiss me." It is not a request. It is a command. I lean closer to him, kissing his lips tenderly with my own. As I am about to pull away, he grabs my face tighter and pulls me back in for a more satisfying kiss, one with plenty of tongue and saliva and passion. He tastes of wine and rabbit stew. I pull away finally, laughter dying on my lips. It doesn't take long to notice the stares from the people at the table around us. Some smile, some blush and some look away in embarrassment from being caught. Abigor just keeps eating his soup, his abnormally hot hand resting on mine. He has no sense of embarrassment. He only takes pride in the things he has conquered. And he has, undoubtedly, conquered me. "Na yi ta na da kyau, na'am," Abigor speaks up in his native tongue. It sounds so rough and manly when he says the words. "Amma idan wani daga gare ku kiyaye staring a inda zan mace kamar cewa, shi ke tabbace yake cewa ba za ka so a sakamakon. (I realize she is a beauty, yes. But if any of you keep staring at my woman like that, it's guaranteed that you won't like the consequences.) I hear a few gasps as people look away from me instantly. My eyes widen and I look at Abigor. He keeps his eyes locked on his stew, but squeezes my hand tightly to acknowledge me. The kitchen servants enter the room with more plates of food. There are bread and wine on the carts. The set the trays all the way down the long table and then scurry away to stand at the doorway. Abigor pours himself a glass of wine and takes a slice of bread. Then he stands, immediately silencing every mouth in the room. "Ina so in ba da shawara a maku yabo na sabuwar matarsa ." He says. (I would like to propose a toast to my new wife.) The people grab their slices of bread and their wine almost instantly. I look around and do the same. I don't want to feel like the outcast. He looks down and smiles at me. "To mai girma sabon zamanin mulkin, to nake kauna, Sarauniya, da kuma na da karfi dan hawa, a ciki." (To a new great reign, to my beautiful queen, and to my son riding in her stomach.) My eyes widen and I instantly gasp. Everyone begins to cheer at the table, shouting their congratulations to me. I thought he just said that he was going to wait! Abigor shoots me a satisfied look that says, 'Well, I lied.' He grabs my hand and stands me up with him, turning me to the side and smoothing his hand over my swelling stomach. I can feel my face reddening, but I know he's only showing me off. The people stomp twice before ripping their bread in half, dipping it into the wine and sinking their teeth into it. "A maku yabo!" they all cry out. It means a toast. I sit back down in my seat, gulping down my nervousness. "What happened to waiting? And telling me so I wouldn't look like a complete fool?" He grabs me again and kisses me in a frenzy of lust and passion, trying to wipe my mind from my annoyance. It works for the most part. "I felt like saying it. You're mine in every way possible, and it's kind of hard for me not to flaunt you." That comment makes me laugh. I shake my head at him. "You're relentless." He shrugs his shoulders. "And you love it." Skin I sit in my chair near the fire, watching Michelle and the other palace ladies knit blankets as a recreational activity. Winter's been progressing faster and it's our duty to knit blankets and. It's about four o' clock, but it's darkening quickly. I haven't heard from the men since dinner, and Abigor's been in meetings a lot of the afternoon to talk about the war. The artillery project is coming along well. Cannons are being built, as well as catapults. And they're being tested in the secluded forests surrounding the back of Castle Rock. Abigor is pleased with how they are working and he is even more sure that our chances of winning the war have gone up. I look up from my knitting as I hear heavy footsteps enter the room. It's Abigor, and three of his other men. He looks directly at me. "We are going hunting in the Forest of Thieves. Now that it is getting colder, the caribou and the deer are migrating down further to find more food." I nod my head and toy with the skirt over my legs. "Okay. Will you be back before dark?" I ask him. He glances out of the window at the setting sun and the darkening sky. "I shall be back before dark. I shall bring home dinner." He smiles at me and strokes a hot fingertip down my cheek. I lean into his cheek and kiss his wrist. "Will you wait for me?" He grins at me, revealing those perfect, straight teeth. "I will always wait for you," I say to him, laughing at his impishness. "Now get going, you oaf. Catch us some dinner." Abigor plants a kiss on my cheek and rubs my growing stomach. "I will bring something for our son." Three Horses says something to Abigor about the time, and he nods his head, pulling away from me. I wave to him as he leaves. Drinks Of Waterfall kisses Michelle tenderly and then quickly follows after Abigor. "You certainly do have the king wrapped around your pinky finger," Arlena comments with a clever smile playing on her pink lips. She is Grey Hawk's woman, lavished with jewels and has her face painted with makeup. She smells of fancy oils and creams that only the "noble women" have the privilege of wearing. "I think we can all safely agree that the king has never let his guard down as when he is with you." I blush, looking down at the wine red scarf I'm knitting. "He is kind," I say to them all. When I look up, I can see Ivona frowning at me. She's developed a certain dislike towards me ever since she could see Iron Coyote's attraction towards me. The jealousy gleams green in her eyes and makes her face twist into an ugly expression. She huffs before returning to her knitting. Michelle, with her stomach protruding as she is in her fifth month of pregnancy, is having trouble seeing the item she is knitting below her. Drinks Of Waterfall has had their wedding already in the privacy of the local church. Abigor had given him permission to wed her and he wanted to do it without all of the fuss of a large, grand wedding. They invited no one except the priest to marry them. They never take their eyes off of each other. They are truly the deepest in love. Unlike Drinks of Waterfall, Abigor plans to have his wedding be known to every soul on the continent. Everyone will know that he is marrying me, and everyone will see my hand in his on our wedding day. To him, it is the grandest claim speech a man can have; and now everyone will know that I am his and he is mine. Michelle wears the little silver band around her finger quite proudly. It shines in the firelight, occasionally clinking against her sewing needle when she manoeuvres it around the yarn. "Has Dances With Wolves made many preparations for the wedding?" Camellia asks me under the curtain of her long black hair. She bites a string in two with her sharp white teeth. Camellia is White Fire Sun's woman. White Fire sun is much older than her but loves her the same. He has seen about twenty-six summers whereas she has seen only seventeen. I nod my head, my eyes instinctively widening. "There is not a peasant in the village that is not preparing a gift for us; that is what the king said to me." I laugh a little. "It's odd, being looked up to as a queen when I wear no crown upon my head." The women all nod, their heads bobbing as they knit ferociously. "You are respected as a queen before you wear the crown because you carry the king's child in your stomach," Ivona says, her voice a little standoffish and harsh, saying it in such a way as if it is the only reason why I am respected. Arlena shoots Ivona a warning glare before turning back to me with a smile stretched on her face. "You wear the prized topaz. Everyone knows the story of the topaz, and every woman in the entire kingdom has had hopes and dreams at some point of being the individual that could wear said jewel around her neck." She blushes in the firelight, clutching her scarf to her heart. "Even I have had the dreams, Tiger Claw." This conversation has quickly become awkward for me as I finally realize how many women truly pant over Abigor and dream of being the diamond in his eye. I resort to saying nothing, just looking down to see my handiwork. The scarf is almost finished. A gust of freezing cold wind blows in through the open window next to us. We all shiver, resulting in Michelle jumping up and waddling over to shut it. "This winter wind is merciless," Arlena grumbles, rubbing her shoulders in discomfort. "All this talk of war is making me rather unsettled." The ladies all nod their heads in agreement. "I am afraid for Iron Coyote's life. He is the one to lead the armies into battle, and the enemies always want to take down the captains first," Ivona whines to the group, but no one seems to care. They have all been at the brunt of the aggressive prince's wrath and have no positive feelings towards him. Camellia nods. "All of our men will be joining the war. There is an equal risk that we might lose our lovers." She chews her lip and looks down at her knees. "Nobody likes a war. But if it's necessary, then I suppose we must prepare ourselves the best we can for the worst." I frown. All this talk of war makes me feel quite sullen. Michelle is cradling her stomach as she tries to focus on her knitting but I can see that she's trying to hide the fact that she's feeling rather ill. "I think I shall retire…to my room." She says, her voice strained a little. As the ladies resume talking about how terrifying and real the war is, I decide to follow Michelle to escape back to my own chambers. She hears me scurrying behind her and stops to talk to me. "I heard about your baby and Abigor's marriage proposal. Congratulations to you, Elizabella." I blush in the darkness and nod my head. "Thank you. And how has your pregnancy been?" "Rocky," Michelle replies. "I must get up at ungodly hours of the morning to retch into the chamber pots due to my nausea. Tristan feels horrid because there's nothing he can do, but it's okay. All I need from him is support and I'm getting plenty of that from him. He is so loving." We begin to walk down the dark hallways, our dresses dragging against the cold tile of the floor. "Abigor? Likewise. When we first came here he was superior, intimidating, and cold towards me…now he treats me as if I am his exact equal. Can you believe it, Michelle? Me, the queen of the Barbarian country." She chuckles lightly. "And me, a lowly peasant maid turned high-class, wealthy wife of a nobleman. I would never have thought that those words would appear in my title." We both laugh at our little revelation. We kiss each other goodbye on the cheek as we part separate ways down two different hallways. One I reach Abigor's room, I collapse on the bed, burying my face in the pillows. I'm exhausted and the war has tired me even more. Without planning it, I fall into a deep sleep just before dinner. 0o0o0o0o I wake to the sound of rustling in the corner of my room. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a huge grey figure moving around beside me. It looks like a giant wolf. I gasp and scatter to the end of my bed. As soon as I do this, it catches his attention and he turns around. "I didn't mean to startle you," he laughs a little at my wide-eyed expression. "I am home now, honey." I nod my head before trailing my eyes upwards onto the pelt he wears on his back. Surely it is not a wolf because of the sheer size…but by the look of the face, it cannot be a bear either. "What in the name of Azazel do you wear upon your head and back?" "Ah." He reaches up behind himself and pulls the animal skin cloak off of his pack. The animal is fully intact, with the head eyes and teeth very existent. The paws and the claws hand at its side. "A giant wolf from northern territories. Tried to attack us, and Iron Coyote drove a spear through its belly before I could stop him." I look at the dead animal with fascination. "It is a beautiful wolf." He nods his head and lays it down on his chair. "Black Bear is quite victorious this evening. He, himself, caught a bear that just happened to be black. He says it is a gift from the gods." Abigor chuckles and shakes his head. "We caught three deer and two caribou for tonight's supper." I move to sit at the edge of the bed, pulling my warm shawl over my shoulders. I look down at my feet, my hair spilling in front of my eyes. "You provide well for us," I whisper. He grins before turning around to strip naked out of wet, snow-filled boots and breechcloth. As he bends down slightly, his black hair sweeps off to the side and reveals another bloody gash along his scar-covered back. I gasp and jump to my feet. He jumps slightly before turning around to look at me with a confused look in his eyes. My shawl falls to the ground and the strap of my silk dress slides down my shoulder. I'm gazing at his glorious naked body, the valleys between his copper muscles, the tautness of his backside. "I see you are enjoying the view." There's no doubt in my mind that I'm enjoying the view. I have to inhale to grasp hold of my breath again and tell him what I truly mean to tell him and stop looking like I want sex from him. "You…you're bleeding." His amusement falls away as concern takes over. "Where?" I point a shaky finger. It's rather deep and blood gushes from the wound. "On your back," I say. "How do you not feel that, Abigor?" I walk to him, touching my fingers to his skin. When our skin meets, I'm the one to pull away first. My fingertip sizzles. His eyes widen as he reaches out, grabbing my hand in order to inspect the wound. There is a bright red patch on the tip of my finger and it stings. He's burned me, and the expression on his face shows how clearly horrified he is. I see some cloth in the corner and I rush to pick it up. I press it to the wound and watch as the white colour of the rag quickly fades into a deep crimson. "Your temperature is raging," I say to him, trying to stop the bleeding from his wound. "And this wound is so big that even the tallest giant would have felt it! How do you work? I do not understand." His face is red and steam rolls off of his skin. "It's okay." I want to laugh. "It's okay?!" I toss the bloodied rag into the laundry basket and pick up a new, clean one to dab at his wound with. "This isn't okay. You need to go to the medic, or the healer and—" Abigor moves away from me and retreats towards the bed. "Just leave it alone," he murmurs, his naked body glistening with sweat. I shake my head violently. "You can't leave it alone, Abigor! You could die from the amount of blood you're losing and, at this rate, you'll be dead before dinner!" He whirls around, his sweet brown eyes no longer pleading with me—his eyes have turned black and his face is menacing. "I said just leave it alone!" The force of his voice physically shoves me back a few steps. My mouth falls open in shock, chills raising up my spine. He's shaking with all of the anger he feels. Every breath he takes his massive shoulders vibrate. I'm petrified. "What's going on with you? I'm so worried. Please…" My begging seems to trigger something inside of him. Instantly his face falls and those dark black eyes fall to sweet chocolate once more. "Gods, I'm sorry. I lost my temper…I haven't lost my temper in months. Please go down to dinner and wait for me there. I'll deal with the wound on my own and I'll meet you down at the dinner table." My breathing is rapid and my heart beats uncontrollably in my chest. This is the first time I've ever been afraid of the Barbarian King. I turn around slowly and make my way over to the door. As soon as I place my hand on the doorknob, he clears his throat. "Know I love you more than anything," he whispers brokenly. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that." I turn my head so that he's only visible through my peripheral vision. "I know. I love you too." And I slip out of the room, the events from just a few seconds ago still haunting my mind. 0o0o0o0o It is a half hour into the dinner service when Abigor finally arrives. I know that it is him when everyone stops talking and I hear the squeaking of chairs as people stand. He silently makes his way over to his place next to me. When he sits, he nods at everyone else to tell them that it's okay to proceed to eat. He leans over and kisses me on the cheek. His temperature is back to normal and he, himself, seems to be back to normal. I turn my head and smile at him, stroking a finger down his cheek. He's got a white cloth bandage on his back and the bleeding has stopped altogether. "Are you alright?" he asks me. He seems to notice my uneasiness and silence and it's making him anxious. "Please." He gulps a little. I nod my head and smile reassuringly at him. "I'm okay. But what I want to know is if you…" I trail off, realizing the touchy subject that's being brought up again. I gulp and shake my head. "Never mind." "No, I know." Abigor rips into caribou meat with his teeth. "You shouldn't worry. It's just another scar." Then he laughs darkly. "Like I don't already have enough." I lick my lips and use my fork to spear one of the long, green beans drenched in delectable sauce. I don't necessarily know what to say to that sort of remark; with him joking about the numerous times his father had whipped him. I finish eating my dinner quickly but I stay by Abigor's side as he is still eating. With his permission, people start to leave the table. Black Bear and his sister Radiant Moon come and sit near us. Black Bear looks a little detached but Radiant Moon is very interested in talking to me. "I am coming to your wedding," she says to me with a bright smile on her face. "You have big, beautiful cake and decor…decorations like lights. I makin' your wedding dress, Tiger Claw. Gonna be beautiful." I smile at her and nod my head. "I can't wait to see it. I'm sure it's quite lovely." "Lovely, yes," she repeats it back to me. "'De wedding will be 'de best anyone ever seen in Stauckana." I see Black Bear pick up his animal cloak and drape it over his shoulders. He looks proud of his catch and wears a slight grin on his face. Radiant Moon notices me staring at her brother. "I suppose he is proud of his catch," I say to her, a bit of humour laced through my voice. "Oh yes." Radiant Moon says. "He talks 'bout you all 'de time. He says you are his first female friend. 'Sides me, o' course." Black Bear looks into the mirror with a powerful look in his eyes. He is obviously proud of his catch and that he wears his victory on his back. I excuse myself from the table to go and greet him. At first, he doesn't notice me as he's admiring himself in front of the great mirror like a fascinated child. I poke the fur and he nearly jumps out of his own skin. I have broken him from his trance. "You have caught quite the animal," I tell him, stroking the smooth fur of the deceased bear. He looks at me with uneasiness in his eyes before glancing towards Abigor, who isn't even paying attention. "It is all right," I whisper. "We are friends, remember?" He swallows thickly before cracking a small smile. "Yes. I remember." He takes the pelt off and places it over my shoulders. "You look…cold." His assumption is true, but I could never accept this gift. I shake my head and pull the pelt off of my back. "You are Black Bear. This was your calling. I could never have this." I smile at him a little. He shrugs, placing the pelt back onto his back. We stand in silence for a few moments. He looks at his feet as if he does not know what to say. "You will come to the wedding, right?" I ask him. He still doesn't look at me. "Everyone comes to wedding," he whispers in his thick accent. I roll my eyes slightly. "I'm not worried about everyone. I'm worried about you, and if you're going to come." Black Bear whips around on the heel of his foot and comes face to face with me. "Why?" "Because we're friends," I murmur. "I thought we already went over this." "Oh, I forgot," he says sarcastically. "You only tol' me a hun'red time." I let out a huff of surprised laughter. He even cracks a smile at me. I turn back to go to the table. He reaches out and grabs me by the shoulders. When we lock eyes, he nods his head. "O' course I be 'dere." I smile in thanks at him and return to Abigor's side. He's giving Black Bear the death glare but the younger boy is too chipper to even notice the angry king. "Are you done?" he asks me gruffly. I furrow my eyebrows together and look at him funny. "Done what?" "Stringing that boy along," he growls. "I see how he looks at you. You're mine."' I move closer to him and stroke a finger down his heated cheek. He looks down at me from under his thick black lashes and can't help but smile at me. "I thought I've proved countless times to you that I'm yours," I say softly to him, my tiny finger tracing the outline of his jaw. He kisses my nose, calmer now. "I'm a jealous fucker, I know," he sighs, kissing the tip of my finger. "Soon enough the whole world will know that you are mine." "In two days," I whisper to him. He nods. "Two days." Bond Wedding bells ring out into the distance as the gates of Castle Rock are opened to the public. I've never been so nervous in all my life. Abigor and I haven't seen each other all day because in Barbarian country it's a custom for the bride not to see the groom. Radiant Moon brings the dress she's been working on for me to see in the afternoon. It is absolutely beautiful, but if my father saw me wearing it he'd most likely roll in his grave. The brassiere undergarment is entirely made of crystal and winds around my breast like a celestial vine, connecting in the middle with a few dangling diamonds. The bottom half is rather skimpy, a rhinestone belt connecting to a white pair of silky underwear, bedazzled with gems as well. Radiant Moon has me lift my arms up as she places somewhat transparent white silk over my shoulders and winds it around my body loosely. It does a lot more than I expected to cover me up. Then she adds a long train to the silk that I have to pick up to be able to walk with. She places a beautiful crystal anklet upon my foot, the gems stretching from my ankle all the way down to my toes. She uses a pink cream to put on my lips and have them look glossy and rose-like. As for my hair, Radiant Moon crafts it into a long braid that hangs halfway down my back. Then out of a case, she plucks two beautiful earrings and hangs them on my earlobes. Stepping back to look at her creation, Radiant Moon realizes she is very satisfied with herself. I hear a knock on my door. Radiant Moon steps away from me momentarily to open the door. In comes her brother Black Bear, wearing a smile on his face. "People are everywhere," he says in his deep husky voice. The younger man smiles. "'Dey have come to see 'dere new queen." Radiant Moon tugs on my silks a little as I step down from the pedestal she had me standing on. "Perfect," I hear her say. "You look like a clam's finest pearl." I laugh, not knowing if being a pearl is a compliment or not. Black Bear will be the one to walk me down the aisle. Abigor said that I'd needed a male escort to walk me down the aisle to him. He'd offered to give me one of his most trusted men but I politely refused because I'd already known of the perfect man to do the honour. Black Bear takes my hand and I go to look at myself in front of the mirror. "You look very beaut'ful," he whispers in his deep accent. "Are you ready to get marry?" "Married," I correct him and he smiles slightly. I take his warm, calloused hands in mine. "Yes, I am." For Black Bear, it's very symbolic. He is giving away his only female friend to his king to have forever. Black Bear leads me out of the room and into the hallway. Light pours in through open windows as we walk down the stone path, the sound of chatter getting louder gradually. I begin to shake a little. "Nervous?" he asks me, looking at my shaking arm. "No," I whisper. "Excited. And maybe a little nervous." He chuckles and leads me outside where the wedding is held. Not everyone could fit inside Castle Rock, and everyone from Stauckana travelled far and wide to see this wedding happen. The sound of drums is starting up to signal my arrival. Ahead of me, there are two, great wooden doors with golden handles. Just beyond those doors is Abigor, waiting for me, waiting to be married to me. I clench Black Bear harder. He grunts in discomfort but makes no move to separate us. We finally are standing in touching distance of those doors. And with one magnificent push, they swing open, revealing the swarms of commoners and nobles on the sides, anxiously peering around each other to see the king's wife to be and what I'm wearing. The deep, majestic sounds of the drums echo through my ears as my feet touch the cold ground. Everyone cheers me on loudly. At the end of the long path I see Abigor, his bangs pulled back and his long hair flowing around his waist in the wind. He wears only a breechcloth but his men have painted him with many symbols and tattoos, reaching from his legs to his face. In his hair sits the golden crown. Abigor has told me once that he'd never smiled purposefully in public, and that the people of his villages thought he was a loveless man because of it. But once he sees me dressed in white, and clad head to toe in sparkling crystals, the corners of his lips tug up and a slip of pearly white teeth is shown to the public eye. As I walk down the aisle, people throw petals of flowers where my feet touch the grass. Abigor looks upon me as I near him, smiling in the wake of my presence. One of the Elders has been chosen to marry us, a close friend of Abigor's father, and Black Bear's own father. Black Bear hands me off to Abigor, who holds my hands in his own. The drumming stops as the old man prepares to say something. "Mu tara a nan yau, ya shaida wa shiga na wani mutum da wata mace, ta hanyar aure shaidu. A yau za mu duba mu mai girma, Sarkin aure da kyau Tiger Claw kuma Ya tabbatar da ita wa sarauniya." (We gather here today to witness the joining of a man and a woman through marital bonds. Today we shall see our great king marry the beautiful Tiger Claw and make her his queen.) The old man places his hands on our shoulders. "Ta hanyar lokacin farin ciki da kuma bakin ciki, nan biyu za su kasance tare. Ta hanyar ruwan sama da kuma dusar kankara, ta hanyar kankara da wuta, ta hanyar cuta da kiwon lafiya ... kome ba za su iya karya su rababbe. Babu abin da za su iya raba da dangantaka da soyayya. Shin, wani rai son su tsaya da kuma ki da wannan aure?" (Through thick and thin, these two will remain together. Through rain and snow, through ice and fire, through sickness and health...nothing will be able to break them apart. Nothing will be able to sever the ties of their love. Does any soul wish to stand and object this marriage?) The Elder waits for any objections. The crowds of people are silent and stand still like wooden logs. I shoot a glance over to Black Bear, whose head is down and fingers clutch at the skin on his wrists. More Elders come under the tent in which we are standing under with berry paints. Black Bear's father paints my face with red paint in the shape of two stripes along my cheekbone. Abigor dips his thumb in the paint made from blackberries and makes two identical stripes on the other side of my face. Another Elder takes my hand and dips it into a bowl of red paint. He tells me to put my hand on Abigor's chest. I look up at the man I love. I take my hand and place it on his bronze, muscled peck. The imprint of my hand is left over his heart. The Elder acknowledges Abigor to say his own vows. "I, Raye-Raye da Wolves, babban sarki na Stauckana mutane, mulki da nisa da wide daga Barbarian Sea ga gefuna da wannan m datti kasar, kai ka as my daya kadai. Kai ne ta bugu, kana da zuciyata in hannunka. Ina jingina my love zuwa gare ka har abada." He says to me. All of the women in the crowd "aww" and coo at his speech. (I, Dances With Wolves, great king of the Stauckana people, ruling far and wide from the Barbarian Sea to the edges of this endless dirt land, take you as my one and only. You are my claimed mate, you have my heart in your hand. I pledge my love to you forever.) I wet my dry lips with my tongue and take his hand in mine, spreading berry paint on his fingers. He doesn't seem to mind. "Kuma ina, m noblewoman daga mulkin Bellechester, kai ka as my daya kadai. Za ka, kuma, ka rike zuciyata a hannunka. Ka nuna mini yadda za a yi karfi da kuma yaki na soyayya ... kuma na jingina wannan unyielding soyayya a cikin zuciyata zuwa gare ku. Ina da gaske girmama su zama matarka da kuma sarauniya." (And I, feeble noblewoman from the kingdom of Bellechester, take you as my one and only. You, too, hold my heart in your hand. You have shown me how to be strong and fight for a love...and I pledge this unyielding love in my heart to you. I am truly honoured to be your wife and queen.) The drums start up again, beating low and sending vibrations through my body. It's like a heartbeat in tune with mine, how it's racing and anticipating the moment my lips will touch his. The Elders begin to chant, throwing some sort of powder over our heads to officially seal the deal. They sing and they throw their heads back, telling the gods to forever bond us together. The crown that I am to wear is revealed to my eyes. It is a great, tall crystal headdress that matches my own wedding outfit. Rows of crystal stick straight up in the air, and even more dangle from those. It's truly the most beautiful thing. I bend down to let the Elder place the crown on my head. I stand up straight and I look into his eyes, seeing the true happiness that harbours there. And I can't help myself when I lean forward and kiss him on the lips, longing to feel that satisfying sensation that he always brings me when his kisses reach me. The music stops abruptly and so does the chanting. Black Bear's father raises his hands up. "Har abada bauta!" he cries out. "Har abada bauta!" the crowd screams in response, throwing wildflower petals up into the air like it's snowfall. (Forever bonded!) Down the dirt path we walk, the crystals on my head dangling. I'm laughing, he's trying not to grin in front of the people. But the moment we're inside of the castle, he pushes me up against the wall and captures my lips, laughter in his eyes. "We're married," I whisper to him. "You're mine," he whispers back to me, his hot breath on my neck. Already I feel like these wedding clothes need to come off and we need to take a trip to the bedroom. He senses my eagerness and kisses the bridge of my nose. "Mm, we'll have plenty of time for that later." We sit down at the end of the great table in the dining hall, allowing the invited guests in the wedding party to come in and feast with us before throwing our marital shagali outside for the public to see. "Try the chicken," Michelle whispers to me. "And…and put the squash and duck sauce combined all over it, it's really quite magnificent." She stuffs her face full of chicken and her odd sauce creation. Her pregnancy cravings are getting the best of her tonight. Surprisingly I have no urges to eat chicken with duck and squash sauce on it. I lay a hand on my swelling belly and take a sip of my water. Abigor is dining next to me, laughing and throwing toasts here and there with his men. To the food! To the wine! To the unborn child! To the Queen! All unsettling thoughts of the war drift away in the breeze of the open windows. It's quite cold out, but the fires used for cooking up the meats and other foods warm the atmosphere and push the colder bits of it away. My plate consists of rabbit meat and chicken, fried potatoes with sweet butter, a cooked tomato with ground beef in the middle and quail's eggs. Michelle groans again in delight. "And the frog legs," she cries. "Try them too!" I watch in disgust as she lowers a cooked, slimy green frog's leg into her mouth. I cringe. Using my fork, I stab at my tomato and tear a chunk off of it. It's very good. The cooks in Castle Rock are not to be underestimated. Abigor looks at me from the corner of his eye in a lustful sort of way. I blush under firelight and turn back to my plate. "Hey," he whispers, dipping two fingers in a red pasty sauce. "Open up and try this." I open my mouth and he inserts two fingers covered in the sauce. I suck it off of his fingers, twirling my tongue around them. His eyes flutter and darken with the action that's not meant to be erotic. I pull his fingers out of my mouth with a pop. "That's good," I mumble. "What is it?" "Tomato sauce," he replies. "It's new. The cook accidentally massacred a tomato, but it turned out to be a great new invention." I nod my head and take the little platter of sauce from him. "Well, it's brilliant." I take a wooden spoon and plop some of the red sauce over my rabbit meat. "I mean, I already love tomatoes." He gulps and swallows thickly. "Do…do you want to try some more?" I narrow my eyes at him, a smile spreading like jelly over my lips. "Why, husband, I think we should stall that act for later," I say in a deeper voice than my normal tone. He shivers a little but shoots the lustful action right back at me. His hot hand lands on my thigh and squeezes playfully while locking dark eyes with me, a smirk playing on his devious, beautiful lips. "If that is what you wish, wife." "I do, husband." I don't think I could ever get tired of calling him my husband. He laughs heartily next to me before turning back to his food and pouring some tomato sauce over his own chicken. "Little vixen," he murmurs in his deep, husky bass. This time I am the one that is shivering. It's a struggle for me to finish the rest of my food. I eat my quail's eggs and finish the rabbit and tomato sauce. I finish mangling my fried potatoes and give the rest of my chicken to a hungry Michelle who is desperate to have something more to pour her odd sauce creations upon. I look up from the end of the table to see Grey Hawk kissing Arlena very passionately. My heart jumps into my throat as he caresses her lips with his tongue before delving it inside of her mouth. Heat flares in my southern regions. I glance over at Abigor, who is also looking directly at me. "Shall we leave the table, my love?" he asks me so softly that only I would be the one to hear it. "Oh Gods," I moan softly. "I can't take it anymore." 0o0o0o0o Hand in hand, we bolt out of the dining hall for a quick fuck to satisfy our raging appetites. He presses me against the wall in a dark corridor, his hands desperately tearing at my silks. "No!" I whisper harshly. "I still have to look presentable for the shagali, and so do you." He groans, but spreads my legs and reaches under the layers of silk and crystal to feel my wetness against his calloused fingertips. I moan when he inserts a finger inside of me. I can't see him very well but I sure can feel him. "Oh, fuck. You're wet for me, aren't you?" I breathlessly nod against him as he teases me, drawing his finger in and out of my entrance. He grabs a leg and hoists it over his waist. "Dirty girl," he practically purrs at me. "You're so ready for me." "Oh yes!" I can't help my breathless reply. "Just…please. I need you now, fuck me." I press myself against his chiselled body. He removes his finger from my heat, spreading my juices onto his lips. "Taste yourself," he commands, going to kiss me. When he mentions that I taste like honey, I know that it's a sincere fact. His tongue flickers in and out of my mouth as he removes his hard member from his pants and rubs the head against my sweet spot. "Tell me how you want me," he growls. I grip his shoulders as he teases me more. I throw my head back against the wall. "Fast. Satisfying…and hard." On my command, he slides into the tight, slick channel. He shakes with his pleasure, collapsing against me momentarily to gather himself together. He nibbles at my earlobe, his hot breath puffing on my neck. "You feel so good," he murmurs, slowing pulling out of my body and then pushing himself back in. "So tight…wrapped around my cock." I can't take his teasing anymore. "Oh Gods," I whimper against him. "Please, no more teasing! I want you to fuck me like an animal. Now." He's never been one to deny a woman her needs. With one pump, he's fully sheathed inside of me, hands grasping my shoulders for support. He quickens his pace, panting heavily against my collarbone, trying to encase his moans. I kiss his forehead as he hoists me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist so I'm clinging to him like a sloth does a branch. Beads of sweat cling to his muscular, bronze body as he pumps sensually in and out of me. The first wave of pleasure hits me as I cling to him, holding on for dear life. He follows soon after, unable to hold himself back any longer. "You will be the death of me," he growls breathlessly in my ear. He kisses the corner of my mouth before letting me down so I can fix my silks. He gives me a cloth to wipe away his ejaculation painting my thighs before going back out into the open. We hold hands and just try to make it look like we didn't just romp around in the dark. I fix my crystal headdress and paint a smile on my lips. 0o0o0o0o "You smell good…" is his remark as I sit down next to him with a few grapes in my hand. I trace a pattern on his wrist with my nail as he bends and sniffs my hair. I pop a grape into my mouth and look around the shagali. I have never seen more people crowded in a place at one time. People dance to fiddle, flute and drum music, people eat, and people sing. I see Black Bear dancing with a young girl about his age, smiling tenderly at her and spinning her around. Grey Hawk is kissing Arlena again, and Drinks of Waterfall is resting his chin atop of Michelle's head as she rests against his hard body. A small child adorned with silks is carried over by a young wetnurse. "My king…I do not know if you have seen your niece yet." Abigor sits up in his chair a little. I look at the small, black-haired child, realizing that she is the daughter of Three Horses and Snow Lion. He nods his head and leans over the child. The baby claps and reaches for a few strands of his hair, tugging them nearly out of the roots. I can't help but laugh as Abigor lets out a little cry of annoyance and pain. "Might I hold her?" I ask the wetnurse, sitting forward on my throne. The young woman's face flushes bright red as she curtsies and brings the child to me. I hold her in my arms and smile at her. "Her name?" "Forest Lily," the nursemaid replies. I look down at the peaceful child in my arms. She is beautiful and delicate, just like her mother. Forest Lily grips my finger and pulls it into her mouth, suckling gently. I wonder what it will be like when I have my own baby in my arms, mouth latched onto my breast, tiny hands grasping at my skin. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Abigor looking at me with interest. He watches how I care for the child gently, acting as if I am her own mother. Once I hand the child back to the wetnurse, Abigor touches my belly. "You will become a great mother to our son." Suddenly, Radiant Moon appears in front of us both. "Iya ni tambayar sarki a dance, na Sarauniya?" (Might I ask the king for a dance, my queen?) I look at Abigor and smile. He doesn't seem like he wants to dance with his close family friend, but I nod anyways. "Of course you may." Radiant Moon ignores the groan from Abigor and pulls him out to the crowd. I sit on my throne and watch him as he tries not to look too incredibly bored. "Would you like to dance wit' me?" a deep voice asks softly. I turn my head to see Black Bear standing sheepishly by the side of my throne. I smile at him. "Yes." I take the outstretched hand he's offered to me and stand up with him. A sunny grin spreads over his baby-faced features. It confuses me a little, with his face looking so young, but his body so tall and…buff. This kid's a warrior that kills people and wrecks things, but with me he's just a sweet guy. "I saw you dancing with a pretty girl," I comment. Instantly his face goes red as we begin to dance to the music. "I'm dancin' wit' one right now," he says, trying to distract me. I laugh softly and shake my head. "Her name, Black Bear," I demand playfully. He swallows thickly before answering me in a small voice. "Laughs In The Sun." That's a beautiful name, perfect to go along with a beautiful girl. I nudge his shoulder. "You are old enough to marry, no?" He pulls me closer to him to avoid bumping into another couple. "Don't mean I t'ink 'bout it," he tells me. "I don' really know what I want. I jus' go wit' 'de flow of t'ings." I nod my head and grasp his hand a little tighter as we move to the beat of the music. "Any news on the war?" I whisper to him. He shrugs. "Not much since last time. Bellechester made 'dere alliance wit' Pateros and they are still coming up with battle techniques. But we've made cannons an' cat'pults and I t'ink 'dat the odds of 'dem winnin' are slim to none." As the night sky darkens and stars begin to rise higher into the sky, the winter begins to come back around. A cold gust of wind causes both of us to shiver. Some of the servants go around and begin lighting torches so we can see. Black Bear and I dance close to a fire for the sole purpose of keeping me warm. "Do you ever get afraid of what might happen when the war comes?" I whisper the question, looking out past his shoulder at Abigor, who has broken away from Radiant Moon and is talking with Iron Coyote. Black Bear nods. "All 'de time. You ain't never got no way of predictin' the outcomes. People die all 'de time, Tiger Claw. But when people die for a purpose it's a lot diff'rent. Imagine all the stars in the sky. Those are all souls that have passed on to 'de afterlife." I chew my lip and look up at the stars. "Are you going to fight in the war?" I ask him. "Of course," he replies. "The king has given me 'de honour of protectin' 'de kingdom." I could never imagine counting all of the stars in the sky, or how many human lives are taken with wars and raids. "And are you afraid of dying?" He shrugs his shoulders and sighs. "Ever'one dies." He looks down at me and locks eyes with me. "Dyin' in battle would be a most honourable death." This makes me a little angry. He is not afraid to die and would be honoured to be speared on a forked sword in battle. "And what of the people who love you? Your sister, your family, and god forbid you have a wife and children. They would miss you." "Life…takes its course," Black Bear replies nonchalantly. I pull away from him and stamp my foot on the ground like a petty child. "Then I command you not to be killed in battle. I am your Queen now, and you must listen to me." He stands still and looks at me with a certain interest, his jaw hanging slack. I press my lips into a firm line before walking away to join my husband's side. 0o0o0o0o I am sitting back on my throne next to Abigor, clutching his hand tightly. I have been acting like a mute ever since my conflicting opinions with Black Bear. My mind runs rogue with all of the talk of war. He notices my distress and moves a tendril of hair behind my ear. "What troubles you?" he asks me. I shake my head, not willing to talk about it. But he only moves closer with a frown painted onto his lips. He will not drop this. "Tell me," he insists. I sigh and jerk my head towards him. "Are you afraid to die?" I ask him, my eyes wide and searching for an answer. He shifts in his place a little, crunching his brows together. "What brings this up?" "Just answer the question," I whimper, biting my lip. Abigor leans back in his chair and looks up at the stars. "Everyone will die at some point in their life. There's no way to predict death…but no, I suppose I'm not. But if I had to choose one way to die, it would be in battle—" "But why?" I ask, cutting him off. My eyes are wide and glistening with tears. "You would rather die at the hands of an enemy's sword than in bed, comfortable, holding hands with your lover." He blinks at me, his lips unmoving. I can't look at his beautiful face anymore. I bury my head in my hands and rub at my temples with my fingers. "Gods, I'm so afraid…" I whisper. "This war is so close and no one even seems to care." He still says nothing. This bothers me. "You know, I've lived there all my life, except for these past five months with you. They are a cunning people. They've always attacked when their enemies least expect it, and it always ends in a massacre. You can't just sit there and tell me you don't care about the war and that you're not afraid of dying because, goddamnit they could be outside of those goddamn walls just waiting for the perfect time to strike! I'm afraid, everyone's afraid! I don't want to live if you're dead!" I'm ranting before I even know it myself. He licks his lip, leaning his chin into his palm. "Are you finished?" I open my mouth to say something, but I close it. I look down at the ground and blush a deep red colour. I can't believe I just went off on him like that. "Y-Yes." He hooks a finger under my chin and turns my face towards his. "I am afraid. But I will never show it because I'm supposed to be the strong, brave person that all of the afraid villagers will look to. Beyond those walls is dirt, and sea, and grass. No common white folk from your iron kingdom. You must know, Elizabella, that I will always protect you no matter what. I would take an arrow through the heart one hundred times before I'd watch you die." The look in his eyes makes me believe him. With the pad of his thumb, he wipes away all of my tears and kisses the tip of my nose. "I love you so much," I murmur softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you anymore." "And I you," he whispers. "Now wipe that worry off of your beautiful face and go and have some fun. Drink some wine, laugh a little, and brush off the side effects of the oncoming war. I'm always nearby. You don't have to be afraid anymore." Crux I'm leaning against him on the couch situated near the fire, my head resting on his shoulder as my eyes scroll through the pages of a book. As I sit up a little bit, I feel like I've just been punched in the stomach…but from the inside. I gasp in shock and put the book aside. He'd just been dozing off a little, but my loud gasp causes him to jolt awake. "What?" he asks me groggily. "What's the matter?" I don't even know. I touch my stomach just as I'm 'punched' again. I realize that it's my baby, kicking in my stomach. I let out a breathy laugh and take Abigor's hand, lifting his hand off of his lap where it is resting. "Feel my stomach," I tell him. His hot, huge hand settles over my protruding little belly just in time to feel the baby kick his hand. He sits up a little. "Is that…" Without my answer, he puts his hand on my stomach again. The baby kicks even harder this time, somewhat knocking the breath out of me. The child is stronger than I thought unborn children could be. I nod my head at him. "The baby." I finish for him. He looks up at me, a look of pride in his eyes. He rests his lips against my temple as his hand makes circular motions over my stomach. "He's strong," Abigor comments with a clever grin. "I've always known that our baby would be strong." I raise my eyebrows and smile at him. "How did you know I would be the one bearing your children?" I ask him. "You could have been having babies with a foreign princess." He pulls me closer to his chest and strokes a thumb down the side of my cheek. "I've always known it'd be you," is all he says to me. And that's all I need to hear. As the baby settles down inside of me, I catch a glimpse of the first snowfall of the winter season. I gasp and run to the window. "Look, it's snowing." Big, white flakes float down from fat clouds in the sky. He joins me at the window and watches as the green grass slowly turns white as a blanket of fluffy snow covers it. He frowns and shakes his head, turning away from the window. I frown. "What's the matter?" He grits his teeth. "I hate winter and snow and the cold." He goes to sit in his great bearskin chair by the fire, grabbing a glass of wine to numb the pain of past memories. He drinks it down quickly. I stand by the window, looking at him as he soothes himself with the red drink. "Tell me why you don't like winter then," I ask him, grasping his arm. "I have always thought that winter was a majestic season. Everything becomes white and the ground sparkles in the sun like it's made of pure crystal." He is staring into the fire, the glass of wine in his hand. "Winter is when everything dies. There are no leaves on the trees, the warm air has disappeared and the animals seem to run for cover. Winter leaves everything dead." "But…" I twiddle my thumbs awkwardly. "But everything grows back in the springtime." He reaches over for his pipe and lights it with a spark from the fireplace. "My mother died in the winter. So did my sister and White Fawn. Ten years before was when we attacked Pateros. We lost many men that winter." He inhales on the pipe and then he pulls away, smoking curling from his lips. "Winter only brings death." I decide that it's best for me to pull the animal skin curtain over the window to spare Abigor the agony of watching the snow blanket the grass. I'd always thought of winter as something beautiful, but this new enlightenment makes me rethink everything. When I go to him, he opens his arms and pulls me close to his body. I revel in his scent, smoke, pine and wine. His hands roam over my body, trying to feel the deepest connection with me without taking my clothes off and just cuddling flesh to flesh. With my height, I'm easily tucked underneath his chin. I listen to the rise and fall of his breath as he calms down slowly. His skin is very hot, but as I hold him tighter it begins to cool down a little. It's like I'm meat being cooked on a stove. I look up at him. He is staring at the fire with his dark eyes as if he's trying to speak to it. I climb out of his lap to fetch myself a glass of wine. He stands abruptly from his seat and darts out of the room and down the hallway. My brows furrow together as I take my wine glass and peer after him. I decide not to call him. He seemed tense and maybe he's going for a walk to clear his thoughts. 0o0o0o0o Michelle and I are outside in the snow. Scar is running around like a rabid animal, trying to capture each little snowflake inside of his powerful jaws. The small wolf pup that I'd first seen had grown to a frighteningly large size. But to my wolf, I am like the alpha female—his mother. Michelle is about six months pregnant whereas I am four and barely showing. I take a peach, one grown in the indoor garden in the castle, and break it in half, dropping the pit into the snow. I give the other half of the peach to Michelle, who takes it and greedily stuffs it into her mouth. I'm freezing out here, but I love to watch the snow. My heavy animal skin cloak draped over a warm cotton dress. I even wear cow leather boots to warm my feet. My ring is on my finger and my crown is on my head. Standing next to Michelle makes me feel different. She is my friend, and we have both come so far from somewhat wealth to endless riches. Scar brings back a small rodent and sits at my feet, beginning to pull it apart and eat it up. I put the peach to my lips and bite into the sweet flesh of the fruit, tasting juice pour into my mouth. It makes my fingers and lips sticky. "How are you feeling?" I ask Michelle when I notice that she's holding her stomach. She brings my hand closer to feel her child kick her stomach. The outline of a tiny foot presses against her sheer dress. "The baby's been quite active and demanding," she confesses. "I can't seem to stop eating." She points at the other half of the peach that I'm holding in my hand. "Are you finished with that?" I hand her the peach and she downs it almost instantly. I can't help but laugh at the starved look in her eyes. "If you're still hungry, you can ask Scar if he wants to share." We both look at the young wolf, whose head pricked up at the mention of his name. Rodent blood is on his white muzzle and the gory sight makes us both shiver. "No thank you," Michelle replies to me, grimacing. "I actually don't think I'm hungry anymore. That gory mess of a rat isn't too appetizing to me." From behind us, a young servant boy scuttles out into the snow with scraps of leftover food to feed the wild wolves lurking in the forests beyond. The Hausa people feel strongly connected to the wolf and serve them like they are their makers. After all, legend tells of them being descended from wolves. Scar watches him as he bounds out into the open snow with the bucket of scraps in his hand. A half eaten chicken leg falls out of the bucket and he scurries after it with an open mouth, laying down in the snow to devour and chew on it. We watch the boy trudging through light snowfall, bringing the bucket closer to the forest's edge. Michelle and I turn back to each other. "It's getting rather chilly. We ought to head back inside before we catch a cold," I say to her, stuffing my hands under my armpits to warm my numbed fingers. She's about to agree when we hear an ear-splitting scream echo in the distance. Our heads whip towards the woods, where the young servant boy stumbles around with an arrow protruding from his back. He's trying to run, but the arrow's preventing him from doing so. Scar stands up on all four legs and begins to growl. Michelle and I are so stunned that we don't move, we don't say anything. He begins to run towards us, but another arrow whizzes out of the forest and spears him right through the heart. He coughs up blood before planting face first in the snow. Michelle screams and tears stream down her face as she panics upon seeing the boy die. I clamp a hand over her mouth and we both run into the door behind us. Her hysterical crying eventually attracts the attention of many servants and even Drinks of Waterfall. He picks up his wife and cradles her in his arms, whispering soothing words into her ear in his native language. Abigor comes around the corner with his eyes ablaze. "Eliza! What's going on?" he asks me. My eyes are watery with tears and my heart pounds faster than a horse can run. I've never been so shaken in all my life. I point a shaky finger at the door we'd rushed in at. "At…attack," I manage to get out. "A servant boy went out to throw away the scraps and he was shot with arrows right in front of our eyes!" Abigor's eyebrows furrow immediately as he pushes me behind him and opens the door. There, Scar sits growling in the snow, covered in blood. I gasp. He must be hurt. But then as we look further, there's a man lying dead in the snow, mauled pretty badly. I realize that it's not Scar's blood in which the wolf's covered in; it's the man's. Abigor bends down to look at the seal on his armour and growls loudly. "Bellechester," he spits. "Fuck. Fuck! Get inside. Now." I usher Scar inside and the white animal clings to my side. He still growls, but when I pet his head he licks my fingers, smearing blood onto my fingertips. I cringe. Abigor's gone to his quarters with his men to discuss things and I'm completely alone in the hallway except for a small maid that looks to be about fourteen years old. She offers me a tissue to wipe the blood off of my fingers. I thank her silently and make my way down the hall. 0o0o0o0o ABIGOR'S POV "I want fifty men patrolling the forests tonight," I growl at my brother in the Strategy and Tactics room. "I can't believe the guard let that motherfucker slip past and kill one of the servant boys. There has to be more. One Bellechesterman isn't foolish enough just to cross into barbarian territory without a reason to risk his head." Iron Coyote gives a list to one of the servant boys in the room and the kid runs out faster than lightning to assemble the search troops. "Maybe it's a trap," he says to me. "I've seen things like this before, little brother. He could have been the bait, provoking the big fish into shallow, dangerous waters. I don't want to send the troops out unless you're sure. Are you?" I rub my hand over the stubble forming on my chin and lips. "Then what do you suggest?" I ask him with a growl because I'm not sure. I'm not really sure at all, but I'm sure that my kingdom needs to be safe and out of harm. I'm really not in the mood for his 'I know more than you do because I'm older and better and should have had the crown' shit. He walks around the table to Ivona, who sits curled up in the chair. I'd protested her presence but my brother wanted her there more than I was willing to argue over. He takes a draw from his pipe, smoke tumbling from his lips. "Guerilla. Warfare." He says the two words like they're gold on his tongue. "I say we disguise the men to hide in the brush and wait for soldiers to come by, or wait until they see the fire from camp." "What brush?" I question. "It's winter. Everything's gone except sticks and trees and snow." Iron Coyote rolls his eyes. "Then they'll wear the white coats. Stop worrying so much about this. You're being petulant—" "Petulant?" I want to hang him by his long hair and let his scalp slowly peel off to see if he had any brain at all. "Do you remember what happened in the last war? Our father died! He died, you fucking pathetic shit!" My brother grabs me by the necklace around my neck. "Don't you think I know that?" he growls at me. "And maybe I'm wishing you'll die too so I can finally get what I deserve." I rear back and punch him square in the face. He hits the ground hard. I see red; I'm like a bull charging at an enemy. Ivona screams when she sees the blood pour from Iron Coyote's nose. I shoot her a wild look that immediately shuts her up. "I should kill you," I growl deep in my chest. How fucking dare he start this when the enemy's practically on our doorstep! I can't believe he such a thing to me. He wishes I'd die? I'd always known it was in the back of his mind but to say it out loud was uncalled for, and dare I say it? Hurtful. He spits out the blood from his mouth and wipes the excess on the back of his hand while struggling to stand up. He laughs darkly. "What's holding you back?" he points to the dagger on the belt attached to my breechcloth. "But I won't kill you," I finish. "I'll let someone else do the honours. I hope you ride into battle with your head held so fucking high that the enemy's sword chops it off. I hope that they take your head back to their kingdom, mount it on a fucking post, and dance and chant around it, saying that they just killed the prince of the barbarians. Hell, I'd dance with them!" Ivona dabs at my brother's nose with a tissue. He bats her away like she's a pesky fly. "No. I know what's holding you back. You're afraid you'd lose and I'd get the crown, and make every product of your nightmares come true. You're afraid that I'd be greater than you, and hmm…maybe I'd even take your bitch too." I pounce on him again, enraged by his comments. I beat the hell out of him, watching his head snap back and forth. He's not fighting me on purpose. "Yes…" he mumbles. "Each hit takes me one step closer to the crown." I beat him one last time, finally knocking him into unconsciousness. I stand up, my body shaking. I see my older brother's crippled body and I spit on him, disgusted by his presence on my floors. I don't have time for this shit. My body is still shaking uncontrollably. My skin heats up like a fire, smoke rolling off of my biceps. This sort of thing has been happening more and more often, and it scares me to know that something might be wrong with me. I'm sick, and the anger that builds inside of me each and every day is just fueling that fire. I make my way down the hall to Three Horses, who is sending out the troops now. Normally I would send my brother to take care of this, but since that bastard's lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, I have to. Three Horses looks up at me and nods in acknowledgement. "I just sent fifty men into the Forest of Thieves to take care of business. They'll look until dark and then the midnight guard will keep watch until sunrise." Three Horses tells me, leaning against the wall. "Do you know where your brother is? I have to discuss a few things with him." I can feel myself heat up again. I stand against the cool wall to breath the freezing air in through my pores. "He's lying in a puddle right now. Anything you have to say, I can tell him later." I say it nonchalantly. Three Horses looks at me like I've just grown a second head out of my right shoulder. Without questioning (which is a smart decision for him), he nods and gives me the parchment scrolls to look at. They are maps, and red paint points out where the men had sighted both Pateros and Bellechester soldiers. They would look for camps along those areas and follow the dry river a little ways down. I give the papers back to Three Horses and make my way down the hall. I need to see Eliza. I need her. When I finally get back to our room, I find her in the bathing quarters, rubbing soap over her soft skin. My mouth begins to water. Her long brown curls frame her heart-shaped face. Big pink lips, innocent brown doe eyes, and a perfectly sloped button nose are only one part of her that makes her perfect. There's her body, her breasts, which I can easily fit in the palm of my hand, her belly protruding with my child, and a supple backside to top it all off. I strip off my clothes and instantly join her. The warm water soothes my skin and washes Iron Coyote's blood off of my knuckles. She smiles and makes more room for me in the tub. "Hello," she drawls softly. I shudder at the sound of her angelic voice. She brings her knees up to her breasts and rests her chin on them. "What's the matter?" I ask her, nodding at her legs. "Why are you hiding from me?" She gasps a little, looking down at her now concealed body. "Oh. I didn't mean to cover up like that." She lowers her legs a little, leaning her elbow onto the lip of the tub. I see those taut pink nipples perk up from the cold air that hits them. "I'm just…worried. Abigor, I just saw someone getting killed before my eyes. I scared for my life." I frown at this. "You don't have to be afraid for your life. I'll always protect you, no matter what." My hand reaches out and plays upon her thigh. "Told you that before." She cups her chin in her hand and rubs her hand down her wet neck. "But you weren't there. You didn't even know that I was outside. I just went out with Michelle, bringing Scar out for some fresh air. What happens when you're not there for me?" she whimpers. I can't ever see myself being far away from her. I knew she was outside from word of the maids that saw her, but what I didn't know was that there would be an attack on one of my servant boys. She's got a point, a scary point, but a point nonetheless. I won't always be able to be there. For once in my life, I don't know what to say. What if there comes a day where I can't save her? I could be injured or trapped or taken hostage or gods forbid, dead. Losing her is something I can't bear to think of. Losing her and not being able to do a goddamn thing is even worse. ELIZA'S POV   He crawls forwards towards me until he's lingering over me in all his naked glory. His black hair spills across his gorgeous face. I stroke a hand down his hot cheek, over the sharp ridges of his prominent cheekbones into the little dimple on his chin. High cheekbones, strong jaw, full lips—in my wildest dreams I couldn't have created a more perfect example of male beauty. His hands brace himself up on the lip of the tub. I get comfortable under his heavy body, every inch of his skin pressed against my body. He makes sure not to apply too much pressure to my stomach to avoid hurting the baby. The bathing room is hot from his body heat and the steaming hot bath water. I nuzzle against him and listen to the rise and fall of his body heat. His lips are on my forehead. Outside the wind whips and screams with its freezing agony. "I just want to get away from the war for a little," he whispers to me, his muscles bunching as he tenses up. "I know they're out there but I feel as if I am in denial." I run my hands over the small of his back and cuddle against him, the bath water. He slips into a corner beside to me and we just hold each other for a moment. "You've got the world on your shoulders. So many responsibilities to uphold. Many eyes look to you for guidance. But sometimes you just have to relax and let your troubles drift away in the wind." He bends down and kisses my lips with passion, his lips latching onto my lower lip and sucking it into my mouth. I tilt my head back a little, sighing in contentment. I, too, am afraid of the war. I'd just seen a man get killed right before my eyes and saw the aftermath of a wolf attack. And now that I'm living in Stauckana, married to the king, hell, ruling Stauckana, I'm on the other side. I was very sociable back in Bellechester and most young gentlemen knew my name when it came up. What would they think of me when they realized that I am now the queen of the barbarians? Would they be disgusted? Would they kill me? The thought makes me shudder. But I also know that I have Abigor and he will protect me. As will Black Bear and the other king's guard. I suppose that sometimes I forget I am queen. I hope and I pray that the men do not find anything in the woods. I don't want the war to happen, let alone start. "We will get through this," he whispers to me, recognizing my tenseness. He grabs my hand and kisses my wet fingers. "And we'll do it together." I slowly lay my head down on his shoulder, gazing out the window at the snow falling like heavy raindrops on the ground. Gods, I hope everything will be alright. This war will toll its bell, and it will make sure that everyone hears it. Snow Word has gotten around the castle that my husband has beaten his own brother to a pulp. Iron Coyote was wounded severely by Abigor's raging fists and now walks around the castle with bandages on his face and bruises all over his chest. I am not upset by Iron Coyote's injuries for I loathe him with a passion; it just surprises me with how much brute force Abigor inflicted on him. Before now, I'd never thought of Abigor as a severely violent man. But this war has shone a different light upon him. A more animalistic, barbaric light. In public, he is hard as a stone and seemingly cold and anxious. But in our warm, four-walled bedchambers he is loving and soft and calm. Last night, the men assembled and searched through the Forest of Thieves. They found a group of fifteen soldiers from the kingdom of Bellechester camped out by a small creek. They lit a fire and attracted just about everything to them—even the wolves. Before the barbarians could lead another devastating attack, the Bellechestermen were all dead, mauled by the pack of wolves. The ancestors had taken our side that night. One was found wandering the forest, alone and injured. Three Horses ended him quickly. In the campsite, they found plans and strategies they were carrying over to Pateros. The Bellechestermen were spies, planning to peer into Stauckana for a few moments before leaving to cross through the Vibrant Mountains on a hidden path. Up until last night, this hidden path in Pateros remained unknown to the kingdom of Stauckana. They call it the "Black Path." It leads down so deep through the Vibrant Mountains that not a flicker of light is to be seen. It is a dirt path, and the bones of dead animals that had gotten trapped are aplenty. The men are getting ready for battle. Word has travelled down through Seattle, the Moonlit Kingdom, that the marriage has been sealed between Prince Titus and Princess Sera and the troops have been formed. They are said to be marching at this very moment in time. But the march to Stauckana from Bellechester and Pateros will take days through decent weather. With this snow we've had the grounds are deep and trudging an army through six inches of crunching crystal will tire men easily. The rivers and lakes have frozen over, trees have become perfectly crystallized. Since the ocean has not frozen over, there is a fair chance that Pateros may try to cross the Barbarian Sea to the Jungle of Bones and cut into Stauckana that way. But Abigor assures me that the Barbarian Sea in the wintertime is very harsh and no commander in their right minds would send their naval fleet to fight into that kind of weather. I pull my shawl tighter over me as I walk through one of the unheated corridors. The fur boots on my feet do well to shield my skin from the harsh winter kiss. I meet Abigor in our chambers, turning the cold golden handle to the doors. He's huddled by the fire in his bearskin chair, an empty wine glass dangling from his fingers. I rush to his side, but I realize that he's only sleeping. He's so peaceful when he sleeps. It's like all of his fears and responsibilities float away as soon as his eyelids close. I bend down and kiss the corner of his mouth. It startles him awake, his hand instinctively going around my throat. I am careful not to scream or push away from him. Once he realizes who I am, his grip on my throat is instantly released and I am being pulled into his lap. "I am sorry," he whispers. "I thought it was someone else." "No, I understand," I reply softly, nuzzling my cheek against his chest. "There's a lot going on right now. The responsibilities of kings are heightened at the times of war." He buries his face between my breasts as if he's trying to hide from the world. "I'm glad I have a queen to comfort me. I don't know what I'd do if I was alone right now. Probably drink my problems away…but honestly, I'm glad that Drinks Of Waterfall captured you that day. And I'm glad that Three Horses took you to my room when I requested a new sex slave. I'm glad that you refused me…and I'm glad that we fell in love." His hand smoothes over the swell of my stomach as I nuzzle closer to him. What he says makes me feel like a goddess. "I'm glad we fell in love too." Our love was kind of like the sun and the moon falling in love. Two polar opposites had attracted each other to the point where separation was an impossible option. An impossible love that had become an addiction and a possibility after all. He is my sun, and I am his moon. 0o0o0o0o "I don't want you outside," Abigor tells me sternly while shrugging on his light armour to put underneath his fur skins. He is trekking outside to lead some of his men into the forest. He's told me before that part of being a barbarian king was participating. Unlike the previous king I had lived under (King Phillip of Bellechester), he does not sit around all day and point his fingers here and there, directing his army from the comfort of his bedchambers. I'd begged him to stay with me for the fear of Abigor getting hurt constantly haunts my dreams and thoughts. He'd refused me with a kiss and instructions to help him put on his armor. I make sure that there are no holes in which an arrow can miss his armor and scrape his scarred skin. "Then I won't go outside," I reply to him softly. "I wish you'd do the same." He sighs and slips his finger under my chin. "I've told you before, my love. A king's job is to lead his people, and I will lead my people to victory." His thumb runs over my bottom lip as he bends down to kiss me. I let his tongue invade my mouth, succumbing to his passion. "I will return." I break away from his warm embrace, clutching my fur shawl tighter around my shoulders. The crystal headdress on my head jingles from the sudden abrupt movement. My long, unruly curls frame my face, hiding certain emotions from his eyes. "And if you do not?" I whisper. Nasty, vile images flood my mind of him on the battlefield and my vision becomes blurred with my tears. His huge arms wrap around my frail body from behind and my back is pressed up against his metal armour. I still feel his warmth. His lips are on my cheek, kissing me in attempt to calm my fears. "I will always return to you," he whispers in my ear. "Never doubt that." When he asks me why I am so afraid and if I doubt his sheer strength the sadness fades as a little chuckle escapes my lips. He smirks; his reward is my smile and seeing some of his light. When he asks me if I doubt him, I shake my head. "I do not doubt you. I shan't doubt you. Ever." I hear the bustle of soldiers shuffling down the hallways. Suddenly, the walls of Castle Rock shake and the sound of screams can be heard throughout the kingdom. I scream as the force of the mysterious quake shakes the earth and knocks me off of my feet. He runs to the window and peers out. One of the villages burns as frantic men, women and children run from their flaming homes and shops. "Bastards!" he hisses. I rush to my feet before he sees me sprawled on the floor and scared out of my mind. I don't want him to see my weakness. I'd always shown him my stronger side, but I really, truly am afraid. He looks at me instantly, eyes raking over my face. He's asking for my blessing. And I give it to him with my nod. In two steps he is in front of me, kissing me so passionately that it makes my knees buckle. He walks away before I can long for more of him. "I will return," he shouts at me over the screaming and the rumbling, pointing his finger at my heart. "I will find you." I nod my head as I watch him rush down the hallway. I hear him screaming about the catapults and the cannons. He wants to strike back. I struggle to walk over the shaking ground as another fireball from the kingdom of Bellechester hits another kingdom. I'm crying before I can even register it. I hate war. I hate death. I'm walking down the hallway, dodging soldiers in uniform, their bodies painted red and cloaked in protective armor and skins. My arms wrap around myself. I try to imagine them as Abigor's arms, telling me that it's going to be all right—that this war is just a play fight between two feuding countries and that it would be over the next day. But I know he will not say it. This war will not be over in just a day. There is no way to predict its ending. I rush into the harem room, a room I hadn't entered in ages. The girls all lay on their cots with their blankets pulled up to their chins. When I enter, some sit up to greet me. "Elizabella—I mean, my queen." Evalyn greets me, her short hair sticking in wild directions as she throws the blankets off of her body. "Here. Come take cover from this bombing." She sits me on an empty cot and then goes back to her own. She sits, leaning against the cold stone wall with her knees pulled up to her chest. I pull the furs over my legs and lean against the wall too, trying to somehow block out the screaming of panicked villagers and the shaking of the ground as men charge off into battle and shoot balls of fire and brick at each other. I rub my hands over my stomach, feeling my baby kick. The baby knows that something is going on. Ivona is crying softly in the corner of the room with her head buried in her arms. Camellia looks extremely distressed and Arlena knits to try and persuade herself to not cry. I know not where Michelle is. Evalyn moves closer to me and looks at me. "Are you afraid, my queen?" she asks me, her brown eyes wet with tears. She shakes in the cold room. "You may call me Elizabella," I whisper to her. "And yes. I am afraid. Afraid of what will happen to Stauckana and all her men." "Why? You only care about your king. My love is at the front of that line, fighting for you." Ivona hisses at me. "My prince means more to me than your king ever will mean to you." I have the urge to stand and slap her across the face. The father to my child, my husband, the man I love with every bit of my heart, is out there fighting right alongside Iron Coyote and she has the dignity to sit there and insult me. "How dare you?" I whisper. Another loud crash is heard somewhere far away in the kingdom. The walls shake and bits of stone fall from the walls. Ivona wails loudly. "You don't understand!" she screams at me with fire in his eyes. "You are just a whore from that lowly kingdom Bellechester!" I can't hold myself back. I jump off of the bed and dart across the shaking floor to grab her. Another quake hits the castle and all of the harem girls scream in terror, both at my wrath and at the shaking ground. I push her to the ground and Ivona screams. I'm so angry that I can't contain myself. She screams as her nose smacks into the cold ground and bleeds out. My hand winds into her hair and tugs the black strands by the roots. "You will never say that again!" I scream at her. "I love him! I love him more than you could ever—" I'm yanked away by Evalyn and Cassandra, who try to calm me down. Arlena and Camellia just watch Ivona cry on the floor, holding an old rag to her nose to stop the bleeding. They give her a disgusted look. This war is making me go mad. I rush out of the room and down the hallway, tears running down my cheeks. "I can't do it," I cry softly. Abigor is gone. Black Bear is gone. The war is raging. Bellechester will try and assassinate me, I know it. They are known for their exotic poisons and skilled assassins. My baby kicks inside of my stomach. I cradle my growing belly in my hands and lean against the wall in the hallway. I'm tired. I'm so tired. 0o0o0o0o 3 DAYS LATER There has been no word from Abigor. I go to sleep every night with a cold, empty bed. I long to feel his lips on mine, feel his warmth. The prince and the king have split their army into two halves; Iron Coyote camps in the Forest of Thieves with his men, and my husband takes refuge in the Jungle of Bones with the other half of the army. I mostly keep to myself. My meals are brought to me by servants and I eat all my meals in the safety of our chambers—the chambers that I had once despised. I sit in Abigor's bearskin chair by the fire with a goblet of wine in my hand. I need the drink of dull my senses and calm me. Even though the servants bring me my food, I don't feel hungry. I barely even eat. I read scriptures of ancient Hausa history at night while sitting by the fire. I sleep longer in the mornings and care not to talk to anyone. I don't even talk to Michelle, who is desperate to get into my mind and know what I am thinking. I don't care to talk about it at all. I don't cry anymore. At night, I step out onto my snowy balcony in nothing but my silk robes, barely hiding my naked body in the outdoors. I pray to the moon gods to help my lover come back to me alive. The cold air bites at my skin and the freezing snow on my bare feet would be unbearably painful to anyone in their right mind…but my pain is numbed by my wine and my aching heart. A bitter gust of winter wind blows my way and pushes me back a few feet. The moon gods are telling me to go inside before I catch a cold and kill myself. I step into the fire-heated room. Coming inside of the warm bedroom from a blustery outdoors is like I'm walking into a volcano. The sensations are thrilling. It makes me feel again. I close the balcony doors behind me and shed my silk robe, letting it fall to the ground. I unwind my hair from the tight bun I'd had it up into and let my curls fall into tight spirals down my back. I look at my naked body in the mirror. I smooth my hand over my stomach. My baby is growing faster and faster. He will be the king that rules the world one day, only to bend his knee to the gods. I slip on my thick cotton nightgown and slide beneath my numerous bed covers. Even with all these blankets, I still don't feel safe and secure. I lay my head on the pillow and close my eyes. I'm hoping that the morning will bring a better day…and even bring Abigor back home to me. 0o0o0o0o In the morning when I wake, it is midday. I have slept in and the servants have no even bothered to wake me up. I do not blame them. I have been irritable in the mornings and they've done themselves a favour by choosing not to bother with me. One of the servant girls has dropped off a platter of vanilla biscuits along with a goblet of milk for an early morning snack just in case I had woken hungry. I dress in my deerskin pelt and put on my protective slippers that encase my feet in fluffy warmth. I'm feeling rather put down by all of this talk of war. I can't seem to focus and blood rushes through my head, giving me a pounding headache. I rub my temples with my cool fingers and exit my room. In the hallway, I notice that it's oddly quiet for the middle of the day. I look around the castle and make my way down the hallways in search of someone. Someone to talk to, someone to reassure me that my kingdom's still safe and Abigor's still alive and well…but there's not a soul in sight. I make my way down to Michelle's room. Drinks of Waterfall is also gone away with the war and she's been feeling blue lately, just like I have been. When I knock on her door, there is no answer. I push it open and find sunlight streaming in through her window. The bed is made, and not an item in her room is misplaced or in disarray. I'm confused. I go to the window and look outside. The trees are bare sticks with their branches like knives sticking out at odd angles. The sun shines down on the snow and makes it sparkle like crystals blanketing the frozen grass. All I can hear is the desolate whisper of the wind the creak of wooden floorboards. I rush out of the room, its silence unsettling to me. I'm not looking when I run into Ivona. Her eyes are as wide as saucers. "They're home," she says to me. "They've come back, my Queen!" I tilt my head. "Who?" And then it occurs to me what she's talking about. "And they're okay?" I exclaim excitedly. Ivona nods her head vigorously. "Abigor requests your presence at once. He's outside by the door at the west wing!" I push past her and bound down the hallway. I almost kill myself with falling over those steps, but I have no time to stop what I'm doing. I'm almost there to see him. I push the heavy door open and step out into the desolate world. It is quiet, white, and freezing. I hear the door slam shut behind me. I gasp, turning back to see that the door's been latched and Ivona's gone. Why has she left me? Suddenly an arrow whizzes past my head and plants itself into the wooden door behind me. I gasp, ducking down. Suddenly I'm being pushed into the snow by two large hands. I don't know what's happening. When I look back, I see Black Bear looking down at me with worry in his eyes. Protruding from his stomach is an arrow. I'm screaming in horror. He doesn't seem to know that he's been hit. "Get up," he tells me. "I need you to run!" More arrows whiz past us, barely missing my neck. "I'm not leaving you here!" I cry to him, tugging at his arm. He tries to run with me, but the wound in his stomach makes it close to impossible to do so. He pulls away from me, the fatigue and pain evident on his face. I cry even harder. "I cannot…I cannot go, my queen." His breathing is ragged as blood drips down his torso. "Please. Go! I love you too much to see you die here with me." "You're not going to die, Black Bear!" I'm blinded by my tears. My heart is pounding as he pushes me away when the second arrow hits him in the chest. He falls to his knees in front of me, blood streaming down his stomach. He tells me with his eyes that he's not afraid—that this is just a procedure of war and that he'd gladly give his life for mine any day. And he gifts me with one last beautiful smile, only a smile a best friend could give, and falls back into the snow as that fateful arrow takes his heart from where he placed it into my hands. I faintly remember screaming his name as foreign arms pull me into the forest against my will. The darkness closes in before I can think anymore. Hell When I wake up, I'm surrounded by warmth. I'm laying on warm furs and blankets, and the smell of cooking meat is in the air. I stretch my arms out and open my eyes. I gasp at what I see. It's a tent, with the symbol of Bellechester painted all over it. Someone's armour lays mere inches from me. Suddenly, the tent flap opens and a burly black haired man peeks in. He sees me with my eyes wide open in distress. "She's awake," he calls out to the people outside of the tent. There's shuffling before the black-haired one gets pushed out of the way by a taller man. He crawls into the tent and shuts the flap behind him. I can't really see his face. I scuttle back towards the back of the tent to get as far away from him as possible. "Don't touch me," I hiss at him when he reaches out a hand. The man chuckles lightly. My brows furrow together with my confusion as some of the sunlight shines on this man's face. He has pale skin, with green eyes and red hair that I'd recognize anywhere. The breath escapes from my lungs. "You're still the same after all of these months," he whispers to me, flashing me a brilliant white smile. "Wow. I cannot believe I've finally found you. I've searched far and wide and the gods have led me back to you once more." "C-Cordell?" my voice trembles as I squint my eyes in the dull-lighted tent. He nods his head once. "Elizabella. Are you well? Did those wretched creatures hurt you?" he asks me. I shake my head slowly, my heart racing. "You know, you're quite lucky that I got there in time to shoot that barbarian scum with my arrows. He was about to strangle you!" Suddenly, an awful realization comes to my mind: Cordell was the one that was shooting at Black Bear. Cordell was the person who killed my best friend. I begin to cry softly, burying my head in my fur sleeves. He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm around me. "I know," he says. "It's okay. I'm here now. You don't have to worry about those Barbarians anymore. One down, plenty more to go." I push him away from me. He doesn't understand. Cordell looks surprised at my actions. "Stop it." I murmur. I'm wiping my eyes with my sleeve as I look towards the flap of the tent. My ankles are tied with ropes just in case I tried to get away. After seeing my belly protruding from my dress, Cordell's face goes bright red. "El…Elizabella," he murmurs. "Are you with child?" I don't quite hear him at first. All I know is that I'm upset and I don't want to be here. I start murmuring things softly in Hausa, trying to soothe myself with the words of Abigor's ancestors. Cordell's soft mood quickly darkens into a much scarier one. He slams his fists down on the ground, rattling the objects around me. "Goddamnit, Elizabella. Answer me! Are you with child? Were you raped?" My hands instantly come up to cover my stomach. "Raped? No. Never. Pregnant? Yes." My short and choppy answers seem to displease him. His face turns red and he begins to shake a little. "You…you gave yourself to another man?" he says, completely astonished, through gritted teeth. "After you sat there with me and promised yourself to me?" I chuckle humorlessly and shake my head. "That was months ago, Cordell." My hand lifts from its place on my stomach to brush a curl of hair out of my eyes. It reveals the beautiful ring on my finger. Now he's shaking uncontrollably. "You…married?" he half shrieks at me. I move away from him into the corner as he grips the edge of his chain mail so hard that I think that it might break under the pressure. "Who is he?" I don't answer him. I look into the corner of the tent at the Bellechester symbol, trying desperately to look strong even though I feel weaker than ever. "He is Dances With Wolves," I say to Cordell. I see the look of astonishment on his face. I can see how he's piecing together the expensive animal furs, and the beautiful jewellery I wear on my body, as well as the topaz that hangs around my neck and the ring that adorns my finger. "The king." His face is red and he says not one word for several moments. He just stares at me in shock and resentment. Finally, after a painful silence, Cordell opens his mouth. "Well…" he begins softly. "You really are the Queen of Whores, aren't you?" I growl at him. He lunges forwards and tackles me to the ground, pressing all of his weight against my pregnant stomach. I scream and bat at him with my hands for I fear that he'll crush my child. "Get off of me!" I shriek at him. He wrestles my hands to the ground and makes me be still. "I want what I came for, you lowly bitch. I want you." He yanks down my pants and presses his hand over my cloth there. "Does that Barbarian shit touch you like this?" he taunts me. I scream, struggling. "I should rape you. You're worthless." With all my rage, I spit in his face. This only makes him more ravenous and ferocious. His fist connects with my face and I instantly know that a bruise will be planted on my face. "You promised me your heart!" he cries at me. Cordell bends back and begins to unbuckle his pants, all the while keeping me pinned to the ground. He goes to push himself inside of me when my knee comes up and hits him in his most sensitive area. He doubles over in agonizing pain, which gives me an opportunity to escape. I scramble out of the tent and into the fluffy snow with a bruised cheek and a bloody lip. The men all stop and stare as I fall to the ground at one of their feet. The man looks slightly concerned with my state of well-being as Cordell comes rushing out of the tent. He raises his hand to hit me again but the man catches his fist. "Let her be, Mason. You've already taught her a lesson." Cordell yanks himself out of the man's grip and storms around the fire. "No one is to feed her! No one is to talk to her! Keep her tied up like a bitch, because that's exactly what she is." The men drag me over to a tree where they tie me to the trunk with ropes. I fight, but I tire after five minutes. It's cold, I'm hurt, and I'm missing Abigor and Black Bear. I see Cordell giving me a look of death before he turns on his heel and strides pompously back into his tent. Throughout the course of the evening, I sit against my tree and watch the men talk battle plans and feast upon a dinner that makes my mouth water beyond belief. Constantly Abigor is on my mind. The demons of winter come that night as the men are getting ready to head into their tents for the night. One throws me a blanket and I greedily snatch it up into my hands, trying to salvage all of the warmth from it. The fire is put out as the last of the men are retreating into their tents for the night. I see Cordell standing by the dying embers. He looks menacing and crazed. I look away from his face and into the desolate forest surrounding me. He speaks up then. "Don't worry, Elizabella. You won't die in the cold tonight," he whispers. I still refuse to look at him. "The gods have spoken to me, and we have decided to use you and your betrayal to our advantage. Tomorrow we shall travel to where your husband is stationed. If I can't have you, I'd rather pursue my dream of world domination." This catches my attention. I turn my head towards him and narrow my eyes. "You don't know where he is," I hiss at him. Cordell just throws his head back, laughing heartily like I'd just said the grandest thing in the world. "Oh-ho-ho, but I do," Cordell says, his laugh humourless. "If he truly loves you and your unborn Barbarian brat, he won't refuse the offer I give him." My face heats up in anger despite the raging cold of the outdoors. "And what offer will you put on your golden platter before my king?" I say through gritted teeth. He runs a hand through his knotted auburn hair. "Suppose you'll just have to wait and see, hmm?" He wipes his hands on his jacket. "Have fun out here in the freezing cold, love. And try to look presentable for tomorrow." I watch him as he retreats back to his tent. "The gods favour the fortunate brave. I do not know why they favour you." I whisper, the wind carrying the saying to his ears. Cordell turns around slowly. "Because they know it is my destiny to destroy any enemy that blocks my path to glory," he says to me. "They know it is my destiny to conquer your new home, burn Castle Rock, and have the head of your bastard husband mounted on a post in front of the Iron Castle. I will be known as the King of the Universe." I shake my head at him. He knows nothing of the gods. "The gods shan't give their throne up for you," I say to him. The sky is darkening, thick black clouds rolling over the incandescent moon. "What makes you think that they will make you the ruler of the universe?" With three long strides, he is kneeling in front of me. His fingers clutch my jaw tightly. I sit completely still for I know that if I try anything that he will overpower me in a heartbeat. "I will be loved. I will be king. And it's a pity you won't be at my side to see it happen. I'm afraid I'll just have to trample over you since you insist on standing in the path of a raging bull." He then lets me go and crawls into his tent for the night. I lean my head against the tree's trunk and try to salvage all of the warmth from my thickly layered furs and the thin, ratty blanket that was thrown to me by one of the soldiers. I close my eyes and imagine Abigor's warm arms wrapped around my shivering, frail body. I pray the gods keep me and my unborn child safe and warm through the night. 0o0o0o0o I am sitting on the bed, watching him from a few feet away. He sits like a true ruler in his bearskin chair, his head leaned back against the soft fur pelt. He stares into the fire, hearing it crackle and pop in the night air. In his hand is a goblet of wine. It is a summer night, one of the most beautiful in the whole entire season. I am naked on our bed. I have become increasingly comfortable in my skin with Abigor's reassurances that I am the most beautiful woman that he's ever seen. He made love to me beneath the sunset, as he does every night. He even let me take the lead that night. He enjoyed it better when I took charge. I peer at him through my thick curtain of curly brown hair. He looks over at me and smiles widely. "Tiger Claw," he whispers. "Ku zo gare ni, masoyi." (Come to me, my love.) I oblige, sliding off of the silk sheets to pad across the stone floor to him. I stand in front of him. His eyes roam all over my body, mimicking what his hands want to do to me. His hands suddenly rest on my very pregnant stomach. I lean forward as he presses his lips to my skin. "My child," he whispers. "He will be the prince that conquers the world. Everyone shall love him. Everyone shall respect him. Every knee shall be bent in his presence. And you, my love. You will be the queen that every soul remembers." Suddenly, our fire is reduced to black ash like someone blew a candle's flame out and we're in the forest. I'm in my silk nightgown, lying in the snow before a large gate, made out of iron. I see Abigor standing on the other side of it. Snowflakes fall on my face. I look up at the sky before turning my head towards his. "I'm so cold," I whisper. My lips are blue, my fingertips numb. He curls his fingers around the cold metal bars and nods his head. "I know." I move in the snow, my tears forming like crystals on my cheeks. "Why won't you come to me?" I ask. I can't get up. I'm stuck in this weathered snow and it holds me there. I reach out to him. "Please…I'm so cold." He rests his head against the bars and shakes his head. "I can't." That's all he says. I sigh sadly and look up at the sky. The snow is falling harder now. It's covering me. When I look back at the gates, Abigor's outline is fading. I can't seem him as well anymore. "Where are you going?" I ask him. His outline flickers on and off. "Please don't leave me." He looks up at me with sadness in his eyes. "I can't stay." I shake my head, fighting the urge to cry. "But you can't leave me." "I have to," he replies. " But…I will return. I will find you. Somehow." I reach out my hand. His arm is long enough to fit through the bars. His fingertips grace mine with warmth. I hold onto him so tight. "I love you." "And I you," comes his husky whisper. I move my frozen limbs in the snow. I cringe and cry out in pain. "I…I can't move. It hurts so badly." His big brown eyes stare into mine. "Don't give up." His outline flickers again. He's going to leave soon. The snow is slowly burying me. I can no longer see my feet. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a tall, dark figure creeping behind Abigor. I try to warn him, but my mouth his frozen and I can't seem to work my tongue. He's looking down at the snow, his hand clenching mine tightly. My eyes widen and my breathing speeds up. The snow is slowly covering my face. The dark figure raises a sword. I cry out for him to move, but my hand has frozen him to the gates. The sword comes down hard on him, beheading my lover. I want to scream, I want to cry. But as the last of the snow fall from the desolate sky, my eyes are covered from the horrid sight of my king's glassy brown eyes staring at me from where he laid in the snow. I'm falling, tumbling through a snow vortex, only to land on a ground covered in ash. It is the capital city of Stauckana, where Castle Rock is located it. The houses are burned down. Smoke tumbles out from the windows and creates a thick fog in my atmosphere. I'm wearing my torn red silk dress from the first day I came to Stauckana. There are still flames burning away at the grass and little sparks sizzling in the dirt ground. I see the toys of small children lying black and charcoal-like on the ground. I begin to cry as I pick up a small cloth doll. There are the unfortunate people that are lying on the ground, burnt to a crisp in the fireball raid. It is truly a massacre. I step over a fallen log and trip on my ripped rags. I see the young child lying next to her mother, her hand stretched out as if she were reaching for something. The doll. Sobbing, I place it into her hand before standing up to see the catastrophe unfolding around me. I'm running, running so fast that the tears on my face are flying off of my cheeks. A rip in time suddenly creates a doorway for me to go through. Desperate to escape the hell that became all too real, I dart through it. I'm in a palace. I collapse to my knees, relieved that I'm back in Stauckana. Castle Rock hasn't been burned down. But as I look around, I notice that this castle is certainly not Castle Rock. It's the Iron Castle. I'm dressed in a huge black dress, the typical mourning attire in Bellechester. I stand and run into one of the rooms, desperate to find the way out of this place. I open the door to Cordell, sitting at the end of a long table with a golden crown on his head. "Pleasure to have you join," he says loudly and somewhat rudely. "It only took you forever to get here. Do sit down." I don't want to sit down, but my legs suddenly become wobbly and I have no choice. The door slams shut behind me, inevitably trapping me inside with him. I want to cry, but I have no tears left. There is a wine glass in front of me, and a plate of food. It looks delicious and my mouth waters. It seems like I've not eaten in a year. I look up at Cordell. "Eat. You seem hungry," he says. "I had it prepared specially for you." Without words, I dive into my food. Cordell watches with a sick sort of humour as he leans back in his chair, sipping his wine. Suddenly, I begin to cough uncontrollably. The food has been poisoned. I should have known. As I drift into the silent darkness, I can see Cordell's triumphant look. "You…you won't win." I cough. "I-I won't…let…you." He comes over as I tumble onto the floor, clutching my neck and gasping for breath. "Oh but Elizabella," he murmurs sweetly. "I already have." And darkness closes in on me. I wake up in a fright, tears streaming down my face. It is night and the moon is shining brightly. I have only slept for a couple of hours. The owls call at night. The world around me is quiet, and cold, and cruel. I know the dream wasn't real but it could easily become a reality. I curl against the tree, trying to get warm again but I'm not having much luck. I just want to fall asleep and bury this nightmare that I'm living six feet under. The hellish nightmare gave me insight on what could happen if Cordell really did succeed. The gods are warning me of an outcome so disastrous that even they want to stop it. I know that I can't let him win. I can't give up. I can't stop fighting. For when an opponent stops fighting, for even a second, it gives the other a chance to find a weak spot and run you through. He told me before. He will return. He will find me. Beast I can feel his lips skirting across my neck, his hot breath behind my ear. His hands roam over my skin, and suddenly I'm lost in his touch. "I try to concentrate, but all thoughts of sanity drift away the moment you touch me like that," I whisper to him in the darkness and security of our room. The fire is the only light we see. Sometimes I can't sleep in the middle of the night, and he's found that he doesn't sleep well without me in his arms. The flames lick at the logs of wood, sending sparks up into the air. "I am assuming you cannot sleep," he replies softly. His voice is husky from slumber and gives me goosebumps all over my arms. "And if you're not by my side, neither can I. What is keeping you from your dreams?" he asks me, tucking a curl behind my ear. I show him the records I'd gotten from the library. "They are about your mother and father. Their love story." I whisper to him. He becomes sullen as he looks away from me. I look down at the records in embarrassment and begin to roll them up. He places a hand over mine. "Do not." Abigor looks me in the eyes. He is so beautiful. His chocolate eyes shine like honey in the firelight, his dark eyelashes framing them. "My mother and father's love story is the traditional love story. Man and woman meet, man and woman fall in love, man and woman marry. But you and I…you and I will have our legacy written on the walls of Castle Rock forever." I place my hand on his hot cheek, my fingers tracing a pattern over his powerful jaw and into the dimple on his chin. He leans into my touch, savouring the feeling of my skin on his. "Most think me to be a monster," he tells me. "But yet you treat me like a saint. Your heart is full of love." I prop myself up on my elbow, the strap of my nightgown falling down my shoulder. "And yours is not?" "It wasn't before you came along," Abigor murmurs. "I used to share this bed with no one, suffer through the cold winter nights alone. I used to fuck a whore every day, feeling nothing but primal lust, beastliness. You, Eliza, make me feel human. You help me to forget my past." I nuzzle close to him and hear his heart beating. He makes me feel like the most beautiful creature to step foot on the planet. He rolls over onto his back, pulling me with him. I'm straddling his waist, looking deep into those passionate pools of chocolate. He presses his hot lips to mine. I part my lips, allowing him entrance into my mouth. Our tongues rub together as we attempt to get as close as possible to him. He tastes like mulled wine and mint leaves. He moans into my mouth. "It's been too long." I nod my head. "I don't ever want to leave you again. I don't feel safe unless you're nearby." He nuzzles his nose into my neck. "Then I shall always be nearby, so that you may always feel safe." 0o0o0o0o After sitting around tied to that barren tree in the early hours of the morning, Cordell had checked up on me to make sure I wasn't dead or dying. Kind of him, no? He brought me into his tent and started a small fire to warm my numbing fingers and toes. I stare at him as he sits in his chair and inspects the riches that he'd stolen from one of the Hausa villages he'd burned to the ground. It is a ruby necklace. "Isn't it lovely, Elizabella? I would have given it to you but due to the circumstances…" He drops the ruby necklace back into his sack. I look at him with disgust. "The gods give you riches yet you kill for more," I say. He looks at up me and dangles a sapphire before me. Right now I'd rather be in the freezing cold than sitting here with him, tied up. He was such a good man. This idea of the Silvertongue and deciphering the book of Azazel has driven him to the verge of madness. I remember back in Bellechester when we'd sit in the meadows of beautiful wildflowers separating civilization from thick thorn jungles. How he'd smile at me and kiss my hand, flaunting me around the town like I was the most precious jewel. It's crazy how people can change. Now he's a monster. He tried to rape me, kill me…! "The gods favour me. They'll give me what I want—" "Want, want, want. Everybody wants something. Seattle wants peace. Pateros wants a naval war. What, exactly, do you want Mason?" I spit at him, my eyes narrowing. He looks taken aback by my words. His emerald eyes shone with anger. "You know, I'm quite surprised you still have a tongue. If you were my wife and you spoke to me like that, you wouldn't have one anymore. But I suppose your husband's rather stupid—after all, his brain is the size of a pea," he snorts. My face reddens. "My husband kills with grace. He has more agility than a gazelle, faster reflexes than those of a cheetah. And when he kills you with said grace, you shall look up from the pits of hell and admire his tactics even then." Cordell snorts again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You entertain me." I glare at him in the darkness of the tent as he rummages through his sack of jewels. "Words can deceive. Hearts can deceive. But the eyes…those we can trust. And trust me when I say that you will be as good as dead when you fall into the hands of my husband." "Bite. Your. Tongue!" Cordell grumbles through gritted teeth. "Or I'll take it upon myself to cut your tongue out at this very moment!" I look away from him. I can't stand the sight of him. "Someone will win this war, Cordell." "Yes, I agree." He laughs at me, no humour in his tone. "It will be the side worthy of having a win." "Right again." "It will be the Hausas." "Very doubtful." 0o0o0o0o It takes me a few minutes when I wake up to truly understand why the trees are racing past me, and why my bed smells like an animal. When I finally realize that I'm on the back of a running horse, my eyes fly open as my mouth emits a gasp that startles the rider. My hands and feet are bound together and I'm tied to the horse so tightly that I wouldn't fall off if the mount took a tricky turn or jump. Snow is fresh on this ground, so I know that we're far from where the camp was. I don't say anything when the horse begins to slow down. There are other men on horseback, their armour gleaming in the bright sunlight, their breath rolling from their lips like puffs of dragon smoke. The bitter winter cold bites at my cheeks and nose, making the normal porcelain white skin turn a rather odd shade of scarlet. The pounding of horse hooves against the ground echoes in my head, their strong legs powering through the light snow that would normally slow them down quite a bit. But these horses are on a mission; they are on their way to get a job done. And in the back of my mind, I believe I know what that job will be. I raise my head and look in front of us to see the commander of these riders, and I see Cordell. He leads them to where my husband had been deemed safe. He will lead them to their deaths, and drag them all throughout hell. My head pounds, my body aches. I'm not well. A night out in the cold had taken a toll on my body, and like Cordell said, did not kill me. But it did quite a number on my health. My eyes slowly shut and the brilliant white world before me slowly fades to dust. 0o0o0o0o I awaken again to the cold snow filling my animal skin boots as I'm dragged along. I am too weak to move. My eyes flicker open as I'm stood up onto my feet. My vision is blurry and I'm not really sure what's going on. Something cool runs along my neck. It's a blade, but it's the sort of blade that teases. It doesn't slice. I stand up against a man with a blade held to my neck. I float closer and closer to reality. So close I can almost touch it. And then I see him stand up from his throne. My heart beats a little bit faster. That piece of me that I'd been lacking for so long finally feels full again. In the camp, there are little tents and tepees, aside from his chambers, which is made out of wood and animal skins. There are fires going on, melting metals in cauldrons into arrow and spearheads, and cooking foods. He shouts something and it jolts me back to life. I can see him, in all of his beautiful glory. His hair in a thick braid hanging down his back, his youthful and handsome face turned towards mine. Those sweet brown eyes are full of anger and worry. My numb fingers curl around the man's wrist where he holds the blade. "Let go or I'll cut your damn throat." I don't touch him again. Abigor takes a step forward, and the men all point their swords at me. Oh, gods. Abigor's face turns red as he faces Cordell. "You tread dangerous grounds, Bellechesterman." His deep bass ripples through the crisp, cold air. Cordell smirks but says nothing. He looks back at me. "Let my wife go." "Ah," Cordell says. "And this is where our conflict shall begin. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sir Cordell Masen, commander of the southwest troops. Your wife here promised me something. And once someone makes a promise, they should have to keep it, no?" Abigor doesn't like the games that Cordell plays, and it's clear on his face. "What are you getting at?" he growls, trying to hold himself together. Cordell walks over to me and strokes the side of my face. I want to turn and bite him but I remember the presence of the knife on my neck. "She promised to marry me, and father my children. But she lied and fucked you instead, becoming Queen of the Whores." "How dare you disrespect my wife!" Abigor booms, his accent layering on thick to the threatening words. His whole body begins to shake. It has been happening more and more often. "I could kill you!" "Ah, ah." Cordell clucks. "You might want to drag your footsteps lightly across this fragile bridge, my King. For if you take one step wrong, your wife could be the one to pay for it." The guards, which I recognize as Drinks Of Waterfall and Three Horses, grab Abigor's arms and whisper things into his ears. He seems to calm down just a little bit. "Very well, Bellechesterman. Let us hear your offer." Cordell steps away from me, his boots crunching powdery snow beneath them. "I will give you back your wife if…you gallantly gift me the Silvertongue." He smirks, shifting his weight to his other leg in the snow. Abigor doesn't need much time to react. He gives out orders in Hausa to get the things he needs. The men bustle around until Abigor holds a small wooden box in his hand. He opens it, pulling out the beautiful silver chain that he'd identified as the Silvertongue to me before. Cordell's eyes widen as he reaches out for it, but Abigor snatches it away before he can have it. "My wife," He growls menacingly. Mason rolls his eyes and glances back at the two men holding me in place. "Let the bitch go," he instructs his men stiffly. The knife is removed from my neck and I collapse to my knees with fatigue. That is when all hell breaks loose. The barbarians pull out their khopesh swords, expertly hid in their heavy animal fur coats, and start slashing away at the unprepared Bellechesterman. I stare at the ivory snow, which is quickly becoming stained with red. "Seize him!" I hear my brave husband boom. Drinks Of Waterfall and Three Horses grab Cordell by his arms and force him to his knees in front of Abigor. As I try to push up onto my knees, I can barely even recognize my husband. His eyes are black and he looks more menacing than ever. At his height of nearly seven feet, and his muscle mass like the mass of a walking mountain, he is the epitome of a god—an angry one at that. "This isn't fair!" Cordell cries, terror evident in his eyes. "You made a deal!" "You should know the barbarians," Abigor says with menace laced throughout his tone. "We never play fair." He picks up the cauldron of bubbling silver and holds it high above his head. "Za ka so da Silvertongue, zan ba ka da Silvertongue!" (You want the Silvertongue, I'll give you the Silvertongue!" I look away as Abigor pours molten silver down Cordell's screaming mouth, then using his khopesh to cut out his tongue. He holds the bloody, silver-covered tongue high up into the air as Cordell's lifeless body plummets into the earth. "Tsoro ni! Ku bi ni! Tare za mu kashe mutanen a cikin bakin karfe kara, fyade da mata, enslave 'ya'yansu!" he screams. "Za mu san kõme ba na jinkai." The Hausas scream with him. (Fear me! Follow me! Together we will kill the men in iron suits, rape their women, enslave their children! We will know nothing of mercy.) As I struggle to my feet, I can see the bodies of lifeless Bellechesterman soldiers littered everywhere. I make eye contact with him and the look on his face shows pure relief. "Ku zo gare ni, ni mace." (Come to me, my woman.) I smile because I know that everything's going to be okay now. I'm safe as long as I'm with Abigor. I scramble to my feet, holding my large stomach in my hands. Suddenly, I hear a cry of anger and pain floods my system. I'd been whipped. One single Bellechesterman wanted his vengeance. The barbed leather raked across my back, my smooth skin quickly becoming mangled and bloody. I cry out in pain. I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding everywhere. I don't see when the man gets killed. I don't see the look of horror and pain evident on Abigor's features. I hear bones snap and skin rip and suddenly I feel sick to my stomach. I can see Three Horses scuttling towards me, pulling me out of the way and to safety. I don't understand. I hear growling behind me. I turn my head towards the sound. And I find myself looking into the eyes of an enormous wolf. Howl When I come to, I am laying on a bed that smells like him. Abigor. But the last that I remember is that barbed whip stripping the skin from my back. I sit up too quickly and the pain instantly hits me. The furs on my top half are gone and I am naked except for the white bandages that dress the wounds on my back. I see the door to Abigor's warm cabin open and Three Horses steps inside. He is red in the face and his eyes are wild. "Sarauniya," he whispers. "How do you feel?" It is quiet and cold—I assume that it must be nighttime. "How long have I been asleep?" I ask him, rubbing a hand over my growing stomach. I try to sit up straight to relieve myself from my back pain, but it only does a little. Three Horses nears me. "A few hours. It is midnight." I try to swing my legs over the side of his bed but I'm so sore. Three Horses rushes over to help me up from my place on the bed. I tear my memory apart trying to remember what happened before I fell into that deep sleep. An eye. I can remember a huge brown eye staring at from me, a long snout and huge white fangs shown from pulled up lips. I can see a wolf. And that's when I recall what happened before I was here. "My husband," I whisper. "Three Horses, where is Dances With Wolves?" This is when the warrior's face turns pale as he looks towards the door. My skin turns an inhumanly shade of white as I begin to feel rather nauseous. "We…work with him. He's healthy but…unhealthy in a way. I t'ink you might want to come take a look for yourself." Three Horses fetches my heavy animal fur cloak and drapes it over my shoulders. Wrapping a hand around my waist, he stabilizes me and helps me walk out the door. Instantly, the cold blast of wind hits me and stings my once warm and rosy skin. In the distance, I can hear the howling of a wolf ring in my ears. My heart beats faster as we trudge through the snow. I'm trying to keep up with Three Horses but my back hurts so bad. Finally we near where the warriors are trying to keep a beast at bay. My beast. When I see him, my heart stops. I gasp and fall back from my place. He thrashes in the ropes he's tied it. The warriors try to calm him and lower him to the ground with said ropes, but it's only making him angrier. His eyes are yellow, primal. His fangs are sharp and purely white, dripping with blood. He stands taller than any wolf I'd ever seen in my life. His eyes rise to meet mine as he lets out a horrific howl that curdles my blood. 0o0o0o0o ABIGOR'S POV She sees me. She's disgusted with me. What I've become. I can't look at her beautiful face. I can't bear to see the disappointment and horror in her eyes. I stop fighting the warriors and settle down in the snow. I can see the beads of sweat forming on Drinks of Waterfall's face as he loosens his hold on the rope. I'd been fighting long enough. Three Horses whispers something to Eliza. She licks her lips and steps forward. "Na soyayya…kuna har yanzu a wurin?" comes her sweet, honey-toned voice. "Ina bukatar mu san idan mutum shi ne har yanzu a ciki.." (My love…are you still there? I need to know if the man is still inside.) I lift my head slightly at the sound of her footsteps drawing closer. I breathe out of my huge, flaring nostrils and watch as my breath curls away in the crisp air like fire smoke. How do I answer her? I cannot speak. I cannot communicate. I am a beast. She inches her hand closer to my pelt. I'm calm now. I shove my nose into her palm and lean my giant head into her arms. How I'd longed to be touched by her, held by her. I can smell the infant growing in her swelling stomach, I can smell the blood from the wounds on her back. I growl in remembrance of that wretched Bellechesterman scum that whipped her. This startles her and she jumps up, trying to scramble away. I whimper and inch closer to her on my paws. Once she realizes that I'm not being aggressive towards her, she throws herself at me and wraps her arms around my thick neck, her tiny fingers grabbing at my pelt. "Don allah," she whimpers, her bottom lip quivering. "Don allah, ina bukatan miji na baya." My eyes feel watery as I stare out into the distance at the bright moon aglow in the sky and the Vibrant Mountains off in the horizon. (Please. Please, I need my husband back.) She's weeping now. "Ya mai girma da dukan iko wolf, bã ku canza konkoma karãtunsa fãtun a gare ni?" Somewhere deep in my body, I can feel something stirring inside of me. I need to be human again. I need to be there for her. (Oh great and all-powerful wolf, will you not change your skins for me?) As this something stirs, I can feel the most excruciating pain in my life come back to haunt me. My bones are breaking, shrinking smaller. My skin is splitting, my fur falling away as human skin takes the place of it. My wolf howl is cut off as my fangs are back to human teeth and human lips form a human scream rather than a howl. And here I am, standing naked as day before my wife and my warriors. My shoulders heave up and down—that whole process was physically exhausting. "A-Abi—" I don't even give her time to finish. In one step I am by her side, clutching her frail body to mine, burying my nose into the collar of her neck. And she's hugging me back. "I almost lost you," I sob into her shoulder. The memories of the knife to her neck, the whip stripping the porcelain skin from her back. "And I almost lost you," she sobs right back to me. "I didn't know if you could ever change back." She pulls away to look at me. I'm naked and not having seen my body in weeks makes a faint blush return to her cheeks. How I'd missed that blush of hers. "You are not cold?" she asks. No. I am not. In fact, I feel comfortable in this weather. I don't say anything about my temperature. "Come with me, kyakkyawa. There is much to explain." (Beauty.) I ignore the gaping mouths of my men and trudge to my cabin like I wasn't a wolf just a few seconds ago. 0o0o0o0o ELIZA'S POV "Everything I've ever been told, everything I've ever read…it's all been true. It all makes sense now!" He paces the length of the room, naked as the day he was born. He still hasn't bothered to put any clothes on, but it's not like I care. "Before…before you were captured, those random fits of rage were unexplainable and I knew not what was going on with my body. But now…" "You are a wolf," I finish for him, my voice feathery and breathy. "Just like in the tales your father told. Like the ones I'd read in the library." "Shapeshifter," he corrects me. "Hausa Shapeshifter. The last one of our kind." My mouth falls open slightly as I smooth my hand over my stomach. He catches the small gesture and his eyes widen. "I…" "Do you think our baby will be a shapeshifter?" I whisper to him. He walks closer towards me. "It will be hard to say," he replies. "There's really no telling." "But now that you know it's in your blood, it…it must be in our baby's." I nod my head at him. "It has to be." "Wait," he says, coming over to sit next to me on the bed. "It skipped over my grandfather and my father. The last time a shapeshifter was documented was three generations ago, with my great-grandfather. Ephraim, or Mighty Claw. It's possible that this shapeshifting bloodline could be passed to our child." I lean back against the wall for a split second but sit right back up due to the wound. "Ouch," I murmured, rubbing my back softly. His eyes widen and he inspects the bloody bandages doing poorly to heal my wound. His heated fingers skirt across my cold skin. "How are you feeling?" he murmurs. "Does it still hurt?" I shake my head and stare at the fire crackling before the both of us. "Not as bad as before. I think you scared the pain out of me, quite honestly." The corner of his lips pulls up slightly and I lean over and kiss his tattooed bicep since I'm not tall enough to reach his cheek. "How did you even get here? I assumed you were safe in Castle Rock. I even left Black Bear to guard the perimeters so you weren't completely alone. I know of your fondness for him." Abigor says. At his words, I look away and down at my feet. It brings back the painful memories of my good friend and the horrendous act of betrayal that landed me here. "Black Bear has died," I murmur, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. He gives me a funny look to see if I jest, but the look of pure sadness in my eyes shows him that I do not. He stands up from my bedside with fury in his eyes. "One of my best warriors? How?" I struggle to say the word. "Arrow." His face turns bright red. "Tell me how he died. You seem to know something that I obviously don't." "Black Bear gave his life to save me. An archer from Bellechester was taking shots, and he pushed me out of the way before one pierced me. He was shot three times before he died and I was taken away." I sniffle a little. Reliving the memories is definitely not something I wish to do, but it's something I must do. The king must know the truth. "And why," he muses. "Were you outside? I thought I told you to remain inside Castle Rock at all times." I narrow my eyes while looking into the fire. "You should have told Ivona that." "Iv…Ivona?" He cocks his head, his long black hair flowing over his shoulders. "What in Azazel's name does Ivona have to do with anything?" I stand up to feel less inferior to him as he towers over me. "She's the one who locked me outside after falsely alarming me that you were home." I look him straight in the eye so he can tell I'm not lying to him. "My brother's whore…" he whispers, his eyes widening. "…did this to you? Got us into this whole mess?" I nod my head. "I've no reason to lie about this. She told me you were home so I went out the special door she told me to, and then closed it right behind me in the middle of a snowstorm. That's when the archer started to aim." Abigor stares at me, his eyes full of despair. "Ivona tried to kill you," he murmurs softly, his voice barely even audible. "And in doing so, has killed one of my best warriors. She shall feel the wrath of a king." He begins to shake a little, just like he used to before he shifted. I don't want him to turn back into a wolf so I stand—a little too quickly (as I feel the pain on my back)—and try to comfort him. "But I'm here now, and I'm okay. I'm safe here with you." He raises his hands and tugs at the roots of his hair, his mind in obvious distress. "It does not matter! What would have happened if that palefale you once called your lover did not take you to me and in fact killed you? Or if Black Bear did not push you out of the way? You'd be dead! Buried beneath the ground! And I'd be alone, yet again!" He begins to curse and pace around the room again. I stare at him in shock, his lean muscles bunching up and then loosening as he tenses and relaxes. The feelings of shock and anger and fright swell up into him until he's fighting to hold back his tears. "You can't leave me!" I rush to him and grab his face in my hands, bringing his face down to mine. "You didn't. You didn't lose me, and you won't lose me." I can't stand when he's upset. It makes me feel upset too. He finally forces back his tears, gulping down his sadness. The wetness at the corners of his eyes is evidence of how he's feeling. "I'd die," he murmurs. "I'd die without you." All I want to do is make him feel better. My hands slither up his arms, over the lithe muscles in his neck and to his face. I tilt his face down towards mine so that he's looking at me. "Kiss me." He looks deeply into my eyes as if he's searching for something. He slowly lowers his mouth to mine, savouring the taste of my lips upon his. Our lips begin to move together, his tongue slipping into my mouth on timed intervals. It makes my knees weak. He places his hand on my neck and tips my chin back with his thumb, allowing him access to the sweet spots on my porcelain skin. He kisses them and I moan in pleasure. His fingers run through my hair, entangling themselves in my curls. "How I've missed your touch," I whisper between kisses. Abigor's breathing becomes heavier and more laboured the more we touch and kiss. "Stop this," he says suddenly, pulling away. I'm left in shock, wondering if I'd done something wrong. He turns his head so I can only see the profile of his face. "Or…I might be tempted to ravish you." I stand there with sweat clinging to my skin, my chest heaving from not catching enough breath between dizzying kisses. "I want you to ravish me." He goes over to the bed by the wall of the cabin and lays down on it. He obviously wants me too, with the way that his cock stands proudly up against his belly. But he quickly conceals said want with a blanket. "You are hurt, and you are pregnant. Come lay with me tonight, and I may consider ravishing you tomorrow." I make my way over to where he lays on his bed and sit down next to his resting form. I slowly shift to lie on my back, trying to find an angle where it won't irritate my wound. We both look up at the top of the cabin. He entwines his fingers in mine and brings my knuckles to his lips. "I promise you that Ivona will feel my wrath. This will not be left unsaid." I want that woman to burn in the pits of hell for what she's done. She's the reason that Black Bear died, that I was captured and almost killed, and that Abigor phased. "What do we do tomorrow?" I ask him. He sighs. "We go back to Castle Rock." I turn my head to look at him, my eyes wide. "But what of your expedition…? You surely mustn't call it off to take me back home." "I am not calling it off," he tells me. "Three Horses shall take command of my army and lead them into battle. I am taking you home in the early hours of the morning. I will deal with Ivona and I will make sure you are safe. War has no place for a woman…a woman as delicate and precious as you." The cabin's wooden walls creak as the wind tries to blow it down with all of the force it could muster. I cling to my husband. I'm not ready to let go of him quite yet. That day was very eventful and something we both need is sleep to put our minds at rest. But tomorrow still lies ahead. Tomorrow we must journey miles back to the safety of Castle Rock if we aren't attacked on the way there. Each day is a struggle, but we shall take it one step at a time. I turn my head to look him in the eyes. The corner of his mouth tugs up in the corner. He is so beautiful. "Why do you look at me so?" "Because you are the epitome of youth and beauty," he replies. I nuzzle my nose against his and press my lips against his. I lay my head on his shoulder and sigh. He covers my body with the blanket and my hand skirts down his waist until it lays on his pelvic bone. "Sleep," he whispers. "I think we both need it after today." I wordlessly agree, clinging tightly to him as I drift into peaceful blackness. Betrayal In the early hours of the morning, we headed off into the horizon to begin our journey back home. We took our two horses, Daybreak and Midnight and loaded them with supplies we'd need for the trek. It's been about an hour into our ride back to the castle through secret routes only Abigor would know of, using them as shortcuts. I keep my furs wrapped tightly around my body and urge my horse on through the terrible cold of the winter. I've never been so miserable in my entire life. Abigor constantly looks back at me to see if I'm still hanging on, and like the stubborn woman I am, I always remain determined, even through this weather. It shan't disarm me of my strength. He scopes out the surroundings before waving me on as his horse gallops down a hidden pathway in the forest. It's surrounded by thick pine and the snow is not as deep as compared to when we're out in the vast fields that once had abundant plant life. "Can you believe how dead this forest is?" I say, my voice echoing out in the quiet area, my voice cutting sharply through the crisp air. He turns around and shushes me. I nod my head quickly, forgetting myself. The enemy could be anywhere. They could strike at any time. And what an opportunity to capture the queen and the king of Stauckana? As we travel through the small pathway, he answers me. "Winter kills all. I despise the demons of the cold." He looks back at me through his peripherals and sighs. "Winter and I have had long histories." My horse huffs loudly beneath me. I smooth a hand along her smooth, warm neck and scratch behind her ear. "Good girl. Keep going. Only a little more to go…right?" I look up at Abigor, who has turned back around. His long animal skin cloak hangs down over the sides of his great black steed and blows in the wind. I remember some of the surroundings around me but not all of them. I remember when I'd rode off into the forest on this very same horse and saw the barbarians massacring a nearby village in a raid. We're close to him. My mouth doesn't seem to want to shut as I ask a question that renders my husband into a shocked state. "Why do you raid if you know that it causes problems with other lands? Is it greed?" After a few moments of stunned silence, my husband finally lets out a growl. "Greed," he whispers. "My people have had long histories with the surrounding kingdoms. Centuries ago, Stauckana was no more than a small tribe in the south that had a castle the size of a nobleman's house and no riches. The three kingdoms stomped all over us like we were the scum of the earth." My eyes widen as I'm listening to him. He leads me further and further into the shortcut path. "Scum of the earth, we wanted to be no more. Slowly, we assembled groups that the king named raid parties to go into small villages around us and steal from them in retaliation. Slowly, our population grew from stealing small things like food and measly gems to please our king. Then came your kingdom. We'd not bothered them but they sought us out. And so it was the Battle of Red Dirt; they massacred us on our own soil, killed our king, took the riches we had, and stomped back out with a triumph to parade in their villages. For at least a century we were a weak people. No army, no navy, no home to call our own." Abigor stops to catch his breath. I exhale as I realize I'd been holding my breath the whole time. I want him to continue his story. "Then came a new king. He was the Strong Wolf of the South, or so the people called him. He was said to have the strength of ten men and determination of a hungry animal. We built our empire back up while those foolish royals had their backs turned, unaware of what was happening around them until it was too late. We raided Bellechester and slew their king like they did ours, took all their jewels and brought it back to the south. We named our land Stauckana, and then took back what was ours from other kingdoms who took advantage of the Battle of Red Dirt to swoop in and weaken us further," Abigor explains. I am silent. "I…I never knew that was the reason behind raiding. I had no idea-! That is why my people thought your people were savages because you defended yourselves and retaliated and kept your pride… Oh, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Abigor shrugs his shoulders. "I didn't want it to affect your views of me. You fell in love with me knowing that I am the 'king of the savages.' But every single one of the kingdoms has seemed to forget about our hardships for years upon years and their views of us have just taken over the truth. And you're probably wondering why I still order raids. I don't know. There hasn't been a big war in years until now. It was to maintain power over the other three kingdoms." "If it's what you think is right, I shan't question you on it," I tell him, twisting my hands in the reins of my horse. He looks back at me with a blank expression on his face. "I am my father's son. I am reckless, I am a fool, I am a beast. But one thing that I will never be is a tyrant. I will lead my people to victory. I will lead battles if necessary. And…if it's what you desire, I will minimize my raiding." Abigor whispers. "I'd do anything if it made you happy. I know how this war has taken a toll on you." I know he's referring to the traumatizing experience with Cordell. But he's killed Cordell and my conflict is supposedly over, for now…or at least I think it is. "What do we do when we return home?" I ask him, digging my heels into Daybreak's soft underbelly to make her catch up with Abigor's horse. I see his jaw tense up. "First, we'll walk into Castle Rock and rid our bodies of this cold. Then…I don't know what you're doing, but I'm jailing Ivona until my brother gets back to decide what to do with her." Another gust of freezing cold wind blows in my face. I close my eyes as snowflakes catch on my eyelashes. Tiny sharp crystals sting my face and colour my cheeks a scarlet red. I wipe my face with the sleeve of my animal fur coat. "Will you kill her then?" I ask him. He snorts humorlessly. "Yes. She will die. But how is what I need to talk to my brother about. I know that Iron Coyote will be hesitant with me killing his whore, but she's gone either way." He looks over at me with his brown eyes blackening. "Almost losing you was unacceptable." Suddenly I feel nauseous at the thought of us being separated. I'm also sure that my child isn't helping my nausea with all of the activity he's doing inside of me. I can feel my baby's kicks constantly. "Oh," I say when the baby kicks me right on my bladder. Abigor steers his horse right next to mine so that we're within arms reach of each other. He smoothes a hand on my belly right in time to feel the child kick. "He's already strong." "Your child," I chuckle softly. "Of course he'd be strong." I don't really know if my baby's a boy but Abigor's been calling the child by said gender ever since I found out that I was pregnant. He just seems to know, somewhere deep down in his gut, that this child's a boy. A prince. "How far away are we now?" I ask him as another freezing cold gust of wind blows through the stick thin trees and nips at me again. He looks around at our surroundings, searching for some sort of landmark. "About five miles," he whispers. "But there's a small village very nearby. We can rest there for a little while and receive food and drink from the villagers." I nod my head. "Okay. Which way?" I ask. He points off into the distance. "Just over that hill should be the town Thunder Bird," he replies. "Let's go." Our horses break into a gallop, swerving through trees until we reach our destination. Abigor and I easily manoeuvre our mounts down the hill until we see the sets of little wooden houses and curls of smoke leading from a lone fire by a larger house. It's unusually desolate. "Shin wada a nan?" he calls out loudly. His voice splits through the air and echoes in the emptiness of the forest. He dismounts his horse and walks around. He walks around through the snow and looks for any signs of life. "Kar a ji tsoro. Yana da na, sarki. Raye-Raye da wolves." (Is anyone there? Do not be afraid. It is I, the king. Dances With Wolves.) Still no answer. "It doesn't look like anyone's here," I whisper. I slide down from my horse and tie her reins to a small post to keep her from wandering off. I look up when I hear Abigor gasp quietly. He looks down at a small puddle of red that he's accidentally stepped into. Then he opens the door of the cabin, only to turn away from it a second later. "Don't look," he warns me, but it's too late. My interest has peaked and I look anyways like the curious creature I am. My eyes widen. I see a man and woman, skewered together with a sharp spear. I see the type of spearhead it is—Bellechester. But then I see a shiny teal cloth lying on the ground—Pateros. They must have done this together, as allies. The smell of rotting flesh hits me as Abigor's closing the door. He looks deeply upset and saddened. "How did they get this close? My armies have been pushing north and dominating." His fingers tug at the roots of his hair. "Thunder Bird was once prosperous little trading post for travellers through the Forest of Thieves. Now look at it…burnt, people slaughtered." I cover my mouth with my hands and lean against my horse. "You're trying your best," I whisper to him. "You can't be in 10,000 places at once. You've got the weight of the world on your shoulders." Abigor's boots crunch in the snow as he inspects the other cabins for any signs of life. But no one is alive; they have all been slain in the attack. He sees a small child's cloth doll lying burnt on the ground. He rubs the stubble on his chin as he looks at it before bending to pick it up. I study his face for his reaction but he's completely blank. He sighs, his shoulders slumping. He murmurs something that I can't hear before thrusting the doll away into the brush. He can't stand to look at it anymore. "Oh Abigor," I murmur. "You can't blame—" I'm cut off as I suddenly can hear twigs snapping behind me. I look around and see a huge white beast emerging from the forest with blood smeared all over the muzzle. My heart stops as Abigor sees the creature and whips out his sword, ready to slay it. But as I see the beast look up into my eyes, something inside of my head clicks. Just before Abigor gets close enough with his sword, I scream out for him to stop. He halts his movements as the beast creeps forward on his front paws towards me. "Eliza, it will kill you if I don't do something!" I ignore Abigor's pleas as I cock my head while looking at the white beast. "Because he's my wolf. It's Scar." Once I say his name, his ears perk up and his tail begins to wag. But what completely blows my mind is how big he has gotten. I pet the young wolf's head as he comes submissively over to me, still wagging his tail. I suppose it's quite plausible for him to have grown this large in the time that I had been gone. Abigor sheathes his sword and walks over to the wolf. "He's fully grown," he says. "I didn't recognize him." "Well, it's a good thing that I did, then," I reply to him. "He's truly a magnificent beast. But he will never match you," I smile. Abigor's lips quirk up into a half smile. He's still not thrilled about being a shapeshifter, but he's glad his questions have been answered. He mounts his steed again. "We must go now. I cannot be here anymore. This stench of death is disabling." I climb onto my horse. Scar follows us, running alongside my horse's long strides in the snow. I can only wonder why his muzzle is bloody. He is just doing what he does best; protecting. 0o0o0o0o When we finally return to Castle Rock, it is midday. The sun beats down on the white snow, reflecting it up into our eyes. Even though the sun shines, it is still mercilessly freezing cold. Abigor knows the secret entrance to the castle so he takes me that way, instead of entering through the front gates. He doesn't want the whole world to know that we have returned home. That would cause a ruckus in the villages, and that would draw the attention of Bellechester and Pateros. We dock the horses in the stables before travelling on foot through the door that leads to the heart of the castle. The first thing that hits me once I am inside is the heat. It is so hot inside, compared to the cold I'd been surviving in for about a week. Scar runs alongside me until we get to the grand hall; there he turns and stalks down another hallway. It's so quiet and empty except for servants and maids bustling around the castle, keeping the stone fortress warm and comfortable. It's almost too quiet. I know something's up, and apparently so does Abigor. Down the hallway, we can see a young maid scurry out of one of the rooms with dirty laundry in a basket. Abigor calls out for her to stop. The maid nearly has a heart attack when she turns round to see the King of Stauckana demanding her attention. "Ni gida yanzu, yarinya. Gaya mani abin da ya faru a lokacin da ta iznin." Abigor spits out quickly in his mother tongue. (I am home now, girl. Tell me what has happened during my leave.) The maid bows her head and curtseys weakly before standing up to face my husband. "Ban san za ka dawo don haka nan da nan. Na sarki, da dan uwa ya mayar da. Sai ya ce da ka aiko shi gida don duba a kan sansani, da kuma gudanar da abubuwa na xan wani lokaci. Ya ke an jeruwar bias mana a kusa da…har ma a zaune a kan kursiyin." (I did not expect you to return so soon. My king, your brother has returned as well. He says that you sent him home to check on the castle, and run things for a while. He's been ordering us around...and even sitting on your throne.) Abigor's eyes widen as he gasps silently, taken aback by what the maid is telling him. "Ina ya yanzu, maid?" he demands. (Where is he now, maid?) "Na karshe na ga of shi ne lokacin da yake faruwa a sama zuwa ga harem," the maid replies, pointing a small finger at the great staircase that leads up to the harem room where I once called home. "Amma ina tsoro cewa shi ne awa daya da suka wuce, na sarki." (The last I saw him was when he was going up to the harem, but I am afraid that that was an hour ago, my king.) Right now Abigor is seething. "Oh, I know exactly where my brother is." And then he takes off up the stairs, each fall of his foot against the wood making a loud thump through the quiet castle. He is calling his name loudly, rousing the harem girls from their slumber and stirring the interests of other castle workers. "BROTHER!" 0o0o0o0o ABIGOR'S POV My heavy footfall rouses the men at peace in this castle but I do not care. I am on a mission and that is to find my brother. My brother that has betrayed me, and the whore that had tried to kill the only light I had left in this wretched world. The faster I walk, the closer I near to the dark corridor in which my brother's bedroom lies. My hair whips around my face as I come to stand in front of his door. I know he's inside. I can hear that whore moaning his name. And like the fool he is, he never locks his door. I bust down the door without even turning the knob, bursting into his room. She's sitting on his cock, thrusting up and down on him. Dirty. That's all I can think about. "Bastard!" I scream loudly, grabbing Ivona by the hair and yanking him off of his weeping cock and throwing her onto the floor. He's more stunned than angry that I'd walked on him. He shouts and stands up, not caring to hide his male genitalia from my eyes. "What in Azazel's name are you doing—" I don't give him time to finish. My fist cracks into his head, snapping it to the side. He falls back onto his bed. "I told you to lead them into Pateros! Because of you, the villages on the outskirts of Stauckana were slaughtered!" He holds his nose, watching as blood pours out of it. He's laughing, an evil menacing laugh. My eyes widen and a look of disgust crosses my features. "You do not tell me what to do," Iron Coyote replies. "I am the rightful heir. I will tell you-!" He stands up to face me, taking a swing at me. I duck and effortlessly miss his fist. I shove him hard backwards, smacking him against the wall. "Reckless!" I scream. "They've gotten through our kingdom's walls! We could lose this war! Our father…" I beat him with my fists, but he fights back against me extremely well. He's the only person who could match me. He lands a blow into my stomach, and then another to the side of my face. I feel the pain radiating through me as I fade in and out of a short dizzy spell. He stands and spits down on me. "Fuck you! Fuck our father! Fuck the rituals…let us duel, brother. Let me take what is mine!" Behind me, Ivona's screaming for us both to stop. That kariya. She too will pay. But I disregard her for the moment, glaring up at my older sibling as I stand on my feet. Months ago, I was afraid to duel. I would have put up with all of my brother's taunting and irritable, angry presence. Months ago, I would have tried to make peace with him, despite his harsh remarks about wanting me dead so he could have what he wanted. Yes, that's what I would have done. But….months ago I was not a shapeshifter. "Let us duel," I agree, nodding my head. Blood dribbles down my chin from my split lip, and I hastily wiped it away with my calloused fingers. "I will let you take what is rightfully yours. Death." My brother laughs humorlessly, going to a naked Ivona who confides in him for warmth, protection and comfort. Not for long, I think. "The throne is mine. It has always been mine. Our father was a fool…a failure! He was wrong to trust you!" I do not respond to that. I turn my back darkly and smile rather evilly because I already know the outcome of this duel. "When I kill you, I will mount your head on a post in front of the castle walls as a warning to those who do not know the extent of my wrath towards those who betray me." Then I turn around to look at the naked woman who is trying to hide behind my brother. "And when I kill her, I will mount her head right next to yours. That way you can both burn in hell for the rest of eternity." Sleep "Please," I groan. "I don't want you getting hurt. Don't duel. You're the king, can't you just throw him in jail?" Abigor grumbles. "No." I pace the length of our bedroom as he sharpens his khopesh sword with a special stone. The snow has stopped falling for the time being, leaving a fresh blanket of white powder covering the grass. I sigh, my shoulders slumping. "This is something that has to be done, isn't it?" I murmur softly, peering at him through my curtain of curly brown hair. He runs the stone along the sword once more with a clean swipe. "I put it off for far too long," he admits. "I duelled him once, and I won. I didn't kill him though, and that was my mistake. My greatest mistake." Abigor holds the sword up into the sunlight and the newly sharpened sword sparkles brilliantly. He inspects it, running his finger softly down the sharp side. He shows me his thumb with a grin. "Barely even touched it." Blood spills from the cut, but he doesn't seem to mind. He sucks it into his mouth and deems it healed. I stand by the fireplace and wrap my animal skin shawl tighter around my arms. "And this time you plan to kill him?" I question, staring at him with this large knot in my chest. It tightens when he nods. "You shall deal with him no longer," he says. "This time has been delayed, and now the time is here. It is upon us at this very hour." The crackling of the fire becomes louder as one of the logs falls from its place farther back in the hearth. I breathe out rather loudly, my hands clutching at the shawl. "You must…you must promise me something." He looks up at me with those beautiful eyes of his. I stare at his gloriously handsome face, gulping, as the knot in my chest grows tighter. "Anything," he replies with that deep, husky accent. My nails find my skin and I scratch, hard. "You must promise…to be safe." He nods his head. "Of course," he agrees. I can feel a little bit of blood trickle down my arm. He doesn't notice…yet. "You must also promise to return to me. Never to leave me." At this he sets down his khopesh and stands up to look at me. "Where is this coming from? I will win. I will return to you, like always." "Just…" I don't know what how to say it. "Please. Promise." Abigor notices the blood on my arm and frowns at me. He grips my hands and forces them to my side. "Stop that," he scolds me. "I hate it when you hurt yourself like that." My face burns red with embarrassment as I turn away and look towards the floor. He gives me a sympathetic look and turns my face back to his with the tip of his finger. "I…promise." He pulls me closer and kisses my temple with his burning hot lips. "Remember my secret. I am powerful." And then he pulls away and picks up his khopesh again. He opens the door and stares into the hallway. "Are you going to come?" he asks me. I sigh and slowly begin to walk forward. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and steers me down the hallway. 0o0o0o0o Iron Coyote is about as tall as Abigor, maybe an inch or so shorter. His muscles ripple beneath his copper skin as he stalks around the king with his khopesh sword in his hand. He is a true beast, his eyes with fire inside of them. He is green with greed. Greed for blood, fortune, royalty. Greed for everything he never had but was supposed to have had. Dances With Wolves is taller. Maybe he is an inch or so, but he is much larger in muscle mass. Whereas Iron Coyote is tall and lean, my husband has bicep muscles that look like they could crush a skull if he flexed them. And those muscles ripple all the way down his abdomen, leading beneath his breechcloth and animal skin pants. He, too, unsheathes his khopesh. His beautiful black hair gleams in the sunlight, giving off a bluish tint. We are outside. I am watching beside the maid that gave Abigor the information before. My heart pounds in my chest. I know that he is completely capable of killing Iron Coyote. But my question is whether or not he'll be injured in the process. He bares his teeth at Iron Coyote; he is a true beast. His eyes are ablaze with the intent to kill, his tongue ready to taste the blood that will make him gloriously triumphant. His strong fingers grip the golden handle of his sword. I know that the outcome of this duel will be as kind as the tip of a dagger. I am prepared, but I am scared. "Do you want to back down?" Iron Coyote questions him, twirling his sword casually in his hand. He has that same wretched smile on his face and his brows are pulled up-like he's amused by all that's going on. "Never again," Abigor snarls, his lip pulled back over his teeth like some sort of rabid animal. My heart begins to soar into action with the first clash of metal against metal. Iron Coyote's blows are continually blocked and met by Abigor's. Abigor's shoulders feet are wide and he is balanced as he quickly weaves his sword through the air. He slashes down with great force but Iron Coyote misses the blow—luckily for him. Abigor ducks underneath a swing of Iron Coyote's blade and swerves to slash at his back. The older man turns around to meet his sword before receiving a metal kiss on his back. Swerving in and out of swords, carefully missing each fatal blow with precision. They had both been taught by one of the best swordsmen in the barbarian country, or so it seems. No armour. No protection. Just luck, and pure skill. They are dancing with death, tangoing with the undertaker. Skirting along the edge of a jagged cliffside. My heart is beating faster and faster. I'm afraid for my husband's life. I look away, hoping to find solace in the trees. But the tears at the corners of my eyes grow larger and threaten to tumble down my face. I touch the topaz on my neck. He wouldn't leave me. Abigor plants his foot in Iron Coyote's stomach and sends him spiralling backwards. But somehow, that wretched bastard manages to stay on his feet. And they are back at it again, engaged in a sword fight like never before. Before Iron Coyote, I thought there was no man who could match Abigor's stamina. But when I think about it again, I conclude that they were taught by the same person—their father, the previous barbarian king. Yes, I think. That's it. That's why. With his other hand, Abigor lashes out at Iron Coyote and lands a punch in the middle of his face, blood pouring from his nostrils. With a quick swipe, Abigor gets a small gash running across his brother's right peck. Iron Coyote's cry of outrage echoes throughout the crisp, calm air as the clank of metal on metal sounds out again. He is pushing Abigor back through the snow, each blow of his sword coming down harder and harder until Abigor's grip loosens on the golden handle of his sword and it drops to the snow. Iron Coyote kicks Abigor square in his chest, landing him backwards into the same snow. And before I know it, the tip of his sword is at Abigor's throat. But he is hesitating. I cry out in shock. Abigor's sword is nowhere near him, maybe a yard away in the snow. Iron Coyote slashes the side of his face with the sword, leaving an ugly gash running along Abigor's cheekbone. The world seems to stop when the blade presses into Abigor's neck. Time seems to slow down, the snowflakes floating past my eyelashes moving a millimetre per minute. "It is over, Brother," Iron Coyote whispers. "I have won. The kingdom is mine. Your wife is mine. The riches, all of the things that were rightfully mine, are mine once more." Abigor says nothing. Blood drips down his cheek and onto his neck. Iron Coyote laughs and fake-pouts at his younger brother. "Here you are once more, little brother. Beneath me. And you will always be beneath me. You will be beneath the dirt for the rest of eternity when I am finished with you." Iron Coyote's lips curl into a malicious smile. "Any last words, Dances With Wolves, the great king no more?" He lays back in the snow. At this point, the tears come pouring down my face and I cover my mouth to encase my gasp of horror. He is submitting. He is accepting the fact that he is going to be killed. "It is not over," I stop my sobbing to hear what Abigor says, just one last time. "…until I say it is over." And before I can realize what he's doing, the dagger is already in Iron Coyote's chest. Oh, my clever, cunning lover! I stop my sobbing as Abigor scrambles out from beneath his older brother and away from his reach. "And it is over now, Brother," Abigor growls, both pain and anger in his eyes. It hurts him to kill his blood, but it was a step that was necessary. Ivona screams bloody-murder, collapsing to the ground in tears. It is ignored. He comes to me. He is walking my way with a longing look in his eyes. What a battle. He needs to rest after that. When he stops dead in his tracks, I frown at him. "Come," I say. "Be in my arms." I can tell that something is wrong by the look on his face. When I look further, I can see the tip of a sword protruding through Abigor's stomach. He reaches around him and grabs the hilt of the sword, which is in Iron Coyote's weak hands. Oh no. No, no, no. He pulls the sword out of his stomach and grabs it out of his brother's hands. In one clean swipe, Iron Coyote's head lays at his feet, glassy eyes staring off into the blackness of winter. My breath seems to be caught in my throat as he drops the sword to the ground, his brother's blood covering his hands. I'm shaking. I'm shaking not because I'm cold, but because I'm terrified. "You're okay. You're not hurt," I try to tell him, but it's more for my reassurance that he is. He's hurt. And he's hurt badly. The tears start coming again. "Please," I beg him. "Just say something!" He looks dead on into my eyes, his beautiful face crumpled in pain and anguish. "I will never…stop loving you." And then he collapses on the ground, my nightmares coming to life. 0o0o0o0o Three days. Three days and fourteen hours is the time I've been away from Abigor. Sitting in my room, screaming, horrified, trying to make the pain go away. I've noticed a change in the castle. Once lively in the summer, the castle hallways are filled with death and despair. Heavily pregnant, I find it hard to make my way around the castle, so I usually stay confined to my bedchambers. Tonight, however, I decide that I can't sleep in the bed that feels so empty without him by my side. I cradle my stomach in my hands as I hoist my legs over the edge of the bed. My long white nightgown hits the cold floors as I begin to walk over to the door. My heart is empty, no longer full of the love that once consumed me. He is gone. The weight of the world is now on my shoulders. The door moans softly as I open it into the dark hallway. Grabbing one of the candles, I navigate my way down the corridor. His room is not far from mine. I float down the hallway like a ghost, my bare feet touching those freezing cold floors. I feel like I'm in a thick haze, a nebulous cloud hanging over my head. My fingers touch the cold golden knob that leads to the room that he's in. The room is dark, but the curtains have been drawn back from the windows, letting a pale slip of blue moonlight filter through. It hits my skin, and I squint in the dim light before turning towards the bed. He's so still, so peaceful. I sit by him and skirt my fingers across his chest. The wound on his stomach is wrapped, blackberry-coloured blood leaking through it at a slow pace. The healers have stopped his bleeding. I know what they'd all told me. "He won't make it," they said. "I give him a few more hours." "He's not going to wake up." "It's been three days." "It's hopeless." "Let go." Dances With Wolves, the mighty king of the southern wild, slayer of men, thief far and wide…would never give up on me. So why should I choose to give up on him? It's not fair. I splay my palm against his chest and sigh. "Please," I murmur. "Don't leave me like this. Wake up. Open your eyes." Abigor's chest rises and falls slowly—too slowly. His heartbeat is so faint that I can barely even hear it. Maybe they're right. Maybe he really is going to die. Tears fall from my eyes as I collapse over his chest, burying my hands in his hair. "It's not fair!" I cry out. "You promised me! You promised me you wouldn't leave!" I don't think I've ever reached such a low point. My lover has left me, I'm pregnant, and the kingdom is slowly falling to ruin. I should have never let him leave. What a fool I am. I lift my head up and stare at his beautiful face. His eyes are shut and he seems lifeless. I run my fingers along the contoured edge of his jaw and up his strong cheekbones. Tears run down my face my fingers skirt over his soft lips. I long to kiss him just one last time before I return to my chambers. I close my eyes and lower my lips to his. His lips are cold when they are usually burning hot. My heart breaks as I let out a saddened whimper. I bury my face in his hair, cheek to cheek against him. "Come back to me. We need you." I entwine my fingers into his and let myself lay there. I'm not going back to my bedchambers. I'm staying here, by his side…because it's where I belong. I close my eyes, drifting away. … I don't know how long it's been since I've fallen asleep but the sky seems a little bit brighter. I snuggle further against Abigor's chest. He's so warm. "Warm?" I repeat to myself as I prop myself up on my elbow. His chest rises and falls higher than it usually did, and his heart beats faster. A soft squeeze reminds me that I'd never let go of his hand. He held my hand. "Abigor," I whisper. When I receive no response, I realize that he's slowly—but surely—coming back to me. I'm overjoyed. He just needs more time to heal. I nestle back against him again and sigh in relief. "I'm not leaving you. Ever." I receive another squeeze. I smile against his chest. He was always one to keep his promises. Awaken Something beneath me shifts, stirring me from my dreamless sleep. I groan softly with my grogginess and snuggle deeper beneath the blankets. It's light out; I can faintly see it filtering through the curtains. When it moves again, I realize that Abigor is stirring. I sit straight up on the bed and stare at him, my hair fanning out around me in wild spiral curls. My brown eyes are wide as I stare at him. His chest is rising and falling like normal and his skin is hot to the touch once more. Slowly, his eyelids flutter as he takes his first look around in three days. "You're awake," I breathlessly say, clinging to him tightly. He seems shocked that I'm doing this but eventually his arms wrap around my body. I pull back from him with a smile on my face. "How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?" I gently touch the gash on his face that had to be stitched by the healers. "This cut?" His eyes widen as his own fingers skirt across the stitched skin, like he didn't know it was there. This silence kills me. He looks down at his naked torso, bandaged over the wound in the side of his midsection. I touch his tattooed bicep, winning his attention. He looks into my eyes intently, a pale look on his face. "Won't you say anything?" I plead with him. "You see, I've been so worried. You've been sleeping for days now. Three days and four nights to be exact." "Three…days?" he asks, his voice husky and rough. There we go. I nod my head and brush some of his hair out of his face. He seems to not remember anything. "Yes," I whisper. He sits up abruptly, completely ignoring his wounds. "My brother?" he says in a panicked voice. "Dead? I wasn't dreaming?" "Yes," I nod my head. "You killed him. Decapitated him. I had the guards dispose of the body, but I kept the head like you desired." He breathes through his nose and looks down at the floor. "And what of his whore?" "Dungeons," I whisper. "I left her for you." He looks up at me, his big brown eyes sparkling. "You're acting like a true queen. If I were to die, you'd be successful in running the kingdom." My face pales instantly, even though I know that he's only jesting with me. "I would never be able to run the kingdom without you by my side. I was already scared enough when you weren't waking up." He leans forward and rests his head on my shoulder. He's so big and tall that it causes him to hunch a considerable amount. Abigor places two big hands on my swelling stomach and feels the baby moving around inside of me. I'm six months pregnant and getting bigger. "I…love you." He whispers softly to me. "Always." "Can you stand?" I whisper to him, sliding off of the silky sheets and onto the floor. "I should probably clean your wounds and replace the bandages. The maids left the items on the table." He slides out of bed with ease and comes to stand beside me at the table. Carefully, I finger the edge of the bandage and undo it, watching as it falls around him. As I go for the water to clean it with, I notice something. "Hmm. Was it on the other side?" I say, noticing that there's no wound on his right side. I check the other side, my eyes growing wide. "Where did it go?" I ask. I saw him get stabbed in the stomach, on his right side. It was there. I saw it with my own eyes. I look up at him in shock. He seems nonchalant about the missing wound. "I healed," he simply said. "But…but it's impossible to heal in three days! That wound was deeply punctured, I-I…" I skirt my fingers over the smooth skin that was once jagged and bloody. I look up at him in shock, only to reel back in even more shock. His skin is rejecting the stitching thread as the skin knits back together like it was never sliced apart. "I heal," he says softly. "That's why I woke up. No normal human being would have been able to survive that attack. I remember it clear as day, Tiger Claw…the sword was deep in my stomach." His wound is fully healed by the time he's done speaking. "It's because you're the last shapeshifter," I ask him. "Isn't it?" He reaches behind me and grabs one of the beautiful, curved daggers from the table and runs the blade across his flesh. I cry out in shock but as soon as the skin splits, it knits back together again. He whistles a little. "I guess it's going to be hard to kill me, eh?" he pokes at me. I frown at him. After three days of hell without him, I'm not really in the mood to be joking about Abigor's near death experience. He notices me pouting and wraps me in his strong arms. I succumb to his warmth and bury my face in his chest. I've missed his embrace far too much. I sigh as he bends down and kisses my temple. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere for a long time. You'll be stuck with me for good now." I look up at him with a relieved look in my eyes. He smiles down at me, making my heart melt. Gods, how lucky am I? "And you're stuck with me," I reply with a little humour in my tone. I'm giving in a little bit. I can't help it if he makes me feel happy. "Sweet, sweet torture…" he murmurs, his hands roaming down my back and over the curve of my hips. "With you…forever." We kiss briefly, my heart fluttering my chest. He pulls away only to plant more kisses all over my face. "Three days without kissing you," he mumbles between kisses. "I must make up for the loss." I laugh when his lips touch the side of my neck--a ticklish feeling. "Stop that," I giggle. He pulls away finally with a large smile on his face. "I should probably go alert my people that I'm alive." I smirk at him. "Yes, you should." 0o0o0o0o Pretty soon, the whole palace knows that the king is alive and that the prince is dead, his head to be mounted on the entrance gates of Castle Rock. I am visiting some friends at the harem while Abigor, with Three Horses, plans out what to do with the troops fighting the Bellechestermen and Paterosians in the north. Cassandra hugs me and chats up a storm to me. Evalyn makes me a delicious drink of cocoa beans and sugar, and Athenodora weaved me a scarf to wear. They are all happy to see me. "Oh, I can't believe it. I'm so glad that king's alive and that you're okay. I was so worried when you were taken!" Athenodora gushes to me, her big blue eyes sparkling. Her golden mane fans out around her as she rushes to my side. Cassandra sits up on her cot and nods her head. "And that bitch Ivona had it coming for her. Have you decided what her fate will be?" I shake my head. "I have not decided," I say to her. All of the harem girls come crowding around me to hear the stories. "But Abigor has. She will be decapitated and her head will be mounted right next to Iron Coyote's." Evalyn's eyes widen as she comes closer to me with a hot cup of the sweet cocoa drink. "What a punishment," she says, handing me the cup. "But a well deserved one at that." Didyme sweeps her long black hair over her voluptuous hips. "But you, my Sarauniya…how do you feel? Is the baby well?" I nod my head. "Yes, very." They touch my stomach and feel my baby moving inside of me. Gasps echoed throughout the room. "Strong child!" "So precious." "Mighty, just like the king." "Amazing!" I am heavily pregnant. There is about one more month to go before I give birth to my child. I look around, noticing something that I hadn't noticed before. "Michelle? Where is she?" I had almost forgotten my best friend, who was pregnant at the time of my leave. She usually hung out around the harem and talked to the other ladies since her husband was out fighting, but she is nowhere in sight. Evalyn steps forward a little, brushing her short brown hair behind her ear. "She's resting. She had her baby when you were gone," the small woman explains. "I delivered the baby myself. Pretty little girl." I gasp and stand up. "Which room is she in, Evalyn?" I ask. I must see her. "I'll lead you," the pixie-like woman says. She darts out the room before I can say another word. I turn back towards the harem and wave. "We'll talk soon," I say to them all. "Goodbye, my lady!" they all chant, waving farewell to me. I dart out of the door and run after Evalyn, who is already halfway down the hallway. The woman is surprisingly fast. She waits for me at a small door at the end of the hallway, her hand stilling on the golden knob. "Elle," Evalyn calls to her through the door. "Are you decent, love?" I listen closely to her my friend's groggy reply. "Yes, Evalyn." She twists the doorknob and opens it but Michelle can't see me. "I've got a visitor for you and your baby," Evalyn says with a smile. I step into the light so Michelle can see me. She squeals with excitement. "Oh, Eliza! You're back! Oh, thank the gods above!" Looking at her, I can see how frail she is. Her black hair is braided back and her skin is pale. She has lost a significant amount of weight, and her arms look like sticks. As I near the bed, she grabs my arm and pulls me in for a hug. "I was so worried about you," she wails. "I hope I never have to go through that again. Almost losing the king, and you…" I kiss her cold cheek. "And I'm glad you're feeling better," I say. "Though words can't express how sorry I am for not being here for you when you had your child." Michelle smiles tenderly. "I know…but you couldn't help being kidnapped by those beasts. I had Evalyn too." Evalyn smiles from the doorway. I stand back and look around the cosy little room. "And the baby? Where is the beautiful little lady?" Michelle nods over at a little crib in the corner. Evalyn rushes to pick up the child when she lets out a little whimper. My best friend holds out her arms for her baby. The child coos as she latches onto her mother's breast. "What is her name?" I ask, stroking the soft black hair on the little girl's head. "Red Flower," she says. "Rose will be her common name. I just thought it would be perfect since red is the colour of love, and she was conceived entirely of love." I smile at that. "Beautiful name for a beautiful little girl," I comment, cradling my own stomach when my own baby kicks me. Michelle notices this and smiles at me. "You are due soon as well," she comments. "Soon my Red Flower will have a friend." I laugh tenderly. "Yes, I suppose so." 0o0o0o0o ABIGOR'S POV "What do you have to say for yourself?" I ask her. The cold chambers of the dungeons are unsettling but I wouldn't have it any other way for the prisoners. I hold up the torch to peer at her through the bars. She's curled up in a ball on the ground, shivering and sobbing quietly. I glare at her, but I laugh at her pain. "So…how does it feel? Alone and powerless." "Fuck you," she manages to spit out at me through her hiccupping sobs. "I hate you. You're barbaric." "Well," I set the torch on the wall before curling my fingers around the bars of the dungeon cell. I give her a sinister smile. "I suppose I am barbaric. After all, I am the king of the barbarians." She sobs even louder because she knows that her beloved prince, my brother, is gone now that I'd killed him. All chances that she had were completely wiped off of the board now that my brother was permanently six feet under the earth. "I wish you died," she wails. "It's not fair. You stole Iron Coyote's throne. It was his destiny!" I don't feel any remorse or mercy towards her. "You're right," I hiss at her. "I did steal Iron Coyote's throne. I'm the best of the best, the greatest thief you'll ever meet. But the throne was always up for grabs. Someone could come along and kill me right now, thus stealing my throne. But it won't happen. Do you know why?" She looks at me from under her curtain of black hair, tears streaming down for her. She won't ask, but I don't need anything to come out of her mouth. "Because I have a secret," I whisper menacingly. She shrinks back against the cell, a terrified look in her eyes. My chuckle is deep. "A dark secret." Ivona buries her face in her hands and hisses at me to "get away from her." I quiet down and lean against the cold steel bars, gazing at the stone floor. The shadows play across them and I can almost see my shadow morphing into that of a wolf's. I am a true monster, a beast. "Do you miss him?" I grind out from between my teeth. She growls at me. "What kind of question is that?" "Answer it," I demand with a snarl, looking back at her with flames in my eyes. "Now." Her eyes widen and she looks away to avoid meeting my hellish gaze. "Every moment." I lean my head back, feeling my hair kiss my scarred back. "You'll be with him soon again," I whisper. She lets out another loud wail and curls into a ball. "So it is true," she screams. "You will behead me!" I turn towards her, rattling the bars of the cell violently. "You did not think you would receive punishment for endangering the only thing I hold dear to me? She almost died! You will die, you wretched kariya and your severed, bloody head will be mounted right next to your lovers on the gates of Castle Rock. It will serve as a warning to all—never betray me, because your fate would be theirs!" She is wailing in fear, sadness, and anguish. "Oh, please…" I can feel my other form biting at the inside of my skin with the angrier I get. Steam rolls off of my body in white clouds as I turn away from her. I'm shaking. I try to calm myself down. "Enjoy your last few hours on earth, Ivona. Get a good night's sleep." And I walk away, never turning to look back. Barbarians do not forgive. Wolves do not forgive. I do not forgive. 0o0o0o0o ELIZA'S POV Abigor does not wait until his men come home from the war to behead Ivona. He holds a trial in front of his people in the freezing cold, forcing the whore to her knees and condemning her to the eternal flame for the catastrophe she caused. I sit in the snow, listening to Ivona's terrified screams as they lay her down on the chopping block. Abigor assures her that she won't feel a thing as long as she didn't move. Ivona's last, bloodcurdling scream echoes in my ears before the loud chop and squishing sound is heard throughout the square. I watch as Three Horses goes forward and holds up the severed head by the silky black hair and shows it to the crowds. They all roar with excitement; at last, the woman was dead. Abigor smears her blood over his chest and the crowd roars even louder. I feel sick to my stomach as I get back into the carriage, wrapping myself in a fur blanket. I will remember that scream forever. I hated Ivona, and she got exactly what was coming to her. She got exactly what she deserved. I rub my hands together as I lean against the side of the carriage. So I wait for him to come back. When he finally does sit in the carriage, he is wearing his animal skin cloak. I look up at him and he looks down at me, gulping. He pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. "I'm sorry," he whispers to me. "For what?" I ask him, puzzled. He sighs. "That you had to see me like that. I went ballistic. I saw red." I nuzzle my head against him and stroke his rigid jaw with my cold fingertips. He leans into my touch. "I have seen worse. Nothing you do will ever make me think less of you. You just continually prove and prove your love to me." He smiles a half smile, the sides of his lip pulling up and creating creases at the corners of his mouth. He's beautiful; the dimple in his chin, his perfectly sculpted nose, rigid and prominent cheekbones, and dark eyelashes framing chocolate eyes. "I'd do anything and everything for you," he whispers into my ear, his lips grazing my neck as his hand roams over my stomach. I snuggle against his warmth. His supernatural heat makes me warm from the freezing cold. "Let's go home," I say. The carriage begins to move a second later. "It's over now," his deep bass croons. "The white man got his silvertongue and his ticket to the flame; my brother and Ivona will also be joining him there with a little souvenir to leave behind on the gates." I chuckle at his little joke. "Yes, but it is not over yet. The war still rages. Black Bear is still dead and the men still fight." "Peace will come upon us," he assures me. "I promise you." I lean forward to kiss his lips when my stomach cramps up. He closes his eyes, waiting for my lips to touch his. But I hiss in pain, shrinking away from him. Abigor's eyes widen and he looks at me, grabbing my hand in worry. My baby kicks and moves around for a few moments, making it quite a painful experience. I whimper in pain, doubling over and wrapping my arms around my belly. "Tell me what is wrong," he pleads with me. The cramping slowly begins to fade away and I can finally catch my breath. "I don't really know," I reply. "The baby. It just really hurt for a moment." He gulps and his face pales a little. "Monitor it. Tell me if it happens again." I furrow my brows together. "Why do you look so anxious? The baby just kicked something, I suppose." "No," Abigor replies. "Just please listen to me. Your time is near." I look down at my stomach as my baby kicks me again. I take a deep breath. "But I am only six and a half months along," I say. "It cannot be so soon." Abigor's face is still pale. "That is my baby in your stomach, Tiger Claw. I'm a wolf. I've read the legends countless times. My great great grandfather documented his third wife having a child at six months since the children have rapid growth." My swollen stomach stretches out before me. "Okay," I whisper. "I promise to monitor it." He kisses my temple as we are being led back to the castle through the snow. Weakness Just like he had promised, Iron Coyote and Ivona's heads were on the entrance gates to Castle Rock. Their cloudy eyes stared out into the distance at nothing forevermore. A crowd had gathered at the gates for a short time in the middle of the day when Abigor had the servants mount the heads. People stared in shock as the heads of the prince and his whore stared down at them. The snow had stopped since we'd arrived back home after Ivona's beheading. Abigor threw the rotting bodies of the prince and the whore to his wolves. Scar even got a taste of damnable flesh. In Hausa society, the custom, after a good person, or royal died, they would set them on a boat, light it aflame, and push it out into the great, yet menacing waves of the Barbarian Sea. "Not worthy," he kept murmuring to himself as the servants lugged the rotting bodies of the two deceased out into the open cold of winter. He was upset, he was angry and confused. Abigor was so disgusted with the both of them that he did not even burn their bodies—he did not set Iron Coyote's body to the Barbarian Sea. Instead, he stands there staring at the wolves tearing apart their bodies with a blank expression on his face. I'm not able to look upon the feasting without the persisting urge to retch so instead I turn and I look at him. He looks emotionless, his empty eyes staring down at the bodies. I am about to say something to him when he just turns around and walks into the castle. I follow him, eager to escape the cruel cold. The crown on my head jingles as I trudge through the snow to keep up with him. He's making me wear my crown all of the time now. He even had it modified so that the topaz from my necklace would be in my crown. He too wears his crown. He wants everyone to know who's in charge…who's boss. I wrap my arms under my belly to prevent the child from weighing me down. My skin feels so stretched out that it almost hurts, but not enough to cause persisting pain. Abigor is right; I am close. The cramps have been coming more and more since the two days since the carriage ride home. Abigor's been fussing over me constantly, freaking himself out about the baby's arrival. He's never calm around me—always jumpy, thinking that the baby would pop out of me right then and there. Constantly nagging me about laying down when my cramps came, monitoring me when I roam the halls, telling the maids and servants to keep a watchful eye on me. It might be irking, but I sympathize with him. He lost his sister to the battle of childbirth. He's lost everyone he's ever loved. It's hard to think that I'm all he has left. Me, and the baby in my stomach. His mother and younger sister perished with a disease, his father died in battle, White Fawn and Snow Lion died in childbirth, and he'd just killed his last living relative: Iron Coyote. I understand him. And I love him, so I'm more than willing to comply with his rules. He's given Evalyn the job of monitoring me since she's been unofficially upgraded from "whore" to "midwife-healer" in the time that Abigor and I were away. Evalyn isn't bad company at all. She chatters to me about new concoctions she's making and occasionally we sit with Michelle and little Red Flower. Evalyn braids my hair, keeping me company while Abigor oversees the war happening in the Battle Tactics room with Three Horses, Little Sea, and some other men. The troops have dominated the northeast region against Pateros and are slowly picking off Bellechestermen like grapes off of a vine. We are winning this war, but not without a price. About a quarter of our massive army has been killed off in what has been named "The Vengeance War." No vengeance has been sought from the barbarian country through the Paterosians and Bellechestermen. They were losing their Vengeance War. Michelle had been crying earlier, wondering if Drinks of Waterfall was all right. Abigor appointed him to lead a platoon into battle against the Bellechestermen, and the army had been hit the hardest there. Abigor hadn't received word from Drinks of Waterfall for a couple of days and Michelle was distraught. "Drinks of Waterfall fine," Abigor had told the weeping woman. He'd grown a soft spot for his right-hand man's wife and my dearest friend. "You should not worry. He is my greatest warrior." Evalyn finishes my braid and ties the end with a small piece of twine. She then wraps the braid around my hair and pins it into place with small jewel pins from the kingdom of Seattle. She then places my crown on my head and nods her head in approval. "I love it, my Queen." She hands me a small mirror and I hold it up, looking at my hair. It's intricately braided, and wisps of my glossy chestnut curls hang out around my face. "I love it as well," I say with a small chuckle. "You should be named my personal braider," I joke. "Well," Evalyn says. "Anything's better than being a whore." She meant it as a joke, but I hear what she's saying. When I first came here, the men were so disrespectful towards me. Even though I no longer have to endure that kind of humiliation, my friends still have to. "Once this war is resolved, I'm going to talk to Abigor about the harem," I say to her. Evalyn just laughs her tinkling laughter. "And say what? Abigor, before he met you, was a lover of whores. He'd fuck every night. He took pride in his harem, holding beauties from far and wide." Evalyn tells me. This upsets me. "But to put you all on display for the eyes of cunt-hungry men…do you not find it shaming?" "Of course I do," the pixie replies. "But think of Abigor will think. You can try, but I doubt that the harem will be removed." I frown and chew on my lip. "A lot of things have changed since I came," I say to her. "Abigor's softer. A lot of the conflicts that we faced both faced when I first came to Stauckana are now gone. I wouldn't be surprised if he did." Evalyn sighs and gives me a sympathetic little smile as if she knows something I don't. "I'm still not holding my hopes." I'm a little bit disappointed that she doesn't believe me, but when one has been living this way for so long I suppose it's hard to think that things could change. I look out the great open window to see the fields and fields of barren trees and frozen grounds glistening with crystal snow in the sun. Winter of 1321. One of the harshest and desolate winters I'd ever experienced. I cradle my heavily pregnant stomach and stand up, my back cracking loudly. "Oh gods," I whisper as another wave of pain ripples through me. "Evalyn, is it supposed to hurt this badly?" The woman sighs. "Unfortunately yes. The gods have not ruled in favour of the women during pregnancy. All they gave us were methods to soothe the pain." She pulls out a small vile of green liquid and shows it to me. "I gave this to Michelle when she went into labour and it helped her a lot. Do you want half a dose now?" I wave her off, holding my stomach again. Nausea permeates through me and I squeeze my eyes shut until it passes. "I think I'll need all of it when I actually go into labour," I say to her. "Let us just pray that the elixir works." I begin to walk out of the small room when I run into a flustered Abigor. "Where you been?" he says, grabbing my hand tightly and squeezing me against his body. "I was so worried when I saw that you weren't in the harem with Cassandra anymore." He buries his nose in my hair and inhales my pheromones. His skin is extremely hot to the touch. "Ow," I groan and pull away from him slightly. Another wave of pain electrocutes through my body. I double over from the pain. This time it's bad. When I thought that the previous contractions (as Evalyn told me they were) were painful, they were nothing compared to the one that I just felt. On a scale from 1 to 10, the pain was no doubt a 9 or a 10. I feel suddenly faint and the ground seems to be getting closer and closer. Abigor catches me before I can hit the ground. I feel something wet running down my legs as the pain grows worse and worse. I scream. I can't help it, and I don't care who hears me. It's just so bad. Evalyn rushes over and frantically gives me a checkup. I'm slowly fading in and out of darkness. "Her time," is all I can hear her say before I float away into the darkness. 0o0o0o0o I don't remember much of how I got into this room but I remember the searing pain between my legs as Abigor carried me away. I fade in and out of consciousness with Evalyn pleading with to push and Abigor looking extremely distressed, clutching my hand like it was a rope suspending him over a pit of angry lions. The horrid pain comes when I give one large push and Evalyn is finally coaxing the baby from my body. I let out a spine-tingling, blood-curdling scream as the infant is finally out of me. I see blackness for a few moments. When I come to again, I can see Abigor holding a screaming child in his arms, his eyes wide in and his face resemble those of a shocked man's. And a new father's. He breaks into a smile and sighs in a relief only a moment later. Evalyn sees me and she strokes the side of my face. "Sleep, my Sarauniya. You have been through a long ordeal. I shall tend to the child until you wake." I don't question. I slip into sleep as soon as my eyelids shut. 0o0o0o0o I wake up in my room, feeling a little better with the sun filtering through the curtains and warming my bed sheets. I still ache everywhere and my throat feels sore since I'd been screaming from the pain. I look around the room, only to see Abigor drinking wine in his great bearskin chair by the roaring fire. I sit up on the bed a little too quickly and groan. He hears me rustling and nearly drops his wine. He throws the goblet to the side before rushing to my side with a worried look on his face. "You are okay?" he asks me, wrapping me up in his arms. I hug him right back, burying my face in his shoulder. "I was so worried about you, Tiger Claw." He's whispering to me, his unnatural strength threatening to crush my petite and especially fragile frame. "Abigor," I whimper. He loosens his grip a little, placing a tender kiss on my temple. He lies back on the pillows and I follow him, nestling into the crook of his arm. He smells like cinder smoke and fresh, sweet mint. "So strong," I hear him murmur. "You didn't…succumb to the pain." He looks down at the floor, gulping. I know that what he means to say is: "You didn't…die. And I'm so thankful that you're alive." I skirt my fingers along his structured jawbone and kiss the dimple in his chin. "Stop stressing, please…" I murmur, my throat still scratchy. "I'm here, by your side, and I'm not going anywhere." He turns his head to look at me, his deep chocolate eyes burning hot holes into mine. "You don' know how good that feels to hear that from you." He dips his head to capture my lips in a kiss of passion. Abigor's kisses are always filled with love and the utmost care. His tongue strokes over mine as he forces my mouth wider open. I melt into his touch, savouring the way he tastes like mulled wine. We break apart a moment later. "The baby?" I ask him with furrowed brows. He nods his head. "The baby's well," he whispers, wiping a tendril of sweaty curls from my forehead and tucking it gently behind my ear. "You gave birth to a healthy boy. It is a great honour in Hausa society for a wife to give birth to a boy as their first child." "And where is he then?" I sit up a little too fast, but I ignore the pain in my stomach. "I wish to see my child." "Shh," he murmurs, pushing me to lay back down. "You need time to heal. I'll tell Evalyn to bring the baby to you." As he walks out into the hallway to notify a maid, I sit back against the pillows and try and imagine what my child will look like. Evalyn is in my doorway with a little bundle in her arms when I look up. She smiles at me. "Your new baby, Sarauniya," She whispers. I stretch out my arms, eager to hold my child for the first time in forever. She sets the little bundle down in my arms. When I look at him, my breath is taken away. A full head of dark black hair, tan skin, and big brown eyes. And a smile. A toothless smile that takes my breath away. I kiss him on the forehead. "Beautiful," is all I can manage out. I never believed that I'd ever give birth to a prince, but I have. And I am the king's queen, and I will give him as many sons and daughters as he desires. "What do we call him?" Abigor asks softly, coming over to sit beside me and our child. "First a common name…and then a barbarian one." He smirks at me. I smile right back at him. I am not ashamed to be called the Queen of the Barbarians. I am not ashamed and I never will be. "I have always liked Noah for a little boy's name. What do you think?" He seems to process it over in his head. "N-No-ah." He rolls it around on his tongue. "Your names from Bellechester are peculiar," he chuckles. "But…I like No-ah." I grin at him. "Then Noah it is. You must give him the proper barbarian name, my king." "His name shall be Kerkeci Kambori. Wolf Claw." I love the name. He's mixed our names together: Dances with Wolves and Tiger Claw since our love has mixed to create our son. "Strong like his mother, Tiger Claw. Powerful and brave just like his father." He looks down at the tiny child lying in my arms. "One day he will be a fierce warrior, ruling all of the continent Bertol, and dominating kingdoms far and wide. He will sit on the great throne of Stauckana. He will be the greatest king the world has known." I look up at him, and how I can see the excitement in his eyes as he speaks so gloriously of his son. "You, my love, are the greatest king I have ever known and I will ever know." He looks down at me and strokes the side of my face. "My soyayya a gare ku, bã zã su gushe bugun jini saboda haka karfi, ta hanyar jiki." He whispers to me. "Ka bã ni rai kuma. Ka bã ni da." (My love for you will never cease to pulse so strongly through my body. You have given me life again. You have given me a son.) Noah gurgles below us and starts to cry. "He is most likely hungry, Sarauniya," Evalyn says to me. "Feed him upon your breast." I nod my head and unclip the side of my nightgown, letting the child latch onto my nipple. I've never felt such a strong connection with a child—my child. The only connection I'd felt stronger was with Abigor. The fact that I gave birth to his child is thrilling and I take great pride in my body's work. "We will win this war," I whisper, looking far out into the distance at the great barren trees swaying in the distance. "And we will live a long, peaceful life." 0o0o0o0o … Abigor draws his troops out of Bellechester after they had dominated the kingdom. Drinks of Waterfall returns, but not without a price. He has lost his arm in the fight, reducing his once great mass of muscle bulk down to a short stump. They give him a tattoo of high honour so that people will know that Drinks Of Waterfall gave his arm for a great reason. He sees his child and his wife for the first time in a month and breaks down into tears. I have never seen him so vulnerable. Three Horses returns home unscathed, and as does White Fire Sun and Grey Hawk. They return to their wives and celebrate the victories in the north. Pateros, however, is still putting up a fight. Queen Amelie has put her son, Prince Titus on the throne with his new wife and he has been pointing his fingers here and there, directing the Navy when there were no sea battles declared. Abigor retaliated by sending 1,000 some fleets of naval ships to meet the Paterosian army on the Barbarian Sea. It has been about a week or so since I had my child. I call him by Wolf Claw, since I know it pleases Abigor. He claims that Wolf Claw is the name fit for a warrior and that our son is nothing less than a warrior. Since has wolf blood running through his veins, Wolf Claw has been growing more rapidly than other children. He is a calm child, rather content with sitting in my arms and watching the world go on around him. He is also fascinated with the king and queens' thrones in the throne room. With bright eyes, he looks at the skewered bear heads positioned above Abigor's throne and the intricate designs and sparkling crystals on mine. He is already adopting the ways of a little prince. The people have brought gifts for the new prince, blessing him and wishing him a life of comfort and fortune. My back has healed, and my pregnancy wounds are as well, making it easier for me to make my way around. Abigor comes into the throne room after me, standing with his hands on his hips and looking at our thrones. "You have been in here for quite the long time," he whispers with a little quirk of his lips. "Well, your son is quite captivated by it. Especially your throne," I comment, stroking Wolf Claw's soft black hair. "Tell him he cannot have my throne quite yet," Abigor chuckles. "He has much to learn from his father." I smile at him. He says those words with such pride. "Would you like to hold him?" I ask. Abigor hasn't held our son since his birth. He turns to face me, looking down at the small child resting in my arms. I hand Wolf Claw up to Abigor. My husband looks completely shocked at how truly tiny our child is. Such a large, muscular beast of a man holding a sweet little baby is a sight to see. A weakness is Wolf Claw to Dances With Wolves. I walk behind him, my head coming up to the middle of his back. I kiss his scars, skirting my fingers across his hot, smooth skin. He turns his head and dips down to kiss the crown of my forehead. "Thank you," he whispers. Chuckling, I look up at him. "For what?" "Everything," he replies. "I couldn't imagine my world without you. I don't think I could have done it." He holds up Wolf Claw and smiles at him. Mimicking his father, the baby smiles back at him. He laughs, kissing the child's cheek before handing him back to me. "I must go to the Battle Tactics room. I need to know how my naval fleets are doing, and the messenger should be here soon." I nod my head, clutching the child to my breast. "Alright." "Ina suka mutu, idan ta kasance ba a gare ku." Abigor says. "My nauyi dã crushed ni gaba daya." I frown, puzzled by this sentence. I know most of the language, but I do not know this phrase. "What…what does it mean?" I ask, catching Abigor's wrist. He turns around and faces me. "I shall not tell you," he says. His fingers brush across my collarbone and over the topaz necklace he gave me. "Our hears will speak for us." "A zuciya ga zuciya?" He grins. "Na'am. Koyaushe." Messenger Drinks Of Waterfall tends to his wounded shoulder (the one with no arm attached) while holding Red Flower in his good arm. She watches with big brown eyes as her father rubs at the stitches holding his skin together. Michelle watches him with slight sadness as he still hasn't gotten over the fact that his arm was gone and it wasn't coming back, leaving a mangled stump in its wake. But when she kisses said stump, he smiles at her and returns a kiss to her forehead. I look down at Wolf Claw, in my own arms. He is still intensely staring at Red Flower; he's been staring at her for a while now. It's been a month since I had him. The Vengeance War was reaching its bloody end, both sides of the fight slowly getting tired of doing what they were meant to do—fight. Last night I urged Abigor to accept the treaty that Pateros offered up, dragging a reluctant Bellechester along with them. Though the barbarians were dominating the northern and eastern kingdoms, the soldier count was getting dangerously lower and lower every day. The document, made by Prince Titus of Pateros, stated that the fighting would stop only if the raiding and stealing would stop. And if the raiding and stealing stopped, then they would offer to peacefully trade with our kingdom. Abigor at first refused, claiming that since they started the war and threatened me, that they would feel his wrath until they had only one soldier left, no matter how many lives it took. Eventually, he realized that if the fighting went on, more of his valuable men would be sacrificed because of the greed that his line had always harboured. He sent back an approval letter with a messenger, saying that Prince Titus would be allowed to send his and King Phillip of Bellechester' approval letters back to his kingdom with a messenger and that the treaty would be able to end the Vengeance War. Sitting in the dining hall on a blustery winter night, the walls around us are brightly illuminated with torches and roaring hearths. I prod at my chicken meat lazily with a shiny golden fork while Abigor literally wolfs down all of his food, having the servants bring him more for his fourth helping of chicken, potatoes, and beans. As we wrap up our meal, I notice a chance in Abigor's demeanour. He is no longer angry and demanding like he used to be. Now that his conflicts are gone, he seems peaceful. He has his family and he's happy. Happy, for the first time in years, he'd said to me. Happy, I feel, for being the one that could give him that vital part of his life back. Wolf Claw is whining in front of me, his fingers submerged in my potatoes. I sigh and wipe his little fingers off with a handkerchief and smile. "Always hungry," I say. "Just like your father." Abigor hears me and smiles tenderly. "Someday he will be just like his father. I can see me in everything he does." Wolf Claw grins and laughs. I look up at him, a little smile playing on my lips. The doors of the dining hall abruptly open and in comes Abigor's messenger. The scrawny young boy bows in his king and queen's presence. Abigor nods at him to come forth. The boy scrambles to his feet and holds a white letter out in front of him, marked with a teal coloured seal. "Ubangijina! A wasika daga Prince na Pateros." (My lord! A letter from the Prince of Pateros.) Quickly, with his eyebrows furrowed together, Abigor wipes his greasy hands on his handkerchief. He then takes the smooth white parchment from out of the messenger's hand and looks at it. The shiny teal seal. He looks up at me. I nod encouragingly at him, hugging my baby closer to my chest. Abigor opens it, his eyes scanning over the sheet of parchment before breaking out into a slow, satisfied smile. "The war has ended," he announces. "We have won! They have surrendered!" The whole room breaks out into a loud sort of chaos—a chaos of excitement. Brothers, sons, and fathers would be sent back home to their families. They'd live to see peace again. The letter was dropped as Abigor hugged Drinks of Waterfall and Three Horses, so I took the opportunity and read it. Sarki Raye-Raye Da Wolves, I come to you with this treaty to be able to negotiate terms. I am Prince Titus Auerelis of Pateros. My mother is Queen Amelie Ophelia, and my wife, Princess Sera of the iron kingdom, Bellechester. Since this Vengeance War has started, the well-being of my kingdom and Bellechester has been at an all-time low. Food is scarce since the first rations go to the army, poverty is more prominent than ever, and to put my people through more fighting when they are losing would be cruel punishment. I, along with King Phillip of Bellechester, propose to you that this war draw its bloody doors closed and bury itself six feet under the ground. Being young, I only know what my mother has told me of the barbarians. You have stolen from our kingdoms for millennia, taking everything and anything that you wanted from us. And being two strong kingdoms, we retaliated and stood up for ourselves. Seeing the casualty numbers rising each and every day, King Phillip and I have conversed and come to terms with a treaty that offers something to the both of us in exchange for the termination of the war since we are not blind, and we can clearly see the outcome of this war will not be in favor of our side. We propose that the war shall end if barbarian raid parties you send out shall be no more. You must cease to steal, kill, and plunder our innocent villages. In exchange for your mercy, we shall agree to trade with you. We shall trade fine silks and jewels and foods if you shall accept such an offer. We hope that our kingdoms can someday unite and form a strong alliance. Prince Titus and  King Phillip I fold up the letter and look up at Abigor with tears in my eyes. The day has come. Oh, glorious day! Abigor takes Wolf Claw from my arms and throws him into the air, laughing at kissing our son's chubby red cheeks. "Tonight," he announces. "We have a shagali!" 0o0o0o0o Evalyn takes care of Wolf Claw for me while Abigor and I get ready for our shagali in the bedroom. I strip off my heavy furs until I am naked as the day I was born. He stands beside me, equally as naked. In the mirror before us, I can see my back, lashed with a fleshy pink scar. And I see his back, decorated with the same kinds of scars. "See us," I chuckle softly. "We look alike now." He turns to see what I speak of. Seeing the scar on my back being compared to his, he frowns. "Is not funny," he grumbles. "I am sorry you have that. I do not want you to look like me." "No," I whisper, coming up behind him and pressing my body into his. "This scar is a part of who I am now. I am not ashamed of it. The gods work in mysterious ways…you should know that out of bad things come many good things." He turns and looks at me, his deep chocolate eyes searching mine. "What is it about you," he murmurs, staring deep into my eyes like he's trying to see straight through me. "You could revive a flower shrouded in darkness for a century with just one word, one touch of your hand." "And what is it about you," I reply. "With one stare you could make an army tremble in fear…with one stare, you could make a simple noblewoman go against her customs, betray her kingdom and fall in love." He suddenly grabs my jaw, crashing his lips down onto mine. I sink into his arms, letting his lips devour mine. His tongue slides along my lips, delving inside of my mouth as I open them to grant his entrance. He grasps me harder, pushing me back towards the bed. I land on the pillows, laughing as his lips latch onto my neck and bite down hard. I use all my strength to roll us both over so that I'm on top. Normally he'd take me from his position up top, but I felt as if I wanted to be the one pleasuring him tonight. For his victory, of course. Abigor's eyes grow blacker and blacker with lust as I sit on his abdomen, his member standing up against my backside. He bucks up into me impatiently. "Let me," I murmur. "Let me." Slowly, I slide myself onto his hard shaft, moaning at the feeling of his pulsating membrane lodged deep inside of me. We've not fucked much since I had Wolf Claw because of the pain but the pain was completely gone now. Replaced with great pleasure, I ride the waves of ecstasy on top of him. He growls, grabbing my arms and pinning them behind my back as he bucks rapidly up into me, forcing me forward so he can kiss my mouth. I love it when he's rough with me; it shows me how much he wants me and craves my body. He kisses lower, his lips latching onto my nipple. I cry out and force myself back onto his cock. He lets go of my nipple and slams his head into the pillows, letting out a monstrous roar of pleasure. "Oh fuck!" he cries out. "Ka al'aurar mata ji kyau sosai." Abigor's mumbling things in Hausa and I'm too wrapped up in pleasure to understand what he's saying. I can feel my climax coming as I ride him harder and faster. "Please," I find myself whimpering softly. By the look on his face, and the sweat beads forming above his brow and running down the deep crevices of his muscles, he's close too. He's got his eyes shut tightly in pleasure, focusing on getting himself over the cliff. I lean down and stroke his cheek with my fingers, wanting him to look me in the eyes when he cums with me. He does open his eyes, sitting up quickly and pulling me into his lap hard. That intense eye contact is enough to push me over the edge, and my release brings him with me. He hugs me tightly to his body, panting from the previous sexual activity. "I'll never stop cherishing the way your body feels against mine," he whispers. "And I'll never forget the way you feel when you're inside of me," I reply to him, kissing the corner of his mouth. He is so beautiful, his long black hair fanned out around his face and his full lips trembling. And he looks at me like I am an angel that flew down from the heavens to make love to him for just one night. But no, I am just a noblewoman who went against her customs, betrayed her kingdom, and fell deeply in love with a barbarian king. I slide from his lap, running my fingers along the silks that lay on the corner of the bed for me to wear. He looks disappointed that I've left him. "Come now," I chuckle. "I'd stay with you in that position forever if we could, but we've got a shagali to host. We cannot keep our guests waiting for too much longer." So he sits on the bed, a sweaty, beautiful, muscular beast of a man and watches me dress. He licks his lips like an animal eyeing up his prey. I only laugh at him and continue to pin my silks in place. I bite one of the pins in my mouth and try to pin my top cloth to the bottom one but I'm not having much luck. I don't even have to ask him to help me because he's already by my side. He pins the silks in place, skirting his warm fingers across my skin. I pin up my curls into a thick twist and place my crystal crown overtop of my head. Abigor smiles at me. He then kisses the scar running across my back. "If you say this scar is part of you, then I will love every part of you." He makes me glow with every word he says. My blush spreads from my cheeks all the way up to the very tips of my ears. He gets dressed beside me, slipping on his red silks over his beautiful copper legs. "Are you ready?" he asks me once he's fully dressed. I nod my head. "Ready." 0o0o0o0o For the first time in many years, Castle Rock is open to all of the public for the shagali that celebrates the end of the Vengeance War. Since it is winter (though the blustery beast is nearly at its death bed), we are forced to bring the villagers inside to keep them from turning to ice. Food is set out on the tables and fires roast in stone hearths all around the place. People are everywhere; I can barely see anything. The shagali is held in the largest room in the castle, one specifically used for hosting shagalis and parties. Our thrones were put on a high platform and I sit next to Abigor as people file in, eating, dancing and drinking. I hold Wolf Claw in my arms. Like always, the child is wide-eyed as he looks around the room with curiosity. "Many people," I tell him. "It is much too crowded in this room, is it not?" He looks up at me and smiles as if he knows what I am saying. I can see Abigor staring at us from the corner of his eye, smiling. I reach my hand out and grasp his tightly. He squeezes me tightly back, the tattooed muscles in his arms bunching up. "Do not wander off," he tells me. "With all of these people, I fear the sea of people will swallow you whole." "You would not be able to find me in the said sea of people," I joke with him. "No," he says. "That is where you are wrong. All I would have to do would be is to look out and find the most beautiful woman. It would be as easy as finding a sun in a room of moons." He always knows what to say to me. Again, I turn bright red in the face. He snickers. He loves it when I blush; he loves making me blush. He thinks it very attractive. I see Michelle and Drinks Of Waterfall making their way up the platform to see us. Red Flower is crying in her arms. I sit upon my throne, hugging Wolf Claw a little tighter to my body. "Sarki," she says in greeting. "Sarauniya. We wanted to pay our visits." Abigor nods at them both. I watch as Michelle's baby squirms in her arms, crying. "What is the matter?" I ask. Michelle sighs. "I don't quite know. I've already fed her, changed her...oh, I've tried everything. And I cannot find Evalyn. I don't know what else to do." "Bring her closer," I instruct. While Michelle climbs the steps towards me, Drinks Of Waterfall separates himself from her side and goes to talk to Abigor. They laugh and converse in Hausa. Michelle props up Red Flower so that she's able to see us both. Once the baby's big brown eyes meet Wolf Claw's, the crying instantly stops. She looks confused, yet utterly fascinated. My baby reaches out his hand and tries to touch her, but he hits her in the face with his tiny fist on accident. "Gentle," I chide. But instead of crying some more, Red Flower only laughs. Wolf Claw breaks out into a tiny smile, turning around to touch my own face. I kiss his soft palm. Michelle and I both look over at our husbands, only to find that they are both looking back at us. "They have a strong connection," Abigor says. "Already." I smile and hug Wolf Claw tighter to me. A servant brings us all a glass of wine, and Abigor stands up to make a toast. "'Yan'uwa. 'Ya'yan. Ubanninsu, da 'ya'ya mata, mãtan aure. Muna tattara a nan a wannan zauren yau bikin. Zuwa idi a tunawa da yakin da muke yi nasara a kan. Mu, a wannan sosai lokacin a lokacin, an kawo gida 'ya'yan La Tura. Jini, za a zubar da bã kõwa ba. La Tura riqe da zamanin, kuma har abada za ta kasance ta! (Brothers. Sons. Fathers, daughters, wives. We are gathered here in this hall today to celebrate. To feast in commemoration of the war that we had victory over. We, at this very moment in time, are bringing home the sons of Stauckana. Blood shall be spilt no more. Stauckana holds the reigns, and forever shall it be so!) "Maku yabo ga dana kuma mãtãta. Zai girma ya zama babban m sarki, daya braver fiye da ko da ni ne. Zai yi sarauta mulkokin zuwa yanzu da kuma m, ya mamaye cikin garũruwa zuwa gabas da yamma da kuma kudu ... shi Wolf Kambori. Kuma ni Raye-Raye Da Wolves, sarki cewa bayar da ɗana, nan gaba, Sarkin, da wannan ƙasa, tare da wannan ikon. (Toast to my son and my wife. He will grow up to be a valiant king, one braver than even I am. He will rule kingdoms far and wide, he dominates the lands to the east and the west and the south... he is Wolf Claw. And I am Dances With Wolves, the king that provided my son, future king, with this land, with this power.) "Tãyar da ku gilashi, abokaina, ku sha ruwan inabi. Sha jinin abokan gābanmu kuma bari daukaka gudu ta hanyar jikinmu, yada kamar wildfire. Bari mu wanka a cikin rabo!" (Raise your glass, my friends, and drink the wine. Drink the blood of our enemies and let glory run through our bodies, spreading like wildfire. Let us bathe in our triumph!) Everyone in the hall stands from their places and chants, "Mu yi yãƙi, kuma munã rãyuwa yau da dare!" I remember the phrase from the first raid I'd ever been to. The original phrase was 'za mu yi yãƙi, mu rayu ma yau da dare' which translated into: 'we will fight, we live tonight.' But this phrase was different. It easily translated to: 'We have fought, and we shall live tonight.' The music started up again, blaring loudly in the grand hall. People danced and laughed and clashed their drinks together. Long live the King and Queen, and their little prince. … It is night. The shagali has ended a little over an hour ago, and I have just finished putting Wolf Claw to sleep. He was tired, so I kissed his little red cheeks and laid him to rest in his cradle. I wear a long deerskin shawl over the silks since most of the fires had been put out after the shagali ended. It was like an oven. But now, thanks to the winter, the corridors were cold. I walk the lonely hall, my hair hanging around my face, the hanging crystal on my crown jingling with each step I take. I can see him waiting for me at the end of the hallway, standing in the doorway to our chambers. He gives me a lopsided smile, his long hair kissing his hips. I smile back at him, coming into the light and out of the dark shadows of the night. He shuts the door behind me and comes to join me at the fire. He sits down on his bearskin chair and I sit right next to him in a fine leather seat. "I have everything I want," he says softly, smiling into the crackling fire before us. Scarlet sparks rise up into the air and pop like tiny firecrackers. I look up at him, seeing the shadows from the fire cast off of his handsome, contoured face. "What now?" He sighs and leans back in his chair, making himself comfortable with the animal fur. "I don't know." "Well…" I begin softly. "We do what we know how to do." "And what is that?" he questions. "We love," I reply. He nods his head. "Ah. Yes." I touch the topaz hanging around my neck and bring it to my lips, kissing it tenderly. "Can you believe how far we've come?" I ask, looking down at my gemstone. He sighs again and shifts in his chair. "I never thought I'd be here, right now, with you," Abigor admits. "I never thought I'd be a queen." "I'd never thought I could hold so much love for a single person." "And I never knew I had it in me either," I say truthfully. "I'd always had this picture of what I wanted in life. A husband and many children, living out in the countryside peacefully, in love, and secluded from life. But it was the wrong picture. Back then I didn't know what I wanted, let alone needed." He turns to look at me. "And what did you need?" I look him right back in the eyes. "You." He leans back in the chair and grips the armrests tightly. "I never let anyone in like I let you in," he tells me quietly. "How did you do it? How did you pick the lock on my latches and force them open?" I look away from him and stare into the fire. "Because you let me." Outside the wind howls. The fire flickers in front of me, making the dark room grow even darker. "Because you wanted me to." In a quiet voice that was barely even audible, "Because I needed you to." My mouth forms an 'O' and my eyes widen. I close my mouth quickly after that so he doesn't see. But he does. "I know," he says. "I'm stripping my hard skin and showing you the soft. I've never been able to do that before." "You're the king," I say. "If you show your soft skin to your people and your men, you're afraid they will unleash their daggers and stab said skin. But I am your wife, and all that I will do to that soft skin is kiss it and cherish it." He closes his eyes, relaxed and relieved from my words. I find that it makes me the happiest when I bring him such peace. He deserves his relaxation and peace; it's been nonstop for months already. I drink my wine and lean back in my leather seat. Oh, to think of all of the questions that I'd had… Why did he show me such kindness when I'd arrived? Why did it make him upset to see me cry if I was just a piece of property, a whore? Why did he cut out his own soldier's heart for the whore that was supposed to pleasing him but wasn't? Why he found it easier to punch his own brother's face instead of letting him rape me? Why he locked me away from the world for my safety? Why he made the claim speech, why he 'mate claimed' me? Why he gave me, yes me, the prized topaz necklace? Why he waited for me? Why he made love to me like it was his last day on earth when he'd claimed that he didn't make love? Why he killed Kicking Bull? Cordell? Iron Coyote? Ivona? Why he almost gave his life for me? I'm roused from my thoughts when I see him from the corner of my eye. He's looking at me, smiling. "All those questions," he whispers like he'd just been reading my thoughts like an open book laid out before him. "All those questions that you've got swimming around in your head because I know that they're there-they all have one answer. Can you guess it?" "I've got something in mind," I say. "Because I love you," says the mighty king of the barbarians. "That's the one and only answer. Can you accept it, Tiger Claw?" I nod my head. "I can." 0o0o0o0o0o In the early hours of the morning, we stand in the wintery realm of the outdoors. Staring at the blank rolling hills, everything stained with white. I am wrapped in thick furs with Wolf Claw cradled to my chest, keeping him as warm as I possibly can. He is falling asleep against me. I stare into the distance once more, breathing out into the crisp air. My hot breath curls into the sky like a puff of dragon smoke. He trots up next to me in the form of a giant wolf. He is so large that his massive shoulders come up to the very top of my head. I look at him, stroking my hand across his pelt. He turns his head and places his muzzle near my shoulder. His eyes look so primal but I know that he's still in there, seeing me as I am right now. The sound of heavy footfall in the distance causes me to snap out of my trance and look ahead. I see one single warrior standing on top of the great white hill. Abigor's ears perk up instantly. The warrior waves the red flag. It's ours. And row by row, the warriors march down the hill. They are cold and they are freezing, but they are home. They are tired and weak, but they are home. They are sick and they are dying, but they are home. They are bloody but triumphant, and they are home. Abigor lifts his head to the sky and lets out a loud howl. It echoes through the forest and will live in the shells of our ears for the rest of our lives. I feel the tear slip down my cheek, one that crystallizes before it hits the ground. I look at Abigor and he looks at me. So this is where it ends? I think. No, he seems to say. This is the only the beginning. I know now that we can overcome any conflict. We'd just overcome the hardest one yet, and we'd still managed to hoist ourselves over those rocky cliffs of trouble, run across the dying badlands of war and avoid the malicious grasp of Death. I look him in the eyes and he nods his head at me. Because even if the whole world was on fire, we'd just kiss in front of the flame. A Map of Where Each Kingdom Is Bellechester: North; To the left of the Iron Castle is the Thicket of Thorns, a thick jungle of long spiky thorns, virtually inhabitable except for a few creatures adapted to life there. To the right, miles away, is the Moonlit Ocean. Scattered forests in between the ocean and the castle. Rulers are King Phillip, Queen Eliza, Prince Charles and Princess Sera. Seattle: West; The closest major forest is located southeast of them, Forest of Thieves, Stauckana territory. The moonlit ocean is northwest of them, but very close. They have a naval fleet there. Rulers are King Senon, Queen Aleris, Princess Muriel, Princess Naria, and Prince Illune. Stauckana: South; Castle Rock stands between Forest of Thieves to the left of it, and the Jungle of Bones to the right. The dry river runs through this kingdom and is a major water source; the dry river also runs into the Barbarian Sea. They have a major naval fleet. Rulers are King Abigor (Sarki Dances with Wolves), Queen Elizabella (Sarauniya Elizabella), Prince William (Iron Coyote). The king and the queen have no descendants yet. Pateros: East; Vibrant Queendom, ruled by Queen Amelie, her husband King Alexander, Prince Titus and Princess Myra. Their castle is hidden away in the Vibrant Mountains, all around them. A major part of Pateros is their northern lights. The Barbarian Sea runs past Pateros and into part of the mountainside. Southwest is the Jungle of Bones. Hausa Dictionary Ku zo- Come Ku zo nan- Come here Farar fata karuwa- White slut/whore Kariya- Bitch Budurwa- Virgin Na’am- Yes Rana fashe- Daybreak Tsakar dare- Midnight Ya kamata in ya buga mku mum mun an hali- I should hit you for your terrible attitude Dakiki kariya, ya kamata kazaunaa indakuka kasance. Shinabin da kuke aka ce! Kana iya an ji masa rauni- Stupid bitch, you should have stayed where you were. Do what you are told! You could have been hurt. Zaki da budurwar- Sweet girl Soyayya  (Soy-a-ya) - Love Kadan daya- Little one Wulakanci ne karuwa- Disgraceful whore Waraka- Healing Shagli- Festival Damina- Summer Giya- Wine Idanu- Eyes Gashi- Hair Kujera- Chair Hannayen- Hands Shan taba- Smoke Kafafu- Legs Makami- Arms Kanabugukoweawa dayada rana ba.- You are drunk every hour of the day. Kadan dan’uwan- Little brother Dauki Karuwa Da kuma tafi, kubagawa.- Take the whore and go, you fool. Yi biyaya- Submit Dakiki- Stupid Na gode- Thank you Karuwa- Whore Ba/Babu- No Lebe- Lips Kiraya- Breasts Dadi- Pleasure A zuciya ga zuciya- A heart for a heart Ya zubar da madara- She spilt milk Ana jin hares hena?- Do you speak the language? Mace- Woman Ni mace- I am a woman Zuciya- Heart Barawo- Thief Kai ne- You are Kai ne barawo.- You are a thief. Tawa- Mine Naku- Yours Naku da tawa- Yours and mine Mugun mutum- Evil man Jin dadin tabo- Pleasure spot Ya Allah na- Gods Wanda nake kauna- My love Ko Yaushe- Always Ina suka mutu idan ya kasance ba a gare ku.- I’d die if it were not for you.   Text: Cherie Benjamin Editing: Cherie Benjamin and Grammarly All rights reserved. Publication Date: April 16th 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-gl1568e1b833685

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jewel crotan Maid for the Millionaire A midnight tryst reveals several intriguing and possibly disturbing secrets about Mr. Carawell. Perhaps she is in over her head, but deeper into the rabbit hole she goes chapter 1 I hope I don’t screw it up. That single phrase was all that resonated through my head as I walked through the forest path in the twilight hours of a beautiful day in June. Birds were chirping, the wheels on my suitcase were squeaking, my heart was pounding. As a fresh-out-of college 24 year old girl, my worries had changed in the month since I graduated. Instead of fretting about the extra pounds I had put on or that my term paper was five thousand words too short, I was now concerned with finding the money to put food in my mouth and a roof over my head. My degree was in a saturated field, one that required at least a year of unpaid internships to get lucky enough to be considered for a paid position. I was broke. I couldn’t wait that long. The road I walked down led to the Carawell estate. The family had been famous in my neck of New England for their wealth and for the scandal involving their missing infant son around fifteen years ago. Victor Carawell was something of a legend in the stock broker business, carrying an uncanny streak of investments that led to untold riches. Many would pay quite a price for his dedication and skill in the trade. Some accused him of being a cheat, an insider. Others proclaimed his intelligence and luck to be entirely self-made. I couldn’t tell you which was my opinion; I had never met the guy. To me, he was my future employer. My ticket to building up my savings account. So I could go on to bigger and greater things. That’s right, I had been accepted to be one of Mr. Carawell’s many maids. I had done a bit of cleaning as a part time job in college for some extra fun money. It was never anything on the scale of serving a multi-millionaire. Thankfully my friend and former classmate James vouched for me, he had been working an apprenticeship in the stables ever since he graduated ahead of me a year ago. The thought that I would have a friendly face to see in this hidden in the woods mansion comforted me. My heart still pounded as I walked. When I reached the front doors of the mansion it was 6:15. A full quarter-hour after my scheduled arrival time. As I knocked on the door my mind was fully prepared to make one of many understandable excuses for my tardiness. The bus was late, the hike from the main road to the mansion took nearly ten minutes; it was not an easy location to get to. But seconds after I rang the bell a woman appeared in my sights from behind the front door. She looked distinguished: perfectly parted hair, expensive grey sweater, tight black pencil skirt and the highest heels I had ever seen. No words initially, just a careful stare as her eyes darted up and down. I felt like a lion’s prey being scoped out for its next meal. “April Thompson?” “Yes Ma’am. I apologize for my lateness, I...” “No matter. I’ll be your supervisor. You may call me Helen. Come, let’s get you sized up. Let’s hope we finish by dinnertime.” Helen led me so fast through the mansion I barely had time to register each of the rooms. The echo of her heels set the pace as my eyes darted through each open door I walked by: The majestic entrance hall with grand staircase, the library with books that stretched to the ceiling, the smells and sounds emanating from the kitchen. As we walked Helen gave me a brief history of the mansion. Her voice reminded me of a cross between an overexcited tour guide and a traditional Catholic high school teacher. “The Carawell Estate formerly belonged to the Elliot family. It was built in 1927 with renovations in 1940, 1977 and most recently in 1995. The last remaining survivor of the Elliot family, George Elliot, squandered away his inheritance and was forced to sell. Our staff could not be happier to be rid of the selfish git. Victor Carawell is a much more proper man to work for. He and his wife treat us very fairly.” “Will I be meeting him tonight?” “April, my dear, I should hope not. Mr. Carawell is a very busy man. Our duty is to make sure the drudgery of daily life does not inconvenience his career. Do the hands of the grandfather clock pay mind to the cogs? If you do your job correctly and efficiently, there will be minimal interaction with the master. And in return, he will compensate you accordingly.” Part of me was a little disappointed. Victor Carawell was something of a recluse, conducting business entirely from home. To have actually met him in person and to have shaken his hand would put me in a very exclusive group of people. Still, the tone and words in which Helen carried struck true. I was the maid, just a small part in the functioning of this household. “The mansion is divided into two wings, the east and west. The east wing is which where Mr. Carawell conducts his business. Due to his unique skillset, his trade secrets must be protected. As such, entering the east wing without express permission from Mr. Carawell, Mrs. Carawell or myself is grounds for dismissal.” “No entering the east wing, got it.” “You will be spending much of your day in the west wing, which contains the dining area, kitchens, parlor, master bedrooms, and head staff quarters. Like the east wing, you are not to enter the master bedroom area without express permission from Mr. Carawell or myself. He occasionally would like dinners or late night snacks to be brought there.” “Where would I be staying?” “Our destination in this tour. There is an annex next to the stables outside that houses the maids, butlers and cooks. You will have your own bedroom to retire to at night. Technically, you will be on duty at all hours of the day, but we do try our best to make sure the workload is distributed evenly. You are allowed free reign over the annex, which also contains kitchens for your own use and a recreation area. If you feel like you are missing anything, contact me and I will see what I can do.” At the end of the hallway there was a large wooden door that led to the outside. A small gravel path traveled for about a hundred yards before connecting with a small building that could easily house ten or twenty employees dormitory style. Helen warned me that the door to the mansion would lock automatically, but I would have my own key and should immediately report in the case of loss. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the stables on the side of the mansion. I wondered if James was working in there that very second. Helen and I entered the annex together. “The annex will be fairly empty at this time of day. I will show you to your room, where you can unpack and settle yourself for the night. I will return with your uniform.” Only the muffled sounds of hurried footsteps and doors opening echoed throughout the annex as Helen showed me my personal habitat. I don’t know why I expected it to be as lavish as the rest of the mansion, but it had the bare essentials: bed, desk, drawers, closet and my own personal bathroom. Helen went out to grab my uniform from the annex storage. I took the opportunity to appreciate the view of the mansion out the window. The woods extended far beyond what I could see. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement on one of the upper windows. There was a man, staring out into the distance as he buttoned up his white dress shirt. The paintings that peppered my initial tour match his face exactly. There was no doubt about it, I was looking at Victor Carawell himself. Even at this distance I felt very small in his presence. Victor’s face was very youthful and boyish for his age; but the way he buttoned his expensive shirt, groomed his jet black hair, held himself filled me with a sense of power. The eyes that stared into the woods were cold and focused, hinting that he was thinking of a million different things at this very second. I could see why he was so good at selling his skills, just one look at him and I was convinced he was a pro. The eyes of the billionaire snapped from the woods to the annex, straight at my peeping face. No longer holding the million unique thoughts, they instead focused on the strange girl spying his half dressed self. I panicked, practically leaping away from the window. So much for first impressions. I unpacked the rest of my things, taking careful note not to look out the window again. Helen arrived right before I finished, carrying my uniform in her arms. She urged me to try it on in the bathroom immediately. There, standing on the cool stone stiles, I modeled for myself. It was a puffy little outfit: frilly lace skirt and a black bodice complete with cute little pink bows lining the hem. It looked and felt distinguished, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling I wouldn’t be out of place in a maid-centric porno. I wasn’t bothered; fancy clothes like these were a rarity and they showed off my curves rather well. I could get used to this. “How does it feel dear?” Helen questioned through the bathroom door. “It’s a little tight up front.” Wrinkles spread across her face as she scowled. “It used to be mine.” Oops. “I’ll see if I can get it adjusted later. I’ll leave you to your things, we start tomorrow morning at 5am sharp.” Maybe I should have said nothing at all. Mr. Carawell and I never crossed paths the entire week. Instead, I found myself in the empty rooms, trying my best to stay in the shadows while I cleaned. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of Mr. Carawell or his wife walking from one room to the next; often with a whole cabinet of servants following them. These casual glances only fed my curiosity; I had never held a job before where I never met my boss. I wanted to greet him, get to know him, understand him. But he was untouchable, always with Mrs. Carawell or an assistant. What made it worse was the fact that aside from that first night through the annex window, he had never even glanced in my direction. I was a shadow in his mansion.  chapter 2  During my off hours I would often go down to the stable to talk with James as he tended to the horses. We would catch up on each other’s days, kick back and relax with some beer to unwind from the fancy environment. I tried my best to pry more information about our boss from him, but James was just as clueless. Occasionally, he provided bits of gossip that I obsessed over. “Have you seen Mrs. Carawell lately? Cid is telling me that she’s been fed up with Victor. There might even be a separation.” I felt my heart pound at the prospect of a single Mr. Carawell, even though my mind kept telling me why it meant nothing. I was confused as to why I felt this way about such an older man. I was a college graduate with no money, a plain face, and little to offer to a man like Victor. If he was used to women of Mrs. Carawell’s caliber, there was no way I could ever hope to compare. Still, my mind ran wild with fantasies of him coming into my bedroom late at night and having his way with me. I didn’t share my secret with James. “Huh. I wonder if she’s going to do it before the Lockheart dinner party. Everyone is already stressed out as is.” “Let’s hope she waits.” I hope she waited too. From dawn to dusk, it seemed all that everyone talked about was the upcoming dinner party in hopes of securing a new account for Mr. Carawell’s portfolio. No one talked the exact specifics of the deal, but there were rumors of a thousand dollar bonus to all staff if the night ran smoothly. It wasn’t exactly charity money, but I still found his respect towards his staff endearing. “They are looking for extra hands on deck. I can put in a good word for you if you want it.” Standing at attention during dinner and serving. Placing napkins on laps. Refilling wine glasses. I could do that! “Oh James, that’d be fantastic! Thank you so much!” As I gave him a friendly hug, I thought about what this opportunity meant. I’d be in the same room as Mr. Carawell for an entire evening. Back against the wall and silent, of course. My mind judged my reasoning. But my heart pounded in excitement. Maybe, just maybe, I would be noticed in his eyes. James certainly put in a good word in for me, and then some. The very next morning Helen tested me in my serving aptitude. Thankfully I had grown used to the heels I wore as part of my uniform and was able to walk in a straight, concise manner. Even when balancing five plates (thank you, teenage waitress job). The detail that Helen demanded was absolute, from my chin always behind held high to the way I held my hands when waiting for further instruction. Several hours of training later, I was accepted into the position for the night. It still felt like I was accepted by the skin of my teeth. The day of the party I felt as if I could fall apart at any moment. I meticulously checked my makeup, my dress, my hair, my posture. And still I wished I had more time to prepare. By the time 7 rolled around I was already lined up with the other servers in the dining hall. Every single pair of eyes was focused on the entrance door. It opened promptly at seven fifteen. Helen was the first to lead; followed by Mr. and Mrs. Carawell, what I assumed was Mr. Lockheart and his wife, and several other men and women I assumed to be their lackeys. As Helen introduced the woodwork design on the walls of the dining area, I kept hoping his head would turn in my direction. No such luck, although Mr. Lockheart did give me a small smile when he passed by. I returned the smile as best I could while his body odor invaded my nostrils. It was like a synchronized dance. I played my timing with the other servers to the second; setting down silverware, handing off food, lighting the candles. When placing Mrs. Lockheart’s napkin I noticed her husband staring down my chest. Combined with his increasing familiar smell of whiskey and sweat I suppressed the urge to throw up. “Beautiful house, Victor. If your business sense is as good as your sense of decor, I see an very bright revenue stream in our futures..” Laughing, Mr. Carawell continued his sell. “I certainly am proud of this place. Though I cannot take all the credit, we have an exceptional staff here at the Carawell estate. Now, I understand you’re proposing a reverse split on Irvine Energy. I’ve seen this pattern before, the shareholders will come knocking about their value...” The business talk bored me, so I focused instead on the atmosphere. Mrs. Carawell had not spoken a word since she entered and seemed to be avoiding her husband’s conversation at all costs. Mr. Carawell was clearly dominating the conversation, meticulously picking apart each and every point of Lockheart’s business plan. Even with a large prize on the line, he never shied away from being brutally honest. Yet he never jumped the line from critical to insulting. I could see why he was good as what he did. Lockheart raised his glass, signifying the need for a refill. I had hoped another server would assist, but the man was looking directly at me. Keeping my face straight and holding my breath, I grabbed the bottle of wine from the bar and paced back to the table. The man’s eyes violated me with great interest. I fought the urge to run away, instead focusing on pouring the wine. My face ran cold as I felt the sudden sensation of Mr. Lockheart’s hand run up my skirt and grope my butt. It startled me so much that I lost control of the wine. It fell from my hands, spraying all over his suit. You would have thought a gunshot went off with how ballistic Helen went. Within a second she was screaming. “Young April, you will take Mr. Lockheart into the kitchen and clean your mistake up!” She continued apologizing for quite some time. With a brutally red face, I hoped someone had noticed what the pervert had done. Apparently not. Instead of outrage at him, there was only disappointment towards me. The stupid server who had spilled wine all over the important guest. The saving grace was that Mr. Lockheart was not outraged himself, instead insisting that it was a simple mistake over Helen’s profuse apologies. I looked up at Mr. Carawell. He looked back at me with cold, stern eyes. At least I was finally noticed. The sink was in the back area of the kitchen. My mind ran wild with fear. What if I got fired? I had no plan B. For the first time since I graduated I wasn’t worrying about where my next paycheck would come from. If I would have enough to buy food for the month. The fear of losing my job outweighed the fear of this repulsive man standing before me. I wet a towel with the sink and began patting his shirt down. My mind was so distracted that I didn’t even notice we were out of sight of the cooks. “There there, you made a mistake. We all do. Your name is April?” “Yes sir.” “That’s a very pretty name. Do you have a boyfriend?” The warning bells began to go off in my head. I felt frozen to the spot, unable to decide what to do. “...I don’t think that’s appropriate to ask, sir.” “Of course, you're a professional. Let's speak business then. Dear April, do you know why I’m here?” “Of course sir. To reach an agreement with Mr. Carawell. I couldn’t tell you the details, the maids don’t concern themselves with that.” “Aren't you precious? Then again, I doubt Victor would tell his staff. You see, he’s fallen on hard times recently. A bit of bad choice in investments. Of course, the public doesn’t know about this, but he’s losing credibility. He’s very good at hiding it, but he needs people like me to continue paying for the lavish life he lives. Which places me, the business partner, in a very good position.” I felt his hand on my shoulder. Looking up into his eyes, I felt very small. He continued to speak to me. “To be honest, I’m not sure I want to partner with Victor anymore. At least that’s the decision I’m leaning towards. He's lost his edge. Can't be trusted anymore. I’m a understanding man though, and I can be persuaded. Do you want your employee to have my business?” I nodded silently. My body shook. “I thought so. You’re very pretty. I think you can persuade me more than your employer ever could.” “Sir, I...” He roughly grabbed my hair, edging my face forward to crotch. It smelled worse than his odor. “No talk. I’ll make it simple. You take care of me, I’ll make sure Victor doesn’t lose this home. You refuse, I not only will make sure Victor loses his home, but I’ll also make sure you lose your job. I’ll make sure you never work as a maid again. We wouldn’t want that, would we dear?” Choking back tears. Head sweating wildly. My mind knew to run away, to scream, but his grip on my hair was powerful. To hell with my job. I screamed. “LET GO OF ME!” “Mr. Lockheart, what the hell is going on?!” That voice. I turned my head to see Mr. Carawell standing not five feet away. His eyes raged with a fire I had never seen before. “Ah, Victor. I was just sampling your staff here. Even with the little spill, I dare say they are quite exceptional.” “Let her go.” There was a pregnant pause before he released me. I stood back up, too overwrought to say anything. “Come now Victor. Let’s not forget the person you were when we first met, you hypocrite.” Mr. Carawell's face didn't change a beat. Still burning. Not even slightly unfocused. “April, retire to your room. I’ll be there shortly.” “Sir, I...” “Now!” All I could do was walk out of the back of the kitchen, crying and shaking. Both men silently watched as I retreated. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I’ve had hansy boyfriends before, I could always hold my own. But here, in such a different environment, with such high stakes... I was out of my element. I was ashamed of myself. Embarrassed, ashamed, and scared. The stares I got as I walked back to my room only made me walk faster. By the time I was lying in my bed the tears had stopped.  chapter 3 Starring up at the ceiling in my uniform, the events of the evening repeated themselves over and over in my head. I was glad that Victor had stepped in to my rescue, but I was more ashamed that I wasn’t able diffuse the situation on my own. No job was worth getting molested over. But what about Mr. Lockheart’s statement about Victor being a hypocrite? They obviously had a history together. What kind of man was he then? What kind of man was he now? After about an hour of reflecting I decided on three things. One, none of it was my fault. Mr. Lockheart was obviously a egotistical pervert, and if I was unlucky enough to cross paths with him again, I would call him out on it or avoid him entirely. Two, I would be smarter with putting myself in these situations. I had a lot riding on this job, but my safety was much more important. Third... Mr. Carawell was my savior. I not only needed to show him how appreciative I was that he stepped in, but that I had learned and would be more headstrong in the future. That I was not helpless and that I was not a liability in the his staff. This, of course, all assumed he wouldn’t fire me outright. Helen's words back after I spilled the wine still stung. Knock knock. The moment I had simultaneously been anticipating and dreading had arrived. On the other side of my bedroom door Mr. Carawell stood alone. Apparently he didn’t stop to change from dinner, still dressed in his pristine tuxedo. His eyes had the palest of rings forming beneath them. I noticed his outfit looked scuffed and ruffled. Did things get violent between him and Mr. Lockheart? The way he stood was imposing, as if getting ready to scold a pet. The mood that filled the room told me all I needed to know. He did not want to be dealing with me right now. He was probably ashamed to do so. I broke the silence. Maybe fealty would inspire mercy. “...I’m sorry Mr. Carawell.” He silently pointed at the bed, motioning for me to sit. I obeyed, placing my hands on my lap; my eyes solemnly pointed towards the ground. Mr. Carawell pulled up a chair and sat down directly in front of me. He let the silence hang in the air. My lungs felt like they stopped working working. It took all of my willpower to meet his scornful gaze. “April, was it?” I nodded slightly. “It’s been awhile since I inquired about one of Helen’s staff. You are a recent graduate of Wesleyan in an unrelated field. Tragically unable to find a suitable position, so you took a vacancy here as temporary help. My stable boy referred you, if memory serves me correctly. How has your first week at the mansion suited you? Overwhelming, I’m sure.” Again, I could barely muster a nod. “You are a bit of a rarity. Most professional maids would consider this a very desirable position. Some may even consider this a dream job; top of the line for their field. When I reviewed the applications, by all means, I should have glossed you over. Little experience. No referrals, Only a recommendation from a boy who spends his days working with the horses. And yet, here you are. Serving my estate.” Where was he going with this? “My speciality is predicting trends, April. Seeing potential for growth. On the surface it’s profits, revenue. But it’s a gift I’ve been utilizing all my life. With friends, colleagues, relationships. I’ve found when faced with a decision, my instinct is better than any other comparison. Though that application, my instinct saw you.” Here it comes. How his instinct was wrong this time. How he manages to slip up occasionally. “Mr. Lockheart has chosen not to use my services.” Brace yourself... “April, it is my fault entirely. I went against my instinct. He should have never been here in the first place.” An enormous weight was lifted off me in an instant. I met his gaze wearing curious eyes. If he wasn’t here to scold me, why did he need to make an appearance at all? “I’m... I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Carawell. I was so scared I had screwed up.” “Mr. Lockheart was an old friend of mine. From another time, before I matured. I’m sorry you were compromised, I should have acted sooner.” Reaching out, he took his hand in mine. My mouth fell agape as the electricity danced across my fingertips. “Mr. Carawell... Can I ask you a question?” He nodded. “You were really once like him? He did call you a hypocrite...” Exaspering slightly, he let go of my hand and stared out the window. It was if his next words were the most important in the world. “I’m not proud of where I am now, but I’m still less proud of where I was. Yes, April, I was not a nice person. I was abusive, disrespectful, terrible. I thought it all was the normalcy of this cutthroat industry. Well, I suppose it is the normalcy. As you unfortunately saw earlier this evening. These monsters think themselves untouchable." "But what about you and your wife? Were you really like that when you met Mrs. Carawell?" Chuckling slightly, Mr. Carawell continued. "Scarlet is just like them. Riding the contrails of success, no matter what the vilification entails. I've been trying to free myself for years now. But alas, my career is the only thing I have time to dedicate now." His words. They seemed so sad. In an instant my attitude towards him changed from intimidated to pity. I couldn't bear to see such a powerful man in such an intimate state of mind. Even more, I couldn't bear not to do something about it. "Mr. Carawell... Can I ask you one more question?" Taking his time in answering, Mr. Carawell spoke. "Only one." "Is there anything I can do for you? Beyond my usual duties, that is. You saved me tonight. I want to return the favor." As the words left my mouth I placed my hand on his thigh, rubbing with the lightest of touches. This world I adopted myself into still felt foreign. I couldn't handle an expensive dinner party or clean a mansion to perfection just yet. But I could satisfy a man I was attracted to. My mind raced as he didn't back down from my advance. Sure, he was my boss, but he was also a intelligent, powerful, handsome man. Sure, he was married, but he had just confessed the relationship had been dead for years. I couldn't help myself as my hands rubbed along the fabric of his pants. Smiling gently at his bewildered face. Yet still he didn't say to stop. Taking his silence as an invitation to proceed, my hands danced towards the front of his pants. A noticeable bulge had already begun to form. I licked my lips in anticipation. Loosening his belt, I looked up at his eyes. "Please Victor. Let me take care of you tonight." I felt his hand on the back of my head, caressing it lovingly. My eyes closed at the sensation of him playing with my hair. Victor was so careful and delicate, like I was a fine work of art he was taking in. Deep under my skirt I felt my womanhood grow warm with desire. The back of my mind still screamed with doubts as to if this was right. I shut that voice out immediately. Kneeling down on the chair in front of him, my fingers still gently circled the tracing of his member. It already felt like it was growing by this lightest of touches. I looked up into his eyes, putting on the sexiest look of pleading I had in me. Mr. Carawell stayed deadpan. Was he confused? Was he conflicted? I tilted my head to the side, licking my bottom lip seductively. It worked. Taking my hand in his, Mr. Carawell led me to his belt buckle. It came off easily enough, and with astonishing speed I had his pants around his ankles. Still keeping the deadpan expression, he stared at me diligently. As if waiting impatiently for me to initiate. I had been bold so far in this tryst, but my heart still felt like it was going to explode. Still I hid it well, smiling gently as I feed his cock from the restrictions of his underwear. There, I couldn't help but get a good look. Mr. Carawell's penis was half-erect at this point. I was still impressed and a little frightened. It was true that I had small hands, but I could barely get my middle finger to overlap around his girth. The length wasn't too shabby either: seven, possibly eight inches. There was a scary second when I wondered if I could take all of it in my mouth. That fear quickly turned to excitement as I started pumping the shaft with my hand. It pulsated with every stroke, growing bigger and bigger until I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed Mr. Carawell's cock in my mouth. I needed to make my millionaire employer come. Biting my lip in nervousness, I slowly lowered my head deeper between his thighs. Mr. Carawell placed his hands on my back of my head. Guiding me towards the manhood I so desperately craved. It smelled surprisingly pleasant down there; a rich musky scent that reminded me of expensive aftershave. I decided to have a little tease first. Kiss the tip of the head. Dart my tongue along the bottom run of the shaft. Look deeply into his eyes as I stroked it with my hand. Surprisingly, Mr. Carawell still looked unfazed. Prior boyfriends at this point were always frenzied, begging me for more stimulation. Like the rest of his lifestyle, was he used to something more luxurious? Still, he wasn't asking me to stop. I felt a growing desire in me to impress. To perform better than I ever had before. Nothing but the best for Mr. Carawell. I started slow, enveloping his head entirely within my lips. I refused to move for several seconds, instead circling my tongue, making sure there wasn't a single unstimulated nerve. He placed his hand on my back of my head again. Not pushing or forcing, simply placing it gently. I took this as a good sign and increased the intensity of my work. Bobbing slightly up and down. Moaning gently as I did so. The smell of Mr. Carawell's cock was incredible, and he tasted even better. Never before in my life had I wanted to suck a penis so intently. As I continued to bob and use my tongue to explore new territory, I felt subtle signs of the effectiveness of my work. Increased breathing. Tighter muscles. An actual grip on my hair. And of course, the fact that his dick had grown rock-hard inside my mouth. To pat myself on the back, I was sucking better than I ever had in my life.   chapter 4 There was a gentle tug on my hair. Taking his member out with a gentle pop, I moved my head back to meet his gaze. There was a tiny strand of saliva running down my chin and a happy smile on my face. Mr. Carawell gave me one simple order. "Deeper, April. Take it all the way in." As I glanced down at the immense member under my chin I doubted I could. "Sir, I..." "No words, April. Ease into it." Emotions ran through me. Doubt, at my own abilities. Fear at his directness. Anger, at his disregard for my own feelings. What won them all was desire. Deepthroating had never been something I was good at. It was time to learn. What better time to practice than now? "Of course, Mr. Carawell." Looking once again at the cock I had been so diligently sucking, my perception changed. What once had been warm and inviting, now seemed like a mountain to climb. A test of my abilities. A chance to go beyond my limits. I took his penis in my mouth and moved down as far as I could. Slowly, gently. It was still only halfway. I loosened my jaw the best I could, relaxed my muscles. But this was all I could do. I once again felt Mr. Carawell's hands on my back of my head. "Relax, April. I have no doubt you can." To my surprise, he began pushing on the back of my head. With any other man I would have been enraged. But I couldn't say no to Mr. Carawell. Instead I took his forcefulness as motivation, support for this endeavor. A miraculous thing happened. I felt the back of my throat loosen up. I was able to lower myself even more. It was an incredible, satisfying sensation to feel his cock hit the back of my throat. With his hands as forceful support, I managed to get every last inch of his penis inside me. It stayed like that for a few seconds as I breathed through my nose. Mr. Carawell stroked my hair. "Good girl..." That was all the support I needed to continue. Dragging my lips along his shaft, I moved my mouth back up to the tip of his penis. Without even taking a break I went back down to the hilt. It was easier the second time, once my mouth had loosened up. Soon enough I was back to a frantic speed, sucking and licking with an unfound desire. Mr. Carawell's reactions stayed the same; slight affirmations of pleasure but overall commanding. In a way, it turned me on even more. It made me feel used, submissive. Like I was only a toy to him. With any other man I would have found it degrading. But with Mr. Carawell... I was proud to be his slut. There was no warning when he came. Only an increased grip on my hair and the salty tase of semen down my throat. I had been working the head with my tongue when it happened, so I quickly took the entire shaft down to his waist as the ropes of cum landed deep within me. To be honest, I didn't even register much of the taste. It was my duty to please Mr. Carawell, and I felt nothing but satisfaction from making him orgasm. Mr. Carawell lifted me up by the chin after he was finished. I was breathing more than he was. Giving a smile, I spoke. "Did I do well?" He smiled. "Oh April. We're not done yet. On the bed. On your back." I was hoping he would say that. Obeying diligently, I laid on the bed as he took the belt from his pants on the floor. The familiar feeling of discomfort ran and was quickly shut out of my mind. Just think, I told myself. An hour ago I thought would be on the streets. Now I was preparing to have sex with an attractive millionaire. So what if he was a little rough? As evidenced by how wet I was, I was enjoying how commanding and intimidating he was. I loved how he took charge, how I was purely there to be used for his benefit. The feeling was liberating, in a way. No emotions. No feelings. Just pure, raw sex. Mr. Carawell lifted my hands above my head; tying my wrists to the bedframe with his belt. I cooed and squirmed seductively, echoing my desire to be fucked as he slowly took off his clothes with professionalism. Each button on his dress shirt meant another second I had to wait. The anticipation just about killed me. Finally, he was naked, erect, and glaring at me hungrily. It was time. The world stopped as he penetrated me. Goosebumps lit up all over my skin. I felt every last inch of his penis slide into me at a savored pace. Mr. Carawell had his eyes closed. Mine were starry-eyed, rolling back in my head as I arched my back. It felt entirely unlike any other man I had been with. Something about the suddenness of the situation, the power he wielded over me, the girth of his dick. It all combined to a feeling that satisfied my massive pent-up frustration. He stayed like that a while, cock buried deep inside me. He probably wanted to fully enjoy the sensation before moving on. I didn’t mind. As his hips moved back and forth my breathing quickened as well. I had to keep as quiet as possible, there were other maids and butlers through these walls and passing by outside my door. But as his pace increased I couldn’t help but moan quietly. Back and forth, feeling the entire length of his cock move in and out of me. There was a very precise motion he was carrying himself with. He hit just the right distance before plunging back in, controlled his breathing as a professional runner would. Just as I was wishing my hands weren’t tied so I could rub them all over his bulky chest and back, he kissed me.   More specifically, he kissed my neck. Buried his face in the crux of it, biting in lightly. While the combined feeling of goosebumps and being tickled spread across my face, Mr. Carawell started to quicken the pace. His strokes were no longer cold and calculated. They were more frenzied, as if he had tested the waters and was now giving into his desire. The heat that radiated from his body was powerful. His breath filled my ear as he fucked me. I moved my head for a kiss on his lips. Almost as if predicting my movement, he ran his tongue downwards towards my chest. Licking and sucking on my breasts as his penis continued to fill me. A little disappointing, but the sensations ran through my body like lighting. I couldn’t help it, my moans grew louder throughout the room. At some point while he was trusting from up top, he had managed to unhook the belt from my wrists. I didn’t even notice my hands falling down to the pillow until he dismounted me. In my chest my heart was pounding wildly. The room already reeked of sex. Looking at Mr. Carawell, his eyes wandered over every last inch of my ruffled uniform. I ran my fingertips over his chest, glistening with the sweat of a good fuck. My womanhood ached with the craving of his cock. Some might even say it was painful. Mr. Carawell knew this; the way he looked at me confirmed he enjoyed my anticipation. He loved the tease. He loved having this control over me. “On top. Now.” With a hold on my wrist I was dragged out of the bed. Mr. Carawell sat back down on the chair, myself straddling him precariously. I looked into his eyes. Eager. Yearning. Burning. From his eyes I felt far from the same. I felt pride in his eyes. Power. Desire. With his left hand he grabbed my hair in one fell clump. I buried my head in his neck and lowered myself gracefully. My skirt spilled over his legs as I impaled myself on his cock once more. This was a different sensation entirely. As each inch entered me my arms tensed up, wrapped around his shoulders. In my ear I felt the heat of his breath caress gently. Mr. Carawell placed his hands on my hips, yet I still controlled the pace. For now. Another few seconds and he was completely buried inside me. The room was silent except for my gentle breathing. I took my hands and placed them on his shoulders, feeling the power of his muscles under my fingertips. I began to move. It was slow work at first. My hips moved forward just enough to keep the angle right. I loved the feeling of my breasts pressing up against his chest through the fabric of my uniform. Then I moved backwards, touching my forehead to Mr. Carawell in the process. Feeling the exhales of our breath intermingle. On my toes I continued to rock back and forth. It was a new position for me, but the surrealness of the tryst still hadn’t turned me off. It was almost like an addiction; I just couldn’t stop. With each glance at Mr. Carawell I almost felt boredom from him. Was he used to slow sex? On that thought, I grinded faster for him. Gripping his shoulders tight, practically slamming our chests together. The pleasure I felt grew more intense and soon I was feeling the heat of the moment again. Faster. Harder. More passionately. In that moment, I felt like a sexual goddess. Hands roughly grabbed my hips. I paused in the moment to see Mr. Carawell staring at me. He still wasn’t satisfied. I felt him pumping up from below. There were only a few thrusts before his pace became frenzied. Filling me to the hilt, pumping at an incredible rate. There was no way I could hold in the moans that flooded the room as he fucked me silly. With each thrust Mr. Carawell moved my hips to meet his movements. I no longer felt like I was making love. I felt like he was using my body for his own pleasure. In that second, in that room, the thought turned me on immensely. It all happened in a blur. I buried myself in his shoulders as I felt the buildup in my womanhood. He roughly clawed at my back, tearing the uniform in certain places. The chair shook with such force I was sure it would fall over. My mind could only concentrate on the feeling of his dick continuously entering me at a frenzied pace. I couldn’t stop it. “I’m coming!” Mr. Carawell stopped thrusting. I started grinding again before he wrapped his hand around my throat. Not tightly, but firmly enough to enforce the idea that he was in control. It took me a moment to register what was happening. “April, you will not come until I say so.” I nodded my head while squirming as much as I could. It was futile though. I couldn’t defy Mr. Carawell. With his hand still on my throat, I leaned into his lips. He returned the kiss, but half-heartedly. As if I was swearing fealty to him; he was acknowledging my submission. Our lips still locked, he once again thrust up into me. The way he played my body was masterful. We danced the edge of my orgasm, denying me relief with seconds to spare. I held off as long as I could. My body was shaking from the anxiety. I begged.“Oh please, Mr. Carawell. I can’t take it anymore. Please let me come.” “April, I still haven’t given you my permission. I’m still not done with you yet.” “Oh... Ah! Oh please. I can’t... I can’t take much moreeeee Oh! Oh! Oh!” Sighing, he spoke. “Very well. You may come.” The second the words left his mouth I felt a rush of euphoria escalate through my body. It cumulated in an explosive ecstasy that almost made me topple over. Mr. Carawell grabbed me to sit me up straight as he continued to pump away. I rode every trust through my orgasm before he came himself deep inside me. It was quiet afterwards. No hushed whispers of voyeurs at the door. No murmur of confusion through the walls. Just the gentle breathing of us two as the blood rushed back to our heads. My head rested on his shoulder, looking right into his face. Mr. Carawell had his eyes closed. Meditative. Calm. It was almost romantic. Before his eyes shot open. “I need to go.” Picking me up and setting me aside, Mr. Carawell began gathering his clothes. As he meticulously put them back on I questioned him. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to help you... I hated seeing you in pain like that.” Sighing once more, he spoke. “It’s not that April. You did nothing wrong. It’s me.” Putting on his clothes at an almost expert pace, he continued. “It’s as I said before. My past self was not someone I want to resurface.” “What? Did what we just did stir something in you?” Mr. Carawell remained silent as he buttoned up his shirt. I decided to press the issue. “I can handle myself. Everything we just did, I wanted. So you like to be a little dominant? There’s nothing wrong with that.” Ignoring my question, he gave himself a once-over in the mirror. I wanted to keep talking. Show him that his past self was gone. But I realized that he was still practically a stranger to me. And as much as I wanted to, convincing him was out of my knowledge. For now. “This won’t happen again. When we see each other tomorrow, there will be no mention of what transpired here tonight. Doing so will result in your termination. Are we clear?” I nodded. “Are you still ok with the incident with Mr. Lockheart?” “Yes sir.” “Very well. Good night April.” And there he left the room, leaving me in a disheveled uniform and a sore body. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, desperately wanting some sleep. Instead, I spent the night staring at the ceiling in the dark. What could he be hiding? What was going on with his wife? What was going on with his future? I would find out in due time. We would be spending much more time together. After all, I was his maid.  Publication Date: January 17th 2016 https://www.bookrix.com/-rh73156b15c9865

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Miyazono Kaori Erotic Short Stories How's that? I hope you get wet or hard (lol) Thank you for your time to read this boring erotic short stories. I got bored and I'm a fan of Christian Grey *drooling* -wipes my mouth- hahahahaha it makes my imagination gone wild and wild and wilder (lol) PS. I dedicate this book to all the naughty and horny readers. ;) you love my arse? then I love yours :P EROTIC SHORT STORIES Warning: Explicit Sexual Content   This story is intended for mature readers and has explicit language, mature content and explicit sexual activity, not suitable for very young readers. The author takes no legal responsibility for any results of the sexual acts depicted in this story if you chose to practice them. Safe sex is encouraged and should always be practiced.   "This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental."     AN:  If  these one-shot stories were not pleasing to your own taste then I'm not here to apologize. Well, I'm not forcing you to read this but I really appreciate your negative comments. Ciao!     Step Brother "Are you sure no one’s going to come in?"   Casey glanced over Jay's shoulder towards the front door, her body tensing nervously as he urgently pulled at her tiny silver studs holding her shimmering black sleeveless top together.   "I told you my parents are away in Spain and my brother, his in the Centre of London no doubts pis*ng all his employees off with his smarmy gob shite mouth!"   "You really like your brother then!" Casey mocked sarcastically.   "Forget about my brother his miles away, I like you and right now that's all I'm interested in!" He told her pushing her top over her shoulders   Casey had been with Jay for over six months now having met him in her eighteenth birthday at a nightclub her best friend had dragged her along too. She was hating the experience until he'd propped himself up on the bar stool next to her. Clubbing had never been her scene, in fact boys had never been her scene.   She wasn't into girls either, despite her friends all assuming she was a lesbian. She was just late starter, pre-occupied with her education and succeeding in the career she'd always longed for since a tiny little girl. A vet! At the moment she was merely an assistant, but with her sheer determination she was absolutely certain one day she would have her very own surgery.   She hadn’t ever consumed alcohol before that night and Jay’s constant supply of drinks he was pushing her way soon had her feeling funny in the mind and wobbly on her legs, before the night was out she found herself half stripped in a tiny toilet cubicle losing her virginity.   She hated him for it at first, two weeks she was ignoring his calls to her mobile.   “Ok he took advantage Casey, but he obviously likes you or he wouldn’t be calling you twenty plus times a day!”   Her best friend Laura pointed out. Admitting that there was some truth in what her mate was saying she decided to finally pick up and see what he had to say for himself.   “I’m sorry Casey!” He apologized the second she said hello.   “I meant what I said to you that night, I like you I really do…”   There was a pause, she heard him take a deep breath.   “Let me take you out I’d like to apologize, you know for what happened that night, I should not have….”   Casey interrupted, for the first time she realized she was as much responsible for what took place as him.   “Yes, apology accepted and yes you can take me out!” She told him in one quick breath.   “Wow, I thought… I thought you were seriously mad at me.”   “I was but, well it’s not like you forced me was it!” She admitted to herself as well as him.   The two of them met up almost every evening after that call this was the first time they’d decided to go all the way again since that first drunken messy ten minutes in a nightclub.   “What is it with your family, why do you never want to talk about them?” Casey questioned.   She inhaled deeply in response to his tongue flicking over her erect nipple. He knew so much about her life and yet he always avoided letting her into his. It was irritating her.   “Damn Casey!” He grunted pulling his head back from her naked flesh.   “My parents are barely ever around and my brothers an arrogant, dominating ass! Anything else you want to talk about or can we perhaps get back to what we came back here for in the first place?”   She looked at him surprised, he’d never spoken to her so harsh before, his tone startled her, for a second she thought she might cry.   “I’m sorry ok!” He apologized sensing her upset.   “My parents have a villa out in Spain so they’re out there a lot of the time, and my brother, his a business man, runs his own company up town, were different, we just don’t gel that well. In my job I try to make people’s life is a little easier, in his, the deeper in the shit they get the more money he makes. He runs a debt collecting agency, but not the unpaid five hundred pound store card type we’re talking people’s homes, their businesses. Guys like me themselves off a cliff!”   Casey bit down on her lip, her eyes squinted shut at the disgust on his face.   “It’s just a job thought isn’t it? I guess everyone has to pay their way in life and if they can’t then it has to be resolved somehow.”   She didn’t want him to feel like she was sticking up for his brother but she could see it from both sides. Allowing him to lower her down onto couch she let out a pleasurable moan widening her tights apart, her body responding hungrily as his fingers pushed deep inside her pulsing flesh.   “What was that?”   Her head lifted from the cushioned arm of the three seater sofa, her yes back on the glass paneled front door.   “Nothing, stop stressing!’ Jay told her sliding his body down hers to take her with his mouth.   “And again!” She panted breathlessly, his tongue driving her wild.   “What the fuck sake Casey?”   He lifted his head questioning her with irritation.   “I heard something click Jay, twice! Can’t we at least go up in your room?”   “It’s probably the springs in the sofa, you are trashing around on it!” He laughed.   “Please!”   “Ok, fine!”   He stood to his feet pulling her up by her hands his mouth back on hers as soon as she met his level.   “Suck me!” He murmured against her lips.   She pulled away, her feet turning to the direction of the stairs.   “No here! Suck me Casey and then I’ll take you upstairs and fuck you!”   The force he pulled her back with unnerved her, his grip was tight around her wrist. Lowering herself down onto her knees she released him from his jeans and took his length inside.   “Suck harder!”   His voice was demanding she was unsure that she liked it yet the tingle between her legs was certain she did. He started to grunt, raising her eyes up she watched him run his fingers firmly through his short brown hair, he gazed down at her lustfully filling her mouth with his creamy arousal.   “Come here.” He whispered softly.   She rose slowly, her lips skimming over his chest as she stood.   “Close your eyes Casey.” He told her turning her around in his arms.   His fingers trace over her hardened buds down her abdomen finding their way to her wetness.   “Oh yes!” She moaned widening her stance to give him better access.   Her head lent back into the crook of his neck, her moans getting louder as his fingers teased her sensitive nub. She could feel his cock stiffening again against her buttocks.   “Stay right where you are I’m just going to get out of these jeans, keep your eyes shut Casey!”   His tone had switched again, his request most definitely an order. Swallowing against her odd mixture odd fear and arousal she stood on the spot he’d left her in and waited in anticipation. Hearing him step back up behind her she felt soft material hit against her eyes, and then that odd noise again echoed through her ears.   “Jay what are you doing?”   Her voice shook, she opened her eyes to the darkness.   “Just relax!” He replied.   “Jay no!” She gasped.   He had both of her wrists in one hand tying them together her back.   “I told you I’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you, I’m just getting you prepared!”   “Jay!” She screeched.   His shoulders pressed hard into her stomach as her feet were lifted off the ground, she wriggled beneath his hold as he carried her up the stairs.   “Fuck you!”   Casey’s tone angered, the force he dropped her on the bed with made her bounce up off the mattress.   “No darling, I’m going to fuck you! Your drenched down there Casey don’t pretend you don’t want it!”   He pushed her tights apart running his finger over her throbbing pussy, her hips raised in response despite her anger at him.   “You like being dominated, I knew you would right from that first fuck we had at the nightclub, that’s why I didn’t give up on you Casey, that’s why I’m never going to give up on you!”   She felt movement on the bed, a puppy like Yelp expelled through her lips as he yanked her sandy blonde hair pulling her head side, she felt the tip of his cock push against her half parted lips.   “You look so good with my cum around your pretty pink lips Casey but the photo didn’t come out too well so we’re going to have to do a re-take!”   Photo? She panicked to herself unable to question his statement, her mouth filled with his length.   He continued to pleasure himself in her mouth, his fingers were squeezing on her nipples, releasing one he stretched his hand down between her legs.   “Arrr. Fuck!” She whimpered around his erection.   Something had entered inside her, pushing her into the mattress with each thrust, her arms aching beneath her, she assumed at first it was vibrator despite it feeling so real, it had to be she thought, his cock was till in her mouth. The initial sting settled leaving only pleasure, her moans mumbled around his flesh.   “You were right about this one, she’s so fucking tight!”   The voice startled her.   “Jaaaaaay!” She mumbled in panic.   He run his fingers down her cheek.   “Don’t stress darling, it’s just my brother…  My step brother! Don’t worry you won’t be disappointed. When you see him you know exactly why I hate him so much!”   She heard the strange voice snigger, her darkness removed as Jay uncovered her eyes. The man on top of her, pumping inside her with his torso rested up high on his arms sent her arousal into over drive the moment they caught sight of him. Jay was hot but this guy had just set fire to her soul.   She glanced up at Jay with his short brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and youthful completion. And then back to this jet black haired, blue eyed, rugged, unshaven stranger.   “Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum!” Her voice muffled.   As her pleasure echoed through the room Jays pleasure re-filled her mouth, his step brother pulled out squirting his own over her abdomen.   Pulling her over on her front Jay released her hands. She clambered up the bed wrapping her arms around her bent knees scared by what was happening and confused by her reaction to it.   “Meet Zane my step brother.”   To be continued... Step Brother [Part II] RECAP...   "Meet Zane my step brother."   ------    He gestured his hand towards him on introduction.    "And this is the girl I told you about. Casey!" Moving the direction of his hand he pointed to her, his face frowning slightly at her fearful expression.    "I thought you didn't even get on, you said he was a..."   "An arrogant dominating ass! Yes he is, but so am I, well in the bedroom anyway."   "Oi less of the arrogant, gob shite! I just like to have control in all aspects that's all, I get what I want simple as that!"    Casey couldn't help but giggle as she recalled Jay using the term gob shite to describe Zane just a short time ago. Rolling her eyes at them she attempted to get up from the bed.    "Erm not so hasty pretty lady, Jay might be spent but I'm certainly not!"    He lowered his face over hers.   "We have matching eyes, must be fate ah!" He whispered rolling his tongue across her ear.   She stared back into his deep blue eyes, they were glazed over she knew exactly what he wanted from her as he raised up on his knees at her side. Excepting his once again fully erect length inside her mouth, she sucked on him hard. Jay stood watching her pleasure his step brother his own length hardening inside his tightly gripped fist.   "Get on all fours!" He ordered sharply slapping her behind as it raised up in the air.    She whimpered her mouth plunging further down Zane's shaft.   "You love his cock don't you Casey!" He stated, his fingers sliding against her drenched slit.   "Answer me!"   "Yes!" She mumbled.   He slapped her arse again, this time harder, his palm gently stroking over the sting.    "Your a bad dirty girl Casey getting off on another guy when your supposed to be mine!"   Zane's hand grabbed at her hair pulling her back to his cock.    "You thought because I decided to be a good boy and share with my brother you could get turned on by it?"   Casey's body tensed as his hand slapped hard against her reddened skin.    "I'm sorry!" Her voice muffled.    "Fuck her Jay, make her cum for you!"   "I intend too!" He replied abruptly to Zane.   Casey fely something wet being rubbed into the crack of her arse, her body jolting forward as a finger entered inside.   "Fuck NO!" Her voice mumbled loudly around the flesh in her mouth.   "Don't stress darling, we both turn you on right, so we're both going to fuck you..."   He paused, pushing another finger her arse.... "Together!"    "I'm just getting you prepared for what's to come!"   With that he pulled out his fingers and entered the tip of his cock, guiding himself in slowly he caressed her nub with his free hand.    A tear rolled down her cheek, the pain intense her mouth clamped around Zane's shaft,  her movement halting. Suddenly her cries become moans of pleasure an imminent orgasm building and bubbling inside her.    "That's more like it!" Zane rasped, his cock jerked between her lips.   Sliding it from her grip he reached over the edge of the bed and retrieved a square foil packet from the bedside drawer. She watched him remove the rubber inside and pull it over his length as Jay thrusted into her. He reached beneath her, first his attention was on her nipples, teasing them as they swayed forward and backwards, then he moved further down finding her empty hole, his finger pushing into the dripping wet pulsing wall.   "I think your ready pretty lady, come sit yourself on me!"   Jay pulled out leaving her feeling a pained sense of loss, she knelt back on her knees her eyes fixed on Zane's erect length.  Reaching out to her wrist he pulled her towards him guiding his length to her entrance as she straddled across him.   "Oh that's good." She moaned her mouth dropping hungrily to his.   She was aware of the movement behind her, her stomach tensing as Jay's hands spread her arse cheeks apart. Her movement slowed.   "Just try to relax!" Zane murmured against her lips sensing she was scared.   "Owww, fuck!" Her head lifted back, she bit down hard on her lip, both holes plunged with their lengths, the feeling overwhelming.    "Come here!" Zane whispered to her, his tongue filling her mouth. As movement started back up again her body suddenly become taken over with sheer pleasure, her delightful moans filling the room, her orgasm screamed it's way through the back of her throat, her body in spasms sending both guys intontheir own ecstasy.    She collapsed down on Zane's chest, her legs trembling, her breath out of sync.  Jay rested up on his side next to them gently stroking her naked back.   "Why did you take pictures?" Her mind wandered to those odd noises she'd heard earlier and then his comment about a photo.   "Just in case I'd read you wrong and you freaked out!" His reply was quick.   "What you would have used them against me to keep my mouth shut?" She asked shocked.    "I don't think we need to worry about that now darling, I reckon I read you word perfect! Your up for it and we're more than up for giving you it!"   "So does this mean I'm kind of with both of you?" Casey asked, an awkwardness in her tone.   "Nah!" He chuckled.   "Zane's got his own, but if your a really good girl maybe we're introduce her to you next time!"   She looked from Jay and Zane, the look on both of their faces telling her the next time was not going to be too long away! Lazy Sunday Quickie Ria makes him cum quick.   You ever have a day when you were just tired? Didn't want to do anything? That was me today.   I was laying on the couch wearing nothing but my boxers. As I was flipping through the channels to find something to watch, Ria walks in from her nap wearing nothing at all.   "Babe, I'm bored..." she pouts.   I laughed. "Well, it is lazy Sunday."   She smirks at me. "Why is your dick hard?"   I looke down to find my dick standing at attention through my boxers. I look back at her and say "Well it wants to be inside of you."   She laughs, walks over and kisses me. I kissed her back rubbing her sexy naked body.   "Mmmmmmm.." she reaches behind her to grab my dick and starts stroking me nice and slow. I moan and reach for her pussy. She gasps, eyes wide and moans seductively. Her hands stroke and pull my dick slowly as I rub her pussy in the same rythmatic beat.   After a wihile, Ria pulls off my boxers and straddles my hard dick and smiles.   "You are going to cum first."   I laughed. "Let's find out."   Ria grinned and slowly lower herself onto my throbbing hard on. She takes my swolled pole into her tight, wet pussy moaning as she sits.   "Shit! Hmmm... You keep getting bigger every time."   I grab her waist as I go deeper into her. I tilt my head back moaning loudly as I finally feel every inch being inside of her. She leans forward putting her hands on my chest and bounces on my dick, moaning louder and louder.   "Oh fuuuck!" she screams.   I groaned and smiled. "Can't wait to feel you cum."   She moans. "Shut up.." then stopped as she slowly get up.   "Hey wait... why the hell did you stop? I was enjoying that!"   She smirked. "Because I know how to make you cum." Ria turns around in reverse cowgirl. That's how I knew I was screwed. That was a position that will keep me cumming.   She sits down hard on my dick, screaming and making me moan.   "You... ah! You are going to cum Jordan.. mmmm!"   I smiled and place my hands on her smooth ass and squeezed it.   "Prove it."   She leans forward and starts to bounce hard on my dick. I watch her as her sexy ass bounces. Trying not to cum. But she was making it impossible as she increases her pace riding me as I slap her ass, leaving a hand print.   "Argh! Fuck! Ria! Shit! I'm cumming!"   "Oh my god! It's so warm baby..." I can't even respond as I cum inside of her.   Trembling. Ria turns around and cuddles into my body.   "Calm down.." she whispers and planted soft kisses on my neck and chest.   "Perfect." I whispered.   "Told you I'd make you cum first baby." she grins and lays her head on my chest.   I smile, kissing her forehead as I close my eyes as the afternoon faded.. Step Sister       "How about this..." Nate whispered behind his step sister ear as he caressed her thighs "I will buy you many jeans you like.. if.." his hand slid up to her small waist "you let me fuck you."   Nate accidentally poured bleach on Rose's dark jeans while they were washing their parents cars.   "I'll take you shopping and buy you all the stuff that you like."   Nate and Rose are step-siblings. Their parents married last five months and now the two argues a lot. Nate was a year older than Rose but both in the same college and level.   Rose bit her lip and closed her eyes as she was enjoying her step brother touching her everywhere. She moaned as she felt his finger slid in her panty and slowly his fingers entered her wet pussy.   "Ahhh..."   Nate kiss her nape as his hands continued entering her and feel her tighten around his finger.   "N-Nate!" she moaned.   She was then turned around and now she was facing him. Her step brother stands 6'3" brown hair and tanned toned hot body. He was actually very popular in her college and girls swarm around him and sluts befriend her just for them to get close with him. Plastics.   Nate leaned and kissed him rough and deep as he pulled her waist closer. Rose always nags and complain and lucky for her she was pretty hot for a sister. The girl is a pretty brunette with bright blue eyes has the body to die for. Even his friends always checks her out whenever they come to his house. Too bad she has a boyfriend.   Her hands slid down to his toned chest as she pressed herself against hers, grinding her body against his hard cock and turn her on even more hearing him growl. Sexy.     "Mmmm...."   She put her hand on his waist and slowly massaged his hard meat.   "Rose... Ah! Fuuuccck!"   She slide her hand inside his boxer and jerked him off hard and fast. "Fuck! Yes! Yes!" Nate moaned as he was gripping her waist tightly in pleasure.   He can feel he was getting close so she pulled her arms away and pushed her to her bed and pulled her panties off and spread her legs revealing her wet pretty cunt.   He licked her clit which made her arched her hip in the sudden pleasure and electricity at once. His hot tongue massaging her pussy felt too good, she knew she would come so soon will just his tongue.   "Nate..... Ah! Nate... Fuck me. now." she moaned as she bit her lip. "Mmm... please.... Aaahhh... Nate please!" she begged.   He teased her pussy with his cock as he slid his head up and down rubbing her clit and slammed inside her. "Ahhhh!" Rose screamed in pleasure as Nate pounded her fast and hard.   their moans and loud thuds on the wall and floor was noisy and loud. Luckily, their parents are out of town on a date leaving both alone in their house and they don't even have neighbors too close by hear them.   "Yes! More! Mmmn.."   "Rose, fuck you're tight."   Nate groaned as he fucked her hard and fast and sweat was dripping on their bodies.   "Ah! Ah! Fuck, I'm going to come." Nate said as his pace increased and thrusted faster and harder.   "Oh my god! M-me too..."   She felt her throbbed and heat increased all over her body. She was on euphoria.   Nate cummed as well, releasing his seeds in her as his cock throbbed and he shivered in pleasure.   He smiled at Rose and gave her a peck on the lips. "Get ready because this secret just started... and more will come."     #SexFunFact - orgasm is good for your health. For women, they can lower heart's disease, stroke, breast cancer and even depression. Hahahahaha xx   Sleeping Beauty That voice...   Philip was riding into the woods with his horse until a beautiful singing voice caught his attention.   He followed where that heavenly voice came from. He need to find that voice.   He galloped but then fell into a water. Scowling at his horse.   He then went under a tree and dry up his outer clothing and boots.   The voice was louder...she is close.   He slowly went hiding behind a tree.. and there he saw her, he found her.   A beautiful woman singing. Her blond golden hair, her lips was in perfect shape of a bow, red as blood, skin beautiful and tempting frame.   She was beautiful.   Beautiful indeed.   Aurora was out to the forest picking up red berries as she was humming a song that have been stuck in her mind ever since.   She tood up as she found her basket full. The peripheral vision saw a man standing behind a tree which surprised her.   She gasp and started to run but then strong hands caught her back. His mere touch send her body unexplainable magic. It felt warm.   She look up and saw his face.   She never saw a man before. She just saw some glimpse in her dreams. But this man, this stranger standing in front of her was beautiful. Perfect. His tall frame was towering her and her broad body was like a god. Is he a god?   Her eyes studies his face.   Those eyes. Deep dark brown eyes. Perfect nose, luscious lips and strong shaped jaws.   Who is he?   He watch her as she stared at him. His hands went to her small waist and pulled her closer. She heard her whimper and smiled as he then caressed her cheeks. Her eyes closed as she was loving the touch he was giving him.   "What is your name, love?"   Her eyes open and look at his "How can I be so sure that I can trust you with my name?"   His eyes went down and watch her lips. His fingers now touch her lower lip. "I won't hurt you..." he said and his eyes went back to hers. "now, tell me your name."   "Aurora."   "Why is a girl like you, roaming out in this forest?"   "I love nearby." she said as she was still looking at him at awe.   "Have you seen a man in your life before? Aurora?"   She shook her head and look at him. "No... I've never seen a man before. I was forbidden to go out of this forest."   "Why?"   "My three stepmothers forbid me to. They said it is dangerous."   "So.. you just lived alone with them?"   "Yes."   "This is your first time seeing an actual man?"   "Yes..."   "Being... close with a man?"   She nodded and he pulled her closer and caressed her cheek.   "Being... touched by a man?"   Aurora nodded again and gripped his arm as he felt his hands sliding down her waist to her hips then to her thighs. His callous hands were sexy and god the look in his eyes was inviting. Magnetic and handsome.   He smiled and leaned closer as he planted a kiss in her forehead then to her jaws, then to her cheeks, then to her lips.   He pulled her closer and deepen the kiss. Aurora didn't know what to do but just follow his lead and opened her mouth, kissing him.   He taste amazing...   She felt his lips smirk against her lips. He carried her then laid her on the grassy ground under the tree. He kissed her down her neck and tore her dress which made her grasp.   "No!"   "Don't worry love, I'll be buying you the most beautiful dresses ever made..." he said he planted kisses down her breast and sucked her nipples and heard her moan.   "Spread your legs, Aurora. I'll be sucking you hard and taste your sweet juices. Lick you until you can't take it anymore. Until you convulse into pleasure."   She did what he commanded and Philip licked her pussy hard. "A-Ahhhh..."   "Does it feel good?"   "Y-Yes! Oh yes!"   "Mmm... you taste good, love."   "Lick me more. Lick me harder, Philip!" she moaned as he arched her back wanting more as Philip sucked her harder. She sucked her clit and inserted his finger in her which made her scream. "Oh god!! Yes!"   He can feel her contract around her finger as he thrust it in and out as he continued sucking her. "Ahhh-haaaa....."     "Mmmm, you taste really fucking good, Aurora." he said and inserted another finger in her.   "Mmm...." she moaned louder and gripped his hair. "P-Philip.." she said breathlessly "Ah! Philip!"   "Are you going to come?"   "Y-Yeah..."   "Come in my mouth, baby." he said and started to suck harder and thrust his fingers faster.   "A-Ahhh! Philip!" she screamed and climaxed around his mouth. She was panting and was now covered with her sweet sweat. Philip look at her as he put his finger in her hot mouth.   "Taste yourself my love."   She then sucked his finger and Philip leaned forward capturing her lips. Sucking and kissing her passionately as his hands went to her to his lap without breaking their kiss. Aurora moaned in pleasure. She felt a hard thing pressing against her bum and noticed it was his erection. She bit her lip as she grind herself against his throbbing hard cock who wants to get off the tight pants which made Philip growl in pleasure.   "A-ahhh..." She slowly slid her hands down and massaged his shaft against the thin cloth. "Mmm.. yes love. That's it." he said in between moans as his hands were massaging her soft breast.   She then slid her hands inside his pants and grabbed his hard shaft as she him off teasingly which made him groaned. She smiled and kneeled as she slowly lick him.   "Ahhh... love... yes..."   Philip's hips jerked in excitement as he gripped her hair while she took all of him in her mouth "AHHHH!" he was now panting so hard and fast. She can taste the sweetness of his hot juices coming out. He can feel himself losing control.   He pulled himself out off her mouth and carried her as he spread her legs, displaying her wet pussy. He teased her clit using the head of his cock as he rubbed himself roughly in her entrance.   "A-aahhh... Philip!!"   She screamed and as she was about to come, Philip smashed himself inside her tight pussy and immediately released his juices inside her but still continued to thrust himself roughly inside her as wet messy sounds audible.   "Ah... ah! Yes! More!"   He can feel her core throbbing and tightening around his cock which felt amazing. It felt so good it made him cum the second time inside of her and still never stopped thrusting deeper as white hot sticky juices was dripping out her pussy while he pounded her deep and rough.   Philip then started rubbing her clit which added intense pleasure to her and she need to come again. The sudden rush of heat was there and she was even more tight. Her juices released, squirt and adding mess on the sinful wet ground.   "Ooohh! Yes baby! Wow.." he thrusted even faster and he put a finger inside her pussy as he continued fucking her as the other was still rubbing her clit.   "Ahhh!" she screamed, she came again in the same time he also cummed.   White mess and her juices was all over the ground. His cum was also dripping out her pussy but they were still in heat. Ignoring the hell of a mess they were still there.. fucking like wild heated animals as they moaned in pleasure.   Forbidden Lust “Mmmm… T-terrence….” Vivian whispered as Terrence fuck her.   It was late night in her room and Vivian was trying not to moan loudly. Their parents are across her room and it is already 11:45 in the evening and they have school tomorrow.   “Shhh… Mom and Dad might hear us.” Terrence whispered behind her ear. He leaned closer and planted soft kisses on her nape sending hot electrifying feelings through her body.   His hands went to her soft breast and pinch her nipples sending pleasuring pain on her body. “Mmmh!” Vivian bit her lip as she tried not to moan loudly. Panting as Nate thrust inside her.   His hands went down to her hip and lower to her folds, rubbing her clit. “A-ahhh...” she shivered and Terrence felt her pussy tighten around his cock. He groaned and pushed deeper as he inserted his finger inside her pussy as he continued thrusting his hard cock inside her.   Vivian arched her back wanting more as she gripped his arm tightly.   “You like it huh?” he whispered as he licked her earlobes.   “Yes…”   Terrence pulled out his cock off her pussy and Vivian whimpered “No…”   He teased her by rubbing his cock against her wet folds. “What do you want Vivi?” he whispered seductively while Vivian was arching her back, begging him.   “Terrence… Terrence please…” she whimpered as she was panting.   “Please what?”   “I want you… now Terrence… Please.”   “Tell me Vivi… how bad do you want me?”   “Argh.. S-so… so bad. Please Terrence… put it in now.” She begged as she grabbed his cock massaging his head. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard and make me cum many times until I can’t hold anymore.” She said in a seductive voice and Terrence groaned and slammed himself inside her deep and hard. It was tight fit.   “Ahhh… yes. Just like that. More Terrence.”   He thrusted deeper and faster.   “Oh my Goood!” she remarked rhythmically rocking her hips with his back and forth. Terrence planted his hands on her breast, teasing her with his light touch. She dug her finger nails into his arm and closed her eyes. Within seconds, she could feel the unstoppable rush of adrenalin coursing through her veins. She shook and shivered at the violent orgasm. Everything around her darkened for brief few seconds.   Terrence didn’t hold back either.   "I'm going to cum!" he announced as he increased speed and pounded her hard and fast.   Before she could prepare for the inevitable, she felt his cock twitching. An all familiar feeling warmth filled her pussy. At the same time, her body shook uncontrollable. It was as if she was in some land and experiencing an earthquake.   Still panting, "Goodnight Vivi..." whispered Terrence as he planted a kiss on her forehead before he slowly crept off her room back to his own room without making a noise.       #SexFunFact - Your brain shuts down during orgasm. This is legit, innocents. Its according to a study.   #SexFunFact - accept your body. There's a study that if you accept your body, like obese you need to accept it, your sex life will be more hotter and better. So for those who innocent, accept who you are, inside and out. Or else, your sex life will suffer... #JustAnAdvice   Publication Date: January 2nd 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-ru9d5162a62c585

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Kez Hammond My Return Part One I have been away for a while, which is nothing new for me as I am forever away it seems, and due to this my sex life can be extremely non existent most of the time. You know that I have just got back and start texting me and asking if we can meet up, I decided what the hell why not, so we arrange to meet up and get a nice hotel room booked. I decide to get a train there as I have an idea that there will probably be large quantities of alcohol drank throughout the evening and I don’t fancy driving back the next day still pissed. You meet me at the station wearing a nice white gypsy dress falling just above the knee, we embrace for a kiss and I give your bum a cheeky squeeze and find to my delight that there is nothing under the dress. We soon reach the hotel and it is only mid afternoon so we decide to go on up and just chill for an hour or two before going out for food. I drop my bags down next to the bed and jump on to the bed landing on my back with my head on the pillow, you climb onto the bed also and straddle me playfully as you do. I am looking straight down my body at you as you shuffle your way up me, raising your dress naughtily as you do, it is not long before I can see your freshly shaven pussy heading slowly for my face, I decide I can’t wait for you any longer and I grab your arse cheeks and pull your pussy faster towards my face, I am just dying to taste the sweet juices I can see are already forming on your smooth pink pussy lips. I stop you close enough that I can still see but also tease your hot wet slit with my tongue, paying particular attention to your growing swollen clit, I let my tongue flick over it very fast and then take it between my teeth to suck it and flick it harder with my tongue, I can feel your legs start to shake and tremble slightly as you give out little gasps and moans of pleasure, and you can’t just kneel there any longer and you start to grind your pussy into my mouth, soft and slow to begin with getting harder and faster as you are getting yourself off on my mouth and tongue. Suddenly you arch your back and let out a loud moan of pure pleasure, your legs are turning to jelly either side of my face and you just let yourself go and you release your hot juices all over my face as you cum hard into my mouth. You pull away from my face and lean in to lick your own juices from my face, giving me quick hard kisses as you do. I then throw you to the other side of the bed and inform you that I really need a shower after all that travelling, I leave you lying there still recovering and getting your legs back as I head to the bathroom for my shower. I turn the shower on to get it nice and hot for me as I undress, I step into the bathtub and let the hot spray of the shower wash over me, it feels great after being in them clothes all day long. I soap up my head and body nice and good then just stand there under the powerful spray with my eyes closed as it all rinses off, I must have stood there for several minutes as I don’t hear you creep in and climb into the tub yourself having removed your clothing out in the hotel room. The first I am aware of you is when I feel your hands take my still semi hard cock and guide it between your soft lips and into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the top of it and around it in playful circles. You soon get into a rhythm and start to slide your lips further and further down my now fully erect cock taking it deeper and deeper as you go, your head moves faster and faster and the fact that you are taking my cock so deep that it is hitting the back of your throat is just turning me on all the more. My face is turned up into the water with pleasure and my hands find the back of your head, pulling you into me harder and faster as I am literally fucking your face, it starts to get to the point that it is a little too deep and fast for you as you choke and gag, I stop what I am doing to make sure you are ok, but you tell me not to stop as you love the feeling of my cock pounding into the back of your throat to make you gag and choke. Soon my cock is back into the rhythm of slamming hard into the back of your throat to make you choke and bring tears streaming down your face, but you are loving every second of it, it isn’t long before you feel the change in my rhythm and feel me tense as I can hold it no longer and I cum deep and hard into the back of your throat, this sensation does make you pull your head back and choke, but you put your hands there to make sure you don’t lose any of my hot white cum, you sit back onto your ass and lick your hands and fingers clean, not wanting to miss out on a single drop. As you sit there and finish off licking my cum from between your fingers, you look up at me with a very naughty smile and ask me to make you feel like pure filth, I ask how you would like me to do that, and you tell me to hose you down, and not with the shower. I know exactly what you mean and take my cock in my hands and direct it towards you, it isn’t very long before I manage to produce a stream of hot golden piss and start to cover your ample tits with it, you give out a little giggle of pleasure and tell me to aim higher, I aim the stream of my piss towards your face and you open your mouth wide wanting to feel the hot tangy piss filling your mouth as you drink it. You finish drinking my piss and I laugh and call you a dirty little bitch, you laugh with me and ask if I want to taste yours, I nod and say hell yeah, so you get me to sit in the shower as you stand over me, you start to piss all over me, I open my mouth so I can taste it, it fills my mouth and runs down my chin and all over my chest, I gulp it down with a smile on my face. As you are finishing pissing, you start rubbing your pussy again, teasing your swollen clit as you do, I get the urge to lick and suck your pussy again, but you tease me and won’t let me, eventually you relent after some begging, and as I am licking your hot wet pussy again you tell me that you want to feel my big cock deep inside you, I get up and pick you up and carry you to the bed, we lay there kissing for a couple of minutes until your hand finds my cock and guides it into your sopping wet pussy, I start to fuck you nice and slow looking down into your face as you moan with pleasure, I start to go harder and deeper into you getting faster so that my balls start slapping against your ass. You keep begging for it harder and harder, you then ask me to lie on my back as you want to straddle me, you ease yourself down onto my cock bouncing down harder with each go, I look at you with a silly smile on my face mesmerised by your tits bouncing in front of me. I grab your tits and pull them and you towards me so I can suck on them as you fuck me, you are just constantly moaning with pleasure now. I suddenly stop you and flip you over into a doggy position but instead of carrying on fucking you I decide to lick your pussy again teasing you, you keep begging to feel my cock deep inside you again but I cant help but tease you some more, I just cant get enough of your juices in my mouth. Soon you can take it no more so I slide my cock into you again, but I keep sliding it in and pulling it out slowly all the way, you are nearly crying as you beg me to stop teasing you and just fuck you hard from behind, I start to fuck you real hard now, slamming into you as hard as I can until you are screaming with pleasure. You can feel yourself on the verge of cumming but really don’t want to just yet as you want to feel me fuck you more before you do. We give it a break for a minute and I lie you down so we can get into a spoon position, you reach behind and grab my cock to slide it back into your cock hungry pussy, we fuck like that fairly slowly as you rub your clit, you know just how to rub it in the exact right way you rub harder and harder as I am fucking you, pretty soon you can hold back no longer and you cum all over my cock, I can feel your hot juices all over my cock, you tell me not to stop fucking you as you want to feel my juices inside you too, I keep on fucking you from behind until I tense up and can hold back no more, you can feel my hot cum flowing into you mixing with your own juices. I pull out slowly and lie on my back, you turn over and slowly lick and suck all the mixed up juices from my cock, we both then kiss and fall into an exhausted afternoon sleep. Part Two   It is around 6pm when I finally wake up and you are still fast asleep, so I leave you lying there while I go grab myself a shower and a shave ready for the evening ahead. You wake up just as I get out of the shower and decide to jump in while I have my shave, it isn’t too long before we are both cleaned up, dressed and ready to hit the town. We decide to go for a nice meal at an Italian restaurant first, it is quite a cosy place and the food is excellent, not to mention the wine. The night is rolling on nicely as we are getting merrier with the alcohol flowing at a good rate. We decide to hit a bar or few after our meal and pretty much just see where the night takes us. I can’t help but admire your shape every time you walk to the toilet, you are wearing a sexy little black number, small and sleek enough to look sexy without being slutty. All I can think about though is how much fun it is going to be removing it from your body later on. After visiting a few lively bars it starts to get fairly late so we decide to make a proper night of it and hit a club. The club itself is a typical club playing the usual club tunes, it has a good feel about it and a friendly atmosphere which just adds to the overall feeling of a great night out. We have now moved onto shots and shorts, without any regard to how crap we will both feel the next morning. You excuse yourself from the bar as you need the toilet again, but I am happy with that as I get to watch you from behind again. I order myself another drink to sup while I wait for you to return as I know how long women like to spend in a nightclub toilet. I finish my drink and decide to order another one as you still haven’t returned, as I near the end of that one I start to worry a little as you have been taking a lot longer than usual, I ask the bar maid to let you know that I have gone for a wander round the club to look for you in case you return. After wandering around the maze like club I spot you in a darkened corner speaking to another woman, you are both having to lean in close to each others ears to be heard, the way both of your hands keep touching each other though, suggests more than just a chat in a nightclub, so I stand back where I am and watch you, becoming intrigued by what could be playing out in front of my eyes. You look around scouting the area around you and your eyes lock onto mine, you give me a little wink and then lean in and start to kiss the woman in front of you, I am unsure whether to be pissed off or what, but the feelings stirring in my groin lets me know that now is definitely not a time to be pissed off. After a few minutes you walk over hand in hand with your new mystery friend, “hi” you say mischievously, “I seem to have found a new friend who wants to come play with us.” My heart nearly misses a beat as I can’t believe what I am hearing. “I guess it is time to head back to the hotel then” I say with a massive cheesy grin on my face. The walk back to the hotel takes only a few minutes as it is not too far away. Once we get to the room door, I can’t get the key card out fast enough, once inside you lead our new friend straight to the bed and continue with the deep kissing that you started back at the club. I go to join you on the bed but you pull away and shake your head, “you can sit and watch” you tell me, “we might let you join in later if you’re good”. So I sit on one of the hotel room chairs and watch you both as you get back to kissing each other, as you both get more turned on and start undressing each other in front of me, it is plain to see that I am getting extremely aroused by what I am seeing. “you can play with yourself while you watch if you want” you tell me with a mischievous twinkle in your eye, but that is all the prompting I need before I take my jeans and boxers off and sit on the chair with just my top still on. As you both explore each others bodies with your mouths and hands, I sit and slowly stroke my cock in anticipation of what is still to come. You are both naked now and you both get yourselves into a 69 position, wanting to taste each other whilst pleasuring each other. All the while I am sat stroking my cock whilst my heart is racing. It isn’t long before I can’t take it any longer and I cover my stomach in hot sticky cum, but you are both far too engrossed in what you are doing to each other to even notice, so I go to the bathroom to clean myself up and get a glass of water. When I return from the bathroom, you are both lying back on the bed looking at me with cheeky satisfied grins. You get up then and walk towards me, pushing me back down on the chair as you do, “time for some fun I think” you whisper in my ear as you give it a playful nibble. As you move around to the back of me, you tie my hands behind and to the back of the chair, you then move back round to the front of me and straddle my lap forcing your breasts into my face, I give each nipple a little suck and nibble making you give a little moan of pleasure. You then produce a silk scarf and proceed to tie it over my eyes so that I can’t see anything. I sit there for a minute or two blind and unable to move wondering what was going to happen next, I then feel my neck being kissed and nibbled nice and slowly, the feeling intensified by not being able to see, I then feel someone push my legs apart and kneel between them, I then feel a soft pair of lips start to slowly kiss my now semi erect cock, followed quickly by a tongue licking it, I then feel it get taken by a hand and start to get sucked and teased nice and slowly. The sensation of having this happen whilst all the while having my neck and and ears kissed and nibbled on is just mind blowing to me. I then feel the person who was kissing my ears, move around and join the person sucking my cock, I then start to feel two sets of lips and two tongues teasing and sucking on my cock, I feel you both taking it in turns hungry to take my cock deep into your mouths. The assault on my senses is out of this world, and in no time at all I start to spasm as I cum once again, unable to contain myself any longer. You both take it in turns to clean me up with your tongues, and I can also hear you kissing each other as you do. You then take off the blindfold and untie my hands, “now it’s your turn to pleasure the both of us with your tongue” you say to me playfully. “What guy could possibly turn down a request like that” I say back to you. As you both lay back on the bed I start to pleasure one pussy with my tongue and the other with my fingers, making sure that I take it in turns with you both as you kiss each other hungrily. The fun carries on through the night like this until there is daylight streaming through the crack in the curtains and we all fall asleep exhausted. When me and you wake up several hours later, our new mystery woman has already left and gone home, but we both lay there with the happy memories of what she did for the both of us.   Publication Date: January 3rd 2016 https://www.bookrix.com/-kudfa1d62239865

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Lily Stewart Naughty girl Sex adventure To me and only me! Chapter 1 Day at school   A girl named Emily who is in her first year in highschool. Regular say for her but finds that her chemistry teacher has given her an F on her lab.   "Mr. Jones, I don't think I really deserve this." Said Emily.       " Well you did everything wrong look at this what is A+B equals AB? It's a synthesis reaction." Said Mr.Jones        "What could I do to make up for it?"        "I could teach you the notes again if you want to meet at my house with afternoon".      "Sure" says Emily 'ring' 'ring' "oh lunch time YESSS"   Cafeteria   "Wait Emily, how did you do on the chemistry lab? I did terrible." Said her BFF, Megan.     "I did horrible too. The wierd thing is that he told me to meet up with him after school. I thought he hated me and a bad teacher." Said Emily.     "Really? We he asked me the same thing. Wanna go together?" Said Megan     "Ya duh" says Emily.      Chapter 2  Afterschool    (Emily calling Megan)    Picks up...."Hey, are you going still?" says Emily.   "Ya, I'll meet at your house and we'll walk from there."    Door bell   "Hey!!!" Says Megan.   "Shss, my parents are sleeping and I'm grounded so I'm technically not allowed to go but I need help for science so let's go." Whispers Emily    walking    "Megan, are you still dating Simon? Since you don't talk to him anymore?" Emily said   "Ya I broke up with him. He wasn't horny." Replied Megan.   "What's horny?" Said Emily.   "Omg you don't know? You're so innocent. Anyways I see his house walk faster!"    At house    ring door bell    ring again   "Is he even here?" Said Megan.   "Hush, oh wait the door was open already, come." whispered Emily    "What if he is robbed or not even here?" Megan questioned    "Be quiet, see he wrote a note saying he is in the washroom so wait a couple minutes." Emily stated    "ok" said Megan    (20 minutes after)   "Where is he?" Megan said   "Maybe he's upstairs lets go check" said Emily.     Chapter 3  Washroom    "Wait I see him!!" Said Emily    "What is he doing?" Said megan   "he's naked and touching his thingy" said Emily    "His what? Oh his cock." Said Megan    "We have to there" said Megan.   "No he's changing we'll wait downstairs" said Megan   "Emily, this wasn't really for practising science it was to have fun ok now come with me." Said megan   "Hi girls" says Mr.Jones and turns around.   "You look very handsome today sir" says Megan coming closer   "Who wants to start?" Says Mr.Jones    Megan says," Emily would".          Chapter 4 Fantasty   Emily says, " Um....ok".   "Are you a virgin Emily?" Says Mr.Jones   "Ya I think so."   "Oh, then let me teach you some tricks."     Emily and Mr.Jones start kissing and he places his hands on her pussy rubbing back and forth    "Oh" says Emily    "You like that?" Says Mr.Jones   "Ya" she says and rhythms the movement and moves her hips and starts going down and opens my pants and unzips it   She touches my cock and puts it all in her mouth warm, Sailva lubrciating my cock    "Ahh" says I say and I start to get warm    She licks and swallows my dick so slowly and nicely    "im going to cum" I say    she stops    I asked why    She says, "I want you to fuck me more baby."    She he takes off her pants and I take off her panties   "So wet your so naughty" I say   I look at her pussy and see  2 red juicy pussy lips drenching with her juices    She says, " I want you, fuck me please."    I start art licking her pussy taking in all her honey    She starts moaning so loudly "Ohhh that feels so good, AHHH"    I lick and I start to put my fingers into her    "Oh baby give me more, love you AHHH"    I know she is ready and I slide my long hard cock inside her    "Ahhhh" she screams    it feels amazing. My cock feels warm and wet and want this to be forever thrusting my cock inside her and hearing her moan is crazy since I thought she was not naughty.    I say, " I'm going to cum" I go even faster and I take my cock out   oh no!! AHHH and she squirts all over me    "mm" I say licking her again    she goes on top of me and rides on me her boobs jiggle on my face and I began to suck them    "I love this, this feels amazing babe" she says I go slower making her moans and screams even longer    She starts trembling "oh baby more" and she can't take it anymore    i start to moan more and more.....   "oh baby I'm cumming and I do it in her and she gets of my dick and starts to lick it all off the cock    "yum" she says the warm ooze she licked all up like my slave      Chapter 5   She asks all after," what's my grade?"     I say, A+     Megan was looking at all of this and was fucking herself      I say, "you don't need to fuck yourself you can fuck with me babe."      She says, " I know many tricks".      I say, " can't wait to see them".     Then she take of her clothes and see her big titters and juicy ass and pussy.      "Oh your going to be a good one"    (To know their sex adventure they will be a pt.2 to this if you like it!!)    Publication Date: January 3rd 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-bg21c8145fdc4a5

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mark guevara sexcapade sex asd 1 Part I Wala akong magawa isang tanghali kaya't nagpasya akong puntahan ang aking bestfriend at kumpareng si Michael upang mangumusta. Isang bloke lamang ang layo ng bahay ni Michael sa bahay namin. Lumaki kaming magkaibigan at sabay din kaming pumasok sa elementary hanggang college. Dati lagi kaming nagkikita kasama ang ilan sa aming mga barkada pero iba na ngayon. Simula nang mag-asawa siya noong isang taon ay minsan na lang kami magkita. Napangasawa niya ang college gf niya na si Joan, ang kumare ko. Kapapanganak lang ni Joan dalawang buwan na ang nakakalipas. Nang dumating ako sa bahay nila ay napansin kong parang walang tao. Kumatok ako sa pinto at tinawag si Michael. Hindi nagtagal ay bumukas ang pinto ngunit sa halip na si Michael ay si Joan ang bumungad sa harap ko. Nakashort siyang maiiksi at naka blouse na di-butones. Napakaganda pa rin at napakaseksi ng kumare kong si Joan. Hindi mo iisiping may asawa at anak na. Gumana ang aking imahinasyon at nagsimulang magpantasya, ano kaya ang feeling ng may asawang ganito? "Wala si Michael, tinawagan ng kumpanyang kanyang inaplayan" bungad niya. Naputol ang aking pagpapantasya. "Padating na rin siya kasi kanina pang umaga umalis, pumasok ka muna." "Ahh.. o sige hihintay-hintayin ko na siya kasi matagal na rin kaming di nagkikita." Pumasok ako sa loob at pinaupo niya ako sa sala. Tumalikod siya at nagpunta sa kusina para magkanaw ng juice. Hindi ko mapigilang tingnan ang matambok niyang puwet na hapit na hapit sa suot niyang short habang papunta siya sa kusina. Nagi-guilty ako na pinagpapantasyahan ko ang aking kumare.pero hindi ko mapigilan dahil talagang kaakit-akit ang kanyang kaseksihan. "Mag juice ka muna" wika niya sabay lapag ng baso sa center table sa harap ko. Hindi ko mapigilang mapasilip sa kanyang blouse ng lumaylay ito pagbaba niya sa baso. Hindi nakasara ang tatlong butones kaya't kitang-kita ng kanyang cleavage. Mukhang wala siyang suot na bra. Siguro dahil sa nagpapadede pa siya at puno ng gatas ang suso niya. Napakaputi nito at napakaganda ng hugis. Tumalikod siya at sinabing may ipapakita siya sa akin. Pumasok siya sa isang kuwarto. Hindi niya napansin na nakatitig ako sa kanyang dibdib. Yun ang gusto kong makita! Bumalik siya na may bitbit na photo album. "Heto ang mga pictures ng inaanak mo" sabay abot sa akin ng album. Naupo siya sa sala at nakitingin sa pictures. Nakadukwang siya at di pa rin ako nabigo sa inaasahan kong aking makikita. Muling tumambad sa akin ang pisngi ng kanyang suso. Napakaganda talaga ng hubog ng kanyang suso. Nagkunwari akong tumitingin sa mga litrato. Sinasamantala kong sumilip sa kanyang dibdib tuwing ililipat ko ang page ng album. May bigla kaming narinig na iyak ng bata. "Naku mukhang nagising na ang inaanak mo, iwan muna kita sandali ha at baka nagugutom. Manood ka muna ng TV diyan" sabi niya. Tumayo si Joan at nagpunta ulit sa kuwarto kung saan kinuha niya ang album. Nang nakaalis na siya ay napainom ako ng juice. Natuyo ang aking lalamunan sa aking nakita. Tigas na tigas na ang aking titi kanina pa. Kumambiyo ako at sabay himas na rin ng masiguro kong nasa loob na siya. Hindi niya sinarhan ng todo ang pintong pinasukan niya kayat nagpasya akong tumayo upang isoli ang album at makita rin tuloy ang aking inaanak. Nang malapit na ako sa pinto ay may narinig akong huni. Sumilip ako at muling nagalak sa aking nakita. Medyo nakatalikod si Joan sa kanyang pagkakaupo habang pinapatulog at pinapadede niya ang inaanak ko. Kitang-kita ko ang kanyang malusog na suso habang nagpapadede. Hindi ko mapigilang mapahawak ulit sa harap ko at hinimas ang tigas na tigas kong titi. Maya-maya pa ay tumingala si Joan habang nakapikit. Nagiba ang kanyang huni, hindi na pampatulog bagkus ay para na siyang umuungol. Nasasarapan siya! Nasasarapan siya habang sinusupsop ng bata ang kanyang suso. Di ko na mapigilang ibaba ang aking zipper, inilabas ko ang aking titi at nagsimula akong magbate habang tinitingnan siya. Bahala na, di ko na kayang pigilin ang aking init. Sarap na sarap siya sa ginagawang pagsupsop ng bata. Nagsimulang gumapang ang isa niyang kamay sa kanyang harap at hinimas himas ang kanyang puki sa ibabaw ng kanyang short. Di siya nakatiis, ibinaba ang zipper ng short at ipinasok ang kamay sa loob ng kanyang panty. Mabilis na ang kanyang paghinga at medyo lumalakas ang ungol. Malapit na siyang labasan, ako rin ay malapit na. Napapikit ako at nagpatuloy sa pagbabate. Napaungol na rin ako sa sarap. Hindi ko namalayan na nadinig ni Joan ang aking ungol. Napatingin siya sa pinto at nakita ako habang binabate ang aking titi. Napadilat ako ng tumigil ang ungol ni Joan, sabay tingin sa kinauupuan niya. Nakatingin siya sa akin. Agad kong ipinasok ang aking titi at nagzipper ng pantalon. Hindi ko alam ang aking gagawin. "Isosoli ko sana itong album" na lang ang nasabi ko. Sumenyas siya sa akin na pumasok habang ibinababa ang bata sa crib. Hindi ako makatingin sa kanya ng diretso sa sobrang hiya, nakatungo akong inabot ang album. "Pasensiya ka na ha at di ko mapigilan, aalis na ako" sabi ko sa kanya. Tumingin ako sa kanya, nakatitig lang siya sa aking mata. Mapungay ang kanyang mga mata halatang libog na libog pa rin siya. Hinawakan niya ako sa batok at sabay halik sa aking labi. Gumanti na rin ako ng halik at nagespadahan ang aming mga dila. Dumakma ang kamay niya sa aking harapan, tinanggal ang butones at ibinaba ang zipper ng pantalon ko. Hinimas niya ang titi ko sa ibabaw ng brief ko. Ang mga kamay ko ay lumalamas kanyang suso habang tuloy pa rin ang aming halikan. Kumawala siya sa aming paghahalikan at lumuhod. Ibinaba ang pantalon at brief ko. "Ang laki nito" wika niya. Hinimas himas niya ang aking titi habang unti-unting isinusubo. Napahawak na lang ako sa kanyang ulo. "Hindi ko kayang isubo ng buo ito, napakalaki kumpara kay Michael" ang namumuwalan niyang sabi habang subo ang titi ko. Di na rin ako nakapagpigil at pinatayo siya. Tinanggal ko lahat ng butones ng blouse niya at tumambad sa akin ang kanyang suso. Walang pagaalinlangang tumungo ako sa isa sabay supsop. Ang sarap supsupin ng kanyang mga suso dahil sa gatas. Napaungol siya, "ooohhhhh...ang sarappp....". Habang sinusupsop ko siya ay abala naman ang kamay ko sa paghuhubad ng short niya. Bumagsak ang short niya at natira ang panty. Hinimas ko ang puki niya sa ibabaw ng panty. Basang basa ang panty niya. Binuhat ko siya at iniupo sa silyang kinauupuan niya kanina. Tinanggal ko ang panty niya at napahinga ako ng malalim sa aking nakita. Ahit ang bulbol niya napakinis ng kanyang puki at pikit na pikit. Bumaba ako at dinilaan ang puki niya. "ahhhhh..ang tagal kong hindi nadidilaan diyannnn..."sabi niya. Simula siguro ng lumaki ang tiyan at nanganak ay hindi pa siya nakakain ni Michael. Naiipit ng kanyang mga hita ang ulo ko sa sobrang kasarapan. "Ooohh...sige paaaa...." ungol ni Joan. Hindi na siguro siya makatiis, pinaangat niya ako at ako naman ang pinaupo. Isinubo niya ulit ang titi ko. Akala ko ay magtatagal siya sa pagsubo, yun pala ay nilalawayan lang niyang maiigi ang titi ko. "Kailangang madulas, ang laki ng titi mo at ikaw ang makakauna sa akin simula ng manganak ako". Natatakot raw siyang galawin ni Michael at dalawang buwan pa lang ang nakakalipas simula ng manganak siya. Ceasarian section kasi siyang nanganak. Tumayo siya at tumayo sa tapat ng titi ko unti-unti siyang naupo. Basang-basa ang puki niya at madulas ang aking titi dahil sa kanyang laway, kaya't walang problemang pumasok ang titi ko. Nagumpisa siyang mag taas-baba, "oohhhhh...ahhhhh......ang sarapppp....ang lakiii....." ang malakas na ungol ni Joan. "crapttttt.... ang laki ng titi mo, hindi pa rin ako makasagad". Sarap na sarap ako at hindi na rin napigilang mapaungol "oohhhh....". Masikip ang kanyang puki, siguro ay dahil CS siyang nanganak. "Malapit na ako...ayan na...." sabi niya habang bumibilis ang pagtaas baba. Ako naman ay malapit na rin kaya't di na ako nagpigil para makasabay sa kanya. "Ayan na rin ako.....ahhhh...". Nilabasan si Joan, "ummphhhh..." impit niyang ungol. Ako naman ay nilabasan na rin. Naghalo ang aming katas sa loob ng puki ni Joan. Tumutulo ang iba sa dami ng lumabas sa amin. Nakayakap lang siya sa akin habang nakapasok pa rin ang aking titi sa puki niya. Ninanamnam ang sarap na nararamdaman. Biglang may bumusina, nagkatinginan kami ni Joan. Si Michael, dumating na! Dagli siyang tumayo at nagtungo sa toilet para magkunwaring naliligo. Ako naman ay mabilis na nagsuot ng brief at pantalon at tumakbo para maupo sa sala. Pagkaupo ko ay nakita ko sa bintana si Michael na papasok na ng pinto. "Oy..pare, kanina ka pa ba?" bati niya sa akin habang inilalapag ang mga dala-dala. "Kadarating-dating ko lang" sagot ko. Tinanong niya kung inasikaso ako ni Joan. "Oo" sabi ko sa kanya, asikasong-asikaso sa isip ko. "Kumusta ang interview?" tanong ko sa kanya. "Natanggap ako pare, aalis na ako next week kailangang kailangan daw talaga. Three months ako mawawala" sabi niya. "May ipapakiusap sana ako habang malayo ako, dalaw-dalawin mo sana ang mag-ina ko" dagdag niya. "Sure pare, pangako, dadalaw ako madalas". Part II sa pagpapatuloy... Nagpatuloy kami sa pagkukuwentuhan ni Michael. Naputol ang aming paguusap ng lumabas si Joan mula sa kuwarto, bagong ligo. Lumapit siya sa amin at tumabi kay Michael. Napakabango ng halimuyak ni Joan. Kung wala lang si Michael ay siguradong sinunggaban ko na ... ..siya. Talagang katakam-takam si Joan. Hindi ako makapaniwalang nakakatiis si Michael na di siya galawin. Nagpaalam na rin ako at sinabing babalik na lang bago umalis si Michael. Bumalik ako isang gabi bago umalis paibang bansa si Michael. Si Joana ang nagbukas ng pinto ng kumatok ako. Pagkasarang-pagkasara ng pinto ay hinalikan niya agad ako sa labi na labis kong ikinagulat. Alam ko kasing nasa bahay si Michael at natakot akong baka mahuli kami. "Shhh...naliligo si Michael" sabi niya, sabay siil ulit ng halik sa akin. Gumanti rin ako ng halik at naramdaman ko ang kamay niyang hinihimas ang tumitigas ko ng titi. Di rin kami nagtagal sa paghahalikan baka kasi matapos na si Michael sa paliligo. Pinaupo na niya ako sa sala at siyan naman ay nagpunta sa kusina upang magluto. Bago siya umalis ay humalik pa ulit siya sa aking labi sabay hipo sa umbok ko. Talagang takam na takam ang kumare ko sa akin. Maya-maya pa ay lumabas na si Michael. Naupo siya sa sala at kami ay nagkuwentuhang muli. Tinawag niya si Joan at nagpadala ng beer at ng pulutan. Di naman nagtagal ay eto na si Joan dala-dala ang beer. Nagpunta ulit siya sa kusina upang tapusin ang pagluluto at pagbalik ay dala ang pulutan. Naupo siya sa tabi ni Michael, sumandal at nanood ng TV. Kami naman ni Michael ay nagpatuloy sa pagkukuwentuhan at pagiinuman. Paminsan minsan ay sumusulyap rin kami sa TV upang tingnan ang palabas. Pero mas malimit akong sumulyap ay sa mapuputi at makikinis na hita ni Joan. Medyo marami na rin kaming naiinom ng tumayo si Michael upang umihi. Nagulat ako ng may inilagay si Joan sa iniinuman niya. "Huwag kang maingay" sabi niya. Nang bumalik si Michael ay nanood na lang kami ng TV habang nagiinuman. Si Joan ay di mapakali, papalit-palit ng puwesto ng pagkakaupo. Iniisip ko pa rin kung ano ang inilagay niya sa baso ni Michael. Makalipas ang ilang sandali ay napansin kong nakapikit na si Michael. Iyon pala ang hinihintay ni Joan, tinawag niya si Michael at niyugyog upang alamin kung ito ay gising pa. Sleeping pill pala ang inilagay niya sa baso ni Michael. Nang masiguro niyang knock out na si Michael ay tumayo siya at tumabi sa akin. Hinalikan niya ako, halatang sabik. Hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko dahil natatakot akong magising si Michael. "Huwag kang magalala, matagal ang bisa niyan" sabay halik ulit sa akin. Sa narinig ko ay di na ako nagpigil at nakipaglaban na rin ng halikan sa kanya. Hindi ako makapaniwalang ginagawa namin ito sa harap ng kaibigan ko na tulog na tulog. Gumapang ang mga kamay namin. Di nagtagal ay wala nang blouse at bra si Joan. Nagpapalit-palit ako ng supsop sa kanyang mga suso. "Aahhhh..." sang sarap na sarap na ungol niya. "Ginalaw na ako ni Michael pero bitin ako. Naliliitan na ako sa titi niya" wika ni Joan habang hawak-hawak ang ulo ko. "Oohhhh...ahhhh..." sinasabunutan na niya ako sa sarap na nararamdaman. Nagpatuloy sa pagsupsop sa mga suso niya. Ang kamay namin niya ay ipinasok na sa loob ng pantalon ko. Pinatayo niya ako sa harapan niya. Ibinaba ang pantalon at brief ko, "namiss ko ito" sabi niya habang hinihimas ang titi ko. Di na siya nakatagal at isinubo na ang titi ko. Ako naman ang napahawak sa kanyang ulo sa sarap. "Oohhhh... ang galing mong mag blow-job" sabi ko sa kanya. Sarap na sarap ako sa ginagawang pagsupsop ni Joan sa titi ko. Ilang saglit pa ay lumuhod ako at tinanggal ang shorts at panty ni Joan. Tumambad na naman sa akin ang napakagandang puki niya. Di na ko nakatiis at sumubsob na ako sa puki niya. "Ooohhhh... ang sarappp...." sabi niya habang nasasabunutan na naman ako sa sarap. Dinilaan ko ang hiwa niya. Basang-basa ang puki niya ."Oohhhh...umphhh..." lalo pang napalakas ang ungol niya ng inilabas ko ang kanyang tinggil sa pagkakatago at dinilaan iyon. "Aahhhh...." napasigaw na siya ng supsupin ko ang tinggil niya at nagumpisa ko siyang fingerin. Ang sikip pa rin ng puki niya. "Malapit na ako...." sabi niya. Ipinagpatuloy ko ang pagsupsop sa tinggil niya habang labas pasok ang daliri ko sa puki niya. "Ayann na akooohhh....." ungol ni Joan, tumitirik ang mata niya sa sarap. Dumaloy ang katas ni Joan, nababad sa kanyang katas ang aking daliri. Ramdam ko rin ang pagpintig-pintig ng kanyang puki. "Pasukin mo na ako" utos niya sa akin. "Gusto ko na ulit maramdaman ang malaki mong titi" dagdag niya. Pinaupo niya ako at kumalong siya sa akin ng paharap. Ikiniskis niya ang ulo ng titi ko sa basang-basang puki niya. Unti-unti siyang naupo hanggang sa sumagad ang titi ko. Di siya gumalaw agad, ninanamnam muna niya ang sarap ng mahaba kong titi. Tumingin siya sa akin "araw-araw ka dito pagalis ni Michael" sabi niya sabay halik sa akin. Nagumpisa na siyang magtaas-baba. "Ohhhh....ahhhh....." malakas ang ungol niya. Di ko mapigilang mapatingin sa kaibigan ko na nasa tapat lang namin. Knock out talaga dahil sa sleeping pills. Napansin ako ni Joan at napatingin rin siya kay Michael habang patuloy ang pagtaas-baba. Nagulat ako ng tumigil siya at tumayo. Pinatayo rin ako at hinila papunta sa may kinauupuan ni Michael. Tumuwad siya sa may tabi ni Michael. Inilapit ang ulo niya sa ulo ni Michael. Lumingon siya sa akin "kantutin mo ako" utos niya. Nagdadalawang isip man ay sumunod ako. Itinutok ko ang titi ko sa puki niya sabay ulos. "Ohhhhhh...." pasok na pasok ang titi ko sa pagkakatuwad niya. "Oohhh...ahhhhh...." ungol ni Joan sa may tenga ni Michael. "Oohhh....Michael, mahal na mahal kita pero ang puki ko may mahal nang iba sabi niya". Di ako makapaniwala sa ginagawa ni Joan, pero inaamin kong lalo akong naginit sa ginawa niya. "Ahhh.... ang kaibigan mo ang bahala sa akin habang wala ka, huwag kang magalalaaaahhh..." paungol na sabi niya sa tulog na tulog pa ring si Michael. "Lalabasan na akoohhhh...." sabi niya. "Ayan naahhhh...." ungol niya. Tumigil ako saglit pinakiramdam ko ang pagdaloy ng mainit niyang katas, bumalot sa titi ko. Nagsimula ako muling umulos. "Oohhhhhh... nangingilo pa ako pero ang sarrapppp..." ungol muli ni Joan. "Sige paaaa.....ibaon mo pa ng todooo...". Napakapit na rin siya ng mahigpit sa sofa. Malalalim at mabibilis na ulos ang ginawa ko. " Ayan na naman ako....." sabi ni Joan. "Ako rin malapit naahhh.." sagot ko habang tuloy tuloy sa pagulos. "Ayan naahhhh...." sabi niya. Lalabasan na rin ako Isa pang ulos at binaon ko ng sagad ang titi ko "Ooohhhh..." napaungol ako habang nilalabasan. Naghalo na naman ang katas namin, kapwa pumipintig-pintig ang aming mga ari. Buti na lang at nagpi-pills si Joan kundi ay siguradong buntis siya sa dami ng lumabas sa akin. May biglang umiyak, ang inaanak ko. Buti na lang at nakatapos na kami ng nanay niya, isip ko. Tumayo si Joan, binitbit ang damit at nagpunta sa kuwarto upang kuhanin ang anak. Nagsuot na ako ng brief at pantalon. Nakatingin ako kay Michael habang nagbibihis. Di ako makapaniwalang kinantot ko ang asawa niya sa harapan niya. Lumipas ang ilang sandali ay nagpaalam na rin ako kay Joan na busy sa pagpapatulog ng anak. Naghalikan kaming muli bago ako lumabas habang nagpapadede siya ng inaanak ko. Humalik pa nga ako sa isang utong niya na para bang sinasabi sa inaaanak ko na "hati tayo ha". Bumalik ako kinabukasan, araw ng alis ni Michael. Wala siyang kaalam-alam sa mga nangyari. Nagsorry siya at masyado daw siyang nalasing at nakatulog. May kumatok sa pinto habang naguusap kami. Pinagbuksan ng pinto ni Joan ang isang dalagita. "Ate, andito na ako" sabay yakap kay Joan. Nakakabatang kapatid pala ni Joan na si Angelu. Magbabakasyon sa kanila habang wala si Michael para may makatulong sa bahay at sa bata si Joan. Napurnada ang balak ko. Mahihirapan kami nito ni Joan na magkita at magsalo sa bawal na pagibig. "Magiging sagabal kaya si Angelu?" ang tanong sa isip ko. Part III sa pagpapatuloy... Nagpalipas ako ng isang linggo bago ako muling dumalaw kina Joan. Gabi na noon at kunwari'y naghahatid lang ako ng pagkain. Birthday kasi ng Nanay ko at medyo marami ang natira kaya't naisipan ko na ring dalhan ng konting handa sina Joan. Si Angelu ang nagbukas ng pinto at doon ko siya unang natitigan ng husto. Mas maputi si Angelu kaysa kay Joan, medyo mas mataas at kakaiba ang kagandahan. Inosenteng-inosente ang pagmumukha ni Angelu. Sixteen years old pa lang at magfi-first year college. "Nasa kuwarto si Ate, pinapatulog ang baby" sabi niya. Pinaupo niya ako sa sala at dinala ang pagkain kong dala sa kusina. Titig na titig ako sa matambok niyang puwet na bakat sa kanyang paldang suot. Hindi ko namalayan na lumabas na pala si Joan mula sa kuwarto. nagulat ako ng tinapik niya ako sa balikat. "Kanina ka pa ba?" tanong niya sa akin. Sinabi ko ng kadarating-dating ko lang. Sumilip siya sa kusina at sinigurong di nakatingin si Angelu. Nang makasiguro ay bigla siyang humalik sa aking labi at dinakma ang titi ko na medyo tigas na. "Namiss kita" bulong niya. Hindi ko alam kung ako ba talaga ang namiss niya o ang titi ko dahil dumiin ang pisil niya dito ng sinabi niyang namiss niya ako. Hindi na ako nagkaroon ng tiyempong gumanti dahil kumalas siya agad, natatakot na baka mahuli kami. Naupo siya at nagkuwentuhan kami. Si Angelu naman ay nagbalik na at naupo sa tabi ng Ate niya. Kinamusta ko si Michael. Lagi raw tumatawag at nagbabalak na ipaayos ang basement ng bahay. Dahil may alam ako sa pagkakarpintero ay nagboluntaryo akong tumulong kung sakaling matuloy man ang pagpapaayos ng basement. Ang ... .pangunahing rason ay hindi para makatulong kundi para lagi akong makapunta kina Joan. Hindi rin ako nagtagal at nagpaalam na rin ako. Makalipas ang dalawang linggo ay tinawagan ako ni Joan. Ipapaayos na raw ang basement at gusto rin ni Michael na ako ang gumawa. Kinabukasan ng hapon ay nagpunta na ako kina Michael upang tignan ang basement. Si Joan ang sumalubong sa akin. Pagpasok ko ay agad na ni-lock ni Joan ang pinto sabay yakap at halik sa akin. Nagtaka ako at medyo kinabahan dahil baka makita kami ni Angelu. "Wala si Angelu nasa school para mag-enroll" sabi niya, ng makita ang aking expression. Hindi na ako nagpatumpik-tumpik pa at sinil ko na rin siya ng halik. "Doon tayo sa kuwarto" sabi niya sa akin. Kinarga ko siya habang tuloy ang halikan namin papasok sa kuwarto. Ibinaba ko siya sa kama. Hindi nagtagal ay pareho na kaming walang suot. Umibabaw ako sa kanya at hinalikan siya sa labi habang panay ang lamas ko sa suso niya. "Oohhh...." mahinang ungol ni Joan. Gumapang ang aking halik pababa. Isinubo ko ang isang utong niya at nilaro-laro iyon ng aking dila. Muling napaungol si Joan. Napahawak sa ulo ko. May konti pa ring gatas na nalabas sa suso ni Joan. "Ahhh....sige paahhh...." patuloy na ungol ni Joan. Muling dumausdos ang halik ko paibaba. Ibinuka ko ang kanyang mga hita. Muli kong napagmasdan ang basang puki ni Joan. Di na ako nakapagpigil. Inilabas ko ang dila ko at dinilaan ang hiwa ng kanyang puki mula ibaba pataas. "Oohhhh..... ang sarappppp..." ungol ni Joan. Tuloy ako sa pagdila ng kanyang hiwa, taas-baba ang aking dila. Sarap na sarap si Joan. Nasasabunutan ako sa sarap. Minsan naman ay naiipit ang ulo ko ng kanyang mga hita. Ginamit ko ang isang kamay ko at inilabas ang tinggil ni Joan. Kinalabit kalabit ko ng dila ko ang tinggil niya. "Ooohhhh....sshhhittttttt... ang sarap ng ginagawa moooo...." sabi ni Joan. Ginamit ko ang isang kamay ko at sinumulan ko siyang fingerin habang tuloy sa pagdilang kanyang tinggil. "Oohhhhh...... Ahhhhhh...." Pabiling-biling ang ulo ni Joan sa sarap na nararamdaman. "Tama na yannn....pasukin mo na ako pleaseeee...." sabi ni Joan habang hinihila ako paakyat. Pumatong ulit ako at humalik sa kanya. Itinutok ko ang tigas na tigas kong titi sa naglalawang puki niya. Unti-unting bumaon ang titi ko. Kahit basang-basa ya masikip pa rin ang puki ni Joan. "Oohhhh...Ang sarrrrapppp....." ungol niya. Bumilis ang aking pagulos na lalong nakapagpasarap sa kanya. "Ahhhh.... sige paaaaa..." tumitirik ang mata ni Joan sa sarap. "Lalabasan na akooo..." paungol niyang sabi. Lalo kong binilisan at nilaliman ang pagulos. "Ayann naaaaaa..." pasigaw niyang ungol sabay yakap ng mahigpit sa akin. Humigpit ang pagpulupot ng kanyang mga binti sa katawan ko. Ramdam ko ang pagagos ng kanyang katas. Pumipintig-pintig ang kanyang puki. Pinahiga niya ako at unti-unting naupo sa titi ko habang nakatitig sa akin. Bakas na bakas sa kanyang mukha ang libog. Napapikit siya ng nag-umpisa siyang magbaba-taas. "Ahhhh..... ang sarap ng titi mooo...." sabi niya. "Ramdam na ramdam ko ang laki ng titi moooohhh....." ungol niya habang hinihimas ang kanyang puson. Kinakapa siguro kung saang lugar umaabot ang titi ko. "Ohhhh.... ahhhhhh....." muling napuno ng ungol ang kuwarto. "Lalabasan ulit akooohhhhh....." sabi ni Joan habang tuloy ang pagkabayo sa akin. "Ayan na akooohhhh...." ungol niya. Muling bumalot ang katas ni Joan sa titi ko. Hindi ko na siya binigyan ng tsansang makapagpahinga. Pinatuwad ko siya at muling ipinasok ang titi ko. "Oohhh....." napasubsob siya ng binilisan ko ng pagulos. Yapos-yapos niya ng mahigpit ang unan sa sarap na nararamdaman. "Uumpphhhh.....ang sarappp talagaaaa...." muling napuno ng ungol ang kuwarto. "Ayan na naman akoohhh....." sabi niya. Malapit na rin ako kayat lalo kong binilisan ang pagulos. "Sabay tayooohhh..." sabi ko. "Ayan nahhh..." halos magkapanabay na sabi namin. Nagsalubong ang aming mga katas, tumutulo sa dami. Pareho kaming napahiga pagkatapos. Muli niya akong hinalikan at nag-thank you sa pagpapaligaya ko sa kanya. Nagbihis rin kami kaagad at baka dumating ng maaga si Angelu. Sinabi niya sa aking kailangan niyang dalhin ang inaanak ko sa pedia dahil check-up nito. Iiwanan niya ako sa bahay upang maumpisahan ko na ang basement. Umalis siya matapos na makapagpahinga ng konti. Ako naman ay nagpunta na sa basement at inumpisahang magtrabaho. Makalipas ang isang oras ay nadinig kong bumukas ang pinto. Akala ko ay nakabalik na agad si Joan kaya't nagpatuloy lang ako sa pagtatrabaho. Alam kong bababain niya ako upang kumustahin. Nakalipas ang ilang minuto ay hindi pa rin siya bumababa sa basement kaya nagpasya akong pumanhik. Nang malapit na ako sa pinto ay natigilan ako, may naguusap. Boses ng isang lalaki at isang babae ang narinig ko. Dahan dahan akong sumilip para makasigurong hindi mga magnanakaw ang nasa loob ng bahay. Kinabahan ako ng nakita ko ang lalaki. Hindi ko kilala ang lalaking nakatayo sa may sala. Biglang lumabas sa paningin ko si Angelu lumapit sa lalaki. Naghalikan sila habang nagyayakapan. Boyfriend siguro ni Angelu. Nagpasya akong hindi magpakita sa kanila inilabas ko ang cellphone ko at kinunan ang dalawa. Tuloy ang halikan ng dalawa ang isang kamay ng lalaki ay humihimas sa puwet at ang isang kamay naman ay nasa suso ni Angelu. Naginit ako sa aking nakikita lalo na ng pinaupo si Angelu ng lalaki sa sofa at itinaas ang paldang suot. Lumitaw ang puting panty ni Angelu. May wetspot na sa sa panty niya. Ibinuka ng lalaki ang hita ni Angelu at hinubad ang panty. "Isang kiss lang ha" sabi niya. Hindi na ko nakatiis ng makita ko ang puki ni Angelu, inilabas ko ang aking titi at nagsimulang maglaro sa sarili. Manipis ang bulbol ni Angelu balahibong pusa pa. Dinilaan ng lalaki ang puki ni Angelu. "Oohhhh..." mahinang ungol niya. Nang akmang ipapasok ng lalaki ang daliri niya ay pinigilan siya ni Angelu. "Ang usapan natin" sabi niya. Parang natauhan ang lalaki at tumigil sa ginagawa. "Sige subo mo na lang ulit ako at baka di ako makapagpigil" sabi niya. Tumayo ang lalaki sa harap ni Angelu. Binuksan niya ang zipper at inilabas ang titi ng lalaki. Dinilaan ni Angelu ang ulo at unti-unting sinubo ang titi ng lalaki. Medyo may kaliitan ang titi ng lalaki, naisusubo ng buo ni Angelu. "Bilisan mong magpalabas at baka dumating na si Ate" sabi niya. Nagtaas-baba ang ulo ni Angelu sa titi ng lalaki. Panay naman ang taas baba ng kamay ko sa titi ko habang ang isang kamay ay tuloy sa pagkuha. Sinasabayan ko ang paggalaw ni Angelu at iniimagine na titi ko ang subo niya. "Lalabasan na akoohh.." sabi ng lalaki sabay pigil sa ulo ni Angelu. Nilabasan na rin ako at nagtalsikan ang katas ko sa may hagdanan. Biglang may kumatok. Agad na nagtaas ng pantalon ang lalaki. Si Angelu naman ay nilunok ang lahat ng katas ng lalaki. Hindi na niya nakuha pang mag-panty itinago na lang sa bag niya na nasa upuan. Binuksan niya ang pinto. Si Joan dumating na at di mabuksan ang pinto dahil karga ang baby. "Ate, boyfriend ko si Bobby" sabay turo sa lalaking nakaupo sa sala. "Hello!" ang nakangiting bati ni Joan. "Sinamahan lang niya ako habang wala ka pa Ate" sabi ni Angelu. "Oo nga po" sabi ng lalaki. "Aalis na rin po ako ngayong nandito na kayo" dagdag pa nito. Hindi na rin siya pinigilan ni Joan. Hinatid ni Angelu sa may gate ang lalaki. "Pinagmiryenda mo ba yung bisita mo?" tanong ni Joan sa kapatid. "Oo Ate, pinagmiryenda ko siya". Napangisi ako sa narinig ko. Kakaibang miryenda ang pinakain ni Angelu sa boyfriend. "Si Kuya Joaquin mo ba pinagmiryenda mo rin?" tanong ulit niya. "Kuya Joaquin? Andito ba si Kuya Joaquin?" medyo kinakabahang tanong ni Angelu. "Oo inuumpisahan ng gawin ang basement" sabi ni Joan. "Sorry Ate hindi ko alam na naandito si Kuya Joaquin" ang palinga-lingang sabi ni Angelu. "Mabuti pa ay puntahan mo sa basement at paakyatin mo muna para magmiryenda" sabi ni Joan. Nagmadali akong bumalik sa basement at kunwari ay tuloy-tuloy ang paggawa. "Kuya Joaquin, magmiryenda ka raw muna" bungad ni Angelu. "Oy, andito ka na pala" sabi ko. Napahinga ng malalim si Angelu sa nadinig. Bakas ang tuwa, akala niya ay hindi ko alam ang nangyari dahil di ko alam na naandito na siya. "Sige susunod na ako" sabi ko. sa pagpapatuloy... Itinigil ko ang aking ginagawa at sumunod sa itaas. Nakahain na sa mesa ang miryenda. Nakaupo sa may sala ang magkapatid,nilalaro ni Angelu ang bata at kumakain naman si Joan. Kumuha ako ng pagkain at nagpunta sa sala upang doon na rin kumain.Kinamusta ko si Joan kung kumusta ang pagpunta nila sa pedia. Kailangan raw nilang bumalik bukas upang bakunahan ang inaanak ko. Naubusan daw kasi kanina. Tinanong ako ni Joan kung hanggang saan na ang nagagawa ko sa basement. Sabi ko ay medyo nahihirapan ako dahil madilim. Pundido kasi ang isa sa mga bumbilya at wala akong makitang hagdan. Tinanong ko siya kung meron silang hagdan para mapalitan ko ang pundidong bumbilya. Wala raw at ang ginawa lang nila dati ay ipinatong ang isang silya sa lamesa. Alam kong hindi ako puwede sa ganoon dahil hindi ako kakayanin. Nag-volunteer si Joan na tutulungan ako pagkatapos naming kumain. Siya ang magpapalit ng bumbilya habang inaalalayan ko ang silya sa ibabaw ng mesa. Patapos na kaming kumain ng umiyak ang inaanak ko. "Naku nagugutom na rin ang baby ko" sabi ni Joan. Kinuha niya ang baby sinabing padededehin niya muna. "Angelu, ikaw na muna ang tumulong sa Kuya Joaquin mo sa pagpapalit ng bumbilya" sabi niya habang papunta sa kuwarto karga ang baby. Hindi na nakatutol si Angelu. Nagpunta kami sa basement pagkatapos kong kumain. Inilagay ko ang lamesa sa tapat ng pundidong ilaw at ipinatong ang isang silya sa ibabaw. Medyo atubili si Angelu na pumanhik sa ibabaw ng mesa. Siguro ay dahil sa nakapalda siya pero naalala ko na wala nga pala siyang panty! "Akyat na, wag ka magalala di ako titingin" sabi ko sa kanya. Pumanhik na nga siya sa lamesa at ako naman ay hawak ang silya habang nakatungo. Tumuntong na siya sa silya at nagumpisa ng palitan ang bumbilya. Habang inaalis niya ang bumbilya ay naground yata siya. "Ayyy.." sigaw niya. Napatingin ako sa kanya. "Nakuryente ako Kuya" sabi ni Angelu. Di ko na rin maiwasang mapatingin sa ilalaim ng kanyang palda. Napakaputi ng kanyang binti at hita dahil sa medyo madilim ay hanggang hita lang ang aninag ko. "Ground lang yan" sabi ko sa kanya. Iniabot ko ang bagong bumbilya para ilagay niya. Unti-unti niyang inikot ang bumbilya, ako naman ay hindi na inalis ang tingin sa may hita niya. Biglang nagliwanag at nasilaw si Angelu. Napapikit siya sabay hawak ng mga kamay sa mata. "Nakakasilaw" sabi ni Angelu habang bumababa sa silya. Inalalayan ko siya dahil para siyang hilo sa pagkakasilaw. Habang bumababa ay nasilayan ko ang kanyang puki. Hindi na ako nakapagpigil at ng makatuntong siya sa lamesa ay gumapang ang kamay ko sa binti niya paitaas. "Ayyy...Kuya ano ka ba!" sabi sa kin ni Angelu habang tinatabig ang kamay ko. Hindi siya makagalaw ng ayos dahil nasa ibabaw pa siya ng lamesa. Inalis ko ang kamay ko sa pagkakahawak at tinitigan si Angelu. "Nakita ko kayo ng boyfriend mo at lahat ng ginawa ninyo" wika ko. Napanganga si Angelu sa sinabi ko. Nagumpisang nagilid ang luha sa kanyang mga mata. "Kuya please, huwag na huwag mong sasabihin kay Ate" sabi niya sa akin. Sinabi niya na minsan lang daw nila ginagawa iyon at hanggang doon lang sila. Virgin pa siya at pinagbigyan lang niya ang boyfriend dahil sa birthday nito. Mula sa pagkakatayo ay pinaupo ko siya sa lamesa at kinausap. "Huwag kang magalala, hindi ko sasabihin sa Ate mo", medyo natuwa siya. "Sa isang kundisyon" dagdag ko. Sinabi ko sa kanya na bukod sa nakita ko sila ay nakunan ko pa sila ng video sa cellphone. Tinanong niya kung ano ang kundisyon. Gagawin daw niya kahit ano para lang di malaman ng Ate niya na siguradong palalayasin siya at titigil sa pagpapaaral sa kanya. "Gusto kong matikman ang natikman ng boyfriend mo". Nanlaki ang mata ni Angelu sa sinabi ko. Sinabi kong siya mismo ang pagbuburahin ko ng video pag sinunod niya ako. Nawalan na siya ng pag-asa at alam niyang iyon na lang ang kanyang pagasang makalusot. Dahan-dahan ko nang ibinaba ang zipper ng aking pantalon at binuksan ang butones. Bumagsak ang aking pantalon at brief na lang ang natira. "Ikaw na ang magtuloy" sabi ko sa kanya. Medyo alanganin siyang unti-unting hinubad ang aking brief. Napanganga siya at medyo natulala ng tumambad ang titi ko sa kanya. Hindi pa ito masyadong tigas pero doble na ng laki kumpara sa boyfriend niya. Hinawakan ko siya sa may ulo at inilapit sa titi ko. Hinawakan niya ito at unti-unti ng isinubo ang ulo. "Ahhh...ang init ng bibig mo" paungol na sabi ko. Hindi na rin siya nagalangan at unti-unti ng lumalim ang kanyang pagsubo. Parang sarap na sarap siya at parang may mahinang ungol akong nadidinig mula sa kanya. Tumigas ng maigi ang titi ko habang panay ang pagtaas-baba ng ulo ni Angelu sa titi ko. May mga sandaling itinitigil niya ang ginagawa upang tingnang maigi ang titi ko. Hindi siya makapaniwalang lumaki pa ng ganito ang titi ko. Medyo lagpas lang ng kalahati ang kaya niyang isubo at nabibilaukan na siya. Hindi nagtagal ay naramdaman ko nang malapit na akong labasan. Napangisi ako habang tinititigan ang kanyang ulong taas-baba sa titi ko. Enjoy na enjoy siya sa pagsubo. "Ayan na ako..." sabi ko sa kanya. Lalo niyang binilisan ang pagsubo na lalaong nagpasarap sa nararamdaman ko. Tumalsik ang katas ko sa loob ng bibig ni Angelu. Tuloy lang siya sa pagsipsip. Nang masiguro niyang said na ang katas ko ay nilunok niya lahat ng naipong katas sa bibig niya. "Ang laki ng titi mo Kuya" sabi niya sa akin pagkatapos. Iniangat ko ang kanyang ulo at hinalikan siya sa labi, napapikit siya. Pagdilat ay kita ko sa kanyang mga mata ang libog. Isinuot ko na ang aking brief at pantalon. Habang naupo siyang muli sa lamesa. "Akina ang cellphone mo Kuya" sabi niya. Tumingin ako sa kanya sabay sabing "Meron pang natikmang iba ang boyfriend mo". Lumapit ako sa kanya at hinalikan siyang muli sa labi. Dala marahil ng libog ay lumaban na rin siya ng halikan . Nagespadahan ang aming mga dila. Gumapang naman ang aking mga kamay sa kanyang ilalalim ng kanyang blouse. Tinanggal ko ang hook ng bra niya at ipinatong ang mga kay ko sa kanyang mga suso. Tulis na tulis ang mga ito at lalong nakadagdag ng tulis ang matitigas niyang mga utong. Napaungol siya sa ginawa ko. "Oohhh... Kuya, ang sarappp...." paungol na sabi niya. Kumalas ako sa pagkakahalik at ibinuka ang kanyang mga hita. Hindi gumagalaw si Angelu, hinihintay ang susunod kong gagawin. Tamang-tama ang pagkakaupo niya sa lamesa. Naupo ako sa silya at itinaas ko ang kanyang palda. Tumambad sa akin ang puki ni Angelu. Pikit na pikit ito pero basang-basa. Hindi na ako nagdalawang isip pa at hinalikan ko ang kanyang puki. Inilabas ko ang aking dila at dinilaan ang kanyang hiwa. Napapapikit siya at napahawak sa ulo ko. "Kuya tama naaa..." sabi niya. Inilabas ko ang tinggil niya t dinilaan iyon. "Tama na Kuya, ayoko naaahhh.." paungol na pagtutol ni Angelu. Sinupsop ko ang tinggil niya. "Ohhh....ang sarapppp..." ungol niya. Nawala na ang pagtutol isinasalubong na niya ang kanyang puki sa pagsupsop at pagdila ko. Nanlaking muli ang mata ni Angelu. "Lalabasan na ako Kuya, ayan naahhh..." sabi niya. Nasasabunutan niya ako sa sarap na nararamdaman. Hindi ako tumigil at tuloy-tuloy pa rin ang pagkain ko sa puki niya. Unti-unti kong ipinasok ang isa kong daliri. Kahit basang-basa ay napakasikip ng puki niya. "Oucchh" sabi niya ng napalalim ang pasok ng daliri ko. Virgin na virgin pa nga siya. Itinuloy ko na lang ang pagdila at pagsupsop sa hiwa at tinggil niya. "Oohh...Aahhh... ang sarap ng ginagawa mo Kuya" ungol niya. Nakuntento na lang ako na kalahati lang ng daliri ko ang nakapasok sa puki niya. Nilabasan pa siya ng tatlong beses bago ako tumigil sa pagkain sa kanya. Sa tuwing lalabasan siya ay parang iniipit ang aking daliri. Napakasikip pa ng puki niya. Tinanong ko siya kung ano ang alam niya sa sex. Malimit daw siyang mag masturbate pero hanggang sa paghimas lamang sa kanyang hiwa at tinggil ang ginagawa niya. Hindi niya ipinapasok an daliri niya at ang daliri ko ang unang nakapasok sa puki niya. Magpapasubo sana akong muli ng tawagin siya ng Ate niya. Nagmamadali siyang nagayos at pumanhik sa itaas. Nagtuloy naman ako sa aking pagtatrabaho. Makalipas ang ilang oras ay tumigil na ako at pumanhik sa itaas. Nagpaalam na ako kay Joan at sinabing babalik na lang ulit kinabukasan upang tapusin ang aking ginagawa. "Ako na maghahatid sa gate kay Kuya" singit ni Angelu. Nagtataka man ay hinayaan na ni Joan ang kapatid na ihatid ako sa gate upang saraduhan ito paglabas ko. Nang malapit na sa gate at masiguro ni Angelu na di siya madidinig ng Ate niya ay tinanong niya ulit ako tungkol sa cellphone. Sinabi kong nakita ko lang sila at di totoong nakunan ko sila. Nahampas niya ako sa braso. "Loko ka Kuya" sabi niya na parang galit. "Walang makakaalam ng lahat ha Kuya" parang nagmamakaawa niyang sabi sa akin. "Wala ni sinuman" sabi ko. "Thank you" na lang ang nabanggit ko paglabas ng gate. "Thank you din" nakangising sagot ni Angelu. Part V sa pagpapatuloy... Kinabukasan ng tanghali ay nagbalik ako kina Angelu. Nadatnan ko si Joan sa garden na nagdidilig ng halaman. Nakashort ulit na maiksi at tanktop na pangitaas, Pagkakita sa akin ay agad niyang itinigil ang ginagawa at pinapasok ako sa gate. Pumasok kami ng bahay at pinaupo niya ako sa sala. "Kumain ka na ba?" tanong niya sa akin. "Oo kumain na ako" sagot ko. "Pero gusto ko sanang mag-dessert" dagdag ko. Tumingin sa akin si Joan at ngumisi ako sa kanya. Alam na niya ang ibig kong sabihin. Lumapit siya at kumalong sa akin. Hinalikan ako sa labi at nagespadahan ang aming mga dila. "May special dessert ako para sa iyo pero kailangan ko munang kumain" sabi niya. "Ok" sabi ko sa kanya sabay halik muli sa kanyang labi. Tumayo siya at akala ko ay pupunta sa kusina para kumuha ng pagkain pero lumuhod lang siya sa harapan ko. Hinimas ang aking nakabukol na titi. Napakabilis ng pangyayari, ilang sandali lang ay nakababa na ang aking pantalon at brief. Hinawakan niya ang titi ko sabay sabing "ito ang gusto kong kainin". Pagkasabing-pagkasabi niya ay agad niyang isinubo ang aking titi. "Ahhh.." ang init ng bibig ni Joan. May kasamang pagdila ang bawat pagsubo niya. Para siyang hayok na hayok na iblowjob ang titi ko. Mula ulo hanggang sa bayag ko ay di niya pinalampas. "Namiss ko ito" sabi niya sa akin habang tuloy sa kanyang ginagawa. Napakasarap ng pagblowjob niya sa akin. Nakahawak ako sa ulo niya habang tinititigan ang aking titi na naglalabas-pasok sa kanyang mapupulang labi. May mga pagkakataong tumititig siya sa akin habang pinaglalaruan ng kanyang dila ang ulo ng aking titi. Medyo naramdaman kong malapit na akong labasan kaya pinigilan ko siya. "Ako naman ang may kakainin" sabi ko sa kanya. Iniangat ko siya at pinaupo sa sofa. Ako naman ang lumuhod sa harapan niya. Hinubad ko ang kanyang blouse at tinanggal ang kanyang bra. Muling lumantad sa akin ang malulusog niyang suso. Di na ako nagpatumpik-tumpik pa at isinubo ko na agad ang isang utong habang nilalamas ang isa pa niyang suso. "Oohhh.." napaungol si Joan. Napapahawak siya sa sofa sa sarap na ... ..nararamdaman. Habang sinusupsop ko ang suso niya ay hinuhubad ko na rin ang kanyang short. Nakasuot siya ng puting panty na basa na ng kanyang katas. Dahil dito ay bakat na bakaty ang kanyang hiwa. Hinubad ko iyon at inamoy. Napakabango ng aroma ng kanyang puki. Nagsimulang gumapang ang aking halik pababa. Pagdaing sa kanyang hiwa ay pinaikutan ko ng aking dila ang kanyang tinggil. Ipinasok ko ang aking dalawang daliri at inilabas pasok iyon. Habang pinifinger ko siya ay panay ang dila at supsop ko sa tinggil niya. "Ohhh...Ang sarhappp..." ungol ni Joan. Nasasabunutan na niya ako sa sarap. "Ang galing mo talagahhh..." paungol na sabi Joan habang isinasalubong ang kanyang puki sa bawat pasok ng daliri ko. Palakas ng palakas ang ungol ni Joan hanggang sa malapit na siyang labasan. "Ayan nahh..lalabasan na akoohhh.." ungol niya. Nilabasan si Joan at dumaloy ang kanyang katas na sinimot naman ng aking dila. Nangingig-nginig pa siya habang nilalabasan at tumitirik ang mga mata. Naupo ako sa tabi niya at pinatayo siya. Sinabi kong upuan niya ako. Hindi naman siya nagaksaya ng sandali at itinutok na agad ang aking tigas na tigas na titi sa kanyang puki. Dahan-dahan siyang naupo. "Oohhhh.." ungol muli ni Joan. Ilang taas baba lang ay sagad na agad ang titi ko dahil sa sobrang dulas ng kanyang puki. Nanatili siyang nakaupo habang baon na baon ang titi ko at hinaplos haplos ang kanyang puson. "Ang laki talaga ng titi mo, ramdam na ramdam koohhh...." sabi niya sabay halik sa aking labi. Gumalaw-galaw siya pero hindi taas-baba kundi parang ikinukuskos niya ang kanyang puki sa aking puson. "Oohhh...Ahhhh..." nagespadahang muli ang aming mga dila. "Ayan na naman akohhh..lalabasan na naman akooohhhh..." paungol na sabi ni Joan ng magwalay ang aming mga labi. Muli na namang tumirik ang kanyang mga mata at yumapos siya ng mahigpit sa akin habang nilalabasan. Ramdam na ramdamko ang pagsakal ng kanyang puki sa aking titi. Nabalot ng kanyang katas ang aking titi habang ramdam ko ang pagpintig-pintig ng kanyang puki. Hindi ko na siya binigyan ng pagasang makabawi pa. Hinawakan ko siya sa magkapilang pisngi ng puwet at itinaas baba. "Oohhh ang sarap mo, ang sikip ng puki mo" ungol ko. Tumatalbog-talbog ang kanyang suso habang itinataas baba ko at nahanap naman agad ng aking bibig ang isa niyang utong. Yumapos ako sa kanya habang salit-salit na sinusupsop ang kanyang mga suso at siya naman ay kusa ng nagtaas baba. Para siyang hinete na nangangabayo. Naramdaman kong malapit na akong labasan kaya sinabihan ko siya. "Malapit na rin akohhh.." ungol ni Joan habang pabilis ng pabilis ang kanyang pagtaas baba. "Ayan na akohhh... " sabi ko kanya. Nakabaong maigi ang titi ko at nagsinulang labasan. "Ahhh..Ohhh... ayan na rin akohhhhh.." ungol ni Joan. Sabay kaming nilalabasan at naghalikan kaming muli. Tumayo siya at nahugot sa pagkakabaon ang aking titi. Naglalawa ang sa pinaghalo naming katas. Kinuha niya ang kanyang panty at pinunasan ang aking titi matapos ay ipinangsalo sa katas na lumalabas sa kanyang puki. Hinalikan niya akong muli at sinabing maghuhugas na siya. Nagtungo siya sa CR at ako naman ay naiwang nakaupo at ninanamnam pa rin ang sarap ng aming pagtatalik. Part VI sa pagpapatuloy... Habang nakaupo at nagpapahinga ay biglang bumukas ang pinto. Si Angelu! Nagulat ako sa bigla niyang pagdating. Ang pagkakaalam ko ay maghapon ang kanyang klase. Nakita niya ako at nginitian ako. Pilit na napangiti rin ako, itinatago ang aking pagkabigla. "Hello Kuya! Kanina ka pa?" tanong niya. "Kadarating ko lang" sagot ko habang pinagmamasdan siya. Naka-school uniform siya at talaga namang mukhang inosenteng-inosente ang dating. Habang naghuhubad ng sapatos ay itinaas pa niya ang kanyang binti sapat para umangat ng konti ang kanyang palda at muli kong mamasdan ang makinis niyang hita. Napatingin rin siya sa akin at nakita akong nakatitig sa kanya. "Hihihi..." napahagikhik siya bigla. Nagtaka ako kung bakit. Tiningnan ko kung saan siya nakatingin. Ang zipper ko! Naiwan ko palang nakabukas ang zipper ng aking pantalon. Dahil nga sa tinitingnan ko siya kanina ay nakabukol ang aking titi. Nakalabas ang bukol ng aking brief sa nakabukas na zipper. Agad kong isinara ang aking zipper. Dumaan sa likuran ko si Angelu papunta sa kanyang kuwarto. Pagtapat sa likod ko ay binulungan niya ako. "Si Kuya nahiya pa, eh nakita ko na naman yan, natikman ko pa. Hihihi..." sabi niya sabay talikod papunta sa kanyang kuwarto. Hindi ko alam ang nararamdaman ko ng sandaling iyon. Nalilibugan ako pero may kasamang hiya. Tiyempo namang lumabas na rin si Joan sa banyo. Pinalapit ko siya sa akin sabay bulong sa kanya. "Si Angelu andito na" sabi ko sa kanya. "Ayy half-day nga pala siya ngayon" sagot ni Joan. "Muntik na pala tayo mahuli" dagdag pa niya. Pantasya.com - Pinoy sex stories collection. Sinabi niya sa aking si Angelu nga pala ang tutulong sa aking maglagay ng wallpaper sa basement dahil ibabalik niya sa pediatrician sa hapon ang aking inaanak. Natuwa ako sa aking narinig. Masosolo ko ulit si Angelu. Tumayo na ako para magtungo papunta sa basement para magumpisang magtrabaho. "Sandali" pigil ni Joan sa akin. Humalik siya sabay dakot sa aking titi. "Aaalis mamayang gabi si Angelu pupunta sa debut ng kaibigan niya. Round two tayo" nakangising sabi niya. "Kahit round three pa" sagot ko. Nagumpisang na akong magtrabaho sa basement. Makalipas ang ilang minuto ay narinig ko si Joan sumigaw sa may pinto ng basement. "Aalis na kami. Kayo na muna ni Angelu ang bahala dito" sigaw niya. Hindi nagtagal ay bumaba na si Angelu sa basement. "Hi Kuya, paano ako makakatulong?" tanong niya. "Depende kung ano ang maibibigay mo" nakangiting sagot ko. Hinampas niya ako sa likod. "Kuya ha, may usapan tayo. One time lang yun" sabi niya. "OK, nagbibiro lang naman ako" sagot ko. Nagumpisa kaming maglagay ng wallpaper at makalipas ang isang oras ay tapos na agad kami. Sumunod naming inilagay ay ang trim sa itaas. Pumanhik ako sa stepstool para magumpisa. Si Angelu naman ay ang tagapagabot ng glue. Sa tuwing tutungo si Angelu ay nasisilip ko ang kanyang dibdib. Obvious na wala siyang suot na bra at halos kita ko na lahat pwera na lang ang kanyang utong sa tuwing tutungo siya. Dahil sa nakikita ko ay hindi ko maiwasang tigasan. Unti-unting bumukol ang harap na aking pantalon. Alam kong napansin iyon ni Angelu. Tatlong baitang lang ang stepstool at halos katapat ng mukha ni Angelu ang harap ko. Napatigil pa siya at napatitig sa bukol ko. "Kuya, bakit mukhang nagagalit oh" sabay turo sa harap ko. "Andito ka kasi eh" sagot ko. "Baka naman gusto mo akong tulungan sa ibang paraan?" tanong ko.Pantasya.com - Pinoy sex stories collection. Tumitig siya sa akin at nagtitigan kami. Kita ko sa kanyang mga mata ang pagaalinlangan. Siguro ay gusto rin niyang maulit ang nangyari sa amin pero nahihiya lang. Naglakas loob ako. Binuksan ko ang aking zipper sabay abot sa kanyang kamay. Ipinasok ko iyon sa aking pantalon. "Huwag kang mahiya" sabi ko sa kanya. "Walang mangyayaring hindi mo gusto" dagdag ko pa. Gumalaw ang kanyang kamay at pinisil ang galit kong titi. Binuksan ko na ng tuluyan ang aking pantalon at ang aking brief. Inabot ko rin ang isa pa niyang kamay at ipinahawak rin ang aking titi. Dalawang kamay na niya ang nakahawak sa aking titi habang nakatitig siya dito. "Isubo mo" sabi ko sa kanya. Hindi naman siya nagatubili at nagumpisang isubo ang titi ko. Mas masarap ang ginagawa niya ngayon kaysa noong una. Para siyang eksperto sa kanyang ginagawa. Dahil sa sarap na nararamdamaman ay muntik na akong ma out of balance. Napahawak ako sa kanyang ulo. "Ayy!" Napasigaw siya ng maramdaman ang pagtuon ko sa kanya. Bumaba ako sa step stool. "Muntik na akong mahulog, ang sarap kasi ng ginagawa mo" sabi ko sa kanya. "Mukhang expert ka na ah" pabiro ko pang sabi sa kanya. Niyakag ko siya sa sulok kung saan ay may isang sofa. "Dun natin ituloy" sabi ko kanya. Hinubad ko ng tuluyan ang aking pantalon at brief sabay upo sa sofa. Lumuhod sa harap ko si Angelu at muling nilaro at isinubo ang aking titi. Nagtaas baba ang kanyang ulo sa aking harapan. Pag nangangawit ay iniluluwa niya ang titi ko at ang kamay naman niya ang pumapalit. Habang kamay niya ang nagtatrabaho ay nasabi niya sa aking panay ang nood niya ng bold movies. Kaya siguro gumaling sa pagblowjob ay natutuo sa pinanood. Muli ay isinubo niya ang titi ko. Lumipas ang ilang sandali ay muli siyang nangawit. Alam kong matagal akong lalabasan dahil katatapos lang namin magsex ng ate niya wala pang tatlong oras ang nakakalipas. Buti na lang at talagang wala siyang kaalam-alam na pati katas ng ate niya ay natitikman niya sa titi ko.Pantasya.com - Pinoy sex stories collection. "Ako naman ang magpapaligaya sa iyo" sabi ko kanya. Pinaupo ko siya sa sofa at itinaas ang suot niyang t-shirt. Akto pa sana niya akong pipigilan pero nagpaubaya na rin. Wala nga siyang suot na bra. Gumapang ang aking mga kamay at nilamas ang kanyang mga suso. Naupo ako sa tabi niya at nagumpisang dilaan at supsupin ang kanyang mga utong. Napatingala siya at napapikit sabay ungol. "Oohhh... ang sarap" ungol niya. Nagumpisa akong bumaba ng halik mula sa kangyang mga suso pababa. Tuloy ang paglamas ng isang kamay ko habang ang isa naman ay hinuhubad ang suot na short ni Angelu. Naiwan pa ang puting panty niyang suot. Napansin ko na may wet spot na sa kanyang panty. Madaling mabasa si Angelu. Hinubad ko na rin ang kanyang panty sabay amoy dito. Ang bango ng aroma. Ibinuka ko ang kanyang hita at agad na sumubsob sa kanyang basang puki. Dinilaan ko ang kanyang hiwa mula baba, paitaas. "Oohhhhh...." muli siyang napaungol na malakas sa aking ginawa. Napahawak na siya sa aking ulo. Inilabas ko ang kanyang tinggil sa pagkakatago at dinilaan iyon. Hindi pa ako nakuntento at sinipsip ko iyong maigi. "Aahhh... ang sarap niyan Kuyaahhh..." halos pasigaw niyang ungol. Unti-unti ko na ring ipinasok ang isa kong daliri. Napasabunot na siya sa aking ginagawa. Hindi nagtagal ay ipinasok ko ang isa ko pang daliri. Dalawang daliri ko na ang naglalabas pasok sa kanyang basang puki. Kahit basa ay ramdam ko ang sikip niyon. Umangat ako habang tuloy sa pagfinger sa kanya. Hinalikan ko siya sa labi at lumaban naman siya. Tinanong ko siya. "Masarap ba?" "Oo Kuya, napakasarappphhh..." sagot niyang paungol. "Gusto mo bang makaramdam ng mas masarap pa dito?" tanong ko ulit. "May mas masarap pa ba ditoohhhh..?" tanong niya. "Ito mas masarap" sagot ko habang inaabot ang kanyang kamay at muling inihawak sa titi ko. "Ipapasok ko ha?" tanong ko sa kanya. "Baka masakit Kuya" may halong kabang sagot niya. "Pag masakit, ititigil ko" sabi ko kanya sabay halik ulit. Binilisan ko ang pagfinger sa kanya. "Uummphhh.." umuungol siya habang nakikipaghalikan. "Pakiramdaman mo lang ang sarap, pag may sakit sabihin mo lang at titigilan ko" muli kong sabi sa kanya. Lumuhod ako sa harap niya at itinutok ang galit na galit kong titi sa hiwa niya. Hinugot ko ang aking mga daliri. Itinutok ko ang ulo ng aking titi sa kanyang butas habang nilalaro ng daliri ko ang kanyang tinggil. "Ikiniskis ko ang titi ko at nagumpisa iyong mabasa ng kanyang katas. Panay ang kiskis ko habang unti-unting ipinapasok ang ulo. "Aahhhh.. lalabasan na ako Kuyahhh..." ungol ni Angelu. Nakapasok na ang ulo ng titi ko pero parang may nakabara. Alam kong masasaktan siya kaya di ako gumalaw. "Ayan na akoohhh..." ungol ni Angelu. Yun ang hudyat ko at agad kong ibinaon ang titi ko. "Arayyyyyy!!!" sigaw ni Angelu. "Ang sakit Kuya hugutin moooo" nakangiwing sabi ni Angelu. Nagumpisang tumulo ang kanyang luha. Hindi ko hinugot ang titi ko, hinayaan ko lang itong nakabaon. "Shhh... mas masakit pag hinugot ko agad. Mawawala rin ang sakit" bulong ko sa kanya. Muli kong sinupsop ang kanyang mga suso habang nilalaro ang kanyang tinggil. Paminsan minsan ay hinahalikan ko siya sa labi. Lumipas ang ilang sandali ay napapaungol siya. "Masakit pa ba? tanong ko sa kanya. "Masakit pa rin Kuya, pero nawawala-wala na." sagot niya. Muli kong sinupsop ang kanyang mga suso at nilaro ang kanyang tinggil. Nagumpisa na rin akong gumalaw. Konting hugot tapos pasok. Kita ko ang bahid ng dugo sa aking titi sa tuwing humuhugot ako. Hindi nagtagal ay naramdaman ko na ring sumasalubong siya sa aking pagpasok. "Sumasarap na Kuya, may konting sakit pa pero masarap naahh." Nakapikit siya at ninanamnam ang bagong sarap na nararamdaman. Binuhat ko siya habang nakapasok pa rin ang titi ko at naupo ako. Siya ngayon ang may control sa lalim ng pagkakabaon ng titi ko. Muli kong sinupsop ang utong niya. Nagumpisa siyang magtaas-baba. "Ahhh... ang sarap na Kuyahhh..." ungol niya. Kumapit siya sa aking balikat. Hindi nagtagal ay nawala na ang sakit na nararamdaman niya. Nagumpisa na siyang bumaon ng todo. Bumilis na ng bumilis ang kanyang pagkabayo sa akin. "Mukhang lalabasan na ako Kuyahhh.." sabi niya sa aking nanlalaki ang mata habang taas baba sa titi ko. "Sige lang, gusto kong balutin mo ng katas mo ang titi ko" sagot ko. "Ohhh... Ahh..ahhhyan naahhhh..." ungol niya. Bumaon ang kanyang mga kuko sa aking balikat. Tumitirik ang kanyang mga mata. Mainit sa loob ng masikip niyang puki pero mas lalong mainit ang katas na lumabas sa kanya. Hinawakan ko siya sa kanyang puwit at initaas ba asiyang muli. Napayapos na lang siya sa akin habang ako ang naggagalaw sa kanya. "Oohh..Ahhh... ang sarapphhh..." ungol niya. Nagumpisa na rin siyang gumalaw. Malalim na ang pag-angat at baon na ginagawa niya. Ramdam na ramdam ko kung paanong ipitin ng masikip niyang puki ang titi ko. Alam kong hindi magtatagal ay lalabasan na rin ako. "Lalabasan na naman ako Kuyaahhh.." ungol niya. "Sige malapit na rin ako sabi ko".Pantasya.com - Pinoy sex stories collection. Tuloy siya sa pagkabayo ng biglang may nagbukas ng pinto. Napatigil kami sa ginagawa. Nakikiramdam. Narinig kong bumukas ang pinto ng basement sa itaas. "Andiyan pa ba kayo?" pasigaw na tanong ni Joan. Nakabalik na pala mula sa doktor. "O..Oo... malapit na kami matapos" sigaw kong pabalik sa kanya. "Sige maghahain na ako ng miryenda ninyong binili ko" sigaw niyang ulit. Para kaming nabunutan ng tinik ng marinig na muling sumara ang pinto. "Narinig mo ang sinabi ko sa ate mo di ba?" tanong ko kay Angelu. "Tapusin na natin ito" nakangisi kong sabi sa kanya. Muli ko siyang iginalaw at nangabayo siyang muli. Pigil na pigil ang aming mga ungol. Hindi nagtagal ay bumulong si Angelu sa akin. "Ayan na ako Kuyahh" paungol na bulong niya. Sa narinig ko ay hindi ko na pinigilan ang pagsirit ng katas ko. Nilabasan ako at naramdaman iyon ni Angelu nilabasan rin siya. "Oohhhh...ang sarapphhh..." ungol niya. "Sshhh...baka marinig tayo" bulong ko sa kanya. Iniangat ko siya at muli ay nakita ko ang titi kong balot ng pinaghalong katas namin at dugo. Hinalikan ko siya at sinabihan ng "I love you!". Hindi ko alam kung bakit ko nasabi iyon pero sinagot niya ako ng "I love you too!". Nagbihis kami agad at inayos ang aming sarili. Pagkatapos ay pumanhik na rin kami. Tinanong pa kami ni Joan kung bakit tila namumula kaming dalawa at pawis. Sinabi kong maiinit kasi sa basement at tuloy-tuloy ang trabaho. Kumain kami ng miryenda. Pagkatapos ay nagpaalam si Angelu na maliligo. Ako naman ay nagpaalam na uuwi na rin dahil tapos na ang trabaho. Muling ibinulong at ipinaalal ni Joan ang tagpuan namin kinagabihan. "Humanda ka" ang tanging naisagot ko. Nakangiti ako habang daan pauwi. Magkapatid ang nakantot ko sa loob ng isang araw. Hindi lang iyon, virgin pa ang isa. Text: mark guevara Images: mark guevara Editing: mark guevara Translation: mark guevara All rights reserved. Publication Date: December 20th 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-yo1348ad4ca6765

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Allon :P Your KINK Short Stories 1 I was in my apartment with a coworker of mine, Alicia. We were constantly teasing at work and from time to time I went out and make an erotic and she, always, had a response to it quite good. I always said that if she wanted some good action to come by my place and now she did actually came to my place. She was a beautiful girl: blue hair, voluptuous boobs and a big ass. We had some drinks and then played a little game of truth or dare. When I was up I chose dare and she dared me to jerk off in front of her until I cum. It went from 0 to 100 at an instant but like I said, I did told her if she wanted some good action she should come by my place. So I was naked, jerking in front of Alicia while she was on her knees naked, looking at me in a slutty way. "Come on, Dillon. Nice and easy. Jerk it slowly. I want to have a big load on my boobs." Alicia said with a soft voice. "On your big boobs?" "Haha. Yes, baby. On my big boobs. I can't wait for that sweet thick nectar of yours to be on my body. So come on! I want all of it." "Ah fuck! You sound so erotic, Alicia." "Mmmm. I bet that you want me to suck your cock, don't you? Naughty boy." "Ohhh...hell yeah." "Too bad that the dare wasn't like that. I'm sure that I could've felt so hot having that cock in my mouth. Ahhh...just thinking of it it makes me so wet." It didn't lasted long and I finally came on her chest. Big shots of cum spurted from my tip and made her chest white. Alicia was super happy to see her boobs covered with cum that she took some of it and tasted it. "Mmm. It's so good. Damn, Dillon. I didn't thought that your cum could be so good." She said biting her bottom lip. "Hey, do you think that you could hold the hardness of your cock a little more?" "I think so. Why?" I asked thinking that she will want it to suck it. "Awesome. Lay on a bed, please." I got on the bed and Alicia came on top of me. She definitely didn't wanted to suck my cock anymore, she wanted to ride it! "Holy shit. Are you really going to ride me?" I asked surprised. "Don't you want it?" "Yes. I want!" "Good. Now stay there and relax, Dillon." Alicia grabbed my dick and put it inside her. Then she began to move her hips slowly, stroking my junk with her pussy. "Tell me, how my pussy feels like, Dillon?" She asked moaning. "It's so good. My cock feels great being inside you." "Ah! That makes me so happy. It has a pretty nice size too. Oh, Dillon. Who could've thought that the two of us would have such a hot moment on this lovely night." "We sure have to do this more often." I said grabbing her ass and pushed my cock deeper inside her. "Ah, yeah! Sure....I would love to have sex with you more often." Alicia said then winked at me. This was an incredible moment. I never thought that I could have sex with this beautiful girl. She is so hot and her body is so amazing. I want to ram her pussy everyday if I could to. Her movements were delicate, she didn't wanted to make me cum fast but didn't wanted to make me feel nothing. It was the right amount of movement to make both of us feel an incredible pleasure. My hands reached her waist then I began to move my hips too. She stopped and let me do her while me and her started to make out. Her lips were so soft when I first kissed her. This was like a dream. "Gosh. I feel so hot when you move your dick like that inside me." Alicia said with a soft voice. "I'm definitely going to fuck you again." I said out of pleasure. "And I will definitely going to let you do that again." She said with a slutty smirk on her face. I laid back on the bed and let her ride me again. This time, Alicia was faster. She was moaning and it made me moan too. Seeing that I was moaning, it made her feel so wet that she increased her speed again. My body was so used by this gorgeous girl and I could feel nothing but happiness and peace. I looked at my cock and it was wet from the juices that was coming from Alicia's pussy. I stopped her for a little to finger her just to have a taste of that liquid and then I gave her too to taste it. Then I let her continue fucking me. "I wonder if we could do this at work too." She said smiling. "Damn, I would love that. But I think that is too risky to have sex there. Maybe a blowjob or something, you know? Something real quick." I said. "Mmhm. I would like to give you blowjobs at work everyday. It would made my day better every time." Holy shit! I'd never thought to do that every day but since she was one to say it who am I to not let her do that. My father thought me something: 'To make a women happy, you must do whatever she wants' "And what we do if someone from work suspects us?" I said a little worried. "I don't know. I wouldn't mind if our coworkers find out that we are having sex daily. But I think that is for better to hide that for some time." She said. "Yeah. You're right." It was strange. I felt so comfortable with her like I was together with her for a long time. We were having sex right now and both of us felt so relaxed with one another. I never felt like this with a girl before and I feel so happy that I was so lucky to feel like this with her. Both of us acted that this is just some ordinary day that we were having sex but no...this was our first time. And it was a little scary for me. But Alicia felt that and calmed me instantly with increasing her speed on me. "Oh my god. I feel that I'm cumming, Alicia." I said ready to pull my cock out from her. "Okay. Shot some loads on me then put it back inside me because I want to have that cum in me." "A-Are you serious?" "Yeah. Don't worry about it. I have my pills with me. So you can cum as much as you want, babe." Alicia said with a calm smile on her face. Seeing that she was so ready for it I wasn't going to do otherwise. So when I felt close I pulled my dick from her, shot some loads out then put it back inside her, shooting my cum in her pussy. Alicia was so glad when I did that. She started to moan like crazy when she felt my cum inside her. Then, little by little it got out, soaking our genitals completely. Alicia then put her fingers on her pussy and began to stroke her clit. "Aaaaah. That was amazing, Dillon. I felt so great!" Alicia said excited. "Me too. I never felt so good with someone." "I'm glad to hear that." She got up then went to bring some tissues. I took some and began to clean her pussy while she was cleaning my cock. After that, we went on the window to look at the stars. I was behind Alicia, hugging her. My dick was still hard and because I didn't want to feel uncomfortable I inserted back inside her pussy. "Dillon....you naughty boy." Alicia said giggling. "Sorry. I didn't want to feel uncomfortable." "It's alright. I don't mind it at all. I like it on the contrary." Alicia said then turned her head to me and kissed my lips. "So...what are we from now on? A couple? Fuck buddies, friends with benefits?" I asked her. "If I'm honest with you, you'll promise that you won't get mad?" "Sure, tell me." "I definitely want to be together with you but right now, we barely know each other. And I want to know you more, I really do. I don't want to think of you being a fuck buddy of mine because that would be a disgrace for my feelings. So, I think that we should start from friends with benefits. This way, we don't feel pressure, we know that we will only have sex with one another and not with someone else, because in the end we will be together after some time...." "Wow..." "Hey...you promised that you won't get mad!" Alicia said sad. "No, it's not like that. I....I never heard a girl be so honest with me about this situation. I completely agree with what you said and support that we should do that." "It was a little strange for me too. To let myself be completely normal around you, but I felt that was the right thing to that at that moment. I feel that right now too. I'm sure that I will be happy with you." Alicia said. "I agree with that too, girl. Look at us, we are talking about something very serious and I have my cock inside you. Ahh....and it feels so good." "You want to hit that pussy again?" Alicia said smirking. "Oh, hell yeah!" "Mmm...fine. Give me your all and then we will go to sleep, okay?" She said. "You got it. Stay here and bend over a little. I really want to do you from behind." I said excited. "Hmm...Getting fucked while watching the stars. This is definitely something that I didn't do. I think that I will like it, maybe more knowing that is you who is fucking me." And like this, me and Alicia started to be friends with benefits. We got so desperate of ourselves after some time that we both started to love each other. When that happened we became a couple. That was the best moment of my life. After one year since that, I never felt so lucky to be with a girl like her. She was definitely the best girl in the world and I was ready to fulfill every desire of hers. 2  It was so strange. I was in my room with my childhood friend, Amy. And she had her feet on my crotch. "Ughh. How is this going to help not feeling a headache, Nick?" Amy said angrily. "J-Just keep it going, Amy. It feels great." "You pervert. Making me do something like this to you..." She said blushing a little. I took advantage of her kindness to make myself feel better because in this last days I've been having erotic dreams about her and today I wanted to make one of it happen. So here I am, having my crotch being stroked by my childhood friend. We were both quite mature, I was eighteen and she was seventeen. And I bet that she wasn't so familiar with what sex is or the meaning of being sexually active. "Huh? It got hard! Why it got hard, Nicky?" Amy said shocked. "Because it feels good, that's why." I responded. "You really are a big pervert. I can't believe it. H-Hey! What are you doing?" "I'm taking it off. It feels uncomfortable now that it got hard." When I pulled my junk out Amy's face got completely red. She was looking at it so shocked, it made me think that this was her first time seeing a cock. Well, in real life I suppose. "Can you do me a favour, Amy? Please?" "W-What?" Amy said with a soft voice. "Can you lift up your skirt?" "Huh?! No!" "Come on. Please. Pretty please with a sweet cherry on top." "You....you are so weird.... Damn it." Amy responded then lifted her skirt up. "Ahhh! That's great. Uuuuh! Your knee socks feel so soft." I said aroused. "R-Really? You can feel them with your....thing?" She asked surprised. "Yes. And it feels so good." Amy continued to stroke my junk then increased her speed a little. She had a little smile on her face. "You....really do like when I'm going this to you.." "Oh yeah! It feels so great!" "H-Hey... Don't make a scene. Your mom will hear us... Be quiet." Amy said getting red again. "Right right. Keep it going, Amy." I said then grabbed her feet and used it to stroke my junk faster. "Oh my god! I will beat you so bad after this. You pervert, pervert, pervert!" "Then why you don't stop?" I asked. "Because.....because you said that this will make your headache disappear." She responded looking on the right shy. "Then shut up and help me get over it." ".....ok." She said with a soft voice. Amy continued to stroke it with her feet faster. I saw that she got pretty good at it, developing new skills. A few minutes go by and I felt the need to cum. I didn't say a word to Amy because I wanted to see her reaction. When I started to cum, Amy got shocked and stopped from stroking. She kept a poker face while my loads got on her knee socks. After that, she looked right into my eyes. "What's that?" "It's cum. This is a liquid that comes off from a boy when he feels super good." I responded. "And why you didn't tell me." "Because you would've to stop doing it." "Of course! Because you'll stain my socks. Now, look what you did!!! I'm going to beat you up!" She said angrily getting off from the bed. I start to run but she got me. Amy pined me on the ground and got on top of me. When she got ready to hit me I noticed that her pussy was on top of my cock, who was still hard. After she prepared to hit me I saw a little gap between her pussy and my junk so I immediately slid my fingers under her panties and moved then aside then I inserted my cock inside her. "Agh!!" Amy was shocked when she felt my dick inside her. I was looking at her pupils how they were getting big and her eyes began to get wet. It was her first time feeling this and I bet that she was in pain because of it. "It....it hurts. It hurts so bad. Why you did it?" She asks me starting to cry. "Because you're going to hit me!" I shouted. "But still....you didn't have to do this. Oh my god! My pussy is burning!" "Shhh. Keep quiet, dummy." I said then covered her mouth. Seeing her like this, it made me think that I could turn this bad situation into a great one. It was a risky move but I was ready for it. "Amy, do you know why I did this to you? Because...you see....when a boy loves a girl he tries to make everything to make her see that he loves her. And from time to time a boy has to stick his dick inside her to show her how much he cares for her and loves her." After that, I removed my hand from her mouth and she stopped crying. "R-Really?....you....you love me?" "Yes, you dummy. And I know it hurts you but you have to endure it. Because there is no other way to show you how much you mean to me." "I....I never thought.... That you'd-" I stopped her from talking with a kiss. Then I put my hands on her ass and began to move my hips, slowly fucking her virgin pussy. There was blood coming out from it but I did care. I was ready to clean it afterwards. "How about you get on that bed again and let me show you more of how much you mean to me, OK?" ".....o-okay. E-Even if it hurts...I....I will endure it." She responded. "Good girl. Very good girl. Now let's go." Amy got on the bed, took off her skirt and panties and spread her legs. Then I started to do her gently, holding tight onto her waist. "How does it feel, Amy?" "It hurts...but not so bad now. It kinda starting to feel good." "In time. If we get to do this more often it will make you feel good, every time." "Really?" "Yes, really." I never thought that this thing could work. I'm so freaking lucky. After this success, I started to think that I and Amy will soon become a couple. And I don't mind it. On the contrary, I will love it to have her as my girlfriend. "So....if we do this often I will start to feel good, right?" She asked starting to blush. "Yes. Totally." "F-Fine then. That m-means...I'm coming to you tomorrow as well...." "You can come whenever you want it. I will be happy to show you how much I love you." Amy smiled at me. It worked! I can't believe it fucking worked. I'm the best! I made her my girlfriend. Unbelievable. "Oh damn. Why is blood coming from me???!!!" Amy said scared. "Shhh. Stay calm. This is what happens when you have your first dick inside you. Don't worry about it. I will clean all of it." "S-Sorry for making a mess in your room." Amy said with a soft voice. Hahahaaaa!! This is so awesome!! "It's okay. Stay calm. Umm....hey. I feel that I need to cum. Can I do it on your body?" "O-Okay...on my tummy." Amy responded. I pulled out my junk and came on Amy's stomach. After that, I looked in her eyes and they were sparkling with happiness. It is strange to think about it now but it was kind of impossible for this thing to work out if I did it to a stranger. Maybe she felt something for me that it worked. After that, she went to the shower to clean while I cleaned the blood from the room. When I started to clean the bed the door from my room opened. My moms come in and see me cleaning my bed who had blood on it. She was shocked. Then she heard Amy being in the shower and figured out what happened. My mom winks at me and then leaves the room. Of course that I was super embarrassed afterwards. I wanted to kill myself but I kept my cool and looked at the bright side. After all this, I and Amy became a couple and started to spent time with each other even more than before. Who would've thought that a single quick thought that went to my head could bring me such happiness? 3  It was dark. The type of dark that if you ever had a thought that someone might be on your back then your mind would go crazy and your body will be full of fear. This is the type of day in which Tyler and Emma would have a date. They were in Tyler's car in an abandoned parking lot close to the exit of their city. Emma was eighteen years old. She just graduated from highschool and was the ex of a friend of Tyler's. Her hair was blonde, she had green eyes and had an innocent look on her face. Emma loves swimming and that's why she was so skinny. Her breasts were rather small but her ass was big, because of the numerous squats she done at the gym. Tyler was the type of boy that was mysterious, it was hard to get him tell something about his personality. He had black hair and blue eyes. Kind of skinny but either way he looked good. Just got done with his first year in college and was enjoying his summer break. The two of them met a few weeks back at a pub and kept in touch which led to this day. Emma had been single for six months since she broke up with Tyler's friend and to made her feel good about herself she decided to hook up with Tyler. Which wasn't a very good idea but for her it made it sound good. More like, it was more like a revenge for his ex rather than something else. Before being at the parking lot, Tyler and Emma went to a coffee shop and talked about themselves and then they went here to be alone. Tyler wanted to have a good time but Emma wanted more than that. She felt excited being near Tyler, more like horny. All this time whenever Tyler spoke she looked at his lips desperately to kiss them but didn't had the courage. She wanted him to make this step. Emma knew that Tyler had just recently moved into an apartment close to where they were now and wanted to make him take her there. But didn't knew what to do. While they were speaking about Emma's passion of swimming she began to show him some photos of her, some of them were her wearing bikinis. "Wow. You look very nice in those pictures." Tyler said. "Thanks" Emma responded. "I have more of you want to see." "Cool." They looked at more pictures and then one came up where Emma was photographed from behind but didn't had a bra on her, her back was completely naked. The picture looked very artistic and Tyler was surprised. "Oh wow..." "Ups...that wasn't supposed to be shown." Emma said giggling. Tyler looked at her and said "If you want to change it..." "No. It's okay" Emma responded calm "You like it?" "Hell yeah! You have a gorgeous back. It's no wonder if you are a swimmer." "I suppose so. The training I do is very hard. It's been some weeks since I didn't do it but I still got my abs." "Really?!" Tyler asked surprised. "Yeah," she said then grabbed her T-shirt and lifted up "Look." Tyler turned on the light from his car to see it clearly and then slowly began to pull her seat halfway down. He gently touched her abdomen with his thumb and then looked at Emma smiling. "What? What is it?" Emma asked smiling too. "It looks sexy. I like when I see a girl with abs." "I can see it...." The boy kept stoking her abdomen and Emma was getting hornier. She saw how Tyler was very carefully looking at her abdomen and loved the look that he had. "Wh-what is it....?" Emma asked softly. "......Can I kiss them?" "Kiss...? Yes! Sure." Emma responded smiling. Tyler slowly brought her head to her abdomen and kissed them. But it wasn't a kiss or two. He continued to kiss them and for a few seconds his lips slowly moved down close to where the button of her jeans were. This made Emma lose her mind. "Um...you can kiss my neck too! If...if you want." Emma rapidly said. "Okay." He rose up and went to kiss her neck. Midway, he grabbed her hand which hold her lifted up T-shirt and when he began to kiss her neck, his hand went beneath it and grabbed one of her breast. Emma began to slowly moan. Tyler slowly moved to her cheek bone area then came close to her lips. The girl couldn't take it anymore. "Oh my God! Kiss me! Kiss me now!" They started to make out passionately. The girl grabbed Tyler and pulled him closer to her, as if she wants him inside her. Both of them were carried away by the flow, especially Tyler. After three minutes they stopped. "Can we go to your place? Or do you want to do it here?" Emma asked. "My place? I don't know if my roommate is asleep yet." "Or we can do it here...but it will be quick and I think that it would be sexier if we do it in your bed." Emma said. "....you're right. Let's go." Tyler loved what the girl said and that definitely made him want her more. So they went to his apartment. His roommate was in his room, sleeping heavily. They ran to Tyler's room, closed the door and continued to make out. They were in the bed, Emma being on top of him. His hands were on her ass, holding it tight. His junk was hard like a rock and Emma noticed how hard it was twitching beneath her pussy. "Oh fuck... Already hard? And...uuh...it's just me or....this big?" "I...I can't say it if it's big or not, Emma." "Oh...don't be so humble about it. I feel it. It's definitely a big cock." The girl stood up and began to undress herself. She told him to get his clothes off expect his boxers. After that, Emma took a sit beside him and began to stroke his boxers. "Hmm...what an interesting shape. I wonder what is it "Emma said then pulled his boxers down. "Hmph...you can't say it huh?" She said grabbing his cock and started to stroke it. "This is definitely a big cock." "Well....as long as you like it." Tyler muttered. Emma smiled at him and then moved her gaze to his junk that she was stroking. "Gosh... If Josh told me that you have this....big cock...I would've have had sex with you right away." "Are you serious?" Tyler asked confused. "Don't get me wrong. I loved him but when is about sex....I rather prefer what I'm stroking right now. Not what he had." "So....he had a small one?" "Yes. If that's making you feel more masculine then yes. Your dick is bigger than he's. Plus, he told me the stories of your ex girlfriend and how the two of you were having sex. That's way more than our sexual experience. So I prefer experience too." "I see. Then spit on it really good and jump on it." Tyler responded. Emma smiled and did what the boy told her. When his junk entered her, she felt like her whole view of sex was so little. She felt how his junk was slowly going deeper inside her and didn't knew when it will stop. Finally, when it stopped, she smiled. "So that's how it feels....to have a big cock inside you. So big that's close to touch your womb. Oh my God, Tyler. I'm gonna make you so happy this night." "I can't wait." Tyler responded putting his hands on her hips. The girl began to ride him slowly, getting comfortable with his junk being inside of her. Then she slowly increased her speed. She felt so good for doing this. "So, what do you think? Am I good at riding cocks? She asked smirking. "You rode many of them until me?" "Just a few. Let's say that you and Josh aren't the only ones that went inside me." She responded smiling. "I see. Well, from how you move, you are good at it. I like the feeling I get from it." "Good. Then I'm doing a good job." "Tell me, Em. Do you like it? Being on top of me? Having my cock inside you?" "It would be a lie if I say I didn't, right?" And don't ask me if I will regret it. I will not. Right now I'm thinking about him and I'm happy. I'm happy that he had a friend like you. That now, I'm riding his cock with such pleasure, that I can't wait to see when we will finish it." "Really. Well I hope you aren't sleepy because it will take a while." Tyler said. "Good." By now, Emma was riding at a normal speed. Her pussy was wet and got comfortable with Tyler's junk. He had his hands now on her ass and it was making her go faster. The girl was moaning hard, looking deep into his eyes. She didn't care that someone else was in the apartment, neither did Tyler. They decided to change the position. Tyler put Emma in doggy style and began to pound her pussy hard. The view he had of her naked back was a huge turn on for him. Emma was biting her lips as how good the boy was doing her, and wished that this to last forever. For a second, Tyler pulled out his junk to look at it. It was drenched in her juices and put it back inside her and continued. He grabbed her hips and increased his speed, making Emma moan louder. "Aaahhhh!!!! Tyleeer!!!! Uuuuuh......fuuuck....this is the best! Ooooooouuuuhhhhhh.....!!!" "You like it, Em?" "Yes. Fuck yeah I like it. No....I love it!!!" Emma shouted. The boy continued. Seeing how much she was enjoying it, Tyler thought of something kinky. He told Emma to put her arms on her back. Tyler grabbed them and pull them to him with one hand and with the other he grabbed her hair. When Emma saw the position that she was in, she knew right away that this will not end quick. "That's why I prefer experience. Ahh....because of things like this is done. Please keep me in this position a long time, sweetie." "No worries, Em." Tyler responded calmly. This lasted for almost an hour. Eventually they went back to the regular doggy style, but Emma was way happier. Tyler decided to have a little break but he kept massaging the entry of her vagina with the head of his cock. After 5 minutes, he puts her in the missionary position. Her legs were wide open receiving Tyler so dearly and her hands were wrapped around his head. Emma was looking in his eyes full of passion and lust. Tyler was enjoying the sounds of her moaning. "Tell me, have you ever sucked it?" "No...not really." "How so?" "I didn't felt the need to. Josh begged months for me to do it but I didn't want to do it." She said. "I see. Is that because of how they look or...?" "No...well...sometimes I didn't like how they shape of the dick was and was glad just to have it in my pussy and that's it. And sometimes....I didn't trust them." "How many?" The boy asked. "Huh?" "Dick...how many dicks went inside this tight pussy of yours who looks so fresh and gorgeous?" Emma smiled and looked away. "Don't get mad..." "I will not." "...okay.....six..." "Oh wow...six?" "Yeah...you are the seventh." "And let me guess. You told Josh that he was your first?" "Yeah..." "I see. Well, thank you for telling me then." "You aren't mad, right? Well...yours is the biggest, if you believe me." "I believe you, Em." Tyler smiled then kissed her lips slowly. "Uhhh....I wonder what time it is?" Emma said. "Let me check it." Tyler said and grabbed her phone. "It's 2 AM." "Holy shit. We've been doing it for two hours?" Emma asked surprised. "Yeah. Hey, Em. Can I ask for a favor?" "What favour?" "Would you mind if I take a short video with your phone of your pussy being fucked by my dick?" "No....not at all. You can do it. I don't mind. What you want to do with the video?" "I don't know...I thought you want to sent time to Josh or something." At that moment, Emma smirked evilly. "Oh...I'd love that." "Okay then. Here we go." Tyler turned on the video. It was only shown her pussy and his big junk getting out and in her, while Emma was moaning passionately. The video was done, it had one minute and then Tyler gave it to Emma to sent it to her ex-boyfriend. "Wanna stop?" The boy asked. "No. Hell no!" "Well, we can have round two right after I cum." "Are you close?" "Yes. You have a favorite spot on you where you want the cum to be?" "I don't know.....well I'd say to do in on my abs because I saw how much you like them but honestly......the look on your face.....you...you want to do it inside me?" "Probably. You'll let me if I say that afterwards I want to lick your pussy?" "Lick it...like....eating me with all the cum you'll pour in me? Emma asked surprised and curious. "Yeah. We'll be in 69 so that's way the cum will get out from you faster." "I've never experience this. Okay. Let's do it." After a few more seconds Tyler began to ejaculate inside Emma. The hottest she felt from his cum made her mind melt away and without any second thought Tyler got down and placed Emma on his face. "You can stroke my cock. But do it slowly." "O-okay... oh fuck....this feels so fucking good. I've never thought that having your pussy being eaten out while having cum in it could be so freaking sexy and hot." Her face was close to his junk, and as she was stroking it being drenched in cum and her juices, the smell got to her. It was a small that she couldn't avoid. A sweet smell making her drool. The more she stroked the more her desire to taste it. She saw that a little more cum was getting out from the tip. Emma didn't want to go to waste so she licked from the tip of his penis. She started to kiss it, from kiss she started to lick it, from that she began to suck the tip, then the head and then, Emma stuffed the cock deep inside her mouth and began to suck it. Her mind was stimulated by how Tyler was performing oral on her and the way his tongue massaged her clit it made her go for this decision. The both were doing oral on each other, sign that Emma is trusting the boy and loves the shape of his junk. Emma thought it will be quick but then felt Tyler's hand on the back of her head pushing her to take his dick deeper. The girl obeyed to the demand of his hand and began to go deeper. She was sucking it slow but she was sucking it all, from the top to the base of it. The second round already begun with them doing this, and after one hour Tyler stopped. He grabbed her hand and brought her on the floor. Emma got on her knees and looked how his cock was so close to her lips. "Will you suck it more, Em?" Tyler asked. Emma slowly nodded and took it all in and began to suck it. One of her hand was holding his balls and the other one was on his ass. Tyler let her suck the way she could but after ten minutes he wanted to cum. So he grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth. The boy was moving fast, so fast that Emma could react. She felt like nothing could be done by her except to stay still and take it. Thing which she did. Then, after some time, Tyler cums again. He pulled his cock out from her mouth right away and began to stroke it, his tip pointing at the girl's face. Emma knew what Tyler wanted so she closed her eyes and waited for his cum to drop on her face. Not long after, his semen started to pour out from his cock, getting on Emma's face. It was a bigger load than the first one, which it covered her face. She felt a little scared. But when the warmth of the semen was felt, the girl began to calm down and open her eyes slowly. "Sorry...I made a good mess on your face." The boy said. "Don't worry. It's okay." Emma responded with a big smile on her face. "Do you want to see how you look?" "Yes. Take a picture of it." Tyler did it then showed it to her but not before giving her a kiss. "Oh my....so this is how I look with so much cum on my face. I like it." She said looking at Tyler and kissed his junk. "Oh, I got a text. Oh my god. Is from Josh. He said that he hates me. Hahahaaa." "Really?" "Yeah. I told him that this is how a dick should fuck me. Humm....should I send a picture of how I look now. I bet he will go nuts." "Do what you want. Or you could wait till morning, sleep with me here and in the morning maybe you'll send a video of you having your first dick in the mouth." "Oh my! He'll be so angry to see that the first dick sucked to be this big. I like this idea. It'll make me look like a slut but hey....I fucked his friend and which gave me a huge load on my face. I'm definitely a slut" 4  Highschool, a wonderful place for teenagers to get popular or to have their life ruined by a few bullies. We follow the story of a eighteen year old boy, Zack, who liked to write playwrights. Since he got to highschool Zack found a way to show the rest of the people his playwrights, being performed at his highschool. He had a team of actors who based on their character Zack performed a story around them. Now, being in his last year of school, Zack was doing his last playwright. He told his colleagues to meet at a certain classroom but until now only one came. And that's Isabel, the self-proclaimed star of the team. She was a brunette, with brown eyes, pointing nose, tall having small boobs but an amazingly big ass. Zack mostly put her in the team because of her ass, and that sometimes Isabel let Zack touch her ass while the team was performing and no one were seeing them. They both were waiting for their teammates. Isabel was sitting on the chair while Zack was on her back, with his hands on her shoulders. "Where are the others, I wonder?" Zack said. "I don't know, Zack. Maybe they forgot the room." "Geez....right on the day I had to give you guys your roles they had to be late." "No worries. They will come eventually. Oh, that means that I will get a good role for being the first here?" Isabel asked happily. "Yes, you do." Zack responded and kissed her on the cheek. After kissing her, Isabel closed her eyes and turned her face on the side, looking like she was waiting for Zack to kiss her lips. The thing was that Isabel was in a relationship for three years and Zack didn't knew if she ever wanted to experience new things with someone else. He built some courage and then brought his lips to hers. Isabel responded back immediately and the two of them began to make out. The girl slowly put her hands on his neck and began to kiss him with such a passion, like she was kissing her boyfriend after missing him a long time. After a few minutes they stopped because they didn't want to be caught. "Do you think that they will still come?" Zack asked. "I don't know..." Isabel responded holding his hand like they were lovers. "Truth be told, I can do much more to show you I'm capable for the main role." "Is that so? What do you want to show?" "I don't know. You tell me what you want to see." She said and slowly put his hand between her legs and smiled. "Are you sure, Isabel?" Zack asked surprised. "Of course. I can prove to you that I deserve this role." "But...here?" "Where else?" Isabel responded. They stood a while to think about it then Zack had an idea. He suggested that they should go to the computer lab because there was no one at this hour there. So they asked for the key and then ran to the lab. They closed the door and went on the ground. Zack was on top of Isabel kissing like crazy. Then the fun began. The girl started to undress and when she open her legs wide Zack was shocked to see how big her pussy was. "Holy fuck....your pussy is so amazing!" Zack shouted. "Awwww...thank you Zack. You're so sweet." He went straight to kiss it, but as soon as his lips started to touch her pussy the boy got a little scared. It was big, freshly shaved but that didn't stopped Zack from eating it out. Isabel began to moan as she put her hands on his head, the boy began to undress too. Zack was fascinated by how big her pussy was and was analyzing it very carefully. The clit seemed bigger but the more he licked it the wetter Isabel became. After quite some time spent on eating her, Zack had his junk hard and ready to go. But when he looked at his dick better then he realized something which made him seem quite off. "What's wrong, Zack?" Isabel asked. "Um....I'm sorry. I think that it's not going to be enough dick to satisfy you." He said a little depressed. "What? Oh calm down. I don't care about the size. Take it easy. It's just a pussy, Zack. You put your dick in it and you fuck it. Plus that, I like how your cock is. My pussy will be happy to have it in her." With that being said, Zack began to massage her clit with the tip of his penis and then he put it inside her. He started to move slowly as Isabel was moaning lovely. The boy looked at what he was doing and couldn't believe. He was amazed that he got to have sex with a girl like her. "Damn....I can't believe it. This feels so awesome." "See? I told you that I can prove that I deserve the role." Isabel said. "I have a question...your boyfriend's dick is much bigger right?" "Kind of, why?" "How does it make you feel...now that my dick is inside you?" "Good, I think. It makes me horny to see that a dick like your size got to be inside me." Isabel responded giggling. "Really?" "Of course." "Um....can I put you in doggy style?" "Sure, sweetie." Isabel said. When she turned around Zack was amazed. He now realized that he finally had the chance to fuck the best and biggest ass in highschool. He felt excited and the first thing he did was to lick her asshole. The boy hold her ass tight while licking it. His junk was twitching like crazy and the girl's moans made him want to eat her ass more. After he spent a good time with her ass, Zack inserted his dick in her pussy and continued to fuck her. He felt very powerful in this position, not to say to have a girl that is taller than him to do this. Zack felt like in heaven. "You like it, Zack?" "Damn right. Your pussy is amazing, girl. I love it!" "Ahh...thank you. Ahh!.....uuuhhh..." Without noticing it Zack increased his speed which soon found out that doing this it made him cum faster. When he felt being close his body froze up. He couldn't get his cock out, and it was making him panic but felt too good. Eventually, he let his body win and began to ejaculate inside Isabel. He was scared of what she will say when she'll feel it but then he realised something. Zack continued to fuck her but she didn't said a thing. Apparently, because of her big pussy Isabel couldn't feel his cum and because his dick was still hard. "Oh my God. You are amazing, Isabel!" Zack shouted. He pulled his cock out and started to eat her out again. It was the only solution for him to take all the cum out. While doing it, he tried to clean his junk too. The taste of cum that he was having in his mouth was something new for the boy. But didn't stood to think about it because he was to scared of the girl finding out what he did. After a few good minutes of properly eating her out he told her to get on her knees and pointed his dick to her. "It got a little soft. Can you help me?" Zack said. "Oh...of course, Zack." Isabel said smiling and put the dick in her mouth. She began to suck it like a pro, making Zack get very hard. He told her to keep going until he cums. The boy didn't want to let go of it just by ejaculating once. Knowing her for so long, Zack always imagined that if he ever got the change to cum on her he will want it to do it on her face. Time was passing, and Zack's dick was close to finish. He slowly took it out from her mouth and began to jerk it off. "You want to finish on my face?" Isabel asked. "Yes! I want to do this for so long...." "Don't worry. This is not going to be the last time." After she finished the sentence, Zack started to cum. Big loads of semen came out from his junk and landed on the girl's face, some of it went on her mouth too. When he was done Zack grabbed her neck and began to kiss her lips soaked with cum. "Oh my, I never believed you to be such a fan of kissing me. Not to say while having so much cum on my face." She said giggling. "Ahh...you're the best." Zack said and slapped her face with his dick a few times. Because of Isabel's hard work, she got the main role in Zack's last playwright. After finishing highschool the two of them continued to see each other. For five months Isabel had been cheating her boyfriend with Zack, having constantly sex with both of them. Zack and Isabel stopped talking when she became pregnant, both agreeing on the fact that they will still be friends but not like this, because Isabel was starting to have a family. Later she realized that the father of the child was Zack and not her boyfriend. And now Isabel regrets stopping from talking to him and now she couldn't get in touch with him. Text: Allon :P Editing: Allon :P All rights reserved. Publication Date: July 5th 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-dh1a5e958e70f85

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Laura XO Ero-shots Erotic Short Stories L Michael and Karen have been chatting for awhile, telling each other their wildest sexual fantasies and desires. Karen met Michael on an online chat room that she frequented for kinky adults. Karen stumbled upon this chat room one night after she grew tired of crying over a man who obviously never loved her. She had just broken things off with her long time boyfriend Dan after finding out that he had been cheating the whole five years they were together. It started out innocent enough where she would just read the posts, lurk or look through the pictures of dicks, ass, titties or whatever someone had posted. Karen would say hi, every so often or join in a conversation never really thinking she would go any further. She had enjoyed just taking her mind off all her problems. The room was full of men and women who knew what they wanted, needed and desired sexually. Exploring the room gave Karen the confidence she needed to finally let that freaky chic who she had put away years ago. She thought because she was no longer in her early twenties and had a long time boyfriend that she should focus on being the girlfriend that would eventually be the wife. Chuckling to herself, Karen now feels she should have kept her out and Dan would probably still be here. One dark, cold and lonely night, Karen decided it was time to jump head first and start exploring her inner kinky girl. Karen was beautiful. She had long dark hair, smooth chocolate skin, tits to die for and an ass that men would kill to touch. She found a pair of black lace cheeky panties that criss crossed across the ass. She took some sexy selfies. Some of her ass from the side and some from the back using a full length mirror. She laid across her bed and took some of her full body. Karen made sure to include pictures of her thick thighs and long legs. She scrolled the pictures that she had just taken and smiled. She found the ones she liked the best and decided she was finally going to post in the group. It was around midnight when she posted the first picture. She decided on the one of her laying across her queen size bed with hair barely covering her breast. Ding, ding. Her notifications were going crazy. She got into the group and she read the posts that were being posted. The women would comment sexy, nice or ask where I got those panties. The men were just as appreciative. This was something that Karen had missed. She lost all that being in the relationship with Dan. He was never appreciative of her body or her trying to be sexy for him. She just felt ignored. She chatted more frequently and posted more pictures. She felt like she had become friends with the people she had never met. Most lived in the same city. She also discovered that once a month they would met a bar just to get to know each other. Sometimes they would get together sexually but it was up to you on how far you were willing to go that night. She had gone to one of their meet ups and had really enjoyed herself. She drank, danced and made out with a few, but nothing serious. Yet again she was still exploring her sexual desires. A few weeks later she got a PM, private message, from Michael. He was one of the guys in the group. Michael was a personal trainer and had the body to prove it. He was sexy as hell, just the right amount of muscles and oh lets not forgot those dick pictures. Every time he would post a dick picture or video it made Karen horny as hell. She was glad that he had messaged her. She accepted his message and they began to chat outside the group and in the group. He was tatted up and drove a motorcycle. Some of the things that turned Karen on. She could hear a motorcycle and her pussy would purr. They told each other all their wildest, sexual desires. They got to know each other not just sexually but as friends. Michael had never been to any of the meet ups so they had never met. One night while chatting, Karen decides that it is time to finally meet up and take care of some of those wild fantasies that they had talked about. They decide that Friday night would be a good night for both of them. Michael lives only an hour away and they would meet somewhere in the middle. Karen had never been to an adult arcade before and Michael knew that was something on her sexual bucket list, so he suggest that they go to one. Karen didn't know of any so Michael said that he would meet her somewhere and pick her up. Friday night arrives and Karen is a little nervous but also excited that she is finally exploring her sexual desires. It has taken her years to stop being so shy about sex and just let go. Karen hops in her car and drive to the Outlet Mall where they decided to meet. Michael arrives to pick her up. Michael gets out the car and walks around to open the passenger side of his truck. Karen's eyes were pleased with this fine man standing in front of her and he smelled just delicious. Karen got in and he closed the door behind her. Karen and Michael talk a little and she notices him staring at her chest because her sexy black and red corset has the girls sitting up high. She notices his erection pressing hard against his jeans begging to be set free. Karen gives him a sly smile when they finally make eye contact again. She shifts slightly in her seat so that her short black lace skirt is pushed up just enough so he can see she's not wearing any panties. Michael switches driving hands so that now his right hand is free. He reaches over and rests his hand on her thick chocolate colored thighs, before walking his fingers up to touch his middle finger to the bottom of her skirt. Her body tenses with his touch. Karen's pussy is already wet with the anticipation of the evening ahead. She reaches over into his lap and massages his rock hard dick. Karen unzips his pants and his dick springs free from its confines. She begins to stroke him up and down slowly before rubbing his pre cum over the head with her thumb. She removes her hand and reach between her thighs and rubs her pussy getting it wet. With her wet hand she continues stroking his now throbbing cock. Michael makes her cum as he rubs clit letting his finger slip into her wetness. Karen unbuckles her seat belt and reaches across his truck and kisses the top of his manhood. They continue driving and playing until they make it to the arcade. They pull into the parking lot and Michael tucks his dick back into his jeans gets out and walks around and open her door. Karen steps out pushes her skirt down and walks with him into the adult store. Michael does all the talking and he pays for their room and a few fun things. They get to their room and they walk in not bothering to lock the door as they are groping, kissing and fondling each other. The movie starts playing but they don't really notice as they continue where they left off in the truck. Karen sits on the leather couch, head thrown back as Michael's tongue and fingers work their magic on her sweet spot as the door opens slightly. Karen turns her head to look towards the door and there in the doorway stands a tall, handsome, bearded man with lust in those beautiful green eyes. As her eyes make their way down his chiseled chest, past those abs of steel, she sees the outline of his swollen dick trying to rip the fabric of his shorts. Karen licks her lips at the sight. Her eyes travel back up and when their eyes meet again, she bites her bottom lip and raises her brow letting him know that she wants a taste. He unzips his pants, walks over and pulls out his dick. As Michael flips her onto my knees, back dipped and ass up never breaking his rhythm, licking and teasing her pussy. I open my mouth and take his dick in my hand and lick from the bottom of his shaft to the bulbous head before taking him deep into my throat. Karen starts to squirt all over Michael's face from all the stimulation. Michael gives my ass a smack before spreading her ass cheeks and runs his tongue around my black hole before inserting a finger. She moans in pleasure. This total stranger reaches into the top of Karen's corset and pinches her nipples. Michael continues to finger fuck her ass while sucking and licking her clit. Michael stands to take off his pants, enters her and then thrusts deep. She is caught off guard but can feel herself on the verge of cumming again..Then as if to compact her into a smaller form of herself Michael and the stranger thrusts into her at the same time forcing her to take the dick in both holes. She was glad she had little to no gag reflex. Slowly in, out and in and out. She lets out a soft moan, mouth never leaving the strangers dick, as she reaches the pinnacle again, then climaxes. Michael begins licking my black hole again with his tongue as she catches her breath and strokes the man in front of her. Then Michael eases his dick back into her wetness and puts a finger in her ass stretching it out little by little till another finger fits and then another. I am overwhelmed with the feeling of two men but continues her head game on the thick chocolate rod in front of her. She feels him ease his dick out and slowly enter her now slightly stretched hole. She let out a whimper of pleasure that only turns into a deep moan that can't be heard because of the dick in her mouth. The stranger grabs her head and thrust deeper into her mouth, grunts and unloads his seed deep into her throat. As he walks away, through cum stained face and ecstasy filled eyes, she sees another man at the door who caught a glimpse of what was happening as the stranger walks out. Karen beckons him with a single finger and he enters the room. Michael picks her up, as the new stranger takes off his pants, rolls on a condom and lays on the couch. Michael put her down and straddles the stranger before sliding down his dick. It's not as big as Michael's but still feels good. Michael slide into her from behind and Karen begins to work both dicks. The door cracks and again another man walks into the room with sex filled eyes and dick in hand. She grabs his erect dick and takes him in her mouth. The stranger on the couch doesn't last long, he grab her hips, pulls her close as he cums hard. He release her, she eases off his dick, legs wobbly but Michael holds her steady as the new man sits. She has been cumming, sucking and squirting for what feels like hours. Michael goes and sits on the chair across from the couch and watches as the stranger rolls on a condom and she sits on him reverse cowgirl so that she can watch Michael as he watches her. His dick feels good as she rides him slow, up, down, back, forth. His dick deep, eyes glazed as she stares deep into Michael's eyes as he rubs his erection. She can feel the orgasm stirring, deeper, harder, faster she rides. Her soft moans now becoming loud as reaches her climax. Never taking her eyes off Michael she rubs her clit and squirts all over the strangers dick, taking him over the edge. He grabs her hips and thrusts a few more times before he busts. He rises and leaves the room. Catching her breath she bites her bottom lip as her eyes plead with Michael to fuck her. He sees how bad she wants to be fucked. His dick gets harder as he eases forward and slides deep into her. He thrusts harder and harder. Her body going numb and she's getting light headed. All she can do is clench his back with her nails and can't seem to let go. He works her, grinding his hips going deeper, slower, faster, in, out. Long deep strokes as she give back everything he is giving. Another storm is brewing deep inside her belly. She can feel another orgasm. She grabs his hips, pulls him deeper and takes everything he is throwing. She starts to scream as her orgasm takes her over the edge. He rocks back and watches as her pussy squirts all over his dick as he continues to slide in, out, faster, slower. Michael lets out a guttural moan as he reaches his peak. Harder, harder, faster, faster he pins her knees to her ears as he thrusts deeply once more and spirals into a world of pure sweet ecstasy. As they lay in each other's arms spent from a night filled with sex and more sexual fantasies then they planned. He kisses her on her forehead and asks, "Did you have a good time." Still trying to catch her breath and she says, "yes." Staring into the ceiling she is now glad that she decided to let that freaky, kinky chick out. O  I've met a few guys who were good to fuck for and extended length of time. Some came over and over again. Some pre came tremendously. You'd notice a few of these guys as overtimers just by looking at them. One extended top I met online, wasn't obvious about his endurance when you first saw him. To respect privacy, let's call my new found buddy Jason. He said that he'd be getting to his place 3:30 after bidding his sister. He had asked for me to show up fresh inside, so while my standard practice cleans me out, I spent more time freshening up. Jason called me while I was in the shower to let me know he got home early and was ready to fuck as soon as I got there. A part of me was excited about this goal, I haven't had sex in a year, and hadn't been with a guy on top for years. My inner skeptic didn't believe any of this was true. I drove 20 minutes out of town to find Jason's farm house. This rural atmosphere turned me on as it brought back my younger days of fucking in empty barns in the southern California high desert. My ass twitched in the jockstrap I wore under my nylon golf shorts when I came up to Jason with his ready to fuck attitude. His 5'11" frame looked built from his physical labor at his place, and when he grabbed my ass through my shorts with his index finger on my hole, I joined his plans and mentioned I was there to use my ass to get his cock feeling fantastic. He liked my built hairy legs and loved my hairy ass when I took my shorts off, hanging in the black jockstrap that I asked to wear while he plowed my rear. Jason got out of his shorts too, letting his cock spring up 8 inches. It was cut and chiseled thick. While he wiggled one then two then three fingers in my fresh lubed cleaned hole I bent over and licked the sweat off his dick. Jason had asked if I wanted him to shower when I first got to his place but I had told him not to worry, that I actually like how his unshowered body tastes. I got on my knees and slurped his cock that bounced getting a little harder and longer each time. After Jason let me have a taste, he picked me up and moved my ass on to his fuck bed that had been setup for the perfect height. I followed his lead and I other my knees on the edge with my spread ass in the air with me on all fours as Jason squirted lotion on my hole and worked the head of his dick pressed ready to plow in. My sprinter quivered as Jason slid the length of his cock all the way inside my second sphincter. The lotion as thick and mildly irritating at first, but my worries that I couldn't taste his cum inside my ass stopped as his filled me up with far more precum. When Jason allowed me to blow him in between fucking, I couldn't taste any lotion because of the massive amount of juice his dick was getting me wet with. He'd go through slow slides, then hole popping with the head of his dick, on to hits from every direction, and while he asked me if I was alright he'd bang my rear from outside all the way in. I'd moan, squeal, sound off my pleasure, and hold tight with me head in a pillow to keep my shrieks quit. I'd often pull my knees back together after his banging had knocked me down. Sometimes, when he poked my hole i would pull up into him, and pop my ass up for his cock. As his continuous plowing continued, night hot fucked stupid losing track of 15, 30, 45 minutes even an hour of pure extreme pleasure that pushed me past what I could handle before, no longer pulling away. Jason would tweak my nipples, grab and rub then slap my ass. He'd work his fingers in my jockstrap pouch to find my dick asleep after I had wacked off before I came to Jason's place. I could feel Jason's juice filling me up, before he actually came. His precum had my ass more wet than loads I had taken before. Jason asked if I wanted him to cum or keep fucking. I was amazed at his stamina and didn't want to stretch his awesome ability to far, so I told him that I'd love to get full of his cum. His rhythm changed a bit, got harder and deeper while his cock got the biggest I had felt so far. I could feel my butt getting more wet, then I heard Jason started to groan. This turned to louder moaning as he cock his cock to another wall in my ass. I could feel his cum stretch that wall as I overfilled with even more of his juice. Damn, he had my ass wet. He offered me a towel, but I wanted his juice to go home with me so I put compression short over my jockstrap to capture all the cum my ass crack was full of and my hole leaked out. In my face later is where Jason's seed ended up. On my way out, I asked Jason if we could fuck again sometime soon. He said he'd like to when his schedule allows. I can't wait to work his cock again! V  The clock hit 5 pm, and Kevin sighed triumphantly. His second week here had been especially busy, with the entire office stressed due to a series of projects commissioned by the upper echelons of management. The boss, Eric, usually a calm and relaxed type, was perhaps the most stressed of them all. All those projects had been completed, and now it seemed that the office would return to the normal pace that Kevin had observed during his first few days. "Can I get everyone's attention for a moment?" came a voice from behind him. He glanced around to see Eric emerging from his office. The boss was wearing a wan smile, with faint bags under his eyes and sweat marks marring the armpits of his button-down. "I just want to say that this past week has been busy and a bit stressful, but thanks to all of you, it went by smoothly. Shout out to Kevin, who handled everything we threw at him. I think it's safe to say you're one of us now." A smattering of chuckles followed the wry joke, a polite smile and nod his own reaction. "But you've all done great, seriously. Rocked it, as usual. So, now it's quitting time, and I hope you all have great nights and weekends. See you on Monday." Kevin joined the chorus of responses, the employees bustling about now, gathering their belongings. Eric slipped back inside his office, keeping the door open as he sat down at his desk to peer at something on his computer. "Hey, Kev," called Sean, "you coming to Sally's for happy hour?" "Yeah, just let me get my things." Sean nodded, already ready himself. It only took a minute for Kevin to get set to leave, and quickly the duo was headed for the exit, other employees going the same way. The door to the main office opened as they approached, and a beautiful woman slunk through. Wearing a simple black dress, showing off toned legs and admirable cleavage, she was a picture of effortless allure. As she passed them, they were graced with a nod and a small smile. "Who is that?" he murmured to Sean, glancing back, his eyes fixed to her shapely rump. Sean chuckled. "That's Lisa, Eric's wife. She drops by sometimes, so they can fuck in his office after everyone leaves." "He's one lucky man." Sean chuckled again. "Yes, he is." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The office door was locked, the blinds closed to keep any prying eyes out. Sounds of aggressive sex filled the room, the force of rough thrusts shaking the desk, items falling off to clatter to the floor. "You like that?" "Yes, yes, don't stop..." Eric groaned, bent over his own desk as Lisa fucked him in the ass, her strap-on screwing through his innards. His cock was achingly hard, pre-cum dripping down to the floor. A sharp slap rang out, Lisa bringing her palm down against one of the cheeks of his ass. He yelped, pushing back at her, receiving a series of subsequent spanks. Her treatment reddened his flesh. "You've had a stressful week, huh, babe?" "Mm-hmm..." "Leave it to me. I'll take care of you." The thrusts upped in pace and force, his wife pounding into him with gusto. His knuckles were white from how tightly he was clutching at the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life, juddered by her strong efforts. As she kept up the anal onslaught, her other hand, the one not currently slapping at his ass, slid up the back of his sweat-soaked shirt, and reached around to grab his tie. Deftly, keeping up the rhythm, she worked it around until it was resting on his shoulder. One backwards yank, and he cried out, his head wrenched up, his hands scrabbling at the desk now. Lisa rode his ass viciously, using his tie as a makeshift rein, slapping all the while at his ass. Her dress was cast off, on the floor, bra and panties similarly strewn about, the glory of her fit frame on full display. It had indeed been a stressful week for him. His position in the company was undeniably important, and while he usually managed it all with aplomb, occasionally the stresses of the job got the better of him. In those times, it was her wifely duty to help him ease that stress. The hand that had been slapping at his ass moved to grip tightly to his hip. There was no predictability to the way she yanked back at his tie, mindful of keeping him off-balance, the weak sputters that were his reaction quite delightful sounds. She glanced down, seeing the cheeks of his ass shake as her hips slammed into him, sending the strap-on deep into his guts. His strained grunts made her chuckle, the thrusts relentless, the built-in clit stimulator working wonders, a series of shudders breaking out over her. This was a psychological pleasure as well as physical, taking him so roughly in his office. It was where he was the boss, respected and talented, highest on the totem pole of power. His employees likely knew why she visited him but did not know the true dynamic in these moments, the boss become submissive, the perfectly feminine wife using a phallic facsimile to claim his ass. "You want me to fuck you harder?" she purred, yanking back at his tie. He struggled to speak from the forceful pace and the pull around his neck, each attempt morphing into a soft gasp. It was an unnecessary question since she could tell that he wanted it as hard as she could give it. But she enjoyed the way that he whined while trying to respond, as if afraid that no answer would lead to this stopping, his desperation evidence by itself of just how stressful this past week had been for him. Laughing at his pitiful attempts, she leaned forward, smothering her breasts against his back, her hips still pumping, churning through his bowels. The sweaty shirt rubbed deliciously against her rigid nipples. Her mouth found his ear, and she nibbled on the lobe, murmuring to him, telling him how much she enjoyed fucking him. This salacious arrangement had started nearly a year ago. Seeking to spice up their love life, the couple had tried pegging. Both had quickly come to enjoy it, Eric taking her efforts with an eager dedication, Lisa giving him every ounce of her strength and stamina. As they began to incorporate it into their sex life, they had discovered that he had a definite submissive side, and she a dominant side. And although not every pegging session included such a dynamic, whenever he needed some relief from the stresses of his job, she was happy to flex her proverbial and literal muscles, putting him in a place of obedience and subservience, a place where all he had to worry about was pleasing her, a place where all the control rested in someone else's hands. And he was currently in that place, comfortable there, squirming on the desk. Her mouth slid down to his neck, sucking and nipping, occasionally possessively, Lisa hoping to leave a mark. The employees would easily notice, and know that she had left it, but would not know the full story. As she continued to pump deep into his ass, her free hand slid from his hip, seeking out his cock. It was hard and raring, leaking sticky streams of pre-cum. She closed her hand around it, hearing him moan in response, pushing mindlessly back at her. Quickly, a pace was set, wet strokes up and down. It was easy to tell from the way his moans grew louder and lewder that he was close to a messy finish. "That's it, cum for me, come on babe, do it..." He grunted, his hands gripping at the edge of the desk. A series of powerful throbs ran through his cock, pulsing against her palm, heralding the oncoming load, her strokes speeding up to coax it out. "Do it, cum for me, come on, come on..." One last throb rolled through the straining shaft; sensing the imminent eruption, she slid her hand down underneath the head. A drawn-out groan spilled from him as his orgasm struck. Hard spurts rocketed out into her cupped palm. She cooed in his ear, still pumping her hips, the load quickly overfilling her hand, the last spurts topping off the pool of semen, trickles escaping to drip off onto the floor. Euphoric shudders ran through him, the tail end of his orgasm providing one last wave of ecstasy. The hand holding his tie yanked his head back via that grip, to meet the other hand, cum now trickling sluggishly down her wrist, a small, creamy puddle resting in her palm. "Clean me off," she ordered, letting go of his tie, finally stopping her thrusts. With no hesitation, he leaned forward, suckling at the offered hand, groaning as the taste of his own spunk coated his tongue. The puddle in her palm was drawn into his mouth by his breathless licking, the off-white remnants sticking obscenely to his lips, giving them a dull sheen. The wet slurps made her purr, desire easily readable in his eyes. He was thorough in his obedience, taking his time in lapping at her hand, running his tongue in between each finger, moaning as he licked back down to her wrist, the trail of spunk no match for his enthusiasm. "Good boy," she crooned, kissing at his neck, feeling him nuzzle back in response. Post-climax, he sighed happily, his fingers easing up at the edge of the desk. "We're not done yet," she told him, seeing the new spark of lust appear instantly in his eyes. Rising back off him, she ran her hands along his back, sliding underneath the shirt to stroke at his flesh. Her hips had stopped with the strap-on halfway inside him. With one steady push, it filled him back up again, shoving deep into his innards. He groaned softly, grinding back at the length of plastic. "Work your ass back against me," she ordered. His hips began to rock backwards immediately. She chuckled, watching intently as he drove himself against the fake cock, grunting from the sensation of the plastic inches churning through his insides. The flesh of his ass lured her fingers, red-colored nails digging into the cheeks. A shudder ran through his body as he kept up the self-impalement. "Harder," she urged. A loud, consistent smacking sound rang out as his pace upped in response. He groaned, head hung low, hands flat against the top of the desk, using that position to push more desperately. The sight of that ass bouncing was exquisite, the flesh rippling from each impact. That insistent backwards movement kept the clit stimulator rubbing against the sensitive bud. Her own orgasm built, unfurling slowly into what would surely be a wonderful crescendo. As the pleasure rose, she gripped tightly at his ass, drawing a lustful sigh from him. She was unmoving, keeping the strap-on pointed forward so that he could skewer himself on it again and again. "Yeah, that's it, babe, just like that, work that ass back on it..." By now, all the items that had been on his desk were on the floor, some placed carefully there, others swept off in the first moments of their session, the rest falling due to the constant juddering that their insistently clashing bodies created. His pace increased, breathless gasps coming from him in droves. The swell of sensations rose, thrills provoking shudders all over her, his feverish rhythm unrelenting. As her climax beckoned, she clutched at his ass, drawing it back towards her, helping him take every inch. Her muscles tensed, the pleasure reaching the breaking point. And then the orgasm struck her, radiating out sheer bliss all over every inch of her body. She groaned, the ecstasy intense, her pussy drenching itself in her juices. Still caught up in his obedience, Eric mashed himself back against the strap-on. The continued impacts kept the clit stimulator doing its job very well, but she found herself overwhelmed quickly, the incessant sensations too good, too sharp, making her shudder uncontrollably. Her hips drew back, bringing the plastic length halfway out. He peeked over his shoulder, stopping in mid-motion, understanding from the look on her face that she was currently caught up in a powerful climax. The orgasmic waves washed over her quickly, leaving her body unwinding on the way down from the ecstatic heights. She glanced down at her husband, seeing how he was staying in place, his head hung, his ass up and impaled partially on the strap-on. A small smile crept across her mouth at the sight. It had not escaped her notice that he enjoyed accessing his submissive side very much. The more often they indulged in these sessions, the more she saw that side come out, and in fact increase, her husband looking to her and waiting for direction more before acting. Her hands squeezed at his hips. The response was a husky sigh and those hips stirring unconsciously. "It's been a hard week, huh?" she purred to him. He nodded, whining with desire. Any stressful week that he had these days was usually ended with one of these bouts of fierce pegging. But this past week had been particularly difficult for him, so it stood to reason that he would want more this time around. And if he wanted more, it was her wifely duty to give him just that. She thrust suddenly, driving the rest of the strap-on back through his clasping asshole. A surprised cry broke through the silence in the office, her husband forced forward by the rough motion. Not wanting to give him time to adjust, she started up a rhythm, pumping deep into his bowels, watching while he squirmed on the desk. The sound of repeated flesh-on-flesh contact rang out, complemented by his continued cries, melting into weak moans as she continued to rut into his presented ass. Her hands slid up his tensing back, assuming an assertive grip on his shoulders. She took advantage of the added leverage to make her thrusts harder and stronger, rocking him with a spirited effort, laughing at how he wailed. The clit stimulator began to work its magic again, sending thrilling sensations out over her body. Just as his submissiveness kicked up a notch each time she pegged him, she had also noticed that her stamina increased. The first time, she had not lasted long, but every time since she had gotten progressively more able to exert herself for a little while more. And although even now her muscles were starting to feel the strain, rivulets of sweat trickling down her frame, she resolved to keep going, to test her stamina yet again and extend it further for the next time. It was of course, an entirely altruistic and selfless motivation. One of her hands took a fistful of his hair and yanked back. He grunted meekly, his head bent back towards her. Another yank brought his mouth against hers in a rough kiss. The resultant moan from him was muffled by her lips, their tongues tangling quickly. Caught up in the mindless passion, her husband nuzzled against her, one hand splayed on the desk for additional balance, the other thrown back onto one of her thighs. She broke their kiss to nip at his neck. Her other arm slid across his chest to bring him closer, secure in her embrace, juddered by her still pumping hips. Her lips dragged up to his earlobe, trapping it between her teeth, feeling him quiver at the light and playful stimulation. The wet material of his shirt, inundated with his sweat, rubbed delightfully at her hard nipples, swirling with the continued rubbing against her clit from the stimulator built into the strap-on. The hand that had been twined in his hair moved, acting on a hunch, and dipped down his figure to wrap around his cock, surging again. "Are you hard again?" she murmured softly into his ear. "Uh-huh," he whined, nuzzling back mindlessly into her embrace. "You really love it when I fuck your ass, huh?" "Uh-huh...so much...you fuck me so good." She giggled at his wide-eyed adoration. "If only your employees could see you now. I'm sure some of the guys would trade places with you just to get a chance to fuck me...I wonder how they'd feel if they knew our little arrangement." He groaned, her hand coaxing his cock back towards its full length. "Maybe one day I'll come in earlier and fuck you in here with the door wide open. See how your employees react. I'd just bend you over the desk; they'd probably pretend not to watch. Judging you while they imagine being you. Wondering how good it must be if the boss is so eager for it." She kissed affectionately at his neck. At the feeling of her lips, he canted his head to the side, exposing more flesh, her mouth trailing along the vulnerable swath, sucking and nipping. "Or maybe I'll take you over the hood of your car, fuck you in the parking lot first thing in the morning, let everyone coming in get a good look at me riding your ass. How's that sound?" His mindless whine made her giggle again. She had learned that she could say anything to him in these moments, and he would react in such a way. Admittedly, she did not know if he was actually listening to the specific words, or if he was just reacting to the sound of her voice. Given how submissive he could be, perhaps he did enjoy the idea of her taking him front of his subordinates, letting them see his other side. Her hand stroked along his cock, feeling it pulse, straining in her grip. Kissing again at his neck, she coordinated between that hand and the strap-on, making sure that the former was wrapped around the base of his shaft each time the latter was lodged entirely through his clasping asshole. The combination drove up his pleasure relentlessly. His moans fell constantly, her name mixed in there. Ordinarily, his refractory period was at least an hour. But she had found out that her furious thrusts striking deep again and again, crashing right against his prostate, would trigger another orgasm very soon after the previous. She kept up the assault, relishing every little sound that he made, the breathless gasps, the hoarse moans, the excited squeals. Her hand worked just as diligently, driving him closer to a second climax, just as another one beckoned for her. Wanting to stave off hers for now, she slammed deep into his innards, holding herself there, jerking quicker along his cock. His second orgasm burst forth, splattering onto the desk, a few stray strands catching her hand. Making sure that he had plenty of stimulation throughout the ecstasy, she rotated her hips, putting pressure on his prostate, smirking at the overwhelmed moans that spilled from him. Her hand kept up the strokes, milking him for every drop of semen. When he was finished, there was a glaze across her fingers, and a small puddle on the desk. The first mess was cleaned up when she teased those fingers against his lips. He licked and lapped at them, slurping up the cooling spunk, swallowing with loud and shameless gulps, shuddering as the musky flavor dominated his taste buds. The second mess was dealt with when she dragged him away from the desk with a quick pull on his hips, and then pushed his head down towards the puddle. He understood immediately what she wanted and ran his tongue across the semen-slicked wood. Another set of shudders ran through him from more of his own essence sliding down his throat to settle in his belly. It was quite the naughty sight to witness the boss licking his own spunk off what was essentially his seat of power. She kept his head down, making sure that he cleaned up every bit of what he had spurted forth, only relenting once the clinging semen was replaced by the shine of his saliva. Her own climax had been put on hold, but now that he was basking in the afterglow of his second orgasm, it was time to resume the drive to ecstasy. She pulled back, shaking her head in bemusement at his despairing whimper, and then turned that whimper into a moan with a deep thrust. The rhythm picked up again, her hips pumping steadily. The cheeks of his ass bounced hypnotically, drawing her attention, the hand that had been holding his head down now moving to land repeated spanks on the jiggling flesh. Each one made him squeal lustfully, those noises in turn provoking more of those treatment.   The pleasure again began to build. Her muscles tensed as she put all her remaining strength into fucking him. The sweat trickled down both of their bodies, creating a musky mix of scent. Her pussy was drenched with liquid arousal, the wetness provoked by the experience of once more sodomizing her husband. The climb to climax made her hips buck harder, upping the pace, sending that strap-on to the base into his bowels. He moaned lewdly, his asshole clutching to the plunging plastic. Her hands now both gripped at his hips, squeezing hard, letting her drive forward with less and less restraint. The long and deep strokes became sloppier as the pleasure rose to orgasm, the rhythm falling apart, just rough jabs into his guts, the clit stimulator mashing into that sensitive bud to finally trigger the climax. She cried out, her pussy seizing wetly, the pace stopping entirely. Body-wide shudders wracked her, accompanied by the fiery sensations. This time, he stayed still, peeking back over his shoulder to watch her as she luxuriated in the thrills. The cry that she had loosed calmed down into heavy breathing, which became soft purrs as she stumbled back, the strap-on sliding from his insides, that distended asshole twitching weakly. Luckily, his desk chair was right behind her, letting her drop into the padded leather with a long, drawn-out sigh. The afterglow suffused her with a formidable warmth. Before her, he remained unmoving, still waiting for instruction. Lisa took a few more moments to relax, lounging in his chair, watching as his asshole began the process of closing back up. "Hey," she called out after those moments, leaning forward to land a slap on his ass, "we're not done yet, come here to clean it." With an obedient coo, he turned smoothly, dropping to his knees before her. Her eyes fixed on him as he closed a hand around the length of plastic and leaned forward over it. The strap-on was treated to the affections of his wet mouth, sliding up and down the shaft to clean his own flavor off, slurping enthusiastically here and there where it was strongest. The tip of the head was the focal point of that service, her husband drawing it between his lips, sucking happily at the fake cock, glancing up to watch her watching him. "Yeah, that's good, make sure it's nice and clean..." Under that gaze, he cleaned off the strap-on, going from tip to base and back again several times, doing his best to make sure that her command was carried out. One of her hands landed on his head, stroking at his hair. "Good job," she purred, watching as he nuzzled against the agent of his own subjugation. His eyes again found hers, taking a few moments to slide down her front, gazing at her round breasts, covered in a sheen of sweat. There was an unspoken desire in those eyes at that sight, so she nodded meaningfully, giggling as he leapt to his feet, leaning forward to kiss and suck at her chest, supping on her musk. That mouth slid its way quickly up along her collarbone, leaving light pecks at her neck on the path to her mouth, meeting it in a tender kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, cradling him closer. Husband and wife stayed that way for a little while longer. Their lips were locked, their bodies squirming together, his cock rubbing against the strap-on. She leaned back, breaking their kiss to stare into his eyes. "You really needed that, huh?" He nodded, a slight smile quirking the edge of his mouth. "Yeah, I did. Thank you." Her own smile appeared to match his. "Anytime, babe." E  Now, I didn't normally date men younger than I but when you're a twenty-four years old unwed mother, good dates are scarce. On top of that, I got knocked up so young that I never attended a college prom -- like never - and when twenty-two year old Tom asked me to go to his senior prom, I accepted. Tom was a shy, quiet boy who worked as a bundle boy at my cash register in the supermarket. My mother was thrilled to learn that I had a date with a college boy and I was thrilled to be attending a college prom. Mom agreed to tend my two-year-old child overnight. I wore the same light blue strapless gown that I had worn to my high school prom six years earlier. A new petticoat restored its fullness. Tom bought me a beautiful orchid wrist corsage. He was dressed in a white tuxedo with a red cummerbund. We took pictures that I still cherish.. The evening was wonderful. Two bands kept us dancing until midnight. After the prom, six of us - three couples - went to a Chinese restaurant in Central City's Chinatown. It was my first trip to Central City at night and my first time to eat at a Chinese restaurant, ever. Although the youngest member of our party was my twenty-two year old date, none of us had more than one drink. In retrospect, budget constraints. It was during the after dinner conversation in the ladies room that the other two women, and I learned that all of our three men were virgins. None of us were virgin, but our men were. While there in the ladies room, we pledged to "un-virgin" them.. The other two couples drive home together. I never met any of them again. Tom and I drove home alone. On a quiet stretch of road I said, "Will you stop the car so I can get out and pee." The use of the word "pee" startled him such that I had to repeat the request. He stopped the car. I told him not to peek. I got out of the car, walked behind it, lifted my gown, lowered my panties, and peed in the street. No passing car came by to embarrass me. When I got back in the car, I asked him if he had peeked. He said, "No." I believe him. He was so shy. A short distance later he asked, "Can we stop somewhere and talk?" I knew he wasn't looking for conversation but I wanted his night to be as memorable as mine and I remembered my pledge to the other girls. I had no doubt in my mind that I could change his status as a virgin. "There is plenty of privacy in the far end of my driveway," I told him. We ultimately parked under a tree in my backyard. Thinking of my personal comfort while he fucked me, I said, "There's more room to sit and chat in the back seat." Quickly we were in the back seat. "May I have a kiss," he asked. I gave him a hug and a kiss. We sat back. The scarf I had worn to cover my shoulders became tangled in my arms. I draped it over the front seat. He leaned towards me for another kiss. As he put his arms around me his hand landed "accidently" on my breast. I pretended not to notice. We kissed a little more heavily. His hand explored my bare chest above my gown. His fingers dawdled at the top of my strapless gown. "You can pull lit down," I whispered as I took a breath between kisses. I was bare breasted before we finished the next kiss. He leaned back and looked at my breasts. "I've never seen a woman's tits before." "Haven't you ever felt up a girl's tits," I asked. "The girl I dated last year let me feel her up under her blouse but she never let me see them." "Did she let you do anything else?" "She let me feel her stomach and the hair she had in her panties." "What else did she let you do?" "She let me put my fingers in the hole between her legs." "Did you play with her clit?" "What's a clit?" "It's a little button in the front part of a girl's pussy that excites her." I could tell he was shocked by my use of the word "pussy." Without any further ado, I stripped naked. I was going to give this naïve collegian a lesson in female anatomy. "It's okay. You can look. You won't be struck blind," I assured him. "Wow. You're pretty," he said. I guided his hand to my crotch. "Put two of your finger inside me," I told him. He did. "Now feel around with your thumb. Do you feel that bump? That's my clit. Use your thumb to flick it around; to stimulate it." He kissed me ardently while he played with my clit. I think I was more excited that I taught him something than I was with the way he played with it. "Go in and out with your fingers while you play with my clit. Let your fingers explore my insides," I whispered in his ear. I took his hard-on out of his pants while he played in my pussy. He didn't resist. I guided his dick towards my opening. He resisted gently. His fingers left my vagina and caressed the runway between it and my anus. When he reached my asshole, his moist finger circled it over and over. It was tantalizing. No one had ever played with my asshole, especially like that. I was ready to scream when he finally entered it. Instead, I gave him a hard kiss and hug. It was then I felt his cum spilling onto my pussy. He came before I could get him into me. I failed in my mission to un-virgin him. We drifted off to sleep. It was daylight before we awoke. We had slept the night through. When he awoke, he said, "Oh, my mother will kill me. I was supposed to be home by two AM." The fright he felt of his mother had him almost in tears. He left for home. I went into the house. Monday, at the supermarket, the head cashier introduced me to a new bundle boy. When I asked where Tom was my boss answered, "He quit last Friday. He's going in the army." I haven't heard from or about Tom in the thirty years since that memorable evening. D  I looked at Holly. "Now that we're both 18..." She gave me a smile. "After the prom, Dan." "Where?" "My mom's house." "Just out of curiosity, why there?" "She wants to supervise." "Just because we're both virgins doesn't mean --" "I think it's more her being a helicopter mom. Once she's convinced that you know how to take my needs into account, she'll relax." I pulled my girlfriend of four years tightly against me and chastely kissed her cheek. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a very firm hug. "I think she knows me better than my own parents do, given how much time I've spent with you since meeting you." Holly's eyes smiled at me. "That was the first day of freshman year. We were put in the same English class." "And I couldn't tear my eyes away from the willowy blonde. Back then you didn't have much chest." "Now I have C-cups. You were so awkward trying to even speak to me." "Thankfully, you were OK with it, and eventually I managed to not stammer around you." "That's one of the things Mom likes about you. You're still kind of shy around me, and you let me set the pace." "You're still so beautiful, Holly, that I can't believe I've won your heart." "You flatterer, Dan. You're good-looking yourself." I blushed. "Almost as tall as I am, toned without being muscle-bound, very handsome face, and I love your short brown hair." She ran a hand through it, making me shiver. I was in fact almost as tall as my six-foot-one girlfriend, who weighed, in spite of her C-cups and not-totally-flat butt, just 147 pounds. My five-foot-ten frame had enough muscles on it to make me weigh 168. Neither Holly or I had any excess fat. "I'm the luckiest high school senior in town," I grinned, kissing Holly's cheek again. "And I'm looking forward to making you very happy after the prom." "That's one of the things I like most about you, Dan. Always making sure Holly's needs are taken into account. I couldn't ask for a more considerate boyfriend for my daughter." I blushed deeply. "Before you ask, I heard *all* of your conversation just now." I blushed even more deeply. "I hope --" "You didn't say a word out of place, Dan. Relax. Now I suggest you two love birds go back to my house with me and study. You're both so close to escaping high school and it would be a shame to stumble at the finish line." Holly and I passed our exams easily, getting the results the night before prom. Now we really had something to celebrate. "You look stunning, Holly." Her elegant blue dress showed off her lean, tall figure without being the slightest bit slutty. I'd never felt more in love with her. "You look very nice, Dan." I didn't have to rent a tux, as my father had had something suitable. He and I were just about the same size. It was in fact what he had worn to his senior prom. The girl who would become my mother and who had been dating Dad for three years had thought he looked stunning in it. 23 years later, they were still a happy couple. "You two have fun dancing." "We will, Miss Greene." "I'll be fine, Mom." The music started off with a few fast songs, and Holly and I twirled our way through them. Then came the slower, more romantic stuff. Slow-dancing wasn't what I was as good at, but I didn't embarrass myself. And having Holly so close was certainly not something to complain about. We kissed several times. Around 9:30, we headed back to her mom's house. "Did you two enjoy yourselves?" "Yes, we did." "Are you ready?" "Yes, we are." Holly's mom took up a supervisory position in the corner of Holly's room, while Holly and I slowly and carefully removed our clothes and hung them up. Holly's bra and panties, and my boxers, ended up on the floor. We climbed onto Holly's bed and started by holding each other. "Kiss me, Dan." I placed my lips against Holly's, and after a moment, we allowed our tongues to probe each other's mouths. "Mmmmmm." We broke the lip-lock, and I carefully kissed my way to Holly's neck. When I tentatively nibbled at her flesh, she shivered. I felt Holly's arms wrap around me, and I continued to nuzzle and kiss at the boundary between her neck and shoulder. After a minute or two, Holly moved my head. "I think you should try kissing my chest." I slowly traced a zigzag pattern with my lips from her neck to her upper chest. and Holly's soft purrs indicated that I was keeping her happy. "Trail your tongue gently through her cleavage." I had almost forgotten that Holly's mom was still present. I did exactly as she instructed. Holly's breathing seemed to deepen. "Now kiss your way slowly up her breasts." I lifted one of Holly's globes and kissed my way in a helix from the base to the nipple, then treated her other breast the same way. Without being prompted, I then placed my lips over Holly's nipple and extended my tongue to touch the tip. "Mmmmm," Holly murmured. "Keep going." I suckled with more intensity. Holly's arms secured my head against her chest. I wrapped my own arms around my loving girlfriend and placed them on her butt, very softly groping her. I made sure to switch back and forth between her nipples. After a few minutes of that, I disengaged my mouth and rotated my body 180 degrees. I kissed and caressed Holly's calves, while she did the same for me. We slid our bodies a bit so we could kiss each other's thighs. We were both kind of lying on our sides as we did so. Holly lifted her leg and placed it over my neck, giving her a scissors grip. "Be careful not to crush his neck." "Okay, Mom." As I carefully kissed and caressed Holly's perfect thighs, her body began shivering. I could feel the little pulses of pleasure shooting through her skin. And she was having the same effect on me. We shifted position again, and Holly half rolled over, leaving me underneath her. Her slit pressed against my lips. I ran my tongue along it, tasting her. "Mmmmm." One of her hands was stroking my pole. I gasped slightly. Her other hand was teasing my balls. I touched my tongue to her clit. She let out a lustful cry and pressed down more firmly,. My tongue found its way between her folds and I began licking, tasting her juice directly from the source. Holly moaned and her body trembled as I continued to tongue her. I felt her lean forward. Then her tongue flickered over the head of my rod, and I was in heaven. I drove my own tongue deeper inside Holly. "Don't stop, Dan..." I sped my tongue up and Holly's mouth took in the top third of my pole. Between her tongue and the movement of her hands, stimulating my shaft and balls, I was getting very turned on. I kept working her, and her legs tightened around my head. A gusher of warm fluid squirted onto my face. I gulped down what I could and licked up as much as possible off her skin as she trembled violently. Holly, after a moment, regained control of her body. She lifted herself up and gave me a soft smile. "I got the five-year shot last month." "Does that mean...?" "Exactly what you think it means." With that, Holly slowly lowered her very wet box downwards onto my pecker. I was expecting some resistance, but there didn't seem to be any. "She used one of my toys yesterday to break her hymen. That way this part will be pure pleasure." Holly was very tight. I lay still and watched as she carefully finished lowering herself down, leaving my full length inside her. "Lie still and let her set the pace." I did exactly that, moving my hands to Holly's hips to help her keep her balance as she slid slowly up and down. Every time she slid down, her internal muscles would tighten around my pole. It felt incredible. My breath turned into a series of moans. "Why don't you kiss my breasts?" Holly leaned forward, and I secured a nipple in my mouth. She was moving faster now, her long legs locking around my hips. I felt my body starting to stiffen up. "Go ahead and fill me up." Holly's body was shuddering again as she rode me and I suckled her nipple. She used her internal muscles to try and actively milk my cock. When she climaxed, screaming loud enough to wake the dead in the process, I fely the cum surge through my shaft and start jetting into her. We both violently shuddered and then collapsed, Holly lying on top of me, as we tried to recover. "Bravo. I don't think I'll need to supervise in the future." We looked at Holly's mom. One hand was between her legs. "But I might watch anyway." Holly rolled off me, and the two of us waited a few more minutes before we decided to clean up in the shower... I  I always try my best not to dissatisfy or anger Daddy. I was in a really bad mood for some reason. He text me at lunch time to tell me he'd be home at six and I was to have dinner ready. I was to be kneeling in my usual spot when he got there. Things didn't go as planned. I was late to get dinner started so everything else fell out of line. I started to get nervous about not being ready but my mood quickly changed again. I felt frustrated and lost. I didn't know why and it was pissing me off. It was quarter to 6 and dinner wasn't ready. I was a mess. I went into my room to remove my clothes so at least I'd be ready for him when he came in. I laid down on my bed for a minute. I was lost in thought. I was startled and jumped off the bed when I heard my bedroom door slam open. Daddy was standing there. A stern angry look on his face, it terrified me. I quickly tried to scurry to the kitchen to finish dinner but Daddy had already turned the stove off. I walked towards the living room. He caught my arm and gripped it tightly. He led me to the middle of the floor. I stood there with tears streaming down my face. I started to speak but Daddy stopped me. His anger was so clear on his face. He began to strip my clothes off. He piled them on the floor. He wrapped his hand in my hair as he pushed me to my knees. He walked to his room and returned with handcuffs. He brought my arms behind me. I knelt as I sobbed quietly with my head down. I've angered Daddy and it hurt to see him like that. He sat in his chair as he ignored me. He picked up his phone and ordered a pizza for dinner. He walked into the kitchen to retrieve a beer and came back to sit in his chair. Being ignored by Daddy is the worst thing ever. It's been over a half hour now and I rested my head on my shoulder. The crying had worn me out. The knock on the door startled me and I straightened my body back up. He rose from his chair and headed to the door to open it. The delivery guy handed him the pizza and he set it on the table. He told the guy to come in while he got the money out of his wallet. He walked in and was surprised to see me as I knelt there with no clothes on. I would not dare try to cover myself and anger Daddy even more. He handed him the money and thanked him. He walked out as he looked back the entire time. Daddy let him in on purpose to embarrass me. He closed the door and sat down with the pizza. He ate and drank his beer. Daddy always waited at least an hour before he began my punishment so he'd have time to calm down and think about what I deserve. After he finished he got up and walked into the bedroom. Daddy's gone for about ten minutes before he came back in. He was holding the flogger in one hand and the crop in the other. I knew I had to take my punishment for displeasing him. He reached down and pulled me to my feet. He removed the cuffs and took me to his bed. I climbed on the bed and positioned face down with my arms and legs stretched as far as they'd go. Within seconds I felt the harsh sting of the crop, blow after blow across my backside. From my legs all the way up my neck, I felt the burn on my skin from it. I cried into the bed so the sound was muffled, I stayed as still as possible but my body trembled. All I heard him say was "flip", I quickly turned my body to carefully position on my heated and painful backside. I turned my head to face away from him, my body spread out again. Quickly the leather made contact with my skin again and my tears slithered down my face. Once daddy's satisfied with using the crop he set it down and sat beside me to give me a drink of water. He set the glass back down and guided me off the bed and stood me I placed my hands behind my head with my legs spread apart as far as I can. Daddy picked up the flogger and started at my thighs, the blows harder than usual. My knees weakened but I stood tall as I felt the leather straps crash across my ass, my back. He moved around to the front of me and started at my breasts and worked his way down my body. The flogger whipped through the air and between my legs several times. I was in pain but also turned on. I couldn't let that show. As I sobbed uncontrollably, knowing all to well that I deserved my punishment. Daddy means the world to me and I've disappointed him, that's the worst feeling in the world. Once Daddy is was satisfied with my punishment he walked me into the bathroom and ran a cool bath and helped me into it. I soaked for a little bit and daddy walked me to his bed. He layed me down and applied salve to the welts on my body. No matter the punishment Daddy always took care of me after. He left the room and came back with a glass of juice and some pizza for me, I took no time to finish it. When I was done he picked me up and carried me to my bed. I never get to sleep with Daddy after a punishment and that hurts more than the punishment itself. He set me down in bed and kissed my cheek. I looked up at him, "thank you for my punishment Daddy." He left the room and closed the door. I laid there thinking to myself that Daddy punishes me because he cares so deeply, if he didn't he wouldn't bother. The next morning I woke and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast for him. Just as I finished he walked out and poured some coffee. He sat at the table as I gave him his food. I went to leave but he gripped my arm and pulled me into his lap. His hands reached down between my legs. His fingers roamed and dipped into my pussy. He softly bit my neck as his fingers fucked me. He pulled them out and they glistened with my moisture. I was gently pushed out of his lap and bent over the kitchen table. His hand wrapped through my hair yanking my head back. He guided his hard cock and with one thrust he was deep inside me. I let out a muffled cry as daddy pounded away at me. His hand slid to my throat wrapping it around. His grip was tighter than usual. My moans echoed through the kitchen. He thrust deep and let out a growl as I felt his juices drain inside me. His body collapsed on mine as he rested. After a minute he stood and turned me towards him. Daddy kissed me. He raised my chin to look me in the eyes as he said, "don't ever disobey me again my little one!" I replied, "I promise I won't daddy." We all know that will never happen though. Some little girls like to be punished! C  I could see my boyfriend walking toward the gate on a hot sunny day after he had finished work. We were both planning on Playing video games for the afternoon and to relax in the air conditioning. Sitting on his balcony I was able to view his arrival while I was talking to his house mate as I waited for him to make his way through the security gates and up the stairs. I heard his keys rustle and the screen door followed by the wooden door unlock and open. He came in and I saw him look at me with his always cheeky smile and adorable as fuck dimples. Still in his work clothes, a black button up shirt with a company logo on the pocket and a pair of blue jeans. I knew I was horny but I wanted to give us both time to play our games to not crowd each other. I have only just begun to stay at his place so wanting to ensure personal space is observed. He joins me and his housemate on the balcony and we have a cigarette together. His housemate drew out one of his tailor made cigarettes as my boyfriend and I roll out own. His housemate had to excitedly show him a clip from a new anime he had been watching. My boyfriend was very keen to see this and they both gathered around the housemates phone to watch. I left the two on the balcony and went inside and started to load steam. I wasn't sure what I wanted to play. I was still in chat windows with my friends when he entered his bedroom and lay in front of his computer. His bed is in direct view from where I am set up on the dining table. His computer is only ever in his room if he has been watching porn and too lazy to move it after. I did wonder what kind of porn he had been watching. It turns me on to hear what he enjoys and sometimes I will even watch the same kind of porn he does just for the inspiration. He was laying there with the door open and loaded Adventure Communist. I passed through the bedroom to use the ensuite. While I was in there I heard the door close and the unmistakable sound of his jeans coming off. When I came out he was laying with a blanket over him and just playing the game with full focus toward the computer. I decided to give him a cuddle. I wrapped my arm over him and was stroking his chest hair. Tangling my fingers through the curls as he was explaining what was going on in the game. My hands were then acting as though they were no longer a part of what ever my thought path was at the time and began to widen the areas I was stroking. Making my way up his chest and down his stomach. Eventually my hands found their way to the pubic line and to that line where the leg meets the hip. Tracing my fingers around I deliberately was avoiding the heat in his crotch. I could feel this intensifying though and while my hands begun this on their own, I was now making deliberate moves to tease the hell out of him. The closer my hand drifted toward the unmistakable heat of his erection the more aroused I became. He rolled back to enjoy the teasing a little and I instructed him to roll back over and keep playing the game he was playing. He did as he was instructed for about 30 seconds and then turned around and kissed me. This was one of those kisses that ended with him biting my bottom lip firmly enough for my eyes to water. My eyes often water during sex with him and I have to say, I really enjoy it. I continued to stroke him and my hand accidentally touched his hard cock. I looked at him and told him that it was not to occur yet but feeling that had made my clit throb a little. I pulled back as he watched me and removed my shirt. As my shirt came off he saw my exposed nipples and immediately attached on to bite them firmly, again my eyes watered but He is very aware of how much this turns me on. As he released I pulled back and quickly removed my skirt to reveal I was not wearing any underwear (pre-condition of entry to his bedroom is that I do not wear underwear). I begin to rub my clit in front of his face and reach over to our toy drawer and pull out our favourite dildo. I press is against my hole and it just slides in with ease. It was hungry. As I begin fucking myself with it I moved my tongue over my boyfriends sensitive nipples and gave them a little bite. Using my tongue I begun to circle the path my hand had taken just before until finally slipping my tongue along his cock and firmly sucking the tip, ensuring to just flick underneath the foreskin where his head is the most sensitive. He flinched and moaned. I recoiled and glided my tongue just above his pubic hair and then along the line again where the leg and hip meet. I allowed my tongue to pass by his balls though and gave them a gentle suck on the way through as I made my way to the other side. He watching me also thrust the dildo in and out. At this stage I begun to get very desperate and was wanting to fuck but I also wanted to tease the fuck out of him so I decided it was time for my mouth to give attention to his cock. I climbed between his lags crouched on my knees, allowing the dildo to stand straight up on the bed so I could rock myself on it as my mouth explored his cock. My mouth wrapped around one of his balls and gently suckled, his moan as this happened ran through me and I rocked a little faster against the dildo and my mouth switched to the other. I didn't tease too long before I ran my tongue up the shaft of his cock and slid my mouth over engulfing his entire length. Using my free hand I cupped his balls and gently fondled at them as my mouth raised to the tip. He continued moaning, with each movement on his cock my body was moving against the flesh coloured dildo. Using my tongue I pushed his foreskin back further, removed my hand from his balls and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. My hand now gently stroking the shaft and keeping the skin pulled back. My tongue went to work on the tip. Licking the underside of the tip and swirling around to the back, Using my tongue flat firmly licking. Each time I swirled around I felt his cock running along my lips and judging by his moans, this was turning him on. As excess amount of saliva helping the movements slip to easily. I removed my hand and he begun to try to thrust into my mouth, usually he is in control but I pulled back. I advised him no. I proceeded to however push my mouth over his cock, I could feel as it was sliding partially into my throat. He moaned and fell backwards. At this stage I begun to bob up and down on his cock, pressing my tongue against the shaft, raising me head with each bob to be able to have my mouth firmly suck the tip and make it's way back down the shaft over and over. I pulled back and told him "I want to fuck, I can't wait any longer." Making my way back up his chest and nibbling at his nipples again I continued to fuck myself with the dildo as I made my way up. I kissed him and asked "Do you want to taste my nipples?" He eagerly agreed and I raised further up and pressed a breast to his willing mouth. He immediately wrapped his teeth around it and begun to flick it with his tongue. As I was still fucking myself my moans were becoming uncontrollably loud. He bit down a little more firmly and I squealed slightly. I was too horny to continue this and pulled the dildo out and pressed myself against his cock. I was just rubbing against him to begin with but my wet pussy guided itself to have him slide in. I began to ride him. My nipples wanted attention though as I rode him, I grabbed the clamps and put them on. The chain dangled down and pulled them slightly. "Oh fuck" I called, it feels so fantastic. I picked the chain up and placed it between his teeth as I held his arms back and continued to ride him. With each thrust the chain pulled, as he moaned as well he would rock his head back, causing my nipples to stretch a little bit, oh wow this hurt but in the right ways. I kissed him with the chain in his mouth and rocked back again to feel that pull. I then kissed him again picking the chain up with my tongue and rocking my head back as far as I could to allow him to watch me do this to myself. I fucked him and swapped the chain between our mouths a few times before I leant over and told him, "I want you you finger fuck the hell out of me." I pulled myself off him and he did as instructed and slid his fingers into my eager cunt. As this happened I took my mouth back to his cock. He knew I could taste myself there and loves to see me suck my juices off him. I kept it slow to keep him aroused but not wanting him to cum yet. My tongue knowing his cock well still pressed against all the places that he would react the best to. His moans were tantalising and I could not help myself. "I want you to cum in my ass as I fuck this dildo again I told him." "Though you are going to make me squirt first." He smiles with a cheeky smile, knowing he is the only one who has ever been able to make me squirt and how desperately I want it. His fingers started to increase speed as he rocked them against that one spot. He does this like an artist. He knows exactly what he is doing. It only takes a few moments before I can feel myself building up and my cries become louder.. He continues at it as he loves to see it as much as I want it to happen. A wave begins to wash over me as my body is rocking into his fingers. I begin to climax and he can feel the moisture build even further until the point liquid begins to spray over his hand and down my legs. The mess left on the bed is just another unmistakable sex stain. I throw him the lube and tell him my ass also needs a little attention before he can fuck it. He withdraws his fingers for a second to open the lube and place some on the fingers of his other hand. He returns his fingers to my very sensitive cunt though without being told. He goes back to the same spot but rubs a bit more gently, knowing how easily I will climax now. He then presses a wet slippery finger against my ass. I feel it slide in, never comfortable for that first moment but after about 5 seconds I find myself rocking between his hands. He inserts another slippery finger into my ass and watches as I fuck his fingers. I am sitting vertically an arching my back, I reach down and stroke my clit which automatically causes all of my muscles to tighten around his fingers and for me for fuck more furiously. I pick the chain up from the clamps and place the between my teeth so they could be pulled firmly, I tilted my head back to pull on the chain as I was fucking his hand. The pain shot through my nipples at which point I was over the edge. I dropped the chain which caused another shot of pain through my nipples and I climaxed right at this moment. I did not squirt as much but I came so hard my boyfriend exclaimed I nearly broke his fingers. At this point he took control and pushed me down, my ass was in the air and he pushed the rest of my body against the bed so tits were completely pressed against the bed, my nipples were aching and pressing me down caused that pain to shoot a little more through me as I felt the tip of his cock pressing into my tight asshole. I heard his moan as he pressed in, as he slid himself in he grabbed a hold of my hair very firmly and instructed me to slide the dildo into myself. It is not easy and I can feel myself quite stretched between the two holes and so filled. I almost came as the dildos length was engulfed. He began to slowly stroke and first and I followed the same pace with my hand holding the dildo. In and out. My moans were becoming too loud so he grabbed me by the throat and begun to choke me. He knows all of the moves to make me cum with ease. He knows I can cum over and over and he knows this will cause me to cum again. I feel a rush and tingle in my head as he grips rather tight and his strokes increase in speed, I can feel the throbbing of his cock and I know he wants to cum. He tells me to cum, I immediately focus on the thrust of the dildo and his cock sliding in and out of my ass and tighten up around everything. I can feel that his cock is going to cum at any second, I had planned to be able to take this into more positions than this but wanted him to cum so badly at this point. I clenched at near point of passing out and came, he released my throat and as I gasped for air, he kept me firmly pressed down telling me that he could feel the thrusting of the dildo in my pussy through my ass and that it was so tight he could not hold on any longer. I am always surprised by how hard you think a cock is and then how hard it actually becomes before cumming. I felt that extra hard cock now thrusting fast and faster as he told me to ensure to keep up with this dildo. It only took a moment before I felt the him squirting into my ass. He continued to stoke until he had completely drained himself and pulled himself out. I went to remove the dildo but he said "Not yet, I want to see you cum again." He laid back on the bed and I raised to my knees and opened my legs toward him to allow him the best view. I began to slowly increase the speed of the dildo, Pressing it further and further in. Nearing having nothing left to grip to actually be able to fuck myself. I could still grip it however and ferociously continued to feed my hungry pussy. He was watching very happily and stroking his chest at the time, he told me I have to cum again now. I was hyper sensitive and on the edge, he knew I could cum in a second if I wanted to or if he told me to which is why he told me to. He grabbed a hold of my sensitive clamped nipple and begun to twist at it. I cried out and came again. Naked, spent, sweaty, feeling lube in my ass and cum dripped from my ass, I removed the dildo and crashed down over my lover. "Oh fuck that was amazing." I told him. He smiled again with a cheeky as fuck grin and tells me how he still can't believe he has found someone who enjoys sex to the extent he does. I remove the clamps and We begin to discuss sexual fantasies for a short while before we both fall asleep, my fingers tangling themselves in his chest hair at the time and his hand groping my ass. K  You sent me to the adult video store and told me to wait for you in the last booth at the very back. I was wearing a straight black skirt, high heels, thigh highs, a silk t-shirt, lace bra, and a jacket. As I walked to the back, several men turned to look at me, and I felt a little afraid that they might follow me. You had given me rather strange instructions to follow. I was to go inside the booth, leave the door open, and put the blindfold on, and to remain standing until I received further instructions. You also said to only act when I heard the words "Hello, Cunt" whispered in my ear, and to do exactly as I was told. I entered the booth, put on the blindfold, and faced the open doorway. I waited for what seemed like 15 minutes then I sensed that someone had entered the room. I felt someone close to me then I heard a male voice whisper "Hello Cunt. Slide your panties down to your knees." I reached underneath my skirt and slide my panties down to just above my knees. When I rose back up, the man had left the room. A few moments later I heard someone enter the room again, then a male voice whispered "Hello Cunt. Put your right hand on my shoulder and raise each foot when I tell you to." I reached out and found the man's shoulder and held onto it. Then I felt his fingers brush against my leg as he slowly slide my panties down to my ankles. "Right." I raised my right foot off the floor and he slid the panties over my shoe. "Left." I raised my left foot l and he removed them, stood up, and left the room. "Hello, Cunt." Another voice whispered. "Open your mouth." As I slowly opened my mouth, I felt him stuffing something inside and I tried to spit it out. "Wider." I forced myself to relax and breath through my nose. I opened my mouth wider and he finished pushing what I now knew were my panties into my mouth. I was struggling not to panic as I was not accustomed to being gagged, when another man stepped into the room. "Hello Cunt. Clasp your hands behind your back." I did as I was told then he slid his hands under my jacket, reached around behind me and unhooked my bra. He reached up and pulled my jacket off my shoulders and halfway down pining my upper arms against my sides. He reached up, grabbed the front of my shirt and bra with one hand and pulled down while the other hand lifted my breasts out until they were completely exposed. This continued as another man bound my wrists together, then another turned me around and had me bend over at the waist, then another came in, slid my skirt up exposing my bare bottom, and told me to spread my legs. Each time someone entered the booth, I heard the words "Hello, Cunt." After the last man left and I was trying my best to maintain the position I had been left in. I heard someone else enter the booth. I felt warm air caressing the side of my neck as the person exhaled softly. Strong fingers slid up the back of my head until he had established a nice firm grip. Then he pulled me up and back until I was leaning against his chest. "Hello...Cunt." The words came out in a slow, southern drawl that reminded me of wrap around porches, lemonade, Cuban cigars, humid afternoons, and the gentle breeze that dries the perspiration from your skin. This voice was different than the others and instinctively I knew it was you. As your breath continued to caress my skin, and your hand grip my hair, I felt your other hand wrap around my throat. You applied light pressure to the sides and I began to feel slightly euphoric. After a few moments you released your grip, and moved around in front of me. You put your hands on my arms and slowly lowered me down into a kneeling position. I heard you unzip your pants, then a felt something soft caress my cheek. You reached down and slowly pulled my saliva soaked panties out of my mouth, and quickly replaced them with the head of your cock. You gripped the back of my head again and pushed your cock deep into my mouth. I had no control over what was happening and once again I had to force myself to relax and accept the newest violation of my mouth. You tightened your grip on my hair and began slowly fucking my mouth. As you picked up the pace, your thrusts went deeper until I could feel the head of your cock pressing against the back of my throat. I struggled to take all of you and to control my urge to gag. Somehow I managed to relax and began to enjoy the feeling of your cock violating my mouth. I lost track of time but at some point I felt your cock stiffen, you moaned, and your hot cum began spilling into the back of my throat. You finished by pulling out and letting some of your cum fall onto my tits. You lifted me up from the floor, straightened up my clothes, and sat me down on the bench. Then You leaned down and whispered in my ear "Goodbye, Cunt." Then I heard the door close behind you. I sat there for several minutes before I removed the blindfold. I stood up, straightened myself up as best I could, then I opened the door to the booth and stepped out. As I walked towards the front, men turned to look at me, some of them smiled, and I could feel myself blushing. I had no idea which of these men had participated in this activity nor would I ever know. The thought of this made me extremely wet. When I reached my car, I found a single red poppy on the hood of my car lying on a small bed of green grass. I knew that the flower and the grass were significant in some way. The last thing I remember was picking up the poppy and sweeping the grass into my hand, because Something told me that it held just as much meaning as the poppy. I couldn't stop thinking about the poppy and the grass on my way home. Finally I pulled over, picked up my phone and Goggled "list the meanings of flowers". The Red Poppy symbolizes Pleasure, the Grass symbolizes Submission. Publication Date: May 9th 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-jc4224ca91ec3a5

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Aaliyah Gilliard, Aaliyah Gilliard What Happens In The Dark By QveenErotica Dedication : Based On Real Life Events.. Sometimes What Happens In The Dark I Lie In My Bed Texting My Hunk Of A Boyfriend.. Hes Speaking These Sweet Soft Words To Me Making Me Kind Of Horny And Slightly "Moist" In My Feminine Area.. I Get The Certan Urge That I Need A Little Pleasure, But Theres A Problem.. I Share A Room With My Sister And Shes Wide Awake. I Text Him For About An Hour Longer Getting Wetter And Wetter Anticipating The Touch Of My Own Fingers Tickeling The Walls Of My Tight Wet Pussy .. I Look Over To My Sister And Shes Asleep.. I Sigh With Relief And Turn Out The Lights..  Clicking Of Kik And Onto The App Marked  Web I Type In  pornhub.com  And Make My Way To A Porno That Intrigues Me.. I Then Click The Link And Watch About Ten Seconds Of It Before I Feel A Tingly Sensation On My Clit And Im Soaking My Panties, My Sit Dripping Wet With My Juices.. I Slightly Push My Hands Into My Underwear.. Not Even Watching The Porno Thats Playing Onn The Phone Anymore.. Instead Its Lying On My Stomach And Im Just Listening To The Sound Of The Womans Moans And The Mans Quick, Deep Breaths.. I Start To Rub My Fingers Over My Clit And Feel The Friction.. Heating Up I Feel A Tingle On My Clit And A Shock Shoot Up My Spine.. I Use My Other Hands And Grab The Sheets Above My Head.. Putting It On My Head And Grasping My Hair With A Tight Grip.. I Slip Two Fingers.. Then Three.. Into My Soaking Wet Pussy.. Letting Out Soft Moans.. My Mind Races With Pictures Of Me And My Boyfriend Having Rough Sex And I Start To Picture His Beautiful Warm Body On Mine. I Start To Shake Feeling A Big Wave Of Shock Go From My Clit And Through My Body As Cum Pours Out Of My Dripping Whole.. I Let Out A Slight Whisper.. Not Meaning To But Saying My Boyfriends Name "Markell".. I Turn Off The Porno Clear My History And Text My Boyfriend While Trying To Catch My Breath..  'Baby Im Tired.. Ill Talk To You In The AM.. Gn.. Love You'  And With That I Roll Over On My Side And Fall Asleep.. Text: Aaliyah Gilliard Images: Google Editing: Aaliyah Gilliard Translation: Aaliyah Gilliard All rights reserved. Publication Date: September 12th 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-wjbbcd84d8d4f55

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James Thomas My Darkest Desires (A Collection of Hot Short Stories) This book is dedicated to all the kinky guys and gals out there, who love getting down and dirty. XD Lone Winter's Night She stood at the door, looking over at the freshly falling snow. The moon was bright enough you could see the tree animals’ eyes glowing. It had been months since she saw any one. Her "kidnapper" kept her in this secluded cabin in the mountains. He would come once a day, to "sleep" with her. She wanted to run each time, but the chain around her ankle remind her that she was unable to run.    She stood at the door, waiting for her chance to run. She worked enough, while he was gone, to make a device that would allow her to pick the lock. She kept enough food hidden, that she could survive a few nights in the cold, snowy grounds. And with each night, the snow would fall covering her tracks.    The highway wasn't far from the cabin. She could make it to the highway with in one day's travel, but she would have to wait till he left to be able to run. He wouldn't be back till the next day, which gave her plenty of time to disappear. He would come long enough to "mate" with her than leave.    Standing in the door way, she could hear a set of foot prints in the distance. "It had to be him. It had to be" she thought to herself as she closed the door, racing to the bedroom. She hid her tool, to help her escape under a loose floor board. She sat on the bed, looking at the door. Her heart raced. She wanted to be free, but she wanted to be safe. The footsteps got closer, she could hear the porch creaking. Breathing softly she laid against the bed, closing her eyes.    "Aleera..."   the voice said as the door opened. It was a voice she hadn't heard in a long time. She sprang up from the bed, opening her eyes.   "Vlad..."   she whispered as she looked at him. Tears streaming down her face. She leaped of the bed running, well more like walking towards him, as quickly as she could. She leaped in his arms, as he held her close. Kissing her neck softly, before pressing his lips against hers. She smiled softly as he shut the door behind him.    "Vlad, I though...I though..."   she tried to make the words come up, but they were stuck in her throat. He kissed her softly as she placed her down. He bent down looking at the metal silver cuff around her right ankle. She looked down at him.   "Its silver love. I try not to think about it, the pain is too much."   Vlad bent down kissing her chard skin as he broke it off, crumbling it in his hands.    For the first time in months, she was able to move her ankle freely. She smiled at him, as he stood, pressing himself against her. He kissed her tenderly and deeply. He forced her to walk back as he laid her down on the bed. Moving a small strand of hair from her face, he smiled at her softly. He kissed her ever so gently as he rubbed his thumb against her cheek. He pulled from there kiss, he looked deeply into her eyes. He moved his hand, not making so much as a blinking motion, pulling at her long nightgown, she wore.   Moving his hands down her side, he traced the line of her nightgown, to discover, she wore nothing underneath. Aleera biting her lip softly, she looked at him.   "He made sure I could wear panties. He said it took too long, to push aside for him to feed."   Vlad looked at her as he, finally broke his gaze upon her looking at her inner thigh. She wasn't his sex slave, like he had thought, but he was feeding off of her. Vlad fell to the side of her looking at her.   "He...was feeding off of you."   he whispered holding her close to him.    She laid her head on his chest.   "Yes, because he said, my blood was like liquid gold to him, to keep him young."   Vlad pulling her so close to him, that he was back on top of her, pressing hard against her.   "My sweet girl, being used like that."   he smiled as he pressed hard against her. He stood for a moment. She could see, the pain in his eyes. He ran his hand down her side, as he grabbed a hold of her shirt. Pulling hard, he heard it rip, as it feel to the floor, in pieces. His dark side was showing.    Moving his hand down softly, he kissed her against before raising both hand above her head. "CLICK....CLICK..." she heard. Her wrist felt the coldness of the cuffs against her skin. He slowly released his hand from his as he managed to take off his shirt and pants, wearing nothing under. He smiled at her softly as he mounted her. Forcing her legs open, his massive cock, 7 inches, played softly with her entrance. Moving her hip, Aleera closed her eyes. She pulled against her restrains as he pushed hard, his cock, entering her nicely wet pussy. He whispered softly, as he moved is hips back and forth, deeper and harder inside of her.   "Mm...Your pussy is more wonderful to me, than your blood is."    She took deep breaths as she felt his cock, deep inside her pussy, pounding against her G-spot, making her body shake. She looked up at him, her eyes fixed on his. He moved faster, harder as he pulled his cock, in and out. Her juices flowing from her. He kissed her lips softly as she reached her moment. Cumming so hard, squirting against him, she moaned loudly,   "Ahh...fuck....oh fuck...”   she managed to moan out.    He looked down at her, kissing her softly. Pushing deeper inside of her, his cum, shooting deep inside of her. She screamed loudly as she felt it. He pulled out of her as he bent down, his fangs sinking deep into her thigh. She made a screaming noise. He lifted up his head, blood dripping from his mouth. He smiled at her as he unhooked her restraints.   "Mm...I guess I need to be more inviting the next time I come."   he whispered as he got his clothing on, looking at her. He placed the silver around her leg.   "Mm...Next time, I may make you vampire, but for now...human is what I leave you."   he kissed her fore head, turning he walked to the door.   "I shall see you tomorrow night."   he whispered softly, leaving the door wide open, her sit sitting on the bed, in shock at what just happened. My Fantasy (Female PoV) It was early in the morning and I had gotten up to fix breakfast. I was wearing nothing but a tee-shirt. It was very baggy and long. My hair was in its messy bun, as always. I had the music dancing around the kitchen, with a big bowl of pancake mix. I enjoyed cooking, no matter who it was for. I continued to dance around, unaware of you standing at the doorway. I got over to the stove and started to drizzle the batter on the pan. “Crazy love” was playing and I was singing out loud, of tune, but you didn’t care. You thought it was completely sweet.   As I flip the pancakes, you walked in slowly, wrapping your arms around my waist kissing me softly on the back of my ear, nibbling on my ear lobes softly. You spin me around, reaching behind me, turning off the stove top. Your eyes never left mine. Your smile was endless. You slowly spin me around taking me into your arms, dancing. I giggle softly as we spin around.   “You, have pancake batter all over you…”   as you reach in licking some of the batter off my cheek.   Spinning around, we sway to the music. Moving back and forth as I close my eyes. Taking my hand, you lead me downstairs to “our” basement. Getting to the bottom step, you take the blind fold that was hanging on the wall, covering my eyes. I could no longer see. I was complete in trust. I heard you click on the light. You took my hand as, my bare feet touch the floor. It was cooler than the floors upstairs.   “I have a surprise for you.”   You said ever so gently as you continue to guide me.   We stop for a moment and I hear a door opening. I had never adventure to the basement, only to do laundry. I felt you let go of my hand and I heard the door behind me close. Taking my hand again you lead me ten steps before stopping.   “Can I remove the blindfold?”   I ask impatiently.   I didn’t hear anything. Finally, I heard clicking noises. I feel you taking my wrist as something cold hits my wrist. I shiver slightly and I heard a big “CLICK”. Taking my other wrist, it too met the same cold fate. The loud “CLICK”. Squeezing my hands around what was attached to my wrists, I felt leather straps as well as metal chains. I slowly bit my lip.               You come behind me removing my blindfold. Stepping in front of me, I could see a smile form. You smile brightly as my eyes start to adjust. I start to look around. First I see my hands locked in restraints. I glance around the room as you smile at me.   “This is our fun room, my love.”   You said calmly.   You walk over to me as you kiss me hard. My knees buckle as you kiss me. My wrists were holding me up as I felt my legs being forced up and wrapping around you. You lean back from me for a moment. Your eyes never leaving mine as you slowly insert your cock inside my wet pussy. Thrusting inside hard as your hands never leave my thighs. Gripping harder, you thrust in harder, picking up pace. You smile at me as you reach in, kissing me hard, going faster inside my tight little pussy. I felt my pussy getting tighter around your cock. Thrusting harder, you reach down with one hand playing with my clit as you go faster inside me. My eyes lighten up as I pushed against you, releasing cum all over your dick.   You smile as you go faster and harder, making me moan louder. I feel your cock getting bigger as it is surrounded by my pussy. You lean in, with one hand taking my nipples and gently pulling and twisting them. Leaning down biting down on them. I moan loudly as you start moving your hip, thrusting deep inside of me. You grab my hips, thrusting harder. Before we both realized, your cock swells up as it shots cum, deep inside of my pussy.     You drop my legs as I dangle from the restraints. You smile at me as you un hook me, allowing me to hold on to you. You pick me up caring me to the bed upstairs. We lay on the bed, panting and eventually falling asleep in each other arms.   The Mystery Man   It was a cold night. The stars were out full force. The hot springs were boiling gently. The steam was mixing with the cold. I was laying on the bed, reading a book like normal. I had the throw-blanket draped over me. My eyes were reading slowly, as I was savoring each moment. I turned the page gently, when I heard a knock at my front door. I was in the mountains, and the closet neighbor was at least a mile away. It was a loud knock again.     I stood, allowing the blanket to fall. I grabbed my robe, and pulling it over. There was a third knock. I walked down the stairs.   “Coming…”   I yelled as I creeped down the stairs. The stair creaking under my feet. I walk to the door, opening it gently.   “Yes…”   I said gently with the door open. A man about 5’5 stood in front of me. He smiled softly as he reached out his hand.   “yes…I am looking for the mistress of this cabin.”   I smiled at him leaning up against the door.   “Yes….I am she.”   I said softly, as I slowly bit my bottom lip. He finally stepped into the light as he reached his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My body shaking softly. I look up at him, smiling softly. His touch was cold, but calming. He was step us both forward in to the warm house. He closed the door behind him, locking it. Still biting my lip, he looks down at me. He presses his body against mine. He reaches down, inches away from my lip. He pulls at my lip softly.   “no…”   he whispered softly against my lips.   “that’s my job….”   He pressed his lip against mine. I closed my eyes softly leaning into his kiss. He wrapped both arms around my waist. I was completely his.   He pulled away from the kiss, looking at me. He pushed the hair away from my neck. He ran his finger along my neck across my veins. He reached down, kissing my neck softly. I could feel sharp teeth pressing against my neck. He stopped for a moment and looked back at me. His eye fixed on mine. He grabbed my hand, pulling me up the stairs. He moved so quickly that I couldn’t keep up. He pulled me into the room. Gently throwing me on the bed. His eyes never moving from mine, as he slowly takes off his shirt. I bite my lip softly as he unbuttoned in his pants. He crawled up on the bed, slowly reaching and untying my robe. He pushed the robe off. I wasn’t wearing anything under my robe. He pushed me down on the bed, pushing my hair from my neck.   “Your mine…do you understand?”   He whispered as he got closed to my lip. I smiled softly as I nodded. He moved his hand down my stomach, reaching down slowly rubbing my clit gently.   Publication Date: March 6th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-yt0695879fcab85

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Caitlin Valdez CEO To all the loyal readers out there that stick with my book. I love you guys so much. It means a lot. Oh, and a big dedication to E.L. James, the author of the Fifty Shades trilogy. You guys should read her work, it's amazing. xx Chapter 1 My phone started ringing as I picked it up immediately after seeing the caller ID; Gray Industries. "Hi!" I answered, sounding maybe a bit too excited. "Hi, is this Ava White?" a professional voice asked. "Yes!" I said, squeezing my eyes shut, waiting to hear what's next. "Mr. Gray agrees to interview you tomorrow at ten o' clock sharp and he says to not be late," she said. Inside, I'm screaming. "Thank you. I'll be there on time," I said as professionally as possible. When I hung up I started dancing with joy, literally! Finally! He finally agreed! I had been so persistent, I think I kind of annoyed him. But anyways, if you walked in on me right now, I might've seemed like I was drunk. Then my roommate, Grace James, walked in, "Um, are you okay?" I stopped dancing as I spun around and grinned at her, probably looking like an idiot, "Yes! I feel amazing! I did it! I got Mr. Gray to interview me!" Grace's face split into a similar grin, "Oh my god! Congrats!" "I know!" I said giddily, "And I already have everything ready! My questions, my outfit. Everything!" "And you were so sure they were going to call you?" she asked laughing. "Yes!" I said, "I'm gonna go run downstairs for some lunch. Want anything?" "Nah, I'm fine," she said. I headed downstairs to the nearby coffee shop. I ordered my usual, a coffee and strawberry donut. I was too busy thinking about tomorrow that I accidentally bumped into someone, spilling my coffee all over them. I gasped, "Oh my god! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I was distracted!" "No, it's fine," said a clipped, low voice, it was obviously not fine. I looked up and saw the most beautiful man I've ever seen, as clique, as that sounded. He has a perfect, straight nose, perfectly sculpted pink lips, stunning gray eyes, is it weird that I've never seen anyone with gray eyes? But moving on, he had a strong jaw. Oh hot damn, I felt my panties turning wet. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "It's fine," he growled. It was so not fine. He brushed past me walking out the exit. Nice going Ava, nice going, said my subconscious. I ignored that part of me as I walked out shop, munching on my donut. I headed back to my apartment, well, technically Grace's apartment. Grace was a year older then me but I met her in high school and we went to the same college so we were pretty close. Grace's parents were rich so Grace could afford it. My mom is currently living in Kansas City and I am living in Seattle, Washington. But she's not alone, she has her third husband, Ryan, with her and she's happy. I think she might even be settling down now since she's been with him for two years and haven't divorced yet, which is rare, since her relationships last for only a year and she or he breaks it off. But her first husband, my dad, past away when I was six and he got into a car accident. It took a while for me and mom to get used to it and to feel fine when people talked about him but I still missed him. When I got back to the apartment Grace was fast asleep in her room. Of course. She could sleep through hurricanes and she slept every time she could but I knew she was going to wake up for dinner and I better started cooking. I ended up making spaghetti because the fridge was running out of food. Just when I put everything down, Grace walked out of her room, "Is it time for dinner?" "Yes, sleepyhead," I answered as she yawned, very unladylike. We ate our dinner in silence as she asked, "You got your questions and everything else ready?" "Yup. Should I be feeling nervous or excited?" I asked. "A bit of both. I mean,  hello ! Most richest and eligible bachelor and CEO of Gray Industries. You gotta impress him to get the job! And you should be feeling excited because you finally got the interview you wanted!" said Grace excitedly. "You seem more excited then me," I said laughing. "Whatever," she said rolling her eyes. "I spilled coffee on a man," I said. "What?" she asked, confused. I told her everything that happened at the cafe and she ended up laughing at me. She was such a good friend, wasn't she? Chapter 2 "Wake up! Ava! You're going to be late!" yelled Grace. My eye flew open, "Oh no! Oh my god! What time is it?" "Ten," she said. "Ugh!" I scolded myself, "How can I sleep in today? Now I need to rush!" I scrambled out of bed, grabbing my clothes and headed into the bathroom for a shower. I quickly applied my make up and shoved breakfast into my mouth. Grace made breakfast, French toast and scrambled eggs. The only two kinds of food she knew how to make. I brushed my teeth quickly and rushed out the door, "Bye Grace! I'm heading out!" I headed into my old Beetle and drove to Gray Industries. I rushed in and every single pair of eye in the lobby turned to me as I stumbled in. I felt my cheeks heat up. Talk about embarrassing and unprofessional. I quickly straigthened my posture and walked to the front desk with my coffee in hand, which I grabbed before running out the door. I also noticed that everyone working here was blonde. Hmm, I guess Mr. Christian Gray liked blondes. "Hi, I'm here to interview Mr. Gray," I stated. "Oh! Yes!" she said and glanced at her computer, "Ava? Ava White?" "Yes," I confirmed as she walked me to a door. Just then, the door next to Mr. Gray's office opened and out came Ella. "Ava?" she asked surprised. "Ella! Wow! It's been a while since we saw each other!" I exclaimed. Ella shooed the other secretary away as she turned back to me, "So, why are you here?" "I'm interviewing Mr. Gray to work for Gray Industries. Why are you here?" I asked back. "I'm his assistant and I've heard someone was coming in to interview him. Very rare. Just be careful, okay? He's very cold and strict," she warned. I smiled, "Thank you." "Go on," she said. "Ella? I'm feeling nervous now. Am I supposed to be?" I asked. "With him? A bit," she said then she smiled assuringly, "You're going to be fine. I promise." When I didn't move, she pushed me lightly, "Go!" And just with that push, I stumbled, almost falling flat on my face, in spilling my coffee everywhere. I glanced up, my face beat red. A handsome, young man, also knows as, Christian Gray cleared his throat. Oh my god. He was handsome. I straigthen up immediately, "Oh no! Hi, Mr. Gray! I'm so sorry! I promise I did not mean to spill coffee all over your floor." My face was burning and my subconscious started laughing at me. "I'm sorry," I murmur. "Laura! Clean it up!" I heard him call. A lady with a mop came rushing in, cleaning the mess I made. Oh no. Now I fell horrible. I spilled it, I should be cleaning it up. "Here, let me help," I offered holding out my hand for the mop. She shook her head quickly and returned to work. "Please?" I asked. She refused as she continued mopping. I grabbed the mop from her, yes, I grabbed it. She wasn't going to let me. I quickly finished mopping everything up as I handed it back to her and I smiled, "Thank you." She hurried out the room as I turned back to Mr. Gray. "Take a seat," he said in a low, dangerous voice that sent shivers down my spine. I sat down in the chair in front of him as I got a good look at him and our eyes widened at the same time. He was the guy I spilled coffee on in the coffee shop! Oh god! I am so not getting this job! "You spill coffee everywhere, don't you?" he asked in a cold voice. I lowered my head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gray. Please forgive me." "Name?" he asked. Wow. "Ava. Ava White," I said, surprised at his mood change. He nodded as I started the interview, "Um, first question; how long have you been working at Gray Enterprise?" "Four years," he answered. "Wow, that's amazing. And you're so young!" I said cocking my head at him, "Why did you inherit this company when you were only twenty two?" "My father past away when I was still studying. I went to college to study more about economics and finance," he answered. "And you did an amazing job," I said offering him a smile. "Thank you," he said curtly. The interview actually went pretty smoothly. At the end, I couldn't help but ask, "The suit that I spilled coffee on, is it okay?" He nodded. I handed him my resume, "And thank you for letting me interview you even after an embarrassing first impression. I'm so sorry about the coffee." He nodded again. "Thank you again. Are you willing to give me a call?" I asked. He didn't answer as my stomach churnedd uneasily. "Um, good bye, Mr. Gray," I said quietly. "Good bye, Ms. White," he dismissed. I rushed out of the building as I headed into my car. "Oh my god Ava. You are so stupid and clumsy! Why in the world would he ever want you to work for him? You have to be blonde, sophistacated and beautiful! You have made a horrible first impression. I mean seriously?! Spilling coffee on that seriously looking expensive suit?" I scolded myself out loud. I heard a light knock on my window as I turned my head towards the passenger's window. There stood Mark, probably laughing as I rolled down the window. He peeked his head inside and behind me, "Is someone here with you?" he asked chuckling. "No..." I said trailing off. "Are you scolding yourself again?" he asked as I pouted, nodding. He started laughing, "What were you talking about?" "About how I'm never going to get a job at Gray Enterprise. I made a horrible first impression on Mr. Gray by pouring coffee all over his expensive suit, then saw him again and spilled coffee over his floor. Jeez, God is not on my side," I scowled. "I think that you did fine. I'm sure you did. If Gray Enterprise doesn't want you, then they don't know what they're missing on," he said smiling at me. "Thank you Mark. But I'm going to get going and relax at home and let out all my stress in a tub of ice cream," I said grinning. He grinned back, "Okay, bye." I waved as I started the car and headed home that was half an hour away but an hour because my car was slow. I was around half a mile away from home when I felt the car starting to tilt. "What the hell?" I murmur as I stop the car and climbed out. I started inspecting my car slowly until I noticed the tire was flat. I groaned. Ugh. I had an extra tire in the back but I had no idea how to switch tires. What am I going to do? I would call Grace but she would be no help. Though, she might pick me up and ditch my car out here in the highway, which I did not plan on doing. I am so dead. I didn't know anyone that knew how to change a tire, maybe some but they weren't around. Why? Oh, why? I started to push the car as hard as I could and it moved about an inch or so. I sighed, this was hopeless. I saw a sleek, sports car stop behind me. I cocked my head, curious at who the driver was. And out stepped Christian Gray smirking at me, "That's what you drive?" "Shut up," I mutter, "I'm proud of her." I gasped as I covered my mouth, "Uh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to tell you to shut up. It just slipped out." "What are you doing here? In the middle of the highway? It's dangerous," he said, ignoring what I said. "Flat tire," I replied. "Surprising," he said sarcastically.  "What do you mean by that?" I demanded. "Your car," he said. I gasped, "What is wrong with my car?" "It's old," he replied. "Well, I can't do anything about that. I don't have to money to get a new car," I said. He rolled his eyes, "Get in." I cocked my head at him, confused, "What do you mean?" He nodded to his car, his very sleek looking sports car, probably an 2014 Audi R8. Wow. "What about my car?" I asked. "Get in," he said bossily. I pouted and climbed onto the passenger seat. It was very low and comfortable. He was still outside talking on a Blackberry before climbing onto the driver's seat. "So...we're just going to be leaving my car out in the highway?" I asked biting my lip. "No," he said. "Okay..." I trailed off, "My apartment is just half an hour away." I told him the address and soon, we were by my apartment building. "Um, thanks for the ride," I said, "And my car...?" "It's going to be here in half an hour," he said and handed me his business card. "Thank you, Mr. Gray," I said, "Drive safely." I headed to the front door and went inside. Chapter 3 "Wake up!" yelled Grace. She always seemed to be screaming in me ear to wake up. "What?" I grumbled. "Gray Enterprise is calling you!" she yelled again. She is so immature. My eyes flew open, "What? Give me my phone! Why do you have my phone?" She laughed as she handed me my phone. "Hi, this is Ava White," I said to my phone. "Hi, Miss White. Congratulations! You have been accepted to work at Gray Publishing. You are going to be Brandon Ferrall's assistant starting next week on Tuesday at nine o' clock. Do not be late," she said and told me the address as I scribbled it down. "Wow, um, thank you! I have a question," I said, "Did Mr. Gray have doubts on accepting me to be working for his company?" "No, I think he was pretty sure of you but Mr. Ferrall was a bit puzzled and uncertain but I am sure that you will do an amazing job. I trust Mr. Gray's judgement," she said. "Thank you," I said, pleased. "No problem. Do not be late on Tuesday," she warned. "Thank you so much," I said again, grinning. I hung up and jumped up and started dancing around, "I've been accepted!" Grace said, "Mr. Gray didn't have any doubts about you? Hmm. You spilled coffee on him and his floor. That's interesting." "Who cares? Let's celebrate!" I cheered. "Okay, tonight at the club, how's that?" asked Grace. I gave her a thumbs up before heading to the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth after having my lunch since I didn't wake up for breakfast.   3 Hours Later~~   I felt crazy drunk. "Let's play a game!" I yelled to the stranger I was dancing with as I pulled him to the bar as he ordered twenty shots. "We each drink ten shots and whoever is done first wins and if you lose, you ring the golden bell," I said giggling hysterically, pointing at the golden bell. "Sure," he said. "Ready, set, go!" I yelled as I grabbed the first shot and downed it, one after another. I gulped down everything and I was done before him. "Whooo!" I yelled, "You have to ring the bell!" He climbed onto the table as I followed, yelling, "Drink are on him! Free drinks and he's paying!" He rung the golden bell as everyone cheered. I finished off a bottle of Vodka and I suddenly felt queasy. "I'm gonna step out for a while!" I yelled to Grace, over the music as I stumbled out the bar and pulled out my phone, pressing the first call button. "Hello?" I heard a male's voice say. "Hi!" I slurred, "I'm drunk." "Where are you?" he asked. "At a club," I answered, giggling. "Which one?" he asked. "I don't know. The one nearest to where I live," I answered, laughing, "I had so much fun! I won a game with someone I didn't know and made him ring the golden bell. That's the first drinking contest I won!" "I'm coming to get you," he said. I laughed, "Hurry up, okay? We don't have all night. Who are you?" "Christian Gray," he replied. I bursted out laughing, "You're lying. Why would I call you?" "You did," he said and hung up. "Bossy," I  yelled at my phone. I sat there, giggling. "Get up," I heard the same male voice said. I cocked my heead up at him, "Who are you? Aren't you the guy I called earlier?" "Yes," he said, "Get up." "Bossy!" I yelled at him as I stood up, "Where are you bringing me? What about Grace? I don't have keys, I do but I didn't bring them. Grace did. How am I going to get home?" "Shut up, will you?" he grumbled. "Uh oh," I muttered, "I feel something coming up!" He quickly lead me to the side of the streets and lifted up the hair as I bent down and everything rushed out my mouth, disgustingly. After I was done puking I started laughing again as I sighed, "If you were really Mr. Gray, I would kill myself of embarrassment. I'm just wondering why he would still accept me after a bad first impression." He lead to me to a car. "Are you going to kidnap me?" I asked. "No," he said, "We're heading over to my place." Soon, I was in his living room as he handed me a glass of water. I felt a little less drunk by now and stopped the giggling as I drank the water. "Let's get you to your room," he said. He lead me to a room as he sat me down on the bed and turned to walk out. I grabbed his hand, "Wait. I can't sleep with a dress on. Can you help me take it off? Please?" His hands slowly went to the back of my strapless dress and slowly unzipped it. I turned back around when he was done as I smiled at him, "Thank you." I leaned forward and pecked his lips lightly, "Good night." He walked out the room as I stepped out of my dress and slipped off my shoes and climbed into the comfortable bed, falling asleep. Chapter 4 I woke to a huge headache and an unfamiliar room. My eyes went wide as I looked down at what I was wear, nothing. Except my bra and panties. I nearly let out a scream as I buried my face into the pillow. God, Ava! How can you be so stupid! Why would you sleep with someone when you're drunk?! Why would you let someone take advantage of you!? What is wrong with you! You lost your virginity to a  stranger ! I smacked my forehead. Oh, jesus. I looked around the room, trying to at least find something familiar, but nope. Nada. Zip. Zero. I looked next to me and found a desk with a shirt on it and some advil and a cup of water. I took it and noticed that it was a men's shirt, that was big. I decided to pull it on anyways and it just covered my ass, thank god for that. I slowly walked out of the room, after taking the medicine for my headache, peeking my head out, as if I was a spy. "You don't need to do that," said a familiar male voice as I jumped and let out a small shriek. I glanced up and there sat Christian, a cup in his hand. "W-What are you doing here?" I asked, immediately self conscious because of the shirt and how short it was. "This is my place," he said. "So, you weren't lying about your name?" I asked. "No. Would you like breakfast?" I asked. I shook my head. "You know you can move, right? You don't need to stand there," he said. I slowly walked out. "Why am I here?" I asked, my head still throbbing but slowly fading away. "You were drunk. Did you remember anything?" he asked. "No," I said slowly, "No, I don't. Did I do something bad? Did I embarrasse myself really badly?" "You puked," he said. "And...?" I pressed on, "I woke up in only a bra and panties. We didn't do it right?" "No, you told me to unzip your dress," he said as if it was no big deal. My eyes popped out of my socket, "What?! Why did you listen to me? You actually did it?" He nodded. I groaned, "God. I'm sorry Christian, I mean, Mr. Gray." "We aren't at work," he said. "Sorry," I murmur. "Christian, dear?" I heard a voice call as Christian jumped up. "Who...?" I asked, trailing off. "My mother," he replied, "Um, go to my room and grab something to wear for pants before my mother sees you." Huh. He noticed. I quickly went into a random room and I happened to walk into Christian's room, I think. It was very neat. His bed was made, his desk has a Mac computer and a MacBook Pro along with a thick binder and papers and a lamp. It was very big. I went to a random drawer as my face heat up at what I saw, his briefs. I cleared my throat as I closed that drawer and continued looking. The middle drawer were his shorts as I grabbed the smallest one. I could hear voices outside but I couldn't make out what they were saying. It was still to big. I sighed as I pulled the shorts to one side and tied it, so the waist part was smaller. I slowly walked out to the living room, seeing Mrs. Gray. I gave her a sheepish smile, "Hi, Mrs. Gray." "Christian...?" she said, raising her eyebrows at Christian. "Mother, this is Ava. She works for the publishing house," introduced Christian. "Ava! My name is Stella and please, don't be so formal. Call me Stella. I feel old when people call me Mrs. Gray. Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow and I'll introduce you as Christian's girlfriend! So, what do you say? Dinner tomorrow? Christian can pick you up. What do you like to eat? Lobster? Steak? Oysters? Tell me what you like and we can make it for you. What kinds of appetizers do you like? Dessert?" Girlfriend? "Mother," said Christian sternly. "Yes, sweetheart?" asked Mrs. G - Stella. "Stop it. You'll scare her away," said Christian, "She'll have dinner with you and I'll pick her up." Stella grinned, "Okay Christian, Ava. See you tomorrow!" When she left, I turned to him, "Dinner? Girlfriend?" "You're the first girl that she's ever saw me with - ," he paused, as if to say something else but continued, "And she's dramatic so if you refused, she would be sulking for days." "I think she's cute," I said, smiling, "It must be nice to have parents to return to anytime you like and your mom isn't that bad. I think she's just a little bit excited." He scoffed, "Would you like breakfast now?" "I'm fine," I said. "No you aren't. You haven't ate anything since you woke up," he said. "Which I'm used to," I replied, "I swear. I'm fine." "Go shower and when you're done, come back," he said, "There will be clothes in the bathroom. Jesse brought them." I obiedenlty went to find the bathroom and picked the room with the bag of clothes in it. After pulling off my - well, Christian's - clothes, I stepped into the shower. Twenty minutes later, I was done as I rummaged through the bag. There was a plain white tee shirt, with skinny jeans and a pair of white converse. There was even a bra and panties. Wow. Everything fit perfectly as I walked out the bathroom and into the kitchen again and there were two plates of food. One in front of Christian, which he was eating an omelette and a plate opposite of him full of food. He picked his head up from the newspaper he was reading. "Sit," he demanded. Jeez. Bossy. I sat down in front of him as he nodded at the food, "Eat." "All of it?" I asked. "All. Of. It," he said. I pouted as I stuck my fork into a pancake and pushed it in my mouth, chewing slowly. When I was half done, I dropped my fork, "I'm full." "No you aren't. Eat it  all ," he said. "I'm full," I whined. "I have a problem with wasted food," he said. I sighed and forced myself to finish the rest up. Jeez, he's so bossy. "There. Done," I said, putting down my fork after finishing it off. "Are you okay with having dinner with my mom?" he asked. I smiled, "Yes, I'm fine with it. I would like to meet my boss's boss's family. Are they like you?" "What do you mean by that?" he demanded. "Stern, never smiles, super serious, hard working," I listed. He glared at me as I smirked. "Miss White, are you smirking at me?" he asked playfully. God, mood swing alert! "I am," I comfirmed. "If you were mine, I would take you across the knee," he growled. I surpressed my shiver but my heart lifted when he said 'if you were mine,' but the key work was  if . Chapter 5 v"Would you like to have coffee with me this afternoon at two?" he asked as he dropped me off in front of my apartment. Say yes!  my subconscious yelled at me. "Sure," I said, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible. Then he flashed me one of those rare, dazziling smiles and I almost melted in front of him. "I'll pick you up," he said as I walked and he drove off. He. Just. Asked. Me. Out. For. Coffee. Which is practically a date! I hope. I skipped to my apartment happily as Grace grinned as she saw me, "Tell. Me. Everything and why you're so happy." "No, Grace. We didn't  do it . But, just then, he asked me out! To coffee at two!" I said excitedly. "Wow. This is something new. You're actually excited, for a  boy ," said Grace, "Are you okay?" SHe touched my forehead as I smacked it away, "Stop it." "Okay, fine. Let's get you dressed up for your coffee date," said Grace. "I'm not even sure if it's a date," I said. "Of course it's a date, silly. He asked you out for coffee which mean, he wants to see you more and get to know you. I've heard that he's very cold and doesn't let anybody in," she said, opening my closet doors. "Does he have many ex girlfriends?" I asked, curious. "I don't know. Probably yes, but it has never said so in a magazine," said Grace, pulling out a short red dress. I don't even remember buying that! "Grace, are you crazy? We are not going to a club. We're having  coffee ," I said, pulling the dress back inside, "I should settle for something casual, like jeans and a tee." "But that's what you always wear!" whined Grace. "And I like what I wear. I'm comfortable in it," I said. "Let's try something new. How about a mini skirt?" she asked. I gave her a look as she huffed and pulled out a yellow, flowy sundress. I gave it a look and nodded, "That is appropriate." Grace grinned, "Good. Now change and after you're done, sit down and let me do youur makeup." "As long as it's not crazy," I said, she waved me off. I headed into the bathroom and pulled on the dress. It slipped on perfectly and it was new. I walked back outside and sat down in my chair. Grace started helping me with some waterprook eyeliner and mascara and light eye shadow, it was a white-ish shade and some lip gloss. "Okay, you're done," said Grace, satisfied. Then the doorbell rang, "Oh! He's here!" said Grace excitedly. She seemed more excited then me and I was the one going on the date. I heard the front door open, "Hi! My name is Grace, Ava's roommate and best friend! I've heard a lot about you Christian! It's so nice to finally meet you! How are you? DO you have any criminal records? Do you do drugs?" I decided to interupt, clearing my throat, "Um, Grace? Please, calm down." Christian's eyes flickered to me, checking me out as I felt heat rush to my cheeks and feeling relief at the approving look. "Ava," he said smoothly. Holy crap. "Hi," I said shyly and slowly walked over. "Are you ready to go?" he asked. "Yes, let me just get my bag," I said heading back into my room as Grace followed. "Okay, be careful out there. Here, open your mouth," she said as I cocked an eyebrow but obeyed as she sprayed the minty breath freshner thing. "Oh my God! Did my breath smell?" I asked. "No. That was a just in case," she said. "Okay, okay. Bye. I'll get going," I said. "You're growing up so fast," sniffed Grace. I rolled my eyes and pulled her in for a hug, patting her back. I headed back to the door where Christian was patiently waiting. "Um, sorry for keeping you waiting," I said smiling sheepishly. "Let's go," he said holding out his arm to lead me out the door. He opened my door to his very fancy sports car. It was around a six minute drive to the coffee shop. I climbed out as we headed in and took a seat as a waitress came out, "Hello, welcome. What would you guys like today?" "What I normally have," said Christian. "Um, I'll just have the original," I said. She nodded and turned away, walking.  "Um, Christian, am I allowed to call you that?" I asked. He nodded curtly, not saying anything. "Thank you for the job, can you tell me who I'm working for?" "Christopher Wilde," he replied as the coffee came. I nodded slowly, "So, I'm starting next Tuesday?" He nodded as he sipped his coffee, "Is that okay?" "Yes, that's fine," I said smiling as I cupped my coffee, warming my hands. It was getting quite chilly these past days. Winter was definitely coming. We managed to have an easy conversation. "Thank you, Mr. Gray," I said gratefully as he dropped me off in front of my apartment building door. "We're not at work," he said. I smiled, "Thank you Christian. I had a wonderful time with you. See you next Tuesday." He nodded and pulled off as I watched the car speed away. "Grace! I'm home!" I called as I entered the apartment. "Ah!" she shrieked, "How did it go? Tell. Me. Everything." "Grace, we didn't do anything. We just talked about my new job," I said. Grace scoffed, "Young people are so boring." "You're a year older then me Grace," I said putting my bag down, "It's quite chilly out." "It is, now make me some dinner," she said in a bossy but friendly tone. I laughed, "Okay. What would you like?" Chapter 6 Tuesday managed to come by quickly. I huffed as I pulled on my gray pencil skirt and white blouse along with my white pumps. I pulled my hair into a bun, trying to look as professional as possible. Grace was still asleep but I quickly laid out some bacon and pancakes for her and headed for work with an apple in hand. It was around a twenty minute ride. I entered the office and I saw everyone in front of their computers, typing like mad. The minute I took a step out the elevator, everyone's eyes turned to me. Someone stood up quickly, "Ms. White?" I nodded as she continued, "Mr. Wilde is waiting for you in his office." She lead me to the back of the office and knocked on the door. "Come in," he said, his voice was deep. She opened the door and I saw Mr. Wilde sitting in front of his computer, glancing at the door. He had a muscular build, brown hair and eyes. "Mr. Wilde," I greeted. "Ah, yes. Ms. White, I was waiting for you," he said, "Come in. Marilyn, get back to work." She - Marilyn - closed the door behind her. "Ms. White, you will be starting work immediately. I need you retype and fix Douglas Clark's work and make five more copies by four. Also, grab me a coffee while you're at it, your office is next door," he said, handing me a thick binder. I almost collasped at the weight of the binder. Damn that serious man. "Yes, Mr. Wilde," I murmur as I hurried out the office, walking into my own. Jeez, he didn't even let me unpack. I set the binder in front of the computer, turned it on and headed into the coffee room, making a cup and walking back into Mr. Wilde's office. When I returned, I started my work. Twenty minuets later, the phone started ringing. I growled as I picked up, "Mr. Wilde's office, how may I help you?" I snapped a bit to harshly. I heard a deep chuckle on the other line, "Bad first day?" I recognize that voice immediately as I straightened, I gasped, "Mr. Gray!" "You didn't answer my question Ava," he said. "Right, sorry. Kind of. Mr. Wilde already sent me a lot of work. I'm kind of busy, can you call back later?" I asked, "Everything is dued by four and I can't risk giving him a bad impression." "I'll talk to Mr. Wilde," he said. "No! I don't want him thinking I'm a whiner," I quickly said, still typing furiously. "He won't," Christian replied and hung up. I quickly put the phone down and continued typing. The phone started ringing again. Oh my god! I picked up, "Mr. Wilde's off - " "Everything is dued by five," I heard he say and hung up. I fell back in my chair as I sighed, not knowing what to feel. I hurried to the coffee room, made myself a cup and headed back in. I managed to fix the book and make five copies a little bit before five. I knocked quietly, "Come in," I heard him grumble. "Mr. Wilde, I completed everything," I said handing him back the binder and another binder with the other five copies. "Thank you, Ms. White, did you have your lunch yet?" he asked. I shook my head. "I haven't either, would you like to have lunch together?" he asked. When did he suddenly become nice? "Christopher," I heard a deep, masculine voice that sent shivers down my spine speak up. "Mr. Gray!" Mr. Wilde said, standing up. "Ms. White will be having lunch with me today," said Christian. Christian lead me out his office. "We're having lunch together? Since when?" I asked. "Since before," he said, "Don't forget that I'm your boss's boss." "Right," I said, "Thank you for saving me, Mr. Gray." "You're very welcome." Author's Note (Very Short) OMFG. YOUR COMMENTS MAKE MY DAY! THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE TWO MOTHER FUCKING PEOPLE THAT ACTUALLY BOTHERED TO CLICK "ADD TO FAVORITES". HOLY MOTHER EFFER. I LOVE YOU GUYS. GOOD BYE! I'M GONNA WRITE A CHAPTER NOW!   P.S. I HATE AUTHOR'S NOTES TOO SO I'LL TRY TO AVOID THEM AS MUCH AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE! P. S. S. FRIEND ME FOR UPDATES! I ACCEPT ALL REQUESTS!   Chapter 7 Lunch managed to go by smoothly. I kept noticing Christian's intense gaze burning holes into me. I felt so flustered the whole time but I swallowed a sandwich with some water. "Um, thank you Christian, for lunch," I said. He gave me half of a smile, that rare but breathtaking one. "You're welcome Ava. Anytime," he said, dropping me off in front of the office. I noticed how close we were.Just a couple inches till our lips touch. Just slightly Ava. Don't come off desperate. My breath turned heavy and my heart was about to burst. He seemed to gaze back down at me. I swear, we were two inches apart. He blinked and quickly stepped back, ruining the moment. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, "Have a good day at work, Ms. White," he said, formal and in a clip tone and headed back to his car. He drove off in a second, leaving me standing there, shocked. What. The. Hell? We were so close to kissing! So. Close. Well, now I just sound desperate. I sighed, wondering how desperate I must've looked. “Ava, you know better then that! You tried kissing Christian Gray. That‘s never going to happen,” I scolded myself quietly as I entered the building. ~*~*~ The rest of the day went by slower then it was supposed to be. By nine, the office was empty and I was packing up my things. “How was your first day?” asked Mr. Wilde standing by the doorway, startling me. “Um,” I said uncomfortably. He was the one that gave me all the work and kept on asking for coffee! “I’m sorry for putting you through all that stress of typing everything, the coffee, etc. I’ll go a little bit easier on you tomorrow,” he said as I flexed my fingers, suppressing the pain from the cramp. He offered me a lazy smile. “Uh, yes, Mr. Wilde. I’ll see you tomorrow at nine am,” I said forcing a smile back. He nodded as I headed out the office after grabbing my things. I set my belongings on the passenger seat, headed to the driver’s side and collapsed in my seat, dead tired.I groaned as I started the car. It started to purr back to life before it died down. “Ah crap!” I groaned as I retried over and over and over again before I gave up. “Car not working?” I heard a voice call. My head flew up, meeting eyes with the one and only Christian Gray. “Why am I not surprised?” he asked chuckling softly. That was the first time I’ve ever heard him chuckle. Jeez, why is he so serious? I frowned at him, “Well, thank you, Mr. Gray,” I snapped sarcastically. I immediately corrected myself, “Um, sorry. I didn’t mean to snap and be sarcastic. I’m just tired,” I apologized. “Get in,” he said, nodding at the door. “What?” I asked confused. “Get in,” he repeated, “I don’t like repeating myself.” “But I have to get home,” I argued. He didn’t say anything. He just waited. I sighed as I got out of my car, “Okay, fine. What about my car?” “It will be sent to the junk yard and you’ll get money for it,” he said. “Wait, what?! But that’s my car!” I exclaimed. Why is he so controlling?! “Will you really hoard a car that is broken down and looks like it’s from the eighteenth century?” he asked. I frowned at him. “I’ll get you a new car,” he said, “Tell me your address.” “Mr. Gray, I’m afraid that would not be necessary to get me a new car. I don’t need it,” I said. I had too much pride.“What did I say about repeating myself?” he asked. “Okay! But I’ll pay you back,” I said. “Are you saying I can’t afford it?” he asked. “What?! No!” I exclaimed. “Good. Then let me buy you a car,” he said. “Mr. Gray, as I said, that won’t be necessary. I promise,” I protested. “Ava, let me get you something,” he said, stopping the car at red light, “Do not talk back.” I shut up. I knew he was going to win the fight anyways, so what’s the point. Ten minutes later, we were in front of the building. “Thank you, Mr. Gray,” he said. He flashed me a lazy smile, the rare smiles, nodding, “Sure. Your car will be downstairs the next morning. I’ll have Skye deliver it.” “Skye?” I questioned. “My bodyguard,” he said. Interesting. I nodded, “Thank you again Mr. Gray,” I said. “It was first Christian, now Mr. Gray. Just call me Christian,” he said. I nodded, waving good bye as he drove off. The rest of the day dragged on, Mr. Wilde not getting any nicer. Christian gave me his email address when we were having lunch and I got an email when I turned on the computer. To: Ava White From: Christian Gray Subject: Back Into The Office   Dear Ava, Did you manage to get back in the office safely? Christian Gray, CEO of Gray Enterprise   To: Christian Gray From: Ava White Subject: Re: Back Into The Office   Dear Christian, Yes, I did. Thank you for checking in. Ava White, Assistant of Christopher Wilde   Almost immediately, his response came.   To: Ava White From: Christian Gray Subject: Glad   Dear Ava, That’s nice to hear. Are you packed with work? Do you want we to talk to Christopher about it? Christian Gray, CEO of Gray Enterprise   To: Christian Gray From: Ava White Subject: No Complaining Allowed   Dear Christian, No, it’s fine. I should probably be getting used to it and I don’t want to give off a bad impression, but, thank you. Ava White, Assistant of Christopher Wilde   To: Ava White From: Christian Gray Subject: Yes Ma’am   Dear Ava, Okay, fine. You’re welcome. Christian Gray, CEO of Gray Enterprise   I loved how is emails came by so quickly, as if he was waiting for them. I chuckled at myself, no he wasn’t.     Author's Note (PLEASE Read): I was just wondering fit the emailing format is too hard to read. Please comment! I'll try to change it if it is too hard because, hint, hint, there will be more coming up. Oh and there might be some mistakes in this book, please don't mind them because once I'm done with this book, I'll revise and edit. (It's going to be a long book. Maybe. I'll decided later.) This book  will not be a trilogy and there will be  no BDSM.  But  there will be sex scenes. Yes, there will be  sex scenes. I bolded that for a reason but, I'll warn you guys at the beginning of the chapter, so don't worry. 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cutie8pie X, X O The Wild Ride Last's Forever N/A Escape Breath is harder to get as I run through the forest, I pump my arms faster and urge my legs to move in longer strides as I run for my life and that of my unborn child I just found out about. I look back to see if he was following me but I didn't need to look back to hear the inraged growl from behind me that tells me he is close and pissed that I left him. However it doesnt matter how close he is because I made it to the end of the forest and to the motercycle I ordered to be here two day before. As soon as I climed on the motercycle and started it Jacob broke through to forest but I had no time to marvel in his perfection I had to go and fast so I did. As I raced off at full speed to escape my lover and captor I heard my name being growled in the most savage tone I have ever heard "LANA". Found As I raced down the empty road I let my mind wonder (Mistake 1) and thought about the night before with the man I had just escaped from.                                                                .....   "I love you, and from now on you are MINE."said Jacob with passion I've have never heard him use before. "Well, don't I get a say in who I belong to and who I don't ?" I asked as I licked down his chest and heard a low growl come from him. "No you leave that up to me", he said as he struggled to breath as I took his dick deep in my mouth and sucked hard as I ran my hands up his cheast and let my fingertips circle his nipples. Jacob breathed out a deep sigh and tangled his hands through my hair and pushed my mouth towards his thrusting hips."Uhh", he groned when I gagged a little then sucked back up to his tip. I began to suck faster and used my hand to make up for what couln't fit in my mouth. "I'm about to....CUM!" Jarod said with a growl as he shot his a glob of thick sweet cum down my throat.                                                                  .....   BEEP! a car honked waking me from my daydream and into the reality that I was about to crash into a huge truck, I swerved out of the way and speed up to make up for the lost time I know was spent thinking about my lover. I was feeling tired so I stoped at a gas station to wash up. I was after all covered in dirt and sweat, soo not my style. I pulled into a gas station, grabed my tote bag and parked my bike. When I made it into the gas station and walked up to the counter I could smell fear and suspision coming fromt he the old, bald man from behind the counter I ignored it (Mistake 2). " Can I have the key to the bathroom", I asked calmly and with a smile.  "Uhh sure" , he said and handed mt the key. I smiled and took the key to the back to the door with the woman stick figure on it. With a sigh I and got to work on taking a wash cloth and new out fit out of my bag. Once I washed up I dressed in light wash, high waist jean shorts that make men swoon, a white front zip top that came just above my belly botton ring. I sliped on my ankle legnth black leather boots with the silver studs tied my long honey brown hair into a high bun on top of my head and covered my hazel eyes with black shades.  When I steped out of the bathroom and threw the key at the old dude I turned to open the front door of the store I walked towards my bike but stoped when I saw the tall dark figure of my lover leaning aginst my bike. "Jacob", I strained to say as I stood frozen struggling to speak. He slowly walked up to me and stoped inches from my lips I had to look up to look him in the eye. "You didn't really think I would let you get away did you?". The Talk I regained my cool, took a step back and narrowed my eyes "And you don't think that I would let you hold me did you?", I asked as I crossed my arms to keep him from seeing my nipples rise beneath my shirt without the restrant of a bra.  "Well darlin I guess we'll find out, wont we", he said but didn't give me a chance to answer as he picked me up a threw me over his shoulder picked up my bag a walked over to his black jeep. He set me in the front seat of his car and got into the drivers seat to start the car. During the drive we were both quite which gave me time to think over another escape plan. I thought to how I got into this pickel in the first place, I felt a warm large hand on my thigh oh so close to my you-know-what. My blood began to pump faster and my panties began to moisten. From the look in his eyes I could tell it was go time. Jacob suddenly jerked the car to a stop and took my seat belt off and pulled me into his lap. He grabbed the back of my head and slamed his lips into mine. His tounge fought with mine for dominance, his won.    When we finally made it to Jacob's wooden cabin he droped my carry on bag and crossed his arms over his cheast, waiting. Already knowing what he wanted I started to explain. " The reason I ran off without telling you is because I knew you would never have let me leave if I asked you." I explained hoping he bought it.  "You don't really think I buy that bullshit do you?" Jacob asked as he slowly stalked towards me with anger in his eyes and a raging hard on between his legs, when he finally stood just a hair legnth away from my lips. " I can smell a lie remeber". And I did remeber so I decided to do what I had been dreading to do, tell the truth.  "Fine, you got me, I lied but you have to promise that if I tell the truth that you wont hurt me", I  said hoping he would agree.  "Okay I promise", Jacob said looking me right in the eyes. To bad that I'm a werewolf and I can smell a lie too.  The Truth " Jacob I'm married, and the reason that I was running away was because my husband called me and said that if I wasn't home tonight that he would come after me. Trust me that is the last thing that you want, so I left", I said as I watched Jacob's face go from confused, to betrayed, to furious.  Jacob let an inraged growl and grabed the tops of my arms."You are MINE, and I'll be damed if I let you walk out of my life with my baby into another mans arms, you got me fucked up if you think I will let you get away that easy Lana". I ripped out of his grasp and put my hands on my hips.  "The baby's not your's Jacob". I stated with regret , then I heard him laugh.  "Your lying and we both know it", he said with complete confidence as he grabed my neck and pulled me to him. Okay he aint buying it , time to cough it up. "Fine, a couple of months ago my husband and I were having problems, I found out he was cheating on me. So we separated, then I met you...and well you know what happened.  "Yeah I know what happened, so why did you run when I claimed you".  "I didn't run because you claimed me , I wanted you to claim me, I love you, I ran because my husband called me  two days ago and told me he knew I was holed up with some ass hole and that if I didn't meet him tonight that he would kill you and everyone you care about." I said with a huff as I put my arms around his neck and I pressed my cunt tightly aganist his hard dick. "Sweetheart no one is going to hurt me or anything thats mine, he doesn't know who he's fuckin with, and no one is going to take you from me." "Thats not fair your not getting hurt for me, I won't let you", I said anger setting in. "You have no choice", Jacob slaped his hands on my jean clad ass hard. "I can choose to go back to my husband and never see you again", I said avoiding eye contack so he couldn't see my tear filled gaze.  "Is there something your not telling me Lana", Jacob said calmly "No baby, I just want you safe your all I care about." I said a tear sliding down my cheek of the thought of my lover and father of my child ever being harmed. Jacob lifted me by my ass and rubed his erection aginst me.  I wraped my legs around his waist and kissed him with everthing that I had. Plans  I wake up to shards of light shining on my face and warm breathing on my neck. Turning around I notice a heavy arm around my waist and actually love the felling knowing its Jacob the instint I woke. Staring at Jacob is like looking at a beautiful sculpture, his short black hair firm jawline and nose and when he is awake he his green eyes. Deciding that I would make breakfast I moved Jacobs arm from around my waist and eased out of bed so I wouldn't wake him.  Walking down to the kitchen still naked I got all the ingrediants to make pancakes eggs and beacon. I turned on High For This by Ellie Goulding to get in my zone and got to work.While my hands were busy my mind began to wander. I knew that I wouldn't be able to pull off another escape today because Jacob would be on alert so today would be a day of planning and preparing. However just the thought of pulling off a sucessful escape made my heart clench in agony.I may have been pissed but i was glade when Jacob came to get me.My husband Cole is an evil man the cheating wasn't the only reason we seperated (or really I just left him).He would beat me when he didn't get his way,and he didn't want me having freinds,talking to family,or leaving the house. I didn't have a life when was with him. I was pulled out of my daze by my phone ringing.When i picked it up and looked at the screen,while still flipping beacon, my heart began to race when I saw the name.Cole.I taped to screen and put the phone to my ear "What",I exclaimed rudly and with much attitude. "Times up",Cole said calmly which is very unlike him. "Look,the escape didn't go as planned.Did you really think an alpha male would just let his mate and child walk out of his life, you sadistic asshole?" "Who are you on the phone with?" said the voice that always makes me cream my panties...Jacob.My mate.   Conversation "Hey baby," I say as I quickly hang up the phone and set it on the counter guiltly. As jacob fully entered the room my breath caught in my throught as I looked into his green eyes and disheveled dark hair. "Don't fucking lie to me Lana, I'm not in the mood." he said as he walked up so close to me that there was no space between our heated bodies. I was scared to admit that I had been talking to my husband with Jacob looking at me like he wanted to throttle me. "Okay baby, calm down I was on the phone with my husband Kane." As soon as the words left my mouth I was meet with a loud and powerful roar. "Don't ever call him that again, he is nothing to you. I am your mate,the father of your child, and soon to be husband. Now be very clear and tell me what he wanted." Jacob said as he grabed me by the base of my neck and pulled  me colse till there was no space between. "He wanted to know why I didn't escape and when I told him he told me that" times up" Publication Date: October 19th 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-km4bb2a00072415

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Tati S The Love Triangle A big messy mess. Chapter 1 "Okay you can't be serious he's our English teacher Andrea," my friend Zia says hands on her hips. Okay so what he's our English teacher, he likes me I like him" I say sipping my soda. My name is Andrea and I'm 17 years old and I go to Richmond High School in L.A California. Zia sits beside me shaking her head "all these dudes that want to get with you and you choose Mr. Johnson?" "Pretty much" my three other girls Kelly, Mia, and Maria walk up to us. "What's up?" Kelly asks sitting behind me on the bench "nothing much talking about Mr. Johnson" Zia declares raising her eyebrows at me. "Oh well, how is your boo thang Andrea?" Mia asks smiling at me "great, just great" I finish up my soda putting the can on Zia's tray. "Well I'm so glad we're in his class together so I can keep my eye on you, and you have on your cheerleading outfit, you know he loves when you wear it," Kelly mentions. I am the captain of the cheerleading squad and on game nights we get to wear our uniforms to school "yep" the bell rings and we get up walking to our lockers. At our lockers, as we're getting our books we hear whistling behind us, I turn to see Rob and the football team, I roll my eyes turning back to my locker. Rob is a guy I've gone to school with since Freshman year, he's always had a crush on me but I never gave him a chance because he was rude and a player. He's really handsome, tall, dark skin, hazel eyes, and has dreadlocks, but his personality is very unattractive. "So Andrea what are we doing after the game tonight?" I hear Rob ask from behind me "uh, nothing" I reply looking at him. "Oh, so it's like that?" He backs me into my locker putting his hands on my waist I sigh looking at my girls who were looking as annoyed as I felt. He moves his face closer to mine "move Rob I need to get to class" and with that, I push him away and walk off with my girls. "Gosh, he is such an asshole" Maria mutters "all of them are" Kelly seconds I laugh walking into English class, as soon as I walk in I look at Mr. Johnson he smiles at me and I wink, the bell rings and I sit in the third row where I always sit. "Okay class let's get started" he takes roll and starts his lesson, he then makes us take out our books and do our classwork for today, I take out my cell and text Sean, that's Mr. Johnson's real name. I text hey baby and after I send it I look up at him, he's looking down with a smile so I assume he just read my text. My cell vibrates, it was a text from Sean saying what's up I bite my lip holding back a smile texting back me and u 2nite after the game, your house and I send it. The first time I had seen Sean I tried my best to get his attention and so did many other girls and teachers. He is tall, brown skin, muscular, fresh hair cut with waves, and he looks extra sexy in a suit my cell vibrates once again, it was a text from Sean saying OK what u got in mind? I glance back up at him and he was watching me I look back down at my cell to text back oh nothing, I just wanna play some games in the bed and I laugh quietly to myself sending the text. I look at my girls who were also discreetly on their phones, my cell vibrates I check the text from him saying OK deal I look up once again to find Sean staring at me I lick my lips in a sexy way he smiles shaking his head. At the end of class, I signal for my girls to wait for me outside the door and after everyone is out of the room I walk up to Sean. He gets up from behind his desk and puts his arms around my waist I give him a long kiss "I'll see you tonight" he whispers in my ear "OK" and as I walk away he smacks my butt I laugh walking out of the room. I used to worry about people seeing me and him together but we're careful so those worries have faded away. "I saw that Andy" Mia says smirking at me I'm guessing my other girls saw it too because they were laughing. "Y'all are stupid" we walk to our lockers, that was like our usual meet up spot "let's meet outside the gym after school" they all agree and we split up, I hurry to Math class so I don't have to hear Mrs. Davis's mouth. When I get to the door my best friend Shaq slips his arm around my shoulders "what up ma?" He asks kissing my cheek "you tell me, why weren't you at lunch?" Cause I had things to do" I roll my eyes sitting in the seat next to his, Shaq and I have been best friends since Pre-k we told each other everything about everyone, he's more like a brother than a best friend "so how is Mr. Johnson?" "I wish you guys would call him Sean around me" he shrugs crossing his arms "you know it's not right Andy" this time I shrug with a sigh "that's too bad, I really like him, he really likes me so we do our own thing." The teacher still hadn't come in "well I hope you haven't had sex with him" I smile secretly at Shaq and his eyes widen "I couldn't resist" he laughs in disbelief "that's messed up, you give the teacher some but when I try to get a hit you turn a brother down." I laugh punching his shoulder as a white guy walks in behind Mrs. Person and Mr. Kel our principal, and assistant principal. "Okay class Mrs. Davis is not going to be here today, but you do have a new student, Jake Little, um Andrea you and Jake have the same schedule so you can show him around, raise your hand, Andrea." I smile at Jake raising my hand he smiles back walking back to where I'm sitting all the girls were staring at him in awe as he sits next to me, I glance at Shaq who was smiling. "I will be subbing so take out your books and get to work, Andrea if you don't mind can you show Jake what to do?" "No problem" I lean over to Jake "we're working on the Pythagorean theorem, piece of cake" he smiles a dazzling lopsided smile that made my stomach do somersaults "thanks" "You're welcome" I sit back in my seat pulling my shirt down but it rises back over my stomach showing my piercing. I stand up pulling down my shirt and pulling my skirt up a little, then I sit back down looking at Jake who was totally checking me out. I walk Jake out to his car after school "thanks for showing me around today" "You're welcome, are you coming to the game tonight?" He shrugs smiling at me "I might just to see you jumping around in that little skirt" I laugh moving my long, black, silky hair to the right side of my shoulder. "Well I better get going," I say backing up "okay see ya later" "Later" I turn around running back inside the school. Jake is beyond fine, tall, with curly hair that fell into his handsome face, his eyes were a deep blue, his smile was mesmerizing, and he smelled really good, I run into the gym where the team was already doing stretches I sit beside Zia. "Where have you been?" She asks glancing at me "sorry, I walked the new guy out" I didn't look at her because I knew she was giving me that look that for some reason always made me feel guilty. "You didn't" "I did" I open my legs doing a split "bad girlfriend" I sigh "it was nothing, I just walked him to his car" she rolls her eyes and I stand up "OK guys let's start" we do our cheers while the girls and guys practice then its 4:00, time for the game to begin. "They are good" Zia mutters beside me, she was talking about the other basketball team, we get up to do our cheer for the second half. Kelly starts the cheer off I stand way back and so does another girl on the team named Brittany. We were going to do cartwheels then when we got to the front do a split and finally it's our turn Brittany and I smile at each other then start to do our cartwheels, when we do our split the crowd goes wild. "Whoo," I yell touching my toe and run back to sit on the bench "okay I'm in serious need of something to drink," I say with a wiping my face with my towel. Sean was working the concession stand as he did at every home game "just so you can see Mr. Johnson" Mia says as she and Zia follow me "exactly" I take two dollars out of my wallet and walk to the back where the concession stand is. My dad was out there talking to Zia's dad who I called Uncle Marc, I run up to them but my girls stay in line "hey daddy, hey Uncle Marc" I give them both a hug. Zia and I have been best friends since we were born her parents and my parents went to high school and college together. Zia and I call each other sisters, not best friends, just like Shaq and I "you did good out there pumpkin" my dad says "thanks daddy, where's mommy?" Work, are you going out tonight after the game?" "Yes, so I won't be home until later," I say smirking "OK" I look at my girls who were second in line "well I better go, bye daddy, bye Uncle Marc" I give them a hug and blow them a kiss before running to where my friends were. "They were about to talk you to death weren't they?" Maria asks laughing I laugh with her "couldn't let that happen" we move up and I smile at Sean he smiles back. "Hey ladies what can I get you?" "I want a soda" Maria states "just a snicker" Zia declares "well I want a soda and a big piece of you" I flirt leaning in closer with a wink he laughs shaking his head. Zia hits my arm I sigh rolling my eyes "thank you" we say in unison I knew Sean was looking after us so I give him a sight to see. I start shaking then I hold up the back of my skirt I laugh looking back at him and he was laughing too "dude" Maria says laughing also I shrug strutting out. After the game, I'm one of the last ones to leave, the cheerleaders and basketball players help clean up the gym after most games. "I am so glad its Friday," one of the basketball players Billy says sweeping the trash up slowly. I laugh "you and me both, that's why I'm about to go," I say blowing him a kiss he just frowns. I go into the locker room assuming I was the only one in there, I guessed wrong "hey sexy" I spin around seeing Rob I sigh "you're not supposed to be in here." He shrugs moving closer to me "who cares?" "I do" I grab my bags putting them up on my shoulders, close my locker, and get ready to go out. Rob stops me by pushing me against the lockers "why you keep giving me a hard time?" He whispers in my ear his right hand on my waist "maybe because I don't like you" I say as if it was obvious. He kisses my neck and I slap him "stop being an ass" he looks at me in disbelief "yeah, I slapped you, what you gone do, hit me?" I dared he punches the lockers making me jump "damn it Andy stop being such a bitch" he grabs my arm and I try to push him away "is there a problem here?" we look towards the door and there stands Jake and Zia glaring at Rob, he lets my arm go "Nah man" Jake looks at me "Andrea?" I glare at Rob. "I'm cool" and with that, I walk out of the locker room "Andy are you sure you're cool?" Zia asks suddenly beside me I nod "yes, thanks for coming, both of you, Zia I'll call you with the details later" she looks confused for a minute then "oh OK" she gives me a hug and runs off. "Can I walk you out?" Jake asks "yeah, sure" he takes my bookbag following me out "so you did good out there tonight" "Thanks, glad you came" "Me too, I got a great treat" I laugh as we walk through the parking lot until we make it to my car. Whoa, nice car" "Thank you" I unlock the doors to my red 2012 Mustang, he hands me the bookbag as I put it and my other belongings in the backseat. I turn back to him "thanks again for saving me back there" "No problem, I'll catch you later" "OK, bye" and with that I get into my car, driving away. Once I get to Sean's house I am suddenly in good spirits, I came to Sean's house so much it was like a second home. I knock on the door even though I had the key, he opens the door standing in only some jeans "hey beautiful" he declares picking me up into a kiss and hug carrying me to the couch. "Hey, baby" I push him away "first, I need a shower" he laughs "cool go ahead, your clothes are in that same drawer upstairs in my room" I smile at him hopping up "OK so...you wanna join me?" "Naw go ahead, I'll work on you when you come out" "Fine, well can you at least walk me up?" "My pleasure." Sean is 23 years old and his house is pretty big for him to be a teacher, we've been seeing each other for about 6 months now and even though I know it's wrong I can't help myself. It started one day after school, he was helping me with an assignment and the whole time sparks were flying between us. Once we finished he walked me to the door and I quickly kissed him, the next day I didn't even show up to school because I was so afraid I'd get in trouble. When I finally went back to his class two days later I was still nervous and even more nervous when he asked to see me afterward. He let me know I wasn't in trouble and he wasn't mad, he actually enjoyed the kiss and then he gave me his number, told me to call him anytime and it went from there. "You did good tonight," he says wrapping his arms around my waist "thanks" we go into his room and I go to the dresser that had my things in it. "Are you sure you don't wanna join me?" "Yes" I roll my eyes taking out my sexy, lacy, panties, my bra, and my booty shorts, I had no shirt so I just shrug walking into the bathroom "be out in a few" I yell leaving the door open just a crack. When I'm done I walk out with only my shorts and bra on "hey" I walk over to where he's lying on the bed "hey" I lay beside him "what time is it?" he looks at his watch "10:02" I make a face "what time you have to be home?" "No time but I don't want to get in too late" He smiles giving me a kiss I deepen the kiss by putting my arms around his neck. I get on top of him without breaking the kiss and I unzip his pants while he unclasps my bra "Andy you sure about this?" "You ask me that every time we're about to have sex, yes I'm sure" and I lean back down kissing him. He throws my bra on the floor I lean up so he can take off his boxers and pants and I take off my panties and shorts. Once we're both naked he starts sucking on my tits I moan moving against him, he puts a hand between my legs moving upwards until one finger is inside of me I groan as he gently bites on my nipple. "I need you, now" I groan while he puts another finger inside of me then he moves away digging in his nightstand, takes out a gold condom, and slips it on. Before he can even lay down I'm on top of him he laughs "you're so impatient" and slides inside of me. "Gosh" I sigh he flips me over going deeper into me I sob as he jerks my hips upward and drives even deeper into me, I throw my legs around his waist feeling myself about to climax. I scream letting go with Sean not far behind. After another round, he slowly lays beside me letting our heart rates go down "I love you, but you better get home" he declares rubbing on my stomach "you're right" I mumble sliding over closer to him "and I love you too" I whispered looking into his eyes "I know baby" he says kissing my forehead and rubbing my hair. I lay my head on his chest closing my eyes, he was my happy place.   Chapter 2 Sean made it hard for me to leave, kept touching on me and kissing on me, I swear I loved him soo much. When I get home I notice that my dad's there but my mom isn't, I sigh, she's hardly ever home mostly because she's a lawyer and my dad's an entrepreneur so they both make good money. They always tried to make time for me, my little sister Destiny who's 12, and my little brother Michael who's 14, I know its hard for them to so I don't push it. I also have a big brother and a big sister, my brother Jay is a Senior at ECU in Greenville NC and my big sister Leah is 27 years old, married, and has a little boy who's three named M.J. I unlock the house door carrying my bags, feeling good, and not the least bit sleepy "hey guys" I say to my brother and sister who were playing their Xbox in the huge living room. "Hey" they declare not even looking at me "where is dad?" "In his office," Destiny says at the same time Michael says "in his office" I roll my eyes and I hear a loud boom on the TV, Destiny had just killed Michael's man "damn!" He yells throwing down the remote control "haha" Destiny laughs with a big smile "Mike watch your language" I replied shaking my head. Lots of people said my sister looked like me but I didn't see it, she's tall, I'm short, we both have very long hair, and we're both light-skinned. I loved to do hair and dress people up so I often did Michael, Destiny, and my hair. Michael looks just like my dad tall, curly baby hair, muscular, and very good at sports, although Michael is younger than me he takes up for me and just like my dad and Jay, he'll beat anybody down for me, my sisters, or my mom in a heartbeat. My cell rings as I'm walking to my room, its Shaq "hey Shaq" "Hey Andy, I knew your ass wouldn't be sleep" I go inside my room shutting the door behind me "actually I just got home" then I get an idea "can you come over for a little, my mom's at work and you know my dad wouldn't mind." Shaq always comes to my house, he even spent the night sometimes "aiight then I'll be there in 10 minutes" "OK, peace" "Peace" I hang up starting to take off my clothes. I take another shower, slip on my Mickey Mouse pajamas, and head to the kitchen "oh hey dad" my dad was sitting to the table doing work when I walk in. "Hey Muffin what's up?" "Nothing, dad isn't it OK for Shaq to come over?" "Yeah, I mean he does all the time" I go over to the refrigerator taking out bananas, kiwi, strawberries, and peaches "daddy you want a smoothie?" "No thanks sweetie, oh by the way your mom will be home soon" I nod putting the fruit in the blender. The doorbell rings, I leave my things where they are then run to the door and there stand Shaq and Jake. "Hey, guys Jake what are you doing here?" "Well after the game Shaq and I decided to hang out" "Oh" I let them in Shaq gives me a big hug "you did good out there tonight" "Thanks." Now one thing that is true is that my house is huge, our house is green with chandeliers in the living room, dining room, and kitchen, we have shiny tile floors, but the living room floor is green carpet. When people see that I love to read and write they can't believe it because for one I'm the cheerleading captain, I've been getting all A's since I was younger, I'm very smart and I can't stand some dumb boys. I lead them to the kitchen "what's up Mr. Brown?" Shaq asks as we walk in "hey Shaq" he says looking at Jake "daddy this is another friend of mine Jake, he just moved here" my dad smiles standing up "nice to meet you, Jake" "Same here Mr. Brown." My dad is fine its the reason why teachers love seeing him he's built, dark-skinned, and is always smiling at everyone "well you kids have fun and Jake, Shaq I don't blame you if you end up staying the night" Shaq laughs as my dad walks out and Destiny and Michael run in laughing. "Hey Shaq," Destiny says giving him a hug, Michael gives him some dap, I finally finish making my smoothie and I pour it in a cup, my brother and sister stare at Jake. "Jeez guys this is my friend Jake, Jake this is my sister Destiny and my brother Michael" he smiles at them "hey, you're cute" Destiny flirts batting her eyelashes he laughs "thank you, and you're a very beautiful young lady" she giggles and blushes I chuckle. "Y'all want something to drink?" Jake shakes his head but Shaq walks right over to the refrigerator taking out a soda "or help yourself" I look at Jake who winks at me and shakes his hair out of his face in this sexy way, I turn my head trying not to look at him. "Well guys I'm going to bed" Michael announces throwing up the peace sign and walking out I hop up "I'm going upstairs" I declare glancing at Destiny "I'm going to watch TV" she smiles one last time at Jake and walks out I shake my head. "So what have ya'll been up to?" I ask going up the curvy staircase "nothing really, went to Jake's house" Shaq says running up to my room ahead of Jake and I. "He knows this place pretty well doesn't he" Jake says walking beside me "yeah, him and Zia act like this is their second home" we finally make it to my room where Shaq already had his shoes off, remote in his hand, and lying on my bed. I lay beside Shaq and Jake sits beside me, my bed is huge "let's watch The Game" I say taking the remote out of Shaq's hand and turning the TV "you like this show?" "Love it" and he winks at me I chuckle looking back at the TV and Jake lies down beside me. "So Andrea, you got work tomorrow?" Shaq asks yawning "yep" I don't need a job but I've always thought it would be good for me, so I do, I work at a barbershop not too far from my house. I love working at the barbershop its soo much fun I also help out at the disability center on Thursdays and Fridays form 4:00-6:00 but I choose to. I worked at the barbershop on Mondays-Wednesdays we didn't have work today thank god, on game nights my boss Mitch made me come in on Saturday or Sunday which I had no problem with. "Where you work?" Jake asks moving closer to me "the barbershop downtown" he nods "that's cool" "Yep" "Her lunch break is 4:30" Shaq declares smiling I laugh shrugging "like he cares" "It's very helpful" Jake replies hitting my shoulder with his, I do it back. "Well, Jake man you ready to roll out?" Shaq asks sitting up "yeah" he gets up "well Andy we out see you tomorrow I get up following them out the door and down the stairs. "Okay" at the door Shaq gives me a hug and kiss on the cheek after Shaq walks out the door Jake gives me a hug I smile in surprise. "See you tomorrow beautiful" he whispers in my ear, I nod dumbfounded watching him walk to Shaq's car. "I think I like Jake," I tell my girls on our way to English class the next day Kelly gasps "but you can't, you already go out with Sean" I sigh knowing it was true. "Well as smart as you are I know you'll figure out something," Zia says putting an arm around my shoulders, Sean is writing on the board when we get into the class he smiles brightly seeing me I wink walking back to my seat. Sean and I have been going out since I was in the 10th grade "OK guys today we will be writing an essay on the most important person in your life and why they are the most important, be creative, give me details and it must be two pages, get started" I groan not really feeling the assignment. I take out my cell when he hands out the paper for us to get started I text Sean saying u always have been bad giving assignments...baby u should do better I send it putting my cell in my lap ready to start on my essay just at that moment my cell vibrates. A text from Sean saying am I bad in the bed 2?? I laugh to myself trying to hold it in Ohh no you're the best I've ever had I send it. I had already decided that I was going to write about my dad, he's very important to me, I get a text thought so...want to get my loving 2nite? I make a pouting face I would love to but I've got to work. I start writing, bored out of my mind "pssst" I turn my head slightly looking at Zia she hands me a note smiling just a little it said Andrea, I was wondering if you would like to do something Saturday, excuse me if I'm being too forward --Jake I smile looking over at him then I write OK circling it multiple times "Zia pass it back" she narrows her eyes but passes it back and I get a text Too bad. Now get bck to work before I whoop u I smile in amusement but I slip it in my pocket and I glance over at Jake who was smiling just slightly. I head to my car after school "Andrea, wait up" I turn to see Shaq running my way "Hello Shaquille what can I do for you?" "My hair" I run my fingers through his baby hair "OK, but after I get off work tonight" he grins "can I bring homeboy along?" I sigh rolling my eyes "do whatever you want" I open the door to my car "goodbye Shaq, see you tonight" I drive off going to Dunkin Doughnuts. The thing the guys love most about me at the shop is I'm always bringing them something to eat, After I get 5 boxes of doughnuts I head to the shop, oh and another thing, the guys loved to flirt with me. Once at the shop I take out the doughnuts and my purse, then head inside "There goes my sexy mama right there" white boy Mark yells I smile rolling my eyes "hey guys" "Hey Andy," they all say together I head to the back. Six dudes worked here Mark, Lawrence, Josh, Walker, K.C, and Mitch, I'm the only girl. I walk back out tightening my smop that I had to wear. "So what's up sexy?" Josh asks as I get to my station that's between his and Mark's "nothing much, chilling, being cool" he chuckles "looking good in that skirt" Mark declares looking at my butt I laugh "thank you, Mark" "Anytime" I look at the customers and I notice this mixed little boy sitting all alone looking scared. "Hey little man, you want to go get a doughnut so then I can do your hair?" I ask he looks at me through his load of hair, he nods. I hold my hand out and he takes it "awww look at Andy being nice to the little boy" "Shut up K.C" I look at the cute little boy "my name is Andy, what's yours?" He turns his green eyes on me "Jackson" he sounded so sweet "that's a cute name and how old are you?" "Six" I hand him the doughnut and we walk back out to my station, he sits down in my chair "Andrea you coming on Sunday?" Mitch asks "if you need me to, I don't have any plans" I look down at Jackson "you want some braids?" He looks around thoughtfully "yes please" he had such good manners. "I wish you guys were as sweet as he is," I say pointing to Jackson "man I'm very sweet, wanna see if I'm sweet in the bed too Andy?" I laugh shaking my head "no thanks Lawrence" I put grease on his scalp beginning to braid "yo, check this out, his brother is white, and he's mixed, weird" Walker declares cutting another man's hair "it happens" Josh says as Mark moves to turn on the radio. The barbershop is big and it was a little packed, most of the guys only came to talk and gossip "maybe we should make Andy our person who brings in snacks K.C says coming from out of the backroom licking his lips, he probably just ate a doughnut. "I thought I already am" I joke as South Dallas Swag comes on, Jackson starts singing it, I was glad that I was already about done with his hair. All of a sudden Jackson jumps up and starts doing the dance I laugh and so does everyone else I mean he was a sight to see. When he's done everybody starts trying to talk to him "OK guys let me finish his hair so when his parents come to get him he'll be ready" Jackson comes to sit back down I give him a high five "nice little man" he just smiles like he's satisfied. By the time I'm done with Jackson and four other people it's my lunch break "I'm going to lunch" I announce coming from the back with my purse and keys I walk over to Jackson who was on his third doughnut. "Who's coming to pick you up, sweetie?" He shrugs "my brother I think" I really didn't want to leave him here with all these men and he looked like he was starving. "Come on" I hold out my hand, he takes it while picking up his Coogi jacket as we're walking out I almost bump into a running Jake "hey Andy" "Hey Jake" he looks down and smiles clearly amused "trying to kidnap my brother I see" "I didn't even know he was your brother, I was just taking him to get something to eat, he's been here for a really long time" I could kind of see the resemblance between the two of them. "You know you shouldn't have left him alone" he shrugs "had things to do, plus it looks like Jack's grown onto you," he says pointing to Jackson who was hugging my leg. "He's my new favorite customer" Jake smiles with a twinkle in his eyes "well I was just going to take Jack to get something to eat, wanna tag along?" I make a face "I would hate to be a bother" "You wouldn't, I would love to get to know you better and Jackson is attached to you" I chuckle "OK" he smiles that smile that made my insides roll "well let's go" and Jake grabs my other hand catching me completely off guard but I make no move to pull away. "Jakey you left me alone" Jackson mutters from beside me "sorry little man" we get to a gray jeep with Jake's name on the side "nice," I say approvingly " thank you" he goes around opening my door and Jackson's door "thanks" "No problem, buckle up J Bug" he closes my door and walks to his side. "So where do ya'll want to eat at?" "Burger King" Jackson yells from the back I laugh "What about you Apples?" I raise an eyebrow looking over at him "nice nickname, it doesn't matter Burger King's cool" we drive with Jackson the only person singing the songs. "Oh Jake your brother had us cracking up in the shop" "What he do?" "Man, he was in there dancing and singing to South Dallas Swag" Jake laughs "yeah he loves that song, I taught him how to do the dance so now every time it comes on he does the dance." I chuckle "do you have any other brothers or sisters?" "Yeah an older brother named Derrick, a younger sister named Kelsey, and a deaf younger brother named Jaylen," I notice him tense up when he mentions his brother being deaf "you know Jake, there's nothing wrong with having a brother that's deaf. Sometimes I work at the disability center and I love it and the kids, they're wonderful and special" he doesn't say anything then he says "I go see Jaylen every day no matter what. I would love for you to meet him and the rest of my family" I raise my eyebrows in surprise "I'd like that" he smiles and nods. We pull up to the drive-through, order our food, and head to the park, once at the park Jackson barely eats all he wanted to do was play. "You are soo beautiful" I blush when Jake says that to me "I mean it, you're sexy as hell" we both laugh, I look at my watch it read 5:00. We better get going" I put my uneaten food in the bag while Jake gets Jackson, then we head to Jake's jeep then to the barbershop "can I stay with you, Andy?" Jackson asks giving me the puppy dog eyes "sure" I say not hesitating to even think about it. "Andy you don't have to" "I know but I want to, you can pick him up tonight when you and Shaq come over" he sighs shaking his head "OK then." Jackson jumps out of the jeep running into the barbershop "he's going to be in love with you by the end of the week" we both get out and I glance inside the shop to see my co-workers looking at us. "So I'll see you later" "Yeah" he hugs me around my waist "cant wait" he whispers in my ear as his hands move farther down then he steps back. "Bye" "Bye" and with that, he gets into his jeep and drives off I walk inside the shop "so that's your new boyfriend?" Lawrence asks twirling Jackson around in his chair, the shop was just about empty which is surprising. "No Lawrence, he's just a friend" I drink some of my tea "yeah, yeah, whatever you say Andy" K.C smirks "ya'll are stupid, go get a girlfriend" they all just laugh. It's after 8 when I finally leave the shop but Jackson and I go get some ice cream and bubble gum then only do we head to my house my parents are already there. "I'm home" I yell walking into the kitchen with Jackson trailing behind "ooh you brought another cutie home" Destiny swoons sitting beside him I laugh helping Jackson open his ice cream sandwich. "My name's Destiny when you're done you wanna play some video games?" He starts nodding vigorously "cool then" the doorbell rings. "Des can you get that?" She runs out of the kitchen "you thirsty?" He nods again licking his fingers "want some juice, water, or Kool-Aid?" "Juice" I take out the juice and a cup "hey guys," Shaq says walking in I pour Jackson's juice "what's up?" "Nothing much," Jake says rubbing Jackson's head "he hasn't been a pain in the butt has he?" "Nope, sure hasn't, he's a good little boy, and he's sweet" Jackson smiles at me. "So are you ready to go play some games, Jackson?" Destiny asks walking back into the kitchen "yes let's do it" he yells jumping off the chair and leaving out behind my sister. "I think I left my phone in the car, I'll be right back," Shaq says patting his pockets and walking out of the kitchen, leaving Jake and I alone. For a moment neither of us says anything we just look at each other, he was looking so good too, like always, "Andy why are you giving me so much a hard time?" "What do you mean?" I question drinking some more of my smoothie "I mean, you know I like you so why not be my girl?" I bite my lip to keep from smiling so hard. I knew Jake liked me but to hear him say it gave me butterflies all in my stomach "well I have to get to know you more before I can become your girl" "So then go on a date with me" he offers walking over to where I am. I wanted to say yes to going on a date but I knew if that happened I'd feel bad because I'm already involved with Sean. Then a part of me wanted to go ahead and tell Jake I'm involved with someone but deep down I don't want him to lose interest because of that, and I don't know what he'd think of me if he knew I was dating a teacher at the school. No one knew about me and Sean except my best friends, I trusted they wouldn't tell anyone, it was important to me that no one else knew about the relationship because I'd die if Sean got into anyone trouble. "I would Jake but I don't know if that's the best idea" "And why is that? You're not feeling me?" He questions, now he was right in front of me, my heart was pounding so hard and fast in my chest I was sure he could hear it. "You know I'm feeling you Jake" I whisper as he puts one hand on my waist pulling me into his body, he had on some cologne that turned me on as soon as I smelled it. "Then go out with me" he suggests lifting my chin so I'm staring into his blue eyes and just then someone behind Jake clears their throat. We hurriedly pull apart to see Shaq and Michael standing in the doorway smirking at us "just nasty" Michael comments making a face and walking off. "I leave you two alone for 5 minutes and look what happens" Shaq jokes shaking his head "oh shut up," I say moving away from Jake without looking at him, my face was already hot and I knew looking at him would only make it worse. I wasn't trying to get too involved with Jake but he wasn't making it easy for me, I was slowly beginning to want him more and more. Chapter 3 One thing I hated to be was confused, and at this point, I was past confused. I wanted Jake but I also wanted Sean, they both had everything I wanted in a boyfriend and they both treated me so good. I have a deeper connection with Sean though because I've known him longer, he was my first and only, and I had so much love for him. But on the other hand, Jake makes me feel wanted and he turns me on just by making eye contact, then they're both just so fine. "Hello, earth to Andy" my mom sings snapping her fingers in my face bringing me back to reality "oh I'm sorry mommy" I mumble sipping on my lemonade. We were at the nail salon getting our nails and feet done, a part of our monthly mother-daughter day ritual. She's always so busy with work that she doesn't get to spend a lot of time with any of us, the  Publication Date: July 1st 2020 https://www.bookrix.com/-kandiicanedelight13

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baya walker my sister watches anyone who reads and enjoys this book my sister watches Little Sister Watches One day, I was home watching a movie by myself, and my sister walked in the door.  She was 14 at the time, and just beginning to develop quite nicely, with rounded small breasts.  She plopped down on the couch next to me and asked what I was watching, and I pretended like I didn't know, trying to find the remote to turn off the porno I had in the VCR.  I couldn't find it, so I had to get up to turn it off.  I think she noticed the bulge in my jeans, becuase she said, "You don't have to hide it from me, I'm old enough now..."  I was 16 years old and had a steady girlfriend, who was quite experimental, and we had great sex.  "Oh, ya, old enuff, huh?  You've done it?" I asked.  "No, but my friends talk about it all the time.  I know enough."   "You don't know shit," I said, "You're just a kid!"  This made her mad, she hates it when I call her a kid.  "I've seen you and Melanie doing it in your room!" she yelled at me from her bedroom.  I stopped where I was, and wondered if I heard her correctly....she's seen us, huh?  "What did you see?" I asked.  "Melanie was on top of you...she was bouncing up and down on you...I know what you were doing...I ain't stupid."  This kinda turned me on...knowing my little sister was watching.  I walked up to the door of her bedroom. "So what did you do?" I asked.   "Nothing, just watched for a while, then I went over to Natalie's house."  I got up my nerve...."So, would you like to watch again?"  She opened the door and just looked at me. "Well," I said, "do you?"  She smiled and said, "I guess."  I told her to wait in my bedroom for a while, I had to call Melanie.  I called Mel and told her what had happened, she seemed weary at first, but I talked her into it...after all, she was just going to watch.  I went back into the bedroom and told Lisa (my sister) that Melanie was on her way over. "Are you nervous?" I asked.  "Naw, not really," she said, "I've seen it before...no big deal."  I knew she was, her leg was shaking like it always does when she is nervous.  Melanie showed up about 10 minutes later and I met her at the door.  "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked me.  "Ya...I find it a turn on, don't you?" I answered.  And she started kissing me while pushing me back to my room.  I glanced at Lisa when we entered the room and she was still shaking that leg. Melanie pushed me onto the bed and started to unzip my jeans.  She pulled them down to my ankles, and then pulled my boxers down, releasing my cock for Lisa to see.  Melanie started to stroke it up and down. "Gawd, it's sooo big," Melanie said, glancing at Lisa.  Lisa took a big gulp and just stared at my trobbing dick.  Melanies mouth went around my cock and she inched it into her mouth, moaning as it slid over her tounge.  I stared at Lisa while she watched Mel take all of me into her mouth, and she squeezed her thighs together, her little skirt crawling up her legs.  I glanced at the floor beneath her, and noticed her panties were already on the floor next to her chair.  "It's OK if you want to touch yourself," I said, "you don't have to hide it from me." Melanie came up and said, "If it would make you more comfortable, I will  get naked," and she took her shirt and bra off.  Mel's got beautiful 34-C tits, with nipples that are permanently hard.  Then she stood up and slipped off her jeans and panties.  Lisa watched as Mel rubbed her hands over her beautiful breasts and down her stomach.  She stopped right above her bush and backed over me, straddling me.  She then took her fingers and parted her pussy lips and glided me into her. She went down the whole length and stayed there for a minute before going back up.  I was wondering what was taking her so long, until I peeked around her and noticed that Lisa was all the way naked!  She was sitting in the chair with no clothes on, one leg on the chair, and touching her pussy.  I glanced at Mel, and she was all smiles, I could tell that this was turning her on.  She went a little faster, fucking me at a steady pace, staring at Lisa the whole time.  She kept moaning, "Oh, yeah,  Oh, yeah,  Oh gawd, this is soooo goood...mmmmmm"  I was just enjoying it when she stopped and said, "I want it doggy style," She got up and got on all fours on the floor....right in front of Lisa. Lisa didn't even move, she just stayed there watching Mel, staring at her body.  I got into position behind Mel and glided my rock hard cock into her wet cunt, fucking her real slow. I watched Lisa's face as I fucked Mel, and her hand was working that virgin puss really well, I could see the wetness on her fingers and around her lips, and her clit was swollen so big and red...Mel was staring at it too, her eyes fixed on that red knob of Lisa's.  "Fuck me faster...faster...I want it...." Mel said, and I went a little faster, she bucked back against me to feel it harder, her eyes still fixed on Lisa's clit.  "I want it!" she said and lunged forward, her mouth connecting with Lisa's swollen clit.  I couldn't believe it, my girlfriend was eating my little sister's puss! Lisa jumped a little and she was shocked at what happened, but Mel kept her mouth on her wet mound, working that toungue around and around her clit, darting in and out of her wet hole.  Lisa looked at me in a state of shock, and I said, "It's okay, Lis, just relax and let it happen." She spread her legs wide and laid back in the chair, watching Mel's mouth carress her virgin cunt.  Lisa closed her eyes and tried to contain the twitching of her thighs and stomach as Mel's tongue explored her, inside and out.  I fucked Mel faster now, knowing that she will cum any minute, hoping not to take this any farther than it had already gone.  Lisa started to shake and moan, softly at first, then louder, until she was screaming "Oh yes!" at the top of her lungs. My little sister was cumming on my girlfriends face, her wetness drenching Mel's mouth and chin, until Lisa pushed her away, saying "No More! No More! I can't....no more!"  Right then, Mel started to orgasm, her pussy gripping my cock as I pounded her tight hole.  Lisa grogily watched as I fucked Mel as hard as I could, squeezing every last ounce of energy out of her until she collapsed onto her belly on the floor.  Mel had had enough, but I was still rock hard.  "What are you gonna do now?" Lisa asked me.  "I guess I'll just masturbate," I answered, and started to stroke my meat.  "Well, what about that stuff that shoots out?  Gonna get it on the floor?" she asked.  "What are you getting at, Lis?" I asked.  "Well, you could shoot it on me, ya' know, so it doesn't get on anything.."  I couldn't believe my sister was talking like this.  "Okay, where do you want it?" I jokingly asked.  "On my bottom..." she said, "shoot it on my bottom." and she got on her knees on the chair, sticking that tight little ass into the air.  I could hardly believe I was staring at my 14 year old sisters ass and puss, stroking my meat, about ready to shoot my wad around her tight asshole.  I could smell her juices, and couldn't get my eyes off of that perfect ass.  Mel turned over on her back, and watched as I jerked off, staring at my sister. "Don't you want to touch me?" Lisa asked, "Don't you want to touch my bottom?  Or my pussy?"  My left hand carressed her ass, lightly touching her tight hole, imagining what it would be like to slide my cock inside of it.  I moved my hand down to her puss and got my middle finger wet with her juices and moistened her asshole with it.  I gently pushed my finger into her bottom, waiting for her muscle to relax, so I could push it farther.  "OOhhhhh....Yeah.....Oh, be gentle," she said, as I pushed my middle finger deeper inside of her.  I slowly pulled it out, then back in feeling her muscle tighten around my finger as I fucked her ass with it. "Oh, wow.  That feels good.....that feels good....keep going."  My sister was enjoying me finger fucking her asshole, and this was turning me on so much, I could hardly keep from cumming.  Mel was enjoying this too, as she was carressing Lisa's small breasts, tweaking her small pointed nipples. "I'm gonna cum pretty soon, Lis", I said, warning her. "No, not yet, I want you inside me...inside my bottom."  Now I really couldn't believe what I was hearing.  My sister wanted me to fuck her in the ass!  Mel immediately took my cock into her mouth to moisten it, then  moistened Lisa's asshole with her saliva, rubbing it around her hole with her fingers.  I pointed my cockhead at her entrance and pushed softly so the tip barely entered her.  She gasped and held her breath for a moment, then said "Slowly...please go slowly...." as I guided it into her virgin ass.  I got it about 1/4 of the way in, and pulled it slowly back out to the tip, then started my entrance again.  She moaned this time, pushing herself back against me as almost all my cock disappeared inside her bottom.  I pulled all the way out and pushed all the way in, all the way to the base of my cock and held it there for a while, letting her feel it deep inside of her.  I looked at Mel, and she was watching, playing with her pussy, enjoying what she was seeing.  I started to fuck her ass now, starting slowly, rubbing her cherry tits with my hands.  She was matching my motion, banging her ass against my waist, wanting it all.  "Lisa, your ass is so tight. I'm gonna cum..." "Shoot it inside of me...shoot it inside my bottom, I want to feel it." I fucked her faster now, my cum boiling in my balls, ready to shoot. "Here it comes...." I said, and pushed my cock to the hilt, shooting my hot wad inside my sister's tight little ass, my cocking throbbing and spasming, spilling it all into her bottom.  "Oh, yes," she said, "Oh, gawd, it feels soo warm, I can feel it inside of my tummy.  It feels so good."  After I emptied my wad into her, I pulled it out of her and fell back on the bed, exhausted.  Both Lisa and Mel crawled onto the bed and lied next to me, and we all fell asleep....until mom and dad got home....but that's another story..... Publication Date: December 14th 2016 https://www.bookrix.com/-my244088a901f75

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Deborah Pin Bound to Her Solve the Conflict! Deb - Bound to Her Bound to Her Deborah Pin English teacher Katrina’s patience is put to the test when sexy detective Dillon saunters into her classroom forty-five minutes late for parent-teacher conferences. Their first meeting is anything but amicable—but they’re soon together again in an entirely different and more unpleasant situation. When Dillon responds to a home invasion and assault, the last person he expects to see is his son’s fiery-tempered—and damn attractive— teacher, who has been haunting his thoughts since he aggravated her only days before. It soon becomes clear that Katrina’s attacker’s intentions are far more sinister than anyone initially realized and Dillon and Katrina’s time together becomes a necessity. But as the investigation heats up and their attraction mounts, Dillon is faced with a choice. Ignore the rules about getting involved with a witness—or risk it all for love. Bound to Her Debora Pin Chapter One Katrina wasn’t at all sure she wouldn’t call the man up and scream at him if he didn’t arrive soon. Last damn one of the day and he was standing her up. Her blasted head hurt as if it were in a vise. A vise that was tightening with every minute this man kept her waiting. She rifled through her desk drawer, hoping to find something with a painkiller in it. Cold medicine. Great . But she was desperate and it had acetaminophen in it. It might leave her wired for hours thanks to a good kick of real ephedrine but she’d rather be wired than in pain. “Are you Mrs. Page?” The voice was deep and masculine. Authority oozed from the assured tone. But this was her damn meeting. She slammed the drawer on her finger as she righted her body to see who spoke. As the pain bit into her fingertip, the words escaped her before she could reel them back in. “Son of a bitch!” He simply watched her appraisingly with an impassive expression that caused a knot of rage to twist in her gut. She didn’t need to know the man to guess who he was and he was late. She also held him completely responsible for her headache and that wasn’t helping her vengeful attitude. It was damn near eight o’clock in the evening and she was done with this day. “You must be Mr. Adler. And it’s Ms. by the way. You are aware you’re late?” Her voice was curt and cool. “Yes. I’m sorry but I got tied up and—” “I don’t care.” Oh boy was she in a mood. “I’ve been here since seven this morning. It’s now nearly eight at night. The least you could have done was call the office and let them know you were running late. They stayed open for just such a purpose tonight but I’m guessing whatever it is you were doing was far more important than this. Does that about sum it up?” He watched her for a moment, saying nothing, giving nothing away by the bland expression on his face. “As I said, I’m sorry. I’m a single parent and—” “Contrary to what you obviously think, you’re not my only single parent and every last one of them managed to make it to their assigned appointment.” Damn. In a mood didn’t quite touch her irritation with this man. He studied her intently but without so much as the slightest reaction to her anger. He was handsome—dark-brown hair, five o’clock shadow, oddly pretty eyes for such a masculine, brooding appearance. However stunning his light-brown eyes were, they were searing into her at the moment. He was tall and fit and she was fighting to hold his intense stare rather than letting her gaze wander down his strong frame. “Please have a seat.” Her voice was curt as she pulled her folder back out from her drawer. He eyed the nearest desk. “I think I’ll stand, thank you.” “Very well. I’m Seth’s homeroom teacher and I’m also the seventh grade English teacher. I’ve received reports from his other subjects to review with you as well. Seth is doing well in his math and science courses—above average in both—but he’s struggling with history and literature. I’m concerned his reading comprehension isn’t where it ought to be. This is his first year of junior high and I’m worried he could fall behind quickly if his reading comprehension doesn’t improve.” “I see. Do you have some recommendations?” The man’s jaw was tight but there was no mistaking the concern. He might not like her—not that she cared—but he was obviously concerned about his son’s progress. She shouldn’t be surprised but after their rough start she was. “We have a reading group for students who are struggling—” “My son knows how to read, Ms. Page.” He was starting to sound annoyed again—almost as much as she still was. “I’m not suggesting he doesn’t, but reading comprehension doesn’t simply revolve around reading as much as it does remembering and understanding what one reads. This group specifically addresses those concerns and I would recommend you consider putting him in this study group.” His jaw was working and his nostrils flared for a moment as he appeared to stew in irritation. He wasn’t the first parent to hear bad news during conferences and she supposed their rocky start hadn’t helped matters. She let the words sink in as she unconsciously pushed on her head between her eyebrows, trying to stifle the throbbing pain in her head. “Are you all right?” His voice was suddenly far gentler than it had been and the crease between his brows looked of concern, though she couldn’t imagine it after how she’d treated him. She had been rude. More than rude and that wasn’t Katrina’s habit. “I’m fine. I just have a headache.” He studied her for a moment longer with his arms crossed on his chest as he appraised the situation. “Very well. What do I need to do to sign him up for the group?” “Nothing at all. I’ll take care of it. The group meets in my classroom during morning study hall, so it won’t conflict with any of his current courses.” “Fine. I’m sorry I was a bit late.” His words were clipped and he didn’t sound at all sorry. He still sounded annoyed and what right did he have? She was annoyed and as he turned to leave, it was with a frustrated shake of his head that ratcheted up her own irritation just a hair further. “Yes well, I’m sorry I was a bit rude earlier.” Her words sounded no more apologetic than his but it was more a taunt than real regret she was imparting and her voice sounded of sarcasm. He’d only barely managed an apology and a pathetic one at that, so he’d get nothing better from her. He paused. He took a moment to turn toward her again and when he did she watched his very chiseled, handsome jaw work on his rather beautiful face as his very delicious-looking mouth pursed. “You weren’t a bit rude. You were exceptionally rude.” His hands were on hips as he squared off with her but Katrina was used to rude parents and she wasn’t going to be intimidated by this one. She stood putting her own hands on her hips. “Yes? Well you weren’t a little late. You were exceptionally late!” His eyebrows shot up as he watched her for a moment before turning once more and sauntering his handsome ass away from her. “Have a good evening, Ms. Page.” He didn’t even bother looking back at her. “What’s left of it.” She muttered under her breath to the empty room. He was long gone. She packed up, thinking her brain might fall out through her nose as she bent over. She slung her laptop bag and book bag over her shoulder and flipped the light switch as she left the room. The building was silent as she headed toward the exit and the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of her heels along the old concrete floors. Even the custodians were finished for the day. She was alone. She hated this place when it was empty. It scared the crap out of her, really. The usually bustling, loud and busy halls were terrifyingly still and ghostly. It was the perfect setup for a horror movie and she happened to be walking through this most unsettling scene by herself in near darkness. She pulled her pepper spray from the side of her book bag as she neared the exit door and as she bumped it open with her hip she nearly careened into Mr. Adler. She was sure he must have a first name but she’d be damned if she’d gotten it or paid attention to whether it was on her schedule or not. It was only after she realized she was aiming the pepper spray at him and his hands were up that she realized just how hard her heart was pounding. “Maybe point that elsewhere. I’m thrilled to see you’re carrying it but it’s not warranted with me, I assure you.” His voice was still intense and harsh but she couldn’t deny she was relieved to see him. “I’m not so sure of that. What are you still doing here?” It didn’t mean she was suddenly going to start being a sweetheart. He looked around a bit with his lips pursed for a moment. It was almost a sheepish expression, if this man was capable of such a thing. “The parking lot was empty—the building was too. I didn’t want to leave you here by yourself.” He was muttering. He was definitely still irritated —about as irritated as she felt—but it didn’t stop her cheeks from burning hot. Fortunately, the only light was coming from the parking lot lights. It was otherwise dark as pitch. It was a chilly Seattle night midway through the spring semester and she shivered as she pulled her jacket tighter around her. “I’ll walk you to your car,” he said. Well she wasn’t going to argue with that—not when her heart was still thudding away. “Maybe you could put the pepper spray away now?” “Yeah. Um…thanks for sticking around. I appreciate it. I can’t stand this place when there’s no one here.” “Well, it is my fault you’re here so late. It’s the least I could do.” They walked in silence to her lovely, sensible and used Subaru Outback. He watched her climb in and raised his hand in a casual gesture as he turned from her toward his not-so-sensible but far-more-rugged Chevrolet Tahoe. He was really something else to look at. Asshole of a personality, but hot damn he had the butt of an Adonis. He was wearing slim-cut charcoal-gray wool slacks that hugged his body beautifully and a light- gray dress shirt. It was dressy but not over the top. She got lost at the sight of that ass and it was only when she peered up quickly to his face and realized he was standing at his car door staring at her that she snapped back to this world. Fuck! He stared at her without an inkling of expression until she fumbled with her key that was already in the ignition, realizing too late that her car had already started. It made a god-awful noise as she turned over the engine again and he continued to eye her impassively. She threw her car into drive, nearly screeching out of her parking space as she took off. She snatched up her cell phone, dialing quickly. “So you know how I’m literally the world’s biggest dumbass?” “Of course I do. I mean, anyone who knows you knows you take the cake on idiocy.” It was Imogen, her best friend with whom she’d felt the need to call and share her humiliation. Imogen was a feisty brat from the U.K. who Katrina had met during their first year of college. They hadn’t been apart since, including working for the same school system. Imogen had obviously gotten home from parent-teacher conferences long before Katrina had. “Right, well, add another log to the idiot pile. What the f-bomb is wrong with me?” “You’re not in school, love. You can say fuck. No detention, I swear.” “Fuck fuck fuckity fuck! Why? Why? I mean really? Why am I such a moron?” Katrina was whizzing through streets, speeding far more than she should but the streets were fairly deserted and she was done done done being responsible for the day. “Uh oh, Trink. What happened?” “You know I hate it when you call me Trink. Why can’t you call me something cool like Kat?” “Kat’s taken by the chick in The Hunger Games . I’m afraid you’re just stuck with Trink. I don’t make the rules, dear. What about Trinkster?” Katrina was already starting to smile again. Bless Imogen’s heart for bringing a laugh to her life when she needed it most. “Anyway…” “Yes, anyway. What did you do this time?” “Oh you know…I was rude to a parent who consequently deserved my rudeness and then he caught me staring at his butt. The usual.” “Ah. So the parent had a nice butt, I take it? Or is this your new way of sizing up the parents at parent-teacher conferences? So whose parent are we talking about?” “Seth Adler.” “Ah… Yes. I don’t know the man but I’ve heard mention of his hotness factor and I’ve seen him from afar. Nice ass is right!” Katrina groaned as she remembered his expressionless face watching her while her eyes were glued like tractor beams to his backside. “It was awful. And I might have left my transmission in the parking lot too. Who knows?” She threw her hand up as her less-than-perfect alignment pulled her toward the center lane. Grabbing the wheel again, she righted her path. “You need a drink.” “I hear that, sista! But sadly I still have five more essays to grade tonight before I can call it a day. Grading and drinking do not mix. Listen, I gotta go, but I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” They disconnected quickly as Katrina pulled into her driveway. It was just a small home but she loved it. Her neighborhood in Seattle was quiet and modest and while not anywhere near the amazing views on the Sound or Lake Washington, it was all hers—thanks in large part to the inheritance her father left her years ago after passing away from lung cancer. Imogen called it a shack but in fact it was a quaint older bungalow-style home. Imogen was allowed to call it a shack because Imogen had money—lots of money—and no one had to die for her to get it. While Katrina struggled to eke out a living on the modest income afforded a teacher, Imogen taught simply for the love of it and nothing more—not that Katrina didn’t love it. Oddly enough, Imogen was the most down-to-earth, quirky and fun character Katrina had ever met. Her money didn’t spoil who she was in any way and she was just as content schlepping her way through Walmart by Katrina’s side as she was dragging Katrina through stores Katrina could never in a million years afford. When she entered, Kitty met her at the door. She was an old cat—at least twenty years at this point. She’d wandered up to her dad’s house as a stray when Katrina was still in elementary school and she’d just stuck. The poor old bat couldn’t hear a thing and when she meowed she more often than not made no sound. She had no idea, of course. She was simply deaf and had no clue her meow box wasn’t working anymore. She staggered like a drunken old soldier too. She was as neurologically messed up as she was deaf but she was a ravenous animal when it came to food and so Katrina couldn’t bear to put her down yet. Kitty was just far too content in her deaf, neurologically fucked-up, half-dead, older-than-dirt sort of way. The light on her answering machine that was just as old as her cat was blinking. “Trink, I think you should ask out the hot-butt parent. I’m assuming he’s single, otherwise you would have acted normal. You only really seem to act like a maniac when a man’s actually available. Anywho, love ya. Margaritas at Cabos tomorrow night. Be there or be square, love!” Beep. Katrina crawled into bed with a glass of wine and a stack of essays. She wasn’t going to let herself take even one sip until she was on the last essay. That would be her reward… * * * * * When Katrina woke the next morning, there was a full glass of red wine on her nightstand and three essays left to grade. Damn. Should have seen that one coming . The day was long. It was Friday. Fridays were always long and as she sat at her desk during free writing time, she tried to grade the rest of the essays. “Ms. Page?” The voice was quiet and when she looked up Seth Adler was standing in front of her. She was suddenly hit with guilt as she took in his sweet face. He had his father’s eyes and for whatever reason, she felt as though every rude word she’d said to his father was spoken in front of him. It wasn’t of course and he’d deserved it for sure. Beyond that, his father had a steely hard demeanor that she’d failed to crack in any way whatsoever, so her guilt didn’t make any sense but it was there nonetheless. “Hey, Seth. What’s up?” “My dad said I needed to talk to you about joining a study group for reading during study hall?” “Yeah. I’d love to have you in the group. I think it’ll really help you with your studies but I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble with your father. I certainly didn’t intend to. I just really think it would be a great group for you.” “Oh no. I’m not in trouble. He was glad you asked me to join. He just wanted me to make sure I was there when I was supposed to be.” Huh? And here she’d assumed Mr. Adler would put little stock in her group. “Great. Third period, this room. We work on comprehension exercises for the most part but we work in a group. So we may read individually for a while but then we discuss and quiz each other over the material. It’s more fun than it sounds, and I always have snacks to help you ruin your appetite for lunch.” She smiled at Seth as his eyebrows shot up. Her reading group was actually one of the highlights of her day. It was a small group and it allowed them to work as a group and actually have some fun with it at the same time. It didn’t mean she wasn’t ready to be done with this Friday. She was more than ready for margaritas at Cabos with Imogen. The day inched along painfully slowly and when her cell rang just as she was waving to the last of her students on the way out her classroom door, she snatched it up quickly. “Cabos. Now.” Then Imogen hung up on her. Hello weekend margaritas . Chapter Two   “And how was the study group yesterday?” Forcing Seth to communicate with him was getting more difficult by the grade level. But Dillon was intent on spending some time with him, at least on this weekend. He wasn’t on the clock until Sunday night and so come Saturday night, Dillon was dragging his butt to the movies whether Seth wanted to go or not. “Ms. Page’s cool. The group’s fun. Not much more to say, Dad.” He had that annoyed tone to his voice as though there was no logical reason his father should be so interested in his life. But he was trapped beside him in the car with little means of escape. “Cool, huh? I wouldn’t have pegged her as cool during conferences a couple nights ago.” There was a whole lot more he could say about his impression of the woman than that but he was guessing it’d be inappropriate to speak so poorly of his son’s English teacher in front of him. She’d rattled him. She was pissed and it left him defensive. But she was cute as hell too and that left his mind wandering to places it had no business going with her. She was too young for him, he was guessing. Mid-to-late twenties to his mid-thirties and with an attitude like hers he’d be a glutton for punishment. But she sure as hell didn’t have an attitude in his fantasies of her. She was of average height, if not on the shorter side and perfectly curvy. Her hair was light-brown and long and even when she was pissed off she was pretty. Her eyes were large and blue and she had lashes that went on for miles, even if her fairly short stature didn’t give her legs that did the same. He’d heard Seth mention her a time or two but it was a bit shocking to walk in on such a harsh disposition—not that he didn’t deserve it. He had kept her waiting for forty-five minutes, after all. He’d been more than ready to explain the situation but she’d given him little chance, and once her mouth got in the way he’d decided he didn’t much care if she knew the why behind his tardiness. Hot for teacher or not, she was a bitch. The Hollywood blockbuster they saw was shoulder-to-shoulder seating and as Seth put it, “it sucked ass, Dad.” He was sure he should discipline him for his bad language but he was so busy agreeing with him and laughing at the same time, he forgot that part of parenting. Raising Seth alone had been something of a terrifying prospect at first. He was fortunate enough to have a sister two doors down who had a son only a year older than Seth. The boys had been close growing up and it was only thanks to his sister Molly that he’d managed to work and parent. He couldn’t conceive of being without her. The boys were back and forth between their houses nearly every day and the moment he pulled into the drive, Seth headed off to Molly’s to see if Jake was around. Dillon found them awhile later parked in front of Molly’s TV playing video games. “Hey, Uncle Dillon. Mom’s out back on the patio.” He brought a couple beers for him and Molly and joined her on the patio where she had the outdoor chimney lit and warming the small paving stone area. Their yards backed up to a hilly wooded area. The front of their homes both had great views of Puget Sound, though from many miles away and they were lucky enough to have private backyards that met the hills behind them. Molly had made it clear she bought the home for completely personal reasons that had nothing to do with her little brother being a single parent with a baby but he knew she was full of shit. He was terribly lucky she was so full of shit. She was long-divorced from Jake’s father and Molly liked to think of them as something of a team when it came to parenting. “What’s up with Seth’s reading group? He mentioned it to Jake last night at dinner.” “Struggling with reading comprehension. The group’s supposed to help, I guess.” “You guess? What’d his teacher say about his reading comprehension?” “I don’t know. It was bad? It was kind of a strained meeting.” “Did you say strange?” “That too. His English teacher is a pill. I was late to the conference and she wasn’t very happy about it.” “Uh…ya think? Who’s the teacher?” “Ms. Page.” “Aha. Jake had her last year. She’s actually awesome, so that tells me you’re likely the pill and you deserved pill attitude for being the pill.” “Well thanks for the support, Sis.” “Just sayin’. She kinda rocks as a teacher. How late were you exactly?” “Forty-five minutes.” He said it quietly as he turned his head from Molly. “What? You’re definitely the pill. Forty-five minutes? What the hell did you expect?” “I said I was sorry.” She nearly spit out a mouthful of beer. “Yeah right. I know your apologies and they’re never quite what they should be. For instance, if you sneer while apologizing, it cancels the apology out. If you glare, same thing. If you apologize and then get upset with the other person, again, apology canceled.” He was chuckling by the time she was done speaking. Yeah, he might not have been quite as sincere as he should have been but damn, she’d made it hard on him. “I think you should apologize to her.” “Should I now?” He was being sarcastic. There was no way in hell. “She’s cute. Apology parlayed into a date perhaps? You never know.” “No thanks. She was rude to me.” He gave her his best pouty face, which she scoffed at. She knew better. “You’re the picture of irritating aloofness. I highly doubt the sweet little Ms. Page sent you running for the hills.” Maybe not the hills but she had made a mark. He’d not quite gotten her out of his mind yet. She was pretty. She was also bizarre. Angry one second, weird the next. He’d definitely caught her staring at him in the parking lot and then…well then she tried to start her already running car and sped off as he stood there staring after her. She was …quirky. Quirky hot. He liked quirky hot. What the hell was he saying? He did not like her. He left Seth there for the night with plans to come over for breakfast the next morning and he went to bed alone. He went to bed alone every night. Even when he was getting laid on a regular basis he still went to bed alone. It wasn’t as though he had any opposition to a real relationship but it was complicated. In his line of work, there was little time for it. With a son in the picture there was even less. Commitment was a thing of the past. Fucking was not, even if his dear sister was ready to see him settle down again. * * * * * By the next morning, he was helping Molly in the kitchen. He was really just standing around moving things about when she wasn’t looking so she’d get tripped up. More than once he caught her pointing to the spot on the counter she knew she’d left something just to find it on the opposite counter. It took her a good thirty minutes to catch on to that one before she kicked him out with a stack of dishes to set the table. He left midafternoon with Seth in tow to do laundry. By that night there was a good possibility Seth would be back. Dillon would be on call and there was little chance that wouldn’t turn into something. It was Seattle after all. Plenty to keep him busy. Chapter Three   “No, I don’t personally think there’s anything wrong with pairing stripes with plaid…if you want to look like a total dumbass.” She was holding her cell phone between her cheek and her shoulder while trying to unload her groceries from her car. Imogen was going on and on about her latest fashion ideology. No one but Imogen would actually see the art behind her vision, including Katrina, but it wouldn’t stop her dear friend from trying to convince her anyway. Imogen was an arts teacher and drama coach. That meant she directed pretty much anything theatrical in their school. Couple her creative streak with her charming British accent and she was quite the character. “Listen, Imogen, can I let you go? I’ve got an arm full of groceries and I can’t find my keys.” When she reached the side door, she struggled to drop her cell phone into her hip pocket before she reached into the side pocket of her tote bag to grab her keys. She was cutting off the circulation to her hand thanks to about three times more grocery bags hanging from her wrist than what ought to be humanly possible but damn it, she was not making a second trip the whole ten feet from her car to the side door of her house. As she snatched up her keys quickly, she fit the key in the lock, pushed the door open and then hoisted the bags onto the counter just inside the door. She let out an exaggerated sigh, turning to pull the storm door shut behind her and that’s when it hit her—or not so much it as him . The man, dressed in black, flew toward her. He was large and he looked like an ominous shadow descending on her as she fell back onto her kitchen floor. Terror was seizing her heart like a shrinking box that was squeezing in around her. Katrina started scampering backward across her floor like a belly-up spider. She knew she couldn’t move quickly in this position but she was too damn afraid to turn away from him. He was closing in on her and she was panicking more than she even imagined possible. She’d left the light on in her living room but it helped her little. The man wore a mask and there was nothing of him to see aside from his cold blue eyes. They were wide with what looked like fury but for what? Katrina was being quiet. She’d not screamed, not yelled, not said anything at all and she knew she should but she couldn’t seem to get herself to breathe, much less get her throat to move. She was going to die. She was going to die alone in silence in her home with this madman. The thought was gut-wrenchingly depressing and a sob finally passed her lips as the picture of just how awful her death might look and feel hit full force. This man was going to hurt her. He was going to hurt her in all the ways woman feared a man might. Her worst nightmares were coming true as she scrambled away from this monster saying nothing. She wasn’t even trying to defend herself. She was simply crab-crawling across her floor. His mouth opened, showing surprisingly normal-looking teeth. She almost assumed he was a monster under that mask but it didn’t much matter what his dental habits were as the snarl that was firmly planted on this man’s mouth made it clear he meant business. “What do you want?” She’d hit the edge of her brick fireplace mantel and she could go no farther. Her forearm rose in front of her face in defense and her mouth finally worked. “Please. I’ll give you whatever you want. Please…please don’t hurt me.” She was begging and she could feel the tears dropping from her eyes as she waited for him to do something. He was towering over her, glaring down. He was frozen like a large statue and all she could do was wait. When he reached down for the collar of her shirt, she shrieked and the sobs that she’d failed to stifle turned to wails of desperation. Snot was running from her nose and when he jerked her to her fee she tried again to hold her hands out in front of her. She had to fight back but she was too terrified to even move. Her hands were crossed at her wrist only a few inches from her face as though she could make him disappear if she could just block him out—keep him from killing her if she couldn’t see him. “Please…please…please…” Her breath was hitching in her throat as she pleaded with him. His other hand shot out and slapped her hands away from her face before grabbing her by the throat. He squeezed and her panic built further. He was panting and she was trying to sob around the constricting pressure on her throat. When her phone suddenly rang from her pocket, she grabbed at it without much thought in her head. She hit the answer button as she pulled it from her pocket and before he could even react, she yelled as loud as her garbled throat would allow. “Help! Help me please!” It was all she got out before he backhanded her across the face. Her head exploded in a light storm of colors that flashed in the back of her eyes and she started sobbing again. He snatched at the phone and she threw it away from her. When his eyes returned to her, they were searing her through like daggers. His snarl had turned animalistic and she watched as if in slow motion as he raised his hand and punched her. It sent her head sailing in the opposite direction toward the fireplace behind her and he let loose his grip on her throat as she was sent toward the rough hard surface of the mantel. Her head hit the brick just above and outside her right eyes, scraping across the surface after smacking hard into it. She fell down, collapsing on the corner of the brick ledge surrounding the fireplace. It knocked the wind out of her, pulled her shirt up and scraped across her stomach as she rolled down to the floor. Her back was to him and as she finished rolling from the fireplace, she caught only a glimpse of his hulking figure as he darted out her still-open side door and into the night. She started sobbing as she crawled toward the door and it was only once she’d pulled it closed, locked it and collapsed back to the floor that she heard Imogen’s voice screeching to her from her abandoned phone on the floor. She crawled to the phone, afraid to stand up from her place on the ground. She tried to catch her breath as she held the phone to her ear. But as she gulped down air her voice started to hitch and the sobs took her over again. “Okay…okay…I’m okay, Imogen.” She had to force her throat to tighten and control the sobs so she could get the words out. “I’ve got 911 on my landline. They’re on the way. Are you safe? What’s happened? Please talk to me!” She was trying as hard as Katrina to control her voice. “Someone broke in. He’s gone. I’m okay. But I’m scared, Imogen.” And then she was sobbing again. Katrina could hear Imogen relaying information to the 911 operator and she stayed on the phone with her. Katrina pulled her knees up close to her body as the panic washed through her in waves that would subside and then reinvigorate. But Imogen was there, soothing her, while she waited and occasionally reassuring the 911 operator that Katrina was okay. Imogen stayed on the line until Katrina could hear the sirens approaching. “I’m okay now. I can hear the sirens.” Her voice was still shuddering and lurching as she spoke and Imogen remained there at the operator’s insistence until the police pulled into her driveway and started pounding on her door. “I’m on my way. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Imogen disconnected quickly. When she pulled the door open, two men in uniforms stood by with their guns drawn as others swarmed around the back of her house. “Miss. Miss. Are you alone?” She nodded. “He left out this door. He’s gone.” “Miss, your head’s bleeding. Do you need an ambulance?” “I don’t need to go to the hospital. I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” She nodded. The officer was young and he looked nearly as scared as she felt but she wasn’t alone anymore. She couldn’t seem to stop shaking, trembling as though her core was quaking. “Miss…” “I’m Katrina. Please…just call me Katrina.” “The officers outside are securing the area. The detectives are on their way and we’ll get crime-scene techs here to process the scene.” Her home had become a scene. What the fuck? “Can you tell me what the perp might have touched?” She indicated the doorjamb and door they were standing near and she shrugged beyond that. “I don’t think anything else really. I opened the door and he shoved me inward. He very likely didn’t even touch the door. I think it was still standing open when he left.” The officer nodded and pointed to the sofa in her living room. She sank into the softness of her vintage moss-green velvet couch, grabbing a throw pillow and clutching it to her chest. She stared at the edge of her coffee table. It was sitting at an odd angle on the rug—it had no doubt been pushed aside during the attack. “What the hell did he want?” She didn’t even realize she’d spoken the question out loud until the officer responded to her. “I’m sorry?” She just shook her head. “Can I get you anything?” “No. I’m fine.” The poor officer seemed to have no real idea what to say to her. She could feel the spot above her eye, searing as though she had rug burn on her forehead. Her head was throbbing, her eye socket was aching fiercely and her throat felt as if she’d gargled with gasoline. She zoned out, waiting. She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for, only that she didn’t want to bother trying to talk to the officer who seemed to be more nervous than she was. She could hear a man approaching, though she could hear nothing of what he said, and the officer moved to meet him at her side door. The officer pointed at the frame of the door, wordlessly telling the man to avoid touching it. When the man stepped through, her jaw dropped before she could stop it. “Detective Adler.” The officer nodded to him, but the man who suddenly appeared was far too busy staring at her just as intently as she was staring at him. The officer started giving him a rundown, but his eyes continued to hold hers. His brow furrowed as he studied her and she swallowed over a lump in her throat. “Yeah yeah yeah. Have them dust the door and get the extra officers out of here. The scene’s secure so I don’t need the extra bodies trampling around.” He dismissed the officer and the officer ducked out the door, leaving them alone—still staring at each other. “Seth’s teacher.” He offered her a weak if not shocked smile. “Seth’s father.” She pursed her lips as he walked toward her. “I’m Katrina by the way.” “May I sit?” She nodded. “And it’s Dillon.” “Or…Detective, apparently. I didn’t know.” She laughed nervously as he watched her calmly. She was not calm. She was freaking the f-bomb out and now the handsome man she didn’t like had his handsome ass sitting next to her on her couch. When his fingers brushed her long floppy bangs away from the side of her face, she flinched and her eyes darted to him. “How did this happen?” His voice was exceptionally soothing as he spoke to her and she forgot for half a second that she didn’t actually like him. “Forehead, fireplace.” His brow flinched again as he continued to hold her hair back from her face. When his thumb brushed lightly down her temple, she moaned quietly at the tender touch before she could stop herself. He pulled back quickly as her hair fell back in place, tickling her skin as it moved. His hand moved to her chin, tipping it up as his eyes took in her throat. He pulled her chin back down and studied her eyes again. “Your throat looks like it’s going to bruise and your eye looks swollen too.” “He was choking me and he punched me.” “I think you should go to the hospital and have it checked out.” She shook her head. “You could have a concussion.” “No.” Her gaze flashed to his quickly. “I’m fine.” His lips pursed for half a second as he exhaled a deep breath. “I’m going to have to ask you some questions. Are you ready to talk about it?” She shrugged and at just that moment, Imogen burst through the side door with an officer trailing behind her, annoyed at her flurry of panic. “You can’t be in here! And don’t touch that door!” “Trink!” She practically shrieked and Katrina stood walking toward her. Imogen had tears streaming down her face. Katrina wasn’t even so upset—until Imogen pulled her into a fierce bear hug. Then Katrina fell apart too. Imogen was tall, nearly five feet ten inches to Katrina’s five feet four inches and Imogen practically had her off her feet, smothering her in her long blonde hair. She was stunning but just as quirky as Katrina and they were both showing their weirdness at the moment. “I thought you were going to die! What the fuck!” “Imogen, I’m fine. But I have to answer some questions for the detective.” Katrina couldn’t believe she was being the calm one but eventually Imogen released her death grip on Katrina, setting her back down on her feet. When Katrina turned back to Detective Adler, she caught a small smile on his lips before his face returned to his somber serious expression. “Trink is your nickname?” He spoke quietly to her as she sank down beside him and Imogen took the armchair sitting off to the side of the living room. “No…not Trink. I would have to actually be okay with someone calling me Trink in order for it to be a nickname.” “Trink, you’re sure you’re okay?” She glared at Imogen but caught the subtle smirk on Detective Adler’s face out of her periphery. “Imogen, this is Detective Adler. He’s actually Seth Adler’s father.” “Oh!” Oh holy fuck. “He’s the one with the nice ass who pissed you off the other night, isn’t he?” She was speaking quietly as though they were sharing a secret of some sort. The problem was Imogen was talking right in front of him as his eyes moved between them. It was entirely intentional and Katrina should have seen that coming. Imogen was the consummate matchmaker, even if her means were a bit unconventional, poorly timed and completely crude. Apparently Katrina’s near-death encounter wasn’t enough to stop Imogen. “No.” Her eyes flashed to Detective Adler’s. “No?” He held her eyes calmly as her throat started constricting. Shit shit shit ! “Another parent who…” Her voice trailed off as she realized just how stupid she sounded and how futile her attempt to throw him off was. His lip pulled up in a slight smirk before he turned to Imogen. “I need to get a statement from Ms. Page. Would you mind waiting in the other room?” “What room?” She snorted. “Have you seen how small her house is? Sorry and of course. Trink, will you stay with me tonight?” Relief washed over Katrina at Imogen’s invitation and she nodded instantly. “Awesome possum. I’ll go pack you a bag and then I’ll wait in the car. Am I cool to touch stuff without Officer Meany having a cow?” “Yes. They’ll dust the side door for prints so as long as you leave out the front you’ll be fine. My partner’s going door-to-door right now, so if he sees you sitting in your car he may stop and talk to you. Just don’t compliment his ass and you’ll be fine.” Imogen’s mouth pulled up in a big grin and for half a second Katrina was hit with a wave of jealousy. They liked each other. Not liked liked each other. Imogen would never be interested in a man she thought might interest Katrina, but they got on well. Far better than Katrina’s own experience with the man. But when she looked up to him, his eyes were back on Katrina and he licked his lips as he watched her. It wasn’t intentionally seductive. In fact, it appeared completely subconscious but it felt seductive and she melted for a moment as she bit down on her lip. She might just have a crush on Detective Handsome Ass. Fuck.   “What’s wrong with your cat?” He watched the strange-looking creature wind its way around her leg, tottering over like a drunk old man. Its eyes were a bit milky and as she reached down to scratch the top of its head and it arched up to meet her hand, it lost its balance again and fell over. “She’s twenty-one.” “And that’s a medical condition?” “It is to a cat.” Her eyes were distant but she met his with a small smile. She was still trembling. She’d given him the details of the attack and he was already not thrilled with just how little he had to go on. It wasn’t helping that the tech dusting the door had that exasperated look on her face that said she wasn’t finding much to go on either. Frankly, he wasn’t expecting much. Her statement suggested the perp likely never touched a solid surface in her home. “Any recent altercations, arguments, angry ex-boyfriends I need to know about?” “Just a disgruntled parent who showed up to parent-teacher conferences late.” She smirked at him and he couldn’t help but smile. He liked her sense of humor. He liked her friend’s as well. He especially liked how loose her friend’s lips were when it came to the good teacher. Katrina . Too fucking bad she was his witness. That made her quite hands off and yet he couldn’t seem to stop touching her. Every time he caught sight of the abrasion peeking out from under her long bangs or the quickly reddening throat, which left little question where the man’s hand had gripped her, his hand just instantly moved to brush the hair back and study the spot or tip her chin to see her throat. “Please go to the hospital.” His voice was quiet. “I know you’re not likely seriously injured but I want a medical report on the injuries and photographs. I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important.” She must be in pain. The abrasion was an angry red patch of missing skin above her eye and the skin surrounding her eye was darkening with a bruise with every passing minute. She’d already divulged she had a large abrasion across her stomach as well from her fall over the edge of the fireplace mantel. He was a detective short on clues and the only ones he had were on her body at the moment. “Fine.” Her voice was quiet and she leaned down to scratch the cat, if it could be called that, one last time before they stood together. He walked with her from the house and he stood back watching as she spoke with her friend. Her friend nodded in agreement to something before backing from the driveway in an exceptionally expensive sports car. He spoke briefly to the officer and the crime-scene tech before he opened his passenger door for her and rounded the car. “I thought you said your partner was here?” She met his eyes as he sank into the seat beside her. “He is. We drove separately. Is your friend going to meet you at the hospital?” “No. I told her I’d call when I was finished. I won’t of course. I’ll take a cab. It’s late and we both have to work tomorrow. Will they lock up when they’re finished?” “Yes. The scene tech is nearly finished photographing and the officer will lock up when they leave. We’ll keep a patrol unit in the neighborhood and check on the house periodically to make sure no one comes back.” “Do you think he just wanted to rob me?” Her voice was far too quiet as she spoke and he didn’t like the fear he heard in the slight tremble. “I can’t say that for certain.” He was giving her the noncommittal response because he didn’t want to answer that question truthfully. He didn’t think the man wanted to rob her at all. He’d said nothing to her—he’d demanded nothing from her. He was there for a purpose and Dillon didn’t think it was random happenstance that he caught her just as she was conveniently entering her side door. Her house was set off the street too far for it to be some random asshole out walking around who just happened upon her getting out of her car. Nothing about the way it played out left him thinking robbery was the motive. The man wanted to hurt her, plain and simple, and he’d been waiting for her. Both left a chill running through his body. The rude quirky teacher, whom he’d not been able to stop thinking about all weekend, was a very vulnerable young woman at the moment. Chapter Four   The hospital was buzzing with people who needed far more care than she did, but with a detective at her side it didn’t take them long to get her into a semiprivate, albeit ridiculously small, room. The doctor swooped in, barely looking at her before he poked and prodded at her head, made her do eyeball aerobics as he shined a light in her face, looked at her throat and then her stomach and finally met her eyes for the first time without trying to blind her. “Lucky girl. You’re fine. Your head’s likely going to ache a bit for a while but you’ll heal. Now stay here. They need pictures and then you can go.” The man was then gone and she was alone. But not for long. Detective Adler walked in with the same scene tech who had been at her house. The woman was young and pretty, even with a dark-navy uniform on and her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her camera was slung around her neck and as she walked in beside Detective Adler, Katrina was hit with that nasty juvenile feeling of insecurity and jealousy again. Katrina looked like hammered shit and she fucking well knew it. It wasn’t helping matters that an incredibly good-looking man was walking toward her with a cute blonde at his side. “Pull your hair back from your face, please.” The scene tech spoke without actually looking up at her. No one seemed interested in looking at her in this place. But as they approached her, she looked up to see Detective Adler’s eyes studying her intently. His gaze remained glued to her as she pulled back her long bangs from her forehead and the woman started snapping pictures from every angle imaginable. “Now your stomach. Can you lie back please and lift your shirt?” Her gaze flitted to his just to see him watching her coolly. She leaned back on the gurney, lifting her t-shirt and bunching it just under her chest. She could feel her heart thudding and when she glanced to him, his focus was on the raw and abraded skin across her stomach just above her bellybutton. When his eyes moved up to hers, they stared at each other. His breathing was deep and calm but hers was anything but. “I’ve got what I need. I’ll be in touch, Detective.” She turned and walked from the room. Katrina couldn’t seem to stop staring and her breath was coming in shallow gasps. His fingers reached to her hands, which were still holding her shirt in place and he tugged the hem of the shirt gently down to cover her stomach. “Oh…sorry.” She wasn’t sure what else to say. Sorry for forgetting she was half naked in front of him? Sorry for letting her brain shut down? He reached a hand to her and she let him pull her up to sit. “I should call a cab.” “I’ll drive you.” He didn’t wait for an answer before he turned from her and started walking from the room. She hopped down from the gurney and followed him back out to his car. Well this promised to be awkward as hell. It was. It was a painfully nerve-racking awkward with a touch of erotic need thrown in for fun. She wasn’t stupid. She trusted him. She absolutely trusted him. He was Seth’s father, he’d been in the community for many years and he was a cop. She literally had no reason not to trust him and so she trusted. Under the circumstances and after her night, the feel of that trust was intoxicating. He made the terror she’d felt suddenly feel better. The relief, his subtle show of concern, his desire to help her all pushed her very female buttons. What other reason were Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves attracted to each other in the movie Speed ? Duh. She got it. Were she just some sap of a woman on any other day without having experienced some lunatic trying to kill her, she’d feel nothing for this man. Oh who the fuck was she kidding? She’d not been able to pull her eyes away from him after the moment she met him! “Where does Seth stay when you’re working?” Well she had to break the tension somehow. “My sister. She’s divorced. Jake Sayors? You taught him too…” “Oh sure. Your sister is…uh…” She was snapping her fingers. “Molly.” “Yeah. I like Molly. She seems fun.” “She is. She reminds me a lot of you actually.” Her gaze flashed to his before she could stop herself and he glanced to her before she could wipe the quizzical expression from her face. What the hell does that mean? “I just mean she’s quirky. Good sense of humor.” “Oh.” Apparently he didn’t intend to say she was gorgeous like her— but then that would be weird. She gave him directions to Imogen’s mansion on Mercer Island and as they neared, her heart sped. She wasn’t sure why she wasn’t ready to give him up tonight. He made her feel safe and while she was sure she’d be perfectly secure and comfortable in Imogen’s house with high-tech security and even a security gate, she still wasn’t ready to see him go. They pulled up to the keypad entrance and she sat like an idiot for a moment as options raced through her head. She was panicking. “You can either tell me the code or crawl onto my lap to enter it yourself. Your choice.” He smirked at her and she shook her head in mortification. She wanted to crawl into his lap—but she gave him the code instead. “Thank you for driving me. I appreciate it.” “Sure.” He looked at her a moment without speaking. “I’ll be in touch soon. I’m sorry, Katrina. You didn’t deserve this and I know how difficult it can be to cope with being the victim of a crime.” Her eyes were suddenly flashing with tears and she turned to look out the window rather than share her pathetic emotions with him. But when his fingers touched hers, she sniffed and turned back to him, giving up on hiding it. “You are very lucky but you’re also very strong.” He let go of her hand quickly, pulling his hand back to rest on the steering wheel. “We’re going to be spending a lot of time in your neighborhood for a while. We’re going to increase the patrols and check in with you regularly once you’re back in your house.” “Thank you, Detective.” “Dillon.” His brow flinched and he dropped his gaze to his lap as though he’d said something wrong. All Katrina could think was just how much he’d said right. She climbed from his car, tossing a quick wave to him as she bounded up the steps toward the front door. Imogen was already pulling the front door open as she approached and the moment she saw Detective Handsome Ass backing up, she smirked before pulling Katrina into a hug. * * * * * “Seth go to bed at a good time?” He was talking to Molly on the phone. There was no sense waking him up when it was after midnight. “Oh ‘bout nine or so. You done for the night?” “Yeah. At least for the time being.” “Why do you sound weird?” “I haven’t said anything!” “You don’t have to. Spill it.” “You know I can’t do that. Good night. I’m letting you go.” He hung up quickly, collapsing on his bed. She was attracted to him. Fuck. Not fuck because he wasn’t attracted to her, not even fuck because he was attracted to her. Fuck because he was so fucking attracted to a woman he wasn’t allowed to be fucking attracted to. Just…fuck! Oh yeah and fuck because he suspected this wasn’t the last they’d see of the masked Looney Tune intent on hurting her. That was the biggest fuck he had at the moment and it left his heart racing. He liked her. And not just because she was nice to look at. She was feisty and smart, she was quirky and silly but she was sweet. She was kind and good except when she was pissed at him. But he’d deserved that. He fell asleep without even undressing—who knew if he’d be lucky enough to sleep the rest of the night without another call. But he didn’t sleep—at least he didn’t sleep through the night. When he woke, he was covered in sweat and his heart was pounding in near panic. He’d dreamed of her and not just of her. He’d dreamed of a monster intent on killing her, taking her away from him. In his dream, she belonged to him and that incredibly possessive and arousing ownership he felt for her was being threatened. He didn’t even bother trying to go back to sleep after that. He rose, showered and left his home at three o’clock in the morning. He drove to her home and sat in his car staring at her little house that looked eerily terrifying even to him. He didn’t believe for a second they’d seen the last of the dark intruder. Chapter Five   She couldn’t seem to get enough coffee into her body to stay alert the next morning but she was there. When Imogen popped her head into the teachers’ lounge about ten minutes before first period was to begin, she offered a sympathetic smile. “You sure you want to be here today, Trink? I mean, no one really expects you to be and you look like hell. Did you actually look in the mirror this morning, love?” She was being Imogen—with a sarcastic sense of humor that always brought a smile to Katrina’s day. Of course smiling actually wrinkled her brow on this day and left her head aching. She filled her coffee mug for the third time and headed out of the lounge toward her classroom. She knew no one expected her to be there. The good news had traveled fast once Imogen entered the building with her that morning and within fifteen minutes, ten teachers and the superintendent had stopped by her room assuring her they could get a sub for the day and telling her she was crazy for coming to work. What they failed to realize was she had no interest in being anywhere alone at the moment—not even Imogen’s overly secure house on Lake Washington. She needed to be at school. She needed to be around people. She’d mentally committed herself to going home that night and she was dreading it. She loved her home. It was small, quaint and she’d poured her sense of style into every last nook and cranny of the place. She spent a small fortune on an old railroad-cart coffee table she loved. She’d thrift-store-shopped and antique-shopped her way into an incredible eclectic design which literally made her smile every time she walked through her door. She relaxed every time she thought about the smell of her home and the comfort of her small world that belonged to just her. She couldn’t lose that. She simply couldn’t give it up. What she could give up was a bit of money to have the locks changed and two motion sensor lights installed at the front door and the side door. The workmen were scheduled to arrive that afternoon and though Imogen had glared at her over lunch in the teachers’ lounge as she called and scheduled the installer and locksmith, she’d held her ground. “Imogen, I appreciate you offering to let me stay, but I have to do this. I can’t let this thing stop my life. I like my life too much to see it sullied by this.” “You sound like such an English teacher when you say shit like sullied . But you also keep saying this thing . It’s not a thing you can just ignore. It was a man. A man who had no business being there or trying to hurt you and you need to take this seriously!” “And you don’t think I am? Come on, you know me better than that. Why do you think I’m changing the locks when there’s likely no reason for it? Why do you think I’m installing the motion lights?” Imogen studied her. Katrina wasn’t used to Imogen being so serious —ever. It just wasn’t her style. “I’m just worried about you.” “I know, and I appreciate it.” They were interrupted by a couple other teachers who came in jabbering on about a problem student who was driving them nuts. She wished a problem student was all that worried her today and as Imogen’s brows shot up and she rolled her eyes, she made it clear she understood just how much deeper her worry went on this day too. Katrina didn’t have a class during the last period on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and she usually moderated a study hall but on that day, she found another free teacher to cover the hour and she left early so she could be home in plenty of time to meet the installer. She took a cab from school since she had no car and as it pulled up in front of her home, her heart started pounding, her hands got clammy and she started to panic. Could she really do this? It looked like her home. It really did look exactly as it always did but it felt so very different. But she couldn’t sit in the cab all night and as the cab driver’s eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, she saw the awkward way he watched her as though he suspected she might just be crazy. She didn’t want to be crazy and so she stepped from the cab, paid the man and turned toward the largest investment she’d ever made in life. She desperately hoped she wouldn’t ultimately end up hating it. It was on a deep breath and a sigh that she started the trek up her lawn toward the front door. She rarely used the front door but for whatever reason she couldn’t seem to bring herself to use the side door. She unlocked the door and just stared. She could smell the scent of her life she loved so much and it was like longing for something she couldn’t quite reach. It looked like her home, in a slight state of disarray but still. She almost expected the place to explode when she stepped across the threshold but she didn’t make it that far until she heard a car pull into her driveway. She turned to see Detective Adler pulling in behind her car and relief hit and started to soothe her nerves instantly. She could feel tears pricking the backs of her eyes and she fought to stifle them as he stepped from his car and watched her for a moment. Given the serious look on his face, she’d not quite stifled how hard this was for her. He stood watching her for a moment before he started walking toward her. “Can’t quite seem to walk in.” She laughed humorlessly and he smiled gently. “You wouldn’t be the first victim who’s experienced that feeling.” He shook his head and exhaled deeply. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to trivialize or generalize how you’re feeling right now. It’s just very normal to feel that way. How about we walk in together?” She nodded as a tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. She shook her head in frustration and he reached to her shoulder, studying her eyes. She wanted more. She wanted to feel his strong, firm arms around her but that was insane. He didn’t get paid to hand out hugs to frightened young women but fuck she sure needed one. Apparently touching her was okay, though. When he reached up to brush her bangs away from her eye to take in the damage, she tensed. “Nice shiner.” His eyebrows shot up as he took in the state of her face. It was bad. The swelling had turned quite colorful over the past twenty- four hours and she’d spent the day dodging questions from students about what had happened. There was no hiding the damage. She chuckled quietly as she held the door open for him and he sauntered casually past her into her living room. She followed him, commenting as she walked. “On the plus side though I look hot with a black eye. So I’ve got that going for me.” He smiled. They stood staring at each other in her living room and her body started trilling at the quiet closeness. “I wanted to take another look around and ask you a few more questions.” “Didn’t you say you had a partner? I’m starting to think that was a lie.” She was trying for playful, knowing damn well it would be a struggle given her less-than-playful mood. “He’s shy.” He smirked. “Why? Would you prefer to work with him?” “That’s not what I meant, but since you bring it up, is this considered a conflict of interest for you?” She sure as hell hoped not. “What? The fact you vehemently hate me for my tardiness issues or the fact you teach my son?” “Both.” “We don’t have a personal relationship, so no.” His voice trailed off quietly as he held her gaze and her breath caught in her throat. “But if you’re uncomfortable working with me, please tell me.” Her heart started pounding as her brain started spinning. Where to even begin processing what he’d just said? No personal relationship was a good place to start. No duh—but she wasn’t sure she liked hearing him say it. Uncomfortable? Hell yes she was uncomfortable. But it was the really good kind of uncomfortable that left butterflies in her tummy and left her blood tingling through her veins until the warmth of it settled between her legs. She didn’t want to deal with some other detective. “No. I’m glad you’re the one working on this case.” His lips pulled up ever so slightly at the corner before relaxing. He turned from her and started looking around her living room. It was still in disarray and he studied the odd angle her railroad-cart coffee table was sitting at He studied the fireplace for a moment and then he turned back to her. “Show me.” She had only just made it to the kitchen and was starting to pick up the groceries she’d abandoned on the floor from the night before. Half of it would be going in the garbage at this point but as she stopped and looked to him, his eyes were serious and dark. She lined herself up facing the side door as though she was getting ready to reach for the storm door to shut it and he stepped in front of her. “He pushed me. Here.” She pointed to the spot just between her breasts. His eyes flashed to the spot before returning to hers. “I fell back onto the floor and I started crawling backward, Exorcist -style if you ever saw that scene, toward the living room. He followed me.” “Was he moving quickly as though trying to catch you?” “No. Not at all. I wasn’t moving fast enough to warrant it and he just followed me. Very creepy. When I reached the fireplace he reached down and grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me up.” He nodded as his eyes moved around the room. “Hit me a couple times. Imogen called, I answered, threw the phone away from him so he couldn’t disconnect it…” “Good move.” “Thanks. When he punched me I spun and fell into the mantel and then to the floor and the last I saw of him, he was running out the door.” “What about workmen, servicemen? Have you had any in your home recently?” “My home is older than dirt. So sure, I have them in regularly. Plumbing, tile work. There was a roof issue and I nearly had to gut the bathroom a year or so ago. So yeah. A ton. But really recently no. It’s probably been nine months or so.” “Any of them strike you as unusual? Pay too much attention to you? Anything?” “No. I usually see their butt cracks more than I see them. You know, I’m not really good at making enemies, pissing people off.” The sudden small smile on his lips gave him away. “I mean, aside from you.” The smile slowly faded as he walked down her hallway, peered into the bathroom and then continued on to her bedroom. She followed him to her bedroom, finding him looking around the room. There was something odd about seeing the man standing in her small bedroom with his hand rested easily on the footboard. It sent a tingle up her body as her mind wandered to a very nice little fantasy of him lying on her bed. When he turned to her, his face was gravely serious and those most intoxicating images faded. He followed her eyes down to his hand and he lifted it from the bed as she felt the heat creeping into her cheeks but that flush faded quickly when he opened his mouth again. “I don’t think you pissed anyone off. He wasn’t here because you upset him.” Her eyes slowly dropped to stare at the middle of his chest. She knew that. She didn’t want to admit it but she knew it. “Could he come back?” Talk about the most pointless of all questions. She caught his eyes shifting from her before he looked back. “Of course it’s possible.” She took a deep breath before turning from him to leave. “I need to pick up the groceries I left in the kitchen. Feel free to look around as much as you need.” She left without another word. He found her in the kitchen, staring out to her backyard with her hands on the side of the sink. There was an open beer sitting beside her and she was just staring. The bags were all gone and a large garbage bag was sitting by the side door ready to be taken out. “Your spare bedroom window was unlocked and the blinds were open in your bedroom. Make sure you check your windows regularly and keep the blinds closed, especially in a bedroom. If it’s daylight you can open them but I always recommend closing them when the sun starts to go down. It’s far too easy for people to see in and watch you with open blinds when it’s dark out.” She nodded and then there was a knock on the front door. As she let a serviceman in, he watched her. She looked nervous and unsure, not the way he remembered her from their first encounter on parent-teacher conference night. He didn’t like that she was scared and unsure right now but he understood of course. The man was there to install a couple of motion-sensor floodlights. He waited for her as she showed the man the side door and front door, where she wanted the standard exterior lights changed out. When she rejoined him in the kitchen, she took a swig of beer and found his eyes. She blushed for a moment as he watched her and then she walked to the fridge and pulled out a package of chicken and a couple packages of fresh herbs and vegetables, setting them on the counter. “Would you like to stay for dinner?” He was suddenly struggling to swallow but he forced himself to hold her gaze. “I can’t do that.” No sense sugarcoating it. “You can’t eat?” “Not with you.” He watched her and she didn’t look away. “Are you attracted to me?” Fuck . Her voice sounded exceptionally vulnerable and quiet and yet her question was loaded with backbone. God, he was so attracted to her. “Don’t.” The very question left his groin tight and his heart hammering. Hell yes he was attracted to her and he wanted her to know just how much at the moment but that wasn’t going to happen. “I’d better go.” He watched her for a moment longer. She looked nervous and she looked confused and all he wanted to do was touch her, reassure her. Instead he pulled his business card out of his pocket, wrote his cell number on the back and handed it to her. “You call 911 if it’s an emergency but if you see anything suspicious or have anything to report, you call me.” He turned from her to leave out the side door, grabbing the bag of garbage for her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” He stopped dead in his tracks and fought with himself about turning back to her. A quick, polite, professional and impersonal response was what he should give her. But he didn’t. He turned to her slowly. She held a pan in her hand and as she met his eyes, she set it on the stove. “We just can’t. I’m Sorry.” And he was. He may not have outright admitted he wanted her but he may as well have. He simply couldn’t stand the idea of rejecting her when all he really wanted was to have her. Chapter Six He didn’t expect to see her again so soon but as he snatched up his cell phone the next afternoon, he sucked in a quick breath as he heard his partner’s words. “Your vic’s here from the home invasion the other night.” “Why?” “The asshole left her a nice little message. Not sure how the hell to play it. Do we even have something that will play those little tape thingies anymore?” “I’ll be there in ten.” He hung up and seven minutes later—he might have sped—he was walking back into the precinct. He found her sitting beside Stephens’ desk alone. Stephens had obviously abandoned her, not that he was surprised to see that—he was a bit of a dick. “Hi.” “Hi.” She held up a small tape in her hand with a somewhat sheepish look on her face. “I had no idea they even made such things anymore. Haven’t you heard of voicemail? Or even a digital answering machine?” He smirked at her before he could stop himself and her face relaxed. “But then I wouldn’t have these great little tapes to tote around when psychopaths call me and leave me romantic messages, now would I?” She had him there. He caught himself smiling again but even as they looked at each other, her face fell. She was nervous. Of course she was nervous—a psychopath had left her a romantic message. He slipped his suit jacket off his shoulders as she watched and he tossed it over the back of his chair before sitting and facing her. “Where’d Stephens go?” “To find a tape player. He’s not nearly as nice as you.” “And I ain’t that nice to begin with.” He was smirking at her again and she was smiling. “No you’re not.” “Care to tell me what we’re going to hear on this tape?” Her cheeks instantly burned scarlet and she looked away from him. “Not really. In fact, I’d rather just leave the tape and let you listen to it when I’m not around.” She looked hopeful. “And I’d rather you be here. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable but it’s important. I need to be able to ask you questions.” She took a deep breath through her nose as her eyes flashed to the ceiling. He could only guess what could make her so nervous about this. It didn’t take long to find out. “It’s not going to happen again—you know that, right, you stupid little cunt? You’re not going to scare me off again. Don’t worry. I don’t want to kill you, at least not right away. Not until I’ve gotten what I want. You’re all the same—you know you are. You act sweet, you act nice but you’re not. You’re all the same. Fucking dick tease. Fucking bitch.” The voice was rambling and Katrina was trembling. “I’m going to fuck you, you know that, don’t you? You can’t stop me. The fucking cops can’t stop me. And I’m going to make it hurt. It’s going to more than hurt. It’s going to tear you in half and leave you wishing you were dead.” His jaw was tight as he listened to the deranged voice threaten her. Stephens was sitting quietly by staring at the recorder in front of them and Katrina couldn’t seem to do anything but stare at her hands. “It’s been awhile since you’ve gotten laid, hasn’t it? I know it has. Months. I’ve watched you, you fucking slut. I know how much you enjoy getting yourself off. I’ve heard the moans from your bedroom. I’ve watched you writhing around with that fucking fake cock of yours you enjoy so much. You fuck your pussy hard and fast, crying out and groaning like a whore. Why shouldn’t it be me?” He was starting to understand just why this might be uncomfortable for her. Fuck . It was uncomfortable for him too. “It’s going to be me very soon.” The call disconnected and Stephens stood. “I’m going to go call the phone company.” He looked between the two of them in the small private room they’d used to listen to the tape. Dillon was struggling to maintain his composure far more than normal. He’d seen plenty of crazy in his day and this shouldn’t be bothering him but she was sitting across from him trembling and refusing to look up to him. Stephens cleared his throat. “Cool?” “Yeah.” It was unspoken between him and Stephens which of them would be questioning her. Dillon was always the front man with victims. He simply had a better personality for it, though the woman in front of him might have disagreed with that the first time she met him. There were hard questions to be asked and he and Stephens were both well of aware of that fact. Stephens was also without doubt wondering what the fuck was making him so damn uncomfortable all of the sudden. Stephens left, shaking his head. “Katrina?” “Hmm?” She was still refusing to look up. “I have to ask you some questions.” “Great.” Her sarcasm was biting. “He mentioned it’s been a long time since you’d been with anyone. Is there truth to that? I need to understand just how much of what he said is true to determine if he’s really been watching you or just wants you to think he’s been watching you.” She finally looked up but she still couldn’t meet his eyes and hers settled on some place over his shoulder. Her humiliation showed clearly in her crystal-blue eyes. He wanted to touch her, reassure her that it was okay but there was nothing he could do to make this less embarrassing for her. She had no idea just how much he was okay with hearing the more private parts of her life but he couldn’t say that to her. “I was in a relationship late last summer through fall with a man I met at a Starbucks of all places. He ended the relationship about three months ago, just didn’t think we were going anywhere.” She used finger quotes on “going anywhere”. “We only dated for four or five months and he stayed over a few nights a week on average. That is what you wanted to know, right? How often I was getting laid and this creep was watching. Should have kept my fucking blinds closed, huh?” She sounded angry. She had every right to be but she didn’t need to be aiming it at him. “You have every right to be upset, Katrina, and yes that’s what I need to know. I need to speak with your ex-boyfriend. Can you give me his name and contact information?” “Sure. It’s not him. He had blue eyes like the man who came into my house but that’s not his voice and he didn’t like me nearly enough to want to fuck me in half. That is what that asshole said, isn’t it? What the hell does that even mean?” He wasn’t even willing to entertain the idea of what exactly that might mean to a lunatic. He handed her a slip of paper and watched as she wrote down the name and information of her former lover and she slid it back to him. She was still refusing to look at him and just stared at the tabletop. “We need to talk about some of the other comments he made as well.” He didn’t need to explain that to her—the look on her face as she shook her head in disgust made it clear she understood exactly what he was saying. It didn’t mean he expected to see her stand and stalk to the door. He stood quickly and then she turned to him, meeting his eyes for the first time. “It’s all very likely true.” Her eyes closed as the humiliation ate away at her and then she left him staring after her. He wanted to follow her but there was nothing he could say to her to make this better. Instead he did his own stalking all the way to the chief’s office. “I want more protection on Katrina Page.” “And how am I going to justify that?” Chief Greenwood wasn’t being rude but he did need a damn good reason. “He left her a message threatening her. He also suggested that he’s been watching her for some time and particular statements left in the message have been confirmed by the victim. There is little doubt in my mind at this point that he’s a danger to her.” “Okay. We’ll put a uniform outside her house when she’s there. I’m not going to sacrifice the man hours during the day when she’s working but she’ll be covered at night when she’s home. Anything else?” He shook his head and left. He felt marginally better about the fact she’d insisted on going home but he was anxious and he didn’t like it. When he made it back to his desk, Stephens was there. “You gonna tell me what’s up with that witness?” “She’s freaked out—she’s upset. Does that seem odd to you for some reason?” Stephens harrumphed and stared at him. He and Stephens had been teamed together for a few years and they got on just fine—but Stephens had the personality of a meat grinder. “Wasn’t really talkin’ ‘bout that. You two act like you’re fucking or something. All weird around each other. And not just her, by the way.” It was Dillon’s turn to harrumph. Of course he knew it was likely true. He couldn’t seem to pretend to be quite as professional as he ought to around her and she just seemed damn uncomfortable. “Greenwood’s putting extra security on her. What did you find out with the phone company?” “Nothing yet. They’ll call me when they have something. I’m guessing the psycho’s not so stupid he’ll use a traceable landline or cell. Even the biggest idiots in the world know to use a disposable phone now a day. Good thing Greenwood’s putting more people on her. I think she may just need it.” He stood and walked away, leaving Dillon staring at his desktop. Chapter Seven   “Hey, Ms. Page?” “Yeah, Seth, what’s up?” She peered up at him, feeling all the humiliation looking at him as she felt around his father. It was just so damn odd having his son in her class. They looked so much alike it seemed as though every thought which passed through her mind revolving around Detective Adler was somehow staring right back at her in Seth’s eyes. It wasn’t and she was just being paranoid. She was also exhausted and likely losing her mind. She had ended up sleeping on her bathroom floor the night before with the door locked and a knife lying by her side. She’d had a nightmare and even though she could see a patrol car parked outside her house nothing much seemed to calm her paranoia. She simply couldn’t tolerate being alone in a room with windows for some reason and so she ended up in the bathroom. “Here’s my free writing.” She took the paper from him, smiled and he turned back to his desk. It was only second period and she wasn’t at all sure how she was going to stay awake all day, especially given she had an adult-education class to teach downtown that night. She managed somehow, sucking back coffee and downing a Five- Hour Energy drink after lunch but after the last of her students walked out the door, she quickly snatched up her coat and bags and staggered out her door. She nearly choked on her tongue as she caught sight of Detective Adler towering above the tops of the other students’ heads about twenty feet down the hall with Seth another ten feet beyond that. “Dad. I’m doing fine in Ms. Page’s class. Shit!” Katrina’s brows shot up as Detective Adler wheeled toward Seth. “Say that again and see how long I can make your Xbox disappear.” She almost laughed but then the humiliation set in again. He hadn’t even seen her yet and she contemplated high-tailing it down the hall in the other direction. She decided there was little reason. He was obviously there to see her and that meant there was a reason and it involved her case or Seth. He wouldn’t be paying her any social visits—he’d made that abundantly clear in her kitchen. Actually the first time was the parking lot. She couldn’t stop humiliating herself around him and now the phone message? Sheesh! Why? Why? Why? “Go wait in the car. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Detective Adler tossed his keys to Seth, who threw his hands up in the air in frustration as he turned around and stomped off down the hallway. It was all rather cute and heartwarming really. She’d never actually witnessed them together. When he turned toward her, she had a small smile on her face and the moment his eyes lit on hers, his mouth pulled up in his own small smile. Hers faded quickly and she turned back into her classroom. “How are you?” He closed the door behind him as he walked into her room. “Detective, I’m sorry. I just—” “Dillon, please.” “Dillon. I’m sorry about yesterday evening at your precinct. I was just embarrassed and—” “You shouldn’t be. Not around me, okay?” She nodded but her eyes dropped down along his tall and strong body to settle at his feet. Don’t be embarrassed about having the most private part of her life exposed to him against her will? Yeah, right . “I wanted to let you know the phone trace was a dead end. We suspected he would likely use an untraceable disposable phone and he did. I’m sorry.” She nodded. Just her luck. “We’ve put extra security on you at your home address in the evenings and overnight. You may have noticed.” She nodded again but still remained quiet. “Katrina.” She finally looked back up to him and his expression was serious but incredibly calm. “I’m sorry about all of this. I wish things were different…” The subtlest of head shakes suggested he’d overstepped a boundary. She wanted him to overstep it again. She needed his need—the need he was hiding and withholding from her. She’d deal with the humiliation of what he knew about her if she could just absorb and experience some of that incredible strength of his. “You don’t look good.” Her mouth dropped open as he spoke. “Thanks?” He smiled and she finally did too. “You look exhausted. You’re not sleeping, are you?” “Sure I am. I slept on the bathroom floor last night, nearly stabbed myself with a large kitchen knife I was cuddling with for comfort.” She smirked. It was humorless but he seemed to appreciate her sour mood. “If you feel that way, call me. I never sleep through the night and I’m used to being woken up constantly. You don’t need to just suffer that type of fear alone.” His eyes softened and her insides turned soft too. She was melting into his strength again, turning into a mushy pathetic woman. “Let me walk you out.” She nodded and they walked from the room together. “Can I ask about Seth’s mother?” He turned to her as they strolled slowly down the now deserted hallway. She thought perhaps she’d overstepped a boundary that time but she suspected he was too busy worrying about his own boundaries to judge too much. “She died when Seth was six months old. Car accident.” “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t be. I mean, thank you, but it was a long time ago. I feel bad for Seth more than anything. He never knew his mom and that’s a bit heartbreaking for me to stomach on his account, but in truth he doesn’t miss her because he never knew her.” “What about you? Do you miss her?” He thought for a moment as they walked and then he stopped and turned to her. “Not really. Don’t get me wrong, I did for a long time but —it was just so long ago at this point. I guess I miss what we had but because it was so long ago and my life has changed so much since it’s hard to connect with the life I had then. I’m not sure that makes sense.” “What was she like?” Talk about overstepping boundaries but he humored her interest. “She was great. She was beautiful, kind, honest and moral. She was everything I wanted. I thought we’d be together for the rest of our lives. Her name was Shannon. We met our first year of college, married our junior year and she was pregnant before we’d even graduated.” They were taking a damn long time walking at a snail’s pace through the hallways. “What about you? You’ve never been married?” She shook her head slowly as he studied her. “Nope. Not even close. Nothing even remotely interesting in that category.” He smirked. “What are you doing this evening?” Going on a date with you . She wished. “Teaching. I have a creative writing class I teach downtown on Wednesday nights.” He tensed beside her for a moment. “And you drive yourself?” “Of course. There’s a parking garage attached to the building. Why?” “I should probably check it out. Can I meet you there later on at the end of your class?” “Sure.” She was more than happy to see him later in the evening, even if she wasn’t entirely sure why he suddenly seemed so concerned. It was a busy building, it was a busy town. She actually felt safer there than her quiet little home at the moment. “Oh, I don’t talk cases with Seth, if you were curious. In fact, I don’t talk cases with anyone not related to my job.” He eyed her for a moment as they approached the door. “So…Seth thinks I’m getting a progress update from his favorite teacher. Beneficial for a couple reasons. Keeps him on his toes and lets me chat with you without him being the wiser.” She chuckled as he held the door open for her. “Such a dishonest thing to do to your son.” “Yeah? Well, I expect you to play along.” “If it makes you feel any better, he’s doing well. He’s a great student and he seems to be doing well with the reading group too. He’s participating a lot and that’s a good sign.” “Glad to hear it. See how productive we can be together when you’re not hating me for being late and I’m not hating you for being rude to me?” His shit-eating grin had her smiling before she could remember she had nothing to smile about. Katrina gave him the building address and room number of her class that evening as they walked toward the parking lot where his SUV was pulled up in the loading zone. “If you have a crush on my teacher, Dad, I’m going to puke.” Seth was hollering out the window, very intentionally trying to embarrass his father and given the rather flushed look on Dillon’s face, he’d managed it beautifully. Naturally it left Katrina’s cheeks burning too. “Sorry about that,” he muttered. “It’s okay. I already know you have a crush on me.” It popped out, as such comments often did, before she could stop herself. She sauntered away from him before he could say anything further and before he could see the furiously burning red of her cheeks. She forced herself to keep her eyes forward. It was a small victory for the sake of her humiliation and she reveled in it even as the embarrassment coursed through her veins. She’d had few victories recently and she deserved that one. * * * * * He snuck into her classroom toward the end of the evening, taking a quick seat in the back row. It was an adult education class and there were fewer than fifteen students there. Stephens was trolling the hallways at the moment, checking out the building security but Dillon was more interested in the students—very specifically the ones in her classroom. He watched them. Most hadn’t even noticed him entering, though Katrina most definitely did. She was speaking, something about the importance of dialogue in fiction writing—but her cheeks were the most incredible shade of pink. He was making her nervous and he was enjoying that fact after the comment she left him with in the parking lot earlier. She’d nailed him. He did have a crush on her but she failed to see just how inappropriate it was. It wasn’t something he could let get away from him—no matter how much he might want to. But he’d be damned if he could stop fucking thinking about her. This had never been a struggle before and he couldn’t quite figure out why she was testing him so much. He’d worked with plenty of attractive witnesses and had never been so tempted, as he was every time he was with her. And she apparently knew it. He was obviously doing a shit job of hiding his desire from her and he knew he had to get a handle on how he responded to her or she was going to continue to push his buttons—however subtly she might choose to do so. But he didn’t relish the thought. In fact it was torturous to even think of. He watched her as she walked casually in front of the class. About a third of the class were men and he let his focus travel to each and every one of them. He watched exactly how they regarded her. He couldn’t see their entire faces but from his position he could see an angle of their profiles and he watched. One ignored her completely and was far too focused on his iPhone than what she was doing. He was sunk back in his seat casually with his legs sprawled out before him. Other than wanting to kick his feet and pull him up by the collar for his obvious lack of respect for Katrina, Dillon certainly didn’t see him as a threat to her. The second one he watched for only a moment. He was at least in his sixties and while he couldn’t rule the man out on that fact alone, his demeanor was far too fatherly when he watched her. There was no hunger in his eyes at all—nothing at all like he felt in his own desire to watch her. Desire was desire regardless and he was looking for it. It might be coupled with contempt or malice or it might be puppy drunk love that made the lunatic look more like a buffoon than a threat to her but the desire had to be there. The third man he focused on for a long time. He kept his chin down but Dillon could see the man’s eyes following her wherever she happened to walk. Of course her students were expected to pay attention to her but he didn’t like the look on this guy’s face or the way he refused to pull his chin up. It was as if his body language was trying to hide himself in some way but his eyes couldn’t seem to stop following her. Dillon dismissed the fourth and final man in her class quickly. The man was obviously gay and there was simply no reason to watch him further. Dillon’s eyes returned to man number three and he studied. There were about fifteen minutes left of the class and he was hoping she wouldn’t release them early. He wanted the time to focus on this man’s body language and how he regarded Katrina. But by the time the fifteen minutes were up, he was no closer to getting a handle on the man. Dillon stretched his legs out crossing his ankles under the desk in front of him as the students started collecting their belongings and heading out the door. The women all regarded him curiously or tried to flirt with him with their eyes. He ignored them all, keeping his focus on man number three. The man stood quietly, pulled his jacket on quickly and tucked his chin down to his chest. He said nothing to any of the other students and stalked with his head down from the room. Dillon wasn’t sure what to make of the man but he intended to do some digging. Katrina approached him, sitting in the desk in front of him and which his legs were stretched out under. She faced him, pulling one of her legs up and leaving the other in the aisle. “Brushing up on your creative writing skills?” She was just too good at making him smile. “Busted. Tell me about the guy who was sitting toward the back of the group, early- to mid-thirties, dark hair, likes to stare at you.” He was sounding more jealous than suspicious. Dillon raised his hands up to rest on the back of his head as he watched her and waited for a response. “Josh? He’s harmless.” He hated it when women made such statements. He especially hated hearing Katrina make that statement. It meant she was naive about her predicament, and moreover her safety. He had no doubt she was worried about it but the fact she could make such a statement so offhandedly was concerning. His heart raced for a moment as she studied his eyes. He was too worried about her and he cared entirely too much about what happened to her. It wasn’t a good combination for a cop and it was exactly why he wasn’t allowed to like her, want her, think about her, fantasize about her, imagine what it would be like to have her, own her, fuck her. She was off limits for a reason. But even as he reaffirmed that in his mind, he imagined what she would look like stretched out on the desktop in front of him—arched back with her legs parted on either side of his body, exposing every last inch of her pussy. She finally got tired of waiting for him to respond as he got lost simply watching her, fantasizing about her, hell worrying about her. “Are you okay?” Her voice was suddenly small and her eyes were suddenly regarding him far too intimately. He nodded for a moment but he stopped. “Actually no. I don’t like how that man was looking at you. And I don’t like that you so easily dismissed my questioning about him.” He pulled his legs out from under the desk she was sitting on and he leaned toward her. “I’m here to do a job, Katrina, and that’s to figure out who attacked you and by extension of that keep you safe.” He was speaking rather harshly and he could see the shock on her face but she needed to understand. “I need your cooperation, I need you to stow your nerves and embarrassment around me and I don’t need you making comments about my being attracted to you because none of that really matters, does it?” She shook her head subtly as her eyes shifted away from him. “Sorry.” She started gnawing on her lower lip and guilt swiftly punched him in the gut but she just had to understand. “There is no doubt in my mind that your safety is in jeopardy and I need to know you get that— really get that.” She nodded. “What’s the student’s name?” Her eyes finally found his again but she looked stunned and hurt— and he was dying just a bit inside to see it. “Josh Grant. I’ll find an address for you.” It was his turn to shut up and nod and he did, holding his gaze on hers. “We should go. Stephens is roaming the hallways checking out the building’s security.” “I’m sorry.” Her voice was a bit stronger when she said it this time and he softened. “Don’t be. I’m not upset with you. I just want you to take this seriously and things are…complicated with…” Us. The word was us but he wasn’t willing to say that word. “This case and the fact you teach at my son’s school and are part of his life. It grays some areas of this investigation for me and I need things to be very black and white.” She stood with all her insecurity written on her face, but the moment she turned from him she stopped and looked back down to him. “Don’t you think I’m taking this seriously? I live and breathe fear right now. I promise it doesn’t take much for me to imagine just what this creep wants to do to me and I don’t appreciate you suggesting that I don’t get it. I’m not naturally paranoid and no, it’s not my first inclination to fear a student whom I’ve been teaching for a while now, but I get it.” Her lips pursed for a second before she turned from him again. She walked from the room with his eyes trailing after her. He stood a moment later and followed, finding her already talking to Stephens in the corridor. He stood stupidly by as Stephens complained about the lack of security in the building. “They have a security desk downstairs and yet it’s empty after six o’clock. They have security cameras around the building but there are far too few and with no one monitoring the security desk in the evening it’s all pointless until after the fact.” Stephens sounded personally offended by the building and she just stood by watching him, nodding her head and trying to disguise her eyes, which kept shifting to Dillon’s nervously. “The parking garage is another issue.” Dillon chimed in. Katrina’s focus switched entirely to him but her expression was guarded. “There are no cameras in the garage, which is ridiculous. They don’t monitor the gate at night because it’s permit parking after five o’clock. There is nothing stopping someone from walking right into the garage and there are more dark, deserted corners in there than there are in even this building. I don’t want you parking in there anymore.” She looked shocked for a moment. “What? Street parking is pointless downtown and the garage is free for faculty!” “I don’t care if they pay you to park in that damn garage. It’s unsafe. Take public transportation.” He was holding her gaze harshly while Stephens looked between them. “Because that’s safer?” She looked incredulous. “Under the circumstances, yes! A crowded bus is far safer for you right now than a deserted, unguarded parking garage. Though I don’t like the idea of you walking from a bus stop to your home either. But we can have the patrol officer meet you there.” “He’s right, Ms. Page,” Stephens chimed in. “You’re better off on a city bus right now where there will always be plenty of people. Better yet, take a cab if you can afford it. Just don’t put yourself in a place like a nearly vacant parking garage with no security.” She nodded but she was staring at the floor. “Now what the hell were you two doing in that classroom alone for so long, making out? Kept me waiting long enough,” Stephens muttered as an afterthought. Dillon could strangle the man. Instead he turned with his lips pursed, shaking his head and stalked off down the corridor. He pointed back at Stephens when he was about fifteen feet away, pinning the man with one final comment. “See that she gets to her car and out of the parking garage safely.” And then he kept walking. Fucking hell. He just couldn’t win for trying! Chapter Eight   “So how is Detective Sweet Cheeks?” Imogen drawled as she sat beside Katrina at the baseball game ticket table on Friday night. Damn gate duty . “By cheeks I assume you’re referring to his handsome ass cheeks?” “Of course. Duh. I assumed that went without saying.” She chided Katrina and elbowed her in the arm but Katrina was having a hard time appreciating the humor. She was a bit too irritated with Detective Sweet Cheeks. She was also exhausted thanks to two more nights of next to no sleep. But it was Friday. TGI-Ready-for-an-Adult-Drink-F. “So, are we getting a drink after this shindig?” She must have read Katrina’s mind. “Yes please.” “How long do we have to sit here? The game’s already started.” “Until the third inning. Then it’s a free-for-all.” “It’s junior-high football for God’s sake. Are people really expected to pay for this? I mean, how are we even going to know when it’s a third in?” “First of all, this is baseball, not football. Second of all, yes, they’re expected to pay. That’s why they keep handing us money. And third, it’s not an ‘in’ it’s an inning and just look up at the scoreboard.” She smirked. Couldn’t help it, not when Imogen was being ridiculous. “Well, it’s not my fault you Americans have the stupidest sports known to man-kind.” “Really? At least we didn’t name a sport after a bug.” And then as Katrina looked up her face fell. “Well, speak of the devil.” Imogen muttered as Katrina elbowed her in the rib cage. She hadn’t told Imogen about Wednesday night’s lecture she’d received from the man and here he was walking toward them now, along with Seth, Jake and Molly. Outstanding. “Hi, Seth, Jake. How are you guys?” They gave her as much of a greeting as she guessed anyone ever got out of them before taking off, leaving Dillon and Molly standing at the table. “Free tickets yet?” It was Molly and she was as bubbly and friendly as Katrina remembered her from Jake’s year in her class. “Sorry, not yet. After the third inning.” “Well we’d have been here sooner if Dillon hadn’t made us late. Bad habit of his, don’t ya know?” And Molly’s eyes found Katrina’s with a subtle knowing smile while Imogen practically choked on her laughter. Detective Adler looked less than amused as he forked over the cash and Katrina could barely make eye contact with the man as she reached to his outstretched hand to take the money. It wasn’t long until the end of the third inning and she opted for concessions before she and Imogen escaped for drinks. She was ready, more than ready, for a good strong margarita with an extra shot of tequila but she was guessing having at least some food in her stomach would be a good idea, lest she end up knee-walking drunk. Drunk, fine. Falling-down-stupid drunk, not fine. “Buy you a walking taco to make up for my rudeness the other night?” “Are you supposed to be talking to me or are you going to get in trouble with the police police?” He studied her with a perplexed look on his face for a moment as her cheeks started burning. “Well I’m glad that joke fell flat.” “No I get it. Well done.” He pursed his lips. He wanted to smirk. She could see it in his eyes but alas he’d made it clear just how professional their relationship needed to be. Didn’t seem to stop her heart from fluttering in her chest or her fingers from trembling as he handed her the Doritos bag with a fork sticking out of it. They started walking slowly from the concession stand, stopping to stand along the fence that ran parallel to the third-base line. It should mean nothing, the two of them standing together and given the few pairs of eyes that regarded them and the brows that then shot up in interest it intrigued a few people if nothing else. But it sure as hell shouldn’t be so damn strained, awkward and just plain wrong. What could possibly be wrong with them talking? He’d made it clear just how hands-off he was to her but all she felt was rejection. Of course that wasn’t true. He was standing awkwardly by her side, eating in silence and trying to behave like any other adults milling around the baseball diamond. “Seth did great on his history test yesterday with Mrs. Martins. Her tests can be complicated because they rely heavily on reading retention and he aced it. Not sure if he told you but he should be proud.” He looked to her with a small smile that showed nothing more than pride for his son. “Well thank you for including him in your reading group. That’s great to hear.” She nodded and they went back to silence. He was taking her empty Doritos bag from her hands a few minutes later before he spoke again. “I’m sorry if I sounded rude downtown the other night. It was very unprofessional of me.” “Unprofessional…” She let the word trail off her tongue as she repeated him. He was right about that. It was completely unprofessional and entirely personal. Personal, that thing he seemed so intent on avoiding with her. But Katrina was guessing it would be… unprofessional to remind him of that fact. He ignored the challenge in her voice for a moment as he studied her. “I better go find Molly. You have a good night.” He walked away and she watched. Naturally her eyes were drawn to his exceptional physical strength and beauty. His gait was purposeful but not stalking. He was just the perfect height to be commanding but not overbearing. And that ass. The shape through the casual jeans he wore was sinful. It showed the extended strength of his legs. He had quite a powerful build and she forced herself to look away quickly as a flush ran through her body. But she didn’t look away quickly enough. “Close your mouth and stop staring.” Imogen had just snuck up behind her, following the trail of her overeager eyes. “Let’s hit the road, Jack.” She nodded as Imogen linked their elbows and hauled her off toward the parking lot. Drinks. Drinks would do her good. She was only twenty-eight for crap’s sake and she deserved a little twenty-something fun. * * * * * Two-thirty in the morning was never a fun time to be woken up. “Adler.” He croaked out the word as he struggled to sit upright. All he could hear was sniffling and he looked at caller ID on his cell phone quickly. He shouldn’t know her cell phone number by memory but pathetically he did. “Katrina? What’s wrong?” More sniffling. “Katrina, you have to talk to me. Are you okay? If you’re not okay, you need to hang up and call 911.” “I’m fine.” She was choking on the words and he was struggling to control the panic. “I just thought I heard something. But the patrol officer’s out front and I called him. He checked and it’s nothing but—I … just…I just panicked. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called. I just don’t want to sleep on my bathroom floor again.” She laughed nervously for a second. “Hang tight. I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon.” He text-messaged Molly that Seth was alone and he left Seth a note. It was their routine. Seth would see the note and head down to Molly’s when he woke if Dillon wasn’t back and Molly would know to make sure he showed up at a decent time in the morning. When Dillon pulled up in her driveway, the patrol officer sitting outside met him. “I checked around all the windows and I’m not seeing any sign that someone’s been snooping around. The floodlights never came on. It’s windy though so I’m not surprised she’s hearing things with all the bushes that grow right up around her house.” He thanked the uniformed officer before walking up to her side door, being flooded with the obnoxious rays of the motion-sensor floodlight. She answered moments later. Her eyes were puffy and her face was splotchy. She was wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a sweatshirt. She held the door for him and he entered. “I’m sorry.” She just looked so damn exhausted. Her light-brown hair was up in a ponytail and her face was without makeup, leaving her looking younger than she actually was. She looked quite stunning in that frightened-young-woman-who-needed-rescuing sort of way. God, he wanted to rescue her. He shook his head slightly, dismissing her apology. “Tell me what happened.” “I got home about an hour ago and…” “What were you doing out until one-thirty in the morning?” He sounded more like a jealous boyfriend than a cop. “I was having drinks with Imogen.” “You’re drunk?” She didn’t act it but he couldn’t seem to stifle the frustration in his voice. “No!” She hung her head on a deep sigh as she walked to her sofa and sat down. “I wanted to be. I thought if I could just get a few drinks in me maybe I could sleep without thinking I was going to wake up to some man raping me.” She spit the words out in her disgust. “I couldn’t relax though. I had two drinks and then drank water for the rest of the evening.” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he walked to the couch and sat. She pulled her legs up and sat cross-legged, grabbing a throw pillow next to her and hugging it to her body. He watched her fingers trembling and he scowled at the sight. “Maybe you should stay with your friend for a few days.” He didn’t expect her to scowl back at him. “No. This is my home. I can’t…” He understood well enough how she felt. This was her world that he was sitting in with her at the moment and it meant something to her. “I’ll take a look around.” He stood and walked down the hallway to the spare room. He peered in the closet, finding off-season clothes hung up. The entire home smelled like her and he loved it entirely too much. He peered under the bed, finding her strange-looking old cat curled up snoring. Who knew cats could snore? He peeked into the bathroom, opening the linen closet and pulling back the shower curtain. When he entered her bedroom, he checked that closet as well and peeked under the bed. He wanted to delve further. He wanted to dig into everything she owned and study it, smell it, touch it. But instead he pulled her blinds up and checked out the back of her house. She did have overgrown bushes that were brushing against the side of the house in the strong wind and there was little doubt the sound might be alarming in her vigilant state. He lowered the blinds and when he turned she was standing in the doorway. She was leaning against the frame, watching him. Her face was ghostly white and there were tears on the lower rims of her eyes. She was torturing herself being here alone and he wanted to shake some damn sense into her. Instead he walked to her and he overstepped the boundaries once more. He wrapped his arms around her body, feeling the small fragile weight of her against his strength. She collapsed against his chest and snuggled into him. He was far too aroused to be so close to her but he was running on erotic autopilot. He’d given over to it for a moment and he was fighting to maintain what little space there was between them. Her face was nuzzled up under his chin and his fingers were stroking slowly over her back. When her lips touched his neck, he choked on his breath but he didn’t pull back. He let her lips caress along the stubbly hair along his jaw. His brain was screaming and his heart was pounding but his body was soaking in the feel of her like it was a drug he was starved for—so starved, in fact, that his cock was twitching. She was only just far enough away from his groin for him to hide it from her. Her breath was ragged and desperate against his skin and he was curling his fingers against her back to keep from grabbing her and mauling her on the bed. But when her lips parted and the warm breath turned to an incredibly super-heated kiss just below his ear, he groaned and he closed the last remaining space between their bodies. She whimpered when his erection pushed up against her stomach and she sank her nails into his back through his t-shirt. He started panting, begging his body to stop, but she wasn’t done letting her lips set the pace and the moment they brushed back down along his jawline and up to his mouth, he fell apart. She parted her lips, taking his bottom lip between hers and he let her. Why the fuck did he let her? He sank into it, letting his mouth fall lower to hers. He quite intentionally ignored the part of his brain that was screaming when he grabbed her cheeks and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She groaned loudly and whimpered as though she couldn’t quite figure out if she needed to cry or come to an orgasm. He was losing his mind, but for all the warning bells going off in his head, his mouth wasn’t getting the message. He was ravenous as he backed her body up against the opposite doorjamb behind her and he pushed his body to smother hers, pinning her to the doorframe and continuing his assault on her lips. Her hands were everywhere and couldn’t seem to figure out what to touch first. They were on his back, on his chest, clutching his face to hers, down along his neck but it wasn’t until she hit the waist of his jeans and slid her hand swiftly and tightly down under the waistband of his underwear and farther down along the rigid length of his cock that his brain finally caught up to him. She was grasping the base of his erection, squeezing with the most perfect pressure as his cock pulsed and begged for more. But the gears were turning again and he pulled from her mouth, grabbed her hand, yanked it painfully away from him and pinned it above her head. She was panting and her eyes were wide and shocked. She lunged for his mouth, capturing his lips again and he gave in for a split second. “I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t . Fuck. Oh fuck.” He was speed-talking against her mouth and she was whimpering into his. He held his forehead to hers, pushing forward and tensing every muscle in his body to keep himself from attacking her lips again. Her free hand was gripping his biceps harshly and she looked as if she were ready to break apart into a hundred pieces. He didn’t let her go until he was certain he could walk away, and as he staggered back away from her down the hallway, he watched as she sank to the floor, clutching her knees to her chest and letting her head sink to rest on top of them. Her shoulders shook as she silently started to cry. His soul was chastising him loudly, making it clear he was the cause for her pain and while logic said her state was far more complicated than simple lust for him, it didn’t abate the agony or the guilt he felt for what he’d allowed to happen. He stumbled back from her until he was standing back in the living room, still watching the emotion that was coursing through her body. “I’m so sorry.” His voice came out on a hoarse whisper and she shook her head, refusing to look up. He couldn’t leave her like this—there was no way in hell he could just walk away from her in this state. He’d fucked up. Her emotion wasn’t just about what had happened between them but he’d sure as hell made it a whole lot worse. “I want you to stay with your friend Imogen. You’re exhausted, you’re terrified to the point of falling apart. You need to get away from this place, even if just for a few days. Please.” He was pleading with her and as she continued to shake her head, he let his drop back in absolute helplessness. All he wanted was to scoop her up and take her to bed, hold her, make love to her, give her some small amount of peace but he was rooted to his place in the living room, afraid to step even one inch closer to her. When she climbed to her feet, she padded down the hallway past him and into the kitchen, slipping on her hiking boots and coat, grabbing a tote bag that hung by the back door and snatching up her cell phone from the counter. She stood by the door, staring at his feet and waiting for him to get the hint. He finally did. He snatched his own keys from the kitchen counter and stepped through the door to the cool spring air. She said nothing to him and he didn’t press. He’d done enough already. He followed her all the way to Imogen’s house, where he’d dropped her off the night she’d been attacked. He pulled over, waiting to see that she got through the gate okay. She was eyeing him in the rearview mirror and he waited until the gate was closed behind her to finally put some much-needed space between them. Too bad he’d not thought to do that sooner. Chapter Nine   “Oh, love. I’m sure it’s not as bad as all that. Talk to me.” “I touched his penis.” “You what?” Imogen was practically shrieking at her. “You box- grabbed the detective?” “Imogen, where did you hear that? It’s not—” “Study hall. Why? I’m not using it right, am I?” “No. You’re not using it right at all. Backward. You’ve got to stop copying junior-high sex slang. Half of them don’t even know what sex is and the other half know more than we do.” They were lying on their stomachs on Imogen’s bed, staring out the wall of windows to the rocky shoreline below. Imogen’s bed didn’t have a headboard and not because she couldn’t afford one. The head of the bed butted right up against the expansive window wall and it was the most incredible feeling in the world to lie on her bed and just stare down at the water beyond. She was curled up in one of Imogen’s soft thick white down blankets, letting the sight of the steam rising off the water soothe her overtaxed noggin. She’d made a damn fool of herself. Again. She’d been half crazy the night before, deliriously mad in her exhaustion and emotional lunacy. He’d come to check on her and she’d crumbled into his protectiveness like some seriously mentally disjointed woman. Maybe she needed to be locked up in an insane asylum. She felt crazy. But he’d felt amazing… His desire for her was real. Hers for him was real as well. But that was beside the point and she understood that. She didn’t like it, especially not when that steadfast strength was what she needed most. But she got it. Until she forgot about it last night and he apparently did too. Dear God, she’d grabbed his wanker. “So that’s not like a metaphor? You like actually grabbed his Roger Moore?” Talk about metaphor . She cocked her head to the side quizzically. It wouldn’t be the last time Imogen threw down a word that meant absolutely nothing to Katrina and she could only assume a Roger Moore had something to do with a man’s dick. So she nodded, turning her head to rest on her upstretched arms as she looked at Imogen. “Like I zoned in and attacked. No buildup, no inching my hands down along his body slowly, just—cock, hand, grab, squeeze. I really think I lost my mind temporarily.” “What was it like?” “Losing my mind?” “Don’t be coy with me. ‘Fess up.” “Scary big.” She sighed as she returned her eyes to the water. Lovely. Deliciously and arousingly big. Intimidating. Hard as steel but smooth, like silk over steel. So very fucking masculine. Her mind was going adjective-crazy on her. “Ah. So, it was a Roger Moore.” Katrina was still clueless. “Back in a flash.” Imogen hopped from bed, padding out of the room as Katrina got lost in her adjectives. Why couldn’t she have been sane last night? Katrina finally felt human, thanks to the most decent night’s sleep in well over a week. She’d slept next to Imogen all night long, falling asleep to the dizzying sight of the lights surrounding the water and when she woke it wasn’t to a nightmare, it was to dawn over the lake. She finally felt rested or something very closely resembling it. She couldn’t stay here forever. In fact, she wouldn’t allow herself to but she needed this break. “Here.” Imogen handed her a long beanbag that was incredibly warm to the touch. “What is it?” “It’s kind of like a heating pad.” “And?” “And you can cuddle it like Cat.” “Kitty. And you don’t like Kitty and why, just out of curiosity, would I want to cuddle a hot beanbag?” “Well I don’t know. I use it for cramps but I just thought…” Katrina’s lips started pulling up as she tucked the warm beanbag to her neck and cuddled it. “That-a girl. Try to get some rest while I make breakfast. You finally look awake again and you need to stock up on that for a while.” Imogen left and Katrina drifted back to sleep. * * * * * “And you dated how long?” He was fighting the desire to punch the man. It was Monday and he’d managed to avoid his tempting witness over the weekend. No more messages, no more break-ins and she was still staying with her friend Imogen. It all left him relieved—until he was forced to endure her ex-lover. The man was a douche bag and while he was handsome, he was smug, arrogant and he eyed every woman who walked past his office as though he’d fucked every last one of them. He couldn’t stand the idea that this man’s cock had been inside her body. It was a painful combination of absolute fury and damn debilitating jealousy. He shrugged casually as he leaned back in his desk chair. The fucker was a corporate lawyer with a view for miles that Dillon was now forced to stare out, behind the asshole’s head. Hatred was definitely what he felt for this man but only half of it was actually warranted. The man was a schmuck—there was no doubt about it. But he wasn’t a threat to Katrina. At least not the kind of threat Dillon was allowed to worry about. “A few months. We had our fun but you know, plenty of fish in the sea and all that bullshit.” He chuckled, looking at Dillon as though he expected some show of camaraderie. Fat fucking chance . Dillon tried to kill the man with his eyes but the guy was oblivious to the hatred. “I’d like to know where you were two Sundays ago.” “Out of town. I was in San Francisco on business. I’m sure you want verification. I’ll have our travel coordinator get it for you very soon.” Saying thank you was a struggle and not lunging across the man’s desk and punching him was difficult but he somehow managed. “So what happened to my Kat, hmm?” He stood, shaking his head and turning for the door. “I’m not at liberty to discuss that.” “Been meaning to call her. You’ve seen her. Incredible ass, tight pussy, perky as hell tits. I wouldn’t mind another run at it with her. Maybe she’ll appreciate the distraction at the moment.” Dillon’s limit hit a brick wall and disintegrated. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? Get confirmation of your travel to me before the end of the week or I’ll be paying you another visit.” And then he left before Mr. Asshole could piss him off even more. He should be happy the man was such an obvious dickhead but he knew even dickheads could turn on the charm when they wanted—how else would Katrina have ever fallen for a prick like him? Dillon was suddenly glad he’d waited to talk to the man until the end of his day. His tires nearly screeched into his driveway and he didn’t even bother walking in his own house before he stomped down to Molly’s, grabbed a beer from her fridge and flopped down at the dining room table. The boys were in the living room scrambling to get their homework done so they could disappear into Xbox world as soon as possible. “What’s got your panties in a bunch, little bro?” Molly was wiping down counters as she eyed him curiously. “Nothing.” She snorted. “Yeah. I believe that.” She tossed the rag at him, hitting him square in the face. “Wipe that table clean. Pizza’s gonna be here soon.” He wiped down the table as she grabbed her own beer and joined him. “Okay.” He sighed deeply, trying to let go of the day. “I’m having a problem with a witness.” “What kind of problem?” “Girl problem.” “Oh. You’re not really allowed to have girl problems with witnesses.” “And there’s the problem.” Molly stared at him. He watched as the gears turned in her head and her mouth screwed up before she shook her head in confusion. “Wait. I could have sworn you kind of had a thing for Ms. Page. I mean, I don’t know…the way you kind of wanted to hate her after parent-teacher conferences but you weren’t really very convincing and the way you were with her at the baseball game…I don’t know. I just really thought maybe there was something there.” He stared at her. He was trying to speak to her telepathically but it wasn’t working, given the confusion evident on her face. So he raised his brow and cocked his head to the side and he waited and waited… “Oh! Oh oh oh oh … Well talk about a small world. She’s obviously okay but is she, I don’t know, okay? Is she in danger or hurt or…” Molly knew he couldn’t and wouldn’t talk to her about this so he returned to staring at her. “Well shit. Now you’ve got me all worried. I like her.” “Yeah, well I do too.” She gave him her best big-sister sympathetic face. “Then tell me about that part of it.” “Well it goes a little something like this. I like her, she likes me. I’m not allowed to like her but she comes on to me anyway, naturally because I’m a man and can’t quite get my body to do what my brain is telling me to do, I allow it to happen just a bit too long, then I hurt her feelings by putting a stop to it. And now…I can’t stop thinking about her. Or worrying about her for that matter. And she grabbed my crotch. That was nice.” “Ohhhh. Like a reverse box grab. Nice.” He cocked his head to the side in confusion. “I don’t know. Jake came home saying it the other day. Where do they get this stuff?” His phone started buzzing across the table and he snatched it up. “Adler.” “Hi Detective. It’s Officer Anderson. You said you wanted to be called first if there was any activity at Ms. Page’s house?” He shot to his feet just a bit too quick to appear casual and Molly joined him with a worried expression on her face. “Yeah.” His heart started hammering. “Well it’s actually her. I mean—Ms. Page is here. She was carrying a bag with her and she looks like she intends to stay. I mean I don’t think she just showed up like she usually does to feed the cat.” Shit . “Okay, she’s allowed to be at her own home. It’s not a crime for her to come home.” He sounded annoyed with the man, but in truth he’d be livid if the man hadn’t called. He was just annoyed in general and he didn’t want her there alone. “Well, that’s…not all.” Anderson was starting to sound nervous. “She’s not alone. Some guy showed up driving a Lexus. Rich-looking guy in a suit with blond hair.” The ex. “She just let him in so she must know him but I’m going to go up and check on her. Just thought you’d want to know.” He thanked the man before disconnecting and grabbing his coat off the back of his chair. “Gotta go. I’ll be back in a while.” His anxiety level was getting a workout today and as he took off toward her place he gripped the steering wheel hard until his knuckles turned white. His fury, his jealously, his roiling emotions which he couldn’t even seem to put a name to were inappropriate given his position but he failed to care in any way. He had no real business going over there at the moment but he just couldn’t seem to make the rational decision he knew he should make. He should still be sitting at Molly’s table eating pizza but instead he was speeding toward her house with no real purpose except her douche bag-ex was with her and his heart felt like it was going to explode. His composure promised to be a challenge. Chapter Ten   “What are you doing here, Jason?” “Oh come on, Kat. I’m worried about my girl. A cop shows up today asking questions about our relationship. I mean I’m a lawyer, for fuck’s sake. I’m not stupid. You were obviously involved in something.” He looked worried. She knew better but she held the door open and let him in. He moved instantly to her couch and planted himself there as she stared at him. She really didn’t want him there. At the same time she wasn’t sure she was ready to be alone there either. She’d not been at her home alone since the butt crack of Saturday’s dawn. Imogen had begged her to stay but Katrina just wasn’t capable of being so dependent on her. Besides that, she was starting to think maybe the whole thing had just gotten blown out of proportion. He’d broken in and then he’d called and threatened her. Maybe that was all he wanted to do, scare her. Maybe the police activity had scared him off. Maybe nothing would ever happen again with this creep. But the maybes didn’t really help when she stepped into her home alone and the fear set in. She stayed in the kitchen getting Kitty’s food ready for her as the old cat staggered her drunk self out from the spare bedroom. Poor old girl . “Well you can see I’m fine, Jason.” She set the cat food dish on the floor and moved to refill her water dish as Kitty attacked the food dish like it was a living rodent. “I miss you, Kat. What can I say? When the cop showed up today I got scared and it just reminded me of how much I care about you.” He was driveling on, his bullshit literally slipping past his lips like verbal vomit. She really did hate this man now that she could see him for the jackass he truly was. “You said a cop came to visit? Who was it?” “How the fuck should I know? Just some detective. Tall, dark hair, mid-thirties. Why does it matter? The guy was a dick. So can I take you out Friday? Help take your mind off all this nonsense?” Her lips pulled up in a small smile at the thought—not of going out with Jason—ick— but of Dillon. If Dillon was rude to him Jason had deserved it and given their conversation was without doubt about her, she couldn’t help but feel a trill of warmth coursing through her. Dillon had defended her in some way. She was certain of it. When there was a knock on her side door, she jumped a mile and dropped the lid of the cat food can she’d just picked up. Officer Anderson was standing there, waiting patiently for her to open the door. “Hi, Officer.” She was hoping he’d want to come in. “Hi. Everything okay, Ms. Page?” “Yes. Jason is an acquaintance of mine. I’m fine but thank you for checking. Would you like to come in?” Her face fell when he declined the offer and she was once again stuck with Jason and his proposition for a date. Maybe she should agree. She could use the distraction for sure. Jason thought he was far better in bed than he actually was but who was she to complain? It had been months since she’d gotten laid and since Dillon had made it clear they wouldn’t be going there she was now just as sexually frustrated as she was just plain frustrated. But could she really stomach dealing with the ass just to get laid? Was she capable of doing that? Normally she’d say no. Right now she was hurting thanks to Dillon’s rejection and she was just desperate for something, anything, to give her some relief from the constant worry that was plaguing her. But Jason? Ugh. Instead of answering she changed the subject. “How are you, Jason?” That would throw him off. If there was one thing Jason liked to do it was talk about himself. “You know how busy I am. It’s why things didn’t work out for us the first time around.” She snorted and nearly lost the swig of beer she’d just taken out through her nose. “It is not!” “I miss you, Kat. I’ve been thinking about you for so long.” “Like since this afternoon?” She really wasn’t making this easy on him but he didn’t much seem to care. She wasn’t surprised. He was one of those people who could sit blandly by while you talk and not hear a word of what you were saying. Self-absorbed was an understatement. “So are you going to tell me what happened? The cop wouldn’t say, of course.” “Oh you know, some guy broke in, attacked me and then called me and left a nasty message.” “That’s it?” “Because that’s not enough? What the hell does that mean?” “I just assumed you’d been, I don’t know, nearly killed or something.” “Sorry to disappoint you,” she muttered. She hadn’t even offered him a beer and she stood at the kitchen counter refusing to join him in the living room drinking her beer. She really did not like this man. “You want me to stay tonight? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” His expression was suddenly seductive but it kind of made her want to puke. The hell he would. He was as self-absorbed in the bedroom as he was in real life. But part of her was still tempted. She hated being alone now and he was offering. When another knock came at her side door after they’d made another ten minutes of small talk and she’d subtly rejected his advances three more times, she jumped a mile again, spilling her beer this time. Dillon was suddenly filling the window of her door with his hands on his hips. He was glaring at her and she instantly had a lump in her throat. She was trembling as she approached the door and she took a deep breath as she reached for the doorknob. He watched every last move she made. She couldn’t tell what was going on in that handsome head of his. He looked angry but his eyes looked worried. The intensity of his body language left her tingling. “You have company?” He spoke quietly as she pulled the door open but quiet as his voice was, he couldn’t disguise his irritation. Her gaze dropped to his chest as he stood in the doorway, making no move to enter. She suddenly felt guilty—rational thought didn’t support that in any way but she did. She was also still mortified. This was the first time she’d seen or spoken to him since the unfortunate cock grab and as she tried to function like an adult her brain started flashing images and memories of her assault on his body. Traitorous fucking brain. She could feel his hard erection under her hand as surely as if it was that night all over again and as she stared helplessly at his chest she started to panic. “Who’s there, Kat?” Jason hollered from the other room and she rolled her eyes before she could stop herself. “That man is an asshole.” Dillon was still talking quietly for only her to hear as he leaned toward her. And he still looked angry. Which, frankly, left her feeling defensive. But her defensiveness was a blessing and she got hold of her humiliation quickly as her own irritation built. “Is that a professional assessment? Does it bear on this case in some way?” And then the prick was there, eyeing Dillon with a narrow glare. Dillon was glaring right back and Katrina was doing the only thing she could—shaking her head like an idiot. “I have business to discuss with Ms. Page.” “Are you asking me to leave or telling me leave?” It was turning into a damn showdown at the Katrina Corral. Fuck fuck fuck . She turned to Jason quickly, grabbing his arms. “I’m telling you to leave. I’ll talk to you soon but now just isn’t a good time.” He was still glaring at Dillon and though Katrina’s back was to him she was guessing he was glaring right back. “Until Friday then, Kat?” And then eyeing Dillon with a cold stare before returning his eyes to her, he continued. “Like I said, I’ll make it worth your while. I know exactly what you need to ease all this damn tension. You know I can show you a good time.” She wanted to gag. Jason wasn’t even looking at her when he said it but instead was taunting Dillon with his eyes and an immature smirk. “I said I’ll talk to you later.” She should have rejected him outright, put Dillon at ease and been honest but she knew that would rile Jason up. He didn’t like rejection. He was too pompous and self-righteous to handle it and she didn’t feel like dealing with that at the moment. And then before she could stop him Jason kissed her. He just laid it on her as she cringed, pulled back and let out a shriek of surprise. She felt Dillon’s hand on her shoulder as he grabbed her gently but firmly and pulled her body back to his. His other hand shot out over her shoulder and shoved Jason away from her. “Get your fucking hands off her.” He was damn near growling and she could hear the vibration of his voice through his chest as it radiated out through her body, held snug to him. Jason looked flabbergasted, appalled, offended and just plain floored. “My hands have touched every last inch of her fucking skin. Who the fuck are you to—” Dillon’s hand was suddenly on her hip, pushing her to the side as he started lunging toward Jason. But Katrina could sense what he was going to do with nothing more than the forward movement of his chest against her back and she spun to him, putting her palms on his chest. His breathing was harsh and his sneer was venomous as he glared at Jason over her shoulder. “Detective.” She was trying to talk in a soothing voice but she realized quickly it was going to take more than that to get his attention. “Detective!” His eyes flashed to hers for the briefest of seconds before nailing Jason to his spot again. “Dillon, please.” Now she was just begging but the rush of breath that escaped his lungs at the sound of her pleading voice made it clear she’d finally reached him. His eyes finally returned to hers and she could do nothing but hold his gaze. She felt her brow flinching at just the same time as his brow flinched and his hand moved to gently grip her shoulder. “Jason, I need you to leave.” “Kat, this man—” “Now! Please.” She still couldn’t seem to pull her gaze from Dillon’s and he seemed just as trapped by her eyes. Jason left without a further word and she breathed a sigh of relief when the door finally closed behind him. “He is not a good man, Katrina.” His voice was low and warm. “Please.” He shook his head in frustration as she studied him. “Please don’t see him.” “What right do you have to ask me?” She couldn’t seem to make her voice sound as challenging as she intended. Instead she just sounded quiet and desperate. “None. But I care about you and I don’t want to see you hurt by him.” “But this really doesn’t change anything with us does it?” He looked broken and devastated, just how she felt. She wanted him so incredibly and knowing he desired her too did nothing but make her feel helpless. “I’m sorry. I know I have no right to ask but please just give me this.” His hand was gently holding her shoulder and she’d not managed to remove her palms from his hard chest that was slowly rising and falling beneath her hands. She nodded but said nothing and when she stepped back from him to her kitchen counter, he exhaled a deep breath and they went back to studying each other. This was just damn painful. She needed him. She needed him in this moment more than she’d ever needed a man but he was just out of reach. “You can let yourself out.” She turned and walked from the room to her bedroom, refusing to look back. She stayed there sitting on the side of her bed, waiting to hear the door close again and once it had she returned to the kitchen, finding a note on the counter. I’m sorry. Yeah? Well she was too. Chapter Eleven   It was eleven that night when Mindy called. She was one of a few casual flings he indulged in on a regular basis but he cringed at the sight of her number on caller ID. Seth was sound asleep and thanks to the fact he slept with a TV on in his bedroom, Dillon could easily slip her in and out of the house without Seth ever being the wiser. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it plenty in the past. “Thought I’d swing by if you were up.” Her voice was seductive and warm as she spoke to him. She was trying to entice him and it usually worked. But he felt cold and dead. Mindy was a triage nurse who worked odd hours and she’d been divorced for a few years. She didn’t expect a commitment from him and since he had no interest in giving her one it worked out well. Something in her eyes though said she’d welcome more and he knew at some point he’d have to put an end to it with her. But not now. Not now when he needed to know he was still the same Dillon who could fuck his casual fling with no other thought to it. “Sure.” He was staring at his feet, stretched out before him on his bed as he spoke the word. His voice sounded detached and distant and that was about what his interest in her was at the moment. But this was who he was and what he did. He didn’t disrespect her—he didn’t disrespect women in any way. This was just easy and because life wasn’t, it made sense to keep his personal relationships this way. But this wasn’t easy and after he plodded downstairs and flipped the porch light on, he grabbed a beer and downed half of it as he stood at the sink. Part of him wanted this. He wanted it because he didn’t want it. That made no sense but there it was. He wanted Katrina, not this woman he’d fucked more times than he could recall and had still managed to not give a shit about. He cared for Katrina and he’d not even fucked her. Couldn’t fuck her and that’s why he wanted Mindy. He wanted to want Mindy. He wanted to want Mindy enough that he could stop thinking about Katrina. So why the hell was he chugging beer in some pathetic attempt to loosen himself up before she got here? He knew damn well why. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to do it if he wasn’t half toasted. When he opened the door for her, she smiled her seductive smile that matched her overly contrived seductive voice. “Well aren’t ya gonna invite me in?” He stood back, holding the door for her. His heart was pounding even though he was halfway through his second beer. She sauntered past him and he followed her into his kitchen as she opened his fridge and grabbed her own beer. He watched her and he replayed the last time they were together in his mind. He’d enjoyed it— he always did with her and he was hoping desperately for something right now but the memories did nothing for him. He could see her body in his mind. She was incredible to see naked, tanned, tight and lanky as fuck. But even that couldn’t erase what he really wanted. Every time he tried to focus on the visions of Mindy’s body, which usually excited him instantly, all he could see was Katrina. He’d not even seen her naked, but he’d take whatever was under her clothes in a heartbeat over every last inch of what he’d seen of Mindy’s body any day of the week. When her hand touched his waist, he wriggled away from it. This was going to be torturous if he couldn’t get in the mood. Her eyes followed him curiously as he moved to the fridge, grabbing yet another beer as he drained his last one. She looked confused if nothing else and he was just frustrated. He wanted to will his body to cooperate with him but when he looked at her expectant face, his breath left him in a rush. He had no right to expect Katrina to stay away from her pompous ex-dickhead of a boyfriend but he’d made that right his whether he should or shouldn’t, against policy or not. And if he could go through with this then the right he decided belonged to him to make that judgment for her wasn’t a right he deserved. And he wanted that right. He was suddenly plagued with images of Jason fucking her. He saw himself standing outside her bedroom like the fucking psychopath likely had, watching them. He could hear the sound of her groaning as he pushed into her body. He could hear her moaning the man’s name and when he let his mind wander painfully to the sight of them in her bed, he had to turn from Mindy to face his kitchen sink as the pain of it hit him square in the gut. She was waiting patiently for him and he stared at the stupid unopened beer he held in his hand before finally setting it on the counter and ignoring it. Mindy’s hands reached for his waist, wrapping around him from behind and his breath caught in his throat at her touch. He could feel her breasts against his back as she pushed her body against his but it was too late. He was in hell, fighting the images of Katrina with Jason, and he grabbed Mindy’s hands, unpeeling them from his body and turning to her. “What the hell has gotten into you?” She was starting to sound defensive. “I’m sorry, Mindy. I need you to leave. I can’t do this.” His throat was tight as he said the words. She looked stunned for a moment but then she turned on the seductive again and reached for his body. “I don’t believe you.” Her hand started at his waist and he turned his head from her but he didn’t stop her. Her hand slipped down to cup the bulge in his pants that was betraying his mind. But his arousal wasn’t for her. It was an arousal that only existed from the tormenting images of Katrina in bed with Jason and it was an arousal that he hated because it came from painful yet enticing images. He stepped away from her reach and walked toward the front door as her eyes trailed after him. He shouldn’t have agreed to let her come over and it was his fault this was happening but she was going to piss him off fast if she didn’t get the hint. He needed her gone. When he reached the front door he held the door open and waited. She took her time following him and she eyed him with a cold glare as she approached. “Why are you doing this? I know you want this. Your fucking hard- on says it clearly enough,” she muttered with a sarcastic smile. He should have let it go, but he didn’t like arrogance and she was loaded with it at the moment. “I’m turned on imagining a woman I do want—and she’s not you. I don’t want to see you anymore.” Chapter Twelve She turned toward the door with an irritated huff but wheeled on him before she passed over the threshold. “Odd she’s not here then, hmm? Isn’t it fun to want what you can’t have?” He glared at her. “Leave.” His voice was seething. What business did he have expecting anything less from her? He was dumping her and she’d come over expecting to get laid. He watched her walk to her car, feeling defeated. Well that settled that. He was definitely not going to be convincing himself he could get past her anytime soon. And he was never going to get laid again at this rate. When he hopped in his shower he stared at the tile wall in front of him. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around why he couldn’t let this one go. It wasn’t the chase. He wasn’t one of those guys who only wanted the un-gettable get. He wanted to get and keep her. He wanted to end this fucking case and have her and not have to let her go. And he wanted that to happen without her getting hurt in the process because he wasn’t quite sure he could handle that. Her file was sitting on his desk and as he walked back into his bedroom naked after toweling off, he grabbed it and flopped down on his bed. He read the report, he read her statements, he reviewed his notes, he reviewed the transcription of the message that had been left on her answering machine and he studied her pictures. There were more pictures than they would likely ever need but he looked at each and every one closely. He studied the injuries as his heart pounded. The bruises and scuffs had faded significantly since then but seeing the fresh marks on her body in graphic, high-definition color left his anxiety soaring. Then he let his gaze study her eyes. There were so many close-ups of her face that showed her eyes. She had incredible round blue eyes and they glistened with barely restrained emotion in the pictures. His mind left him again and he imagined her pleasuring herself in just the way the lunatic had spoken of. He’d watched her. Dillon didn’t doubt it one bit. He’d seen how she fucked herself when there was no man in her life and as he flipped from one picture to another, seeking out her wide stunning eyes, he imagined it. He could hear the sounds she would make in his head—the wet, slick smacking sounds as she plunged her dildo in and out of her pussy—and when he finally lit on one particular picture, he stared. He dropped the others to the folder and held this one above his face. Her eyes were looking straight at the camera when this one had been taken, unlike the others where her eyes were shifted off to some spot in the distance. But not this one. Her eyes were looking at the camera and by extension of that right into his eyes. He studied and he heard her moans of pleasure in his mind. He imagined her saying his name as she writhed beneath his body and he stared at that damn picture. His cock was hard and painfully engorged. All it took was a picture and a bit of imagination and he was ready to explode. He stroked up and down the length of his erection, wanting his release. He just had to get her out of his system. He couldn’t let himself believe this was all about her. He couldn’t let himself think he could care about this woman he barely knew. He simply couldn’t let himself want something that was so fucking off-limits. But when he came, he was uttering her name over and over and over and as the last of his seed was spent on his stomach as his muscles clenched and contracted, he was forced to admit this was absolutely all about her. Her picture stared back at him as he gasped and stroked through the last of his release. “Fuck.” He muttered to himself as he set the picture on the folder, closed it and tossed it to the floor beside his bed. He was more frustrated than tired by the time he turned the light out, and he stared into the darkness for nearly fifteen minutes. He hated that she was there alone. He was glad they had an officer at her house but he knew it was hard on her to be there alone and he couldn’t stand the idea of her being frightened. When he snatched up his cell, he tried to stop his fingers from typing. He was overstepping a line and there was no denying it. He sent a text asking if she was awake and it was mere seconds before the response said she was. He dialed her number, his pulse quickening with every number he pushed. “Hi.” She sounded hesitant, worried. “Hi.” He wasn’t quite sure what to say beyond that. He’d not gotten that far into his plan. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” “Don’t you ever sleep?” There was a slight sarcasm in her voice and he calmed at the sound of her humor. “No but not for the same reasons as you. I’m just used to the interruptions.” “Yeah well, I like my sleep and I don’t like that it’s so damn hard to now.” “I really do think you should stay with your friend Imogen. You know you’d be more comfortable.” “I can’t. Kitty is here and I’d just end up driving back and forth every day to take care of her. And—I just can’t.” “So take Kitty to Imogen’s place.” “Well I would but she kind of …pokes at her a little.” She was being cute but he could sense she was also being serious to some extent and his body was tingling at nothing more than the sound of her voice. “I think she thinks she’s petting her but she pokes. There’s just no other explanation. It’s odd, I’ll give you that, but she’s never had pets.” “That’s weird.” His voice trailed off at the bizarre image in his mind of the quirky Brit poking poor old Kitty. “Yeah. Yeah it is.” He chuckled and she sighed. The tension was gone. It was gone from her voice and it was gone from his body. However strained it had been earlier in the day, it was melting away. She wasn’t angry at him. She could be—she likely should be. He’d interrupted her life and barged in on her when he had no good reason to. But she wasn’t. “I’m sorry about the other night when I touched you.” Her voice was quiet and laced with insecurity and his warm chuckle that he was enjoying so much after so much tension froze in his throat. “I put you in a bad position and—” “It wasn’t any more your fault than it was mine.” He heard her inhale a deep slow breath before letting it out just as slowly. He caught himself holding his breath, waiting for her to say something else. There was nothing else to say but it didn’t stop him from wanting to hear her. “I should go.” But she didn’t make any further move to end the conversation and she was just silent. He was too. He wasn’t ready to say good night to her but he didn’t know what to say to keep her talking— and frankly there was nothing he should say and keeping her on the line wasn’t a concern he should have with her. The silence became uncomfortable and long and eventually, he opened his mouth and forced the words out. “Good night, Kat. Call me if you need anything.”   “I need you.” She whispered the words pathetically in response to his comment. She could never say it were he actually there but he was already gone. He’d hung up and she was alone again in her quiet house. Her night table lamp was on but the house was otherwise dark. She had to figure out some way to get some sleep or she was going to go crazy again and who knows what she’d do in her delirium this time—lick his face the next time she saw him perhaps or worse. She flipped the light off and curled up on her side, pulling the heavy quilt up and over her head, letting only her face peek out. She felt safer in the dark. She always had. She never understood fear of the dark. You could hide in the dark in a way you couldn’t in the light and even as a child she’d always known that. She had so many memories of doing just this as a little girl. Her fears weren’t real then the way they were now but this was how she’d always managed it. She lay still under the weight of her blanket, listening to the quiet. She’d almost prefer some noise. Silence only magnified every last drip of water from her leaky faucet, the furnace as it kicked on, the creak of her old pipes, the long tendril-y branches of the overgrown bushes outside her window as they brushed along the siding. There were just too many quiet sounds. But eventually she did fall asleep. And when she woke in the morning she was still alive. The next few days tumbled by without incident and the feeling that perhaps the worst was over inched into her mind just a bit more with every passing hour. She wanted to think it was over and every minute that passed with more nothing made it easier and easier to think, to rationalize and then eventually—after a while or so—to fully believe it was just plain over and that belief was extremely comforting. Part of her thought it was contrived and just her way of finding peace and sleep— part of her thought it might be real. She’d followed Dillon’s request to take public transit to her Wednesday-night class that week, though she was struggling to fathom why at this point. It was uneventful at best, minus the exceptionally foul smell of the woman sitting next to her on the bus. Class was equally uneventful. She stopped in the registration office before the start of class and asked for Josh Grant’s personal contact information, and they handed it over without question. When he approached her as the other students were filing out of the classroom at the end of the night, she almost felt guilty. His head was down and he was holding a piece of paper in his hand. “I made this for you.” His eyes stared at her desktop and he dropped the paper in front of her. She reached for it, trying to hide the tremble in her hand. They were alone at this point and she was nervous. Josh was an odd duck if nothing else and Dillon had her afraid of the poor man at this point. She unfolded the paper and gasped. It was stunning. Nothing more than a simple ink drawing on a single white sheet of copy paper but it was her. It was an amazing likeness of her. Not a posed or glamorous drawing, just her staring off at some distant point. She wasn’t smiling, she wasn’t frowning, she was just… being. Her heart thumped and she lost her ability to stifle the tremor in her hand any longer. “Josh, this is beautiful. I had no idea you were an artist.” She was trying to sound casual and as nervous as she was she was just as amazed by the talent she was looking at. “Was…uh…who was…was that guy yours? No—no, no… Like was he your boyfriend…last week?” “Oh.” Her pause was ridiculously long as she contemplated. “Yes.” She blurted it out as her eyelids fluttered. That meant she was lying. Thank God he didn’t know that. She sniffled and looked away quickly. That was lie sign numero dos . She cleared her throat nervously as she stood and gathered her belongings. “That’s nice.” His face dropped and he turned from her with his head down. Her heart was racing and she was starting to panic. He walked from her without a sound and she waited until he was out the door before she sank into her chair and started breathing deep calming breaths of air. When Dillon burst into the room, she shrieked in shock and he rushed to her, pulling her to her feet. He held her at arm’s length, turning her face, touching her skin and pulling back, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” She grabbed his wrists and stilled the panic in his touch. “What the fuck was he doing in here with you alone? I got here as your students were leaving. I didn’t realize he was still in here with you. I was just waiting for you in the hall when I saw him leave. Did he touch you?” His panic hadn’t abated an ounce. “He didn’t do anything. He gave me a picture.” She wasn’t doing very well at controlling her own panic either. The man had done nothing. Nothing but given her an incredible picture. He was odd. He was very odd but he’d done nothing. Dillon studied the picture in his hand and she watched him. “I have his information.” “Good.” He didn’t even look up from her likeness on the piece of paper as he spoke the word. His jaw tensed and clenched as she watched his face. “Why are you here, Dillon?” Again he didn’t seem interested in pulling his gaze from the picture. “I wanted to see that you got home all right. Come on. I’ll drive you.” The weather was warm for early spring though the sun was long gone and as he walked her from the building, they strolled. He didn’t say where he was parked and she just followed his lead, meandering slowly down the sidewalk. When a skateboarder nearly took her out, he clutched her upper arm and swiftly pulled her body into his. It left her gasping as her palm met the hard clenching muscles of his stomach to steady herself. Even with a t-shirt on it was easy to feel the definition of his abdomen and it was all she could do to pull from him. He stared down at her. It was nearly a glare as he fought his own battle. She could see it in the way his intense eyes held hers, refusing to look away but refusing to let his expression soften either. He was trying to remain in control and not falter—but he wanted to falter as much as she did. He was parked two blocks away and when his hand met the small of her back as he rounded the car with her, she inhaled a rushed breath and he instantly pulled back from her. He eyed her carefully as she climbed in. The phrase “walking on eggshells” suddenly had new meaning. It was what they did with each other. It was as if her every movement was somehow offset by his. If she touched, he pulled back. If she gasped he held his breath. If she looked, he looked away. He was trying so hard to undo her every reaction to him and it was so telling. She wasn’t offended. He wouldn’t be doing it if he wasn’t trying to hide what he really wanted to do, which was match her every move, every gasp, every touch. It was an incredible turn-on to some degree and it was incredibly painful in another. Once he was sitting beside her in the driver’s seat, she turned to him. “What if it’s over?” He cocked his head at her as his eyes narrowed. “I mean couldn’t it be? It’s been nearly three weeks, nothing’s happened, maybe nothing will. Maybe he was scared off and…” He studied her, his jaw clenching. She could tell he was frustrated with her but it wasn’t anger. “That’s a very enticing notion but I don’t think you can afford to think that way.” He’d shifted his body toward her and he’d not even bothered starting the car. “You say a few weeks as though that means something. A few weeks is nothing. This man watched you for months. There’s no doubt in my mind. So what’s a few weeks to a man who has invested a few months on you already?” She shivered at the thought. But she didn’t want to believe that was true and she shook her head, opening her mouth to argue. “Don’t.” He silenced her quickly. “You’re not the first witness who’s wanted to trade her circumstances for something a bit less horrifying. You’re rationalizing, you’re compensating and you can’t afford to be that careless with your life.” Her mouth hung open at the harshness of his words. Nothing he’d said was cruel or mean. It was just honest and devoid of any sugarcoating whatsoever. “I just thought maybe…” Her eyes shifted out the window and when they shifted back, she caught his outstretched hand as his fingers curled back and he redirected his hand to the steering wheel. He’d wanted to touch her but he wouldn’t. After he dropped her off at her side door, she walked inside and he walked down to the patrol officer’s car to speak with him. She watched him from the living room window, and he stayed there for many minutes until turning and walking back up her driveway. She half expected him to knock on her door and come in. but he didn’t. When she heard his car start her heart sank. Chapter Twelve   He managed to avoid her for the next week. And he hated every minute of it. He didn’t call her, he didn’t seek her out, he didn’t text— hell, he didn’t even go inside the school the couple afternoons he was able to pick Seth up. But the following Tuesday afternoon, he hurt her anyway. “Dad, Jake and I want to go play soccer after dinner. Aunt Molly already said Jake could go.” Seth was approaching him as he stood by his SUV outside the school. He was looking at Dillon expectantly, waiting for an answer. Answer? Hell, Dillon was still waiting to hear a question. “Was any part of that supposed to sound like it had a question mark on the end of it?” He cocked his head to the side as he watched his son. Seth was a really good kid and Dillon was determined to keep him that way. He’d witnessed entirely too many kids who should have known better start taking steps in the wrong direction and there wasn’t a chance in hell that was going to happen with his son. Seth threw his book bag on the floor of the front seat as he climbed in and Dillon closed his door. But he froze the second he turned to round the car. She was there, standing up near the entrance doors to the school, watching him. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t doing anything at all except pinning him to his spot with her incredible eyes. He swore he could see the blue even from twenty-five yards away. Her hand was half raised in a casual attempt to wave at him. He should say something to her but he panicked. Every time he tried to just be a detective around her he caught himself being a man. So instead of letting that happen he ignored her, looked away and rounded the car to his side. He refused to look at her. That was until he was pulling away from the curb and stole a quick glance in the side mirror. Her head was down, looking at the ground. He didn’t need to see those beautiful blues to know she was hurt. Fuck. It was the last thing he wanted to do to her but he couldn’t seem to behave himself with her. “So can I go?” “Yeah, sure.” He was barely thinking when he said the words. “Really? That’s it? You just said yes, you know that, right? You can’t unsay it.” Seth was speaking a hundred miles an hour. “What?” Dillon was confused. “You just said I could go play soccer with Jake after dinner.” Seth sounded suspicious and Dillon was still—well, confused. “I did?” “Dad!” “Fine. Yeah. You can go as long as your homework is done but in the future ask, don’t tell and say please. I promise it’ll get you further in life.” Seth hated it when he lectured but at the moment, Seth was a bit too jazzed about soccer to give a shit if his dad wanted to lecture. “Okay. So uh, what’s up with you? I mean like no offense, Dad, but you’re acting kinda weird.” Seth was giving him that chastising look that said he thought his dad was crazy. Dillon was very familiar with it. “Why? Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” He was practically stuttering. “I saw you looking at Ms. Page.” Dillon tensed at nothing more than her name. “Do you like my teacher, Dad?” Seth was watching him and his face was oddly serious for a kid of thirteen. “I mean, it’s okay with me. She’s really pretty cool for an old person.” Old person? Dillon almost laughed. She was seven years younger than he was and his son thought of her as an old person. Then again Seth probably thought of his dad as geriatric. “I don’t have a crush on your teacher, Seth.” He said it sternly, hoping to mask the blatant lie but given the look on Seth’s face—that look that made Dillon think his son was rolling his eyes without actually rolling his eyes— Seth wasn’t buying any of it. “Whatever, Dad.” Seth ignored him for the rest of the drive. Molly was no better that night and after the boys were out the door headed to the soccer field two blocks away she lit into him. “So how’s Ms. Page?” “You know I’m not having this conversation with you.” “I’m not asking about her case. I’m asking about the two of you.” She was staring at him, waiting for him to ‘fess up. “There is no two of us and there’s also nothing to say. Sorry to disappoint.” He quickly stood from the table and started clearing dishes. “You only do dishes when you don’t want to talk about something!” She hollered after him and as he returned to the table for more dishes, she propped her feet up on one of the other chairs and rested her hands on the back of her head casually. “But seeing as you never help in the kitchen, I’m inclined to let you keep your silence.” She smirked and he stared down at her before finally sinking into a chair. “Fine. I like her.” “Duh.” “A lot. I…care about her. A lot.” She dropped her feet from the chair and moved her hands to the table. Now she looked concerned. “The case won’t always be a factor. You’ll be through this someday.” “First of all, she has to survive this and I’m not going to say more than that so don’t even ask. Second of all, assuming I can solve this fucking thing and keep her intact, there’ll likely be charges, court, testimony. This thing could go on for a year or more when it’s all said and done. Hell, longer! I’m not allowed any involvement with her until this over, buried dead and over.” “Then buckle in and be patient. You care. Isn’t she worth that?” “Worth what? Listen to what you’re saying. I mean—what the hell are you saying? That I should—what? Hey, Kat, let’s put this relationship that we don’t have on pause for the next couple years, okay? I mean I know we’re not seeing each other and maybe you won’t even survive long enough but can you just maybe not see anyone else for two years in the event that someday we might be able to go out on a date and decide if we actually want to see each other? Seriously, Molly?” She cracked a small smile. “Then take yourself off the case. Make up a reason if you have to. Dillon, you like her. You care. It’s been a long time since you’ve been like this. I don’t believe that’s a waste of your time for one second and you wouldn’t be this wrapped up about it if it was.” “I’d rather be on this case than trust someone else to her safety. That’s the most important thing.” He held her eyes and she pursed her lips as her brow wrinkled. “And at the same time, how compromised is my perspective because of how I feel about her?” He shook his head in frustration. He cared. He wanted what was best for her and he no longer had any idea what that actually was. Dillon stood, grabbed more dishes and walked to the kitchen. When Molly joined him at the sink as he rinsed dishes, she started taking them from him to load into the dishwasher. They were silent as they worked and once they’d finished she squeezed his shoulder before walking out of the kitchen and leaving him staring out the kitchen window. * * * * * When Stephens called him at eight-thirty the next night, he and Seth were watching TV. “Your girl’s house was broken into tonight. Just got the call.” Dillon sat bolt upright as Seth’s eyes flashed to his. “Is she okay?” His heart was pounding loudly and he caught his hand on his chest as though he could still the racing speed. “She’s fine. She’s with the patrol officer right now and they’re securing the scene. You coming?” “I’m on my way. Forensics has been notified?” “Duh.” And then Stephens hung up on him. “Do you mind staying at Aunt Molly’s?” He didn’t even need to ask. They were used to this routine and Seth never minded. He was as comfortable there as he was here and though that left Dillon with his moments of guilt—not to mention jealousy—he’d feel a whole lot worse if Seth didn’t have such a great second home to go to. He called Molly quickly before leaving and his worry took his mind to places he really didn’t want to go on the drive to Katrina’s place. He saw her leaning up against the squad car as he pulled to the curb. She was talking to Officer Anderson and she nodded subtly at something he said. She smiled at him appreciatively and his heart raced for a moment. It was an odd sense of jealousy that hit him. Anderson was young, he was handsome and the way he watched her wasn’t completely innocent. It also wasn’t lascivious. He meant her no harm but he was attracted to her if nothing else and though he was being professional, Dillon could see it clearly. The moment Dillon stepped from his car and she caught sight of him, she inhaled a deep breath and moved as though she was going to come to him. But then something stopped her and she dropped her eyes to the ground and her body stilled. He wanted to rush to her, pull her into his arms and quiet the slight tremble that was running through her body. It took considerable willpower to keep his gait calm and slow as he approached them and once he was there he struggled just as much to greet her casually. Her eyes flashed to his as he said hello and the hurt in her expression reached out and slapped him across the face. In all his worry and fear for her safety he’d completely forgotten what an ass he’d been in the school parking lot the day before. She very obviously hadn’t. “Officer Anderson, can you give Ms. Page and me a moment?” He didn’t bother looking at the man and kept his eyes trained on hers. Once the man was out of earshot he opened his mouth. “How are you?” Her eyes flashed to his quickly and the hurt was replaced by anger. “So you’re acknowledging me today? I wonder, Detective, what it is I did today to earn your attention.” Bitterness was dripping from her tone. She was more than angry. “I’m sorry. I have no excuse for my behavior yesterday.” “Yes you do. It’s just not an excuse you’re willing to say out loud.” Fuck, she was pissed and more than that, she was dead-on. He inhaled slowly and let it out just as slow. He deserved her anger and though it left him defensive, he was going to give this one to her. But she needed to stow it fast. He had a job to do and her anger could wait until later. “Like I said I’m sorry but this isn’t the time. I need to know what happened.” “Yeah? Well, Stephens already knows what happened so I suggest you talk to him.” She wasn’t stowing it at all. “I’m talking to you. I want answers and I want to hear them from you.” And then he leaned toward her, speaking through gritted teeth. “Be angry with me later. Not now.” Her jaw clenched but her emotions got the better of her. He watched as tears welled on her lower eyelids. Her tears were perfectly and beautifully restrained and he swallowed painfully over a lump in his throat. “I let class out early, got home and the side door wasn’t latched. It wasn’t open but it was pushed slightly in. The floodlight didn’t come on either. I panicked and I ran down to the patrol car.” “So you didn’t enter?” She shook her head. “And did you touch the door, the door handle, anything?” She shook her head again. Stephens was walking casually down the driveway to meet them but Katrina’s back was to him. “Can I go in and make sure Kitty is okay?” Stephens shook his head as he heard her words and he watched Dillon closely. “I’ll check on Kitty.” He said it to make her feel better but he wasn’t at all sure what to make of Stephens’ response. Was the cat dead or was he implying something about the crime scene? When she finally noticed Stephens as he stepped up beside her, she turned to him. “Did you see my cat?” “I didn’t but we’ll check on her.” His voice gave nothing away. “Well, can’t I just go in and check? I won’t touch anything.” “Sorry. Forensics is in there and there’s evidence we need to preserve.” “What evidence?” Katrina’s question was met with silence. Stephens took a deep breath and looked away. Dillon’s head cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed as he studied Stephens’ expression. There was entirely too much going unsaid at the moment and he didn’t like it. “Do you have somewhere you can stay tonight?” Dillon broke the silence. “Yeah, Imogen should be here any minute.” Dillon was itching to get inside her house but he wasn’t quite ready to leave her alone yet. They stood by awkwardly for a few minutes until Imogen finally pulled up. When she looked up to him, her expression had softened. “Please check on Kitty?” He nodded but said nothing else. He didn’t even know if the poor old bat was still alive and given he couldn’t outright ask Stephens who was still standing by silently, all he could do was agree. He and Stephens walked toward the house together and it wasn’t until they were getting ready to enter the side door that Stephens stopped him. “There’s gonna be questions on this one.” He said nothing else to Dillon before he walked through the door. Dillon followed and the moment his eyes lit on the kitchen counter he sucked in a quick breath. The crime scene technician who was studying the countertop peered nervously up to Dillon the moment he saw him. Dillon swallowed, forcing the lump in his throat down and then he stared until he couldn’t get the images out of his mind. “I want eight-by-ten copies of all of these by tomorrow afternoon.” The tech looked at him wearily but nodded. Dillon finally made it out of the kitchen and followed Stephens back to her bedroom. He froze in the doorway, refusing to go any farther. Stephens was standing beside her bed looking down but when his eyes moved back up to Dillon’s, he shook his head. “Like I said, questions. I can’t I say I don’t have some myself.” Fuck. How was he going to have this conversation with her? Chapter Thirteen   “What did they find?” “I don’t know, Imogen. That’s what I’m saying. Detective Stephens said there was evidence to collect but he didn’t say anything else. I don’t even know if Kitty is okay.” She was calming her nerves with a rather large glass of wine as they sat on Imogen’s back deck. Imogen’s property was on the lake, along with a multitude of others but it was still secluded. It was buried in trees and they surrounded the deck, closing out the rest of the world. There was little backyard and it was a rocky steep incline down to the water below. There was no place Katrina felt safer at the moment. When her phone started vibrating on the arm of the lounger she was sitting in, she snatched it up, seeing Dillon’s number. “Hello.” She sounded desperate. “Kitty’s fine. She was hiding under the spare room bed. Forensics is still here and I’ll stay until they leave to make sure everything’s locked up. I’ll leave some food and water for Kitty. I found a spare motion bulb the technician left and I’m replacing it before I leave too. The lightbulb was broken out at some point. I’m guessing he slipped by during the day and broke it. We have a patrol car drive by your house twice an hour during the day when you’re not at home but that leaves it uncovered for much of the time. Can’t be sure when he broke in but I’m guessing it was when you were in class or earlier in the afternoon.” “What did you find? I mean, evidence. Detective Stephens said there was evidence.” “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” His voice was awkward, strained perhaps. He was hiding something and there was no guessing what it could be. “I’ll leave enough food and water out for Kitty for a couple days. I want you to stay at Imogen’s for a while. We’ll figure something out for Kitty.” He was waiting for a response from her. “Okay.” At the moment there was just no argument to be had. “I’d like to stop over at Imogen’s whenever you get home tomorrow. We need to talk about some things.” He left her with that and she sat stunned for a minute after they disconnected. Imogen just watched her. Their normal brand of sarcasm was lost at the moment and she didn’t even attempt to make a comment about Dillon’s ass. She was worried—and Imogen didn’t do worried. After a couple of minutes, Imogen turned to her. “Spring break’s coming up, Trink.” “And?” “And I’m going to be on the other side of the world for nearly two damn weeks! Just say it, love. Tell me to cancel and stay and I’ll call my mum and dad. They’ll understand. Or better yet, come with me. They love you and I can’t stand the idea of—” “I can’t go, Imogen. I’ll be okay.” “You can’t honestly say that, now can you! Damn stubborn girl you are!” She was pissed. But it was only because she was so worried. It was about the only time Imogen ever got angry. “Then stay here. Bring that damn old cat with you and you stay here. Please?” She was just plain begging now. Katrina watched her. Her eyes were as pleading as her voice was and after a deep breath, Katrina nodded. Imogen grabbed Katrina’s hand and refused to let go. She had tears in her eyes and that alone left Katrina sniffling back her own emotion. She’d been very wrong to assume this could possibly or would possibly go away on its own. How was it really possible Katrina could ever have caught the attention of a psychopath who wanted her dead? She was just Katrina. A lackluster junior-high teacher who hadn’t dated for months, had never been much of a flirt and was too quiet, too normal and just too damn boring to attract the attention. Why was this happening to her? * * * * * The next day was entirely too long and difficult to get through. She’d gotten choked-up during lunch as she’d watched a couple of young teachers laughing about something and had to escape the teachers’ lounge in a hurry with Imogen on her heels. Something had changed. Or nothing had changed and she was just finally figuring that out. The night before was a glaring and ugly reminder that absolutely nothing had changed at all. The psychopath was still after her, he’d certainly not been scared off and yes, Katrina was an absolute idiot to be lulled into the notion that perhaps this whole nightmare was over. It was very much not over. Part of her was anxious to see Dillon. She felt safe when he was by her side—likely the only time at all she felt safe anymore. But it was uncomfortable. She didn’t want to admit just how much his reaction a couple days before had hurt her feelings. He’d very intentionally ignored her and it just plain hurt. She couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it, even amid all the fear and chaos in her life. He’d found it more than easy to simply look away, walk away, drive away as though he hadn’t even seen her. Still, she wanted to see him. Imogen was intentionally going to make herself scarce that night but when Katrina had assured her it wasn’t necessary as they’d finished their lunch in Katrina’s classroom, she’d gotten nothing more than a mischievous smile. “It’s not like that, Imogen,” she’d said very truthfully. It was exactly what she believed. “I don’t think you have a clue. That man can’t take his eyes off you when you’re together and the fact you’re blind to that is oh-so-very-Trink-like. Sorry love but you’re the queen of underestimating yourself. The man’s smitten.” “Doesn’t really matter and I’m starting to get that.” “That’s bullshit.” “It’s not.” She hated that she was starting to understand this. “Think about it. You let yourself care about someone you’re trying to protect— how do you keep your perspective?” “Maybe it makes him work harder for you.” “Or maybe it makes it hard to be rational, logical, focused. I’m just saying I get it. If you have to do this for a living, it’d kill you to care too much for every victim you encountered. Wouldn’t it?” And then the bell rang. They were sitting in Katrina’s classroom after her mild lunchtime meltdown and as Imogen stood to leave she pecked Katrina on top of her head. But now it was hours later and she was nervously pacing in Imogen’s kitchen waiting for him to arrive. He’d sent a quick text when he was on his way and she’d pathetically checked her face and hair, changed into one of Imogen’s far-cuter shirts and ran through a light cloud of Imogen’s best perfume. When she stepped in front of the bathroom mirror, she took in the sight of herself. Her eyes had those ugly dark circles again after another night of tossing and turning, she’d lost a bit of weight—no complaints there—and she looked depressed. “Idiot,” she muttered to herself as she heard the doorbell ring. He looked quite incredible standing on Imogen’s porch, wearing a perfectly fitted pair of jeans, lightweight sweater and impeccably polished brown loafers. He held a folder in his hand and her eyes instantly moved to it. Whatever was in there was meant for her to see and she was suddenly on high alert. He’d said they had something to talk about. She’d not missed the subtle if not vague insinuation in his voice and it had something to do with that folder. She held the door open for him as he walked in. He seemed mildly uncomfortable around her but then wasn’t that just where they were at this point? “I let myself through the gate. I hope that was okay.” She nodded and offered him a cup of tea before she put a kettle on the stove. When she turned back to him, the folder was sitting on the counter and he rounded the bar to sit at one of the stools. “May I?” She asked, meeting his eyes as she touched the folder. He nodded, steepling his fingers against his mouth and studying her calmly. However calm he might have outwardly appeared, she wasn’t buying it. There was a tension to his body, a seriousness to his eyes he couldn’t disguise. Her hands trembled as she reached back to the folder and opened it. Then she sucked in a shocked breath. She was aware her mouth was hanging open but what the fuck! It was her—or parts of her. It was her face but it was most definitely not her body, not unless she posed for some hard-core pornographic photos without recalling. The Photoshop job was bad to her estimation but it was good enough to not look comical. If someone didn’t know better, they’d likely think she was a pinup girl with a proclivity for spreading her legs wide and splaying her own vagina open with her fingers. This was more than soft porn. This was gratuitous and her fucking face was on it! “Oh my God! This isn’t me!” “I know. I know. You don’t have to look at them if you don’t want to but I don’t want to hide it from you either.” Not look? How the hell could she not look? There’d been countless people traipsing through her home the night before, seeing these images. How the hell could she not look? She found more of the same on the next page. This pose was beyond compromising and featured another stunning, voluptuous body bound with the legs again splayed open and hiding nothing at all. She was mortified and her cheeks were burning furiously. His eyes drifted away from her as she flipped to the next picture. Her own shyness at having her face attached to this body made sense, his sudden shyness did not. The pictures alone would be enough to leave her gasping in humiliation in front of this man. Add her head to the mix and she was in humiliation hell. All she could do was cover her mouth, keep her eyes down and keep moving through the pictures. She made it past seven more similar images before she finally understood Dillon’s own state. When she first saw it, her body tingled. It was inappropriate but it did. On the page, another female with Katrina’s face was on her hands and knees with her chest to the ground, her nipples brushing the fabric surface she was on. But behind her was a man’s torso—a very fit and stunning torso. It wasn’t the torso that brought her up short but the incredibly handsome head on top of the torso. Dillon’s calm expression from some unknown photograph had been transplanted onto this image. His lips were slightly parted in the photo, and though the original likely hadn’t looked at all seductive, coupled with the naked torso and the strong masculine fingers that gripped the woman’s hips, it looked exceptionally sexual. Dillon was fucking her in this image. She didn’t even realize she’d started panting raggedly until Dillon’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Please keep going.” His voice was husky as he spoke and she couldn’t even muster a glance up at him as she moved to the next image. Again she was on the page. This time on her back with her legs splayed wide open, her neck craned back to look at the camera above and slightly behind her head. An awkward position to say the least, except necessary to capture the face of the man between her legs with his dick buried halfway in her body. Of course the man had Dillon’s face. In total there were five pictures of them together and each one sent an inappropriate tingle through her body even as she tried to gulp down calming breaths of air. Her fingers trembled as she moved from one image to another, forced to study incredibly vulgar poses with her and Dillon’s faces on them. When she flipped to a photograph of her bedroom, she was relieved. But it didn’t last. At first she couldn’t see the focus of the photograph but the next moved closer to her bed and the next closer still until there was little question what she was looking at. She recognized the flesh-colored silicone phallus lying in the center of her bed. She choked on her tongue. Around the dildo were a couple of the pictures she’d just been looking at. Her body was trembling and the picture was making a fluttering sound against the countertop as her fingers tried desperately to hold it still. “I have to ask.” He didn’t need to say anything more. “Yes. It looks like mine.” He was silent. She knew he was watching her but she still couldn’t force her eyes up to meet his. “But no, I haven’t fucked you in front of a camera, if you were curious.” She was being sarcastic. She just wasn’t sure what else to be under the circumstances. He chuckled quietly and at the sound of his warmth she finally managed to look up. He was watching her gently and he wasn’t shying away from her at all. “And my boobs aren’t nearly that big either or that fake for that matter.” Now the gentle expression turned to a small smile. “I’m sorry.” “No, I’m sorry. This lunatic obviously knows you’re working on this case and I…” He rounded the counter as she spoke and she pulled herself up to sit on the countertop. “Stop. This isn’t your fault and I don’t want to hear an ounce of guilt in your voice.” She pushed the folder away from her, refusing to give it even one more moment of her time. “I meant to ask yesterday—was Josh Grant in class last night?” She met his eyes again before shaking her head. “No. He wasn’t.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t know what to make of him. He doesn’t have a criminal background I’ve found yet, at least not in Washington. It’ll take a bit longer to know if he’s got something out of state but I don’t like him. He’s artistic and this…” He indicated the folder sitting next to her. “Well I wouldn’t call it art exactly.” “Yeah. Artistic. Not sure that’s the same thing as…as Photoshopistic.” His lips pulled up again. He had beautiful lips and her eyes got stuck there for a moment. When he licked them, her eyes flashed back up to his just to see him studying her intently. “I want to talk about the other day.” She was obviously begging to sour the mood. “What about it?” “Why did you ignore me?” He sighed. He looked guilty. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be mean.” “You really didn’t answer the question.” “There are so many things I wish I could say to you that I’m simply not allowed to say.” It was her turn to sigh but it was far more frustrated than his. “I like you too.” He just stared at her. He didn’t say a word. She’d thrown it in his face again. “Kat, I want you to understand something. I want what’s best for you. That’s the only thing you need to know about me.” “Then don’t ignore me. It hurt my feelings. I thought at the very least we were friends and I could wave to you. I felt like a complete idiot standing there.” Her hurt was seeping through her words. “You really think we can be friends? You think that’s possible for us?” His words were loaded. He wasn’t really asking. “Why not?” “You don’t need me to answer that question.” “It’s not so complicated.” She was challenging him. “Okay.” He ran his finger along the line of his chin as he approached her. “Let me start by saying it’s really easy for you to say that. Your job doesn’t depend on me keeping my dick out of you. Your safety doesn’t depend on you being able to stay focused, rational, unemotional.” He obviously wasn’t going to be holding back on making his point. “I said friends, not lovers.” She was actually serious when she said it, though admittedly she sounded like a complete dumbass. His smirk was subtle and it was completely devoid of humor—the hand that reached out for her exposed knee was slow, deliberate. “You would stop me if I did this?” His fingers brushed the inside of her knee. The skin was sensitive and she almost cried out at the warm tickle. His eyes held hers with a raised brow. When he pulled his hand back from her leg, it wasn’t to stop tormenting her arousal. Instead he let his mouth taunt her. It was just a soft gentle kiss at the corner of her mouth but it set her desire off like a firecracker in her womb. When he pulled back, he kept his face mere inches from hers. Far enough to hold her gaze but close enough she could feel his warm breath on her skin. “And that? You’d stop me?” He watched her. He couldn’t possibly be waiting for a reaction and she was far too dumbfounded to give him one. “What if I pulled your nipple into my mouth with my lips?” She sucked in a quick breath. “If I slipped my finger into your pussy? Hmm?” She started slowly shaking her head. Hell no, she wouldn’t stop this man from doing anything he wanted to her body. “Well that’s too fucking bad, isn’t it? Because I’m not at all sure I could resist doing every last one of those things to you given the chance, friends or not, and if you’re no more capable of putting a stop to it than I am, well where would we be then?” His eyebrows shot up but the seduction was gone. His face was a bit somber, defeated. “You know I want you. I want to do every last thing I said to you and more. The fact of the matter is all of those things make me less able to do my job. And I’d rather keep you alive than fuck you.” His eyes were incredibly serious as he regarded her and she felt like a child being chastised for her poor behavior. “I won’t ignore you again. It was rude and I’m sorry.” She had no idea what to say. She was aroused, frustrated—she felt damn stupid and guilty for pushing the conversation down that path and in her panic, she grasped at the first question that popped in her mind, desperate to get back to some safe form of conversation that would hide her intense need. “How’s Seth?” Maybe this was a safe topic. “He’s doing well. He says you’re a cool teacher and he called you an old person.” His smile was subtle. They weren’t friends after all. “Well, I am a cool teacher and he’s obviously not met his dad. How old are you by the way?” “Thirty-five.” His face looked strained. It was as if she was pulling the conversation out of him at this point. He’d made his point and now he was driving it home. “See, now that’s old.” She tried for a laugh but it fell flat and he just watched her, forcing his lips to pull up slightly. “I should go.” They stood by the front door staring at each other for far too long and as she started to reach for the door handle he did too. Their hands collided and he pulled back as though her skin was radioactive. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Kat.” His voice was quiet and she knew damn well he was overstepping a boundary right then, regardless of how hard he fought to put one up just minutes before in the kitchen. She didn’t give a shit about his boundaries at the moment. She wanted him to destroy each and every last one of them and give in to it. But she wasn’t surprised in the least when he abruptly walked out the door. She watched him walk to his SUV and after he pulled from the driveway and the gate was secure, she returned to the kitchen where the kettle was only just starting to whistle. She made tea and paced. She paced and paced and paced until the door finally opened and Imogen came in. “So?” “Uh… Imagine gratuitous porn images—and I mean gratuitous— with my head attached to the body. And oh yeah, Dillon’s too. You can apparently do a lot with Photoshop to humiliate a person.” Katrina wasn’t sure why she didn’t tell Imogen about the rest of their conversation. Perhaps she didn’t want to sound so pathetic or perhaps she just didn’t know how to explain it to her. The porn images were enough though to hold Imogen’s attention and she stared wide-eyed at her. She grabbed them each a beer from the fridge, took Katrina’s tea straight from her hand and tossed it in the sink. “Why are you wasting your time with tea? Drink. And…uh…yeah, they do it all the time in tabloids, doll. Next thing you’re going to tell me you’ve got paparazzi following you. Well can’t they just CSI that shit or something?” Katrina just stared at Imogen for a moment. “Um, I’ll make sure to ask him if they can just CSI the shit.” “So did you keep your hands of his wanker?” “I did. There will definitely be no more wanker touching.” “That’s my good little temptress.” She was pleasantly buzzed by the time they called it a night and she crashed in the spare room. But it didn’t take long for her to realize it was going to be another long worrisome night of no sleep. The spare room was on the second floor and while not quite so grandiose as the master on the first floor, it still had tall ceilings, a balcony overlooking the water and enough windows to bring the lake practically into the room. Katrina ended up lying with her head at the foot of the bed, gazing out at the moon shimmering off the water. * * * * * When she showed up at the precinct the next day, she looked nervous. She held another tape in her hand and he bristled with irritation at the thought she’d gone home but after the strained, awkward, hot and downright inappropriate conversation they’d had in her kitchen the day before, he decided not to chastise too much. “I just went home over lunch to check on Kitty. There was a message. I thought I should just come straight here.” He led her away to a quiet room to listen to the tape. She looked like she felt as awkward as he did. He’d basically told her he didn’t want to be her friend. Of course he’d also basically said it was because he wanted to fuck her too much. He’d screwed up—there was no doubt about that. He might want to be far more than her friend but he still needed to be her friend. He was going to have to find some way to fix that. Stephens was out at the moment and Dillon couldn’t help but be glad they’d be listening to this alone. Given the blush of her cheeks, there was reason to assume this might be equally as humiliating as the Photoshopped pictures. “Did you like the artwork I left you? What can I say, I’m just calling it like I see it. That man wants to fuck your brains out but then given the look on your face when you’re with him, you want it just as much as he does. You think he fucks good? I bet he’d like nothing more than to get his cock inside your body. Whadya think? How do you think he measures up to your dildo?” Well, so far the man wasn’t saying anything they didn’t both already know, but she was staring at his chest across the table from him. He was watching her face intently, wondering all the while where he was getting the nerve, considering the topic of conversation. The lunatic was rambling on and on about Dillon’s penis and though he was certain he should be humiliated, he stifled it and watched her. Her cheeks were pink and her hands were clasped tightly on the tabletop. He wanted to reach out and reassure her. This tape was nothing more than a humiliation for them both under the circumstances but he wasn’t allowed to act as though it had anything to do with them— though it doubtless had everything to do with them. “You think he eats pussy? I bet he’d eat yours and I bet you’d love it. You would moan his name the way you used to moan Jason’s every time that fucker licked your cunt. You used to love it. You’d pinch your own nipples between your fingers, cry out as he sucked on your clit. Is he listening to this? I bet he is. He’s one of the detectives, isn’t he? I bet he would love to do all sorts of things to your body and you’d let him. You think he thinks about you when he jacks off? I bet he does. I bet he thinks about you and what you do to your own body with that dildo. You practically owe me your thanks. If it weren’t for me, he’d have no idea just what a fucking whore you are. What man doesn’t want to fuck a whore like you? She stood, nearly knocking her chair over. “I’m sorry. I just can’t do this.” And then she bolted from the room before he could stop her. He hit the stop button and pocketed the small tape recorder before taking off after her. But then he ran right into Stephens and by the time he made it down to the front lobby she was nowhere to be found. When he returned upstairs, Stephens was waiting for him, scratching his chin. “What the fuck was that all about?” “Another message. Guess she didn’t want to hear the end of it.” “Yeah? Well, I do. Let’s hear it.” Stephens eyed him suspiciously as they listened to the tape in the same small little room and Dillon avoided his gaze. Odd he should be so intent on watching Katrina’s face but he was so determined not to meet Stephens’. He was afraid Stephens would see through him and he just wasn’t up for it. The end of the tape was more of the same vulgar drivel as the first part with a few references to Katrina, Dillon and anal sex thrown in to make it interesting. No wonder she’d fled. He didn’t blame her. “So, you fuckin’ this girl?” His glare flashed to Stephens, meeting his eyes easily for the first time as the tape ended. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “But you want to, don’t you?” “I’m not answering that question.” “You just did.” Stephens let out an angry humph. “You’ve never been careless about your responsibilities—” “And I’m not now! And how dare you insinuate I am? You believe some psycho on a tape who’s obsessed with our victim over me? Is that it? You think I’m sleeping with her just because some dumb fucking lunatic suggests it?” His voice was raised and he was struggling not to yell. “I think you’re treading on thin ice with her. I’ve seen you with her. You can pretend it’s innocent all you want but there’s nothing innocent about it.” Stephens stood and stalked from the room. He had no business going after her and he didn’t. At least not for a couple of hours. But the moment he was out the door of the precinct in his car, the war in his mind started and he fought with himself half the way home until he finally turned around and headed to Imogen’s house instead. He had no business at all doing this. He wasn’t treading on thin ice—he was jumping up and down on it, daring it to break through and destroy his career. Chapter Fourteen   When there was a knock on the door that night, Katrina nearly jumped herself right off the couch and onto the floor. She was grading— or trying to grade, though she couldn’t concentrate on anything. Imogen had a date and was gone for the evening, leaving Katrina alone in her veritable fortress on the water. She peeked through the peephole and there he was. The man who had her guts wound into knots, her heart trying to pull apart at the seams and her panties soaked through every time he was near her. She was pathetically attached to him—the man who didn’t want to be her friend. Was it this damn case, the security he exuded perhaps? Or was it just him? Her heart had sunk on the way home from the precinct. It was just a damn lousy way to end an already-shitty day and as she pulled the door open for him, she fought all the bullshit spinning through her mind. She wanted to give into it and fall apart. It had just been one of those kinds of days. But she didn’t. She offered a small smile and stepped back so he could enter. He watched her carefully as he passed—he wasn’t buying her feigned smile. “Are you okay?” No . It’s what she wanted to say. Instead she nodded slowly and led him to the kitchen. He leaned against the counter and she leaned against the opposite one. It was silent and after a moment, she walked to the fridge, grabbed a couple of beers and handed him one. She opened hers immediately and took a big swig. He looked at his for a moment before setting it unopened on the counter next to him and then returned his eyes to her. “What’s going on with you?” “I only talk about things like that with my friends.” She was throwing his bullshit in his face but she felt guilty the moment she said it. “I didn’t mean—” “No, you were right.” Her eyes stared at the ground for a few seconds. “Heard a story on the radio on my way home today. Young woman, abducted, beaten, raped, murdered. Her body was just dumped on the side of the road like garbage.” “Yeah. I know that case.” She found his eyes. He was watching her cautiously. He looked suspicious of where she was going with this. “Just got me thinking.” “Katrina, don’t do this.” There was a warning in his voice but he didn’t know her moods—and when she was in a mood like this, she wasn’t going to be stopped. “I could turn into a dead body one of these days, couldn’t I?” “Please.” He sounded desperate. “That girl was alive too. She was alive just like me—until…she wasn’t.” “Don’t.” He sounded like he was damn-near begging. “My body could just end up being part of a crime scene. All of those crime scene technicians who picked through those fucking disgusting pictures could end up picking through a crime scene with my dead body in it one of these days.” “Stop it!” Now he was angry. The tears that had been threatening and pricking at Katrina’s eyes since that damn radio announcement hours before finally appeared. She could feel them sitting on her lower eyelids and yet she felt oddly calm, as though she couldn’t really cry if she wanted to. The tears sat there as she took in his glare. It wasn’t a mean glare—it was loaded with some kind of emotion she couldn’t even begin to guess. “I get it.” His brow wrinkled at her words. “I get why we can’t… You were right.” He slowly shook his head as his eyes fell to the ground. He was finally catching on and he didn’t like what she was saying. “If we were…intimate—hell, even friends—how much more difficult would my death be for you?” It wasn’t really a question that needed an answer and given the shake of his head and the purse of his lips, he had no intention of answering it. “Best to hold me at arm’s length.” She wasn’t trying to be rude. She was dead serious. The thought of him having to see her in death left as much sadness in her for him as it did for herself. She didn’t expect the explosive movement of his body toward her. He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her easily to the countertop and pushing his way between her legs before his hands found her hips and gripped her tightly. “No. I was wrong. I mean I’m right but I—I need more.” His head was dropped to hold her gaze harshly. His voice was just as harsh when he spoke again. “But don’t you dare assume your importance to me is about sex. If anything happened to you… It doesn’t matter if I fuck you or not. It would destroy me.” His grip on her hips was possessive and tight. He was pulling her body toward the edge of the counter and straight to his groin. Her tears were falling pathetically and he was refusing to look away from her. When his hands met her cheeks, he clutched her face so close to his. Their mouths were nearly touching and she could smell the scent of mint on his breath. His deep breathing was a metronome that started to soothe her panicked and defeated mind and when his warm lips touched hers, her despair melted away. He was gentle and slow as his mouth tugged on first one lip then another. But as gentle as his kiss was, when he dropped one hand to clutch her by the lower back, he was not gentle in the least. He pulled her body to his, forcing the space between them to disappear. She didn’t care though—she was melting away to a place that felt so much better and safer than life and what he was doing to her body was the key to it all. He pulled her body to teeter on the edge of the counter and his hold on her pinned her firmly between his hand at her back and his groin in the front. He was aroused, hard and tightly restrained by his jeans but he made no move to touch her body further. He was only interested in her lips. His tongue dipped between hers, slow and cautious at first and then invasive and aggressive. She wanted to look at him but she was afraid he’d stop if she broke whatever spell he was under. She’d meant it when she said she understood why they couldn’t. She did. She completely got it and her brain was screaming at her to stop before they both ended up regretting what they were doing but his mouth felt so good, so possessive and powerful and she just didn’t want it to end. He finally did pull from her mouth. The pad of his thumb ran over the skin of her cheek as he held her gaze. She was damn near holding her breath, waiting for him to walk away but he didn’t. “Oh fuck, what am I doing?” He muttered it under his breath as his eyes glanced down at their bodies held so closely together. When he looked back to her, his brow flinched for half a second and she knew it was over. But then slowly, so slowly she could watch every last inch of space between them disappear, he leaned to her mouth again. She focused on the wet smacking of their lips over and over again as she tasted him. Dear God, he was good at this. The door being slammed open startled them both. “Calls himself a chemical engineer! He develops pictures at a drugstore. Arsehole liar is what he is!” And then Imogen rounded the corner to them. They were already frozen, staring at each other but with their bodies still snug together. His lips glistened beautifully and her lips were throbbing and sore. They both looked to Imogen but his hands remained on her hips and he closed in closer to her as though to shield her in some way. “Oh! Well I saw your car outside but I didn’t expect—but you two just…you should just, uh…” She held up her index fingers bringing them together as Katrina’s cheeks started burning hot. “I’ll just, uh— I’m going to go. To the other room.” Her finger shot up in the air like a general ready to lead a charge. And then she literally ran from them toward her bedroom. Damn it. That was humiliating. That was Imogen. Well now it was going to happen. Now he was going to pull away. He’d found his bearings without doubt thanks to Imogen and it was over. When he leaned to her mouth once more, planting a gentle kiss on her lips, she moaned quietly against his mouth. “Two years is just too fucking long.” He muttered it as he brushed the hair away from her cheek. She had no real idea what he was talking about but the tone of his voice was just right. The smile he offered her was gentle. The hesitance or maybe even shock was there but he seemed intent on keeping it to himself. He kissed her forehead one more time and she followed him to the front door. “I’ll talk to you soon.” He held her eyes as she nodded and then he was gone. She practically collapsed against the door once it was closed behind her and in a millisecond she heard Imogen’s feet stomping toward her in a mad race. “What the—I mean, what the…” She pointed to the door and then she pointed at Katrina as she walked toward the kitchen and then she finally brought her index fingers together again. There was no denying Imogen could be quite the child at times. Then again, so could Katrina. “Spill it, bitch!” Katrina shook her head, a bit dumbfounded, and after a moment she gave up trying to come up with some rational explanation for what had just happened and she collapsed on the couch. Imogen just sat and stared at her. Eventually, Katrina picked herself up off the couch and stumbled upstairs to bed. Imogen never had really found her voice again but then Katrina had never quite figured out what had happened. She just knew she wanted it to happen again. Boy did she ever want to be that man’s friend. Chapter Fifteen   “So are you going with us to San Francisco?” “Do you think Seth would mind if I didn’t?” “Hmm.” Molly was feigning contemplation. “Let’s see. Do I think a thirteen-year-old boy would care if his father spent spring break with him at his grandparents’ house in San Francisco? Really? Jake and Seth likely won’t even want me around. Or Mom and Dad for that matter. Trust me, they’d prefer to take vacation without us entirely at this point. We’re grownups and that means we’re the most uncool people on the planet.” He chuckled at her but it didn’t ease the guilt one ounce. She was right. Seth wouldn’t care at all, but Dillon did. Dillon also cared about a certain beautiful woman’s safety and the idea of trusting her safety to some uniformed officers for ten days wasn’t going to happen. “Is this about her?” He nodded slowly as he let his eyes travel out the dining room window to see the boys playing basketball in the driveway. “I feel guilty though. This is spring break. I’ve been planning on going and I’m choosing to stay here.” “Okay, well think about it this way. If she were safe—without a question safe—would you go to San Francisco?” “Of course.” And then as an afterthought he muttered, “I might try to drag her along too for my own enjoyment but yes. Of course.” Molly laughed. “My little brother’s got himself a crush. How cute.” Then her face went back to serious. “If Seth could make this decision for you he’d tell you to stay. He’d also probably guilt-trip you into buying him a new Xbox game too but basically he’d want you to stay. He likes her a lot and he would understand. There isn’t much choice right now. She needs you here.” He nodded, staring off into space. He was confused and spring break was likely the least of his confusions. He was falling for her. More than falling for her. He wanted her desperately. He wanted her so much he was ready to risk his job to be with her. He wanted her so much he couldn’t bear the idea of not having her. But it wasn’t just the want. It was the worry, the care, the strong pulsing need in his chest to give himself to her. If he never had the chance to give her what they both wanted he’d regret it for the rest of his life. At the same time, if he jeopardized her in any way with his selfish needs, he’d never forgive himself. Absolute confusion. “I’ll take the boys to Mom and Dad’s. You stay here and take care of the teacher.” They stood and joined the boys outside. He and Molly took on Jake and Seth in a round of HORSE and by the time dusk stole their light he was exhausted. He and Seth walked the short stretch to their house while Seth bounced the basketball. “I think I have to miss spring break, bud. I’ve got a witness in danger and I can’t leave knowing how unsafe it is for her.” “Is it Ms. Page?” He hadn’t expected that one. “Why? What makes you think that?” “I’m not stupid. She looked like she’d been beat up a month or so ago. Kept saying it was nothing but she was lying. She just didn’t want anyone to worry. Plus you two. You’re weird around each other. I mean I know you have a crush on her but…” He shook his head for a second. “It’s her. I know she’s in trouble. She’s different than she used to be.” “How so?” “I don’t know. Just different. She spaces out a lot. Seems tired. Flinches sometimes when someone surprises her.” “Ever thought about being a detective, Seth? That’s quite an eye you’ve got.” Seth laughed. “So are you going to tell me if it’s her?” “Of course not.” “Of course it’s not her, or of course you’re not going to tell me?” “Of course not.” He grabbed Seth by the back of the neck as he steered him through the door. Seth threw his hands up in the air, letting the basketball get away from him across the entryway floor. * * * * * When Chief Greenwood called him and Stephens to his office the next morning, Dillon’s blood pressure spiked. He got along fine with Greenwood but the man didn’t call a person to his office just to chat about the weather. “Sit down.” Greenwood was staring at an open folder in his hands as he stood in front of his window. He didn’t even look up at them as they moved to the chairs and sat. “Care to tell me what these are?” He didn’t bother showing the folder to both of them. Instead he tossed it onto Dillon’s lap. Dillon opened the folder, hoping there wouldn’t be any more Photoshopped nightmares inside. What he wasn’t expecting to see were real pictures. He might not have been naked and fucking her like he had been in the doctored images left at her home but these were just as damning. He was walking beside her on the sidewalk in one. She was practically in his arms in another. The worst was as he walked her around his car with his hand on her lower back. From the angle, it practically looked like he was groping her ass. “Chief, this isn’t—” “Isn’t it? Showed up addressed specifically to me. Not a print on any of them.” “I was driving her home from her evening class downtown. This picture was taken when a skateboarder nearly took her out! This isn’t what it looks like.” “And where was Stephens?” It might have been a question but he was on the verge of yelling. Dillon just sat silently, shaking his head. He was feeling a bit fucked at the moment. “And let’s not forget the pictures your perp left at her house the other day.” “And I’m responsible for that too? The man’s a lunatic!” “I asked where Stephens was when these pictures were taken.” Greenwood was two shades away from scarlet and he was close to losing it. “He wasn’t there.” “I couldn’t go and I told him to go without me.” It was a lie and Dillon’s jaw nearly dropped as his eyes flashed to Stephens’ quickly before dropping to his lap. He hadn’t told Stephens anything about going to see her that night. Chief Greenwood glared at them both. “I’m putting Smith and Terrell on this one. You two are being reassigned.” “What? Chief—” “Silent! Stephens out, Adler you stay put.” He was panicking as Stephens stood to leave. Smith and Terrell were fine detectives but this was Katrina. His Katrina and he couldn’t very well let go of her safety just to hand it over to someone else. As the door closed behind Stephens, Greenwood sat on the edge of his desk. “Do you have anything you need to tell me?” He just stared at Greenwood for a moment. “I think this is a mistake. Stephens and I know what we’re doing and there is no reason to pull us from this just because of a couple of stupid pictures that are being taken out of context!” “You’re right and if that was all I was going on, I’d be wrong to remove you. Care to tell me why you went to see her at her friend’s house alone a couple days ago?” Dillon was silent, staring at the top of Greenwood’s desk. “No? How about the day before that? Hmm? I assigned a patrol officer to monitor Imogen Graham’s property as well given Ms. Page is living there. Didn’t quite expect to see so much of you there.” “It involved the case.” “Right. And yet you forgot to take your partner. Again. Ms. Page is Seth’s teacher. You know her, even if only casually. She’s pretty and you just can’t seem to stay away from her. This has become as much a liability for you as it is for her.” His voice was reined in as he studied Dillon. “The man that’s doing this to her has taken pictures of you as well. He may or may not have identified you yet but he’s targeted you nevertheless. I like you, Dillon. You’re a damn fine detective. That’s why I’m taking you off this case—to salvage your fucking career before you throw it out the window for a piece of ass.” Dillon couldn’t even keep his butt in the chair at that point but when he stood abruptly ready to fire back, Greenwood cocked his head in warning. Dillon took a deep breath, cramming his fury down painfully. He shook his head. “Smith and Terrell—” “Are damn fine detectives too. They’ll do their jobs and since I absolutely think your head is getting clouded on this one, you’re just going to have to deal with it. Believe it or not, I’m looking out for your best interest. Hers too for that matter. Let them work the case, you stay out of the way and you let the smoke clear before you go anywhere near her, you hear me?” He didn’t react at all. He was still too stunned to move. “I said, do you hear me? I want you to stay the hell away from her until this thing is long gone and done.” “Is that an order, sir?” His jaw was nearly too tight to speak. “No. It’s a strongly worded suggestion I fully expect you to comply with. You’ve created a conflict of interest and I don’t need that conflict popping up and biting us on our asses if this thing even ends up in court. A decent defense attorney will have a field day with these pictures alone. If there’s any truth to the relationship Mr. Crazy Pants is insinuating exists that will only make it worse. Now get out. I need you to bring Smith and Terrell up to speed before the end of the day.” When he returned to his desk Stephens was sitting there with his hands rested behind his head. He was watching Dillon, saying nothing. Dillon sank into his chair, staring at nothing. How the hell was he going to hand over her safety? His guts were clenching and he was scared shitless. “What are you thinking?” “I’m afraid they’re gonna fuck it up and she’s gonna end up hurt.” “Yeah? And that’s why you’re not allowed to care for her.” Stephens stood and walked away. Chapter Sixteen   She’d been trying to reach him all weekend but he wasn’t returning her phone calls or messages. She didn’t know how to feel about the new detectives on her case. They were crotchety old men, unlike her handsome Dillon and his gruff yet oddly cute sidekick. She liked the new detectives fine but they weren’t him. And he was refusing to speak with her. She’d asked Detective Smith when he and Detective Terrell had come to Imogen’s for a chat on Monday afternoon why Dillon and Stephens had been replaced and the most he did was shrug his shoulders and give her a vague excuse. “Happens.” “But why?” “Just happens.” She needed to get this man into her classroom and teach him a thing or two about communication. But neither of them ever came to her classroom or her house or Imogen’s if they could help it. Hell they didn’t even know how to get through Imogen’s security gate and Kat had no intention of telling them. They didn’t give a shit she had a cat she had to feed every day—they didn’t seem to understand her concerns at all. But it wasn’t them. They were likely fine. They just weren’t him and she was sour about it. He always showed his concern, he was always there when she needed him, she never had to feel alone even if it was just to talk on the phone. She just missed him. It had been three days since she’d seen Dillon, kissed him, touched him. And it was the last week before spring break. She was still staying with Imogen and pretty soon she’d have the fortress to herself for almost two weeks. She didn’t want to be alone at Imogen’s but she certainly preferred to be alone there than her own home. She’d grown to resent her house and she was just plain over her need to stick it out there. The officers still patrolled her neighborhood—not that she was there to see it—and now they patrolled Imogen’s as well. She had no reason to believe the psycho knew where Imogen lived or that Katrina was staying there but they weren’t taking any chances. Imogen would be leaving the next morning for the UK to spend a couple weeks with her family and Kitty had finally made the journey to Imogen’s place to live. She’d caught her saucy Brit friend poking Kitty on more than one occasion. She’d murmur sweet pet names to the old lady and then poke her on the face or the chin. She really did think she was being sweet but—she poked. And now it was late Tuesday night, Imogen’s luggage was stacked by the front door and they were cracking open a rather large bottle of pre- made margaritas. When her cell rang, she snatched it up from the counter. She was half drunk already and the moment she saw his number she choked. Her heart started racing and her face dropped. Imogen saw it instantly and grabbed the remote, turning down the overloud stereo system. “How are you?” She walked out onto the deck as he spoke and she flopped down on one of the wooden loungers. “Umm, I’m not sure how to answer that. I guess I’m fine. You?” She could hear the defensive tone in her voice. “Katrina, I’m sorry. Being taken off your case wasn’t my choice.” “I don’t really care about that. I’ve tried to reach you for a few days now. I just wanted to know what was going on and why a couple of new detectives were suddenly showing up at the door. You could have at least called to tell me.” She listened to him breathe slowly. “I was told to stay away from you.” She didn’t have a clue what to say to that. “But—but that doesn’t make sense. You’ve been taken off the case. They can’t tell you to—” “Of course they can and they have. I’m not allowed near you during the course of the investigation or any ensuing case. Our relationship gives the appearance of impropriety and the force isn’t going to tolerate that. I just didn’t want you to think I was ignoring you at my own choosing. I wouldn’t do that.” “So wait. You’re saying you’re no longer on the case but now you can’t even talk to me or see me or…anything?” “I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen.” “I think this fucking sucks.” She was pissed. And the alcohol coursing through her system was making it very easy for her to voice that anger. “I want you. I mean, I want you, want you. I don’t want to stay away from you and I sure as hell don’t want you to stay away from me.” Apparently the alcohol was making her mouth divulge all sorts of things. “This isn’t fair.” “This is my fault, Katrina. I shouldn’t have let things—” “What? Get personal? I want personal.” “I do too but that can’t happen. Not anytime soon.” He was silent for a long time and her drunken mouth had quieted with his last words too. “I just wanted you to know I’m sorry. I didn’t intend for this happen and I hate it.” He didn’t really give her a chance to say anything more and he disconnected quickly after that. Well that certainly explained a lot and she hated all of it just as much as he did. When Imogen brought her the margarita she’d left on the counter, she flopped down next to her. “He was told to stay away from me.” “Shit. That explains the unreturned messages. What are you thinking, love?” “That I shouldn’t care as much as I do. That this shouldn’t matter to me as much as it does. That I should want to protect his job and stay away from him. That I should understand that my own safety is more important.” “But?” “I hate it.” “I’m sorry. Is he in trouble?” “He didn’t say he was. Only that he was off the case and regardless of even that he still has to stay away from me.” “Well that’s that then.” “I feel bad. I feel like this is my fault. Like I drove things in this direction. I was so stupid. I just—thought about myself and I risked his job, risked my own safety for that matter.” “Stop. You’re being too hard on yourself. You like the guy. You didn’t do anything wrong.” “I grabbed his penis.” “Well okay, yeah. That was wrong.” She offered a weak smile. “But this isn’t about that. This is about how he feels about you. He wouldn’t have put himself in this position if he didn’t care about you.” “What difference does it make?” “Sorry.” It didn’t make any difference and Imogen knew it as much as Katrina did. * * * * * When Katrina woke the next morning Imogen had already left for the airport. She had her night class that night and a couple more days of school and then she’d be forced to endure a week of sleepless nights alone in Imogen’s house. She really wasn’t ready to face the reality of the fact that Dillon wasn’t going to be a part of her life anymore. It was odd considering she wasn’t even sure what part in her life he’d been filling up to that point but he was missing from it and all she felt was sadness for the loss. Knowing she could pick up the phone and call him whenever she needed, even if it was the middle of the night, had gotten her through a number of sleepless nights. She may have only used that privilege a time or two but just knowing he was there and she could gave her a feeling of security. She couldn’t imagine ever picking up the phone to call Detective Smith or Terrell and she suddenly felt very alone in this. Chapter Seventeen   “Thought you were going to San Francisco to see your parents this Friday.” “I decided to stay here.” Stephens was eyeing him. Molly had called to see if she could take the boys out of school earlier than their normal dismissal time on Friday and naturally Stephens had overheard. “And this wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain off-limits teacher with a secret admirer who’s tormenting her, would it?” He just looked at Stephens across the desk but said nothing. Did he really want to lie? It was completely about her. It was hard enough coping with the fact he wasn’t part of her case. It was just as hard knowing he couldn’t talk to her. But leaving for some reason was impossible. He was terrified something was going to happen and even though he’d be sitting at home alone, he needed to be close. He’d talked to Molly about it the night before and she didn’t want him along on the trip any more than he wanted to go. She understood why he needed to be here but the man sitting across from him glaring didn’t seem to understand any of it. “Unless you want me to be honest, I suggest you not ask.” Stephens tapped his pen on the desktop as he glared at Dillon. He was considering just what he did or did not want to say on the matter and Dillon held his gaze. “You’re going to stay away from her, right?” Dillon nodded. “Don’t have much choice now do I?” “Then I guess I just don’t see the point.” “You don’t need to understand.” Dillon was having a hard time taking his eyes off Smith and Terrell across the room. It had been that way all week. He was torturing himself with them. He hated it when they weren’t at the precinct because he wondered just where the hell they were. He hated it when they were there because the very sight of them was a slap in the face. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Stephens either, and every time Dillon’s eyes shifted to them, he shook his head in discouragement. When Terrell’s phone rang and Dillon was forced to watch as the man tensed and muttered some words to Smith as they both grabbed their jackets, Dillon’s anxiety skyrocketed. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. They took off, glancing quickly to Dillon and leaving Dillon’s eyes trailing after them. He was tempted to follow but if he thought he was in hot water before, he’d be boiling in it if he were so bold as to force his way into their investigation. But there was no hiding the panic and as he stood and started pacing around his desk, hating their absence, he started contemplating. He had to get the hell out of there before he lost his mind. There was no way he could sit there, knowing something was going on. He looked at his cell phone and then he looked at the clock. It was six o’clock on Wednesday night. She should be at class. Fucking hell. What if something happened with Josh Grant? What if she didn’t even make it to class because something happened to her on her way? He started clicking his pen in his hand as he walked back and forth over and over and over again. Stephens continued to watch him, silently glaring at his partner. He likely thought he’d lost his mind but Dillon didn’t really give a shit what Stephens thought of him. Just when he’d decided he didn’t give a shit what the chief thought, said, did to him or otherwise, Stephens stood. “You’re going to drive me crazy.” “I can’t sit here.” He shook his head in resignation. He was going to lose his fucking job over this but there was just no chance he could sit back not knowing what the hell was going on. Something was fucking going on! “Chill. You stay put. I’ll go find out what’s up. But don’t you leave this damn desk or you’ll get us both in trouble.” He sat and he stared at his cell phone as Stephens left. He couldn’t call her. He needed to call her. He had to call her. His fingers trembled when he reached for his phone and as he dialed he looked around to make sure Stephens wasn’t coming back yet. The man was being oddly helpful but he didn’t want to get caught trying to reach her. As the phone rang, his heart pounded. His heart pounded every time he knew he was going to hear her voice. The fact she wasn’t answering and he couldn’t get the reassurance he needed from her left his heart pounding more by the second. It finally went to voicemail and he hung up. He stood and went back to pacing. Fuck! He felt like his body was pulling apart at the seams. He thought this must be what it felt like to go crazy because at any minute he wasn’t going to be able to stifle the need to scream at the top of his lungs to release the building tension in his chest. His throat was on fire as it constricted painfully and he was panting as if it was the only way he could keep himself from passing out. When his fingers snatched up his jacket and he grabbed his phone it was over. He’d decided he didn’t give a shit about any of it. He didn’t care if it meant his career was over. He didn’t care if he wasn’t supposed to see her. He didn’t care Greenwood had explicitly told him to stay away from her. He simply didn’t care about anything except getting to her. He turned to storm from the room, hoping to get out of the building before Stephens returned and tried to stop him and that’s when he came face to face with his terror. It was written on Stephens’ face. Stephens didn’t show much but when he did it was warranted. He just stood in front of Dillon, his eyes wide, his face concerned. He almost looked afraid to speak and his hands rose slowly as if to slow the momentum in Dillon’s movements. But there was no reason to. Dillon was stunned and he stopped on a dime at seeing the serious expression on Stephens’ face. “What?” He could barely get the word out and it sounded choked. “Something’s happened.” Stephens’ voice broke for a second as he spoke and Dillon reached for the nearest desk to support his weight, which suddenly seemed to be getting away from him. His head was buzzing and he wasn’t at all sure he could bear to hear the rest of what Stephens had to say. He gasped out the only question he needed an answer to and he fought to stay standing. “Is she alive?” * * * * * She’d only been at Imogen’s for fifteen minutes and in that space of time, she’d managed to drop the coffeepot, shattering and spilling the caffeine that was supposed to get her through her night class that night. She also spent thirty minutes trying to find Kitty, who was staging a kitty sit-in in protest of being uprooted from her home. Thanks to Imogen’s ridiculously big house and an old cat who couldn’t hear Katrina calling her, she’d nearly given up until she heard Kitty’s bizarre-sounding meow coming from the pantry Katrina had apparently closed her in that morning. Another ten minutes to mop the cat pee up and she was finally ready to go—sadly, she was nearly forty minutes later than she wanted to be. She almost made it to Imogen’s gate to start the trek to the closest bus stop when she stopped and stared at the ground for a minute. She was fighting common sense and arguing with Dillon in her mind and finally telling both Dillon and common sense to fuck off, she turned back toward the house. She jumped in her Outback and took off, grumbling the whole time. Dillon would be livid—there was no doubt of that. But he wasn’t her concern anymore and she was late as hell. She sped, she cut people off and got herself flipped off twice, all before she zipped into the parking garage and steered her little car like a race car around in circles until she found a spot. Pay dirt. Or—one floor away from pay dirt. But were she taking public transportation, she’d likely still be on Mercer Island. She hopped the stairs two at a time and pulled the door open to the fourth-floor building entrance door. It would spit her right into the back end of a deserted hallway, and a quick route to her classroom. She wasn’t entirely sure what she’d gotten hung up on as she passed through the door to the corridor. All she knew was she was snagged and powerless to move forward. She had her tote bag and laptop bag over her shoulder and they both caught on something. Hindsight being an unfair bitch, she realized just a bit too late that she should have kept going. Perhaps had she abandoned her bags that were pulling her back, she could have made it to safety. But not realizing the hang-up was a lunatic’s strong hands grabbing her bags and yanking her back into the stairwell, she was unaware of the danger that lurked behind her until it was too late. She wheeled around to free her bag and the moment she did a hand reached from within the stairwell to grab and twist in the hair at the top of her head, dragging her painfully back into the stairwell. She knew she was fucked the instant she caught sight of the hand darting toward her head but no amount of pulling, fighting and bracing herself against the doorframe could stop his strength from overpowering her. She heard the heavy door’s latch click behind her and her heart sank. This was going to be bad. This was very likely going to kill her, and all for what? Because she’d been stupid enough to value her time over her safety. She stood frozen facing the man. He was wearing another black ski mask and his light-colored eyes glared at her. He’d released the hold he had on her hair and he was simply standing in front of her, his hands raised as if daring her to try to skirt past him. He was blocking the stairs that led down a level and though she was closer to the stairs leading up, she could see it playing out in her mind even as she willed her feet to move. She knew he’d catch her. She had no idea why or how she knew, but as she darted up the stairs and his hand grasped the back of her ankle there wasn’t an ounce of surprise. She collapsed to the stairs, banging her knee hard on the edge of one of the stairs and crying out. Her yelp echoed through the vacant vertical shaft of the stairwell and it was the most depressing sound she’d ever heard. It was her nightmares come true, it was her end, it was everything she’d dreaded but had been too stupid to avoid. It was over for her and she knew it. He’d managed to get her bags off her shoulder and had abandoned them on the floor of the landing and as she scrambled to crawl hand over knee up the stairs, he caught her by the collar of the fitted casual blazer she wore. She let her arms go slack behind her, allowing the jacket to be pulled free of her arms, rather than letting him pull her over backward down the stairs, but even freeing herself from him for a brief moment wasn’t enough. He lunged again with a growl emanating from his throat. She’d not even made it halfway up the flight of stairs when he latched onto her hair, yanking her swiftly backward. She grabbed desperately for the stair railing to keep herself from being thrown backward. She latched onto it, listening to her hands skid and slide along the painted metal of the railing. She couldn’t get enough purchase to stop her backward momentum but she wasn’t falling. It was an awkward drag as he yanked on her hair and she sank back and down to the stair below her. It twisted her knee in the process and she cried out again, wanting to keep her damn mouth shut. She should be screeching but she was terrified it would piss him off more. She was dragged down the steps, her flimsy camisole pulling up and her lower back scraping across the sandpapery safety paint coating the edges of the steps, intended to keep people from slipping. The burning on her skin as her lower back grated across the four steps was painful but it was oddly grounding in some sense. She was whimpering and begging pathetically by the time he released her hair. Her pleas were echoing up and down the stairwell just as her cries had and she started crying as much from sheer sadness as fear. She staggered to her feet, unable to stop the tears that were dropping. He stood back and watched. She guessed he was amused, given the way he subtly cocked his head to the side and watched her calmly. The calm didn’t last. The moment she was on her feet, he took a swift step toward her, punched her square in the gut and threw her body into the wall behind her. She collided with the rough cinder block wall and as she gasped and desperately tried to suck in air, she slid down the wall. The bricks scraped harshly against the naked skin of her shoulder as she slid and when her butt hit the ground she started retching. She was still trying to get her lungs to work and her stomach was clenching and trying to empty itself from the fist he’d jammed up under her ribs. When he knelt down in front of her as she kept fighting to suck in air, it was to grab the hair along her forehead and pull her head up to look into his cold, evil eyes. “You can’t believe how much pain I can give you.” His words were hissed through gritted teeth. She was holding his eyes, unable in fact to look away. His hand found her neck and he gripped, pushing her neck back to the wall and cutting off her airway as she clawed desperately at his wrist. His free hand moved to the low-fitting neckline of the camisole and though she couldn’t see what he was doing, she could feel as the fabric was yanked down below her breast. The cool air tickled her exposed skin and then it was pain. Blinding and agonizing pain was shooting through her chest, radiating out from her breasts. She could feel warmth dripping from her skin and even as her mind started to go fuzzy and her ears started to buzz loudly, she knew she was bleeding. She could feel the pulsing beat of hypoxia in her head but it didn’t dull the searing pain in her chest. And then there was nothing. * * * * * She was suddenly awake and she was being dragged by the hair again. The tingly pulse running through her head and out to her skin said she’d been unconscious and as she looked down she saw the blood across her naked chest but she couldn’t determine the injury. He stopped yanking her and she listened as he hesitantly pulled open the door to a parking level. And then she was being dragged again. The moment she was through the door she started fighting. She was finally in an open space and if she could just get free of him, she could run, she could hide, she could scream for help. She reached up and dug her nails into his wrist. He growled, stopped moving and then smacked her hard across the face. But she was ready to fight now and she started screeching, pulling from him, letting the hair rip out as she struggled to get away. She managed it but he again caught her by the leg, sending her to the ground. He started yanking her across the abrasive concrete by her ankles. Her camisole was a tattered mess that did nothing at all to protect her skin at this point and she could feel her back rolling over small pebbles and grit from the dirty concrete as he dragged her. But then she heard it. The sound of heaven. The sound of safety. The sound of hope. At first the tires screeched slightly as they rounded one spiral turn after another. It was a long way off yet but the car was getting closer. If she could just get out from between the row he was dragging her through… She started kicking, she started clawing, catching her hand on a tire for a moment before he yanked her past it but then she caught on the side panel of the car. She reached under, feeling the metal lip, and she clutched down hard. He tugged against her suddenly immovable weight and he toppled back. She rolled to her stomach and then up to her knees, sprinting out from between the cars. She could hear the sound of his fury in the growl behind her and it sparked a terror in her gut that forced her legs to pump harder and faster than she’d have thought possible. She was not going to die today. Not this fucking day! She was crying, she was screaming and she was running with the knowledge that her life absolutely depended on it. And then it was there. Just a compact blue car. The young man behind the wheel looked startled, his eyes wide and terrified at the sight of her. Katrina didn’t waste even one second before she darted to his passenger door, wrenched it open and slid in next to him. He sat there stunned as she locked the door. “Drive!” She yelled at the poor man as though she was furious with him for not knowing what to do. He eventually managed to get his foot back on the gas pedal and she collapsed against the back of the seat. He tried to stop once, asking if he should call the cops. She screeched at him to drive and wouldn’t let him stop until they were back out of the parking garage. He pulled over haphazardly, blocking an alleyway, but the street was busy and she knew she was safe. * * * * * The next couple hours were a blur. There was an ambulance and there were lights. She was lucid and completely conscious, but her brain just didn’t want to deal with it. So she closed her eyes and ignored all the sounds and voices. The hospital was no better. They took pictures and they patched her up. The fuckwad had used her left breast as a carving board. The cuts were shallow and didn’t require stiches—a good amount of liquid adhesive and a number of butterfly bandages did the trick. Her back was sore, her upper stomach felt bruised where he’d punched her and her body just ached—but she’d be damned if she wasn’t alive. She shouldn’t be alive. Detective Smith and Terrell arrived. They had countless questions but she struggled to pay attention. She recounted the story as best she could and they eventually shut up. The photographer—the same blonde from her first trip here—took pictures of her naked chest, her back, her stomach. And eventually a social worker came in and asked if she wanted to talk. Fuck no she didn’t want to talk and she’d like nothing better than to stuff a rag down the social worker’s throat to get her to shut up too. “Do you have anyone we can call for you?” Dillon . “No.” She muttered the word as tears filled her eyes. “I just want to go home. Can someone just take me home?” The social worker excused herself and shortly after Smith and Terrell returned. Terrell offered his arm as she stood. Her body was sore and she was tired but against all odds she had somehow managed to survive this. But how many attacks would it take before Mr. Psycho Pants would succeed? She might just be a bit fucked. She collapsed on Imogen’s sofa as soon as the detectives finally left. They scoured the house and the property before they’d leave with the promise that a patrol car would be circling the block. She was almost too exhausted to be scared. Almost. But as she looked around Imogen’s large open living room and listened to the silence surrounding her, her pulse quickened and the terror set in. She lay on the couch, trembling and fighting the panic for some time, when there was a knock on the door. When she peeked through the peephole, she started sobbing and yanked the door open. He scooped her up in his arms, closing the door behind him as he moved. “You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He was moving through the house and her head was buried in his neck, sobbing. He sat, he held her and he didn’t move. He hushed her quietly and she slowly drifted to sleep in Dillon’s arms as he cradled her on his lap. Chapter Eighteen   She woke to the sound of movement in the kitchen. She was on the couch—which was likely a good thing considering it was easy to clean leather—and she’d not changed clothes. Her clothes were caked in dry blood and what wasn’t bloody was covered in dirt and grime. When she looked to the kitchen he was there, watching her. She crawled from the couch and started moving toward him. Her stomach was fluttering with butterflies and she couldn’t quite make out his mood. “Thought we weren’t supposed to see each other.” She was trying to be funny, likely doing a piss-poor job of it but it was the intention. His intense stare was all the response she got. She rounded the counter to be closer to him and he looked her up and down. She knew she looked like hell. The cleanest part of her was the shirt they’d given her at the hospital to replace the camisole that had been destroyed in the struggle. “Are we supposed to be doing this?” She got an answer this time. “No.” “Then—” “You could have died.” His expression hadn’t softened an ounce. He didn’t seem mad, nor happy, just unreadable. “But I didn’t.” “You could have.” His voice rose to a demanding volume. Unreadable had turned to anger in a flash. “So is that why you’re here? To yell at me?” His face softened marginally and a subtle humorless smirk took over his mouth. “No. I intend to make love to you too but I thought I’d get the yelling out of the way first.” She gasped even as her body flushed with warmth. “I really wasn’t trying to upset you.” “I’ll take that under advisement. But it doesn’t change the fact you made a stupid decision that nearly cost you your life.” He might not be yelling but he also wasn’t biting his tongue. “I’m exceptionally angry, Katrina. You can’t imagine how angry I am.” He watched her seriously and she stood like a sullen child in front of him. “I’m also exceptionally relieved. Now you look like you need a shower and I’ve been waiting to see just how stunning you are under those clothes of yours for far too long.” She couldn’t seem to stop gasping at everything the man said. She’d not thought she’d see him again, certainly not in this context but here he was standing in front of her, irritated at her stupidity but with her. He wasn’t pushing her away, he wasn’t telling her what they couldn’t do together. In fact, quite the opposite—he was giving in and he was making it clear he intended to. “Hate to break it to you but what’s under these clothes isn’t much to see at the moment.” She tried to soften his harsh demeanor but she was all nerves at the moment. He chuckled quietly as he took her hand. “Where’s your shower?” She trembled but she led him upstairs to the spare bedroom with attached bathroom. Nervous was an understatement. She’d been obsessing about this for too long and now when she looked like a disaster he was ready. She’d prefer to be newly plucked, waxed and not have dirt and grime covering ninety percent of her body—but beggars couldn’t be choosers and all that. And she was ready too—more than ready.   Her fingers were trembling within his and his body was pulsing with need. The incredible drive to possess her and have her set in the moment he heard Stephens utter the words, “She’s going to be fine.” He wasn’t actually convinced of that until she opened the door and he was able to get his hands on her but once she was in his arms, he’d decided— reckless as the decision might be—that he was done staying away. He sat holding her on the couch in the living room nearly all night long. He dozed with his forehead resting against hers but he refused to lay her down or separate himself from her body. When his muscles started to ache and he couldn’t ignore it any longer, he laid her gently on the sofa, covered her with a blanket and started the kettle. He needed coffee but while he found a coffeemaker and the grounds he never did find the coffeepot that went with it. Kitty circled his feet as he waited for her to wake and once he saw her shifting around on the couch, his groin tightened and the possessive need sank back into his body again. He was furious. Irritation and anger were roiling under the surface but it was eclipsed so effectively by his lust, need and absolute relief. He didn’t want to do anything but get his hands on her, get his mouth on her, get his fucking dick inside her. Now he was trailing her up the stairs, taking in the dirt and blood-streaked clothing she was wearing. He wanted her out of them. Just seeing the blood left his heart pounding and his brain buzzing with terror. Stephens had sent him a text message once she’d left the hospital. Stephens knew Terrell well enough to know the man would keep him in the loop if he asked and Stephens, for some reason Dillon hadn’t yet figured out, was using that connection for Dillon’s benefit. One cab ride later and a bit of covert maneuvering to keep himself hidden from the patrol car that was driving by constantly and he had her in his arms where he needed her to be. She didn’t stop trembling and as he reached in and started the faucet in the massive walk-in shower, she stood by the counter waiting. “Undress.” He held her eyes as her trembles turned to violent shakes. Part of him wanted to help her, ease her in some way but part of him wanted her uncomfortable. He was still angry after all and while he intended to make sure they both enjoyed this, he still wanted her to understand just how furious he was. It was an odd combination of need and fury. She stripped the shirt off over her head. She was braless and his eyes moved instantly to her breast covered in butterfly bandages. Dillon was lacking on the details and while he knew she’d been choked, had some minor cuts, scuffs and bruises, he’d not quite imagined this. What he saw was done quite intentionally. There was nothing haphazard about it. The straight precise lines could have been made with a scalpel and as he took in the damage, swallowing became painful and his throat constricted. Her eyes wouldn’t meet his and she stared at his chest. “How did that happen?” His voice was lurching as he spoke. She had exceptionally beautiful breasts with small pink nipples and he wanted to be focusing on only that but the red slashes across her skin were impossible to ignore. “He cut me with something. I’m not sure what. The doctor literally glued the skin back together. Kinda wild.” She laughed but it was nervous and he swore her eyes filled with tears even as she laughed. He caved in and walked to her, pulling her into his arms. “I really am incredibly angry with you.” She nodded against his chest. “If you’re ever so careless with your life again, I promise you I’m going to yell but right now I just can’t.” He leaned to her neck and kissed her as his hands traveled down to the waist of her jeans. He undid the button and lowered the zipper as her stomach muscles twitched and trembled beneath his knuckles. He could see the large scuff that ran up her shoulder in the mirror behind her and her lower back look bruised and scraped. When he pushed her jeans down her hips and let them drop, he nearly choked at the sight of her bottom. It was pristine and beautiful. She had an incredibly small waist and a lovely round bottom that was perfectly toned. Her skin was milky- smooth and pale and his cock was flexing and fighting to get free. There was nothing more stunning than the sight of her. His hands held her still at her waist and he just stared. He’d assumed she had a nice figure but it was something else finally getting her out of her clothes and seeing just how incredible her pale smooth skin and perfectly curved figure was. “Get in.” It was little more than a whisper when he spoke and she walked from him to the enclosure. He undressed quickly and when he entered after her, she was standing under the large showerhead with her face angled up to the water and her eyes closed. She ran her hands through her hair and he stood against the far wall with his arms crossed simply watching. His gaze found her sex. He’d not gotten his eyes on that part of her yet and he was just as captured by the sight of the small lips of her sex as he’d been by the sight of her ass. She kept herself completely shaved and it left nothing to the imagination, except perhaps what the silken skin between those lips would feel like and taste like. She caught him staring and her pale cheeks blushed crimson as his eyes met hers. But then her gaze started traveling every inch of his body and her mouth fell open. He let her study him and he could feel his cock twitching against his stomach. He stroked the length of his erection, knowing full well she was watching. He wasn’t necessarily trying to shock her but he needed the touch. He needed her touch but he was willing to settle for his own until she was ready. He walked to her and leaned down to kiss her mouth. She reached for his dick and he let her touch him this time. She squeezed the shaft gently and he groaned into her mouth. “Turn around.” He said the words while he still had the strength to. One more moment of her touch and he might lose his ability to speak altogether. She released him from her grasp and turned slowly around. He pulled her hair over the side of her shoulder and let his mouth wander down over her good shoulder. Her other shoulder looked painful and he soaped the washcloth he’d grabbed on his way in and gently ran the rag over the scraped and angry skin. She hissed and pulled forward for a moment but sank back as she adjusted to the touch. He moved over the rest of her skin, gently washing the dirt and grime from her skin. He moved the washcloth over her bottom, wanting to make the material disappear so he could touch her skin and when he kneeled behind her he moved the washcloth down her legs but he kept his eyes glued to her bottom. He leaned forward and kissed gently over the pale skin of her cheeks and she moaned quietly. He ended up abandoning the washcloth at her feet and moving his mouth up to her lower back as he knelt up behind her and pulled her body into his with a hand covering each hipbone. His chest was to her bottom and he took his time kissing along her back as his hands toyed with her hipbones. By the time he’d made it back up to standing, his body completely covered her backside and he’d forgotten all about the washcloth now sitting on the floor. He turned her around and pushed her body back to the wall behind her and after finding her mouth and thrusting his tongue between her lips for long enough to leave them both panting, he snatched the forgotten washcloth from the floor and started at her neck. Her neck looked red where she’d been choked yet again and he was careful as he ran the rag down the line of her neck to her breast. When he traveled lower to her stomach, her muscles danced and twitched under his hand. He didn’t delve between the lips of her sex when he cupped her with the washcloth between her legs. Instead he moved quickly down to the front of her legs before he could get too caught up with her pussy. She washed her hair quickly as he ran the washrag over his body while she watched and when they were finally done there was gritted dirt circling the drain but she was clean and he was so overly desperate for her that he was damn near going insane with lust. She followed him to the bedroom once they were both dried and he sat on the edge of her king-sized bed. For a spare room it was a bit ridiculous. It was large with exceptionally high ceilings, a large balcony and an amazing view of Lake Washington. She watched him intently, trying to decide what to do. He could see the nervousness in her expression and he thought it was the least she deserved for putting herself in danger and worrying the hell out of him. “What do you want me to do?” He almost melted at the insecurity in her voice. Katrina was quirky but she was also a bit bold when she wanted to be. She usually called it like she saw it and asked the questions she wanted to ask but right now she just looked terrified. Her nervousness was the only punishment he had for her behavior and he was going to enjoy it immensely. “I want to see you on your hands and knees—if you’re comfortable enough for the position.” “What? Why?” He smiled gently at her and she blushed. That alone made his cock pulse. “I want to see all of you. I want to touch all of you. I want to spread your lips open, kiss your pussy, taste you. I want every inch of your body visible.” She shuddered at the sound of his voice or perhaps it was the words he was saying. When she said okay, his cock didn’t just pulse—it jumped. “Where?” It was her quiet, unsure voice. He was learning to love that one. “On the bed. Facing away from me.” She sat on the bed beside him and he pulled her mouth to his. Her lips trembled as he kissed her. She left him feeling like he was going crazy in the best possible way and when she moved into position, showing her backside to him first before bending over and exposing it all to him, he groaned. There wasn’t anything he wanted to see that he couldn’t. “Can you put your chest to the bed without hurting yourself?” She started dropping her chest down. “Now keep your bottom up. Very nice.” It was more than nice. Her lowered chest pushed the angle of her ass up just that much higher and opened the cheeks of her bottom to his view even more. He brushed the back of his knuckles down the plump little lips at the junction of her thighs and she whimpered. The muscles running up the back of her thighs tightened up to her bottom and he couldn’t help but moan. He used his first and second fingers of one hand to spread her lips open. She was glistening and pink and he inhaled a ragged breath as visions of his cock pushing deep into her started attacking his arousal. He was ready before he even got her onto the bed. Now he was just torturing himself with her—but what an amazing torture. She was stunning. He let his eyes slowly travel up the cleft of her pussy to the smooth skin that led to her anus. He wouldn’t mind touching her there too but given the tremble of her legs, her own patience was wearing thin. He leaned to her and when his tongue stroked the pink, sweet skin of her sex, she cried out. He let his tongue find her entry and then he pushed it into her. He could feel the quiver of her walls clenching, trembling and begging for more and he was going to give it to her. Every inch she could take. He’d fuck her as hard or gentle as she wanted, so long as she would take all of him to her core. He wanted to be buried inside her with not an ounce of space between them. “Dillon.” She was whimpering his name as his tongue pushed and pulled from her. “Please. Please.” She kept repeating it as he moved down to her clit and as he stroked, sucked and pulled her into the throes of orgasm, she kept begging. Her thighs were shaking and when the orgasm passed, she collapsed to the bed. He crawled up her body, letting his erection trail over the skin of her bottom as she lay twitching beneath him. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered it against her ear and her breath left her. “Can you lie on your back or are you too sore?” She rolled, raising her hands above her head but one stopped, clutching his cheek and pulling his mouth to hers. She tasted exquisite, but then he was still savoring her delicious pussy. His dick was on her stomach, pulsing against her skin and when he reached between their bodies, the hand she’d placed on his cheek followed his down between their bodies too. He used his cock head to tease the tight, swollen nub of her clit and she used her fingers to part her lips, beckoning him. He could feel her fingertips brushing against his own and he groaned at nothing more than that. She left her fingers in place when he lined himself up with her entry and he pushed slow, feeling the shaft of his dick run between her fingers before pushing past her lips and into the heat of her body. She was slick with her need but she was also exceptionally tight around him. He withdrew slightly, pushing in again, deeper this time. She cried out at the invasion and he watched her eyes. He could see pain but her need was undeniable. Her fingers remained, framing her pussy as he plunged, retreated and then sank even deeper. He was slowly pushing his way to her depths and when he finally thrust that final inch, letting his balls rest against her bottom, she yelped and her eyes shot open wide. He waited. He watched her face, patiently waiting for her muscles to relax. She slipped her hand from between their bodies and he nudged ever so marginally deeper as she groaned and cried out. “Oh God, Dillon.” She was gasping and he ground his hips between her legs as she clutched his shoulders. He could feel the wetness on her fingers streaking across the back of one shoulder as she gripped him through the intensity of his depth. He was so ready to fuck but he wanted her to be ready too and so he was patient. He enjoyed the sight of her expression as she slowly accommodated his breadth and length. He knew he was large and he knew he was pushing her limits but he so desperately wanted her to take all of him. When she kissed him and her insides relaxed around him, he eased back and then pushed to her core again. Her moan said she was ready and he pulled nearly from her entirely before sliding deep in again. He set a pace, pulling and pushing. He didn’t hold back and he hit her limit each and every time he plunged. As his speed quickened she clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. He held her eyes, becoming mesmerized in the crystal-blue depths as he started pounding into her body. He was jolting her body forward and her lips were parted as she watched him. “God, you’re beautiful.” He didn’t even realize he’d said the words until he heard them. He was just so lost in her that his mouth had taken over without his permission. She whimpered at his words and he crushed her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue between her lips. She was panting, clawing at his shoulders in desperation and when she came, he could feel her pussy gripping and clenching hard around his length. He paused deep inside her—it was nearly impossible to stop the thrust of his hips but he forced it as her orgasm pulsed around him. He froze, letting himself savor the feel of her muscles constricting on his length and when they finally relaxed, he pulled and then he pounded hard. He fell apart quickly after that and with only a few deep thrusts, he was spilling himself inside her as he cried out her name and buried his face in her neck. She hummed against his neck as their bodies started to slowly relax and when he pulled from her body as the walls of her vagina quivered around him, he tried to be gentle. She had to be sore and he moved slowly. She hissed as he slipped from her body and he lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. “God was quite generous with you.” He chuckled at her as he pulled her closer. Leave it to Katrina to say exactly what was on her mind. “I’m sorry. Too generous?” “No. Perfect.” “I was thinking the same thing about you. Umm—please tell me you’re on birth control.” He wasn’t nearly so brain-damaged now and the panic had just set in when his brain slowed enough to realize what he’d done. “Arm implant. I was actually stupid enough to think Jason would be sticking around long enough to think a three-year birth control commitment would be worth my time.” He was suddenly tense at the sound of the man’s name but he forced himself to smile at her. “I’m glad and I’m sorry. I just wasn’t thinking about that.” He would have no problem finishing out that three-year birth control commitment of hers and then some if she’d let him. She was pure perfection. Milky-smooth skin, a tightness that left him thinking he’d gone to heaven—everything about her was incredible. It was almost easy to forget in the quietness of her bedroom that someone was threatening it all. He couldn’t lose her. He was falling in love with her. Chapter Nineteen   She had no business being at school. She knew that, but Dillon had to go to work and she had no interest being alone just yet. She’d parked in Imogen’s garage, making it fairly easy to get Dillon out of the house without being seen. She’d driven him home that morning and when she pulled into his driveway on her way to school and put the car in park, he’d pulled her mouth to his and kissed her. He was exceptionally good at the sexy stuff and she couldn’t seem to stop the pitter-patter of her heart every time he touched her. She also couldn’t quite get over the barriers he’d allowed to crumble since the night before. He was risking his job. He had to be but he was also refusing to talk about it. She’d asked once they were on the road, headed toward his neighborhood and he’d reached for her hand, squeezing it gently and then ignoring her. She didn’t like the barriers any more than he did but she wasn’t the one whose job would be jeopardized because of what they were doing together. What did that even mean? Doing together? They’d made love. The man whom she’d spent time yelling at the first time they’d met, whose penis she’d grabbed in a lust-filled, emotionally exhausted stupor, who’d made it quite clear they had no business being together—he was who she’d made love to. He was incredible but now as he pulled from her mouth as they sat in his driveway, she was nervous. That was nothing really new under the circumstances but it was the why behind it. “Um—are you going to tell me we can’t do that again?” The question had come out totally wrong and totally lame. He watched her for a moment and her nervousness ratcheted up a notch. He was going to tell her exactly that. She couldn’t handle that. He was something important to her. She could handle all of this with him but alone she simply couldn’t do it. He gave her strength and calm and it was bad enough he was no longer on her case. “No. I’m not telling you that at all. And I don’t want you to worry about this. This is my problem, not yours.” “Problem?” He just stared at her for a moment. He’d been honest. This was a problem that could hurt him professionally and whether he wanted her concern or not, he had it. “I want to see you tomorrow night. I want you here in my home with me. I’m not leaving town with Molly and the boys for spring break and I have the week off. I want to spend that time with you.” “Are you staying in town because of me?” He again stared. This conversation was becoming more strained by the moment. Basically, he didn’t want to have the conversation and she did. “Is your safety not a good enough reason?” “I don’t know how to feel about that.” “You mean you don’t know how to feel about me and my choice to stay for you.” He shook his head in frustration and reached for the door handle. She clasped his arm quickly. “Please. I just don’t want to be the reason your career is ruined. I don’t want to be the reason you’re missing time away with Seth. I don’t want to be the reason you make these decisions.” “Then what do you want to be the reason for?” His voice was harsh and his eyes were angry. “I just made love to you. I did that for a reason —a very specific reason.” His eyes were searching hers. “I care about you. What the hell is wrong with that reason?” And then his voice trailed off and his eyes moved from hers to stare out the window. She sat frozen beside him, her heart pounding as his words echoed through her mind over and over again. She could hear her own voice telling him she loved him. He may not have said it to her but she still knew she did. At the very least she should tell him she cared about him too. Saying nothing was the cruelest thing she could do but it wasn’t for want of being cruel. She just couldn’t quite figure out what to say. He gave up on her and pulled the door open, leaving her staring after him. Now it was three hours later and she was sitting in her classroom during her reading group, staring off into space as the students read. The group sat in a circle and after reading a section of material, it was something of a roundtable discussion about what they’d read. Seth was there and she kept catching him looking up at her. When it was time to discuss the section they’d just read, his hand went up instantly. “Yes, Seth.” “What happened to your neck, Ms. Page?” “Oh…” Odd to think but she’d nearly forgotten about it. Her entire body ached—her shoulders, her back, every last inch. The majority from the attack and a few very personal places from Dillon’s most incredible invasion on her body and yet, she’d not been thinking about the pain. “It’s nothing.” He stared at her with his father’s eyes. It was concern, it was suspicion. He wasn’t fooled by her and she couldn’t help but wonder just what Dillon had told him. She hadn’t thought he’d speak of her case at all but Seth wasn’t doing a good job of hiding the fact he knew something. She steered the conversation back to the reading but Seth continued to watch her. “Are you okay, Ms. Page?” She peered up to Seth as the rest of the group filed out of the room. “I’m fine, Seth. How are you?” “I know my dad’s investigating something that has to do with you.” “And did your dad tell you that?” “No. My dad won’t talk to me about that stuff. I can just tell. I know you were hurt a while back and I can just tell by the way he acts around you. And you’re hurt again and he was gone last night. I can tell he’s worried about you.” “And how’s that?” “Like he acts when I get hurt.” The tone of his voice suggested she was insane not to understand this. “Just like when Molly and Jake were in a car accident a few years ago. I know he’s not going on spring break because he’s worried about you.” “Seth…” What the hell could she say? “I don’t want that.” She swallowed hard over a lump in her throat. She couldn’t have this conversation with him but she also couldn’t not have this conversation with him. “I don’t care. Jake’s going and Molly will be there too. I really don’t care.” Again, he sounded like a teenager but he really was trying to reassure her as much his thirteen-year-old maturity level would allow. It was sweet but she couldn’t say she felt any better about the situation. Seth had no idea what his father meant to her. He also had no idea what she meant to Dillon. Awkward was the understatement of the century. “I was just saying it’s cool with me. And I’m sorry about—whatever happened.” “Thanks, Seth. I appreciate it.” And she did. It was the sweetest thing a thirteen-year-old boy could say to a grownup. He might have thought she was crazy for not understanding everything he was trying to say and he might not have a clue just how serious the situation really was but it was compassion usually not seen in a kid his age. He turned from her to leave but then stopped and turned back slowly to face her. “Do you have a crush on my dad?” “What? No. No. That’s not…” Lie lie lie. “It’s cool if you do. I know he likes you. Just sayin’.” And then he was gone. * * * * * When she got to Imogen’s home that evening, Detectives Smith and Terrell were waiting outside the security gate parked at the curb. “Well there’s no surveillance video in the parking garage.” They followed her into Imogen’s home. “So there’s no security video.” She could have told them that but she just nodded. “And we’re assuming he entered the parking garage on foot. He’d have to have a permit to enter with a car but we’re still checking into all the vehicles that were there last night. I just wouldn’t expect anything with that.” She started zoning out. She was tired and they weren’t telling her anything new. This man didn’t want to be found and he was doing a damn good job of keeping it that way. They’d found her bags and jacket in the stairwell and set the items on the kitchen counter as she offered them tea. They declined and in less than ten minutes they were leaving. Imogen called while she was fixing dinner. It was late in the UK and she was just getting back from having drinks with a couple of her old friends. Katrina could tell she was half drunk and though she knew Imogen would be livid later, Katrina decided not to bother telling her about the parking-garage incident, or the sex incident for that matter. When they finally hung up, Katrina sat at the dining room table alone to eat the chicken she’d managed to burn. She stared at the emptiness around her, feeling pathetic. She missed Dillon and she was certain she’d pissed him off that morning. She had no idea how to feel about him or what had happened between them. She wanted him in the way she’d finally had him but she knew it was a risk to his career. Could she put an end to it with him to protect that? She didn’t hold out much hope she could. If she had the opportunity to be with him again there was no chance she could say no to him. She needed him. She cared for him too. Hell, she just plain loved him. She curled up in bed with her phone and started typing. “Are you upset with me?” His response came nearly ten minutes later and left her convinced he’d contemplated not responding at all. “Usually.” “I’m sorry.” There was no response after that and thirty minutes later she gave up waiting for one and fell asleep. * * * * * “Are you sure you’re not really into Ms. Page?” Molly was just finishing up packing as he lay across her bed. Seth and Jake were downstairs loading their bags into Molly’s Traverse. Dillon was now technically on vacation for the next week too, though he’d be spending the week sitting alone afraid to go to San Francisco lest the woman he was secretly pining over be attacked again. It promised to be a great time staring at his walls with nothing at all to do. Her reaction the morning before had been a disappointment—not that she’d necessarily said anything wrong. Even as he was confessing to caring about her he knew he was holding back. He was in love with her but she’d not even managed to reciprocate his mildest of emotional confessions, so he certainly wasn’t going to be giving her any more than that. But none of it really mattered. She could decide she hated him tomorrow and he still couldn’t bear to leave her and be too far away from her knowing her life was in danger. “Molly, it doesn’t matter how I feel.” He sounded like Seth as he said it—annoyed that she couldn’t understand the situation telepathically. “Something happened and it didn’t exactly end the way I’d have liked it to.” “Something as in…” He stared for a moment, contemplating, considering, debating. “Fuck it. I slept with her.” Molly’s mouth fell open. “A couple nights ago and the next morning…it was—I don’t know what it was. Things just fell apart.” Molly still hadn’t managed to close her mouth so he continued. “She’s worried about how a relationship with me could hurt my career, she’s worried I’m making decisions based on how I feel about her and I guess she doesn’t want me to. Or…I don’t know. I mean she likes me. I know she does and she’s said as much but then when it came to my staying here for spring break or the idea that I was going against the rules being with her, she was upset.” “You slept with her?” Apparently Molly’s brain had shut down after that first statement. “Molly! Focus.” “Fine, fine. She probably feels guilty that you could endanger your career for her. She probably also feels guilty you’re staying here rather than coming with us to San Francisco. I mean, put yourself in her position.” “I’m doing this for her!” “And that can leave anyone feeling guilty. You’re sacrificing for her. That’s great, that’s noble, I get it but maybe she doesn’t quite think she deserves that. Does she know you love her?” “I didn’t say I love her.” He said it defensively. Molly gave him her cocked head annoyed expression. “And you don’t?” He sighed. “I do.” He sounded damn near pissed off about the admission. “If she doesn’t know that, then it’s really no wonder she doesn’t quite understand your motive. It’s no wonder she feels guilty. I’d feel the same way in her position. If you love her and you’re willing to take risks for her and compromise certain things for her, then she needs to understand why you’re making those decisions for her.” “Shut up.” He rolled his eyes as he turned onto his back and stared at Molly’s ceiling. The boys came in, jumped on the bed and started singing “I Left My Heart in San Francisco.” They’d been tormented by Molly and Dillon with this particular song on every last car trip they’d taken to San Francisco and they were finally old enough to turn the tables. They had nothing on Tony Bennett and as they wailed the tune in their best vibrato, Molly and Dillon laughed and Dillon socked Seth in the face with Molly’s pillow. It was hard to rationalize not going with them when Katrina couldn’t even seem to understand his need to be close to her. But the moment he let his mind wander to the ugly things that could potentially happen to her, there was just no choice. He couldn’t physically force himself to put that much distance between them. He’d go insane if he couldn’t be close. Dillon walked them out to the car on his way out and gave Seth a quick hug. “Hey, Dad, take care of my teacher. I’m actually getting a good grade in her class.” Dillon let out a strained laugh at Seth’s words and then said nothing. There was nothing he could say but Seth’s somewhat serious expression said plenty. He was worried. “I’ll see you in a week and a half. Say hi to Grandma and Grandpa for me.” He watched them pull away before walking to his own house and flopping down in front of the TV. He wanted to call her but he was so fucking confused about what to think. Molly was right. She’d put him on the spot and expected him to explain just why he was making the decisions he was making in regard to her and he’d failed to deliver. He’d told her he cared about her. He’d just made love to the woman he’d fallen in love with and the most he’d been willing to say was he cared. Then he got pissed at her for putting him on the spot and not simply accepting that she was worth all that. She was but he’d not convinced her of it or even gone so far as to try. He’d simply walked away from her. He cooked a frozen pizza and chugged a beer. He was working up the nerve to call her and apologize but he didn’t get the chance to prepare. When there was a knock on his door he knew it was her before he even answered. His heart started racing, his cock started dancing and his mind started spinning. He couldn’t fuck this up again. “Hi.” “Hi.” Then they just stared at each other. She nibbled on her lip while he gripped the doorframe. He stood back but said nothing. When she passed him, her eyes flashed sideways. He reached for her arm and stilled her. Her chest heaved and she couldn’t seem to look at him. She was as nervous as he was but the moment he closed the door behind her, he kissed her. She was stunned for half a second until her body melted into his, her arms wrapped around him and her tongue pushed gently past his lips. He moaned at the feel of her tongue in his mouth and his hands gripped and dug into the sides of her waist. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked away like that.” He was talking between kisses. “No. I shouldn’t have questioned you. I need you. I need you here.” Her fingernails curled against his skin under the back of his shirt and he pushed her toward the stairs. “I like it the first way you said it.” “I need you.” “I need you too.” He was pushing her body back and she’d taken the first step upstairs. He couldn’t stop kissing her and her mouth was just as eager. The first step up put her just below his eye level and he stripped her shirt off over her head quickly before he attacked her lips again. She was already pushing his t-shirt up over his head too and she dropped it to the floor behind him as he pushed her up another step. She was wearing a pair of yoga capris and he peeled them down her hips, leaving her underwear in place. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want her out of those as well but he wasn’t in any hurry. He pushed her up another step once her pants were around her ankles and he removed her slip-on hiking shoes from her feet as she stepped out of her pants and moved up another step. He unclasped her bra and pulled it from her arms. He dropped his mouth to her uninjured breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth as she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. “Sit.” He spoke with her skin in his mouth but he released his hold on her nipple as she sank down to sit on the step two levels up from her. He’d gotten her halfway up the stairs already and he intended to keep her here for a while. Her underwear was sheer and white and he could see everything under the fabric easily. He slipped his middle finger under the leg opening and ran the back of his finger down over her sex. She whimpered and he met her gaze, daring her to hold his eyes. Her brow flinched and her lips parted as she quietly panted but she didn’t look away. When he slipped his finger between the lips of her sex, he felt the silken moisture of her arousal coating his finger and she cried out at the first contact he made with her clit. She whimpered when he abruptly pulled away and stood. He stood below her on the steps and as he reached for the waist of his jeans, he let his gaze travel every inch of her. She was seated with her legs open but as his eyes invaded her, she started to close her legs. “Don’t you dare.” He uttered it as his fingers deftly undid his jeans and slid the zipper down. She paused, met his gaze for a moment and then dropped her knees out wide again. She studied his hands as he slid his jeans and underwear down his legs and then stepped out of them, abandoning them on the step below him. When he was undressed in front of her, she zoned in on his cock and he stepped up between her legs as she reached for his erection. She leaned forward and he held his breath as he watched her lips part to take him in her mouth. He wanted to watch every last move she made but his eyes fluttered closed as the warm heat of her mouth enveloped him. The deep groan coming from his throat was out of his control and the slow thrusting of his hips was manipulated completely by the sucking of her mouth. She pulled him, taking him as far as she could before releasing him. He watched when she licked around the throbbing and engorged head of his cock. She licked away the precum as it appeared and then kissed gently down the length of his erection. She pushed her hips forward on the step to sink her body lower and she gripped his buttocks, pulling and holding him tight to her as she sucked first one testicle and then the other. She cupped them, licked them, taunted them until his dick was ready to beg for more attention. But she seemed to sense his threshold and just as soon as he thought he couldn’t take any more of her exquisite torture, her palm squeezed around the shaft of his cock and her mouth slowly made its way back up to the head. Her eyes peered up to him. “Lie back.” She let the cock head fall from her lips as she leaned back against the steps behind and above her. He climbed up her body, planting a knee on the step that supported her back. His other foot was on the other side of her body on the same step and as he used his hand to guide himself to her mouth, her hands reached up and gripped his bottom. He humped her mouth with a slow and even stroke, supporting his body with a hand on the stair above her head and the other hand gripping the spindle beside them. He thrust, watching his dick sink into her mouth as he kept his eyes trained between their bodies. He was already dreaming of tasting her pussy. Every time he remembered that sweet flavor she had his balls tightened and his cock pulsed. He was moaning. He was trying to stop but he couldn’t. When he started saying her name over and over, it was in a desperate attempt to get her to stop because he was beyond ending this. He wanted to come in her mouth so bad he had visions of it in his mind, but as the sound of her name rolling off his tongue became more desperate, her eyes flashed to his and she stilled. He stayed panting over her body as she released him from her mouth and when he could move again he slowly descended back down along her body and kneeled between her legs. Her lips were glistening and they were parted as she waited for his touch. He pulled the fabric between her legs to the side and just stared. Her legs were wide open and she was wet. He used his other hand to stroke one very gentle glide from her clit to her entry. She shuddered and when he reached her opening, he pressed his middle finger slowly into her as her muscles contracted around him. He pushed all the way to his knuckle and when he withdrew he pushed in again with his index finger alongside his middle. He pushed as far as he could and then curled his fingers as his knuckles grinded against the soft wet skin surrounding her sex. She cried out and he continued the back-and-forth movement. When he started thrusting in and out as he twisted, her cries turned loud and she gripped the edge of the stair at either hip. Her pussy was clenched and tightened around his fingers and she pushed her hips down toward him. When he leaned his mouth to her clit and sucked it harshly between his lips, her hips bucked and she swore. She instantly looked embarrassed but as he sucked her harder she got over it. She started pushing and grinding against his mouth as her hips moved and writhed against him. He watched her fall apart and she was moaning his name when she came, gripping his hair with her fingers. She collapsed back on to the stairs with her legs splayed wide—one braced against a spindle and the other bent and dropped open. She was breathing deeply as he moved up, letting his dick tease the wet lips of her sex. She instantly tried to move her hips to line up with the head of his cock but he stilled her hips with a firm hand to her belly that held her in place. He licked her lips, waiting for her mouth to open and when it did he slipped his tongue in. He wanted her to taste what he enjoyed so much and he explored her mouth for a while as her hips wriggled. It was useless with his palm holding her in place and when she became Chapter Twenty frustrated enough she spoke. “Please.” There was little more needed than that. “Turn around.” She was nervous as hell now. Who wouldn’t be? If the bright daylight sun filling the house weren’t enough, the large hanging light that lit up the open entryway was enough to make anyone blush. She nodded and he released the pressure on her tummy as she pulled herself up, turned around and climbed up a stair. She was on her knees but her legs were closed and she was upright. She knew that wasn’t going to get her anywhere but she was terrified to move. “Bend over and spread your legs.” Could she do this? Here, now, with this gorgeous man watching her? As he watched from his place below her body, she opened her legs to his view and bent over the stair in front of her and he inhaled a deep breath and hummed his satisfaction. She could feel her legs trembling and he climbed up behind her and held her waist in his strong hands. He shushed her as she shook and then he dropped a hand to his dick and used it to prod and nudge at her sex. Katrina was touching herself again, waiting to feel that incredible sensation she liked so much. But what she didn’t expect was to be called out on it. “Why do you like to touch?” He was leaning over her body, speaking in her ear. His free hand was on the top landing, gripping the edge as he pushed so slow into her body it was torturing her. “I don’t know.” She grunted quietly as she spoke and he nudged slightly deeper. “Yes you do. Tell me.” His breath was warm against her earlobe and she shuddered. “I like to feel it.” He wanted honesty? He was getting it. She was powerless to deny him. “You need your fingers to feel this?” He thrust deep and hard to her core in one smooth invasive move that left her groaning. “No! I like the way our skin feels.” She was whimpering as she said it. “My skin? Yours?” He was moving his hips with every word he spoke and she was falling apart with every movement. “Yes!” She cried it out this time. He was deep, painfully deep inside her. “What does your pussy feel like?” He stayed still inside her body. He was refusing to move until she talked. “Soft.” “Definitely.” “Wet.” He could tell she was trying not to pant as she spoke now. “Most definitely. What do I feel like?” “Hard. But smooth.” He ground into her. “So fucking hard.” “You like to feel it go in, don’t you?” He pulled gently from her entirely, leaving her empty and trembling. She seemed to be barely holding it together when she spoke again. “Yes.” “What do you like the most?” He held perfectly still for a moment before inching past her entry slowly. “Do you like to feel my cock head push past your pussy lips?” She felt the pop as he inched forward with a quiet moan and she cried out. “Or do you like the long stroke of my shaft as I push deep into you?” He moved equally slow as he pushed toward her center and she moaned at the tormenting pleasure. “Or do you like that last impossible inch of depth as I push farther than I have any business going?” He practically nudged her guts as he sank deep, grinding his hips between her legs. He moaned through gritted teeth. “Yes.” Her body was shaking and her insides were clenching tight around him as she spoke. “You’re going to have to share that experience with me next time. Right now I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and you better brace yourself or you’re going to get thrown into the step in front of you.” He started pumping into her body, thrusting and retreating harshly as she gripped a spindle in one hand and the step at her shoulder in another. She didn’t need her fingers to feel the swift and deep penetrations. He scorched her channel with every stroke, doing his best to bring her close to orgasm before pulling her back from the brink over and over and over. He was pounding so hard he was nearly lifting her knees to the step above her. When he wrapped his arms around her waist, it was to lift her body up the last couple steps and sink into her as he planted her on the landing. Her chest was to the floor and she looked back to his foot braced against the last spindle as he pistoned into her from behind at a violent pace. She’d thought he was deep the first time they’d made love. But this time he was so deep it felt as if he were crawling inside her body to consume her from the inside out. She was damn aroused, she was still dripping with need and his every swift and powerful invasion sent her just that much closer to losing control. “Oh fuck, Kat!” She moved her fingers back down between her legs and let them touch his length as he passed into her body over and over and over again and when she finally fell apart he did too. He held still and deep as he came and she trembled and whimpered as her knees threatened to give out. She eventually crumpled to the floor as he did too. Lying on the man’s upstairs hallway floor wasn’t exactly how she saw this thing playing out when she knocked on his door nervously but who the hell was she to complain? She was panting like a dog and his chest rose and fell against the side of her body as he relaxed. “And here I thought I needed to take a run later.” She smiled at his humor and he pulled her body so she was lying on her back. He looked down at her, smiling gently as he met her eyes. His gaze ran over her body, stopping at her mangled breast. His brow flinched but he kept going. His fingers ran over her stomach and then moved lower to cup her between her legs. Fuck, she was sore. That was apparently just the name of the game with him but he’d hear no complaints from her. She’d never had such amazing orgasms as she had with him. He was generous with the pleasure he doled out and she was enjoying being the center of his attention after months of pathetically lukewarm sex with Jason. This man knew what he was doing. He stood, offering her a hand and he led her away to his bedroom and into the master bath. She’d not had a chance to comment on his home but she loved it. It was incredibly comfortable and masculine in a warm, safe sort of way. She loved the earthiness of it. The warm colors, the straight, authentic lines of his furniture. She’d barely caught a glimpse of everything there was to see but she loved it. It felt like him. He started the bath and returned to where he’d left her standing by the sink. “Stay tonight.” She nodded. “Stay all week.” She said nothing for a moment but then met his expectant and demanding expression. She nodded again and he leaned to her mouth. Lunatics aside, this might be one hell of a good week. Chapter Twenty She helped him with breakfast the next morning and when her cell phone started ringing she snatched it up quickly. He knew instantly it was Smith or Terrell just by the way her eyes moved to his quickly. “No, I didn’t stay at Imogen’s last night and I won’t be there much this week.” She listened as she chewed on the inside of her lip and fidgeted. “Just with a friend. I’d rather not say but I’m safe.” More silence as she shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sorry but I’m not going to tell you.” Her eyes met his as he poured her a cup of coffee. “I’ll make sure to call you whenever I’m going to Imogen’s house but I’m sorry, I don’t owe you any other explanation than that. No, you…” She was struggling to maintain control of this conversation and he wanted to reach through the phone and bitch-slap whoever the hell was talking to her. “I said no. I’m not… No! Shut up and listen to me.” Apparently she wasn’t losing control of this one at all. “My life has been in danger for the past month. I’m as safe where I’m at as I could be anywhere. This is my damn life and quite frankly when this fucktard finally kills me—” Fucktard? “it’ll be my death too, so you can just kiss off unless you have something constructive to say!” And then she hung up on him, taking a deep steadying breath before she looked back to Dillon, whose mouth was no doubt hanging open. “Umm…coffee?” He held out a cup to her and she offered a weak, apologetic smile. “Sorry. That was wrong, wasn’t it?” “It was …interesting. And what is a fucktard exactly?” Now her cheeks turned pink and she shook her head. “I’m not actually sure. I hear these words at school and I’m not always sure what they mean but it seemed appropriate for some reason.” He couldn’t stop smiling at her. He made them toast and joined her at the dining room table and he just watched her. He had no idea if this woman could love him. He knew he loved her and he knew the idea she was in danger was painful in a way he’d never experienced before with a witness. It wasn’t pleasant knowing all the ways she could be hurt, destroyed and taken from him. He understood the threat too well to ignore it and he was prepared to lose everything to protect her from it. He’d worked hard for his career but if forced to choose between her and his career, there was no real question anymore how he would side. He’d choose her hands down and never look back so long as he could keep her safe while doing it. “Kat, would you take a self-defense class?” She looked up from her bite of toast and nodded. “So long as you understand I can trip over my feet walking on flat ground barefoot.” “And yet you managed to stay on your feet while I fucked you up an entire flight of stairs yesterday. I’d say you’re a bit more coordinated than you give yourself credit for.” He smirked as her cheeks turned pink. When the color in her cheeks died down, she looked out the window for a moment and then back to him. “You should use me as bait, then pounce on the bad guy when he comes after me.” She looked half serious which made him want to punish her for being so naïve. “You realize I’m already mad at you for driving yourself to class, right? Now you’re really pushing it. Shit like that only works in the movies when everybody gets to go home safe and alive at the end of the day. And if I’m not making myself clear enough, that was a hell no.” “Fine, party pooper. Just an idea.” “Self-defense, mace, that’s perhaps a better plan of action for you. And one that won’t give me a coronary. I know an officer who teaches a class and we’ll see about getting you in it but I’ll get you started today and go over a few things with you.” “So, self-defense is on the agenda for the day?” “Unless you have somewhere more important to be.” He smirked and she shook her head. “How about you make love to me first? Then, I’ll do whatever self-defense mumbo-jumbo you want me to.” “Deal. Now get your ass upstairs to bed.” * * * * * She was quite sore—not to mention exhausted—by the time he’d finished with her. It was also late in the afternoon by the time they even felt like leaving the bedroom. Not that he was so insanely virile that he could fuck for hours on end but it was just an incredible day spent watching TV in bed, making love a couple of times, countless rounds of some type of foreplay and then finally a long hot shower. He plucked the butterfly bandages from her breast as she stood under the hot jets of water. He was careful and he gently traced the straight lines of already-healing cuts. However awful and disturbing the crisscross pattern looked, the cuts were actually very shallow and she could already see pink scar tissue filling in. “I think I’m going to buy you a new dildo. Either that or I’m going to have to steal yours from evidence.” He was murmuring against her ear. “I’d prefer a new one. Who knows what that wackjob did with mine. And why might I ask are you wanting to buy me a new one?” “I’ve been having incredible fantasies about watching you fuck yourself. Sorry, but it’s true. I would absolutely love to watch you.” Her entire body was prickling with a sudden flush of need. “So long as you buy me a new vibrator too then, or fetch mine from my house. It was never much fun without that.” She should probably be shutting up right about now but then she wouldn’t be very Katrina if she controlled her mouth. “Odd Mr. Lunatic didn’t manage to get his hands on that too. Maybe I’ll just break into your house for it.” She was laughing as his hands ran over her skin. It might well be a quirky conversation but she was aroused…again. Seemed to be a constant thing today. “Well he wouldn’t necessarily have found them both because I didn’t keep them together. The vibrator’s in my underwear drawer and the now sadly inadequate fake penis was in the bathroom. Penises belong in bathrooms, vibrators belong in bedrooms. Everybody knows that.” She was full of shit but the abrupt end to laughter stopped her dead in her tracks and she pulled back to look at him. “Wait. Not the nightstand. You have a nightstand, but you kept it in the bathroom?” She failed to see his interest but she nodded. “Where?” “Under the sink in a little drawer unit that I use for storage. Why?” “Fuck. Sweetie, your house wasn’t ransacked.” “Okay? I don’t understand.” Her arousal was fading but her interest was certainly piqued. “We made the mistake of assuming you kept it in your nightstand or somewhere easy to find. It would be one thing for a person to break in, open a nightstand drawer and find condoms, sex toys, lube, you name it. It would almost be expected. If not there, a dresser drawer perhaps. I’d expect the man to find your sex toys someplace that is easy to speculate where to find or even somewhere he’d seen you put it when he spied on you.” “And?” “If he found it in your bathroom in the sink cupboard within a storage drawer and he did all that without ransacking your house, then he knew where the hell to look.” Her skin suddenly felt like it was crawling with maggots and bile was suddenly churning in her throat. “Well maybe he saw me when he was spying on me.” “And if a person could see your bathroom from any exterior window of your home that might be possible. Your bathroom is in the hallway halfway down the hall. It has no window and it’s not visible from any exterior windows. Who knew it was there?” “Umm, no one. I mean…” She shook her head in disbelief. “Did Jason know where you kept it?” She could tell he was trying to keep the accusation from his voice but it was there and when her eyes found his, his jaw was tight and his expression was harsh. “Yes. But it wasn’t Jason. Jason may have blue eyes but I heard this man’s voice. It isn’t Jason.” Given the sarcastic angry expression on his face, he didn’t have much appreciation for her opinion on the matter. “Yeah? Well you dated the asshole for months without realizing what a dick he was so I’m not sure I have much faith in your judgment.” He was pissed and as he turned from her and stalked out of the shower without another word she stomped after him. “Well he knew where my vibrator was too. If he’s Mr. Psycho, why didn’t he get that out too? Double whammy of Katrina humiliation, huh?” She was getting more pissed by the second. Dillon was standing dripping wet and naked in front of her and he just glared at her. “Get back in the shower.” “No!” He rolled his eyes but it was without a shred of humor. “You haven’t even rinsed your hair.” Suds dropped from the top of her head to the tile floor as if on cue and he walked from the room, slamming the door. She finished her shower, staying there for a long time just staring at the tile walls surrounding her. She was trying to calm down. She didn’t want to fight with Dillon. He’d made a valid point and it was as much a clue as any they’d found and here she was overreacting. But what the fuck! If she was overreacting he was doing a damn fine job of overreacting too. When she finally stepped from the enclosure, she sucked in a quick breath. He was standing up against the counter with his arms folded and his ankles crossed. He was still just as naked as he’d been before but his expression had softened marginally. “This is why I can’t be a detective on your case. I’m at big risk of killing potential suspects because they’ve fucked you and happen to be complete assholes.” He stared at her feet for a moment. “Nice loss of perspective, huh? I hate that you’ve slept with that man. I hate that he knows you intimately and he knows things about your life that I don’t—even stupid shit like where you keep your fucking sex toys.” He shook his head. He was irritated with himself and her irritation was dissipating. He led her back to bed and crawled in next to her. So much for self- defense. He held her for the rest of the night. They talked. He seemed intent on asking her everything under the sun about herself—her family, her history, her life. She couldn’t complain. She wanted him to know and she spent just as much time delving into his own past. She was envious of his relationship with his family. It was obvious they meant the world to him and she missed it now that her dad was gone but she loved that he understood the importance. She didn’t like hearing about his past relationships, shallow as they appeared to be, any more than he liked to hear about Jason. She understood. He belonged to her in some sense and she really hoped he understood that she belonged to him if he’d have her too. They fell asleep and when he woke her in the middle of the night it was with his fingers exploring her body. He touched and caressed every inch of her. He pushed slowly into her, first one finger then a second. When he added a third, she groaned at the intensity. It wasn’t as intense as making love but it was close enough to leave her trying to relax her muscles around him. He stroked the pad of his thumb over her clit and she started writhing as he leaned over her body. When he stopped suddenly, she almost sobbed. “That man will never touch you again, do you understand?” He wasn’t angry but the adamancy was undeniable. “I made that decision a long time ago. I promise.” He stroked her clit and she crumbled in his arms, gasping as her orgasm overcame her. She dug her nails into his upper arm as her insides gripped his fingers. She was repeating his name against his neck like a damn broken record but he hummed against her skin in contentment. “I have to tell Smith and Terrell.” He spoke into the darkness as she lay panting beside him. “They need to know they should be looking for someone who had access to your home before the break-in. They need to start looking at repairmen and anyone else who could know your personal habits. Stephens and I ran down as many of the workmen as we could from the contractor information you gave us but I think they need to dig deeper. We hit some dead ends due to turnover, layoffs and poorly kept employment records but there’s gotta be something there.” “But if you tell Smith and Terrell…” “I’m going to tell Smith and Terrell.” “Dillon…” He shushed her quickly and pulled her into his arms. She didn’t need to see his face to see the concern. There was a weight sitting on his conscience at the moment and he couldn’t hide that from her. Chapter Twenty-One Dillon had no idea why he was so enraged by her past with Jason and he watched her sleeping beside him trying to figure it out. Dillon wasn’t the jealous type—never had been. But when it came to her he was all sorts of jealous. He wanted to know he meant something to her and he couldn’t stand to think he was just another Jason to her. It was probably his own doing. He’d kept his relationships casual since Shannon had died and Katrina was the first one since her he wanted to keep permanently. Yet he had this incredible fear she saw him in the way he usually saw his women. She didn’t really seem built for such casualness but it didn’t stop him from fearing it. He didn’t want to be to her what he’d made every relationship he’d had before her into be. She was so beautiful. Her light-brown hair was long and straight and her lips had that full poutiness. He caught himself licking his own lips just at the sight of hers. Her face muscles twitched occasionally as she dreamed and when she moaned quietly he ran his hand down her shoulder and kissed her forehead. When he pulled back he could see her open eyes glistening in the moonlight. “I care about you too. I’m sorry I didn’t say it the other morning.” He stared at her, trying to get his throat to swallow, trying to breathe, trying to get his tongue out of the way so he could respond. When she sat up, shaking her head and turning from him, he knew he’d fucked up. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling himself up to sit behind her. “Stop. Don’t you even think of running away from me.” He pulled her hair over her shoulder so he could kiss her neck and he sucked gentle kisses along her neckline. She dropped her head to the side and he nuzzled up under her ear. He still wasn’t saying what he needed to say but then she wasn’t saying what he needed her to say either. He pulled her back down to bed and she curled into his arms. They stayed there until the next morning. He really did want to show her some self-defense moves but every time he mentioned it to her that day or brought it up, they somehow ended up in bed or curled up together on the couch. It was Sunday after all and they weren’t ready to deal with real life, real threat, real anything. His home felt safe to him—it always had—and having her in it not only felt right and comfortable, it felt safe. “I have to go feed Kitty and get some clothes.” He said nothing as she looked at him, waiting for a response. If he said no, he had no doubt she’d tell him to fuck off. Perhaps she’d say it nicer than she said it to Smith and Terrell but she had no problem standing up to pretty much anyone and she wasn’t going to neglect her cat for her own safety. “I’m guessing they’re not sitting on Imogen’s house as much as they would if you were staying there, so you need to make sure they know when you’re going to be there. They’ll likely have an officer meet you there, and if they don’t I want to know because you shouldn’t be there alone. I think you should just bring your cat with you.” Now he was expecting an argument and he got it. “Kitty is over twenty years old. You don’t just tote around geriatric cats from one place to another for a few days. She’s not a dog. You just can’t…” “You could just stay.” He said it casually but inside he was freaking the hell out. What the hell had he just proposed? He stood and walked from the room without giving her a chance to respond. He flopped down on the couch and turned the TV on. It didn’t take her long to find him and he muted the TV as she sat next to him. He was lounged back on the sectional and he let his hand trail up under the bottom of her shirt as he studied her eyes. Feeling so desperate for a woman wasn’t something he was used to. It put her in an odd state of control over him he didn’t usually—ever—give up so easily. “I’m not sure what you’re saying.” “Yes you are. But you’re right. It was a stupid idea. Forget I said it.” She looked hurt for a moment but he was hurt that she was surprised he’d asked. Again, what wasn’t being said was fucking everything up but it just wasn’t the time. Her life was in danger, their relationship was moving far faster than it had any business going at the moment—hell, his own son wasn’t even fully aware of what was happening. None of the things that needed to happen for them to move forward had happened and until her life was secure there was little point. Not that he was willing to lose her, not that he intended to but, fuck it, was hard to figure out how to move past this until she was safe. Maslow was one smart-ass shrink who’d nailed it. They were just stuck on a rung of a ladder, unable to take the next step up. Her lips were slightly parted and her expression was weary and confused, all the things he didn’t want her to feel but since his words just seemed to complicate things he let his lips fix it. He took her mouth gently. He tasted her and held her lips to his with a firm hand on her cheek. He could absolutely see a life with her. She might be younger than he but she was mature, smart, a bit bold when she wanted to be. He could see her home here with he and Seth and he knew his son well enough, even at thirteen, to know he could handle this. They could be a family together. Family . That damn thing she lost a few years ago and he wanted to give her. He had no idea if she wanted children of her own but he wouldn’t balk at the idea of giving her that too. He was young enough at thirty-five and she’d make an outstanding parent. There was no doubt of it. Seth would also make an incredible older brother. He was planning their damn lives out together as she sat nervously by his side. His hand was still under the bottom of her shirt but his fingers had stilled the moment the conversation got strained. “I have to go to the precinct for a while. Don’t forget to call Smith and Terrell before you leave. I’ll leave you a key on the table before I hop in the shower.” He stood as her eyes followed him from the room. When he’d finished showering and dressing she was already gone. He’d worry until he saw her again but he wasn’t lying when he’d said he needed to go to the precinct. He called Stephens, bracing himself for a shitstorm of irritation and minutes later, he was out the door. * * * * * She ended up doing two loads of laundry while she was at Imogen’s. She spent the rest of her time snuggling with Kitty on the couch while she waited for the buzzer. The day was warm and the sun lit up the great room of Imogen’s home. Katrina dozed as Kitty purred and by the time her laundry was folded and she had a few outfits, clean underwear and a toothbrush crammed in a bag, the sun was just starting to set. She decided to call Imogen, knowing where the conversation was going to go even before she dialed but Imogen was her best friend and she needed to talk. “You slept with him!” She was practically squealing into the phone. “Yeah well I don’t know if it will happen again. I just keep screwing this up. I literally can never say the right thing and I’m not even sure what the right thing to say is!” “Did you ever think honesty might be the way to go?” “No, don’t be ridiculous.” “Do you love him?” “Oh come on, Imogen. I don’t want to answer that question.” “Why not?” “Because…I can’t possibly know how he feels about me and I don’t want to love someone who doesn’t feel the same for me as I do for him. That would destroy me.” “What makes you so sure he doesn’t love you too?” “It’s been little over a month. The circumstances surrounding our relationship are just…well it’s just chaos. What if what I’m feeling is the result of this adrenaline, this life upheaval that I’m experiencing?” “You can’t possibly believe that. I know you better than that. Mum and Dad asked me to tell you hi and that they’re thinking of you. They’re also pissed I didn’t bring you with me. You know how much they love you after that time you picked me up in college.” “Imogen, I bailed you out of jail.” “The charges were dismissed, duh. So it’s not like I was really arrested.” “The UK justice system isn’t so different from ours, Imogen. You were arrested. I promise you. Listen, I’ll talk to you soon. I miss you.” “Miss you too, Trink. Be careful.” Moments later there was a knock on her door and she spoke with the officer who’d met her at the gate when she’d arrived. He’d inspected the interior of the house and then patrolled the property while another patrol officer circled the block. She was starting to feel like a drain on the Seattle taxpayers but she was grateful. When she returned inside, her phone rang again. Apparently her lazy afternoon was over. It was Dillon. “Can we have dinner downtown?” She said nothing for a moment. She was actually just relieved he didn’t seem upset with her. “Kat? Are you okay?” “Yes. Yeah, sorry. Of course we can.” He gave her the address and told her which parking garage to park in. So apparently not all parking garages were a no-no. And once she was there she found a space easily. It was Sunday evening and the garage was deserted but it didn’t stop the gears from turning in her head. She started panicking the moment she turned off her car. The concrete walls and low ceilings suddenly seemed so claustrophobic and she couldn’t seem to open her door. But instead of letting her imagination get away from her she dialed him. “I’m here. But shit. I’m sorry. I’m just afraid to even get out of the car.” She felt ridiculous as she said the words. “What level are you on? I’ll come to you.” He pulled in next to her less than a minute later and as she finally unlocked her door and opened it he was there beside her, pulling her up into a tight embrace. “You’re okay, baby.” He murmured against her ear as she inhaled a lurching breath. Yes she was. So long as he was there she’d be just fine. He grabbed her bag from the front seat of her car and tossed it in the backseat of his as she watched him curiously. “We’re leaving your car here. Being all covert-like.” He smirked and she shook her head. “And what happens when I need a car?” She was challenging him. “Well, we’ll just get yours if we need to. Otherwise you can take a cab if you have to or I can take you where you need to go. Neither of us have to work this week, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.” “You know leaving my car in this garage for a few days is going to cost me a pretty penny.” “You’re a teacher. You make plenty of money.” She snorted at that one. “I’m paying for dinner to make up for it and you might just have to let me pay to bust your car out of here too.” He took her hand, pulling her toward the elevator. The restaurant was quiet, quaint and perfect. It was Italian—you could never go wrong with Italian in Katrina’s opinion. He sat across from her, watching her. He seemed to enjoy looking at her and frankly, she found it sexy as hell when he studied her so seriously. He was obviously not upset about earlier and she certainly wasn’t either. “How’s Kitty?” “Alive. That’s about the most I can say about the old bat at this point.” He smiled. “And an officer met you there?” “Yes. Searched the house, patrolled the property. No sign of any activity there from what he said.” “Good.” “Why did you go to the precinct today?” She was afraid she already knew the answer to that question but she asked anyway. The overlong pause that met her question made it clear she was right on the money. “I called Stephens and asked him to meet me there. I wanted to talk to him about our conversation and the possibility the perp had been inside your home before the break-in.” She just nodded as he talked. “I gave him the watered-down version of our conversation. I left out the fact we were in the shower and a good portion of what I said to you leading up to our conversation. I admitted I’d talked to you, which was bad enough given his reaction and I filled him in on why I thought this perp has had access to your home before.” “You talked to Stephens about my dildo?” “Everyone knows you have a dildo at this point, sweetie.” “It’s humiliating.” “I personally find it sexy as hell. I’m sorry you find it humiliating.” He was smirking and as the waitress suddenly arrived with their food he didn’t even bother looking up to her as she set their plates down. He was back to studying her. “So what did Stephens say?” She spoke around a mouth full of eggplant parmesan. “He called me a dumb fucking idiot, then he agreed with me. Smith and Terrell were there and I let Stephens do the talking. He didn’t mention when I spoke to you about it. He only filled them in on the conversation and when they asked when we’d spoken, he sidestepped the question and I left before it could go any further. Doesn’t much matter and they know that. So long as they move their investigation down that path and follow up further on the contractor leads like they should, it’s none of their business.” “You really think it could be one of the contractors?” “There are an incredible number of scenarios to consider but they’re right to delve into it further. I don’t want to talk more specifically about it than that with you but I can guarantee you Smith and Terrell will. You need to be honest, you need to be open, you need to try really hard to remember the details they ask for. Your cooperation is a huge asset to them and it needs to stay that way.” She nodded. He was putting a kibosh on the topic but she understood. Having this conversation with him now would make it redundant later. Best to just deal with the detectives who could use the information she gave them and not put details in Dillon’s hands that would leave him in the position of having to pass clues along to them. Scary how much she was starting to understand this conflict from his point of view. “What if you just like me because of all of this?” Her mouth was feeling far too comfortable. It must be the Italian. “This?” He mocked with a forkful of chicken saltimbocca halfway to his mouth. “This case. The anxiety, the adrenaline, the constant state of craziness.” “First of all I deal with this type of stress all the time. Second of all it doesn’t explain why I wanted to fuck you until you’d stop berating me at parent-teacher conferences.” He chuckled warmly, still holding his fork midair. “So it really has nothing to do with all of this?” “If some adrenaline-fueled lust is why you are here with me, then we need to talk. This is the biggest interruption to what I want to be doing with you.” His face was suddenly quite serious. “Which is what?” “Getting to know you better. Figuring you out, I suppose. Making you fall in love with me.” His words and his eyes trailed off at this last statement and Katrina’s heart was suddenly pounding. “Do you love me?” She thought it sounded like a logical question in her head but the second she uttered the words she was mortified. Her voice was quiet, she couldn’t swallow and for the life of her, she couldn’t look at his eyes that were suddenly back on her. “Yes.” He sounded as quiet as she did and when the waitress appeared out of nowhere asking how their food was, they just stared at each other, saying nothing—not even to the poor confused waitress standing by patiently. “Yes.” She was whispering again. She’d never whispered so much in her life. “I’m sorry, ma’am, ‘yes’? I asked how the eggplant was?” “No, I mean, yes. I mean yes to him and the eggplant. It’s good too but, uh…” Shit, she was losing it but Dillon was smiling. He was amused and his hand found hers on the tabletop, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s nothing. She’s in love with me, that’s all. The food’s delicious too.” The waitress gave them an odd nod before leaving. They didn’t see much of her after that but then they weren’t paying much attention to anyone but each other. * * * * * His admission had shocked the hell out of him about as much as it seemed to shock her. When she told him she loved him too, well that took shock to a whole new level. Then to top it off, she climbed into his lap the moment he’d turned his Tahoe off and hit the garage door opener, closing it. Shock number three and while the first two melted his heart, this one sent a different kind of heat through his body. She was undoing the buttons of his shirt while he attacked her mouth. She parted the fabric of his shirt with a ravenous jerk and her mouth moved down to his neck. He was too old for hickeys but he wasn’t going to be stopping her mouth as she sucked on his skin. When she scooted back toward the steering wheel, it was so she could trail her mouth down to his nipple. She nipped gently with her teeth and he groaned. He pulled her shirt over her head and took in her black bra. She had incredible breasts—perky with the softest skin he’d ever felt. He pulled the cups down below her breasts, pushing the perkiness up even more. She had only small partial lines of scabbing at this point from where she’d been cut and most of the cuts were nothing more than thin scars. He ran his fingers across the slightly raised pink lines and she leaned back, watching him. When he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, his fingers kneaded the plump mound of her breast as his mouth worked. He squeezed, careful not to be too rough around the last remaining healing lines and he pulled. He let his front teeth clamp down gently and she moaned as she slid her pelvis back to meet his. She was wearing pants and as his arousal continued to mount and her hips pushed down to his desperately, he stilled her body gently with his hands on her hips. “Why didn’t you wear crotchless pants today?” His voice was husky as he spoke in her ear. “Sorry. What was I thinking?” He smacked her ass playfully and she flinched, pulling her body even closer to his. He kissed her, careful not to let things get too heated again before pulling his mouth from her and shaking his head in mock disapproval. When he pulled the door handle, she dropped her head to his shoulder. “Hang on, sweetie.” He stood with her straddling his hips and her legs gripped him tightly while her arms hugged him. He wasted no time carrying her into the house and planting her on the couch but then his cell phone started ringing. He contemplated letting it ring but her eyebrows shot up when it rang for the third time and he sat up between her legs, snatching it from the coffee table where he’d abandoned it. She lounged back on the couch, watching him. “Your girl’s house is on fire. What do you wanna bet it’s not accidental?” Dillon was silent, fighting to control his reaction to Stephens’ words as Katrina watched him. “Fuck, she’s with you, isn’t she? That’s why you’ve got nothing to say and why Terrell was bitching about her not telling them where she’s been staying.” “I’ll have to talk to you later.” “You stupid fuck.” Katrina’s phone started ringing but she had a hard time pulling her eyes from Dillon to see who was calling. She was suspicious. She was right to be. He couldn’t seem to hide the shock from her. “I’ll call you later.” “Wait.” Stephens snapped at him. Katrina answered her phone as he was waiting for Stephens to say something more and when he saw her face fall, he knew she’d just been given the news. Her eyes instantly filled with tears and she turned her face from him, reaching her hand up to cover her eyes as she started to cry. “I’ll stop by to pick her up. They’ll need to talk to her and I’m guessing it’ll be better if she shows up with me than you. No one thinks I’m fucking her.” Stephens disconnected and Dillon reached for her. “I’m sorry, sweetie. That was Stephens. He just told me.” “Why? Why would someone do this?” She was sobbing as he pulled her into his lap. She sank against him. “I don’t know, sweetie. I’m so sorry. Stephens is going to come pick you up and take you to the precinct. He’ll be here in about fifteen minutes. Can I get you anything?” “No.” And he went back to holding her. There was nothing more he could do for her and it was a helpless feeling. “Will they let me see the house?” She kept shaking her head in disbelief and she couldn’t stop the tears. “Not tonight. Not until SFD and forensics have cleared the scene.” He kept his voice low, soothing. It was the same voice he used when he spoke to pretty much any female witness and he hated the sound of it right now. There was nothing about her that he could allow to be anything like them but she responded to his voice and she snuggled in closer to him, relaxing against his body. This was definitely not how he handled his witnesses. When Stephens knocked on the door she stood and he followed her. Stephens stepped through the door and regarded them both. He glared at Dillon and tried for a sympathetic expression with her. Niceties just weren’t his thing—which was why Dillon was the front man in their team. “You’ll be able to see the house sometime over the next couple days to see if there’s anything salvageable but I wouldn’t expect much.” She nodded but her tears were sitting precariously on her lower lids, just waiting for an excuse to fall again. When Stephens reached a hand out to her shoulder, he spoke. “I’m sorry, Katrina.” Hell, he didn’t even address her formally. Dillon was starting to suspect he knew why his partner was trying to protect him and it was far less to do with him and more to do with her. He liked her. Not the like that would make Dillon want to knock his teeth out—he just liked her, respected her. Her tears started to fall and Stephens pulled his hand back, shaking his head in frustration. It wasn’t frustration at Katrina. It was frustration at this case, at the jeopardy her life was in, the threat that lingered over her head regardless of what they did to try to stop it. He and Stephens were on the same page for once and it was all about protecting Katrina. He likely shouldn’t touch Katrina in front of Stephens but there was no way he could stand idly by while she endured this and when he pulled her into his arms, she didn’t object nor did Stephens. “You have your key?” She nodded as she pulled from him. “I’ll talk to you when you get home. I’m sorry I’m not going with you.” She shook her head. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” She was trying to reassure him. Odd. That was his job. He threw caution to the wind entirely when he leaned to her mouth and kissed her. It was just one gentle sweet kiss, though admittedly finishing it off by telling her he loved her was pushing things. Stephens harrumphed but said nothing. “I love you too.” He watched as Stephens walked her out to his car and he watched as they backed from his driveway. Helplessness was beginning to take over his life and he hated it. Chapter Twenty-Two By the time they reached the precinct it was nearly ten and by the time she waited a couple of hours for Smith and Terrell to arrive back from the scene it was after midnight. They asked her endless questions— the same ones they’d asked her a hundred times before. They gave her status updates on just how destroyed her home was. The fire department took the better portion of the night putting it out and once it was safe, Detectives Smith and Terrell drove her by her home so she could sob until she sank into a stupor. They wouldn’t let her get out and she wasn’t sure she really wanted to. Her neighbors—people who she’d said hi to, waved to, chatted with—all stood around, staring at her still-smoking pile of burned-out house. When they brought her back to the precinct Stephens was still there waiting for her, looking annoyed and perhaps a bit exhausted. It was now the ass crack of dawn and for all the emotion coursing through her like a raging river of confusion, she was still worn out and ready to slip away to something more peaceful than real life. As she sat and waited she tried her damndest to figure out what the hell was going on in her head. She was numb one minute and then in a nanosecond she was livid and wanted to scream. Her rage was short-lived as the memories of the home she’d made for herself started circling in her head. Then her sadness turned to outright terror at just how truly fucked she might be. Relief she was at least alive for the time being crept in after that and then the numbness took over again as she fought to wrap her head around it all. “Can I take Ms. Page home now, boys?” Stephens seemed to be friends with Detective Terrell, given their slightly more personable regard for each other but Detective Smith was another matter. “What? You her escort now, that it?” Stephens chuckled humorlessly. “Fuck no. Ms. Page and I run in the same circles. She’s an educator and I’m just smart as fuck.” Stephens had an odd way of defusing the situation and refusing to give a straight answer. “We’re cerebral types, Ms. Page and I and we ain’t got time for your bullshit. Now can I get her outta here or do you two want to waste more of her time?” They were on the road less than ten minutes later. It was far too early for Katrina’s taste and when she put it in the context of having not even slept yet, it was just far too damn late. Stephens pulled through a Starbucks drive-through, ordering himself a grande dark roast with three extra shots of espresso. Damn. “Whatcha want, Ms. Page?” “Katrina. Please. I expect all my chauffeurs to call me by my first name.” He smiled. She’d never seen him smile before. “I’ll just have a sugar-free vanilla steamer.” “A whater?” Now it was her turn to smile. It was weak, likely unconvincing, but it was a start. The light pink that was brightening the sky by the minute was much-needed medicine to her mood. Kitty was safe. She was too and not a damn bit of what that lunatic had taken away from her had a heartbeat. She was lucky really. She was also homeless. “It’s steamed milk with vanilla flavor. I intend to sleep when I get home, not stay awake for a week straight like you apparently intend to do.” Once they had their drinks in hand, he headed toward Dillon’s house and she stared out at the slowly lightening sky. “Can I ask what your first name is, Detective?” “Marcus. Or Marc.” “Why don’t you and Dillon get along? It’s not just me is it?” “Humph…” She was getting used to his humphs . She seldom had any idea what exactly they meant but she knew they weren’t malicious. Nothing about Stephens was—not that it was easy to tell. “Gettin’ along with people hasn’t always been my strong suit. Don’t mean I don’t like the man. Like him just fine. And frankly I get along with him as good as anyone.” “You’re…helping him with this situation. I guess I was just wondering why.” “By situation I assume you mean the fact you’re fucking him.” “Now is that how us cerebral folk talk?” Another humph. “What you two are doin’ is risky. It’s a good thing he’s not on your case anymore. And not ‘cause I think he’s not a capable detective. He’s one of the best I ever known. We’re good at what we do but he was losing his perspective with you.” She nodded. She understood that much. “Now it’s his career he’s gotta worry about. This case won’t always stand in the way. And he ain’t the first detective to fall for a witness. It happens. But discretion is the name of the game and this fucking perp put your relationship front and center with his photographic talents.” She was being silent listening to him. He wasn’t a man of many words and if he was ready to talk she was going to listen. “Truth of the matter is I get it. He can’t stay away from you. And frankly I’d rather see you living with him than anywhere else but it’s gonna be a risk to his career until this thing is over. The rules about conflict of interest are gray. What is and what isn’t considered a conflict isn’t as cut-and-dry as you might think. He was told to stay away from you and he’s not. Now that don’t mean he’s out a job. What it means is he could be if the chief decides to make a big deal out of it. He could be if your relationship ever becomes an issue in court. It’s just a hell of a lot of could-bes he has hanging over his head.” “You think I should stop seeing him?” It hurt to even consider and she wasn’t sure she could even do it. “No.” And then he pulled over abruptly and turned to her. “No.” He stared at the floor of the car at her feet with a perplexed look on his face. He shook his head subtly and it was a ridiculously long time before he finally looked up to her again. “I like you. I like you with him. You’re good for him. The kind of good that makes this risk worth it. You asked why I was stepping in and helping to take some of the heat off him. That’s your answer.” He put the car back in drive but before he pulled back into traffic he turned to her once more. “You can keep that bit of information to yourself. Don’t need him thinkin’ I’ve gone all mushy and shit.” “You got it, Detective Stephens.” She threw him an exaggerated wink and clicked her tongue in her cheek for effect. “It’s Marc.” He walked her to the door when they got back to Dillon’s and Dillon met them. He looked as exhausted as she felt and he was still dressed from the night before. He thanked Stephens and then he led her up to his bedroom, pulling the curtains closed and crawling in next to her. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow with his arms tightly around her. * * * * * She woke him as she sat bolt upright in bed next him, screaming. He’d had a few nightmares in his day. Seth went through a period of them after Jake and Molly were in a car accident that woke him nearly every night for a month. But this one took the cake. She was shrieking in terror and it quickly turned to sobs as she realized the nightmare was her reality. “You’re okay, baby.” He murmured against her ear as she let him pull her closer. She turned to him, her eyes glistening in the afternoon sunlight that was peeking in around the closed curtains. “He’s going to kill me.” There wasn’t an ounce of inflection in her voice. “No he’s not. That’s not going to happen.” He stroked the skin of her back and she slowly stopped trembling and snuggled into him again. “I’m going to call the officer who teaches the self-defense class I was talking about in a little while. Her class is on Tuesday nights at the Y. I’m going to see if she can either get you in tomorrow or make time for you individually.” “Can’t you just show me?” “We seem to get sidetracked.” He tried to lighten her mood with a smile. “Besides, she has volunteers who wear protective gear so you actually get to practice hands on.” He smirked and she finally smiled. “Because you’re afraid I’m going to hurt you?” “I guarantee if I let you put your knee in my groin, you’ll put me on the ground.” He kissed her. “How about we take a shower, make dinner and I call Selena to see about her class?” She nodded and followed him to the bathroom. They stood under the hot jets and he held her against him, fighting with his body about whether to be aroused or not. It was impossible not to. She was naked, after all, and he worshipped her incredible figure, for another. Flipping the off switch for his dick was just impossible in her presence but she didn’t mind his raging hard-on that was tight between their bodies. When he finally released her and turned to face the shower, she reached around his waist and she pulled herself close to his back. She kissed along his skin as her fingers gently caressed his stomach and down farther to his hips and thighs. She was very intentionally ignoring his erection but he wasn’t. Her hands trailing so gently over his skin was not something his cock could ignore and he stroked his length as her hands moved feather light against his skin. When she finally let one hand work its way to his testicles and the other found his hand gripping his shaft, he groaned. She laced her fingers with his against his dick as her other hand squeezed and worked his balls gently in her palm. They moved their fingers up and down his erection, taunting and torturing his arousal until he was sucking in breaths of air, rapidly nearing his threshold. He came as he braced himself against the shower wall with his free hand. She continued to stroke and palm him as he spasmed and pulsed through his release. She escaped quietly when he was recovering in the shower and he found her downstairs raiding his kitchen shortly thereafter. He discovered quickly that teaching wasn’t her only talent. She was quite an impressive cook and after he let her have her way with his cupboards and fridge, she knocked out an incredible meal of white chili and soda bread. “I want to talk to Seth about what’s going on.” He realized a bit too late he wasn’t taking his own good advice by forgetting the statement should really be a question. “He doesn’t need to know about all this.” “No he doesn’t, but he does. He already knows something is going on with you and he knows I am somehow involved. I’m not suggesting he knows all the details or even most of them but I want to be able to have you close—have you here and not have to make excuses.” He could tell he wasn’t going to like her response even before she opened her mouth to say it. “When he gets back from spring break, I…” She looked nearly nervous. “I don’t think I should stay here. I’m not even sure I should stay with Imogen.” “What are you talking about?” He wasn’t appreciating a damn word of what she was saying. “I think I should stay in a hotel or find an apartment or…” “No!” He didn’t mean to sound angry but he’d be damned if that wasn’t exactly how he sounded. “I’m afraid anyone around me could end up being in danger because of me and I can’t…I can’t be responsible for that. I won’t have Seth in danger because of me, or Imogen for that matter. It’s bad enough I’m here running the risk that he figures out I’m here too, putting you in danger. What happens if he figures out who you are? What if he already knows? He’s already seen you. I’ve already put you and Seth in danger.” “You haven’t put anyone at risk. He has. This is his fault, Kat and you can’t make yourself responsible.” “No but I can sure as hell do what I can to protect the people I care about! It doesn’t really matter whose fault it is. It would kill me if something happened to you or Imogen or God! Seth? No! How could I deal with that?” “You can’t deal with this alone, Katrina!” “I don’t see that I have a choice. I don’t have any other choice I can live with.” “So what does that mean for us?” She stared at him, swallowing harshly over a lump in her throat. He really hadn’t intended on the conversation getting to this point. He wanted her to agree to move in but here she was threatening to pull them apart because of this damn thing. “I don’t know.” She suddenly couldn’t look at him. Their food was forgotten—their rather nice shower before dinner was gone now too. This fucking head case wackjob was going to tear them apart and Dillon wasn’t willing to accept that. When there was suddenly a knock on the door, they both jumped. Stephens strolled in the moment Dillon opened the door for him. “Where’s your girlfriend?” “Dining room. What’s up?” “Well I’m a fucking messenger boy, don’t ya know?” Stephens followed him to the dining room where Katrina was sitting staring out the window. He hated the way things were between them at the moment. It was starting to feel like a habit. They were riding some damn yo-yo thanks to the lunatic who was making it impossible for them to just be a normal couple. Every aspect of this case somehow touched on their relationship and tried to fuck it up. Katrina finally looked up to Stephens. “Don’t you ever sleep, Marc?” Marc? What the fuck is that about? Her voice sounded tired and exasperated. “Nah. Who needs sleep? Tomorrow I’m going to take you over to your house. The fire inspector and forensics are going through the scene today and you’ll be able to see the damage tomorrow. I drove by earlier and I’m warning you it’s a total loss. Smith and Terrell want you to meet them there so I told them I’d bring you.” “You can’t possibly have time to drive me around.” He chuckled quietly as they looked at each other. She looked guilty and he looked oddly sympathetic. Dillon was just jealous. “I have all the time in the world this week. I’m not on rotation until Adler’s back on the clock Sunday night so I’m just following up on loose ends this week.” “And what of Smith and Terrell? You’re taking a risk by shuttling Katrina around.” Dillon knew Stephens had mastered the art of either being rude enough to someone they gave up asking or simply refused to answer questions that would incriminate him but it didn’t mean he wasn’t endangering his own career by being involved. Terrell might be his friend but Smith hardly was and if the chief found out, there’d be questions. Stephens’ dickhead approach would only make things worse with Greenwood. “Katrina and I have already talked about this and you don’t need to worry about it.” Dillon’s eyes flashed to Kat, who was now sheepishly avoiding him. Dillon’s jealousy was ratcheting up with every passing word. What the fuck was Stephens doing talking to Kat instead of him about what was going on? Dillon stood and walked to kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. He stood at the bar separating the kitchen from the dining room and he watched them. Stephens sat at the end of the table and Katrina was beside him. There was something odd about the casual and comfortable way they regarded each other and it left Dillon’s heart racing. “I’m going to have to get to Imogen’s at least a couple times this week to feed and water Kitty. And my car is in a parking garage. Maybe we should just get my car out. Then you wouldn’t have to worry about driving me. I could keep it in Dillon’s garage.” “No.” Dillon snarled from his place at the same time Stephens responded to her. Kat’s gaze caught on his quickly before returning to Stephens. “No, Kat. You need to be seen as little as possible. He’s seen Dillon and that means it’s possible he knows who Dillon is, perhaps even where he lives. It’s also possible he knows about Imogen and where her home is as well. You don’t want to take the risk that he’s watching this house and sees you leaving in your car. It makes it far too easy for him to follow you. He without doubt knows your car too and we don’t want him able to follow you to Imogen’s. Even my driving you comes with risk. There’s no perfect answer. Adler or I could meet you downtown and drive you back from a parking garage. That way he couldn’t easily follow you back here. We don’t want to give him any easy ways to follow you around. It’s just a game to make it as difficult as possible for him to follow you or figure out where you’re at at any given moment.” Dillon’s jaw was clenched tight as he listened. It wasn’t as if Stephens wasn’t saying anything he didn’t already know but he was struggling. He was angry at Kat for diminishing her importance to him. He felt as though she were two seconds from walking out the door because she thought she was a danger to the people around her. He understood that but it also meant she was willing to walk out on him to protect him and he couldn’t stomach that. Her easy regard for Stephens wasn’t helping the situation and Dillon felt like a damn juvenile jealous prick. He was an outsider at the moment and he didn’t like it—not with her. When his cell phone rang, he saw it was Selena. He’d left her a message earlier about the self-defense class and she was without doubt getting back to him about it. “Hey Adler, so you’ve got someone you want in my class tomorrow night?” “Yeah, she’s a victim in an ongoing stalking case and I’d feel better if she was as prepared as she can be.” He had left the kitchen and was sitting on the stairs in the foyer with his beer in one hand and his phone in the other. He could hear Kat and Stephens talking easily in the dining room and he had to force himself to focus on his conversation. “Sure, but let’s do this. She can join the class tomorrow night. The class actually runs one night a week for an hour and a half for a month. Tomorrow night is the second in our series but I could stay after and give her a good condensed version of the whole series. I’ll see if Jeremy can stay as well to help. Maybe an extra two, two-and-half hours and we could cover the content one-on-one? Sound like a plan?” “That’s great, Selena. I really appreciate it. Five o’clock tomorrow night, right?” “Yeah and I’ll try to be done by nine.” “Great. She’ll be there. Her name is Katrina Page.” He disconnected quickly as he walked back into the kitchen. He caught them laughing about something and when they looked up and saw him, the laughter drifted off. Kat looked nervous and Stephens looked confused and annoyed. “You’re set up for the self-defense class tomorrow night.” “Kat, you should call Smith or Terrell and set up the time you meet them at your house for after lunch sometime, then I can take you straight to your class from there.” “Sure.” Dillon just watched them, unable to get a grasp on exactly why he was feeling so angry, hurt and just plain jealous. Stephens stood slowly and Katrina followed him to the door as Dillon stayed sulking in the kitchen. When she returned she let out a deep sigh. “You’re upset with me.” “No.” He looked at her for a moment as she watched him with a furrowed brow. “I’m going for a run. I’ll leave out the back.” He brushed past her as he left the room and ran upstairs to change and he didn’t see her again before he left the house. He pushed through ten miles, not even trying to pace himself. He let his muscles burn, focusing on the intense pain instead of letting his mind wander back to her. When he finally made it home, he peeked in on her upstairs. She was asleep in his bed. He went back downstairs and fell asleep on the couch. Chapter Twenty-Three When they said the house was a total loss they weren’t kidding. She literally walked away with nothing—not a single article of clothing, not a single picture, nothing. She’d called her insurance company on Monday and arranged a time for someone to meet her there around the same time as Detectives Smith and Terrell expected her. The man didn’t stay long. It didn’t take a genius to see there was nothing salvageable there. The house would be leveled as soon as it could be arranged because it was more a safety hazard than anything. The insurance man left shortly after he arrived with a grimace on his face. “Sorry, Ms. Page.” She’d heard that three times already. The fire inspector, Detective Terrell and now the insurance dude. She might sock the next person who said it to her. “Love what you’ve done to the place, kiddo.” Stephens elbowed her in the side as he came to stand by her and watch the insurance agent leave. “But hey you’ve still got a completely intact chimney. Whataya know.” She chuckled. At least he hadn’t apologized. She looked at him for a moment. She needed Imogen here and the fact she was settling for Stephens was almost comical. The fact she was so glad to have him there and didn’t actually feel like she was settling at all was just plain surprising. “Dillon is upset with me.” He looked at her for a moment, saying nothing. She was sure this made him uncomfortable. Chick talk could not be high on this man’s talent list. “I told him I thought I should get an apartment or stay in a hotel for a while.” His brow suddenly furrowed. “Why the hell did you say that?” “I don’t want anyone getting hurt because of me. How could I not want to remove myself from the people who could be hurt? Imogen, Dillon, Seth. I can’t have their safety, or lack of, on my hands. Dillon shouldn’t be in the position of wanting to protect me at the expense of Seth’s safety.” “So was that why you two seemed like you were Jedi mind-fighting with each other last night?” She nodded. “We were arguing just before you got there.” “That explains it.” He took a deep breath. “Listen, Dillon knows how to protect you and how he chooses to balance you and Seth during this ordeal is his choice, not yours. He’s Seth’s father and he’s a good father. You don’t need to question that.” Stephens’ voice was demanding as he spoke and it brought Katrina up short. “This isn’t a conflict that would exist between the two of you were it not for your case.” “Just another reason it’s not a good idea for us to see each other, right?” “I was going to say be patient. The case is temporary. Your relationship isn’t. At least I was under the assumption it wasn’t a casual thing. Maybe you should talk to him about it.” “I was asleep before he got back from his run last night and he avoided me all morning.” “It couldn’t have helped that you and I were talking so much last night moments after you practically said there were things more important than your relationship and you wanted to move out. Try to see it from his perspective.” “You’re pretty good at chick talk.” “Fuck off. I better get you to the Y for your class.” She groaned. “This should be good. He really has no idea how uncoordinated I am. I’ll probably end up doing more damage to myself than anyone else.” Stephens chuckled as he walked her back to his car. * * * * * She decided quickly she actually liked self-defense. That’s not to say she was any damn good at it but there was something about sweating her ass off while she tried to kill a man—a man safely concealed in bizarre-looking protective gear but a man all the same. It wasn’t hard to imagine Mr. Lunatic under the layers of shielding and she enjoyed herself immensely as she brought her knee up to his groin, put her elbow into various places on his body and stomped her heel down on his toes. She was ready to kill anything that tried to hurt her and do it with a vengeance by the end of the four hours she spent with Selena and the unknown pretend bad guy. She showered quickly in the locker room, changed into jeans and a shirt and when she re-entered the exercise room, she found Selena talking to a handsome man with blonde hair. They were obviously a couple given their body language and as she approached Selena looked up to her. “How do you feel, Kat?” “Uh, great actually. That was a lot of fun.” Selena laughed. “Well you should join us next week if you can. Jeremy will let you beat the shit out of him a bit more, won’t you, Jeremy?” He winked at Katrina. “Hell yeah, I will. You did great.” “Ah, sorry about that. I pictured you as some creepy disturbed man under there.” Now he laughed at her. “Not so creepy. But then there are plenty of creeps who don’t look creepy.” He cocked his head at her. “I’m not one of them though. Can we walk you out?” Katrina nodded and they stood, walking her from the building to the nearly deserted parking lot. She spotted Dillon waiting in his Tahoe instantly and he eyed her impassively. His regard for her reminded her very much of their first meeting at parent-teacher conferences when she’d pissed him off. Selena gave her a quick hug. “So maybe we’ll see you next week, Kat. Take care.” Katrina thanked them before turning toward Dillon’s car. He watched her and she couldn’t manage to hold his gaze. She didn’t really understand what was going on between them but she hated it. It had been over twenty-four hours since things had turned to shit and she wasn’t even sure whose fault it was or exactly what had happened. When she climbed in he said nothing. He pulled from the parking space and headed home. “Are you hungry? We could stop for dinner somewhere?” She hated the hopefulness in her voice. She didn’t know if she should be angry, apologetic or downright defensive but her voice just sounded needy and pathetic. “I’ve already eaten but if you’d like to go through a drive-through, I can.” He said it without the least bit of inflection to his voice and his eyes remained on the road in front of him. “That’s okay. I’m not that hungry.” She was hungry actually, but she’d just decided defensive was definitely going to be her approach— angry too, for that matter. They drove in silence and once he’d pulled into the garage, closing the garage door behind him, he climbed out and headed into the house without even waiting for her. She followed as her anger built with each footstep and when she finally caught up to him in the living room, she stopped holding her tongue and set it loose. “Care to tell me why you’re being such a dick to me?” “Because you’re being so much nicer?” “You’re the one who’s ignored me for the past day.” “And you’re the one who wants to walk away from this due to some misguided notion that you’re endangering my life.” “I am endangering your life! And not just yours. Seth’s…” “And he is my responsibility!” He was glaring at her and she was doing her damndest to glare right back. “Wanna tell me why you’re suddenly so chummy with my partner?” Her mouth dropped open, her brow furrowed in incredulity and she suddenly felt guilty. He was watching her intently with his hands on his hips. His nostrils were flaring and he was waiting oh so patiently for her to give him a reason to explode. He was furious. She looked at the floor between them, studying the rug as she tried desperately to figure out what to say. When she finally looked back up to him she took a deep breath. He was all strength and height and masculine power standing in front of her and she wanted that security wrapped around her. She’d pushed him away. She’d done it for a damn good reason but she’d done it nevertheless. And she wondered why he was acting jealous that she was getting along with Stephens so well. She’d threatened to take away his ability to protect her and then confided in his partner rather than him. When she approached him, his glare remained and he simply followed her with his eyes, glowering down at her. She reached for his stomach, feeling his muscles flinch under the fabric of his t-shirt. The look on his face was almost terrifying but as she let her forehead drop to his chest, he released a deep breath. “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t even sure he heard her and she lifted her head to see him. “I’m sorry.” “Have you done something to be sorry about?” She nodded and watched as his jaw clenched and he looked away from her. “I’m terrified I’m going to be the reason someone else gets hurt, but I’m sure my insistence on leaving to protect you felt like I was taking away your ability to protect me.” His eyes returned to her and his forehead creased in confusion. He hadn’t expected her to say that apparently. “On top of that I talked to Marc about it when I should have talked to you. And because you already felt like I was pushing you away it must have felt like quite a betrayal.” “Did something happen with you and Stephens?” Her eyes found his as she gasped. “No! Not like that. He’s doing this to protect us—to protect you.” He stared at her with no less confusion on his face than had been there since she’d started talking. When he finally glanced away he shook his head slightly as he tried to wrap his head around what she was saying. “I thought…I don’t know what I thought.” “That I was attracted to him?” He looked back to her and nodded slightly. He almost looked embarrassed. When she let her hands trail down to his hips and she pulled her body up close to his, peering up to his guarded and dark eyes, she did her best to put him at ease. “I’m not attracted him. I’m attracted to you. I’m in love with you.” Then she took a deep breath and braced herself for yet another argument. “I also think I need to move back to Imogen’s by the time Seth gets home.” He took a deep breath and a step back from her as she kept her breathing calm and relaxed. She knew it would upset him but she knew it was the right thing to do. “Dammit, Kat.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Please listen to me.” She was begging and the moment he looked at her and crossed his arms across his chest, she launched into her speech in fast-forward mode. “You know I would only be moving in here because of my safety. You may love me, but the only reason you want me here this soon is because you’re worried about me.” She raised her brow, but he gave her no response but to sear into her with his eyes. “I want a real relationship with you. The kind that won’t rush Seth into getting used to me being around and used to the idea of us being together. If our relationship is going to go beyond this case then we have to think about what’s best for our future—not just what makes you feel better right now.” When he approached her he placed his hands gently on her shoulders and watched her. She was certain she’d reached him. That was until he responded. “How about the fact you have to survive the now to get to the future?” His eyebrows shot up but his mouth was a serious line. He turned from her and walked out of the room and she just stared after him. She was coursing with electricity as she climbed the stairs a few minutes later. She knew he’d gone upstairs but she wasn’t entirely sure why she’d followed. He wasn’t giving an inch and she wasn’t sure she could either. Every time she imagined something awful happening to Seth or Dillon it was like a knife to her gut. She loved him. She wasn’t lying when she said it. She also believed he loved her too and while it perfectly explained why he was so intent on keeping her close, it just simply didn’t matter. He believed he could protect her and she believed in him. But did she believe him enough to risk his life or his son’s? Hell no she didn’t. When she opened the bedroom door, she was surprised to see he wasn’t there. It took her a minute to find him in what appeared to be a spare bedroom. He was lying on the bed, when she came in, staring at the ceiling. “If I go back to Imogen’s this weekend, what does that mean for us?” “Are you giving me an ultimatum?” “No. I’m asking if you’re giving me one.” She retorted as he stared at her. “And what’s this? You’re no longer going to sleep with me if you don’t get your way? Is that why you’re sulking in the spare room? Seems a bit childish if you ask me.” “Really? No more childish than refusing to do what’s best for yourself and being a stubborn brat!” “You’re one to talk. Have you met yourself? Stubborn should have been your middle name, rather than—well what the hell is your middle name anyway?” “Bray.” “Bray isn’t a name. Dillon Bray Adler? That’s weird.” “And what is your middle name?” “Anne.” “Fine. That’s actually nice.” And they just stared at each other like idiots. When she walked to the side of the bed, climbed up and straddled his hips, he just looked at her as though she’d lost her mind. “Are you going to leave me if I move back to Imogen’s this weekend?” He sighed, stared at her for a ridiculously long time and then finally when she’d nearly given up on him he sat up, bringing his face right up to hers. “No. I’m going to make love to you every chance I get, tell you I love you every day and punish you by withholding orgasms and making you beg for every last one you get.” She exhaled a deep sigh of relief. “Well, so long as you’re not going to be immature about it.” “I’m dealing with a stubborn-ass girlfriend who’s going to give me a coronary. I deserve an immature moment or two.” He sighed before he kissed her gently and pulled back to look at her again. “I won’t make you beg tonight if you do me a favor.” “What?” “Fly to San Francisco with me tomorrow. We can drive back with Molly and the boys on Saturday.” “Why?” “I want to talk to Seth about us. Not about your case. He already suspects enough to worry himself and he doesn’t need the details but I want him to know we’re seeing each other. I don’t want to waste time making you part of my life. At the same time, you’re right that Seth needs time to adjust to that. For your safety, I may want you here but for our relationship I do want Seth to have time and you for that matter. A life with me means a life with a teenage boy too—not that he’s not a great kid but you already know that.” She did know that. She nodded slowly. Her reaction might have been calm but her heart was pounding. Going to San Francisco meant dealing with his mom, dad, sister, son and nephew all at once and springing the news on every single last one of them that they were dating too. That was enough to terrify anyone. Couple that with the fact it had been years since she’d had to do the family thing and she was freaking the fuck out. But she nodded. For him, she’d suck it up. “Thank you.” His expression finally softened and his incredible, delicious lips finally pulled up seductively. His fingers reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. He kneaded her breasts through her bra as he held her eyes and she gasped at the harshness of his touch. The pressure was demanding as he groped but it was possessive and she wanted him to possess her. She reached back and unclasped her bra and when it slipped down her arms, he released his grip and let his eyes take in her breasts. He reached out to her nipples as he sank back to the pillows that were propped up behind him. He pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her body. She whimpered at the intense and sudden pain as his lips parted and he studied what he was doing to her. He held his grip as she panted. His pinch was varying in pressure and the moment she thought the pain was too intense, he’d release the pressure just enough that she’d groan in relief. Then the tightening would start all over again. It was intense, about as intense as the searing expression in his eyes. But it ended swiftly when he sat up suddenly, lifting and rolling their bodies until he was pinning her down on the bed. His mouth immediately attacked one nipple soothing the raw and throbbing flesh before he moved to the other. He licked, sucked and hummed against her skin. He left her breasts sore, abused and tingling in lustful desire for more of his touch. He reached for the waist of her pants, undoing the button and lowering the zipper. His fingers slipped beneath the waist of her jeans and underwear and tugged down as she lifted her hips. His mouth stayed latched to her breast and she was moaning by the time he managed to pull her pants down to her hips. He left them there, pulling back from her body and letting his gaze travel from her eyes lower to her chest and then down to her groin. She was wet, she was needy and she felt sure her blood had been replaced with fire. It was coursing through her body in a prickling warmth that left her skin feeling flushed. His eyes stayed glued to her exposed vagina and though her legs were held tightly closed by her jeans that were just barely down to her hips, he still seemed to be enjoying the sight of her. He reached to her sex lips, parting them and exposing her tight and swollen clit to the cool air. If she thought her skin was prickling before, it was damn near vibrating now and it was sending all the warmth straight to her exposed clit. He leaned down and she lifted her head to watch as he let just the tip of his tongue reach out and torment the peaked nub. She couldn’t help the curse that escaped her lips then and he chuckled before blowing a puff of air directly on her clit. She cried out and swore again. “Now is that any way for a junior high teacher to speak?” “I thought you said you weren’t going to make me beg?” “I’m not making you beg but you’re more than welcome to if you’d like. It won’t get you where you want to be any faster though. I’m in no hurry tonight.” His voice was controlled and deep. The kind of deep that reeked of testosterone and lust. He leaned down again, once more licking with the lightest touch with only the tip of his tongue. She felt like screaming at the sensation. It wasn’t enough and he knew it but he licked, slowly tracing around the swollen peak of her clit and finally pushing up to hit the center at that one most perfect spot that shot spasms of pleasure out through her body. But it still wasn’t enough. When he leaned back from her body again he smiled. It was more a taunting smirk than a smile, and she trembled. She couldn’t help but think this was payback for not getting his way. “Lift your legs.” He watched her, waiting for her to comply. It was obvious he was done toying with her clit and she finally gave up hoping for more of that and did as he asked. The smile he gave her was subtle. “Thank you.” This was definitely payback. She pulled her legs up letting her knees bend and resting the tops of her thighs to her stomach. Her vagina and bottom were exposed to him and his gaze started roving over her as she shook. It wasn’t as though she were frightened of him but he could see every inch of her in glaring detail. He reached out and let his finger trail between the lips of her sex. She was slick and she could feel the ease at which his finger glided through her moisture. Her legs were tight together but the wetness allowed his finger to slip between her lips easily. He massaged back and forth with his middle finger before pushing it past her lips and into her pussy. She whimpered and he held her eyes as he thrust gently in and out. When he pushed a second finger in with the first she groaned and he kept watching her face. He was refusing to look away from her eyes in fact and as intimidating as it was in her current rather exposed position, it was also an incredible turn-on. “You like this, don’t you?” She could barely breathe let alone answer but when he pulled his fingers from her body, waiting for her to respond, she managed to speak. “Yes.” “And you wouldn’t want me to stop now would you?” He pushed his fingers back in slowly as his words toyed with her. “No.” Her voice managed to lurch even midway through her single syllable response. “Are we going to start getting along better?” He slipped a third finger in and her stomach muscles started quivering. She nodded as her breathing started to stutter and gasp. “Please answer me. I so enjoy hearing your voice when you’re being agreeable.” “Yes.” “That’s what I thought. Now how about a peace offering?” She wasn’t at all sure what that entailed but at this point she was pretty much on board with whatever he wanted. “Okay.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy and quickly finished pulling her pants off her legs. When he pushed her knees apart, she just watched and when he lay down between her legs, she sighed. She was so ready for this. “Now spread your lips for me—just like you do when we make love.” She reached down, parting her sex with her index finger and middle finger and he studied her. If she thought she was exposed before, this was just plain gynecological, but he smiled at the view. He leaned to her, kissing one finger before running his tongue up and over to the other finger. He sucked her middle finger into his mouth, letting his warm tongue massage the length of it. He released her middle finger, pulling the other into his mouth as well and before long, he had both of her fingers in his mouth and he was sucking and stroking with his tongue. The sight of him sucking on her fingers as he laid between her legs about undid her and she swallowed over a lump in her throat as he released her and she parted her lips again. He kissed her sex next, pulling her overly deprived clit into his mouth and sucking hard on her sensitive swollen nub. She could feel his top lip against the skin between her fingers and she could feel the corner of his mouth brushing and working against the side of her fingers. When he released her clit, he started licking. He lashed over the peaked skin over and over before moving down to her entry and thrusting inside. Her fingers were digging inside her open lips, as she came close to losing her mind with every new touch. He was thrusting and tasting and when he pulled back, his lips glistened. She could feel the wetness drip down and trickle between the cheeks of her bottom. The pad of his thumb gently spread and rubbed the moisture into her anus. She clenched her bottom inadvertently until his eyes flashed to hers and he shook his head. It was by sheer force of will that she relaxed to his touch and she let him explore her but when it pushed through, there was no control left and her muscles instantly seized. “Relax, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.” She was whimpering as he shushed her and kept thrusting his thumb little by little into her bottom. The sensation wasn’t pain—at least not once he’d passed through the tight ring of muscles at her entry—but it was entirely new to her. He thrust, pushing completely inside and she could feel him wiggling gently as he continued to push in and retreat just slightly, over and over. The fingers of his same hand were gripping the side of her bottom and she dropped her hand down to clutch his. She held the top of his hand as his fingers dug into her skin. When he attacked her pussy again, she started writhing. He was licking, sucking and tormenting her clit and she could feel the wetness building and her fingers sliding through it with every movement of his tongue or lips over her skin. His cheeks were brushing her fingers and his thumb continued to pulse and thrust in and out of her bottom as she dug into the top of his hand. She was losing her mind and in one blinding second, her nerves exploded and she came harder than she ever had before. He sucked on her as her body pulsed and convulsed against his mouth. As her muscles finally started to release and her body slowly came back under her control, he slipped his thumb from her and he pulled his glistening lips away from her body. She was gasping as he crawled from the bed and undressed. She watched him pull his shirt off and drop his pants and underwear to the floor. He was aroused and hard and the sight of his breadth and length was an intimidating thing to behold. He crawled back onto the bed and lay down beside her. Katrina rolled to him, propping herself up on her elbow to look at him. He pulled her mouth to his and she tasted herself on his still- glistening lips. He didn’t release her mouth until he’d pulled her body on top of his to straddle his hips. Her wetness was coating the base of his cock and she couldn’t seem to help but push down on him. He gripped her hips, pulling her hard to his groin just as desperately as she wanted to seal herself to him. He slid her body up the length of his erection and as the head teased her opening, he released her hips. “Go ahead.” She rose to her knees and he grasped the base of his erection, holding his cock erect from his body. She slid down over the head, feeling him pass into her body. He stretched and pierced through her as she sank lower onto him. Every inch she lowered her body tested her threshold that much more and by the time she was sitting square on his lap she was whimpering. She leaned down to his mouth, kissing him. He clutched her cheeks, holding her mouth to his and she started rocking her hips against his. As she lifted her hips, the deep pressure in her groin eased but the moment she felt the emptiness she pushed back down along his length, impaling herself on him again. She cried out as he hit her depths and he watched her. When Dillon wrapped his arms around her, he pulled her chest to his and rolled their bodies as he pushed deep into her. He pushed and rolled his hips between her legs as she dug her fingers into his lower back and she didn’t let go until he pulled his knees up under her thighs and sat upright, lifting her to face him. He was sitting on his heels with his knees slightly splayed and she braced the balls of her feet against the soles of his. Every time he rolled his hips it drove his cock straight to her core. She used his feet as leverage as she grinded her hips against his, feeling him impaling her over and over again. “Let go and lean back.” He spoke in her ear. She’d been clutching him tight to her and at the sound of his voice, she released her hold and looked at him. He was still thrusting his hips into her and as she leaned back, he held her lower back and eased her shoulders down to the bed as he stayed upright. He held her, letting only her shoulders rest against the bed as his hips rolled seductively between her legs. “Rub your clit.” She focused on the sight of his clenching stomach muscles as she reached between her legs and did as he asked. When she glanced to his eyes, his gaze was glued to what her fingers were doing between her legs and when he licked his lips and his brow flinched as his hips humped, she fell apart and came as her muscles tensed and gripped around him. His groan was deep as she tightened on his length and he collapsed over her, pushing her hands above her head, pinning her to the bed as he drove into her. He was jolting her body forward with each powerful drive and when he came he buried his face against her neck as he held himself deep and pulsed within her. She listened to his breathing slow against her neck and she kissed the side of his neck. “Was that a peace offering?” He chuckled, sending a warm vibration from his mouth through her skin. “No, sweetie. My finger up your ass was a peace offering. That was just an incredibly good fuck.” And then he nipped her earlobe as he pulled from her aching vagina. She hissed at the pain and he pulled her onto her side to face him. “Why do I feel like I’m hurting you sometimes when we make love?” “It’s that good kind of hurt.” “I find it hard to believe there is such a thing.” “Well you don’t have a vagina.” “You got me there. I do not have a vagina but I sure do like yours.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Now, can we please go to my bed? It’s far more comfortable than this one.” “You’ll remember you’re the one who came in here.” “Don’t sass.” He rolled from bed, pulling her up to her feet and walking her down the hall to his room. He climbed into bed after her and pulled her body into his. “I love you.” He whispered it quietly against her temple. “I love you too.” And then she was asleep. Chapter Twenty-Four “I’m going to be in San Francisco for the rest of week. I’ll be back in town late Saturday night.” Then a pause. “No. I’m sorry but I’m not telling you where I’ll be staying. I’m going to visit friends and you can reach me by cell.” Another pause. “What kind of emergency, Detective? I no longer have a home to be broken into, you’re watching Imogen’s house and she’s safely out of the country, so what kind of emergency are you thinking would warrant knowing where I am?” And yet another pause. “Like I said, you have my cell phone.” And then she hung up on Detective Smith. No wonder they’d gotten on so poorly the first time they met. The woman had no problem telling it like it was to pretty much anyone and, yes, that meant cops—Dillon included. They’d packed that morning after she made breakfast, and after he’d set their bags by the front door she’d called Detective Smith. He thought she was perhaps hoping to reach his voicemail so she could avoid this conversation but she hadn’t been so lucky. They needed to go to Imogen’s before they could call for a cab, so Kat could make sure Kitty had what she needed for the rest of the week, and so she could pack up a few final items she didn’t have at his place. They’d call a cab once they returned to Dillon’s to get them to the airport. When they reached Imogen’s, the officer stationed there eyed him suspiciously. This was not going to go over well. He punched the number into the security gate panel and then pulled up in front. He grabbed Katrina’s only partially packed bag and walked her into the house. The old mangy-looking critter that was supposed to be a cat found them instantly. She was staggering about like usual and Dillon loaded up her food and water while Katrina changed her litter box. Katrina had a good portion of her wardrobe at Imogen’s house when her house burned down, so she was fortunate enough to not be completely left without a thread to her name. She finished packing her bag with the clothes she had there, as Dillon lounged on her bed watching her. It was hard to believe he’d managed to fall so in love with her. The very notion snuck up on him all the time and usually left his heart fluttering and his cock hard. Making love to her was like nothing he’d experienced before. There was such an incredible added depth to what they did together that simply hadn’t existed with the meaningless women he’d fucked since Seth’s mom had died. He couldn’t seem to stop his mind from analyzing it every time he was inside her body. It was odd he should want to study their dynamic in the midst of sex but there was nothing more powerful than focusing on how much he loved her when he was plowing into her body. She eyed him—or more accurately she eyed his erection that was fighting with the fly of his pants. “What are you thinking about?” She looked at him seductively. “You.” “What about me?” He studied her for a moment, deciding just how much he wanted to let her into his head. He decided all the way in. “You know how you like to touch yourself when I enter your body? You like to feel that spot where our bodies first meet?” “Yeah?” She looked nervous, maybe even embarrassed and her cheeks were scarlet. She wouldn’t feel that way if she knew just how damn sexy he thought it was when she touched. “Well I’d like to think that experience for you is, I don’t know, kind of emotional, right?” He was treading into girl-talk territory and he couldn’t help but think he might just be out of his depth here. “Yes it is. But it’s kind of hard to explain I guess.” She sat next to his hip after she tossed the last of her clothes into the bag. She thought for a moment then shook her head as though she couldn’t quite figure out what she wanted to say. “In the past, I think I did it to try to convince myself there was more intimacy to what I was doing than there actually was.” She sounded terrified at what she was saying so freely to him but what she was saying was so perfect and he understood completely. “Is it different with me?” He knew it was or at least he expected it was. “Yes. I’m not wishing for the intimacy, I just have it and touching… it’s kind of a rush now.” He reached for her hand, sitting up to her. The blush of her cheeks hadn’t died down a bit and he knew she was feeling exceptionally vulnerable. When he reached for her cheek and pulled her mouth to his, it was just to reassure her. Then he moved to her ear. “I like to think about how much I love you when I’m inside you. At first the thought just popped up when I was making love to you, because it was so fucking new it caught me off guard. Now, I like to focus on it intentionally, because it’s such an incredible high.” She smiled at him when he pulled back from her ear. “Sound odd?” “No. Sounds sexy as hell.” She kissed him and he stood from the bed, carrying her bag back down to the car. They grabbed coffee on the way back to the house and as they hopped in the cab he’d called to pick them up a bit later, she watched him. He could see her out of his peripheral vision, studying him. When he reached for her hand, she sighed. “I’m nervous.” “And if I tell you you shouldn’t be?” “I’ll still be nervous.” “Just as I thought. Well then, be nervous for no good reason and I’ll tell you I told you so later when you realize there was no reason whatsoever to be nervous around my family.” He smiled at her quickly, ignoring the cab driver’s watchful eyes. He’d already bought and printed their boarding passes, so it was a fairly uneventful stripfest at security before they had an hour and a half to kill until they could board. He suggested a drink and she nodded quickly. They grabbed a table, parking their carryon bags next to them and spent the next hour getting pleasantly buzzed. She managed to down three cocktails, and when they stood to leave, she swayed on her feet a little and he chuckled. So long as it relaxed her he wasn’t going to complain. She was actually incredibly cute when she was a bit tipsy and when they finally found an open pair of seats in the pre-boarding area she sank into hers lazily. “Did I tell you I hate flying?” “No you did not. Unfortunate since, you know, we’re going to be flying.” That might explain her need to pacify her nerves with a bit of alcohol and here he’d just assumed it was fear of meeting his family. “We should drive.” “Please tell me you’re joking.” “Yes. Well kind of. I really hate flying.” He quickly figured out just how true that statement was. He ended up with fingernail crescents gouged into the top of his hand and she likely frightened a number of nearby passengers with her yelps and moans every time she heard a new sound or the airplane shifted in any way whatsoever—impossible for airplanes not to, which made the trip one panic attack after another for her. Thank God they were driving home. As they were standing in the aisle ready to debark, he leaned down to her ear from behind her. “Remind me to never torture you in such a way again. I truly had no idea someone could be so terrified of the safest form of travel.” She turned to him and smiled. It was the first smile he’d seen since getting her onto the plane, but as they grabbed a cab her smile faded and her hands started trembling. “Please don’t be so nervous. There’s nothing to be worried about.” She glared at him as though he’d just sworn at her. He chuckled. Couldn’t help himself. She wasn’t just cute when she was tipsy—she was cute as hell when she was nervous too. He’d lost his damn mind if he thought she shouldn’t be nervous and she was two seconds from smacking him. Of course that would require she let go of his hand and since it was the only thing keeping her sanity anchored, she thought perhaps she should hold on tight. She couldn’t stop her fingers from trembling and as they rounded a corner onto a residential street, the tremble turned to violent shakes. He squeezed her hand and scooted to the center of the seat, wrapping his arms around her. They pulled upside an amazing three-story home smack in the middle of a hill that would likely give her an asthma attack regardless of the fact she didn’t have asthma. As the cab driver helped them get their bags from the trunk she stared up at the beautiful porch in front of them. Dillon grabbed both of their carryon suitcases and led the way up to the front door. When the door was pulled open, Molly was standing there smiling broadly at them both. Katrina was instantly glad to see her face. She at least knew Molly. “Ms. Page! I’m so glad to see you!” “Please. It’s Katrina and I’m glad to see you too.” And she was— relieved more like it. “Come on in. Mom and Dad are excited to meet you. Mom’s been fluttering about cleaning since I got Dillon’s text message saying you were both coming. The boys are at the park so you won’t see them for a while but I’m guessing you’re ready to relax anyway.” Molly was speed- talking and Katrina’s heart was finally slowing. Dillon followed her into the entryway and set their bags on the stairway landing. Molly had already linked elbows with Katrina and was ushering her farther into the house but Dillon came up behind them, resting a warm hand on the back of her neck and his other gripped her free hand and squeezed gently to reassure her. She craned her head around to see him behind her and he winked at her quickly. “Mom! She’s here!” Katrina was escorted into a large and open kitchen. The counters were marble, the floor was a worn and likely reclaimed plank wood flooring and the ceilings were as tall as they had been in the living room. She was in awe. Dillon had a nice home but this was incredible. It wasn’t lavish by any means but it was perfect and comfortable—so incredibly inviting. Dillon’s mother was standing at the sink filling a teakettle and she turned to them instantly. “Oh! You must be Ms. Page!” Katrina smiled instantly at the woman. She was surprisingly short like Katrina was and her hair was wavy and white. She’d obviously grayed younger than most but she pulled it off stunningly. “It’s Katrina, please. You must be Mrs. Adler.” “It’s Delphi but please just call me Del. Oh you’re just lovely. I knew you must be but you…well, you are!” She pulled Katrina into a tight hug and it wasn’t until Dillon cleared his throat that she was finally allowed to breathe again. “Oh, Dillon! You’re here too. Yes. How are you?” She grabbed Dillon just as tightly as she had Katrina. “I’m well. Where’s Dad?” “He’s out in the garden, watering. How was the flight?” “Oh, ask Katrina. She loved it.” He smirked at Katrina who instantly felt her cheeks burning. Del turned to Katrina with a questioning look and she shook her head in embarrassment. “I don’t fly well.” She said it sheepishly as Dillon held his hand up, showing the claw marks she’d inflicted. Molly burst out laughing and Del gave her a sympathetic look. “Well I have something that’ll take care of those nerves.” Del walked to the fridge and grabbed an open bottle of sparkling wine. She grabbed five glasses, handing a couple to Dillon. Turning back to the fridge, seemingly as a second thought, she grabbed another unopened bottle of wine, passing it off to Molly. “Outside to the patio, I think. Oh I almost forgot.” She started toward the back door off the kitchen. “I set up two spare rooms for you two but if you’d prefer one, then just pick whichever you’d like.” “Oh no. Two is just fine. Thank you.” Katrina responded as Del turned back and smiled kindly. “Like hell it is.” Dillon muttered from behind her. The patio was just as stunning as the interior. The backyard was small but every square inch that was free was filled with greenery and flowers that were just starting to bud. Narrow brick paving-stone walkways meandered through the lush plants and she could hear a water feature somewhere—though it was hidden from her sight at the moment. There was a large open paving stone patio just outside the back door and a roomy wooden table was situated with six surrounding chairs. Molly took a seat and ushered her over to her side as Dillon hollered for his father. She could hear the rustling of branches before she saw the man and when he finally made an appearance, she was shocked at the resemblance between Dillon and him. He still had a full head of dark hair that was speckled with gray. He wore contemporary glasses and even in heavy linen gardening gloves he was tall and intimidating. That was until he smiled at his son. “Oh, Dillon! I’m so glad you’ve made it. Your mom has been acting like a lunatic all day, getting ready for you and your guest. And where is she?” His eyes landed on Katrina as she stood and rounded the table to meet him. “Dad, this is Katrina. Kat, this is my father, Michael.” “I’m pleased to meet you, Katrina, and we’re so glad you’re here.” She thanked him before returning to her chair. Dillon quickly took the seat next to her and he reached for her hand instantly. Molly noticed immediately and started to beam at him. It was all very cute—nerve-racking for Katrina but Dillon obviously had a wonderful family and there was something incredible about seeing him with them. Del brought out a loaf of bakery bread and some different spreads and a lime that she cut and offered for the wineglasses. Then she poured a round of drinks. As everyone settled in, Molly turned to Dillon. “So am I allowed to ask about what has been going on with Katrina’s case? You’ve refused to say anything up to this point but well, I mean, the cat’s kind of out of the bag, right? No pun intended, Kat.” Dillon answered immediately. “It’s entirely up to Katrina if she wants to talk about it or not.” He looked to Katrina and she nodded. “I don’t mind. They deserve some explanation as to why I’m crashing the party.” Dillon’s jaw tensed instantly but he regained his composure quickly. He started explaining the events of the past month and a half. He gave the watered-down version of the telephone messages but aside from that he held very little back. His family listened intently, his mother’s gaze moving back and forth from Katrina to her son, occasionally shaking her head. Molly was equally enraptured with the story and her mouth hung open the vast majority of the time. When he got to the past week Molly cringed as he related the fire and his mother’s eyes instantly teared. His father listened intently as he spoke and when Dillon stopped talking, his father continued to study them both. “And no evidence ever turned up at Katrina’s house, nothing on the phone calls, no sightings near her home of anything suspicious? I mean it’s just odd that he could go so unnoticed.” Katrina sat quietly at Dillon’s side, listening. “I know. But the thing is this man isn’t careless. He’s cautious and he’s patient. I’m not sure I can even say he’s a smart criminal. He’s just good at…well, hell, pacing himself for lack of a better word. It would be one thing if this perp was so overzealously interested in Kat that he was simply compelled to act, but he’s patient. He waits, oftentimes weeks, before reaching out again and doing something and those actions are often calculated.” “Why burn down her home? When you think about it, it forces her to move away and if she’s away she’s likely more cognizant of her safety, wherever that might be. In some respects she was more vulnerable in her home. Now she’s not nearly so out in the open.” “I don’t know. Anger, I wonder. After the failed abduction in the parking garage only days before, maybe he lost control for once. There’s evidence suggesting this person has been in Kat’s home before.” “An acquaintance?” Molly piped up. “I don’t think so. Her friends and acquaintances have all been looked at, but there have been several contractors and workmen in over the past year or so working on various projects. That’s being looked into.” “What makes you think this man has been in her home?” Dillon’s father had a stern look on his face, much like Dillon’s own expression. “Umm, certain familiarity with the layout of her home that the perp wouldn’t have with an outside-in perspective only.” “Such as?” It was Molly again. “Such as personal information I’m not going to discuss, but which makes it clear this man was intimately familiar with her home.” “Hmm.” His father was steepling his fingers against his chin—again it was a striking similarity to Dillon. “Well, Katrina, I have to say you are about the last person in the world to deserve something like this, not that anyone does and I’m so sorry you’re having to endure it.” “Thank you.” Dillon reached for her hand again and his expression was as solemn as his father’s. “Now if you don’t mind my asking, what of your removal from her case, Dillon?” He stiffened beside her. “What about it?” He sounded mildly defensive. “Do you have reason to think there could be disciplinary action or dismissal?” “I don’t know, Dad.” She suddenly felt guilty again. She felt like the center of attention all of a sudden—which was odd considering the past thirty minutes was all about her—and now she felt more under the microscope than any moment of that time. She couldn’t seem to pull her eyes up from the table in front of her and she could feel her brow furrowed with stress but for the life of her she couldn’t release the tension. “And you didn’t meet Mom on the job?” She couldn’t help but look up then. She had no idea Dillon’s father had been in law enforcement. Michael chuckled for a moment. “That was a routine traffic stop when I was still a patrol officer. Three traffic stops in a month. It was bound to happen—the woman couldn’t seem to stop speeding.” He smirked. “She’s a hell of a bad driver, Katrina. Don’t ever get in the car with her if you can help it.” She smiled but she was having a hard time with this conversation. Dillon’s grip on her hand squeezed gently. “I can’t say I’m not worried but what I will say is this. I’ll never regret my relationship with Kat. I’m in love with her. It’s just that simple.” If Katrina thought her eyes were glued to the table before, now they were literally cemented in place. What the hell was she supposed to do in front of his family with that? She loved him. Of course she did but did it mean she had any idea how not to act like a maniac in front of his family? Hell no. Fortunately Seth and Jake decided now would be a grand time to arrive on scene. “Dad! Ms. Page! Aunt Molly said you were coming. We got to go to Alcatraz the other day, Dad! And we went to a Giants game!” Katrina risked a look up to see Seth and Jake standing in the doorway. Dillon stood and when he met Seth coming off the steps he hugged him. Molly clasped Katrina’s hand quickly and she took over where Dillon left off. It didn’t escape her attention too that Del was smiling warmly at her. But none of it saved her from the burning hot tears that were pricking the back of her eyes. She didn’t want to be responsible for him losing his job or for any other awful thing happening to any one of them. And yet she was the center of it all. “Hey, bud. You guys go in and wash up. You smell like a locker room and Grandma’s making dinner.” “Okay. Can we go to a drag show before we leave?” “Umm. No. That’s actually not going to happen at all. Definitely no. Big no on that one.” She laughed even as a tear escaped her eye. She was going to ruin this man with her drama. She was being selfish. Why was she continuing to set her own needs above his? She’d already lost this argument with him once but if seeing him with his family weren’t argument enough that what she was doing was selfish she didn’t know what was. “Kat?” “Hmm?” She turned to his voice. He was sitting beside her again and she could feel the warm tears in her eyes. “Baby, why are you upset?” She shook her head. His family was walking inside and she angled her head toward him to hide the tears in her eyes. “Don’t hide from me.” She met his eyes but the second she saw the worry she shook her head again. He sighed. “Come on. I’ll show you to your room, which is sadly not mine thanks to that Amish conservative move you pulled when we got here.” He smirked and she sniffed her nose. “Kat, look at me.” His voice was suddenly serious and when she met his eyes they were too. “You know I love you.” She nodded. “And do you love me too?” She nodded again. “Everything else will fall into place. Trust me?” She nodded again. She was starting to feel like a puppet with her head on a string. He was so good at getting inside her. “Come with me.” She stood, feeling his hand clasp hers as they moved back into the house, through the kitchen and back into the large living room. Their bags were where they’d left them on the landing and he carried both upstairs as she followed him. He left his in the second-floor hallway and then he walked with her up to the third floor with her bag. The bedroom was beautiful and cozy. The bed was wrought iron and the quilt on top was an antique floral pattern. There was a down comforter at the foot of the bed. The room had its own bathroom with a clawfoot tub. She couldn’t imagine a more quaint and comfortable room. Dillon opened the short French doors out onto a small deck that overlooked the backyard and patio far below and when he turned to her as she stared out at the harbor in the distance he smiled. “My mother was an interior designer before she retired. Could you guess?” She smiled. She was struggling to stifle the emotion that had crept up on her and, as Dillon’s face fell for a moment, she was smacked with more guilt. “Molly’s across the hall. The boys are sharing a room on the second floor and my room is there as well. My parents’ master bedroom is on the ground floor. Will you be okay here alone?” She nodded and he approached her. “You know this is entirely your fault?” She cocked her head to the side. “They wouldn’t have cared if we stayed together.” “But perhaps Seth would have.” He watched her closely for a moment before nodding subtly. “Perhaps. I’ll see you downstairs shortly.” He kissed her and she was so tempted to close the door to the room and sink into his body for a while. He was all man and that most manly part of him was hard and rigid against her body at the moment. His body taunted her—it told her he could make her worry disappear for a while if she’d only let him. It promised a distraction, a reprieve, a break from the ugly things in her mind. It guaranteed her ecstasy and hedonism that would leave her complete and whole again but she let him step back from her. He watched her carefully. He wasn’t buying her mood in the least. The suspicion in his eyes was pinning her to the spot, charging her with it. When he turned from her, she shut the door and retreated to the bathroom. She washed her face, flushing it with cool water she hoped desperately would clear her head. They were lovely. Every last one of them was precious, sweet and decent. She couldn’t hurt that—even if it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t her fault! It was an infuriating truth knowing this was being done to her and outside her control and it could hurt the man she loved and everything in the world he cared for. Seeing his family was an amazing thing. She was happy, she was jealous, she felt guilty and she just wanted to be one of them in a very immature pathetic sort of way. When there was a knock on the door, she grabbed the hand towel and dried her face quickly as she pulled the door open. “Hi.” Molly looked nervous. “Hi.” “You’re okay, aren’t you?” Katrina nodded. “It must be a lot. All of us at once. What about your own family? I mean, are you close?” “No. My mother left my father and me when I was still in diapers and my father passed away a few years ago.” “Oh, Katrina. I’m so sorry. You’re completely alone in all this. I mean…you’ll never be alone with Dillon, or with us for that matter, but you know what I mean.” She winked at Katrina. “He loves you.” She shook her head as a smile crept across her face. “Wow. I wasn’t sure I’d see that again but he does. Something fierce too. Do you love him as well?” “Yes I do.” There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation in her voice. “Then why do you look so sad?” Molly studied her. Katrina stared at the floor for a moment. She had no idea how to answer this. “ Because I love him.” Molly cocked her head to the side in confusion. “I don’t want any part of this mess to touch him—to touch Seth. I’m worried all the time the people I care about are going to be hurt because of me and I’m just not sure I could handle that.” Molly’s eyes closed slowly as she soaked in Katrina’s worry. But when they opened again it was with resolve. “And if the situation were reversed? If Dillon’s life were in danger? Would you leave him just because he was afraid of the effect it might have on you?” “No.” “Then why should you expect anything less from him?” She watched Katrina for a moment before she spoke again. “I’ll see you downstairs.” Then she was gone. Dillon watched her from across the table at dinner. She was having a hard time shaking her funk. She understood it. She was tired of her life being a drama-fest. She wanted to be normal, plain, boring and just ordinary again. The compassionate eyes that watched her now made it clear she was none of those things. They were kind, generous and when Dillon’s father had rubbed her shoulder as she’d entered the kitchen, it was made clear they weren’t the least bit resentful. But the suspicious eyes that watched her across the table said Dillon wasn’t buying it. She tried to smile at him but he just watched her. He watched her, knowing she was trying to hide the ugliness from him. And he said nothing. Chapter Twenty-Five It wasn’t difficult to put himself in her position. He knew she carried a load of guilt around most of the time these days. His only real hope was ending this thing, keeping her safe and giving her what she needed to move forward with him. He needed to take away the guilt she felt and he knew an end to this nightmare was the only thing that would. Ironically her guilt was a wedge that threatened to pull them apart and yet it was owed entirely to the fact she cared for him—heartwarming and terrifying all in one breath. Molly asked her to take a walk after dinner was finished and she agreed. He watched her leave with Molly. He’d seen few real smiles from her since they’d arrived. She showed his family what she thought they wanted to see. She flashed a quick completely contrived smile when they looked at her but he always saw it drop from her face quickly when they looked away. He saw it, he studied it, he hated it. She should at least be able to relax here. She was safe—it was supposed to be a reprieve but her expression said she’d carried every ounce of her worry with her. Of course she had. She was going through hell at the moment and that wasn’t something so easily forgotten. “She’s really lovely, Dillon.” His mom squeezed his arm as she moved past him in the kitchen. “Yes she is. I’m worried about her though.” “How so?” His father had joined them at the kitchen island. “She’s just so worried about everything. So am I, but I hate that she is.” “Seems understandable that she’d worry. She must be terrified.” Del commiserated with a slight shake of her head. “Of course, but it’s not just that. It’s us. It’s everything. She worries I could be hurt. She worries Seth could be hurt. She worries I’m going to lose my job. She holds herself so responsible for everything and none of it is her fault.” “I shouldn’t have asked you about your job in front of her this afternoon. I wasn’t thinking. I should have known she’d feel bad about that.” His father looked guilty. “It’s okay. It’s just taking its toll on her. She’s been dealing with this for a while now. She’s been attacked, terrorized, tormented and we haven’t been able to do a damn thing about it. Her entire life has been turned upside down. Everything she’s ever known has been threatened or destroyed and everything she cares about has been jeopardized. I get it. I just hate that she has to deal with it.” “Can’t be easy considering you two haven’t been together long.” He wasn’t entirely sure what his mother’s point was, but if she was going to suggest they’d not been together long enough, it wasn’t going to go over well. “Meaning?” He tried not to sound defensive. “Meaning that neither of you should have to spend your time focusing on this instead of your relationship. I wasn’t suggesting anything other than that, so just wipe that look off your face.” Well, she’d put him in his spot. “You love her. It’s obvious. And you’ll never hear a peep out of me about it. I understand. And she loves you too. That’s obvious as well, by the way.” “Yeah, well sometimes I’m not sure that’s enough for her. Or if it’s enough to make her walk away, thinking she’s doing me some favor.” His mother pursed her lips. “You’re going to have to talk to Seth about this. He’s worried about her. He’s a smart kid and he knows something is going on with her.” “I’m going to talk to him tomorrow.” Molly and Katrina returned a short while later and the moment she walked in she smiled sheepishly at him. He didn’t approach her, but waited to see if she would approach him instead. She did, hesitantly looking up at him when she stepped up beside him. He kissed her on the top of her head and she leaned into his side. The boys had gone back to the park and they wouldn’t see them again until dark, so they settled into the living room. Katrina sat close at his side and she made small talk for a while before excusing herself to bed. She kissed him quickly before wishing everyone good night and then she was gone and he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He followed the boys up to bed a few hours later and he spent the next couple hours tossing and turning until he finally fell asleep. He woke in a start shortly thereafter and as he gasped into the darkness, he had to reassure himself she was okay just to keep from panicking. He wasn’t sure what the dream had been about but he knew it was about her and it wasn’t good. He stumbled up the flight of stairs to her room and he silently crawled in next to her. Her body was warm and he instantly started to drift back to sleep. “I love you.” He’d not realized she was awake until her quiet voice brought him back from sleep. “I love you too.” He was hugging her body from behind and he let his fingers slowly brush up her leg and under the gown she was wearing. When he reached her waist, he slid his hand back down under her underwear, rubbing down the round cheek of her bottom. He slid his finger between the back of her legs, finding her warm and wet. “I can’t do this here. Not in your parents’ house.” He groaned. “You’re killing me.” He took her hand, guiding it to his hard arousal. “I need you. Now.” She moaned. “You know I want to.” “Yes I do. Your pussy is drenched. You’re ready.” He was nuzzling against the back of her neck and she was sighing and moaning quietly. “Come with me.” He rolled from bed and held his hand out to her. It was dark but the moon was nearly full and shining in through the French doors. He walked with her to the doors, grabbing a wooden chair sitting beside a small desk. The chair was antique and he was hoping for the sake of his ass and his dignity that it was not just decorative and would hold together. When he opened the doors, she stilled by his side. “Dillon, this wasn’t quite what I meant when I said not in their house.” “I’m well aware of what you meant.” He pulled her out onto the small balcony and set the chair down. “Now this chair is old as hell and you’re going to have to be gentle with me if there’s much hope we won’t destroy it. And this is your bedroom so you’ll be the one explaining to my mother why her antique is in pieces on the balcony. Nervous yet?” “Dillon…” “Unless you’re moaning my name when I’m inside you, stop saying my name like I’m an insolent child.” “I’m not sure that’s far from the truth.” He chuckled. It was a spark of her humor—just a spark but it was enough to light a fire in his gut. He stepped up close to her, inching the hem of her nightgown up along her legs. Her breathing was ragged and nervous and when he finally raised the hem above her panty line, he slipped his fingers under the waist and slid them down her hips. His dick was hard as hell. He wasn’t lying when he’d said he needed her. He needed her to give herself to him. She could be terrified or worried but she couldn’t keep herself from him. He pulled down the front of his flannel pants, tucking the elastic under his testicles, tightening the building tension in his sac all the more. His cock was touching her stomach and her hands instantly moved to his length. He moaned as her fingers moved down. She grazed her soft touch over his tight balls. She toyed with his skin, trailing the lightest touch along his shaft just to tickle her way over his testicles again. She pushed the elastic down farther, cupping him in her hand. She squeezed and his head dropped back as he fought the moan. He was no more interested in waking the house than she was, but she tended to drive him over his edge of reason quickly, and her hands were doing a great job of reminding him just how easy he could succumb to her. He let her hands squeeze, glide, grip and torment him for as long as he could handle before he stilled her and dropped his pants to his feet. He reached up under her gown to glide his fingers between her lips. She was silky wet and he could already imagine sliding his dick through her moisture. He loved the feel of her come on his skin and his cock was twitching for it. She gripped his biceps as he slid up and down her cleft. Every time his finger passed over her clit, she cried out quietly and her fingers gripped tighter on his arm. It was with intense difficulty that he pulled his fingers from her body but he wasn’t going to last much longer like this. He really was a bit leery about the chair that must surely be over a hundred years old but it gave barely a creak as he sat. Whether he would end up with splinters in his ass was another question entirely. He guided her body to straddle him and she sank down to sit on his thighs. She kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth and her hands found his erection again. His hands found her hips, lifting her and positioning her over the head of his cock. He was slow as he lowered her and she used her fingers to guide him into her body. She stilled as he passed between her lips and the tightness caused a groan to escape her. He gripped her hips, pulling her slowly but steadily down to his lap. He could feel her warmth accepting him but the tightness was intense. When she was seated on his lap, he pulled her gown off over her head. “I didn’t appreciate it when you told my family the only reason you were here was your case.” He held her hips firmly over his cock, keeping himself buried inside her body as he chastised her. “Do you know why you’re here?” Her lips were parted and her breath was coming in short quiet gasps. Her sheath was gripping and quivering around him. It was damn hard not to lift her and sink her pussy right back down over his erection again. He was ready to feel the movement of her slick warm skin against his length but he’d been waiting to call her out on her insensitive comment for a few hours now. “Because you’re worried about me.” Her voice was breathy as she responded and his dick twitched inside her at the sound of her desperate need. “You’re here because I’m in love with you. You’re here because I want my family to know you. You’re here because my son needs to understand us. Don’t forget there is far more between us than one pathetic lunatic. It isn’t why I asked you to come at all.” She was quiet but eventually she nodded and he kissed her. When he released his tight grip on her hips, she rocked and dropped her head to his shoulder, moaning quietly against his skin. The movement of her hips was intoxicating. She rolled against him, taking him deeper and when she rolled back it only released the slightest depth before she grinded into him again. He let her move on his lap and he listened to the quiet mewling whimpers coming from her mouth. She sat up, leaning back from his body and bracing her hands on his knees. And he watched her slowly humping him. When he touched her exposed clit she hissed and her nails dug into his legs as he groaned. He stroked over the tight swollen peak of her clit and she started panting. The moon was nearly full and bright and he watched her stomach muscles contract as her body tried to curl in and capture her release. When she finally came, he could feel her buttocks tightening against his thighs as she pushed her pelvis up. She couldn’t stop the cry and he leaned swiftly to her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her warmth as she moaned around him. He didn’t let up the pressure on her clit until she was trembling and gasping for breath and only then did he pull her body back close to his and let her settle her head on his shoulder. He gave her little rest before he clutched her hips in his hands, held her hard to his body and started clenching his buttocks, driving himself deep into her. “Dillon!” She gasped his name against his neck. “Tell me you love me.” He whispered in her ear as he drove to her core. “I love you.” She could barely get the words out as he continued driving into her. “Say it again.” “I love you.” He was thrusting hard and fast, holding her hips as tight as he could to his lap. “Don’t stop. Say it again. I want to hear it when I come inside you.” She murmured it against his ear again and again, crying out quietly as he pierced her body. She didn’t stop saying what he needed to hear and when he thrust one final time, clutching hard on her hips and pushing his hips up into her, she started kissing his neck and murmuring the words against his skin. He was spilling himself deep inside her body and he listened to her voice as he pulsed within her. He was left panting against her neck as his body took its time relaxing again. It was many minutes later that he found his voice again. “Lucky girl, keeping this chair in one piece.” He pulled her body to his, feeling her taut nipples against his pecs. He didn’t let go of her body until he felt like his ass might fall asleep and when he lifted her from his lap she led him into the bathroom and pulled him into the shower with her. He kissed her back slowly moving down to her bottom as the warm water cascaded over them. He lifted her foot to the side of the tub and he slid two fingers into her pussy. He could feel his semen and her wetness around his fingers and he plunged while he sucked gentle kisses on the cheeks of her bottom. Her pussy was quivering around his fingers and his dick was already waking up again. He stood behind her, nuzzling against her neck. “I think I’ve gotten a bit too used to having you in my bed. Sleeping alone just doesn’t quite do it for me anymore.” She turned to him, wrapping her arms around him. “I know.” After she was back in her gown and she’d toweled her hair as dry as she could get it, he led her to bed and sat at her hip, watching as she snuggled down under the blankets. He was tempted to crawl in with her, but he was quite certain he’d never leave if he did. Instead, he kissed her. He lingered as his lips tasted hers and his fingers wandered down to her nipples. Her sigh and frustrated moan as her nipples hardened into tight little pebbles was his sign to leave. He grabbed the chair from the balcony, returning it to the desk, kissed her once more and then left her. * * * * * “Dad, where were you last night? I got up and your door was open but you weren’t there.” “Uh, bathroom.” “You were not! I went to the bathroom!” “Oh umm…uh…closet.” Jake snorted and Seth just shook his head. “You’re weird.” They grabbed the toast Molly had just made them and scooted past Katrina who’d just shown up in the doorway. “Closet? Really? You couldn’t have said kitchen?” Molly sat down beside him as Katrina poured herself a cup of coffee. “What about a closet?” Katrina sat on the other side of him, pulling her leg up under her. “Apparently Dillon spent some time in his closet last night and that’s why Seth couldn’t find him in the middle of the night.” Katrina gasped and by the time Dillon looked at her she was already blushing the most incredible shade of pink. Molly laughed and Dillon shook his head. Dillon caught up to Seth before he managed to get out of the house with Jake. “Take a walk with me.” “Okay.” Said more like an annoyed question. Once he and Seth were halfway down the block, Seth peered at him with an expectant expression. Dillon was eating up his daylight after all. “Kat…Ms. Page and I are dating. I wanted you to know.” “No duh.” “Really? No duh?” “Uh, yeah. You brought my teacher to San Francisco with you, you stare at her, she stares at you. That’s what people do when they like each other.” “They stare at each other, huh?” “Yeah, Dad, duh. And they compensate.” “You mean copulate.” “Whatever. I’m taking health class right now and I know about the birds already.” “And the bees too, I assume?” “What bees?” “Yeah. So, you’re okay with it?” “Sure. Ms. Page is cool. She’s way cooler than you are.” “Oh she is, is she?” They strolled on for another minute. Seth was becoming more impatient by the second. “So you know she’s been having some trouble.” “I know something happened to her. I mean somebody hurt her.” Seth suddenly sounded far too mature for thirteen. He sighed a heavy breath. “Is she going to be okay?” “Someone is trying to scare her and we don’t know why and we don’t who but we’re doing everything we can to figure it out. And we’re doing everything we can to protect her.” “Scare her? Dad, I’m not a baby. I know somebody hurt her.” “I know you’re not a baby.” “But why would someone do this to her? She’s nice. She’s a good person. I just don’t understand how anyone could want to hurt her.” “I don’t know why, Seth. What people do to others doesn’t always make sense. I wish it did but it just doesn’t. But you’re right. She doesn’t deserve it. I don’t want you to worry about it though. The police are doing everything they can to figure out who’s trying to hurt her.” “Does the person doing this want to kill her?” His heart hammered in his chest at nothing more than the words. The frightened and confused look on Seth’s face didn’t help his reaction. He couldn’t answer that question honestly without worrying Seth but at the same time, lying wasn’t exactly the approach he wanted to take either. “It’s hard to know what his intent is. We’re not going to let that happen though. Do you understand?” Seth nodded and spaced off for a while as they rounded the far side of the block and headed back around to the house from the other direction. “So, you like… like her, like her? Like you love her, like her?” “Yes I do.” “And she actually likes you too?” Dillon laughed. “She actually loves me too—hard as that obviously is for you to believe.” “That’s cool.” Seth was silent a moment but Dillon knew he had more to say. “She should live with us. She’d be safe with us. She shouldn’t be alone.” “I don’t think she’s ready for that. And I’m not sure you are either. That’s a big deal, Seth.” “You said you love her. That’s what people do when they love each other. They get married, they live together, they have babies, they get old and wrinkly. I mean, you’re already old, Dad.” “You don’t know what old is do you? I’m barely thirty-five.” “So what? You’re going to wait until you’re like really, really old?” “I’m not saying I wouldn’t feel better having her closer but it’s more complicated than just that.” “Then uncomplicate it!” Seth was getting that frustrated edge to his voice. “It’s not my choice! She has to agree to move in and she’s…well, she’s stubborn as a mule.” “It’s stupid. Her being alone is just stupid. She doesn’t even have a house anymore.” “You heard that?” “I heard Aunt Molly and Grandma talking about it last night in the kitchen. You need to make her move in.” Dillon couldn’t agree more but how the hell was he going to do that? He took a deep breath and sighed as they approached the house. Given his audience, Dillon couldn’t help but think the conversation went well. Seth liked Kat. He respected Kat. He understood the importance of caring for someone who needed help and that likely impressed Dillon more than anything else that was said. Seth was a good kid. He always had been and Dillon had always known he was, and not in the my-child-can-do-no-wrong sort of way. Seth could do plenty wrong but he could do a heck of lot more right. That wasn’t to say he didn’t escape from Dillon with Jake as soon as possible exclaiming in a rather juvenile tone, “My dad is totally dating Ms. Page. They’re like, dating, dating.” To which Jake responded, “At least he’s dating. Mom never goes out. I bet they’re like, doing it.” Of course neither boy managed to wait to have the conversation until they were away from the house. Molly was standing by two feet away with her head cocked to the side, chastising with her expression. “That’s totally gross. They’re old. Eww,” Seth exclaimed to Jake’s suggestion. Dillon was watching Molly try hard to glare at the boys when she really just wanted to laugh. The boys didn’t stick around long enough for a lecture and the second they were out the door Molly weighed in. “I do too date. He doesn’t know nothin’.” Dillon chuckled while Molly scowled. “Mom and I are taking Katrina to the spa. You and Dad are in charge of the juveniles. If Jake says ‘doing it’ again feel free to ground him for being an idiot.” “Got it.” Katrina came down the stairs at that moment, smiling shyly at him. “Hey, Kat. You sure you’re up for spa time with Mom and me? My mom plays a wicked game of twenty questions but I’ll run interference for ya—I promise.” “Sure. It sounds great actually.” “Oh and the boys were just talking about how you and Dillon are ‘doing it’ so the cat’s sorta out of the bag with the boys on that one, I’m guessing.” “Well at least they didn’t say ‘box grab,’” Katrina commented dryly as her cheeks started to redden. Molly erupted in laughter and Dillon started shaking his head in mock disapproval. When Katrina looked to him again, his eyebrows shot up tauntingly. The red cheeks turned crimson as he watched and her gaze flitted from his for a moment before looking back. She obviously hadn’t forgotten about their midnight tryst but he certainly hadn’t either and he was just waiting, biding his time as patiently as his dick would allow to get his hands on her again. * * * * * Again unfortunately didn’t happen for the remainder of the trip and come Saturday morning when they were packing up Molly’s Traverse, he’d decided sex deprivation might make him go insane. He simply needed to get his hands on her before he lost his mind. Sadly the closest he got to her was holding her hand as he steered Molly’s car northward. Molly claimed the third row for herself, complaining about already having had to endure driving the boys by herself for a day. The second Dillon reached for her hand there was snorting and sniggering from the second row. Dillon adjusted the rearview mirror, focusing its aim on Seth. “Are you two going to laugh like idiots every time I touch Kat or could you maybe grow up a little?” He smirked and Seth rolled his eyes. “Hey Ms. Page?” She turned to Seth. “You know my dad is like way old, right?” She laughed. “He is way old. There’s no doubt.” “I’m thirty-five! Way old is at least thirty-seven.” “I heard that! And I’m young at heart, jerks!” The voice came from Molly’s body which was buried under a blanket in the back row. Eventually, Seth and Jake got over thinking it was weird that Dillon was holding Kat’s hand in much the same way they’d figured out it was really quite natural that he’d want to kiss her on the cheek occasionally, or kiss her good night. They’d had a few days to deal with it all at his parents’ house and while the sniggering had driven him crazy at first, it had tapered off a bit more every time he touched her, kissed her, whispered something in her ear and even now as they joked about it as they passed out the city limits, the tension was gone. It was just plain funny to junior high boys to laugh at such things. Chapter Twenty-Six Leaving hadn’t been nearly so joyous or filled with laughter—at least not on the adults’ part. Del had nearly sobbed as she pulled Katrina into a tight bear hug. It wasn’t as if he ever questioned whether they’d like her or not—he oddly truly had never questioned it. But it was more that they were worried about her. Hell they were worried about him too. It was clear their lives were wound up tightly together and what was done to her would affect him. Del would have rather Kat and Dillon just moved in, quit their jobs, adopted new identities and hidden from the bad guy for the rest of their lives. She was just that worried and it showed. Del cried, Michael kept his hands on the tops of her shoulders to calm her and reassure her and Katrina sniffed through her own tears as Dillon held her hand. They invited her to visit anytime Dillon came and she nodded. Her jaw was tight with emotion she was trying hard to rein in and he squeezed her hand, kissing her on top of her head. Now they were headed back to their nightmare. He wasn’t ready to go back any more than he supposed she was. The only real benefit was it would be far easier for him to get her into bed at home than it had been at his parents and regardless of the nightmare, it didn’t change his need to consume her or apparently for her to be consumed by him. It was a long day and it was dark by the time they pulled into Molly’s driveway. “Hey, Seth. You should come over for the night after you drop your bags off at your house.” Molly was eyeing Dillon as she spoke to Seth. She’d done it for his benefit and he smiled and nodded at her. “Okay. Is that cool, Dad?” “Sure. I need to get Kat home so she can take care of her actual cat and I might just stay there tonight if you don’t mind.” “Cool. I’ll be down in a few, Aunt Molly.” Seth grabbed his suitcase and started lugging it up the sidewalk the short jaunt to their house. “Thanks, Mol.” He pecked her on the cheek before he grabbed their bags as well. Molly hugged Katrina and told her she’d see her soon and moments later they were headed up the sidewalk, trailing after Seth. He made a quick pit stop in the garage and tossed Kat’s bag in his Tahoe and when he came back inside, he caught on the sound of Kat’s and Seth’s voices from the kitchen. They were comfortable around each other, even more so now than before San Francisco and his heart fluttered as he listened to them for a second, remaining hidden around the corner. They couldn’t see him and he stood still listening. “Maybe you should just move in with us. I know he wouldn’t care. He really, really has a crush on you.” “That’s sweet, Seth but I’m really going to be fine. The police are doing a lot to figure out who is doing this and I’m going to be just fine. I don’t want you to worry about me.” “You love him, so what’s the big deal? I won’t even tell anyone at school.” “That’s not it. I won’t be your teacher after this year and there’s nothing wrong with your father and me dating, but moving in just because he’s worried about me isn’t the right answer.” “That’s crap! For a grownup, you’re not making very smart decisions.” Seth sounded so much like Dillon in that moment that he had a hard time stifling his breath that caught in his throat on a lurch, but their conversation was far too serious for him to interrupt it. He listened to her sigh before she spoke again. “We’ll talk about it another time.” “Fine.” Seth was muttering. It wasn’t until Seth told Katrina he was going that Dillon made his presence known and as he passed Dillon on his way toward the front door he hollered over his shoulder. “Bye, Dad.” “Bye, bud.” Dillon’s eyes followed Seth from the room before returning to Katrina. “Ready, Freddy?” He was forcing himself to smile. He wanted to finish the conversation Seth had started but he didn’t want to start an argument and as though he knew exactly how such a conversation would play out, he was becoming oddly irritated just standing facing her. She’d done nothing wrong but the fact he knew the argument existed whether it was a conversation they were having or not didn’t seem to stifle his mood that was starting to sour. “For you, always.” Her expression was the most understated seductive look he’d ever seen and it slowly eased his tension and pulled him back from the brink of irritation. There was nothing contrived or overt about her response. Just her need that so perfectly matched his etched on her stunning features. He was just as aroused as he was irritated. He inhaled deeply through his nose, knowing well she wouldn’t miss the calming breaths and he approached her. Her eyes were hooded and as she glanced up at him, he knew instantly he’d made a mistake allowing himself to be so close to her after half a week of restraint. He shook his head, forcing himself to step back before he ate her alive. “We have to leave now before I drag you upstairs.” She chuckled warmly and he kept shaking his head. “You think I’m kidding.” And he grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the garage before he could change his mind and deprive Kitty more than the poor old animal had already been deprived of her owner. Chapter Twenty-Six Walking into Imogen’s house was depressing. She loved Imogen’s home but her week of normalcy was over and it was back to crazy town now. She wasn’t ready. Dillon walked up to the patrol officer’s car with her. He shouldn’t and she told him as much but he wouldn’t hear of her even walking that short distance alone. Oddly she knew damn well she’d have been anxious the entire way and she couldn’t help but be relieved he was near her. The officer confirmed it had been a quiet week and moments after returning to the house Katrina’s cell phone rang. It was Smith and she groaned as she contemplated not answering. “Heard you’re back in town. Everything going okay?” “Yeah. I just got back.” He already knew that of course. She wasn’t stupid. The patrol officer was a snitch and that pipeline led one place—to Smith and Terrell. It was a risk to Dillon, but whatever wasn’t these days? Dillon seemed to be refusing to worry about that risk. He left his Tahoe in the driveway rather than pulling into the garage—not that it could do much good at this point and he very obviously intended to stay the night. It was probably more accurate to say he was passively aggressively telling Seattle PD to go fuck themselves. “Well, nothing much to report on our end. We’re still running down some leads from the list of contracting companies you gave us. There’s one in particular we’re interested in talking to. Plumber that popped up on an invoice from over a year ago. We’re having a hard time tracking him down and given the access he had to the interior of your home, and more specifically your bathroom, it makes sense to look at him closely. We’re also still looking at your student Josh Grant but we’re striking out with him too. There’s just not much history on him. We’ll keep you posted.” She thanked the man before he let her go and when she disconnected, she looked down at Kitty who was staggering around her ankles. Dillon was just coming back in from fetching her bag from the Tahoe and as he rounded into the kitchen, setting her bag on the floor, he smirked and she shivered at the heat in his expression. “That’s a nice rug Imogen has.” He was eyeing the red one on the kitchen floor. It was nice. Of course it was. It likely cost more than Kat made in a month. “Uh…yes. I suppose it is. Umm, were you in the market for a rug or something?” “No.” He smiled. It was the lascivious one that made it clear there was only one thing he was in the market for. “It looks comfortable enough.” “For?” She was getting nervous. “For your hands and knees.” And she was getting wet. Her focus shifted to the rug for a moment before returning to him. She could feel a flush creeping into her cheeks, creeping over every inch of her skin for that matter. He watched her carefully, calmly. She knew he was ravenous. The glint in his eye betrayed his well-controlled composure but there was a seriousness to his expression too that confused her. His arms were crossed on his chest and his head was set at a casual angle regarding her, but his eyes were on fire. Katrina didn’t wait for an invitation. She slipped her shirt off over her head and his lips parted as his attention was drawn down to her breasts. She unclasped her bra and let it slide from her arms. His eyes fluttered as they stayed glued to her chest but when her fingers moved to the waist of her jeans, his gaze dropped farther and his breathing became ragged. She dropped her pants and underwear to the floor and when she approached him, she slipped her hands up under his t-shirt. It incited a quiet moan and his stomach muscles started twitching and contracting under her palms. When she suddenly pulled her hands from him, she was really just teasing him. She was actually incredibly nervous. There was one part of her that knew there was no reason for her fear but then there was the part, the part with decorum and modesty, that knew she was being far too brazen not to be terrified. She turned from him and as she stepped onto the rug, she sank to her knees and then dropped down to her hands. He was standing behind her and as she listened to him release a slow and deep breath that sounded as much a groan as anything, she dropped her chest to the soft surface of the rug, angling her ass up even farther. She parted her knees and the “oh fuck, Katrina” that he uttered in a desperate voice, gave her the only ounce of nerve she needed to hold her position. She listened to the quiet rustle of fabric as he slipped his shirt off, dropping it softly to the floor. The sound of him kneeling behind her sent warmth pulsing through her body and wetness settling between the lips of her sex. When his fingers trailed up the back of her thighs, her knees started shaking. It did not go unnoticed and he shushed her as his fingers kept creeping slowly toward her bottom. She could feel every touch and she didn’t need to see what his fingers were doing to know exactly what was happening. She closed her eyes, soaking in the touch and imagining his searing eyes studying her body as he enticed her further into what he wanted. When his lips met her bottom, she cried out in surprise. At first it was sweet, suctioning kisses along the cheeks, but then his teeth nipped. It was controlled and every time he clamped down, an aroused ragged breath was released from his throat as though it was as much his pleasure as hers. He gripped her cheeks, spreading them and letting his thumbs gently glide down over her anus. “I had thought…” She gasped at the sound of his voice, so entranced by his touch she forgot he could actually speak. “That I might be entirely too desperate to get inside you to be gentle, to go slow.” He bit as she flinched and groaned. His tongue flicked over the skin he held between his teeth and she cried out again. She was just waiting for her wetness to drip. She’d be mortified but she was falling apart so easily. “But now that I see you so prone and willing there’s no way I can rush this.” She felt a finger run up between the lips of her sex, gliding gently through her moisture and he hummed as his finger delved, stroking but not penetrating. His finger started swirling around her clit, circling the swollen peak of nerves. His touch was neither light nor harsh—the perfect pressure to drive her nerves insane with want quickly. He pushed up, forcing the hood back to expose the most sensitive of those nerves, and as the pad of a finger brushed gently over the spot, she shrieked and the tops of her feet kicked against the floor in rapid succession as she fought the need to collapse. She started begging as her muscles tightened and quivered. His warm chuckle was the only response she received but when he increased the pressure just marginally, her knees slid apart and her thighs trembled. She fell apart and orgasmed with her tush pushed high in the air and her muscles quivering. She was nearly ready to collapse, but a new rush of electric desire coursed through her when she heard the zipper of his pants being lowered, and she groaned loudly in anticipation. She was fighting to stay in place as her muscles begged her to crumple but he closed in on her body from behind and his hand reached around her side, down her stomach and to clutch her sex, holding her in position as her trembling muscles finally got a reprieve. His fingers parted her lips and when the head of his cock pushed gently against her opening his breath started lurching against her neck. His chest was to her back, his hand next to hers on the floor as his other framed her pussy, feeling his dick push past her splayed lips. “Fuck, that is nice.” He muttered as he pushed and her body accommodated his size. When he groaned, it was against her ear, and when he cursed as he hit her depths, it was uttered with his lips to her neck. He humped, rolling his hips into her bottom and as his breathing started to lurch and catch in his throat, he released his hold on her sex, righted his posture and gripped her hips tightly in his hands. He jerked her back to his groin as he thrust and it sent spasms of deep aching pleasure through her core. He used her hips, snapping them roughly back as he slammed into her body. It was harsh and it was passionate and the moment she felt it was nearing too much, he held her hips to him, grinding hard against her as she moaned. “I want you in my home.” He plunged deep within her and she cried out. “Say you’ll stay with me.” She was gasping as he slowly withdrew. “I can’t.” She whimpered as he pulled from her entirely. This was not the time to piss him off but there was no chance it wouldn’t. “You can. Stay with me.” His voice had gone from seductive to demanding with this utterance and he let the head of his cock gently brush between her lips, refusing to enter her. “Please.” She didn’t care if she sounded needy and pathetic. “Stay with me.” His voice was louder and the demand was getting vicious. He pushed and the head popped past her lips but there he stilled. The controlled movement of his body was a complete dichotomy to the desperate and growling tone of his voice. “Dillon, fuck.” She was whimpering, waiting for more but he was still and tormenting her. “Stay with me.” He pulled back out again and she started whimpering again. She wanted so much to give in. She wanted to be nowhere but with him—his home, his life, his everything—but she knew there was a damn good reason she couldn’t say yes even if she was having a hard time remembering what it was at the moment. “I can’t. Please.” She was gasping. He rubbed the head of his cock over her clit and she hissed as her nerves were set on fire. “Stay with me.” His voice was low and she didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were searing into the back of her skull, unrelenting in their intensity. She shook her head and he released her hips. She listened in frustration as he stood and walked around to kneel in front of her. She pushed herself up to her hands and came face-to-face with his hand wrapped around his dick. He was slowly gliding his hand up the glistening-wet shaft. “Say yes. That’s all you have to do.” “Dammit, Dillon.” She tried to glare at him but her eyes dropped back to his erection and his hand that was moving enticingly over it. “Say yes and I’ll stop torturing you. I want you so fucking much, but I need this.” She glanced up to his eyes. They were dark, hooded, dangerously demanding. When she righted her body and sat back on her heels, his breath was released in a frustrated huff. She understood that frustration though for far different reasons. He wasted no time snaking his hand between her legs and plunging three fingers into her pussy. He was pushing, stretching and forcing her body to accept his touch as her insides trembled and contracted around him. Her breath lurched and gasped as his fingers pushed and pulled and his eyes held hers fiercely. “Stay. With. Me.” He was speaking through gritted teeth and he looked angry even though he was hard, long and looked two seconds from mauling her. “Dillon—“ “No! Say it! Fuck, Katrina! Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?” He was practically yelling and his jaw was tight. He was panting as much as she was. His fingers moved within her. However harsh his demeanor, his fingers were slowly bringing her close to her breaking point and she reached out to his upper arms to steady herself as her stomach muscles started to contract, pleading with her to double over and give into the desire. “Oh God…” She should have seen it coming. He pulled his fingers from her, leaving her panting and moaning on her knees in front of him. “How long are we going to do this, Kat? You belong with me.” His hand, wet from her body, reached out to grip her cheek, pulling her mouth toward him. He kissed. And then he kissed again. He claimed her lips over and over and she leaned toward his body. When he finally finished with her lips, he dropped his forehead to hers. “Please. I’m begging you. I can’t have you anywhere but with me.” His fingers that were on her neck behind her ear, curled against her skin as his thumb brushed gently against her cheek. She nodded. She could feel her forehead wrinkling even as she agreed. She didn’t know how to feel about what she was agreeing to and so she stared at his chest and took a deep breath. Her arousal wasn’t forgotten, not in the least, but she was stunned, terrified of what she was willing to do for him—what she was willing to do for him regardless of what might happen to him as a result. His hand dropped from her cheek as he studied her and it wasn’t until he reached to her chin and tilted her head up that she took in his expression—still serious and guarded. “We’re a whole. Do you understand? We don’t do separate anymore.” She nodded again. Her face had fallen—she could feel her muscles slack and shocked. Her emotions were roiling and running through her but she couldn’t seem to get a handle on them. Relief, fear, guilt, anger, happiness and all within the same nanosecond of time. It left her feeling overwhelmed and confused. She was beaten. She was surrendered. When Dillon sat back on his feet, she relaxed back on to hers too. They stared at each other. Her lips were parted as she fought to grasp what was happening. His expression was unreadable. He just watched. He waited. Waited for her to renege, waited for her to argue, who knows —but she could see the distrust swimming behind his expression. When he opened his mouth to speak, she sucked in a nervous breath. “Believe it or not, it’s not hard for me to see this from your perspective. I get it. But I need you to start seeing it from my perspective too and you’ve been doing a damn good job focusing on how our relationship is affecting you—your worry, your guilt.” He studied her silently as his words sunk in. “I’ve had to endure your comments, your worry for Seth and I, the guilt I catch on your face constantly. I’ve had to endure that, wondering when it would become too much for you. I know what’s going on in your mind but you don’t seem to have a fucking clue what’s going on in mine.” His voice was even and controlled as he spoke but there was no missing the quiet aggression in his tone. He let out a deep sigh as he stood from the floor, offering her his hand. She took it. He walked with her silently to the stairs and as she stepped up the first, a tremor ran up her spine to tingle in her brain. It was that same warm electric feeling that consumed her whenever he touched her and she grasped for a briefest of moments just how much she owned him and how much he owned her too. It might look like nothing more than his fingers clasping hers from the outside in but from the inside, it was a powerful thing. She rounded to him and kissed him. She held his face to hers, not wanting to feel even the least bit of separation between them. His hands gripped her waist and she groaned into his mouth. When she kissed along his jaw, she could hear the subtlest sound of him swallowing and when she reached his ear, she kissed him one more time. “I love you.” She pulled back to see him watching her with a slightly stunned expression on his face. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be selfish.” Tears were pricking her eyes and she blinked them back furiously as his brow furrowed. “There’s not a selfish bone in your body. But I need you to understand me.” She nodded. He stared at her, none of the seriousness lost for many long moments that left her biting her lip waiting for him. When his lips pulled up in a very small seductive smile, she relaxed. “Now how about we make up and finish what we started in the kitchen —perhaps in the bedroom this time? It’s going to be the last night I make love to you here. I intend to have you in my bedroom come tomorrow night.” He kissed her before smacking her ass as she turned from him. She might not have known what to think about what she’d just managed to agree to against her better judgment but that didn’t mean the idea of sharing his bed again wasn’t intoxicating. They ended up in the same position he had her in on the kitchen floor. He was behind her, pushing into her body. He pulled and plunged over and over, hitting her depths every time. He pounded hard until she was gasping and could only barely manage to brace her body with her hands. Her knees left the mattress with every swift jerk of her hips and she was being so thoroughly used by him that she simply shut her eyes and let her body take from him every ounce of pleasure he was giving. It was a ceaseless pace that eventually ended with him lying nearly on top of her collapsed body as his seed seeped around his still-imbedded cock. She was panting like an animal and her skin was clammy and tingling. His breath warmed the back of her neck and she lost track of just how long they stayed still and panting before he finally lifted himself from her and pulled her into his arms. Katrina rolled to her back and Dillon stared down at her. His eyes were intense and dark and it was only when he finally reached a hand to her cheek and caressed her skin that his expression finally softened and he offered a subtle smirk. “Stay with me.” “Yes.” “Is it what you want?” “Of course it is. That was never the problem.” He smiled gently. “The problem belongs to both of us and we’ll deal with it together.” Chapter Twenty-Seven She was talking on the phone as she rinsed vegetables in the sink. He was trying to follow the directions she’d given him before she decided to pick up the phone and left him to his own devices. The scrunched brow and shocked look she gave him when he stabbed a garlic clove with the tip of the spoon she’d handed him was enough to get her off the phone. “Imogen, I’ve got to let you go. Dillon’s trying to ruin dinner.” She hung up quickly, snatching the spoon from him and using the curved outer surface of the spoon to crush the clove on the cutting board. Who knew you could do such things? “Seriously, Dillon?” He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck as Seth walked in the room cradling Kitty like a baby and scratching her belly. “Ms. Page, your cat’s weird.” “You know you can call me Katrina or Kat even. And yes, I know she is.” “Katrina sounds funny.” “Just in general or just calling me Katrina?” “Uh, you Katrina.” She laughed and Seth shrugged. He made fun of the poor cat constantly—it was hard not to—but Seth had taken to the old lady immediately. Katrina had been with them for nearly two weeks. Kitty was sleeping in Seth’s room already and Katrina was sleeping in Dillon’s—just where she belonged. He’d never been happier Seth slept with his TV on. He’d never been able to indulge in her so completely and so constantly and he had no intention of slowing down with her. Stephens, Katrina and he had moved her car from the parking garage to Stephens’ outbuilding for storage the last Sunday of spring break. It wasn’t a forever solution but they weren’t going to be doing anything to make it easy for their perp to find her. Dillon had an unlisted phone number and he’d been smart enough to value his privacy when he bought his home. His and Molly’s homes were owned by a trust they’d set up to protect their identities. Dillon had always seen it as sensible for his profession. Molly always thought he was just crazy but they’d grown up understanding the world was a scary place and their father had instilled the importance of anonymity and protecting their privacy. The alarm system was installed the Monday after Katrina had moved in and he’d had floodlights installed on all the exterior doors. He didn’t care if it was overkill. There was nothing he wasn’t going to do to protect his family. He drove Katrina to school every morning and Molly took the boys separately. He didn’t want the man seeing Kat and Seth together. Imogen drove Katrina downtown every day after school to some predetermined building and either he or Stephens would pick her up inside an attached parking garage. They switched it up regularly so she couldn’t be easily followed. It was all a bit cat and mouse but until they could safely do anything different, they were going to be cautious, more than cautious. Smith and Terrell were still at it with their leads and they’d also still not managed to get their hands on the plumber they were interested in. Dillon was attracting attention at the precinct too but he’d expected it. Chief Greenwood had called him to his office only three days into the week following spring break. The conversation had been strained to say the least. “So do you have anything you need to tell me?” Greenwood was eying him suspiciously. Dillon shook his head slowly. Having made the decision to put Katrina ahead of his job had liberated him to some degree. He couldn’t even say he really feared what might happen to his career. He was willing to accept it and so the man in front of him really couldn’t do much to threaten Dillon. “I don’t. Do you have anything you need to tell me?” “Don’t be a smartass, Adler. You’re a good detective, but I don’t need the attitude.” Then he studied him. “And how’s Ms. Page doing?” “And why are you asking me?” “Oh I don’t know. I suppose because you’re fucking her.” He stared impassively at Greenwood. He said nothing. He didn’t deny or confirm what the man was saying, and once Greenwood’s face started burning in anger, he pushed it just a bit further. “I’d say you’d have to ask her how she’s doing.” “And why’s that?” He held his composure calmly. “Because I’m not her so I couldn’t possibly answer that question. Perhaps check with Smith and Terrell.” “Smith and Terrell don’t even know where she’s living. I don’t suppose you know anything about that?” “Well, I heard the poor woman’s house burned down. Might explain why she’s homeless.” “Oh, I don’t think she’s homeless at all.” Greenwood was glaring at him. “Well, I’m glad to hear that. I quite respect Ms. Page and I’d hate to think of her without a roof over her head.” “So you don’t know where she’s living then?” “Again these are really questions for Ms. Page. Not the detective you removed from her case. I surely can’t be expected to keep tabs on ex-witnesses now can I?” Greenwood’s lips were pursed together in a tight line. His hands were clasped on his desktop and he was leaning forward, studying Dillon with an intense expression. “What would your father think, I wonder, about your recent behavior?” “My father knows everything about my life and remarkably he’s still quite fond of me. Chief, I really do have some work to do. Is there anything else you’d like to ask about?” “I don’t like being lied to.” “And yet you’ve not asked a single pointed question and you’re allowing me to sidestep each and every one. Unless you really want me to be honest, I’d be careful what you ask. I should tell you my life is exactly as I mean it to be. There’s nothing anyone can say to me that would sway my responsibilities and focus.” “That sounded dangerously like a threat.” “I can’t imagine. You’re the only one in this room with the capacity to threaten anyone.” “I’m only concerned.” “I appreciate that.” Dillon stood and turned to the door. “Is it worth it?” Dillon paused without looking back. “I wouldn’t waste my time doing anything that wasn’t.” And then he left. He took his time walking back to his desk. He wasn’t lying when he said Greenwood had been easy on him. He’d not asked a single question Dillon couldn’t easily avoid answering. Dillon hadn’t even had to lie to get out of his office and not once did Greenwood hold his feet to the fire. He could have point-blank asked Dillon if he was sleeping with Katrina and yet he didn’t. There was no mistaking the man was livid at the position Dillon was putting him in, but there was also no mistaking the man was holding back. In the nearly week and half since then though Greenwood had said nothing further to him. Dillon and Stephens had other cases they were working and when they’d give Greenwood an update on one thing or another the man studied Dillon curiously at best. It had been a stagnant two weeks since Katrina moved in and Dillon was restless. It was insane that her case was dragging on so long, but it was what it was. The man was just patient—incredibly fucking patient. When the phone rang as Katrina was standing at the stove, Dillon answered. It was Stephens. “Just got off the phone with Terrell. Her creepy-ass student checks out. He’s not been in class because he dropped out of her class. But he had an airtight alibi on the night her house was set on fire and the night she was attacked in the parking garage. He was out of town visiting a grandparent the night she was attacked and he was working the night her home was set on fire. It’s not him. He’s a total fucking fruitcake but he’s not a psychopath—at least he’s not our psychopath.” “Good to know. I’ll make sure Kat knows.” Her eyes flashed to his and he walked up behind her, gripping her hip with his free hand. “Crazy student checks out.” He murmured against her ear before returning to Stephens. “But we still have a missing plumber with a background that’s getting more interesting by the day.” “Oh yeah? Tell me.” “His name is Clint Lathrop. He only worked for this particular contractor for about six months. He quit with no notice the week after Kat was first attacked in her home. Could be coincidence, but we don’t like coincidences, now do we? His address on file turned out to be false and the people who do reside there have never seen the man before. A criminal background check showed up nothing for the state of Washington but you’ll never guess what they hit on in the state of South Dakota.” “What?” “Stalking charge. And the victim was a young teacher. Could be he’s got a hot-for-teacher complex, could be some weird retaliation for Ms. South Dakota—who by the way is alive and well. But here’s another thing. Ms. South Dakota had gone out with Mr. Stalker a few times before she decided she just wasn’t so into him and when I pulled her driver’s license pic, there’s a resemblance. It’s not striking but it was enough to give me the heebie-jeebies. Struck me because our perp made a comment about Kat being a tease or you’re all teases, something along those lines on one of his phone messages.” “Hmm.” Dillon was far too focused on the story to say much else. “Could be the man fled South Dakota after he was released, took a job in Seattle, came across Kat by coincidence, saw the resemblance, discovered she was a teacher—which may have increased his draw to her —and she became a way for him to retaliate. And one other thing. Dude’s got a vandalism charge on his record for setting a fire in a trash can on Ms. South Dakota’s front lawn. Pyro-fruitloop perhaps?” “He sounds promising. And Smith and Terrell are tracking with your train of thought?” “Yeah. They’re on this man like a stripper on a rich man’s lap.” “Huh. Just made that up, didn’t ya?” “Fuck off. I’m off. Think we just need to keep doing what we’re doing until they can get their hands on this wackjob. I feel good about this lead. Now they just need to find the douche fucker.” “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.” When he hung up, Katrina was watching him while she stirred something that smelled Asian in the pan. He’d never eaten so well in his life. The girl could cook—she could also fuck. Two of his favorite needs in the world were being satisfied constantly and the fact he was in love with her too made him feel like the luckiest man on the planet. When he hung up, she moved the pan off the heat and turned to face him. “I saw a picture of the plumber. Smith asked me if I recognized him, remembered him.” “And did you?” She nodded. “Can’t say the man made much of an impression. I mean, I remember him but that’s about the most I can say of him. I don’t really remember talking to him or anything beyond just recognizing him really.” She was biting the inside of her cheek as she stared at his chest for a moment. “I remember him just being—I don’t know—normal.” “Normal can be deceptive sometimes. We just have to be careful. A nondescript face won’t help us notice this guy if he gets close to us.” It wasn’t two days later that the love of his life decided to challenge that bit of advice. Chapter Twenty-Eight “Sorry, sweetie. Stephens is running down a lead on one of our cases and I’m going to be stuck on a call with the DA for a while. I could have Smith or Terrell meet you somewhere downtown and take you home?” “No. It’s not a big deal. Imogen’s right here and she said she doesn’t have anything going on. We’re going to hang out here for a while and work on the scenery for her spring play. The school stays pretty busy with after-school activities for a couple hours. The ball diamond and the soccer field will be hopping and there will be people around. We’ll just hang ‘til later. How about six o’clock? Will that give you enough time?” “Yeah, babe. I’ll see you in a bit. Have fun with the scenery.” “It’s Our Town . There’s not really that much to do. Also means there’s not much for us to screw up.” “Love ya.” “Love you too.” “Aren’t you two just so adorable? You’re going to marry him aren’t you?” Imogen’s brow was up as she waited for Kat’s response. “If he asks, absolutely.” “I’m going to be your maid of honor.” Katrina busted out laughing. Only Imogen could get away with simply demanding the role. “Of course, Imogen. And what of your other demands?” “Well I’d like to wear a wedding dress too.” “No.” “Why not? I may never get married and if I’m going to take on the responsibility of planning your wedding I don’t think it’s too much to ask.” “Planning! Who said anything about planning?” “Oh, love, come on. Obviously out of the two of us I could definitely plan a better wedding than you. Everyone knows that.” “They do?” “Sure. You’re, well, how do I put this delicately—you’re not very creative.” “That’s not true!” “I’m in the arts and you’re, well—you help kids read.” “You’re a junior high art teacher and drama coach. You must be kidding.” “Honey, I can’t help that I’m more talented than you.” They were sitting on the stage in the auditorium and she was ready to roll off the stage as she laughed at Imogen. She ended up lying on her back as her stomach heaved and she fought to catch her breath. “Oh, Imogen.” She pushed herself back up to sit. “You’ve lost your mind.” “I have. There’s no doubt about it.” When Imogen reached out and clasped her wrist suddenly, Katrina jumped and yelped at the surprise. “I have a crush on your cop.” “You know it’s poor form to crush on my boyfriend, right? I mean, did you really miss that day of friendship school?” “Not him! The other one. The one who doesn’t smile and who’s kind of scary and who scowls at me when I talk and then tells me I need to speak English if I’m going to live here, as though my people didn’t invent the language.” She was watching Katrina with a wistful expression on her face. Katrina wasn’t wistful in the least—she was shocked and when she burst out laughing Imogen threw a roll of tape at her. “Oh shit.” She was trying to talk through her hysterical laughter. “I need a drink. That revulsion…” She erupted into laughter. “Divulsion! It’s not a word but I don’t care. That deserves a drink.” “Hell yes it does. It’s hard to secretly pine after someone who’s mean to you and doesn’t seem to understand a word of what you say. I mean, I’m from Kensington for God’s sake. It’s not as though I’ve got a bloody Cockney accent.” “Oh I’m sure you can hold your own. Really? Stephens?” “He’s handsome in a roguish sort of way.” He was in his own way. Katrina had always thought so and now that she actually liked the man, she had no problem seeing the draw. But Imogen? That was a hard one to wrap her head around. Imogen was something of a snob. Perhaps not with her poor best friend but when it came to men…well, there were expectations to say the least. She’d once ended a date because the man didn’t cover his nose with the crook of his elbow when he sneezed. Apparently the poor man had allergies and after three sneezes that he’d had the gall to stop with his hand, she’d made her excuses and spent the next hour complaining to Katrina on the phone. Hell, Stephens couldn’t even go one sentence without dropping the f- bomb but, seeing as Imogen usually couldn’t either when they were out of school, perhaps Katrina was judging too harshly. “Well Godspeed and all that. Now I really do need a drink.” She looked around the darkened auditorium for a moment. “We could. That little Mexican place we tried a year ago is on the way and they make fab fresh-made margaritas. We have to go that way anyway. It’s always busy.” Katrina was rationalizing and Imogen was watching her expectantly, waiting for her to completely talk them both into it. It really was as safe as anywhere. Hell, they were more alone in the school than they would be there and it was on the way. It had been entirely too many months since she and Imogen had gone on a margarita run. “Okay. One drink. Two max and Dillon should be ready by the time we finish anyway. And hell, I’m hungry. I want nachos. He wouldn’t want me to starve now would he?” “If you get in trouble I’m telling him it was all your idea.” “The very fact you just said ‘get in trouble’ makes me want a drink all the more. Since when have I let other people make these decisions for me? I’m not being reckless. It’s totally safe there. Busy is better and this place is always packed. Right?” Imogen nodded. Katrina was trying very hard to talk herself into it and she recognized it full well but, damn, she was convincing and she believed every word margarita-Kat was telling her. “Let’s go before I change my mind.” They left as they always did at the end of the day to Imogen’s car parked in the parking lot. The lot butted up against the sports field and it was still busy with kids yelling and coaches doing the same. They pulled out as they always did and they even took the very same streets headed toward downtown they always did. It was easy for Katrina to convince herself and believe wholeheartedly this was any other day. They pulled into the restaurant parking lot, seeing it full as they expected it to be. They parked close and waited five minutes for the staff to clear a table by a window that would allow them to keep Imogen’s car in sight. It was insane just how good she’d gotten at being conscious of her surroundings at all times and she wasn’t letting her guard down. They kept Imogen’s car in the periphery the hour they were there. She managed two margaritas and they might have just been the best margaritas she’d even tasted. When they stood to leave, she reached for her purse hanging on the back of her chair and they walked from the restaurant no worse for wear. They sat in Imogen’s car for a few minutes, laughing about some random Imogen comment and when they pulled from the parking lot, the clock said their timing was impeccable. Katrina popped a piece of gum in her mouth, pushing away the pang of guilt quickly and when Imogen pulled into the parking garage to drop Kat off on the fifth floor as agreed upon, her nerves left her heart racing for a moment but she pushed them aside too. He was standing by his Tahoe, looking beautiful and tall and an incredible rush of warmth washed through her, pushing away her minor indiscretion entirely never to be seen or heard from again. It was just a drink. A long-overdue drink with her best friend, all cautions heeded and her security and safety never far from her mind. “Hi.” He smirked. She loved his smirk. It was a sexy thing seeing his lip pull up in that way. She loved those lips and she especially loved watching them. She enjoyed what he did with them even more and his smirk was a reminder of just how good he was at doing things with that mouth. “Hi.” She waved to Imogen as she pulled away from them and she pounced. There was no denying even two margaritas had been enough to light a fire in her already-healthy libido and now that he was within her reach, she wasn’t going to be keeping her hands off him. She kissed, she thrust her tongue between his lips as he gasped in surprise but he had quite a healthy libido too and her kiss turned to their kiss very fast. His tongue ran over hers as he pushed her body back to the side of his Tahoe. She could feel his arousal hard against her stomach through his pants and her mind was trying to figure out how exactly she could convince him to screw her in a parking garage. When he pulled back from her, holding her at arm’s length, he chuckled. “What’s gotten into you tonight?” That damn smirk again. “Nothing at all but I’m hoping you can rectify that quickly.” It wasn’t really Katrina’s style to be seductive but she was sure as hell trying her hand at it tonight. “Home.” She moaned at his word and he chuckled again. “You’re no fun.” He laughed. “I’m a cop. That does not mean I can’t get arrested for misbehaving in public. Now get in the car. You’re just slowing me down and I apparently have to rectify your emptiness.” They drove in silence. It was dark out and her body was relaxed and content. It was the kind of peace she missed from her old life. She never used to worry about her safety—not ever. Not that it wasn’t worth worrying about but there wasn’t a reason to and so she didn’t. The quiet surrounding her now with him sitting strong and silent beside her reminded her very much of the security she used to feel in her life. The only difference was he shared it with her. As he turned the car off once he’d pulled into the garage and closed the garage door behind him, he turned to her. “So I noticed you wore a skirt today.” “I did. I wasn’t aware you had a thing for skirts.” She turned on the seductive again and he smiled. “I don’t have any particular preference one way or the other, but seeing as I can get my dick under your skirt, I do have an interest in it at the moment.” “So…” He leaned toward her, giving her no chance to fully respond before his hand pushed up under the fabric, slipped past the leg of her underwear and started toying with her already-wet sex. She gasped and groaned and the second he gave her even one moment to contemplate, she launched herself into his lap as he chuckled. She undid the button and lowered the zipper of his pants and he pushed the waist of his underwear down as his cock sprang free. He was as aroused as she was and when she gripped the shaft, he hissed and reached between her legs again, plunging his finger into her. It didn’t take him long to abandon her body to lift her hips and force her down over his erection. His lips met hers and he pulled her hips tight to him, sealing their bodies together as she focused on relaxing around his deep penetration. Their movements were restricted and subtle but she squeezed hard around him as he started clenching his buttocks and pushing himself deeper. He nipped at her neck as he pushed into her and when she fell apart he was right on her heels, groaning with his mouth to her ear. He stroked her back and she snuggled into his neck as they relaxed into each other and it wasn’t until his phone vibrated in his pocket that he finally lifted his head from her neck and she sat up straight. “Hey, Seth.” He sounded breathy as he answered. “Tomorrow? Yeah that’s fine I guess. I have to go to the precinct for a while late morning so I can’t go but as long Molly is with you boys and you’re somewhere busy, I’m fine with it.” His brow was furrowed though and she could see worry regardless. “Love you too, bud. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” He hung up. “Kite Festival tomorrow at Magnuson.” “I could go too if you want me to.” “I don’t. No offense.” He looked nervous about what he wanted to say and she guessed what it was before he even opened his mouth. “They’re safer without you. There’s no evidence suggesting our guy even knows you live here, much less who Seth, Molly or Jake are. I’d like to keep it that way.” She nodded. Of course it made sense. It also made her feel guilty. “Someday, baby. Someday we won’t have to worry about any of it. I promise.” She climbed from his lap as he slipped from her body and she held her hand out to him as she stood by the driver’s door. Someday . Someday she wouldn’t feel guilty anymore. Someday she could have a real life with this man. He woke her that night as he kissed her naked shoulder. He nuzzled into her neck, purring a warm seductive hum against her skin. “I want to marry you.” He whispered it from behind her as his lips met her ear. She stared straight ahead into the dark as her heart rate started to soar. She was in heaven just listening to his words and a smile pulled her lips up despite everything wrong with what he was saying. Actually his words and desire were perfect—it was her life that was so wrong. “Someday.” She whispered and he pulled her close, tightening his arms around her. He understood what she was saying. She didn’t question that for a moment. Chapter Twenty-Nine He was willing to accept someday. Someday meant yes. It meant when the crazy was behind them, yes. He liked yes. When his cell phone rang as they were making a late breakfast the next morning, he had to peel his eyes from her body. He loved watching her in the kitchen. There was something so sexy about seeing her cook. She’d lick her fingers to taste—that was nice. She’d bite her lips as she measured something out in a measuring cup and she’d hum while she putzed about. “What’s up, Seth?” “We just got here.” “Good.” “Why didn’t Kat just call us for a ride? I mean she could have just rode with us. I didn’t know she wanted to go.” “She didn’t want to go. Who said she wanted to go?” “She did. She just texted me. She’s supposed to be here any second. I’m meeting her at the Brig.” “Wait, what?” He stood straight up from his place slouched against the counter and he turned to her. “Kat, where’s your phone?” “In my purse.” “Get it.” Then to Seth, he spoke. “Seth, are you at the Brig alone? Where’s Molly?” “Dad, what’s going on?” “Seth, listen to me. You have to—” “Dude! Watch out!” Seth hollered to someone in the background and Dillon fought to swallow as his panic started to set in. “Some a-hole just tried to plow me over, Dad.” “Seth—” But before Dillon could say anything further, he heard another voice. “Hey, kid. You okay? That jerk almost took you out!” “I know, right?” Dillon could tell by the distant sound of Seth’s voice that his phone was no longer near his ear and Dillon was stuck unable to do anything to get his attention. Panic was no longer something he could control and near desperate to get his attention, he yelled into his phone as Katrina’s eyes widened and she clutched at her chest when she heard Dillon’s voice. “Seth!” “Dillon, I can’t find my phone.” His eyes flashed to hers and she was waiting expectantly for him to say something to her. Just then his landline rang. “I’ll get it.” She moved quickly to answer. “Guy just plowed through the building on his bike. Seriously?” Dillon heard his son speaking to the stranger and when he glanced up at Katrina, he saw her brow furrowing and a quizzical confused expression on her face. “Dillon, it sounds like Seth. I thought—” “Seth!” Desperate didn’t even come close to the blind panic that was taking over Dillon’s body. “Put it on speaker, Kat.” She looked shocked. She couldn’t possibly even know why she was shocked and she was trembling at nothing more than Dillon’s fear. When she reached to the speaker button on the phone console, her hand froze as she studied the console. “Dillon, it’s my phone number on caller ID.” Her voice trailed off. He hit the speaker button on his cell phone as Kat finally pressed the same button on the console and he set his phone on the counter. “No doubt. I saw it, buddy. Some kids can be so rude.” The stranger’s voice was echoing through both phones. The delay was off slightly and it was a haunting sound that made the stranger’s voice sound as though it were coming from every direction. Dillon sank against the counter as the realization of exactly what was happening hit him. His head hit his hands as he braced his elbows on either side of his cell phone and he just stared. “What’s your name, kid?” “Seth!” He knew Seth couldn’t hear him but it still didn’t stop him from trying to get his attention. “Uh…I don’t give my name out to people I don’t know. Sorry, dude.” “Nah, it’s cool. I get it. Too many psychos out there, huh, Seth?” The stranger’s voice had turned taunting and Dillon’s blood ran cold. He was gasping for air. “Oh my God.” Katrina moaned. “What did you say?” Seth’s voice was loaded with suspicion. He didn’t sound frightened but it didn’t mean Dillon wasn’t terrified. “Who the fuck are you?” “Just a friend of Kat’s. You make sure to tell her I said hi, won’t you?” And then there was dead silence for a moment. Seth was saying nothing and when the stranger started to whistle Katrina whimpered. The whistling grew more and more distant from Dillon’s cell phone while remaining strong from the console and Seth remained silent. “Dad? Dad?” He snatched his cell up from the counter. “Seth? Jesus, are you okay?” “Dad, I think it was him.” “You get away from him now. If you’re inside, you get out. You find people. You get out in the open. Now! And you scream your ass off if you see him again.” “Okay.” Seth’s voice was a whisper. They were silent, listening to the quiet rustling and shuffling coming through the cell phone. “I see Molly.” Dillon started breathing again. “Get to her. You tell her to call 911 and you tell her what happened.” “Okay, Dad.” They listened to Seth holler for Molly. “Is that you, Katrina?” She yelped and jumped as the voice came through the phone console on the wall. “Of course it is. Did you see how easy that was?” Katrina was trembling and tears were sitting on the lower rims of her eyelids. “What can I say? You just made it so easy. Too busy guzzling margaritas last night with the British girl to even notice me picking your cell up off the floor. Not my fault you let it fall out of your purse.” Dillon’s face started to burn in a fast-building torrent of fury that he aimed at Katrina. “You can tell a lot about a person from their text message history. Like for instance your infatuation with a certain man named Dillon. He’s the cop, isn’t he? Seth’s dad too apparently. Naughty naughty what the two of you are doing.” “What do you want?” Her voice was quiet but furious and intense. “Why, I’m going to kill you.” He was silent for a moment as Katrina stared at the counter. “Don’t get me wrong. I’ll have my fun with you first but ultimately…well, ultimately I’m going to kill you.” If Dillon’s blood had been cold before it froze in his veins at the casual and almost conversational way the stranger threatened her. The sound of sirens was coming distantly through both phones, echoing from different directions. He could hear Molly talking to someone but Dillon had been forgotten at that point. “Are those sirens for me? Too bad. I’m long gone. But don’t worry. I’ll see you soon, Kat.” There was a click as he disconnected the phone. There was nothing but silence and quiet distant murmuring coming through Dillon’s cell phone. Dillon’s terror had passed but his fury was building as they stood still. He was near critical mass when she finally opened her mouth. “Dillon?” “Shut up.” He was seething. “Dillon, please?” “Shut up!” He yelled it at her as she grimaced and cowered. “Dad?” He had to force himself to take a deep breath before he dared open his mouth again. “Yeah, bud?” He wasn’t hiding the nearly out of control emotional turmoil coursing through him. “Were you yelling?” “Yeah. It’s nothing.” “The cops are here.” “I know. You’re going to have to go to the precinct to tell them everything that happened. You tell them to contact Detectives Smith and Terrell. I’m on my way. I’ll meet you there.” He disconnected quickly as he turned from the room, heading toward the garage. “Dillon, please.” “I’m warning you, you do not want to talk to me right now.” When he reached the door to the garage he stopped on a dime and without looking at Katrina who was still standing in shock, he snapped. “We’re leaving now !” “I can stay.” Her voice was weak and quiet and when he glared at her she glanced away quickly. She looked as if she were two seconds away from crying and though it was like a knife twisting in his gut, he couldn’t seem to stop glaring. His anger was like a red torrent of hatred. It was the most confusing feeling in the world being so infinitely relieved Seth was okay and so furious with Katrina he wanted her to feel the stabbing pain of his emotions. “I said we’re leaving.” He turned from her. He slammed his hand on the garage door opener mounted to the wall by the door and he stalked to the driver’s door. He stood waiting for her to appear, stewing more the longer she kept him waiting. She stepped out the door and into the garage. “Please, Dillon. I’m so sorry.” She was trembling and the tears that had only barely been restrained in the kitchen were falling freely. He wanted to touch her so much it hurt but he also wanted to scream at her. “You were out drinking last night?” He was yelling. He hadn’t even managed to get in the car and he was already losing control. “What the fuck were you thinking? No. No. You obviously weren’t thinking at all. This was far more about getting loaded than anything else, wasn’t it? So loaded you didn’t even manage to notice what the hell was going on around you.” “I’m sorry.” “You’re an adult, Katrina. Not a fucking child.” He pulled the door open as she took a couple tentative steps toward the passenger side but he didn’t make it far before a wave of fury overtook him and he slammed the door shut again. When he turned to her, she was quietly sobbing. “He could have died! Fuck! I’ve done everything in my power to protect you both, keep you both safe and you managed to fuck it all up just like that! How dare you! My son could have died!” He pulled the door open and then as he climbed in he yelled once more. “Get in the fucking car!” She climbed in next to him and he threw the car in reverse. He committed himself to not speaking to her again lest he have to pull over to yell at her again and she sat quietly sniffling by his side as he drove. He truly didn’t give a shit in that moment. He might care for her as much as anyone in his life but she’d fucked up and she’d fucked up bad. She’d endangered his son and intentional or not the anger wasn’t fading. She’d made a stupid mistake and Seth had almost paid for it. Whether he was yelling at her or not, focusing on driving was nearly impossible. He stewed, he ran through every nightmarish thought and image that came to mind of what could have happened to Seth and he blamed the woman sitting beside him for every awful thing that could have happened. He pulled in at the precinct and when he stepped from the car he didn’t bother saying a word to Katrina. He ignored her as she followed him into the building. He found Smith and Terrell quickly and Molly practically mauled him into a bear hug. Seth stood coolly by Jake as though nothing of concern had happened at all. He knew it was just an act but playing it cool was just how Seth operated. It was oddly calming to see Seth looking around as though he had better things to do. When they asked if he wanted to be present when they took Seth’s statement he nodded. He sat silently through Seth’s interview. His heart rate spiked continually as he listened to the events. Seth had received a text message from Kat’s phone asking him where he was. When he responded the next text asked him to meet her at the Brig at Magnuson Park. The building was nearly deserted with most people milling about outside by the water and Seth had been approached just inside the vestibule of the building. The man had disappeared within the building when Seth caught on to who he was and Seth made his way quickly back to Molly and Jake. Smith and Terrell asked Dillon to go over what had occurred at his house that morning and he gave them a detailed account of everything that had happened. He didn’t much give a shit he was admitting Kat had been there with him and they didn’t bat an eye when he said it. It was an understood fact if nothing else at this point and there were more important things to be concerned about than who he happened to be fucking. Dillon sounded bitter even in his own head. When Smith and Terrell put a photo lineup in front of Seth, he picked out Clinton Lathrop immediately. It was the first eyewitness who implicated him in Kat’s home invasion, arson and stalking debacle, and Smith and Terrell couldn’t seem to keep the smile off their lips. Dillon was too deep in his anger to react at all. They asked Seth if he’d ever seen the photo of the man before, insinuating his subconscious could have been tainted by Dillon’s involvement in the case and as Smith’s focus shifted to Dillon as Terrell asked the question, Dillon sneered. He said nothing. He didn’t want his bad attitude on record so he just shook his head in frustration. “I assume you’ve tried to locate her cell phone?” He was still sneering even as he spoke. “Of course and we’ll continue to try but it’s currently off. Doubt he’s stupid enough to power it on now that he knows we know he has the phone. Doesn’t mean he didn’t have free access to it for twelve hours.” Dillon stood and Seth followed his lead. He returned to Molly and Jake, waiting patiently in the corridor. “Where’s Katrina?” “She left for the restroom shortly after you went in. She was crying. You going to tell me what happened with her?” He didn’t bother answering Molly’s question. “Can you find her? Smith and Terrell need to ask her some questions.” Molly’s brow wrinkled but she stood and walked toward the restroom without questioning him further. It was less than a minute later that she returned with a puffy-faced Katrina at her side. Katrina refused to look at him and since he couldn’t wipe the nastiness from his own expression, he couldn’t really blame her. He was itching to yell at her some more but it would have to wait. Katrina walked back with Smith and Terrell as Molly watched her with concern. Her focus shifted between Katrina and him, bouncing back and forth as she tried to figure out what was going on and once they were finally out of earshot she turned her focus completely on him. “What the hell is going on?” “I’m not talking about this right now.” Then he turned from her as he snatched up his phone and called Stephens. “Where are you?” “On my way to the precinct. Got a call from Terrell a while ago.” “Can you bring Katrina back to my house when Smith and Terrell are finished speaking with her?” “Sure.” They disconnected quickly after that and as he turned back to Molly he found her glaring at him. “We can wait for Kat.” “No. We’re going.” He hollered at Jake and Seth and then walked from the building with them in tow. It didn’t take long for Molly to start grilling him once they were home. Molly and Jake came over to his place and as he and Molly sat down at the dining room table, the boys disappeared to the living room. He started explaining what had happened in the kitchen and what Lathrop had said about finding Katrina having drinks with Imogen the night before. Molly’s brow didn’t seem to unfurrow the entire conversation and when he was finished speaking she didn’t seem to have a clue what to say. Not very Molly-like at all. But she wasn’t forced to come up with anything when the door opened and Stephens and Katrina walked in. Her eyes instantly found Dillon’s but before anyone could say anything she mumbled that she was going upstairs and she disappeared. “You need to talk to her.” Molly had put her hand on his. She was concerned but it wasn’t just for him. Molly liked Katrina too much not to be concerned for her too, regardless of the mistake she’d made. “No.” “Dillon—” “No!” Stephens raided his fridge for a few beers and passed them out when he joined them at the table. “She made a mistake, Dillon.” He obviously wasn’t going to be offering Dillon any support either. “It was one hell of a mistake.” Molly chimed in then, apparently having found her voice again. “We all did. Me. Hell, even Seth. Seth never should have gone off on his own and I should have been watching him closer.” “Neither of you fucked up because you were busy getting drunk. Seth’s a kid and he barely understands the severity of this situation. She should have understood.” “Yes she should have, but she’s not us.” Stephens was talking now. “This is all pretty damn new to her. She didn’t realize just how reckless it was. She doesn’t have the same frame of reference we do.” “Well she better figure it out pretty damn fast if she’s going to survive this thing and not get anyone else killed in the process.” He just wasn’t interested in having this conversation. It was obvious Stephens and Molly thought he was being too hard on her but he couldn’t shake the images of what could have happened to Seth and he also couldn’t shake the blame he was placing on her. He just didn’t know how to get past it at the moment. Molly took a deep breath before speaking next. “How does this affect the two of you, Dillon?” He stared at the tabletop. It hurt to think of her upstairs alone. He could see her crying. He didn’t need to be up there to see her pain but it didn’t soften his heart. He wanted it to, desperately. But at the moment, he just couldn’t let it go. “I don’t know, Molly.” She took another deep breath and when he managed to look up to her she had tears in her eyes. She stood and approached him, kissed him on top of the head and squeezed his shoulder. “I’m going to take Jake home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” “You’re going to see patrol officers in the area. Don’t be surprised.” She nodded and Stephens stood as well. He walked all three to the door and once they were gone, he locked the door, set the alarm and sank against the door. Chapter Thirty Dillon didn’t come to bed that night—not that she’d been surprised— and when she woke the next morning she could hear him in the kitchen. Her heart was pounding harder and harder with every step that took her closer to him and when she entered she found him staring out the kitchen window to the backyard. “Where’s Seth?” He didn’t turn to her as he responded. “At Molly’s. I have to go to the office for a while.” “Dillon?” He turned to her slowly. His face was expressionless and cold. She’d never felt more hated by him—even the first time they’d met. “I don’t want to talk about this.” “Then listen. Because I have something to say.” Her voice sounded bold but she wasn’t at all. She’d lain awake nearly all night analyzing and picking through every last aspect of their relationship and this disaster. She’d talked herself into circles until she was crying again in frustration but she’d thought long and hard about how she felt. She didn’t care that the man facing her hated her guts at the moment because she didn’t hate his and she needed to say what was on her mind before it was too late. So she launched into her brain-drain speech as he studied her impassively. She was not at all impassive and with her first words her voice was already wavering. “I love you and I’m sorry. I know this is my fault. I really do. But I’m angry at you too.” His face flinched for half a second until it returned to his dead stare. She could barely keep her voice strong as her tears started to well up for the gazillionth time in the past twenty-four hours and she finally gave up trying to hold it together and let her words mix with her emotion. “I never had any business moving in here. Or having a relationship with you for that matter. It jeopardized you both from the start. I knew it would. I knew it but I agreed. My worry, my guilt, all those things you convinced me weren’t my responsibility or problem, they would have kept you both safe. But I listened to you. I wanted to. I wanted you and I wanted my life to be with you but it was still the wrong decision.” She was crying as her words came out but her voice was staying strong. “You put the weight of the world on my shoulders by asking me to disregard my concern for your family. Because I’m a bomb just waiting to go off and it put me in the position of trying to be perfect or be responsible for a catastrophe. I’m not perfect, Dillon. I made a mistake!” She was sobbing, clutching at her stomach at this point and his jaw was clenched harshly. She saw the well-controlled emotion swimming in his eyes but he wasn’t giving her any of it. He just glared but she was past the point of caring if he responded to her. This was about what she needed to say. “It was so inevitable. Something, whether this or some other mistake or something completely out of my control, was inevitably going to happen and put you and Seth in danger. And that was all on my shoulders. There was no chance I couldn’t be responsible for something awful happening.” She dashed the tears from her eyes and pursed her lips to help stay in control. “You set me up for failure. And now that failure is destroying me. I’m so sorry. I am sorrier than you will ever know.” She was losing control again as her tears started falling again. “And I have never been more heartbroken in my life.” She could barely get the last words out over her lurching sobs. He said nothing. His eyes were glassy but he stayed rooted to his spot on the floor and after an uncomfortably long time of waiting for something—anything—she shook her head and walked from the room and upstairs to his bedroom. Her tears fell silently as she stared at the wall in front of her and when she heard the bedroom door open from behind her, her heart lurched and she held her breath. She waited, she wanted, she was desperate for him—but she was too afraid to turn to him. When the door closed quietly and she listened to his feet padding down the hallway away from her, her already-broken heart shattered. She heard the garage door open shortly thereafter and she knew he was gone. She was alone in a home she no longer felt at all welcome in. She’d never felt so despised and before she could chicken out she rose, packed her clothes and lugged her bag downstairs. She thought she heard the door to the garage open just after she’d dialed the number to the cab service, but as she carried the cordless phone toward the hall that led to the garage, the operator picked up. There was no one at the garage door and after looking around for a moment, she returned her attention to the operator. “Sorry, I need to have a cab pick me up.” She gave the woman Dillon’s address and then Imogen’s before she disconnected. She sank into a dining room chair and it didn’t take long until there was a knock at the front door. She left her key sitting on the dining room table. She slung her bag over her shoulder, cradled Kitty in her arms and carried her emptied litter pan with her. She locked the door behind her after resetting the alarm system and she left his home for the last time. She was a bit too numb to cry about it but as the cab drove away from the home she’d come to think of as hers her tears came again and she stared out the window. She hadn’t bothered calling Imogen because she knew she would be rehearsing the kids for their upcoming play all day. Opening night was less than a week away and Imogen would be getting little rest until the event was over. When she entered Imogen’s house she set Kitty on the ground, dropped her heavy bag of clothing and quickly set up Kitty’s litter pan for her in the laundry room. The old woman wasn’t going to survive too many more moves. She didn’t know how soon Dillon would be returning home or whether he would even care that she’d left. She quickly set about numbing her nerves with wine and before long her body was lazy, she was staggering as much as Kitty, her emotions were running amuck and she was far too sloshed to give a shit. Even in her inebriated state, she knew what she was doing. She was being childish, she was feeling sorry for herself and she was acting like a damn idiot. When there was a knock on the door, it took her far longer than it ought to make it to the door to answer it. She was horrified at the thought of Dillon seeing her like this and she thought it must be him. He’d no doubt suspect where she’d gone and the last thing she wanted was to be caught making more bad decisions. But there was nothing to be done for it. If she didn’t answer, he’d keep knocking and so she sucked it up and forced her feet to move as evenly as possible as she crossed the space to the front door. Standing at the door, she took a deep steadying breath and prepared herself for an emotional battle, not even checking the peephole. What she didn’t expect was for the battle to be entirely physical. The man had light-blue eyes and she recognized him. Not just from a year ago in her home when she’d met him but from the pictures Smith and Terrell had shown her. Her phone was in his hand and he was dangling it tauntingly in front of her. “You keep far too much information in this thing. When I saw the five-digit number under Imogen’s contact information I was stumped, but then when I checked out her address, it suddenly made perfect sense. Keypad. Not the brightest bitch I’ve ever met but hey, who needs to be smart when you’re cute, right?” She stared for half a second before trying to slam the door in his face but he kicked it back toward her as she turned and sprinted toward the kitchen. He snatched her hair, yanking her backward and she fell to the floor with a grunt of pain. He launched himself onto her body, grabbing the sides of her head and slamming her head back onto the hard marble floor. The pain radiated from the back of her head straight through to the front of her eyes and she groaned. Her hands were free and she reached up to his face, trying to push him back. It wasn’t the least effective but then she remembered to go for the eyes. She struck out toward his eyes, poking one as he flinched and released his grip on her head. Then she reached for the man’s crotch that was sitting on her lower abdomen and she pinched down hard. He cried out and pulled back from her as she wriggled out from under his weight. She rolled to her stomach and started crawling toward the door. She needed to get outside. She could scream, she could run, she could escape but as she reached the front door still standing wide open, he came up behind her and threw her into the wall beside her. Her head smacked hard on the wall and the drywall gave way under the force. She could feel her body slumping to the entryway floor and she blinked as her vision went fuzzy and her brain seemed to go into slow motion. When he rounded her body and pulled her up to her knees, she watched in slow motion as he cocked his hand back and swung it toward her face, backhanding her and sending her head sailing through the air again. She was losing consciousness. She could feel it happening but she was powerless to stop it. It didn’t deaden the panic in any way, and she knew if she passed out there was a good chance she wouldn’t wake up. But there was no stopping it and as her eyes sank closed, a very pleasant buzz worked through her head and she drifted peacefully off to sleep. * * * * * Stephens was sitting across from him just staring at him. The man didn’t believe him when he said he was okay. Of course it was a complete lie. He wasn’t okay in the least. He was confused, angry, guilty, lonely and utterly lost. When his cell rang his heart sped for a moment. He wanted it to be Kat. He knew it wouldn’t be but he wanted it to be. Not that he could figure out what to say to her or actually pick up his phone to call her but he still wanted more than anything to hear her voice. It wasn’t Kat, though. It was Molly and the second he answered she started speed- talking. “I can’t find Seth. Jake said he ran to your house to pick up a couple games—” “What! You let him—” “I didn’t let him. I was in the shower. They didn’t tell me he was leaving and I’m sure it’s because I wouldn’t have let him go!” “So, is he still there?” “No. No one’s here. I’m in your house now. It’s empty. No Seth, no Katrina, just empty. The patrol officer has been circling the block occasionally but he said he hasn’t seen anything either.” “How long ago did he leave?” “I’m guessing about forty minutes. Jake came in and hollered at me after I’d been in the shower for about twenty minutes or so. He was worried because Seth hadn’t come back yet. That was the first I heard of it. I jumped out, dressed, headed to your place and looked around. I’m guessing I left my house about twenty minutes or so ago.” Dillon picked up his desk phone and started dialing Seth’s cell phone. It rang but went to voice mail after a few seconds. “Fuck!” “Dillon, your house is empty. Kat’s gone, Seth’s gone, there’s a key on the table, Katrina’s cat is gone and I just looked in your bedroom and there are some drawers pulled open and I can’t find any clothing of hers. It looks like she left on her own but I don’t understand where Seth is.” “Okay, you and Jake stay put. I’ll let—” His phone beeped that he had another call coming in and when he pulled the phone from his ear it was Seth. “Molly, Seth’s calling. I’ll call you back.” He disconnected from her and immediately switched over to Seth. “Seth? Where are you?” “Dad, something’s happened to her. He took her. The same man. I saw him. He took her.” Seth sounded frantic and he was as close to panic as Dillon had ever heard him. “Get Smith and Terrell over here.” He spoke in a rush to Stephens and Stephens scrambled to call the men over. “Seth, are you safe?” “Yes! But Kat isn’t. She’s hurt, Dad!” Seth was nearly sobbing out the words and Dillon could hear the desperation in his voice. Smith and Terrell made it to his desk and he hit the speaker button on his cell phone, setting it down on the desktop. “Seth. I need you to tell me where you’re at and what you saw. Are you sure you’re safe?” “Yes.” Seth’s voice filled the space around the desk and the men simply stood around staring at the phone. “I ran home. I know I shouldn’t have but I thought it’d be quick. I came in and I heard Ms. Page on the phone. She was calling a cab to pick her up. She gave them an address on that road on Washington Lake that has all the really nice homes. When she hung up, she was crying and I knew she was upset but I didn’t know what to say to her. I just waited. I waited for her to leave because I didn’t know what to do and I took the bus to Mercer Island as close as I could get to that street. I don’t know why. I just felt bad. I wanted to talk to her but I didn’t know what to say. I asked some guy on the bus how to get there and he told me. I ran the rest of the way. It’s a big house with a gate but the gate was already open. There was a black car, an old one with a lot of rust and it was parked out front. When I started walking up the driveway, I heard her scream and then I saw the man. The same man from the park. He was carrying her out to the car and he put her in the trunk. I was scared. I wanted to help her but I was too afraid.” Seth was crying into the phone and Dillon had sank into his seat again as he pictured what his son had witnessed. He was dying inside and he felt as helpless as Seth sounded. It was torture listening to this and knowing Kat was hurt and missing. “Dad, she wasn’t moving. I mean, she was like unconscious or…I don’t know but she wasn’t moving. He just dumped her body in the trunk and he drove away.” “Seth, where are you now?” “I’m still here by the garage. They just left a few minutes ago and I haven’t moved. Dad, I got the license plate number.” Every last one of the men sucked in a breath of air. “What is it?” Dillon held his breath as Seth listed off the number and then repeated it for them. Terrell was writing down the number and the moment Seth was finished speaking he darted away from the desk to his own, snatching up his phone quickly. “Seth, the house you’re at is Imogen Graham’s house. She’s the drama teacher at your school. Is the door still open?” “Yes.” “I want you to go inside, close and lock the door. You don’t open the door for anyone but the officer who comes to get you. I’ll call you back with his badge number and you make him tell you his badge number before you open the door. Got it?” “Yeah, Dad. Are you going to find Ms. Page?” Dillon was suddenly silent. What if he couldn’t find her? What if she was already dead? What if it was just plain too late? Stephens leaned over the desk, talking into Dillon’s phone as Dillon struggled to breathe. “Seth, I don’t want you to worry. We’re going to find her.” “Okay, bye. I’m fine. I don’t want you to worry about me. Just find her.” He hung up which was likely a good thing because at that moment, Dillon couldn’t seem to figure out how to swallow. He couldn’t lose her. He’d destroyed their relationship in his fury. He’d broken her heart in a way that might just be irreparable but there was no way he could lose the chance to fix it. Chapter Thirty-One The dull buzzing sound seemed to be coming from every last cell in her body but it was bringing her back from unconsciousness again. She’d woken in the dark, being bounced and tossed around in what she quickly figured out was the trunk of a car. She kicked and screamed but she had something over her mouth and her wrists were restrained behind her back. It felt tight and sticky to her skin, just as her mouth felt and she was guessing it was duct tape. It didn’t stop her from trying to kick her way out of the car. The trunk smelled of exhaust and oil. It smelled like an old car, like an old gas station. She spent an unknown amount of time kicking, panicking and praying until the car finally stopped and she heard steps moving around to the trunk. If she’d thought she was panicking in the trunk, she had no idea what panic could even feel like until she listened to the key slowly unlock the trunk. She was suddenly horrified of what lay beyond her dark cocoon and if she could have barricaded herself inside, she would have done so willingly. When the trunk was opened, she could see the sun was still shining and it was an odd omen of just how not okay her situation was. The bright spring day was everything life was supposed to be, but her life was on the brink of ending and the beautiful warm day was a painful taunt. He yanked her body from the trunk and directly into a cluttered and garbage-filled garage that the car had been backed up to. Katrina watched in dread when the sun disappeared slowly as the door of the garage was lowered and when the last of the real world was gone, she glanced to him. He looked oddly normal in a boring sort of way. He was trim, dressed just like any other person in the world and it was hard to imagine this man wanted to kill her. But he did. There was no doubt in her mind and he was absolutely going to succeed if she didn’t do something to stop it. She watched again as he cocked his hand back and his fist once more came flying to her head. And then there was more darkness. But now she was rousing again just to find herself still bound, still with her mouth taped shut and still horrified this was how she was going to meet her end. She wasn’t ready and as tears pricked her eyes, she fought the overwhelming urge to break down and give up. She was afraid to fight. She was afraid to stand up for herself but she stomped her foot on the concrete ground she was sitting on and she kept on stomping until her foot hurt and her brain woke up. She looked around. She was alone. The room was sparse and almost empty. The uneven concrete floor looked old and it had the musty mildew smell of an old basement but there were walls. Dirty old unpainted drywall enclosed the small room and a single lightbulb hung from the ceiling. There was a folding chair sitting along the opposite wall and a bucket sitting on the floor nearby. A small table sat next to the folding chair and a roll of duct tape sat on top along with a box of garbage bags and a wound-up length of rope. The sight of those items alone had the fear pricking her brain. She tried to focus on what she’d learned in self-defense class but it was hard as hell. Every sound she heard convinced her the man was coming to kill her and concentrating on what she needed to concentrate on was harder than it had ever been in her entire life. She closed her eyes, replaying the class in her mind, pushing the fear aside as much as possible. She was fucked if she couldn’t get her hands free so she started working on the tape. She had nails and she whittled at the sticky strong surface with the nails of her thumbs and middle fingers. She gouged at the tape, one layer at a time. She’d stick her nail through, piercing one layer and pulling to tear through it. It was a slow, incessant process and as her fingers worked through the layers, her hands started to cramp. She forced her brain to go back to the training. The eyes, go for the eyes. It doesn’t take much to throw a person off their game when it comes to the eyes. Just the slightest irritation could cause him to lose his defenses . The nose. The nose was also sensitive. The groin. The hardest of all would be focusing if he choked her. It was horrifying being unable to breathe but she had to concentrate. If he used two hands, it meant she had two hands free to defend herself and he couldn’t defend himself with his fingers wrapped around her neck. She swallowed hard at nothing more than the thought alone. Could she do this? Could she fight and live? Did she have a choice? Fuck no, she didn’t, and she wasn’t ready to be done with this life. Concentrate. She just had to concentrate. When the sound of a nearby door being opened startled her out of her subconscious training session, she yelped and jumped and the panic started setting in again. Her fingers were still working. She’d punctured through a large section of tape but she’d been unable to tear through the thickness and had to backtrack to tackle a smaller section. She was trying to visualize what her hands were doing behind her back, letting her mind see her progress. She had no idea if she was actually making as much progress as she hoped she was but she wasn’t willing to consider that she couldn’t free herself. She had to free her hands. She had to have her hands. Eventually there was a loosening around her wrists. She could feel movement that hadn’t been there before. It was subtle at first but the more punctures she made in the layers, the more movement she thought she could feel until finally she was certain it wasn’t just her imagination. She could do this. She had to do this. When she heard feet moving toward her, her fingers instantly stilled and her heart instantly pounded. She fought the panic but in the end panic won over and as she listened to the feet moving closer and closer, her eyes filled with tears and terror squeezed her chest like a vise grip. The doorknob turned and she watched the glint of the metal as it was wrenched slowly. She started fighting the restraint of the tape but while her wrists were looser, she simply couldn’t break free. The door was pushed open and the panic she felt before ratcheted up to a level she didn’t know even existed. Then she glanced up, freezing in place and holding her breath. The face looking back at her made her gasp in shock. “What are you doing here?” * * * * * “Hey, we just got the plates back.” Terrell was walking back toward them where Dillon was pacing, Stephens was talking on the phone to the patrol officer who was on his way to Seth and Smith was staring at the desktop. Dillon couldn’t seem to stop pacing and even as Terrell approached, he kept walking back and forth. That was until Terrell spoke again. “The plates are registered to Josh Grant.” “ What ?” Dillon wasn’t the only one who said the word or who had shock plastered across their face. “Wait. You ruled this one out, didn’t you?” Smith and Terrell both nodded and they looked as confused as Dillon felt. Stephens hung up quickly, handing a slip of paper to Dillon, who grabbed his cell phone and stepped away to call Seth. Seth still sounded rattled when Dillon spoke to him but he wouldn’t even hear of Dillon staying on the phone with him when Katrina was missing. Dillon gave him the officer’s badge number that Stephens had written down and then Seth practically hung up on him when Dillon offered again to stay on the line. He returned to the group of men. Greenwood had joined them and it was the tensest group of men he’d ever seen. He was likely the tensest of all and he stood by shifting from one foot to the other as they discussed calling in SWAT. Smith ran to grab the file with Grant’s address in it. It was mere minutes before Greenwood had given the okay to contact the Incident Commander and request SWAT presence and as jackets were grabbed and guns were checked and holstered, Greenwood grabbed Dillon’s elbow. “You’re not going in that house. Do you understand?” “I’m not staying here.” Dillon’s jaw was tight and clenched as he spoke and he was struggling to keep his composure. “You’re not going in that house!” And then turning to Stephens who barely looked like he was breathing, Greenwood barked, “You keep him in line or it’s both of your asses!” Greenwood stormed off in a rage but Dillon was blind to it and more than that, he just didn’t give a shit about it. They watched Smith and Terrell leave after Smith hung up with the SWAT Sergeant and Dillon was back to pacing. He couldn’t seem to stop pacing and as Stephens watched him, he swore under his breath, grabbed his jacket and snatching Dillon’s up off his chair tossed it to him. “You’re going to drive me nuts if I don’t get you out of here. Come on. I’ll cuff you to the fucking car door if I have to but we can at least be there.” Dillon breathed a heavy sigh and followed Stephens from the building. Seth called as they walked to Stephens’ car. The patrol officer was driving him back to Molly’s house and they were only a block away. The officer was to stay with them until he heard otherwise and when Seth commented that he could see Molly standing in the driveway waiting for him, he was finally able to let go of one source of panic and focus fully on the other. “Dad, please get Ms. Page back. She has to be okay.” Seth’s voice was barely a whisper and he could tell he was choked up. It broke his heart to hear his son so emotional. Seth was the cool cat—he didn’t get emotional. “We’re doing everything we can, bud. I promise. I’ll talk to you soon.” He listened as Molly met him hopping out the car and then he was gone. Seth was right—she had to be okay. He understood the desperation in Seth’s voice. It was the same desperation he felt. She had to be okay. * * * * * Josh was eying her as he sat on the chair. He held a handgun in his lap and he kept staring at it as though he was confused by it. He’d not left the room in the fifteen or so minutes since he’d shocked the hell out of her when he entered. She’d not expected to see his face. He just watched her. He was as odd in this setting as he always had been in her classroom. She tried to engage him in conversation but he refused to answer her. He just stared. She kept working on the tape, timing her questions to Josh when she was poised to puncture a fingernail through a section of tape. Not that he would respond but she hoped her incessant questions would be a good cover for what her hands were doing. “Josh, you don’t have to do this. You didn’t kidnap me, you’re not in any trouble yet.” That statement left a large section of duct tape torn completely through and she wriggled against the wall as though she was uncomfortable to hide the movements she needed to make. “Please, Josh. You’re a good man.” The fuck he was. He was a lunatic and she wanted to beat the shit out of his creepy-ass self. Then she heard it. More footsteps. It hadn’t escaped her attention they couldn’t possibly be alone. The man who’d taken her from Imogen’s was the man she recognized from the contracting company that had done work on her bathroom, not Josh. How they knew each other was outside her scope of reasoning and it seemed an unlikely partnership to be certain but it wasn’t her concern at the moment. Josh seemed as weak and vulnerable even here as he always was and it wasn’t he who concerned her most. It was the occasional footsteps above her that did. They were the other man, Clinton Lathrop. He scared her—not that Josh didn’t but it was a different type of fear. The footsteps she heard suddenly started moving around more and when a door opened and the sound changed to footsteps coming down stairs, her fear spiked and she started twisting against the restraints again and digging her fingernails through layers of tape, picking and yanking at the fibers. If she pulled with the grain of the fibers there was little resistance and if she kept the sections narrow enough she could yank and tear through the thin sections that went against the grain. But it was a damn slow process and she was struggling in her panic to hide her desperate movements. She whimpered when Clinton suddenly opened the door and Josh stood, looking at him nervously. “We ready to have some fun, kids?” His voice was sickeningly jovial and she shuddered at just what that might mean to a fucking wackjob as himself. The erection that strained the front of his pants almost made her gag but it was made all the worse when she noticed a similar arousal in Josh who still looked nervously back and forth from Katrina to Clinton. “You’ve met my dear friend Josh, I see. A pleasant reunion for you two? He’s sorry he had to drop out of your class but he was attracting a bit too much attention for my liking.” And then sauntering toward her, he spoke conversationally. “We met a while back. He wasn’t difficult to find. Already a student in one of your classes and he’d obviously taken a liking to you. Caught him jacking off in his car to a picture of you and it was just instant friendship.” He smiled brightly, as only a lunatic could in such a situation and Josh sheepishly looked away. “Doesn’t say much but he’s proved helpful and I promised him a big payoff. I mean, those photo creations alone were pure genius. I couldn’t have done that. I clean pipes for a living, for fuck’s sake.” And then walking to Josh, he placed his hand affectionately on the top of his head and continued in a whimsical voice. “Cleaned his pipes a time or two, haven’t we?” When Josh started trembling and failed to answer, Clinton’s fingers curled and tangled in Josh’s hair before he yanked his head back to look up at Clinton. “I said, haven’t we?” Clinton’s face was lascivious and his smile was pure lunacy. “Yes…yes, Clint.” “See, my good friend has had plenty of uses to me. We have a lot of fun together. And since you’ve been so preoccupied with your cop, we’ve had to be patient.” He looked down to Josh with a sympathetic, if not sad, look on his face. “But Josh isn’t you, dear.” His eyes returned to Katrina. “And I’m tired of making do with his ass when what I really want is yours.” Katrina’s entire body started to tremble. She was digging into the tape but it was useless. She’d never make it in time. He started moving slowly, tauntingly toward her. He tiptoed with a completely contrived look of trepidation on his face. He was toying with her, torturing her nerves, and he was good at it. The moment he’d get near her, he’d take a few steps back in a bizarre swaying dance. Katrina started whimpering and crying as he tormented her and slowly closed in. “All of you. I want you to scream, I want you to bleed, I want you to beg and then I want you to die.” His eyes were wide and maniacal as he glared with a sickening expression down to her. He was standing in front of her, his crotch at eye-level. His arousal was quite obvious and Katrina had bile rising up in her throat at nothing more than the bulge in his jeans. When he touched his crotch, she groaned in emotional agony. The horrible tremble that was running through her body hid what her fingernails were desperately trying to do behind her back, and she stared straight at his pants as her mind focused on the tape. She gouged, she picked and she tore until she thought her fingertips must be bleeding. When he kneeled down in front of her, he reached for her neck, gripping with one hand. He was squeezing, slowly tightening his hold. She couldn’t stop the panic from inching in as her air was cut off. Forcing her fingers to work while his hand remained on her throat was nearly impossible but it was her only chance. Her eyes filled with tears as he stared at her. She held his eyes as his fingers tightened and then loosened and then tightened all over again. He knew how to torment and every time she felt the constricting pressure of his fingers around her throat the panic would cloud her brain and her fingers would still. She used the occasional reprieve he gave her when he’d loosen his hold to focus on her task. She’d cough as the air suddenly flooded back into her lungs and it was then she’d yank, stab and twist against the tape. Josh remained sitting on the chair nearby. He looked terrified but he also looked crazy and when she met his eyes she begged. “Please, Josh. You don’t have to do this. He’s already hurt you but you can stop him.” The moment she got the words out Clinton’s grip on her throat tightened again and cut off her voice as she started struggling to breathe. When he leaned his face down to her, he was close enough to kiss her and she wondered for a moment if he would. “Josh is mine and he knows his place. Now how about we get you out of those clothes so you can show us what we’ve so patiently been waiting for?” He released her throat and she gasped for air. When he grabbed her elbow, yanking her up to her feet, she could feel the already partially torn tape tearing further and she instantly shrieked to hide the sound. She was left standing in front of the men with her hands only loosely bound. Her heart was racing. It was excitement, but terror, all in one breath. There was little question she could yank her wrists free at this point, thanks to the weight of her body being pulled up by her arms but it didn’t mean she was ready to. She was terrified of what she needed to do. Clinton pulled a long knife from his back pocket and though it sent a driving urge to tear her hands loose and try to fight she held her ground. She had to wait until he was distracted if there was any chance of keeping that knife out of her body. So she gasped and took as many tremulous breaths as she could. He started at her throat with the knife, cutting through the fabric and when he’d finished with her shirt he reached a hand out to her breast, gripping her harshly through her bra. He turned toward Josh, who appeared to be cowering as much as she was. “Remember the fucking checkerboard I cut into her fucking tit?” It was an opportunity. She might die taking it but it was now or never. The knife was held slack at his side and he was turned from her. She was terrified—she was more terrified than she’d been in her entire life but if she was waiting for a time when she wasn’t terrified to move she’d be waiting until this man killed her. And so she yanked. * * * * * The house was small and surrounded by overgrown bushes and trees. It was obviously ill-kept and the bushes alone were going to make their approach difficult. The black car was backed up to the garage and that was all the confirmation SWAT needed to enter. There was a large bank of low-branching trees on the side of the garage and on the opposite side of the house. It was making it difficult for the SWAT team to circle the property effectively and monitor all sides at once. Dillon could do nothing but watch from a distance that made him uncomfortable. Hell, the whole thing made him uncomfortable and he was going to be on the brink of losing his mind until this thing played out. Knowing she was in there and he couldn’t get to her was pure torture. It was more torture than he’d ever felt and he knew, standing by Stephens’ car with him, that it had been a mistake to come. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t stand by and let someone else try to save her. She was too close and he was just too damn unhinged to sit back. The moment he took even one step toward the house though Stephens was there with his hand on his elbow, pulling him back. “Fuck, Stephens. I can’t…I can’t fucking do this.” “Then you need to leave!” They watched as Smith and Terrell approached the front door of the house behind the SWAT team. The men were in position. It was time. * * * * * The moment Katrina’s hands swung away from her body Clinton whipped toward her. The snarl coming from his mouth coupled with the monstrous sneer on his face froze her in place and when his fist shot out, hitting her square in the gut and throwing her into the wall behind her, she was effectively stunned into immobility. She also couldn’t breathe thanks to the air he’d knocked out of her lungs. Her face was down toward the floor as she tried in vain to suck in enough air. When his palm met her throat again, gripping tight, she clutched at his wrist. She was panicking. She knew she was and she knew she didn’t have the luxury of her panic if there was any hope of surviving but then she was no longer holding out much hope of that happening. She was gripping and clawing at his hand but it was to no avail. When she saw him lift the knife, he was taunting her. He was holding it so she could see it clearly. She couldn’t breathe and he was showing her just how much control he had and just how much control she didn’t have. But the knife glinting in front of her lit a fire in her gut and when his fingers tightened just marginally, she fought. She brought her knee up into his groin as hard as she could and as his breath escaped in a rush of agony his grip was loosened and the knife clanked to the floor. She dropped to her knees, grabbing blindly for the knife handle as he grabbed the hair at the top of her head and yanked up. But she found the handle and as she looked up into his furious, vengeful eyes, she brought the knife up and plunged it into his side. His eyes bulged, his mouth dropped open and he let out a god-awful guttural groan as he sank to the floor in front of her. The look in his eyes was shock. He stared wide-eyed at her before he found his bearings and started reaching for the knife still sticking out of his side. But she was faster than he was and she grabbed the handle again, wrenching it from his body as he fell back. Josh stood from the chair whimpering like a scared child, but however scared he looked, he held the gun in his hand. It trembled as his whole body vibrated and as she raised her hands in the air, she started pleading. “Please. Please, Josh. You don’t have to do this. Please.” “Shoot that bitch, you stupid fuck.” His voice was gurgling and blood was bubbling up from his mouth as he spoke. “You fucking loser. Shoot her. What are you waiting for?” “Please. Please don’t do this.” Josh stood trembling and whimpering. He could barely hold the gun steady but as she watched in horror he adjusted his aim. She cried out at the last moment and he fired. * * * * * Stephens tackled him to the ground as he sprinted across the lawn. The shot was unmistakable and it was discharged before any of the SWAT team had made it into the house. He watched the group storm through the front door and as they disappeared he could do nothing but listen to the shouts coming from inside. Stephens refused to release him and kept him pinned to the ground as the shouts continued. Dillon felt as if he were dying. He couldn’t endure it if she died and he’d never felt closer to insanity than in that moment. He was pinned like a crazed animal to the ground, listening to the fight for Katrina’s life play out without him. The garage door opener suddenly activating shocked them both and Stephens leaped from Dillon’s body, pulling his sidearm from its holster. Dillon followed his lead the second he was up off the ground and they rounded slowly and cautiously toward the garage from their place on the front lawn. The front SWAT team was all within the house, storming through the residence in response to the shots fired and he could hear the men in the back, fighting to get through the foliage and branches that blocked their path around to the front of the garage. They had no idea what awaited inside the garage but the second he heard Katrina’s whimpers he threw procedure out the window and ran out into the driveway as Stephens cussed and yelled after him. He came face-to-face with Josh and Katrina standing within. Josh held a gun to Katrina’s head and he was whimpering and shaking as much as she was —but as frightened as he might be he was threatening her life. He pushed her out of the garage in front of him. Dillon’s gun was trained on his head, and Stephens’ was too from his place on the lawn. He wasn’t going to lower his gun until the man was dead or gave up his gun in surrender. Dillon glared at him, holding his focus within the sites of the handgun. He wanted so desperately to look at Katrina, see if she was okay, simply see her alive but he forced his eyes to remain on Josh. “I just…I just want this to be over. I don’t want this. Please. Just let me go.” Josh was whimpering, sobbing as he walked farther out into the driveway. “Let her go now!” He bellowed at the man. Josh flinched and cried out at the sound of his voice but he refused to let her go. “You let her go now or I will kill you!” Josh started sobbing but the gun remained in place. The man was breaking apart. He was losing his mind in front of them. SWAT officers were just finally breaking through the trees to the front of the house, and the moment they rounded the corner with their semiautomatics up, Josh’s grip on Katrina loosened and he raised the gun to his own head. “Kat, get down!” He yelled as the SWAT officers started barking orders at Josh. She dropped to her knees and just as she did, Josh discharged his handgun, putting a hole through his head. His body crumpled to the ground beside her and she started sobbing with her hands over her ears. SWAT officers surrounded Josh’s body as though he might reanimate at any moment. They trained their M-16s on his lifeless body and Dillon ran to her, scooped her up in his arms and walked with her to the front lawn where Stephens was walking in circles with his hands on his head. Dillon melted with her in his arms, sinking to sit on the grass with her in his lap. She was crying against his chest and she seemed more in shock than coherent. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling at last the panic start to subside. He stroked her hair as she quietly cried and he held her chest close to his to shield her nakedness from the men milling about. Paramedics approached once SWAT gave the all-clear and she was taken from him again. But this time she was safe. He watched the ambulance pull away and he turned to Stephens who was on the phone. He knew it was Greenwood and he knew the hospital was going to have to wait lest he give the man even more reason to fire him. She was safe, Seth was safe and for the first time since he met her, he didn’t doubt she’d remain that way if he stopped worrying about her for more than one second. It was over. Chapter Thirty-Two “We’re keeping you overnight. It’s just a precaution but you’ve taken a few good knocks to the head today and I’m concerned you could have a concussion. If you’re doing okay tomorrow we’ll release you. Do you have someone who can look after you for a few days?” Doctor Jorgenson was a kind older man who looked at her in much the way her own father had whenever she’d get hurt. His sympathy alone left her in fresh tears every time he said something nice to her. “She’ll stay with me.” “And you are?” “I’m Imogen. I’m her best friend and she lives with me sometimes. Err…I don’t know. Do you live with me now, love, or…I mean, I really can’t keep up with the drama anymore.” Kat chuckled and then winced as her laughter caused her head to shoot pain through her like lightning bolts. “Yeah. I live with you. At least that’s the last place I remember being.” The doctor smiled at her before turning to Imogen. “You can stay if you’d like. I want to keep visitors to a minimum but if she’d like someone here I’m fine with it.” He excused himself, giving Katrina a kind pat on her shoulder. Smith and Terrell showed up a short while thereafter with Doctor Jorgenson on their tail, threatening to kick them both out if they disturbed her. Katrina reassured him she could handle a little conversation with the two most boring detectives in the world and he watched them suspiciously for a moment before excusing himself from the room again. Katrina talked at length about the part of the story they’d not witnessed and she cried a good portion of that time. Imogen sat beside her on the bed, rubbing her back or squeezing her shoulder. She’d been so relieved to be alive she’d not really let herself think about the part she’d played in ending a man’s life. The life was threatening hers and that ought to be enough to make it okay and vindicate her guilt—but sadly, she was learning it was just plain hard to be responsible for sticking a knife in a man’s gut even if that man wanted to rape and murder her. In the end though it had been Josh who’d finished him off. She’d thought until the very last moment when his aim shifted down to the floor in front of her that it would be her life ending but Josh squeezed the trigger, plugging a hole through Clinton’s chest. He’d sobbed like a baby afterward but had wasted little time pulling her up and dragging her out of the room when he heard SWAT officers storming the house. But the house was old and what they’d failed to realize was the garage was an add-on. The old cellar door still let out right into the garage and while the officers were storming the upstairs and just making it into the basement and searching through the cluttered and dark rooms, he was dragging her up the cellar stairs and into the garage in hopes of escaping, though she couldn’t imagine he was holding out much hope at that point. When she started crying for the last time as she related the details to the detectives, she couldn’t seem to figure out how to turn the waterworks off and they finally stood and offered to catch up with her after she was released. Imogen asked about Dillon and Stephens as she stood to walk them to the door. Katrina cringed at the sound of his name and she wasn’t really even sure why. Seeing him in front of her at the house had been one of the most emotional moments of her life. He stood in front of her looking as desperate as she felt but there was no denying she’d put herself in the position yet again. She’d made the decision to run away from him rather than face him in all his fury and anger and it had nearly gotten her killed. She just didn’t know how to feel about any of it anymore, least of all him. “I’m guessing they’re both getting their asses reamed at the moment.” There was a subtle smirk on Smith’s face as he spoke and Terrell glared at him for a moment. Then they were gone and Imogen turned back to her. “Do you want to talk about it?” “What?” “Don’t play stupid. He’s going to show up soon to see you. You know he will. His family too perhaps.” “I can’t. Not right now.” She looked up to Imogen’s eyes. She could see unvoiced disagreement in her expression but she kept her peace—at least for the time being. Imogen would always speak her mind and Kat knew it would come soon enough but she meant it when she said it. She just wasn’t ready to deal with him. And at the same time she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She fell into a restless sleep that woke her constantly as she dreamed of being raped, tortured, killed. The next round of nightmares, she saw herself killing him, she felt the knife plunge into his body, she heard the sickening sound of slicing flesh and she felt the warm ooze of his blood around her fingers. Every time she woke Imogen was there to hush her. It became an endless game of sleeping, waking in terror, being shushed like a baby and then doing it all over again. But she was alive. She was not going to end up as some dead body in a ditch somewhere. At least not on this day. * * * * * He usually liked Imogen. He liked Imogen a lot actually but as she crept from Katrina’s room she shook her head. “She doesn’t want to see anyone.” “Anyone.” He mumbled the words as he contemplated what they might mean. “You.” Imogen looked a bit devastated as she spoke the word. “She doesn’t want to see you—” His jaw clenched tight at her words. “Right now.” “Right now.” He repeated her. “Yet…” “Yet…” He was incapable of any original speech and as he glanced up to her feeling pathetic and stupid, she pursed her lips and cocked her head sympathetically to the side. Stephens reached for her shoulder and squeezed gently. “I’m sorry, Dillon.” She was practically whispering. “You’ll tell her I stopped by then?” She nodded and he turned from her to head back the way he’d come. To say he was devastated was an understatement. He wasn’t sure why he’d expected her to be happy to see him after his cruel treatment of her over the past forty-eight hours. He’d nearly forgotten all about it, having gotten so wrapped up in her nearly dying and all, but there it was. She certainly had not forgotten what a prick the man who loved her could be. It didn’t much matter if he’d had a good reason to be upset with her or not. He’d been too upset. He’d said too many cruel and awful things to her and he’d just been too big an asshole for her to forgive. He sat silently in the car as Stephens drove them back to the precinct. He stared out the window. He was more relieved than he could even put into words. She was finally safe. Finally—and yet he felt as though he’d lost her in the process. Balancing Seth and Katrina had been his undoing. Ironically, they balanced perfectly with each other. It was he who’d fucked it up— thinking he could handle Seth, Katrina and the threat that had loomed over her head. She’d been right to say he’d set her up for failure. He had. Dillon had been right to tell her she had no reason to feel guilty about her situation. He was absolutely right about that. But right didn’t seem to change much for them. It had fallen apart regardless. When he walked into Molly’s house she met him at the front door and gave him a hug. “The boys are asleep upstairs. How is she?” It was late— well after midnight—and she looked as exhausted as he felt. “I wouldn’t know. She won’t see me.” He stumbled past her and she followed him into the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and she grabbed her own. “Give her time, Dillon.” “No. I think I fucked it up.” He nodded in self-chastisement. It wasn’t hard to remember the hurt in her eyes when he’d condemned her for being human. He could still easily hear her quiet sobs as she pleaded with him and he remembered every last word she’d spoken to him that morning—the last moment he saw her before she nearly died. “What did Greenwood say?” “Three weeks unpaid suspension. He spent the better part of an hour yelling but in truth he’s letting me off pretty easy. If I’d have shot the man, I’m not sure I’d be keeping my job, given my completely inappropriate relationship with the victim. There’s no question she stabbed Latham in self-defense and Josh Grant is ultimately the one who put a bullet through his chest and killed him. The fact I had little bearing on how it played out is likely my saving grace.” “That’s a relief. Mom and Dad are flying in tomorrow. I’ve been talking to them all night. They’re really concerned about you both.” “Yeah? Well unless they have better luck than I had getting in to see Katrina they shouldn’t expect much.” He looked up from the spot his eyes were glued to on the table to see her sad face peering back at him. He took a deep breath. “It was just too much.” She watched him, waiting for him to continue. “Not the best way to start a relationship.” “So take away psychopaths trying to fuck it all up—would you two have worked? Better yet, would you three have worked?” He didn’t need to think long to answer that one. “Yes. I love her. No question. Seth loves her too. We’re both crazy about her and I saw our life with her.” “Then maybe it’s not time to throw in the towel just yet.” He spaced off for a moment. The first time he met her came popping into his head. She’d been so angry at him. He’d deserved it and she’d held nothing back. And yet even with all her attitude and pissiness he’d been completely drawn to her. He’d loved her spunk, her quirkiness. Catching her staring at his ass in the parking lot before she’d sped off had sealed the deal for him. He wanted her instantly and he’d wanted her more and more with every passing day since—even through his anger at her he’d wanted nothing more than to get past it and move forward with her. “I told her I wanted to marry her.” He mumbled the words as Molly’s mouth dropped open. “And?” “And she said someday.” “What does that mean?” “Someday being after the psychopaths were all gone and we could have a life that didn’t revolve around this constant fight to keep her safe.” “So…someday meaning today?” “Like I said, I think I fucked that up.” “And like I said, it’s not time to throw in the towel yet.” * * * * * He wanted to believe what Molly said but when he’d left Imogen a message asking that Katrina call him and that message went unanswered the next day, throwing in the towel seemed to be exactly what Katrina wanted to do. When he left two more messages over the next couple of days and still received no response, he started losing hope Katrina ever wanted to hear from him again. And on the fourth day when he’d still heard nothing from her, and Seth asked him where she was, he finally conceded the woman he loved was done with him. “Seth, I was pretty awful to Katrina when I found out how she’d lost her cell phone. I don’t think I can fix that. It was my fault.” “No duh, Dad. I know you were a dick to her.” “Language.” He was trying to be stern but given his own guilt at having driven away the woman he loved he wasn’t doing his parenting skills much justice. “Stop being such a chicken. Go see her. It’s not like it’s any secret where she’s staying. She still has a sub for class, so she’s just sitting at Ms. Graham’s house being upset. If you like her, you need to go talk to her. Tell her you’re sorry.” Seth was looking at him in exasperation and Dillon’s parents who were sitting around the dining room table were watching the conversation with interest. “It’s what you’d tell me to do if I was mean to someone!” Dillon didn’t miss the smirk on his mother’s face. “It’s complicated, Seth.” “Stop saying that! Why do grownups always say that? Uncomplicate it. What’s so hard about that?” Seth stalked from the room, leaving him to fend for himself against his parents’ prying eyes. They said nothing, just telepathically kicked his ass with their chastising expressions. But none of them quite understood his guilt. He’d hurt the woman he loved in a way she could never deserve and she didn’t want him anymore as a result. He didn’t blame her. He blamed himself. They had everything they’d always needed and now it was lost. They’d waited for this time, this time that was free of threat and now it was here and she was gone. And it was his fault. Chapter Thirty-Three “Dillon called again today, Trink.” Katrina’s brow instantly furrowed but she said nothing. She’d replaced her phone already but she was guessing he didn’t know that. Why would he? She was refusing to speak to him. Oddly, it wasn’t even as though she didn’t want to speak to him or see him. She missed him so much it hurt. But she didn’t know how to go back to a life with him. Maybe she’d been right when she’d suggested that adrenaline was fueling their relationship. Perhaps her desire for him would fade away with time. Perhaps she was just a damn idiot. She loved him. She didn’t question it for even one moment. Adrenaline hadn’t fueled their relationship— they had. And they’d done it easily. But so much had happened. She’d fucked up and endangered his son and that was always going to be there between them she feared. He’d lashed out and shown her just how cruel and terrifying he could be. She’d deserved it but she wasn’t sure she could cope with it. She was tired of feeling guilty. She’d never been prone to guilt so easily before, but it was a constant thing for her now and she was sick and damn tired of feeling as though her life was sullying everyone else’s around her. She’d met with a counselor earlier in the week at Imogen’s urging. Apparently you couldn’t be part of killing a person—even a bad one— and come out unscathed. She was going to be seeing the kindly older woman a couple of times a week for a while and she was oddly looking forward to it. Daphne was her name. Of course, it reminded her of Dillon’s mother Delphi but she just had to push those thoughts from her mind. Daphne hadn’t thought she was crazy at all when she’d talked about the incessant and ceaseless guilt that plagued her. She’d understood it fully. She’d even given her insight into it and explained it in such a way that Katrina questioned why she’d ever been confused by it. Of course it made sense. Her life had affected so many others—others’ lives who she valued as much as her own—and it was impossible not to feel guilt for the pain and fear they’d been caused. Daphne applauded Katrina’s guilt. She didn’t think it was warranted at this point but she applauded Katrina’s depth of caring for those around her. Naturally that brought her to Dillon. She avoided talking about him as long as possible but every avenue they explored seemed to lead back to him. Eventually she gave in. “Why do you think you’re avoiding him?” She shrugged. It was their second meeting, five days after DOP— death of psycho as she’d dubbed it. Psychos in her case. What had she done to attract two such lovely men? Katrina had struggled to attract even one decent man in the past and suddenly, she had one gold mine of a keeper who wanted to marry her, and two psychopaths on her tail all at once. Perhaps the two psychos were nature’s way of saying tut tut tut, you don’t deserve Dillon, little girl . “I don’t know.” “Sure you do. So, how about you explain it to me?” She glanced out Daphne’s window before looking back to her kind and motherly eyes—at least what Kat thought motherly eyes would look like. She had no real frame of reference of course. “I think he’s too good for me.” She hated the sound of her voice when she said it. She hated the words too. There wasn’t a single person who cared about her who would agree with that analogy and yet it was what she felt. “Why?” She thought about that for a moment. She wasn’t even sure how to put it into words. There had been something amazing about seeing Dillon standing in the driveway with his gun trained on Josh. His focus was singular and determined. His incredible need to protect her had overridden his own safety, his own job, everything. Everything for her. She, on the other hand, had made one stupid mistake after another, ultimately landing her in the clutches of psychopath number one. She was back to guilt again. She knew that. But it was the truth. She opened her mouth to speak, closed it again and then finally took a deep breath and tried to explain. “I’m almost mesmerized by his strength, his morality, his decency. He really is all those things. He may not be perfect but he’s amazing. I guess I’m just not sure what he could possibly see in me. I’ve screwed up. A lot. I mean he was willing to give up so much for me and I couldn’t seem to hack it. His own son’s life was jeopardized by me. That would never have happened to him. He’d have been too smart to let it.” Daphne stared at her slowly shaking her head. “First of all, he’s a cop, so no duh. He’s trained to think about these things in a way you’re not. Second of all, you made a great man fall in love with you all while dealing with psychopaths and your life being in danger. And you did all that without losing your mind.” She was smiling sweetly. “Really?” Kat was being sarcastic. “Yes, really. You’re not crazy, dear. You’re exhausted, you’re coping, you’re learning what it’s like to not have to fear death literally every second of your waking life again. These things affect a person in a big way. Relief that you’re safe may be the obvious emotion you would expect to feel but that doesn’t mean it’s the only thing you should expect to feel right now. I’ll say it again, these things affect a person.” “See? Crazy.” “Not crazy. Normal. Cut yourself some slack. You’ve been through hell and back over the past couple months. You dealt with it and you survived it. Stop selling yourself short. This whole disaster has taken its toll on you but it’s done now. It’s time to get your life back.” Daphne’s eyes flashed to the clock on the wall and she cocked her head to the side. “Time’s up. So, Tuesday and Friday next week too?” Katrina nodded as she stood. “Thanks, Daphne.” Daphne hugged her before Katrina left. It was Friday and Imogen had made Katrina promise to go out to a movie that night. She was looking forward to it after a week of sitting at Imogen’s alone during the day just so Imogen could bring home all the well-wishes from their coworkers every night. But even as she pulled from her parking spot at the clinic with a small measure of optimism, she lost it when she thought of him. * * * * * “Hi, Imogen.” She looked wary. She was going to turn him away and she didn’t want to. That’s what she looked like. “Hi.” “Can I come in?” She glanced behind her as if looking to see if the coast was clear. “I’m not sure that’s…I’m sorry. She’s just…I don’t know what she is. Confused?” “It’s my fault. Imogen, I really need to talk to her.” “Do you love her?” She looked horribly concerned. “You know I do.” “I mean really love her? Like rest-of-her-life love her?” “I told her I wanted to marry her, didn’t I? Yes, I do.” “Then figure out some way to convince her she deserves that.” Her expression was almost pleading, worried. “She’s upstairs. I assume you know where you’re going?” He nodded as he stepped into her entryway. “Umm…Stephens asked me to tell you hi.” The feisty Brit beside him was suddenly blushing and a small smile crept over her lips. But Dillon had another destination in mind. He hopped the stairs two at a time. He might have looked in a hurry to get to her and he was—but he was also terrified and he was trembling even as he moved forward. When he reached her door, he knocked. “I said I’d be down in a few, Imogen. For fuck’s sake, woman. Don’t you British bitches have any patience?” He laughed quietly before he could stop himself. She certainly sounded like his Kat. He pushed the door open and caught her in a robe, sitting on a chair in front of the French doors out to the balcony, rubbing lotion into her leg. She craned her neck around and sucked in a quick and shocked breath. “Well I’m not British and the last woman to call me a bitch had handcuffs on and I was reading her her rights—but you nailed me on the patience. Never has been my strong suit.” She took a steadying breath as she stood. He could hear her breathing tremble as she exhaled and he could see it in her diaphragm as he watched her chest fall. She covered her mouth with her hand and as she did her brow furrowed, her nostrils flared and her eyes filled with tears. He fought the emotion pricking at the back of his eyes and he stared at her. She’d not said a word to him, and he wasn’t sure he could handle it if she sent him packing. When she turned back to the window, he saw her head shake subtly. He approached her as his heart hammered and panicked. He couldn’t let her destroy them. He loved her too much and he knew she loved him too. She’d have to do a damn good job convincing him otherwise if she expected him to leave her in peace. He reached for her shoulders, clasping them in his hands as he closed in behind her body. The sun was setting out over the water and he wanted to be able to enjoy such an incredible view with her. But that wasn’t going to happen until they made it past this hurdle. He leaned down to her and she turned slightly toward him. “I told you once we don’t do separate anymore. We’re a whole, you and I.” She took another deep and shuddering breath. “I may have tried to convince you otherwise in my anger and you may have believed me in your need to hold yourself responsible and guilty, but it changes nothing. We are and always will be as whole as ever.” He waited for something—anything at all—but she just stared straight ahead. It wasn’t all she was doing though. She sniffed back the tears that were falling silently. “Please look at me?” She turned slowly toward him. She looked up to him but her eyes dropped quickly to his chest. “Please, Kat.” He cupped her chin in his hand and gently urged her face to tilt up to his. When she finally held his gaze without looking away he spoke. “I love you. I’m sorry I hurt you.” She let out a pained sob as her gaze shifted from him again but he pulled her face back again. “I love you.” He said it forcefully as though he could only make her truly understand if she heard the power behind what he was saying. “Tell me you don’t love me if you want me to go.” He believed she loved him. From the bottom of his heart he believed it, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified waiting to hear her say it. “I love you.” It was barely more than a whisper but the moment it was out of her mouth he attacked her lips. He kissed the mouth he thought he’d never get the chance to kiss again and he tasted her warmth as though he’d been deprived a lifetime. Her body stilled in shock at first, but that lasted only a moment before she turned the force of her lips on him. He pushed her body back to the bed and when he turned her to face the bed he reached around her to undo the sash tied at her waist. He quickly pulled his t-shirt off over his head and he splayed one hand out on her lower stomach, holding her body close to his. His chest and stomach were tight to her back and he leaned down, kissing the top of her shoulder before he undid the button at his waist and lowered his zipper with his free hand. He shoved his pants and underwear down, letting them drop to the floor. When he leaned forward into the back side of her body she took the hint and leaned down to climb onto the bed. He followed, keeping his body close to hers as he kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants. He yanked his socks off quickly as he climbed behind her to cover her most incredible figure with his. He was straddling her hips just below her bottom and he was so aroused it was difficult to not simply push his way between her legs and into her body. Instead of that he leaned down and kissed gently along the side of her neck as she moaned and whimpered. “I love you.” He whispered the words in her ear before he kissed her neck again. He kissed a trail along the back of her neck as he moved her long hair out of his way and when he ended up at her other ear he whispered again. “I love you.” He kissed along her shoulders and every so often he’d take a break to whisper it again. “I love you.” When he rolled her over to face him her eyes were puffy and she still had tears on her cheeks. He kissed them away. “I love you.” He couldn’t stop telling her what she meant to him and she just watched him. He kissed her mouth. “I love you.” He kissed a trail down to her breast that now had only the faintest of scars running across it. “I love you.” Over to her other breast. He pulled her nipple between his lips and she whimpered. “I love you.” He moved farther down her body over her tummy and between her legs and he took a break from telling her how much he loved her, long enough to lie between her legs and latch his mouth to her sex. She started writhing beneath his mouth and her hands quickly found his as their fingers wove together and gripped each other. He sucked her clit between his lips, pulling and licking at it and he listened as she started to fall apart. It left her stomach muscles contracting as he watched her body twitch through her orgasm and when he finally crawled back up her body he kissed her once. “I love you.” She bit her lip as he spoke and then she reached to his face. She caressed his lower lip, studying him as her fingers moved. She reached up and brushed a finger along his brow and hers flinched as she watched. She trailed that same finger down the bridge of his nose to end on his top lip and then she leaned up and kissed him. “I love you too.” His cock was already nestled between the warm, wet lips of her sex and when he started to push into her he reached down, touching her spot —the spot she loved to feel. He framed his fingers on either side of her opening, pushing slowly into her body. He could feel his dick pushing past his fingers and into her tightness and he groaned until he’d finally pushed all the way in. He pulled his hand from between them just long enough to intertwine his fingers with hers, pinning her hands above her head. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he started rocking into her. He was slow at first. He watched her eyes, he studied her lips, he kissed her but when she started pushing up into him, their bodies started moving faster. By the time she was coming again, he was pushing powerful strokes into her and she was crying out with every deep invasion but she held tight to his hips. He came shortly after she did, and buried his face in her neck as he released his hold on her hands. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight to her as he pulsed inside her. “I love you.” He whispered in her ear one final time before shifting their bodies so she lay facing him. “Marry me.” He brushed the hair from her eyes as she looked at him. “Now marry me.” “Yes.” Epilogue Five years later “Marley, go give your brother a big hug and tell him congratulations.” Katrina was whispering in Marley’s ear and Dillon was chuckling beside her. “You know she has no idea what ‘congratulations’ really means, much less why she’s congratulating Seth.” He was taunting her as she settled into her spot by him on the blanket. “Don’t underestimate our daughter. She’s smart for three and a half.” “Yes she is. Takes after her mother.” “Indeed.” He wrapped his arms around Katrina, pulling her between his legs to sit. He started rubbing her shoulders as she stretched her neck. She was wearing a sundress that made it very easy for him to slip his fingers under the straps and get his hands right down on her skin and she hummed as he massaged. They were watching Marley as she ran up to Seth. He crouched down to her level as she spoke. He laughed and picked her up, swinging her around in a circle. Seth still had his graduation gown on but it was unzipped and he’d lost his cap earlier in the day. Seth lifted Marley to sit on his shoulders and as they made their way across the large expanse of grass at the park to the large blanket Dillon and Kat were sitting on, he flipped Marley over his shoulders and down onto his lap as he sat down on the blanket with them. “Hey Dad, can Jake and I go out tonight?” “I suppose it depends on whether you intend to act like the adult you are or the obnoxious high schooler you used to be.” “Hmm. Probably gonna act like a high schooler but I promise I’ll call if we get arrested.” “That better be a joke.” Seth cocked his head in the annoyed manner he’d never managed to lose and Kat laughed at them. “So that’s a yes, right?” “Yes.” The graduation party was in a park and it was a simple affair. Seth never cared much for big to-dos and he’d never hear a complaint from Dillon in that regard. Jake was playing Frisbee with his grandfather and though Michael was slowing down some at sixty-three, Dillon couldn’t help but think the man was spry as hell for his age. Molly was sitting at a nearby picnic table deep in conversation with Delphi about Brent, Molly’s fiancé. In truth, the conversation likely had far more to do with wedding planning than anything else and Brent was little more than a side note. He couldn’t make it to the party that afternoon, as he’d been called away. He was a firefighter with the city and he was literally the first man Molly had ever dated who Dillon actually liked—likely because the taxpayers paid both their salaries. When Seth hopped up to join Jake and Michael, Marley chased after him and left Dillon with his lovely wife and her very accessible sundress. “Whatcha wanna bet the little miss is going to fall asleep on the way home?” Katrina turned toward him. “I’m counting on it. If Seth is going with Jake that gives us two hours of uninterrupted adult time.” “Ah. So what shall it be, dear? A five-minute quickie and a one-hour fifty-five minute nap or one hour of making love and a one-hour nap?” “Hmm. How about fifty-five minutes of foreplay, one hour of making love and a five-minute nap?” “That’s my good little nympho.” He pulled her back against his body and snuggled into her neck as they watched Seth toss the Frisbee to Jake and Marley squeal as she chased after it. He chuckled with his lips to her neck. “I love you.” He whispered it in her ear. He did multiple times most days and he’d never tired of saying it. Nor would he ever. “I love you too.” Katrina seemed as fond of the words as he was. Marley was fast asleep by the time they got halfway home and he reached for his wife’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she turned to look at their daughter sleeping in her car seat. She smiled at him. It was her seductive smile. He carried Marley upstairs, laying her gently down in her toddler bed and closing the drapes. Kat stood at the door watching him and he crept from the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Katrina pulled him to her the moment the door was closed, kissing him. He lifted her to straddle his hips and he took his wife to bed. The End Document Outline Text: Deborah Pin Images: Deborah Pin Cover: Deborah Pin Editing: Deborah Pin Layout: Deborah Pin Translation: Deborah Pin All rights reserved. Publication Date: October 17th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-xh0d0e4cef94795

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Robert & Sam Blow Her Whistle Savanna swiped a hand over her forehead as the sun beat down on her. David had been setting up his camp site for the past 2 hours as he walk into the pool area he caught a beautiful woman out corner of his eyes. Savanna got down after her shift was over and jumped into the pool after hours for a quick swim. He followed her into the pool trying to think of the right words to say. Savanna jerked around and frowned. "sir...i have to ask you to leave...the pool is closed and it's after hours" I've been outside in the heat for 2 hours I just need to relax for a few minutes If it bothers you that I'm here I guess I can leave. Savanna smiled. "i guess it's okay...just don't make me regret it" He smiled and ask would you like to get in with me It would be nice to have some company I'm camping alone. Savanna smiled and swam over to him. "how long you here for?" A week I'm here for the concert. Savanna laughed. "its a group of women from the local nursing home....they don't even sound good" Well I couldn't just come out and say I'm here for you because I've seen you around before. Savanna tensed and looked at him suspiciously. He saw the look she was giving him he says no no no its not like that I just wanted to talk to you for a little while you seem really lonely whenever I see you around here. Savanna sighed. "i make it a rule not to hang out with vacationers" he smiled and said Well I could pack up and go home and then come back later tomorrow. Savanna laughed. "no...i havent dated in 5 years..i dont plan to start now...the last guy was a cheating ass hole" He turned away with a half smile and said well I haven't dated ever. Savanna's eyes widened. "ever?" Can't find the right girl every girl I ever talk to my treats me like crap. Savanna smiled and swam close till she was pressed against him. "i can treat you real good" He said really if you like you can come to my site tonight I'm making barbecue. Savanna kissed him. "i have something better in mind" And what might that be Savanna smiled and slid a hand under the water and cupped him through his swim trunks. He turned red as he asked her really!?!?!? Savanna kissed him and rubbed her breasts against his chest He picked her up and moved into the steps inside the pool as he begins to slide her swimsuit off he becomes erect. Savanna untied his swim trunks as she kissed him again. He whispered to her you know I have never done anything like this before teach me. Savanna pushed him back onto the lawn chair and straddled his waist. He slowly slid out of his shorts exposing himself as he slid her swimsuit the rest of the way down. Savanna smiled and slowly inserted him into her, she moaned loudly And she slowly slid down him he jerked with pleasure as he gasped he couldn't believe this was happening to him. Savanna kissed him and started to rock her hips, sliding up and down his length. As she rocks back and forth he watched her breasts bounce he pulls her shoulders down so that her breasts were in his face. Savanna pants. "you can suck my nipples if you want" she rotated her but around his erection, then quickened her up and down motion. As he runs his hands down her back he begins to suck her nipples. Savanna moaned and her thighs slapped against his as she rode his hard length. As she continued to ride him he begin to move with her every movement was a pleasure he had never felt before. Savanna moaned and gripped his shoulders as she tightened around him. Moans please keep going. Savanna moans and slides down his length again, pushing him deep into her and grinding her hips against his. He picks her up and puts her on her back then begins to thrust hard and fast Savanna moaned loudly and pushes him into her by holding him close, her hands on his back as she arched toward him. He pulls her shoulders and pulls her up to him kisses her as he thrusts 1 last time. Savanna gasps and shudders as she comes and cries out. Is he cums deep inside her He moans and he falls backwards Savanna smiles and gets up. she kisses his cheek. slips her bathing suit back on. "we have to do that again some time" she winks and walks off into the fading day light. Before she walks away he stops around asks why did you do that for me? Savanna smiled. "someone was nice enough to introduce me to sex...thought i'd pass along the favor..besides...you're cute" He smiles and says I'm in 38 you should stop by later. Savanna smiles. "maybe i will...see you around" she walks off. He never did see her again. Publication Date: January 25th 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-special.2

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jewel crotan Stepbrother three After getting kicked out of the house by her mentally ill mother, Avery has no choice but to ask her stepbrother for help. Cole agrees to let her stay with him, under one condition – that she follow his rules, whatever they are, no questions asked. Cole is used to getting what he wants – and what he wants is Avery, no matter how wrong it is.... chapter one COLE I couldn’t concentrate on anything but her. Her hair, her smile, her soft skin and the curve of her hips. Those big tits and that tight little ass, shown off in a dress that was too small for her. She was driving me insane – so insane that I’d had to take her in the closet, let her know she was mine if I wanted. Her pussy had been warm and wet, stretching out around me as I fucked her with my fingers. The head of my dick would have been better, and I imagined what it would feel like, sliding into my stepsister’s tight little hole. My cock twitched in my pants. I shouldn’t have pulled her into that closet, shouldn’t have made her come like that on my fingers. But I couldn’t handle seeing her with that asshole Ruskin. He was a douchebag. And Avery was mine. But she’s not yours, Cole. She can never be yours. “Cole!” Kalia practically yelled in my face. “Are you even listening to me?” “Of course,” I lied. I wasn’t listening to her. I couldn’t focus on anything but Avery. She was over in the corner talking to Jeffrey Adams now, although there were so many people in the room I couldn’t get a good look at them. It made me anxious as fuck when I couldn’t see Avery, even more so when she was talking to another man. I took a swig of the drink in my hand and wondered how long I should let them talk before I went over there and punched him out. “And you have nothing to say?” Kalia demanded. She was wearing a long black and gold dress, her blonde hair pulled back from her face to show off her bright blue eyes and delicate features. Every man who walked by stared at her, that’s how beautiful she was. I’d fucked her the first night I’d met her, and any time I’d wanted since. I could leave with her right now if I wanted, take her to my apartment, or to hers, and screw her all night. But ever since my stepsister had come back into my life, Kalia did nothing for me. No one did. Except for Avery. “Nothing to say about what?” I asked Kalia, stalling for time. The crowd across the room parted a bit, and I watched as Jeffrey leaned in and whispered something to Avery. My hand tightened around my drink. I didn’t like him getting so close to her. “Cole!” Kalia raged. I sighed, annoyed that I was being forced to deal with this. Sleeping with my assistant had been a bad idea, especially with my tendency to get bored of women so easily. And although I hadn’t made Kalia any promises, she obviously hadn’t understood. I hadn’t even invited her here. She’d shown up unannounced, claiming she saw it on my schedule and just assumed she’d be needed. She wasn’t completely wrong – usually I would have asked her to accompany me, but I’d brought Avery instead. “What?” “You’re not listening to me.” Yeah, no shit. “I am listening.” I wondered if I was going to have to fire her. It would be a shame. She was a good assistant. “Then can you please answer my question?” “Can you please repeat it?” “I said are you coming over tonight?” “No.” Jeffrey was leaning in even further now, and I watched his eyes roaming over Avery’s tits. I shouldn’t have let her wear that dress out of the house. But I liked looking at her in it. My cock twitched again, thinking about how it would feel to fuck those tits, to shoot a nice load of cum all over her nipples. “Why not?” Kalia demanded. “Because.” I was through making excuses. Excuses would just prolong the inevitable truth -- that I was done with her. “You’re a real asshole, Cole,” she said. “I know.” But I wasn’t listening, and she knew it. She followed my gaze across the room to where Avery was standing. “What is she doing here?” she asked. “She’s only the second assistant!” “I brought her.” I took another swig of my drink. “For what? She doesn’t know how do anything yet.” I shrugged. “Go home, Kalia,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I drained the rest of my drink and set the empty glass down on a nearby table. And then I went to go get Avery. AVERY Jeffrey’s breath smelled like beer, and I tried to pull away from him, but he herded me over to the side of the room. “Relax, Avery,” he said. I tasted bile in the back of my mouth. Relax, Avery. That’s what he’d said to me that summer day. I could still remember the sun beating down on my shoulders, the sky so blue, the humidity so heavy in the air that it made my clothes stick to my skin. That day, and Jeffrey, were the reasons I hated summer, why I got depressed when the sun was out, why I preferred days that were cold and gloomy. “I am relaxed.” I tried as hard as I could to keep my voice even, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he was affecting me. I scanned the room for Cole, hoping he would see me and come over, but there were so many people here now that it was hard to keep my eyes on him. I finally spotted him, still talking to Kalia over by one of the elegantly set tables. She was gesturing with her hands and talking animatedly – whatever their conversation was about, it seemed serious. Was Jeffrey right? Were they fucking? I imagined Cole taking Kalia into the closet, the same closet where he’d just been with me, sliding his fingers up inside of her, making her come. Jealousy burned through me, which was ridiculous. He wasn’t mine. And how could you be jealous of something that didn’t belong to you? “Cole,” Jeffrey said, shaking his head in disbelief as we watched Cole with Kalia. “That dude gets so much prime pussy.” “What do you want, Jeffrey?” I asked. I pulled my eyes away from Cole and Kalia, turning my back to them so I wouldn’t have to see what they were doing. If I saw him touch her, even just brush the back of her hand, I was going to go insane. “Have lunch with me,” Jeffrey said, giving me an easy smile, the kind of smile you would give an old friend. But we weren’t old friends. Not even close. “Tomorrow. I know an amazing Italian place.” “No.” I shook my head. “No fucking way.” He leaned in close to me again, and I saw his eyes flick down to my chest. “If you want to keep your secret safe, you’ll do whatever I say,” he said, his breath hot against my neck. I glanced over my shoulder, weighing the possibility of seeing something between Cole and Kalia that would upset me against the fact that Cole might come over here if he saw I needed help. Kalia looked gorgeous – she was wearing a gold dress with black sequins down the sides that nipped in tight at the waist and accentuated her lithe figure. Her golden blond hair was swept back into a side bun, setting off the delicate gold earrings that dangled from her ears. She looked chic and elegant and effortless. I felt big and disheveled just looking at her. “He’s not a good guy, you know,” Jeffrey said, catching me looking at Cole. “What?” I forced my attention back to Jeffrey. “Cole. I know you always worshipped him growing up, but he’s bad news, Avery. He’s not a good person.” He shook his head sadly, like I was a child who needed to be told the truth. “The sooner you figure that out, the safer you’ll be.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. “And I don’t – didn’t -- worship him.” “Oh, please,” Jeffrey said, grabbing a crab-stuffed mushroom off the tray of a passing waiter. “You loved Cole growing up. You followed him around like a little puppy.” “I did not!” I was shocked. I didn’t love Cole growing up. I resented him. I hated the way the girls in my class drooled all over him, hated how he would show up at the neighborhood pool and cause all my friends to abandon their magazines and suntan lotion just so they could flirt with him. I hardly had any friends growing up, and the ones I did have, well -- I always had to wonder if they were only spending time with me because they were hoping it would get them closer to my stepbrother. “Whatever.” Jeffrey shrugged like it was no big deal. He finished the rest of his mushroom and washed it down with a swig of the beer he was holding. “So, coffee tomorrow?” “No.” “Really, Avery?” he said, sighing. “Can we just stop this little charade? Because I’d really hate for your big hero Cole to find out our little secret. I don’t think he’d like that too much, would he?” Jeffrey reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, sliding out a crisp white business card. “Call me in the morning,” he said, pressing the card into my hand. As he did, his grip tightened around my fingers, holding on for longer than was necessary. “What’s going on?” a voice asked from behind me. It was Cole, his eyes flashing with steely suspicion as he looked down at Jeffrey’s hand in mine. “Nothing,” I said quickly, pulling away from Jeffrey. I’d somehow ended up with his card in my hand. I wanted to drop it on the floor, to show Jeffrey that I had no intention of calling him, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want Cole to know anything weird was happening. “I ran into Jeffrey and we were just saying hello.” I smoothed my dress down, wishing I had a drink to sip, or something to hold in my hands. I felt fidgety and nervous. “Nice to see you, man,” Jeffrey said, holding his hand out to Cole, who shook it. “Nice to see you,” Cole said, but there was a hardness to his voice and his smile didn’t reach his eyes. I wondered if something had happened between the two of them to make them hate each other. Cole hadn’t seemed upset when I’d brought up Jeffrey’s name on the way over here, but now he was acting like Jeffrey was the enemy. And all those things Jeffrey had said about Cole not being a good guy – it definitely hinted at some kind of bad blood between the two of them. “Gearing up for the IPO?” Jeffrey asked easily. “Yes,” Cole said shortly. “It’s been exhausting. So if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll call it a night.” He looked at me pointedly. “Are you coming?” “Yes,” I said. I turned to Jeffrey. “It was good to see you, Jeffrey. Take care.” As I turned and headed for the door, I let Jeffrey’s business card fall from my hand and flutter to the floor. I was hoping that would be the last time I ever had to see him. But something told me it wasn’t going to be that easy. *** Once we were in the back of the town car, Cole pushed up the partition so that we were alone, separated from the driver. He didn’t say anything, and instead just turned and stared out the window, brooding. The silence stretched between us, growing more and more uncomfortable. After a while, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I was just about to speak when Cole beat me to it. “Stay away from him, Avery,” he said, his voice a dark warning. “What?” “Jeffrey. Stay away from him.” “I wasn’t… I didn’t intend on talking to him. He came up to me. I didn’t even know he was going to be there.” “Then why did you have his card?” “He made me take it. He pushed it into my hand.” “I don’t want excuses. Just stay the fuck away from him, Avery. I’m serious.” He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through his emails, indicating that the conversation was over. My blood boiled. What gave Cole the right to decide who I could and couldn’t talk to? He had been in some kind of serious conversation with Kalia, whom he obviously had some kind of history with. And just because I’d talked to a couple of men tonight – one who I hadn’t even met before, and one who I hadn’t seen in years -- he was allowed to pull me out of there and then make rules about what was acceptable? Not to mention what he’d done to me in the closet-- pushed his fingers up inside of me, played with my pussy and my clit until I’d come, when just an hour before he’d agreed that couldn’t happen again. I was sick of it. Cole stayed silent the whole ride back to his apartment, and the whole time all I could think about was how I wanted to just pack up my shit and leave. Being around him was reminding me just how cocky and arrogant he was. He’d always tried to boss me around like this we were younger, and now that he had money, he was acting even more entitled. When we finally pulled up in front of Cole’s building, the driver held the car door open for us, and I stepped out onto the sidewalk. I hesitated, wondering if I should just be a huge baby and pitch some kind of fit right here on the street, refuse to go upstairs with Cole until he apologized for treating me like his property. I stayed rooted in place as Cole stepped out of the car. His eyes raked up my body, moving over my legs, my hips, and lingering on my chest. “Tomorrow we’ll get you some clothes that actually fit. I don’t want you walking around the city like that.” He turned and began to walk toward the lobby. “Oh, really?” I called after him, just looking for a reason to fight. “Because you certainly didn’t mind it when we were alone in your apartment. And I didn’t hear any complaints when you pulled me into that closet a little while ago.” He turned around, his eyes hard and cold. “Keep your voice down.” “Why?” I asked. “Are you ashamed, Cole? Afraid what people are going to think? Because you sure as hell didn’t care what I thought of you when you left in the middle of the night without saying goodbye.” “You keep saying that!” he growled, walking back across the sidewalk toward me. “You keep accusing me of shit when you don’t know anything about that night, you don’t know anything about what I did!” “Yeah, and you keep saying that I don’t know what I’m talking about, and yet you don’t tell me anything! So what am I supposed to think?” “You’re supposed to think that I wouldn’t have left you unless I had a damn good reason.” chapter two “Why? Because I’m supposed to trust you?” I shook my head. “Are you serious, Cole?” It was true. How could I really ever trust him? He was totally untrustworthy. I saw it growing up, in the way he would use girls for his own pleasure before tossing them aside, how a smile and a charming word would get him out of trouble. But most of all, I knew it firsthand, because of the way he’d left, because of the way it made me feel. “Yes, I’m serious,” he said. “You should know that – ” But before he could finish, the door to his building opened, and the doorman poked his head out. “Mr. Buchanan?” he asked. “I’m sorry to interrupt, sir, but there was an incident while you were gone.” “What kind of incident?” Cole asked. “A man came to see you, sir. He was very adamant about getting upstairs.” My heart stopped. Gordon. It had to be. Who else would show up at Cole’s apartment? He was probably looking for me. He’d probably come to take me back home. Either that or he’d came to talk to Cole. And do God knows what. “Gordon,” I said to Cole. “It had to be.” I’d never felt such pleasure – like the way he’d kissed me on the mouth, he knew what he was doing down there, his fingers and mouth moving in a hypnotic rhythm. His mouth was warm, his tongue sliding inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit while his fingers fucked me. I could feel my orgasm building, becoming more powerful until it threatened to overtake me like a tidal wave. “Cole,” I breathed. “Cole, I’m going to come.” “No.” He stopped, his hands grabbing my hips and holding me still. “Not yet.” He slid up my body until his cock was right at my entrance, poised against my hole. He stroked the head of his dick up and down my slit, and I arched my back as he grabbed onto my nipple with his mouth, sucking as ground his hips against mine. “Shit, Avery, you’re so fucking wet,” he breathed as he moved against me. “I want to fuck you, baby.” “I want you to,” I said. “Please, I want you to fuck me, please, Cole.” My begging seemed to excite him, and he began to move up and down faster and faster against my pussy. Every time I felt like he was going to slide inside of me, he’d slow down. His body felt perfect against mine, our eyes locked on each other as he moved against me. Even without him going inside of me, I could feel my orgasm building again, the warmth starting in my pussy and moving through my body, gaining momentum. I moaned and Cole looked down at me and grinned. “You want to come on me, baby?” “Yes,” I whispered, not trusting myself to say anything more. I was afraid if I said the wrong thing he would stop, and take this insane pleasure away from me -- and if he did, I was afraid I would go insane. “Do it. Come for me, Avery. Come all over my dick.” Him saying the words was enough to push me over the edge and I came on him, my pussy convulsing on his cock. “Fuck,” he swore as I came, pushing my legs apart and moving his dick up and down faster and harder. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock, guiding it as I jerked him up and down. “Fuck, Avery,” he said. “You are so fucking sexy.” He came a second later, shooting his load as I stroked him. When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, the weight of his body pressing into mine. My heart was beating fast, and I could feel his heart racing inside his chest, too. He kissed me softly on the forehead and then rolled off of me, over to the other side of the bed. As soon as he was gone, I wanted his body back on top of me. We lay there in the dark for a long moment, not saying anything. After a moment, I got up and headed for the bathroom. My face was flushed and red, and I splashed water on it, trying to calm myself down. My eyes were shiny and bright with excitement. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that with my stepbrother, let him touch me and lick me and push his tongue up inside of me. It made me horny all over again, just thinking about it. But why hadn’t we had sex? I’d wanted to, and I’d made that pretty clear. So what had stopped him? Cole was the definition of a womanizer, having a different girl in his bed almost every night. So why hadn’t he wanted to sleep with me? I took a few deep breaths, waiting until my breathing had slowed to normal before returning to the bedroom. I went to grab my pajamas from where they were laying in a pile on the floor, but Cole propped himself up on one arm. “No,” he said. “I want you naked.” I shook my head. “I’m not sleeping naked.” I reached down and picked up the tank top, but Cole reached out and grasped my arm. “My rules, remember?” I hesitated for a moment, then dropped the garment onto the floor. I climbed into bed, making sure to stay on my side. The last thing I wanted was for Cole to feel like I expected him to stay here with me, or that I felt like he owed me anything. Cole slid the blankets off my body, letting his gaze move over my naked body. His hand reached out and slid over my breast, then down the side of my stomach and the curve of my hip. Then suddenly, he was on top of me again, his hands pinning my wrists to the bed. I felt him growing hard against my bare pussy, and I immediately got wet again. “Do you know how bad I want to fuck you, Avery?” he growled. “Do you know how hard it is having you here, walking around in those tight little outfits, looking so god damn sexy? All I can think about is getting into your tight little pussy, how you would feel spreading out around my cock.” He was holding my wrists hard, and his fingers pinched my skin. “Please,” I said, wiggling a little bit. “Please, Cole, you’re hurting me.” It was like a switch flipped. “Come inside,” Cole said to me, and I followed him into the lobby. “Like I said, Mr. Buchanan, I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I thought you would want to know as soon as possible.” The doorman’s tone was professional and measured, but you could sense concern under the surface – whatever had happened tonight had definitely been out of the ordinary. “Thank you, Graham,” Cole said. “And it’s fine. My conversation was over.” I resisted the urge to scream. It was good to know that I had no say in when we were done talking about something. “Can you tell me what he looked like?” Cole asked. “He was about five ten, black hair and a mustache,” Graham said. “He was vehement that you were supposed to have left a key for him, and when I told him you hadn’t, he asked if he could access the apartment anyway. He was polite at first, but then he got a little mouthy with me. When I told him we had security cameras and if he didn’t leave soon we’d have to call the police, he took off.” I frowned. That didn’t sound like Gordon. The physical description was all wrong. “Are you sure he wasn’t taller?” I asked. “With no mustache?” “Avery,” Cole said, shooting me a warning look. But I was sick of shutting up. Gordon was a threat to my safety too – in fact, he was probably more of a threat to me, since the only reason Gordon even cared about Cole was because I was with him. “What?” I asked. “I have a right to ask questions, too.” “Would you like to see the tapes, Mr. Buchanan?” Graham asked. “No,” Cole said at the same time I said, “Yes.” “Thank you, Graham,” Cole said. “Please let me know if he comes back.” “Of course.” Graham nodded his head and tipped his hat with one white-gloved hand. “You can count on us for the best security, Mr. Buchanan.” “What the hell are you doing?” I asked as Cole led me toward the elevator. “Don’t you want to see the tapes? It didn’t sound anything like Gordon, don’t you want to know who it was?” Cole mumbled something unintelligible as we stepped onto the elevator. I wasn’t completely sure, but it sounded like, “I know who it was.” “What?” I demanded. “You know who it was? Then who was it?” “No one.” He pushed the button for the top floor roughly, then watched impatiently as the numbers over the doors began lighting up as the elevator began its ascent. “No one? It sounded like someone.” “It’s taken care of.” “Wait, what?” I shook my head. “What’s taken care of?” The elevator dinged as we hit his floor, and he stepped off and began making his way toward his apartment, his strides long and purposeful. “Cole!” I yelled, struggling to keep up with him. “Stop. You need to tell me what the hell is going on.” “Avery, please,” he said as I followed him into the apartment. “It doesn’t concern you.” His voice was another warning, yet again making it clear that I shouldn’t push him. I stared at him for a long moment as he walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of sparkling water, uncapped it, and took a long drink. He loosened his tie and then pulled his wallet and keys out of his pocket, throwing them onto the kitchen counter. He picked up his phone and began typing out a text message to someone before turning his back to me. “Whatever,” I said, livid. “I’m going to bed.” I stalked down the hall and into the bathroom, where I took off my dress and got into the shower. Anger burned bright inside of me, and I grabbed the shampoo and conditioner and lathered up my hair, trying to be careful of my wrist. It was starting to feel sore again -- I was going to need to put my brace back on when I got out of the shower. Nice of Cole to come and check on me, to make sure I was okay. He obviously cared about nothing but himself. I dried off and dressed in one of the pajama sets that Kalia had brought for me. It was a soft pink strappy tank top and a pair of matching shorts. It felt like an extravagant waste of money – the pieces were well made and soft against my skin. They were obviously expensive. I’d never spent money on pajamas before. Why would I when I could just wear a long t-shirt and call it a day? I crawled into bed and turned off the light, but I couldn’t sleep. My mind was racing, thoughts of Jeffrey and Cole and Gordon and the mysterious man who’d shown up here tonight swirling through my head. Who was that man? And why wouldn’t Cole tell me about him? Obviously I knew Cole had a life here, in New York, filled with powerful people and important events and meetings and things I knew nothing about. But why was he being so secretive? Why was a man trying to gain access to his apartment? Cole’s not a good guy, Avery. No matter what you think. That’s what Jeffrey had said. But Jeffrey wasn’t a good guy himself, so how was I supposed to believe anything he said? I pulled the expensive sheets tighter around my body, trying to find a way to get comfortable. I was no stranger to insomnia. Starting when I was about thirteen, I’d had a hard time sleeping. To sleep was to give up control, to let yourself be vulnerable, with no protection or security. To sleep meant to let your guard down, and if there was one thing I’d learned, it was to never let your guard down, even for a second. Because the moment you did, there was always someone there, ready to strike. And I was nobody’s prey. My wrist was starting to throb, and I grabbed my brace from the bathroom and tried to get it on. But it was too hard to do by myself. Every time I’d try to fasten it together, one side would fall off, and my wrist hurt too much to be able to hold the sides tight enough. I opened the medicine cabinet over the sink and looked for ibuprofen, but there was none. In fact, the shelves were empty. I stood there for a moment, staring at the emptiness, so different from the medicine cabinet at home, which was always filled with a mess of pill bottles and prescriptions, so many of them that they needed to be stacked on top of one another. I remembered there was a guest bathroom just off the hallway, so I headed out into the apartment in search of pain relief. The sound of the TV came, muted and soft, from the living room. Cole must have been watching something. The guest bathroom door was open, but I hesitated, not feeling completely okay about going inside and rummaging through Cole’s stuff. It was one thing to do it in the bathroom off my room – he’d given me that space. I thought about going back to bed, but the ache in my wrist was starting to intensify, and I knew enough about pain to know that if you didn’t get on top of it, it could eventually become unmanageable. So I took a deep breath and headed for the living room. Cole was sitting on the couch in just a pair of sweatpants and no shirt, the flat screen TV over the fireplace tuned to SportsCenter. His dark hair flopped over his forehead, his eyes bright and focused on the highlights of some football game. My heart squeezed in my chest. He looked so different than he had just a few hours ago, all dressed up in his expensive suit, ordering me around some fancy party that people expected him to be at. Now he was just Cole, lounging around the house watching SportsCenter, the way he used to do all the time when we were growing up. He’d come home from whatever party or girl’s house he’d been at, grab a bag of chips or a sandwich and settle onto our couch and flip on ESPN. I’d grab whatever book I was in the middle of and sit down next to him, reading my book while he watched sports highlights. We’d sit there for hours, him watching TV, me lost in my book. We didn’t talk, except for the occasional time when he’d point out some sports play I wouldn’t completely understand or I’d tried to tell him some plot twist in my book that he wouldn’t care about. We’d pass snacks back and forth and I’d refill our sodas when they got low. It was comforting, just having him there, being out of my room and having him close to me. I always felt safer when he was around. The scene in front of me now might have been taking place in a New York City penthouse instead of our tiny, falling apart house back in Jersey, but it was so familiar to me. All I wanted to do was curl up next to him on the couch with a good book. “Cole?” I asked. But the volume on the TV was too high, and he didn’t hear me at first. “Cole?” I asked again, a little louder this time. Even though the scene was familiar, now that we were on his turf, it felt like I was intruding on him in some way, like I was interrupting him and had no right to be there. He turned to look at me, and he was so beautiful I caught my breath. I’d been annoyed at him earlier, when he’d been Business Cole, but now he was just here, my stepbrother, the person who used to make me feel safer than anyone in the world. Until he’d left and shattered my heart into pieces. “Um, is there any ibuprofen?” I asked. “What’s wrong?” He shut the TV off and stood up. I was suddenly aware I was in just a pajama top and shorts, the thin material clinging to my body. I wasn’t even wearing a bra, and I saw his eyes lingering on my breasts. “My wrist hurts.” “Let me see.” He walked over and took my wrist in his hand gently, running his fingers over my skin. His touch sent fire roaring through my body, and I felt flush. “It doesn’t look swollen,” he said. “Where’s your brace?” “I couldn’t get it on. I think it’s okay. I mean, I don’t think it’s getting worse or anything, it just hurts.” “Stay here.” He disappeared into the guest bathroom, then returned with a bottle of ibuprofen. He poured me a glass of water from the pitcher that was in the fridge and watched to make sure I swallowed the pills. “Drink the rest of the water,” he said. “I’m not thirsty.” “You need to stay hydrated, Avery. For your wrist.” I rolled my eyes and finished the water. “Happy?” “Yes.” He took my empty glass and set it in the dishwasher. I admired the way his body moved, the smooth planes of his chest, the broadness of his shoulders. I shivered a little. “You’re cold,” he said. “You need to get back in bed.” “I’m not tired.” “Too bad. We have to be at the office tomorrow at eight. You don’t want to be tired for your first day, do you?” I shook my head. I wanted to ask him why he was allowed to be awake, why he got to stay up late watching TV when he had to work in the morning, too. But it didn’t work that way. I was starting to learn that Cole made – or at least tried to make – the rules for me, but I didn’t make the rules for him. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll help you with your brace.” I followed him back to my room, through the door and into the bathroom where he grabbed my brace and held it out to me. I held out my arm and he clicked it on. The support instantly made my wrist feel better. “Thank you,” I said. “You’re welcome.” He stood there staring at me, his eyes boring into mine, an electricity in the air, crackling so intensely that it was undeniable. But a second later, he looked away. “Time for bed.” We walked back into my room, and he waited until I was under the covers before turning off the light. “Good night, Avery.” “Good night, Cole.” I heard the click of the light switch and the sound of his footsteps disappearing down the hall. I held my breath, hoping he would come back, yearning to feel his arms around me the way they’d been last night. After a few moments, I’d given up hope. And then the door to my room opened and he slipped into bed next to me, so close I could feel the warmth of his body. He didn’t say anything, just lay there, looking up at the ceiling. I turned over and stared at his profile, the strong line of his jaw, the faint stubble on his chin, the curve of his lashes. Finally, he turned and looked at me. “Hi,” he breathed. “Hi.” He reached out and pushed a strand of hair off my face, then moved closer so that his lips were just inches from mine. “Shit,” he said softly, shaking his head. “I can’t stay away from you.” I didn’t say anything, afraid that if I said the wrong thing, I’d remind him of what we were doing, remind him that we’d said we couldn’t do this anymore, and he’d get up and leave. And I so desperately wanted him to stay. I hated him and loved him all at the same time. I wanted him to hold me and had the urge to push him away. It was confusing and thrilling and it made no sense and perfect sense. His hand cupped my chin. “Do you know how crazy you drive me, walking around in outfits like that?” “I didn’t pick it out.” “You are so fucking sexy.” The pad of his thumb slid over my lower lip, and then slowly, his lips came toward mine. My breath hitched, catching in my chest, my pulse pounding and my heart speeding up. I wanted him to kiss me more than I’d wanted anything in my life. “Avery,” he whispered. “God, what are you doing to me?” He lowered his head toward mine and kissed me gently on the lips. His lips were warm and soft, and when he pulled away, I opened my eyes. The two of us stared at each other in the dark for a moment. It was the first time he’d kissed me on the lips, and while the other stuff we’d done had been sexual and exciting and had gotten me so horny and turned on I could hardly take it, this was more serious, more romantic, more intimate. Cole shook his head slightly and then turned away from me, like he was going to leave. Disappointment flooded my body, but a second later, he turned back around, took my face in his hands and kissed me again. This time, his tongue parted my lips and moved against mine, making it clear who was in control. He kissed me and kissed me and kissed me, harder and deeper, pulling me close until I was pushed up tight against his body. I could feel his cock, hard through his pants, and I tried to keep myself from grinding into him, tried to keep him from knowing how badly I wanted him. His hands slid up under the back of my tank top, causing a shiver to slide up my back. “You are so beautiful,” he said. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” I shook my head no. “Let me show you,” he rasped, and then his mouth was back on mine, his stubble rubbing against my cheeks and chin as our mouths fell into a sensuous rhythm. It was the best kiss I’d ever had in my life. He knew what he was doing, knew just where to move his tongue, knew just how to hold me close. He tasted like peppermint and he smelled like soap and expensive cologne, and it was a heady combination that made me dizzy. My pussy was wet, and I was afraid if he touched me I was going to come already. He pulled back and rolled his body on top of mine, and I let my hands wander over his bare chest, lingering on his shoulders, his pecs, his biceps. He was so built that he made me feel tiny, and his hands grabbed my tits as he kissed me, pulling my tank top off and tossing it onto the floor. Then he grabbed my pajama pants and pulled them off, too, until I was lying there in just my panties. “Fuck,” he said as he gazed down at my nipples. He took one into his mouth, sucking it gently, sending heat through my body. His eyes locked on mine as he sucked, adding to the intensity of having my nipple in my stepbrother’s mouth. He stopped for minute, just gazing at me as he pushed himself between my legs, forcing my legs apart so that his dick was right against my pussy. He started grinding against me, and I moaned and bit my lip, arching my back. Even though we were separated by his sweatpants my panties, he was getting me dripping wet. “Does that feel good, baby?” he whispered. “Does my dick feel good against your pussy?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck, Cole, that feels so good.” “You want me inside of you, don’t you, baby?” “Yes,” I moaned, imagining the tip of his hard cock sliding into me, imagining him on top of me, pumping me harder and faster, his balls slapping against my ass until we both came. But instead of doing that, he stopped. “Please,” I breathed. “Cole, please don’t stop.” “Don’t stop what?” he demanded, his eyes bright. He pulled off his pants and boxers, tossing them onto the floor, and I caught a glimpse of his cock, thick and rock hard. “Don’t stop grinding your cock against me.” He grinned at me devilishly, then grabbed my hand, like he’d done last night, and slid it over his stomach. I could feel every muscle of his six-pack, every distinct ridge of his gorgeous body as he guided my hand down until I was touching his shaft. I began to stroke him up and down while he kissed me. After a few minutes, he began kissing down my neck, over my stomach until he was between my legs. He grabbed the sides of my panties, his thumbs sliding under the waistband before sliding them off and over my ankles. He pushed my legs back apart and then his mouth was on me, nibbling on my thighs, his breath warm against my skin. I cried out as he reached my center and his tongue swirled over my clit. “You taste so good, baby,” Cole said, his finger sliding inside of me for a second before his mouth kissed me slow and deep right on my pussy. chapter three He dropped my hands like I was on fire and moved away from me, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He sat there for a second, then dropped his head into his hands. I reached out and touched his back. “Cole?” He stood up and grabbed his clothes, started putting them on. “Cole?” I said. “I’m sorry, I just… is everything okay?” “No, everything’s not okay,” he said. “I hurt you.” “No, it was just… you were just holding me a little too tight, that’s all. It felt good. I wanted you to keep going.” My voice was soft, and I could hear the desperation in my tone. I hated that I wanted him so bad, hated that he had this power over me. He was pulling his shirt on angrily, pushing his arms through the holes. He stood up and started walking toward the door, and I felt tears starting in my eyes. He was just leaving me here, in this bed, naked, after he’d taken what he wanted. “Good,” I called after him. “Good, Cole, just leave. That’s what you do best anyway.” He came storming back into the room, eyes blazing. “What did you say?” “I said you’re good at leaving. So go ahead and do it.” I pulled the covers back up over my body. I wanted to get dressed, but I wasn’t going to get up and grab my clothes – it would have given him a full view of me, and there was no way I was going to allow that. He’d seen the last of me naked. “Stop saying that, Avery,” he warned. “Stop saying I left you.” “I’ll say whatever I damn well please. You left, and that’s it.” I made sure to keep my tone neutral, the way I’d done every time someone brought up his name, like he meant nothing to me, like I didn’t care he’d left. After a while, I’d started believing it myself. But ever since I’d seen him, it was like the curtain was being lifted and revealing the truth, little by little. And the truth was, I did care. Cole had hurt me more than anyone, ever. My stepfather was a viper – but I’d never trusted him. Cole had been different. Cole was never supposed to have hurt me. So when he did, the pain had been almost unbearable. Which is why I’d done my best to bury it deep inside. “Stop fucking saying that,” Cole demanded. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Avery.” “I’ll stop saying it when you explain. Oh, that’s right, you can’t.” I didn’t care if I sounded like a brat. I was pissed. “You want to know why I left, Avery? You really want to know?” “Yes!” He walked all the way into the room and stopped at the food of the bed. His eyes locked onto mine, the soft light of the city shining through the windows behind him, illuminating his face and making him look even more gorgeous than he already was. He was so beautiful, so perfect that I almost couldn’t take looking at him. Tears burned in my eyes again, and I tried my best to blink them away. I wanted to turn back time, turn it back to when we were lying in my bed, the two of us, our arms around each other, our lips pressed together. “I saw you,” Cole said softly. “What?” He sat down on the end of the bed, shook his head and placed his hands together, his elbows resting on his knees. “That night, the night I left. You were… you were coming out of the bathroom after your shower. You were wearing my grey Giants t-shirt and you…you were so beautiful, Avery. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I waited for you to come downstairs, but when you didn’t, I went up to find you.” I stayed silent, my pulse racing, waiting for him to go on. “When I got back upstairs, my dad was there. He was standing outside your door. And I knew, I just knew he was there to do something to you, Avery. I grabbed him, pulled him down the stairs and dragged him into the backyard.” “No.” I shook my head, remembering. “No, that night, the night you left…no one was home. You were out with Jessica McNeal and Gordon and my mom were out drinking.” “That’s true,” Cole said. “But we all got home around the same time, probably around the time you were finishing up your shower. I almost beat the shit out of him that night, Avery. I punched him three times, and I couldn’t stop. He told me to leave, that if I left, he wouldn’t touch you. He promised me, and I believed him.” “So you left because you thought it was going to protect me?” “I wanted to take you with me, I wanted to take you away with me. But then I realized the worst part of the whole thing.” “What?” I asked softly. “I was just like him.” He turned and looked at me, and I could see the pain in his eyes, burning deep and bright. “I wanted you, Avery. I wanted to touch you and kiss you. I wanted to be with you.” I reached out and touched his arm. “I wanted to be with you, too, Cole.” He pulled away. “No.” He stood up. “It’s wrong.” “Why? Because I’m your stepsister?” “Yes. And because I can’t… I’m not good for you, Avery. I want things, sexual things, that you couldn’t understand.” “Like what?” “Control.” I frowned. “Yeah,” I said. “I know. But I…” I looked up at him, standing there, so tall and strong, the room bathed in moonlight around in him. My heart was beating so fast I was afraid he as going to hear it. “I want you to control me. I want you to tell me what to do, I want…” I swallowed, the words catching in my throat. “I want you to teach me how.” He didn’t say anything, the seconds ticking by as the silence stretched between us. It felt like we were hovering on the edge of some invisible cliff, waiting to see which way we were going to get pushed. I wanted whatever he was about to say to send us over the cliff, to drop us into freefall without any net except each other. “No,” he said finally. “No?” I repeated incredulously. “No, Avery. I can’t, it’s not…” He shook his head. “It’s not right.” “I’m not a little girl anymore, Cole,” I said. “I can make my own decisions.” “No, you can’t.” “What?” “You don’t know what you want, Avery. You’re fucked up just like I am.” I recoiled. “What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about the fact that you like when I tell you what to do, that you like it when I’m rough with you, when I talk dirty to you and grab you hard.” I licked my lips. “So?” I said. “You like it, too.” “Yeah, because I’m fucked up, Avery. I have a need to control. And I’m not going to take advantage of your weakness.” “You’re not taking advantage of me. I told you, I want you to. I like it.” “Stop saying that!” he said. His hands balled into fists, and he slid over on the bed until he was next to me. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me toward him until our foreheads were pushed together. “Stop saying that,” he whispered. “But it’s true.” “Do you know how hard it is for me resist you when you say things like that?” he demanded. “Do you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you?” He reached up and pulled the sheet that was covering my body down, leaving me exposed. And then he was on top of me again, his mouth on mine, his hands roaming over me, his fingers exploring as our tongues touched. He pulled away from me for a moment, then pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. I caught my breath at the sight of his body, so built and strong and perfect. He stood up and looked down at me. “Get off the bed,” he said. I got off the bed and walked over to him, loving the way he was looking at me, loving the lust that burned in his eyes as he took in my naked body. “Get on your knees,” he demanded, and I slid to the floor, the rough fabric of the carpet burning my knees. Cole reached down and grabbed my chin, tipping it up so that I was looking right in his eyes. His thumb moved over my bottom lip. “Please, Cole,” I said, wanting so badly to please him. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want.” He kept his eyes on mine, the look on his face letting me know he was weighing his options, deciding just what to do with me. “Take my dick out,” he said. His voice was husky, all traces of emotion gone, replaced with nothing but desire. I grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down over his muscular thighs. His cock was already hard, and I reached out and grabbed it, my palm wrapping around his shaft. I loved the feel of him in my hand, loved that he was so big and hard. But Cole took a step back, moving out of my reach. “Did I say you could touch it?” “No.” “Put your hands behind your back.” I did as I was told and put my hands behind my back, waiting for further instruction. “Open your mouth.” I opened my mouth and Cole grabbed his hard cock and slid it over my tongue. I wrapped my lips around him, but he was so big I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to take it. He put his hand on the back of my head, giving me no choice, and I began sucking him, feeling him grow rock hard in my mouth. He reached down and played with my tits, his hands moving over my nipples. “Fuck, Avery,” he said. “Suck my dick, baby, your mouth feels so good.” I sucked him, harder and harder, bobbing up and down, letting him use me for his pleasure. “Use your hands now. Stroke me while I fuck your mouth.” I began to stroke him, up and down, faster and faster. I loved the way he tasted. “I’m going to come in your mouth, baby, don’t stop.” A second later, I felt him go off in my mouth, felt him shoot his load down my throat. I sucked it all down, every last drop. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, threw me down and spread my legs. He didn’t say another word, just went to town on my pussy, eating me out until I was moaning and writhing on the bed. I was close to coming just from sucking him off, and his mouth on me sent me back over the edge. A second later, my orgasm ripped through me, the most intense one I’d ever had, even more intense than the one he’d just given me. When he was done, he closed his eyes, like he couldn’t believe what had just happened. He stood up and began to get dressed. His body language was closed off, and I scrambled to get under the covers, feeling exposed and vulnerable. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Was it… I mean, was it okay?” “It was fine, Avery,” he said. But his voice was cold. “Okay,” I said. Disappointment washed over me again. He was halfway out the door when he turned around. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “Do you need anything?” Yes, for you to hold me the way you did last night, for you to look at me the way you were looking at me a few minutes ago, for you to love me. “No,” I said. “I’m good.” “Good night, Avery.” “Good night, Cole.” A second later, he was gone. And this time, he didn’t come back. *** My alarm went off the next morning at six, but I’d been awake all night, tossing and turning. And when I dragged myself into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, my lack of sleep showed. My eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath them. My hair was a rat’s nest, tangled in clumps around my head, and my cheeks were flushed and blotchy. I stepped into the shower and shampooed and conditioned my hair, then went to work with the hair dryer, hoping to make some inroads. Concealer and foundation helped a bit, along with the white-and-black checked wrap dress and black Ralph Lauren pumps I found in the closet. The dress was made of a stretchy material, and it fit me perfectly, unlike the other things that had seemed too small. I pulled my hair back into an impression of the bun I’d seen Kalia wearing last night, hoping I looked professional. I’d never had a job like this before, the kind of job you needed to dress up for, the kind of job where people might be judging you on how you looked. When I got to the kitchen, I expected to find Cole there, eating breakfast or going over emails. But the apartment was empty. There was a note on the shiny silver espresso machine. Went in early. Please be at the office by 8. ~Cole I pulled off the post-it and stared at it. Cole’s messy handwriting was familiar, and it made my heart clench. Other than that, though, there was no indication of what we’d done last night, no indication that we were anything other than boss and employee. I brewed myself an espresso and poured it into a travel mug I found under the counter. It was a little early for me to leave for Cole’s office, but I didn’t want to be late. So I took the elevator downstairs and headed outside. The street was filled with people, all of them rushing off to their jobs or classes or appointments. I fell into step with them, finding a certain comfort and happiness in the fact that I was a part of it. When I was a few blocks from Cole’s office, I realized I was going to be really early. I didn’t want to be late, but I didn’t want to be too early, either. So I ducked into a coffee shop, deciding to buy myself a muffin to celebrate my first day of work. It was silly, I knew. It wasn’t like I’d interviewed for this job, wasn’t like I’d been waiting my whole life for it. I was working for my stepbrother, hadn’t had to do anything to get the job, hadn’t earned it. But I still wanted to do a good job, still wanted to prove to Cole and myself that I could do well. I might have gotten the job for no reason other than my connection, but it was still an assistant job to the CEO of one of the biggest company’s in New York. If I played my cards right, I could use it to gain experience, maybe even leverage it into another job somewhere else. This could be my chance to make something of myself, to get out of New Jersey, to not have to depend on anyone but myself. chapter four  I ordered my muffin and sat down at a table in the corner, paging through an issue of the New York Times someone had left behind. I sipped my espresso and ate my muffin, being careful not to get crumbs on my dress. I was so keyed up and excited about my first day of work, and about seeing Cole again after what had happened last night, that it took me a second to realize that a man sitting in a booth across the café was staring at me. When I caught his eye, he looked quickly down at his phone. He was wearing beat-up khaki pants and a navy blue hooded sweatshirt, his face weathered from sun. He was about mid-thirties, and something about the way he was sitting – hunched over, his legs spread apart – seemed out of place. We were in a very expensive part of the city, and most of the people here were dressed in business attire, on their way to work. This man seemed like he didn’t belong, and I didn’t like the way he was staring at me. Relax, Avery, I told myself. You’re being paranoid. This whole thing with Gordon was making me jumpy. There was no reason to think the man in the coffee shop was looking at me, or following me. He was probably just one of those creepy men you always heard about that hung out in the city. Except… I glanced at him quickly out of the corner of my eye. He had a mustache, and even though he was wearing a Yankees baseball hat, I could see a tiny shock of black hair peeking out from underneath. Black hair and a mustache. Wasn’t that what Graham the doorman had said about the man who’d shown up at Cole’s building, demanding to be let into Cole’s apartment? Could it really be a coincidence that a man fitting that same description was here, now, giving me a weird feeling? I wondered if he’d followed me here, if he’d been watching Cole’s apartment building, waiting for me. You’re being crazy, Avery. Still. I finished my muffin and left the coffee shop. Once I was out on the street, I started to feel better. There were tons of people out here – surely if that man really was following me, he wouldn’t try anything with so many people around. But as much as I told myself I was being crazy, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I turned and looked behind me, just to make myself feel better. But the man from the coffee shop was following me. He was weaving in and out of the crowd, trying to keep up with me. I quickened my pace, but he quickened his. I crossed to the other side of the street, and so did he. I wasn’t sure what to do. My heart pounded in my chest, my fight or flight response in full effect. Everything inside of myself was telling me to run. But if I ran, I was afraid he’d realize I knew he was following me. And that might spur him to do something, witnesses or not. I zigzagged around the street, trying to lose him, panicked. When I finally got into Cole’s building, I was out of breath, my chest rising and falling in short gasps. As the security guard checked my name off on a list and printed up a temporary badge, I turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lobby. But the man was gone. I didn’t see him anywhere. I blew out a sigh of relief. When I stepped off the elevator and onto Cole’s floor, my breathing had returned to normal, but my legs felt wobbly and my stomach was doing somersaults. “Hello,” I said to the receptionist. “I’m Avery Buchanan, Cole’s new assistant.” The receptionist was much more friendly to me this time, giving me a big smile. “Mr. Buchanan is waiting for you in his office. You can go right in.” “Thank you.” I smoothed my dress and walked through the double doors of Buchanan Enterprises, making my way back to Cole’s office. When I got there, he was talking on the phone to someone, and he motioned me in with one hand. I swallowed and walked inside, shutting the door behind me. I couldn’t help but remember what we’d done the last time I was here, they way he’d made me strip for him. “Yeah,” Cole was saying into the phone. “Let me know as soon as you can.” He hung up the phone and turned to me. “You’re late.” He pointed at the clock on the wall, which showed that it was 8:03. “Three minutes.” Was he really going to give me a hard time for being three minutes late? “I don’t want excuses, Avery. You were supposed to be here at eight, and I expect you to be here at eight.” He was right. I shouldn’t have been late. And I wouldn’t have been, except for that man who was following me. Cole picked up a file folder and started paging through it, then indicated the other side of his desk where a clipboard and a cell phone were sitting. “There’s your cell phone,” he said. “And your forms for HR. You can fill them out in the conference room, and then Kalia will show you what to do with them.”             “Kalia?” I asked warily. “Yes. You’ll be spending the day with her. She’ll teach you everything you need to know.” “Thank you.” I picked up the clipboard and the shiny new iPhone that was resting on top of it, running my fingers over the screen. I’d never had a phone this nice before. “Is there anything else?” Cole asked. He was all business, picking the phone back up and dialing a number, dismissing me. Hurt burned through me, hurt that he was acting like I was just someone who worked for him, even after the things he’d done and said to me last night. I began to shake my head no. But then I stopped. “Someone was following me this morning,” I said. Cole stopped, his finger on the keypad of his phone. He slowly replaced the receiver. “What are you talking about?” “A man with black hair. And a mustache. He was in the café I was at this morning, and I’m pretty sure he followed me here.” Cole crossed the room and looked at me seriously. “Did he say anything to you?” I shook my head. “Did he try to approach you?” “No. He was just following me.” Cole took in a long deep breath through his nose then turned around. He walked slowly over to his desk before pulling his arm back and pushing a bunch of papers off his desk and onto the floor angrily. “Fuck,” he swore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” “Cole,” I said, rushing over to him, surprised at his reaction. “Who was it? Was it the same man who came to your apartment last night?” He ignored me, instead walking over to his phone and picking it up. “You’re not to leave this building without telling me, Avery,” he said. “Do you understand? You’re to stay here today. All day. Until I’m ready to leave with you.” “What?” I shook my head. “I’m not a prisoner, Cole.” “For today, as far as you’re concerned, you are.” “No.” I shook my head. “No, Cole. Tell me what the hell is going on.” “Yeah,” he said into the phone. “This is Buchanan. Put me through to John.” He placed his hand over the receiver and looked at me. “I’m serious, Avery,” he said. “Do not leave this office.” He turned around, dismissing me. I walked out into the hallway, my mind reeling. What the hell was going on? I had the feeling that whatever it was had nothing to do with Gordon. But who else would be following Cole? And why wouldn’t he tell me who it was? I began walking slowly toward the conference room, mostly because I didn’t know what else to do. My new cell phone started vibrating in my hand, and I looked down. The screen was showing a number I didn’t recognize. “Hello?” I said, holding my breath and hoping it was Cole, hoping he was calling to apologize and call me back to his office. “Hey, Avery,” a familiar voice said on the other end of the line. I knew who it was right away. “Jeffrey, how did you get this number?” I demanded. “Company directory,” he said. “I’m already in the company directory?” “Yeah,” he said. “So I was wondering if you’d given any more thought to having lunch with me today.” I opened my mouth to tell him no way. But then I realized Jeffrey had something I needed. Information. Cole’s not a good guy, Avery. Isn’t that what he’d said? Jeffrey might know something about the man who was following Cole. At the very least, he could give me some idea about Cole’s life, about the people he was involved with, how he spent his time and where he hung out. Of course, Cole had told me to stay away from Jeffrey. And he’d also told me not to leave the building without his permission. But I wasn’t his slave. Even if he was my boss, he didn’t have the right to keep me here. What could happen out in New York? If that man wanted to hurt me, he could have done it this morning. “Sure,” I said to Jeffrey. “What time were you thinking?” Cole was hiding something from me. And I was going to find out what it was. Publication Date: January 22nd 2016 https://www.bookrix.com/-rh73156b15c9865

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Allon :P Naughty Teens At School Vol. I A Student's Sweet-Sweet Life Prologue  We are in the year of 2050. The world's economy increased and all poverty disappeared and world peace was at it's start. All countries in the world got together and planned in building an island-city to show their stronger bond between one another. The island was build a few kilometers from Japan and the name of it was Akamara. It was the biggest city of the world and had a population of 25 million people, all coming from around the world. There were two main districts: Fukatama and Harukama. The two main districts had a University of their own which represented them: Youkai Uni representing the Fukatama district and Riverdell Uni representing Harukama district. Of course that this schools had many conflicts between each other, wanting to show that they are better than the other one. The Harukama district was the never slipping district. It was the area were everyone went to have fun, because of their many exotic and erotic clubs. It was the place where a new famous porn studio was based and with that of course that the teens of the Harukama district were more opened about their sexuality. Riverdell Uni was known for its very good grades and activities but this Unicersity had a darker side. This University was the place where many students went there just to have sex, not study. The teachers were informed about what students do in the campus area and tries at their best, with the director and vice director of Riverdell, to not let that information go outside the University. It's all started when Lucy began to have public sex around the University in her second year. At first, all girls and boys judged her for being a whore but after a while, she started to be idolized by all the girls from there. And then, Lucy talked with them about being more opened about their sexuality and to embrace it without thinking of what others will think. a few weeks latest, almost all of the students had sex daily in Riverdell. Lucy was a beautiful student, purple hair, blue eyes and a stunning body. It was very easy for her to manipulate people because of her beauty and sensuality. Since this, the president tried her best to not let words go outside the university about what's happening in there. All the students were happy and considered Lucy a hero. Fast forward one year, a group of freshmen, very sofisticated, thought that it was a disgrace what was happening at the university and wanted to put an end to it. So they tried to get rid of Lucy by blackmailing a male teacher to have sex with her and record it and if he did it then they wouldn't tell the president that he likes to rape the girls from the university. After they got their hands on the recording they showed it to the vice president first, because she was in charge with the discipline around the campus. When she saw it, the vice president demanded for Lucy to get suspended for a long period of time, to the point of getting expelled. But Lucy wasn't totally helpless. She had a few friends in the inside, especially her best friend Bella, who pulled some strings and hard deals with the president to let Lucy be only suspended until the finishing of her third year so she could only take her final exams. Since that happened, a big search began to happen by Bella who wanted to know who did it so they could pay it big time. While being suspended, Lucy, kept in touch with her friends to learn what's going around Riverdell and if they found out who were the responsible ones for it. First Phase A new day has just started for Michael, a boy who was transferred to Riverdell University and today is the opening day for a whole new year of university. Michael was quite of a simple man, brown hair, black eyes, average height and weight. He's been going to gym for almost two years and the change started to appear on his body. He was passionate about programming and writing. In his first year of college at Youkai University was pretty boring for him; he didn't had any friends and didn't bothered to make any. Michael was kind of antisocial and that was back when he was sixteen years old. His first love, Fiona, had been cheating him for a long time and he didn't understood where the problem was. Soon he realised that the problem was the girl and with that Michael stopped his emotions and kicked her out from his life. That was kind of a heavy thing for someone who is putting all of his soul and heart into a relationship. He wanted to spend all his time alone writing and learn as much as he could about programming. He transferred to Riverdell because he thought that there it could be better for him to learn new things about his passions. And here he is, at the start of a new year at Riverdell Uni. As soon as he entered the gate, the first thought that went to his mind was that this place is full of rich carless kids that don't know what they want for themselves. That they are just here because their parents told them to go here. Michael's parents were out of the country. They barely came home because of their work but they speak with him almost everyday and knows that he could handle himself alone very good. He had a big apartment in the centre of the city where he lives alone but he made an application to stay at the university dorms to be close to get in time for his classes. On the front gates of the University there were some posters saying that the festivity of the new year will be held in the gym building. Michael had his phone in his hand with a map of the University. He thought that this place is too big but knowing that this country doesn't have a problem with money it seems pretty accurate for him. The gym was placed on the right of the track field so when Michael entered the gate he went on the right and passes through a park then he went left and kept walking forward until he saw the track field. And of course, on its right there it was the gym. For a gym it was pretty big. Bigger that what Michael expected. When he got in front of the gym, there he saw a girl who was looking left and right. Then when he saw Michael she began to walk towards him smiling. She was a beautiful. Blue-ish hair, twin tales, average height, skinny but her legs were beautiful worked out and her boobs were pretty average. She had the face of a child but the look in her eyes was letting you know that she isn't someone you can fuck with. "Hello. You must be Michael, right?" The girl asks. "Myeah. That's me." "I'm Bella. Nice to meet you. I'm the student council president and I had been given the task to show you around the campus and answer to all of your questions. So, are you ready to get in?" "I guess so.." Michael said. "Good. Well then, let's go inside and take a seat." Bella and Michael went inside and started to look of two seats for them to sit on. After they found it they sat down and Michael started to look around. Lots of students were gathered there and he started to notice a lot of beautiful girls. In no time, his phone began to blow up with request on his social media profile. Lot of the request were from girls which left him a little speechless. He looked right and left and began to notice some girls that were looking at him. Michael felt a little overwhelmed and kind of annoyed because of this. "So, what are your first thoughts when you came here, Michael?" Bella asks. "This place is big." "Haha. Yeah. It's like a little city for students. The university assured that all of its students will have a great time and a place where they could express themselves and be comfortable." "I see. So, on what department are you?" Michael asks. "Banking. I see that you took the courses of programming. Is this your passion?" "Yes. That and writing." "Really? Well I love reading. Maybe I could read some of your works. Hm?" "Yeah. Sure... If you are into what I write..." "Great! This will be fun." Bella said smiling. In a few moments the opening festivity started. On the stage there were all the teachers and the vice president and the president of Riverdell. Each of them introduced themselves and shared with the students their thoughts about the new year and on what they expect from us. On the big picture, the festivity seemed pretty boring for Michael and Bella saw that he wasn't as far as excited as she thought he will be. After the festivity, Bella wandered around the campus with Michael then at the end she brought him to the dorms. They both went inside to show him the room that he was staying. "So this is it. Dorm 3, room 218. As you can see the room is empty so you have no roommate." Bella said. "Oh, thank god. I love to be alone." "I saw that you got bored at the festivity. I know that being at University isn't a big deal but in time, I bet that you will like it here." "Yeah. I bet would." He said on a sarcastic tone. "Well, this is it for me. If you have any questions please don't be shy to ask me. You'll find me in the student council room or if I'm not there you can come to dorm number 7, room 7. There is where I stay." "Aha. Okay. Thanks." "No problem. Here's your room key and have a great time in here. See you around." Michael started to look around the room. It was quite big for a dorm room and it had a kitchen. After he spend some good minutes looking around the room, Michael went outside to his car to take his luggage and bring them to his room. Then he began to unpack and arrange his new room. Meanwhile in the University classes, some of the students already began their fun. In the computers lab, there was a freshman boy and a female student in her second year. The boy was sitting on the chair while the girl was between his legs, having his junk inside her mouth. The freshman paid this known slut to give him a blowjob in one of the university's room because this was his fantasy. The girl, Sonia, was sucking the tip of the freshman's junk and with her right hand she was stroking his shaft. "Oh fuuuuck! This is great! I can't believe that my dick is sucked by a whore, finally." The freshman said. Sonia looked at him then she began to stroke his junk harder. She had a look of excitement on her face because it was the first time for her to suck a virgin's junk. And she was more surprised when she saw that he has a huge penis. This made her be more careful in giving the boy all the pleasure that he paid for. "Uuuh. Wait. Let me move your head." The boy said. The girl stops then he put his hands on her head and starts to move it up and down, using her mouth like it was nothing more but just a simple toy. Sonia was starting to feel breathless and that was because the boy didn't gave her a break. *gag* *gag* *gag* *gag* "Oooh yeah. Gag on that dick, slut. Gag on it." The boy starts to feel a little exhausted and let Sonia to return on her way of sucking. "Holy fuck! I almost got killed because of you. Jesus, I know you are a virgin but come on. I have to breathe too." Sonia said. "Sorry..." "It's okay. Lucky that you have a big dick. If you didn't I would have been gone by now." The girl began to lick the head on the penis then to slap her face with it. The boy starts to moan as his penis slaps Sonia's face. Seeing that he is enjoying it, she starts to slap her face with it again and again. "Oh my god! This is amazing!" The freshman shouts. "You like this, don't you?" "Fuck yeah. Do it again." "Hahaha. You naughty virgin. Maybe next time I will let you fuck me in the ass." Sonia said smiling. "In....in the ass?" "Yes. In the ass." Full of excitement, the freshman reaches his climax and starts to cum. All of the semen got on Sonia's face which made her be a little disappointed. "Huh? That's it? Only this long? I fought that you'll resist more than this." "Sorry...I were doing it too good." "Of course. There is no boy in here with the thought that I'm not good at sucking dicks." Sonia proudly says. "So...next time in the ass?" The freshman asks. "Maybe. If you pay good then I will let you fuck me in the ass." "Got it." Both of them get out of the room and starts to act like nothing happened in that room. This is the kind of spirit that this University has when is about sex or this kind of things. It doesn't matter who you are before and after you have sex with someone. But in that time when you are performing sex, you and your partner must both feel the pleasure in that moment. That's Riverdell for you. * * * * After some good hours of working, Michael finally arranged his room just the way he liked. After that, he went outside for a walk. When he got out from the dorm, Michael went on the back, pulled from his pocket a pack of cigarettes and lights one out. He looked left and right and on a bench, he sees a girl reading a book. It took Michael a few seconds to notice that this girl had requested his friendship on his social media profile. She was gorgeous, dark blue hair, average body. The girl looked normal and simple. A few seconds flew by and the girls sees him. "Hello!" She shouts. "Hey there. Isabelle, right?" Michael says "Yeah. How do you know?" She asks. "Well from the request you send me at the opening festivities." He says coming towards her. "Ohh! Yeah. Silly me." Isabelle says smiling. "So what are you reading?" "Eh, nothing important. Just some biography." "Aha. I see." "What year are you?" Isabelle asks. "Second. You?" "Same. I see that you transferred. Why?" "Well....it was boring there and here I thought that it could be better." Michael says. "And it is?" ".....Now I think it is." Isabelle smiles and starts blushing. She looks at Michael and sees that he is quite interesting and is eager to know more about him. "Mm listen, are you busy now?" She asks. "No...why?" "I was wondering if you would go to a walk with me to the forest near the gym." "Yeah. Sure. I would love to." Michael says. "Awesome. Mm, let me get to my room to change and leave the book there and I will be back, okay?" "Sure." "Okay. Be right back!" She says smiling and starts to run to her dorm. This was quite unexpected, Michael thought. Of course that he wasn't sure that he wants a relationship with Isabelle but he was interested on the outcome after this walk with her. Not much of ten minutes goes by and Isabelle came right back where they started to walk to the forest. Until they reached the place, Michael and Isabelle had the chance to get to know each other a little. And by the time when they got to the forest, Isabelle started to be all over him. It was something about the way he looks around that makes her tremble and get excited. From that moment she knew that she likes him. When they arrived to the forest and got in, Isabelle started to touch Michael's hand. Seeing what she wants do to, Michael grabbed Isabelle hand. She instantly blushed and after some steps Michael put her against to a tree and kissed her. Isabelle responded back with some passionate kisses which made Michael get excited. "Hm, your lips taste good." Michael says. "Oh really? Those aren't the only things from me that taste good." Isabelle says with a soft voice. "Is that so? Then tell me, what else taste good from you?" The boy asks. Smirking, Isabelle took Michael's hand and slowly moved between her legs. "Oh, we have a bad girl here." Michael says smiling. "No. Not bad, just horny." Isabelle responds. "Well, if you are horny what you say if we would go in my room or your room to have some fun." "Mmm...I will say that is a fantastic idea. But we could it right here too. If you want." Isabelle says excited. "You can't wait huh?" Michael asks smirking. "No...I want you inside me." "I want that too but maybe another time here. For now, let's go to my room and there we will much better than here." "Uhh...that sounds so freaking good." Michael took her hand and they went in his dorm's room. When they got there Michael thrown her in his bed and started to kiss her hard. After that he slid his hand between her legs to massage her pussy. Isabelle began to get wet and then she unzipped her pants and took them off. Michael unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her panties down just enough so he can make his thing. "Ahh...what are you going to do now?" Isabelle says. "I will play with you a little." "How?" She says with a soft voice. Straight forward, Michael began to massage her clit with his finger. Isabelle started to moan and her body started to move. Seeing that she is enjoying it, the boy went to the next step and inserted a finger inside her. Isabelle bit her bottom lip as he was moving his finger inside her. "Fuuck...this feels so good." Isabelle said. "I bet it does." "You got hard?" She says them puts her hand between Michael's legs. "Hmm, you are so hard." Isabelle says smiling. Michael continued to move his finger inside her until he saw that her pussy got so wet that it soaked the sheet. Her face was red and the look that she had on her face was telling Michael that he can do whatever he wanted with her from this moment forward. "Oh my god. You are so wet." "Yeah...I want your dick inside me bad!" Isabelle says with a soft voice. "You want me?" "Yes. I want you. I want you so fucking bad! I want you to fuck me." Hearing this, Michael got up and took his clothes off. When his boner revealed to Isabelle, she licked her lips. "Come here." She says grabbing his dick and pulling it towards her mouth. Isabelle touched the tip with her lips then it kissed it. After that she pulled her tongue out and proceeded to lick it. A few licks later she put the head in her mouth and began to suck it. Michael couldn't resist much more and what he did was to grab Isabelle's head and start to move his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth hard. *gag* *gag* *gag* The boy could do this forever but he wanted something else from her now. He laid the girl on the bed again and proceed to kiss her abdomen all the way down to her pussy. When he reached her fresh shaved pussy Michael started to lick it slowly. After that he began to French kiss it hard making Isabelle lose her mind. "Oh my fucking god!" She shouts then put her legs between his head. Michael continued to kiss her pussy making her body to move on its own. His tongue comes out and he started to lick her clit. Isabelle's body began to shiver and that's when he thought that it was the moment for her to get banged. He got up and pulls out a condom from his drawer. The boy asked her if she wants with a condom or without. Isabelle took the condom, unzipped the package, pull out the condom and put it on Michael's dick. What she did from that moment was to stroke his dick with a condom a few times then she pulled it off, put it between her teeth and winked at him. "Very well then dear. I liked what you did there." Michael says. He spread her legs and inserted the tip inside her. Isabelle started to moan and from there Michael push half of his junk inside her. "OH FUCK! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" Isabelle shouts out loud with the condom between her teeth. "Already?" Michael says curious. Isabelle's body started to get wet. Michael began to move his hips back and forth without stopping. The girls moans all the time out of pleasure, never breaking eye contact with Michael. He grabbed her hips and started to bang her faster. The result of that was to make her moan louder. At some moment she put the condom inside her mouth then spit it on her breasts. "Oh my god! Ahh....ahhh....fuck! Your dick feels so good." "I can say the same thing about your pussy dear." Michael says smiling. "This squeaking noise my wet pussy and your dick are making is making me feel so fucking horny! Aaahhhhhh. Holy fuckkk!!!" "Yeah? You like it girl?" "Fuck yeah!" Michael wanted to change positions so he pulled his junk out from the girl and told her to get in doggy style. She did what he said to her then Michael began to bang her harder. To make her feel better, he grabbed her hands and put them on her back then he pulled them to him making Isabelle to arch her back. Seeing what he just did to her, Isabelle smiled and moaned hard. "Shit! This I haven't tried." Isabelle says smirking. "You tried it now. How it feels?" "Feels like I'm going to be fucked hard." "You're right!" Michael says. His dick was drilling Isabelle's pussy like it was just a toy, he didn't had any mercy for it. But the girl was enjoying it very much. It started to get very hot in the room. Both of them felt like there was no more air here but that didn't stopped them to moan our the pleasure that they were experiencing. "Let me know when you are close, dear." Isabelle says. "Well I'm pretty close. Where you want me to cum?" "Everywhere you want babes. Just not inside." "You'll take it on the face?" Michael asks. "For you, dear? I will gladly take it in the face and be so proud of it." Isabelle says. Not even a minute passes after Isabelle saying that and Michael pulled his junk out and laid her on the bed again. He got on top of her and began to slowly stroke his junk. Isabelle was watching it passionately and waited for his semen to get on her face. She opened her mouth and pulled her tongue out. Not long after that Michael began to ejaculate. Every shot of it he directed where he wanted to go: inside her mouth, her lips, her face, her forehead. "Fuck....that's it." Michael says. "Mm, so hot." Isabelle says then put her hand on his junk and starts to slowly stroke it. "You know, if you feel it coming now, you can pee on my face aswell." "What?" "You heard me. I know that after ejaculating, soon you boys will have to pee and I'm saying that you can do it on my face. Or my body. As you please." "A-are you sure?" "Fuck yeah" Isabelle says smiling. With that being said, he grabbed his junk and started to pee on her face. He moved a little back to get it on her boobs too, and on her abdomen. After that he thought that it was great and it never happened to him. Michael told her that she can go to the shower to clean herself up. Isabelle did what he said to her and after that they said goodbye to each other and after, Isabelle left the room. After her leaving, Michael pulled out a cigarette and light it up. He thought that he deserved a cigarette after this amazing moment that he had with her. From his experience he noticed that this was just a one time thing and that they will never talk again. Or if they will do they will talk about a second round before forgetting about each other. Michael got used to it and now he didn't had a problem with it. That's just life. He understood that after this many fails, he should get up and enjoy this part that he is constantly getting with, like, every girl that he encounters. When she finished his cigarette, Michael went to shower then he went straight to bed to sleep. It was only 11 PM but he knew that tomorrow it will be a busy day for him. * * * The next day started pretty early for Michael, he had to wake up at 7AM, to get ready before 8AM because then he was his first course up to 10. For some time he had troubles getting up early in the mornings but this time he managed to do it. Of course that the first course was a total blur for him. He couldn't understand a thing from the professor, but she knew exactly what the course was about just that he didn't understood it told from the professor's perspective. When the course finished he had one hour free until 11 so he decided to walk around the university to get comfortable with it. As he was walking through it, Michael began to think about his past university that he went to and couldn't think of something good from his time spent there. And now that he is in Riverdell he feels something else. He starts to feel a little hope that will make him socialize more and make some friends. But that was a long way he thought. From time to time in his head began to appear some thoughts about his first love that betrayed him and how much he has suffered and still suffers because of her. But in all this time he managed to do one thing. He managed to understand the situation and to understand her. Of course, it was a hard pill to swallow but he did it. He accepted what has happened to him was a lesson and that he has to learn from it. But that didn't made him think that he will find a new love, no. It made him think that he will never be capable on finding another way. And that's because of the girls that came after his first love. All of them did the same thing, they started out fully interested in him and had sex with him and after they began to ignore him, cheat him, don't talk with him, not giving him a clear explication of why they didn't want to continue with him. All this made Michael get confused and start asking some questions without a possible answer. As he was walking passes by some stairs he noticed something that stopped him from overthinking again. There were a boy and a girl who didn't waited to get to a room and they began to show their interest in each other. In other words, the girl was giving him a blowjob. It was confusing how no one saw them thinking that it was 10AM and this place should be full of students and teachers walking around. But they somehow managed to not be seen. Michael glanced at them a few seconds and then walks away. *the two loving* The girl was almost in her knees having the boy's junk inside her mouth, her skirt was pulled half way down and her purple panties was shown very clear. If he knew better, the girl was already wet. Strange to think that a girl like her that seems quite shy could be doing something like this having so much opening around them. What he lucky boy, Michael thought. He always wanted to have this happening to him but nothing like this had happened to him since this became a fantasy for him. After he moved passed this moment, Michael started to walk outside of the university, to take a stroll in one of the parks of the university. While he was walking towards to the nearest park from the exit that he went through, Michael thought that there a lot of girls that will do what he did with Isabelle last night. And because he thought of Isabelle, he saw her outside walking towards to university. They just said hi to each other and then they moved along with what they had to do. That clearly made Michael think that this will happen more often with other girls and he was okay with it. When he got to the park he looked for the closest trash bin and went to it to smoke. After lightened his cigarette, he saw Bella walking towards him. He immediately thought that he is not supposed to smoke here and that she will tax him good for it. He already planned his excuse that he is new and didn't new the rules although he memorized them before his first day at this university. "Hello Michael!" "Hey. Bella right?" "Yes! It only has been a day and you have forgotten my name?" She says smirking. "No, I just wanted to be sure. I'm not so good with names." "I see. It's okay. Umm....I didn't knew that you smoke." "Uh, yeah. I started smoking for some time and now they've become a drug to help me be less stressed." "Since when you started smoking?" "Well...since I was sixteen.. I think." "Oh..wow." "Yeah. I needed them from a young age." He says laughing. "I see. So, you are busy now? Like, you have a course that will start right now or anything else?" She asks out of the blue. "No. My next course will start in forty minutes." "Great! I want you to meet somebody. Well, to meet them. They are two." "What?" "You will see." Bella waited for Michael to finish his cigarette then they went inside the university. Inside, they walked upstairs to the second floor and on the right it was the classroom. Bella entered and Michael followed her. Inside there were two boys sitting at their desks. One of them, named Lucas, was almost asleep. He was that type of boy that most of girls dreamed of: tall, blonde hair, green eyes, athletic body. The other one, Logan, was quite patiently from how he looks: brown hair, black eyes, average height. Michael didn't knew why Bella brought him here but soon he will find out why. "Michael, they are Logan and Lucas." "Hi there." Lucas says. "Hi." Logan says. "I thought that you seem to be quite similar with these fellows right here so I wanted to introduce you to them, hoping that they will be your new friends," Bella says happily. "With that being said, I'm going to let you boys talk. See you later." Bella gets out, leaving Michael with this two boys, who were complete strangers for him. They looked at Michael for a few seconds then they decided to ask him some questions. "So...Michael, right? Tell me, why you transferred here?" Lucas said. "...how do you guys know..." "This might be a big place dude but if you have some right friends around you, you can know everything around here." Lucas said. "Aha... Well I transferred here because the University I was in was boring." Michael responded. "I see. What's your passion or passions?" Lucas asks. "Girls, eating, sleeping... I don't know." Logan laughs. "Well that's a perfect way to answer to this question. Haha...girls, they are every boy's passion. I like it. Have you got to chance to know a girl from here?" "Maybe.." Michael said. "And it was more than talking?" Lucas asks. "Definitely." "Hahaha. That's good. I like you. Well then, because we don't have much time to talk, get your ass by the gym after your courses and we will talk more." Lucas said. "OK, sure.." "It was nice meeting you Michael. I know for sure that we can have some great fun together." Lucas added. After Lucas and Logan exits the room, Michael goes to his next course. He didn't knew for sure where the next course it will be held, and because of that he got to it late. In all this time he thought why Bella was so eager to introduce him to those boys even if he and Bella didn't knew each other well. But like Lucas said, Michael was in need of new and right friends because this university might be more that just an university, and for that you have to be ready and prepared for everything. When Michael got to the course, he finds out that this course it's about math, which he hated it. He was good at it but it was too boring for him. The professor lecturing the course gave to the students some hard problem to solve by the end of the course. Michael finished them in five minutes. Besides the seat that he was on, there was a girl that he caught her attention. This girl was super gorgeous, red long hair, red eyes, and with an incredible body. She studied him for some time then she wrote on a piece of paper her number and gave it to him, telling him to call her when he is free. When Michael saw this beauty what she just asked him to do got pretty shocked. He didn't knew that he could score a girl like that. To not let her knew that he was overly excited, he winked at her and continued to look in some other place. The redhead smiled and continued to solve the math problems. All the time, until the math course ended, Michael tried to thought what this girl wanted from him and what can he say during their next conversation to make her interested in him. Of course that he was super attracted to her and didn't thought further than that but still he was super excited for it. Is other course after math was in about two hours. So not knowing what to do, Michael started to wander inside the University. On the hallway, he sees a girl, that was carrying some boxes. She was kind of short, blonde with blue eyes, just like a loli. The girl out the boxes on the ground to take a break. They seem pretty heavy so Michael went to her asking her if he can help her with those boxes. She politely accepted it and told Michael that they will have to go to the teachers storage room. Until they got there, Michael began to think about that redhead again and this time it went pretty far. Far enough for him to get a rock hard boner in his pants. When he and the petite girl arrived to the storage room, she began to take one box at a time and place it on the ground. After she put the last one down she didn't knew of there were others so she moved her hand to Michael while she was looking at the boxes. Then, she grabbed on something. At first she didn't knew what it was but when the thing that she grabbed began to twitch she looked back. The girl saw that she grabbed Michael's boner and instantly her face got red. She looked Michael right in the eyes shy then she glanced back down to his boner but all this time, she didn't took her hand off from there. "I.....I...I don't know what to say....... Just....that....your....mmm....t.....this is big." The girl said. "Can you get your hand off of it?" Michael asks. "Do you want me to do that?" The girl responded with a question being kind of sad. "Well, I don't know. Most of the girls will get disgusted by it or something." Michael said with an attitude quite calming. "I'm not disgusted by it. More like, impressed," The girl said. "I'm Tina, nice to meet you." "I'm Michael." "Can I pull it out?" Tina asks. "What? You mean.....my dick?" "Yes, your dick. Can I pull it out from your pants to see it better?" Tina said with a soft voice. "...okay?" Michael was shocked, again. He couldn't believe that this girl simply asked him if she could pull his junk out. This is the second girl that he could have sex with and it started to make him have more confidence about himself. Right now, he has a girl who is shorter than him, stroking his cock without any shame or worry and this made him realize that he will be pretty stupid if he won't take advantage of this moment. "I've never had such a huge dick in my hand. Thank you for letting me do it." Tina said. "No....no problem. Can you spit on the head a little? It will make me feel a lot better." "O-Of course!" Tina said. After she spit on the head, she began to stroke it faster. Then Michael place his hand on her head and Tina began to feel the pressure from Michael's hand, letting her know that he wants her to get on her knees. "I-I have to tell you, I've never sucked a dick before. I am virgin." Tina said while she slowly was getting in her knees. "But, didn't you told me that you..." "Well yeah. Handjobs I did before but never went any further than that. But I will do it. I will put your dick in my mouth and suck it but if you don't like then please keep it in mind that this is my first time." Tina said. "Okay then, Tina. Do your best!" Michael said. With that being said, Tina put the junk in her mouth and began to suck it. The feeling was both good and unpleasing because from time to time he could feel Tina's teeth touching his dick. After he let her do she could for a few minutes, Michael grabbed her head and told her to not move then he began to fuck her mouth. Tina, being a good girl, she didn't move any muscle, open her mouth as wide as she could and let Michael do what he wanted with her. Seeing how good Tina was behaving, he thought if he can have taste of her. "That's enough. Now I want you to take off your skirt and take off your bra." "Really? You want to fuck me....here?" Tina surprised said. "Yes." "Okay. Just give me a second to lock the door." After she locks the door Tina rushed to take off her skirt, unbuttons her T-shirt and her bra. She could take even her panties properly down because Michael got right in his knees in front of her and began to kiss and lick her pussy. Not receiving this kind of thing from a boy, Tina started to moan hard and her legs started to shake like crazy. "Holy fuck! This feels so fucking good. Oh my god...lick it more, lick it. My pussy feels so great when you do that." Tina shouted. Michael's tongue goes around her clitoris clockwise and then it slid it to her vaginal opening. After a few likes there he went back to the clit and began to suck on it slowly. He was surprised by the way of how hard Tina's legs were shaking. The girl was getting wetter by every lick Michael gave her. Eventually he stopped and got up. "You want to sit on my cock now?" Michael asks grabbing her hips. "Fuck, that sounds so hot," Tina said with her face red. "Yes, I want to sit on it." Even though she was a virgin, Tina sat on Michael's junk with pleasure. When his head went inside her, Tina felt a terrible feeling of pain between her legs. But with that, she pushed herself forward and with tears in the corner of her eye. "So, how do you feel?" Michael asks. "It hurts, but I love it a lot." Tina said smiling. "I can feel how tight your pussy is." "Yeah. Can you feel it? Is so fresh, just for you." Tina said. "Although there is so much blood coming out from it, you look so sexy, Tina." "Oh, thank you so much. You look so hot. I'm so lucky to have you inside me." Michael started to slowly push his hips up. It was a little hard for his junk to move smoothly in there but that isn't a problem. His moves were carefully and slow but when got the taste of sex it was just like something in her changed and pushed herself down taking all of this boy's junk inside her, then she started to ride him. "Oh wow..." "I feel so good now. Having your dick inside me feels so freaking good. Damn it! I want to do this all day long." Tina said with a smirk on her face. Just when the atmosphere got so hot in that room, they were disturbed by a few knocks. "Holy shit..." Tina said. "Who is it?" Michael asks. "Damn....we have to get up. Come on!" Both of them got up then Tina goes to the door, unlocks it and opened the door. In that time, Michael looked at his crotch and there he saw that his jeans were having stains of blood on them. Right when he looked there, from the door, Bella shows off and comes inside. Michael got scared and speechless. On Tina's face you could see that something bad was about to happen. Bella looks at Michael and saw the red stains that he was having on his jeans and goes to him. She grabbed his crotch and felt his junk being hard like a rock. After that she unzips his jeans and pull it out. "Oh my god. Is so bloody..." Bella said with a soft voice and looked in the back at Tina. "Tina, don't you know that in times like this you must have tissues at you? Especially when you are a virgin." Tina blushed hard and looked down. Bella saw how little drops of blood was coming down from the area between her legs. In that moment Bella had her hand on Michael balls. She squeezed them hard and then looked back at the boy. Michael knew that he will get in trouble big time. "Tina, you can leave. We will talk about this later." Without question, Tina opens the door and leaves. After, Bella pulled out a small package of tissues, takes one out, and began go wipe off the blood from his junk. "You know...you should have a condom with you. Now you have to walk like this to your dorm to change. Oh my, if you wanted so bad to have sex you should've told me. I could've hook you up with a good slut from here." "What...?" "Yes. I don't know if you notice this but....around here...a lot of sex is happening." Bella said. "Ah...I see. So...am I going to get in trouble for this?" Michael asks. "Hmm..I don't know. I'm still thinking about it. Truth be told, you had some big balls to have sex right here. But now that I look at them, they really are big. And heavy. Damn....so much cum is in there...." Bella said having a straight face. Bella finishes cleaning his junk and then it started to twitch. She saw that, got happily shocked and looked back at Michael. "Sorry..." He said. "Oh my god. I can't believe it." Bella responds. She looked at the door, went to it and locks it. In that moment Michael lost his mind. He knew for sure that Bella wanted to do something naughty to him because no ordinary girl will do that if it was her. When the door locks, Bella goes back to Michael, grabbed his junk bend his head and spit on the head. The girl started to slowly stroke it. "It feels better now?" Bella asks. "Y-Yes... Can I ask you something?" "Sure. Go on." "Do...do you do this to all the boys here? Or just to the new transferred ones?" "Heh...no....just you. Because you're kinda cute." Bella said and winks at him. When the head got fully wet, Bella looks at a desk from the room and there a pencil was placed. She took it and went back to Michael. Bella spits the tip of the pencil then it put it on Michael's tip. "Whoaaaa. What the..." "Shhhh. Shut up." Bella said smiling. The girl slowly inserts the tip of the pencil inside his urethra. With care, Bella pushed the pencil slowly inside. "Oh my......fucking god Bella... What the fuck are you doing?" Michael asks shocked. "I'm making you cum." She softly said. Seeing that his junk got used with the pencil she grabbed Michael's neck and continued to push back and forth the pencil inside his urethra, but faster. "Look me in the eyes! Look! Good boy. See, this a place were a lot of kinky things can happen to you or you can make them to happen. I've never done this to a boy but you are interesting. I like you. Don't give me that look. I see it! I see it in your eyes that you love it so much. Hahaha...." Bella put her hand grabbing his neck around it and she started to kiss and lick his neck while pushing the pencil inside more. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh....my.....freaking fucking god!" Michael shouts. The student council president was having a great time. Her dominance on the boy made her feel so good like she was in heaven. Michael's legs began to shake and that only because he liked it. He couldn't hide it anymore and his body started to show it how much pleasure it was getting. Bella glanced with the corner of her eyes what's happening down there then she smirks and continued. After some minutes she push the pencil inside as deep as she could. "Listen here, when I get to three and pull the pencil out, I want you to cum. Got it? If you don't do that we will have a problem." Bella said. "What? Wait...." "One......two-" Bella pulled the pencil out. The boy's penis began to twitch like crazy and immediately it started to shot out big loads of semen. The girl began to laugh evilly looking at the junk. Michael was moaning like crazy, his mind was blown away. "Oh,...poor you. Your moans are so sweet." Bella said caressing his cheek. When his junk stopped from ejaculating, Bella pulls out another tissue and cleans the tip then asked Michael to give her his phone. Michael gave it to her. "Okay, so this is my phone number. If you need a favour call me and we will talk about it. Oh, and one more thing....can we be friends?" "What...?" "You heard me. Can I be your friend?" Bella said slowly starting to blush. "Mmm...yeah. OK, sure." Michael responded. "Cool. Now you can leave. I will clean what's in here. There's no problem." When Michael shuts the door when he left, he was so relieved. His balls felt so empty and good, the way of his walking was like he was walking in the clouds from heaven. He never thought that Bella will do such a kinky thing to him but that made him have some questions on why she wanted to become friends with him. It's kind of strange. Michael thought that Bella will make him a sex slave and didn't knew what to think about it. It made him overthink it and think about some bad things. But he realized immediately that he is exaggerating and forgot about it. At the end of the courses he had to met with Logan and Lucas and after that he wanted to call that redhead from his class. But with what happened earlier, he felt completely overwhelmed. Until his courses finishes Michael didn't encountered any strange situation which made him feel with the mind rested. First, he went to his dorm to take a shower and after that Michael made his appearance to the gym. There he saw Lucas and Logan. "Hey, Michael. Glad you came." Lucas said and shook his hand. "Me too," Michael said. "Hey there, Logan" "What's up man?" "Ehh...things could be more better." Michael responded. "Okay, now that you are here let's have a walk around the gym." Lucas said. "Ah...OK." Michael said. "So, Michael, this place if awesome. Pretty girls, naughty girls, very beautiful girls. The thing is that you don't know with what girl to have a relationship and with what to just fuck and that's all." "I kind of figured that out..." Michael said. "This place is very tricky. You can have the time of your life or the memories from here will become your nightmare." Logan said. "Oh come on, dude. Don't scare our man, Michael. That's not how it is." Lucas said. "For now it's gorgeous but later you will change your opinion about it." Logan said. "I felt that after my first day in here." Michael said. "That's good. Keep that in mind and you'll be good here." Logan responded. "Alright!!! Now that you two finished it now let's have a more fun talk," Lucas said. "So, my man, Michael, Michaelo, like I said, this place is awesome. There's a lot of good things to do in here. Parties, every weekend, everywhere you could think of, lot of girls that will have sex with you just for fun, drugs and many more. The thing is, that you have to be careful from some people." "And why is that, Lucas?" Michael said. "Because they think that if they are rich, they can do anything they want. Like Billy, the basketball team leader, he's bad news. Don't get in touch with him. The girls from the acting club, they are very pretty but they can make your live so bad that you will or walk away from here or get suicide." "Really?" Michael said. "Yes. Last year, a boy committed suicide after he made sex with one of the girls from the acting club and then they started to spread rumours that his dick in show short that the girl didn't knew if that was a penis or a pussy." Logan said. "Yeah. They are some serious shit," Lucas said. "Tyler is the Riverdell's pimp. If you give him good money he can give you a whore that will make you see Jesus." Lucas said. "Damn...and the one in charge of this university don't know about this?" Michael said. "Yes, they do. But they will not do anything about it. That's because of Lucy, the hero of Riverdell." "And...who is Lucy?" Michael asks. "Lucy made all what I've just told you become true. She arranged some sort of deal with the president of Riverdell. For example, Tyler is a pimp, the money that he gets from his girls, a part of it goes to the university's founds." Lucas continued. "Oh...damn. That's kind of dope," Michael said. "She's awesome." "Yeah...the bad part about it is that she is suspended." Logan said. "Suspended? Why?" "At the end of her second year, Lucy was recorded having sex with a teacher and some students made it public. Of course, Lucy didn't cared about that. She started to care when the vice president found out. The vice president is a woman who doesn't get some things and is in charge of discipline around here so when she saw the recording, she suspended Lucy." Lucas responded. "Damn....for how long?" Michael said. "Nobody knows. Some says that the vice president wants to keep her suspended until her third year ends. To fail the exams and to get expelled." Logan responded. "Wow....that's a bummer." "Yeah! And you know a fun fact about it?" Lucas said smiling. "She is Bella's best friend, the student council president." When Michel heard that his attitude changed completely. Now he knows how can she appear so pure and act like a total naughty girl. "Damn, she has inside people." Michael said. "Well yeah, you need to have it. That's for the best." Lucas said. They found a bench around the gym and decided to sit down there. Michael lights up a cigarette just like Lucas and the boys continued to talk about the university. They started to talk about their lives, their previous girlfriends and their view of life. Michael found more about the boys: Lucas is a short temperate, who cheated on all of his girlfriends because he felt that something isn't right, that he just wants to have fun and have memorable experiences. From Logan, Michael found out that he is quite a normal fellow: clam, funny, loves the feeling of being in a relationship but you have to be very smart to have one, because you need your brains to make it work. Lucas and Logan found out interesting things about Michael also: he lives alone because his parents are working out of state, he kind of hates everyone for no reason, had been cheated very bad and that made him lose confidence in himself. Will all that knowing about each other, the boys decided to end it there and go to their place. It got night. Lucas and Logan invited Michael to some drinks in the city but Michael refused because he had to meet someone. It was 9PM. Pretty late for doing a call but the redhead told him to call her when he is free. So he did it, he called the number wrote on the paper and waited for a response. A few seconds goes by and the redhead answered. Without any greetings, the girl told him to come to her room at dorm number 5. Michael didn't said anything else and went straight to the room were the redhead was. When he got there he knocked at the door. Very slowly the door opened and the redhead comes out. She was wearing night shorts and a a see-through white T-shirt. She welcome him in and asked him if he wants to drink coffee or a tea. Michael choose the tea because it was pretty late. "Mm...so, could you tell me with what I can help you?" Michael asks. "Sure. I figured out that both of us can help each other with something," The redhead said coming very close to Michael. "You can help me understand better this stupid math and I....I can help you with something that you will be glad you receive help with." She said with a smirk on her have and having her hand on his crotch. "Damn....you can be pretty convincing." Michael said. The redhead grabbed his crotch harder then she kissed him. Michael lost his mind for good. After all that happened this day.... Although, he very much liked this, especially coming from a beauty like her but he didn't knew if he can face her having his balls drained by Bella in the morning. Her lips were like poison. When you touch them you can stop from wanting to touch them again. She swirled her tongue inside Michael's mouth so fantastic that it made him have a boner. Feeling that, the girl unzips his pants, put it between her legs and takes off her lips from Michael's and with a evilly look on her face said: "Hi, my name is Anna and I will be your new best-fucking-friend...."   A fine beginning { "You know that not every girl is like that, you know that Michael?" "Yeah...but I only had luck for those types of girls." "And now, with me? Don't you think it has changed?" "But we aren't together." "Well yeah but keep this in mind: we are friends now, we just had the best sex of our lives. And I assure you that I won't go to another boy just if something will go wrong or some other type of thing." "Promise?" "Fuck...you sounded so hot when you said that. And yes, I promise." "Umm....can I say something, now that we are best friends?" "Sure, what it is Michael?" "You have very big boobs and it kind of make me want to touch them non-stop." "Jeez, seriously? I know they are big. I can't do anything about them." "That's not the problem. I actually love them." "Really?" "Yeah. And they are so delicious and feel awesome." "Well then, thank you very much mrs. Michael." "Your whole body is great. I like it." "I know it. I noticed it from the way you looked at me when I was riding your big and awesome cock. Ah! God, I love so much to touch it. It feels amazing." "Gosh...I can't believe that I can feel so comfortable with you, Anna." "Well that's because I'm a Virgo." "No way! Shut up!" "What? Don't tell me..." "Thirteenth September" "Holy sweet Jesus fuck! Mee tooo! Oh my god, Michael. We have the same birthdays." } Last night, Michael had a moment that he never thought it could be possible of having again, comfort. He felt comfort from a person that he just met for a day. It says that in life there exists a few soul mates for you. With some is better to stay friends and with some others you must be in a relationship with if you want eternal happiness. Michael had the same thought too while he was sitting down, attending his first course. He began to think about this soul mate thing and thought about his first love that cheated on him so many times. In his mind he thought that she definitely was his soul mate. But it had been a lot better if he just remained friends with her and not make what they had to a relationship. This came out late for him but it's better now than never. With that thought, Michael could finally understand why this didn't lasted how much he wanted with his first love. While he was walking towards the class where he had his first course, Michael sees Lucas who tells him to come to the gym to show him something. At first, Michael refuse but when he thought that he maybe get bored at the course, he accepts to come with Lucas. They walked outside the university and went to the gym and around it there were an area where some dumpsters were. There, a girl was waiting for them. She was blonde with purple eyes and had quite a thick body, with big boobs and ass. "Michael, she is Lexi." Lucas said smiling. "Hey there. Nice to meet you." Lexi said. "Nice to meet you too.... What's happening?" Michael asks Lucas. "Well, Lexi here is one of the most loved whores at Riverdell so I arranged her to see you and spoil you a little." "And...with what occasion you did this?" Michael said. "To celebrate your arrival here, dude. So enough talking and go have some fun with Lexi. By the way, you can do anything with her, she will love it. Bye bye." Lucas said and leaves. Being left there with Lexi, Michael didn't knew what exactly to do with her. The girl was smiling at him and said to him that anything he desires she will do it. So Michael looked around the area and sees a box with a whole in it. He tells Lexi to take that box and put it on her head. The girl gladly accepts it and did as he pleased. When Lexi put the box on her head with the whole sowing her mouth only and then she got on her knees. Then Michael unzips his jeans and pulls out his junk, giving it then to Lexi to suck it. It wasn't hard so Lexi had to take care of that. But in no time, Michael's manhood got hard as a rock. The girl was super impressed by how big it got in her mouth. "Holy fuck! It's so freaking big. And the taste of it is like heaven." Lexi said. "Well that's nice to hear, Lexi." Michael said. "Mmmm...so good. Damn. I could suck this dick for hours." Seeing that she got comfortable so good being in this situation, Michael started to move his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth hard. Lexi responded nicely with loud moans and a few gags. The saliva that was on Michael's cock was slurped with excitement from Lexi. The boy tries to push her a little bit by pushing his junk deep inside her mouth. He was surprised to find out that Lexi could take it very deep. When all of his dick was inside her mouth, Lexi pulled her tongue out and began to lick his balls and then around the base of its shaft. Those things made Michael to lose some of his pubic hair on and in Lexi's mouth but she didn't mind it at all and got more horny. "Damn Lexi...you are a nasty one, aren't you?" Michael said. "I'm nasty as much as you want it dear." Lexi said under her short breaks took from sucking. "I see. So, if you are like this then you wouldn't have nothing against me ejaculating inside your mouth." Michael said smirking. "Of course. Cum as much as you want dear." Lexi happily said. Michael was drilling her mouth hard. He didn't cared if she was exhausted or not, Michael kept playing with Lexi's mouth like it was his personal toy. "Oh fuck...I'm gonna cum!" Hearing that, Lexi began to put pressure on his junk with her lips. In a few moments after Michael starts ejaculating inside Lexi's mouth. In that moment he felt how all of his stress left his body by every shot he was giving to Lexi. After that he pulled out his cock and looked at her mouth. Her mouth was filled with his semen and in there there were a few threads of pubic hair from him. "Holy shit! You really are nasty." Michael says. Lexi closed her mouth and began to swirl her tongue in that semen with pubic hair then she swallowed it. "Aaaaahhh. That was so good....and tasty." Lexi said smiling. After that Michael and Lexi exchange phone numbers to meet each other again whenever Michael needed a good sucking in the near future. On his way back to dorm, Michael was thinking about how hard Lexi was sucking him and how her mouth felt so good. He didn't knew what it was but now his desire to have sex so more and more powerful and that's because of this place, he thought. When Michael got in front of his dorm building he received a text message from Anna telling him that she is waiting him at his door for a hot session of pleasure. Seeing that, Michael rushed to his room. When he got there, Anna was staying in front of his door, waiting for Michael. "Hey, you came!" Anna said excited. "Well of course I came.." Michael said. They got inside where immediately when Michael closed the door, Anna jumped on him and they began to make out. Michael put his hands on her big boobs and started to squeeze on them. Anna started to push him with her body to the bed. When they got there Anna began to strip Michael. With a dirty look an her face she began to take off his clothes then she told him to sit on the bed and spread his legs. The boy did what Anna said then she got in her knees and arranged her hair into a pony tail. "So, are you ready?" Anna said. "I can't wait. Can't you see?" Michael said smiling. "Mmmyeah. It got so big and its twitching. God...so big." Anna said looking surprised at his junk. "Okay then, do your best. Suck it hard." Anna smiled at Michael, she opened her mouth and out it on his junk then it began to suck it slowly. After a few strokes Anna started to move her head faster, giving Michael an unbelievable pleasure. The boy looked so curious at Anna, being so surprised that she is sucking his dick with such excitement and happiness. You could hear the slurps and gags coming from the redhead. "Oh my god! This is so amazing Anna! Suck is harder." Michael said happy. From that, Anna began to pressure his junk with her lips, sucking it harder and faster. Overwhelmed by this hot situation, Michael grabbed her head and began to move it up and down as he pleased. Anna began to moan soft and caress his thighs sensually. Feeling so spoiled by her, Michael let her continue her thing and laid on his back on the bed. "Why didn't you came to the first course?" Anna asks while stroking his dick. "I meet Lucas and he brought me to the gym to introduce me to a girl, Lexi." He said. "Ahaa, I see. And you fucked her?" "No, she just gave me a blowjob." Michael said. When she heard him say that, Anna, having his cock deep inside her mouth grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard and continued to suck it very hard. Because of it, Michael couldn't hold it much more and came inside her mouth. after that, the redhead gladly swallowed the cum then kissed his dick and thanked him for the delicious cum then left the room to go to her next course. After another drainage of his balls, Michael took a shower and then went to a park to have a stroll. He decided to not go to the next course either. Walking around the university he began to think about the girls from here that they are so easy to get into her panties but when he thought about Anna he felt that she was different. Although, she was the first one to want this thing to happen between them, still, it was pretty easy to get into her pants. But this couldn't happen to everyone, he knew that. He knew from her sensual movements she used to please Michael's body, that she did it only because he was one of a kind and Anna saw something special in him that didn't saw it in nobody else until now. When he arrived in the park, Michael searched for a empty bench that was near to a trash bin to smoke a cigarette. He puffed a few times from it then he sees Bella walking around in front of him. When she saw him, Bella came up to greed him. "Hey there, Michael. How are you?" "Good. Smoking. I decided to not go to this course." Michael responded. "Aaah, I see." "And you? What are you doing?" Michael asks. "I was on my way to the university to drop some papers at the teachers office." "Aha." "So, you started to like this place?" She asks. "Well that depends. I started to like it more here after you caught me with Tina in the teacher's storage room." "Aaah...well that was because a little thought that I had in my mind. You liked it, huh?" Bella said. "Hell yeah. I've never felt that good until you did that thing to me." Michael responds. "Really? So none of your previous girlfriends did that to you?" "Well...no. Of course that I've never suggested that to them. And not because I didn't wanted to but...whenever I began to feel comfortable around them something started to happen which made them to leave me....or cheat on me." Michael said puffing from the cigarette. "I see. So, that's why you seem to be so introvert at first look. You lost the hope of thrusting another girl?" "Kind of. You see, ever since the first love of my life cheated on me...many times, I started to lose that hope and to like being all alone." "Many times? How so?" She asks. "Well I always thought that we could make it work. Fix the problem that made her do that but then I came to find out that maybe she was the only problem that couldn't be fixed." Michael said throwing his cigarette in the trash bin. "I see. Well that's kind of a bummer. You seem like a pretty good guy. I don't know why girls will do such thing to you." Bella said. "That's because I'm too good with them. I gave them too much at the start and then they start to get used to it and demand more and when a problem occurs to the relationship, they soon start to think that all went to shit, that is never going to work and they leave or go to another one thinking that it will be better." "But it never is, right? Do you know where she is now? Your first love?" Bella asks. "I don't care at all..." "Don't try to stress yourself about it more longer. I'm sure that you will find peace in here or maybe find a new girlfriend to make you feel amazing." "Yeah, I don't think so. I would like to meet new girls here. From what I saw, they like to have fun." "Yeah. A lot of people think that the girls from here are like that everywhere but it's not like that. Well, the whores are different, they will fuck anywhere. The least normal girls in here they like to have sex just in the campus and that's it." Bella explained. "I see. So it's like a bonus, this university. You can have a lot of changes to fuck here with any girl just because this area will give them an erotic feeling which makes them want to have sex?" "Kind of. This place has something that makes us, students, have this urge of needing sex a lot." Bella continued. "I see. So how many times you done it since you got here?" Michael asks. "Well...will be surprised but I'm a virgin." "For real?" Michael said surprised. "Yeah. I just had some moments where some girls licked me and that's it." "So, in other words...you are a fresh meat." "Yeah...hahah!" Bella laughs. In the middle of their laughter, Michael gets a text message from Lexi who was inviting him to a pool party that was on the swimming pool close to the gym and that he should come because he will not regret it. In the text message, Lexi mentioned that that the transparent walls and the gate from it were covered to not get suspected of doing something bad. Michael confirmed his arrival and left. He told Bella that he has something to do very urgent. When Michael got to the swimming pool he saw its walls being covered, having 'under renovation' signs all over. Michael enters and when he got inside he got shocked by how kinky this party is. Everyone in there were naked, almost all of the girls in there were covered in semen and piss. Lexi saw Michael and came up to him. "Heyyyy!!! Glad you came!" Lexi said and kisses him on the cheek. "Damn, that's a hell way to have a party." He said. "Yeah, well last night it was this party at a dorm and we didn't wanted to end it so we moved it to the swimming pool. All these girls in here have been fucked and drugged like crazy." Lexi said laughing. "Yeah, I can see that." "Well don't stand there and look. Come on, get naked and let's have fun. Here, I will be the first to honor your arrival." Lexi said while taking his clothes off. After she stripped the boy Lexi began to suck his cock to get it hard then they got to a bench where Lexi put Michael to sit on it so she could get on top of him to ride his junk. A few minutes pass then Michael started to get the attention from almost every girl from there like they wanted to have a taste of him too. While he was inside Lexi, Michael felt how loosened her pussy was and that was expected from a whore like Lexi. "Oh my god! Your dick is soooo big! I love it!" Lexi said. In all the time he was doing Lexi, Michael looked at a trio of girls who were fucked near the pool. It was a blonde girl laying down having a brunette staying on top of her and besides her there was a brown haired girl masturbating. Lexi saw that Michael started to look at those girls interested so she told him to go up to them. They waited for the boys doing them to finish then Lexi and Michael went to them. When they got there, the girls were covered in cum giving Michael dirty looks. "So, which one you prefer dear?" Lexi said. "My pussy is waiting for your big cock!" The blonde one says. "I-I want it too!" The brunette says. He looked at them for a few moments then said that he wants the blonde and the brunette. Lexi then goes to take a strong drink from the side of the pool to give Michael to take a mouthful from it before he starts fucking those nasty girls. After the boy drank half of the drink he proceeded to fuck the blonde girl. Having his junk inside of that pussy filled with cum made him feel a little strange but soon he didn't gave a damn about it. The drink made its effect on him. "Ohhhhh fuck! You have such a big dick!" The blonde one says. "That's right, dear! Fuck that nasty bitch!" Lexi shouts. "Ahhhh!! I feel how my pussy can't take all of it. Fuck!" Michael looks at the brunette girl standing in doggy style on top of the blonde girl and he put his dick in her too. He grabbed her hips and began to drill her pussy hard. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Mmmmmmmm!!!! That's sooooo fuckiiiing gooood! Your dick is amazing!! At first, Michael didn't felt so good in being naked in front of so many people but now, his thought changed. He was just concentrating on those girls to fuck them. At some point, he got drunk because of Lexi who gave him too much to drink and in that moment a hidden side of him came out while fucking the brunette. He took her arms and place it on her back then he grabbed her wrists with his left hand and with the other grabbed her black and beautiful hair. Michael began to fuck her harder and faster, surprising Lexi and the other people who were looking at him. "AH! AH! OOOOHH! FUUUUCK! MMMMMMMMM!" She had her eyes rolled and her tongue was out. The girl was moaning like crazy and couldn't talk right after trying to say a few words. "Holy shit, Michael. I've never thought that you will be like this!" Lexi said smirking. "Fuck...she is being fucked like crazy..." The blonde girl says with a soft voice. Michael's way of fucking had caught many eyes on him from a lot of girls. Because of the events happened in the morning with Lexi and Anna, Michael started to feel pretty exhausted and began to notice that he was close to ejaculate. He slowly takes his dick out from the brunette and turned her around to put her in the knees then he put inserted his manhood inside her mouth and came. She was swallowing every shot of it but after some shots Michael grabbed her head and pushed his tip up in her mouth. The rest of the shots went up and came out from her nostrils. Seeing that, everyone from there looking at Michael started to clap and shouts. After his balls got emptied again, the brunette girl lays down on the blonde body with a pleasured look on her face. Every girl now wanted to get fucked by him but Michael began to feel bad and had a strange feeling of puking. He told Lexi that he has to go, dressed back and leaves the swimming pool. On every step he made, Michael felt the need of puking being stronger. He managed somehow to get pass the university. Only a few more steps to get to the dorm but then he sees Lucas. When Lucas greet him by shaking his hand, Michael couldn't kept it anymore. He fallen on his knees and started to puke. "Oh fuck! Are you alright, dude?" Lucas asks. "Mmm....nooo....I'm sooo fucked up." Michael said in a drunken voice. "Oh my god! What happened?" Lucas says. ".....'fucking Lexi..." "Huh? You fucked Lexi and got drunk? Well I can see that, you are wasted from all that pussy she gave to you, right?" Lucas said smiling. "NOO! Is...is ntoh becaue oof that." "Ok then. Get up big guy. Let's go to the nursery. I'm so looking forward to listen what happened to you buddy." Lucas said carrying Michael on his back. When they arrived to the nursery, Michael had fallen asleep on Lucas back. Inside the room there was girl student laying on one of the beds from there, sleeping. When the nurse asked Lucas what happened to his friend, he said that he got exhausted and fainted on the campus then placed him on the bed and left. Earlier, when Michael told Bella that he had to go and left she proceeded to walk to the teachers office and leave the papers that she was assigned to bring them there. After that her presence was requested by the president of the university in its office. When Bella got there she was surprised to see that the discipline group was also there too. The discipline group was formed by the vice president, the teacher who had the most highest score on his entry exam and the student who got the highest score on its final exams. That spot was supposed to be taken by Bella but she thought that it will be too much for her and that being the president of the student council was enough. The thing that was surprising about this discipline group was that all the members from it were females, beautiful ones. And the president too. The room was filled of beautiful women. The president was sitting at her desk having some photos and envelopes on the desk. She had brown hair, green eyes and a stunning body. "Welcome Bella. Please sit down." The president said. Bella sat down. On her right the discipline group were staying on a couch. The vice president was a tall beauty, with white hair, skinny body and very big boobs. The teacher had dark blue-ish hair, dark eyes, and an athletic body. And the student, a cute blondie with short hair, average boobs and body. "What is it about, Mrs. President?" Bella said. "Yesterday I started to receive reports about some rapes that happened last night. Around the dorm area." She said. "Rapes?" "Yes. The victims didn't wanted to show themselves because they felt ashamed. This is unacceptable Bella! This clearly cannot be acceptable." The president yelled. "This wouldn't have happened if Hina was the president of the student council." The vice president said looking that the blonde girl from the discipline group. "None of them could ever notice that, Mrs. vice president. This rapes happened around 3 AM." Mrs. President said. "Maybe them not, but the security agents put in every dorm? They didn't saw nothing?" The teacher said. "No. I'm afraid not. They didn't told me if they were asleep in that time or not. Because it will be hard for them not to recognize the faces that comes and leaves every dorm from here." The president said. Bella was sitting there, listening, and didn't said a thing. She wanted too but didn't wanted the discipline group to hear it. At some moment she made a signal to the president, telling her that the two of them will have to talk in private. When the president saw that she dismissed the discipline group from the discussion. After closing the door, the president took a sit on the couch. "So, do you know something about it?" Mrs. President said. "Not much. But I heard some rumours about some guys having this sick fantasies of raping girls. Last night, there was a party at dorm number 2. Perhaps, the rapist bribed the security agent on duty that night and probably he went with the girl in one of the rooms from the ground floor." Bella said. "But this is one rape. I've got several reports of raping that happened in that night. How can you explain that?" she said. "I'm thinking that maybe, there was an orgy? The girls were drugged and dragged there....probably." "Dear god. Now drugs being involved...." "This isn't a new thing to hear about, Mrs. President. You know that." Bella said. "I know dear, come here." she said. Bella came next to the president then she grabbed Bella and put her on top of her then it began to caress her hair and then she kissed Bella on the lips. "Oh, I know that drugs and sex is something common happening here but rapes...this is a thing that I cannot tolerate." she said. "Neither do I, Mrs. President." Bella said. "You are my favorite student Bella. You are smart, beautiful, tough and with a creative mind. This is why I trust you so much and give you so much immunity to do whatever you please. Because you are like me, beauty and chaos in one place. Your and Lucy's ideas to extract money from these naughty activities from the campus and then put them into the university funds was a great idea. You earned a lot of my respect for that young lady." "And Lucy?" Bella asks with a sad face. "You know that I would have brought her back the next day, Bella. But my hands are tied by the discipline group. Because of what she did gone public I cannot do much. Just if they were out of the picture." "Like....fire them. The vice president and the teacher?" "And expel the blondie." she said. "I see. So if they were out of the picture then there would be nobody to ask for Lucy's suspension." Bella said. "Yeah. Nobody will want her to go, she is the hero of Riverdell after all." Mrs. President said. "I have a question for you. What's your opinion about what's happening now in Riverdell?" Bella asks. "Honestly, I love it. I love that I am part of it. And like I said, I want every student to have the time of his life in here. They could get fucked in the front of the gate every day, I couldn't care less. The thing is that we have to keep it in here. Only the people inside here to know about it. Because then, we will have a bad publicity and bad reputation." "I see. Well then. I guess I will take my leave to search for the rapists." Bella said getting off the president lap. "What will you do, Bella?" "I will find them, beat the shit out of them and then get them expelled." After this situation, Bella went searching for clues about what happened last night. She talked with Logan and Lucas to go and find everything that they could learn from the security agent that was on duty that night and from the students that attended the party. Bella was sure that at every party, the one that threw it had to bring whores too. So she went to talk with some of the Riverdell's whore but they didn't said a word to her at the request of their pimp, Tyler. The girl knew that she didn't wanted a fight with him because he was the main source income of Riverdell and if Bella would expose what Tyler was doing then what will happen after that will go from bad in worse. Hours goes by and Bella couldn't come up with a plan to talk with the whores. But on one of her walks around he campus she sees Lexi staying in front of dorm number 7, where Michael was staying. This was her only change and only whore to talk to. Lexi was sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette and drinking a bottle of soda. "Hey there, Lexi. What are you doing here?" Bella asks. "Oh, hey Bella. I went to see a boy but found that he isn't in his room." Lexi responded. "What boy?" She said. "The new transferred, Michael." Lexi said smiling. "Huh? What for?" Bella said curious. "Well I invited him to a pool party and there he got very drunk and I wanted to see if he was alright but he isn't in his room." "Pool party? When was it.?" Bella said. "In the morning. Well, this was kind of a after party. There was another one last night and it was sooooo crazy." Lexi said excited. "Huh, tell me more." Bella said. "Am I in trouble?" Lexi said with a straight face. "No, relax. I want to hear about it. Plus, I heard that at this party that you are going to tell me about there were some rapes that happened and I want to find the ones that did it." Seeing that it got serious, Lexi's smile from her face disappeared. She knew Bella out of fear because in the past she had some arguments with her and Bella beat Lexi hard. Lexi threw the cigarette and started to tell her about the party from dorm number 2. From her story, Bella found some interesting suspects. There were three boys who are suspected for the rapes, one is in the martial art club, one in the basketball team and the other one was a drug dealer. "Are you sure about this, Lexi?" Bella asks. "Yes. Definitely." Lexi said. "Okay then. Thank you very much." "No problem.....anything to help." As right when she was about to leave, Bella wanted to ask Lexi one more thing. "I know everyone forgot about it but....how are you holding up? You know...with Ben's death?" "Well...look at me. I'm a whore. That should say a lot." Lexi said faking a smile. "You and me both know that's a bullshit what you've said. I know why you become one. I can't say that this was the wisest choice but I respect that you want to find what happened on your own. Did you found any clues...until now?" ".....not many. A bunch of dead ends." Lexi responded looking down. "I see. I'm sure that you will find it someday. And when you find who were the one or ones who did it, tell me and I will assure you that they will suffer big time." Bella said looking right into Lexi's eyes and left. Seeing how she was leaving, Lexi looked at Bella and smiles. That was by far the thing that made her hopes grow bigger. A few hours past in the nursery office and Michael finally wakes up. When he got up he saw the nurse sitting at her desk writing something. When she saw that he woke up the nurse came to the boy to check on him. "So, how are we feeling?" the nurse said while checking his pulse. "Fine..I think. I feel very dizzy and sleepy." Michael responded. "I see. Well, I don't know from what you fainted, like your friend said, but I'm going to give you a shot to know for sure that you are ok." Michael went silent when he heard the word faint and friend. He began to remember what happened to him earlier and figured that he didn't fainted but just fell asleep. "Umm....and did my friend told you where he went?" Michael asks. "No. He didn't." "Ah, I see." "Please, take off your clothes." The nurse said. Next to his bed, the boy saw that there was laying a girl there who was awake. Her name was Yukino. She is the president of the filmography club and is the nicest person from Riverdell. Yukino was here because she recently went through a break up with her boyfriend. She stopped eating and this day she fainted because of it. When Yukino heard the nurse telling Michael to take his clothes off she kinda wanted it too. "Whaaat? My clothes? What for? You said that you are going to give me a shot. Where are you giving me the shot if you told me to take all of my clothes off?" Michael said. "The shot I'm giving you in your arm but I want to check your body too." The nurse said. "Is...is it necessary?" "Yes!" Seeing that he couldn't go his way, Michael took his clothes off. After the nurse gave him the shot she started to look at his body. She touched his junk and balls and then Michael had a boner. Yukino couldn't take her eyes from his cock and made sure that Michael was looking at her while she was checking his junk out. In that moment the boy didn't knew what the outcome of this might be but one thing he knew for sure. Yukino looked so damn good that he wanted to have some fun with her. "Hmm. Nice package. I bet that the girls love it." The nurse said. "Um...yeah...thanks." "Okay then. Now that I checked you I can say that you are good to go." After that, the nurse took some papers and told the two students that she have to go somewhere and left the nursery. Now Michael is alone with Yukino. After some silent minutes of looking at each other Michael decides to break the ice. "I....umm...I'm sorry that you had to see this." "You don't have too. I was impressed." Yukino said smirking. "Oh...really?" "Yes. I never seen a dick so thick like yours. It definitely is bigger that my ex's" "Your ex? What a shame for him. You don't look like a girl to be single." Michael said. "But how you see me, umm..." "Michael." "Oh, Michael. Cool name. I'm Yukino." "Nice to meet you, Yukino." He said smiling. "I was asking you a question, mister Michael." Yukino said. At that point, Michael reached Yukino's bed and grabbed her by the led. She responded by coming close to the edge of it where Michael was and spreading her legs. "I see you being spoiled by boys everyday. Because you are so cute and beautiful." Michael said starting to unbutton her T-shirt. "Ahh. I don't need a lot of boys to spoil me, Michael. Just one. One good boy who knows how to please a girl." She says taking off her panties and touched her pussy with his crotch. "And you think that I know how to please a girl?" "By that impressive dick hidden in your pants. Oh, I can bet that you know a lot about the female body." Yukino said smirking. "Fuck...you're so hot!" Michael said then kissed Yukino. Both of them started to make out passionately. Michael slid his hands on her boobs to massage them. After he felt how soft they were he proceeded to unzip his pants. Yukino was ahead of him and did it for him. When she pulled it out she gasped. "Oh fuck, it feels so big and hard." Yukino said then started to slap her pussy with it. "Damn...even your pussy is beautiful." Michael said. "Of course. Only the best for guys like you." She said smiling. Without any further do Yukino hungry for some sex, she inserts his junk inside her which made her legs shake once it all entered inside her. "Ohhhhh fuck! Your dick is incredible. I think I might fell in love." Yukino said. "If you want this dick inside you in the future then you should not do it." Michael said grabbing her waist and started to move his hips back and forth. "Ahh....I see. Kind of friends with benefits." Yukino says. "Don't like it?" "I'm okay with it. As long as I get to have it again then I agree being fuck friends with you Michael." With that being said, Michael starts to increase his speed on Yukino. She gets surprised like expected and starts to moan like crazy. Her insides stretch to the maximum and she starts to feel how she is reaching her climax. She tells him but Michael continued to drill her body hard. Yukino was looking Michael right in the eyes and you could see from her eyes that she was telling him that he can do anything he desire with her. Yukino reached her climax and hugged hard Michael. "OH FUCK!!!! AAAAHHHH! HOLY FUCK.......UUUUMMMMMMMMMMM.....AHHHHHH DAAAAMN..UUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!" From her moans Michael couldn't handle it and ejaculated inside Yukino. When she felt his hit cum going inside her Yukino began to make out with him hard. The boy continued then to fuck her like nothing happened. "Oh my god! How much can you resist?" Yukino laughing said. "Is not about that. You are so hot that it will a waste to not take advantage of this." "Aaah....I see. Well then, with a package like that, then please use my body as much as you want." Yukino said. Michael grabbed her neck and began to entrust her pussy with all of his dick. Yukino's mind went crazy as she was fucked by Michael. In that moment Yukino knew that for once she did a good choice in her life. * * * * * * The night came upon and Bella was pleased that by the end of this day she found the rapists. With the help of Lucas and Logan she dragged the rapists inside the gym where there they got tied. "What's the meaning of this!" One of the rapists shouted. "You better shut up, dude. You fuuuucked uuuuup!" Lucas said with a serious face. "What are you talking about?! I demand justice!" he said. ".....oh....there will be justice. But not for you." Bella said coming at them with a baseball bat. Bella was angry, in her eyes you could see that she was pissed off. The rapists were in fact the suspects that Lexi told Bella about. Lucas and Logan were really helpful by trapping the suspects into telling the truth. "Damn, she is pissed! Doesn't she Logan?" Lucas said. "Oh yes. She is super pissed." Logan said. "Extremely pissed." Logan said. "Mega pissed." Lucas said. "What the fuck! Are you crazy?!" one of the rapist said. "The only ones crazy here are you three fuckers. Thinking that raping is a fun thing to do." Bella said with anger in her eyes. "Raping?! Hah! What are you talking about?" Without responding, Bella hold her bat tight then swung it in their faces. She applied so much force that it broke the noses of the all three boys. Blood was dripping from their faces on the ground. "ARE YOU CRAZYY!!!???? WHAT THE FUCK????" The basketball player said. "A basketball player.....a martial art club member and......a drug dealer. Is funny how you guys can get so much pussy but no....you want to take it differently. Breaking the girl's soul brings you pleasure. Huh..." After taking a deep breath, Bella hit once again the basketball player right in the forehead. The hit was so strong that it pushed him on the back, falling on the ground. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? YOU WANT TO KILL US?" The martial art club member shouted. "Killing you? That's nonsense. I'm....just....going to make you three suffer...... very......very baaad." She said and giggling at the end. Lucas and Logan was on the side, looking at it. They never seen Bella being so violent before, this was their first time. But now they know very well why she is so feared in Riverdell and no one wants to fuck with her. Apparently, she may look pure and fragile but this girl could rip you into pieces in no time. "YOU ARE CRAZY? YOU HEAR ME!!! CRAZYYYYYY!" The martial art club member yelled. "....Listen here deep shit. I have tons of proof that shows to me that all of you raped THE SAME FUCKING GIRL!" she said then smashed him a bat the face who left him straight unconscious. "So, with that....being said, I don't give a fuck how bad I beat you up...because you are still going to be expelled after this ends. But I want you to remember that if you get in Riverdell and don't follow the rules.....you are completely fucked!" The only left was the drug dealer. Bella walked around him a few times then she stopped in front of him. With the tip of her bloody bat Bella touched his chin with it. "It's a shame for you, Will. Your business with drugs where quite good for the university. I guess that all the work will be handled by your sister, right?" Bella said. "Probably. Only if you don't expel her too." Will said. "Why should I get her expelled? I have nothing to do with her. She is a good student and with her brains I can assure that she will have more success that you did." "I'm sure she'll have." Will said smiling. "Damn. This shit got so intense, dude." Lucas whispered to Logan. "Shut up. Don't ruin the moment you moron." Logan said back. "I can feel now that some things will change around here since Michael came." "Didn't Bella told you? He is the one that will help her bring Lucy back." Logan whispered. "Huh?! For...for real?!" Lucas said shocked. "Yes. Since the first day, Bella looked at his profile and found that he is a great asset for our team." "I see. That's why she made us be friends with him. Speaking of it, I have a feeling that Michael isn't what he shows to the rest of the world. Now that I see how Bella is acting now I think that he is just like her. He may appear like a complete outsider, a calm person but if you fuck with him....hell breaks." "Yeah...probably." Logan responded. "Hmm...I would like to see him in that situation." Lucas said smirking. "So, anything you want to be said, Will?" Bella asked. "I don't know if something had been unsaid. Just that I know now why Michael passed so easily the entry exam to Riverdell..hahah." Will said smirking. Hearing that, Bella's pupils shrunk. This phrase caught Lucas and Logan attention. But before Will could say anything else Bella smashed his mouth with the bat with just one swing who made him fall down and be unconscious. From the last hit, drops of blood got on Bella's face and clothes. She looked very scary. Apparently, Will knew something about Bella that no one could ever find out. After this, Bella took on some breaths then she told Lucas and Logan to take the boys straight to the president office and let them there until morning and to clean the blood left on the stage. Without questions the boys did what Bella asked them to do. They knew that they didn't wanted to be left unconscious like those rapist. The next day the president was quite shocked to see three beaten boys in her office when she came to work. Bella was there too and talked with her that they were the rapist. The president expelled them right away and kept secret to the vice president how they got caught or how they confessed about it. Knowing that this duty has been taken cared of, Bella continued her daily routine relieved that Riverdell got safer a little. Squad  It was a beautifully morning at Riverdell. The sky was bright blue, the beautiful sun was shining and it was mesmerizing to watch. For some certain students at Riverdell this day started extraordinary, just the way they were expecting. In the boys bathroom some of the whores of Riverdell's were having a little party with three boys. Mia, the one who came up with the idea, was jerking off two boys at the same time. She was a cute girl, with pink hair, big boobs and an amazing ass. Her ember colored eyes were making boys lose their mind when their cock was inside her mouth. In her back, Mia's colleague Tonya was taking care of the remaining boy. And when I say taking care I mean that she was sucking him off like crazy. "Mmmmm. Your dick is so delicious." Tonya said smiling sucking on the junk. "Tonya! Don't get so full of yourself. Don't say such thing if you didn't tried these two cocks that I'm taking care of." Mia said. "Fine fine!" "Oh my god Mia! Your slutty mouth is making my cock feel so good." One of the boys said. "Is that so? How about this now?" Mia said grabbing his balls and squeezed them hard. "Aaaahhh! Oh fuck!" "I want that too, Mia!" The other boy said. "Sure sure. We have plenty of time to please both of you boys." Mia said with a big smirk on her face. Seeing that Mia has such a slutty character, the boys took advantage of that to make themselves feel better. They drilled her mouth with their cocks until she couldn't feel it. Her throat was non-stop fucked by them. Not a single break was given to her. At the end, the two boys finished on Mia's pretty face then took a picture of her to show their friends what a jackpot she is. On the other hand, Tonya had it pretty nice. The boy who she was sucking was kind of shy and besides that he finished quick, he also finished inside her mouth to not mess her face with semen. After that the boys left that bathroom along with Tonya. Mia stood a little more in the bathroom to look at herself in the window. She adored to look at herself and see her face full of that white thick liquid. When she was about to leave too, Lexi entered. "Hey there Mia." Lexi said smiling. "Oh, Lexi. How are you girl?" Mia asked. "I was looking for you because I want to tell you something. Oh my, look at that cum on your face. Is so irresistible. May I taste some of it?" "Sure." Mia said. Lexi put her fingers on Mia's face and began to gather the cum from Mia's face to her lips. When Lexi gathered the preferred amount wanted, she then kissed Mia's lips passionately. "Mmm. That is delicious. I'm jealous that I wasn't the one milking those cocks that shot this amazing cum." Lexi said. "I'm sure you would've love it. So, what was the thing that you wanted to tell me?" "Ah yeah. You know the new transferred student? Michael." "Yeah. I heard of him. Kind of cute." Mia said. "Well, this other day I invited him to that pool party and there he fucked two girls so hard that I thought they would faint. His dick is so huge. And thick also." "Hmm...you tried it?" Mia said smirking. "Hell yeah. Is amazing. His cum is very delicious. Better that this one that you had." "Oh, really?" Mia said curious. "Yeah. You should definitely meet him. He will fuck your brains out." "Hmm...if you say so. Maybe I will meet up with him. Seeing of what he is capable of." Meanwhile, in that same morning Anna woke up early and before her first course she wanted to came by at Michel's room to have a quickie. It was pretty surprising for Michael who wasn't expecting her but he couldn't refuse such an amazing body like Anna's. Before doing it the boys asked her to wait a little because he wanted to take a shower but Anna told him right away that she don't mind doing her like this. So they started getting at it. They took of their clothes and they get on the bed, starting to make out hard. "Last night the only thing I could think of was your dick, Michael." Anna said while moaning. "Really? That's why you showed up so early at me?" "Of course. I couldn't resist anymore. I want your massive dick in my pussy so fucking bad." "Fuck! I want that too now." Michael said excited. The boy put Anna in missionary then it started to slowly stroke his junk in front of her pussy. When it got hard like a rock, Michael inserted the tip inside her to tease her a little. "Only the tip? But I want it all in me!" Anna said disappointed. "I'm just teasing you. Of course I wouldn't fuck you with just my tip. I'm not stupid." "You better not. It will be a shame if you don't put that big cock in my pussy." "Okay. I'm putting it now." Michael said. "Yeah. Put it all in. Ooooh fuck! Yeah! Just like that. Mmmmmmmmmm!!! All of it....inside my pussy. Yeah....shit." Anna lifts her head to look at her pussy how was filled with Michael's junk. Then she smiled as the boy was moving his hips back and forth. Michael grabbed her neck and started to make out with her while he increased his speed. Anna was moaning like crazy. Her pussy was feeling hotter than usual which made her to feel more pleasured. "God! I wish to somewhat find out on your own how great is when my pussy is fucked by such an amazing dick like yours. Going out and coming back it, it's making me lose my mind, Michael. Is amazing." "I trust you. And I want you too to feel somewhat how good is when you put your dick in a girl so beautiful like you. With an amazing body like yours. I mean, looking at your big boobs while my dick is inside you....damn! Is the best feeling ever." "I know what are you saying. I know that my body can make a boy lose its mind. But to hear that from you, is so fucking sexy." "Damn it! I want to fuck you all day, Anna!" "I wish that too, sweetie." Anna said. They continued to do each other like crazy. And with that they forgot about the time and when Anna looked at the clock she panicked a little. She told Michael to speed up as much as he can to cum so that she can make if in time for class. But when Michael was ready to finish he didn't heard when Anna told him to not finish on her face because there isn't time for her to wash it off. So when he pulled his big junk out from her sweet pussy, Michael pointed right on Anna's face and shot big loads of cum on her. "Fuck! Michael! I told you not on the face! Damn it! Now I'm definitely going to be late because I have to wash it off." "Shit...I'm so sorry Anna. I don't know why I forgot about it." Anna stood a little to look at Michael and then she looks on her body full on his semen. Then he looked back at Michael. She felt how the tip of his junk was back inside her pussy and when she looked in his eyes she realized that she's never been so intimate with someone before him. Every time when it was about ejaculating, she didn't wanted it on her face or to even taste it. But now, since she is doing it with Michael, she feels that with him she can do anything because he makes her unconsciously have a lot of trust in him. "Damn it....I can't be mad at you. You made me feel great! I can't be mad at you because of this. Fuck the course...I won't go to it anymore." Anna said. "So...that mean you will stay here longer?" Michael asks while putting his hands on her hips and starts to fuck her again. "You want round two, right? Well yes...you already started to fuck me again. Haha...sure. I don't mind at all, sweetie." Anna said smiling. While he was doing Anna the second time, Michael receives a text message. He reaches it to see from who it was from and saw that is was from Lucas. He was asking Michael if he would want to go to a club with him and Logan and if he wants to bring a girl he can do it. "What is it, Micky?" Anna said. "A friend of mine. He asked me if I want to go at the club with him and another friend of ours." "And? You don't want to?" "Hmm...I want to. But I was wondering if you would like to come too?" "Me? A-are you serious?" Anna said surprised. "Yeah. Why not. Well...if you're okay with it." "Well, yeah. Sure. I would love to come with you." She said smiling. "Okay then. If that's settled, should we continue?" "Fuck me hard, baby!" Michael and Anna fucked each other like crazy. At the end, both of them were exhausted. Anna made up her mind to don't show up for the rest of her courses and to do to her room to sleep. While Michael took a shower afterwards and then went to the park to see its surroundings and have a smoke. His mind was at his new best friend, Anna. Michael never would have dreamed about this type of friendship to exist. Like being best friends, have sex and talk so much about with one another. He felt like he just hit the jackpot with her, having such an incredible and athletic body. Although, there was Yukino too, who was just as beautiful as Anna. But with Yukino he saw that she was so delicate and when he is doing her she is so feminine and sweet. With this type of girl you can have a true relationship but Michael didn't knew her very well to think about that. Even tho, Anna was on the first place who Michael wants to have a relationship with because he got to know her a lot and they have a lot of things in common. But there was a certain moment that is throwing him off from all of this, and that is Bella. Since that day when she caught him having sex with Tina and what she did to him, Michael is curious about her too. Bella is a mystery for him and in some times he really starts to think about her and what else she can do with just her bare hands and a pen. When he got to the park, Michael sat on one of the benches from there and lighten a cigarette. Right when he lighten it Bella shows up before his eyes. And it was on that right moment when the boy was thinking about her. He just lost it and the cigarette falls off from his mouth. "Ah shit!" Michael gets it back and continued to smoke it. He wasn't going to throw it and lights up another one. Bella sees him and decided to walk up to Michael to greet him. "Good morning, Michael. How are you? Bella smiling said. "I'm pretty good, Bella. Smoking, how about you?" "Good. Just walking around, enjoying this wonderful weather." "That's good. You seem very happy, Bella" "Really? Hmm...who knows. Maybe I just woke up how is supposed to. Oh, come to think off. I was wondering when are you going to publish those works of yours you said to me when he first met." "I.....I don't know. I don't think that they are going to be read by someone." Michael said. "Don't be like that. I'm sure that someone will read them." "Thanks." "No problem." She said with a big smile on her face. "Mm...Bella. Can I ask you something?" "Sure. Ask me anything." She said. "Would you want to go with me and some friends of mine to a club?" "Huh? And I was thinking that you will ask me to jerk you off." "What?" "Nothing. Well, sure. I would love to. At what hours should I be ready?" Bella asks. "We don't know the hour sure but I will text you an hour before that." "An hour? Do you realize that I am a girl, right, Michael?" "Three hours, sorry." "That's more like it. Hm, well I have to go now. I just realized that I have to go to the president office for something. See you later." "Ah, okay. Take care. Bye!" After Bella left Michael pulled out his phone and texted Yukino if she would want to come at the club with him and his friends. At first Yukino seemed a little off about it but she also wanted to spend some time with him because they hadn't seen each other for some time and also Yukino wanted to have sex with Michael again. When he was dome texting with Yukino, Michael lighten up a cigarette and when he finishes it he goes to his rest of his courses. In that time, at the gym's storage room the basketball team leader, Billy or Big dick Billy how is it called by the cheerleaders, was having a meeting with two of his teammates. He had blonde hair, blue eyes and an athletic body. Since he joined the basketball team all the girls started to like him and when he became team leader Billy started to create a rule stating that every girl who joined the cheerleader group, it had to have sex with him. He was standing on a chair while a cheerleader was on her knees between his legs, sucking his dick. His teammates where on his left side looking at the girl. "Mmmm....uuuhhhh" "That's good, honey. Keep sucking it. So, with who are we going to have fun with, boys?" Billy said. "Umm, Lola Mendez. She is a brunette with blue eyes who is known to be kind of shy. And with that being said I think that she will be to embarrassed to say something or to fight back." One of his mate said while giving Billy a picture of the girl. "Hmmm. She sounds interesting. And delicious." Billy said while he put his hand on the cheerleader that was sucking him and told her to suck his dick harder. "Are you sure about it, Billy? I mean, it's a little risky if we do this knowing that the last boys who did it were beaten up and expelled by Bella." "I won't worry about it. I will make sure that this girl will fall in love with me and that student council president won't find a thing. Trust me." Billy said proudly. "Even so...she is a little tied up with the vice president." "That's easy. I got the vice president on my little finger so it's all good." Billy said laughing. Billy was in his second year and since he got popular, he abused his image to have sex with girls, even more with those who didn't wanted to do that. His nickname Big Dick Billy came from the cheerleaders who bragged about his huge penis to their friends or to other students who were talking about him. What made him do this was because he got bored of the girls to were to easy to give their body to him, he wants now to work a little to have it so he decided to apply the rape method. The vice president was married with Billy's big brother so every bad thing Billy did that the vice president found out, she would just let it slide without any punishment. We move on to Michael who just finished his last course and preceded to walk to him dorm. On his way there he sees Tina wearing a cheerleader uniform. She finished her practice for that day and she was heading to her dorm. When she saw Michael, Tina instantly ran up to him. "Hey! Michael, what a surprise. How are you?" Tina asks excited. "I'm very good. Just walking to my dorm. How about you?" Tina slowly got closer to Michael and said: "I-...I want you to come to my room. I desperately need your dick." When Michael heard that he looked down and felt how his junk was getting hard. And not just because of some words but from a girl so tiny like Tina, telling that she need a dick so much made Michael to feel aroused. He grabbed her hand and they went to her dorm. * * * * * "Oh my god, Tina. Just like that. Keep going! They feels so good!" "I'm so glad that you like my breasts, Michael. It makes me so happy." "Stroke it with then faster. Damn! They are so soft! I'm going crazy." "Yeah? You like it don't you? I too feel so horny to have your huge cock between my breasts. Plus...the smell that your dick has is just incredible. Is like a drug that I will soon get addicted to." Tina said. "Holy shit! I'm gonna cum Tina! I'm gonna cum!!!" "YES! CUM! CUM ON ME! CUM ON ENVERYWHERE AND DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. I WILL CLEAN IT LATER!" Since they got in Tina's room they went to it straight forward. Michael put the girl on her knees and began to fuck her mouth hard. Tina was so aroused that she was making Michael to fuck her mouth faster and harder. Both of them were feeling so hot that their bodies began to move on their own. Then Tina placed Michael carefully in her bed and told him that she will use her breasts to please him. From her look, Tina was like she just got hypnotized, what the girl was only thinking about in that moment was Michael's penis and how much she wanted to please it daily. Now Tina was on top of him. Although, Michael just ejaculated Tina saw that his dick was still hard and now she wanted it inside her. She didn't cared if he cleaned his junk or if there was still cum in his urethra, Tina jumped on his dick and began to ride it while wearing pom poms. Her pussy was soaked wet and now having his dick inside her, her mind was definitely lost. "I-LO-VE-DICK! I-LO-VE-DICK! I'M-TI-NA AND I-LO-VE-DICK! YUUUUUHUUUOOOOOOOO!!!" "Jesus, Tina. You are crazy!" Michael said. "Your dick is making me crazy! I've never thought that a dick could make me feel this way! Oooohhhh......and I don't want to stay even a day without having sex just once. Oh my god! I love having sex so fucking much. Please Michael. Fuck he harder!!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Michael grabbed her hips and increased his speed. He was a little worried that he didn't wanted to get Tina pregnant and that was because she didn't let him clean himself or even put on a condom. "Like this, Tina? You like it?" Michael asks. "Yes!! Oooohhhh yeah!! Just like that. Just like that! My pussy loves your diiiiiick soooooo much!" "Glad to hear that." Michael responds. They went like this for two hours straight. Tina wasn't having enough of it and didn't let Michael go until he finished inside her. At this part this girl really scared Michael but he convinced her to immediately go to the pharmacy and take some contraceptive pills. Tina told Michael if he would want to come with her but the boy didn't wanted to hear about it. He went straight to his dorm to sleep because he was exhausted. When he got in his room, the first thing that Michael did was to take a shower. After that he gets in bed and checked his phone for messages. There were two of them, one from Tina who said that she took the pills and to not worry anymore and the other one from Lexi. It was a link, he tapped on it and the link sent him to the Riverdell's site. On that message Lexi said to log in on the site with his ID from his student license and then to click on the box where is written 'STUDENTS PLAYOUT'. When he got in there Michael saw that there was a social media site only for the Riverdell's students within its University site. Lexi explained to Michael that this site is where you can see for real who the person you meet at school really are. There he could find videos, pictures and live streaming of girls and boys having sex just to get likes and become popular. On that site no one is prude and everyone is unite. Michael was quite shocked to find this out but when he got to his profile there he found a video where he was tagged. It was from that time where Lexi invited him to the pool party where he got super drunk and fucked that brunette girl like crazy. He sees that the video got thousands of likes and comments, most of them where from girls praising him for his wonderful tool. Michael looked at the likes and there he sees that Bella liked the video too. Of course that he immediately went to her profile to see if she was indeed a virgin or not. He was surprised.... There were a lot of pornografic videos that she was tagged in but in those ones she was having her pussy licked by girls which then they were tortured by her, a girl with purple hair and a massive guy. Then something snapped in his mind. That purple haired girl must have been Lucy, Bella's best friend. Michael checked Lucy's profile too and what he found in there it was considered every boy's treasure. Lots of videos of her having sex, giving blowjobs and all sorts of erotic things. Out of curiosity, Michael began to watch her videos and at some point he started to fap on them. The boy thanked from the bottom of his heart to Lexi for showing him this and the girl told him that he will be in debt with a favor for her. Lexi responded that she will definitely remember that in the near future. Seing that erotic and slutty look on Lucy's face was making Michael wish that he could have her too for a round or maybe more. Her stunning body along with her ass and boobs, Michael saw how this girl was wanted by so many boys.   LATER... It was noon and everyone started to head to their dorm or homes. Behind the gym, there were Billy with his mates and Lola Mendez. Earlier, Billy pursued to find Lola and to talk with her. It took him fifteen minutes to make the girl fall in love with him and to agree to be his girlfriend. He told her to meet him at 6PM in the back at the gym. Now we are here, Billy was making out with Lola and his mates where looking at him. "Babe...I'm feeling kind of shy." Lola said. "Oh, why baby?" "Because your friends are with us too and....I don't know." "Don't worry about it, baby. They will have a taste of you as well." Billy said smiling. "What?! Come on, stop joking. Is not funny..." "......" After Lola sees that Billy isn't responding anymore she put a serious look on her face. "A-are you serious? What the fuck, Billy?!" Lola shouted. "Come on boys. Let's have fun." Billy said. He went behind her and unbuttoned the chest are of her shirt and pulled out one boob on hers. His other mate pulled out the phone to record it and put his hand between her legs while the other one lifted up her skirt. "What are you doing? Please stop!" Billy was squeezing her breasts hard while he was pushing his boner between her legs. His mates pulled down their pants and started to fap while looking at her boobs and pussy. "You are fighting for nothing baby. In the end, you will be fucked so good." "No! I don't want that! Please stop this already! Baby, you're scaring me!!!" "Hahahaaa....I'm not your baby, bitch! Now get on your knees!" Lola was forced to get on her knees and now she had Billy's dick in her mouth and with her hands Lola was jerking off Billy's mates. "Damn! This feels so good. Can't wait to fuck you!" One of the boys said. "Wait! No....don't do that to me!" Lola said while sucking Billy's dick. "Shut the fuck up, bitch! Keep sucking it!" Billy shouted. She knew that everything was in vain but to accept her faith. The smell coming from their junks wasn't so pleasing for her not to say that it was her first time sucking and apparently she was pretty bad at it. Billy started to slap her face and punch her in the head then he put her in doggy style. "Okay. It's time to see how tight is your pussy bitch! Keep her like that boys." Billy said while putting his big and thick dick inside Lola. "OH MY GOD!!!! IT HUUUURTS! IT HUUURTS SOOOO MUCH!!! AHHHH.....why....why are you doing this to me? I didn't upset you with anything. I thought that you will love me...." "Love? You're joking! Hahahaa! This place isn't the place where you will find love. This place is for sex, drugs and party! University is all about being selfish and have the most fun of your life! Not to fall in love....you stupid!" Billy said smirking. "This......this isn't how I imagined. Losing my virginity... Ouuuuuuchhh!!! It hurts me!!" "Too bad. I'm loving it till now. Your pussy is so wrapped around my cock, I think that I will break it if you make my cock feel more aroused like that." Billy said laughing. "But...I didn't do anything..." Lola said softly. "GOD DAMMIT! SHUT THE FUCK UP! THAT'S IT! YOU TWO! FLIP HER UP! WE ARE GOING TO FUCK HER REALLY GOOD!" "No! Wait...." * * * * * "Yeahaaaaaah! That feels so fucking good. This pussy is soo gooood!!!" "Keep going, mate. She can handle it now!" Billy said. "That's it, bitch! Stroke it harder. Stroke it!" "Damn....I'm gonna cum again!" Billy shouted. ""Me too!"" From what happened now, Lola wanted to disappear. She felt disgusted, sticky and hopeless. Her entire body was hurt, especially her pussy and her feelings. Lola waited all that time for someone to help her but no one came. The thing that shocked her was that it was at noon, where the sun hasn't gone yet, there must have been some students who were wondering around there and they must've heard her screaming. All those thoughts were in vein now for her because she had been raped and used like a piece of cloth to clean a desk from dust then thrown in the garbage bin. That's how Lola felt in that moment. Now the boys left while laughing, while Lola was still on the ground, crying. Lola looked at the sky and wondered why this was her faith for today. Why she deserved such a cruel thing. From far away a silhouette was coming towards her. It was Lexi. She came to Lola then got on her knees and puts her hand on Lola's cheek. "I'm so sorry that this happened to you..." Lexi said. "Why.....Why me?" Lola asks then she starts to cry hard. Lexi hugged her immediately then tries her best to comfort her. After that Lexi helped Lola to get up and walked her to her dorm room where she took care of Lola to get herself washed and to check if her pussy suffered tissue damage. 11PM... The time for club-ing had begun. Michael's group had to meet in the Harukama district on 21str. where the club named Facelessly was. The first to be in the parking lot was Lucas and Logan, they were in a Audi RS 5 black, then Bella came with an Lamborghini Veneno red. The boys were wondering what she was doing there and when they talked with her they found out that Michael had invited her. After that Michael came with Anna and Yukino in a black and red massive Ford Mustang, the car that Michael was driving was tuned severely and the sound of its engine was just like a tank. The three of them got out the car and went to greet Lucas, Logan and Bella. "Damn Michael! I thought that you were going to bring one girl but three....holy damn. That's the spirit!" Lucas said. Bella started to look a little curious at Anna on how casual she was talking with Michael when they got out the car. "Bella, this is Anna, my best friend. And she is Yukino. Anna, Yukino she is Bella." Michael said. "Your best friend? Ahh...I see. Nice to meet you Anna. You too Yukino." Bella said. ""Nice to meet you too."" After that Michael introduced them to Lucas and Logan and after that they went inside the club. Since they got in, Lucas and Logan were kind of worried looking at Bella how she was analyzing Anna from head to toes. Lucas send Bella a text asking if she was okay and if Anna was someone that she hates or somewhat. Bella told him that everything is fine but from what Lucas was seeing, that was not fine at all. At the table they were arranged like this: Michael was on the right side of the table between Anna and Yukino and Bella was on the left side between Lucas and Logan. The boys went at the bar to order some drinks and after that they started to chat. "So, tell me Anna, where did you meet Michael and how did you became his best friend?? Because me and Logan were supposed to be his best friends! That's not fair Michael!" Lucas said. "For real, dude?" Michael surprised said. "Well we attend the same courses at the University. One time I saw him resolve a math problem that was super hard and told him if he could come to my place and tutor me." Anna said smiling. [Tutor you with what, bitch?! Don't tell me that with this story you thought that you can fool us!] "And after that day we found out that we have a lot in common, like we share the same birthday, he likes to write and me to read, and we like the same music genre, rock." Anna continued. [S-same birthday...? Damn...I wish I could share that with Michael too...] "Wow. That's amazing." Logan said. "Totally! You guys have so much in common. You should've be together." Lucas said. Hearing that, Bella immediately put her foot on Lucas's and pushed down hard. "Aaahh!" "What's the matter, Lucas?" Michael asks. "Ahh...nothing, nothing." Lucas said then looked at Bella. He then saw a terrible look and her face and in that moment, in that very moment Lucas figured out why Bella acted so weird when she saw Anna. "I don't think that will make us any better, Lucas." Anna responded. "That's true." Michael said. "Huh? How so?" Bella asks. "In this life, a certain person will find along the way many soulmates. Some are for a limited time, some are for to be your best friend and very rarely some are to be together with you for the rest of your life. Me and Michael, I think, that we are soul mates but if we were to be together I think that it won't last that much so is the best if we stayed like this. That's my opinion, plus that Michael don't want to be together with no one from now on." Anna said. "Yeah, we knew about that." Logan said. "And you, Yukino. How did you meet Michael?" Bella asks smiling. "Well, I was at the nursery because I fainted and when I woke up I saw Michael being there." "Oooooh! I remember that day!!! That was when he got so wasted that when I saw him he puked so much!" Lucas said. "Oh my god..." Michael said covering his eyes. "Come on dude! Don't be mad. I told you that being here you have to try everything and live the moment." Lucas said smiling. "That's true. And now....LET'S GET IT STARTED WITH SOME SHOTS!" Anna shouted. The group began to take shot after shot. After that they start to dance, Michael wasn't that good at it but Anna stood beside him to not feel uncomfortable. Bella tried to have fun too because she didn't wanted to ruin this night, after all, she wanted Michael to feel happy and have many friends. Although, she might had her secret discovered by Lucas, she tried to enjoy this night as much as she could. At some point they had to take a break because they all felt dizzy. "Oh my god! I think that I'm wasted." Yukino said with a soft voice. "Yeah. We all kind of are!" Anna said laughing. At another table there were three girls that put their eyes on the table where Lucas,Michael and Logan were. Anna immediately saw them and thought on a little game. "Guys! I have a game for you!" Anna shouted. "What is it?" Lucas curious said. "You see those three girl from that table. Those are from our University and they had been watching us for some time." Anna continued. "Who are they?" Michael asks. "The brunette one is Juliet, the blonde one is Sonia and the brown haired one is Marie. All of them are whores." Bella said. "Wow, such information, Bella. Okay, so the game is like this: everyone of you has to go up to one of them and invite them to the bathroom to have sex with you. When they go you, gentlemen, have to fuck them so hard that when they get out from the bathroom to not be able to walk straight. Understood?" "Damn! That sounds great!" Lucas said. "Come on Michael. You in?" "The one that destroy the girl the most I will pay for his part of drinks." Anna said. "Now I'm totally in!" Lucas shouted. "Me too!" Logan said. "Meh...I guess that I could do it at this hour." Michael said. When all of them rose up, the girls began to giggle and bit their lips. The boys walked up at their table and began to talk with them. After ten minutes passes they start to hit on them, the girls notice that and they told them if they want to have some fun. Then the boys found each other that they have to choose one of them. Lucas took the brunette, Michael chose Sonia and Logan remained with Marie. All of them went to the bathroom and when they got in the stall the fun started. Now, at the table, the girls were waiting for the boys to finish and until that they started to talk about their lives and what do they want to do after finishing the University. After thirty minutes, Logan left the bathroom and in his back there was Marie who proceeded to get at her table her walk was a little off so Logan did a number on her. Then ten minutes passes and Lucas exists too, with a smile on his face. In his back there was Julie who could barely walk, she needed Marie to help her get at their table. Anna congratulated Lucas for the good job. Now they were waiting for Michael to appear. After some twenty minutes Michael was seen exiting the bathroom and coming towards his group. "So? Where is Sonia?" Lucas asks. "No-fucking-way!" Anna said then she got up from the table and ran to the bathroom. That thing did all of them, except Michael who sat at the table. When the rest got to the stall where he fucked Sonia they saw the girl staying on the toilet seat, with her clothes off, her eyes rolled and her tongue out smiling, covered in big loads of cum. Some semen was pouring down from her pussy. "Holy shit!" Yukino said. "Fuck yeah!" Anna shouted. "Damn...." Logan said. "Goodness..." Bella surprised said. "Hahahaaaa! That's by boy!" Lucas shouted laughing. "Look at her. She is a mess!" Yukino said. "God damn! How much cum does his balls is storing?" Anna asks. "Apparently... A gallon..." Bella responded. "I think that we have a winner!" Anna said. "Totally." Logan said. When they got back to Michael, each of them congratulated him for his performance. After that, they all started to drink again and again, until they got fucked up. It was 2AM. It was the time when they decided that was the perfect time to leave. After exiting the club, Lucas told everyone that this night was a good one and wishes for more. And then he told them that they should be a squad and be like a family. At that moment, everyone agreed with Lucas. They exchanged phone numbers with themselves and then Lucas called for a taxi to take him home. He asked if everyone will come but Michael said that his house if pretty close so he can make it. Hearing that Yukino and Anna wanted to say if they could come to him but Bella was faster to ask. Michael said that is no problem and they started to walk. Anna, Yukino and Logan got together in the taxi with Lucas and left. Bella didn't knew what to do at his house but she knew for a reason why she said it and that is because if she hadn't said it then Anna would ask and then she will do him and Bella didn't wanted that. Not long after they left the club, Michael and Bella arrived at his place. She found out that he was staying at an apartment but when she got inside it, that wasn't just an apartment. It was more like a condo. "Oh my god! Is this your place?" Bella surprised said. "Yeah." Michael responded. "That's soooo big. Oh, are your parents home?" "No. They are out of the country, working." "Aaaa. I see. So.....umm, where can I sleep?" Bella asks. "Oh, well you can sleep in the guests room. Is right over there." "Aah...well I was wondering if I could sleep in the same room as you. Well...if this doesn't bother you." Bella said with a soft voice. "Umm...sure. Why not. Let's go then." "Thanks..." Bella said smiling. "So this is my room. And there is the bathroom, if you want to take a shower." "No...I'm good. I'm kind of sleepy." Bella said. "Yeah...me too. I just want to sleep." He said taking his clothes off, leaving only his boxers. Bella had to change too so Michael have her one of his shirts and told her that she can sleep in that one. So Bella took all of her clothes without her panties and put his shirt on her then got in the bed with Michael. Bella was so excited to sleep with him that without noticing, she got wet. The girl waited until Michael fell asleep and then she put her left hand on his body. Bella started to slide it all over him and found out that he was ripped. Then the only thing that she desired the most in that moment ran through her head like crazy. She took a deep breath and then slid her hand to his junk. When she touched it Bella had the surprise to find it hard like a rock. Then she got more exited and started to kiss his neck while massaging his hard penis. [Oh my fucking god!!! I feel like I'm losing it. I can't stop....I know is wrong and I don't what him to find me like this but I can help it! I want it so bad!] The girl began to went closer to his mouth with the kisses. Then she pulled his dick out and went to stroke it faster while kissing his lips. Not long after that she felt how Michael put his hands on her and put her on top of him. She got scared but in that time just one thing was in her mind, 'Fuck it!'. They start to make out while Bella started to rub his cock with her pussy. Her moans were strong and erotic. Between them the only thing that she told Michael was 'sorry'. They continued kissing until they fell asleep. On the next day, Michael woke up alone in the bed. On his left side there was a note from Bella saying that she is thanking him from the bottom of her heart for letting her crash at his place. While reading that, Michael tried to remember what happened after he brought Bella to his place. He tried to remember but couldn't, his hear was now hurting like hell and he decided to take a long nap until lunch time. The rest of the day went pretty fine for the students at Riverdell, especially for Bella. She remembered all that happened on that night and every time she thinks about it she blushes instantly. Later on that day, Michael gets back to his dorm where there he take another nap until the night came upon him. He was woken up by his phone who was ringing like crazy. When he looked at it he saw that were messages that he got on that site that Lexi showed him. Those messages where from a girl named Daisy who told Michael that she saw the video with the pool party and that she wants to meet him for a quickie. The boy wasn't so sure about this but instead of going back to sleep Michael thought that is for the best to go out to meet her. They agreed to meet up at the entrance of the forest and when they met there, Michael and Daisy went inside. "So why you wanted to do it here?" Michael asks. "Because I never done it here before. It makes me feel horny." Daisy said. "And just a quickie huh?" "Yeah. Oh, look! Right here. I'm gonna bend over that tree and you are going to do be from behind. Okay?" The girl said. "Yeah sure." Michael responded. After Daisy bent over Michael lifted her skirt, which saw that she didn't had any panties on her. Then she lifted her T-shirt and took off her bra. Michael then starts to touch her boobs with his left hand while with the other he tried to get his pants down. After that he focused on her ass. It was so juicy and good that he couldn't believe it. He jerked himself a little and when it got hard the boy put it inside Daisy. "Oh.....wow...this is really big!" Daisy said surprised. "Damn. Your pussy is tight and so good. And this ass.....god is so big and firm." "Glad you like it." With excitement, Michael grabs Daisy's ass and then began to push his junk deeper in her pussy. Then he started to move back and forth his hips faster. "Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh! Michael!!!! Your dick is soooo good!! Can't believe it!! So wonderful!!! The girl had her mind blown away by the moves that Michael had. He proceed to slap her ass and every slap that he had given the girl it was making her push her pussy to Michael to make his dick go deeper inside her. "You like that. Don't you?" Michael said. "Uuuuuhhhhh!!! Fuck hell! You have a god-like dick, Michael. I love it!" "I can say that about your ass too, Daisy. God damn! Your ass is so slutty!" Michael kept drilling her pussy until she made her orgasm. After that he continued to do her until he reached his orgasm and when he got there he made it sure to finish on her ass. All the way back to his dorm Michael thought that he can do that sort of thing with almost every girl from the university, only if he was using that site that Lexi gave him. Just when he got in front of his dorm, from it, Bella was exiting it. Michael was surprised to see Bella at that hour and wondered what she was there. "Oh, hey Michael!" Bella said smiling. "Bella, hey. What are you doing here?" Michael asks. "I was looking for you exactly. Can we go to your room?" "Umm...yeah, sure." They went inside. When Michael and Bella arrived there, she asked him to pull down his pants. Michael got shy right away but he didn't knew why. Just hearing that thing from Bella who was the student council president made him feel kind of into it. After pulling his pants down, Bella looked at his junk and noticed that he haven't shaved his pubes. "Hmmm...you need to shave your pubes." "Oh, yeah. I was going to do that later." Michael said kind of embarrassed. "I can help you. Come on, let's go in the bathroom." Bella said. "Huh? What? Are you sure...?" "Yeah, come on. Get in there." In the bathroom, Bella put Michael to take all of his clothes and get in the shower. Then Bella took the shaving cream, a razor and got on her knees. She poured the shaving cream on the area where his pubes were and then she began to shave them. Luckily for her, Michael had his junk rock hard so it was super easy for her to shave it. The girl was doing it slowly and very carefully. It almost made Michael blush. "What is it?" Bella asks. "Oh!...umm...nothing. Is just....you are so careful with that." "Well that's because I don't want to cut you with it." Bella said serious. "Yeah...but still...." "Come to think of, Michael. I was thinking of numerous things on how a boy can trust a girl. And now this came to my mind. Do you deeply trust me with this? Letting me do it?" "Well...you kinda insisted." "But you didn't said no. You just let me do it. So....do you trust me?" Bella said with a soft voice. "Yes, Bella. I trust you." "I-I'm glad to hear that, Michael. It makes me happy. Uuumm.....about last night...when I crashed at your place. Did you remember what we did there?" "Not very much. What? Did we do something bad?" Michael said curious. "No...umm...well...we...." "Kissed?" When Bella heard that he quickly looked at Michael surprised. "Did do thought that I wouldn't remember that." Michael said smiling then he grabbed Bella and lift her up. "I know what we did then." He continued then he grabbed her neck softly and kissed her lips. Bella remained speechless and started to blush. "Michael....I...." "Shut up!" He said then continued to kiss her. "Oh my god...is it me? Or it got really hot in here?" Bella said looking left an right. Michael grabbed Bella's waist with his right hand while his left one slit it to her cheek. Then he proceeded for another kiss. "You're to close....too close...!" Bella said having her face red. After Michael kissed her again Bella lost her mind and punched Michael in the stomach then headed towards the door to leave. On her way out Bella said that she is terribly sorry for that punch and then left. The girl ran back to her dorm with her face red looking like a rose. Michael didn't knew what happened with Bella but also he didn't knew what was in his head that made him want to kiss Bella so many times. There were many question that the boy had but decided to not focus on them anymore because it may be not so important to know the answer for. After that, Michael goes back to bed freshly shaved but thinking hard about Bella. In the end, he ended up falling asleep while having a erotic dream about her. Mixed-feeling trip  PART 1 The next days went as usual as they should be at Riverdell. Michael tried to attend to all of his courses then after he went to met with Lucas and Logan. Almost in every day he met Anna to have sex and with Yukino too, after he was done with Anna. Although, because of what happened last time with Bella, she hadn't talked with him that much or to met with him all alone. She tried to avoid him a little because Bella didn't knew how to react or what to do if Michael tried to kiss her again. She accepted the fact that Anna was his best friend and that possibly they fucked for a few times. At the end of the October, the University has planned a trip over to Shimogamo Jinja in Japan, where Michael and his squad were all going along with other students. The professor who was in charge of it was Aniha Miju, specialized in old and modern literature. On that trip Michael wanted to relax and have a good time but Lucas had other plans. He wanted that in this trip to be the best experience that Michael could ever experience in his life. But he was thinking about Bella to not upset her by putting Michael have sex with other girls. Although, on these days he saw that Bella didn't reacted at all like that time when they were at the club so he thought that it was all good now. On this day the trip was scheduled to be. The leaving was at 2PM. All the students that were going began to prepare their luggage this morning. This wasn't like that for Juliet who was at the security chief's office with the chief...well....on top of him. The man was having his left hand on her exposed boobs waiting for Juliet to put his raging boner inside her. "Hmmm....It was so nice that you came here miss Juliet." The man said. "Uuuh...I couldn't help myself to wait any longer to see your extraordinary big dick, mister." Juliet said smiling. "Then hop on it, dear. Let's see if it suits you." He said grabbing her hips and placed his cock deep inside her pussy. "Oh my!!! My pussy is filled with your big cock now. Mmmmm....so big." Juliet said while moaning. "Humpf humpf. Well girls like you need a dick like this, my dear. Not those from the soft boys that I see everyday at this place." "Uuuuh! You are so right!" They did it like that for a few minutes then they decided move on to the mattress that was in the room. The man laid on the mattress while Juliet got on top of him, ready to perform the 69 position. The girl took of her skirt and then she started to stroke his manhood. "Oh fuck...this looks bigger now that I am closer to it." Juliet said surprised. "Start sucking it, dear. I want your mouth on it." The man said while licking her pussy. "Okay than. I'm putting it." Juliet's mouth could barely fit his dick but managed to get it all inside her mouth. Then she grabbed his balls and began to play with them while sucking his junk. The two of them continued to perform this position until she made the man reach his climax and ejaculate. After that, Juliet exit the room with a smile of her face but not after thanking the man for the great time that he offered her. After the girl gets out the room right on the corner there was Lexi waiting for her. "So...how did it go?" Lexi said. "The sex was good but the information that you wanted to know....not so good. On none of the cameras that where around the campus there wasn't even a second of your ex recorded. Meaning that he wasn't in Riverdell when it happened." "I see...." Lexi said disappointed. "I'm sorry Lexi. I looked around them the best I could and tried to extract as much info as I could from that man but nothing good." Juliet said. "No worry. Thank you for helping me though." "Don't mention it. Anytime girl." Juliet said smiling then hugged Lexi. There was another day without any luck for Lexi who was trying to find out how her boyfriend got killed. Even though, she decided to not give up now.   In this morning, Michael decided to go publish some of his works. He went at the library with a flash drive that had his works there and when Micky asked for the one that was in charge with this he found out that that person isn't here so he had to go to Bella who is covering for her. When he found out Micky got a little embarrassed because he didn't knew what Bella will say after she sees what he writes about. It took some minutes for Micky to man up and go at her. She was staying at a desk in the library, reading. "Um..hey, Bella?" "Huh? Micky? Hey! What are you doing here?" She asked happy. "Well, I've come to publish a book. Some books." He said. "Okay. Let's see what you have." "Here. They're on this flash drive. It has the covers too." "Uh, okay then. Let's see." Bella started to look at the drafts of the books and in that whole time she didn't said anything. It made Micky to worry a little but he kept a calm look. After some time he sees how Bella is blushing, softly biting her fingernail. Then the girl gasped. "Oh my god!" "What's wrong?" "I just figured out that this is the continuation of a book that I read several days earlier. Goodness! You are Micky J.? He's my favorite writer!" Bella said excited. "You read erotica?" Micky asks. "Um..yeah." She answers softly. "Wow. I never thought that the first fan for me to see was going to be so.....beautiful." Micky said and made Bella blush more. "A-Anyway! I'm going to get this to the publishers and when it's ready you'll be notified. Right. First, we start with ten book. If they sell out fast then the publishers will make more. Okay?" "Yeah. It sounds good." The boy said. "O-Okay. Well, I will be going. Talk to you later." "Ok, sure." Michael didn't knew how to feel about meeting a fan, not to say that it was Bella. He was super curious about how she would act now knowing that he is her favorite writer.   Fast forward a few hours, the students that were going to Shimogamo gathered in the parking lot next to the dorms. There were two busses waiting to leave. Michael's squad didn't made it in time to sit closer to each other so Lucas and Logan were staying in the middle, Michael and Yukino were staying in the back and Anna remained to stay with Bella in the front and that was because Bella was late. At first, Michael talked with Anna to stay with him but she told him that she needs to have a discussion with Bella. So when Bella came and saw that she had to stay with Anna she started to get anxious. After everyone got inside the busses, they went off to Japan. Yukino and Michael began to touch each other secretly while Lucas and Logan began to create a plan to get some kisses from a certain girl. Anna was seating at the window and Bella was on the side. Anna looked for some time at the window then she moved her gaze to Bella while she was going to put on her earphones. "Does he know?" Anna asks. "Huh? What are you saying?" Bella said confused. "Micky...does he know that you like him?" [Micky!!!!! You already gave him a nickname????] At that moment Bella's face instantly turned red and felt like her all world turned upside down. "I....I.....Aaaaa...." Anna smiled at the incapability of Bella to tell something straight. "It wasn't hard to notice at all. I saw it on that day when we were at the club. You have a big crush on him. Right?" Anna said. "I-I don't know what are you saying..." Bella said with a soft but trembled voice. "Stop being in this phase of negation and accept it. To be honest, I'm amazed that you found out someone to like. Since you didn't ever had a boyfriend at all." "Are.....are the two of you together?" Bella asked shyly. "No. We are best friends but friends with benefits too." [I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!] "Aha....I see." Bella responded. At that time Bella was feeling so bad that she wanted to scream and cry at the same time. Her heart was beating like crazy. "I'm curious about one thing, Bella. Why you have a crush on him? Or for how long?" Anna asks. "I.....I don't know...." Bella responded. "Have you known him before?" When Bella heard that she stopped being anxious and looked straight at Anna with some serious eyes. "I should have know it...huh," Anna said smiling. "When?" "No.....I don't trust you....." Bella said looking to her right. "Really? Because from my point of view I am the only one that is the closest to Micky and know him better than anyone else. So your only choice is me if you want to be with him. Because you know that he decided to never have a relationship again... So....tell me....I'm waiting." Bella stood a few minutes speechless thinking what to do. She didn't wanted to tell her but at the same time her only hope is Anna. Her heart started to beat faster and she began to feel dizzy. "I-......I........I was the one that comforted him when his first love left him....." When hearing that Anna's look got super serious and got curious about what Bella said. "Did you knew her?" Anna said. "Yeah....she was my childhood friend." Bella responded. "Tell me more, Bella." "Since they got together I started to hang out with them. But after some time I developed feelings for him and when I made up the courage to tell him I found out that she had been cheating him many times. And being in that state I couldn't do anything but to comfort him...." "And don't you think that is strange that since Micky got here he isn't remembering you?" Anna asks. "Yes....." "I tell you why. When he remained alone Micky got into depression. Since he was all alone and his parents were out of the country that made it feel worse. He got hospitalized because of his mental state and that he was doing drugs. After one year he got better but he had forgotten you. Then he started to date again....and again and seeing that he has no chance with it he decided to put an end to it. And...here we are now." Hearing all of what Anna just said made Bella feel so shocked and sorry for Michael. And now that she knows she isn't sure anymore if she can have a chance with him. "Umm.....what are you going to do with the information that I've given you about him?" Bella asked looking down. "Nothing. Obviously that from now on I'm going to help you about this but not until I hear from him that he wants to have a relationship again." Anna said. "Why you want to help me?" Bella asked. "Because I see it in your eyes that you will take care of him very good. Not to say that you are a badass bitch! Micky likes bad girls and I, myself, think that you two will be a perfect fit." "Really?" Bella asked Anna heaving tears in her eyes. Seeing her like that, Anna hugged Bella and kissed her on the head. From that moment on the two of them became best friends. Bella was so happy and excited about it. It put a big smile on her face. On the other side of the bus, Lucas and Logan were ready to start their plan. Both of them began to cough hard which were noticed by almost everyone from the bus. Then Lucas fell down having his hands on his neck. "They're choking!" A girl yelled and ran to Lucas. Another girl rat to Logan who also had his hands on his neck. Logan grabbed the girl and with a slight voice said: "......C......P.......R....ahhhh" The same thing Lucas said too. Now everyone was worried from the bus, especially the boy's friends. Both girls that were at Lucas and Logan began to perform CPR to them and after a few seconds the boys told the girls that they feel better now. "Huuuh...thank you so much. You saved my live." Lucas said to the girl. "Thank you a lot. Without your help I might be dead now." Logan said to the other girl. Michael ran to his friends worried and asked them what happened. After the girls got back at their seats Lucas looked straight into Michael's eyes happy. "Michael.......success!" Lucas said with a soft voice. "Lucas....don't tell me you..." Logan approved Lucas by showing the "okay" sign to Michael then he understand that these two were up to. Anna and Bella who were on the other side were looking at them and understood from the start what was happening. "These two idiots.....I can't believe them." Anna said disgusted. "Have to admit, that was a good plan." Bella said. "But still...." Anna continued. After everyone calmed down, the students continued to enjoy the ride until they got to the destination. When they finally arrived, it was like a relief. The six-hour ride made the students feel pretty tired after all. Overall, they were happy that they arrived at least. Each of them, after taking their luggage, they proceed to go to the hotel where they are booked. There, Michael had the unpleasant surprise that he will stay alone in his room because there where no one that could pair up with him. Anna and Yukino tried to convince the teacher to let one of them to stay with him but she refused, saying that she know what it will happen if she will ever agreed to that. Very surprised and kind of annoyed, Michael went to his room to unpack his luggage. His room was quite nice and had a look to make you feel that you were almost living in a cabin deep inside the woods. After he arranged all of his things Anna and Yukino visited him. "What are you two doing here?" Michael asked. "Well, we came to see you...and your room." Anna said. "Yeah, and we thought of you would like to come a little in our room." Yukino said with a shy voice. "You two are staying together? What about Bella?" "Oh, well she got paired with one of hers classmates." Anna responded. "Ahh, I see. Okay then. I just finished unpacking so I guess I need a little break." Yukino took Michael by the hand and went with him to her and Anna's room. This room was very Japanese style, just like the rest of them at the first floor. "Wow. Your room sure is nice." Michael said. "I know right?" Yukino said smiling. "The teacher said that she wanted all the girls to stay at the first floor, to make it only for girls but some of them got to be at your floor or another." Anna said. "Ahaa. I see." Michael said laying down on Yukino's bed. "Wow. This feels so good!" "Right! And its strong too!" Yukino said getting on top of Michael and began to ride him. "See?" "Oh. You're right!" Seeing himself in this situation, Michael couldn't help but to think at something dirty now that Yukino was on him. He slowly placed his hands on Yukino's hips while she continued to slowly ride him. "I'm going to the bathroom real quick. When I come back, I want you guys to get more comfortable." Anna said after she came to Michael and Yukino and kissed Yukino on the lips. After that, Yukino began to make out with Michael while she felt how his junk was getting bigger and bigger. Then she took off her T-shirt and bra. "Oh my god. Is this for real? I mean...I'm really gonna have sex with both of you?" Michael asked surprised. "Well you didn't think that we aren't going to take advantage of this trips to have sex with you?" Yukino said licking her lips. "Damn you are so hot when you do that." He put his hands on her boobs and started to squeeze them hard. Then Anna came from the bathroom completely naked. "Oh guys...I thought that you already got naked." Anna said disappointed. "We can do that now, no problem. Come here." Michael said. Anna comes in the bed and began to make out with Michael. Yukino gets down to take the rest of her clothes off then proceeded to take Michael's jeans off. She could see how big his junk got through his boxers and Yukino began to caress it slowly. Anna stopped from kissing him and looked at his boner then she smiles. "Who do you want to taste first?" Anna asked Michael. "Umm....fuck. I never thought that this will be so hard to answer. I....I'll take you first Anna." "Very well then." Anna said then turned at sat on his face. Seeing this beautiful pussy close to him, Michael immediately started to lick it. While on the other side, Anna and Yukino were stroking his cock. "Ah! He's definitely hungry on how he's eating my pussy now." Anna said giggling. "I don't know with what to start..." Yukino confused said. "Start with the balls first, dear. I'll handle the tip and its shaft." Anna said. Michael was kissing Anna's pussy like it was the first time. His tongue was going all around her labia and her vaginal opening. When he started to lick the clit, he felt how much Anna got wet. This was a blat for him. Feeling how your junk is being sucked by two girls is the best feeling for a man. On the other side, Yukino had his balls in her mouth, sucking them with love while Anna was sucking his cock hard. Yukino got a little jealous seeing how much is Anna sucking that cock so she took it from her mouth and put it in hers. They soon changed the positions, it was Yukino's turn to be tasted by Michael. When Anna got up her pussy was soaked and when Yukino saw that she stopped Anna a little and put her mouth on Anna's pussy to suck it. After that, Yukino sat on Michael's face and continued to suck his dick while it was Anna's turn to suck his balls. "Oh my god, Yukino! I can't believe it. You show us that you are so fragile but after seeing how you kissed my pussy you really are a kinky one." Anna said smiling. "Why to act shy if sex is the best way to connect with people." Yukino said and winked at Anna. "Aah...you're so right." Anna said then began to kiss Yukino. While looking at her, Anna sees how one of Michael's hand got on Yukino's head and pushed it to his dick. Seeing that, Anna smiled and covered her mouth. "Oh my my. Looks like someone wants his dick to be pleased more." Anna said excited. At one moment Michael stood up and put the girls to face each other while his dick was between them. Then he put them to lick his cock slowly while looking at it. Both Anna and Yukino felt how much they enjoyed to do whatever Michael was telling them to do. They lower their heads a little and each of them took a testicle to suck it while Michael was jerking his dick. Then he put them to kiss each other and in the middle of their kiss he pushed his cock between their mouths and began to fuck them. It that moment, the girls were feeling very close one to another and grabbed each other hands. "Ohhh fuck. You girls are the best. Now both of you stay close to each other like two little good girls cause I want to cum on your faces." Anna and Yukino did what he told them and waited for his cum to land on their pretty faces. Not long enough, the boy came and he witnessed how from second to second the girls faces where getting white because of how much cum he was getting out from his junk. "Holy shit....I came so fucking much." Michael said surprised. "Oh my! The smell of this cum is making me faint out of pleasure!" Yukino yelled. "Damn, Micky! You came so much on us. And oooh fuck...your cum its so delicious. Try it Yukino!" Anna said. "You're right. This cum is so tasty. I can take it anytime." Yukino said happily. "Now...what we going to do?" Anna asked while looking at Michael. "What do you think? I'm gonna fuck both of you until I can't move at all." "I like the sound of that!" Yukino said. "Me too. I would like to get that big dick inside me." Anna said winking at Michael. The three of them began to fuck really hard. It was almost that it was their last day to live and used it to fuck each other as hard as they could. Overall, all of them had the best time of their life doing it but after they were done, they could barely move at all. For Michael it was easy because he didn't had plans but that wasn't the case for Anna and Yukino. They had to met Bella and go to a hot spring together and didn't knew how they could possibly move after what had happened earlier. The girls took five minutes to relax and then they started to walk slowly to the hot spring. They told Michael that he can crash in their room if he doesn't want to sleep alone in his room this night. So the boy stayed at their room and immediately fallen asleep. They were late but Anna and Yukino managed somehow go get to the hot spring. The hot spring was right across the street of where the hotel was so it was easy to get there. When arriving there, Anna and Yukino were asked by Bella why it took them so long to come and the girls told her that they had much stuff in their luggage to unpack so that's why they were late. At the hot spring there was another girl from Bella's class who came to the hot spring with Bella. After getting inside the hot spring, the girls got naked and went inside the hot water. Anna and Yukino felt a big relief after getting inside. They felt like a big rock was removed from their chest. "Jeez. I feel so much better now that we are inside the water." Anna said. "Yeah. We really are this tired huh?" Yukino asks. "Yeah. I just can't believe how much Michael fucked the two of us." Anna whispered. "Did you say something about Michael?" Bella asked Anna. "Huh!? What? Aaaaah! Yeah. I just can't believe how much Michael is sleeping. He he.. I texted him a few minutes ago and he didn't texted me back. Apparently, he is sleeping. Heheheee." "Mmmmmm." Anna didn't wanted to tell Bella what he just recently did with Michael. Even tho she said that she will help Bella, still, Anna thinks that is for the best that she doesn't have to know when the two of them have sex. Not to say that it was with Yukino too this time. So there was Anna, Yukino, Bella and Casie, relaxing at the hot spring. All of them were naked and enjoining the hotness that was coming from the water that they were in. "Pfffuuuuuu! This feels so good!" Bella said. "So all of you are friends with the new transfer student, Michael?" Casie asked. "Yeah. He's been a little shy at first but when you got to know him you find that he is a great person." Yukino said. "I bet that. He's been at Riverdell for a few weeks and now rumours about him being a sex god began to spread around the faculty. I'd be stupid not to say that he looked at me once or twice." Yukino looked quite confused at Casie. Because she thought that Casie is totally not a girl that Michael would want to fuck. She had small breast and an average booty, Michael wouldn't waste his dick for Casie. Anna was looking quite angry at Casie, knowing that Casie was just talking nonsense. She knows every girl that Micky had sex with since she became his best friend and not a single word about Casie didn't heard in those times where they would be talking about the girls at Riverdell. "Hmm..who knows." Anna said. "What do you mean? You saying that Michael wouldn't want to have this marvelous body of mine? Huh." Casie said proudly. All this time Bella was enjoying herself too much than to hear what Casie was saying about Michael. Although Anna wanted to cut Casie down by telling her what Michael wants and don't but that means she would make Bella feel awkward and angry. So she kept herself calm and stopped from talking with Casie. After an two hours spent in the hot spring, the girls were ready to go back to their rooms and sleep. Anna and Yukino arrived at their room pretty fast knowing how much it took them to come to the hot spring. Apparently, the hot water made the tiredness fade away. After they got back to their room and see that Michael is sleeping on their bed, the girls didn't bothered to get clothes on them and joined him as they were, naked. Bella happily got back to her room where her roommate, Willow was waiting her. Bella was wearing a cute pink yukata when she got back which made her look very beautiful. The two girls made some tea and then started to have fun by making shadow figures on the wall. "Oh my god. This is so fun Willow." Bella said. "Yeah! Look at yourself. Your bird is a success." Willow excited said. "Thanks. But...what are you doing?" "Oh, this. This is something that remained me of Michael, the new transferred student." Willow said blushing. "And what it is?" "What I'm doing with my right hand is my booty and with my left hand is his huge bazooka. And it goes like this.: Ah! Ah! Ah!" "Huuuuuh!!!??? Willloooooowww!!!!!" "Hehehee!" "Did....did you two do it?" Bella shocked asked. "Hmm? Oooh...I wonder...." Willow said thinking to other things. "What do you mean I wonder??? Heyyy!!! Get a hold of your self! Willow! Willowww!!????" Bella yelled while shaking Willow. It took some time for Bella to find the truth from Willow. Apparently, she was only dreaming on having sex with Michael and when she heard that, Bella was relieved. Truth be told, Bella was quite scared of what Willow said that it made not know what to do. To beat her to death or to leave it behind. Bella is now happy that all this was a misunderstanding but still she found out how much she wanted to be with him. It would be hard keep herself calm in this kind of situations.   PART 2 It was morning. Micky woke up and find himself between Anna and Yukino who were completely naked sleeping. He looks down and see that both of them had their hands on his junk who was rock solid. Before he get out to go to his room, Micky wanted to have a little fun with them so he took his phone and snapped some pictures of the girls and some of Yukino when he had his junk inside her. The girls were sleeping hard so Micky decided to leave them a little present in the morning. He brought the girls closer to each other and then he jerked his junk until he ejaculated on their faces. The boy knew that doing this could possibly make them mad but he wanted to see how would they react to it. When he got out, on his way to the room Micky thought to go to the public showers that were in the hotel. That because it was closer to him that to go to his room. After he got there he proceeded to enter but there he saw a beautiful girl exiting the shower. The girl was naked. She had extraordinarily marvelous brown eyes, but she was naked; brown long hair, but she was naked; a great body, but she was naked! In that moment Michael felt like he was in some cliche TV series or anime where he goes in the wrong bathroom and sees a naked girl which then he is slapped because he looked at her. But this time something was different. The bathroom was the right one, and the girl didn't slapped him. More like, she looked at him, because he was also naked. The first thing that this girl did when she saw him was to look at his junk and then smiled a little. So this isn't cliche. "Uhh...certainly you got the wrong shower." Michael said. "Yeah. I must have. Hehee. Silly me." The girl said. The girl continued to dry her hair while Michael was staying there in shock of what was happening. "Umm..are you going to stay here?" Michael asks. "Ah don't mind me. Or do you want me to go in the shower with you?" "Ah no...I..." "Okay then. Let's go." The girl said then grabbed him by his cock and get inside the shower. After getting inside, the girl turned on the water, grabbed some shampoo and began to wash Michael's dick. The boy was in shock! Not even in dreams this could happen. "What the fuck is going on here?" Michael said. "I'm giving you a hand." The girl said. "And you immediately started with my dick?" "Well yeah. It's the most important...not to say that I'm impressed how big it is. I bet you can have every girl by showing this to them." "Fuuuuck...this got so weird." As weird as Michael said it got, the boy started to like how this girl is caressing his junk. He began to moan and when the girl heard that she started to do it more. Nothing happened after all. They just teased each other but that just might have been the cupid's work after what happened in there. Michael got to learn her name, Maya. Him and Maya planned to meet again but later. After he got in his room he received a text from Anna which said `{We love you!}`. Apparently, Anna and Yukino liked very much the little present that Micky gave them. He wasn't expecting this but now he learns that these two girls might be the best human being in the word. Later on, all the students went to Shimogamo Jinja temple from Kyoto. The temple was huge and because of it, Anna and Yukino created an inside joke. Every time one of them said something about being huge the other one had to say 'just like Michael's'. With that, Anna and Yukino had a blast while visiting the temple. When Micky arrived at the temple he searched for Maya and when he found her they got separated from the group and went into the forest that was near the temple. They saw a river and they decided to take a break there. The two of them began to kiss and touch each other just like they were a couple. Both of them thought that this is love at first sight giving the circumstances of how they met. "Wow. I never thought that it would be so hot today." Maya said. "Then take off your clothes." Michael responded. "Hold on. Babe! Someone might be here." "So?" Michael said. "Hmm...kinky. As much as I love it let's hold on until tonight." "Fiiine." Michael said. "Come on. Let's go there." Meanwhile, Bella, Lucas and Logan were looking for Michael because he was no longer in the group. So they went into the forest near the temple to look for him. "Huuuh...what a drag. How could Michael get lost so easily." Logan said. As they walked further more, Lucas sees Michae, but he sees him with a girl. In that moment Lucas understood what was happening. "Yes. I got it." Lucas mumbled. "What you said, Lucas?" Bella said. "Heh? Ah nothing nothing." He let Bella walk further and then he brought Logan to him. "Logan. We, as Michael's best bros, have an ultimate duty to fulfill." "What are you saying there?" "Look! Over there. Over there Michael is with a beautiful girl working hard to get into her panties and us...US! His bros, have the duty to not let Bella find him." "I see. Then, let us begin." Logan said. "Yes!" Lucas and Logan started to give Bella wrong directions and for ten minutes they walked in circle. Lucas was so determined that he pretended to have seen Michael just to make Bella not go further more into the forest. It has been one hour since then. "I don't get it. You sure you seen him there?" Bella asks. "Yes! I could bet my life on it." "Oh...damn it. We've been here before. You two are idiots. Let's go back to the temple and I'll call him on the phone. Lucas, very proud, agreed with Bella to go back to the temple. When they got back, she sees Michael being with Anna and Yukino. " Where you've been? I was searching for you" Bella said. "With us." Yukino said. Lucas looked at Michael and winks at him. The boy got a unpleasant shiver when he saw Lucas wink at him. * * * * * * Night came upon Kyoto. It was a night to remember, this night. It was like a pitch-black curtain draped over the sky, and the twisted, warped shapes that the starts made against the blackness was making you think that you'll never forget this moment. Michael was at Maya's room. Her roommate was in an other room, to one of her classmates. They were all alone. Maya was staying in the bed, naked, looking at the starts while Michael was taking off his clothes. "Hmm..the canopy of luminous starts are mesmerizing amongst the ocean of blackness." Maya said. "Huh? Aah, I see. Some of them were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but they are seen by us." Michael said with a soft voice looking at Maya. Her beautiful smile was hypnotising. As if her smile was a trap and Michael the prey. For both of them this didn't was something with no meaning. For them, this was a very intimate moment. It's hard to believe it thinking that these two aren't even together but there are some times where two strangers, in one day, feel like they were together for a life time. "I like your dick. It's nice and huge." Maya said smiling to Michael. "I wonder about one thing. What can you girls like about dicks?" "Well, there's the head, the shape of it. Its shaft, if its big or small, thick or skinny. Depends if you have veins on it or not. And some other things." "For real? You girls really pay attention to that?" Michael surprised asks. "Of course. If you put it inside us and make us feel better that doesn't mean we consider it beautiful. There are dicks that are huge but ugly and dicks that are small but very beautiful." "You might be the only one that I heard say thins kind of thing. Especially about small cocks." "They are dicks too. I had times when I sucked a small cock and I loved it. Because it was looking nice and I could that the owner took care of it like trim his pubes, washed it and all sort of things." Maya said. "And what do you like about my cock?" Michael asks. "Come here. Well, I like the color of the head. It's the same color you have on your lips. It's a thing that many girls could use it in their advantage. I like your balls and how hard they feel, the veins you have here and here. Just touching them makes me feel aroused. And I like the fact that you like of having this intimate area completely hairless." "Damn. That's a lot." Michael said. "Yes. Now...would you let me suck on it? I've been stroking for a fee seconds and I got horny." Maya said with a soft voice. "Yeah, sure. Go ahead." The girl put his junk inside her mouth and began to suck it dry. While sucking, her right hand was on his balls, massaging them slowly. Michael had a perfect view, looking at a girl so beautiful taking care of his cock. "Do you like my mouth? How it's pleasing your dick?" Maya asks. "Hell yeah. I love that thing you do with your mouth, going all around it." "Good to hear that." "Lay on your back, Maya." The girl laid on the bed and saw how Michael was going on top of her. Seeing him like that it gave her shivers. Her grabs her big boobs and then inserts his junk inside her. It went pretty good, giving Michael to think that Maya was having a pretty good sexual life judging by how loose her pussy is. And who could've blame her, her body is marvelous. "Oh my god! It's so deep, babe!" Maya shouts. "Have to say, you have a good pussy." "Aaahh! Oh my god! Ummmm." He moved slow for a few minutes then Micky got into position and began to ram her pussy hard. Maya was moaning loud and had to cover her mouth not to be heard by someone. But it was pretty hard for her, giving the way how Micky was doing her. "Ahhh fuck! Put me in doggy style!" Maya said. Micky did what she asked for and continued. While doing it, the boy grabs her hair and pulled it slowly to him, giving Maya a greater pleasure. "Damn! In every position I'm getting you do something to make me feel better. I'm sure that all the girls you've fucked from Riverdell love you for that." "Haha. I wonder." Micky said. The two of them continued to please themselves until both reached their climax. After that they stood a few minutes to relax. After some time passes, Michael was at the windows, smoking, while Maya was beside him, stroking his dick. "I've never felt this great with someone in my entire life." Maya said. "You were amazing." Micky said. "Thank you, babe." "Tell me, Maya. Have you ever been in love?" "Yes, why?" "And compared with what happened between us, is still better that being in love?" Micky asks. "Yes!" "How so?" "For instance, having sex while being in live is great but doing this type of thing is way greater because you can see how much effort a person can put to give a good impression." Maya said. "So, you're saying that if you have to choose between your first love and me, you'd choose me because I fucked you good this night?" "Yes." "Then how can you say that you were in love with that boy?" "I loved him but I realised that my love is not only for one man but for many." "So, basically you're a slut." Micky said. "That's harsh, but yeah. Kind of." "What do you think would happen if he sees us like this now?" Micky asks. "He would probably beg me to come back yo him. And then I would have told him to sit there and watch me how I suck your dick." Maya said. "For real?!" "I left him many times for many beautiful cocks." "For fuck sake. How did you broke up?" "I started to tell him that I want to have a threesome but with another boy. Then I told him that I want him to only watch me have sex with him. And put the other boy to disgrace me in front of him and cum all over my face." "And you liked it?" "Yeah. I liked how angry he got." Maya said. "I don't know what to say. Either you are a complete stupid or you did exactly what you liked and didn't cared about anything." "You can say everything. I admit that sometimes I act like a stupid whore but this is what makes me feel pleasure." "So..I guess that the two of us can't be together....." Micky said a little disappointed. "I would love to be together with you. But you'd have to agree the fact that I would have sex with other guys too, even if I love you." "I see. Then you'd have to agree with me beating you every time I see you with another one in the bed." "You'd to that to me?" Maya asks. "Yes. And I wouldn't have mercy." "I'd still love you if you did that." "How so?" Micky asked. "Because you'd show me how much you love me by doing that thing." "Damn...you can be stupid sometimes." "Are you ready to cum, babe?" "Yeah, get down." Micky said. "Good. I want this time all of your precious cum on my face." Maya said smiling. This was a harsh thing that Micky just learned. Knowing that those people exists, make him sick. He couldn't believe it that he feel in love with such a girl, it might be just for the moment but this was like a broken hope for Micky. After he was done with Maya he left and went to walk outside a little. Meanwhile, Lucas and Logan at a blast at the hotel. They talked with some girls who wanted to have fun and told them to come by their room. There they smoked marijuana, took shots of alcohol and began to feel good with one another. "Aaah! Take me! I'm so wet." "No! Take me. I can manage that type of dick!"       "No, take me. I'm fully prepared for those dicks. The boys took advantage of the fact that the girls where high and horny so they rammed their pussies until none of them could move any more. First, they wanted to call Micky to come too but he told the boys that he had some business to do at that time. Now Micky wished that he could've went to Lucas and Logan that to have sex with Maya. After he walked for a few minutes he called Anna and asked her to come outside the hotel to talk with him a little. Anna shows immediately and because it was on such short notice she could dress so she was wearing a pair of white short shorts and a large white see-through T-shirt. "For what you called me here at this hour, Micky?" Anna asks. "Come with me. I want to talk with you a little." "What happened. You look pretty sad." "Is about a girl I met today. Her name is Maya. We met in the morning while I was going to take a shower and we both felt that it was love at first sight. But then, I found out that she is nothing but a stupid slut, liking to have attention from every boy, and please every boy." "Oh...damn it, Micky. How did you fell for such a girl?" "I don't know. At first, she seemed so nice and cute but who could know that deep inside she is a desperate girl for everyone's attention. And when I heard how she cheated on her first love, I wanted to beat her up." "Some people are just like her, Micky. You just have to accept that and be careful with the next one. You'll have to analyze her from head to toes, every inch of bad thing that could trigger you think that she isn't the one for you." "Yeah, but why? You aren't like that. Yukino isn't like that and I bet Bella too." "The three of us are different people, Micky. See, this is what Riverdell makes you be. You can't have a good relationship while you attend this university. There are rare cases where there are good ones but most of them fail or turn into swingers. This is good but bad at the same time." Maya said while tapping Micky on the shoulder. "So what you'd suggest me to do?" "Keep calm and don't let this broke you. Is just a stupid whore. Not the love of your life. Hmm, correction, not your soul mate." "I see...." "Hey, snap out of it. Come on. We are here, all alone. I bet no one is here at this hour, in the forest where we ended up walking. So, want me to give you a loving blowjob? It comes from your best friend so you'll have to get better after this." Maya said smirking. "It sounds good. But I want more than that." "More? You want to do it right here?" Hmm. Truth be told, you kinda made me want that too now. Let's see....I saw earlier a cabin but we have to walk more. I bet it's abandoned so let's go there and get me fucked up really hard." "Jeez, I love that sometimes you tell me to do that to you." Micky said smiling. "What can I do? You made me say it. Let's go." The two of them went further into the forest and find the cabin. Like Anna said, it was abandoned. It belonged to the hotel which have the hot spring in that area but they didn't knew what to do with the cabin so they let it there to rotten. When they got there Anna immediately took of her clothes and began to make out with Micky. When he got hard he took his clothes off too. Then the girl put Micky down on the floor and got on top of him. "Aaahhh. It feels so good to sit on this beautiful cock again. Now let me ride you a little." Maya said. She started to move her hips slow but Anna was interrupted by Micky who grabbed her thighs and began to ram her pussy hard. "Aaahhh! My god, Micky! Yes! Yeees! Right there!! Ohhhh fuuuuuckk, it feels so gooood!!" Micky was surprised by how marvelous Anna's body looked. Even though Micky seen it many times he still gets surprised by it. "Y-Your abdomen is so sexy, Anna. I think that I'm in love with your body." "Mmhh. I love the way you look at me every time we fuck. I like having your eyes locked at me. It makes me feel wanted. Sure, you can have this body of mine. Use it every time you want, how much you want. Do whatever you what with it, Micky." "This time...this time I want to cum inside you, Anna." Micky said excited. "You can do it." Anna said overwhelmed with pleasure. "Do you have your pills with you?" "Yeah. Don't worry. I will take them as soon as I get in my room. And if I don't have them I'll borrow some from Yukino. We both are prepared for this, dear." "Fuuuck! You two sure are the best girls in the world. Letting me do what I want with your bodies." "You deserve it." Anna said smiling. They changed the position to doggy style. Micky grabbed Anna's hair and pulled it hard towards him while his cock was penetrating her wet pussy. "Damn! This feels amazing. I don't want you to ever pull that dick from there. Aaaahh!! Yes! YES! THAT'S THE SPOT! Keep it like that Micky." "At this rate...Anna...I'm going to cum!" Micky said. "Don't care...Ah! I'm ready for that sweet cum every time." The boy couldn't understand why when Anna is in doggy style it makes him cum rapidly. He thought about it for a while and then came up with an answer. The view that he was having was making him be continuously aroused. In front of him there was Anna's beautiful and big booty that he had his hands on. There it was also her vagina who was penetrated by his cock, that view always made him feel aroused more that it should but because is Anna, it was impossible not to. It's been ten minutes. That was enough time for Micky. When he snapped out from his thinking, in no more than a few seconds he started to cum. But the boy continued to fuck Anna. "I can feel it! Its warmth. Ahhhh! So hot! I can't believe how awesome is to feel how cum is shot inside you while still being fucked! Dammit Micky! You sure know how to have sex with a girl." After there was no more semen to come out, Micky slowly pulled out his junk and when it got out the cum started to pour down from Anna's pussy. He felt exhausted. From a state of sadness to be brought to a state of pleasure, not everyone can do that. Anna turned around and watched with her own eyes how Micky's cum was coming out from her. "Wow....this is so sexy." She said then put her mouth to the boy's cock and began to suck it. "Oh damn. You'll make my legs shake, Anna. Fuck! I can't control them." Micky said. "Hey, I want to know something. Right now...do you feel horny? Even after you came?" "Huh?Umm..yeah. Why?" "Then come here. Come between my legs and lick this fucked pussy by you." She said while pulling him down. The boy didn't knew what to do. He never done this kind of thing. But since it was coming from Anna he felt a little hypnotized by her words. So he got down and began to lick her pussy soaked with his cum. "Ohhhhh yeah!! Right there, Micky!" Right fucking there! Fuck! This is amazing...! How it feels? Eating a pussy who still has cum inside it. This is the first time you tasted your own cum, right? Oh! And tasting it from my pussy makes me feel so special now. Hey, how is it? How is your own taste like? Do you like it? Maybe you'll see now why me and Yukino are so desperate to taste your cum." "It...taste....sweet." "See?! Now you understand. Ah, fuck! Come here and kiss me. I want to taste it too." The two of them passionately kissed for some minutes then they dressed back and proceed to walk back to the hotel. Now that Micky felt better, he decided to let go of what happened with Maya and move on from that. He was glad that he had Anna to help him out. The boy was surprised how did he not fell in love with Anna until now but he figured it out. Her smile, her character, her feelings is what showed him if a girl wants to be together with you or just be your friend. And by how she looks now, Micky sees that Anna is value their friendship more that anything and he respects that. He really needs a best friend like her and it was happy that he got one. "Micky! Can I ask you something?" "Sure. What is it?" "What do you think about Bella?" "Bella? Hmm...she is great. Why?" "No dummy. What is your thoughts..... about Bella?" "My thoughts? Do you mean if I.....-" "Yes." "I don't know. She definitely has what a girlfriend should have. Hmmm..... But I don't know....really." "Tell me this. Is there something that makes you be interested in her?" "Yes." "Good. Then pay more attention to her. Look her closely and you'll see something." "What?" "You'll see." They were close to the hotel and to save up some time Micky and Anna went through the hot spring. At this hour the place was quiet and empty. "Hmm. No one is here. Maybe we could stay a few more minutes and go in the water?" Micky said. "I would definitely need that but we both know that the second we get naked we will start to fuck inside that water." Anna said smiling and blushing. "So?" Anna was shocked and surprised by his response. She was impressed by it and gave Micky a wink. They looked around more and then they see something that caught their interest. "Oh my! Micky! Look there! That isn't... She...that woman is Miss. Miju!! The teacher that is in charge with our trip" Anna said shocked. "No way! What's she..? Oh fuck! She's sucking a dick! She's definitely sucking a dick right now." "Who would've known about this. Damn. She's working on that dick hard. Hmm. But she isn't doing it right. She should've jerked his cock with that hand if she have it there. You couldn't stay with your hand just like that on a dick. Come on!" Micky looked cringing at Anna. "What?" Anna said. "Pervert..." "Mee?!! How can you say that?? Just because I'm interested and search how to please a man, and not any man, you, that does not make me a pervert." Anna said angry. "Beautiful pervert..." "That's more like it." Anna said happy. They were in shock still, seeing that their teacher was sucking a stranger's dick. "Oh my! Micky, look! There's other two." "Damn. Our teacher is straight up hard core." Micky said impressed. "Wow. Getting fucked from behind, jerking off someone while sucking a dick. That sure is something right fucking there." "I'm curious to know how it got here." Micky said. "Yeah, me too." Anna said then slowly touched Micky junk. "Hey. What are you...-?" "Shhht. I'm getting horny." Anna said with a soft voice. "You'll make me horny too." "So? Isn't it great. I'm going to jerk you off while we watch how Miss Miju is getting fucked. So shut up." So Anna unzipped his jeans and pulled out his boner. It gotten hard and now she began to stroke it. They both looked so impressed at Miss Miju having sex. Anna started to sync with the way she was fucked. Is she was fucked fast then she was stroking Micky's dick fast if it was slow then she stroke it slow. "Oh fuuuuck, Anna." "Shhh. Don't moan to loud. Shhh. Just shot a big load and then let's go." "Dammit." Anna was behind Micky who was in his knees. She began to suck the boy's right ear then bit it. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming Anna." "Cum, cum! Cum baby cum." "Aaaaaahhhhhh....." Micky's load came out and was rapidly landing on the bushes, where they were hiding. After that they started to get moving. Apparently, they succeed to get out from the hot spring and were headed to the hotel. Once they get in, they each went on separate ways to their rooms. That sure was a memory to not be forgotten, Micky thought. After he got on his floor, on his way to his room there he saw Bella, walking towards the elevator. The girl was wearing black tight leggings and a black top. "Oh. Micky!" "Bella? What are you doing here?" "I was just at the other room to talk with some girls. What are you doing, at this hour?" Bella asked. "I was outside. Walking." As he was looking at beautiful Bella, Micky remembered what Anna told him about her. The boy thought about it then he grabbed her and puts her against the wall. "Huh? What are you doing, Micky?" Bella said mumbling. "Shut up!" Micky said. "....okay." She said looking down. The boy for closer to her and it looked like he was reaching for a kiss. Bella seeing this starts to blush. "M-Micky..you are to close. Micky." "Close your eyes." "Micky...but." "Close them!" "...okay." Bella was controlled by the boy's words and she couldn't understand why is happening to her. She saw how close he got and at this moment she just wanted to get done with it. But she had her guard down and was surprised when Micky grabbed her neck and began to kiss her hard. Bella tried to escape but stopped. Her head was dizzy, she couldn't control her thinking and her legs started to tremble. After he backed up, the girl immediately ran to the elevator without saying anything. Micky smiled and went to her room. Bella on the other hand stood in the elevator for twenty minutes with a red face, thinking on what happened. She was confused and happy. When Bella got in her room she couldn't stop thinking about how Micky kissed her. And stood awake until morning.    PART 3 This was the last day of the trip. In the last day, the students didn't did something in particular. They just chilled inside their rooms or went outside to walk. Micky's squad were also chilling in Anna's and Yukino's room. Bella couldn't come because she was exhausted and wanted to sleep because she couldn't last night. And because it was super hot outside, the squad decided to spent a few moments inside. Anna and Micky were in Anna's bed, cuddling under a blanket. From time to time Micky's hands went down to Anna's pussy for a few strokes, Yukino and Lucas were on the other bed playing a fighting game on Lucas's laptop and Logan was at the desk, listening to music. It was a pretty boring day for the other students as well. Although, some of them wanted to party so they threw a party on the hotel's pool. They wanted to have fun and then perhaps some sex but this already happened to some from Micky's squad. So they didn't need that at the moment. When the dark night came, everything changed. All the students gathered to the roof of the hotel to party because this was the last day of the trip. Everyone was there dancing, drinking, fooling around. Micky's squad were to the side, looking at the view. "Hmm. These days were awesome for me. How about you guys?" Yukino asked. "Yeah. I felt amazing." Anna said. "I'm never gonna forget those days." Lucas said. "Yeah. It was cool. I really enjoyed this trip." Micky said. "It was cool." Logan responds. "I-I guess it could've been greater....for the students! For the students. For me...I really liked." Bella said. She was acting shy around Micky since they got to the party. "Hmm. I guess is it time then..." Anna said looking at her phone. "What?" Micky asks. From where the DJ-ing setup was a girl came and stopped the music. "Everyone! Everyone! Can I have your attention. My name is Casie and I'm the president of the literature club! It is time to see the top three erotica writers of this year. Please look at the screen I have on my back and let us see who is the best one." To give hope to the new young writers, the Riverdell's library let's students write book and publish them to the library, to be read and to receive critics. And, depends on how good your book is, you can get money from the people buying your books. It's a system that Bella created in order to help the young writer build up confidence. The literature club holds up an event, every year, to announce the best three writers of every genre. For some time, young writers had been writing book only for the erotica and romance genre and this year, every writer focused on the erotica genre. This is also because, if you are a boy, and write such book you can likely have more chances to have every girl you want in here because they knew how they would be treated in bed. Micky is quite surprised to hear about this even and now, when he knows that it has been a few days since he published his books. Casie had beside her a young boy who logged into the university site and went to the library section to see who author had the best selling book. "Okay! Let's see on the erotica genre who are our top three writers that knew how to make us orgasm. Oh my......gooooood!!! Can you see it guys?!" "What the fuck...?" Micky said. "I didn't kn..." Lucas mumbled. "Wow..." Bella added. "The new transferred student, Michael is the best author this year, my dear students. Who could've thought that this year a boy could dethrone Megami and Irina! Congratulations to him, everybody!" Far away in the back, there was a blonde girl smoking. She was wearing a large pink top and black latex pants. It was Irina. "Hmm..third place, huh? That means I have to be more creative with my stories, and with the sex too." She said smirking. Megami, who was there too, but on the left side, she was calm and smiling. This beautiful girl with white hair and blue eyes, took a sip of her drink then looked at the pinch black sky. "I've fallen on second place... So this is how it feels, huh? He seems quite interesting...this boy.....man. Hm, maybe I should have a little chat with him." Megami said smiling. Micky was with his friends and he was still in shock. He couldn't believe that this just this little time he would've gathered so much attention with his books. Bella had a red face since the announce and felt that she couldn't stay there much longer. To be standing right next to her favorite writer, this gave her chills. She was happy for him but right now, the emotions that she was feeling were much more than just happiness. We fast forward a few hours, where everyone is sleeping, except Micky. He came back to the rooftop after the party was over to get some fresh air. He was thinking about how to act now that he became very popular among the female readers of the university. His phone had already blown with tons of messages from his new fans telling him that they want to meet him. Most of the girls were super beautiful and the boy was in shock when he saw that such beautiful girls could be so easy with him, asking him for a night of complete pleasure. "Have a hard time sleeping?" He heard a girlish voice. When he turns around he sees Megami, coming to him. She was wearing black short shorts, black knee socks and a white top. The top was pretty large, not to say that you could see her boobs if you looked better. "You are..." "Megami. The one you just dethroned earlier with your book. I must say, you write very good. It got me very wet." Megami said then moved to shake Micky's hand. "Uh...nice to meet you." Micky said then his gaze ran a little to her boobs. "Sorry if I'm bothering you at this hour but I didn't expected to see you at this time here." Megami said smiling. "For what you've came here for, then?" "I wanted to came here to masturbate." Megami said which put Micky into a shock. He was impressed at how honest this girl was. "Why you couldn't do it in your room?" Micky asks. "Because I'm bored to be caught by my roommate while masturbating. I wanted this time to be alone. To let the wind touch my naked skin while I pleasure myself." "Oh. Well if you want it I could go back.." "No.... It's better that I'm with you here, now." She said then winked at Micky. "You know, I've seen that my boobs is interesting you for some time, Michael. Do you want to touch them or see them? Or you want both?" "Huh? I....umm.." "It's okay. It's only natural for a boy to be curious when he sees a girl dressed like this. So that's why most of the time I let boys see me naked, but never let them touch me." She said while taking her top off. "But...since it's you...the new big shot of the erotica, I would be glad to make an exception." Megami continued then grabbed Micky's hands and place them on her boobs. The boy began to squeeze them curious. "They're so soft..." "I'm so happy to hear that. You can touch them more, don't be shy. Or you want to touch something else?" Megami said smirking. "Something else...?" Seeing that sparkle of excitement in his eyes, Megami knew that it was time to set the trap. She went on the edge of the rooftop, took her shorts down then turned her back to the boy, spreading her legs. Megami was waiting for the boy to come, Micky wasn't sure what to do. This is a thing that every boy would dream about it but seeing it as a reality, it put Micky to some thought. But after he saw how wet Megami was and how she wiggles her butt, calling for him, the boy got rif of his pants and boxers and went to Megami. When Micky came to her, he put his left hand on her back and with his right hand he hold his junk who inserted inside her. "Oh may... This cock is very pleasing for my body. Who would've known, Michael. That you have such a extraordinary dick." She said moaning. "Damn...you are so wet." The more he stroked his dick with her pussy, large amounts of fluids were coming from her vagina. Seeing how excited the girl was he started to go faster on her. Megami had her head down looking at the sky and had an evil smile on her face. After ten minuted of straight fast fucking, the boy turns Megami around. While standing he inserted his dick back inside her and continued to do her, gently this time. "Wow. You are like every girl's dream of a lover. So passionate.....ahhh. Seeing you how you kiss my breasts while you fuck me so slowly is making me go crazy. Ah, Micky. You might made me want to be your girlfriend." Megami said smiling. Micky didn't answered to what the girl said and continued to do her. Megami then lifted his head up to hers and began to make out with him, hard. Her kisses made Micky want to go faster on her again, so he did it. After a few minutes the girl noticed that the boy wanted to cum. "Hey, let me suck it." Megami said smiling. "Huh? Really?" "Yeah. Let me suck you awesome cock. You're already close to cum so you can do it in my mouth." "...okay!" She got in her knees and put his cock in her mouth. When Megami started to suck the junk, Micky went crazy. He didn't knew what to do next: to let her just suck it and enjoy more this thing or to go straight hard core on her and cum like crazy in her mouth. He stood some minutes to think about it then he heard Megami moaning like crazy with his dick in her mouth. In that moment Micky grabbed Megami's head and started to brutality fuck her throat until he came. He made her face look like a mess. After he came in her mouth, the boy went straight to kiss her. "Damn. You got me good." Megami said. "Looks like it. You were amazing." "You were more than that. Hey, you want to came and sleep in my room this night?" Megami asks. "You sure?" "Yeah. I would love to." "Okay then." The two of them went in Megami's room. The girl was so excited that she didn't let Micky put his clothes back after she put hers and dragged him to her room. When they got inside, Micky saw that her roommate is sleeping naked. All the way to Megami's bed, the girl hold Micky's junk. Micky felt a little shy being naked but Megami told him to calm down and put a soft blanked over them. They tried to go to sleep, well...Micky tried. Megami had her hand on his cock, stroking it slowly. "What are you doing?" Micky whispered. "I can't help it. It got so hard." Megami answers. "If you wouldn't stroke it like that, maybe it wouldn't be hard." "Hmm..maybe I should suck it." She said then went straight at his junk. Seeing that he can't stop her Micky let the girl do what she wanted. He started to like it as well. While he was enjoying having his cock sucked, Micky heard a phone ringing, it was Megami's phone. "Hey, your phone." "Give it to me please." When Micky grabbed the phone to give it to the girl, he saw that she received a text from her boyfriend. "Wait, what? You have a boyfriend?" Micky asks. "Hm?... Yeah!" Text: Allon Images: The holy internet Cover: The holy internet Editing: Allon Translation: Allon All rights reserved. Publication Date: September 25th 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-dh1a5e958e70f85

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Maxwell Anastasia My erotic fantasies My erotic fantasies To anyone and everyone My Erotic Fantasies I hope you enjoy.......  Chapter One My life has been pretty much boring since I became a teenager. My parents apparently thought it would be a good idea to send me to a boarding school which is where I am presently. Plus am a bookworm which has pretty much sent any guy I have ever had a crush on away from me....but I didn't know that was all going to change very soon. I always go to class as early as six in the morning and that day was not going to be any different. On getting to class and began reading that was when my crush came by and I can assure you, he is the male definition of MILF as he passed by I kept on staring at him as I felt my core start pounding..one thing the others don't know is I get horny for the smallest things. I try to concentrate but the pounding wouldn't leave until I had dealt with it so I decided to do what must be done looking around, I lift my skirt up and began trailing my hands down my cotton panties on getting there I stopped and used my other hand to shift my panties aside. With my legs apart I trail my fingers down until I reach my clit and it felt so good I unbuttoned my shirt and began pinching my rubbing my already hardening nipples while rubbing slow circles on my copy. I pushed my middle finger into my hole and began thrusting myself constantly feeling my g-spot as it began to build I put in my second finger and began thrusting harder while rubbing my clit furiously but little did I know that my crush Max was coming back this way.  I was almost there just needed a little more to push me over the edge when I heard a gasp coming from the there I turn around only to see Max staring right at my dripping pussy  Chapter two Max Pov: I saw her our class nerd getting off by herself and it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and fortunately my cock agrees with me. Not knowing what I was doing I go over to her and put one of those gorgeous tits in my mouth while pinching and palming the other. Anabelle starts moaning and weaves her hands with my hair adding a little pain which makes my cock harden the more with one hand still squeezing her tits I kiss down leaving love marks in her belly as I move towards the part I can't wait to put my mouth on. I gently pull her legs further apart and enjoyed the view of her pale pink pussy dripping like a faulty tap. Without warning her I delved into her pussycat and began eating it out as she continually moaned and rubbed her pussy against my face coating it with her juices but I didn't care I loved the taste of her and was ready to have more but not without her repaying the favour I kiss her mouth and feel her moan as she enjoys tasting her juices in my mouth but she knew what I wanted. She unzipped my pants and pulled down my underwear she took my cock in her mouth and instantly began bopping up and down as she squeezing my balls. Unable to help myself, I began slapping her breasts while thrusting harder and to my surprise, she handled it like a pro I soon began to feel myself coming and am sure she felt it to as she stopped and guided my cock to her pussy and began adjusting herself to my massive cock. With her in a doggy style, her beautiful ass was all min as I began thrusting furiously into her pussy and slapped her ass until it was warm and red. Satisfied with my work I began pounding harder as I felt her pussy clenching to my cock and that was enough to tip me over the edge. I quickly bring my cock out and spurt my juices on her ass as her cum dripped to the floor. I pull her up to me and kissed her never had I been so satisfied and am sure she felt the same way. It would be odd for our mates to see us together but am sure we can find a way Chapter Three  Bella POV: I had pretty much been a rebel since I entered university, doing things that I knew my parents would never had approved off since they were strict and restricted my freedom when I was at home and the area of most of my curiosity has been sex so far. I was not ashamed to try other things apart from the normal standard of sex and most certainly not afraid to fuck another female. I share an apartment with another girl Kris who is practically a nerd and doesn't venture into other things and she didn't know my real personality...well not many people know anyways.  It's a Saturday and am presently at home watching porn on my laptop with nothing on. The girl in the video is being gang banged and I couldn't help but trail my hands down to my sensitive pussy and touch it. As the girl moans in pleasure, my other hand rubs my face, neck and moves slowly down to my part breasts bringing my nipples to my mouth as I continuously toy with my pussy gently pushing in two fingers and rubbing my g-spot as my thumb work my clothes in slow circles. As I climbed higher and  I stopped to switch off my laptop and get my 10-inch  vibrating dildo from my drawer to fuck myself with.....  Kris pov: Today was a hard day for me, so I got to the apartment I heard with Bella pretty early to get some sleep when I heard moans coming from her room. Thinking she was hurt or something I went over to her room and found her door slightly open only to look inside and see her ducking herself with the biggest dildo I had ever seen in my life. I had only had sex once with a guy and I didn't even enjoy it but seeing her in a way I had never before turner me on I touched my core and gasp feeling how wet I was already without doing anything. I gathered courage and moved up to her shedding my clothes off as I do so. I could see the surprise on her face which later vanished as I crashed on her and kissed her forcing her mouth open while removing the soldiers from her.  "You don't have to do this by yourself, that's why am here what are friends for" I began fingering her pussy as she grinned against my hands and took one of my nipples in her mouth causing me to moan and finger her harder. I removed my fingers and eagerly delved into her sweet core eating and licking it the way it deserve to be eaten as she squeezed and palmed her breasts Translation: Google Publication Date: April 21st 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-vlebde4083d8da5

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Me :) Experimenting Finding Myself Drunken Turn On (Lesbian) I still didn't know how I was going to tell Adana how I felt. What if she won't want to be my friend anymore? What if she kicks me out of the house? But, I am still unsure of my sexual feelings. I need real experience to know. I need to have sex, to feel pleasure, with another girl. Right now, we were laying on the couch, our bare legs tangled around each other. She was stroking my thigh with the tips of her fingers, sending electric shocks up my spine. I'm going to cherish tonight and tell her the truth another day. We stayed up late, watching movies and eating junk food, damn, I really loved this girl. Adana insisted on moving our asses upstairs into one of the bedrooms with a TV in it so we wouldn't fall asleep on the couch. I told her to pick a room and I'd meet her up there. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and two bottles of Desperados. Having already opened the bottle of Jack, which I actually do not remember doing, I started chugging it down. I walked upstairs and yelled out "Adanaaaaa, wherrrreee aaaaarrrrre yoooouuuu?" in a singy-song tune. "Over heeeerrrrreeeeee, Giiiiiiiiiaaaaaa!" she sung back. "I brought some treats with me," I giggled with joy. We ended up drinking our night away and we were exhausted after our 2 hour dance party. We both threw ourselves onto Adana's bed. "Heeey Adanaaa?" I slurred, "I plaaanned to, uh, tell yooou somethiiing tonight... I, uh, don't know if I'm, uh, straiiight? Adanaa?" I then realized that she had passed out and before I knew it, I was doing the unthinkable. I had jumped onto Adana, with already no pants on, along with no bra, just a top and panties. I was hovering over her sleeping body. I started to stoke her cheek, I placed my hands on her breast, massaging them, squeezing them, pinching them. I lifted her shirt up and played with her more. I placed my lips onto her body, gliding my tongue around her hard nipples in a circular motion. I pulled her shirt off entirely and intensely sucked her breasts not caring if I left my mark on her. Soon enough, I trailed down lower. I felt her damp lace panties and gave her a pussy a glamourous slap. I slid her panties down and admire her shaven pussy. I open her legs wider, placing myself between them. I start to rub around the area. I rubbed my fingers into her juicy wonders and slid a finger into her pussy, using my thumb to gently massage her clit. I then, insert another finger, motioning deeper and faster, I can hear Adana's breathing get heavier. I penetrated her with one last finger and moved as fast and as deep as I possibly could. I spit on her pussy and used my tongue to flick at her clitoris. Adana's back arched up so high, she grabbed onto the bed sheets, her insides contracted onto my fingers as she screamed in pleasure, "OHH GIIIIIAAAA!" She let go and laid there, catching her breath. I put her sweet juices on my lips but then suddenly, I realized, she had just yelled my name. Was she dreaming about me? "Gia," Adana panted, "that was marvelous, let me have some!" she exclaimed pulling my fingers covered in her juices into her mouth and then forced it back into mine.  "Oh my goodness! Adana, you're awake? You're not mad? Scared?" I frightened. "What? Heaven's no! Scared? Now, why on Earth would I be scared?" Adana questioned, "Never mind that, It's my turn to pleasure you now, Gia. Are you ready for this?" "Fuck yeah, Adana! Finger Fuck me, Face Fuck me, I'm ready!" I yelled in anticipation. And with that she flipped me over as she straddled me, my hands over my head, her still wet pussy dangling over my aching body. She slowly starts to lift my shirt up, teasing me, her fingertips gliding along my flat tanned stomach. I gasp at her touch. She removes my top, revealing my breasts as she places her entire body over mine, in between my open legs. Her warm, hot breath hovers tingles my bare skin as her hands suddenly jump at my breasts. Squeezing, pinching, licking, sucking, biting, kissing. With my hands roaming around her curved body, one of her hands start to slid down mine. She starts to rub over my soaked panties and I can feel her smile. She starts to move her entire body down, dragging her tongue down my body as she goes. She slips my panties off, throwing them across the room dramatically as we laugh softly, out of breath. I open my legs wider as her head is placed in between them. I look down at her beautiful face, it felt as if I were dreaming yet I've never felt so alive. She softly blows at my wet pleasure, sending shivers down my spine, and kisses just above my clit. She starts to rub her fingers over my pussy, playing with it, without penetrating. Still turning me on by this, she continues, teasing me. She glides back up, hovers over my face, my lips, "Beg me." she says, "Beg me to pleasure you. Beg for me, Gia." I immediately obey, being turned on even more, "Pleasure me, please!" I moaned. "Scream for me, shout me name!" she ordered. "Adana, please, pleasure me! Adanaa!" I moan her name as she inserts a finger into my pussy. Her face, her lips still hovering over mine, she stares deeply into me as she inserts another finger, thrusting deeper and faster each time. As she adds a third, she slips back down, her head in between my open legs and her tongue starts to flick at my clit. Then starts to suck, and flick, and circle around it, and rub at it with her thumb, all as her fingers penetrating deep into my walls. One of my hands pulling at the sheets over my head, the other grabbing her hair, pulling her deeper inside of me. I moan and shout her name in pure pleasure as my back arches and my sweet juices flow out of me. She licks me clean as I lay there panting. Her hot naked body glides back over me, as she lays a steamed, sweet kiss of my own juices on my lips. Our legs tangle together and I can feel her pussy on mine. Sooner than later, her pussy starts to rub against mine, As I start to sit up, for a easier angle, our bodies move together as one. Pressed against each other, holding each other so tight, trying to get closer as we pleasured ourselves, together, screaming in pleasure, panting like animals, deep passionate kissing, closer than we've ever been before, and we climax together. Collasping onto the bed, and falling asleep in each other's arms. Publication Date: May 2nd 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-yu84f4a13c12835

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Renier Laroche Edge of Pleasures Razor The Tip of the Spear He took in the room he had just walked into; the sun was setting amid some clouds. The light spread orange across the horizon and the sky and into their living room. He was nervous. He wasn't sure what she had in store for him. Her corset lifted her creamy breasts, tightened around her midriff and stopped a few inches above her panties. Under her fishnet stockings her thigh and calf muscles bulged, enhanced by her heels. Thin rhinestone straps curled over the top of her foot, red toenails shining in the light. Matching red fingernails played with a silk rope, her dark eyes studying him quietly, hunger in her smile. Under his silk robe, he felt the thickening begin, the swelling in his groin that half-embarrassed him, half-thrilled him."You look lovely, Mistress," he said. His mouth was dry, his imagination already racing ahead, thickening his cock even more. "Can I get you some wine? Some Perrier?"She said nothing, simply crooked her finger at him. Her red lips curled in a slight smile. She ran her fingers along the silk cord, straightening it out, eyeing the slight bulge under his silk robe. As he got closer he inhaled the scent of Obsession, and her musky woman scent. He stood in front of her, taller than her, blond, blue-eyed, lips pursed. "Undo your robe," she said, turning her warm eyes up to his, licking her lips, still fingering the silk cord. He obeyed; she was in charge. He was her toy tonight. He undid the knot of his robe, and it fell open. His cock was lifting now, throbbing into hardness. She looked down at it, at the veins, the muscular ridges that were becoming obvious. "Good," she said. "I want it good and hard." She moved a hand forward, her careful fingers lifting his cock, now heavy with arousal, running her fingertips along the tender underside, under that sensitive spot at the base of the head, then down to his balls to fondle and squeeze them, gradually increasing the pressure. He whimpered, involuntarily, then she let go and lifted his cock again. His cock was on fire, and he wondered how he was going to control himself at all. His eyes widened as she trailed the cord over the top of his cock, then she started coiling it around the base. It was rock hard now, throbbing and erect as he stood there. His cheeks were flushed. There was heat in her eyes. Carefully she wrapped the cord around his cock until there were about 5 coils around it, then she slipped the end under the last loop, and started to tighten, until it was firmly wrapped around the thick shaft. She yanked it slightly, and he felt his cock jerked forward, his hips following as he regained his balance and stepped forward, tugged along by the rope she had tied to his cock. She smiled and yanked it again as she walked over to the wall where the rings were screwed in at the ceiling and the floor. More ropes were on the chair beside the window. He gulped. He looked out the window. His cheeks were flaming. If she tied him up there, just there, he would be in front of the window. Even though no one could really see them there, high up on the seventh floor, with this light and the semi-reflective glass, nevertheless it would be possible for someone, from the right angle and with the right light, to see him spread apart in front of the window. He had no choice. He gulped again. He knew from times when she made him wear the cock ring that it only increased his arousal while at the same time postponing his release, but he was amazed at it right now. He felt his cock would burst. His balls were already tight. She positioned him in front of the window, then pushed the silk robe off his shoulders, displaying his well-formed body to the empty air outside their building. The silk robe lay in a pool at his feet. She kicked it away. She looped a rope around first one ankle and then the other. His cock stood out, hard rigid, pink and purple. But she wasn't going to take him to the window. That was just a tease. Instead, she led him to a padded table they had used before, and patted it with her warm hand. "Up you get, on your back." He swallowed and followed her instructions. His cock was now straight up in the air, his chest rising and falling with his hard breathing. "Bend your knees." He bent them. She tied first one ankle and then the other to the small rings at the side of the table, forcing him to move up the table so that his head was hanging over the end. Then she tied his wrists down to the same ring. He was completely helpless now.She was so incredibly sexy when she was in control. She teased and tormented him mercilessly, she would spread her legs, and then spread her pussy lips with her fingers and show him how wet she was. If she had the oil, she would drip it over her nipples and then pinch and tug them, uttering low guttural growls as she responded to her own arousal. This time, she moved to his head, and took a silk scarf and wrapped it around his eyes. The elimination of the sense of sight heightened the other senses incredibly, so that he was intensely aware of what he heard, smelled, tasted and touched. Her scent now filled his nostrils; he heard some rustling then felt something silk over his face, filling his nostrils with a new scent, tingling across his lips. It was the scent of her pussy. "There, baby, how do you like that? You love the scent of my cunt don't you?" When she used the word "cunt" he felt a thrill run up his spine, tingling in his cock. Maybe it was her frankness and openness. Maybe it was the intensity of her need. He nodded his head, moaning slightly. She tugged on the cord around his cock suddenly so his hips jerked to follow it. "Tell me!" she said. "I like to hear you say it. Tell me how much you like the smell of my cunt! Not my pussy. My cunt! Tell me!" Then she jerked the cord around his cock slightly to punctuate her request. It was driving him wild. And she knew it, knew it made his cock throb, drove him mad with the need for release, while at the same time knowing that the perfect tightness of the cord wrapped around his cock also prevented any chance of release. "Yes!" he said quickly, the scent of her wet panties still filling his nostrils. "Yes! I love the scent of your cunt, your hot wet beautiful cunt. I worship it, and its lovely scent!" He breathed harder and harder. He heard her move to the foot of the table, where his knees were spread. Then he felt it, the warm oil on his thighs dripping down, then on his cock. Then he felt her fingers scratching down his thighs, to the base of his shaft, then around his balls, then down to the base of his balls, teased and tormenting. She took the head of his cock and squeezed it. Then he felt her fingers again below his balls. Then sliding in the slick oil down to the crack of his ass. He groaned again involuntarily, half with pleasure and half with surprise. But she didn't stop then. He felt her fingers tease down the crack of his ass, scratching lightly along the very sensitive skin. She was now touching the skin around his tight hole. He was half frightened, half wanting. It was so erotic, feeling the tender nerve endings stimulated there. Then her finger was pushing, sliding back and pushing in again, teasing and tormenting, until he started to push back slightly. Yes. He wanted to feel her there. He wanted her hot tender fingers arousing him. He heard her chuckle slightly. "You like that, don't you baby? You find that pretty hot, don't you? Would you like me to fuck you a bit with my finger?" Then, without waiting for his answer her felt it, her finger entering his tight hole very suddenly, very slightly, then stopping. He had a sudden intake of breath. He let it out again in a long moan. She pulled her finger out, wetting it again with the oil in the crack of his ass, then sank it again into his tight hole. Slowly it went deeper, and he could feel her moving it, slowly massaging. Unbelievably, he felt his cock jolt hard in response. He knew that if he hadn't had the rope around his cock he would surely have come, so intense was the response. He groaned, almost screamed. He could hardly stand it! He writhed and moved as she teased him carefully. Then suddenly she stopped. He caught his breath. He heard her moving to the head of the table. He could smell her scent strongly now. He felt her fingers then at the side of his face, lifting his head up so that it was fully supported. Then he felt her warm skin on either side of his face, the skin of her inner thighs. "Now, baby, I know you like the smell of my cunt. Now I want you to taste it, thoroughly. All of it. Up and down. I want to cum on your face baby, let my juices cover your cheeks."He opened his mouth and reached his tongue out, found her pussy lips and licked feverishly. She tasted hot and sweet and salty at the same time. He ran his tongue along her slit, moving his head back and forth, trying to drive her as wild as he could. He felt her moving in response, holding his head, guiding his mouth. It drove him wild to feel her guiding his tongue, making sure it touched her in just the right way. He felt his tongue part her puffy, wet lips, tasted the salty sweet wetness, then pushed it up against her pussy hole, then he felt her move herself forward and back, his tongue sliding over her hardening clit. He ran it up over her clit, along the one side and then the other, and circling it, hearing her moan and grunt as she started to fuck his mouth with her cunt. It was awesome. His hard cock was waving back and forth, he could feel its weight, tight in its wrapping of small rope, going crazy. Now she was moving madly over his mouth, pressing down on his head then lifting up, tantalizing herself with the delight of her control and his tongue. He knew she was going to cum any second. She loved having her cunt licked. The only thing he couldn't do now which she deeply loved was slide his fingers inside her, or her favorite vibe, which drove her totally over the edge. Then she pulled away. His cheeks were coated with her juices, soaking wet. He felt her fingers undoing his blindfold, and he looked up at her corseted body, her wet mound, pubic hair matted. She hadn't cum. He wondered what she had in store next. She quickly moved to his side, undoing his wrists and ankles. "Now let's stand up." and she gave a short playful tug on the cord around his cock. It was raging hard by now, prevented from release by the constriction of the cord. He stood up quickly as she tugged him over to the window, spreading his legs apart and tying his ankles to the rings at the baseboard in front of the window, and then his wrists up high, so he was spread-eagled in front of the window. He didn't care. He needed to cum, to cum hard. His cock was throbbing, twitching with desire as she stood in front of him. She lowered the cups of her corset so her breasts swelled up and out of them. Her nipples were hard. She slid her hands down her mound and looked up at him with fire in her eyes, teasingly. She put some oil in the palm of her hand, and cupped it along her pussy, then brought her fingertips up to her nipples and pinched and tugged, moaning as she did so. Then she reached forward and pinched his nipples, something that always drove him wild. Like most men, his nipples were very sensitive, something most women seemed unaware of. His body was twitching and writhing. He loved seeing her teasing and pleasing herself. It was just about the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Her fingers then dived into her own pussy, two fingers deep in her cunt before she pulled them out, wet and glistening, placing them now on his lips, so he could open his mouth and taste her again. Then she tasted herself, something that always drove him wild. Finally, her fingers dropped to his cock, his hard raging throbbing cock. She started to undo the rope, and he could gradually feel the electricity starting in it. At the same time she stared to finger her clit. He strained at the ties holding him apart, his body contorting and writhing. Once the cord around his cock was completely loosened, it immediately started to drip, the precum falling in a slow steady stream. She knew that at this point he was on the edge, and this is when she really started to torment him. She kept touching him, stroking him slowly, gently, keeping him there on the edge, crying out to shoot his cum over her. She herself was close to cumming he knew, but this meant nothing as far as his own satisfaction was concerned: she could cum two, three, four times - sometimes more than that. She started to shudder with her first orgasm, then to jolt and jerk as she came hard, pushed by her own fingers and his previous work with his tongue. "Please!!!" he said hoarsely. "I need to cum. Please!!" She simply smiled and kept tormenting him, his cock now aching, bursting.She kept it up until she was ready to cum again. She took the head of his cock, with him still tied, and slipped it up and down along her soaking slit. Still she didn't let him cum. Then she moved back and started to finger herself again, teasing the dripping head of his cock with her fingers. Then she took it in her mouth, her tongue sliding along the shaft then over the head. He couldn't stand it, but still she wouldn't let him cum.Finally, she was ready to cum again herself. Her fingers were moving faster, and her other hand was starting to knock his cock gently, sending it bouncing with each knock. She came. She shuddered and screamed. Then she stopped. Her fingers slowly massaged the thick shiny head of his cock. He could feel it rising now, unstoppable. She knew it. She knew she had him at the point of no return, she chuckled and smiled and continued to squeeze and massage the head of his cock carefully. Then he started to move his hips more vigorously. He was moaning hoarsely. He was going to cum. "Oh yes!!!!" he screamed. Then she stopped. She knew he was going to cum; she loved to see him cum like this, over the edge, without any further stimulation, his cock simply bobbing in the air as the spasms started. Then a short spurt, white hot fluid shooting out a couple of feet. Then his cock bounced some more as his hips jerked uncontrollably. She smiled as another spurt shot out of his thick cock. Then another, and another, accompanied by his heaving groans. When he was finished, she took her fingers and stroked hard, urging a few more small spurts from his quaking, quivering body. He groaned aloud. Completely spent. He was breathing hoarsely, looking down at his own still-hard cock and her glistening body, shiny with perspiration. She leaned forward, kissing his lips tenderly. Her careful, attentive hands reached up and undid his wrists. They collapsed at his side. Then she undid his ankles. She kissed him again and smiled, stepping back."I think I will have that glass of wine you were offering. Pour one for yourself. After all," she smirked, "you will need some refreshment for the next round."His eyes widened as he heard her talk about the next round, then looked down at his still hard cock - always the way it was when she kept him on the edge for a long time. He went to get the wine. He certainly would need some refreshment. Beast of Innocence Master had told me to keep still. He had told me to wait for Him, my long, dark brown hair in the pigtails He oh, so loved, and naked on all fours on the soft and cuddly light pink blanket He had set out for me earlier. But it was hard! Every crackle or pop of the fireplace scared me! Silly, really, since what should scare me more right now was the unknown.Was Master in a good mood? Had I done anything today that would result in punishment or correction from Him? I thought back over the last few hours. I had done a few loads of laundry, vacuumed the living room floor, gone grocery shopping, and had fed Him an easy but well-enjoyed dinner of cheesy tomato soup and thick, crusty garlic bread."I can see your usual doubts running through your beautiful head, but you worry for nothing, my pet."I heard the sound of Master's powerful feet as they entered the living room. He fed some kindling to the fire that had been starting to die, bringing it fully, scarily back to life.Master chuckled at my whimpers of fear and rubbed the top of my head with a gentle hand. He allowed that hand to travel down the back of my head, then. Lower, and lower it traveled. Down my back and over the curve of my ass. It stopped between the needy, humid area between my legs, where two lean, probing fingers pushed their way into my flesh. I blushed at the sound of wanton need that crooned from my lips."Needy as always, I see." Master's fingers left me all too soon and he moved to stand in front of me.I yearned to reach up with a hand and undo his jeans, revealing the thick, stiff erection I knew would be there, but I remained still. I knew well that Master hated when I showed just how needy I truly was."Open."I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers clean of my juices. It always made me feel awkward to taste myself, but I knew Master enjoyed the feeling of my tongue and lips against his fingers. And I enjoyed the feel of any part of him against my lips, to be honest. Oh, how I enjoyed using my lips and tongue to caress his body into climax!"Good pet. But I think your mouth needs something a little bigger. Don't you?""Yes, Master." I forced my head down so that Master wouldn't see the cheeky grin that had sprang to my lips.I flushed at Master's amused chuckle but watched with greedy, lowered eyes as He took His time in undoing the button and then the zipper of His jeans before allowing them and His black briefs to slide down some to reveal what it was my mouth really hungered for.But all too soon, Master pulled roughly on my pigtails to get my attention. With saliva dripping down the corner of my mouth, I reluctantly allowed my mouth to fall away from his damp cock. I watched with eyes again lowered as Master moved behind me, a hand gently caressing my flesh as He lowered His now gloriously naked body to His knees."Mmm," I moaned at the first brush of Master's erection against my cunt. I yearned to thrust myself backwards against His cock, but again knew better. He had to be the one to set the pace. Not me. He made it so hard, though! The slightest brush of his cock against any part of my body drove me wild!Master grabbed hold of my hips and slowly, oh, so slowly entered me. He remained fully embedded in my moist core for several seconds before moving. In no time at all his balls were bouncing against my ass and the sound of His grunts mingled with my pants filled the dark, heated room.Will He let me come? I've been such a good girl! But I dared not ask permission, because that was always greeted with a firm "No" and a moderate to hard slap against my ass."Come for me, pet," He grunted a short time later as the first warm spurts of His seed filled my womb."Thank you, Master!" I panted as I allowed myself to tumble over the peak I had had a precarious grip on since He had first entered me.My arms could no longer hold my weight and apparently Master's knees had had enough as well, because seconds later we were a still connected tangle on the blanket.Master's arms came around me, giving my middle a squeeze as His lips brushed my neck."I love you, pet.""And I, you, Master."  Leviathans Virgin The big day was approaching and I had been flirting and teasing you for days...a soft kiss behind your ear when you weren't watching, grazing my hand down your leg while we were having dinner with friends. I could tell I was already doing my job. You had that look in your eye. The more I played with you, the more that sparkle intensified. I wanted so badly to just take you, your attempts to seduce me being torture to refuse. It was my intention to get you to the place I required in order to perform the things I had planned for months. You have been a very good girl lately and I felt like it was time to go shopping at my boutique in the city for something a little different than punishment tools. I allowed my mind to run free and was quite pleased to be planning such a special night. One thing for sure, sometimes a little pain equals pleasure and the pleasure is eminent. You are in for the birthday present of your life.I secretly asked your friend to invite you over for a girl night sleep over. It was, after all, the eve before the big night and I had to make some preparations. I took extra time to work you into frenzy, constantly touching and whispering in your ear. You were so timid asking me if I would mind you going to your sleep over. It was cute and made me smile knowing my plans were coming together. "Of course my belle," I said with the devilish grin you so often point out. "I have to work tonight anyway. Go and have some fun and we will have our own tomorrow." You look bewildered, as you have no idea I had anything special up my sleeve. "Oh really?" you smirk as I pull you into my arms and tell you everything with my eyes. I felt your back arch in anticipation and you knew you were being teased. "Go on Belle. Like I said, I have work to do."When the delivery arrived, it had been put away from prying eyes for a couple days now. I carefully took my time transforming our boudoir into the perfect seductive chamber. Candles placed about and the Mise En Place well tended to. Your birthday party was tomorrow, as Friday was a better day for all of your friends to attend so we had plans to stay in. After your surprise day at the spa with your girlfriend, you arrived just on time. I poured your drink the moment I saw headlights and the house was perfect. I had been cooking all day and treated you to the most amazing meal...your favorite meal. Your smile lit up the room and I was so pleased to see you so relaxed and happy, not at all knowing the meal wasn't the grand finale. I instructed you to lounge while I tidied up and washed the dishes. "Yes Sir," you replied in that voice that you know drives me crazy. "You have been a very good girl, Belle and I have quite an evening planed for you Birthday Girl." The effects of the spa pampering along with the fact that we haven't made love in days were taking its toll. "Miss Pierce?" I say in a low voice. "Yes Sir," you purr. By this time we were cuddled up on the couch and I had most of your clothes off as I licked and teased the sweet spots I have learned to perfection. You were breathing heavily and I knew the time had come. "I made special preparations upstairs.""Oh really," you barely manage to whisper, as my fingers had found the perfect rhythm between your legs. "I need for you to trust me tonight.""U huh," your eyes roll back in your head wile my tongue grazes your nipple. "No I'm serious," I say with that stern voice I use when your time has come. I cease what I had been doing to you and pull your chin gently towards me. I lock with your beautiful ocean blues. "You do really need to trust me if I take you through what I have planned for you tonight." Immediately, you come too and realize that this was different. "I've been shopping at 'the boutique.'" "I thought you said I had been a good girl Sir. It's my birthday. What did I do?" you answer in confusion. "Oh you sure have Princess and if you will trust me, I want to take you in a special kind of way. You have to give yourself completely though." My hand had found its way between your legs again and you understood I only had your best interests in mind. A soft kiss and a reassuring smile was all it took. You look deep into my eyes and nod your head yes. "Say it!""Yes Sir. In fact I simply can't wait," you repeat in your sassy and aggressive voice. "Very good Miss Pierce. Freshen up in the guest bedroom tonight please." "Yes Sir," again with your attitude. I had laid out new lingerie and the bathroom was set for your comfort. New bath salts, your favorite soaps and a note from me reads: "Please light these candles and take a bath. Relax and try to imagine what you have in store. I want you to wear the lingerie I've selected and I would like your hair pulled back before coming upstairs. I very much look forward you your return Beautiful."Anticipation was wearing on you. You know that I was serious and that you had to give yourself completely. By now you are beyond aroused and can't make your way upstairs fast enough. The door is locked, which is strange, but then you realize the ceremony is about to begin. You timidly knock and I answer immediately. "Enter Miss Pierce please," I say trying to remain calm. You were stunning and it took everything in me to follow my plan as opposed to throwing you on the bed and taking you in the most primal manner. Prolonged pleasure is highly effective and I know that I need to spend a significant amount of time on you. This will bring you to the place I crave to see and tonight is all about you. It pleasures me most to pleasure you and watch as I expertly bring you to the deepest orgasms. It's when I know I have done my job and I crave it as much as you. To be an attentive lover is something you deserve and require keeping you in line. I must be equally attentive when it comes to punishment, but it has been working well and you have behaved perfectly.You let out a gasp when your eyes adjusted and you got a look at our boudoir. I had obviously had been shopping and you didn't recognize anything. There was a table by the new round velvet loveseat placed in the middle of the room with several toys and tools. I had built a raging fire and there was a set of black iron bars erected in a square with cords attached next to the fireplace. Upon a closer look, you notice there were cords affixed to the round loveseat as well. "I'm taking all control away from you tonight Miss Pierce. I promise you will enjoy and sometimes a little pain equals pleasure, yes Miss Pierce?" You take a deep breath and look back at me with your devious eyes. "I've been ready. I'm all yours!" I notice little fight in your eyes. "Perfect. That's what I wanted to hear," I repeat with a little of my own touch of defiance. "Time to begin." I approach you slowly, heart beating through my chest. A slow kiss, our tongues begin their playful dance. Our bodies become one as I just needed to feel your soft skin on mine for at least a moment. I can tell you are all in and I am pleased that you are feeling so sassy. Of course as always, I've met my match with you. I remove your new lingerie and instruct you to take your place on display in the velvet chair. You do exactly as I say and your eyes lock in mine once again and your movements are slow and deliberate. "Who is seducing who?" I think to myself as I watch you lay down and instinctively raise your arms above your head. "I suppose the restraints are for me Sir?" you tease again defiantly, "I'm ready for you, just so you know." "Oh you are huh? Ok good." As I lean over your silky smooth naked body to secure your arms you rise up and bite my chest hard. "OUCH!!" I exclaim wincing. "I imagine I have more coming to me than that right Sir?" you giggle. "I told you I was ready for you!" I must admit it turned me on and confirmed the fact that you needed tonight. "Ok, Miss Pierce," I reply as I take caution this time while finishing securing you.You feel a tiny sting on your ass before you notice the little black whip I snatched up off the table full of tools. "OUCH!!!" you exclaim yourself! "Is that all you've got?" you defy. "I like your spunk Miss Pierce. By no means is that near what I've got...believe me. Tonight pain is EXACTLY equal to pleasure for you." "Oh really?" is your reply with no idea what you are in store for. I hummer you with a wink while I retrieve a long feather from the table. "This is what I'm talking about. For the rest of the night you will need to ask for the pain Miss Pierce. Believe me, you will be begging for it by the time I'm done with you." I have centered myself and manage to make all of my movements slow and deliberate hereafter. I step back and gaze upon you. The chair is round by design. It gives me full access to you from all sides. You can pretend all you want but I know you are beyond aroused and I have you right where I want you. My hot breath on your nipples to begin with. Your breath slows and your back arches once more as your body involuntarily rises to do its best to meet my tongue. I allow you just a moment with your nipple in my mouth before I stop abruptly. "The other one gets some attention if you ask me for another swat Miss Pierce." "Nope, I'm good," you tease. "Ok...by the way, that's what the feather is for," my nearly sarcastic reply. You notice the look in my eyes and at once you realize that I have put some thought into this encounter. "Really?" The feather glides across your belly heading straight for your other breast. Again your body rises to meet me as my warm breath teases it. Abruptly I stop and look you deep in the eyes. "You sure?" Your breath is even heavier now and I know you are beginning to understand. "Ok I give!" you whisper as I continue to exhale warm breath across your neck followed by the softest kiss behind your ear. "Is there something you would like to ask me Piss Pierce?" I question, as I pretend you are going to get another one before standing back upright and addressing you once more. Silence. More silence. I enjoyed very much watching you squirm, doing your best to conjure the last little bit of fight you have left. More silence. I watch your eyes change as you gave in and realize you were in very good hands once again. "Please Sir. Another please?" Another small sting and you wince a moment. "Good girl." This time my tongue takes its time making its way to the other nipple begging for attention. I spend more time gently liking and sucking until it was hard. Although I took my time making my way to it slowly, I again stop abruptly when I see you enjoying the pleasure. "You ready to continue Miss Pierce?" "Oh please Sir," you gasp. "Very good," I reply as I produce the candle from the table. You know exactly what's to follow as we have had much playtime after all these years. My hand steady and slow as the candle approaches your chest. One drop and you understand what's to follow. Even though I know exactly what the hot wax feels like on bare, tender skin, you put on your best face and smile in defiance once again. The feather now starts at your ankles and swirls around your calve upward. It tickles and involuntarily you draw your knees up to your chest. I firmly grasp your ankles and bring you back to position. A stern look from you and me regain your composure."I would like for you to spread your yourself for me please and I want you to keep your legs still," I command. You can't help but obey and much to your delight I finally touch the place I had been teasing for days. "Oh yes Sir, right there," you whisper, as if I didn't know your body so well. Only a moment passed before I realize how wet I had already managed to make you. I was pleased with myself and couldn't help but allow my tongue to taste you gently for a moment before again stopping abruptly. I stand up and gaze upon you as I watch the pleasure engulf your body. At this point not a word before you say, "Yes! More please." "As you wish Miss Pierce," I reply with candle already in hand. Another few drops on your freshly bathed skin and you wince once more. "Good girl," I smile, "your reward Miss Pierce." This time, no tease...my tongue has been craving you and I'm so pleased to feel your soft clitoris swell in my mouth. You are getting the idea and your fight is gone. When I cease you look disappointed, not knowing how I desperately want to continue more than you do. "I need for you to relax, please," as I produce the next of my new tools. Although new you recognize the shape and know what its for, you don't recognize it. It has already been prepped and I begin the process of inserting it into your inner sanctum. It always takes a bit of coaxing and teasing before your body accepts it. We both know that this is required to bring you to the deepest of orgasms we both crave. Another, please Sir," you whisper, defiance gone. A sharp sting and you recognize I have moved on with the tools I purchased. You can't pick out its shape as your vision has blurred in anticipation of what may come next as your reward. I take my place directly in front of you and grasp your right leg firmly. With full access, I enter you ever so slightly and begin a sultry rhythm. I have to deny myself for your greater good and slowly exit the extract of your soft warmth. "YES ALREADY!" you exasperate. Three sharp stings with time in-between for the sensations to take their effects. You raise your head with newfound fight and with piercing eyes: "I want more and you better make it worthwhile this time!" I love your spunk and I am beyond turned on. I'm happy to accommodate as I feel its time for your first orgasm. You welcome the pain, as you know I am always careful to pay attention. "Good girl," I smile as I kneel before you. Those were a few serious licks you took and now its time for your reward. You know I love pleasuring you and generally take my time but you have been teased enough. Your velvet smooth sex on my tongue was nearly more than I could take and had to focus on not releasing myself. Relentlessly I continue my work, knowing full well how to achieve my goal. As you swell I am pleased to feel your body tense up before releasing uncontrollably. I savor you and slowly rise to gaze upon your beauty. I am happy to give you time to come too before kissing you softly on my favorite place on the inside of your thigh. "Come with me Lover," I whisper in your ear as I gently remove your restraints. No words, just a smile as you reach up for me. I take ahold of you and lead you to the fireplace. This was a first for us both but by now your inhibitions have gone and you know that tonight is all about you. It was a magnificent piece. Hand crafted wrought iron shaped in a square, nearly as tall as the ceiling and the floor beneath covered in cushions and fine linen. "How do you want me?" I throw a couple more logs on the fire and face you away from it. Hands in the air and now once more restrained, the fire crackles fiercely. I have taken extra measures to ensure the proximity to the fire so the flame nips at your skin. You are majestic, like a work of fine art and I am mesmerized by your stunning beauty. Your only weapons are your eyes and they are taking their effect. I want so badly to take you for my own pleasure but this is your special night. After all, there will be plenty of time spent here, I'm sure.I wrap my arms around you from behind to allow myself the felling of your fire warmed skin on my chest and the kiss I so needed. "Shall we continue Miss Pierce?" You nod and smile. "Say it!" I say, forcing myself to follow my own rules. "I am ready for more please Sir." I reach down and find your sweet spot once more to remind you of what you have coming. Slowly I remove the plug and select another shaped differently. This one was a series of balls attached with a ring on the end. As you feel the last of it make its exit, I know you want more. "This time you must hold perfectly still and your reward will be what you want." "Ok.... um I mean yes Sir," you utter, lacking the tool you love so much. I produce a bucket of ice and step back from you a moment. I can feel the fire nipping at my own skin and know the temperature is just right. The slightest sting followed by an ice cube gradually making its way from your neck to your lower back makes you squirm. "I said stay still, yes?" followed by the same act. Three times the ceremony continues before you manage to focus yourself on the pleasure you have in store. "Good girl," I smile as I begin with the new toy. I know this is one of your favorites so I bought a new one recommended by the boutique as being highly effective. As your body welcomes it I watch that ever familiar arching of your back. I am crazed by now and am having a hard time keeping focused. I produce a candle once more and watch a few drops roll down your shoulder and slightly down your chest. I peel away the wax and follow with another cube. Several times over I continue until I can take no more. I find myself in front of you again, crazed and hardly aware of my own actions. You are the object of my desire and I enter you easily. This time the slow, steady rhythm is no more as I give in to my own desires. "My Birthday Girl deserves a good and proper fucking, yes?" I manage to gasp. "YES!" your reply as our bodies become one. "Come with me please," you scream as we begin to swell. I had so much more planned and had so tried to deny myself, but succumb to your request. I explode with a fury and feel you receiving me with such intent as you release yet again. Time stood still as us. The fires heat coaxing us out of our blur causes me to realize you are still standing, restrained and barely standing on your own. "Come here Beautiful," I embellish as I pick you up ever so lovingly and carry you to the bed. "You were amazing tonight my Belle." As you curl up into my arms exhausted, I am so pleased. Although this is your Birthday weekend and I have much more planned, I am happy with the results thus far. You need your rest for the next few nights. I watch as you drift off with a smile on your face. "Happy Birthday my Jade," I whisper and kiss your neck. "Thank you," you purr..." I love Birthdays." Sleep. The deepest sleep. Violent Vandal Wandering the cold dark streets alone, boot heels clicking a sharp staccato off the walls surrounding her, Ilena walks, tall, and lithe wrapped in a full-length hooded fur coat that hugs to her curves like a second skin. As she paces methodically down the abandoned street Ilena feels a niggling shiver glide through her senses.Her nostrils flair and she turns suddenly, eyes glimmering in the shade of the hood she wears. Walking with purpose Ilena's heels clicking matching a beat in the distance thrumming into her soul. For some strange reason as she approaches the bar with the wild beat and the warm welcoming ambience she feels a tingling anticipation.Slowly removing her fur coat Ilena hands it in to the coat check and pays her cover. Her body, lithe, and barely concealed by a dress tailored to cling to every graceful curve. Sheathed from neck to knee in a navy blue dress, sequin spangled that glimmers like the night sky as she glides deeper into the throng of bodies dancing in a bumping rhythm to the live band.With coal black hair falling in soft ringlets around her shoulders and face, skin the color of cream, and sparkling eyes a predatory topaz. Her presence making people instinctively pull away and squirm in uncomfortable attraction, wanting to be near her but sensing something sinister behind her eyes. Oblivious to it all Ilena searches through the crowded room her head turning in an elegant swivel to take in everyone present.Ultimately her eyes fall on the one figure she came here searching for. Dominic a dark brooding man clothed in a long sleeved white cotton shirt the tie at his throat partially pulled from his collar revealing the sheer brawn of him by the width of his neck and broad shoulders barely concealed by fabric tugging over gristle. Ilena's eyes linger on him taking in his shape and masculinity. The perfect V from his shoulders to his lean waist caught and captured by a thin belt through the loops of his tailored black slacks.Dominic's black hair cut to a close bristle, his intelligent sea foam green eyes taking in the lithe form of Ilena as she paces forward. Craven need, sparking in her amber eyes, and seeping out around her like a heady fog. From the top of her ebony locks to the sole of her knee high black boots everything about her signals danger to those that don't know her and even for those that do. They come together in the middle of the grinding bump of the dance floor the cadence of the music making their hearts pound in time with the beat. With one tender finger Dominic traces the curve of your luscious jaw and tucks a stray ringlet behind her ear. With a primal growl Ilena sweeps his hand away with one of her own, and whispers through clenched teeth. "I'm not here for that Dominic, You know what I want."Nodding somewhat chagrined, Dominic takes Ilena by the wrist and draws her up the narrow stairs to his apartment above the bar. The crowd making reluctant way for them as they pass confused by the urgency emanating off the seductive couple. Dominic reaches up for the key resting on the top of the door jamb and unlocks the door drawing Ilena inside, her foot deftly hooking around the door as they enter slamming it shut behind them and pulling her wrist free of Dominic's grasp. With one quick motion Ilena slaps Dominic across the face and snarls. "How dare you touch me like that Dominic."Shaking his head sea foam eyes search her topaz glare, the thumb of his right hand gliding along his bottom lip along with his tongue trailing through the blood that her slap drew as his lip collided with his perfect teeth. "You're a bitch Ilena you come to me for one reason and then treat me like this?" showing Ilena the shining droplet of blood on his thumb. Growling softly Ilena jumps at him fingers clawed aiming for his face. With casual ease Dominic catches her wrists before they can damage him, the muscles of his torso rippling. Pushing her back against the door with a hard slam they fall together kissing hungrily. The blood from his lip painting her lips a ruby red their teeth and tongues tangling wildly.Releasing her wrists as her hands relax from their claws Dominic grinds his lower body to hers his erection pressed into her sequined hips. Panting and writhing against the door Ilena lifts her legs to wrap around his waist, hands coming up to tear his shirt off buttons flying in every direction, nails scratching over the dark olive of his skin leaving welted trails as they grind together. Finally her fingers curl around the tie at his throat pulling it apart and letting it fall to the side.Ilena roughly strips the shirt off of him as her feet find the floor, using the leverage she deftly spins from him and uses the cuffs of his shirt to immobilize his arms behind him. Groaning in frustration Dominic tries to fight free of the fabric cuffs but even with all his glistening muscle nothing gives. Stepping in front of him with a wicked grin Ilena pulls the belt at his waist undoing it in two quick jerks and sliding it free of the loops the slacks settling lower on his hips. Stepping closer Ilena scratches her nails deftly through his happy trail that disappears under his waist band. With nimble fingers Ilena undoes his slacks and peels them off his slim hips, in his usual fashion Dominic isn't wearing underwear so his erection pops free the length curving to his belly. A glistening drop of pre-cum sparkling at its tip with the foreskin of his cock rolled back slightly with the building pressure of the pleasure boiling inside his cock. Taking the length of his cock in her hands Ilena softly tugs on it pulling him forward out of where his slacks have pooled around his feet. As Dominic moves forward, he steps out of his loafers, and slacks. His bare feet moving slowly over the cold tile floor only moving to keep up with Ilena as she steps backward avoiding the various obstacles, a coffee table, couch, and end tables.As Ilena reaches her goal she slowly side steps and releases Dominic's cock pressing him face first into an X cross and strapping first his ankles then removing the shirt cuffs and using the cuffs on the cross to secure him there. Stepping to her right there is a small armoire with various pleasure tools. Picking two of her favorites she first steps behind Dominic and strokes her hand softly up and down his length a few times then reaching around his head places a silk blindfold over his eyes tying it tight to block out all his vision. As her boots click on the tile behind him Ilena gently glides the pleasure whip randomly over his skin. Watching his muscles flinch under Dominic's skin a soft purr escaping Ilena with each playful tease. Watching his body tense with each touch of the whip and click of her boot heels Ilena finally stops to his left and swings the whip leaving nice lines of red stripes across his ass. Finding her rhythm she works the whip randomly over his backside, striking along his butt, ribs, quads, and shoulders. Feeling the pulsing beat from the band below through the floor and work its way through her a feral purr emanating from Ilena as she works herself into a frenzied state. Finally exhausted she lets her head fall back the whip falling to the floor and she steps to Dominic. With her tongue she traces every red welt from the whip and working her way lower she kneels on the hard tile and strokes Dominic's rock hard cock from behind with both hands, her sweating cheek resting against his red welted butt. Rising gracefully to her feet hands still working Dominic's cock she whispers in his ear. "God I want you inside me Dominic."Growling back he mutters, "Get me out of this contraption Ilena and I'll fuck your brains out." With that Ilena undoes the blindfold and unlocks the cuffs releasing this bear of a man. Her tongue gliding over her lips tasting the blood from their earlier kiss. Unexpectedly he turns and grasps the oval collar of her dress ripping it down the front sequins flying in a cloud around them, settling to the floor in soft clinks. Ilena's eyes widening only slightly as the dress falls away revealing her curvaceous form, naked save the boots rising to her knees. As his sea-foam green eyes stroke possessively up her body, Dominic lunges at her gathering her up in his arms and slamming her to the bed behind them.With one forceful thrust of his hips he buries himself inside her balls deep looking into those predatory topaz eyes and working his hips back and forth hard and fast inside her. Feeling Ilena's velvet folds draw him deeper, her sex sopping wet with desire and need, Dominic's large hands cupping her ass as he grinds in deep wiggling his hips from side to side as he penetrates her filling and pushing her to climax. Ilena's hands fist into the bed sheets rocking her hips as much as possible in his steel grip. All the pleasure of the evening narrowing to the dick piercing into her needy body and quickly making Ilena pant in ecstasy. Her body bowed to his thrusts all forgotten but that point between her thighs as he grinds into her the head of his cock slamming into her cervix making her groan.Unclenching her fists from the sheets she finds Dominic's forearms with her nails and digs in hard, tightening the fulcrum of their bodies together with pain and lust. Her tongue darts out of her mouth drawing her lip back and biting on it hard, tasting her own blood as it mingles with his. As her head pushes back into the bed she moans. "Oh! Fuck! Yes! Take me Dominic!" With that Dominic jackhammers his hips into her one hand pressing into her belly and thumb teasing her clit till she's squirming and writhing on his cock. He pulls out and Thrusts one more time holding still inside her feeling his cock pulse as he cums with a grunt against her cervix, the fountaining sensation against her center takes her over the edge and she screams body rocking away in wild waves of release.Pulling from her Dominic crawls up the bed and kneels over her shoulders his cock positioned at her mouth. One word tumbles from his lips as the tip of his flaccid cock grazes her lips "Suck". With consummate skill Ilena opens her mouth and slurps the head of his cock into her mouth working her tongue around the salty head tasting his sperm.Ilena runs her tongue under the foreskin of his cock and teases his glans with her tongue tip. Humming softly as she feels his cock harden, she moves one hand up to massage his balls and the other to move up and down the silken wet shaft, her mouth making up the rest of the distance. Feeling her pussy oozing out with their comingled juices she writhes and sucks more of his hardening length into her mouth. Her head and hand moving back and forth bringing him back to full attention, Ilena's fingers massaging his balls feel them harden as she slowly pushes up harder with her head Dominic reaches behind her head and helps her deep throat the whole of his cock.Working her throat muscles around it she begins to bob her hear once more slowly building his pleasure. As his head falls back with her free hand she teases her nails down the crack of his ass and feels him thrust into her mouth. Finally he starts to work his hips again pumping wildly into her throat. With her body tingling and the heels of her boots digging into the bed she releases his balls and grabs his ass hard Ilena's mouth working effortlessly along his cock.Feeling everything tensing up for another explosion Dominic removes his hands from Ilena's head and leans back on one arm. His body glowing with sweat and lean muscled perfection closing his eyes Dominic cums in a convulsive grunt, his body quaking in ecstatic release, pulling free of Ilena's mouth he falls to his side exhausted. Ilena shifts and spoons into his back their almost naked bodies fitting together perfectly as the drift off to sleep. Yours...On my knees I am kneeling before you. Eyes downcast, waiting. A shadow passes across my face and for a moment I forget myself and glance up to see what cast it... and my eyes meet your cock, standing ready, so close... a tiny gasp catches in my throat, and then I remember and lower my gaze. Then your fingers, so gentle, are playing across my features, tracing my brow, my cheekbone, my jaw, sliding underneath to my throat. I am trembling. Still gentle and yet demanding now, your hand closes slightly, grasping, tilting my face upward. Permission to meet your eyes has not been given and so I carefully keep my lashes lowered, peeking through at what still stands ready before me, pulse quickening, mouth and tongue heating, lips wanting, dying to part but held firmly shut by my last scrap of will. A rumbling chuckle from you. I know you must be amused.You move your hand again, this time sliding up my cheek and into my hair. Your touch is so soft... until you make a fist, clenching where hair meets scalp, the stinging shock bringing tears to my eyes. With this leverage you tilt my face upward even further, and I understand your unspoken bidding and meet your gaze... gentle, playful, and yet I cannot miss the steel beneath. The command, quiet and soft, holds the same:"Open."...And I do.There is a shift in the balance between us. A mere inch, perhaps two, and the tip of your cock brushes between my lips. Faster than thought, my tongue reaches for you, but then your grip tightens on my hair and you say, "Now, now." With those two words, I know what you want: you want me ready, willing, eager beyond the limits of my own patience. You intend to find out just where those limits are. I am burning with humiliation. You shift your hips and I feel your cock brushing back and forth, first against my lower lip and then against my upper. Lower. Upper. Again. Keeping your fist in my hair, you place the thumb of your other hand on my chin and gently pry my mouth open even wider. Your gaze is stern and I understand that I am to hold this position, no matter my desires.Then, pressure. Unhurriedly, you sink your cock in, inch by maddening inch. It is torture to wait, feeling your skin slipping past my lips, tasting the salt and musk that is the taste of you. Deeper, probing my soft palate, momentarily stopping my air flow... then moving past, giving me breath. Your soft pubic hairs tickle my nose, but I barely have time to register that before your cock is pressing against the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes. I am utterly mortified, fighting my gag reflex and not even allowed to give you the pleasure I am dying to give. I try to cry out, "Please! Please..." but all I can manage is a small choking sound.I feel your touch on my forehead, beckoning my eyes to yours. I meet your gaze, and you smile. "Now."Given my own lead, I can't help but engage in a few ravenous strokes, taking you down my throat with such fury that you grunt and sway a little on your feet. After some moments I realize that I'm taking you swiftly to the end... Not yet ready to finish, I reign in, let you stand at the brink for just a moment, and then slowly, slowly bring you back down. I feel your fist gripping my hair... you are a touch frustrated but too awash in pleasure to really mind. Good. Slowly. Pressing with my tongue and lips, withdrawing till it's just the head in my mouth, rubbing the ridge of your cock head back and forth first against the roof of my mouth and then against my upper lip, in... out. Stroking the underside with my tongue, memorizing every line, every rise and fall. Gripping the thick base of your shaft with one hand, pressing with my thumb on the very place where cock meets balls... withdrawing my embrace... one pace at a time until you're completely out of my mouth, and then placing one sweet, nearly chaste kiss just on the tip. I sit back a little, look up and meet your gaze, all innocence. A look passes between us and I know that my control over this is only seconds from being wrenched out of my hands... but then you're in my mouth again, deeper, all the way into my throat... and stop. Holding you there, I swallow against you. Again. Withdraw for breath, dragging my tongue against the pulse I feel building in you, and then back into my throat... swallow. When again I come up for breath your hands on my head seek to restrain me, keep that cock deep inside, but I need air. And so the struggle begins, you moaning and occasionally uttering challenges to my virtue, thrusting against me and yanking on my hair when I let you out too far, and me pushing, first with you and then against you, gripping sometimes your hips and sometimes your balls, urgently trying to stay on top of the rising tide. And now... tears are streaming down my face because this has become more choking than breathing... I'm a mess, my panties are soaked through with wanting you and my whole body trembles. I'm barely able now to keep up with the rhythm we've achieved. Somehow I manage to meet your eyes, and you know that it's coming to your turn again. You slide a hand under my chin, around my throat... and I surrender control to you once more......It is time. Stroke by stroke I feel the intensity building within you. For my own part, I have become a helpless vessel, struggling to keep my mouth in some sort of useful, controllable shape, but it is hopeless. You are using me, slamming in and out of me with no regard for my comfort or your own. The best I can possibly do is to suck in every scrap of air I can find, fight my gag reflex down and let my involuntary drool and humiliated tears flow freely. I am absolutely on fire with my need of you. This moment is bliss.Suddenly, every part of you tightens. Your grip on my throat, the flesh of your balls, even the angle of your rigid cock is suddenly contracting, coiling like a spring. Your strokes have become wild and arrhythmic, plunging deeper still into my throat and completely cutting off my air. Growling, digging your choking fingers into my willing throat, you force my head back; force me to meet your eyes. "You. Fucking. Whore." You say it with such adoration.And then, seed. It erupts from you with such force that I'm hard-pressed to swallow it all; indeed, some of it spills past my lips and down my chin. Salty, bitter, and incredibly sweet. Even as I'm finishing it, I find myself smiling. You may have come, but your cock doesn't seem to know that; it is still hard as iron. Our eyes meet once again, and there is a challenge between us. Do we go on as we have? Can we? Then you push me off of you, roughly; you are still in control and I had better know it. Smiling your wicked little smile, you take my hand, help me to my feet. Gently wipe your seed from my face. Eyes holding mine, fingers playing in my impossibly mussed hair, you are the very picture of the tender and compassionate mate. I begin to wonder whether I imagined that look of mischief just moments ago... but then it returns, that wicked smile. Your hand slides around to the back of my neck and before I know it I am bent over, my sodden panties exposed and that which lies beneath deliciously vulnerable. I am aware of nothing so much as the slight motion of air against my hyper-sensitive skin, until I hear your voice in my ear, bringing me almost to my own rapture with just two words:"Your turn." Night Embrace I have you bound on my bed. You are naked, your wrists tied above your head, your legs bound wide apart. Completely available, totally vulnerable, and I can see you tremble as it hits you, that feeling of helplessness. Knowing how much bigger than me you are, how strong you are, how muscular, yet knowing that you have given yourself to me this way. I can feel it, feel the trust you have in me. Knowing that I will hurt you, deliciously, with love and savage tenderness, but that I would never injure you or use you or misuse you. Teasing my fingernails over your flat brown nipples, I see you lunge up slightly. I lean down and whisper in your ear. "It feels good, doesn't it pet?"You can only nod, your throat tight with tension and lust. I pluck at them with my fingers and nails, tugging them gently, teasing you. I lean down and lap at them with my tongue, first one, then the other. And then I suck on one, hard, biting you, pulling at you with my teeth. Again, one, then the other. You groan.Now they are rigid and wet. But not quite hard enough.I reach for an ice cube in the cup by the bed, and run circles around your nipples with it. The icy water runs down your chest and sides. I see you watching me, and I get the blindfold and put it around your eyes."I want you to just feel me, pet, not see me." I never tell you that it's too hard for me, to see your eyes when I do this to you. Knowing you could see my heart in my eyes, know how hard it is sometimes to take this role, yet knowing it's a deep need as well. And what a precious gift it is, this surrender to me. I take a deep breath, hoping you feel what I feel when I am naked and bound by you. The owned feeling, that sweet longing to be Yours, to do everything you command me to do. I take a long soft feather, and run it down your body, from wrists to ankles. It skims over your flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps over you. Then tickling it back up, slowly, erotically, watching you squirm and hearing you moan. My hands follow that same trail, skating over your bare skin, learning the textures of your body. The soft hair under your arms, the warm smoothness of your chest, the crisp hair framing your beautiful cock, your long hard legs, straining in the bonds, wanting to touch me. "Not yet, pet."Again I am drawn to your nipples. I shudder, knowing how good it feels when you suck on mine. I attack them greedily, sucking them into my mouth until you are moaning. Glancing down, I can see how aroused you are. Your cock is rigid, red, throbbing, fully erect. God, it's so beautiful. But I resist the urge to touch it, telling myself the same thing; not yet, not yet. I start to massage your body, feeling the muscles under the warm skin. Your inner thighs, along the line between hip and thigh. Close, so dangerously close to your cock, but never quite there. I can see you tremble when I grip your thighs. You want to spread them more, but the bonds won't let you. I know that feeling, pet. Wanting to be so open and available for you. Taking another ice cube, I run it along your thighs, down behind your knees, down to your ankles. Those sounds you make are driving me crazy. I can feel my own body tremnling in response. Next, I pour warm oil on my hands, and begin to handle your body. Smoothing down your arms, across your chest, your hips, your legs. Kneading the muscles, memorizing the feel of your body under my hands. That beautiful body you give to me so willingly.You are shiny with the sweet vanilla smelling oil. I simply stand there, admiring you, knowing you are there because you choose to be there, because you love me, because I love you. And that it's something we both crave, this exchange of power. But the lust is building inside me, pet. I slip my fingers into my wetness, and slather it on your lips. You greedily lick it off, whimpering slightly. "See what you to do me, pet?"You chuckle, and thrust your hips up. "See what you do to me, Mistress?" "Oh yes, I see it. Do you want me to touch it?" I ask innocently. A violent shudder rushes over your body. A hissed "Yesssssssssssssss," is all I want to hear. "Not yet," I answer.I see you tugging at the bonds, your muscles bulging and straining. I just smile wickedly. Moving down to the end of the bed, I unhook your ankle cuffs, one at a time, and retie them with your legs spread and up and open, looping heavy soft ropes under your knees to take the strain off your legs. I run my fingernails down your inner thighs, and I can see your battle, the battle inside you, hating to be bound like this, loving it at the same time. Taking a leather cock ring, I unsnap it, and quickly wrap it around the base of your throbbing length. Snapping it, it squeezes you gently, putting slight pressure around you, like my fingers would if I were gripping you. "Oh, fuck, Mistress," you groan, your hips thrusting up, trying to find my fingers again. Picking up the purple anal beads, I coat them with the slick lubricant. It's not something we have done yet, filling your ass, but I think it's time. I want you to feel what I feel when you fill me. Climbing on the bed, I straddle your body, facing away from you. My naked body under the nightgown settles on you. God, I do love the sounds you make when I touch you. I reach down, and spread your cheeks with my fingers. You tense, almost lifting my knees off the bed. "Wait, I........oh, God," you moan. I feel your capitulation, knowing what I am going to do, accepting it. I know it's not something you have done before. I know how much trust it takes for you to be bound like this. And I know how much you are going to love it.I start to insert the beads slowly, slipping one in, then pushing it in deeper with my finger. Then the next, slightly larger, until they are all the way inside you, the whimsical heart shaped handle the only thing showing. Your cock, Jesus, your cock is harder than I have ever seen it. A deep mauve, the head almost purple, the veins distended and throbbing. It takes my breath away, knowing I drove you to this. Rising off your body and the bed, I lean down and tell you, "I'm going to fuck you with them, my sweet." Your body shudders in response. I move around the bed, and kneel between your open legs. I slide a long finger into the handle, and put my hand reassuringly on your inner thigh. Slowly, I start to slide it in and out. The beads slide out, one at a time, then I shove them back in gently. You groan, a low throaty growl, and I keep fucking you. Your hips are starting to move with me, reaching for the beads. "It feels heavenly, doesn't it, dear?"You struggle to find words, I can see it. "Yesss."After long moments of sliding them in and out of you, I pull it out. I lay on the bed, and spread your cheeks wider, and start to lap at you with my velvety tongue. "Jeeeessssssuuuusssssssssssss Chriiissst," you roar. I know what you are feeling. Somewhat violated, exposed, naked, and me doing this wicked naughty thing to you, licking you in that private spot. The intimacy of it shakes you to the core. And I feel that exact moment when you surrender it all to me. Your body slumps, and you relax, and my tongue dips into you deeper. You open, yield, and I dig my tongue at you, wanting more, til you are writhing on the bed. Lifting my head, I shove two fingers into you, and dive down on your cock. Your hips surge up, driving your cock into my throat. I fuck you with my fingers, twisting them, pressing on your prostate, driving you wild under my mouth and hands. And I suck, suck hard, and you start to cum. Your body is locked, your head thrown back, your back arched, trying to get as much of you into my mouth as you can. I push hard inside you, and you jerk, flooding my mouth and throat with your creamy essence. I can feel your whole body shaking apart. I suckle you slowly, sweetly, drawing out the last trembling shudders and groans, and then release you. Your cock is still red and rigid.With unsteady hands I untie you. I felt the power of your surrender, and it has shaken me. Before I even have a chance to think about it, you are on me, pulling me under you, and driving your cock into my soaked sex. "Bitch," you whisper before your mouth claims mine. You fuck me. There is no other word for it, you fuck me with no finesse, just raw power and urgency, taking back the control you so willingly gave me a moment ago. I cling to you, lost in your body, in your possession, in your love. The climax, when it hits, is shattering. You follow me down into the vortex, screaming my name as you fill me. Collapsing on the bed, your heavy body covers mine, our bodies warm and damp. Your breathing is like a freight train, harsh and gulping. You roll off me, and I remove the cock ring. "Damn, woman, you said it would be intense, but I never knew. It gives me new respect for your surrender, my sweet." I just smile. You ain't seen nothing yet, my adorable pet. Innocent lover I am a good pet. I swear. But sometimes mistress drives me to it...I just want to touch her so bad. Touch her, taste her; fuck her. The problem is that she lives so far away. You see my mistress lives in Tennessee, while I'm in Mississippi. Our only contact has been through the internet. Tonight, that changes; my mistress is coming to visit her pet and finally, after years of patient waiting, her pet will be able to taste, touch, nibble and suck on his mistress. He'll finally pluck her sweet little cherry.She told me last week that she was coming to visit. I got excited, of course. I've know her for 3 years now and have never met her face-to-face. Of course I've fantasized about it; how could I not? She's the sexiest woman I've ever met. Perhaps I should describe my mistress for you, since you haven't seen her. My mistress stands about 5 feet, 6 inches tall, has long luscious red hair, the kind of hair you want to plunge your hands and face into. She's very pale and freckled, which she hates but which drives me absolutely wild. She's not petite, by which I mean she's not as thin as a post, but she's not horribly big either; she's the perfect size to fit in my arms.She arrives today. I'm so excited, and I have everything prepared. She knows that her pet's a kinky fuck, but has no idea what I've got in store for her. I've been cooking all day and my apartment smells exquisite. I have candles set up all over the place and before long they'll be casting their soft glow over every inch of space. On the table is a bouquet of long-stemmed roses, there's also a bouquet in my car for when I pick her up.As soon as I pick her up, I'm going to bring her back here, take her bags into the bedroom and tell her to go into the bathroom, where I've drawn a bath for her. It's a very girly bath, full of bath salts and nice smelling things, and floating on top is a sprinkling of rose petals. After she gets out of the bath, we eat. Once we're through with dinner, I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom, which is lit with candles. Slowly I strip her down to nothing and lay her down on her stomach. I straddle her butt and begin massaging her slowly, occasionally drizzling massage oil onto her back and butt. Now I get rebellious...Mistress doesn't like me touching her without permission, but she's so sexy that I can't help it. My hands wander up her leg and caress her virgin folds. She moans softly and I lean down and nip at her earlobe. Quickly she pushes me onto my back and ties my hands to my headboard. She asks if she gave permission to touch her that way. I grin defiantly and say no. She walks over to her bags and goes through them quickly, pulling out bits of clothing."Close your eyes pet. No peeking.""Yes mistress," I mutter, and shut my eyes. A few seconds go by and I hear cloth rustling, she's getting dressed..."You may open your eyes now pet. Look at your mistress, see how she's dressed for you."I open my eyes and my jaw drops to my chest. She's put on a pair of thigh high black nylons. You see, I have this fetish, not so much a pantyhose thing as it is a sock fetish...My mistress attends catholic school and the long socks are part of the uniform. God how many times have I stroked myself, thinking about her in just her socks and skirt, riding my throbbing cock? She walks seductively over to the bed and straddles my hips, and runs her hands up her stomach. She moans softly as she cups her breasts, teasing her nipples lightly."You've been very bad pet, touching your mistress without permission," she says as she runs one hand down her stomach and traces the outline of her pussy with one finger. "I'm sorry mistress..." I am, but she doesn't believe that I really am a good pet."No, you're not, pet; I can hear it in your voice. But you will be when I'm done with you."Slowly she teases me by touching herself. With one hand she pinches her nipples gently, twisting now and then. The other rests lightly between her thighs, fingering herself with first one, then two fingers. She moans softly as she curls them into her g-spot and she gives up on her nipples, sliding her free hand down to massage her clit. I can feel her muscles thrumming as she comes closer and closer to orgasm. She tosses her head and moans loudly, rubbing furiously at her clit. Finally, she comes, covering me with her sweet nectar. She pants and leans back against my knees."Mmm...That felt so good pet...Pity you're disobedient and couldn't participate..."I stare greedily at her soaked cunt, still throbbing from the orgasm she just gave herself. She holds the fingers that she had been fucking herself with near my face."See how wet your mistress' cunt is? You should have felt how tightly it was gripping my fingers, pet.""May I taste you mistress?" I ask. She holds her fingers up to my lips and I suck on the gently, wrapping my tongue around them, trying to get every last drop of her sweetness off of them. Reaching up, she unties me."Do you want to eat me pet?" I nod, of course I do. "Off the bed...Now."I slide off my bed and kneel in front of her."No, no pet. I want you naked first. Strip for your mistress."Slowly I strip off everything I'm wearing. She watches, eyes surveying me hungrily. I kneel before her again as she scoots to the edge of the bed. I gently put my hands on her knees and spread her legs wide. "Now pet...Pleasure your mistress."She twines her fingers in my hair as I bury my face in her pussy. She moans loudly as I slip my tongue deep into her. My hand creeps up her thigh and my fingers find her clit."Oh God that's good pet..." She mumbles as I rub her clit hard. She's close to coming again, I can feel it. Her muscles are tightening and she's panting for air. I flick my tongue against her g-spot gently as her cunt tightens around my tongue."Oh fuck pet...I'm coming...." She screams and pushes my face deeper into her throbbing pussy, drenching me with her come. I lap greedily at her sweet nectar, sucking up as much as I can. Mistress collapses back and I crawl onto the bed beside her and curl up. She strokes my hair as I nuzzle her neck. "Mm...Good pet," she says sleepily. She looks at me, surveying my body, and her eyes come to rest on my throbbing cock. "Oh dear pet...I've been a horrible mistress, haven't I? I've been getting all the pleasure and ignoring my poor horny pet..." She reaches down and strokes my cock slowly, making me moan. "What shall we do about this problem of yours, pet?""You could let your pet fuck you, mistress," I reply, not really hoping for it, she'd already come twice and I don't think she was up for passing out tonight."Mm...How does my pet want me?" She smiles and keeps stroking my cock.I groan softly. "How does my mistress want it?"She thinks about it and grins playfully. She grabs my hand and drags me into the bathroom and turns on the shower. "How about in there?"We wait for the water to warm up and I start nibbling and caressing her, teasing her nipples and clit, making her moan softly. We drag each other into the shower, touching and teasing and nibbling each other. I push her up against the wall and grind my cock gently against her clit. She takes my cock in her hands and guides it into her throbbing wet hole. Slowly she lowers herself onto me. I grab onto her ass as she wraps her legs around me and start fucking her slowly. I turn us around and lean back against the wall, letting the water hit her back. She moans low in her throat as I fuck her harder and faster, arching my cock into her g-spot hard. Deeper and deeper I thrust into her wet cunt, impaling her on it, grinding my hips against her clit. She moans that she's going to come again as I'm nearing orgasm myself. I shove her against the wall and fuck her hard and fast as she screams and drags her nails down my back. We come together and collapse into the running water, panting. Slowly we gather each other up and clean each other off. After our shower we towel off and drag our asses back to bed where we fall asleep cuddled together, mistress and pet, sharing warmth and closeness. Mirage She walked in the door, glad to be home. It hadn't been a miserable day at work, just a long one. Still, she decided she was in a pretty good mood as she hung her coat and walked a little further into the house. "Hey, babe?" She called questioningly. He jumped out from behind the closet door, pinning her chest against the wall, hands on the wall just a bit above her head. It was a bit rough, but not too much - maybe a slight sting, not pain. The man smirked a bit, kissing her neck gently at first. "How was your day, hon?" "Alright," she muttered as his kisses sped up, heated up. "Glad to see me?" "Yeah, of course," he said before biting her shoulder gently through the blouse. His hands released her to slowly trail down her sides, her curves, and eventually meet just below her waist. He began working on the button and zipper, slowly pulling her pants down as he kissed the nape of her neck. Already she was wet, almost soaking. "Still in there?" "Naturally," she answered. "I didn't touch all day, I promise." "Mmm," he murmured as he finally got her pants off and she stepped out of them. "Good girl." He kissed the back of her head as his hands slid back up her legs, feeling them until he reached her underwear and started pulling that down too. "Going to behave tonight?" He asked, his voice taking a tinge of dominance. "Of course... master," she said after a pause. As her panties passed her knees, she started reaching back towards his pants, wanting to feel him. He stopped pulling down her panties, stopping quickly to pin her arms - firmly, not harshly - against the wall. "Talon..." she groaned. "Mmm, not yet, my pet. You said you'd behave." He finished getting her panties out of the way, leaving her naked from the waist down and with her ass fully revealed to him. He slipped his hands between her thighs, running a finger up and down her slit and feeling the end of the dildo sticking out a bit. "So how did it feel?" "Oh, god," she answered. "I felt full all day. All I had to do was walk a certain way and it'd shift a bit..." He grinned as he took the end in his hand and started pulling, slowly. She gasped as it began to exit her, as he kept going slowly, too slowly for her taste. His mouth returned to her neck, breathing over it and kissing it hotly, while his other hand rested on her side. "Master, please, don't go so slow... please..." The man smirked, biting her ear gently and tugging on it before nodding. "Alright, my pet..." and he pulled a bit faster. Still, he made sure she felt each inch come out of her as she was slowly emptied. His free hand moved to her blouse, deftly undoing the buttons - he had had lots of practice, after all. She groaned as the last bit was taken out and tossed aside, just as he got the last button of her blouse undone. "Thank you, master," she whispered. The empty feeling was nice after a whole day with it up there... though she was sure it wouldn't last for long. Not that she was complaining. "You...?" "Not yet," he answered her with a grin, tossing her blouse aside and quickly getting rid of her bra as well. She had been home for less than twenty minutes, she was ass-naked - literally - and he was still fully clothed. It was torture, and they both knew it. But it was the good kind. "Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs a bit." He ordered her as he took a step back to give her room. She complied, missing his touch or not. The man took a vibrator from his pocket - four inches, just to begin - and turned it on low. She closed her eyes at the sound, knowing what was next. He rubbed up and down her slit, once, twice, three times, just to get the moisture, then lubed it up with some from his pocket. "A little further," he muttered, and she spread herself a couple more inches, revealing whichever hole he wanted. He grinned as he slowly pushed it into her ass, partially to make her feel it, partially not to hurt her. She moaned as the last inch made its way in, although she had been expecting more. "Is that all?" She asked, almost disappointed. Quickly he grabbed her sides and pushed himself into her back, not painfully, but to make her feel the bulge in his pants. "What was that, pet?" He asked with dominance. "Are you behaving?" "Yes master, I'm sorry master," she answered quickly. "I'll behave. Please, more?" "Good girl," he muttered, backing off again and turning the vibrator up a setting, eliciting another moan from her. His left hand traced up her side again, gently running over her breast as he finally turned it to the highest setting before removing it slowly. She held back her whimper as he pulled out another vibrator, eight inches this time, and lubed it up. "Just one more, my pet. Just one more." "Thank you mas- ooh fuck," she moaned, cut off, as he shoved the eight incher in, getting the first four in one thrust. The last half went in on the second thrust, leaving her gasping for air. He smirked, "it's not even on yet." His hands traced up his wife's sides again, and he leaned in and kissed her shoulder sweetly - a brief moment of love, just because, well, he hadn't shown her any since she had gotten home. He leaned in to her ear and kissed it softly before backing off again, taking his role back - and turning the vibrator straight to the highest. She moaned, loud, not suspecting that... not even close to suspecting that. "Oh fuck master, that feels so good..." His smirk returned as he took the last bit sticking out of her ass and began pulling and pushing the vibe in and out of her, giving and taking about three of the eight inches. "Oh, thank you master..." she moaned again, her legs spreading a little bit more without her even meaning to, her breathing becoming ragged. "Please, master, please let me feel you?" He smiled and kissed her between her shoulder blades. "Alright, pet. Turn around, on your knees." She waited for a moment, expecting him to remove the vibe, but he left it in. "Pet?" He asked a bit sharply, dominantly, and she complied, looking at him quizzically. The act of kneeling shifted the vibe, and her eyes closed in pleasure as she gasped on the way down. The man smirked, quickly undoing his pants and boxers, leaving his shirt on and leaving her eye-to-eye with his mongrel. She looked up at him questioningly, and he nodded. "Yes, master..." she murmured, leaning forward to take him into her mouth, first half, then licking her way back up his shaft until it was just the head, then engulfing the whole thing. The entire time the vibrator buzzed away happily in her ass, giving her shocks and tingles, making her moan around his dick more than once as she moved back to the head, focusing on that spot just under the tip. She loved his reaction to that, and they both knew it as he groaned, his hands resting on her shoulders, his body shivering a bit as she licked faster at that one spot, not sure if she should make him cum, but knowing she loved to swallow. "Alright pet, that's enough," he murmured, gently pushing her off of himself. She sighed, but nodded, looking up and wondering what would come next. "Turn around," he ordered, grabbing a pillow from the couch and setting it in front of her. "Bend over." "Yes, master," she murmured, getting on her hands and knees in front of him, presenting her ass even more than it had been before. "Hands behind your back," was the next order. An odd one, but she complied, now seeing the reason for the pillow as she rested her head on it. He grabbed the handcuffs - odd she hadn't noticed them - and cuffed her wrists together behind her back, leaving her not only exposed but helpless. Finally he removed the vibe, leaving her moaning as each inch slowly came out before he turned it off and set it aside. "Are you ready, my pet?" He asked, finally tossing off his shirt. "Yes, master... please master... please give it to me..." She begged, not only for his sake, but her own. She was built up from all that, built up from having the dildo in her all day, ready to cum, and for him to cum. "Please..." He nodded, lubing himself quickly before placing his hands on her hips and pressing himself into her ass, letting her take the first two inches slowly and nicely. "Mmm, that feels goo-" she began to thank him as he pushed the last few in all in one thrust, making her groan again. "Fuck master, please, please fuck me" she begged quickly, needing him even more. He grinned and pulled out before thrusting again, making her take it all at once. "Oh god..." she groaned as he began to speed up, his own breathing quickly ragged - after all, messing with her that long had made him plenty built up himself. "Yes master, please, yes..." her words became incoherent, a mix of groans, moans and "oh fuck YES" as he sped up, eventually reaching their maximum hard and fast. He began moaning, pulling on her hips and pressing himself further into her ass. A few thrusts later and she was screaming some wordless scream as she came, her whole body shaking with the feeling. He had thought he had been going as fast as possible, but her scream gave him a last burst of energy, his hands tightening on her hips, a half dozen thrusts even faster - prolonging her orgasm as it built up his own to... He groaned, let out a "fuck, YES" and released himself in his wife's ass, continuing to thrust as he came... and came... and came, leaving her ass plenty full. The man groaned once more, one last thrust releasing what little was left of him, before relaxing his body. He released her hips, letting his hands rest on her gently. "God, Steve, that was amazing," she said, laughing. He nodded. "Yeah, me too." His body slouched a bit, all the tension released. He slowly pulled it out, though they both sighed as he did, his dick quickly softening. He grabbed the key and uncuffed his wife, helping her stand and gently rubbing her wrists to release the tension. He laughed and looked at the door - they hadn't moved three feet away from it since she got home. He kissed her softly and she returned it. "Feel better?" "Mmm, yeah." She laughed. "Might be a bit sore back there for a day or two though." He smirked and responded, before kissing her again, "No problem. We've got two others to play with."   Wulf  "Tell me a fantasy," he said. He saw a shy look cross her face. She always seemed to have trouble with this question, even though her fantasies were no weirder than his."This one's a little strange," she began."Feh. Personally, I only think about Ozzie and Harriet, Norman Rockwell, and Alice in Wonderland."Beast! Don't tease me, or I won't tell you anything.""I'll be good. Here, let me snuggle up and hold you while you tell me." He did as he suggested, and she snuggled into his embrace.She took a deep breath. "Okay, well, this one's about the Wolf. I think I told you once that I had vampire fantasies."He nodded encouragingly, although he was somewhat confused by the sudden juxtaposition of the Wolf with vampires."That probably didn't mean what you thought it did. I mean, I love vampire novels, and I love to bite and be bitten while making love, but I don't actually have sexual fantasies about vampires -- that's just a sort of facetious way of telling new lovers that I'd like them to bite me. So, I'm sort of surprised at the turn things have taken." She sighed and seemed at a loss as to how to continue.He caressed her shoulder and spoke very gently. "Tell me the rest.""Well, you know that we've been talking a lot about trust and a little bit about submission."He nodded."Um, and in the last couple of weeks, I've had this fantasy of giving myself to the Wolf, of having you let the Wolf out and of having him bite me for real.""For real?""Yes." She was only whispering now. "I dream of having you rip my throat open with your teeth and taste my blood, as if I were the Wolf's prey." She looked down, embarrassed."Honey." She looked up. "It's okay. I have weird fantasies, too. I don't mind this one; I even sort of like it.""You don't understand." She was still whispering."What don't I understand?""You know how there are the it-gets-me-hot-to-think-about-it-but-I'd-never-really-want-to-do-it sorts of fantasies, and then there are the kind you really want to do?""Of course."She gulped. "This is one that I really want to do."He was still for a moment, and she looked at him anxiously."Um, is everything okay?" she asked.He hugged her tightly. "Everything's fine. I was just wandering around internally, assessing my reaction.""Oh. And?""Well, I'm petrified, but the Wolf is practically slavering at the very thought."She grinned at the image. "That's okay, love -- I never thought that you would want to do it."You don't get out of it that easily.""Huh?""I didn't say I didn't want to do it; I just said I was petrified. I was petrified at my first flogging, but I did it anyway.""Oh." She gulped. "Uh, so when would you like to do this?""Right now."He shifted something around internally, and the Wolf came forth. Although his features were still the same, he was wearing them differently, so he looked different. She had told him that this was so, so he tried it once in front of a mirror. His face was sterner somehow as the Wolf, more feral. The gentle kindly man she'd been talking to was still present, but he was now secondary; the Wolf was primary.She was clearly aware that the change had taken place, because she laid down on the bed, arched her head back, and presented her throat to him. Her trust excited him, and he moved swiftly towards her. "You're sure?" he growled.Her voice was breathy but firm. "Quite sure."He bent his head to her neck and bit her, gently at first, letting her excitement build before he went further. She gasped at the first bite, seemingly somewhat surprised that reality was catching up with her fantasy.He bit her harder, though still not breaking the skin, taking a series of hard, sucking bites from earlobe to collarbone. Since she was always an easy bruiser, the purple came up almost at once. She moaned at every bite and arched her head even further back.He continued biting her, a little harder each time, until she began thrusting with her hips, fucking the air.He sank his teeth into her neck, as hard as he could. Human teeth were not built for a wolf's job, so once he had bitten down, he jerked his head sharply to one side. The flesh of her throat ripped open and began to bleed. She yelped but did not draw away.He lapped delicately at the blood that ran from the wound. When the area around it was clean, he fastened his mouth to her neck and sucked. He drank briefly, then raised his head and bared his teeth at her, so that she could see her blood in his mouth. She shivered. "Do you like it?" she asked.A wolfish smile was the only answer he could give her -- the words had gone away.He lowered his mouth to her throat again and sucked in another mouthful of rich red blood. She moaned. He could see her carotid artery, pulsing scarcely an inch away from the gash in her neck. "I could have killed her, had I so desired," he thought, and again her trust filled him with emotion. In his other self, trust sometimes made him feel humble, but the Wolf felt bold, excited, and lustful. He fastened his mouth to the spot directly over her body's most important artery and bit, very gently. She did not flinch, but she did open her eyes and look at him. "You can't frighten me like that."A wild emotion seized him, and he pushed her head to the other side, exposing the side of her neck that was as yet unmarked. "Do it!" she whispered. Her encouragement was a rush, and he lowered his mouth to her neck, chose a safe spot, and again ripped her open with his teeth. It wasn't enough; he wanted more. He sank his teeth into the wound in her neck and bit her hard, making the wound deeper and wider. The sight of her beneath him, bleeding from two wounds that he had made, yet still with her head thrown back, still offering him her throat, affected him like a drug. He fastened his mouth to the wound, sucking and biting, filling his mouth with her life's blood, filling his heart with her heart's blood.He became too excited to trust himself with her throat, so he moved on to something where wild aggressive motions couldn't hurt her. He thrust his cock into her. That she was as wet as he'd ever seen her only inflamed him further. She hadn't been lying when she said she wanted him to take her throat. This fresh evidence of her trust in him and her desire for him made him even more excited, and he began thrusting hard. She came after just a few moments, and this brought him to the edge of orgasm himself. He sank his teeth into her neck again, and still thrusting, came, screaming his pleasure into her throat.They rested in each other's arms briefly, then he got up and came back to the bed with a bottle of alcohol. She winced when she saw it, and he said, "Human bites infect easily.""I was bitten by a Wolf.""With human teeth, love, and human germs.""And a human heart. Anger Undeserved  He came home from work, slamming the door hard and throwing his coat and bag on the ground, his eyes alight with anger as he saw me, kneeling and naked in the middle of the living room, just like he had asked of me. I was sitting back on my heels lightly, a blindfold on, and my hands were crossed in front of me.I heard him come in and jumped, the door scaring me. Suddenly, he had me around the throat, up against the wall. I was gasping for breath, terrified for just a few seconds, my air supply completely cut off."You need to be severely punished, bitch," he said, spitting in my face.I started to tremble, my body pumping with adrenaline as he let me go. Sir had never treated me like this before- what had I done wrong?I heard Sir going through the drawer with all of our toys in it- the toys he used on me- and then he grabbed me roughly, twisting his fingers into my hair and dragging me onto the bedroom. He gruffly handcuffed my arms to the bed, spreading them to opposite corners."Get that ass up, you whore- NOW," he said demandingly, and I quickly brought my hips up, sticking my ass into the air as far as I could. Before I could even think, I felt the sharp sting of the flog right across my ass. I cried out, surprised at how hard he was going already, but he continued relentlessly, flogging me all over my ass and the back of my thighs, then up my back.Surely he was breaking my skin- my whole body was burning, hurting, aching, and there was no relief. Sir had never treated me like this- I sobbed, crying and screaming into the pillow as I tried to think back, wondering what I could possibly have done to make him hate me like this.I thought about using my safe word, but decided that maybe I could make him happy by not using it and dealing with the punishment I deserved.He flogged me for a solid ten minutes; then it stopped, and all I could hear was his heavy breathing. Sir almost never got this emotional when he was flogging me- it was at that moment that I actually got scared. My body was shaking, my back and ass and legs burning as I cried hysterically into the pillow, trying to keep my cries from being too loud- Sir would only be angrier if I started screaming and crying from the pain. If I had been able to talk, I would've begged him to stop- but my voice was completely raw from screaming, and I couldn't utter more than sounds and grunts.Suddenly I felt the bed shift; I still had my blindfold on, so I could not see what Sir was doing. I found out quick enough.Sir grabbed my hair painfully tight, twisting his fingers into it, and then he unceremoniously shoved his cock all the way into my mouth, making me gag and shudder. He facefucked me until he came hard, as tears streamed down my face and I gagged again and again. He pulled out as he shot his load, cumming all over my face, and I cried harder at this. I had been so good for the flogging and the facefucking, and he hadn't even let me taste him!He ripped the blindfold off, and slapped me hard, his cum smeared all over my face, letting out a low growl."Shut the fuck up, slut, and stop crying," he said menacingly. Then he got off the bed, and I didn't hear him anymore.The lights went off, and the door closed, leaving me alone in the dark. I cried and cried, staying in the same position Sir had left me in.What seemed like hours later, as I drifted in and out of a restless weariness, my world was lit up. I was only half conscious, my body shivering and spasming as I cried dry tears, my body heaving from sobs. I felt hands on my back and I screamed again; the hands disappeared. The handcuffs were undone, and I felt a hand moving softly down my arm, a voice murmuring something that I couldn't understand.I only closed my eyes tightly, curling up on myself as fresh tears started. My whole body ached- my arms and shoulders were on fire, and I could feel my back, butt, and thighs oozing blood. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to look at whoever was in the room, and then I felt Sir's fingers, just two of them, travel down my cheek.I would like to believe that I did this because of what I had just gone through, but whatever the reason, I flinched, turning my face away from his fingers, and continued to sob into the comforter. My body shaking as the sobs overtook my whole being.I hated him!Then I opened my eyes, wanting to throw myself at him and rip his hair, claw his face, ANYTHING to show him just a fraction of what he'd just put me through, but when I looked at him, he had tears streaking down his face. He sat on the bed, leaning toward me, and when he saw the intense glare I gave him, he closed his eyes, covering his face with his hands. He sunk off the bed, and from the looks of it, got down on his knees, ducking his head, but I was too tired to lean over and look at him.Let him suffer, I thought. He'd left me here to suffer, alone, so now he could. I drifted off into a restless sleep, woken intermittently by the soft sounds of crying coming from over the side of the bed.Sunlight streamed into the room as I opened my eyes, groaning loudly.What had HAPPENED to me last night? I tried to think back, closing my eyes tightly, and then it all came flooding back, and I let out a sob. I moved my hand to cover my mouth, and an intense pain shot through my body, starting at my shoulder; so intense, that I let out a loud yell, freezing all movement as my chest heaved.I looked around frantically, trying to figure out what to do next.Then, suddenly, I heard something stir where I couldn't see below the edge of the bed. I saw Sir's face, exhausted from lack of sleep, his eyes finding mine. I tried to summon some of the hate I had felt for him last night, but I couldn't, and my lower lip trembled. He watched me for a second, his eyes full of pain."Sir... what did I do?" My eyes filled with tears as I asked the question that had been haunting me all night, and Sir's face broke down again, tears falling fast and hard as he continued to watch me. My throat burned from talking, and I swallowed hard, wincing as my throat burned all the way down."NO," he said forcefully, still kneeling on the ground. "You did nothing wrong- do you understand me? This was NOT YOUR FAULT." His eyes were burning holes into me, and I shrank back against the bed, dropping my eyes to the comforterMy eyes were drawn to his face, again, and surely confusion was very plain on my face as I tried to comprehend what he was saying."Then..." I coughed, wincing as my throat burned and my entire body lit up in flames, again. I whimpered, trying to clamp my lips together. I could see Sir reach out for me with both hands, his face falling into misery again, but he drew them back almost as quickly. He took a deep shuddering breath, obviously ready to explain."I... It's not a good excuse, by any means," he said, shaking his head. "Would you like me to explain first or get you cleaned up first?" My eyes started to tear up again at the thought of anything touching my body, and I shook my head, hard, hurting my upper back with the sharp movements."Okay- please, honey, try not to move... you're re-opening all the..." He faltered for a second. "all the slices on your back every time you do," he finished, running a hand through his hair as he looked down at the bed. "You want me to explain first?""Yes," I croaked, and he jumped up quickly, looking at me pleadingly. "How about some water? Can I at least get you something to drink?" I murmured my consent, watching his back as he disappeared out the bedroom door.He was back in less than two minutes, two big glasses of water in his hands. He set one down on the bedside table, and the other he held in his right hand.Out of his pocket he pulled a long bendy thing, which, I realized as he stuck it in the glass of water, was a long straw. He brought the straw to my lips, and I sucked slowly, the water permeating into my mouth and soothing my raw throat. I closed my eyes, letting out a small sigh of content. I sucked greedily from the straw, wanting the whole glass, but Sir took the glass away, smiling just a little at me, his eyes still dull."Don't drink it all at once, hun- you'll get a stomach ache. I'll give you some more in a few minutes," he said softly, and my stomach twisted at how gently he was speaking to me. He was using a soft tone, keeping his eyes downcast and his face relaxed, like he was trying not to scare me or something."So, at work yesterday, I was fired- the frustrating thing was, that I was set up. A couple of my co-workers wanted me gone, so they set up all this stuff so that my boss would come in and see a file on my desk that was not supposed to be there. They planted the file, and my boss saw it, called me into his office, and instantly fired me. Didn't ask for an explanation or anything- just a 'Goodbye, have a nice life," Sir said, his teeth clenching and his hands tightening into fists. I decided to say something, before he got angry again."Sir, please don't let this story anger you again," I said pleadingly, a shiver running down my spine as I closed my eyes. "I will not be able to take anything more- you will surely kill me if you lose control again, Sir." I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see the pain on his face as he realized that I was right.I felt his fingers on my cheek, and this time, while I flinched, I did not shy away. Sir needed me, and no matter how my body reacted, I was going to be there for him."I am so sorry, baby," he whispered, and I shook my head."Sir, I understand that it was not truly YOU who did this to me. Please, continue with your story," I said, still with my eyes closed. He took a deep breath and continued."Ah, yes, well, I left the office as calmly as possible, but of course I was mad. When I got out to my car, they had keyed it- there are marks running up and down the sides of it. At the time, it had only heightened my anger," he said, and I opened my eyes, seeing him shaking his head. "Now I see that I shouldn't have let it get to me, but then, I was more mad that they had the nerve to do it, not that they had done it.""Well, they were all standing around one of their cars, so I put my things from my office in my car and then I headed towards them," he said, pausing now. I watched his face intently, and it was then that I realized he had a black eye forming, and there were a few small cuts on his face."I lost control, Fallon..." He said, slowly losing it again, bringing his hand up to run through his hair. "I completely lost control, and I started a fight. There were five of them. I held them off pretty well for awhile, but in the end I had to split- there were too many of them, and I was losing the fight pretty badly. I ran to my car, and I made a beeline for home."His eyes flashed to my face, anger melting into sadness again as his eyes roamed over my bruised and bloody body."I was, and still am, angry with myself- for running away from them. That went against every dominant thread in my body. It was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done. I don't know why I did it, and I don't want to know. All I care about right now is YOU. Because you need care- very badly. I will call someone, if that is what you want. I can have that friend of yours come, or my sister would gladly come right now, I am sure of it," he proposed, his voice heavy and quiet. I watched him, confusion again evident on my face."Sir... I would like to have your sister's help, if you cannot," I said, trying to keep my voice even as I thought of him leaving me. He looked at me, surprised, and then he leaned down, looking right in my eyes as he held my face with both hands."No, no, that's not why I was offering at all. I ALWAYS have time for you, my precious beautiful jewel. I just..." He trailed off, and a tiny bit of fear flickered in his eyes before dying away. "I was simply offering you another person, in case you did not want me to touch you. In case you were scared of me."I just stared at him, my face going blank with shock."S...S... Sir, I do not... I am not," I was speechless, trying to put into words what I was feeling."Shhhh, it's alright- do you really want me to help you?" He looked almost not sad anymore, and despite everything, that brought joy to my heart."Of course I do, Sir. How could I ever want anyone else to?" I gave him a tiny little smile, and he just looked at me; now it was his turn to be shocked."Fallon...""Yes, Sir?""You really are the most beautiful and wonderful woman I have ever met. You are showing me that in new ways every single day," he said, his face going from shock to awe and adoration, and I blushed deeply, looking away from him."Sir, everyone deserves forgiveness. Tempers are very hard to keep," I said, my eyes on the comforter.We were quiet for a few moments, and then he leaned closer, clearly intending to kiss me, but completely unsure about it."Please, Sir, I want you to kiss me- I just can't move my head to meet you," I said finally, exasperated that he had sat there so long, so close to my lips. "Kiss me, Liam, please." I whispered his name, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips gently to mine as we both let out a small sigh of relief."Now, how are we going to go about this," Sir said, his eyes darting over my body."Well, Sir-" He stopped me with another kiss."Please, just call me Liam right now, Fallon. I can't bear to hear you call me Sir after what I've done to you," he said, keeping his eyes averted. I sighed, unsure of what to say, and then I continued."Okay, Liam," I said softly, his name sounding slightly odd coming out of my mouth. "My backside is probably the worst, and it's making a mess all over your bedding, so maybe you could wipe it down? I'm not sure- you could just put me in the tub, but I will dirty the water an awful lot right now. I don't think I can stand- a shower would be the best way." I ramble on, nervous now for the pain that was coming."Hey, hey, baby- relax," Liam says, his eyes connecting to mine and instantly calming me. I take a few deep breaths, closing my eyes, and I lean my cheek against the comforter, trying to relax my body."Sorry... I am just afraid," I say, trembling a little bit. Liam brought a hand up to my cheek, rubbing gently with the back of his fingers. This time, I don't flinch at all, and I even press up a little, enjoying the feeling of comfort I got from his touch, now knowing what I knew about yesterday."Don't be afraid- I will NOT hurt you anymore than is absolutely necessary, I promise," he said, looking right into my eyes as he said it, just like before, and I nodded my head."Yes I know," I said, giving him a small smile. He sort of smiled back at me, and then he moved, getting up off the bed."I'm going to get some water and a washcloth- then we can wash your face and clean up your back a little," he said, and it dawned on me that I still had his cum all over my face- now that I thought about it, I could feel it, dried and crackling, on my skin and in my hair.A few minutes later he was back, washcloth in hand, and a big basin of slightly steaming water. He set down the basin on the bedside table, drawing it farther down the side of the bed, closer to where I was curled up, and dipped the washcloth in, turning to look at me."Let's start with your face, okay?" He gently cupped my face in his palm, turning it as he wiped me down. He dipped the washcloth again and again, starting down my neck, and then onto my shoulders. He was careful to stay on the front side of me, not letting the washcloth get too close to my raw and red back, and for that I was grateful. I wasn't ready for him to wipe down my back yet- that was going to hurt."Can I put your hair up, hun? It'll make doing your back easier- it will probably feel better, too," he said, his eyes on my face, gauging my reaction.I knew then that I was going to have to deal with getting my back wiped down- and it needed to happen sooner rather than later."Yes, Liam- that would probably be best," I said, and he disappeared for a second, coming back with a ponytail. He proceeded to put my hair up in a high, messy bun that got it all off my neck and face."Okay, baby, you've gotta lay out on your stomach," he said softly. "I promise, it won't hurt as badly as you think it will." He kissed my ear softly, keeping his hands off me- he was letting me go at my own pace.I took a deep breath, and as I let it out slowly, I roll up onto my knees, my face against the comforter. I heard Liam let out a small stream of cuss words, and I glanced over at him, confused."Please, just keep going," he said, standing up and turning his back, one of his hands supporting his forehead."Liam, what is the problem?" I stopped, confused. Then I realized that the position I was in is the same as last night- my breathing hitched, and my legs really started to shake. "Please, I need you over here right now," I said, my legs trembling as I started to try and ease myself down onto my stomach. He quickly turned around, his eyes flashing to my face, and he came right back over, supporting me underneath my stomach, helping me lower myself slowly.When I finally laid flat on the bed, I just stayed there for a second, my eyes closed, my chest (and back) heaving. That was painful, I thought, though not as painful as I had thought it would be. Liam had been right..."Fallon? Are you alright?" Liam's soft voice came from my left, so I opened my eyes, searching for his face. After a few seconds I focused on him, and smiled up at him, trying not to let him see the pain."I am, Liam, I am. Feel free to get started whenever you are ready," I said, and he turned, dipping the rag into the water. The rag was dripping wet, and instead of touching me with it, he just rang it out over my back, splashing my back with lukewarm water. I arched against the water, hissing between my teeth as the drops hit my back."Does that hurt?" When I didn't immediately answer him, he asked again. "Fallon? Are you alright?""Y-yes, I'm okay, keep going," I said, closing my eyes and trying to relax.He did that a few more times, wetting all the dried blood, and making sure scabs were doing okay, and that none of the cuts were too deep or infected. Finally he was satisfied and he gently lowered the cloth onto my back. I bit my lip hard, not wanting to risk screaming, and then he slowly drew the rag down the middle of my back, getting off most of the blood. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, but the tears came anyways, so I turn my head the other way, facing away from him. I don't want to be seen crying again, and I think he even understood. He gently petted my head as he continued, telling me how wonderful I was and what a good girl I was being.When he finally finish, I was crying steadily, tears streaming down my face as I cover my mouth with my hand. I wasn't sobbing- the tears were silent for the most part. I knew he was talking to me; I could hear the soothing tones in my ear, but I have no recollection of what was said. My mind was floating, nothing touching me- my vision was blurry and my body completely limp.I felt myself move, the pain dimly lighting up in the back of my head, but I just ignore it, focusing on the soft murmuring of his voice as I hung limply in his arms.When I woke up, I was laying on my stomach, warmth all around me; I didn't want to open my eyes, for fear that the pain would return if I did."Good morning, beautiful," I heard Liam's voice, soft and luxurious in my ear as his lips brush against it. I slowly opened my eyes, resenting my body for giving me away, but then I realized that nothing hurt anymore. At least, not in the way it had yesterday."Liam... what happened? Did I pass out?" I leaned my head up, realizing with a smile that I was laying on his chest, both of us laying in bed. He smiled at me, his eyes STILL dull and un-sparkling."Yes, you did. You have been asleep, or in a COMMA or something, since like eleven o'clock yesterday. Almost twenty four hours, baby. I was worried," he said, and I stretched my neck a little to kiss him softly."What else did you do to me after I passed out? I feel wonderful," I said, and he smiled again."Did you feel me carry you to the bath? I thought you might still be awake then, but definitely almost gone. I tried to talk to you, but I didn't want to touch you too much. I wasn't sure where you still hurt," he said, his eyes on my face. "I put you in the tub and that's when you really passed out, so I figured I could really scrub you down good. You are very clean now, trust me- all those cuts on your back should heal well. I washed your hair too- I used the strawberry one that smells so good," he said with a half smile. "I know how much you love the way that one smells.""Thank you, Sir," I mumbled with a smile. He watched me for a second, almost saying something, and then he stopped with a sigh."Then I rubbed you down with some disinfectant cream- that was when I was afraid you'd wake up. That stuff burns like hell, but you didn't wake up; I was relieved. I really started to worry when seven and eight o'clock rolled around, and you still hadn't woken up... I moved you around a few times- didn't want you to be too stiff or sore this morning. Just moved you like 2 hours ago, so that's probably why you feel so good," Liam said, telling me everything.I decided to try sitting up, so I went very slowly, inching my elbows up closer and closer to his ears. Liam noticed what I was doing."Wait, baby, hold on," he said, and his hands went to right below my shoulders. He put his hands flat against my chest, pushing me up very slowly. "Does bending your back like that hurt?" He held my gaze, obviously concerned, but I shook my head."No, not at all," I said with a smile, and he smiled back, this time his smile ALMOST reaching his eyes.Finally I had my elbows all the way underneath my shoulders, my hands near his ears, and Liam let me go, his hands running under my arms and down my sides. I sighed, content to be laying here with him like this.He looked up at me, watching the emotions as they dance across my face- he was always so good at reading my moods and my body language. Then he got a clouded look in his eyes, and I sighed again, for a completely different reason."Baby?" He looked up at me, his gaze soft and almost scared as he made eye contact with me. "How? How do you do this? I just about killed you yesterday, and yet you can lay here with me like nothing happened and this is just another morning." He watched me as I processed what he was asking, my mind turning it over as I came up with a good answer- how did I EXPLAIN my submissiveness to him?"You know, if you had asked me that yesterday, I would have walked out on you. I probably wouldn't have even given you an answer at all. But now... I don't know, honestly," I said, shaking my head. "Most girls, well, their normal reaction to that would have been walking out. That is what anyone would have done... who didn't love you the way I love you. Liam, I understand what happened, I see it was a complete accident, and I forgive you. It's okay that you lost your temper. Yes, maybe you didn't handle it in the best way, but now we both have seen the signs. I will stop you if that ever happens again. I should've stopped you when I heard you hitting me... you were breathing heavy, which isn't normal. And that was the point at which I was scared for my life. I should've used my safe word then and begged you to stop. Maybe it wouldn't have helped- or maybe that would've been the thing that flipped the switch for you, from anger to sadness; who knows..." I shrug slightly, shaking my head to show him that it didn't really matter. He just watched me, speechless, his eyes glued to my face.I held his head with my hands, my elbows braced on either side of him as I leaned down, pressing my lips to his in a sweet, soft kiss that left my entire body tingling."Just let it go, Liam," I whisper, my lips teasing his. "It's okay- just let it go. I've forgiven you already- now you need to forgive yourself if..." Then I stopped, pulling back a little to watch his face, horror slowly creeping across mine. He grabbed my face, locking my gaze."Baby, what?! What's wrong??" He sounds so worried, but the idea grew in my head like a disease, rendering me speechless.What if... what if he didn't want to be a dominant anymore? What if he didn't want to be my Master anymore, because I reminded him of all his mistakes?! My breathing got shallower, and my eyes un-focus slightly as a single tear slid down my cheek."Hey! Fallon! Please, please just tell me what's wrong! Did I touch you someplace wrong? What?!" He was frantic now, I could hear it in his voice, and finally I snapped out of my head."Sir... I just thought of something. No, you didn't hurt me," I said quietly, my eyes darting between his gaze and the comforter beneath him. He held my chin, looking me right in the eyes."Please, Pet, look at me, not at the blanket. What is bothering you?""I... I was just thinking about you forgiving yourself, which you seem ill-inclined to do. If..." I stopped for a second and took a deep breath. "If you don't, I'm just afraid you will lose interest in this lifestyle- lose interest in me, because I remind you of all the mistakes you have made." I finished quieter than I started, barely speaking at all, but Liam surely heard me.He gently cupped my face, letting his thumbs trace across my cheeks, his eyes soft. Then the fingers of his right hand and his eyes traveled down my jaw to my neck, where the small, silver choker rested around my neck."You know, when my parents had their twentieth anniversary, they renewed their vows," he said quietly, toying with the collar. My breathing hitched just a little as I feel his fingers on the sensitive skin of my neck, and I closed my eyes, trying to keep calm and focus on what he is saying. "It was a beautiful little ceremony- my mother got dressed up, and my dad was in a suit." He paused there, not saying anything, and my eyes were drawn to his face. He was watching me again, something behind his eyes that I could not read."Sir?" I asked meekly, wanting to know what he was thinking."Baby, maybe I need to show you that I still love you. You know, we never got married..." He quietly trailed off, and my eyes widened as his words registered in my brain."You... you mean..." I tried to find the words, shocked into speechlessness momentarily, and he just smiled at me, watching as my smile got bigger and bigger."Sir!! You mean we should get married?!" Suddenly I couldn't breathe- my head was spinning and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. He cupped my face in his hands again and pulled me down for a soft and sensual kiss, his lips warm and a bit wet against mine. The kiss grounded me again, and I took a deep breath, slowing my heart rate a little and melting into his hands, letting my whole body relax."Yes, baby, that's what I mean," he murmured softly, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. "I love you, and I want to show you that you are the most precious, most beautiful, most amazing gift I could ever get." Publication Date: August 10th 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-lycan.666

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Laura XO Soul Pleasure My body is destroyed but my soul is pleasured My loving sister I was with my little sister, Sara, alone at home. Our parents were out in the town for the night and told us that they will come before midnight. It was late. After we finished dinner and washed the dishes, my sister went to take a shower before to go to sleep. While she was in the shower I was trying some costumes for an upcoming festival. The costume that I had on me now was very comfortable and it has my favorite color, red. I was feeling like I was completely free, underneath this costume I was naked, didn’t had any piece of lingerie and I was feeling awesome. After my sister got out from the shower, she came to me and looked very shy at me, blushing like hell. "Sara, are you okay?" "Sis…..I was wondering…." "Yes?" "Well…..you have such an…..amazing body and….well…..I was wondering if I can get to have a great body like yours too?" I was surprised at what words were coming out from Sara's mouth. But she is close to became a teenager and a lot of things were going to be difficult for her. I never thought of this but in this time…….I really got attracted to my cute little sister. "Of course, you cutie…." I said while stroking her face "You will have a great body like mine, even better." Maybe Sara wanted to feel some of my body, who knows? I didn’t realized it when I did it but I slowly loose my costume and showed my boobs to her. "Want to feel them?" I said. "HA! Wha-Wha……..hhhhh…..your…….my sister's…….mmmm……" She was looking so cute. Her face was all red and I felt that she was about to pass out. To be honest, one day she has to discover what is the deal with her body and that made me thought of something: Why not share some love with her? "Come here you.." I said to her and grabbed her hand. I took her robe down and I kissed her sweet little lips. After that I force my tongue in her mouth and began to make out with her. I was feeling awesome! I liked a lot to kiss but when I do it with her I feel like it is more good. When I remove my lips from hers she started to gasp. "Huuhhhhh………..uuuuuhhhh……whaaa…….what was that?" she said. I reached her hands and I put them on my breast. "Come on. Feel them. One day you will have them as big as mines or even bigger." "Mmmmm……they are so soft…….and nice. Sis…….you have such a great pair of breast." "Listen here Sara. One day, you will enter in a way new world when you grow up. Right now, I'm going to show you something that you will feel a lot when you turn my age." "What is it?" I laid on the couch and grabbed her little hand. "Come here. I want you to sit on my face." She was very shy but I managed to put her o top of me. "A-And…..now what?" She was looking with her cute eyes straight at me, it was so nice. My little sister didn’t knew what I was about to do so she was scared. "Now…..I will show you what pleasure is." I said and I touched her soft pussy with the tip of my tongue. "WHHAAA!!!What….! What…..wooow….." "Shht…..shut up and look at me." I said to her. I began to kiss her pussy and soon enough she got really wet. It was normal since it was her first time but for me that made me feel very horny. My tongue didn’t want to stay there anymore and got out from my mouth and went on my sister's pussy. Sara began to moan and her sweet voice of a kid made me feel a lot better. I moved my tongue around, touching every bit of her area without to let anything behind. Some pussy juice started to came from her and I slurped all of them. It tasted so good, like it was a nectar from gods. Sara looked very confused at me but in her eyes she didn't wanted me to stop it but I wanted to hear it from her mouth. "Do you want me to stop?" "N-No…. Please….continue…." That was all I wanted to her from her. My mind went crazy hearing those words from her and I shoved my tongue in her pussy like it was a cock. I grabbed her thighs and hold tight on them. "Sis…." Her voice was trembling and she surprised me when she started to move her hips back and forth on my face. I was so proud of her. I closed my eyes and let my tongue to make her happy. I was eating her so well that she didn't stopped from moving her pussy back and forth on my face. I knew that she was enjoying it more that it should. A time passes and she didn't stopped from moving. It was so overwhelming that it made me feel a little shy as well. "Ahhhaa……..mmmmmm…….sis…….I feel…….." "Hmmm….?" "I'm feeling…….uhhhhh……I'm feeling that something…..is about to came out from my pussy!" Holy pussy! She was about to cum. What the hell do I do? I pulled her to me and shoved all of my tongue inside her and began to ate her like it was no tomorrow. I opened my eyes a little bit to see her and I could see her pupils. She got so worked up that her pupils went up in her head. It made me feel scared a little but it was sexy at the same time. It wasn't long enough when I felt that she is about to cum. She stopped from any movement and trembled a little. Then, she backed a little and squirted all over my face. This never happened to me before but…….oh my god, I loved it! I couldn’t stop from smiling at her and my eyes, I felt them…..they were looking so crazy. My sister was breathing heavily and gasping. "Sis….what…..what was that?" "This…..this is a prove that you love me a lot." "Huh? But your face is so messed up. I'm so sorry." "Don't worry. Come here. Have a taste of what you put on my face." Sara got close to my face and she licked my cheek. Then, she looked at my lips and kissed them. My sister put her tongue inside my mouth and moved it all around my mouth. She learned to do it very good, it surprised me. "So….what about this? You like how your big sister loved you today?" "Y-Yes…." "I'm glad to hear it." "Sis…..did you like it? Heaving your….face covered in what got out from my pussy?" "Are you kidding. I loved it. I wish to do this to me all the time." "Really?" "Yes. You made me feel so great sweetie." "Then…..you wouldn’t mind if I ask you to do this again tomorrow?" "It will be my greatest pleasure." "Thank you so much. I love you." she said and kissed my lips. "I love you too." Night to remember   I was walking home from a night out with my friends and after it I proceed to walk home. It happens that I have been drinking alot a few moments ago and now I was walking wasted alone in the dark. To arrive faster I go through a park that was saving me time to be home much faster but then I start to hear some noises. My vision is pretty blurry but I saw a person behind my back. The first thing in my mind was to run but I was too fucked up to do something. I was barely walking straight but I start to walk faster. And faster. But apparently the person behind my back began to walk after too. It was no doubt that I am in trouble now but what can I do. Out of fear I started to run as fast as I could. I couldn't see a thing because I was tired and so fucked up. Everytime when a bad thing happens when you are wasted you promise yourself that you'll never drink again but I don't thing that this was going to apply to me next time if I'm going to die. I ran for a few meters then I started to feel something on my shoulder. "Oh my god! Please no!" I said scared. "Hehe. Where are you going darling? Look at yourself," a manly voice spoke then grabs me by my boobs, starting to push me to some bushes. "Holy shit! Look at your boobs! You are some fine pice of a girl." "Please leave me alone. I won't say a thing. Please....." "Hoho. You are pretty wasted. That's gonna be so awesome!" "Huh? What are you saying?" Judging from his power, he was a average boy at his twenty-five who never had sex before. This dude looked pretty strange. He had long hair, a beard and lots of tattoos. This clearly was a junkie and I was sure now that I'm not going to be killed...........but fucked yes! He put me on the ground, after he touched me pretty much everywhere. Then his pants dropped immediately and a long skinny junk appeared in front of my face. "Oh my god....." The base of it was full of pubes which disgusted me totally. But what can I do. It was good that his junk was long but also...I wasn't going to suck a junkie's dick just because I'm in this state. "What are you waiting bitch? It won't suck itself." He said. "You are pretty stupid if you think that I'm going to suck a sticky dick like yours. You jackass!" Out of nowhere I felt a fist on my head which made me go right to sleep. It was followed by some slaps on my face then I saw him how he inserted my dick into my mouth and started to fuck it like it was nothing. I was feeling sleepy and the smell was terrible, not to say the taste. If this guy wants to cum in my mouth, I will probably die from poisoning, that's how bad his dick tasted. He started to growl thinking that was dominating me but more it disgusted me. I tried to push him back but I could see from his speed that he hasn't fucked something in a while. At least no one is seeing us then I would be finished. I can't imagine someone I know or knows me have that thought in mind of me sucking a junkie's dick. "Oh yes! Ooooooh yes! Your mouth knows how to suck a dick. You whore. I can see that a lot of dicks went in your mouth. Hehe!" He said proud of himself. First of all, I'm not doing anything. I just have my mouth open. And secondly, this dude is high as shit. Honestly I don't know why I am unable to walk and this dude can even fuck my mouth on how high he is. I don't know what he thinks I'm doing with my mouth but I guarantee is not what he thinks I'm doing. "Hm. Let me see some boobs!" He said then grabbed my T-shirt and rip it off like it was a piece of paper. "What the fuck?!!" He didn't even cared. The dude put his stinky dick between my boobs and started to fuck them. I never understood why boys like fucking a girl's big boobs. And I think that I will never do. "Heheheee..." "Ok, seriously! Dude....this is so disgusting. You piece of shit. You put me to suck that stinky dick of yours and now you out it on my chest??? I'm going get infected because of your fucked up hygiene!!" "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" He said slapping my face then continued to fuck my breast. "Oh for fuck sake!" I pushed him back then I grab his dick, wanting to rub it. He put a dumb smile on his face while I was jerking him off then I increased my speed to make him cum faster. It worked but not the way I wanted. This little shit grabbed his dick back and aimed for my eyes! I thought that I'm going blind that night. I really do. And to really fuck with me, not that I had any luck this night, he started to pee on me, taking advantage of me not being able to see at all. Of course that I let him pee on me because I couldn't do anything. "Oh shit.....you are so fucking gross..." I said. From what I heard, he ran away. I take a few minutes to clear my vision a little bit then the junkie was gone. I look at myself: no T-shirt, boobs full of my saliva and the smell of his stinky dick, my face and eyes covered with cum and all of my hair and my body covered with pee. This clearly was a night to remember. After I stand up I proceed to go home. I had one street to cross until I got home and then....right fucking then I saw a good friend of mine who I go to school with walking by with a phone filming. What the fuck he was filming at night????? Of course that in the shot I appeared like shit with all this cum and pee on me, drunk as fuck and with the hope that he will help me cross the street to home. Nope! My boy shut the phone and ran away. Oh my god I swear that if somebody told me that this was going to happen today I would've laugh out loud for hours. But this happened.....and now I'm so embarrassed that one of my friend saw me like that. I don't know if I'm going to go outside ever again. Publication Date: February 7th 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-jc4224ca91ec3a5

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Ruby Marsannay Wine Porn To all the wine enthusiasts out there... "White" You’re not even my type: I don’t usually fall for blondes. But there’s a certain darkness behind your fair demeanor, and a certain depth to the way in which you caress my lips. And the mysterious allure of your perfume, so bold yet so delicate…do I detect a hint of honeysuckle within your peach? Still, I can’t help but shake the feeling that I should maintain my guard around you. You seem a bit temperamental, and I would hate to see you in a sour mood. For now, though, I think I’ll indulge in our summertime fling…until its fall. Mas d’en juste, 2006 priorat/viognier                               "Rosé" There’s a term for you: barely legal. You seem to be remarkably complex and mature for your age, while retaining your refreshingly youthful flair. From your skinny legs to the way you flitter against my tongue, you are a good little Lolita, bouts of whimsy and all. Some do not like that you were unplucked so early, but I find your infantile ways quite endearing. However, I must confess, I don’t know if I’d be able to withstand the scent of your hidden fruit during any other season. Am I making you blush? You look so charming when you do… La Rosa, 2008 penedes/merlot                             "Red" Oh Latin lover, how your forceful ways tease me to ecstasy! So heavy, so unctuous, the way you undulate as your juices slither down my throat. You intoxicated me the moment we met, coaxing me to submit myself to you. Indeed, the more I tried to resist, the more I was drawn to the spicy beckoning of your aroma, the fierce intensity of your statements, and your sultry good looks. So worldly, yet so uninhibited; you take possession of all my senses, driving me to a whirlwind delirium, leaving me breathless, and gasping, “Oh my, you are so big!” Aldahara (crianza), 2005 somontano/syrah-cabernet sauvignon-merlot   Text: Ruby Marsannay, 2010 All rights reserved. Publication Date: August 17th 2021 https://www.bookrix.com/-ruby.marsonnay

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Kina Gutierrez, Ashiza Chan Not About Love Excerpt "I don't forgive you; but you and I, there's no way we could ever be apart. This isn't about love. This is pure, raw, animalistic lust, and we're going wild." Let's Rewind A psychotic smile made its way onto my face as I reached my hand into the wound on her neck. She screamed as I twisted my hand around inside of her throat, but all that came out were gurgled chokes. I laughed as I straddled her. Bending down, I licked her cheek, rubbing my core onto her stomach as i looked straight into the eyes of her father. Her father who'd raped me. Her father who now got to witness his daughter's death. Oh how proud he must be. So much blood. The horrified look frozen on her face. Oh how it turned me on. With the jerk of my wrist, and a seductive grin, I pulled her larynx from her throat before throwing the knife at her father. He watched with horrified, wide eyes as the knife sailed through the air before eventually landing right in the middle of his forehead. Wonderful. My eyes flew open and I sat up in my bed. My hands were shaking. That same dream again. I know I'm a sadistic bitch but I'm not psychotic enough to actually do that. A yawn tore past my lips as I stretched. Stupid fucking birds chirping... it's way to early for that. Swinging my legs over the bed, I slipped my feet into my unicorn slippers. I took a moment to look around my room. Black carpet, black walls with pastel blue and purple accents, a ceiling painted to resemble the forest with wolves peeking out and a full moon; A balcony with glass sliding doors, black satin curtins with shiny blue designs, closet, anime and band posters along with my drawings all over the walls, a white dresser, a pastel purple vanity table, a black fogged glass computer desk with all my electronics, and a corner with all of my teddie bears, plushies and bean bags in it. I walked over to my closet, opening the mahogany double doors. I picked out a pair of pastel blue and pink lace panties, a pastel blue and white braw with pearls and pink roses on it, a spiked collar with a metal circle in the center to attach a leash to, a black off the shoulder shirt with a pastel blue heart on it- inside the heart was a whip- white jeans that had black frays in them, and black peep toed pumps. I took my outfit into my bathroom and prepared a bath. My bath tub was made of foggy purple glass with black sakura branches on it. I started a playlist on my iPod deck and stripped. I took a moment to look myself over in the mirrorr. I loved how I looked. My black hair was long and curly and came down to my knees. My C42 cup breasts were fairly large but are perfectly perky. My stomach is flat and toned, but in terms of width I'm a tad on the thick side. My legs are kind of thick, but they're not overly thick. I don't have a thigh gap and I'm not stick thin. I'm 5'4 and my natural eye color is a stormy greyish blue color. My butt is round and defined and my back has a natural arch. I cupped my breasts before moving my hands down my body in a slow, seductive manor. I laghued. Damn I love my body.                                                                           * * * After my bath I got dressed and went down stairs. I lived virtually alone. My dad owned this place and he payed for everything, but he lived in another house he had in paris with his late wife and step kids. He offered me to live with him there, but I prefer my life the lone wolf way, lol. I grabbed a slice of cold pizza for breakfast and a few boxes of strawberry pocky for later, before grabbing my keys, my bag, and my phone and heading out the door. I walked over to my car, a four door sleek black phantom. It was like sex on wheels. I threw my stuff into the passenger seat and started the engine before ripping out of the driveway like a mad man. I had a need for speed. I took a parking space in the back of the lot, it was shrouded by trees so nobody could really see my car. I'm the only person who ever parked there so I got the same place every day. As I was walking I was suddenly pulled into a slightly larg crevice alley between the west and east wings of my work building. Two doms from the bdsm club I constantly visited were there waiting for me. Stalkers. But I didn't mind in the least; these two just so happened to be my favorites. They never did anything without the other though, but i wasn't complaining. "Here? Don't you think its kind of sleazy?" I asked. Dominic, the meaner of the two, glared. "No. It is not sleazy, and we'll do it wherever we please. You're our sub now, just as we're your doms now. This is a relationship." He scoffed and smirked, "you're ours now." He said, pushing me up against the wall next to Dameion. Dominic moved over to one side and Dameion blocked my other side. They had me trapped between the two of them and a brick wall. Dameion captured my neck in his mouth as he groped my ass while Dominic opted for a more...bold approach. He unbuttoned my jeans before  reaching his hands into my panties. He wasn't gentle in any way. His finger pound into my vagina hard and slow. Each time he brought his hands back up, I would feel the pain of his hard knuckles hitting up against my pelvis. Not once did he break eye contact with me during his slightly painful assault on my pussy. But I didn't complain nor did I want to. This was exciting, exilerating, hot, sexy, and pure ecstasy. Dameion turned me around so that I was now against him and he was against the wall. He pulled his dick out after sliding my pants and panties down to my ankles. I couldn't hold in my moan as he thrust into me. He wasn't being gentle this time either. He was slow and hard, harder I thought, than even Dominic with his hands. My head lolled back as I felt Dominic thrust into me from behind. I moaned louder, biting my lip in an attempt to keep quiet. It obviously wasn't enough since Dominic clamped his hand over my mouth. Dameion reached his hand up and slid it under my shirt. He pushed my bra up and pulled on my breast. I hissed at the pain. He'd pulled harder than he'd ever pulled before. He looked into my eyes and only smirked at my sounds of pain. He pulled harder, bending his head down to pull at my nipple with his teeth. Dominic used his other hand to play with my right breast. He twisted and pulled and pinched at the tender of my nipples and breast. I ground my ass harder into Dominic who was making softer and slower thrusts in my ass. He pinched down harder onto my nipple. Dameion bit down onto my nipple at the same time, drawing blood. He released my breast and settled his hands onto my waist as Dominic did the same. Dameion pulled me forward, harder onto his dick, and when he pushed me back, Dominic pulled me back harder onto him. It was a rough game of back and forth, and I had no room to complain. I moaned softly. My breathing was heavy and I was nearing my climax. Just as I as ready to cum, they both pulled out. I watched incredulously as they pulled their boxers back up and buttons their pants. Dameion bent down and pulled my jeans up along with my panties while Dominic fixed my bra. They smirked.  "We'll be waiting for you after work." *** Work was long and boring, and all day I was left to wait, unsatisfied and on the edge of a climax that would never come.  "Hey Margerie. I think I'm going to clock out early. Do you mind taking these chemical swatches up to the lab and running an EC scan on them?" I asked my coworker. She was a nice girl, but she never said no. I don't think she knew how, either that or she really loved her job; which I enjoyed being a microbiologist too, but it got annoying sometimes.  "Sure." She smiled. "Thanks. After that can you record the data and put the folder in my office drawer? I really appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled, giving her the key to my office and walking off. I walked out of the building, ignoring Joshua who was constantly trying to score my number, and to my car. I smiled as I looked in the passenger seat. Two black and silver gift boxes sat in my passenger seat, wrapped up to perfection. I opened the one nearest to me; inside was a key and address. In the other box was a very complicated looking black and blue  lingerie set and a collar. I smirked before peeling out of the parking lot and heading to the address given. Chapter One  "You know, I can't really say that I like the fact that this is a love hotel. It kind of makes me feel sleazy, like a common whore." I explained unsurely. The address they gave me was to some random love hotel.  I definitely did not want to do anything in these beds that have had all sorts of people doing all sorts of things in them. I'm not that nasty; what went on in that alley was hopefully a one time thing.  "Well you're definitely a whore, but you're our whore. Nobody else can touch you." Dominic said. I scowled at him.  "Part of our  agreement  was that you guys wouldn't call me stuff like that, I dont like it. I'm not a whore, I dont go around fucking any and everybody. I'm not doing anything in this place and that's the end of it. I don't care if you are my doms, I draw the line here. First it was the alley and now this. I'm not gonna lower my standards just because you want me to. That isn't apart of our agreement." I scowled at him. I was looking and talking mostly to Dominic, but I was adressing them both. "You're really going to start acting professional about this  now?  As if we haven't already gone beyond that stupid little contract. What we have now is more than just some average dom-sub professional relationship. This is more." Dominic snapped back. "He's right Lex." Dameion agreed. I turned my glare on him. "I know he's right, Dameion... But that still doesn't mean I'm gonna do anything in a place like this. You two were pushing it when we did it in the alley, but this. This is just a no. There are other people who can hear us, all kinds of people have used these rooms. I'm. Not. Doing it." I explained. This was vexing. Usually when I was with them I felt loved and comfortable; but this... This was making me feel uncomfortable and degraded. I didn't like it. Dominic stood, stomping over to the door and throwing it open with a bang.  "If you dislike it so much then you can leave. Nobody is forcing you to stay. Nobody's forcing you to do anything!"  I stared at him for a moment. My eyes and nose burned as I held back an oncoming slew of tears and unintelligble shouts. "All of this... just because I didn't want to fuck in some sleazy love hotel? Fine!" I stormed out of the door, throwing the lingerie piece in his face as I passed him. God! He's so unbelievable sometimes; always the first to argue and say something he regrets. I know he was just upset. I also know that he'll come and apologize later -- but none of that excuses his behavior. Well.... Since my plans for the evening have officially been canceled, I suppose it's time for a girls night in with my three besties; Me, Myself, and I.    Writers Block  So I've got some nasty writers block... I started this book with tons of ideas, but I've got some stuff going on right now and it's really stunting my creatice writing ideas. I won't be updating anything for a while. Sorry, but I hope you all bare with me, I'll defiantly be back!  Chapter Two The moment I arrived back to my giant, lonely home, I dialed the numbers for both a pizza place and some Chinese delivery. I threw my shoes to the side, plopping onto a chair in the foyer. After a moment of careful consideration, I redialed the pizza place and canceled my order. I really don't feel like being alone tonight. I quickly dialed another number.   "Hey Margerie!" "H- Hello? Who is this? I really don't have time for your games right now Stacey.." "No no! This is Lex... As in Alexia." "Oh! Alexia. I'm so sorry about that... Stacey is my ex husbands new fling... She's always calling my phone at random times. I'm really sorry about that." "Yea.. no it's fine. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for a girls night kind of thing?" "Um.. but don't we have to work tomorrow? Plus, I wouldn't want to intrude on you..." "No it's fine if you can't come. You wouldn't be intruding though, love." "Well if you're fine with I'd love to. A break from all this nonstop work would be really nice." "Okay great! I'll text you the adress." "Okay. Just let me grab an overnight bag and some shoes." "Oh- Okay then. I'll see you soon then." Margerie and I have never been great friends -more of everyday acquaintances- but that didn't stop us from talking sometimes and exchanging numbers.    -   I stood up, yawning, and walked to the door. I opened it with a fake smile. "Please don't ring-" My smile dropped at the sight of Dominic on my doorstep. "I accept your apology but that doesn't mean I'm not mad. Please leave." I spoke before he could. He sighed but complied nonetheless. It's always the same. He does something to upset me, his partner takes his side leaving me to feel as if I'm the one in the wrong, I refuse to agree with them, he sees what he did wrong -comes to apologize- and I forgive him. . .       Publication Date: May 29th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-vd897b1ac33b945

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Jade Nights Erotic stories to make u horny Hehe Chapter 1 Ethan and I stumbled into the apartment as we ripped each other’s clothing off and fell onto the bed, kissing passionately. I moaned loudly as he sucked on my neck. I knew there was going to be a hickey there tomorrow morning. Ethan’s dick was eleven inches long and I couldn’t wait for him to put it in me. I whispered in his ear trying to be seductive, ”put your dick in me and let’s make a baby.” He just grunted in response and positioned his dick at my lips. I was trembling with anticipation, I wanted him, I needed him. He slipped his shaft into me and I moaned, it felt so good.   adding soon!   Publication Date: March 18th 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-yl69724b62758c5

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lydia jones yes daddy this books for my "daddy" because he helped show me the way to make this a lot more interesting sorry He grabed me by my neck after i got done yelling at him and slammed me agenst the wall "who the fuck do you think your talking to!" he asked i looked down "not you daddy im sorry" He started to take off my shirt and i fully relized what he was doing.....He was going to punish me.I smiled at the thought looking at him "why the suck are you smiling and making eye contact my slave?!" l quickly lowerd my eyes knowing he hated when i looked him in the eyes while i am being his submissive because it shows disrespet  "I I Im sorry daddy wont happen again" he covers my mouth once im finishes saying that. He quickly takes off my shorts leaving me in my red thong that i just bought from victorias secret. "mmm my my must i say you look tastey in red my slave" he says i say nothing as he starts to kiss down my body lightly biting as he makes his way down my body. when he reached my pussy he stoped and started taking my thong off with his teeth.Once he finaly got it off he spread my legs and put his head between he started moving his tounge around my clit pushing with more and more force by the second "mmm yes daddy" i moaned He held up one finger signaling me to be quiet i quickly hushed my moan as he continued his sweet sweet touture he kept moving his tounge adding more and more pressure i tried to hold in my moan but it was becoming impossiable i held it for a couple more seconds before yelling out "fuck yes daddy like that!" he moved his free hand up to my ass and hit it hard he moved his head away from my pussy "i hushed you that  means stay silent do as i wish and you get rewarded do as i instructed not to and you get punished, understand?" i looked away from him and said "yes daddy i understand" as i said that he put his head back between my legs moving his tounge around my dripping wet pussy. i cover my mouth so i will not moan. he starts to glide his hand up my left leg reaching my pussy he slowly added 2 fingers pushing them deep inside me hooking them upwards to hit my g-spot. my knees buckle when he starts moving them faster and fatser. i start moving my hips with his hand. i looked down and could clearly see the buldge in his pants. he noticed me staring looked up at me and said "you want daddys thick cock in your tight pussy dont you my slave?" i nodded and he got up and started to undress himself. stil shocked at how amazing his body was i smiled. once he is fully undressed he came to me turned me around and bent me over and said "im going to fuck you like youve never been fucked before i will allow you to moan this time but you have to call out to you daddy do you understand my slave?" "yes daddy i understand completly"He moved fater and faster, him grunting louder and louder, knowing he was enjoying my body to the fullest i smiled, I could feel him growing deep inside me. he tought me how to tell when he was about to cum so i could get on my knees to swallow it all. he started moving faster moaning louder he grabed ahold of my hair pulling it not to rough but not to easy either. once he did that i moaned louder i could feel my legs starting to get week and him growing deeper and deeper inside of me i knew he was about to cum so i held my breath so i could hurry up and cum for my daddy "ahh.....shit........fuck daddy yes!!!" i could sence him smiling and i knew he was about to cum, i quickly pulled away from him getting on my knees grabing his thick cock dripping in my juices i put its whole 9 1/2 inches into my mouth and start moving my head fast. his cock started to twitch and before i knew it he came all over my mouth. swalloing it all he pulled me up kisssing me tasting me and him together he devowerd it all moaning into my mouth. once i fisnished speeking he ramed him thick hard cock deep inside me and i let out a sharp moan.   the three words never spoken Once we both cought our breath he picked me upi just like a child telling me to rest my head on his shoulder. "you did verry well princess i am proud of you." he wisperd into my ear i noded my head to tired to speek. he let out a laugh knowing i was tired. once we enterd my room he laid me on my bed lying next to me. he started to play with my hair  "princess i want to tell you something i dont want you to be scared i know i shouldent say this but i need to i cannot hold this in anymore." i looked up at him confused and sat up looking his in the eyes "Yes daddy what is it?" he let out a sigh and smiled "princess i love you." my eyes widend and i gasped i started to smile as i jumped one him wraping my arms around his neck "I love you too daddy what took you so long jeez." i giggled  he let out his manly laugh and said " well princess feelings were saposed to be avoided but you to special to me i couldent help it." i smiled and looked at him kissing his lips pasionilty i was glad that he finially told me he loved me. he layed me back down him following brining me onto his chest i could hear his heart beat it was steady as it allways is when he lays with me. i thought for a second "he allways has bad dreams when he is away from me but when we lay and sleep together he dosent" i smiled at the thought.   when we both woke up the next morning he pulled me into a hug  "good morning princess how'd you sleep" i smiled and repyled "just like a baby daddy wanna go take a shower?" his smile grew large and took my hand walking us to the master bathroom. he turned to me and said "you are the most beatutiful creature colthed or not you should never be ashamed of you body ever." i looked down and smiled "ok daddy" i walked to the shower going to turn it on when he stoped me "i think we should take a bath what about you?" he winked at me and i giggled walking over to the tub turning it on so the hot water would fill the bath. he grabed my hand so i could step in. after i got in he follwed sitting behind me pulling my body agenst his. i smiled as i felt his cock begin to grow agenst my back he trailed his hand down the front of my body between my brest kissing my neck. his hand stoped right above my pussy he looked at me waiting for my aproval i lifted my hips to his hand and he smiled sliping two fingers deep into my pussy. i let out a moan as he slowly started to speed his fingers up i knew he would want to be inside me soon because i heard a grunt leave his body his 9 1/2 inch cock growing agnest my back he stood up taking me with him carrying my to the bed his fingers still deep inside my pussy still keeping a nice steady rythem i kept moaning as the pleasure became more intence. he layed me onto the bed climbing ontop of me crashing his lips onto mine just before he slid his thick cock into my tight pussy "fuck princess you feel amazing" he moaned as he thrusted deep into me looking me dead into the eyes usaly he wouldent allow me to make eye contact so i quickly looked away thats when he grabed my face and said "look into my eyes this is diffrent i am not fuckinging you i am making love to you i want to see the love in your eyes" i kept my eyes on him melting as he said that he started to moan as i moaned with him "cum with me princess i know you need to cum with me ok" i nodded after he said that and soon after we both fell into our climax him falling onto me "I love you princess i really do" he said breathing heavaly "i really love you too daddy " i smiled "promise?" he asked "yes daddy promise" we both fell asleep shortly after naked on the bed our bodys tangled together       the next morning  the next morning daddy woke me up ("daddy" is not her biologial father)  "princess wake up lets go get you somthing to eat my love." he said slightly shaking my shoulder and kissing me on the shoulder i flutterd my eyes open smiling up at him  "hey daddy where are we going?'" i asked he let out his sexy chuckle kissing me "thats for me to know and you to find out princess" i got upi to get dressed and he folowed me into the closet i put on a light pink shirt "your cute" he giggled i put on a short skirt "awe your really cute!" then i put on a choker and a pair of light pink heels "your going to get fucked do not wear panties today princess." he told me getting up i blushed looking down wondering what he was going to me. he grabed my hand and pushed me agenst a door wraping his hand around my throat and kissing me deeply. i practicly melt with his hands around my throat i dont know why it makes me feel so safe i love the feeling of his body up close to mine. "who owns you princess?" he asked licking from my colar bone to my neck. i got the slightest chills up my spine and wisperd "you daddy" he smiled and asked "what does daddy call you, name them all do not miss one name." "daddys names for me are, princess, kitten, babygirl, babydoll, sweetheart, his love, his cum slut, daddys fuck toy, daddys property, little miss, brat, little girl, and daddys dirty little playtoy." he let out a breath and kisses me "good but you missed one you named a bunch of them when your being a dirty girl i also call you good girl when you behave also baby and babe...you will get punished for missing 3 of them they are all worth 2 spaniking so you get nine understood?" i nodded my head and said "yes daddy" he sat down on the seat he placed in the closet and patted his knee telling me to bend over so i can get my punishment. i walked over and bent over his knee. he pulled my skirt up and pulled my panties off. then he smaked my bare ass till he said nine he pulled up my panties and let me skirt down. he helped me up and kissed me on the head. "you know i dont like spanking you for punishment right princess." i simply noded yes. he scowled at me "use your big girl words princess" i nodded and said "yes daddy, i understand." he pulled me into a hug and took my hand walking out of the closest and off to the car driving me to where ever he was taking me.......... car ride  Still not knowing where he was taking me i got into the car and he buckled my seat belt. I loved when he did this it made me feel safe. He looked at me and smiled. "your so beautiful, never forget that understand?" he told me sternly it gave me chills when he talked like that it was simply so sexy his deep voice oh my did i love it "Yes daddy, and thank you." i placed my hand on his thigh and smiled. and he did the same except he slid his hand up my skirt and brushed his fingers agenst my pussy lightly. i gasped and he giggled like a little boy. it was addorable and i loved it...like i loved him and he loved me..i wonder how long we will last..hopefully forever. As he started driviing he slowly cirlcled his finger around my clit and looked at me "take your panties off right now little one." As allways I did as I was told. I hooked my index fingers into my lacey panites and slid them down to my feet and placed them in the glove box. he looked and me and rubed my cheek with his thumb "good girl, now spread those pretty little legs for daddy." I complied with his demand and he licked his index and middle finger and started to rub myy pussy again, except this time it was a little more intence. "mm, daddy that feels great." i moaned softly "hush princess, I know" as he said that he slid those two fingers into my now soakiing wet pussy. the pleasure became so intence that i closed my legs and he let out a growl. "now princess open thos beautiful legs back up for me like a good girl, or ill simpley do it for you. i decided to do it the hard way and keep my legs closed and he pulled to the back side of the restraunt in a completly sucluded area. he got out of the car and pulled me out opening the back doors he laid me down hitching up my skirt and started devoring me. he grabed ahold of my thighs pulling me closer to his face. I could hear him grunting, deep sexy grunts from the back of his throat. he got up and unziped his jeans just enough for his dick to come out. he mounted me looked me in the eyes and told me to be quiet and i noded and he pushed himself deep inside of me. i let out a hushed moan and lifted his shirt and started clawing at his back. when i did that he grunted "fuck" it was the sexiest thing i have ever heard come out of his mouth besides him telling he loved me, he sped up the pace and went harder. I could tell he was about to cum and i tried getting up but he held me down "not this time princess" he looked at me, he looked at me like he owned me. "i-i like when you look at me like that..." he kissed my neck and asked "mmm-like what?" i blushed and said "like you own me" he looked and me placed his hand on my neck crashed his lips on mine "i do own you" when he said that i could feel his cum fill me and i started to freak out. "calm down princess, i love you, and i will love little yous even more. when he said that i grabed him and pulled him down "i love you josh" i had never called him by his first name he looked at me and whispered "i love you too, alaska." Publication Date: October 19th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-nwa8ef231c09c75

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Debora Pin Leverage on Him Be the girl he wants you to be Check out our blog for more: https://myfreekindle.blogspot.com/ Start -1-   Boston Kincaid was used to getting what he wanted — not because things came easily to him but because he didn't accept obstacles. And he wanted her. There were a million different reasons why he shouldn't, but none mattered. She invaded his fantasies, his dreams, interrupted his thoughts with frightening regularity and he figured that the only way he could ease his frustration was to have her in his possession. But first he had to find his leverage. He suffered no illusions that what he was doing was ethical, moral, or even legal but, again none of that mattered. Perhaps he was obsessed, yes… That was a good word for it. Obsessed. But if the advantage of being filthy wealthy was the ability to remove all obstacles, Boston didn't hesitate to use every resource available to him. And that included finding a way to bend Julianna to his will. “She's here.” Although Richard, his right-hand man, knew better than to allow a hint of judgment to color his voice, Boston could see the questioning look in the older man’s eyes. “Shall I show her in?” Boston stood and straightened his jacket, tugging on his sleeve until they were impeccably straight, a predatory grin stretching his mouth. "Yes, please do. And close the door behind you." Richard opened the door and a curvy blonde, big brown eyes wide and unsure, walked in, obviously confused as to why Boston Kincaid, a billionaire several times over, had requested an audience. He enjoyed her confusion, but even more so, he couldn't help but feast his eyes on every curve on her lush figure and he couldn't wait to taste every inch. Was it presumptuous of him to assume that she would agree to his terms? Perhaps…but fortune favored the bold. What he was about to propose was likely the boldest move he’d ever made in his life. And he couldn't wait. Richard closed the door quietly, enclosing them both in the privacy of his expansive office. “Please take a seat, Miss Holly,” he said, his eyes dancing. She was even prettier than she was the first time he’d seen her, trying to balance a tray full of dirty glasses, glasses barely clinging to the tip of her nose. At first glance, she wouldn't have drawn a single glance from any of the people he usually associated with — short, awkward, and plainly not the most coordinated — but Boston hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her. Not even for a second. Her breasts, barely contained in that ugly ill-fitting uniform, nearly begged for his mouth, and those hips were made for his hands as he drove into her. Everything about her was rounded and feminine and he had to have her. “I don't understand why I'm here,” she started, looking nervously around the room. “Have I done something wrong?” “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head. "No. Should I?" she asked, pushing her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose. “I don't have a television and I don't pay attention much to the news. I mostly read. When I have free time that is.” “My name is Boston Kincaid. I could spend the next hour talking about all the things I own, businesses, houses, etc. but that's not really why I have brought you here. I have a business proposition for you of a unique persuasion.” A subtle frown gathered on her forehead. “A business proposition? Are you sure you have the right girl? I dropped out of college and I've been working at the Tasty Perk for the last six months. I'm not sure I have anything to offer someone like you.” He couldn't help the smile. “I think you're exactly the person I've been looking for.” “What kind of person would that be?” Instead of answering, he said, “I always make a habit of doing a thorough background check on the people I plan to have in my life. I know quite a lot about you Julianna Holly.” “You do?” She asked, plainly confused. “Why?” “I know that you have a brother you care a lot about. And I know you're doing your best to care for him. But it must be terribly difficult to bear the financial burden of his medical needs all by yourself.” “How do you know that?” she asked, shifting with discomfort at the personal nature of his background check. “And why would you need to know such personal stuff about me and my family?” “As you can imagine, a person of my position must take every precaution so I hope you can forgive my intrusion.” She nodded but remained wary, much like the gazelle watching for the lion. He suppressed the predatory smile and pushed forward, impatient to end this forced social nicety so that he could make his offer. “You have nothing to fear. I found nothing that gave me pause. You have been a good girl to this point in your life. Good grades, civic volunteerism and only one parking ticket, courtesy of the university campus police. They’re such a nuisance, aren’t they?” he tsked in commiseration, which prompted a small smile. “I was late for an exam and decided to risk the fine to park in an area that was designated for parking passes only.” “Was it worth it?” “Not sure. I got a B on the exam and the ticket cost me $150. That’s a lot for a college student on a budget,” she added for his benefit assuming he wouldn’t know how it felt to be stuck with limited funds. “Paying off that ticket meant I was eating ramen noodles for two weeks. Have you ever tried to exist on high sodium and carbs alone?” “I can’t say that I have.” “It’s rough.” “I can imagine.” Julianna pushed her hair behind her ear and glanced around his office. “Nice place. Smells like old wood and lemon polish. Like an old library.” “Is that a compliment?” “Yeah, I like books. I can’t usually afford to buy them so I spend a lot of my free time in libraries. Some people visit museums, I visit libraries.” “And my office reminds you of one you visited?” She smiled. “Yeah. It was a small town, not even big enough for a stoplight and the museum actually shared space with the library. One side of the building housed the antiques and the other end, books. But there was a huge fireplace in the middle of the room with a sitting area for reading, like one you’d see in a castle or something. It was amazing. I always thought if I had a lot of money, I’d build a library in my house something like that. It was cozy and warm and invited curling up with a good book.” She glanced at him shyly to ask. “Do you have a huge library like that?” “I do…not that I get to spend much time there. I haven’t read for pleasure for a very long time. However, the last time I was in there…my pleasure wasn’t found between the pages of a book.” She blushed at the casual mention of his sexual exploits and his groin tightened at the inadvertently sexy action. “So…not to be rude or anything but…why did you bring me here? I’m still a bit confused and I need to get back to work.” Boston rubbed his mouth to keep his excitement at bay. Yes, to the point. “As I mentioned before, I know a bit about you. The fact that you dropped out of college to care for your brother says a lot about your character.” Ironic, that he would admire her for such a selfless gesture and yet he was about to ask her to compromise her dignity and integrity. If he weren't such a bastard, he might've felt a twinge of conscience. But just standing in her presence, was enough to fire his blood. “Let me get straight to the point. I want to help you with your brother. But before you get the wrong idea about my intentions, know this…nothing comes for free. What I'm about to offer you might be shocking, it might even offend you. But I'm a man accustomed to getting what he wants and right now I want you.” Julianna’s mouth dropped open at his frank statement. Her voice rang with indignation as she asked, “What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean you want me? Do you mean…?” She couldn't even say the words, which he found quite endearing. Hell, everything about her he found delicious. She swallowed and stared. “I think you have the wrong impression of me. I'm not a whore so if you're about to make me an indecent proposal, save your breath.” She rose on unsteady feet, wobbling on her cheap heels. “Good day Mr. Kincaid.” She turned to leave but Boston wasn't about to let her go. “It's a pity your brother can't get the help he needs. I would imagine that if you had more resources at your disposal, Tom might actually walk again. I've done a little research and I found a facility in New Zealand with some cutting edge technology and therapy designed to help repair spinal injuries, much like your brother ’s. I imagine, a man like him, who was once very active, dreams of someday getting out of that wheelchair.” “What are you saying?” she asked. “Don’t play coy. Simply that with more resources, your brother might get the help he needs. If you were agreeable to my business proposition, I would happily provide those resources to your brother. Actually, it’s a very simple arrangement with mutual benefit so there’s no need to take offense. Honestly, women have been bartering their bodies since the beginning of time so it’s hardly a new concept.” “How dare you dangle something like that in front of me. Who are you? What kind of man are you?” “I'm a man who gets what he wants. By any means possible.” Her stricken expression told him volumes about her opinion of him but he didn’t care nor did it cut when she said, “You are very cruel.” He shrugged. It wasn't the first time he'd been accused of cruelty and it wouldn't be the last. “Would you like to know more?” “No.” Boston reached into his desk and tossed a plane ticket toward her. "Right there is a first-class plane ticket to New Zealand purchased in your brother's name. He already has a suite reserved at the facility. There is a waiting list two years long for people to get into this program. With one phone call, Tom could be there at the top of the list. It seems a small thing I'm asking of you for such a life-changing possibility for your brother." “And what exactly are you asking of me?” she asked, her eyes watering. For such a small thing, she radiated energy. Everything about her seemed to vibrate with youth and energy. Boston was 10 years older than she was and he couldn't wait to peel the clothes from her body. "I suppose you know enough about me to know that what you're asking of me goes against everything I believe in.” At that he chuckled. “Ahh yes…I've always been fascinated by people who take a vow of chastity before marriage. Take heart, most women lose their virginity for far less noble purposes.” Her cheeks colored. “You're taking something precious from me by suggesting such a thing.” "Nonsense. It’s a thin sheath of skin that you could've lost horseback riding. Don't place undue value on something so easily lost.” “It's not about a sheath of skin. It's about something I was saving for someone who loved me, not a callous businessman with more money than morals.” “So be it. I'm happy to play the part of the bastard as long as I get what I want.” "How can you be so cruel? I don't understand. What did I do to deserve this?" "Perhaps the question should be how did you get so lucky? Do you realize how many women would love to be in your position? I'm willing to give you something no one else would ever be able to." “Yes, but the price is my soul.” "Please. Don’t be so dramatic. I'm asking for the use of your body for a predetermined space of time. And for that right, I will pay you handsomely as well as provide your brother with the care he so desperately needs to resume his life. Imagine, if you weren’t caring for an injured brother, perhaps you could go back to school or stop working two jobs. If you realign your thinking, what I'm offering you is truly a blessing.” Her stare narrowed. “Only someone who has never valued anything more than what money could buy would say something like that.” “Perhaps. Would you like to know more about your new place in life?” “I haven't said yes.” “A formality. You and I both know you're going to say yes. You would be a fool to say no and I know you're not fool.” The defiance died in her eyes and he knew he had her. The victory hardened his cock and lust pounded through his veins. “Take a seat. We shall discuss terms.” He waited for her to slowly sink into the chair before continuing. “For the sum of $1 million you will move into my home and into my bed. You will tend to all of my needs. Your body belongs to me. I will provide you with a new wardrobe, a new car, and spending money. In addition I will see to it that your brother receives the best care for his rehabilitation.” She swallowed and there was a subtle shake to her voice as she asked, “And when will this relationship start?” He leaned forward, pinning her with his gaze. “Immediately,” he answered silkily and she shuddered. “Do you agree to my terms?” “I need time to think about it.” “No. Decide now.” She gasped in distress but he knew the key to successful negotiations was to hit hard and fast and this was one deal he didn’t plan to lose. She looked as if she'd rather run away but she jerked a short nod. His smile widened. “Excellent. You're making the right choice.” “Then why do I feel like throwing up?” “Because you're letting go of the old you to embrace a new one.” She didn't look convinced and he found her reluctance adorable. “Release your hair,” he instructed, wanting to see those golden waves tumble down her back. Her hair, tousled and wild, was just the right length for gripping a solid handful. He had to restrain himself before he lost control right there in his office. “I have something for you, something to seal the deal between us.” She eyed him with suspicion. “And what would that be?” He reached into his desk and removed a Tiffany box. He cracked it open and removed the tiny, delicate bracelet. He'd had it custom made just for her. His initials were woven into the tiny gold thread. It was impossibly beautiful and ridiculously expensive but more importantly, it was a symbol of his ownership of her that only they would know. He walked to her. “Hold out your wrist,” he instructed as he clasped the bracelet on. “You are never to take this off. If I see this off of you there will be consequences. Do not test me for you will not like the man I become. You belong to me and as such you will wear this as a symbol of who has claimed you. Am I clear?” “Do you see me as nothing more than a pet?” “A very valuable pet,” he corrected her. “A very lucky pet.” She shook her head. “A pet just the same.” Had he not just given her the world in exchange for something relatively small? “Some pets are cherished above people,” he pointed out gruffly and she shrugged as if only someone like him would say something like that and it made him feel small, which didn’t sit well at all. “It doesn’t matter how you look at our relationship. What matters is that you obey the rules set between us.” “Fine. I will wear your bracelet,” she agreed but he felt no satisfaction. He wanted her to want to wear the bracelet. Julianna plucked at the gold. “So delicate. What if it breaks? I'm very clumsy.” His smile became indulgent. “Than I shall make you another.” Julianna accepted his answer and then pierced him with her gaze to ask, “Why me? I’m sure there are a million different women out there who would jump at the chance to be your pampered pet. I’m clearly not one of them and yet you’ve coerced me into accepting. Surely, you could’ve persuaded someone far less difficult for your little game.” His breath became shallow as he stared into her deep brown eyes. The knowledge that no one had ever touched her was enough to send him into orbit before even taking her. But he couldn’t explain why she intrigued him like no other because he didn’t know. Instead of answering truthfully, he answered, “Why not?” before pressing his lips to hers in a sweet, almost innocent kiss. Her breath caught and she made a small sound in her throat that he wanted to suck into his mouth. He would wait before he took her for the first time – he wanted everything to be perfect — but he was almost shaking with the need to explore every inch of her body. His cock pulsed, hard and ready. “Tell me of your sexual experiences,” he said roughly. “I want to know every detail before we begin.” Her cheeks bloomed with heat and her tongue darted out to slick her lips and he couldn’t stop himself from lowering his mouth to taste her again. She was as sweet as he imagined she would be but now he had to know her intimately. His hand reached down to caress her quim through the soft cotton of her dress and she jumped at the contact. “What are you doing?” she asked, her tone strangled by mortification. “Here? Now? Oh my God…what if someone walks in?” “No one will disturb us,” he assured her, loving the warmth beneath his palm, knowing that if he were to dip his finger deep into her core, it would come out wet with her sweetness. “I want to know your dirty secrets,” he said. “You didn’t pay for my secrets, dirty or otherwise,” she answered, her chest rising rapidly. “My secrets are my own.” He growled at being denied. “You belong to me now.” She countered with, “Only my body. Never my heart.” His mouth stretched in a cruel smile. “I have no interest in your heart, silly girl. Your body and your consent are all I require.” To drive home the point, he removed her glasses and gave her shoulders a gentle push, commanding, “On your knees, Julianna. Your service to me starts now. Have you ever sucked a cock?” She covered her face with her hands as she lowered to her knees but nodded. “Good. I suppose a college girl would’ve found herself in a situation where a cock ended up in her face at some point,” he said but he hated the idea of her pleasuring anyone but himself in that way. A growl of possession surprised him. “Let’s see how good you are,” he said, unzipping his trousers with mildly shaking fingers. He released his cock and smiled with satisfaction when her gaze widened at his size. He’d always been blessed with a well-endowed penis, something he’d realized in high school and quickly put to good use with every pretty girl who’d allowed him into her panties. “Nice, huh?” he said, palming the length and squeezing the moisture from the head. “Look what you do to me?” he teased with a wide grin but she wasn’t smiling. Julianna lifted her gaze to him and shook her head. “I can’t get my mouth around that thing,” she said, although her pupils had darkened and her tongue had snaked out to dart across her lips. “It’s impossible.” But Boston was willing to bet she wasn’t worried about her mouth. He smiled indulgently, and nudged her soft lips with the head of his cock. “Let’s give it a try and see what happens,” he suggested playfully before guiding his cock to her soft mouth. She made a mewling noise at the back of her throat but she opened for him, squeezing her eyes shut as the head passed beyond her teeth and slid into her wet mouth. “Caress my ball sac tenderly,” he instructed, closing his eyes to the pleasure as her tongue danced across the sensitive head. “Ahhh, that’s it…very good…” Better than good, he wanted to groan, barely containing the voracious appetite building behind every soft hip thrust against her mouth. Hot, wet, tantalizingly erotic, Boston had never been so consumed by the pleasure of a woman’s mouth. His knees weakened as her tongue drilled into the opening at the head, surprising him with move. She may be a virgin but she was pretty adept at sucking cock, he realized, suddenly needing the support of his desk to remain standing. She tugged at his cock and gripped his balls and his thighs quivered at the rough touch. For a tiny thing, she was stronger than she looked. His eyes popped open and he was thrown by how quickly his need to come skyrocketed at the sight of her lovely, wide mouth devouring him inch by inch. Ahhh…shit …he wasn’t going to last, not like this. Slow the fuck down , he told himself, trying slow his hip thrusts so as not to hurt her. His chest tightened and his stomach muscles clenched as his orgasm barreled down the pipe like a locomotive that’d just jumped the track. He couldn’t stop it; he was going to come. A split second decision stilled his warning as he exploded into her mouth, shuddering with pleasure and nearly losing the ability to remain standing as white-hot jets of fluid went down her throat. Julianna stumbled back, choking and wiping at her mouth, glaring as sudden tears glittered in her eyes. “Don’t do that again,” she warned when she could speak again as he straightened on unsteady limbs. She’d sucked the strength right out of him. Holy hell, that was one bang up blowjob, even if she looked ready to brain him with his marble penholder. He hadn’t meant to come in her mouth but honestly, he couldn’t exactly spurt onto the floor. What would the cleaning lady think of that mess? But seeing Julianna with angry tears coursing down her cheeks, made him immediately defensive. “Sorry, can’t make that promise. I liked coming in your mouth.” Boston tucked his spent cock back into his trousers and zipped up with a quick motion. He knuckled her cheek and caught a tear with a small smile even though she was sending daggers his way as she replaced her glasses on her nose. “You’re pretty good at that. Are you sure you’re a virgin? You didn’t just hustle me, did you? Pretending to be the virgin without much experience, when in truth, you’re as experienced as a two-dollar whore?” Julianna narrowed her gaze at his crude humor, to retort coolly. “I hardly think you are the kind of man who would allow himself to be hustled by anyone.” “True enough,” he agreed, still riding the high of his conquest. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so euphoric after a sexual encounter. Damn, this was better than any street drug he’d ever dabbled with. “But usually women with little sexual experience don’t know what to do with a cock of my size. Let’s just say I was pleasantly surprised by your skill.” “Just because I haven’t had sex doesn’t mean I haven’t had sexual experiences,” she said, deflating his previous good humor. Why did he hate the idea of her with anyone else? She seemed to realize her comment had struck a nerve and it was her turn to smile. “And you know what they say…practice makes perfect.” Ouch. He glared at her nerve. “Good,” he managed to return with an equally frosty smile. “I look forward to sampling more of your honed talents.” A moment passed between them and Julianna exhaled with a fatalistic shake of her head. “This isn’t going to work. I don’t like you.” “And why should that matter?” Julianna blinked in surprise at his blunt question. “Well, because it does,” she answered with a tiny stamp of her foot. “The act of sex is very intimate and I would imagine you should at least like the person you are doing it with.” “Your feelings toward me are inconsequential as long as you don’t bite.” At the implication of his statement, she blushed two shades of pink. Yes, that’s right…I’m talking about when my cock is stuffed in your mouth . He watched her struggle with the urge to tell him to go to hell but when she remained silent, he shrugged. Missed opportunities, love . Back to business. He returned to his chair and leaned back with a self-satisfied smile. And why shouldn’t he be satisfied? Thus far the day had been very productive. And relaxing. Perhaps he should request a blowjob every day as part of their new arrangement. The happy thought remained with him as he said, “Richard will finalize the documents and the financial arrangements as well as have your belongings delivered to my home. Is there anything else you require before we conclude our first meeting?” She wiped at her tears, a single expression of desolation marring her lovely beauty, before she cleared her voice and lifted her chin, to say in a hard tone, “My brother better have the best of everything for the price I’m paying.” Boston smiled at her spirit, impressed. “Don’t worry. I don’t renege on my word,” he assured her, adding with a primal grin. “I look forward to being the first man between your thighs. Do whatever you need to prepare yourself for this evening,” he said, then added, “Richard will take you to the spa for your waxing, but I prefer a little hair on the pussy so please, a landing strip would be perfect.” She skewed her gaze away but nodded nonetheless. As soon as she was gone, Boston let out the breath he hadn’t known he was holding. Julianna was no easy conquest and the war he saw in her eyes was bound to leave scars. Tonight couldn’t come soon enough. Thank God, he had work to distract himself from what he wanted so desperately at the moment. -2-   A pervasive chill settled into Julianna’s body as she signed the pages-long legal document with trembling fingers and thrust it back at Richard before she lost her nerve. What was she doing? How had things come to this? She wiped at her mouth, still tasting him. She’d never met a man so handsome yet so utterly cruel. To dangle such a prize in front of her only to snatch it away unless she agreed to his disgusting demand? In all of her life she'd never met anyone so depraved. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she stared at Richard, repulsed. “How can you work for a man like him?” Richard remained expressionless as he tucked the paperwork into his interior breast pocket. “Money is a great motivator. I see it motivated you.” Julianna’s cheeks colored, hating that he would throw that in her face, even if it were true. Richard continued with a shrug, “At least I know he'll never asked me to suck his cock. That’s what he has you for.” “You think I’m a whore for doing this?” He ignored her flash of indignation and began walking to her front door, stopping to say, "What I think doesn’t matter.” “I’m not a whore,” she said quietly anyway. Maybe if she kept saying it, she’d start believing it in her heart. “What would you do if you were in my shoes?” “Everyone has a good story. Even you.” She balled her fists. “So I should’ve just let my brother rot in that wheelchair, in a place hardly fit for a dog because that’s all we can afford? I guess I’m a whore because I sold myself to help my brother. Well, at the very least, a whore with a heart of gold, right?” “Why do you care how I feel about you? I am no one to you.” “Because I don’t like the feeling of being judged for making an impossible choice. I’m just trying to do what’s right.” “Then it shouldn’t matter what others think. They don’t live your life and they don’t walk in your shoes.” That simple logic struck a chord and she let it sink in for a moment. “I suppose you’re right,” Julianna slowly agreed, wondering about the older man. She’d assumed that anyone who would work for Boston Kincaid was devoid of all morals but Richard was putting that assumption to the test. “So what do I do now?” she asked. “A car will come to pick you up in about two hours. Have your things ready to be transported to the house. Be mindful of what you bring. Only bring the essentials; everything else will be purchased at Mr. Kincaid's pleasure. Also, be sure to wear both of his gifts tonight as he will expect to see them." Her stare strayed to the white box formerly tied with the pink ribbon and bit back the hot words that danced on her tongue. She wanted to tell Richard to send the lingerie back because she wouldn’t wear it but to do so would be contradictory to what she’d agreed to and simply nodded. She was already wearing Boston’s other gift, though she hardly considered the lovely bracelet a gift when it was merely a symbol of his ownership of her. Richard smiled with approval when she didn’t balk. “Smart girl,” he said, starting to leave but Julianna stopped him with a question. “Are you loyal to him?” “Of course I am.” “Why?” “The simple answer is because he pays me to be but the complicated answer is far more complex. I’ve known his family for a very long time. I can say that Boston hasn’t always been this way.” “You mean he wasn’t always a selfish, self-absorbed asshole?” “He’s a Kincaid. He always had the potential to be that way. But at one time, he was less hard.” “What happened?” “That’s not my story to tell.” Although he appeared ready to leave, Richard paused to offer one last bit of advice. “Do yourself a favor and never question him. If he wants you to wake him up every morning with a blowjob, give it to him. If he wants to fuck you in the ass, bend over, part your cheeks and beg for it.” The vulgarity of Richard’s advice made her want to vomit. She couldn’t see herself doing any of those things but she’d just signed on the dotted line and the ink was still fresh. “And if I don't?” “Then he will make your life miserable and when that no longer works, he'll destroy anyone who was ever close to you. Starting with your brother.” What kind of monster had she just tied herself to? How could one person be that bad? “He’s an evil man,” she said, her eyes filling. Richard surprised her when he disagreed. “Not evil, just determined. You should be flattered. I’ve never seen him so taken with a single woman before.” Flattered? It was difficult to feel flattered when she suffered the knowledge she’d sold herself to the man. But Boston Kincaid had taught her a valuable lesson — even dignity could be bought. “What if he beats me?” she asked. “What then?” At that Richard smiled. “Depends on the kind of beating. Some hits can ring with pleasure.” “Not in my world.” “You're not in your world anymore. Good evening, Miss Holly. And good luck.” Richard closed the door behind him and she dropped onto her old, worn-out sofa. She plucked at the fraying fabric, a near hysterical smile following as she recalled how she’d been stressed about the seventy-five dollars the sofa had been priced at the thrift store. After Boston Kincaid was finished with her, she’d be able to buy something brand new and expensive. But she liked this worn-out, ugly sofa, she nearly wailed to the empty apartment. She dropped her head into her hands and cried. There was a time when she’d wished that a handsome stranger would sweep her off her feet and make all of her problems go away. Reality had a way of squashing those girlish fantasies. After Tom's accident, she’d had no choice but to quit school to pay for the care facility he was housed at because her apartment wasn’t equipped for someone with his needs. Tom was the only family she had left. Their parents were gone with no extended family to speak of, so what was she supposed to do? She thought of the cutting edge rehabilitation center in New Zealand and how Tom would finally get top-notch care and her spirits lifted a tiny bit until she wondered how she was going to explain this sudden lucky break. Should she tell him the truth? Would he believe it? Would he turn up his nose in disgust or would he understand? It hardly seemed possible that she was even doing this at all. She rubbed her temples hoping to massage away the tension headache that was beginning to throb. She glanced around her small apartment and began to pack. # “Is she getting her affairs in order?” he asked once Richard returned. “Yes. The car will pick her up at six and bring her to the house as requested.” “Excellent.” Boston said, the anticipation nearly killing him. “Did you give her the gift?” "I did.” “And?” he inquired impatiently. “What did she think?” “She will look quite lovely in it,” Richard answered tactfully and Boston actually chuckled. “She hated it didn’t she?” he guessed. “I think she is struggling with the unique nature of your relationship,” Richard ventured. “But I think she’ll come around eventually. You have a way with women.” “Yes, well, my money does anyway.” He gestured for Richard to leave and was left with his thoughts. What was it about this girl? Generally, he preferred his women tall, lithe and nearly rail-thin. Julianna was the antithesis to every woman he’d ever been attracted to. But he couldn’t deny that she turned him inside out and backwards and had since the moment he laid eyes on her. A dangerous thing, that. He couldn’t afford such an attraction without finding some way to control it. People were always trying to find ways to get to him — from gold diggers and con artists to desperate business owners hoping to find a deep-pocketed investor — he’d seen it all. In the end, it was safer to keep his circle of trust impossibly tight, and that extended to the women in his life. He enjoyed the flash of temper that she didn’t try to hide and he suspected she would never tell him exactly what he wanted to hear, which was something everyone else did to varying degree. The saying, “It’s lonely at the top” certainly applied to him, he thought with a momentary pinch of self-pity but then he realized what he was doing and chuckled at his own ridiculousness. Being filthy rich was fabulous. Staying in the best hotels, being assured of the most impeccable service, and never having to glance at a price tag was a luxury few were given. Where was this sudden flash of the “Rich Man Blues” coming from? Besides, in a few short hours, he was going to be balls deep inside the most intriguing, most lovely woman he’d ever encountered — and the best part — she was all his. Spirits lifted, he returned to his work, his mind already switching gears.   -3-   Even though the walls were cathedral-like, the air in the room seemed in short supply. Richard had dropped her off with her luggage at Boston’s home — was home the right word for the massive structure? — and quickly deposited her into Boston’s bedroom suite, which, honestly, looked like a small apartment, complete with a kitchenette. “Boston wants you to wait for him here. Do not wander. The house is very large and you’re likely to get lost. Stay put. You can watch television or read. There is a full library attached to the bedroom, through that door.” At the mention of the library, Julianna recalled Boston’s admission that the last time he’d been in there, he’d been having sex, not reading and she tried to push the image away. “Thanks,” she murmured, caught by the insane desire to beg Richard to stay and keep her company even though the older man was hardly the companionable type. She watched Richard leave and then once she was closed into the room, she suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to run back from where she came. Screw this . But then Tom came to mind, lying helpless in that stupid, awful bed, wasting away from depression as much as his injury and she knew she would do whatever it took to get Tom the help he needed. Well, one thing was for certain, Boston Kincaid believed in surrounding himself with the finer things in life. She wasn’t well-versed in priceless art but she was going to wager a guess that the stuff on the walls weren’t Wal-Mart specials. Not exactly her cup of tea, though. As beautiful as everything was, there was an impersonal nature to it all. Honestly, not a single personal photograph? Her small apartment was crammed with candid pictures and fun mementos of good times with friends. It struck her as very sad until she realized what was happening and she rebelled. No, she refused to feel bad for the “poor rich boy.” He was the enemy. The enemy who was about to take her virginity, a small voice reminded her and she shivered. He wasn’t ugly, not that she was particularly swayed by looks, but he definitely had genetics on his side. She wandered to the bathroom and her eyes widened at the opulence. Egad. Surely that wasn’t gold on the toilet? She hoped not. There was something wrong with a gold-plated toilet. Did he wipe his butt with dollar bills, too? She made a small sound of disgust and left the bathroom, knowing for certain she hoped a different bathroom was designated for her — one with a normal porcelain commode — but she had a sinking feeling that Boston was going to want her in this room with him. Like playing a really messed up game of house. The spa experience, at the very least, had been nice, up until it came time to wax her pubic area. Holy hell, now she knew why she’d never done that before. Talk about pain. But now, as instructed, she had a nearly bald pubic area, except for the “landing strip” as Boston had called it. Even though she’d never done the deed, she wasn’t exactly naïve about sex. She’d fooled around with boyfriends but she’d wanted to save that one part of herself for the man she married. Right about now she was feeling pretty stupid for that decision because she’d basically sold her virginity to a man she was fairly certain she despised. Julianna covered her face with her hands and fought the sudden wash of tears that sprang to her eyes for her situation. Okay, get a grip. Let’s get down to brass tacks …even though she was losing something precious, she was gaining something, too. As much as she hated to give Boston credit for anything, he did have a point. How many women gave away their virginity for so much less? True. So, looking at the situation logically, she could assume that a man like Boston Kincaid likely bores easily so after he’s taken what he wants, after a week or so he’ll probably turn her loose and she’ll walk away one million dollars richer and Tom will be in New Zealand, getting the care he needs. It’s all good. Yeah. So, why did she want to throw up? She’d just gone to the bed to sit and calm down when the door opened and Boston walked in. She must’ve paled for Boston smirked and said, “Now, is that any way to greet the man who just made the impossible possible in your world?” And then she knew she couldn’t go through with this. No fucking way. -4-   Boston hadn’t expected the leap in his heartbeat the minute he opened the door and saw Julianna sitting on his bed, looking to his eyes like a beautiful present waiting for him to open, but there was no denying that she caused his heart to race. He was nearly consumed with the need to touch every inch of her skin and to possess everything she had to offer. Then he realized she was not wearing the lingerie he purchased for her. “Are you forgetting something?” he asked, his gaze flicking to the white box on the bed. “I would like to see you in my gift.” Julianna stood and in spite of the fire in her eyes, he caught the subtle tremble in her body as she declared, “I’ve made a mistake. I can’t go through with this. I’m sorry but I’m not cut out for this kind of thing. I know there are women out there who would jump at an opportunity to be your beck-and-call girl but I’m not that girl. I was wrong to accept and I know I signed a bunch of paperwork but…I just can’t.” Boston chuckled as he removed his jacket and tossed it to the French, ornate armchair that he personally despised, and began unbuttoning his shirt cuffs. When he didn’t immediately answer, she took a step away from him and said, “What are you doing? Didn’t you hear me? I can’t do this. I’m sorry. Find someone else. Obviously, I will return the money. I’ll find a way to help Tom on my own.” At that he arched his brow and stripped his shirt from his body. “Really? How industrious of you. Have you a spare $300,000 lying around that I’m unaware?” “Of course not,” she said, scowling. “You know that.” “Yes, I do know that. I also know that you’re late on your payment to Serene Hills, the managed care facility where your brother was moldering away in his hospital bed. How many late payments do they allow before they toss your brother on his broken ass?” She blinked back tears, hatred in her expressive eyes. “You’re a bastard. You already know the answers to the questions you’re asking.” “Yes, I do. The answer is three. And you’re on No. 3. What’s the plan after they toss him out? Your apartment isn’t suitable for Tom’s wheelchair and your bedroom is much too small for the specialized hospital bed he needs. What’s your grand plan?” “I don’t know!” she cried, tears appearing. “But I’ll figure something out. I just can’t do what you’re asking me to do.” He tsked as if he felt true empathy for her situation but in truth, he was in ruthless mode and he’d do just about anything to keep her to her word. He unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall, kicking them free. He took a seat on the bed and began to remove his socks. It did not escape his notice that her gaze had strayed to the bulge in his boxer briefs. He had nothing to hide and was pleased to note the sudden flush in her cheeks as she skewed her gaze sharply. “My sweet Julianna…stop fighting the inevitable. Your heart is your biggest strength and likely, your biggest handicap. You will do whatever it takes to help heal your brother because you love him so much. You’re a good little sister and you should be proud of your character. Is that what you need to hear so you can go forward without guilt?” “It’s not guilt I feel,” she retorted, wiping at her eyes. “It’s shame.” “Shame? For what?” he asked, settling onto the bed, enjoying watching her even as she struggled. Everything about her intrigued him. “Women have been bartering the pussy for centuries. It’s really nothing new or worth getting worked up over.” “Yes. Men have been coercing and manipulating women for a very long time but it doesn’t make it right.” “That’s a matter of opinion I suppose. Seems right to me.” He shrugged with a negligent smile. “Now, enough with this nonsense and put on the lingerie.” “Does anyone ever tell you no?” “Not successfully.” She exhaled a short breath of exasperation but he could tell she was wavering. He was an expert in reading people — a decided benefit in his position — and knew she was on the edge of capitulating. The key to any successful negotiation was to know the opponent’s weakness. Julianna’s weakness was embarrassingly easy to discern. “It’s a pity you’re reneging on the deal. At this moment, Tom is being readied for transport to the airport. His suite, compared to the one he’s currently staying in, looks as luxe as the Taj mahal. But I suppose I can cancel the order. However, I thought I should mention that I spoke with a doctor at Stanford about your brother ’s injury and he said there’s a window of opportunity that quickly closes for treatment. And Tom’s window is rapidly closing.” “Tom’s doctor never told us that,” she said, chin lifted. “You’re lying.” “Why would I lie? It makes no difference to me if your brother never walks again. Besides, why would your doctor dangle hope in front of you when he knows you’ll never have access to the kind of treatment your brother would need? Seems unnecessarily cruel, if you ask me.” He shifted and pulled his underwear off, tossing them to the floor, smiling when she gasped at seeing him completely nude with a rock-hard erection eagerly springing into view. He palmed his cock and grinned. “Are we finished with the moral dilemma? If so, I’m ready to get this party started.” A long moment stretched between them but Boston’s confidence never wavered. He knew she’d cave. She was too tender-hearted for her own good. He tried not to crow with triumph when Julianna dragged her feet to the edge of the bed and grabbed the box. “There’s a girl…” he murmured, pleased. “I hate you,” she hissed, clutching the box to her chest. “For the rest of my days, I will hate you until I die for making me do this.” “Duly noted.” His smile faded and his tone hardened. “Now hurry up so I can fuck you.” At that she quickly ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Boston ignored the sting of her words and focused on his victory. It didn’t matter how she felt about him as long as he could feel her body beneath his. That’s all that mattered, he reminded himself. That’s. All. That. Mattered. # Julianna’s heart nearly burst through her chest it was hammering so hard. How could one man be so insufferably cruel and yet devastatingly attractive at the same time? Even if Boston hadn’t been obscenely wealthy, getting what he wanted would’ve been his gift — and that included any woman. Her cheeks heated to the point of pain as she lifted the black corset from the box. How appropriate…black as sin. The moment she stepped into that cursed thing, she was agreeing to be Boston’s sex slave for lack of a better way of putting it. There was no prettying up what was going on between them. But it was for a good cause, right? Maybe if she held onto that one simple truth it would shield her from the shameful agony staring her in the face. Julianna squeezed her eyes shut and blew a short breath to force herself to focus. Put it on. Just do it . Unless she was prepared to grab her things and walk out, she had no choice. And he knew it. For that matter, he knew she wouldn’t renege on the deal because there was more at stake than just her pride. Damn him for being a smug bastard. She slipped the corset on and adjusted it properly. Staring into the mirror she couldn’t believe how sexual she appeared. Her hair, loose and free, fell in loose, soft golden waves down her back, and the pupils of her brown eyes seemed impossibly large. The bustier pushed her breasts up until they were practically overfilling the demi cups and she was dangerously close to having a wardrobe malfunction with a nip slip. She supposed that was the point — easy access. This is a biological process, she told herself sternly when her cheeks bloomed with pink. Not a big deal. But as she glanced nervously at the door, knowing that a naked billionaire was no doubt stroking his cock while he waited, her knees shook. “Should I come join you?” he asked from behind the door and she started. “I-I’m coming,” she answered, licking her lips and fervently praying for divine intervention. An earthquake, a hurricane, a tornado…hell, even a shark-nado would be welcome at this point. But as the seconds ticked by with nothing happening, a tiny desperate sigh escaped her lips and she knew it was time to either get her butt out there and do the deed or put her clothes back on and get the hell out of there. And there really wasn’t a choice anyway. Tom deserved the best care there was. If it weren’t for her, he never would’ve been on that mountain and he never would’ve broken his back. She could do this for her brother. Julianna emerged from the bathroom and Boston’s gaze glazed over. Although he tried to hide it, he looked ready to devour her. When an answering thrill raced down her spine at the hunger she saw, she pushed it down, refusing to accept that Boston created a dark spiraling need inside her that defied all reason. “Come here,” he instructed in a husky tone that made her shiver. She walked toward him, her breathing shallow and fast. Julianna stopped at the side of the bed and avoided his groin area, not wanting to admit that the sight of his hardened erection, straining and beaded with moisture at the tip, intrigued her in a way that made a mockery of her protests. What did it say about her that she was aroused? He sensed her struggle and his expression softened. “My sweet Julianna, let me teach you how beautiful sex can be,” he said, pulling her to the bed gently. He pressed her onto her back, against the sensual silk of the pillows and loomed above her. His cock nudged her pubic area, as if seeking her damp heat, and she bit her lip as tingles of anticipation threatened to obliterate her hatred for him. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, allowing his gaze to travel her body, returning to rest on the bountiful globes barely contained in the corset. “Your skin is unlike any I’ve ever touched.” Julianna clenched her fists to prevent herself from reaching out to touch him, to explore his body as he was doing to her. He stopped and cocked his head, realizing she was stiff as a plank and rested his head on his hand, his ardor cooling. “Are you determined to hate my touch?” he asked. Her eyes popped open. “Nowhere in the contract does it say I have to enjoy myself. Frankly, I’m surprised it matters to you.” “It matters.” Boston’s expression gave her the chills. Had she offended him? “Why?” “Because it does,” he snapped, moving away from her to stalk to the small mini-bar tucked away in a corner near the kitchenette. His ass, two perfectly muscular halves of man-flesh made Julianna twist with something she didn’t want to feel. Her insides felt slippery and aching while her female parts tingled with need. Julianna bit down on her tongue to remain silent. He hadn’t paid for her acting skills and she wasn’t about to start moaning and thrashing about for his benefit. What if it wasn’t an act, a sly voice asked and she stubbornly pushed it away, not willing to even entertain the idea of enjoying sex with the ruthless man. Boston poured himself something — whiskey or scotch, she wasn’t sure — into a short glass and drank it quickly as if needing its liquid strength or patience and said, “I don’t know why I’m so taken with you. By all accounts my all-encompassing desire for you defies logical thinking.” At that she frowned because if she wasn’t mistaken, he’d just insulted her but before she could voice her opinion, he’d finished his second drink and had continued talking. “Honestly, you’re not even my type.” “You have a type?” she couldn’t help but ask, curious in spite of her adamant decision to keep things at surface level between them. “Let me guess…high society girls with tall, thin figures who eat a leaf of lettuce at lunch and claim they’re full?” At that a dark smile spread across his mouth. “Yes, actually.” “What do you like about that?” she asked, suddenly very conscious of the way her tummy pooched a little and how her thighs were plump. Hell, everything about her was plump. Julianna shifted against the threat of inadequacy that bobbed to the surface and wondered if there would ever come a day when she didn’t wish she were taller or thinner. Arrgh! She wanted to love the way she felt in her skin but it was so hard when women were bombarded with impossible body images splashed on every media outlet. “Well, maybe you should’ve picked one of your stick girls to play around with,” she said, realizing too late that she sounded like a jealous, insecure girl, so she tacked on, “I mean, if that’s what your thing is, you know? Seems to me you ought to go after it.” “Oh, I am going after what I want,” he assured her with another smile that made her skin feel too tight on her bones. He pushed away from the bar and returned to the bed. She should’ve scooted to the other side but she was locked in place by forces that seemed to take control of her legs. Boston cupped her jaw and stared into her eyes. She could drown in that gaze if she weren’t careful. How many hearts had he taken captive with his good looks and endless wealth? Would she become just another notch on his Italian leather belt? “You take my breath away…no woman has ever done what you do to me. The first time I saw you, I was mesmerized. I was determined to have you. I would allow nothing to stand in my way.” “Not even my willingness?” she murmured, shivering against his touch. “Not even that.” He dipped down to take her mouth, plundering it with such sweet brutality that she couldn’t catch her breath. He tasted of alcohol and a darkness that threatened to swallow her whole if she wasn’t careful. Within moments, he was pressing her into the mattress with his body and she clung to him as he plundered her mouth as surely as he planned to penetrate her virgin body. And it was wildly intoxicating. His tongue dipped and swept through her mouth, while his hand traveled down the hard wire of the corset to palm her woman’s mound. She gasped and groaned as he increased the pressure, creating a delicious, almost painful, pleasure that caused her hips to rise to meet his hand, desperately seeking more of the same. He tore the tiny panties from her body and within seconds his questing finger slipped between her dewed lips, penetrating that crazy heat and stoking it to an even bigger flame. Boston stroked her insides, thrumming a secret spot against her vaginal wall that popped a groan from her mouth. Suddenly, he pushed hard and she cried out from the pinch of pain but he soothed her instantly, gentling his touch until she forgot about the pain. “So tight, my sweet Julianna…I’ll try not to hurt you,” he said in a low, husky tone that danced down her spine. The timbre of his voice wreaked havoc on her nerves and obliterated her last defense. She’d never felt overtly sexy but the way he touched her awakened a part of her that she’d squelched a long time ago. The binding of the corset rubbed against her sensitized nipples, igniting a deeper fire inside her and she gasped with the power of her arousal but the shame of selling herself ran deeper than her pleasure and she pushed at his shoulders in a desperate bid to calm her raging hormones so she could think again. But he was wise to what she was trying to do and he wasn’t going to let her. “Why do you fight something so good?” he asked, shocking her when he withdrew the finger embedded deeply inside her and sucked the juices free. “Ahhh, God girl, you’re sweeter than candy.” “Ohh my God,” she exclaimed, covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe you did that. How gross.” Boston pulled her hands free and pulled her hands up and over her head, his gaze stern. “Nothing we will do together should disgust you. I will know every inch of your body and you will know mine. Do you understand?” She couldn’t find her voice and bobbed a nod instead, though her face felt on fire. Pleased with her response, he lowered his head to her chest and nuzzled the deep valley between her breasts, inhaling the scent of her skin. “You smell like cookies and cream,” he noted with faint amusement. “And I already know you taste just as delicious as you smell but I need more than that tiny nibble,” he said as he released her hands and moved down her body, stopping at the vee of her thighs and she discerned his intent. “Are you…?” He wasted no time in parting her vaginal lips and she sucked in a wild breath, equal parts mortified and insanely aroused, and nearly screamed when his tongue buried itself between her folds, seeking that swollen bud that pulsed with need and want. “Ohhh! Oh God! No…yes! Oh…!” She couldn’t even form words. Boston buried his face deeper against her intimate flesh, suckling her clitoris and flicking it until she lost the ability to do anything but moan and thrash her head as something powerful built inside her. She’d masturbated before — so an orgasm wasn’t foreign to her — but goodness gracious, whatever was coming was far bigger than any pleasant tingles she’d wrought on her own. “B-Boston!” He increased his tempo and thrust his finger deep inside her, pushing against that sweet spot and within moments, she was slipping into the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced — the kind she’d only read about. Toes-curling, body-clenching, mind-blowing, forget-your-name kind of orgasm and for a long moment she wasn’t sure if she’d died because she couldn’t hear or see — only feel. Good God.     -5-   What the hell just happened to her? Julianna slowly came to her senses and found Boston, lips slicked with her juices, smiling smugly at her but his eyes were darkened with passion, looking much like a wolf eyeing his next meal. She swallowed, trying to catch her breath, but inexplicably, another wave began just as the last had begun to recede. Her eyes widened and she moaned as the pleasure buffeted her, this one slightly less violent than the first but definitely bigger than anything she’d given herself. The fact that he was watching her come, was an even bigger turn-on than she ever imagined it would be in her most private fantasies but then again, her fantasies had been decidedly tame, she realized. After a long moment, her muscles finally stopped contracting and she could breathe again, but her body felt wonderfully languorous and soft. She couldn’t help the drowsy smile that found her lips and he couldn’t resist dropping a kiss against her mouth. He smelled of her sex and, shockingly, she found that hot. “I like the way I smell on you,” she admitted in a small voice. “And I like the way you taste,” he said, his gaze roaming her face as if committing it to memory. In this moment, she could almost forget how they came together and why. But reality had a way of forcing itself through even the heaviest of curtains and she tried to prepare herself for what would come next. Perhaps he would be quick about it and the act wouldn’t drag on. Would it be different if they were in love? Of course it would. She should be doing this with the man who was going to love her forever, not the man who’d bought her. But there was no turning back now. He seemed to sense her withdrawal and his expression changed. “You are a stubborn woman,” he said, jerking at the strings on her corset to loosen it. She bit back a cry as the motion bruised tender skin. “But you will find I am even more so.” He bared her breasts and tossed the corset onto the floor. Julianna’s nipples, pebbled into aching points, jutted from her full breasts like offerings and she hated that she wanted him to stuff them into his mouth. But he was no longer about foreplay or making the experience pleasurable for her. “On your hands and knees, Julianna,” he ordered and when she was slow to obey, he quickly tossed her on her belly and pulled her hips toward him. Her ass was in the air, anchored by his strong grip and she was helpless to do anything but wait for that moment when he impaled her on his cock. A quiver of need started somewhere in her groin and she groaned in spite of the mortification. “Tell me you want me,” he ordered. She bit her lip to refuse. Wasn’t it enough that he could wring such pleasure from her body? Did he have to grind the knowledge into her brain? “Tell me,” he said in a harsh voice and she shuddered. Suddenly, he changed tactics and she was unprepared for the soft touch on the bare skin of her behind. “You have the sweetest ass, Julianna…a man could spend a lifetime staring at this view. But an ass like this is perfect for something else.” She stiffened and tried to rise but he pushed her back down. Was he going to…? Oh, please no . “Boston…please don’t do that…” “Do what sweetness?” He was toying with her as punishment for her disobedience. He ran his finger lightly down the crack of her bottom and she trembled wildly at the possibility of his invasion of her most private place. “Please don’t…” was all she could say and he chuckled, ignoring her plea to gently push his finger between her cleft. “Boston!” And suddenly, he was pressed against her, at her ear and her breath caught painfully in her chest. “Don’t what? Don’t fuck you in your ass? Oh, sweet girl, I can’t make that promise. You have an ass made for fucking. Just the thought of pumping my cock into that tight hole is enough to make me come. You would deny me such a pleasure? Have you forgotten? You are my purchased property, which means that sweet, tight ass belongs to me and I will fuck it at my leisure. That’s a promise ,” he ended with the silky threat and she would’ve collapsed on the bed if it weren’t for him holding her tightly. He reared back and she tensed, but instead of that cock splitting her backside as she feared, the soft, spongy flesh pressed against her core and rubbed at her clitoris, teasing it back to life, creating sparks of pleasure that promised to ignite with the right touch. Soon she was moaning again, pressing against him, eager to feel that blinding pleasure again. She was worse than a cat in heat. She had no shame. Hunger clawed at her as need began to spiral. He rubbed the soft head of his cock against the tip of her clitoral hood and soon, she was desperate. The touch wasn’t hitting the exact right spot but it was maddeningly close and she suspected that he knew it because he chuckled at her sounds of frustration. She gritted her teeth, knowing exactly what he wanted but she should she give in? Hell, she couldn’t stop herself. “Boston! I want you,” she gasped giving in with a frustrated cry. “Please! Make me come again!” “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he said with an approving smile. He replaced his cock with his fingers and pinched her pulsing clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, sending her into orbit. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she lost all sense of time and place until suddenly, Boston was there — pushing himself slowly and inexorably into her hot, quivering sheath, until he was pressed tightly against her hymen. One quick thrust, a ripping pain, and he was balls deep inside her. But he didn’t give her time to focus on the pain. He was already angling his cock so that it rubbed against her G-spot. With each thrust, the pain slowly receded, replaced by that deep, soul-born pleasure that vibrated throughout her entire body and she was once again keening and mewling like an animal in breeding season. Embarrassment was an emotion for the rational mind — and rationality had long since fled. All that remained was mind-blowing pleasure. The bastard certainly knew how to make a woman forget who she was. Julianna gasped as another star burst behind her eyes and her muscles spasmed with rhythmic pleasure, lovingly milking his cock for every drop he had to give. She would never be the same after Boston Kincaid. Ever. # For one glorious moment, Boston’s mind was totally devoid of conscious thought. His body was still ringing with the after effects of a mind-blowing orgasm and he was totally spent. What an amazing ride. If he were an older man he would’ve been fearful for his heart for it’d nearly burst out of his chest, it was beating so hard. Julianna started to roll away from him and he stopped her. He hated that she wanted to get away from him, no matter that he’d just made her come several times over. Julianna stared with faint mistrust at his hand on her arm, tousled and plainly thoroughly fucked and his gut twisted. God, she was gorgeous but she hated him. “Where are you going?” he asked. “The bathroom,” she answered, pulling her arm free. “Are you okay with that?” He released her. “I suppose. Don’t take all day. I’m not finished with you.” Julianna scurried to the bathroom and practically slammed the door. Boston winced at the sound and fell back against the pillows. Most women would’ve been licking his toes at this point but not Julianna. She was as stubborn as they came. Maybe that was part of her allure; she didn’t do anything that he expected her to. He found her refreshingly irritating with her refusal to bow to him in anyway unless his tongue was in her pussy. That seemed the only way to bend her to his will. Not a bad way of doing things, he supposed. He loved the taste of her. He could smell her sex on his face and he wanted more. But, he realized with a sigh, virgins needed time to recover. He knew it’d hurt when he’d ripped through her hymen. He’d felt her body stiffen and swallowed her tiny cry of pain. Perhaps he could make it up to her somehow. But as soon as the generous thought crossed his mind, he pushed it away. What did he care if she thought he was the devil? She’d signed on the dotted line and agreed to the deal so as long as she cooperated, he could give a shit as to her personal feelings about him. Besides, their acquaintance would end eventually and they’d both go on their merry ways and she could relegate him to the deepest, darkest place in her personal history and likely, he’d forget all about her with time because let’s face it, at the end of the day, after a woman had served her purpose and no longer interested him, he could barely remember her name. How does that bullshit taste ? A voice mocked silently and he scowled though he knew the voice had only been in his head. There’d been a time when he’d been an idealistic romantic but that was so long ago he barely remembered how it felt to believe in true love and all that crap. Boston climbed from the bed and strode to the kitchenette, where he pulled a water from the small refrigerator. After guzzling it down, he grabbed another for Julianna. Don’t want to get dehydrated, he thought with a lascivious smile. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her. Dirty things. He wanted to defile her body in so many ways that she never once forgot who had obliterated her virginity. If he could, he would tattoo his name across her pussy so she could never escape his possession of her. Damn, he should’ve put that in the paperwork. He rather liked the idea of having his ownership on her permanently. Maybe he could renegotiate. At that he smiled with delight but even as his cock was ready to play again, there remained that annoying voice at the back of his mind that tugged at something from his past, dragging it out from the depths of its locked box to throw at his feet. He’d once loved so deeply that he’d nearly lost himself when the relationship had crumbled to dust. He swore he’d never give his heart to another woman to break. Ever. But his cock? That he’d gleefully give to Julianna over and over and over… -6-   Julianna stared at her nude body in the mirror, shocked at how easily Boston had turned her inside out with his touch. The things he’d done to her… and the way she’d responded…she squeezed her eyes shut to avoid seeing the stain of embarrassment spread across her cheeks. She’d been as wild as a harlot and just as shameless. Her breasts appeared bigger and the nipples were reddened from the corset and moisture dribbled from between her thighs. She knew what dripped from her core — his seed — and she quickly grabbed a towel and began wiping it away. They hadn’t actually discussed protection and she’d assumed that he would use a condom. Julianna scrubbed at her skin but the damage was done. His seed was deep inside her and if one of those industrious swimmers found its mark, she’d end up pregnant. What had he been thinking? Maybe he hadn’t been. Maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he had scores of bastards running around in the world and he didn’t give a lick because all he had to do was write a check to make them go away. Well, she didn’t want to be tied to him any longer than required and that certainly included getting pregnant by him. They’d have to have a talk immediately because she refused to have sex with him again without protection. End of story. She winced as her insides twinged, an instant reminder of how thoroughly she’d been fucked and she hated that she’d loved it. Sex was pleasurable — her body didn’t know the difference between Boston’s cock and another man’s. But there was no denying that Boston knew his way around a woman’s body. He was damn near masterful. Well, practice made perfect, so they say, and Boston had likely had plenty of it. Julianna rinsed and dried her face and then grabbing the robe hanging on the door and quickly putting it on, she returned to the bedroom. Boston initially frowned when he saw the robe but he allowed her to remain robed, for which she was grateful. She climbed onto the bed, keeping as much distance as possible between them but accepted the water bottle he handed her. He regarded her with smoldering heat that made him appear sexy and dangerous — a combination that did terrible things to her resolve — but he surprised her when instead of reaching for her, he began talking instead. “I’ve arranged for a Skype session for you and your brother once he gets settled in New Zealand. I would imagine he has many questions for you. Of course, you will tell him nothing of our arrangement. I don’t care how you frame our relationship as long as you keep the details of it private. I’m sure you can imagine how if word got out, it could look bad for me.” A wry smile found her lips. “You mean, extorting sexual favors from a woman would be a blight on your reputation? Shocking.” “Yes, well, let’s just say, it would be very inconvenient to have to explain and I have no wish to do that. Besides, what inconveniences me will spell ruin for you. For both our sakes…keep it clean.” Ironic that he was instructing her on keeping things clean when he’d just done incredibly filthy things to her. He must’ve recognized the irony as well for he smiled before adding, “I know you’ll do what’s best because you’ve already demonstrated you’re a pragmatic woman.” She supposed he was right. “I will keep the story vague and PG. How’s that?” “Excellent.” He paused a moment as if considering how to phrase his next question, then asked, “How are you feeling? Any residual pain?” “Please don’t pretend that my welfare is of your concern,” she said coolly. “I’m fine.” Perhaps she should’ve been less cold. Suddenly, any hint of warmth fled and he said, “Do not confuse my query with concern for your welfare. I only inquired to determine how quickly we could fuck again. But if you’re ready to go, then so am I.” To prove his point, he palmed his quickly plumping erection and smiled. “Off with the robe.” “Wait,” she said, tucking the robe around her more tightly as she prepared to stand her ground. “We have a problem that has to be addressed immediately before we do anything else.” “And what would that be?” he asked, irritated. “You didn’t use a condom,” she answered. “And I have no interest in getting pregnant with any child of yours.” He narrowed his gaze but a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he said, “If this were truly a concern, perhaps you should’ve mentioned it before I came inside you.” “I wasn’t thinking,” she admitted, mortified to acknowledge her own stupidity. “But I’m thinking now and we have to take precautions. I mean, I’m sure you’re not interested in fatherhood any more than I’m looking to be your baby mama.” His expression inexplicably shuttered and he climbed from the bed as he said, “You’re correct. Fatherhood doesn’t appeal to me but you needn’t worry. I can’t father children.” “Why not?” “Because I suffered a debilitating injury in my youth and now I’m sterile. Are you sufficiently relieved that I won’t ruin your life with any child of mine? ” It was the way he said it that made her pause. It was as if he’d been truly hurt that she would say such a thing, which was baffling. What did he care what she thought? And, yes, she was relieved. However, as she slowly allowed the robe to fall from her shoulders, and as he loomed above her, hungry and ready, his dark eyes piercing her soul before his head dipped down and his mouth greedily sucked at her hardened nipples, she thought — ever so briefly —what a terrible tragedy for someone like Boston. Her last thought before succumbing to his touch…his babies would be beautiful. # Boston forced himself to leave so that Julianna and her brother Tom could have a private moment to chat but he was disconcerted by his desire to stay. He told himself it was only because he wanted to be sure that Julianna kept her end of the bargain and left out any mention of their private arrangement but in truth, he simply wanted to be with Julianna. Thankfully, he was glad for the work that pulled him away because without it, he might’ve found a reason to hang around. But too soon the work was done and he was left to his own thoughts again. And those thoughts went unerringly straight to Julianna. He called Richard in and seconds later Richard appeared, closing the door softly behind him as usual. “Yes, Sir?” he asked. “Is the background check finished on Julianna?” Boston asked. “Of course. The finished report will be on your desk tonight.” He grunted his approval but he wanted to know what was in that report now. “Give me the highlights. I need to know more about her.” “Shall I start with her birth or should I skip to the college years?” Richard asked with a disapproving tone that Boston found annoying, only because he knew Richard was probably right that he was going overboard. “College years will suffice.” “Good student, dropped out of college to care for her brother Tom after a skiing accident in Vale. Apparently, Julianna was there with Tom when it occurred. They were there on winter break and Tom took a tumble but help wasn’t immediately available because they went off trail and it took a while to find them. The delay in treatment might account for his inability to walk now.” Boston nodded with interest. That may account for the guilt she obviously felt. “Perhaps it was her idea to go off the trail?” he surmised mostly to himself. He motioned for Richard to continue. “What about her parents?” “Dead. It is only Julianna and her brother Tom. They are very close.” “What was she studying?” “Undeclared. She was still satisfying her general education requirements when the accident occurred but the arts seemed to be of interest to her, according to her guidance counselor.” Boston raised an eyebrow at Richard, impressed that he’d managed to ferret out information from a confidential source. “Anything else?” “And leave nothing for your reading pleasure tonight? Those are the highlights.” “Very well. No boyfriend lurking in the wings?” “None that I could find. Nothing serious.” That pleased him. “Excellent. I wouldn’t want to have any unfortunate altercations with other guys. That means she’s all mine,” he murmured, wanting to go home immediately. Richard’s expression made him realize he was acting out of character again and he straightened. “Good work. That will be all,” he said, dismissing him. Richard paused at the door, turning to say, “I need to say something…” “Are you going to say something that will piss me off?” “More than likely.” Boston exhaled sharply and motioned for Richard to continue. “Go on, get it over with.” “I’ve been with this family for a very long time. Long enough to see you change over the years.” Boston didn’t like the direction of Richard’s point but out of respect for the older man, he allowed him to keep talking. “Ever since GiGi did what she done to you—“ “I don’t want to talk about GiGi. That’s part of the past that I don’t even think about anymore.” “That’s horseshit and you know it.” Startled, Boston stared at his long-time, right-hand-man. Recovering, he narrowed his gaze in warning. “Careful…you’re treading on dangerous ground.” “I know that. But I’ve been watching you self-destruct for a long time and it’s finally gotten to the point where you’re out of control. What are you planning to do that poor girl? She’s not the one you’re angry with — you’re angry with GiGi. Take it up with her. Not Julianna. She’s a sweet kid.” “She’s no kid,” Boston growled. “And since when are you her champion? You hardly know her.” “True. But I see how you are with her and I think she’s different. I think she makes you feel different and that scares you. Anything that scares you, you beat into the ground. I don’t want that to happen to her. What can I say, I have a soft spot for the girl.” “Keep your soft spot to yourself. She’s mine.” “Calm down. I’m old enough to be her father. I’m saying this for your benefit. You used to be a good man, Boston. But it’s been a while since I can say that.” “Where’s this coming from?” “You know…I think it’s when I heard myself giving the poor girl some crappy advice.” “Which was?” “I told her to do whatever you asked her to do, no matter her feelings about it. That was plain wrong. Her feelings matter and a long time ago, I wouldn’t have had to tell you that.” Yeah, that was true but that man was long gone. The fact that Richard was trying to resurrect him was a sign that maybe Richard needed to retire. “Julianna will be pleased to know she has such an ardent champion,” Boston said, leaning back in his chair. “Is that all?” Displeased with Boston’s lack of acknowledgment, Richard’s mouth firmed into a tight line and he shook his head. “Stubborn as your old man but at least he had the sense to admit when he was wrong.” “Yes, well, we all have our faults.” Boston flicked at a piece of lint on the felt on his desk and fixed his employee with a hard stare. “Here’s the deal… Julianna isn’t your concern. But to ease your conscience, she’s a consenting adult who is being fairly compensated for any inconvenience our relationship may cause. And contrary to what you may think…I’m not a monster.” “No, you’re not a monster, but you can be a real asshole. I’ve seen you in action when you’re determined to grind someone into the ground. I’m afraid that you’re going to break her spirit because she’s the type who will never bow down to someone like you. Ever.” Richard’s frank opinion rang with truth and Boston couldn’t deny it. There was strength to Julianna but he could break her if he wasn’t careful and he had no wish to break her. At least not yet. “You’ve been a loyal employee for many years,” he stated. “So I’ll forgive your momentary lapse in reason. But don’t make a habit of it or else you’ll find yourself working for someone else.” Richard laughed at him, saying, “You forget yourself, son. I work for you because I choose to. Keep it up and I’ll walk on my own. I’ve said my piece. It’s up to you what you do with it. One final thing,” he said, going to the door. “What do you think your father would’ve thought of your little arrangement with Julianna? I’ll leave you with that thought. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Boston opened his mouth but Richard had already closed the door behind him. The thing was, Boston knew in his heart of hearts that he’d never truly fire Richard. He’d been his father ’s best friend and Boston had known Richard his entire life. If anyone knew Boston, it was Richard and there was no denying that truth. But he was still pissed because no one liked to hear when they were screwing up. Not even if they deserved it. Richard was right, he’d been punishing other people for what GiGi had done for a long time. Didn’t feel good to have that truth pushed in his face. But he wasn’t about to let Julianna go. And he didn’t care what he had to do to hold onto her. Good God…he realized with a laugh. He was officially an asshole and a jealous-obsessive type. Well, he’d never been one for labels anyway. He wanted her. That’s it. He’d deal with the why later. -7-   “I still don’t understand…how did you make this happen?” Tom asked from the Skype screen, the quality of the feed a little glitchy due to the distance between California and New Zealand. “I mean, I’m not complaining, this place is off the chain but…it’s gotta be pretty expensive.” Julianna bit back surprisingly happy tears for her brother. “The insurance came through,” she lied through her teeth. “I had to really go after it but when they realized I wasn’t going to give up, they gave in and approved the facility.” “It’s funny, how did you even hear about this place? And why didn’t you mention it before? I could’ve at least helped with the paperwork. You shouldn’t have to take on the lion’s share of all the work.” “It’s no trouble. I wanted to do it. And now it’s done so all’s well that ends well. Stop worrying and start focusing on healing that spinal injury. I want you back on those slopes as soon as possible so I can finally beat you fair and square.” “Yeah, I’m not sure I’ll be strapping on skis anytime soon,” Tom said and Julianna’s heart nearly broke for his quiet pain. Tom had been such an athletic guy, that to be sidelined like this was a cruelty beyond words. “But hey, you never know. Maybe this place can work a miracle, right?” he added in an attempt to lighten the conversation. She nodded. Please God…grant us a miracle . Tom paused then said, “Thanks Sis…I really appreciate what you’ve done for me. Not many people would’ve put their life on hold for a broken brother.” Julianna nearly choked as she said, “Well, most people don’t have an awesome brother like I do.” She wiped at her tears and smiled. “Okay, enough of this crybaby stuff. You do everything they tell you to do and no wimping out, okay? If I hear you’re not doing the PT, I’m going to find a way to fly to New Zealand and kick your ass, wheelchair or not.” He pretended to be horrified. “You would hit a cripple?” “No, but I would punch a brother if he deserved it.” “Fair enough.” It was then Tom realized he didn’t recognize her surroundings and he frowned as he tried to peer past her. “Where are you?” “Oh…um, a friend’s house.” “Who?” “You don’t know him.” “Try me. I know a lot of people.” She graced her big brother with an indulgent smile. “Trust me, you don’t know him.” “Is this a boyfriend?” “No,” she answered quickly but covered with an excuse to get off Skype. “I’m so glad you’re settled but I have to get going. I have to work tonight and I need to do laundry still.” “Always pushing things to the last minute,” Tom said, shaking his head. “Okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Same time?” “Yeah,” she agreed, loving how Tom seemed back to his old self rather than the depressed young man he’d become after his diagnosis. “Love you, Tom-Tom.” “Love you, too, June Bug.” They disconnected and as soon as the screen went dark Julianna allowed herself the tears she’d held back. What an amazing opportunity for Tom. She was so happy for him and grateful, even if she hated lying to him about how she’d made it happen. Maybe someday she’d tell him but for now, it was better to keep it private. Plus, Julianna knew she’d need some distance between now and telling the whole story before she could tell it without dying from shame. She wiped at her tears and turned to find Boston standing in the doorway, watching her. Julianna gasped, hating that he saw her private moment. “You need a bell or something,” she grumbled. “What are you doing?” Instead of answering, he pushed off the doorframe and took a seat in the loveseat near the giant bedroom window. “Come sit with me,” he said. “Where?” she asked. He patted his lap. “Right here.” A subtle thrill danced up her spine at his instruction but she squelched it. “I’d prefer not.” “It wasn’t a suggestion.” “Are you always going to boss me around?” “Are you always going to question me?” Well, that answered that question. Realizing she would not win, she sighed and reluctantly climbed into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and for a moment she had to admit, being held this way felt pretty nice. His solid strength was an unexpected balm to her ragged nerves and his scent soothed her even though she tried to deny the warm tingling feeling spreading in her groin. Satisfied, he pressed a soft kiss to her temple, almost tenderly and she didn’t know what to think of this different side of Boston Kincaid. She gazed at him warily, causing him to say with a sigh, “Relax, Julianna.” “It’s hard to relax around you,” she admitted. “You make me feel things I don’t want to feel.” “Such as?” “Such as things that have no business happening between you and me.” “And why is that?” “Because of the reality of our relationship.” “Why are you so ashamed? It’s not a big deal.” “It’s a big deal to me.” He exhaled a long breath as if annoyed but kept further comment to himself on that score. Instead, he asked about her brother and Julianna found herself answering even though she’d privately vowed to keep Boston out of her business as much as possible. “He’s good. More than good, he said the place is amazing. The therapy they have planned is…well, out of this world. Almost something out of a sci-fi movie. Why don’t they offer those kinds of therapies here in the States?” Boston shrugged. “Probably has something to do with insurance companies and what they’re willing to pay for. For most people, this kind of treatment is just out of their reach.” She tucked her lip under her teeth. Most people, which included her. If it weren’t for Boston…the truth was that Tom likely would’ve never walked again. There were no guarantees but at least now he had a fighting chance. “I feel as if I should thank you but then I get angry because it’s not as if you did what you did out of the kindness of your heart. But still…thank you.” She’d expected the words to cut like glass coming out of her mouth but they came out more easily than she would’ve imagined. Her gratitude softened the moment between them and Boston snagged her chin to pull her gently to him. He brushed a featherlight kiss against her mouth and her heartrate sped up a notch in anticipation. “I like seeing you smile,” he murmured against her mouth. Before she had a chance to respond, he deepened the kiss, teasing her mouth with his tongue, coaxing her own response. Fire spread through her veins, igniting the banked passion lurking in her body, and within moments she was helping Boston peel her clothes from her body. Fully nude, she straddled him in the chair, marveling with silent awe the way their bodies fit together. His gaze darkened with lust as his hands closed around her breasts, drawing her closer to suck a tightened nipple into his mouth. A purr escaped from her lips as she fell forward, feeding more of her breast into his mouth. He groaned against her skin and her core heated and slicked, ready for his cock. She didn’t care at the moment how they came together. All that mattered was Boston’s touch and how it made her squirm. She shimmied from his lap and knelt beside him, helping him unbuckle his pants. As soon as his cock sprang free from his silk boxers, she sucked that ready length down her throat. There was something so primal and raw about accepting a cock into her mouth. A thrill of sexual awareness tripled her heartrate as her efforts popped a moan from Boston’s mouth. There was a heady sense of power to have him so vulnerable and in her control. His hips lifted in subtle thrusts in time with her actions and his skin became clammy as she worked him. “Oh God, Julianna…” he cried, tensing as the orgasm clenched him in a breathless grip. This time she was prepared and when he came, filling her mouth in great, warm, salty spurts, she was ready and greedily swallowed every drop, milking his cock until he shuddered and collapsed in a boneless heap against the chair. Julianna surreptitiously wiped her mouth and allowed a smile. Good gravy, he was hot. Even more so to her eyes than ever before, which was probably dangerous. Boston’s chest heaved with the force of his harsh breathing as he recovered, but he motioned for her to join him. She straddled him again, settling her hot core against his dribbling but spent cock, and wiggled her hips a little to tease the sensitive head. Boston cocked his head as if to say, Oh yeah ? and he pulled her to him to kiss her deeply. She met his tongue with her own, tangling and dancing, loving how dirty it felt to be kissing after what she’d just done. She supposed it was similar to when he kissed her after going down on her. She liked the smell of herself on him and wondered if he liked knowing his seed had just been in her mouth. Boston angled his hips and slowly impaled her on his length. She sucked a wild breath as it seemed his cock filled her entire body, but instead of pain, nothing but pleasure followed. She shuddered as she rocked against him, rubbing herself against his hard length, moaning with frustration as her aching clitoris pulsed with need. But Boston’s wet fingers were soon touching, pinching and teasing that hungry nub as she worked her hips against the root of his cock and within moments a keening wail burst from her lips as an orgasm ripped through her pelvis, clenching muscles in a beautiful rhythm of pleasure and wild sweetness. “ B-Boston…oh God…Boston… ” his name trailed on her lips as she struggled to catch her breath, falling forward as she lost the strength to remain upright. “Swivel around, my Julianna,” he whispered and she lifted herself clumsily, swiveling on his cock so that she faced the wall and he had a perfect view of her backside. She blushed and glanced back at him, a bit embarrassed, but the hunger and desire in his stare was sexier than anything she’d ever seen. That she’d brought him to this level of lust was shockingly erotic and something she’d never imagined would turn her crank in such a visceral way. She braced herself with the arms of the chair and Boston began to drill her pussy with hard, deep thrusts. At this angle, the head of his cock hit her G spot with unerring accuracy and she shuddered, gasping as another orgasm, one that was deeper and more all-encompassing than the explosive spark of a clitoral orgasm began to build and it was all she could do to hold on for dear life. “Tell me you love my cock,” he demanded, his voice tight and strained. “Tell me how much you love being fucked by me and only me.” God, yes . At that moment she would’ve agreed to anything he asked and her mouth began to move in senseless babble. “Yes! Yes Boston, I love being fucked by you!” She squeezed her eyes shut, nearly delirious from the pleasure as it cascaded through her body in huge waves, drowning her in sensual sensation until she was only partially aware of Boston’s thrusts and the guttural cry that erupted from his mouth as he came. She collapsed against him and his spent cock fell from her dripping channel and for a long moment all they did was breathe. Sweat drying on their bodies, Julianna realized that in that moment, she felt content. She knew all the reasons why she shouldn’t but maybe it was all those endorphins rushing her cerebral cortex and when she came down from her orgasmic high she’d remember all the reasons why she hated Boston Kincair but at the moment…she kinda wanted to sleep. “You are unlike any woman I’ve ever known,” came Boston’s voice from behind her, tickling her ear and causing her to shiver. His hand lightly caressed her bare skin and she wondered at how easily he made her quake. “Tell me why you waited to have sex? Was it religious?” “No,” she answered, hesitating for a brief moment as she considered whether or not she wanted to bare her private reasons for remaining a virgin. She supposed it was a moot point now. “I wanted it to be special. I watched my girlfriends flit from boy to boy, having casual and not-so-casual sex and it meant nothing. And then, by proxy, the girls ended meaning nothing. I didn’t want to be devalued that way. I figured that if I waited until I was married to have sex, then at least I knew without a doubt, the man loved me enough to wait, which meant he valued me for more than just sex.” “Hmm…” Hmmm? That’s it? She twisted in his lap to stare at him. “I just bared my soul to you and shared something incredibly private and all you can say is hmmm ?” He frowned. “What else should I say? I could point out the irony of your situation but that seems unnecessarily mean given the nice romp we just had.” Nice romp? Ugh. She scowled. “You really know how to ruin a moment,” she muttered and popped from his lap. “For a brief nanosecond, I wondered if it were possible for you to be a decent human being but then you went and destroyed that tiny little spark of wonder and I guess I should thank you. At least now I know that I should never allow myself the misfortune of falling in love with you because I’d end up screwed in more ways than one.” “Falling in love with me would definitely be unwise. I am not interested in your heart, only your body. But rest assured that I am quite pleased with your body and I definitely look forward to more sessions like this.” Julianna stomped her foot and glared. “I hate you.” “Hateful sex can be very dirty — in a very good way. Come, let me show you how wonderful sex can be between two people who can’t stand one another.” Julianna would rather chew nails than allow him into her body again tonight . Tomorrow, admittedly, might be a different story. She rather liked those toe-curling orgasms. She grabbed her bathrobe and pulled it on, saying, “I’d rather not. I’m going to shower. Feel free to be gone by the time I’m finished.” He chuckled and popped to his feet, catching her just as she reached the bathroom door. Boston’s strong grip enclosed her waist and he buried his nose against the tender skin of her neck to whisper, “You’re so cute when you’re pissed off.” Oh, is that right? Well, let’s see how cute this is. She buried an elbow into his chiseled midsection and he grunted as he let go. Julianna lifted her chin and hit him with a hard glare. “I know self-defense and I’m not afraid to use it. Try that again and I’ll send your spleen into your lower intestines.” She expected anger, even rage but he simply waved her off and sank back into the chair with a subtle quirk of his lips that suggested a wry smile. “Enjoy your shower, Madame,” he said and she spun on her heel, slamming the door behind her. And once the door was safely locked, she yelled out, “And this is the ugliest bathroom I’ve ever seen! Gold? Ugh. Apparently, you and Liberace share the same interior designer. Tacky!” “This coming from the woman who was using coffee filters for toilet paper?” he answered from the other room and she gasped. How’d he know that? In spite of everything, a tiny giggle escaped and she turned the water on full blast. Well, at least the water pressure was decent. She supposed there was a silver lining to every bad situation. -8-     Boston listened to the shower running and considered joining Julianna but his aching mid-section cautioned him to cool his jets or else he might lose something precious. She seemed very upset that he’d been so flippant about her sharing of something private. The truth was her answer had struck an unwelcome chord and his first line of defense was to always shut down anything or anyone who came too close for comfort. But he didn’t want to push away Julianna. He enjoyed her spark, her feisty temper, even her scathing treatment. It was refreshing. And more than that — he craved spending time with Julianna. It wasn’t that she was beautiful, even though she was, his fascination went further than something surface-deep. He may have made light of her sacrifice to her brother, but he was charmed by the fact that she was, indeed, so loving at her core. She was the kind of person who would gladly sacrifice for her loved ones and yet, she was no pushover. What an enigma. She was nothing like Gigi. Gigi had been coldly gorgeous, a glittering frost princess who’d reached into his heart and ripped it out when he least expected it. He still remembered the killing blow — what a sap he was at the time. “I can’t wait to be your wife,” Gigi had said, smiling as she admired the newest piece of jewelry he’d picked up for her. Gigi loved sparkling things and Boston loved Gigi, hence the truckload of pricey trinkets she already had. Gigi gave Boston her cheek and giggled when he frowned. “Oh fine,” she relented and sank into his arms. “I suppose for a five carat pretty, you can do whatever you like with me.” Boston settled her into his lap and wondered if there was a happier man on earth than him. There was only one small thing he had to talk to Gigi about and he figured he might as well get it over with. “Babe, I have something to tell you and I hope you’re okay with it.” Gigi turned mock serious and said, “If you’re about to ask me if you can bring another woman into our bed, I’ll tell you…only if I get to choose.” She giggled at his shocked expression and nibbled on his earlobe. “You’re such a sweet boy. I don’t mind a threesome now and then.” Just the mention of such a dirty adventure caused his cock to harden instantly and Gigi knew it. She wiggled her sweet ass against the hard ridge of his cock and laughed. “Looks like someone likes that idea.” He chuckled and was tempted to follow up on that offer but he knew he had to get this out of the way before they started anything remotely fun. “I wish that were the reason I needed to talk. Honestly, I wouldn’t even be bringing this up but my dad thinks I should let you know.” At the mention of the older Kincaid, Gigi lost her smile. His old man didn’t particularly like Gigi and hadn’t been all that quiet about it. “Great, what’s Papa Bear going on about now? I swear that man has it out for me. Why can’t he just accept that we’re in love?” “Exactly! That’s what I said. And then he said that what I have to tell you might change that.” “Oh please. Nothing is going to change the fact that you’re my sweetheart. I promise,” she assured him but he would’ve felt more secure if she’d made her declaration while looking him in the eye instead of staring at her newest bauble. “So what’d the old blowhard say?” Boston let the casual insult to his father slide, knowing now was not the time to chastise her. He drew a breath and just put it out there to get it over with. “Okay, here’s the thing…I can’t have kids. In this day and age, it doesn’t seem like a big deal when there are so many other options out there for adoption but for me, unfortunately, I can’t father children.” She stilled and he didn’t begrudge her reaction because frankly, it was a bit of a bomb to drop on someone you planned to marry but the longer the silence stretched on, the more nervous he became. “You never mentioned this before,” she said. “It’s not something you whip out when you’re casually dating and you have to admit that things have moved pretty fast for us. I was too busy falling in love with you, I guess.” Her faint smile didn’t reach her eyes and he began to sweat that he was going to lose her over something that was out of his control. He kept talking in the hopes of smoothing the sudden, tiny wrinkles appearing in her forehead. “It was an accident when I was a kid. Doc says I killed my baby-makers,” he said, trying to joke but she wasn’t laughing and he knew he had to do some damage control. “We can adopt if you are set on being a mom. There are plenty of kids—“ “Boston, why would I want to adopt? I thought my children would have your DNA, not a stranger ’s.” “Does it matter all that much?” She slid from his lap and immediately put distance between them. Her voice was cold as she snapped, “Of course it matters.” Baffled and hurt, he asked, “Why?” and climbed from the chair. “Jesus, Gigi, what difference does it make if you love me?” She glared, her eyes suddenly glittering. “Because it means I’ve been wasting my Goddamn time watching my ovulation and tracking my damn period when all this time you’ve been shooting blanks!” Stunned, all he could do was stare. “What the hell are you talking about? You were trying to get pregnant?” “Yes, I was trying to get pregnant, you idiot.” “Why?” “Because a kid would’ve gotten me more money.” Ah fuck . His world began to shatter as she grabbed her purse and keys. Gone was the sweet, playful woman he’d fallen head over heels in love with in a very short time frame, replaced by a cold, angry, and cruel bitch. “Here’s the thing…your daddy would’ve insisted on the prenup, which means I would get nothing when I dumped your ass. But if I had your kid, that’s an insurance policy for eighteen years. Now, you tell me that I’ve been wasting my time, laughing at your stupid jokes and suffering your touch, for nothing? And to think…if I hadn’t been wasting my time with your sorry ass, I could’ve gotten my hands on one of those Buchanan boys. Now those are real men.” Suffering his touch? Rage began to percolate and boil. Suffering ? In a move that shocked her, Boston shoved her up against the wall and pushed hard into her face, coming so close his breath lifted the tendrils of hair framing her jaw. “Suffering my touch? Is that so? I don’t recall you complaining when I was fucking you. But then maybe it was hard to tell from all the moaning you were doing.” “What can I say? I’m a great actress,” she hissed and Boston’s hand flew up but he pulled back seconds before connecting with her lying face. He pushed away from her, disgusted and heart-broken. “Get the fuck out of here before I do something I regret.” “I dare you to hit me. I’ll own you.” “Get out.” She was just to the door when he turned and added with a sneer, “And honey, you overestimate your appeal. The Buchanans would’ve fucked you raw and then sent you on your way without even remembering your name. I’ve seen it happen a million times. It was my bad luck that you landed in my world instead.” “That makes two of us,” she countered with an angry glitter. “Thanks for nothing, asshole.” And when Gigi left — which later he learned wasn’t even her real name — she drop kicked his heart through the open door. Painful as it’d been, he learned a powerful lesson — women couldn’t be trusted. And always do a background check. # Julianna exited the bathroom and found the room empty. A small frown followed as she realized she’d expected Boston to be there waiting for her. Good, she told herself. She needed some alone time. She quickly dressed and decided to take a stroll around this monstronsity of a house. It was like living in an European castle, or at the very least a hotel. All of this for one man? Seemed excessive. Why did wealthy people have to live in such big houses? A modest three-bedroom wasn’t enough? She descended the marble staircase to the first level and her steps echoed off the gleaming floors. She shivered and realized maybe she ought to have grabbed a blanket to tuck around herself because this place was cold. Pretty flowers , she noted as she passed a huge fresh spray of mind-bogglingly beautiful flowers. Probably had them delivered every day and never even noticed them. She actually preferred plants to flowers because plants didn’t die within three days. Well, most plants. She had a bit of a black thumb but not from lack of trying. Finally, her brother Tom made her promise to do the plants a favor and stop buying them because the minute she placed them in her cart, she was dooming them to certain death. She heard a subtle, muffled noise and she followed it to another cavernous hall that branched into another room. A very manly room. Stag heads and other dead animal heads hung from the wall and she grimaced at the macabre custom. “Are you lost?” Boston’s voice asked from behind a huge chair. He swiveled around and his mouth turned up in a cool smile at her entrance. “What are you doing wandering about? Haven’t you been warned that you could get lost in this big house?” “I was bored. You can’t keep me caged in a room. That wasn’t part of the deal.” “Wasn’t it?” She glared. “No.” Boston shrugged. “Damn, I should’ve been more specific in the agreement you signed.” She ignored his odd mood and wandered the room, taking in the dark paneling and the thick bearskin rug sprawled out in front of the massive fireplace. “This place is unreal. Very old world. Was your dad a medieval lord?” At that he laughed and poured himself a drink, which by the looks of it, wasn’t his first. She gestured to the alcohol. “What’s wrong with you? I took a shower and came out and you were gone and now I find your drowning your sorrows in booze. What’d I miss?” He waved away her question and pointed at the elk staring with glass eyes straight at her. “You see that? My dad shot it with one shot. He was quite the marksman. He never took shortcuts and he always got what he was after. Gotta admire a man like that.” “I have different views of killing defenseless animals.” “Of course you do,” he said with a sigh as if weary of her constant chattering about her ideals and morals. “Well, if it assuages your conscience, we always ate what he killed. Elk steaks are quite delicious.” “I’ll take your word for it.” She walked to the fine, mahogany desk and ran her fingers along the shiny grain. “Your dad liked to spend a lot of time in here?” “When he could. It was his haven. I spent many happy moments in here in my childhood.” “So if this place is filled with happy memories, why the sour face?” Did she want to know? Maybe it wasn’t wise to poke at his personal problems but yeah, she did want to know. There was a sadness to him that tugged at her in a way that defied explanation. Hell, maybe she was just bored and needed something to distract her. Yeah, that was it. “I mean, what could possibly be going so wrong in your life? You have everything you ever could want.” “So it would seem.” “Oh c’mon…don’t pull the poor little rich boy routine because I’m not buying it.” “Fine.” He swallowed the last of his drink and motioned for her to come to him. A slow sensual smile fitted to his lips and for a moment she felt as if she were the one tipping back the booze. “Come here and take my mind off my troubles.” “And how am I supposed to do that?” she asked, sliding her tongue along the seam of her lips. He unzipped his pants and let them fall open. The tip of his cock peeped up and she gasped involuntarily as hunger ripped through her. Goddamn! Why did he have this kind of hold on her? She envisioned herself turning on her heel and leaving him alone but her feet had other plans. He was the devil; lounging with such lazy grace that he epitomized rich, sexy and smug with the knowledge that he was hung like a beast. He watched her approach, something glinting in his eyes that called to her like a siren drawing her to her doom. “Is that all that will ever be between us?” she asked in a husky whisper as she knelt before him, questioning him even as she tenderly grasped that hard, straining length. Who was she kidding? She wanted to feel him as desperately as ten-dollar hooker needing to fund her next fix. It was pathetic and primal at the same time. He scooted further down in the chair and there was something grim in his stare as he answered with a dim sadness. “It’s not in me to offer more.” She closed her eyes and slipped the soft spongy head into her mouth, hating that soul-deep need for something more than the physical. What a fucked up situation. -9-   “Pack a bag, we’re going on a trip.” “A trip? Where?” she asked, startling at his brusque instruction and nearly dropping her book in the process when he entered the room. It’d been a little past a month and oddly, they’d fallen into a routine that was beginning to feel natural — and if that wasn’t the most screwed up statement of her life, she didn’t know what was. “Hot or cold weather?” She followed him into the walkin closet, grudgingly admiring how handsome he was in his dark suit and tie. Power suit, that’s what it was called. And the term was appropriate. Boston always looked ready to destroy someone with the flick of a finger. She’d never known that power was such a turn-on, but it was. He paused as he pulled his tie free and graced her with a short, enticing smile. “Hot. Pack light. You won’t be wearing much clothing.” Ohh …Her cheeks flamed but she nodded as she hurried to throw together her stuff. After she’d managed to find a few appropriate items, she had just zipped up her bag when she felt Boston at her backside, pressing against her as he nibbled her neck. “You are in my blood, you know that?” he murmured, his voice sending delightful shivers cascading through her body. “Hard to concentrate on meetings and mergers when you’ve got this poking through your pants,” he said, pushing his hard length against her. She gasped and pushed back, secretly loving how easily she distracted him. She shoved her bag away and leaned forward, swiveling her hips in a slow, sexy motion that no doubt caused his eyes to cross, and before she knew it, he was ripping her yoga pants down to expose her ass for his view. She closed her eyes and braced herself on the bed, inhaling sharply when she felt the insistent press of his cock against her folds. Boston was insatiable but as she’d discovered, so was she. They’d had sex this morning but it was never enough. They were two fiery balls of need that threatened to engulf them both in a red-hot pit of sexual excitement. The minute he slid into her, she shuddered and her nipples pebbled as the wondrous sensation of being utterly filled rocked her world. She reveled in the feeling that she was being stretched to the point of pain, knowing that he was impaling her on his cock like a piece of meat on a spit. The things they did together were altogether dirty and fabulous and for every time he pissed her off, there was an equal moment when he left her shaking, gasping, and buffeted by intense pleasure. There were moments when he held her so in thrall that she would’ve agreed to anything and everything as long as he kept pleasuring her. Lord, at her heart she was a voracious slut. And he seemed to love that about her. “So sweet, so good,” he moaned as he buried himself inside her. His grip nearly bruised her tender skin but she was too fevered to notice. She arched, giving him deeper access and sucked in a tight breath as the head of his cock rubbed against her G spot. “God, Julianna…I can’t get enough of you,” he said, pounding into her with a ferocity that rocked her body but she loved the strength and the damn near viciousness of his thrusts. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her head back as he continued to fuck her hard. She cried out but the quick spark of pain ratcheted her pleasure to a new level and she moaned deep in her throat. “That’s it, baby, take that cock like a good slut,” he said and she shuddered as the first wave of tingling sensation began to build. She loved when he talked dirty to her. She’d never admit it when they weren’t having sex but good heavens, she loved hearing him call her all sorts of names that would make her see red any other time. Slut, whore, bitch…they all worked. Because when she had a cock in her pussy, it was all good. If he dared to call her those things when their clothes were on, she’d hit him in a tender spot. And just like that, her legs began to tremble and an orgasm roared through her body, clenching every muscle in delicious concert with the waves of pleasure cascading through her loins. Seconds later, Boston followed, filling her channel with his cream until she was dripping with his fluid. He gave her a few final pumps as the head of his cock pulsed inside her and then stumbled away with a rattled sigh, saying breathlessly, “Holy shit…I think you’re going to kill me,” as he sank into a large chair by the window. His spent cock lay limply against his thigh, glistening, as it slowly returned to its flaccid state. “Want to know where we’re going?” he asked when he’d caught his breath. “Yes.” “Too bad. Not going to tell you.” “Then why’d you ask?” He shrugged. “I love being the bane of your existence,” he answered with a shit-eating grin that she secretly found adorable. The bastard. He climbed to his feet. “I’m going to shower. We leave in fifteen minutes.” “Make it thirty. I need to shower, too.” “Nope. Fifteen. Get your ass in the shower with me to save time.” She arched her brow. “Can you keep your hands to yourself?” “Woman, I’m not Superman. I don’t think I could get it up again so quickly if I tried. You should be safe.” “You’re so full of crap. You have the stamina of a seventeen-year-old boy,” she returned wryly and he grinned. “Okay, I’ll meet you in the shower. Give me five.” “I’ll get the water going.” Boston pushed out of the chair and sauntered into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Julianna yawned and stretched, wondering where he was taking her, when suddenly she felt incredibly queasy. Ughh …she stopped and bent at the waist waiting for the wave of nausea to pass. Her mouth watered and she quickly straightened as the horrifying realization followed that she might need to vomit. Had she eaten something bad? She thought of what she’d eaten this morning and couldn’t think of anything out of the ordinary. Did food poisoning come on this suddenly? But just as she thought she was going to need to sprint to the bathroom to barf, the need passed and she was left shaky and weak. She walked into the steamy bathroom and climbed into the shower with Boston. Boston turned with a lascivious grin until he saw her frown. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I just got really sick all of a sudden but now it’s gone. I don’t know, it was weird.” “Are you coming down with something?” he asked. “I don’t know. At first I thought food poisoning but it went away and now I just feel shaky and tired. Maybe I am coming down with the flu or something.” “Do you want to stay home?” he asked and she was inordinately warmed by his concern. She shook her head. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, no, I’m fine. It’s probably just low blood sugar because I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” Boston soaped up a fine linen washcloth and began slowly washing her front. “I’d hate to cancel the trip but I’m not sure if I’m down with a vomiting partner.” She scowled and pushed his hand away. “I think I can handle the washcloth on my own,” she said, grabbing the cloth and turning away from him. “Don’t worry your little sex slave will be ready to perform as required.” “Oh, now who’s being sensitive?” he teased and slapped her behind lightly. “You know that’s not what I meant.” She ignored him and continued to wash up. The fact was for a split second everything had felt normal and natural and that was bad. Nothing about their arrangement was normal or natural. She’d been playing the part for a month now and it would do her some good to remember that he didn’t love her and never would — and for that matter, she didn’t love him either. But she sorta liked him. She definitely liked having sex with him and she really enjoyed that he spoiled her endlessly. Julianna rinsed under the multiple jets and left the shower, leaving him behind. He called after her, “Are you really mad?” And she didn’t know how to answer. She kinda was mad. Not sure why. She wouldn’t blame him if he called her bi-polar because she probably deserved it. “I’m fine,” she forced herself to say. Better to lie than to try and decipher where her head was at the moment. She felt out of sorts — almost as if she were about to start her period. Oh! That’s it. Duh . She was due to start her period any day. She tucked the towel around her and grabbed her phone to check the calendar. Hmm…she should’ve already started. Actually…she should’ve started last week. She was never late. Ever. She had the internal female mechanism of an atomic clock — precise and exact. A flush stole over her body and she sat heavily in the window chair. What the hell? Was she in a parallel universe where the crazy insane stuff happens because there was no way in hell she was sitting there afraid to acknowledge the most obvious reason for a late period. He said he couldn’t have kids. That’s why they hadn’t used protection. He promised her he was sterile. A tight, squeezing feeling made it hard to breathe and black dots swam before her eyes. Was this truly happening? Now she was about to pass out? Oh holy hell…what a Twilight Zone episode. The last thought tumbling through her mind as she slid from the chair in a boneless heap was… he motherfucking lied to me .   And then she was aware of nothing.   # Boston stared hard at the emergency room doctor, nearly boring holes in his white lab coat. “Are you sure?” he asked with barely contained rage. “I need you to be sure.” The doctor looked at Boston quizzically. “Yes, I am positive. She’s six weeks pregnant.” Pregnant? Julianna was pregnant? “Are you sure about how far along she is?” he pressed, hating the sick feeling lodged in his gut. If Julianna was pregnant it could only mean one thing — she’d been fucking someone else. And the idea of someone else putting their hands on his girl was enough to make him want to bury his fist in a wall. “Are you sure, doctor?” he asked again brusquely. “Is this an unexpected pregnancy?” the doctor asked with a modicum of sympathy. “You could say that,” Boston answered. “Can I see her?” “Yes, she’s resting. She’s going to need some prenatal care. She may have been anemic before the pregnancy or at the very least low in iron and the pregnancy just made it worse but she needs to supplement to sustain the pregnancy. I can give you the name of a few quality OB-GYNs who are accepting new patients, if you’d like.” Boston shook his head. Everything was moving too quickly. His head was jammed with rage, questions, and pain. She’d obviously cheated on him. How could she? Because she doesn’t love you and never will. He hated that fucking voice in his head but he couldn’t deny the truth staring him in the face. She hated him anyway. What better way to bury a hatchet in his back than to get knocked up while she was still shacking up with him? Seemed a perfectly executed plan. He accepted a business card from the doctor and stalked away, going straight to her room. She looked up and he was surprised to see a mirror of rage in her eyes. He tossed her the business card. “You might need this. Seems you’re anemic and you need to supplement for your baby.” “ My baby?” she hissed and tossed the card back at him. “You’re a fucking liar. You told me you couldn’t father kids. Is this some kind of joke to you? I don’t appreciate this underhanded trick to get me pregnant.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” he shot back, confused and pissed as hell that she would try and throw this back on him. “Do you hear yourself? I told you that I can’t have kids and that wasn’t a lie. If anyone is lying it’s you. Obviously, you’ve been cheating on me!” Her eyes widened and she shook her head, both outraged and equally confused. “I haven’t slept with anyone but you, asshole. You’d better get your balls checked again because you put this baby in my stomach and no one else!” Julianna’s eyes flashed with real indignation and he didn’t know what to think. Was it possible? But how? “I was told by multiple doctors that I couldn’t father children,” he said stiffly. “So if you say that I got you pregnant, against all fucking odds , you won’t mind a paternity test.” “Bring it.” She scooted up and met his gaze with a hard one of her own but he detected a subtle glitter in her eyes that made him wonder if she was telling the truth. “And when it comes back that you’re the father, I’m going to shove the results up your ass!” The air between them crackled with tension and it seemed neither would back down until Julianna looked away with a tiny shudder as her shoulders bowed and tears started to flow down her cheeks. “Get out, please. I need to be alone for awhile.” If by some miracle, he’d somehow gotten her pregnant…a wild arc of joy and hope followed until he realized, she didn’t want his baby. She was devastated by the very idea. A different thought followed that chilled his blood. “You are not to abort that child,” he growled. “If that baby is mine…you are not to get rid of it. Do you hear me?” “Hello? Welcome to the feminist revolution. It’s my body and I have the right to do what I want with it,” she retorted dully, wiping at her eyes. “Correction. That’s my body. Bought and paid for. And if you have an abortion I’ll ruin you. Do you understand me?” She closed her eyes. “Go away, Boston.” Satisfied he’d made his point, he spun on his heel and left her in the hospital. A part of him wanted to stay and insist on the tests right this second, no matter the cost, but another part of him desperately needed space and time to think. A baby. Was it possible? He’d long given up on the dream of being a father. He’d considered adopting but discarded the idea knowing that he didn’t have time to find a wife and then start the adoption process. Plus, if he were being honest, he’d wanted to look into the eyes of his child and see a bit of himself staring back. It was his ego, plain and simple. He could admit that. And now that Julianna had a baby growing inside her that was possibly his? He wanted that baby. He wanted it desperately. But Julianna hated him. More so now than ever. And he felt something for her. He wasn’t sure what it was — certainly not love, hell, he wasn’t that stupid — but he cared for her. And the sex was phenomenal. He wasn’t ready to give that up. Everything hinged on the paternity test. He skidded to a halt and did an about face. He couldn’t wait. He had to know. The fate of three lives hung in the balance of one simple test. Was he being a fool to hope? He’d soon find out.     ****************   Is Boston the father of Julianna’s baby and if so, how will that affect their relationship? Julianna isn’t too happy about becoming the prospect of becoming a mother. Is it just because of Boston or is there another reason she’s freaking out?   Publication Date: August 20th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-xh0d0e4cef94795

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Allon :P Cumming on Xmas A Hot Chirstmas Eve John was with his friend, Carla, at the mall where the two of them bought some sodas and snacks and after they went home at Carla's. There they decorated her Christmas tree because her parents weren't home at that time. After they finish decorating it Carla went to change from her clothes and when she came back, she was dressed as Santa Claus. She looked very sexy in it, John thought. Carla was a beautiful girl, with hair, blue eyes, with very big boobs and an amazing body. After all, when the boy saw her like that he immediately thought that tonight he is going to have sex with her. "So, how do I look?" Carla asked smiling. "You look fucking amazing! And funny.." John responded. "Haha...why funny?" "Because this skirt is short and if I get down I'll probably see everything under you." "Oh come on! Stop it!" She said pushing John away. John came closer to her as Carla was smiling. He looked at her big cleavage and then he proceed to pull it down because John wanted to see her bra. "Do you have a bra?" "No! Stop it. You'll see them." Carla said and pushed his hand away. "No bra? What's with you girl?" John said while looking at her like a predator ready to strike. "The skirt is tiny so my bra wouldn't fit right so I got rid of it." "So...if I'm pulling this down, I'll see your boobs?" "Yeah...but don't do that!" Carla said. "Fine....at least, can I touch them?" "No!" "Come on! We know each other for such a long time. What's the bad thing in this? No one is here to see us.." "....Fine," Carla said and rolled her eyes. "You can touch them." John, happy, put his hands on her boobs and began to grope them. They felt so big in his hands that he couldn't believe that this is happening for him. He was so focused on them that made Carla giggle while looking at him. "It that enough?" She said giggling. "No!" "Hmmphh. Fine!" The boy continued to grope her boobs and got closer to her. His boner already appeared and with it he touched the outer side of her thigh. Carla felt it but decided to shut up. This have never happened to her, more coming from his friend, but she was interested on why John likes to grope her that much. Out of nowhere he pull down her cleavage and took one of her nipple in his mouth to suck it. "Oh my god! John! What are you doing???" "Shut up! Just let me play a little with you." Carla was ready to push him away put John grabbed her hands and put them on his crotch. "Holy shit! You are such a pervert. I'm going to beat you." Carla said laughing. After some seconds she started to squeeze John's boner. "Look what we have here!" John said smiling. "Shut up!" Carla immediately shouts smiling. "Why you have all the fun? I'm interested in some things about you too." She added then unzipped his jeans and pulls out his raging junk. "Ahh...that's better. It started to feel awful, keeping it trapped like that." "I can imagine." Carla said then began to rub his cock with her hands. The girl had red gloves on her hands that were very soft if you touched them. So when she touched John's cock with them, ge immediately felt like he was in heaven. "Holy shit!" He shouted, then started to move his hips back and forward. His hands were now on her shoulders and then he starts to make out with her. "Mmmmm. Such a thick cock you have." "Oh fuck. Keep rubbing like that baby. Ahh fuck." "Like this?" She said and increased her speed. "Awwww FUCK! Yes! Like that. Oooh shit....keep going like that. Ahhhh fuck......god damn it." After a few more strokes the boy felt that he was about to ejaculate so he stopped her from jerking his off and from making out with her. "What is it?" Carla said smiling. "I'm going to cum because of you..." "And? What's wrong with that?" "I don't want to....yet." "Aaaaaa. I see. You pervert." "Shut up! You are one too." John said then Carla smiled. John proceeded to kiss her one more time then he put his hands on her head and pushed her down. First he thought that she will refuse but Carla immediately got on her knees smirking. "So you want to put your cock in my mouth now?" She asked joyful. "Now I want to put it on your boobs," he said then slapped her boobs with his junk. Carla was looking at his cock smiling. Then John slapped her cheeks a few times which made Carla blush then she kissed his tip. A wonderful feeling went through her body and her lips touched the tip of his cock. She couldn't believe that, but maybe it was because of the erotic atmosphere that was in that room. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Carla said giggling. "Open your mouth wide Carla." The girl did what John said and when he inserted his junk inside her mouth, John started to fuck her mouth. He was moving his hips like it was all a normal thing. Like they have done it before. But John wanted to show Carla that he knows what to do and to show her that he was experience with it. Well it worked out because Carla believed it. She closed her eyes and let the boy do what he wanted with her mouth. "Holy shit! Your mouth is so sexy. Fuck, I want to do this everytime with you." John said. Carla couldn't say anything, only moan. But when John said that the girl looked him right in the eyes and winked. It gave him hopes. Big hopes. At one moment his hips got tired so Carla grabbed his thighs and began to move her head back and fort, pretty fast. Lost of gagging and chocking sounds started to leak from Carla. Her mouth was all full of saliva which started to drop on the floor. Moment where, John pulled his dick out from her mouth and started to make out with her hard. They both stood up and the boy went up against a wall while kissing. "Huh? Do you like the taste of your own dick? Because I love it!" Carla said. "Of course. You looked so happy while tasting it, I thought that I should give it a try too." John responded then sneakily put his cock under her skirt and touched her pussy with the tip of his penis. The boy felt straight wetness and it took him a few seconds to realize that Carla wasn't wearing any panties. "Are you for real? You don't wear them?" He shockingly said. "Well....yeah." She said looking away. "So....you kinda wait for it don't you?" John said then immediately slid his cock inside her. "Well....OH FUCK!Mmmmm.......ahhhhh. Damn it...you caught me off-guard." She said starting to blush again. "Aww...what is it babe? Why are you blushing?" John said teasing Carla. "Ahhhhh......uuuuuhhhhhh...." "You look so fucking cute. I should stay with my dick in you more often to see you like this." Carla nodded at what the boy said then she kissed him. After that, John grabbed her butt and started to fuck her harder while both if them were standing and placed his mouth on the left side of her neck and began to bite her. "OH FUCK! OH MY GOOOOD! AHHHHHH.........MMMMMMMMMM. YEAHHHH.........YEAHHHHHHHH. HOLYYYYYY SHIIIIIIIIT. YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!" John continued to maintain his speed while Carla was moaning like crazy. Eventually he got to leave her some bite mark which they aren't gonna disappear tomorrow. Then, he pulled his dick out, turned Carla around and told her to bend over. After that, John continued to ram her pussy hard while pulling her hair. "Holy fucking shit! I'm gonna fuck this fucking pussy so fucking hard that you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. Fuck! This pussy is so fucking good. I want to fuck this pussy all day long. Fuuuuuuck!" The boy put one of his thumbs inside her mouth while fucking her and out Carla to suck it. Then he grabbed her boobs and squeezed then hard as his hips were spanking her butt hard. Lots of love making sounds were coming from these two and their bodies. But after twenty minutes of non-stop fucking, John put Carla on her bed, pull down her skirt and got in top of her. John put his cock on her chest and then he grabbed Carla's boobs and began to rub his dick with them. "Gosh, I love your boobs so much!" John said. "I know you do." She said smirking at him. "Maybe next time I'm going to cum on them." "You won't cum on them?" Carla shocked asked. "No." "But where you want to cum John?" "On your face." "I don't know what to say.." "It's gonna be alright. Just shut up and smile...and let me cum on your face." "Ahh....you are such a pervert!" She said smiling. "Shut up! From how you sucked my cock, I have to say that you were to into this than me." "Don't tell this to anyone, okay?" She said. "I won't. At least we are going to fuck more." "Of course we are. Don't think that this is the only time." Carla said giggling then winked at John. After that Carla used her arm to press her boobs on John's cock, to keep it steady. John started to hump her boobs a few times then he got the feeling of ejaculating so he kept humping until he came. "Holy fuck! Hahahaaa... This is too much cum for me!" Carla said giggling. "Shhht. It looks so good on your face. "Fuck.. It got into my eye!" "Ohhhhh fuuuuuck. God dammit! This is soooo goood!" "You pervert!!! Oh shit it got in my hair too." Carla said then slapped John's tummy a few times. "Ouch! Stop it!" He said laughing. "You fucking cunt!" Carla shouted then lifted herself up to kiss John. He didn't refused and took on kissing her soaked lips of cum. "I got an idea!" John said. "What?" "Let's go outside a little bit." John said smirking. "Are you out if your mind? It's cold outside." Carla said then slowly hit John in the head. "But we are going to fuck in snow. It will be great. Don't you want to have a memory in which you fucked in the snow on Christmas eve?" "Hmm..." "So it a yes!" The boy said then grabbed Carla and ran outside. "Waaaait! What if my parents will come home?" "Come on Clara, don't you want to have a slut moment in which you don't care about anything but fucking?" John said massaging her boobs. "I'm gonna beat you one day. Because you are too convincing..." "Hehe..." So the two of them went in the front yard where they started to have sex. It happened that Carla enjoyed it so much that it made herself heard from her neighbors that she was having the best time of her life. At the end, the two of them caught a cold but now they have a great memory. Even if they were cold, John will often come to Carla's house to stay in bed with her which most of the time they ended up having sex without carrying if they got caught. Sexy Helpers   Two highschool students, seniors, went on the school grounds on Christmas eve to wonder around it and see if they can have some fun in there. Usually, Alex and Zoey, often went in the storage room of the school to masturbate together. They were best friends for a long time and when they first found out about it they shared their experienced and tried it together. Since that they, everytime the two of them masturbate together. The shocking part of it was that they didn't do anything else but masturbate. They didn't went over that line because it was more pleasing for them to watch the other and fantasize how it will be if they got to have sex. That was making them feel more aroused at the end. It was very easy for them to enter on the school grounds because no one was there. The door was a bit of a challenge but Zoey managed to open it. After they got inside they went straight to the storage room but then thought that it will be more sexy if they went in their classrooms to do it on the desk that the two of them were sitting. Alex was having a backpack which contained a laptop. As they walked to their classroom Alex put his hand on Zoey's butt then slapped it. "Slap it harder." Zoey said. Alex did what Zoey said then grabbed it again. The girl had a bubble butt, it looked very naughty. It wasn't the first time Alex put his hands on her ass but this thing very often happens. "So, how are we going to do it?" Alex asks. "Well, we are going to sit on our desks and put some porn on your laptop." Zoey said excited. "Wouldn't it be more fun to get naked." "I was wondering about that Alex. And I got to say that I'm getting a little wet thinking about it. Did you brought my dildo too?" "Yes. I have." Alex responds. "Good." They walked a little bit more and then they enter in the classroom. After that they released the curtains to made the classroom darker and after that they started the laptop and took their clothes off. "Oh my god! This feels so good." Alex said then put his hand on Zoey's butt again. She smiled and while the laptop was loading the girl too grabbed Alex's junk and started to rub it. "Oh mt gosh! We don't normally do this. You know?" Zoey said smiling. "I know. But let's not make this be a big thing. After all, it's the Christmas spirit. It won't hurt anybody if we step over the line this time, right?" Alex said while squeezing her beautiful bubble butt. "Hm...I guess you are right." The laptop loaded up. Zoey stroked his cock a few more time to get it hard then they sat down. Alex choose a video then played it. Zoey took her dildo then started to put it in her pussy while Alex took his lubricant, put some of it on his junk and began to jerk it off. "Oh god...I have to say. It really feels good." Alex said. "Hmmm....Yeah. I'm so fucking aroused now....I don't think I could last too much," Zoey said softly. "How about you? Are you feeling good?" "Fuck yeah. I feel amazing!" Alex responded. "Oh shit! I want so much to squirt all over my desk and yours. And you to cum on them too..." Zoey said while moaning. "Don't you want to cum on you?" "On me? Why?" She said biting her lip. "Look at it," Alex said while standing up. "Don't you want to know how is it to feel my cum on your lovely skin?" "Uhhhhh....yeah." "Then come here sweety." He said then went to Zoey to kiss her. The two of them started to make out passionately in the classroom. Alex pulled out the dildo from her pussy and gave it to her to suck it then he sucked it as well. Zoey was looking Alex straight in his eyes and then she slid her hand grabbing his balls and started to squeeze them while she was slowly kissing his lips. The tip of his penis was touching her bellybutton  which made Zoey feel more aroused. Both of them started to smile and laugh because they couldn't imagine being in a situation like this, touching and loving themselves so much. "So...what we do? Should we start getting to orgasm or tease ourselves more?" Zoey asked. "The second option. Plus, I want to have more of you." The boy said touching her boobs. He went straight to bite them and then bite her neck and cheeks. After that Zoey did the same thing with him. Going back and forth, at some moment Alex felt the need to pee then Zoey walked with him in front of the chalkboard where she held his cock and told him to pee on the board. Alex did what she wanted and then they claimed on the teacher desk where Zoey got on top of Alex and started to ride him. They didn't had time to react as their first time fucking. The girl shoved right away his dick inside her like it was a dildo and began to ride it fast. "Holy fuck! I can't believe how fucking good is to fuck your dick Alex! It makes me feel so good." Zoey said smiling. "Damn it Zoey. How can you move your hips so sensually?" "Practice my babe." She said smirking. They continued to fuck while making out again. After some minutes the had a little break where Alex went with Zoey on the hallway of the school. There he put her on the ground where she began to give her oral. She was moaning like crazy as his tongue circled around her openings and clit. Then he started to french kiss her pussy putting so much passion to it that made Zoey lose her mind. "Ohhhh shit! Right there, right there. Lick that clit. LICK IT!! Awwwwwwwww fuuuuuuuuuuuck. Ah! Ah! God! I love your tongue so fucking much. I'm not going to let you do that to another girl. You are all mine! Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh" His hands were squeezing her thighs. Alex proceeded to rub the clitoral hood with his lips and after that with the tip of his tongue. Zoey couldn't resist much and got up to make out with him. But Alex immediately put his fingers inside her and started to finger her hard until she squirted all over the hallway. Her eyes rolled up and down while she was squirting and moaning was the only thing that Zoey could do at that moment. After that they went to the girls bathroom holding hands. Zoey had to pee and right after she finished it Alex inserted his dick in her and started to fuck her. "Oh my god! I'm sure that now we can't go back to only masturbating together. We have to fuck! We have to fuck everytime we are alone. God! I love this dick so freaking much!" Alex pulled his cock out and went with Zoey back to their classroom where they started to make out again but this time both of them were hungry for each other. At some point, Zoey put Alex to sit on his desk while she began to suck his balls really hard. While doing that, Alex pat her head like she was some kind of dog but Zoey loved it. She proceed to put his dick in her mouth. In a few seconds his dick is drenched in her saliva and then Zoey took it deeper into her mouth. The girl started to suck it loudly while looking Alex in the eyes. Despite choking on it a little, his gorgeous best friend continues vigorously to blow him like she was an expert. "Ohhh.....fuck.....Zoey." "Mmmmmmm....* *slurp* *slurp* "Fuck....you make me fall in love with your mouth!" Zoey took short breathes, but she showed no signs of stopping. She took it deeper. Down to the base. Alex was amazed. Apparently he couldn't hold it much and came on her face a big load of cum. After ejacujating on her face, Zoey started to clean her face by putting the cum in her mouth of Alex's mouth. Both of them swallowed the cum and after that they really took a break where they laid on the ground, looking at the ceiling. "Holy shit! I'm gonna marry you." Alex said. "Me too. Your oral is great." Zoey said softly. "Should we go home now?" "Huh? I don't know. I kinda want to stay more." Zoey said. "Ok, but what to do next? I mean, where to fuck next?" Zoey smiled and started to make out with the boy. After five minutes they got back up and went to the bathroom. Zoey began to offer Alex an oral while he was filming her do it. The girl was constantly smiling and winking in the video then she started to slap her face with his junk. When the boy got hard again the two of them went to the library where they placed a lot of open books on the ground where they fucked on top of them. "Hoky shit! Yes Alex! YEEESSSS! YEEES. AAAAHHHHHH! UUUUUH. FUCK YEAH. FUCK THAT PUSSY! HOLY SHIT!!!!" Zoey started to ride him again but this tine harder and faster. Alex didn't lasted ten minutes because Zoey couldn't stop from fucking, so he had to cum right away. What Zoey did was to take a book from the ground and put Alex to cum on that opened book. Alex did what Zoey said and then she began to pee on the book. "Oh my god! What we just did?" Alex asks laughing. "We just had the best day of our lives!" Zoey responded. They went back to the classroom where they put clothes on and exist the school. After they got out, Alex and Zoey waited at the bus station for the bus to come and while waiting for it they started to make out. They lost five buses because they couldn't stop themselves from kissing. In that day, Zoey slept at Alex's house where all night the two new love birds had sex till they remained without energy. Christmas Eve Date  It was Christmas Eve. It was that time of the year where everyone spent this amazing time with friends and family. On the other way, there where some people who wanted to spent their Christmas alone. Michael was one of them. Single man, 23 years old, blonde hair and green eyes. He wasn't into this Christmas spirit and some of the time he hated it. Just because he was alone. The thing about him that made him feel this way was that every girl that he was with, they treated him like an option and never as a priority, like he did with every girlfriend that he had. Although at his work, he had a colleague who was pretty into him. Her name was Mia, she had blue hair, red hair, a amazing body and she was the a sweetheart. Everybody from work was freaking about her but she had her eyes looked on Michael. She loved how quiet he can be in stressful situations and all the time he kept a serious face that was making her loss her mind. In the past few months, Mia had invited Michael on a date plenty of times but he refused. That didn't made her back down and continued with a smile on her face. That until Christmas Eve, where Michael felt down, thinking about the mistakes he did in the past with his exes. His friends told him to try an hook up with somebody and to not stay alone on this lovely day. So what Michael did was to call Mia. It was 6PM. He didn't had big hopes but apparently she answered right away. [Hello?] she answered with a soft voice. "Mia? Hey! It's me....Michael." [M-Michael?! HEY! UM.....Hi, what's going on? I didn't thought you had my number] "I took it from work. Anyway, I know it's kind of dumb for me to ask now....at this time but......are you free tonight?" [Yeah....why?] "Well....I'm alone at my place and I realize now how bad is it. And....and I want to get back at you because I turned you down so many times when you invited me out..." [Ah....I see it. Well, you..want me to come at your place or something?] "I guess there's no restaurants open at this hour.." [They are but it's pretty cold outside. I don't mind coming to your place tho..] "Okay then. You know where I stay?" [Yes. If you could please wait me outside when I arrive?] "Yeah. Sure." [Okay...I'll be there right away. Bye!] From her voice, Mia was all over about it and couldn't express the happiness that she was feeling at that moment. After hanging up, Michael went to shower and dress properly for this night. He used his best parfume then he went outside of his apartment to wait for Mia. After he waited ten minutes, Mia's car shows up. She was driving a red Toyota Supra from 2017. Michael couldn't believe that. After parking it, Mia got out with two bottles of wine and dressed with a sexy Christmas costume. The skirt was a little too short and was revealing much of her beautiful body. "Hey!" She said coming close to Michael, smiling. "I brought some wine in case you didn't had.. You smell nice." She already started to blush and couldn't control her smile. Moment which Michael grabbed her neck and kissed her hard. When Mia felt his lips her heart started to beat like crazy and her legs started to shake. After that Michael stroked her face slowly. "Welcome." "I.....I didn't came here for long and I already lost my mind." Mia said smiling. "Aren't you cold dressed like that?" Michael asked. "Now no....my blood is boiling right now." Mia responded looking away. She was shy. "Okay you. Let's get inside." He said grabbing her by the hip and started to walk inside the building. When they got inside Michael took the bottles of wine and put them in the kitchen. Mia took a sit on his couch and waited for Michael to come. You could see it in her eyes that she fell in love right away. Michael comes in the room with two glasses of wine. "You got a nice place here." Mia said. "Thank you! So, how you've been?" "Pretty good. Now...You imagine that I'm doing more than great." She said smiling uncontrolably. She took a zip of the wine while looking him right in the eyes. Michael kisses her again then went to put some music. Mia went after him and drank the whole glass of wine. She wanted to have courage to tell him what she was feeling and be more easy to express those feelings. After Michael put some jazz they started to dance and make out. The girl was went and trembling. "Are you sure you want this?" Michael said stroking her cheek. "I'm not sure what I'm doing. If this is a simple one night stand or something serios...." Mia said softly. "Why you would want to be with me Mia? What you see in me?" Mia grabbed his hand and put it on her chest. Then Michael started to feel how hard her heart was beating at that moment. "You feel it? This is everytime when I see you at work. I fell pretty hard in love with you. And I know that you'll probably reject me now too but I can assure you that I will not be like your exes. You can trust me that I will be the girlfriend that you've always dreamed of." "Mia...." Michael kissed her slowly then his other hand slowly went to her chest. He started to grope her big boobs while Mia was looking him in the eyes, high on love. "You...you like them?" "They are great. Like you." Michael responded. After that Mia began to touch Michael then took his clothes off. She put him to sit on the couch and she got on her knees between his thighs. The view that Mia was having was the one that she always wanted. She looked at his thick cock who was twitching and waiting for her to love it. Her face was red and she began to bit her lips. "Would...would you let me suck it?" Mia asked. "Do what you want with her Mia." Hearing that, she put her hands on it and began to stroke it slowly starting to smirk. "You like it?" Michael asked. "I never felt so happy like I am now." she felt sponded. Mia put the tip inside her mouth and began to stroke it with her mouth. After that she kissed it and sucked it hard. Her hand was massaging his balls and her eyes were on Michael. Slowly she stared to go deeper and deeper, choking but with no signs of stopping. He found out at that moment that she was stubborn when Mia swallowed his whole cock down to the base. *slurp* *slurp* *slurp* "Oh my god! Look at you. I thought you are all shy and like a saint but the way you love me is so naughty." Michael said. Mia winked at him and continued to suck his junk. Michael stood up, grabbed her head and started to move his hips back and forth fucking her mouth. Mia had her mind blown away and couldn't believe how much she loved it. He spent some good minutes on her mouth then took Mia and put her on the kitchen table. He saw from the look of her face that she wanted him inside bad. Her pussy was dripping wet and her pupils were big. Michael touched her clit with his tip and Mia rolled her eyes. The boy figured out that she wouldn't resist much so he decided to ram her pussy hard and fast. Michael slowly inserted his cock inside her then he moved his hips slowly three times. After that he grabbed her waist and began to fuck her hard. Mia was caught off guard and she started to moan loudly. Michael told her to keep it quiet and she covered her mouth. She looked down at his dick how she went in and outside of her. In that moment Mia was deeply in love. "Uuuhhhh.......fuck. I love you Michael... Aaahhhhh...." "How much?" "Very much! I want to spend my whole life with you baby. Aaaaahhhhhh....my pussy. It feels sooo goood. Fuck!" Mia rolled her eyes one more time then she started to squirt. Her juices went all over Michael's abdomen and then he jerked his cock off until he ejaculated on her body too. Her costume was covered in cum. "Apparently, you won't go home tonight." Michael said. "I don't mind it. I'd love to stay at your place tonight." "You are not going to stay here just tonight." Michael said smiling. "Huh?" "We have lot of dates to chatch up. That means lot of sex to do." "Ooh...I'd love that so much." Mia said smiling. Both of them went to shower together after and then they started to drink more wine. After one of of drinking they went to bed and fell asleep hugging hard. From that day on Mia and Michael became a couple and then Mia showed him how a real girlfriend should be which made him fall in love with her to a point where he would take the day off when she was free just to nap with her at her place. Their life got better since they got together and both of them are sure that they will stay together for a lifetime. Text: Allon Images: The holy internet Cover: Allon Editing: Allon All rights reserved. Publication Date: December 25th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-dh1a5e958e70f85

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Laura XO Suk On It Let the mood get under your skin New life. What's the first thing you think when you hear about human trafficking? If you think about some gang of thugs, kidnapping a women to rape them and then sell them, well you are wrong. Human trafficking is a multi-billion-dollar industry in the Unites States. And because of that, a lot of families sell their own children to become sex slaves in exchange of good money. The fucked up part about it is that the families sell their own daughters when they're 5-6 years old. That's a fragile state to start having sex with strangers. And it's unbelievable that some parents do that to their own children, but all of this is because of the money. There is noted that it exists generations of families that practice sex slavery. More exactly, a man buys a girl, make her a sex slave, then have a child with her, preferably a girl, then he makes her daughter be a sex slave too. And after that you have a boy, to take on the "family business". Overall, having a slave, is illegal and wrong. But there are some cases that the owners aren't that bad. You can do anything to a slave but the majority of people, sorry...rich people, who own slaves are using them for sex. And on this subject we are focusing the most.   It was 18 August 2018. There was a exhibition of slaves happening in Miami, Florida. At this exhibition Nicolas Hart was attending. He is a twenty year old male who became a billionaire when he was seventeen. His parents were working out of states since he was ten years old and send Nicolas money to take care of himself and what he did with the money was to invest in himself and then start his own business, involving web anti-hack security. In over a month, the boy had over five million dollars in his pocket. But you know what they say, either you have money or love, you have to choose. Nicolas wanted to love, to have a relationship, then a family but his love life wasn't that good. He had been rejected by many girls and when he got rich, girls started to stay with him only of the money. And because of that Nicolas started to hate women and view them only as a sex toy. For three years, Nicolas had been sleeping with women who only wanted his money just to see how much of a whore some women can be when it's about money. This showed him that true love can never exist since money is the top priority in this world to survive. Going back to the exhibition. He showed up at the event with his female friend, Zoey. She was a beautiful blonde girl, with green eyes and skinny. Zoey was Nicolas best friend before he got rich. She helped him with everything when he felt hopeless and was the only one who trusted him in everything he did. And now, as a reward and to thank her for behind by his side, he gave Zoey everything that she could ever want: cars, money, jewelry, everything. They were the same age and when they both hit eighteen, they began to develop a new style of friendship. Basically, they were best friends who had sex. The reason why they attended this event was because both of them wanted to release their stress over someone and get away with it. But for Nicolas, it was more that this. He wanted someone to hold at night in the bed, someone who wasn't Zoey. Zoey is the type of person who could do everything for someone she cares about and the same is for Nicolas. They thought that being in a relationship with each other will make things very hard and they decided to remain best friends and fool around with each other from time to time because it wasn't such a big deal. This kind of events are held somewhere secret, underground. When they arrived there, Zoey and Nicolas were shocked to see that the area was full of rich people looking for a slave. The "slaves" were having a chained collar on their necks and had their arms tied on their backs. Some of them looked clean and some of them were super dirty. Nicolas separated himself from Zoey, and began to look around for potential girls. He walked around for a few minutes and was surprised that many of the girls being on sale were so beautiful. To see how this can be pretty gross, some of the girls could be tested in public to see if they're good or not. After one hour of looking around, Nicolas saw a girl that caught his interest. She was a young beautiful redhead, with crystal blue eyes, big boobs, big ass and her abdomen was so skinny that you could say that she was a barbie girl. The girl was sad, she looked on the ground and you could see from her beautiful eyes that she was hopeless. Nicolas came close to the girl and said: "How much is her?", putting her hand on her face then on her chest. The girl looked Nicolas in the eyes and her expression didn't changed. She was broken. "She's an expensive one!" The seller said. "This one has no family, no one to want her. You can do anything to her. Her previous owner had her since she was a child. The only thing that he used her was to beat her. Also, she is a virgin so this can add up to the price." "Like I said. How much?" Nicolas asks one more time. "One million." "Ok," the boy said writing a check. "And keep this in mind, how can you say that no one wants her since the moment I saw her I wanted her the most. And the things that you said about her, being a virgin. She is a very rare girl, so one million, you just got fooled. And one more thing, you were pretty foolish to put a price on this beautiful girl. A girl like her couldn't be bought but I was ready to give you one billion. Just so you to know...." Nicolas said then took the girl with him, leaving the seller in anger. Now that Nicolas found the perfect girl he texted Zoey that he will go straight home with the girl that he bought. Zoey remained for a few hours because she wanted to look more. The slave girl was completely naked and when they got to his car, Nicolas gave her his jacked to cover her upper half body. He was living in a big mansion near the ocean and when they got there, the girl was pretty surprised at how beautiful the place was. But knowing who she is, she'll probably never have a change to see a view as beautiful like this so she took advantage of it. Nicolas noticed it and then he tried to talk with her. She didn't responded back. When they got to Nicolas mansion, he took the girl by the hand and went inside with her. The girl was pretty shocked to see Nicolas servants welcoming her with a smile on their face. Then she remembers what Nicolas told about her to the seller and for a slight of a second she thought that maybe she will have it easy this time. Nicolas went with her upstairs to his room. Then he got her in his bathroom. He took his clothes off except his boxers and went with the girl in the shower. The boy started to clean the girl who was shocked to feel for the first time what warm waters feels like on her body. She was even shocked to see her owner cleaning her. After that, Nicolas brought her into his big bathtub, took some shaving cream, a razor and began to shave the girl's pubes, her legs, arms and her armpits. The girl was looking very carefully at how Nicolas was shaving her and how much delicacy was shaving her pussy. After that they got back in the room and Nicolas started to touch her. He put his hands on her big boobs and began to squeeze them, kiss them and even suck on them. Then he looked at her ass. Nicolas slapped her ass a few times then he put her to sit on the bed. The boy looked more at her face, stroking it then grabbed her neck, squeezed it a little then kissed the girl on the lips. The girl kissed him back and made Nicolas feel a power that he never imagined being able to have it, over a beautiful girl like her. This is what slavery is and give to you. Power over people. Nicolas took a scarf and blindfolds the girl then he takes off his boxers and began to jerk off his cock while kissing the girl. From time to time the boy touched her boobs with his junk to let her know what he wanted to do. She appreciated a little that he blindfolded her and because of that her kisses became passionate towards the boy. After seven minutes Nicolas came. He ejaculated all of his load on the girl's boobs then untie the blindfold and put the scarf back in the drawer. The girl looked at her chest being almost covered in cum then she looked at Nicolas naked and when she saw his dick, the girl went in shock. It was long, thick, with a big head and massive balls. She thought that he might destroy her when he will put it inside her. The boy took out a silky white see-through blouse and gave it to the girl. "This night you'll sleep with me in the bed. When sleeping with me you either wear this or wear nothing at all. During the day you'll stay locked in that room over there but I will bring you out if you are a good girl. If you try to do anything else than listen to me you'll regret it completely. Understood?" The girl nodded her head slowly and took on the blouse. After that Nicolas went in the bed with her to sleep. Nicolas was naked and still hard so the girl felt his hard junk on her ass. His left hand was under her head and his right hand was under her blouse, on one of her boobs, and his lips were touching her shoulder. It was the first time the girl felt such warmth on her body. Leaving aside the hard junk on her ass or the hand on her boobs, all of that didn't matter for her. She felt warm, and this made her smile and cry. The girl didn't wanted Nicolas to hear her so she tried to keep it quiet. This was a special moment for her. She was so confused also because she was used to be beaten, tortured and treated so bad that seeing that this just happened to her, it was unbelievable. In the morning, after they woke up, Nicolas brought the girl on the balcony and had her sit on a table there. After that a servant of the boy came with a big plate full of food and put it on the table. Nicolas took the coffee that was prepared for him and lights a cigarette. The girl was looking confused at him, not knowing why he didn't first started to eat the food. Then Nicolas looked at her. "What are you waiting for. It will get cold if you don't eat it." He said puffing from the cigarette. When she heard that she got surprised. It was strange for her to have such a meal but she took the fork and began eating. The food was so warm and delicious that after a few bites, the girl stopped and started to cry. She got so emotional when eating that she couldn't hold the happiness anymore. And she didn't understood why he do this for her. "Oh shit. Shhh. Shhhh. It's okay." Nicolas said while tapping her head and hugging her. "Shhh. You are a good girl. Shhh, it's okay. You are a good girl." When she stopped from crying Nicolas took a tissue and swiped the tears from her face. "It's okay now." The boy said. "Now finish your meal." Nicolas continued. The girl continued to eat while Nicolas was smoking and drinking his coffee. He looked at her on how she eats then thought how much this meal meant for her that it made her feel so emotional, for her who was so broken. "I don't know you name and I bet that you don't have one. So from this day your name will be Anna. Now, I don't know if you can or can't talk or this is just a defence mechanism for you but just for you to know.....I own you. This beautiful face of yours, this body of yours, all of this....is mine. All you have to do is to be a good girl and listen to me, okay?" The girl looked at Nicolas then nodded her head then continued to eat. She ate all the food from that plate and after that she took Nicolas left hand and kissed it as a form of appreciation. Nicolas looked at her surprised then put the hand kissed by her on her face and started to stroke his cheek gently and after that he kissed her on the lips. When Anna finished her breakfasts, they both got inside Nicolas's room then went in the room that the boy told her that she will be staying in. When she got inside, Anna was shocked to see that the room was sex dungeon. It had all kind of stuff for sex: sex swing, selves full of dildos and vibrators, one full of whips, a big red bed, chains and others. Compared to what she had in mind, this is a five star hotel room for her. Anna understood that Nicolas is a sex addict or he just enjoys sex a lot. Being a virgin, she didn't knew so much about sex but she knew what was about. The thing that left her confused was the fact that he didn't forced her to have sex with him, now that he owns her. "So, you'll be staying in this room. Right now I have to go somewhere. My servants will feed you at lunch and noon. The time you'll eat they will stay in my room waiting for you to finish and after you finish you will knock at the door for them to take the plates. OK?" Anna nodded her head. "Good. I will leave now. You can do whatever you want in this room. If you try to hang yourself with this whips I have camera in this room and someone will come here and free you. I hope you won't do that because you won't be treated good anymore." Hearing that this place has video surveillance, it means that Anna was watched 24/7. After Nicolas left, Anna didn't knew what to do more exactly so she started to wonder around the room, looking at the pervy stuff that the boy hand and after that she went to sleep. When Nicolas came back home, Anna was awake. He got in his room and took off his clothes, except his boxers, then got in the room where Anna was. The girl was walking around the room and when she saw when Nicolas got inside she stopped. He came to her, took her hand and put her in the bed. Then he tied her arms and legs to the corners of the bed with red rope and then lighted up some violet candles. After that, he gets on top of Anna and began to make out with her. A few minutes passes by then Nicolas takes one candle and pours a drop of hot wax on her abdomen. "Ah!..." His right hand was holding one of her boobs and with the other one poured a few more drops of wax on Anna's body. His hard junk was on her belly too and when the wax got hard he tapped it with his junk. The girl was silent, watching carefully what the boy was doing to her. Compared to what was done to her, this is very easy for her to endure. Plus, she was a little intrigued by it. Nicolas poured more wax on her and seeing that Anna started to get used to it on her belly he decided to went for her tits next. He grabbed his dick and started to jerk off while with his other hand poured little drops of wax on her boobs. Anna started to leak some noises when she felt the wax which aroused the boy. He continued to jerk off and pour wax on her boobs until he ejaculated on her tits. After that, he tapped her boobs with his dick then proceeded to clean her. The girl was surprised to see Nicolas got so much pleasure just from that and though that this might had been the best treatment which she got so far. When she got cleaned, Nicolas took her and put her on top of him and started to make out with her. Her pussy was on top of his shaft and because of that it still was hard. Anna felt how it was twitching on her pussy and was thinking if he would have sex with her now. After a few minutes passes, Nicolas takes Anna and bring her in his bed. They both were naked and were in the same position like last night. Although it seemed a little early, Anna grabbed Nicolas cock and place it under her legs. Then they both went to sleep. Harsh Truth   A new day starts for Anna, the well treated slave of Nicolas. Until this day, it has been a week since Anna started to be Nicolas slave and live in his house. She didn't knew that someone could take care of a slave so good. In this week, every night Nicolas whipped Anna's legs, ass and back, poured hot wax on her boobs and belly, came over her body and after that licked it. Up until now, Anna didn't felt discomforted at all, even after all the pervy stuff that the boy did to her. She understood what was she for and since a few days, every time she sees Nicolas cum, a little smile appears on her face. This day, Nicolas decided that he wanted a few new slaves in his house. So in this night he came a later and when he came to the room where Anna was, she was a little worried. "Hey, sweetie. I missed you so much." Nicolas said then kissed her lips. "Come on, I want to show you something." He grabs her by the hand and brings her to the basement of this house. When they got inside, Anna saw two more girls there, being chained, one against the wall and the other one a few more steps away, having her hands up in the air, chained. When Anna saw the other two and watches how Nicolas was bringing her to the wall to chain her too, she began to worry, losing hope and have tears in her eyes. "Ohh shhh, shhh little girl. Don't worry. Hey, look at me. Look at me! You don't have to worry okay?" He told her while stroking her cheeks gently. "Stay here and be a good girl, and everything will be okay, yes?" Anna, sad, nodded her head. The other two girls in the basement were the new slaves that Nicolas bought them. One that was against the wall like Anna, her name was Katty. She was skinny, had brown hair, small boobs and ass. The other one was Emily. A blonde with blue eyes, enormous boobs, small ass and skinny body. The age difference between them were pretty small. Katty had nineteenth years, Emily twenty two and Anna eighteen. After some time, Zoey shows up. Anna got confused when she saw another girl that wasn't a slave here, beside Nicolas. "Everyone! This is my best friend, Zoey. Zoey these are the girls." "Oh, hello to everyone. I'm so glad that your owner called me here to have a little fun too. Can't wait for it." She said then came close to Anna. "Uhh, who is she, Nicky?" Zoey asked with a smile on her face. "She's Anna." "Oh! Anna? Oh my, now I know why you chose her. Nice to meet you Anna. I bet that the two of us will have a good time together." Zoey said while stroking Anna's cheeks then kissed her lips. "The other one is Katty and that one is Emily." "And with who are we going to play. The one with enormous boobs?" Zoey asks smirking. "Yes. She is from a long line of sex slaves." Nicolas said coming close to her. "Well then, I bet that it will be out pleasure to toy with her this night. Mm,where are the tools, dear?" Zoey asks. "In that black wardrobe over there." Zoey goes there and brings some whips, dildos, lube, two collars and a leash. One collar she put on herself and the other one to Emily. Then Zoey and Nicolas got naked. After that Zoey began to make out with Emily and Nicolas took the whip and gave Emily's back a hard hit with it. So hard that it scared Anna and Katty. From the pain Emily screamed. Zoey starts to laugh then punched her in the stomach a few times while Nicolas whipped her ass two times. He hit her so hard that blood started to come from the bruises on her ass. After that the boy put his boner inside Emily and began to fuck her while Zoey was punching and slapping her. Anna was shocked to see this side of Nicolas and thought why he didn't did this thing to her too in the first day that she got here. "Oh my god! Look how this one cries like a baby!" Zoey said. "She's crying but she is getting pleasure from this pain." Nicolas responded. "Hmm. That's good to hear." Emily felt pleasure and pain every time the boy hit her bruised ass with his pelvic area. And what he did was to slap her there hard, making her cry more. Zoey on the other hand took of the leash that was on Emily's collar and began to pull hard on it, spitting on her face. Then she takes a dildo and shoves up Emily's throat and moved it so fast that it made Emily puke. "Ohooooo! That's my girl. Oh, some of it went on my belly. Let's try it more." Zoey said. Zoey continued to fuck Emily's mouth with the dildo until she puked again and again. Then Nicolas bent Emily over and started to fuck her mouth with his dick, while Zoey was whipping her legs. Seeing how terrible they were treating Emily, Anna thought if Nicolas and Zoey want to do something bad to her too. After a few minutes, Nicolas went faster on Emily and came inside her mouth, making her puke once more. After that he went behind her and began to fuck her anus. Zoey came to the other side, got in her knees and started to make out with Emily. "Mmmm. Your mouth tastes better now that Nicky's dick was there." Zoey told her smirking. Nicolas grabbed Emily's hair and went harder on her ass. "Oh my god! My ass! My ass! You're ripping it apart master!!!" Emily shouted. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Zoey yelled then slapped Emily's face a few times. Because of Nicolas treatment, Emily couldn't endure it any longer and started to shit. When he felt it coming out, the boy pulled his dick immediately from her ass. Zoey looked amused at her while Anna and Katty were terrified. "Oh fuck! You dirty whore. Look how much you shat here. Now Nicky can't fuck that fucking ass of yours." Zoey said while slapping Emily hard on the back. "I think that's enough for her." Nicky said. "Just a little more. Come on." Zoey responded then got in front of her and put Nicolas to fuck her own ass. "Oh fuck, yeah! See this, slut. You have to take this dick like a champ. Oh my, being so thick it makes me feel so good." After three minutes Nicky came inside Zoey. Then he went to Katty to unchain her and after that he told her to go clean Zoey ass with her mouth. Terrified, Katty went to Zoey, got in her knees and began to lick the cum put of her ass. After that Zoey put her to lick the stains of puke that she had on her belly. Katty did what she was told then Nicolas gave Katty a bucket of water and some towels to clean Emily and the mess that was on the floor. "Shhh! That felt so fucking good, Nicky. I'm going to the shower now." Nicolas took Anna and went with her to his room. After getting inside, he put Anna to sit on the bed and then she grabbed his hands hard. ".....A-Are you...going to do that....to me...too?" It was the first time Nicolas heard her talk and found her voice be so sweet. He got on top of her and kisses her lips. "No. I'm not going to do that to you." Nicolas said with a soft voice. "Now get on that couch there and wait." He added. Anna did what he told her. She watched Nicolas how he massaged his junk for a few minutes then Zoey enters the room. "Oh, so we have spectators this night." Zoey said happy. She got on the bed and started to suck Nicky's cock. Anna was surprised to see what she will see this act of theirs and got a little jealous. "Every time I have this big dick in my mouth it makes me so happy, Nicky." "That's because you are the only one sucking it so god damn good." Hearing that, Anna thought that if she starts sucking Nicolas junk and gets better at it, maybe he wouldn't gave it to Zoey at all and will have all the attention for her. Anna watched how Zoey got on top of Nicolas and began to ride him. Her moans were so loud and powerful that it made Anna get a little upset. Anna stood and watched then have sex then Nicolas brought her back to the basement. There were three cells. In the two of then there was Katty and Emily and the other one was for Anna. After putting her in the cell Nicolas went back to his room. Seeing him go, it saddened the girl, thinking that that girl replaced her. Emily was on the middle cell and was breathing heavily. "Are you okay, Emily?" Katty asks. "Mmm....almost. I can't believe that he could destroy my rectum like that." Emily said while putting her fingers in her ass and starts fingering her ass. "What are you doing? Doesn't it hurt you?" "I-I can't help it. It felt good. Oh my god! I'm going to shit again. Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!" "Holy fuck! Stop it!" Katty said. Anna was shocked seeing what Emily just did. "Stop fingering yourself again!!" Katty yelled. "But it feels so good. The smell....the smell is making me such a bad girl." "Oh my god! This stink is killing me..." "A-Are you okay?" Anna asks Emily. "Huh? Ah, I'm okay. Don't worry about me. I've been treated like this since I was 5 years old." Emily said pulling her fingers out and swipe them over her body. "You like being treated like shit. Literally." Katty said. "You, Anna was it, right? For how long you were a sex slave?" Katty continued. "I wasn't a sex slave. Since I was little I was used only for torture. I no longer know what is pain...." "I'm sorry to hear that. It must've been hard for you." Katty responded. "And you?" Anna asked back. "Since I was fifteenth. I was used only for sex and orals. I've never been in a situation how Emily was earlier." "I see." "Girls. Do you think that our owner will make me feel like this again?" Emily asked smiling. "To you he probably will do it again. Since you are from a family of female whores." Katty responded. "Ah...I miss those days when I was fucked by lots of guys with my mom." "For real?" Katty said. "Yeah. They were fucking her pussy then put their dicks in my mouth when they were about to cum. Ahh. I swallowed so much cum that day. And mommy was so proud of me. When I was a good girl she often let me suck the cum out of her pussy." "You are broken completely..." Anna softly said. "Damn. You had a fucked up childhood. Being so desperate about sex." Katty added. "What can I do. I love it too much." Emily said sucking the fingers that were in her ass earlier. "OH MY GOD! YOU ARE SO FUCKING GROSS!!! That's it. I'm turning over and go to sleep." Anna turned around too and tried to sleep. She was mad that she had to sleep in this cell with those girls than in that sex dungeon. As you can see, this is the life of some of the sex slaves in the United States. Some are treated good and some are treated like garbage. Those kind of slavery are being practiced for a long time and it's called modern slavery. We move on to the next day, where in the morning Nicky and Zoey came to the basement and felt the morbid smell caused by Emily. Zoey took the whip and began to hit Emily with it because of what she did. Nicolas takes Anna and bring her to the balcony from his room. There, a delicious breakfasts was waiting her but she refused to eat. "Come on and eat it, Anna." Nicky said but no response from Anna. "Are you not talking again?" He continued but Anna didn't responded to that either. "Are you mad at me?" He added and after a few seconds Anna nodded her head. The boy grabbed Anna and put her on the table, starting to kiss her. "I had to do it. Otherwise, the rest of the girls will think that I'm favoring you more than them." "If...you did it....then...you don't....." Anna said looking down sad. "Look. I promise that tonight you will sleep with me, okay?" Nicky said. "Promise...?" "Yes, sweetie. I promise. Now eat your breakfast, it will get cold." Anna sat at the table again and began to eat. Then Zoey comes up on the balcony. "Damn. That Emily made a big mess in her cell." Zoey said sitting at the table and lights up a cigarette. "And what you did to her?" The boy asked. "I punished her like an animal. Then I put Katty to clean the mess. She said to me that it wasn't her fault and I slapped her a few times before she started to clean." "I was told that Katty will talk back on things like that." "I like it more. It gives me a reason to smack the hell out of her." Zoey said then came up to Anna. "She is so quiet and lovely. I see now why she is so special to you." She added tapping Anna on the head. "Look at her gorgeous body. I adore her so much. I can't believe that she is a slave." "She is a virgin too." "Really? Oh my god! She is a rarity then. How come?" "Her previous owner was only beating her since she was little. And now that she is grown he thrown her away. He likes to beat up little children...." "Oh my. You poor thing.." Zoey said then kissed Anna's head. "That's why she is so quiet and does everything that is told." Anna was feeling a little overwhelmed with all this words that Zoey just told and she couldn't believed that she adores her. After she finishes the food Anna takes again Nicky's hand and kissed it. When Zoey watched what just happened she smirked. "Well well well, looks like someone knows how to appreciate you, Nicky." The boy came behind her and kissed her on the head. "Of course. She knows that I wouldn't treat her bad." "And what if she gets used to it?" "She wouldn't. Anna is a good girl, right Anna?" "Y-Yes..." Anna responded shy. "Oh shit! Her voice is so cute. Damn it. She is so perfect." Zoey said excited. "This day I will have to mark them." Nicky said stroking Anna's hair. "Oh. Can I mark Emily?" "You can mark Katty too. And I will mark Anna." Nicky responded. "Very well. Can't wait to see how they will react." "Don't be too harsh on them, okay? They're mine." "Sure, darling." Zoey said then left. Anna turned to Nicolas and grabbed his waist. "What is this marking?" She asked. "Is when I put a symbol on your body showing that you are mine." "And....will it hurt?" "Well...yes. We will use a very hot iron to make the marks on your bodies." "I see.....O-Okay then. I am a good girl." Anna said. "Of course you are." He responded kissing her cheeks. Zoey and Nicky took the girls to wash them then they're brought to the basement. There it was a barrel who was on fire and on top of it there was the iron with the symbol being in the fire. Nicky put Anna to stay on a chair that was there and tied her hands and legs to the chair. Zoey got naked and waited for the symbol to get ready. Katty and Emily had been notified about what was going to happen and Emily was the most happy of then all. "So, first with Emily. Where do you want the mark to be, Nicky?" Zoey asks. "Where the abdomen ends." Nicky said. Zoey pinned Emily down, took the iron stick with the symbol and in an instant she put it on her flesh. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Emily screamed hard and rolled over when Zoey took the hot iron off from her. But when she turned Zoey placed the hot iron on her butt. And held it longer. Emily started to cry and beg Zoey to stop then she took it off. Nicky put a bag of ice on her abdomen and another on her butt. He told her to hold then hard on those places and Zoey put the iron back on the fire. "I told you just on the abdomen..." "I know but because she is such a dirty whore she needed two markings." Emily was crying sitting down on the side while Nicky was behind her tapping her head. "There there, you did good. Shhh. It's okay now Emily. It's okay." The next one was Katty. Nicky wanted her marking to be on the back right where the neck starts. Zoey's smile scared Katty and when she got in position to be marked her body started to shake hard. When Zoey took the iron stick Katty couldn't hold on the fear and broke. "Waiiiit! I'm scared....please. I'm scared...." Katty yelled then started to cry. Nicky came to her and hugged her and then removed her hair from the back. In that position, Zoey put the hot symbol on Katty. She hugged Nicky hard and started to scream and cry. "Done. It's done. There, there. It's okay now Katty. You can calm down. It's okay." "You are being too soft on them, Nicky." Zoey said. "Shut up. They are humans too. Myself or you would do the same if were in their place." He added then put a bag of ice on the burned spot. Hearing that, Katty and Emily thought that Nicky wasn't as bad as they thought he was and appreciated what he said. The next and last one was Anna. Nicky puts the iron stick in the fire again and then goes to her. He put a rubber stick in her mouth and blindfolded her. And when the iron symbol got hot enough to be used, Nicky took it and before he put it on her body, he kissed the right side of her neck. In that moment Anna knew that the mark will be there. She got herself ready and then in an instant, Anna felt a terribly hot feeling on her neck. The girl bit the rubber stick so hard that it smashed it. Her muscles were so hard that some veins on her boobs and neck got so visible and big. But she didn't leaked any sound. After three seconds the boy throws the iron stick and took of the blindfold. Anna had tears in her beautiful eyes. Nicky removed the smashed pieces of the rubber stick from her mouth and kissed her on the forehead. "Am....I...a good girl....now?" Anna asked tearing up hard. "Yes, sweetie. You are a good girl. And a brave one too." Nicky responded then kissed her lips. The girls were so shocked that Anna stood so quiet having that awful feeling of burned flesh. Even Zoey was surprised. "Holy fuck! That's a tough one." Zoey said. After all this was done, Nicky gathered the girls in a room. Inside the room there was another little room where Nicky wanted to talk with the girls in private. First that entered was Katty but instead of Nicky, Zoey came in. When she saw her, Katty backed up a little. "I've talked with Nicky and even if you are his I am the one owing you." Hearing this, Katty starts to cry. "No....I don't want to be beaten like Emily!" "Huh. Acting tough outside but you are so soft on the inside." Zoey said coming close to her and grabbed her waist. "Don't worry little bunny. I won't make you suffer. I will take....good...care...of you." She added then softly kissed her lips. "You won't be treated like her. All you have to do is to please me in bed, clean after the mess that Emily will do and do what Nicky and I say. Okay? And you will be okay." "O-Okay." Katty responds sobbing. "That's it little bunny. Good bunny." The next one that enters is Emily with Nicky. When they got inside, Nicky grabs Emily's hips and looks at her boobs. "You know, I chose you because of your big boobs and the addiction you have for pain and sex. I want to use you to release my stress and anger. So, you can hate me for all the things that I will do to you but just so you know..... I'm very sorry for it." Emily takes a few seconds of silence and then hugs Nicky. "It's okay. I don't blame you at all. This is my purpose in life and I accepted it. So, yeah. You can do whatever you want, fuck me, beat me as hard as you want, so hard to make me faint...but I have one condition...please.....please don't kill me, master." Emily responded and at the end of the phrase she starts to tear up. "I won't, you kinky little slut. I won't kill you. Don't worry." When Emily leaves the room then Anna enters too. After she closes the door Nicky immediately hugs her. "I'm so sorry for what I did to your beautiful body." "It's.... Okay. I'm yours after...all. Plus, it will be just a scar like the ones I have on my belly and legs." "You don't have to worry about those scars. I will put you to get tattoos over them." "A-Are you serious?" Anna asked shocked. "Yes. I want you to be the most beautiful girl in the world." "But....but I'm a slave." "It doesn't matter, sweetie." The boy said then kissed her lips. "From now on you'll be sleeping and staying in my room. Okay?" "Are you....really going to allow...me to stay there?" "I don't allow you....I want you there." Hearing this, Anna felt how much he cared about her and that all the attention that he had was for her. So she hugged him and thanked him. After the discussion, and when the pain wasn't that awful, Nicky gave the girls clothes to take on and brought them to the kitchen to eat for lunch. After that Nicky presented Katty and Emily a room where they would live from now on. Katty wasn't so happy about it but it was better than living in that cell in the basement. Being all set, Nicky went in his room with Anna for some alone time. He took off her clothes and began to suck her breasts. Nicky got hard so Anna unzipped her pants and began to jerk off his junk. The boy was surprised that Anna wanted to do that. "Are you ok with this?" "Yes. You just stay there and suck my boobs." Anna responded. It didn't lasted long for Nicky because he got so horny that he ejaculated on Anna's stomach in just ten minutes. "Fuck! I'm cumming so fast when I'm with you, Anna." "Why?" The curious girl asked. "Maybe because you are my favorite." "I'm...glad to hear that." Anna said smiling. When Nicky cleaned Anna from the semen that was on her, the two of them snuggled in the bed until the night came and had to go to sleep. This time Anna wanted to hold Nicky so she put him to stay with his face on her boobs when she hugged him. And like that, the two of them went asleep like that. Anna now felt secured and surrounded by warmth. She never wants to lose this feeling and decided to do anything to have it for the rest of her life. Take this notice, having a sex slave or a slave can be good for your own good but sometimes having a slave could make you have some difficult times. Text: Laura XO Cover: Allon :P Editing: Laura XO All rights reserved. Publication Date: August 4th 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-jc4224ca91ec3a5

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Mistress_ Red Summoned Lust for adults only WARNING: THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, MATURE CONTENT, NOT SUITABLE FOR VERY YOUNG READERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. i n t r o this book and story does not belong to me o n e Meg O'Donnell was once the picture of sweetness and innocence. However, working in the cut-throat fashion industry for ten years does tend to tarnish one's halo a bit. Besides which, she came from a long line of witches. Surprisingly enough, the actual knack for witchery seems to be, to some extent, genetic, and in Meg's case actually skipped generations for the past several centuries.   But never was that talent evident in the men of her ancestry. Only the women had the gift, and only every other generation at that. Her mother and great-grandmother seemed to have neither the inclination nor the talent to cast spells, invoke spirits or even read fortunes. It was just never in them.   Her grandmother and great-great-grandmother, however, were proficient in the arts. Her great-great grandmother, Mary Boyne, even created her own coven, the members of which practiced the arts for decades under Mary's leadership until she took ill in her mid-eighties. It was only that illness which forced Mary to leave her beloved coven.   Had she remained healthy, she'd have never left her friends and co-worshippers. She loved her dabblings in the arcane arts that much.   Meg's grandmother, Caitlin Murphy, was yet another follower of those beliefs, even more powerful than her own grandmother had been. She often pored over ancient tomes, searching for new discoveries and more ways to assure her family's happiness and prosperity. She rarely cast spells of black magic, but would not hesitate to do so if circumstances called for it.   If her family was threatened in any way, the then matriarch would throw caution to the wind to protect those she loved. Thus, only rarely did she invoke dark forces, but most certainly did so without hesitation when she felt her family's well-being was in some sort of jeopardy. She, too, led a coven for decades.   And when the time came, Caitlin - sensing her daughter's disinterest in such things, and feeling the power seething just beneath Meg's innocent exterior - began teaching her granddaughter all that she'd learned in her many long years as a witch. And little Meg was a quick study; she soaked up the arcane arts like a mystical sponge.   When Meg's grandmother passed away at the ripe old age of ninety-seven, she bequeathed to her granddaughter all her books and scrolls and potions - which Meg's mother would've objected to had she believed in them and known of their true power. Meg missed her grandma dearly, but accepted the dozens of mystical gifts with her heart full of awe and wonder.   Over the years, she read the books and scrolls, dabbled with the potions and spells, all the while remembering her grandmother's warnings and urgings for caution. Meg learned all that she could, eager to explore this strange new world... eager to make her grandmother proud.   Now approaching her third decade of life, the twenty-eight year old Megan O'Donnell was nearly as well-versed in the arts as her grandmother was at her age. And, in keeping with a seeming trend from generation to generation, Meg was at least as powerful as her mentor, and in many ways much more powerful.   But, alas, her choices of career and friendships and lovers had conspired to sour her on several aspects of life. Her years in the fashion field had indeed been cut-throat, and her most recent lover had secretly been laying his pipe in the loins of her supposedly best friend at work.   She could've dealt with the pressures at her job, but the dual treachery from ex-friend and ex-lover was more than she could bear. Despite her grandmother's leanings toward discretion and caution, Meg's feelings of betrayal led her down a path that there would be no turning back from once she'd begun. Still seething with bitterness, she embarked on a journey that would have very surprising repercussions.   This story takes place a few months after Meg's discovery of her lover, Rob, and her best friend, Terry, entwined in steamy embrace upon her own bed, naked and heaving against one another like mindless animals in heat. It was the age-old story of lust and deceit.   Almost as if playing out some badly written script, she arrived home unexpectedly one otherwise pleasant afternoon and opened her bedroom door to see their sweaty, rutting bodies pasted together in lust, and had nearly fainted from the shock and disbelief.   And to make matters even more unbelievable, they - those salivating, groping, sweating fornicators - had the temerity to glare at HER as if SHE was the one who was guilty of some offence... presumably that of having had the AUDACITY to interrupt their illicit coupling! The gall of those cheating bastards! How could she not have seen it in them all along? How could she be THAT blind?   After recovering from her near-collapse, Meg had screamed and ranted and threatened, but in the end could do nothing but throw them both out of her apartment... and out of her heart. Her once gallant lover and her no longer trusted friend simply fixed upon her a stare of utter contempt as they got dressed and left the building... probably to continue their brainless humping at their earliest possible convenience.   It took Meg days to get over that initial shock, and the deep feelings of betrayal. She'd lost both a lover and a best friend in one brief instant of time. It hurt - deeply. Only by diverting her mind to the dark arts could she ease that pain. Her magic gave her strength; it's dependable power gave her solace.   Her grandmother's use of the arts to protect her family gave her hope, inspiration. And it gave her focus. Slowly, the pain was pushed back, replaced by her mind's workings on a course of action. "Let her have that pencil-dick," she thought, "They deserve each other." She grinned, her eyes sparkled... and she mapped out her plan. Twisted, yes... but it gave her such joy just to consider the delicious possibilities.   Almost three months to the day from the shocking spectacle of hormones raging out of control on her very own bed, Meg was ready for her seventh conjuring. This would be the best yet. She'd researched her grandmother's dusty old books for yet another candidate, a demon she could depend on, a demon who would do exactly what she wanted done.   Her first summoning conjured a demon who had - under her direct orders - raped both her ex-lover and her ex-best friend, fucking them both repeatedly, and forcing them BOTH to blow him several times (Meg giggled at the mere thought of how embarrassing it must've been for the macho Rob to have demon penis erupting in his mouth in front of his skanky whore).   This resulted in both of them acquiring simply exquisite cases of genital herpes and clap..and some wonderfully irritating hemorrhoids for her ex-stud, which had him clenching his cheeks tightly almost 24/7 from that night on. Oh, how absolutely precious! And, the icing on this vengeful cake was that when they'd actually been stupid enough to try reporting to the authorities that they'd been accosted by a demon, they very nearly ended up being committed.   It was touch and go there for a few days until they recanted their true but unbelievable story. Meg had laughed hysterically when the demon reported back to her every detail of what he'd done to them. It was the first time she'd ever been proud of a demon. Oh, what perverse joy!   The second demon was even more fun, though not as far as Rob and Terry had been concerned. This second awful brute had again visited the now diseased couple at Meg's bidding, this time doing much more perverse things to them. Suffice it to say that it involved both of them being held captive, bound tightly together in their bathtub naked for hours... and copious amounts of the foulest of demonic bodily wastes.   Well, at least they were in the bathtub, where they could clean up afterwards! Meg had howled for a week over that one. Lying in bed alone at night, she'd picture the entire disgusting scenario and laugh until she snorted. And this time, she noted, Rob and Terry had had the good sense not to involve the police.   They'd have been put away for sure! That entire escapade had given Meg so much joy that she'd written down the demon's name for possible future use. Before sending him back home to the deep, dark depths of Hell, he'd agreed to "anoint" the treacherous duo anytime Meg called on him. A more amicable and cooperative fellow she could not have asked for, if a tad disgusting.   But that seemed ages ago. She'd enlisted the aid of four other demons since. Now she was on her seventh demonic summoning. She grinned widely at her expectations of how the evening might go. She couldn't wait to get started. All was in readiness. She experienced delicious tinglings as the time drew near. She was eager to begin.   As with her previous dabblings in demon conjuration, Meg moved all her bedroom furniture to the four walls. In the now open center of the room she drew a circle - exactly thirteen feet in diameter - with enchanted chalk that she'd spoken several mystical spells of power and protection over.   Inside the circle, the inverted pentagram, the doorway to chaos - access to Hell and all its despicable minions - was carefully drawn. After all was completed, she again chanted a spell of protection over the entire area. At each of the five tips of the pentagram she then lit and placed one candle, again speaking the spell of protection over each one individually. This latest demon was a particularly powerful one, and she was taking no chances.   She walked over to her bedside table, which had been placed gainst the far wall next to her bed, which was pushed into the corner. On that table was a large, brittle-paged book, the binding of which crackled dryly as she opened it. She flipped the dusty pages until she came to the page she wanted.   She read it several times to be sure it was exactly what she was looking for. Yes, this demon was perfect. Smiling, she licked her lips and made her final decision. Nodding to herself, her grin widened and she chuckled with anticipation. It was time. Everything was ready. Demon number seven, come on down! Meg lit two more candles, placing one on either side of the book of spells and incantations. She didn't bother to turn off the lights.   She knew they'd go out on their own when her "guest" arrived. It was one of the ways - along with that oh so distinctive sulfurous odor - that she knew of both a demon's arrival and his departure. So, not turning off the lights was something that was helpful in discerning the beginning and the end of a summoning session.   Especially so the end of a session. It told her that a demon had been properly and securely banished back to his dark domain. This she'd learned on her third summoning - or was it her fourth? It had proven very helpful indeed.   As a final precaution, Meg closed her eyes and cast a spell of protection over herself and her apartment. She clutched the amulet around her neck as she spoke the words. "May the gods of olde protect and shelter me against any and all harm this day. Likewise protect my living space and all my earthly possessions.   No matter what transpires, protect me from the forces of evil in all their incarnations. Protect me, both physically and mentally, from any and all repercussions as a result of contact with this demon. Let no evil of any kind threaten me or treat me in any way I do not wish. If I do not desire it to be, then it cannot be.   So do I request on this night of my seventh summoning. Praise be the gods of olde." Nearly word for word the way her grandmother had taught her. She instantly felt calm and safe. It was a strong spell, and she knew deep inside that nothing could now jeopardize her safety or well-being.   If she didn't want it to happen, it couldn't possibly happen. And that spell of protection was a very important thing. From experience, she knew that when you yanked a demon out of his little slice of Hell, he was usually very, very pissed off.   Now she was ready to bring a very unsavory character into her very own bedroom. She was quite calm, even more relaxed than last time. It seemed that she became stronger and more confident with each summoning. She was becoming a pro at transporting demons into her home.   She learned from each one, and by now she was so proficient at it that she knew nothing could possibly go wrong. Her fourth and fifth summonings had had little glitches, but she'd overcome the problems with ease and learned from them. And, to date, her grandmother's powerful spells of protection had kept her completely free from any major harm whatsoever. Her last summoning, in fact, was absolutely clean, devoid of even the tiniest mishap. This one would undoubtedly be the same. She was certain of it.   She again shivered with anticipation. She looked down at the yellowed page before her, feeling a surge of power at what she was about to do. According to her grandmother's book, this was a particularly vile demon, and her plans for him had her almost tittering with nervous glee. She couldn't wait to see if this particular demon was as despicable as his reputation made him out to be. She hoped he was. It would be much more delicious that way. t w o Raising one hand high over each candle, Meg kept her eyes on the grandfather clock in the corner. At exactly the first stroke of midnight, she lowered her eyes to the dusty tome on the desk before her, reading from it's brown-edged pages and raising her face toward the ceiling, chanting each line loudly toward the midnight sky:   Vin Scrotorum, et Zubinum Fral! Bal-Soggothum, Lustium banal!"   The flames of the candles on either side of the book sputtered and sparked, though those sparks that touched Meg's skin did not burn her. The flames of the candles at the five points of the pentagram fluttered and then rotated counterclockwise. The room lights flickered and dimmed slightly. Meg continued:   "I seek the foul demon called The Great Fornicus. He of Mount Priapus, beyond the Sea of Misery. Hear me and do my bidding. Come to me at once. Obey my command! You cannot refuse me! SHOW YOURSELF NOW!"   One by one the candles of the pentagram puffed out in sequence, then relit themselves in that same order, from that moment on burning ten times as brightly as before. The candles beneath Meg's hands burned a blood red color, made all the more eerie and foreboding when the room lights flickered rapidly and then finally winked out.   Yellow and red glowed throughout the room, and Meg held her breath. After waiting a few seconds, she sniffed the air. There it was. Sulfur. Pungent and clinging. The noxious smog of Hell.   She could feel resistance. This was indeed a strong demon. But he was no match for her. Gritting her teeth, she continued with the spell, again shouting at the ceiling:   "Do not try to resist me, spawn of Hell. To do so will have dire consequences for you. Come here at once or suffer my wrath!"   The sulfur smell increased. Glowing blue smoke rose from the pentagram, like a reeking marshland fog. Except for the candles and the glow of the underworld haze, the room was in darkness. An electrical charge permeated the air. Something should've happened inside the circle. But the demon was still resisting. Meg would have none of it.   "Bring your foul carcass to me, demon! Do not risk my anger further! VIN SCROTORUM, ET ZUBINUM FRAL! BAL-SOGGOTHUM, LUSTIUM BANAL! COME AT ONCE OR SUFFER!"   The blue fog roiled and swirled within the circle. Then it turned a blood red color, matching the two candles on the table. The stench of sulfur was almost palpable. An inhuman growl seemed to be rising from the wooden floorboards of Meg's room. She knew the demon was near.   The hideous bellow from below rose in volume. It snarled and spat and cursed. It was incoherent with rage, unintelligible and fearsomely ominous. The rantings and ravings of this obviously unhappy being heralded its imminent arrival. Meg wasn't worried. She'd seen it all before. Theatrics, nothing more.   Flames leapt up from the border of the protective circle. Foul black smoke billowed up to the ceiling, where it disappeared as if never having existed. The entire room smelled of sulfur and glowed an eerie yellow-brown hue. Meg heard the words from The Great Fornicus' lips long before she actually saw that foul, curse-belching mouth.   "What the FUCK do YOU want, BITCH!?!" The words boomed from the circle, causing the window panes to rattle in their frames.   The flames died, the smoke cleared, but the stench remained, as did the sickly mustard glow that filled the room. In the center of the pentagram stood The Great Fornicus. And he was not happy. He searched the room with blazing eyes, snarling when they located Meg.   "You little earth bitch, what do you want with Fornicus?" His snarl alone would've caused Meg to pass out had she not felt protected. Still, she did shiver a bit, even encased as she was in her silken, ceremonial robe.   Before answering him, she allowed her eyes to examine his naked form. He appeared pretty much human in physical structure - except for the tiny horns on his head, one just above each ear, and the tiny nub of a tail just above his granite-like buttocks. He towered over Meg at at least seven feet in height.   His brown body glistened with sweat. He was muscular in the extreme. That was a common theme among demons, it seemed. Life in Hell was hard, and its denizens invariably had finely sculpted bodies, in a rough, angry sort of way. His chest was massive and strong, even his large, dark nipples dripping demon sweat. His stomach stretched flat and hard from his rib cage to his pubic carpet.   His thighs were so muscled that Meg figured he must be able to leap large distances with ease... perhaps something that came in handy in the smoldering terrain of Hell. He had no hooves, but regular, human-appearing feet - something that, for some unknown reason, made Meg feel more at ease.   But it was the large slab of demon meat between his legs that wrested her wandering eyes from all else. At first, because of its formidable length, Meg thought Fornicus had a boner, but then she realized that it wasn't fully erect. But, even in its semi-flaccid state it was a good twelve inches in length.   Meg shuddered to think of it's total length and girth at full engorgement. A fearsome thought, yes... but, then, why did she get such a guilty tingling between her thighs? Why did she suddenly find it hard to breath? Why was her heart racing where it hadn't been before?   "Answer me, bitch," he groused, "why the fuck am I here? And talk fast, or I'll put that pretty mouth to a much more pleasant use instead."   "Don't you DARE threaten me, demon," she snapped, her voice cracking but trying to maintain an authoritative tone. "I have need of your services. I need you to do something for me." Her eyes met his, and didn't back down.   "You stupid cunt," he growled, "I was having my way with not one, not two, but THREE of Hell's finest sluts. How dare YOU interrupt my fuck time! If you don't send me back right this second, I'll fuck YOU as many times as I'd planned on fucking all three of them! Am I making myself clear?" He was, but Meg didn't even flinch. She had faith in her powers, and in the teachings of her grandmother.   "You are in no position to make demands, demon. You didn't have the power to resist my summoning, and you don't have any powers that can resist any other commands I give you, either. You are here to do MY bidding, as I see fit. So, stop your growling and posturing and prepare to do as you're told!"   This did not sit well with the irritated Fornicus. His skyward roar rattled more than just the windows. The very walls and floor vibrated with that bellowed anger. When he looked back down at Meg, his eyes were like burning coals.   "You fucking earth bitch. You simpy little spell-chanting slut. You're too young to have much power. I could step out of this puny circle and rip your heart out... and then laugh as I forced you to eat it. I could..."   "Do it then," she interrupted. "Go on, rip my heart out... if you can."   Another growl, even more rage. But, there was also a note of resignation in that howl. Old Fornicus was accepting his fate. He continued to fret and fume, posturing for effect, but he realized he was trapped. "All right," he sneered, "so what chore does the little earth slut want me to do?"   "That's better," she said, which rankled him even further. "now stop growling and listen. If you do this for me as soon as I finish giving you the order, then when you complete your task you can come back here and I'll send you right back to your three whores. Agreed?"   A long, slow growl rose from his gut. Clearly he didn't enjoy being ordered about. And he was looking at Meg in a way which suggested that he might get even greater pleasure from plundering HER charms than those of the willing concubines of Hell. Still, he relented, "All right, bitch... what do you need done?" Another guttural growl, this one lasting nearly a full minute, rolled from his throat.   "I need you to visit some people, some ex-friends of mine. Once you're there, I want you to get revenge on them for me."   "Revenge? In what way? Give me specifics, girl. I don't want to come back and then have you keep me in this rotten place just because you say I botched the job. What should I do to these poor, unlucky humans? Do give me details, please, my powerful Mistress." Sarcasm dripped from every snarled word, and his exaggerated, flamboyant bow of humility looked ludicrous in the extreme.   "Well," Meg sounded flustered, "whatever it is you demons do to people. I don't know... rip out their eyes, break their bones, use them as punching bags, take a leak on them, rip out their hearts - you seem fond of that one. Hang them up by their genitals, yank out their fingernails and toenails.   Whatever! Be creative. Just make them miserable. But don't kill them. I want to be able to torture them again and again and again."   Fornicus' eyes grew very wide. He stood up tall, even arching his back. His arms went out wide to his sides and he bent his neck back, aiming those wide eyes at the ceiling. It started out soft at first, but then grew in force. Fornicus was laughing. It reached a window-rattling crescendo as he bellowed his laughter to the sky.   His entire body shook with the force of it. To Meg, it sounded about as foul as anything she'd heard in years. And it grew louder by the second, it's cacophonous rumbling clawing savagely at her ear canals. Fornicus laughed long and hard before looking back down at the astonished Meg, his wide eyes now filled with tears of laughter.   "Are you fucking stupid?" he asked at length. "Don't you have a clue what kind of demon you've summoned?" He seemed amused beyond words.   "Why, a demon's a demon," she stammered, "You all rape and maim and kill, right?" Her bewildered look sent Fornicus into another bout of raucous laughter.   "You stupid, earthbound cunt," he said finally, "not all demons rip hearts out and gouge out eyeballs. There are different types of demons, you vacuous little harlot. You didn't know that? Well, maybe you should go back to your books and get some knowledge in that sieve-like brain of yours before you summon a demon again. Oh, you really are too much!" More laughter, escalating to the point where Fornicus doubled over, racked by peels of hideous laughter.   "Don't you DARE laugh at ME, demon! You're MY prisoner... and you do as you're TOLD! You obey MY commands!" Meg trembled with her anger.   "Listen to ME, you moronic bitch!" he hissed back at her, his laughter instantly gone, "I'm what's known as a LUST demon. I don't break bones or yank out fingernails. What I do is FUCK people to death. Yes, that's right. You see this incredible cock?" He fondled his huge member, which got Meg's attention immediately.   "This fat,.juicy dick can fuck someone to the point where they just curl up and die. THAT'S what I do. I can come a thousand times and never even get winded. Each orgasm just makes me want another. That's my curse. I'm never satisfied for more than a few minutes. So, if you want me to FUCK your ex-friends to death, I can do that.   But, the point is... I fuck them TO DEATH. I can't stop fucking until my partner is dead, or until I have a new partner. Sometimes I even keep fucking the dead carcass. But my fuck-buddies, be they male or female, never survive. And you seem to want to leave your victims still breathing. I'm not your demon, you brainless whore. So, send me back to my Hell bitches. They're the only ones who can survive carnal pleasures with me. C'mon, now, I'm tired of this stupidity. I'm hornier than Hell itself, and if I don't fuck something soon, I'm going to take it out on you."   "Oh, really? And just how do you plan on doing that, oh Great Fornicus?" Meg seemed irritated herself now, matching the demon's sarcasm with her own. "You talk a good story, but you actually expect me to believe that you FUCK people to death? Give me a break! You don't look so 'great' to me. 'Great' Fornicus, indeed! Your dick is only slightly bigger than my ex-boyfriend's was, and I called HIM pencil-dick! Of all the legitimate demons I could've conjured, how could I have picked such a goddam useless loser like you?"   Fornicus roared, his entire brown body trembling with rage and glowing a menacing amber color. His eyes again became red coals, fiery slits of hate. He snarled incoherently, crouching in an obvious attack stance, but, alas, he had nowhere to go. He was trapped within the protective circle.   Flames leapt up around him, foul smoke filled the room before dissipating as it had done before. And throughout the pyrotechnic display, Fornicus ranted and bellowed, snarled and raged. His eyes were lethal daggers, his body taut and ready to pounce as he paced about the tiny circle.   He was frustrated and angry, and he wanted so badly to get his hands on Megan. He glared at her vilely, his lips curled back in a malicious snarl. How he wanted to feel her soft, yielding flesh. How he wanted to do what he does best... fuck this insolent little bitch to an agonizingly orgasmic death.   Meg shivered when she saw what appeared to be a disturbing by-product of his demonic rage. His semi-flaccid penis was no more. In it's place was a screaming, throbbing demon hardon. His swollen demonhood was easily a foot and a half long and as thick as a cucumber, bobbing impatiently above a scrotal sack that looked like it housed twin baseballs.   As that angry penis enlarged by the second, so, too, did that hairy bag of testes. Clearly, his needs were urgent. It was imperative that Meg send his rotting, rutting soul back to Hell. But, her eyes couldn't force themselves from the sight of that oversized demon dick and the juicy danglers below it.   She eyed them almost with awe. Again her pulse quickened. Again her breathing apparatus nearly failed her. Again she marveled at Fornicus' formidable member.   And that delay proved to be her undoing.   Fornicus was like a caged animal, pacing and eyeing Meg as if she were his next meal. As he paced and drooled and tried desperately to think of some way to shove his cock into this meddling earth whore, his eyes searched the room vainly for something - anything - to help him break free of the damned circle and fuck Meg until she collapsed dead on the floor.   His raging cock bobbed up and down as he moved to and fro in the circle, it's lack of release irritating and angering him more by the second. He grabbed that throbbing muscle and began stroking it, such was the extent of his frustration. But it was when he actually looked down at his miserably neglected penis that his mind rejoiced.   He didn't believe his eyes at first, squinting them to get a closer look, hope rising within him ever so tentatively. But then he realized with a sick laugh that it was true. His torture was over! Freedom was just one quick move away.   Yes, there it was! His cock's salvation! His escape! His release from carnal torment! His means of getting his pounding erection into Meg's every orifice, over and over again, filling her to the point of bloating with his vile, demonic semen. His laughter again echoed throughout the room as he looked at the floor, at the fatal flaw in Meg's plan.   Drool dangled from his lower lip as he eyed the protective circle with astonished disbelief - followed by twisted joy. He leered at Meg, whose face was awash in curiosity - and then returned his ecstatic gaze back to the floor. With the back of his hand, he wiped that drool from the bottom of his malevolent grin. His lungs wheezed out a grotesque, barely audible, victorious chuckle. t h r e e Megan followed Fornicus' line of sight and saw what he was looking at. She looked back up into his smoldering eyes, and saw the victory that filled them. His depraved smile was beyond twisted, beyond sick. He smiled all the more wickedly, knowing that Meg could do nothing to stop him from escaping the circle.   His grin was so vile that it left a greasy feeling on every inch of Meg's suddenly prickling skin. She looked at him and shivered. She knew that she was about to find out just how strong her spells of protection would be in keeping her safe from permanent harm.   Because, at that very moment, the leering, lecherously drooling Fornicus was calmly and confidently stepping out of the protective circle... Before Meg could move an inch, Fornicus stabbed out a long, muscular arm, his strong fingers wrapping around her throat so fast that she never even saw them approaching.   The salivating demon growled from deep within his massive chest again, though this time it sounded more like a purr of satisfaction. The growl ebbed to a low gurgle in his throat as he took two more steps toward the now captive Meg, that gurgle rumbling out from between obscenely smiling lips.   "Hmmm... seems the little earth bitch fucked up, huh?" His fowl grin showed a mouthful of teeth, surprisingly straight and white for a demon.   Meg, of course, couldn't reply. She was barely able to get air into her lungs between the tightly clenched fingers of her captor, let alone use that air to form words.   "Poor little girl," the demon said softly and sarcastically, "seems you screwed up big time. Not very good at conjuring, are you, slut?"   Meg's eyes met his without flinching. But, inside, she was praying that her spell of protection would keep her from serious harm. Still, she refused to let this hulking beast from Hell know she was frightened out of her wits. That ruse was a very difficult one for her to manage, but, miraculously, she pulled it off.   "Let me show you something, you stupid cunt," Fornicus said in words that foreshadowed something ominous. By her throat, the bulky demon dragged Meg over to the encircled pentagram, in much the same manner as a child would carelessly drag a stuffed toy. She kicked and squirmed in his iron grip, clawing at his meaty paw as he pulled her easily across the wooden floor.   When he finally stopped, he pointed at the circle, a gurgling laugh rising from his diaphragm as he said with twisted glee, "The circle has to be complete, bitch, or the spell of entrapment won't work. Look here, my soon to be concubine, and see where you fucked up. See this missing spot right here, this tiny little break in the circle?   What happened, did your weak little above-world fingers get tired? Did they drop the chalk before you completed the circle? Or did you just stupidly walk across the chalk with your clumsy little witch feet and break the circle? Are you just a weakling, or some kinda gimp who can't walk worth a shit?" He laughed loudly.   "Doesn't matter to me, of course, because I'm free. But," he leered, lifting her off the floor so that her face was mere inches from his own, "it's gonna matter a LOT to you in a few minutes, sweet cheeks. Cuz ya see, I'm gonna fuck every hole you have until you're a quaking, drooling mess on the floor. I'm gonna rip you open with my cock and leave your cum-covered carcass for your friends or family to find. You, my sweet, are going to pay for dragging me away from my whores... and for every order you barked at me... and for the very INSULT of thinking yourself my better. You, you retarded bitch, are going to be fucked all the way to your grave I hope your little revenge gambit was worth it."   He opened his hand, releasing her reddened neck. Meg fell heavily to the floor. But before she could recover her wits, Fornicus again seized her, this time by her flowing red hair. He dragged her to him as if she were weightless.   When she was directly in front of him, he yanked her hair upward, lifting her grimacing face from the floor, but only by a few feet. He held her head at a most advantageous altitude, waiting for her to realize what was in store for her. What Meg's eyes saw throbbing before them made her shiver.   The leering Fornicus was stroking his huge, throbbing member. That already glistening helmet was less than a foot from Meg's face. She watched in fascination as the demon worked it into a pulsating frenzy before her eyes. Chuckling wickedly, the evil creature then wrapped Meg's long hair around his hand, thereby pulling her forward even more.   This brought Meg's flushed face within inches of that angry muscle. Her eyes widened. The slit in that bobbing helmet seemed to be close enough to tap the tip of her nose. Then, Fornicus again moved with the speed of light. Meg felt his free hand clamp tightly onto the back of her neck. It pulled her forward those last few centimeters. And she found that that swollen rod actually WAS tapping her nose.   "Smell good, bitch?" Fornicus chuckled softly. "Smell good enough to eat?" He laughed more wickedly still. "Because," he grinned maliciously, "that's exactly what you're gonna do." Pulling her head forward, he then braced her neck so that she couldn't move, circling long, vise-like fingers around her soft throat again, this time from behind.   He then let go of her hair. But only so he could use his freed hand to do something more vile to her. He grabbed the shaft of his pulsating penis just below the engorged head and began rubbing it in Meg's face.   He pushed the head and the underside of his shaft into the flesh of that sweet, young face and moved it all around, slowly, deliberately making sure every inch of her face was honored by its presence. Meg couldn't even squirm or wriggle her head into a slightly different position, so strong was his grip on her neck and head.   "Mmmm.... doesn't that feel nice? Oh, you like my cock in your face, I can tell. Bet you can't wait for me to shove it in your mouth, huh? Bet you're eager for a taste of it, right? Yeah, sweet demon cock. Wanna taste it, like the cock-sucking blow whore you are?"   Meg continued to feel that hot, sweaty rod massaging her face. It's scent was pungent, like a man sweating after a long day's work, but it wasn't the foul underworld stench she'd expected. Even so, as he dragged its rough, veiny surface over her cheeks, chin and lips, the demonic pre-cum dribbling from its slit coated parts of her face.   But she couldn't move to avoid any of it. Fornicus was toying with her, using her face as his personal cock toy. Astonishingly, Meg didn't close her eyes with revulsion. Rather, those mesmerized eyes continued to watch that huge penis as it had its way with her face. As the impudent dick dragged itself from cheek to chin to opposite cheek, the dribbling slit left a wet trail on her soft flesh. When Meg glanced up at the twisted Fornicus, she saw his eyes staring intently down at her, but his smiling lips were sighing loudly.   "Oh, yeah," the hell spawn grinned, "I can tell you want it in your mouth, don't you? Admit it, you want to give Fornicus a delicious blowjob, don't you? Well, go ahead, you can suck my cock. In fact," his grin became deadly, "I insist." He removed his cock from her face and aimed it directly at her lips. That guttural rumble rose from his insides again as he sneered, "C'mon, bitch... open up."   Meg clamped her lips tightly together, trying vainly to turn her head to one side. Fornicus mashed his dripping helmet against her pursed lips, trying to force it between them. Irritated at her resistance, he growled, "Suck my cock, bitch! Open your mouth NOW!"   When his verbal urgings had no effect on the trembling Meg, Fornicus decided a still more convincing approach was in order. Again like lightning, the hand that had been smearing his cock's pre-cum all over Meg's face let loose its grip on his penis and again grabbed fingers full of curly red hair.   With a vengeance, Fornicus yanked on that hair, hard enough to jerk Meg's head to one side. When Meg's mouth opened in a wail of pain, his other hand pushed her head forward from behind, unerringly forcing her open mouth around his thick, rock hard cock.   Instantly he let go of her tresses, using both hands to keep her head motionless as he thrust his throbbing member deep into her mouth. Meg's eyes widened like saucers. Fornicus sighed, licked his lips and began happily humping her face, his hips thrusting his cock ever deeper down her wide-stretched throat.   "Ahh, I KNEW you wanted to suck my cock," he laughed. "Admit it, whore, that's why you really summoned me, isn't it... so you could gobble up some fat, juicy demon dick!" He roared laughter, his strong thighs propelling his huge penis deep into Meg's face over and over again. His enormous sack slapped at her chin and neck, slamming into them like hairy twin sacks of potatoes.   "Oh, yeah, bitch... suck my cock. And don't bother trying to bite it. I won't feel a thing. Demon cock is pretty tough. If anything, the extra stimulation will make me come even more." Then, laughing, he added, "Damn, I'm glad you summoned me after all. You give better hummers than some of the cunts in Hell!"   Meg was helpless on her knees before this hulking demon, his huge hands holding her face still so he could fuck it. Her eyes were still wide, if only from the strain of sucking such a huge member. Fornicus' strong fingers dug into her scalp as he joyfully humped her stretched out mouth.   Even when Meg tried to pull back or roll onto her side, the thrusting demon had such a completely unbreakable hold on her head that even if her body changed position, her head wouldn't.   And so the demon continued to sink his formidable cock into her mouth and enjoy the feeling of his balls slapping her defenseless chin and neck. Meg could only remain there on her knees, lips surrounding his plunging organ, waiting for the beast's sticky load to flow into her captive mouth.   But simply fucking Meg's mouth was apparently not enough for this vile creature. Not missing a thrusting beat, Fornicus, continuing to hump like the animal he was, looked around the room quickly. Spying the bed, he dragged Meg over to it.   As he dragged her along the floor, he held her head in place in front of him and didn't stop thrusting his rod into her mouth for even a second. He maintained his dick's frenetic assault on her stuffed mouth all the while he dragged her to the bed, laughing as she slid along the floor, writhing and twisting and slapping uselessly at him.   Reaching the bed, he sat down on it heavily, sinking into the mattress. Meg was still on her scraped knees, her head between his legs, but now instead of thrusting his hips into her face, Fornicus was using his huge paws to force her head up and down on his penis, not even slowing the pace!   "Oh... this is... so good... slut... I find... fucking... your face... to be very... pleasant... I could... drill it... all night...Your mouth... was made... for fucking... Oh yeah... suck cock... bitch!"   What Fornicus did next took Meg by surprise. She'd simply assumed he'd fuck her mouth until he came. But obviously, this sick demon wanted more pleasure than just that. It seemed more than just his cock desired the warmth of Meg's mouth.   The removal of that huge, throat-clogging cock from her mouth came as a complete surprise to Meg, who thoroughly expected a cascade of demon cum down her throat at any moment. Instead, Fornicus, still holding her head firmly in his hands, said, "Lick my balls, bitch. Lick them good. The whole damn sack. Suck them, too. Pop them in your mouth and really enjoy them. Yeah, bitch... give my balls some lips and tongue. Yeah, there's a good little suck whore."   Removing his hands from Meg's scalp and neck, he then propped himself up on one elbow on the bed, his other momentarily free fingers twisting yet again into another handful of Meg's hair, yanking her head forward as he spread his legs, keeping one foot on the floor, but bringing the other up onto the mattress.   Spreading his large, muscled thighs, he thrust his sweating crotch forward at her as he pushed her face down into it. His entire genital area was spread out before Meg, like the three course dinner he thoroughly expected her to eat.   "Lick!" he repeated, twisting his fingers in her hair for emphasis. Meg howled again, but this time Fornicus' penis had no intention of filling that tempting opening. Instead, he thrust her face further down between his legs and pointed at his sack. He continued twisting her hair until her tongue came out of her mouth.   Then he loosened his grip on her locks, pending her tongue's cooperation. When the tongue was not forthcoming with its humble service, he again twisted her hair, and pulled hard on it. Meg thought she could HEAR the roots straining, shouting vehemently their threat to let loose of her scalp.   She whimpered, thought about resisting, but in the end extended her tongue and submissively brought it into contact with his waiting testicles. "Ahhhhhh... lovely," the demon sighed. "Give them a nice, wet bath. Lick them like a good little girl."   Slowly, her compliant tongue dragged itself across the hairy contours of his bloated sack. Lick after lick, Meg gave in to Fornicus' depraved demands.   She licked his balls while he alternately sighed and chuckled. All the way back she licked, to the very rear of his sweat moistened sack. He leaned back to give her access to every inch of his cum-filled testicles. He watched with vengeful joy as the woman who'd had the audacity to summon him and BELITTLE him was forced to lick his scrotum. Oh, how he was going to enjoy cumming in that bossy mouth.   "Suck them," he said, "take them in your mouth one at a time and suck them. Lick each one as you suck it." He tittered as she complied, sucking his balls humbly, knowing she had no choice. Fornicus felt compelled to berate her, as she had berated him. "That's right, you arrogant bitch, suck my balls.   Bet you can't get enough, huh? Fornicus' fat, juicy balls are tasty, no? Well, I'm a true gentleman, so I'll let you savor their flavor all night.. or, at least, until I need to cum in your mouth. I DO have to have my priorities." Laughing, he sat back and watched Meg's busy mouth between his legs, careful to keep a grip on those lovely red tresses.   It simply wouldn't do for that bossy mouth to stray too far from his genitals. That was one way to shut her up, he thought, by shoving his genitals directly into that smart mouth, thereby killing two birds with one stone... not only would he receive simply lovely orgasms, but the only sound that impudent mouth could possibly make was those simply musical slurping and sucking noises on his cock and balls.   After some thirty minutes of having his scrotum licked and sucked, Fornicus again wanted his cock in Meg's mouth. His orgasm was approaching, and he wanted to make sure he filled her stomach with it.   Yanking on Meg's hair again, he tugged her lapping mouth away from his spit-drenched testicles. Meg's face was sweating - some of it from extended exertion and some imparted to her flesh care of the demon's sweating crotch - and she was panting. "Time to suck cock again, bitch," he snarled. "Open up."   Exhausted and defeated, Meg opened her mouth. Fornicus quickly filled it with throbbing cock meat. But, not wanting to have to use his arms to move her face up and down his shaft, he shoved his cock into her mouth and then stood up again, this time turning Meg around so that her back was against the side of the bed.   Bracing the back of her head against the bed, he found he could hump her face as heartily as before, and yet save energy, thereby allowing for a longer face-humping marathon. So, that he did. Meg sat with her back forcibly pressed against the bed, accepting Fornicus' insistent cock down her throat and his hips' constant movements shoving it down ever deeper.   The demon growled with intense pleasure as his fat member repeatedly drilled into the witch's mouth like an oil drill seeking oil in the deepest depths of the Earth's crust - except that it would be his burrowing drill which erupted, and not Meg's yielding throat.   This time, Fornicus didn't stop thrusting his meat into her face until he came. It happened while he was thrusting madly against her, his jackhammer hips slamming into her face hard and fast as he grunted and snorted his foul desire.   All Meg could see was his muscled belly and his groin's thick, black mane as they slapped painfully into her sucking face repetitively, hard flesh and irritating pubes conspiring to maul her delicate nose and cheeks. Her mouth was stretched insanely wide to accommodate that enormous penis as it invaded all the way to her throat.   Her head slammed back over and over again, her neck screaming with each of Fornicus' bestial thrusts. All she could do was wait for his eruption... and hope she could swallow fast enough to keep from drowning.   Suddenly, she felt ten fingers stab into her scalp and lock in place. Fornicus snarled and shook and bellowed. His groin attacked Meg's face with a vengeance, slamming her back and back and back. Her breathing through her nose was erratic at best, as she awaited her liquid meal.   Fornicus growled over and over, loudly and from deep inside his heaving chest. His eyes alternately burned down at Meg and shut in ecstasy as his open-mouthed demon's face pivoted up and down, in almost the same rhythm as his pounding hips. He panted like a wild animal, snorting and grunting over and over.   His neck muscles became taut and he screamed at the ceiling. His crotch began slamming into Meg's face so hard that she thought she'd get whiplash. With each thrust she slammed back into the bed and her tender bottom lifted from the floor. But she was powerless to even push him back a few comforting inches, so she was trapped beneath that grunting, rutting, mouth-fucking animal.   At last the demon came. A hot rush of cum blasted into the back of Meg's throat. Volley after volley of hot demon juice pelted the soft flesh of the inside of her objectified mouth. It was indeed hot... hotter than any cum she'd ever tasted. A molten sperm dining experience. And it seemed unending.   Her mouth literally FILLED with cum. With wide, worried eyes, she swallowed as fast as she could. But still the cum kept blasting into her mouth. Fornicus' cock was stretching her mouth so far, so impossibly wide, that there wasn't even room for his semen to leak out around it. ALL of it... every single drop... accumulated in Meg's mouth, threatening to fill it to the point of suffocation. But Meg swallowed and swallowed, her neck muscles getting tired and sore from the unending workout.   Finally, long, long minutes later, the deluge ended. Fornicus' penis, though still incredibly engorged, stopped spurting. Growling again, this time with more contentment than need, his huge demon body slumped on top of the still swallowing Meg. His even then mostly erect muscle still filled her mouth, and his incredible bulk squashed her flat and unable to move beneath him, but at least his dribbling penis had ceased its incessant flooding of her mouth!   Meg lay there beneath the demon, gasping for air through flaring nostrils, while Fornicus simply rested on top of her, content to keep his cock in her mouth while he regained his strength for pleasures yet to come.   And though his body weighed down on her heavily and breathing came at a premium, Meg was happy to still be breathing at all, and she, likewise understandably exhausted, was also content to lay beneath Fornicus and rest, even if his suffocating, wetly dribbling penis was still wedged into her mouth, like some fat, fleshy feeding tube.   At length, Fornicus stirred atop the weary Meg. His sweat had drenched her skin almost as much as his semen had saturated the tissues of her mouth and throat.   She was dripping from head to foot when he finally removed his sated bulk from atop her. He took sick pleasure in slowly sliding his dribbling penis from that wide-stretched mouth, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of one last squeezing of his shaft by those stuffed, tightly encircling lips.   He sighed contentedly as the very act of removing his cock from her mouth squeezed out the last few drops of his orgasm. For her part, Meg ignored that last act of depravity, happy just to be gasping in as much air as her tortured lungs could stand. As the demon rose, she only had the strength to raise her head and look at him. Nothing more.   Fornicus stood tall, stretching, obviously satisfied. He posed arrogantly before Meg, grinning down at her. "You see," he said, "I knew you wanted to suck my cock. And you really licked my balls with gusto, slut. I've made a note to make sure I invade that mouth of yours a lot before you die. Oh," he tapped his chin with a long, chubby finger, pretending to contemplate something,   "I should think you could blow me another eight to ten times before you give out. What do you think, bitch? A dozen more blow jobs for the Great Fornicus before you twitch and die?" He laughed, and then bent down to bring his face close to Meg's.   "Wonder why you never gagged on my big cock, bitch?" His grin was foul and sick. It was almost as if he'd read her mind. Because, she had to admit, she did wonder at that.   Maybe if she'd gagged, Fornicus would've taken his cock out of her mouth much sooner... though she doubted it. Knowing how depraved Fornicus was, even if she'd begun retching, he wouldn't have removed his cock from her mouth until his balls had emptied themselves down her heaving throat.   Grinning, he answered his own question. "You see, slut, we lust demons have a special gift. We want to kill our victims with SEX, not with gagging and retching. This lovely, delicious cock," he fondled himself again, "has the lovely knack of anesthetizing whatever I stick it into, whether it be a mouth, a pussy or an asshole. How else could a lust demon's victim live long enough to get him off?"   He laughed again, looking at Meg with no pity whatsoever. "So," he continued, "if you were hoping to puke and turn me off, well... little cock-sucking bitch... it ain't gonna happen. I can fuck your mouth over and over again, and your throat will just keep swallowing and swallowing and swallowing for me, keep accepting anything I shove into it. Isn't that lovely?" He stood up and reared back his head, belting out another chorus of his demented laughter.   Finally, when his laughing fit ended, Fornicus leered down at Meg with renewed interest. She shuddered. Staring up at his salacious expression, she realized that her ordeal had only just begun.   The evil demon had much more in store for her. After all, if he was intending to fuck her to death, he had a long way to go. And that leering face, the slavering lips, the foul stench of lust all over him, said that he intended to do just that... no matter how long it took. Meg shivered again. He again brought his wicked face close to hers.   "Well, now," Fornicus drooled, "that certainly was a pleasant beginning to the festivities, wasn't it? Having my cock sucked by some arrogant little slut is always a good thing. But, you, whore, have so, so much more ahead of you. Ahh... where to begin? You have so much to atone for... so much delicious revenge pleasure to give your handsome Fornicus. Are you ready to begin?"   With flaring nostrils and supremely evil eyes, he added with a soft grunt, "Are you ready to dance with the demon of your dreams, you pathetic little fuck-whore?" Up until that moment, Meg had never realized that any pair of eyes could convey both lust and hatred simultaneously, but there it was, both emotions clearly lighting Fornicus' evil eyes from behind.   Shivering, Meg stiffened against the bed. Chills danced along her spine. Phase two had begun. Fornicus was horny again, and she was his plaything. She bit her lip and awaited his decision as to how he would next ravage and abuse her for his pleasure. She didn't have long to wait.   "I think," the looming demon said to her, whispering into her face, "that it's time you remove your annoying clothing, my dear. You have other openings that Fornicus wants to fill. My cock is hungry for them all. So, you don't mind removing that useless, flimsy little robe - and any underthings you may be wearing underneath - do you? After all, a slut can't please her Master if she's stubbornly covering up the very things he most covets, now, can she? Of course not. Whores and sluts are meant to be naked and available at all times."   Their eyes met for a time, Meg still refusing to show fear. But, Fornicus merely laughed. Then, more horny than amused, he glared at her menacingly and growled, "Get your fucking clothes off, earth tramp, or I'll rip them off for you."   Meg resisted for a moment, then realized it would do no good. Slowly, her fingers began to fiddle with the robe's belt still tied about her waist.   "Wait," Fornicus snickered, the phrase 'rip them off' suddenly striking a chord in his evil brain, "I think I'd rather do this myself, after all." f o u r Before Meg could react, the demon again had her around the neck. He lifted her off the floor, his eyes blazing with lust as he dangled her high in the air. His eyes scanned her helpless body, his mind trying to decide where to tear at her robe first.   Meg struggled and squirmed in his grasp, but her feet weren't even touching the floor. Even if she could've gotten such a foothold, what good could it possibly have done? She was no match for his strength and ferocity. For the moment, she was his sex toy, helpless to do anything but comply with his most disgusting wishes. She gritted her teeth for the inevitable.   And that was when The Great Fornicus reached out with one huge hand and began tearing the clothes from her trembling body. Holding Meg in the air effortlessly, the drooling demon grabbed her robe at the overlap which crossed over her breasts.   Knowing full well that he could've just as easily removed it by tugging at the belt tied loosely around her waist, he thought it would be much more fun - and make more of a statement - to grab that "v" at her cleavage and tear the robe free from there. It would impress upon the mouthy bitch just exactly how helpless she truly was.   Such a giggle it would be to watch her quake with fear during such a forced disrobement, her reeling mind realizing at last that she was about to be raped and sodomized repeatedly for hours on end. And, oh, how he would enjoy ogling those soft, jiggling tits as they bounced their way to freedom - that is, of course, until his mouth captured them and sucked them dry.   All of this convinced the demon that he did indeed need to rend that bothersome robe, so, chuckling obscenely, that's exactly what he did. His clawing fingers grasped the flimsy material at Meg's heaving cleavage and yanked with more force than was necessary to rip it from her soft, pink flesh - the better to set those fleshy globes to jiggling for his pleasure.   Meg jerked only once as he ripped the top half of her robe away from her body with just a single pull. She wore no bra beneath her robe, and Fornicus took great joy in watching her now naked breasts dance from the force of his tug, exactly as he'd imagined it would be. He licked his lips at the sight of those ripe, succulent melons and their oh, so tasty looking nipples.   But breasts alone would never be enough to satisfy a lust demon's hunger. Hence, Fornicus still eyed the shattered robe with displeasure. Though those lovely breasts were his for the taking, still Meg's lower half - which held the remaining two orifices he had yet to savage - was still coyly hidden beneath the stubborn remains of the robe. That would not do.   What remained of the destroyed top half of the robe drooped lazily over Meg's midsection, still held somewhat in place by the silk belt around her waist. It seemed Fornicus would have to remove the bothersome strip after all. But, he realized with a sly grin, that belt could most certainly have some lovely uses down the road.   So, while he ripped it out of its guides as a matter of necessity, he took care not to destroy the belt itself. Not so the rest of the robe. Once the belt was tossed aside for future use, the bottom half of that shredded robe was history. Even thought with the belt and its top half missing the bottom half would've easily fallen from Meg's body, Fornicus wanted to tear if off of her, just because.   This meddling trollop had interfered with a simply wonderful fornication marathon with three of Hell's premiere bitch-whores, not to mention ordering him about as if he were her private chattel. She needed to be taught a lesson. So, letting that robe simply fall was out of the question.   The message was everything. As was instilling fear in his prey. Frightened women were just so delicious to fuck. Fear always makes them so compliant, not that it would matter if they weren't. Ah, yes, that stink of fear... so titillating... so delightfully arousing.   Before that robe could slip off the trembling Meg of its own accord, Fornicus again snatched it up in one eager paw, this time ripping it free from the curve of her hips and her fine, tender bottom. He snarled with glee as the last of the robe atomized in his hand. Yet, still, his view of earth pussy was obstructed. Meg wasn't wearing a bra, but she had worn panties beneath her robe. No matter, they would not be there for long.   Just to make Meg squirm, the lecherous demon didn't yank off her panties right away. Instead, he slipped his hand into them, first fondling Meg's ass, squeezing her warm cheeks with impunity, slipping his fingers between her legs without fear of reprisal. In short, as Meg dangled in the air before him, he brazenly felt up her ass and pussy. Meg could do nothing to stop him, except try vainly to squeeze her thighs together. That only turned out to infuriate the proud witch when Fornicus laughed at her feeble attempts to keep his hand out of her most intimate parts.   Laughing, the vile creature, still with his hand in Meg's panties, carried her over to the wall farthest from her bed. He held her up against the thankfully smooth surface, still holding her throat tightly, and continued fingering her soft, yielding flower. Meg squirmed and tried to break free... to no avail.   Fornicus worked his fingers into her pussy, wiggling them inside her as he sneered and licked his lips, keeping direct eye contact with her the entire time, his powerful, in control eyes humbling and shaming her completely powerless ones. He shoved three fingers deep inside her, then drove them roughly up and down within the sweet, tight confines of that invaded cavern.   The captive witch squirmed around his plundering fingers, which only made him finger it all the more. Faster and faster he finger-fucked her vagina, his cruel eyes never letting go of hers. Still she squirmed and tried to kick him, but even her most telling blows were insignificant to him. He felt none of them. His eyes gleamed with sadistic joy.   He was letting her know in no uncertain terms that he'd begun the process of dehumanizing her, of humiliating her for sport, of taking sole possession of her body for his many and varied perverse pleasures. His eyes and actions conveyed this very clearly to Meg. She had ceased to be a human being anymore... and had instead become the demon's personal fuck toy.   "Oh, come now, slut," the demon gloated, "all I'm doing is loosening you up for my huge, lovely cock. You don't want me to fuck you and have you split in half now, do you? That would be so disappointing for BOTH of us, don't you think? You'd be dead much too quickly, and I'd miss out on a really good fuck.   So, relax, and let Fornicus stretch your pussy so his cock will fit more easily, and maybe it won't hurt you so much. Though, in truth, a little screaming on your part would add to the proceedings nicely." His laughter was crude beyond words, and it only became more disgusting as he inserted a fourth finger into her.   When that fourth finger entered and began probing with the others, the demon ended his eye contact and leaned forward, so that his mouth could finally enjoy those tempting tits. His domineering eyes had made their point. It was now time to give them their reward, and allow them to ogle and savor the squirming little slut.   Meg squirmed against the wall as Fornicus mouthed and lapped her breasts, biting and sucking her nipples with a vengeance, his tongue slobbering over every available inch of breast flesh. As he orally molested Meg's bosom, he growled and panted and made piggish slurping and sucking noises, along with equally vile sounds of gratuitous pleasure.   All the while his burrowing fingers invaded her deeper and faster. Meg felt an orgasm building within her. The demon's fingers were now well lubricated as he pistoned them up and down in her dribbling sex. Meg bit her lip, feeling the sexual tide rising in her. She squeezed her vaginal muscles as tightly as she could, trying to stave off orgasm as long as possible.   But, as hideous as the fingers inside her and the mouth on her breasts were, still they were fingers and a mouth, still they suckled and stimulated her most intimate places, and still they evoked a response. She felt herself shuddering, eruption not far off.   But, orgasm, it seemed, was not just yet in the cards for the trembling Meg as, suddenly, the world turned upside-down. Blood rushed to her head as if blasted there from a cannon, and she found her upper body rushing toward the floor, strong demon fingers no longer clamped around her much relieved throat.   But just as her head was mere inches from shattering on the floor, her descent halted. Dizzy, she waited for her vision to clear, as the blood within her body tried to equilibrate itself after having suddenly collected primarily in her upper body. She was indeed upside-down. Directly before her focusing eyes were Fornicus' two large, hairy calves. She looked upward, toward her feet, and saw what her scrambled brain, impressively, had already suspected.   The horny creature from Hell was now holding her upside-down by a single ankle. He'd somehow flipped her in mid-air, then caught her ankle as it flew by. She still dangled helplessly before him, with her back against the wall, but now his mouth was eager to taste something other than her breasts.   And, having every intention of tasting it, he pulled Meg up inch by inch with his two hands, until he was no longer holding her ankle, but had a firm grip on each of her thighs, which he immediately spread wide apart.   With a snort of annoyance, he grasped the crotch of her silky panties and ungraciously ripped them from her body, his demon eyes - much more pleased now that the bothersome panties no longer covered Meg's sweet, pink pussy - gazing wantonly at the place where his fingers had been diddling happily mere moments ago.   Smiling down at Meg, Fornicus then bent forward and began sniffing her pussy. His eyelids fluttered in rapture as his nostrils moved about her glistening slit, sucking in their fill of its arousing scent.   "Mmmm.... smells good enough to eat." Sticking out his long tongue, he lapped her slit slowly, from her soft triangle all the way back to the crack of her ass. "Oh, yeah, very tasty. Don't you think pussy should be on every menu in every restaurant? It should be a law... both on Earth and in Hell. Don't you agree?" He snickered, his nostrils still crudely sucking in her scent and his wet tongue having its way with her downy treasure.   Meg could only watch helplessly as Fornicus sniffed and licked between her legs. In moments, his animalistic licking was again accompanied by those piggish, gorging sounds as he slurped and sucked madly at her slit and every juicy fold around it. He snorted and huffed and slobbered in her drenched bush like a starving bum gobbling down his first real meal in weeks.   The tremblings she'd felt a few minutes ago when her breasts were being so devoured, and her pussy was being fingered savagely, were returning with a vengeance. Again, she bit her lip, but it was to no avail.   It only got worse as intrusive fingers - having released one captured thigh so they could barge between Meg's legs again - briefly joined his burrowing tongue in those tender, glistening folds. Fat, sausage-like fingers spread her petals wide, opening her up for his slithering tongue to savor.   As she shuddered and quaked, her glazing pupils saw something which made them dilate wide. Fornicus had chosen to instead brace her by wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her against the wall that way. This pulled her dripping crotch closer to his face without him having to bend much at all, facilitating much more comfortable nuzzling and lapping of his victim's sweet nectar.   He also reluctantly removed his fingers from her pussy so he could employ them elsewhere - to much more PERSONAL effect. Still with his face buried in her again dribbling sex, Fornicus now had another, more stimulating use yet for his previously pussy-teasing hand... the happy chore of stroking his mammoth cock.   And Meg had a front row seat for the occasion. She watched as his fist clenched around the shaft of that huge cock and worked maniacally to beat it off as he slobbered noisily between her legs. She realized with a shiver that the weeping helmet of that primed muscle was aimed directly at her helpless face!   Just as she calculated the trajectory that Fornicus' ejaculations would take, she also discovered that his tongue was easily as long as a normal man's penis. She found this out when he moaned and drooled, inserting his tongue into her opening at least six or seven inches, fucking her with his tongue as a mortal man would with his throbbing penis.   The sight of his primed, dribbling cock aimed directly at her face, and the sensation of his tongue invading her pussy to its very core, conspired to increase her erotic tremblings. Again she approached orgasm. And this time there would be no sudden mid-air cartwheeling to break the momentum of her hormones.   Fornicus was mouthing her pussy ferociously, licking and sucking it dry, fucking it with his long, thick, squirming tongue, snarling his bestial lust as the helpless Meg careened madly toward orgasm. His stroking hand worked feverishly on the throbbing shaft of his insatiable cock.   And when Meg finally came, moaning loudly even through her lip-biting, Fornicus seemed to enjoy her orgasm, slurping even more loudly as he lapped her geysering crotch. Through her own erotic haze, she saw Fornicus' hips moving now, back and forth, faster and faster, as if generating power for his impending climax. And sure enough, Meg's own juices washing over the demon's face seemed to be the very firing mechanism that his angry tool needed.   As she trembled in her own lustful release, Meg's mouth opened in one long, continuous sigh. It so happened that this coincided exactly with the demon's own orgasm, his second of the evening. A thick stream of demon cum shot rocket-like from his testicles to his cock and from there slammed into Meg's face, followed by another... and another.   Meg's open, sighing mouth received its second dose of Fornicus' sticky cream. She cut short her sigh and instantly clamped her mouth shut, thereby staving off a second battle with possible drowning, but her head was still in the line of fire.   And though she managed to protect her eyes by likewise slamming down her eyelids, the demon's milky stream slapped her face repeatedly with his frantic, orgasmic rhythm, splattering on her already tainted features with such ferocity that she could hear the wet, smacking sounds of the multiple impacts.   So frequent were the bursts, that they sounded like intermittent, windswept bursts of rain pelting a window pane. In the deepest recesses of her retreating brain, she felt that she understood how a poor, defenseless window must feel during a raging thunderstorm.   Fornicus moaned into Meg's pussy for long, lustful minutes. His tongue had long since left her canal, but he still lapped hungrily at her juices, licking them from her entire crotch area, even sucking them from her cum-drenched bush. And all the while his cock blasted volley after volley into her defenseless face.   His sticky juices clung to every inch of her facial flesh from her chin to her hair. She swallowed the cum that had made it into her mouth before she could close it. But her chin, lips, cheeks, nose, eyelids, forehead and even inside her nostrils (!) were coated with his again seemingly endless cum barrage.   Her face was dappled here and there with milky droplets, crisscrossed with long strings of sticky liquid and splotched with larger globs in several places. Her hair clung stickily to her scalp in matted clumps as if it had been greased with mouse or hair gel, but it was all courtesy of Fornicus' ongoing orgasmic discharge.   Meg's orgasm had ended much sooner than Fornicus' had. Spent, she dangled there before him, upside-down, eyes still tightly closed, the demon's greedy mouth still slurping loudly between her quaking legs.   Even with her arms waving and trying to shield her face, more ejaculatory blasts got through than were successfully blocked, and his spurts were so frequent and incessant that her arms eventually got tired and fell limply at her side, leaving her pretty face completely unprotected.   Dangling there before that firing cannon, all she could do was wait for his seemingly endless supply of spurting fluids to stop spattering her face and neck.   It seemed to take forever. And even when the face anointing sprays finally came to an end, Fornicus repeatedly squeezed his shaft, working still more cum out through the head, and gleefully wiped it on Meg's face, purely for the sick pleasure of doing so. Meg could only dangle there and endure his sticky cock rubbing its remaining juices onto her face.   Finally, Fornicus sighed and growled contentedly. He let go of Meg's waist and let her drop to the floor. She landed with a thud.   "Damn, that was great, wasn't it?" Fornicus asked with a twisted grin as Meg tried to sit up against the wall and let her blood flow back to her entire body again .   "I'm gonna ENJOY fucking that pussy all night. Your ass, too. Smells sweet enough to eat, too. Yeah, my cock is gonna feel good in all those tight, sweet holes of yours. Whoever put you together, sure made you fuckable. You should be a demon whore, bitch. I'd have a great time fucking YOUR brains out every night. Too bad you hafta die, though. But look at the bright side. Maybe you'll go to Hell and we can hook up again!" He laughed, shaking his still dribbling dick in her direction, spraying her with a few final drops of his sticky demon cream.   As she looked up at him with disgust, he chuckled and added, "But that was all good for starters, wasn't it? C'mon, bitch, smile... you'll see LOTS more of my sweet cum before you bite the big one. Cheer up!" His mocking laughter filled the room, and Meg knew this was going to be one very long night.   Meg lost track of the hulking brute for a moment as she tried to wipe his sticky discharge from her hair and off of her saturated face. Before she could manage even a small bit of more than likely useless grooming, she felt her hair once again being painfully yanked from her head.   As if reliving a nightmare over and over again, she found herself yet again being dragged carelessly across the floor, this time her nakedness sliding across the wooden planks, her sweaty flesh keeping her from sliding smoothly, thus making it a bit painful.   "On your knees, bitch!" Fornicus bellowed, pushing her head down into the floorboards. "I think you need a lesson in doggie style, like all whores do." He chortled sickly as he stepped down on the back of her neck, his eyes admiring her fine, tempting ass rising up in the air as her face - no doubt becoming sticky now as his cum became tacky on it - rudely met the floor.   "Nice ass," he said, "but I already told you that, didn't I? Well, what I SHOULD say, is that I think it's time to fuck it. What do you say, cunt? Mind if I fuck your ass for a while? I really need another cum, and your ass looks like it can hold gallons of demon jiz!"   Again he laughed, bending down to slap her ass - hard. "Yeah, I think I'll fill that up for you. It'll be good for you to fill up that caboose with some premium for a change, instead of the wimpy-ass crap your dickless upper world boys call cum. And I'VE got some REAL premium to fill you up with. Ready for your next fill up? Ready to take it up the ass, bitch?"   Meg expected to feel his hard member ramming itself into her anus, but, instead, Fornicus decided to amuse himself first. Taking his foot off of the back of her neck, he quickly straddled her, lowering himself down to unceremoniously sit his rock hard, naked demon's ass on her head, his grinning face aimed in the direction of her vulnerable bottom.   Then, laughing the disgusting chortle of a most venomous demon, he slapped her ass with both hands, repeatedly. Each slap was so forceful that Meg's entire body shook, even with him sitting on the back of her head. Fornicus laughed louder with each slap on her tender buttocks. As time went on, not only her raw, reddened cheeks wailed in pain, but her poor, sticky face ached as well, from the demon's weight forcing it ever more painfully down into the hard floorboards.   "One, two, three... " he counted each slap on her crying ass, "four... five... six..." Meg couldn't move, pinned by his considerable weight. He continued to spank her tender bottom for long minutes. When he reached "one hundred and ten" he finally grew tired of slapping her glowing red cheeks.   Instead, he leaned forward and began invading her sphincter with his fingers. He laughed happily as he used one hand to play with her pussy while three fingers of his other hand probed her anus, working tirelessly at the tight muscle.   Constant fingering of her anal opening with his persistent fingers was fun, but by itself wasn't loosening up that damned muscle much at all! Still, he kept at it, determined to make Meg's ass a fun, yet comfortable, place to shove his cock. Then, his demented brain conceived of something that would be helpful in his anus tenderizing endeavor.   "This'll loosen up that tight little asshole of yours, bitch. The better to get my fat cock into it. I don't give a shit if I hurt YOU at all, but an ass that's too tight and dry might hurt my cock. I can't have THAT. Hmmm... speaking of dry... " Fornicus leaned forward and bent low. Meg heard disgusting snorting sounds as the demon sniffed at her sphincter.   After a few moments of this, his strong fingers grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide. She felt his nose as it pressed more firmly against her opening and again sucked in its scent. Within just a few minutes his slithering tongue was lapping her hole, burrowing its way inside it, licking the rim of her sphincter muscle.   Again making fowl slurping sounds, he then forced his six inch tongue inside her, grunting happily as he ate out her virgin ass with animated enthusiasm. Not only did the demon seem to enjoy this anal lapping very much, but it did indeed apparently help to loosen up that orifice for his rampaging penis to enjoy momentarily. But, with a grunt of resignation, Fornicus realized that his saliva alone was not enough lubricant to do the job. Something more was needed to prepare this tight opening for HIS incredible cock! And he knew just the thing to help prepare that tight ass for his pleasure! f i v e The hellspawn leaned back again, reaching down to Meg's ass-pinned head, and wiped the fingers that had been in her ass along the side of her face and under her chin, scooping up a generous dollop of his earlier deposited greasy cum.   It was still nicely wet and slippery. He then returned his fingers to her sphincter and worked them in again, using his cum-slickened digits to relax and lubricate the unwilling muscle. Ahh, yes, it worked much better than his thinner, less greasy saliva.   "There, your face won't miss a little cum. It's got plenty on it," he laughed. "And it'll help lubricate your hole for my ramming cock. Isn't that nice of me? I've always been told I'm too considerate." Again he wheezed and cackled at his own sick humor.   His persistent, wet fingers continued to work into her opening, determined to make it a pleasant entryway for his mammoth tool. Gradually, he loosened the tense muscle. He chuckled with glee as the sphincter seemed to just give up under his prolonged phalangial assault and relax for him.   When it finally did, he made sure he worked his fingers twice as hard in and out, deliberately finger-fucking her hole. He did this with obvious joy for a long time, knowing how humiliating it must be for Meg. That was good. She needed to be taught a lesson... or two... or three... He even briefly thought about shoving his entire fist up there, but then thought better of it.   "Nah," he thought, "don't want her TOO loose. Then it won't feel as great around my cock. It's gotta be just right when I fuck it." He licked his lips in anticipation.   "Ahhh," Fornicus sighed at last, speaking loud enough so that Meg could hear him down there under his smothering ass, "that should do it. That hole should be nice and loose and lubricated. Should be able to handle even MY huge boner!" He laughed yet again, looking back and down at the helpless Meg.   "Now you just stay right in that position, cunt. I'm gonna get behind you and fuck that sweet ass of yours for a while. Gonna give it that premium fill-up I mentioned. If you're good, I'll let you lick my cock afterwards. Should be a lot of juicy, mixed flavors on it for you by then. It'll keep those taste buds of yours from getting bored with all the cum I'm feeding you." More twisted chortling.   When Fornicus finally got off of her head, Meg breathed a sigh of relief. That is, until he was behind her, and she felt him pressing his huge helmet against her virgin sphincter. She heard him grunt - with both effort and pleasure - as he worked it in. Didn't this demon's dick EVER get soft? she wondered.   With a final shove from behind, all thought fled from Meg's mind as physical sensation alone took over once again. Grimacing with discomfort, even after the preparatory stretching and lubricating of her sphincter by the "considerate" Fornicus, Meg braced herself for the merciless advance of that enormous slab of demon cock.   Her entire ass seemed to cringe as that foul, ruthless penis barged callously into her cum-smeared, finger-loosened sphincter. Fornicus snorted his evil pleasure at debasing this new orifice... and geared himself up for some supremely greedy ass-fucking. Subconsciously, Meg tried to bite her lip in anticipation, but her mouth was too smashed against the floor for that to be even remotely possible.   The crazed demon drooled on himself like a rabid dog as he pushed his pole deeper and deeper into Meg's red, blushing ass. At first he braced her hips with his hands so he could shove his enormous rod through her still resisting sphincter and up into her colon.   With each successful inch he chortled harder, gyrating and rotating his hips to force himself deeper into her. Even greased and loosened as it was, Meg's muscle clenched around the foul creature's fat cock. The end result was yet more pleasure for the ass-humping demon, who rammed harder and deeper in response to his increased arousal.   Six, seven, eight, ten... twelve full inches he shoved up her ass. Meg groaned, but could do nothing to stop the advancing anal invasion. Then, with a final grunt of victory, Fornicus slammed his cock into Meg's abused bottom all the way to his balls. His manic hip thrusting and gyrating caused his huge nuts to slap bloatedly over and over again against her ass and inner thighs. That was when the true ass-pummeling began.   "Oh, NICE ass for an above world bitch! Even better than I expected." Fornicus sobbered. "Now you just relax and let the Great Fornicus do all the work," the twisted demon cackled. "But, do brace yourself, because I'm going to give this sweet ass one helluva workout. Ha! No pun intended!"   Meg's sphincter was stretched to its limits as Fornicus' thick slab of demon meat moved back and forth within its confines. As her hole loosened up further, her abuser speeded up his indelicate tenderizing of her ass. In and out went that ferocious, insatiable cock, each thrust of his potent hips slamming Meg's face into the floor, her entire body racked with convulsions.   Second by second Fornicus got more and more into his anal ravaging, and his demonic, grunting thrusts seemed to increase exponentially in both speed and savagery. Meg's sphincter even started to heat up from the incredible friction. Meg had long since given up and surrendered to this perverse ass-pounding.   Being continuously slammed into the floor from behind as she was, she focused her efforts on keeping air in her lungs, and splinters out of her face!   "Oh, yes!" Fornicus howled, "This ass was MADE for fucking! Oh, yeah, bitch, this shit's gonna get torn up REAL good!"   Meg experienced a pang of unpleasant Deja vu when she felt determined fingers once again entwined in her cum-slickened tresses. Yanking mercilessly on those captured locks, Fornicus pulled back on Meg's head, controlling its whereabouts by what he did with her hair. He used that now sticky mane the way a jockey would use his reins to steer a horse.   Pain begot cooperation. And Meg's neck was indeed stretched back painfully as he continued to pull her hair throughout his ramming of her burning ass.   This led to yet another pleasure for the perverted hellspawn. With her head yanked back like that, and his constant pounding between her cheeks, Fornicus noted with prurient joy that Meg's breasts were bouncing and jiggling in a most tempting fashion.   And since his hungry cock was thrust so deeply into his helpless captive anyway, there was no longer any need to hold onto her ass as he fucked her, so his non-hair pulling hand was free to play elsewhere, hence he decided to put it to good use.   Yanking back ferociously on Meg's already tortured locks, the relentless demon bent the poor lass into almost a horseshoe shape, so that his hand could capture one of those bouncing globes and squeeze it with abandon. Meg was nearly howling from the pain in her scalp and in her lower back, but Fornicus only saw the object of his desire... that teasing, tempting tit.   If the howling strumpet was in pain, she was in pain. That was her problem. He was enjoying his ass fuck, and he was about to fondle that succulent tit. That was all that mattered. Meg's wails, if anything, were nothing more than gravy to the demon, a delicious side-effect.   Her screams of pain were music to his horned ears... and spurred him on to greater depths of extreme butt-fucking. Oh, what an exciting addition to the fun! Scream, baby, scream, he thought, and my dick'll just pound you harder!   Fornicus howled with glee when his mauling paw captured that bouncing breast, and he quickly began fingering the soft flesh, pinching the taut nipple. The pleasure of those acts caused his rectal hammering to again double in ferocity. Meg thought his enormous, pounding cock was going to invade her liver, or perhaps pound against even her heart!   She could barely breathe, because of the way her back was bent into a "u" shape... and because she was biting her lip from the screaming going on at her hair follicles. She wished Fornicus would hurry up and ejaculate, as her scalp, back and ass were becoming very sore indeed. And her left breast, mauled relentlessly by the obviously elated demon's clutching paw, was also beginning to feel bruised.   Yanking on Meg's hair, Fornicus bellowed, "BEG me to fuck your ass HARDER, bitch!"   Cum-drenched red curls threatened to vacate Meg's scalp. She wailed in agony, "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwohhhhhyes, please Great Fornicus, fuck my ass harder!" Her still sticky lips screamed the words at the ceiling.   Snickering and giggling a hideous, wheezing laugh, the demon said sarcastically, "As you wish, Milady." Ramming her harder still, he added, "Tell me your name, oh queen of witches."   Meg's entire body was convulsing with the demon's doubled vigor. Gasping, she tried to speak, but the increased activity at her bottom left her breathless. All she could manage was, "Me... Me... I'm Me..."   Fornicus squeezed her breast and yanked back on her hair again. "Your name, bitch... what's your name?"   "MEG!" she screamed, "Meg... I'm... Megan," she gasped at the distant sky.   "Ahh... pretty name... witch bitch... How deliciously... appropriate... Megan... BEGGIN' Megan..." he laughed, "How perfect!...Now... beg... Great Fornicus... to fuck you... still harder.... beggin' Megan..."   Another tug on her hair. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Oh, yes.... Great Fornicus... PLEASE... fuck my ass... harder... PLEASE!"   Fornicus again snarled his satisfaction. His slamming hips propelled her inch by inch across the floor, her aching knees scraping on the floorboards, his relentless thrusts bouncing them up and down, bruising them more each passing second. "Beg more, bitch! I LIKE it!" Again her follicles wailed in torment.   "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.... owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! PLEASE... GREAT FORNICUS... FUCK YOUR... BITCH WHORE!... FUCK MY... ASS... UNTIL IT... SPLITS... IN TWO!... FUCK ME... HARDER... PLEASE!"   Meg's knees and elbows slammed repeatedly into the floor as Fornicus' battering ram molested her colon deeply, boring into her with insane need. The foul demon drooled onto Meg's back, and it slithered down into her sweating crack, adding to the lubrication that was being depleted with every insatiable thrust of demon cock.   Her entire body was in shock at the demon's powerful thrusting. Those unstoppable hips had already pushed her along the floor to almost the entire length of the room. And while she was exhausted, Fornicus seemed as fresh and rested as if he were lazily sipping tea on a poolside lounge chair.   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," growled the rutting demon, "I SO... LOVE IT... WHEN THEY... BEG!!!" To Meg he replied, "Don't mind... if I do... fuck you harder... since you... asked so... sweetly... Now... MORE BEGGING!" Follicles howled in pain.   "Aggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! OH, PLEASE... GREAT FORNICUS... I LOVE... YOUR COCK... IN MY ASS!... PLEASE... FUCK ME... HARDER!"   "Ahh... music... to my... ears," he sighed quietly - mainly to himself - the bulk of his energies required elsewhere at the moment, as orgasm became imminent. Though the demon then temporarily went silent, Meg could hear his disgusting grunts and gasps of pleasure, and knew it wouldn't be long before his fluids again invaded her body.   At long last, Meg's earlier wish was granted. Fornicus' ensuing ejaculation was as potent as his previous. He howled and screamed and snarled as his butt-slapping testicles emptied themselves, passing their cargo on to his cock, which delivered it immediately to Meg's ravaged colon.   His ass-humping became frenetic, almost desperate, as if he NEEDED to empty out every drop of semen into Meg's waiting bowel. Minutes passed, and Meg felt the liquid building up inside her, spurt after spurt of demon spum filling her. She could actually feel it squishing and sloshing around inside her.   Such unbelievable volume! She realized now just how lucky she'd been not to have drowned earlier when Fornicus had similarly filled her mouth. Even as her ass was violently assaulted and filled to overflowing, her mind credited that earlier survival to the power of her protective spells. Without them, she shuddered to think what condition she'd be in right now, if alive at all.   Finally, Fornicus let go of her hair. But, that was only so he could maul and pinch the other breast. He continued to fuck her ass - even after having already emptied his load into her - for nearly fifteen minutes more. And every second of that time he pinched and pulled her nipples, squeezing both breasts as if he were attempting to squirt milk from them.   He tugged her nipples until they stretched a solid inch from the areolas, squeezing them, pinching them, twisting them, all the while manically bombarding her from behind. Meg's scalp may have been breathing a sigh of relief, but her back was not, as the evil demon bent her back even further, so that both his brutish hands could continue to torment her soft, yielding breasts.   And then, astonishingly, he came inside her all over again! Heat and a sticky wetness filled her colon in renewed pulses of ejaculatory release. The volume of fluid was such that she felt as if she were receiving a hot, violent, colon-stretching enema.   Finally, suddenly, Fornicus again ceased ejaculating, almost immediately thereafter releasing Meg's beleaguered mammaries, moving his hands back to her hips, to assist him in rudely removing his drained crank from her ass. Meg, suddenly and unexpectedly released, slammed face-forward onto the floor.   The pain of her landing was little to bear in comparison to finally having the pain in her back, scalp and chest come to a long overdue end. One last instant of discomfort came when Fornicus carelessly ripped his nearly satisfied penis from her cum-filled backside. Meg lay there, exhausted and sore, trying to catch her breath, wondering what new tortures this twisted demon might have in store for her.   To her amazement, Fornicus' orgasm had still not actually completely ended yet! With perverse glee, the demon resumed spurting, the hot, sticky sprays landing all over the soft skin of her ass and lower back. A few stray droplets even made it as far as her shoulder blades. When the ejaculations finally stopped, Fornicus happily occupied himself by using his cock to smear his cum all over Meg's ravaged ass.   He took great glee in spreading it around on her skin, even using the dribbling head of his penis to squeeze some of it between her cheeks. By the time he was done, her entire ass, at least half of her back, and the upper half of the backs of her thighs were coated in his sticky demon cream. He looked down at his artistic handiwork and smiled, pleased with the overall appearance of his juices giving a fine, glistening coat to Meg's flesh.   "That was the best ass-fuck I've had in centuries, bitch. I'm gonna make a note to put my cock back in your ass a few more times tonight. Don't worry your pretty head, though... just like this time, all you have to do is lay there and let me fuck it. Isn't that kind of me?"   His sickly laugh again filled the room. Meg was too exhausted to get involved in a battle of wills with him this time. She could only gasp for air and shudder at what twisted perversions Fornicus would accost her with next. And she barely had energy for THAT!   "Ahh..." Fornicus mocked as he slowly stood up behind the cum-smeared witch, "was that as good for you as it was for me, little whore? Damn, I could use a ciggy right now. Don't suppose an uptight little earth bitch like you would have a stogie around or anything, would you? Nah, you're probably afraid I'd shove THAT up your ass, too!"   He laughed so hard he had to stagger over to the bed and sit on it. He convulsed with laughter, even his hard, muscled body quaking from the twisted mirth.   Meg took the opportunity to close her eyes and rest. She could feel his cum already drying on her buttocks and thighs - and yet still dripping wetly from her ravaged sphincter - even as it already had glazed to a crusty coating on her face. It's briney smell was beginning to become more potent by the minute. But, that was the least of her concerns at the moment.   Recuperation, however, was not in the cards for Meg this day. Another handful of twisted hair explained this to her with crystal clarity. With the screaming of hair follicles once again, Meg felt her limp body being easily lifted from the floor.   Quickly releasing those tortured locks, the tall hellspawn once again held her dangling before him by her slim, pretty neck. "Hey, cunt, you're not getting lazy on me, are you? I've got lots more cum for you. Where am I gonna put it, if not in you? No more rest for you, whore. It's time to fill you up again."   With that, Fornicus spun her in the air, this time twirling her horizontally instead of vertically. He spun her sharply, quickly catching her with her back to him. When he caught her, instead of again clutching her by the neck, he instead caught her by the hips. She was dizzy and disoriented as he held her in the air for a moment, calculating, gauging the correct angle and trajectory.   Slobbering, he then slammed her downward - onto his waiting erection. Her pussy twitched and involuntarily contracted, recoiling in shock at the sudden intrusion of demon cock into its deepest recesses Fornicus, shaking his hips and wiggling from side to side to help force his member deeper into Meg, laughed and drooled on his chin.   Meg's mouth and brain both screamed silently with the suddenness of the penetration, as already re-engorged demon cock tore past her glistening lips and sunk deeply into her vagina. Her eyes were wide with surprise, her mouth still opened wide but with no sound escaping it.   She was shocked by the unexpectedness of the move, and could only shudder from head to toe as Fornicus began to fuck her senseless. Snorting and gibbering, the hellspawn rammed his hungry penis into Meg's yielding pussy with complete lack of concern for his poor victim. Holding her hips grasped tightly in his grip, he forced her squirming body downward inch by inch, sliding her shocked pussy down around his greedy cock, stuffing it full of his hungry meat.   He pushed down on her hips, and thrust upward with his, until he was sure she was thoroughly and irreversibly impaled on his greedy member yet again. Only when his cock was completely inside her did he snort with satisfaction.   Her weight was nothing to him, and he strutted coolly about the room, with the dangling Meg impaled on his once again primed tool. His thrusting hips had her flopping in the air in front of him like a rag doll. He again snagged her breasts and tormented them with greedy fingers.   He might have thought of this as repetitive and unimaginative, but this time she WAS in an upright position instead of on her knees like a Chihuahua, and he WAS fucking her pussy, not her ass. So, he dismissed those negative thoughts and concentrated on the job at hand... that being emptying his cock and balls into this meddling strumpet one more time. A new, unspoiled and unfilled orifice - but to which he intended to do both.   Drooling, the lust demon carried Meg around the room, slamming his meat into her oh so soft pussy and again abusing those bouncing beauties. He only wished his hands had teeth, so he could bite those tender nipples... but time enough for that later. In the end, just walking around and fucking Meg - even though a new orifice was involved - really didn't seem to satisfy Fornicus' sicker instincts, so he searched for something else to inflict on this annoying - but fuckable - little earth bound cock whore.   Then he spied the bed. And his warped mind recalled the tossed aside robe belt. The two clicked and melded together in his fetid brain. He grinned. Oh, yes, that would be so lovely. THAT would be a much more imaginative fuck. Ahh, yes, he thought sickly, Fornicus' will be done!   He laughed. His rag doll humping of Meg's pussy didn't slow down a bit as he scanned the room for the discarded belt. With a wicked snicker he located it, then carried Meg over to its location, still slamming his hips upward into her. She flopped so deliciously. Her succulent tits - on those rare occasions when his greedy paws briefly set them free - bounced every so deliciously, and her ass cheeks rippled so sweetly against his ramming hips.   Her sticky mane nonetheless flew high off her shoulders with every needy thrust. She looked the way a naked woman would surely look while operating a jackhammer! Only HE was the jackhammer that caused her to bounce and flop so pleasantly. Fornicus approved of the overall fucked rag doll look. It seemed to mirror her hopeless predicament perfectly.   Keeping the captive witch impaled on his inhuman cattle prod, The Great Fornicus bent to retrieve the belt, holding Meg around the waist as he did so, saddened at even this brief interruption in his tit mauling. He picked up the belt, looked it over, smiled approvingly. Yes, it would do. He only needed a few feet of material to do the job he had in mind.   Still keeping Meg impaled and flopping humorously on his cock, Fornicus made his way to the bed. Again bracing Meg with his arm around her waist, he lifted the foot of the bed easily, standing the frame on end with the headboard on the floor. He inspected the metal crossbar of the bed's frame, grunting with evil satisfaction. This, too, would do.   "Put your hands over your head, bitch," Fornicus snarled into Meg's ear.   She complied, shuddering at the unknown.   Fornicus walked her over to the wall, pressing her against it, then leaned into her back. He didn't want to remove his cock from her pussy for even an instant if he didn't have to, so he used the wall to brace her as his eager hands tied her wrists together with the belt.   That task completed, he then moved back to the bed and flipped the remaining length of the belt over the crossbar, wrapping it around a couple of times and then tying it tightly to the bar. Now, sadly, he knew he'd have to vacate her dripping quim to complete the task. But, he knew that in just a few minutes, he'd be fucking her again with great gusto and a bit more panache. So, he'd just have to grin and bear the delay. It would be worth it. Oh, yes, indeed. s i x Yanking his reluctant tool from her crotch, Fornicus then twisted Meg around to face him. Her hands were tied to the crossbar, and she hung from it helplessly. But that most certainly wasn't enough. No, not NEARLY enough. The vile creature then grabbed both of Meg's ankles and held them together in one hand.   He lifted them up over her head and used the remaining length of material to tie her legs to her bound hands and the crossbar. Meg squirmed uselessly again. She will just never learn, Fornicus sighed to himself. He wondered if all above world bitches were this stupid.   When his job was complete, Fornicus stepped back to inspect the hapless, helpless Meg. He grinned lasciviously. He liked the look. Meg's face glared between her calves at him. Her hands and feet tied to the crossbar left her dangling and exposed. Though she glared at   Fornicus, he knew she could do absolutely nothing to stop him. She was helpless. Unfortunately, her breasts were hidden behind her legs, which was a cause for sadness in the demon's foul heart. And her lovely legs were held tightly together also, from ankles to crotch.   They should be spread wide and inviting, begging his hungry cock to enter between them. Tits hidden, pussy not as open and exposed as it should be? It just wasn't right... not at all as it should be. He sighed disapprovingly. If only he'd had another length of material he could much better expose her naked body for his carnal use. But, wait... an idea struck him. This could all be done MUCH better. All he needed was another piece of that flimsy robe, and his joy could be complete!   In seconds, Fornicus had found a big enough section of surviving robe to accommodate his perverted plan. His hands quickly tore at it, frenetically ripping free a length of material that could be used in the same manner as the belt had. Oh, what a genius he thought himself to be!   Laughing giddily, he ran over to the bound witch and quickly untied her legs, then tied both of them to the crossbar again, this time separately. Before securing them, he spread her legs as wide apart as he could, the severity of the distance involved even eliciting a wince of pain from the bound lass. Ahh, yes, much better. Now he could see and ravage those succulent tits without any hindrance whatsoever, and her pussy was much more properly exposed for his personal use. Problem solved! Oh, yes, how slick and clever he was!   Leering, Fornicus got down on one knee and examined Meg's dripping prize, up close, with an admiring, detail-inspecting eye. He fingered it, exposing all the layers of succulent flesh, probing both its external and internal features. Meg squirmed as his fingers and his leering face boldly had their fill of her pussy.   She watched as he sniffed it again, much the same as he had done earlier. She watched as his eyes closed in rapture. He sniffed her over and over again, nuzzling his face all around her mound.   "Ahh, the sweet smell of helpless pussy. That's the best kind, you know," he mocked, looking up into Meg's eyes, "trapped pussy. Tied up pussy always looks, smells and tastes sweeter. Don't know why that is... it just is." Drool was glistening at the corner of his mouth. "Mind if I have another taste, beggin' Megan?" he asked, grinning a vile grin. Not waiting for a response, he began licking her pussy. Meg watched as that snakelike tongue slithered about her pubes and then worked its way into her slit. Brutish fingers then spread her open and she saw Fornicus' dicklike tongue probing about in the moist pink folds. She shuddered, pleasure radiating out from the tip of that demonic tongue.   She heard Fornicus laugh. "The little earth bitch likes Fornicus' excellent tongue, eh? Well, why not? You came once already, didn't you, you whore? Didn't want me to know that dirty little secret, did you? But Fornicus knows all. I have no problem with letting you come, too, since it's going to be the death of you anyway. Fornicus will give you many orgasms... before you die.   It is, after all, what I do. You'll have so many orgasms before I'm through with you, that you'll BEG me to kill you. So, that's okay,slut... you can come when I eat this delicious little pussy." Sarcastically, he added, "Your slave from Hell gives you permission to cum." The sarcasm glinted in his glowing demon's eyes.   Without wasting another word, the demon again buried his face between Meg's legs. Again he slurped and drooled and made vile, disgusting noises as he lapped her deep, hot core. He sucked her pussy, probed it with his long, energetic tongue.   Apparently, even as demons' cocks have some sort of anesthetizing effect to prevent the gag reflex from kicking in, so too do demons' tongues have some electrifying nature that makes whatever they lick literally twitch with pleasure. Meg's pussy was most definitely twitching like mad wherever that tongue even lightly grazed.   In fact, her entire body twitched and jerked spasmodically with every lick, every suck, every insertion of that unholy tongue anywhere on her responsive sex. Even her captor's grotesque sucking and slurping sounds couldn't keep her from reaching orgasm at the speed of light.. and to keep climaxing far longer than she ever had before... or even thought possible!   When Meg's orgasm washed over Fornicus' still lapping face, it was merely the tip of the iceberg. Laughing quietly, the knowing demon continued to lick at Meg's fountain, keeping her twitching and coming for an unbelievably long time.   Every time Meg thought her orgasm had finally subsided, Fornicus would lap or suck her clit or fuck her deeply with his tongue and the gushing would begin all over again. The pussy-licking demon seemed to enjoy that. It became such an exquisite torture for Meg that he so enjoyed inflicting upon her. Meg kept cumming and cumming. She couldn't stop.   Fornicus' hellborn tongue was in complete control of her ability to climax or not climax. And he gleefully kept her on the brink of orgasm - deciding how and when he'd allow her to come - for well over an hour. He took such twisted pleasure from watching her exhausted body twitching all over again in ever weakening release. The orgasms, once welcomed by the bound witch, became an actual burden after over an hour of release after release. But, still Fornicus licked.   Still he spitefully kept her gushing. Until, finally, she didn't even have the energy to twitch. Her orgasms became weak ghosts of their former glory. Meg hung limply by her bonds, unable to squirm - even with pleasure - and barely able to breathe, let alone achieve orgasm. Only then did Fornicus remove his mouth from her holiest of places.   Standing, wiping cum and drool from his chin, the demon chuckled, "See what Fornicus can do for a cooperative slut? You keep letting me fuck you any way I please - as if you had a choice anyway - and I'll be generous in giving YOU orgasms, too. Of course, you're not a lust demon, so at some point you'll be BEGGING me NOT to make you come any more." He laughed.   "Oh, and what beautiful music THAT will be to my little ears! But I WON'T stop. I'll make you cum until it HURTS! Eventually, it'll be both YOUR orgasms and MINE combined that will snuff out your worthless little life. But, unlike yourself, I still get to diddle the whores in Hell. You'll just be dead meat. Unless, of course, you end up in Hell... as my eternal plaything." He contemplated the thought, and smiled.   But, being the lust demon he IS, Fornicus, his mind - temporarily distracted by the urge to eat bound pussy - again returned to fucking... and Meg's bountiful breasts, which he could now see quite nicely thanks to tying her legs spread apart as opposed to together. He took a moment to again congratulate himself on that improvement in strategy. Then, self-congratulation accepted, he again needed to dip his cock into squirming, helpless, tightly bound pussy.   So, back into Meg went demon cock. She could only watch and vainly twist from side to side as he thrust that huge, indelicate instrument into her over and over and over. Her pussy, like her anus, was stretched to its limits. It was also extremely worn out from probably a dozen or more orgasms.   It therefore humbly accepted Fornicus' carnal advances, letting him pummel it with his eager, malicious tool. Oh, and how he fucked her raw. He felt that since he'd given her several orgasms, she OWED him a good pussy ride. Not that any of that mattered, anyway. She was nothing more than a tied up earth whore, and being fucked in every hole she owned was what she DESERVED.   Fornicus became nothing more than a rutting animal. He rammed Meg's opening with outright belligerence, as if punishing that hole simply for being. His hands again shot out and ravaged her bouncing breasts, but this time she faced him, so his hungry mouth was able to join in the fun.   Those already battered nipples received the biting that Fornicus had only fantasized about earlier. He sucked and licked her tits to the point of bruising, and then bit her nipples until they SCREAMED in agony. And yet, even in that agony, Fornicus' tongue's magical quality made them feel oh, so good at the same time.   Meg almost BEGGED him to keep biting them, to suck them right off her breasts! She would've let him literally chew and swallow them if he'd wanted to! She never knew that having her nipples bitten could be so... HOT!   Fornicus slurped and drooled and mouth-mauled her soft, sensitive breasts the entire time he shoved his animal cock into her pussy. Meg was again responding. Her vaginal muscles clamped hungrily around his marauding cock. Fornicus was again quickly reaching climax. He rammed into her angrily, cruelly, almost CHEWING her breasts as he fucked her so deep that she again thought her liver had become the true target of his angry thrusting.   With another growl, his teeth gritted together from the monumental strain, Fornicus came inside Meg's battered vagina. He rammed it and rammed it, grunting with the effort. Biting and lapping her chest, he again spurted his inexhaustible supply of demon jiz up into her. Meg twitched and jerked and flowed around his impaling implement, despite her already numerous, draining orgasms.   She thought it must be that same feeling that had taken place in her colon a short while ago that did it... that feeling of being filled with hot, squishing liquid. She could actually feel that fantastic amount of semen sloshing about inside her. And it was so, so hot. That, her sex-numbed brain thought hazily, must be the answer.   Before his orgasm was totally finished, Fornicus again withdrew from Meg's opening, this time continuing his spurting with his cock sweeping over her lower body. His sticky fluids anointed her from the knees up, bathing her almost completely all the way up to her rib cage. Cum dripped from her navel, her belly, her entire crotch area and her thighs.   But still Fornicus was not through. He continued to ambitiously stroke himself, spraying his cum all over the bound Meg. He took great glee in thus bathing her in his copious testicular discharge.   But then another vile idea struck him. With twisted expectation in his eyes, he reached up over Meg's head - his cock still spurting - and grabbed the foot of the bed, lowering it just enough to do what he had planned. By the time he had the still tied Meg lowered enough, her exposed, still dripping sex was dragging on the floor. But this move left her delectable tits exactly where he needed them.   With Meg hanging there helpless still, the perverted demon continued to hold the foot of the bed at about shoulder height. Meg's body swung toward him, and her soft breasts slammed into Fornicus' belly.   Grinning malevolently, the crazed hellspawn adjusted his stance, still holding the bed at the correct height, and shoved his still exploding penis between Meg's breasts. "Boob job!" he chortled, watching his dick hump happily within the warm confines of Meg's cleavage as the head again spurted his vile liquids into her face. "Open your mouth!" he screamed, annoyed that Meg hadn't thought to swallow his cum on her own. Meg complied, opening her mouth wide. Instantly, demon cum again glazed her lips and tongue.   Fornicus continued to buck his hips, feeling the luscious sensation of Meg's soft breasts stroking his heated shaft. Up and down his hips went, sliding his needy cock between those delectable mounds of flesh. Meg's face got creamed again and again, and Fornicus made a game of seeing how good his aim was, how many volleys of sperm he could send directly into that lovely, open mouth.   He watched with self approval as Meg was forced to swallow over and over again. The sight of his cum spraying into her open mouth from between those soft, cum-shiny tits, rolling around on her tongue, dripping off her lips, made him erupt all the more. Ah, it was magnificent... fucking Meg's tits while he shot the resulting bursts of his pleasure directly down her accepting throat. A tit fuck that was almost a blow job! Could it GET any better than that? Sometimes, it was just so damn good to be a lust demon!   True to his nature, Fornicus kept blasting spum into Meg's face, his netherworldly boob job climax lasting some thirty minutes, if not more. Again, Meg's face and hair were dripping with milky liquid. Before he was done with her, as he had before, he again anointed another part of her with his cum.   Removing his slightly less powerfully erupting penis from between her breasts, he instead held the bed upright with one hand and stroked himself again with the other until he shot his remaining load onto the breasts that had given him so much pleasure. He considered it their reward for services rendered. The nipples he'd sucked and bitten so deliciously now dripped with cloudy fluid. He liked how it looked. Yet another cum masterpiece he'd painted on this meddlesome bitch!   "My cum suits you," he said with a cruel grin as he watched his spurts splatter on her heaving chest and then rubbed the liquid into her flesh with his still erupting cock. "Very attractive on you. Compliments your skin tone nicely. You should wear my cum more often. Oh, but, silly me... you HAVE been wearing my cum, haven't you? And doing such a splendid job of it, too!"   He laughed so hard he inadvertently lowered the bed several inches and his weakly spurting penis slapped stickily against her chin and lower lip. This led him to laugh even harder.   Meg raised her dripping face and glared up at him. To Fornicus' glee, his sticky liquids still dribbled from her mouth. What a perfect picture, he thought. His cum dripping from her mouthy lips. Absolutely priceless - and fitting - that he should shut her up with the contents of his dick. Constantly swallowing his cum kept her from shooting off at the mouth every chance she got. What more could he ask for?   In response to that satisfying scene - the witch glaring up at him as if she could somehow get revenge, and yet her face laughably dripping his fluids onto the hard wooden floor - Fornicus lowered the bed further and took a step back, until Meg's face hovered before his dribbling penis.   "You should thank me," he said with oozing sarcasm, "for shooting my wad all over you. Go ahead. Thank my cock. Give it a big kiss. You might as well - you'll be sucking it again shortly anyway. In fact," he added with a grin, "I'll be shoving my cock in your mouth quite a bit in the near future... but I'm sure you already know that."   Meg hung there above that huge, insatiable, dripping cock, her mouth still wet with the very juices that smeared its head. Suddenly and vehemently - as if experiencing some sort of unexpected psychotic break - Fornicus raged, shaking the bed with both hands in both irritation and annoyance. "Kiss it! Kiss my cock NOW, bitch! It's done a lot for you, so THANK IT! It's the LEAST you should do!" s e v e n Meg puckered her lips and kissed the still pulsating head.   "No, don't just kiss it. Say thank you, too." the demon persisted.   "Thank you," Meg said quietly. And when she did, that throbbing penis throbbed even more, and it rose again, firming and thickening before her face.   "Mmm," Fornicus mused, "you see how being nice to my cock can be a good thing? Well, at least for ME, anyway!" He roared with laughter again.   Meg felt herself rising in the air. Fornicus was raising the bed, lifting it to its former standing on end position. When it was fully raised, the demon stood before her, coming close, whispering in her ear. "I've got so much more for you to do," he said, licking her ear with that inhuman tongue.   "I'm going to untie you, now, so you can get on your knees and give my cock a really great blowjob. I want my balls licked really nicely again. Then I'm going to suck your pussy again while I fuck your mouth from above. It'll be fun. You'll love my balls slapping your face. The whores in Hell sure do. But, before I untie you, there's one last thing I want to do."   Fornicus marched over to the table on which the spell book rested. He ignored the book, as if not even realizing what it was. Instead, he reached for the two candles on either side of it. They had burned down to half their original length. He brought them both over to the bound witch.   "I just love to play with candles, don't you?" he leered. "They can be so stimulating on soft skin... so... energizing. Want to play with some candles, slut? Shall we play with them TOGETHER, perhaps?" His grin was evil personified.   Meg could only watch helplessly as he held one candle over her breasts, tilting it, letting the hot wax drip down onto her already overly tenderized flesh. It seared her skin, and she screamed. "Now, now," the creature said, "it can't be THAT bad. It's only a little hot wax. Don't be such a wimpy little bitch." He dipped the other candle over the other breast. More whimpers and screams arose from Meg's sticky lips.   Since her eyes were closed as she tried to come to grips with Fornicus' latest vile tortures, Meg didn't realize that the hot wax no longer dripping on her singed nipples was not a reprieve at all, but merely a change of venue. Hot wax almost immediately began dripping on her sensitive inner thighs. Then the melting candles moved toward her center, getting closer to her pussy by the second.   "Maybe if you BEG to suck my cock, I'll stop. What do you say, bitch? You horny to suck my cock again? Want another mouthful of Fornicus' fat, juicy dick? Hot to fill your belly with more of my cum?" Then he added in an even more merciless tone, "Of course you are. So, beg for it, bitch. Beg to suck my cock. Unless, of course, you'd rather feel excruciating pain on your pussy. Your choice, cunt."   "Yes, Great Fornicus," Meg whimpered, not wanting to feel on her sensitive flower anything remotely resembling the searing pain that dripped onto her thighs. "Please... PLEASE let me suck your cock," she entreated.   "My WHAT cock? Magnificent maybe? You wish to suck my MAGNIFICENT cock?" Sizzling droplets hissed at various points within her silky triangle of pubic hair.   "Yes, please, Great Fornicus," she flinched as still more droplets approached closer and closer to her soft pussy lips, "Please let me suck your MAGNIFICENT cock!"   "Now, that's better. And maybe you'd like to lick my ass for me?" Hot wax still approached that vulnerable slit.   "Yes.... YES!" Meg squirmed and tried to twist herself away from the dripping wax. "Please, Great Fornicus, allow me to lick your magnificent ass!"   "I'll bet when you say that, you mean my delicious asshole, right? You want to lick THAT more than anything, am I right?" Hot wax approached her lips from either side, and a particularly thick and painful dollop meandered lazily downward from the top of her pubic triangle, working its way directly toward her cringing clit.   She gnawed her lower lip until she tasted blood, and she'd closed her eyes so tightly that her eyelids actually HURT.   "Yes! Please! PLEASE, GREAT FORNICUS... your asshole would taste so sweet!" The stream of hot wax hardened and stopped its trek less than an inch from her clit, which did not go unnoticed by Fornicus.   "Oh, too bad," he sneered, "I missed your clit. Well, as always, time enough to rectify that later. Now, you were saying... you want to eat out my asshole for me? How sweet of you. Guess it's only fair. I ate out yours, after all. That IS what you're promising, isn't' it?" More drops of hot wax spattered around her pussy.   "Yes, of course, Great Fornicus. Mmmm... I can't wait to eat out your magnificent asshole! And suck your cock again! Oh, please, I'll do such a good job for you!" That sentence ended in a high-pitched squeal as a good amount of hot wax plopped onto her peri-vaginal area, making her squirm and grit her teeth.   "And whatever else I tell you to do, right? You can't wait to have my ass in your face, my cock in your mouth, and be fucked and licked and tormented until you can't stand it any more? You'll even DIE for Fornicus, won't you?" Several hot, searing droplets fell just around her clit, and directly alongside her lips. She squirmed again, moaning with both pain and dread.   "Anything you say, Great Fornicus! Fuck me to death! Let me be your bitch whore! I'll lick you, suck you... anything! Fuck every hole I have! It's all yours. Let me serve you, Great Fornicus!"   She felt no further hot drippings. For a few moments, there was silence, and a somehow unnerving lack of pain, as if it were waiting to pounce again. Slowly opening her eyes, Meg saw Fornicus leering back at her, a look of supreme satisfaction on his face. His hands, now empty, reached out and untied her.   As he undid her bonds, she looked about nervously for the candles, and saw them on either side of the book again. She breathed a sigh of relief. When her bonds had been completely untied, she heard Fornicus laugh as she fell to the floor like a stone. "Get up, little slut. You have promises to keep. No, wait, don't get up.   Just crawl over to the floor over there and lie down on your back. I'm going to straddle your face and fuck it for a bit. I'll try not to let my balls slapping your face bruise it too much. Then, when I'm done filling your lovely mouth again, I'm going to plop my hairy ass right down onto your pretty face and let you keep your promise of gobbling it up for me.   I do so love the feeling of a bitch's tongue up my ass. Go on, now, lie down and open your pretty mouth real wide. Fornicus is going to fill it up again."   Meg started to get up.   "I said CRAWL over there, didn't I? Are you fucking deaf?!"   Shuddering, she got back down on her hands and knees and complied. She crawled over to the approximate spot he'd indicated, and waited for him. He strode over to her with a completely disgusting, arrogant air, standing over her, straddling her head, facing her legs. He purposely let her gaze up at his immense boner and sweaty ass. "Good girl," he said, "now get that big mouth open nice and wide. OPEN WIDE FOR CHUNKY!"   He laughed long and loud, "Oh, I've always wanted to say that." As soon as her mouth crept open, he squatted over her face, still facing her legs, aiming his eager, throbbing tool down toward Meg's open mouth, his muscled ass ready to slide forward and get its licking as soon as his hummer was finished.   Meg's eyes looked up at that hairy sack and the equally hairy ass behind it as they descended toward her face. Far above the dangling testicles, throbbing penis and descending buttocks, Fornicus grinned down at her. He couldn't wait to sit on her face and feed her some cock and ass.   The feeding began almost immediately. Laughing his usual vile, sick laugh, Fornicus lowered himself down fully, shoving his cock into her mouth hard and fast. He let his full weight force his penis right down her throat and keep it there.   Wheezing gleeful laughter, the perverted demon danced happily on her face, hopping up and down playfully, squirming about energetically to get his cock all the way into her mouth. When he was satisfied she'd been properly humiliated, he raised himself off her face and began thrusting his hips downward, once again using Meg's mouth for his depraved needs.   As he thrust repeatedly downward, his huge sack slapped Meg's forehead, eye sockets and nose. After the shock of the first few, unexpected slaps of those hairy testicles into her face, she had the good sense to again close her eyes.   Fornicus alternately thrust downward into her mouth and then sat on her face and squirmed and gyrated on it, sighing as his cock occupied her hot mouth so deliciously. He also enjoyed squashing his nuts into her face. They seemed to fit quite nicely into her eye sockets.   He hoped her eyes were open so she could properly admire his balls as they ground into her face. He laughed inwardly, picturing himself sitting on her face with both his testicles wedged into her mouth as he squirmed with glee. It would give a whole new meaning to having his balls sucked!   Yes, that would be his next treat for the stupid bitch... a nice mouthful of his sweet testicles! And she'd better appreciate the honor! And then it would be time to shove his asshole into her face. Mmmmm... he couldn't wait to have her tongue in it. That always felt so good!   Fornicus came. Hopping madly on Meg's battered face, he once again shot his load down her throat. He could hear her swallowing hard and fast down there under his genitals. She could swallow pretty quickly, he had to give her that. She was one helluva cock sucker, no bones about it.   So, closing his eyes, dreaming of his upcoming rim job, he happily humped Meg's humbled face. The minutes ticked by as Fornicus emptied himself down her gullet, his ongoing eruption spurred on by his fantasy of Meg's tongue wiggling into his colon. This forced blow job lasted longer than even he expected.   He was just having so damn much fun with it! Sitting on the stupid cunt's face was the highlight of it all, even better than the blow job itself. That pretty face under his ass, being fed his potent sperm. Ahh... pure bliss. Even after his orgasm finally subsided, the demon still sat on Meg's face, just because he enjoyed humiliating her. He even squirmed his ass in her face, working his crack down over her nose, forcing it between his cheeks.   Oh, how he laughed at that. Hell, he thought, she might as well get used to having her face between his cheeks. She was going to be doing some heavy duty licking down there in a minute or two anyway. And when he finally removed his penis from her mouth, he again squeezed the last few drops of his cum onto her lips and tongue. Before he got off of her, he allowed his balls one last playful jaunt in her face. He rubbed them and pressed them into her eye sockets again and then down over her mouth. He made her kiss them, laughing as she complied.   Then the foul beast slid forward so that his dribbling penis again hovered over Meg's cleavage. Bending forward, he reached back with both hands and spread his cheeks wide. Grinning back at her, licking his lips lasciviously, he began inching his ass back toward her face. His brown opening loomed ever larger in Meg's field of vision. Fornicus began laughing. His anus was aimed directly at Meg's mouth, and getting closer to it by the second.   "Heh heh heh," Fornicus wheezed, "time for dinner, little bitch. Now, stick that tongue out nice and far for me."   Suddenly, unexpectedly, Meg began whimpering and begging. "Oh, please, Great Fornicus, no more! I can't take any more. I'm beaten. I'm exhausted. Please spare me! Please don't kill me with sex. I'm sorry I interrupted your tryst with the Hell sluts. Please, let me send you back to them. You can fuck all three of them again! I could never please you as much as they can. Please, Fornicus, I beg you to forgive me... to spare me!"   Fornicus was taken aback by this. He fully expected Meg to beg for mercy at some point, but it was far too early for that yet. Surely, even this weak little earth bitch had more stamina than THAT! "What?" he bellowed, still straddling her with his hands spreading his ass cheeks over her face, "are you fucking kidding me? You want me to stop fucking you NOW... and we're only, what, a few hours into the festivities?   Surely you're joking with me!" Angry almost beyond words, he stood, chest heaving, glaring down at her with disgust. "This is too soon even for an earth pussy like you! You have so much more to endure before I even BEGIN to get serous. Now open that mouth of yours and put your tongue in my ass!. Or do you want some hot wax INSIDE your pussy? That can be arranged." He was clearly not happy.   "Think about it, Great Fornicus," she entreated, "if you let me live, you can have me again tomorrow night, and the next, and every night thereafter. I can be your private slut on earth. You can come fuck me whenever you wish!"   "I'm a lust demon, slut. I fuck my victims TO DEATH! I can fuck all the whores I want in Hell. Why should I spare you just to come back and fuck you again? Make sense, bitch. Now, shut up and STICK OUT THAT TONGUE!!"   "But," Meg persisted, "you yourself said what a fine ass, delicious pussy and great tits I have. They can be yours night after night anytime you like if you spare me."   "I don't SPARE humans, bitch... I USE them and then move on. You brought this on yourself. YOU called me up from the dark regions. YOU are to blame for all of this! Now, for the last time, I'm telling you you have much suffering ahead of you... and much pleasure, too... but it all ends TONIGHT! There will be no tomorrows for you anymore. I fuck you until you stop breathing. End of story. NOW GET YOUR IGNORANT TONGUE UP MY ASS!"   "But, Great Fornicus," she tried one last ploy, "if you spare me tonight, I'll not only be your slut forever, but I'll even bring some of my female friends to you. You can have your own harem on Earth. Any time you grow tired of the Hell bitches, you can come up here for a little something different. You can fuck a dozen of my hot friends... any way you like. I'll GIVE them to you! They'll be your personal possessions... to use as you see fit."   As she said this, miraculously, she was able to shimmy out from under the startled, irritated demon. She scurried out from under him like a sand crab and scrabbled away on the floor a few feet, cowering behind him in fear.   Fornicus whirled to face her, quaking with rage, his eyes filled with blazing fury. He was not happy at having his butt-licking fantasy thus interrupted. His ass had been so close to Meg's face that he could FEEL her insolent tongue wiggling into his sphincter. And having that little dream put on hiatus did not sit well with him at all.   If Meg's tongue wasn't bathing his colon in just a few short seconds, he was going to shove her entire HEAD up his ass and keep it there until she suffocated! This bitch was going to eat out his ass... OR DIE!   While the enraged demon hissed and spat and howled before her, Meg quickly crawled forward and began desperately kissing his feet, wrapping her arms around his ankles, kissing over and over again. On the floor on her belly, she mouthed his feet obsequiously, fear overriding shame.   As she kissed his feet, Fornicus laughed down at her, wondering aloud and with some amazement, "You would sacrifice your own friends to spare yourself from dying in carnal bliss?" He appeared shocked, his face disbelieving. Even a stupid whore like this one would rather die in ecstasy as his sex slave than in the usual useless and boring manner that these above worlders do, no? Her actions made no sense to him.   "Yes," Meg assured him, "and still be your fuck-whore any time you need me. If you'll just spare me... let me live." She hugged him, sobbing, clinging to his legs, her arms wrapped around them. Kissing his thighs, she leaned against him with her full weight.   He staggered back a few steps, then stumbled back a few more still when she slid down his legs and again circled his ankles with her arms and kissed his feet passionately. He tripped again, stumbling back a few more steps before finally kicking her away. At first he was very much aggravated by her weak display, but then began to consider her words. e i g h t "Hmmm... a dozen friends, you say?"   "Yes, and all of them beautiful. And you can fuck any of them any time you please, any way you please. I can see to that. I have powers."   He stood there for a few moments, deep in thought. "I've seen how feeble your powers really are, witch. You fucked up when you summoned me, didn't you? I don't hold much faith in your powers, slut."   "I made a mistake, that's all. I can deliver my friends to you, I swear."   "A tempting offer. But it's still against my nature. I'll be tempted to fuck them all to death, after all."   "Even if you do, you'll still have me. You can fuck me anytime you want to. Even if they're all dead, you still have me to fuck day and night, as you see fit."   "You mean you'd not only sell your friends into sexual slavery, but let me kill them just so you can be my eternal whore? Oh, how precious!" He laughed hard, his body again quaking with twisted mirth.   "Yes, Great Fornicus. And if you agree to these terms I'll suck your cock and lick your ass just like you want me to, every night if you like. I'll perform any depraved act you choose. You can even fuck me to the BRINK of death, as long as you let me live to be fucked by you again. I loved the orgasms you gave me tonight, and I want to experience more of them. Please, Great Fornicus, allow me to be your undeserving sex slave for all eternity. Please! I'll see to it that you don't regret your decision! PLEASE SPARE ME, OH, GREAT FORNICUS... AND I'LL BE YOUR PERSONAL BITCH WHORE FOREVER!"   Fornicus laughed so hard he cried. His body was shaking and he held his belly with such unbridled humor as he'd never experienced before. He stumbled backwards again, unable to control his fit of laughter. When his laughter finally ebbed, he sighed and wiped tears from his eyes. It was so good to have this earth bitch beg for her life... and even offer to sacrifice her earthly friends for his pleasure. But now it was time to end her little ploy and get down to the business of fucking her into an early grave.   But when he looked down at where the sniveling Meg had been kissing his feet... she was no longer there....   Still wiping tears from his eyes, Fornicus looked around him. Now where could his little fuck toy have gotten off to? Ah, there the little strumpet was, trying to crawl away from him.   So much for her phony attempt to wheedle her way into his good graces to spare her miserable life. But what was that she was doing? Clawing at the floor? Had her predicament driven her mad? Oh, this was too rich. The joy of breaking and using a woman was a hundredfold greater than usual with this one.   So strong and arrogant at first, now reduced to crawling and scrabbling at the floor. Still, he was horny and had a LOT more fucking to do. But first, he wanted her tongue in his ass... PRONTO!   "And where is it my personal whore is crawling off to before she's eaten some tasty ass?" He put his hands on his hips and watched her continue to claw at the floor. By the time he realized what she was up to, it was too late.   "Just one second, oh great and hairy Fornicus," Meg said, sarcasm oozing from every word.   "Is that sarcasm I detect coming from the mouth that should already be servicing my needs?" He scowled down at her, not pleased in the slightest with this turn of events. But, still, he watched her with interest... even then oblivious to what was about to happen.   Meg had counted on Fornicus' enormous netherworldly ego - counted on the fact that he was so sure of himself and his power over her, that he wouldn't panic and try to stop her until it was too late. So, when her tired, shaking fingers finally pried the pre-cut board from the floor, she was relieved that he still hadn't tried to stop her.   She reached into the opening strategically placed in the floor months ago, which had been hidden by the small square of wood that she'd just removed from the floor. She took out the object that had been hidden therein. Squeezing it in her palm, she rolled over quickly, praying that the stupefied demon would hesitate just a moment more.   By the time Fornicus saw that she held a piece of mystic chalk, she was already marking the floor with it, repairing the break in the protective circle.   He watched her with mixed confusion and amusement... until he realized he was standing inside the circle, on the inverted pentagram... and the pretty and vulnerable Meg was outside of its candle-lit perimeter. He howled in rage, reaching down for Meg with wide-spread, clawlike fingers. But those grasping fingers burst into searing flame as they got near the prone, barely able to move witch. And it was Meg's turn to laugh.   "Well, now, it seems the Great Fornicus isn't so great anymore, is he?" she laughed. In her triumph, she found the strength to crawl back from the circle and sit with her back against the wall, watching the demon try futilely to exit the summoning circle.   Every time he tried, an invisible force rejected him, and whatever part of him had broken the plane of the protective circle had burst into agonizing flame. Meg breathed a sigh of relief. Her protective circle was back in business. Fornicus was again trapped within it. Escape was once again impossible. She was safe... at last.   The flailing demon raged and spat and hissed within the circle, calling her "slut" and "whore" and "bitch" and every other name he'd used for her this night. But it was all in vain.   He was trapped - beaten. His rage gurgled in his chest and in his throat. He glared about the room, and at the very circle itself, hoping there might be even the tiniest chink somewhere. Meg had fucked up once, he thought, and might have done so again at another point in the circle. But wherever he tested its security, he was met with the experience of his flesh boiling and burning away. After a time, he merely snorted and glared his evil eyes down at the sitting, chuckling Meg.   "You fucking bitch," was all he said. The words uncoiled from his gut like a black, evil serpent.   "Bitch, maybe," she replied, "but not fucking YOU anymore. And as soon as I get a little strength back in my legs, I'm going to send you back to your precious, diseased whores in Hell. You'll be no more than a hairy, smelly memory." She smiled as she watched him fume, adding, "Maybe the Great Fornicus should've taken the poor little witch girl up on her offer. Maybe the great, stinking demon was... oh, I don't know... STUPID?"   Within the circle, Fornicus tried time and again to break the spell of containment. Each time his body burst into flame and parts of his flesh seared off, floating to the floor as just so much smoldering ash. He knew even if he broke through the circle, he'd be disintegrated, and be nothing more than soot for Meg to sweep away and toss into the trash. It was hopeless. But he certainly didn't have to like it.   Finally feeling like she had enough energy to move, Meg first taunted the demon. She spread her legs and brazenly played with her pussy. "Guess Fornicus the Stupid won't get to play with THIS any more, will he? Or THESE," she added, cupping her breasts and jiggling them at him.   "Or this," she fired at him, turning to wiggle her cum-drenched ass in his direction. "Or have THIS," she turned around again and opened her mouth wide, licking her lips slowly at him, "sucking his cock. Never even got my tongue up your ass, did you, big boy?" She laughed with such derision that even Fornicus was reluctantly proud of that evil laugh.   The Hellspawn nodded, knowing he was beaten. Meg laughed and pointed at his drooping penis, limp for the first time since she'd summoned him.   "Oh, my, it's a good thing I'm dismissing you, isn't it? Doesn't seem like that little dick can do me any good any more. That little thing isn't even good enough to hump my ex-boyfriend's ass with. Poor little not-so-great Fornicus." She laughed still more. "Fornicus the LIMP, I'd call you."   He snarled, glaring, wishing he could find some way out of his prison. But, it was useless. The spell of containment was at full power now that the circle had been repaired. He would have to suffer her taunts and jeers. But, he swore to himself that if he EVER made it back to the upper world, he'd look this bitch up again... and then she'd pay. Oh, she'd pay dearly.   "And now, limp dick Fornicus," Meg chided, "It's time to send you home. It's been fun, but you have some STD-filled whores to attend to in Hell, don't you? Maybe they're more your speed. Maybe THEY don't mind you going soft on them. Anyway, you've overstayed your welcome, and you need to leave. You're beginning to really stink up my apartment."   Meg stood, giving the fretting demon one last jiggle of her boobs and ass. She walked over to the table against the wall, where the demon had been kind enough to return the candles after singeing her skin with their melted wax.   She flipped the page in her musty book of incantations, from the page containing the conjuring spell to the page upon which was written the returning spell. She looked back at Fornicus one last time, grinning a grin easily as wicked as one of his own. "Bye, limp dick," she chuckled, "kill 'em in Hell, baby, 'cause you ain't killin' 'em here."   Turning back to the book she read: " Oh, Great Evil One, one of your slaves has strayed. He has come to this above world without your permission. Take him back where he belongs. In the name of Great Satan and his hierarchy of demons, Bring the Great Fornicus back to your realm, And keep him ever at your beck and call.   In the name of all that is unholy, never let him stray again! Vin Scrotorum, et Zubinum Fral! Bal-Soggothum, Lustium banal!" Fornicus howled and snarled and thrashed about within the circle, but in the end he was slowly and inexorably pulled back down to Hell. His screams of rage could be heard for long minutes afterward, slowly fading as he plummeted ever deeper into the depths of chaos and darkness.   The potent scent of sulfur dissipated, and Meg's bedroom lights slowly flickered back to brilliant life. And finally, she could breathe easier. With one last spell chanted over the circle and pentagram, she then mumbled a few quiet words over a pitcher of water and washed away both of them, destroying completely the connection between Hades and her bedroom.   Using several pieces of her torn robe, she scrubbed away every last vestige of the summoning circle and the pentagram doorway to Hell, making sure that not even a trace of either was left. And even after that was done, she cast two more spells of protection over the entire area. Fornicus would NOT be back. Of that, she was certain.   She looked about her room. It was a shambles, with the bed on end, and slick, oily cum stains all over her walls and floor. In some spots it was still wet, in others tacky, while in others it had dried to a yellowish gray stain. It would take some time to clean it all up, especially the spots that dribbled and streaked down her walls.   But, that was all work for tomorrow. Fornicus had shoved his cock and tongue into her for well over eight hours, and she was exhausted. And she needed one helluva thorough shower, and then a good, long, soaking bath. There was more cum on her body than all the puddles and streams spread around her bedroom combined!   She was coated nearly head to toe with demon cum, and it felt damned uncomfortable. Disgusting stuff, demon semen. She laughed at the unintentional rhyme. Dragging her exhausted body to the bathroom, she turned on the shower full force, and waited only a few seconds before climbing beneath its refreshing spray.   She used nearly an entire bottle of liquid soap to wash away Fornicus' sticky residue. Her face, shoulders, neck, arms, breasts, belly, crotch and thighs were coated with it, not to mention her back and buttocks.   She was a walking testament to Fornicus' great ejaculating prowess... and the large volume he could both produce and store in his mammoth testicles. She needed to be rid of it from her aching body.   After showering for nearly forty-five minutes, and washing her hair repeatedly for another ten, Meg turned off the water and exited the shower. She then turned the bath spigot on full blast and began filling the tub, dropping some bubble flakes into it for a nice, sudsy soak. She needed to relax in some hot, soothing water for a bit before heading off to much needed sleep. The night had fled by and it was now light outside, and she fully intended to sleep until the next evening.   Going into the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of wine and sipped it until the water in the tub was ready. After ten minutes or so, she returned to the bathroom, and sighed at the sight of her waiting bath. Just seeing that lovely foam atop the warm water relaxed her a bit before she even stepped into the tub.   Sipping her wine, she then entered her own little slice of heaven, sighing deeper yet as she lowered herself into it's warm embrace. She placed the wine on the rim of the tub, within close reach, and lay back to relax. More sighs escaped her happy lips.   She smiled, reflecting on the events of the past evening. She shook her head, not believing she'd ever been foolish enough to waste her time with simple revenge demons in the past, when lust demons were so much more fun. After the first two conjurings, whereupon she'd had merely annoying lesser demons rape and humiliate Terry and Rob out of pure spite and revenge, she'd learned a valuable lesson.   Yes, it was fun to teach those traitorous sex-hounds a lesson, and she'd done so in spades. Between their various STD's and the other diseases they now had - and that's not even including their oh so humorous anointing with demon waste! - she long ago considered her revenge complete.   The desire to torment them had disappeared when she finally understood that their poor psyches would be scarred for life anyway. That would be punishment enough. But then a new plan had wriggled and wormed its sinister way into her brain. A plan that didn't even involve either of her exes. Revenge had been forgotten. That new plan had emerged from the darker recesses of her betrayed brain. A much more PERSONAL plan.   Why bother, she'd thought, concentrating on Terry and Rob, when they'd been punished enough - and would remain punished for the rest of their lives? Why waste valuable time on those losers? Why not, instead, do something to make HERSELF feel better? Instead of unleashing vengeful demons on those two lovebirds, why not instead concentrate on giving herself PLEASURE instead?   She'd go out and find men with bigger dicks than Rob to satisfy her needs, and then she could laugh at her ex's diminutive dong while she was being PROPERLY satisfied. And THEN, when she'd read about LUST DEMONS in her grandmother's diaries! It all instantly fell into place. She'd never have to trust a deceiving man again!   She could conjure up a demon to pleasure her any way she wished for as long as she wished... and then simply SEND IT BACK TO HELL! How delicious was that? All the frenetic fucking she could stand... and then pure, blissful freedom and privacy. She'd never need a mere mortal man again!   Sighing, she reached up past her right shoulder, her hand capturing a small diary - her own, this time, not grandma's - that had been sitting next to her drink. It's leather cover, protected from all the elements by a ridiculously simple spell, and its likewise tamper-protected contents, were now more dear to her than anything else in her life.   She opened it slowly, smiling deeply as she flipped ahead to a specific page and removed the small pen tucked inside. Before writing, she scanned the page, which had a list of six names on it. The first two were crossed out, as to her they were inconsequential. They had been the names of the aforementioned revenge demons... and no longer held any meaning for her.   She was beyond that, even though they HAD been fun. Besides, their names were written elsewhere, in the section where she'd gleefully chronicled the tortures inflicted on Terry and Rob by those pesky little netherworld visitors she'd surprised them with. Those names didn't really belong here, so she'd scribbled over them, so that only lust demons were represented here.   Beneath those scribbled over entries, In bold letters, four demon names were neatly printed in her own hand, with her own personal satisfaction ratings next to them in the form of stars, one being a sexual dud and five being a sexual dynamo. Needless to say, as lust demons, there were no ones or twos.   In chronological order, these personally rated lust demons were: #3) Fellatus Pox-mallorum: followed by three stars and the comment, "Great, but too much into having his cock sucked. Needs a lot more sexual variety to be worth the effort of summoning him. No imagination."   #4) Yog-penosum: followed by four stars and three exclamation points. No indication as to what that all meant. No specifics. To Meg, that meant he was a great fuck, nothing more.   #5) The Dark Impaler: four darkly and thickly scribed stars, followed by a dozen exclamation points. The comment, "Man, can this boy fuck! Great with technique and new positions, but still needs a bit of kink to complete the package," followed directly on the heels of the exclamation marks.   #6) Fuckubus Penetrus: four stars and a plethora of exclamation points. "Another great fuck, but I'm still looking for that supreme, nasty, kinky, perverse demon of my dreams. He's gotta be out there somewhere!" Meg sighed at the memories as her eyes scanned the page. Great lays, one and all, but each missing that special something. Then, closing her eyes, she lay back in the tub and thought about her latest demonic tryst. She wanted to write it down exactly as she felt about it. Finally, the words came to her. She wrote:   #7) The Great Fornicus: FIVE STARS... followed by: "The kinky pervert of my dreams. So fucking sick he even makes ME look tame! I would've liked more time with him, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to send him back to Hell. Too bad. He was so deliciously sick! I can't call him back, either.   I think I pissed him off way too much to risk THAT. Just my luck. Finally, my twisted equal, and I can't risk bringing him back for another round. Story of my life. Great memories, though. I hope the next one's even HALF as good as THIS one. Thinking on it, it's a good thing I used my grandmother's potent spell of protection.   I'm sure THIS sick freak had all kinds of nasty diseases! All in all, a fantastic night. And this gives me hope that the demon of my dreams really is out there. I wonder if old Forny has a brother... one who's maybe a little less obsessed with killing folks. If so, I wanna meet him!"   To date, it was the most impressed she'd been by any of her lust demon encounters. She lamented that she'd never be able to experience him again, but was sure that discretion was the better part of valor. Still, she'd always remember ol' Fornicus and his delightfully sick streak.   She'd been growing weary of the sameness of the lust demons up until this point, but now she was encouraged to keep calling up demonic lovers. If she could find another demon like Fornicus, who'd be happy to visit her over and over again for outrageous perversion and lust - and not be so dead set on killing her after having his way with her - then that would be the demon of her dreams, her fantasy demon lover in the flesh.   Fornicus, as dangerous as his fixation on killing was, was an inspiration to Meg. Now she knew she was on the right path. She'd continue to call up demons until she found Mr. Demonic Right. So, while glad to be rid of the fixated lust demon, she had to thank him for reassuring her that her chosen path was the right one, after all.   The future looked bright, now. Revenge was an emotion she could now tuck neatly away in its proper little niche once and for all. In it's place, lust and perversion ruled the day. She couldn't wait for her next summoning. Hopefully, she'd find another truly sick bastard like the vile Fornicus and possibly strike up a cozy little fuck-buddy deal with him.   She squirmed in the bathtub just thinking about it. She stretched and sighed and smiled, purring like a contented kitten.   "Thank you, Fornicus, for showing me that I'm on the right track," she said to herself aloud. "Too bad you and I couldn't have been an item, you twisted little freak. It could've been AWESOME. But, hey, YOUR loss. Still, you exquisitely sick fuck, I do thank you for a delightful evening. You weren't half bad, Forny ol' boy. I tip my hat to you." She raised her wine glass and toasted the horny demon.   Then, stretching and sighing all over again, she replaced her diary on the tub's ledge and lay back to rest in the soothing, healing water for one last pristinely relaxing moment. Then, preparing to exit the tub and dry off for a nice, long, much needed sleep, Meg smiled up at the sky. Putting the tips of her first two fingers of her right hand to her lips and kissing them, she then blew that kiss up to the heavens.   "Thank you, too, grandma... for everything."   She imagined her grandmother must be winking back down at her.   The End Publication Date: November 25th 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-ozf00c8ee53c0a5

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mrs. erica Rhyleigh's Playground cum and play with me.... To my husband and our adventure “Little Miss Curious” It was a busy summer afternoon at Camp Che’Skawqua Bay (silly name, I know). We, counselors had just got finished getting all the campers squared away to their bunks for the evening. They had a few days left of summer fun before the camp closed down. I was bunked with three other counselors: Mindy, Sharon, and Lorie. We all got along great. As we were getting ready for bed, Sharon had snuck out to be with her boyfriend, Dave. When the lights had went out, I heard Mindy and Lorie whispering. In the dark, I watched them quietly creep out the cabin. I was curious to what was going on, so I followed them. I didn’t need a flashlight (neither did they) because I knew my way around the woods very well. I stopped short at a bush as I watched them walk to the dock, giggling. They began removing their clothes. They’re going skinny dipping, big deal, I thought. Boy, was I wrong. The girls were giggling as they stood stark naked in the moonlight, groping each other’s breasts. I blinked my eyes to make sure I saw what I thought I saw. Mindy kissed Lorie as her hands caressed Lorie’s clean shaven pussy. I watched them lay them with Mindy, now on top, licking Lorie’s pussy. Lorie moaned as she tugged hungrily on her nipples. I wanted to creep up closer to watch, but I couldn’t do it. Without finish watching the show, I ran back to the cabin. Twenty minutes later, they walked in. I pretended like I was asleep. I couldn’t believe what I saw. The same thing happened again the next night. Curious, I followed them again when I heard them sneak out. At the same place, under the same moon, I watched the girls touch and lick each other. Only this time, I got bolder. I crept up to this big rock slab where I could see them more clearer, but they couldn’t see me. I never realized how attractive Lorie’s body was. She was blonde, in great athletic shape, and was skillful with her tongue. She was laying on her back as Mindy hovered over her, getting muffed. Mindy humped Lorie’s face and moaned loudly. Without realizing it, I felt my finger flicking my clit. For some reason, I wanted Lorie’s mouth on me. I felt my pussy getting wet and my nipple getting hard as I continued to watch the girls. Panting, I began masturbating. Letting my manicured fingernails probing in and out of my wet throbbing pussy, as if it was Lorie’s fingers. “Ohhh,” I moaned as I closed my eyes. I felt my body buck against my fingers hard as I masturbated faster. I moaned Lorie’s name while trying to be quiet. I watched Mindy fuck Lorie’s ass with a pink dildo. Watching Lorie’s breast bounce in the night, I climaxed. Biting my lips. I’ve been curious about girls before, but not to the point of actually wanting to do it. But for some reason, I wanted Lorie. Wiping my hand on my shirt, I caught them getting dressed. I had to beat them to the cabin. So, I ran. Again. On the last morning of camp, I found a note on my bed. It read, “Meet me at the dock at midnight. Lorie.” I placed the note in my shirt and went about my business, but all day that note was on my mind. Did she see me riding in the woods? After placing the last camper on the bus home, I went back to the cabin to get my stuff ready for home. The counselors doesn’t leave until the next day. We always throw a bonfire party before leaving. At the party, I tried to enjoy myself, but the note kept tugging my mind. I even caught her looking at me. When the party died down and everybody went to their cabins to get up early for tomorrow, I waited. I obeyed the note. I was at the dock waiting. “Hey girl,” smiled Lorie when she appeared. “Hi,” I smiled, nervously, “So, what’s up?” “I saw you last night,” smiled Lorie. Before I could say anything, she removed her clothes. Her nipples where blush pink and erect. She sat down on the dock and looked up at me. “Have a seat.” Mesmerized, I obeyed. She began touching my hair. Pulling it out of the ponytail. “So, did you like what you saw?” I couldn’t speak. Only nodded. I just sat there as she removed my shirt and bra. I closed my eyes when her thumb brushed across my nipple. I gasped as her wet tongue licked it. She grabbed both of my breasts tightly and sucked on both nipples at the same time. I felt tingles between my legs. She smiled as I reached out to touch her breast. Her skin felt so soft. Without thinking, I kissed her. I guess I was curious to how it felt kissing a girl. It was sweet. She had soft lips. “Whoa, someone is enjoying this,” she smiled, “Take off your pants.” I obeyed. I stood naked in front of her. “Wow, you have a large clit.” That much was true. It was oversized and that made me a little embarrassed, but I guess she liked it. She rubbed her two fingers across it. Instantly, I felt wet. She pried my legs apart as she got on her knees. I didn’t know what she was doing until I felt her tongue licking my clit. “Mmmm,” I moaned, quietly. She stopped in put my leg on the railing for support then went back to work. I could feel her lips brush against my wet pussy lips as she sucked on my clit. I let my fingers grip onto her hair as I began rocking against her tongue. I rocked faster as her tongue delved into my pussy like a hummingbird sucking out nectar. “I-I want to lick you,” I managed to say. She laid onto her back and spread her legs; I got down in between. I didn’t know what to do, but I figured it would be easily. Her stench was sweet and her pussy was soaked. First, I licked her clit. Just to get the feel of things. Then I moved her pussy lips back with my fingers and began licking her pussy like a pro. She moaned loudly into the night. She grabbed my right hand and placed it on her breast after sucking my fingers. I squeezed her nipple hard as I tongue fucked her. She liked it. I guess I was better than I thought for someone who was new at this. She pushed me away. At first, I was confused, but realized what she was doing when she pushed me onto my back. She jammed two fingers in me as her tongue licked my pussy wildly. “Yes. Lorie,” I screamed. “In the Library” It all began when I started tutoring Matt. We got together at Pulham Library twice a week for Chemistry lessons. Well, one day, he seemed a little different. Naturally, I asked, “What’s wrong?” “Oh, nothing,” he smiled, “Just got a lot on my mind.” So, straight to the lessons we went. After an hour of studying, we hung around for small talk. Since we were at the back of the old library, we weren’t worried about anyone or the librarian shushing us. After complaining about the lack of sex with my girlfriend, I felt his hand rub up my thigh. “Um, Matt, what are you doing?” Normally, a guy would go ballistic, but I’ve never been the guy with a temper. I began thinking that Matt was gay, but he didn’t seem to be. He was very masculine and jocky. “Comforting you.” “I’m straight,” I replied, quickly. Matt only smiled, and then said, “I’ve never pegged you to be gay.” Uneasily, I chuckled. But, he was serious. “Have you ever thought about it?” asked Matt. “No.” Okay, there was this one time when I was alone in my dorm; browsing through the channels, I stopped on a live porn show. I watched, not realizing at first that it was two men because one had long hair, and I got hard. I jacked off to it, but never once had I thought about me fucking a guy or a guy fucking me. “Do you like blowjobs?” “What guy doesn’t,” I laughed. “Can I give you one as a token of my thanks?” “No.” “C’mon, no one has to know. I know you’re horny and I’m horny.” He was right. I was horny. My girlfriend wouldn’t let me fuck her last night and I needed a release. Looking around, I said, “As long as we’re clear that you’re not fucking me and you swear not to tell. If you do, I’ll just deny it.” “I swear,” he smiled. I turned in the chair, facing him, unzipping my pants. Exposing my semi-hard dick as I pulled down my jeans. Gently, he placed his hands around my cock and licked up my shaft. It felt so good that my cock got instantly hard. He put my whole 9 incher in his mouth, sucking ever so sweetly. I’m not going to lie; I widened my legs, as I relaxed, so he could have more headroom. “Ohhh,” I moaned, softly. Damn, I thought I was in ecstasy. Without thinking, my left hand pushed his head closely to my body. My fingers were gripping his brunette hair tightly as I held him firmly in place; my whole shaft in his wet, hot mouth. I couldn’t see straight. My eyes literally rolled to the back of my head. I felt my hip buck as I attempted to fuck his face sitting down. My balls slapping against his chin. I’ve never had a blowjob that good. Not even my girlfriend’s. When I could manage, I watched as he professionally, slobbered up and down my shaft. I could feel his tongue licking the slit on my cock head. I moaned louder as he used his hands jerking me off. “Feels good?” “Y-yes,” I panted. Wanting his mouth back around my cock. I’m surprised no one came to see what the noise was about. I yelped when I felt something wet against my anus. I opened my eyes only to see him holding my ball sacs and licking my anus hole. I wanted to shoot my load. It felt that damn good. I was couldn’t believe that I was enjoying it this much, but I was. He fluttered his tongue twice around the rim before taking me in his mouth again. Now, I was ready. I shot my load in his mouth. It was so forceful that I had to grip the table for support. Matt, unbelievably, drank it up. He licked me clean and smiled at me with those cum soaked pink lips. “I have one more favor.” “You’re not fucking me,” I replied, immediately. “No, “ he laughed, “I want you to fuck me.” I sat there. Cock still hard. Fuck him? I don’t know. But, I was still horny. Well, I went this far, so what the hell. I nodded. He motioned for me to lay on the table. We moved the books to the chairs. As soon as I laid down, he mounted me. Yea, he has done this a lot. I slid right in. Again, I’m not going to lie, his ass felt goood. Man, he rode my cock better my girlfriend or any girl could. He knew what he wanted. I started moaning, not minding Matt’s hard cock bouncing against my stomach. He, then, did this move where he took my cock all the way up the ass. Our balls rubbed against each other as he slowly gyrated his body like a cowboy riding a horse home after a long day. “Ohhh, fuck,” I moaned. I didn’t want him to ride me anymore. I wanted to fuck him so hard, just to make him feel what I’ve felt. Horny as fuck, I grabbed his hard ass tightly and began pounding that ass. The position was a little uncomfortable, so I got him off me. On top of the table, he got on his knees with me behind him. I thrust my cock in his ass and went to town. It felt like his ass and mouth was perfectly made for my cock. Holding his ass for support, we both moaned as I fucked him. I saw his hand jerking his cock. I felt my cock twitch inside this hot ass. “Ohhh, fuck, I’m about to c-cum.” I grunted loudly as I cummed in his ass. He clenched his ass around my cock to make sure that all of my juice was in him. He turned to face me and I saw his goo on his chest. He put my, now flaccid, cock in his mouth. Sucking me clean for one last time. I couldn’t believe that today’s event had transpired. All I could say was “wow.” Again, I’m surprised no one came to see what all the fuss was about. As we were leaving, we found out that no one was there. The librarian had forgot about his and locked us in the library. Thankfully, we got out when she came back for her bag that she had left. As sworn, Matt has kept his word. To this day, he still gives me the “tutoring” blowjobs and I fuck him on the side when my girlfriend isn’t around. What can I say? You learn a lot at the library. Black & White It was a late Saturday night; two people were browsing around in the internet chat rooms just to find something to do. They found themselves in “EbonyF4WhiteM.” Darkspell84: Hi. Ericaisadork? Why are you a dork? Ericaisadork: Hi. I just call myself that, lol. Darkspell84: So…you like white guys, huh? Ericaisadork: Yep. Always has. So, tell me about you. Darkspell84: Well, I’m into cars and drawing. I’m 6’1”, blue-green eyes, and brown hair. You? Ericaisadork: I do Tae Kwon Do. I’m 5’2”, hazel brown eyes, and black hair. Their conversation lasted til the early morning. Each night they continue to chat. One day, Darkspell84 suggested that they meet. Ericaisadork agreed. They ate Subway and enjoyed the rest of the night like any couple would. They enjoyed being around each other. So, they planned again for the next weekend. One weekend, they went back to Ericaisadork’s place. Watched a movie, ate dinner, and talked. Darkspell84 told her that he’d never been with a black woman before. Ericaisadork smiled. She’d never been with a white man before or any man. They started making out on the couch. One thing led to another… Laying her on her back, he maneuvered his hands up her shirt and was surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She smiled. She let him take off her shirt and watched him take off his. Her breath caught in her throat as she eyed his pale, muscular body. He was gorgeous. After kissing, he worked his way down her neck to her breast; teasing each nipple with his mouth. His teeth. She moaned as her fingers latched onto his tousled hair tightly. His tongue moved ever so swiftly as he sucked on her erect brown nipples. She felt his hard bulge in his jeans. Gently, but quickly, she pushed him off her. She stared into his eyes as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Towering over her, he watched as those brown fingers jerked his pants down, as long with his boxers. He smiled as he watched her expression. He could tell that she was a virgin. “I’ve never done this before,” she confessed. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do this.” “No,” she replied, “I want to…I just want you to like it.” “I’m sure I will,” he smiled. They switched position on the couch. She stared at 9 inch curved upward penis. It looked almost 3 inches in diameter. She’d never sucked on a penis before, but was curious to how it tasted. Nervously, she licked up the penis’ shaft. He moaned. She did it again and let her tongue rub pass the slit. “Oh yeah,” he moaned, “Do that again.” She smiled. Glad to make him happy. This time, she put the whole thing in her mouth. She bobbed her up and down on his schlong. He gripped her thick black hair, guiding her head into a nice rhythmic motion. For it to be her first time, it felt so good to him. His hips began bucking to fuck her face. He had to get inside her now. Darkspell84 pushed her back and kissed her hard. He pulled down khakis and panties in a swift motion. He let his thumb brush her virgin clit. Ohhh, she was so wet. “Let me lick you,” he said. She was unsure, but let him do it anyways. Her scent was sweet like honeydew. She jerked as his tongue danced it way up and down her clit and pussy walls. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter. “I think you’re ready for me,” he smiled as she moaned pleasurably. Hungrily, he got between her legs and inserted his penis in her pussy. She jumped. He pulled out. “I’ll stop. If it hurts, I’ll stop.” “No,” she panted. He re-inserted into her pussy. Oh, she was so tight. He almost busts a load right then and there. Slowly, for her sake, he thrust in and out. Savoring the tingling sensations, he felt like he was floating on clouds. She was enjoying it. She felt animalistic. She was clawing at his back as she held on. Tongue licking his pink erect nipples. The sensation was so good that he had to hold on to the couch to support his weight, so he wouldn’t crush her. He felt his chest tightened, her pussy tightened around his swollen penis, and the room felt like it was spinning. “Ohhhh yes!” she screamed as she climaxed. He wasn’t too far behind her. “I’m about to cum,” he grunted as thrust faster and faster. “Ohhhh.” Sweat rolled down his back as he collapsed on top of her. Their sweat slicked bodies melded together as they laid on the couch. “That was fun,” she giggled. “You were good for a first-timer.” “Thank you,” she smiled, “You were good, too. Maybe we should do this again.” “Maybe.” There was a lot of “maybes” because they became exclusive, got engaged, and then married. To this day, they still drive each other wild in the bedroom. “Surprise, Surprise!” Joel was a regular at “The Abandoned Bar” every night. He would always get loaded on tequila, vodka, beer or whatever tasted good and get laid by the hottest female in the joint. Joel wasn’t so bad looking either. The ladies loved his long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, tan skin, and dimpled cheeks. His smile would make any woman melt…Or drop her panties. One night, Joel was in his usual seat at the bar. Drinking a shot of Jacks; head swaying to music playing on the jukebox. A beautiful woman sat next to him. She had long, curly brunette locks, pale white skin, bright gray eyes, and sexy pink lips. Joel couldn’t keep his eyes off her; especially her tits. They were a nice size for his manly hands. “Hey there,” he said, smiling, turning on his charm, “I’ve never seen you around here before. Whatcha name?” “I’m Toni,” she replied with a smile. “I’m Joel.” He eyed her up and down. She was wearing a tight black halter dress. It looked damn sexy on her. Showing all the right curves. He looked at the bartender, and said, “Ben, her drink on me.” Toni ordered a Tom Collins and then took her drink to the dance floor. Joel watched her closely. He turned around in his seat as he watched her danced to the music. Her body swayed seductively. She smiled when she caught him looking. Nodding, she asked him to join her. Without hesitation, Joel was behind her. Swaying with her hips; grinding his harden cock against her ass. She giggled. “Let’s go outside,” he whispered. Joel led her to his car; but Toni kept walking. She went to her car, a small red Miata hiding in the dark. “Nice,” smiled Joel. They began making out against the car. He let his hands squeeze her breast and rolled his thumbs across her budding nipples as their tongues played twister. As he tried to put his hands in between her legs, she kept moving it away. “Let me do something for you,” she smiled as she squatted to unzip his pants. She stuck her slender hand inside his boxers and pulled out his semi-hard cock. She licked it from the base to the head. It was such as nice size. It was about 10 inches, pointing straight at her. She felt his body shiver as she wrapped her mouth around his bulging meat. Joel moaned in ecstasy as her head bobbed up and down his pole. Gently, he held the back of her head as his hips started moving faster and faster. Toni’s tongue was flat as her warm mouth bobbed against Joel’s cock. Every time she got to the head, she would suck it like a lollipop and then rub her tongue on the pee slit. Joel felt his balls tightened. He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed to fuck this girl. No other woman blew him that damn good. He pulled her up and yanked up her skirt and was surprised to find small cock inches away from his own. “What the fuck?” he stammered. “Don’t worry about it,” soothed Toni, “Pretend you didn’t see it. I want you to fuck me.” Joel didn’t know what to think; but he did know that his cock was solid and he needed a release. Forcibly, he turned her around; leaning her over the hood of the car. Toni smiled, she knew what was coming. He moved her g-string aside and thrust his cock into her waiting hole. “Ohhh,” he moaned as he thrust in and out. Her ass felt so tight around his cock. Just like her mouth, it was warm and willing. “Ahhh, yeah, yes,” panted Toni as Joel fucked her. She knew that she picked the right guy. He was fucking her ass hard. She jerked her cock as her as was being pummeled. With his left hand, he grabbed her hair and held her hips with his right as he felt his release rising. “I’m about to cum,” he breathed and just thrust harder and harder. Within seconds and a loud grunt, he cummed hard in that ass. Toni waited until he pulled out and turned around to lick him clean. Joel saw that she cummed, too. Quickly, he pulled up his pants and left the bar. Later that night, he kept wondering about the girl at the bar. Wonder if she’s going to be there tomorrow night? Hope you enjoyed these stories. Look for Vol. 2 soon. Text: My stories are the fabric of my imagination and they are FICTIONAL. 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Lisa Skydla Slave-Girl of the Dragon Rider Dedication This book is dedicated to my soul sister; our bond goes back through eternity. She is my motivation, my comfort, my inspiration and my support in all things my husband cannot help me with. I thank you for every conversation,every inspiration, and every smile. It is so wonderful to have you in my life. Thank you Cat Nemois! Your Lisa Skydla             The story is the canvas, the language the colours, the translator a brush, but the author however, remains always the artist. Prince Felix Chapter 1 - A Bloody Attack Sinja gazed intently over the Tenebraes steppe; something was in the air, even the yakutas were standing still, the herd normally going from one corner of the pasture to the other, eating the bright pink grass. These animals provided furs, leather, meat and milk, and were the most highly prized things in the life of a nomad. She looked again up to the heavens and the gradual transition to azure blue, the first sign of the coming dawn, her royal blue eyes scanning the horizon; she could see nothing, but could feel the threat hanging heavily in the air. The Iron Mountains framing the steppe were only visible through a white haze, but Sinja knew the great cities lay there. They had shunned the cities until now and traded their wares with small settlements or travelling merchants, the people in the cities looking down on the nomads as an inferior race. A heavy hand laid on Sinja’s shoulder brought her back from her thoughts. Smiling, she looked into the beloved face of her father, who had come up from behind her. He too could sense the threat, and frowned. “What’s going on?” his daughter wanted to know. “I have no idea my child, but it’s nothing good” he replied evasively with an intent glance. Sinja nodded thoughtfully, half open-mouthed to ask another question as he interrupted her; “go to the yurt, this is no place for you right now.” A low rumbling made any reply stick in her throat and she turned her mesmerized gaze to the horizon from where an enormous black cloud was approaching, covering everything in its path. She recognised silver horses within the cloud, and her heart missed a beat with fear. Such horses were only ridden by the zjertas, vicious semi-demons, who took anything they wanted. “Go, now” shouted her father with an urgent push as he ran into the camp to raise the alarm. Frightened but curious, Sinja took refuge with her aunt and mother in the largest yurt. She would have liked to help the men, but none of them was any match for these devils. It was not long until the first battle cries rang out, hissing, growling and howling accompanying the fight. It was pitch black inside the yurt and the three women clung anxiously together listening to the noises from outside. The minutes seemed like hours, and Sinja’s heart pounded up to her throat, fear holding her firmly in its grip as the dark sense of foreboding was transformed into certainty, her aunt screaming in panic as the yurt was ripped through and the interior lit up with a flaming torch. Three zjertas approached, eyes glowing brightly red in the half-darkness as their faces turned to grimaces. The semi-demons were wrapped in dark cloaks, sparing the women the sight of what lay beneath, but their faces resembled charred flesh, with noses flat as if burnt away. Sinja was struck with terror, not even able to scream as the fiends stood directly over them. One of the three growled a command, sounding like deep thunder from a distant storm, and horrified, the young nomad saw two of the demons drag her mother and aunt from the yurt; probably the last she would ever see of them. The third zjerta approached her, licking his black lips with tongue forked and unnaturally green. Sinja recoiled anxiously, raising her hands in defence and shaking her head, but still no sound came from her mouth. The devil grabbed her with a harsh laugh and ran slowly over her slender body, Sinja sensing the claw-like hands more than seeing them. At the very moment his claw reached her breast another demon leapt into the yurt, and struck off her tormentor’s head. Completely paralysed with horror she watched the now lifeless carcass tilt forward as the black blood gushed over her gown, a scream finally breaking from her throat as she lost consciousness. As Sinja’s awareness returned she at first thought it was all a terrible nightmare, but then saw the ripped fabric and suddenly realised this was no dream at all. A zjerta sat outside the entrance, watching her inimically, otherwise there was deathly silence. It was dark outside, which however said nothing about the time of day as the black haze obscured everything. The sages had said this cloud was fed by the evil which brought the zjertas into this world; and right now Sinja had every faith in that. Torches were set up, and her guard dragged her out of the yurt, his claws scratching the skin on her arm, but she no longer felt it. For a moment the fire threw a little light on the battlefield which had once been their camp, and she recognised the corpses of her brothers and father. Sinja was so unprepared for the shock she could neither cry out nor weep, simply staring, stunned, at the loved ones who would never smile at her again. No one had taken the trouble to close their eyes; her father seemed to be gazing at her, begging forgiveness, and she knew he had defended them to his last breath. Still no tears broke free, everything felt numbly unreal. The demon pushed her onwards, kicking the bodies aside without a care for her suffering as Sinja stood in shock, and his grip tightened to drag her half stumbling after him, unable to really take in what she had seen. The demon paused in front of a group of four other zjertas and three humans; one of the devils bore a silver star on his forehead and she realised this must be their clan chief. They began to talk, a mixture of hissing, rumbling and clacking Sinja couldn’t understand. It took a while, then the leader nodded, and she was met with a cold but human glance. The men immediately sprang into motion, two holding her while the third closed iron shackles around her neck and wrists, the heavy iron chaffing painfully on her delicate skin and she could hardly lift her hands, so great was the weight of the manacles. She already knew the significance of these shackles, the mark of slavery; she had been sold to slave traders, but even this realisation could not touch her. A chain was attached to the iron collar and Sinja was dragged away from her former camp. Considerate treatment was not to be expected, so she tried to keep up with the long strides of the men, and after an exhausting forced march of over a kilometre they emerged from the black cloud of the zjertas to be dazzled by bright sunshine. The steppe was still pink, but where the demons had ridden the ground was an icy strip; the farther they moved away from the dark haze the brighter the grass became, until it had regained its natural sparkle. Sinja was pushed roughly into a tent, where several people already sat huddled together. No one looked up, no one moved, not even as she was chained by the right ankle to another prisoner, the dull eyes of the new slaves only being turned toward her when the entrance closed behind her, but still no one spoke. Why this should be was something Sinja could not yet even suspect. She looked at the others, hoping one of her relatives was among them, but recognised no one. The pain clenched in her heart as she realised she was probably the only survivor. For quite some time they simply sat, the heat in the tent becoming unbearable, partly because too many people were crowded together under the tent. Hunger and thirst rumbled in their insides, but no one got up to demand something to eat or drink. Sinja’s eyes flashed angrily, replacing the numbness inflicted by the loss of her entire family, perhaps precisely that making her careless. With difficulty, she stood, but the man next to her shook his head. “Don’t, they will only make you suffer” he whispered, then the tent was again pervaded by unspeaking silence. Her mother had often told them tales of the slavers and their cruelty, partly to keep her children from going too far into the steppe. These stories now came back into her mind, and she decided not to risk her luck. It was already dusk when a bowl of water and a crust of bread were thrust into her hand. It wasn’t much, but would secure her survival; that more would not be coming was immediately clear, Sinja quickly drinking the water and chewing the crust before anyone could take it away again. Shortly afterwards they were driven out into the open and ordered to dismantle the tents, irrespective of her gender, no one was spared. The heavy tents were loaded onto a few yakutas, the young nomad constantly stumbling over the chains, receiving kicks and punches as reward for her clumsiness. She staunchly held back the tears, with no more than a contemptuous look for her captors. When the tents and supplies were loaded they were driven out into the wilderness, chained together like animals. Through clenched teeth the slaves tried to stay on their feet; if one fell, more often than not they would take their neighbours with them, and then they all had to endure the fury of the slave traders. They moved toward the mountains throughout the night, with the moon bathing the steppe in turquoise rays. Particularly at night, the Iron Mountains gleamed in a mystical dark light, and Sinja remembered the tales she had heard about the cities. Previously she had begged her parents to visit one of these settlements with her; today she would gladly forgo the experience. The mountains alone scared her, and the idea of being taken to one of these huge cities, hewn into the rock, made her tremble. Silently they walked through the desert, each trapped in their own nightmare, driven by the three slavers on their horses. Shortly before sunrise they were forced to build the camp again, and then herded back into the tent. There was no bread and water this time, and so Sinja fell asleep, exhausted, but fear of the future and grief for her family followed her. “Hey you, wake up, and follow me” came a voice from in front of her. Somewhat dazed she opened her eyes, only to look straight into the face of a slaver. Before she could move, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her up. Sinja noticed someone had removed the chain on her ankle, but before she could even think of escape she was thrust into the next tent. Stumbling, she only just kept her balance, but at the same moment her legs were kicked away from under her so she dropped painfully to the ground. “You must learn how a slave is to behave. The first lesson should already be clear; when the master is in the room, you kneel.” “You’re not worthy of looking at your owner” came another voice. Sinja hastened to obey, as everything hurt from the heavy impact. Upright now, she knelt before the slavers, firmly keeping her eyes lowered so as not to give them any reason to punish her more. The end of a riding crop was pushed under her chin, forcing her to raise her head until she was looking into the almost black eyes of the slaver. “Are you a virgin?” he asked. Sinja’s cheeks turned red, she had never been asked so brazen a question. Everything in her strained against giving this brute a response; she should rather stand and spit it in his face her pride demanded, urgently, but she knew he would have no compunction against killing her on the spot. The riding crop under her chin disappeared, and the next moment his open hand slapped into her face, snapping her head sideways. “Second lesson, you answer questions immediately, without hesitation, without lies” the man told her, quite calmly. Still shocked, she stared at him, unable to respond. Her pride and fear were struggling against each other within her, particularly as she did not have much to lose. Another slap, followed by a powerful kick in the stomach, and she forgot any resistance, struggling painfully to her feet to kneel before him again. “Yes master, I’m still a virgin” she whispered, looking stubbornly down at her knees, not wanting to witness his triumphant grin. She had now slipped so far she sat crouched on the floor, no longer daring to show contempt for her tormentors. “You’ll bring me a pretty penny then” the slaver proclaimed with satisfaction. Sinja did not know what to reply, and so remained silent. He let her kneel in front of him for a while before calling one of his subordinates to take her away. Relieved that nothing worse had happened, Sinja sat back in her place to lapse into dark brooding; it appeared her virginity was to be sold, as if some base whore, but there was nothing she could do to prevent it. The next week passed in a similar manner, resting during the day, driven over the steppe like cattle at night, Sinja seeming to draw no more attention than the other slaves. There was a bowl of water and a crust of bread once a day, no more, no less; enough to keep them alive, but not to stay strong enough to rebel against their tormentors. She wondered repeatedly what the future held, was this to be her fate? Would her new master be just as callous and inhuman? Or would he torture and abuse her as a sex slave? She often lay awake during the day, tormented by fear, but still not letting it show; she could do without any further humiliation, especially as there was a painful daily lesson on how a slave was to behave; kicks, slaps and humiliation being the order of the day, and with her, it seemed the slavers enjoyed it even more. Perhaps because she was a girl, but she was the only woman these people had captured, and accordingly valuable; from a few overheard snatches of conversation she discovered that not many females survived zjerta attacks, a cold shiver shaking through her as she remembered her own encounter with the monsters. The sight of the demon’s head flying by and the bleeding corpse falling toward her was etched into her memory; reliving it in her dreams every night to wake drenched in sweat. They finally arrived at the city, and Sinja looked up at the huge gates rising majestically before them; no one could enter the city as long as these gates were closed. They shone with a metallic silver, only a shade darker than the rocks of the Iron Mountains in the background. A push in the back reminded her that the tents had to be put up, as no one was allowed into the city in the middle of the night. She quickly turned her attention back to the heavy tents, which they lifted from the yakutas and dragged to the specified place. She had in the meantime become accustomed to this work, and did not stumble over the ropes so often. Today she was not so exhausted as they had camped much earlier, which did however also take away any hope of finally being able to sleep the night through although even total exhaustion had not been able to free her from the nightmares; but it was already dusk as they were driven together again for the night. Dropping wearily to the ground, she closed her eyes and sank into a finally dreamless sleep. A few hours later Sinja was awakened with a kick and instructed to dismantle the tents and load them back onto the yakutas. She rubbed her eyes nervously, how gladly she would have slept a little longer, particularly since she had for once not been disturbed by any nightmares, but there was no way to sleep any longer so she scrambled up and went together with the others to carry out their tasks. The chain which bound them together was just long enough for them to carry out their tasks, but also meant everything else was done chained as well, embarrassing as it was for her when she had to satisfy the call of nature. This was a humiliation she would never get used to. Caught up in her thoughts about the intolerable situation, she was startled by a pathetic roaring, immediately turning in the direction from which the sound came. Horrified, she saw a tall man torturing a dragon with an electroblade, holding the dragon on a kind of leash, the animal writhing in pain, cowering with every move of its tormentor, and Sinja’s heart clenched. Why did he have to display his superiority in this way? Why did he have to torment the poor creature? Disgusted, she turned her head aside and would have gladly blocked her ears to no longer have to listen to the miserable whining. A whip hit her suddenly across the back, and she stifled the scream before glancing at her tormentor. Quickly remembering the lessons she had been taught Sinja lowered her eyes and hastened to perform her task. The roar of the dragon fell silent, and she prayed that the brutal swine had not killed the animal. Shortly thereafter the small caravan moved into the city once the slaver had identified himself, moving purposefully toward a marketplace, so Sinja had no opportunity to look around, but her first impression was overwhelming. She had never seen so many buildings before, stacked one against the other. Some were bigger than their entire nomad camp had been. She kept looking upwards to see if the sky was still visible above her. The beauty of the palaces and mansions impressed her, but the pageantry also weighed down on her. She was a child of the steppe and had always been free; the confinement, the crowds, and the towering walls all intimidated her. On the market square, a small platform and two tents were ready for the slave traders, reminding her she would soon meet her new master. She glanced timidly at the gathering crowd as she was driven into the right hand tent, her courage gradually failing. The flap marking the entrance remained a fraction open, so she continued looking outside, but her hopes for a gracious new owner declined with each new member joining the crowd. The men behaved churlishly, some seemed drunk, and brutality was written in their faces, most even appearing filthy. Sinja shook her head, she was filthy too, and longing for a bath or at least some water for washing, so she should not look down on these men. She would of course rather serve a master who was dirty but kind than one who was clean but beat her and made her suffer, but the crowd out there brought out her worst fears. She looked out again and was able to make out a small group of kolschas; the creatures were immediately noticeable from their giant balloon-like heads, with one eye on the forehead. They were hardly bigger than herself, and with her one metre-sixty, she was quite petite. Her father had told her about these creatures, they had a very high intellect, superior to most living things, but were animated by an incredible coldness; these monsters knew no pity. Her gaze crossed two seekers, former humans who had been transformed by the kolschas, used as servants to find minerals, or particular people, should someone have risked their disfavour; Sinja trembling at the thought that she might be given to these creatures. Also in the group were some dugies, shrouded in their mandatory black cloaks, only the white faces recognisable. These beings floated over the ground as they moved, with heads oddly elongated. Her father had never described the dugies, saying only that one should stay out of their way as they were abysmally evil. Before she could get a better idea of what was awaiting her, the canvas was closed, obscuring her view. Perhaps it was actually a blessing, as she was now trembling before what was to come, cowering terrified by what she had seen. The hope of being at least bought by a human faded by the minute, as the creatures out there had much more money and power than any mere mortal. Horrified, she heard one of the slavers announce the auction as holding a great surprise, and she immediately knew he meant her. She was startled as the tent canvas was beaten aside, crying out as the leader of the slavers entered the tent. He was followed by a man who at first Sinja could not really see, as her eyes were hurriedly lowered, just as she had so forcefully been taught. The slaves quickly stood, not risking another beating, and stared at the ground, Sinja only daring to peer at the visitor through lowered eyelashes. Her first impression was that he was big, very big; then she noticed the long silver hair spilling smoothly over his shoulders. Above he wore only shoulder armour: heavy leather pauldrons, with a dark cloak attached, hanging down over his back. His pants were likewise in shining black leather, as were his tall boots, and in his hand he held an electroblade, like the dragon rider before the city gates. So he was also one of these animal tormentors Sinja concluded, her hidden view now wandering more closely over his stature; clearly defined chest and abdominal muscles, without an ounce of excess fat on him. He also appeared to combine both power and money, as even the slave traders were looking uncertain, anxious to fulfil their guest’s every wish. The two men went through the entire tent, the dragon rider taking in each of the slaves, choosing two, who were immediately freed from their anklets by the slavers and dragged outside. Sinja shivered as they approached, the imagery of the previous day still fresh in her mind, when the other man had so cruelly tormented the dragon, though this one here looked even more authoritarian. Despite her praying he would finally pass her by he stopped, directly in front of her. To Sinja’s horror he put a hand under her chin, lifting her head until she was forced to look up at him. Cold, grey eyes bored deeply into her own royal blue, and for a while, he just stared at her. “I want to talk to her alone” he suddenly demanded with a deep, but surprisingly pleasant voice. “But please my lord, that’s really asking too much. No one will believe she’s a virgin if the customers see you disappear into a tent with her” the slaver protested. An icy cold glance from the steely-grey eyes met him, and the slaver could only stammer out disjointed half-sentences, lacking the courage to openly confront the dragon rider, but still did not want to let his business be ruined. “I want to talk to her, - alone” the man repeated, dangerously quietly, his heavy tone carrying both threat and warning. Sinja would have gladly thrown herself at the slavers feet not to have to go with this frightening master, but the slaver duly nodded, stooping to unlock the chain which bound her to the remaining slaves. “Take off the shackles” ordered the dragon rider. With a resigned sigh the man obeyed, unlocked the manacles, and put them aside. It was clear from his face that he would have liked to give the arrogant man a piece of his mind, but would never dare, quickly grabbing the chain attached to her collar and dragging her from the tent. Trembling and stumbling, she had no option but to follow him to the second tent, where he pushed her to the ground, hissing “I’ll be waiting outside” to remind her that any thought of escape was pointless. For a moment there was silence before the dragon rider pulled her to her feet and forcefully examined her. No detail seemed to escape him, from the long black hair, the royal blue eyes, to her trim, petite figure. “Promise not to flee, to obey me, and I will take you with me” he demanded quietly. Sinja’s eyes opened wide and looked at him as if he had lost his mind. A nomad neither broke their word nor forgot their pride; voluntary submission did not come into question. Slowly she shook her head, “no way” she uttered, forgetting for a moment everything the slavers had so painfully taught her, suddenly remembering that she had no right to look him in the face, and certainly not to give such a response, but he only laughed derisively. “Look at the scum standing in front of the platform. I assure you that none of these bastards has any interest in your safety” he made clear, pushing the cover a little aside from the entrance. Through the opening Sinja could again see the collection of monstrous creatures, and shook once more in disgust. The dragon rider offered her his hand and waited, motionless, for her decision. It was bizarre enough that he was giving her a choice; she had expected him to simply take what he wanted, but was it at all possible for her to keep that promise? By giving her word, she would be binding herself to him indefinitely. Her nervous gaze kept flicking to the crowd raging in front of the platform, loudly demanding to see the slaves, finally deciding he was the lesser of two evils. After all, he wasn’t forcing her; he was leaving it up to her whether she went with him, even though he could have decided entirely for himself. “I promise” she whispered, bowing her head as she took his hand. With a jerk he pulled her to him, put an arm around her, and pressed her tightly to his bare muscular chest. Startled, she opened her eyes and at first tried to resist, but a hardly noticeable shake of the head stopped her. Horrified, she felt his fingertips gliding gently over her body, but somehow, also feeling safe for the first time since the attack. Abruptly he let go, then grabbed the iron chain on her collar to lead her out of the tent. The slaver was on the spot immediately, but the man no longer paid him any attention, simply tossing him a heavy purse in passing. Sinja followed with downcast eyes while he held the chain firmly in his grip. The two slaves he had bought trotted after them, overseen by some unassuming little man. On the opposite side of the square stood a sedan, and the dragon rider walked toward it. As he came into view, the bearers rushed to their places and hastened to open the door. With an inviting gesture he indicated that Sinja should get in. For a moment she considered otherwise, but bound by her word, she accepted his invitation. He climbed in behind her and immediately gave the command to leave. Suddenly he spoke to her “Sorry, but I had to make that little display so no one gets the idea I may have gone soft.” The nomad looked at him quizzically, not knowing what he meant, having become accustomed to such treatment over the last few days. “No, normally I do not drag a young woman through the marketplace in chains, it is barbaric” he said, answering her unspoken question. For the first time a slight grin crossed his face, but disappeared again so quickly she thought she must have imagined it. She allowed herself to observe him again and noticed he bore a tattoo on his chest, the sigil identifying him indeed as a dragon rider, and fear tightened her throat. These people were decried throughout the land as brutal, ruthless, but very powerful, and she had given him her word. She closed her eyes in horror, but felt how he immediately pressed her against himself, with tender caresses. She had not expected such contact from him; this behaviour both puzzled and disturbed her, heightening her fear of being raped. The sedan was eventually set down, and the door opened, the dragon rider signalling with a gentle tap on her arm, and she opened her eyes. Sinja looked at him with surprise, as he didn’t simply drag her out, but treated her quite considerately. “You should get out, so I can show you your new home” he suggested quietly. She nodded understandingly and stepped down from the sedan, he gallantly offering her his arm as support. Yet another gesture she had not expected from him. As she looked up she saw they were standing before a great palace. If this was his home, he had to be inconceivably rich and powerful. The building had been partially driven into the rocks of the Iron Mountains, glittering silver in the sun. Several balconies rose above them, and further up the building merged into the mountains. He took her carefully by the arm and brought them to the entrance, and upon opening, let her through first into a vast hall. “Welcome to my home” he greeted her with a smile, as the door locked closed behind him. Torches burned everywhere in the entrance hall, giving light as bright as day, the light of the many flames also being reflected by the matt silver of the walls. Sinja stared open mouthed, head tilted back, astonished at the vaulted ceiling, studying the fine adorning ornaments with amazement, then noting the magnificent building had indeed been driven into the mountainside, the many corridors leading distantly away before her in a ring from the hall. The corridors were too dark to actually see where they led, but just the size of the palace stunned her. Directly opposite the entrance was a staircase leading up to a balustrade. She saw more doors, at regular intervals; there had to be an awful lot of rooms in this building. “Drakoij” called out her new master loudly, which was soon followed by a distant snort, and approaching thumping and rumbling. The closer the noise came, the more the floor shook, and Sinja realised he must have called his dragon. Fearfully she stepped back, instinctively moving behind him as the enormous anthracite-scaled beast entered the hall. At least now she knew why the palace was so big. The dragon rider’s back offered her little protection however, as he brought her forward to stand beside him, waiting steady with feet apart for his mount. Sinja cowered at his side, completely transfixed with fear, looking up to the great behemoth before her, and hoped very much the rider had not simply bought her as dragon food. The creature lowered its broad snout to sniff and separate her scent from the filth and zjerta blood, at which moment the man raised his hand holding the electroblade. Without a thought Sinja leapt forward, knocking the electroblade away and standing protectively before the dragon’s snout; only to then realise what she had just done. Staring fearfully at her new master, royal blue and smoky grey met eye to eye, one pair wide with terror, the other more in amazement, but before he could recover from his surprise Sinja threw herself at his feet, clutching to his leg with face to the floor. “Please master, don’t hurt him, I beg of you” she stammered, despite her fear. She did not want to again be witness to how such a proud animal was tortured, even if she was actually terrified by the dragon. She was still on her knees deliberating on how she could actually hold this big, fearsome man back from hurting the creature as she heard the thundering laughter. Sinja looked up, confused, and realised it was the dragon that was laughing; looking down at her and - laughing. Before she could gather her wits she was being held up again by the shoulders; frightened, she let go of her new master's legs and was suddenly standing on her own two feet again. “May I introduce my friend Drakoij?” the dragon rider enquired, trying not to laugh. He was aware that she must be prepared for the worst, and it would take some time before she trusted him, but that she, this tiny little thing, was trying to protect an enormous dragon from - him, a dragon rider; well, it just had to make him smile, especially as it showed her heart was indeed in the right place. “Pleased to make your acquaintance and, um, thank you for trying to protect me” rumbled Drakoij deeply, majestically. “You can talk!” Sinja blurted out, earning another coarse chortle. “Yes, of course I can, though I would be very much obliged if you kept it to yourself. Outside these walls I will not talk, it is far too dangerous” he replied, with an exaggerated wink. Hesitantly Sinja raised her hand to stroke his snout but stopped just before making contact. “Forgive me but, may I touch you? It’s the first time I’ve seen a dragon up close” she asked, in awed respect. For a moment she had forgotten her predicament and the confusing man who had bought her, completely fascinated by the mighty creature. “Yes, please do, I love it, which is why Artyom wanted to greet me that way just now; even when he had the electroblade in his hand, believe me, he would never hurt me” Drakoij clarified, rumbling softly for a dragon. An annoyed sniff made them both look up, just as Sinja was gently stroking the dragon’s snout. “You talk too much old friend” Artyom growled, fortunately not looking seriously annoyed as he said so. The dragon grinned, sniffed curiously at the little nomad again, then leaned toward his rider, whispering “You have made a wise choice. She is not only pretty, and smart, but also has her heart in the right place” but loud enough that Sinja had to be able to hear it. “It pleases me that you are to be one of us now. Should you ever need me, just call, but for now I will leave you two alone” with which he turned his huge bulk around and disappeared again down one of the many corridors. Sinja watched him go with incredulity, but then sensed the dragon rider standing behind her, glancing uncertainly at him over her shoulder. “I’m sorry master, but in front of the gates I saw a man torturing a dragon with an electroblade; I couldn’t bear to see something like that again” she tried to explain. Instead of answering, he laid his hands heavily on her shoulders and turned her around to face him. His eyes drilled into hers, and he simply held her, seeming to be trying to read her. He finally let go and gently removed the iron collar, throwing it heedlessly into a corner as if repelled by such restraint. Still he did not speak, unsettling her again, but she had herself under control and met his gaze fearlessly. He slowly raised his hands to her neck, his fingers delicately gliding over the chaffed areas while reciting a strange chant, gently touching each wound, and Sinja could feel how the skin closed. Then he did the same with the broken skin on her wrists and ankles. With a flash she realised he was a healer, but that just wasn’t possible. Dragon riders were always warriors, and not capable of magic, at least that was what she had learnt, but then, how should she know? Up to now she’d never met a dragon, or its rider. “You’re a healer” she whispered in amazement. Artyom gently raised a finger to his lips, staring intently back at her, whispered softly “Not everything has to be spoken aloud.” Sinja nodded understandingly, making a mental note to guard his secrets as if they were her own, wanting to give him no reason to sell her again. “There is someone else I want you to meet” he said, and let out a shrill whistle. She looked around nervously, but it was impossible to keep an eye on all the corridors. A chrischnik suddenly appeared lithely from a corridor to her left, striding majestically toward the dragon rider without the slightest sound. Sinja again felt the urge to run away, a chrischnik was a very dangerous predator, and she had lost quite a few yakutas to these hunters, and yet she couldn’t help but admire his beautiful coat, glistening in the torchlight. He had the typical dark blue and silver stripes to disguise himself perfectly at night on the steppe; at the moment he had his claws drawn in, and his tail twitched just a little restlessly as he padded unhesitatingly to his master. Afraid, Sinja clung to Artyom’s cape, not letting the huge carnivore out of her sight. This specimen came up to her waist, average for a chrischnik, but it was fascinating to see him up so close. “This is Mika; I saved him as a kit from his owner, who wanted to drown him” her master related softly. Yet another facet to this dragon rider she had not expected, her respect for the man was growing by the minute. Mika had now reached his master, nuzzling his big head against Artyom’s legs, almost pushing him over. “Slow down boy” he greeted Mika with a smile, scratching him extensively behind the ears. “Say hello to your new mistress” he whispered to the animal, which immediately turned to Sinja. She looked with incredulous doubt at the pair, unable to make the slightest movement. Rooted to the spot, she simply stood as the chrischnik turned to look toward her through eyes flickering green in the torchlight. His gaze was curious, but not aggressive, and she lost some of her fear. With a faint whimper the chrischnik licked her hand; Sinja winced fearfully, and retreated a step. “He will not hurt you” sounded Artyom’s voice. Sinja looked at him, trembling, and swallowed, hard. “Mika, you can see she is afraid of you. Give her a couple of days, then she will play with you” the dragon rider admonished. Hanging his head, the animal turned and disappeared again down one of the corridors. Only now could the little nomad stop shaking, and looked gratefully up to her master. “Thank you master, I was really afraid of him” she whispered, cowering. “You will get used to him; he is actually just a big smooch” Artyom predicted with an almost imperceptible smile. “Come, let me show you to your room” he suddenly exclaimed, offering her his hand. Another surprise, as she hadn’t expected a separate room; with a little hesitation she took his hand and he pulled her for a brief moment to him, his bare arms closing around her and she realised it felt, strangely, reassuring. Far too quickly he let her go again, intertwining his fingers with hers, and turned toward the stairs climbing up directly before them. They went up past several doors until he stopped and opened a room for them. Courteously, he let ladies go first. “This is your room for the time being, where you can have some space” he informed her. She had expected many things, but never such a beautiful room, and all to herself? She entered, astonished, doing a little turn on the spot. Against the back wall was a big, white, four-poster bed with matching canopy, and bedside table in the same white, with light blue ornaments matching those on the bed frame; a wardrobe and desk with chair completing the furnishings. It was a corner room, and so there were windows looking out onto the city, and others onto the steppe over the first rocks of the mountains. “Should you need anything, just let me know” boomed Artyom, and left her alone in her tiny empire.  Chapter 2 - Palace of the Dragon Rider  Sinja could not believe her luck; she had never had such a room, particularly not travelling with her family over the steppe. Tears came to her eyes as her thoughts moved in that direction, realising it was actually just a gilded cage, and she would never be free again. The images of her slain relatives also tortured her repeatedly. She looked thoroughly around the room to distract herself, and discovered there was even a balcony. Delighted she tried to open the door, but it was locked. She sank gloomily into the chair and tried to control her tears. Crying would get her nowhere, no matter how miserable she felt, and she had been lucky, or at least so it seemed at the moment. Tired, she put her head in her hands and wondered what to do next. Her master definitely expected something from her, she just didn’t know what. She looked around the room again uncertainly, would have liked to settle into the white bed sheets and just fall asleep, but she was still completely covered in filth. She glanced around searching, and noticed another door. Curious, she stood and pushed the handle, relieved to find the door opened easily. Behind was a bathroom with a large tub, double washbasin, and even a toilet. Sinja had never known such luxury before, but she would still have liked to turn back time, were it only possible. She wondered for a moment whether her new master would be very angry if she used the tub, on the way to the city they had beaten into her that she was worthless, with corresponding lack of rights. Sinja was still staring longingly at the bathtub when the opposite door opened and in walked Artyom. He looked at her with surprise, and gestured welcomingly toward the tub, which had already been filled with warm water. “You go first” he offered politely. “No master, that’s not right” she immediately blocked, “I’ll go to the other slaves and wash myself there, if you don’t mind.” With a single long stride he was by her, and carefully took her wrist. “Stay here” he ordered, firmly. Sinja acknowledged, bowing her head instantly and allowed herself to be drawn further into the bathroom. He stopped in front of a cabinet and opened the doors. “You will find everything you need in here” he informed her. Besides towels, she was amazed to see a multitude of soaps. The art of soap making was highly prized, and a bar of soap was correspondingly precious. She realised once again that her master really must have a lot of money, which in turn meant he must be in the ruler’s favour, as he could only get such wealth from there. He took her firmly under the chin and turned her to look at him. “You will use it, and when you are done, come to my bedroom” he ordered coldly. Intimidated, she nodded, and wanted to turn to the bath, but instead turned back to him. “But master, where is your room?” she asked uncertainly. Without averting his gaze, he pointed to the door through which he had come. “Thank you master” she muttered and went finally over to the tub, not noticing as Artyom left the room. Completely confused by his behaviour, she had completely forgotten to take what she needed. She turned quickly back again to choose one of the soaps. Among the many bars she found one with the scent of the Rose of the Steppe; this flower blossomed only once in five years, exuding a beguiling scent which awakened a longing for love in any human being. At least, that’s what the sages had said. She herself had only seen such a flower once. It had been a special kind of experience, the moon beaming turquoise over the steppe as the rose opened its blossoms. The outer leaves were so deeply red they looked almost black, but she had immediately noticed the inner petals, golden, and glowing; the entire flower was lit up from inside. Sinja became lost in thought in the bathroom, remembering that wonderful night, but then forced herself back to the present. She did not want to annoy her master by keeping him waiting. With forethought, she laid out a bath towel, then quickly climbed into the hot water and scrubbed the dirt from her skin, also washing her long jet black hair until it squeaked cleanly between her fingers. With slight regret, she left the tub, wrapped herself in the towel, and took another to wrap around her hair. She put the soap carefully back in the cabinet and looked for a bucket to empty the tub. Finding nothing, she shrugged her shoulders; the dragon rider would surely not kill her because she had found no way to dispose of the dirty water. She looked with disgust at her clothes, still sullied by the blood of the zjerta, stinking terribly, with many rips and stains. It was of course not an option to ask her new master for new clothes, but she decided it was probably better to ask permission first before she washed them. He seemed to be fair, with some compassion, at least, as far as she could tell, but she still didn’t know what he intended to do with her. Sinja quickly towelled her hair, so well it was soon already dry, then wiped over her footsteps with the damp towel and hung it up to dry; she would wash it later together with her things, if she was allowed. With heart pounding and knees weak she ran timidly to the door through which her master had gone, and knocked. A dark “come in” rang out, and she needed all her courage to obey the command, but there was no other option, so she opened the door, took two steps into the room, and stood with head bowed, wanting at this crucial moment to do everything right, not even attempting to look around the room. Sinja stood there for some time, shifting her weight uncertainly from one leg to the other, not daring to look up, but nothing happened. Artyom was sitting on his bed, watching the lovely creature who had immediately caught his eye in the slave tent. He had already stripped off his boots, cloak and pants. “You will get tired if you just keep standing there” he observed coolly. “But I don’t know what you expect from me master” Sinja stammered. A quiet grunt made her wince; it seemed her reply had annoyed him. “Come here, I am not going to eat you” he commanded impatiently. She immediately started shuffling toward his voice, nearly stumbling into a stool with her still lowered gaze. “Do us both a favour and take a look around; there is no reason to constantly stare at the floor, unless of course you find the carpet so appealing” Artyom mocked. Sinja gulped and raised her head. She looked around his bedroom and was once again amazed to find it decorated in a bright yellow, radiating joy, which she had not expected from a man with the charisma of an iceberg. She glanced around quickly; desk, chair, bed with cabinet, without taking in the details. Then she looked at him, sitting on his bed in nothing but a pair of narrow briefs, with the chrischnik under his arm. The huge animal was snuggled up to him, and Mika appeared to be rolling his eyes in pleasure from being stroked. Sinja stopped immediately, not daring to go any further. “Please tell me what I should do. I am your willing servant” she managed to get out as she stood before him. Again she heard a faint grunt, and the next moment his powerful arms snaked around her and pulled her onto the bed. She lay transfixed with fear in his arms, hoping the towel wouldn’t slip; her master appeared to have bought her for some rather special tasks. “Why are you not wearing anything?” he enquired. Confused once more, she looked at him with another hard gulp, “I’m sorry master, but my clothes are dirty, and they stink. I beg your permission to wash them. Perhaps you will have the mercy to allow me a little yarn so I may darn them” she whispered, not letting the chrischnik out of her sight. “Sit up and calm down, neither Mika nor I will hurt you” Artyom lorded over her. She obeyed instantly, and sat carefully on the edge of the bed, tightening the towel firmly at the same time. “Of course you can wash your clothes, but unless I am very much mistaken it will not be worth the effort. I will get you some clothes to wear for the time being, and tomorrow we will go to the market shopping” he answered quietly. She looked back at him gratefully, and for the first time he smiled, gleaming white teeth flashing across his darkly tanned face, and in his eyes she saw an amused sparkle. “Thank you master” she whispered. Artyom spoke again, “I want you to recover and get some rest. In public I will treat you as a slave, but here with me you will be in safety” he told her, gently taking her hand and delicately stroking the back, then turned her around and followed the calluses which had formed over the previous days. He looked her longingly in the eyes, and lowered his head to kiss her palm, tenderly stroking the soft skin with his tongue while still holding her with gentle firmness. She desperately tried to pull her fingers away, her heart pounding as she realised she was actually enjoying this tenderness, and far too much; which wasn’t right, and in the end would not bode well for her, but wasn’t he forcing her to accept his caresses? Finally he let go of her, putting his hand over her cheek to delicately stroke with his thumb, and again looked her penetratingly in the eye. The way he was treating her with all this caring affection did not however leave Sinja cold, quite to the contrary; her mind was screaming to keep her distance, but her battered soul desperately needed this closeness. Without consciously thinking, she nestled up to his palm, and closed her eyes. No matter what came next, for that one moment she felt safe and secure. Only when Artyom drew back his hand did she open her eyes again, looking at him questioningly, but he only took her hand once more, laying it on the coat of the chrischnik who immediately turned toward her. Startled, her eyes widened, fear snatching at her throat. “Trust me, he will not hurt you, quite the opposite” her master whispered softly. Without resisting, but still trembling with fear, she allowed him to lead her fingers over the soft fur. She had expected it to be hard and bristly, not soft as silk. She slowly began to relax and looked the beast which appeared so faithful to its master in the eyes. “He likes you” whispered the dragon rider, whom she had momentarily almost forgotten, and only at that moment did she realise he had let go of her hand, and she was stroking Mika all by herself. She stroked tenderly over the chrischnik’s head, and he closed his eyes with a softly satisfied grunt. “He really is quite tame” she realised, astonished. Artyom was watching her with fascination, this tiny thing, stroking his gigantic pet. Immersed in the sight of her, he at first didn’t notice that she had addressed him. “Didn’t you want to bathe, master?” she repeated. Lost in thought, he nodded, and with a light slap drove Mika from the bed. He wanted to talk and set a few little rules, without Mika distracting them. With a low growl the chrischnik obeyed, but it was clear he wasn’t entirely happy about the command. “What is your name?” asked Artyom. “Sinja” she replied immediately, lowering her eyes. His hand took her chin and turned her head to face him. “Forget what they taught you. I want you to look at me when you speak to me, understood?” he ordered calmly. She nodded quickly, but still didn’t know exactly why he had bought her in the first place. “As I said, outside these walls I will treat you as my slave. Not of course that I will punish you or treat you badly, but you will wear special clothes and a collar” he informed her, matter of fact, immediately touching her neck where, after the healing, there were no longer any traces of the iron collar, but the memory of pain and humiliation was nevertheless still fresh. He delicately laid his large hand on her, gently shaking his head. “It will not be a steel shackle that chaffs your skin” he promised, with a tender glint in his eyes. “Here in the palace you can move around freely” he reassured her, and then noticed the scent “Sinja, my little rose of the steppe” but as she nodded, her stomach growled loudly and she instantly blushed. Artyom softly laughed and stood. “Wait here a minute, I will quickly bathe, and then we can go together to the dining room” he instructed. “Please master, I didn’t know where to find a bucket, and so the bath hasn’t been emptied yet” she began, but he only laid a delicate finger over her lips. “Do not worry yourself about it. I have a very capable man who built me a facility to drain the water and also refill the bathtub” he explained, calmingly. For a moment she thought he was joking, but then realised he was completely serious. “I will show you how it works later. At the moment I want you to stay here and wait for me” he instructed calmly. Obediently, she nodded and watched as he left the room. With relief, she lay back and closed her eyes. The mattress seemed wonderfully soft after all the nights spent on the bare ground, and with a quiet sigh, she fell asleep. When he came out of the bathroom Artyom found his slave tightly curled up at the foot of his bed, next to Mika. Smiling, he stood before the bed watching her. It was sad that they had met this way, but fate often took odd paths. He quickly slipped into some fresh clothes and then went down to find some clothes for Sinja. One of the younger slave girls had to have something spare in the right size. He hated the slave trade, but to survive in this society he had no choice but to accept it. However, he could ensure that at least his people were treated with respect and not abused. He regularly bought new slaves at the market, maintaining the persistent rumour that his slaves often fell victim to the dragon, which was precisely the way he wanted it, so no one would ask why he bought so many people. None of the respectable citizens would understand him wanting to avoid a brutal fate for at least a few of the wretches. He finally arrived at the servants rooms, looking indecisive. No one there had anything like the petite figure of his little rose of the steppe. “Can we help you Artyom? Looks like something is bothering you” remarked an older servant woman affably. “I bought a new slave girl and she needs clean clothes, but she is still very young, and very slim” replied their master with a smile. The woman nodded understandingly, then walked away to return shortly with a wrap-around skirt and matching blouse. “This will have to do for now, she can pull the ribbons tightly enough that nothing slips. Underwear is a problem though, unfortunately there’s nothing fittings your description” she explained, handing him the clothes. Artyom thanked her graciously “My thanks Darina, you are a great help.” “If you bring her to me, I’ll measure her up and we can at least sew her a skirt and top in your colours. There’s still plenty of fabric” she reminded him. Artyom nodded, it was important that she wore the colours of his house, they served as protection. “I will bring her to you after dinner” he agreed. Smiling, she watched him go as he made his way back. For the first time he was keeping a female slave with him, and for the first time he hadn’t introduced her to the others, at least not yet. This woman must have made a great impression on him indeed, but Darina only wished the best for her master, who had saved her from rape and abuse. Had he not intervened when her previous owner had beaten her almost to death, things would have been completely different today. Smiling she went she back to her work, she would get to see the new slave girl soon enough. Artyom entered his bedroom with a smile on his face, but then remembered his little nomad had been through hell over the last few days. It would take quite some time before she could trust, or even laugh again. Asleep, she looked so sweet and peaceful, yet he decided to wake her, gently touching her shoulder. “Wake up, rose of the steppe” he whispered. Confused, Sinja opened her eyes and looked at him with terror. “I’m sorry master, I didn’t mean to fall asleep” she stuttered. Her frightened reaction confirmed to him how she had been mistreated, and he shook his head gently. “Not a problem, you can sleep when you are tired. Everything is going to be alright” he calmed her with his dark voice. She was secretly relieved, and looked at him again, this time observantly. He had still not assigned her any task in his household, and she hoped he would not sell her again. “I brought you some clothes, and then we can also have dinner, if you like” he informed her. “Thank you master” she murmured. “Well, get dressed then, I will be waiting down the hall” leaving her thus alone so she could dress in private. Surprised, Sinja watched him as he left, the thought that her owner was behaving more like a host, even a lover, shot through her head, but perhaps he just wanted to soften her up with kindness. The phrase sex slave leapt to mind, but if she was completely honest there were worse things, and maybe with a man like him... She immediately suppressed such thoughts; a man like him certainly had no need to buy a woman for such pleasures. She found dressing a little difficult, as she wasn’t familiar with wrap blouses or this kind of skirt. She fumbled nervously with the straps and hopelessly entangled them, constantly aware that her master was waiting in the hall. At some point his patience would also be at an end and for her first day she had not exactly covered herself in glory. The clothes finally held in place and she stormed barefoot with tousled hair out of the room only to almost stumble over Mika laying directly in front of the door. He jumped up with a low growl, but upon recognising her snuggled his huge head against her legs. Sinja swallowed her fear and stroked him gently on the back, and then went carefully around him. She in no case wanted her master to wait even longer. He was standing in the hall as he had said, and looked toward her. She couldn’t read his eyes, and as he said nothing, she thought he must be angry with her. Quickly she knelt before him and lowered her eyes in the quiet hope of encouraging his mercy, but again he surprised her with his behaviour, taking her by the shoulders and pulling her onto her feet. “Why do you keep doing that?” he inquired. “I kept you waiting, which is not appropriate for a slave. I was hoping to appease you” she answered honestly. Artyom took a deep breath and shook his head again. She didn’t know him, and wasn’t aware that she only made him angry with such gestures. In his opinion, no one had the right to force anyone to their knees. Should she ever voluntarily submit and kneel before him, well, that was entirely a different matter. “You are so tiny, if I do not wish to wait for you, I will just pick you up and take you with me” he replied with a quick smirk. She looked at him terrified, trying to judge whether he was really serious. Unfortunately, the grin was already gone, so Sinja believed he could indeed behave that way. “Let us go to the dining room, I am definitely hungry, and you look as if you were starving” he suggested. He gently turned her round and put an arm around her shoulders. They went together to one of the dark corridors, Sinja allowing herself to be led by her master. Just before they entered the hall, Artyom took a flaming torch from the wall. With the light she could see there were also many rooms here. She wondered whether anyone really needed so many rooms and whether they could ever use them all. She did not of course dare to speak the question aloud. He finally opened a door and she saw that behind it was the kitchen. The four women who worked in this area immediately welcomed their master, but the nomad noticed with further amazement that their tone was pleasant and amicable. Artyom had a kind word for each, then introduced her, saying simply “This is Sinja.” More about her, or how he had acquired her, remained unsaid. However, no one asked either, and the women simply smiled at her and then went back to their work. “Bring us something to eat please” her master asked politely, leaving the kitchen again. He led her back into the dark passage, but put the torch back in the wall bracket and opened the directly adjoining door. “The dining rooms are normally on the upper floors, but I do not like that.” he said, “I would rather enjoy my food warm” and brought them into the dining room. Curiously, Sinja looked around, and was again astonished by the sheer size, as judging from this room her master must often have many guests. There was a huge table, with places for at least twenty people, with matching chairs from a dark wood which even she as a nomad didn’t recognise. This room was also lit by torches, and the walls were hewn directly into the rock of the Iron Mountains. A sideboard in the same dark wood stood at the other end of the dining room, otherwise there was only a connecting door to the kitchen. Artyom led Sinja to the table and indicated a chair, pushing it gallantly beneath her as she sat down. He himself chose to sit beside her, then looked at the clock and smiled; due to his trip to the slave market he was later than usual. They did not have to wait long before the door opened and the servants brought in the food. One servant laid out plates and cutlery, while the others placed platters and bowls on the table. Embarrassed, Sinja stared straight ahead at the table; it was her duty to serve her master, not to be served herself. At least that’s what they had beaten into her. Quite lost in thought remembering her abduction, she didn’t even notice when the women left the room again. Artyom tapped her lightly on the arm and held a plate of juicy pieces of meat under her nose. “You look hungry, you should eat something” he suggested. Hesitantly, she nodded and took a small piece of meat, which already had her mouth watering. Then her master gave her a bowl of potatoes, and another with vegetables. Encouraged, she dug into the rich meal with gusto, especially after the long period where there had been nothing but bread and water. It was delicious, but she had to keep looking at her strange new master who seemed so cold and merciless on the outside. “Everything alright?” inquired Artyom politely as he saw she was looking thoughtfully at him instead of eating. She nodded quickly, gave him a shy smile, and turned to the vegetables on her plate while pondering over whether to simply ask him what her task here was actually meant to be. It certainly didn’t seem as if that would be a problem for him. After a while she summoned all her courage and gently touched him on the upper arm. He was now wearing a kaftan in black, matching pants, and his boots. “May I ask a question?” she began shyly. He nodded casually and looked at her attentively. “What task do you intend for me?” she asked. “I do not yet know, first of all you need to get used to living here” he evaded. She bowed her head back with a sigh and stared at her plate, this uncertainty was indeed disturbing. So far, everything had happened differently to what she had feared, but there had to be a catch somewhere; this man had surely not just bought her for a laugh. When he had finished eating he laid his cutlery to the side, Sinja following his example. She remembered her lesson from the slave traders far too clearly, and would not allow herself to continue eating. Artyom looked at her with a frown, then at her plate. “What is the problem rose of the steppe? You have hardly eaten anything, are you really telling me you are not hungry after the last few days?” he inquired suspiciously. She quickly shook her head, not daring to look at him. “No master, that would be lying, and lying is not my way, but you have finished your meal, so I have no right to eat more” she hastily replied. He cursed quietly, those damned bastards had done a good job, and it would take quite some time before he could get her to behave normally. “I remember commanding you to forget those rules. They do not apply here, so do us both a favour and clear your plate” he ordered strictly. She obeyed instantly but rushed so much that she choked. Coughing, with tears in her eyes, she struggled for air. Concerned, he slapped her on the back and handed her a glass of water. “Are you alright?” he asked anxiously, as she began to breath normally again. “Yes, thank you, and, I’m sorry, I’m not actually that clumsy” she mumbled. Without looking back at him she took up her cutlery again to eat more, but he put a hand on her arm. “Please take your time, there is no reason to wolf it down like that. I am not going to take it away again” he reassured her. Embarrassed Sinja nodded, but inwardly cringed, as she had only rushed so he didn’t have to wait for her. Now he not only considered her clumsy, but greedy as well. No wonder he didn’t know what job he wanted to give her. The way she was presenting herself she wasn’t good for anything. She finished her meal rather more moderately, and then collected the dishes together. “May I take them to the kitchen?” she asked softly. “No” her master blocked with an unfriendly tone “that is not your task.” Concerned, she looked down again into her lap, where she folded her fingers together. It was clear he didn’t even want to use her for this simple task if she acted that stupidly. Artyom stood and offered her a hand. “Come along, I am taking you to Darina.” Frightened, she stood and shyly took his hand, which despite everything still gave her courage somehow, but inwardly she was shaking with fear again as she didn’t know who this Darina was. Would he sell her again that quickly? Or was this woman responsible for punishing the slaves? He led them from the dining room, took the torch from the wall again, and clasped her hand in his. Hesitant and fearful she went with him, all the while praying he would at least keep her. Artyom looked thoughtfully down at her a few times, but said nothing, just his thumb tenderly stroking the back of her hand, which confused her even more. They went back into the great hall, and from there he turned right into the next corridor. They walked quite some distance before he opened a door and she saw some servants sewing and mending clothes. “Darina, this is Sinja” he introduced her. The nomad curtsied before the older woman and immediately lowered her head, so she didn’t see how the two exchanged compassionate glances. “It’s alright to look at me dearest, I’m Darina, and I belong to Artyom too, just like you” the servant told her encouragingly. Confused by the friendly manner, Sinja looked up to her questioningly. She could make neither rhyme nor reason of all this, and wished her master would explain this behaviour to her. She pushed the thought quickly aside; he didn’t have to tell her anything. “Come over here Sinja, and I’ll take your measurements so we can sew you some clothes in our house colours” the seamstress explained. Artyom let go of her hand and she took two steps into the room. Darina asked her to raise her arms, turn, and stretch, noting down everything she needed. This surprised the little nomad as her master had said he wanted to buy her clothes on the market. She raised her eyebrows at him questioningly; she didn’t understand anything about this place. Seeing her perplexed expression Artyom explained; “You need clothes in my house colours; they will protect you if you leave these walls. No one would dare to touch my property. However, tomorrow we will get some other clothes, underwear and fabrics, but here among us it is not necessary to wear the uniform of a slave.” Darina grinned broadly, it was just as she had thought, her master saw something special in the little one. Now he only had to take away her distrust. “Think you can find the way back alone? I have work to do” he stated in a tone which tolerated no dissent. Sinja nodded obediently although she was not actually sure at all, but could probably ask for directions. Artyom disappeared so quickly she had the impression he could no longer tolerate her presence. Concerned, she bowed her head and sighed softly. “Don’t take it personally, our master has his own story” comforted Darina. Sinja raised a smile, and looked inquisitively at the older woman. “Can you tell me something about him? He hasn’t assigned me a task, and I’m afraid he’s already regretting his purchase and will sell me again” she said, pouring out her heart to the seamstress, who laughed out loud and briefly hugged the little nomad against her motherly form. “Your fears are totally unfounded dearest. So far he hasn’t sold or sent anyone away” the older slave explained calmingly. “I won’t say much about him because I know he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like anyone gossiping about him, but if you could trust him just a little bit, it would help you both” Darina advised thoughtfully. Sinja took a deep breath, her sad eyes filling with tears, which she frantically tried to blink away. She felt completely lost, as if on stage in a play where everyone knew their lines; except her. Once again, the elderly woman hugged Sinja against her, and winked encouragingly. “Maybe you should look around a bit, or go and talk to Drakoij. He has introduced you to his dragon, hasn’t he?” she asked. The nomad nodded quickly, said goodbye, and made her way back to the great hall. With surprise she found her master had left the torch there for her so she could find her way more easily. In the hall she called softly for Drakoij and waited to see whether he would come to her, as he had promised. It didn’t take long before he trundled out from a hallway left of the steps, sniffed, and winked. “What I can do for you little one?” he asked, as softly as a dragon could. Sinja shrugged her shoulders with a sigh, looking up to him helplessly. Before she could formulate a response, the huge animal gestured with his sizeable head to the passage from which he had appeared. “Just come along with me, and then we can talk in peace. Artyom surely has his nose in his papers again; he will not be needing you” the dragon suggested. She looked at him gratefully with a little nod. Drakoij turned himself around to go back to his den, Sinja following him at some distance, not to be accidentally knocked aside by his long swishing tail. She peered carefully into the completely dark corridor, and hoped she wouldn’t walk into a wall, but at that moment a stream of flame burst brightly forth from his maw, and lit all the torches mounted along the walls of the passage. Sinja yelped, startled, but then gave Drakoij a smile and followed him. She was curious, as apart from the many myths, she didn’t know how dragons actually lived; up to now she had believed they either lived in a cave, or some kind of stable. They went along a stretch of passageway, which expanded into a hall-like room. There was a sooty black fireplace, some chairs, and a rather large lounger, which the dragon laid himself onto. “Please, take a seat” he asked politely. Carefully, she followed his suggestion, only to sigh once more. “May I ask your name?” enquired Drakoij cordially. “Of course, I’m Sinja. Sorry, but I’m so confused I forget the simplest things” she added quickly. “Sinja, such a pretty name, and an even more beautiful girl” muttered the dragon deeply as he looked at her. “I see Artyom has removed that horrible collar, and also taken care of your wounds” he stated matter-of-factly. “Yes, only I don’t get it. As a slave I’m not worth him wasting his powers on me” she whispered. The dragon’s heavy laughter echoed through the room as he shook his huge head. “That is only what those brutes beat into you; you should quickly forget about all that. A beautiful woman with such feelings as you is definitely not worthless” Drakoij comforted her. “But I am a slave, and he is my owner. I don’t know my way in his world, and I’ve never been in a city before. I feel completely alone, and ignorant” she admitted with heavy heart. This the dragon understood only too well, and made a mental note to speak with his master so he would take a little more care of his little one. On the other hand, he was convinced Artyom would indeed do just that over the next few days, he just had to find a way to sort out his own feelings. “You will get used to this place quickly, and there are no slaves in this palace. Artyom treats everyone equally, and no one has to suffer. He would not want you to feel like a slave” the dragon told her. She looked at him amazed, with eyebrows raised. “But then why does he buy the people if he doesn’t want to keep them as slaves?” she enquired curiously. “Can you not answer that for yourself? He is not able to stand against the laws of the ruler, only in this way can he help at least some people to lead a reasonably normal life” came the reply. Sinja nodded understandingly, and gave the dragon a pleading look. “Please, tell me more about him. It’s difficult for me to weigh him up, and I don’t know what he expects of me” she begged. Drakoij studied her for a moment before slowly shaking his head. “I am sorry little one, but I cannot and will not go behind his back in such a way. He must tell his story himself, as well as what he intends to do with you. There is no need to be afraid, he is patient, and fair. He will definitely not sell you, or send you away, that much I can even promise” stated the dragon, trying to allay her fears. This was not what she had hoped for, but the assurance from the dragon helped to calm her down. At least she did not have to fear an awful fate, but again the thought crept up that he hadn’t bought a virgin for nothing. “Is the master bound to a woman?” she dared to ask. Drakoij laughed again. “No, he is not, but that could change if you learn to trust him” he replied with a wink. Trust was something she had forgotten, and she didn’t know how she could do that, the way she had been torn from her former life also left no way for her to get her nightmares under control. “Give yourself some time, and him too” the dragon advised. She nodded slowly, but smiled at him sadly. “Thank you for your consideration” she said as she got up to leave, but at that moment she heard Artyom calling his friend. “Please, stay a moment” her host requested. “Artyom, come over, I am in here” Drakoij replied to the call of his master. Shortly afterwards the dragon rider entered the room and, relieved, looked at Sinja, who immediately leapt up. “I’m sorry master, I will leave immediately, I did not want to keep him from his duties” she stuttered and turned toward the exit, but before she could take a step Artyom grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. He looked her over inquisitively, saw the sadness in her eyes and felt how she was quaking with fear. “I was looking for you, not for Drakoij” he explained softly. Sinja’s heart pounded even faster and she gulped in fear. They had made absolutely clear to her what would happen if she was not constantly available to her master. “Please, I didn’t know that you needed me. I just felt alone” she managed to get out. Her master simply lifted her from the ground in his arms and sat down with her together in one of the comfortable chairs, positioning her on his lap and holding her in a gentle embrace. “Calm down, my little rose of the steppe, everything is going to be alright. I was only worried you had perhaps got lost when I did not find you in your room” he assured her. She looked at him in amazement again, all the while being very aware of his close proximity. She felt the warmth of his body through her clothing germinating a feeling of security in her again. “I told you he will not sell you; - my little rose of the steppe” muttered Drakoij, grinning at Artyom, who looked back at him questioningly, but the dragon only shook his head. He would speak with Artyom later. “It is getting late, and you must be tired after a busy day. Come, I will take you to your room” her master ordered. She wanted to obediently slip down from his lap, but he held her firmly, carrying her from Drakoij’s den and up the stairs. Only as he was standing before her bed did he put her down, looking deeply into royal blue eyes, whispering “Have no fear, I take very good care of my property.” Embarrassed, she nodded and bowed her head; at the moment everything was just too confusing. Artyom kissed her on the forehead, and left her alone in her room. Wearily, she untangled the clothes from her body, carefully laid them together, and fell into bed. A glance through the window revealed the moon already beaming turquoise rays over the land. She had not noticed how quickly time had passed, and before she could conjecture any further, she fell asleep, still exhausted. Chapter 3 - Confused Feelings  Sinja stared into the darkness. She had heard a noise, but could see absolutely nothing. A fire suddenly lit up and she recognised the burning red pupils of a zjerta, approaching her with a sickening grin, and carrying her father’s head in his claw-like fingers as a trophy. His stench enveloped her, his other claw reaching out for her. She screamed in terror, flailing about, defending herself as best she could. Artyom’s voice sounded in her dream, and she woke up drenched in sweat, her heart racing, looking directly into the face of her master. He was kneeling over her, holding her arms together above her head with one hand, pressing her into the mattress with his weight, while tenderly stroking her cheek with the other. “It is only a dream” he calmed quietly. She looked at him completely distraught, remembering the dream and a shudder of fear shook through her. The dragon rider slowly let her hands go, climbing down from her and the bed, but as he stood she reached timidly for his hand. “Please master, stay awhile” she whispered fearfully. The moon lit the room in turquoise, providing enough light for her to see his concerned expression. He nodded, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking worried. “Would you like to tell me about the dream? It would be good for you” he offered affectionately, she only shaking her head with a forced smile. “No master, I do not want to burden you” she declined quietly. She would have gladly told him about her nightmares and sought his advice on how she could sleep normally again, but she unfortunately didn’t dare. “Please little one, it really is no problem, and perhaps it will help you” he replied calmly, gently stroking her cheek again, lending her a feeling of closeness. “It’s always the same dream. I stare into the darkness and see nothing, absolutely nothing. Then the glowing eye of a zjerta emerges from the darkness, and he’s holding my father’s head in his hand” she managed to get out, the tears running down her cheeks. “He reaches out for me, and I have the dead face of my daddy right before my eyes” she sobbed, before breaking off. Artyom pulled her gently onto his lap, wrapping both arms around her and holding her head to his bare chest, rocking her back and forth like a small child. “I will not let anyone hurt you” he whispered into her ear. She clung to him, trembling with the tears. So far she had been strong, suppressing her feelings, but right now, at this early hour, she just couldn’t take it anymore, the experiences of the last few days breaking powerfully over her as a torrent of tears, the fear, the sorrow, and the anger all coming forcibly to the surface, while her master held her pressed closely to him. “Cry your eyes out, it will do you good” he murmured, reassuringly stroking her back, with her tears running down his chest as she desperately clung to him. It was quite some time before she lifted her head to look up to him from swollen eyes. “I’m sorry” she began, but Artyom put a finger delicately to her lips. “There is no need to be sorry. I am here for you” he promised her softly. Before she could say anything, he stood, with Sinja still in his arms, and carried her through the bathroom to his own bedroom, putting her carefully down on the bed and pulling the blanket from underneath to cover her. “Tonight, I will take care of you, rose of the steppe” he assured her. She nodded, relieved, and shortly afterwards he slipped under the covers, holding her against him again. Here, feeling him close by her, she felt safe again. His hands brushed gently down over her bare back, but she did not for a second realise she was lying completely naked in his arms, only becoming aware of it as she felt his hardness beginning to press against her naked belly. Sinja tried to gradually squirm from his embrace and put some distance between their bodies, but his arms were firmly snaked around her, easily keeping her in place. “Have no fear little one, I can absolutely control myself if I want to” whispered Artyom. “I’m sorry master, I didn’t mean to seduce you, but I have no gown, and no underwear” she whispered back in shame. A quiet chuckle reassured her and, relieved, she snuggled back into his arms where she felt so safe and secure. “You do not need to be naked to seduce me” he said, somehow distantly, miles away in thought. She wondered what she could answer to that; or, rather go back to her own bed? Then she felt his warm hands gently holding her head before he tenderly kissed her, his lips brushing questioningly over hers, and sensing no resistance he licked tenderly into the corner of her mouth. The tension of arousal was mounting inside Sinja, and she closed her eyes, trembling. As his tongue stroked her lips again, they parted slightly in response. Her master followed her invitation immediately, carefully sliding his tongue over her teeth, savouring her flavour, his tenderness igniting a veritable inferno of feelings within her, his tongue challenging hers to a twisting duel she gladly accepted, passionately pressing herself against him, excited now by the feel of his cool, bare skin directly against her own, no longer afraid of his hardness, quite the contrary. Without ending the kiss, he let go of her head and put a hand around to support the back of her neck, holding her as he continued the passionate kissing. The fingers of his other hand slid down her back, brushing over her firm behind, then back up again. As if with a mind of their own Sinja’s arms wrapped themselves around his neck as she warmly returned his intimate kiss. Artyom let go, completely out of breath, leaning on one elbow to look down at her. “Look at me, little rose of the steppe” he uttered huskily. She opened her eyes, and immediately the uncertainty came back, along with the fear. He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, his gaze plunging deeply beyond her pupils, as if reading her soul, then gently smiled, murmuring “let us get some sleep, it is much too early in the morning for anything else.” He put his arms tenderly around her again, but this time only to comfort her as she fell asleep. Sinja struggled briefly but uncomfortably with her own arousal before her eyes closed and she indeed drifted into a deep, reassured slumber. The next morning she woke to the sound of purring resounding loudly in her ear. Opening her eyes rather slowly and curiously, she was directly facing Mika, who had nestled closely up against her. She saw with a moment’s regret that Artyom was already up, and with a blistering shock it occurred to her that it was not proper for a slave to sleep longer than her master, but then also remembered the previous night, and how affectionate he had been. This man kept confusing her more and more, on one hand he appeared cold and aloof, but then again on the other he behaved so tenderly caring. Smiling, she tried to push Mika away, who was now enthusiastically licking her face. For a moment she did not begrudge him, scratching thoroughly behind his ears before casting the covers aside and quickly getting up to scurry to the bathroom and wash, only to run directly into Artyom, who was about to return to his bedroom. “Excuse me master” she muttered, lowering her eyes, this gesture however angering him again; the slave traders had succeeded in transforming her into a mindless puppet, and he couldn’t prevent himself from frowning. “No need to apologise, it is not a problem” he snapped impatiently. Startled, she took a step back and wondered what she could have done for him to now respond in such a manner. He must surely be annoyed because she had behaved so childishly last night, or because they had slept for so long. “Wash yourself and wait for me in your room. Once my work is done, we will go into the city” he prescribed coldly, already almost out of the room. Stunned, she stared at the closed door, completely unable to figure it out. Last night he had treated her so tenderly, and comforted her, and she remembered his promise to protect her. With a sigh she went to the closet and took out soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, and towel, washed thoroughly, and brushed her teeth. When she was done she put everything back in place, dried the washbasin she had used with the towel, and hung it over the edge. She looked around uncertainly again, but still found nothing with which she could properly clean the bathroom, so she went to her room, put on the clothes from the previous day again, and sat on the bed to wait. There was nothing to do, and the inactivity tested her, but her master had clearly said she should wait for him. Her stomach growled, and she hoped Artyom would find time for her soon. Artyom finally opened the door to her room and stepped inside. On this day he was again wearing the attire of a dragon rider, the black pants fitting closely over his legs and rear, leather boots, and the pauldrons over his shoulders to which his cloak was fastened. He looked at her for a moment, then held out a hand. “Come here, little one” he said softly. She looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to fathom what kind of mood he was in this time, before taking his hand and letting herself be helped up. He pulled her to him, his arms wrapping protectively around her, and she immediately felt the security no one had been able to give her, until now. “I am sorry I let my anger out on you. You are not to blame, I was just so angry that those slavers have broken your will” he said quietly, resting his chin on her head. She had expected many things, but not that he would apologise. Nothing fit into the picture these brutal men had beaten into her. She sighed softly, but her stomach growled loudly. Artyom looked at her with surprise. “Have you not had any breakfast?” he asked, lifting her chin with the back of his hand. She shook her head timidly. “No master, you ordered me to stay in my room and wait for you” she reminded him, a little intimidated. “That is not the way I meant it, it was not meant to be punishment” he muttered. Sinja looked at him in wonder; that he felt guilty because she had misunderstood his command? “It’s nothing, master, I can go without breakfast, besides, it was all my own fault because I obviously misunderstood you” attempting to take the blame. “No little one, it is my fault, I was not thinking because I was angry with the slave traders, and I am sorry it came out on you; I apologise for that. I did not intend to make you go hungry. Come, let us get you something to eat first” he said, releasing her from his embrace, taking her hand and leading her from the room into the hall where they had eaten the day before, courteously adjusting her chair before disappearing through the connecting door to the kitchen. Sinja sat waiting a while before he came back carrying a tray, and laid everything required for a stately breakfast on the table before her. “Please help yourself and - please, take your time” he pronounced amicably. Sinja gave him a smile, but this time her eyes smiled too, and it was like sunrise in the room. Happy not to have upset him, Sinja took her pick from the delicious spread, choosing two small pancakes with syrup and a muffin with chocolate chips. She ate with relish, savouring every bite; with the nomads she had rarely known such a rich breakfast, but apart from anything else, the pancakes were simply delicious. She looked up to him gratefully, satisfied, and put the things back on the tray. “Let me just take this back to the kitchen, then Darina is waiting for us; your new clothes in my colours are ready” he told her, Sinja nodding shyly, as in her eyes it was not right that another woman should sew clothes for her, but before she could think any more about it he was back at the table, gallantly offering his hand and pulling back her chair as she stood. Again he led them through the corridors, his fingers intertwined with hers, this tender gesture alone taking away much of her fear. Darina greeted them cheerfully, and immediately rushed into an adjoining room to get the clothes. “Sinja, try them on please, so I can see if anything needs altering” she requested. The dragon rider released Sinja’s hand with an encouraging nod, but the nomad just looked around, as she was wearing nothing under her current clothes, and was embarrassed to so present herself, despite her master holding her naked in his arms last night. With the same realisation, a gleeful grin crossed Artyom’s face, but disappeared again so quickly she wasn’t sure she hadn’t imagined it, and with a resigned sigh she reached for the straps which held her blouse, but was gently restrained. “Go to the next room, Darina will help you” ordered her master, the grin now clearly apparent. Sinja went into the adjoining room together with the older woman to change. The other slave looked her over, inspecting, nodding in satisfaction. “Fits like a glove darling, we don’t need to alter anything” declared Darina softly. “Thank you very much, but I really could have sewn it myself, please let me know beforehand next time” Sinja requested. The seamstress shook her head indignantly. “That’s completely out of the question as long as the master has assigned this task to me; and as far as I can see, he won’t be giving you any servant’s tasks” the seamstress replied, with a wink. The nomad had been afraid of something like that, but tried not to let it show, quickly putting her skirt and blouse over her arm and walking quickly with Darina back to their master. Artyom looked her over closely, and also nodded in equal satisfaction. “You have it just right Darina, for which you have my thanks. We are going to the market, is there anything you need?” he enquired kindly. The older woman pondered a moment before shaking her head. “No, we have everything, and besides, you’re so generous, if there is anything we can just go and get it ourselves” Darina replied with a smile. Sinja looked at the floor, so she was the only one who was not allowed to leave the palace. The realisation struck her hard; didn’t he believe she would keep her word? Did he think she would be so crazy to as to run away into the hands of a zjerta or, even a dugie? Artyom brought her back to his bedroom and put a black, leather collar on her. It sidled delicately around her neck, but strengthened her gloomy suspicions; so far she had not seen anyone else wearing such a restraint. She struggled with her concerns as they made their way to the market, going barefoot with lowered gaze beside her master, who had taken her hand again. Tenderly he helped her into the waiting sedan, then climbed in after her and closed the door. As they began to move, he took her under her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes. “If I remember correctly, I ordered you to forget the behaviour that was beaten into you and look me in the face” he reminded her, gently. “Yes master, only it’s unfortunately not that easy” she admitted. Again he gazed at her so intently that Sinja wondered whether he really could read her mind. “I cannot allow lies. Do not think there is no punishment in my house” he warned her quietly. “But I’m not aware of any guilt, master” Sinja replied, but her cheeks turned treacherously red. “So you want to tell me you did not look at me because that is what you have been taught? There was no other reason?” Artyom delved deeper. Embarrassed, she tried to avoid his gaze, but he held her chin adamantly. “Tell me” he demanded, hard. “When Darina told you nothing was needed because she could buy anything herself, I realised I’m the only one who’s imprisoned here” she exclaimed sadly. Laughing softly Artyom closed his eyes and shook his head, looking back to her a second later. “You are not a prisoner, and you can also leave the palace, however, only when you know the rules. At the moment it is simply too dangerous for you to go out alone without an escort” her master explained quietly. He let go of her chin and instead carefully put a hand on her cheek. Seeking security she snuggled into his warm fingers; this innocent tenderness was immensely beneficial for her tortured soul. “Please master, may I ask something, even if it may sound ungrateful?” she asked as he took his hand away again. “You may ask me anything you like” he encouraged. “Why is the balcony door in my room locked?” she enquired. “I would be so happy to get a little fresh air now and then.” “That is also for your safety. Today we will buy some veils; on the balcony you can be seen by the citizens, and they will not accept a slave being there, even a concubine cannot show themselves in such a way, that is reserved, and only for a wife” he said, looking at her quite earnestly. Sinja nodded understandingly, but widened her eyes a moment later at the thought. He was granting her the rights of a wife, but she could never hold that position. “Let us change the subject. You just lied to me and I cannot accept that” he informed her. She immediately went pale and swallowed hard, and had to take a deep breath. “You hold all rights over me, and it is also true that I didn’t tell the truth so as not to annoy you” she admitted bravely. A faint smirk crossed his face, revealing his appreciation. “I am going to have to punish you, but there will be plenty of time for that later. First you have to learn to trust me” he informed her, somehow contradictingly, and his tone brought out goose bumps all over her, but not however from fear. The sedan was put down and her master carefully helped her from the chair, then took her to the cobbler’s market stall. “How may I serve you today my lord?” asked the shoemaker pleasantly, grinning at Artyom. “Greetings Yegor, all is well with you?” the dragon rider returned the trader’s greeting. “Thanks to your help, we’re fine. The healer has continued to help my wife, and she will return to complete health, for which I stand deeply in your debt” replied the trader with a beaming smile. Artyom dismissed any thanks with a slight shake of the head. “Please Yegor, it is not worth mentioning. I need shoes for Sinja here, a pair matching her current clothing, some elegant shoes she can wear to a ball, and some good solid boots” the dragon rider specified, quickly changing the subject. The shoemaker nodded, beaming at his lord; this job would secure his income for several months. Even though the shoemaker was deeply indebted, Artyom insisted on paying him for the goods. Yegor would have even fought for Artyom; his wife would have died had it not been for him. When he had told Artyom his wife was seriously ill, but lacked the money to pay a healer, Artyom had responded immediately. Without thinking of his reputation or his own health, he had gone with Yegor to his house, called for a healer, and paid him in advance. “If you sit my lady, then I can fit the desired shoes” the trader requested courteously. Her master nodded to her and she obeyed so the man could do his job. Within a short time the various shoes were fitted, Yegor even taking her preferences into account, Artyom only insisting on black leather for the pair matching the slave’s uniform. When the shoemaker was finished the dragon rider tenderly helped his slave stand up. Fortunately, the shoemaker had suitable goods in stock, and so put them in a bag, which one of the bearers immediately carried off to the sedan. She kept the simple slippers on however, watching the young man with surprise; she had not noticed him until that moment. “Shouldn’t I take the purchases to the sedan myself?” she asked of her master uncertainly, who immediately shook his head. “No, you are not a slave, even if you have to play one for a while. Forget everything those bastards taught you” Artyom whispered to her. Without waiting for an answer he took her hand again and brought them to a market stall displaying various fabrics. Testing, he put a hand over a bale of white silk, then lifted the cloth and laid some of it over her shoulder, doing the same with a bale of pale blue silk. Satisfied, he nodded and sent both bales to the sedan. He still needed a heavy red velvet, some white cotton, various veils, and silver and royal blue satins. The blue satin matched the colour of her eyes perfectly, and would suit her enchantingly. Completely overwhelmed, she looked at the fabrics from which Darina and some other women should sew clothes for her. “Thank you master” she whispered, her expression glowing. Artyom again took her chin, lifting her face until she was looking into his eyes. “I will take my reward later” he muttered huskily. She could see that he had to control himself not to kiss her, and with this realisation she suddenly felt rather hot, with a tingling in her midriff. For a moment she sank into his grey eyes, and the world around her faded away; there was so much tenderness in his eyes Sinja had to catch her breath. “Come, you still need a few other things” he interposed suddenly, destroying the moment of magic. Regretfully he let go of her chin and took her by the hand once more, taking her to a market stall selling underwear where he acquired some practical pieces, but also two delicate ensembles of white lace, which revealed far more than they concealed. Sinja was almost dizzy from the quantities he was buying for her, as well as the amounts he was spending, without even batting an eyelid. She gave him a grateful look and expected they would be going back now, but he was already heading in a different direction. “I know how women appreciate perfumes, creams and soaps” he told her with a wink. “Please master, you’ve already spent so much on me” she pleaded trying to stop him, but Artyom only shook his head. The remaining purchases included two more bars of valuable soap, a flask of heady scent, and a cream which made her skin silky smooth. Sinja stared at the collection, stunned, as she sat back in the sedan. She had not possessed so many things at once in her entire life, and at the moment it felt as if she was in a dream. Artyom sat next to her putting an arm around her shoulders. “It is only a fraction of what I would like to give you, but I think it is enough for one day” he said quietly. She looked at him incredulously; he was behaving more and more like a lover, like a husband. She timidly kissed him on the cheek, whispering “thank you master.” Before she could lean back again his arms snaked around her and pulled her closer to him. “I claim the first instalment right here and now” he whispered, then sank his lips onto hers, his right hand supporting the back of her neck, ensuring she could not evade him as his mouth took possession of hers, the tip of his tongue stroking tenderly over her lips, which parted with a quiet gasp, and he penetrated immediately. A firework of feelings again exploded in her head; her thoughts were swirling, and an involuntary moan of arousal escaped her. His lips pressed down, with his hand still behind her neck, his tongue sliding over hers, teasing, leading, filling her mouth with his taste. She finally gave herself over entirely into his passionate kiss, closing her eyes, immediately feeling him so much more intensely, moaning softly, and “We’re here, master.” The voice of one of the bearers suddenly came through into her consciousness, and reluctantly Artyom moved away from her. Completely out of breath and with heart racing she opened her eyes and looked at him in wonder. Why was he so cold and aloof one moment, and the next so full of tenderness and warmth? Would she ever learn to understand him? The dragon rider smiled at her and opened the door of the sedan; Sinja immediately wanted to gather up the purchases, but he put his hand over hers. “Leave it there, the men will bring the things upstairs for you” he ordered calmly. Sinja obeyed and let him help her down from the sedan. They went into the palace together, where Artyom took her to her room. He studied her intensely, then took off her collar, pulled a key from his pocket, and unlocked the door to the balcony. “Promise me you will wear the veil whenever you go outside” he demanded. “I promise” she replied quickly. Just the thought of at last being able to see the steppe inspired her, eagerly imagining feeling the wind stroking through her hair. She looked longingly toward the open door, but the men had not yet brought her things up to her room. Artyom’s presence was also distinctly clear, he put a hand to her cheek, and looked at her full of desire. She snuggled gently into the palm of his hand, closing her eyes to enjoy the tenderness. Almost violently he suddenly broke loose and retreated a step, startling her. Sinja looked at him fearfully. “Everything is alright, we will spend plenty of time together, but for now we would do better taking care that the seamstresses sew you some different clothes” he suggested quietly. Sinja nodded obediently, threw a last longing glance at the balcony, and followed him. Together they went to Darina, who greeted them quite familiarly. The men had already delivered the rolls of cloth so they could immediately discuss what clothing should be produced from them. Artyom looked through the patterns, selected three and laid them out for Darina, but so that Sinja couldn’t see. “I will leave you two alone, you can manage the rest without me” he told the two women, and next moment was gone. The nomad looked up, frightened again, and wondered what she had again done wrong to make him leave so suddenly. The older servant smiled to herself, she knew precisely that Artyom needed as much time to compose his feelings as his little one. The prospect was thrilling, but she hoped the two would not make it harder than necessary. “What should we conjure up from this white cotton?” inquired Darina as a distraction. Sinja looked at the fabric, and shrugged. “I have no idea what the master has in mind, he chose everything himself” she replied uncertainly. The older woman looked at her with head shaking. “Look at the patterns and then pick what you like, just as he wants you to do, he would otherwise have given precise instructions, believe me.” Sinja smiled at her gratefully for a moment and buried herself in the pictures and fabrics. There were so many she found appealing, and it was hard to choose, but after a few hours everything had been discussed. “You should go to your room now, it’s already late” Darina told her. The nomad gave her a startled look and then ran to her room as fast as her legs would carry her. Completely out of breath, she closed the door behind her, and froze; Artyom was sitting on the bed, watching her. “I’m sorry, master” she stammered, but this time holding his gaze. He tapped suggestively with one hand on the mattress, and she followed his silent command with heart pounding loudly in her head. She sat carefully beside him and looked straight into his eyes, remembering his instructions to forget the lessons of the slave traders. “Do not be afraid rose of the steppe, I heard you running through the hall. What happened?” he asked, concerned. Laughing softly, Sinja now indeed lowered her head, only to immediately look up to him again. “Darina noticed it was getting late, so I ran so as not to annoy you” she replied, still smiling. He watched her in fascination, his gaze seeming to reach down into her soul again. Immediately she became serious once more, and in her eyes the sad shimmer returned. “It is indeed late and you must be hungry. Forgive me for not thinking about it” Artyom offered his apologies quietly, but made no move to get up, instead pulling her gently to him, holding her with those smoky grey eyes in a spell which allowed no resistance. His lips approached hers slowly; only as he kissed her did she close her eyes, trembling. His strong arms held her firmly embraced as he once more took complete possession of her mouth, his hands drawing tenderly over her shoulder blades and gliding down along her spine, sending shivers of excitement through her body. “We really should eat something” he muttered against her lips, but didn’t stop or move away. Sinja surrendered herself to him absolutely, helpless against his tender caresses. At that moment it was no longer possible for to maintain her distrust, her body sidled demandingly up against him as her tongue timidly responded. As he moved away, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I want that sadness in your eyes to disappear, and that is precisely what I will do” he murmured, as if to himself. Artyom let go and gently pushed her away a little, stood, and laid out the various fabrics on the bed. “Before we go to eat, I will explain the meaning of the veils. Lilac is reserved for holidays. On normal days you wear the blue, and the golden veil shows that you have submitted yourself to me” he explained, again with that intensive gaze. His words made her swallow, but she gathered her courage and shrugged her shoulders. “Please master, can you tell me what it means to submit myself?” she asked timidly. Artyom smiled at her, and wondered how he could best explain it to her. In this society there was only patriarchy; it was natural that the woman subjugated herself to the leadership of the man. Often there was also corporal punishment; he however was not an advocate, unless of course it served to heighten lust. “It means you are ready to let me lead you. It shows that you voluntarily belong to me, allow yourself to be educated as I see fit, and submit yourself to me entirely” he explained. “You mean I should give up my opinions, my dreams, and my faith, like a real slave?” she followed up. A smile stretched across his lips again as he stroked a strand of hair from her face. “No, that would not be right. It is more about subordinating your own will to mine. Self-negation can never be good” he answered openly. “It requires your complete faith in me, otherwise, it will not work” he added. She nodded approvingly, but didn’t feel ready to take that step, and so put the golden veil away in her closet; it was just far too early, also putting the lilac one away, as it was just a normal day. “Shall I show you how to wear it?” Artyom offered helpfully. Hesitantly, Sinja agreed, and immediately realised she had fallen into the trap as she saw his eyes suddenly light up. “Then take off your clothes, little rose of the steppe” he commanded huskily. Sinja could have slapped herself for not seeing it coming. If she kept it on, her slave’s uniform would show through the thin golden fabric, negating the point of being hidden under the veil. Blushing, she unbuttoned her blouse, but her fingers were trembling so much it seemed to take forever. She focused on the buttons and didn’t notice her master had moved toward her, only when his hands tenderly pushed hers aside and he opened the last two buttons himself did she lift her head. She stared at him anxiously, his eyes seeming to set her soul alight. Gently, he slid the uniform up over her shoulders, while his fingertips stroked over her skin, the wide sleeves falling back and away by themselves, and her nipples stood out, instantly erect. “So beautiful” he murmured. Tenderly he drew his fingers down her arms to her fingertips and back again. With hands laid on her cheeks he bowed down and kissed her passionately. A misty gaze met him as he released her to open the ribbons of her pants, which immediately slipped down her slim figure. Artyom studied her naked body in wonder; for Sinja it felt as if she could actually feel his gaze, a wave of gooseflesh raising itself across her back and she felt the hairs standing on end as it travelled down her arms. He drew her gently to him, asking “are you cold, little rose?” She quickly shook her head, it felt far more as though she was about to burst into flame. She moved closer into his embrace, not consciously aware of her own reaction. He pressed her closer against himself with one hand, releasing his pauldrons and cloak from his shoulders with the other. Any item of clothing was in the way at the moment. Sinja gently stroked her fingertips across his muscular chest, coaxing a pained groan. His skin felt like soft, smooth leather, the muscles beneath hard and firm. Her breathing became more rapid as she caressed him, her small, petite breasts pressing firmly against him. With a low growl he took her in his arms, carried her over to the bed and laid her gently down. In a moment he was beside her, leaning on one elbow, almost lazily stroking her nipples. Embarrassed, she tried to turn away, but a faint snap from her master made her freeze as she moved. With eyes widened hugely in pleasure she looked back at him while his fingers danced tenderly over her body, carefully stroking over the flatness of her belly, gliding deeper over the mount of Venus, until his fingertips reached her labia. With a broad grin he felt the dampness already wetting her pubic hair. Reluctantly, he tugged at the curling hairs. “We will deal with that later” he determined quietly. Sinja was in no position to form a clear thought and just nodded faintly. His eyes gleamed tenderly, and he held her gaze captive with his as he parted her inner lips, one finger circling within. Sinja bit her lip firmly to prevent herself groaning out loud, the sensations he was arousing were almost too much for her; she thought her blood would boil, it felt so good. Without conscious control her pelvis raised itself against his tantalising touch, her body responding to him with a familiarity as if they had known each other for years. Artyom’s other hand stroked delicately over her nipples as he now sank two fingers deeply into her. Sinja cried out softly in pleasure, at that moment any feelings of hunger or insecurity were forgotten, even the fact that she was still a virgin not entering her mind. For a brief moment Artyom pulled away, Sinja responding with a disappointed sigh. Quickly he pulled her closer to himself so she was lying with her back against his chest, and drew in the rose-tinted scent of her hair with relish while his right hand again moved between her thighs. “Spread your legs for me, rose of the steppe” he whispered softly in her ear. Sinja obeyed, and had to smile as his breath tickled the back of her neck. In this position she could hardly move, but precisely that was driving her arousal to previously unknown heights. Moaning, she turned as he pushed the two fingers deeper into her while his left palm still rubbed gently over her nipples. Her behind was pressing longingly against him, and she felt his growing hardness; at that moment she wished desperately for him to immediately take her virginity. Artyom traced his finger around her clitoris again, until she softly cried out. Skilfully he drove her mercilessly toward a climax, twirling hard now on her nipples, but precisely this slight pain drove Sinja higher, there was no longer any place in her head for clear thought, she could only feel. Her heart was racing, her breathing became irregular, and she groaned under his touch. Feeling his muscular chest against her back engendered a pervading feeling of security in her, and Sinja let herself go. Artyom sensed her entire body tensing, and pinched on her left nipple, releasing her finally into redemption. Sinja first cried out again softly, and then her mind burst open, her body jerking uncontrollably, her abdomen contracting powerfully, and for a moment she could not even breathe, the orgasm overwhelming her, igniting an inferno of fulfilment deeply within her. Gently, her master pulled his fingers from her and held her pressed against him as she experienced this singular zenith, until she snuggled against him, enjoying his warm fingertips gently stroking her, and the security he filled her with at that moment. “Thank you master” she murmured shyly. “You are welcome, my rose of the steppe, but now we really should eat something, and then I will show you how to wear the veil” he pronounced calmly. Immediately she turned in his arms, so she could look him in the face. “You mean, I should go naked to the dining room?” she asked, her eyes widened in horror. Artyom laughed softly and shook his head. “No, you will put on the skirt and blouse Darina gave you. Until your own clothes are ready, that is. The slave’s uniform is only necessary when we leave the palace or have visitors” he said with a grin. “You don’t like the uniform, do you” she exclaimed, astonished. He shrugged his shoulders almost indifferently; it was obvious he didn’t care much for slavery. Sinja already wanted to crawl out of bed as he pulled her into his arms once more. “There are also a few rules you have to follow here in the house” he told her. She looked attentively at him as she was curious as to what rules he might give her. “I command you to wear no underwear, stockings, or shoes; except when you get your period, or when it is too cold to walk barefoot” he added. His slave looked at him with eyes wide; she could clearly feel the desire mounting in her again; just the thought that she was to run around with no underwear resulted in her feeling the first wetness seeping in her crotch again. “There will of course also be days when I want to see you in the enchanting ensemble we bought today, but then only wearing the thin lace underneath” he whispered. Before Sinja could say anything, he gave her a light slap as a signal to stand. “May I bathe, to freshen up?” she asked, abashed. Now she was able to think reasonably clearly once more she was again aware that actually, he had bought her, and she was still nothing more than a slave. “Of course you may” he permitted generously “I will just get dressed, and then we will go and eat.” Within two steps he was at the connecting door, pausing to hold it open for her, and disappeared into his room, pauldrons and cape in hand. Publication Date: February 28th 2016 https://www.bookrix.com/-skydla

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Carl East Short Erotic Tales 1 Publication Date: February 21st 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-carl246

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Natasha Ellington RED RIDES THE HOOD The lucious redheaded Ruby (red) has many to learn. Thanks to those authors who made the books I've read all my life. this is my first books I've made hope you enjoy it. 1 Once upon a time there was a young lady called red, she was very pretty, fair skin with long red hair, she was the type that don't do much but yet she did a lot. Red liked to sleep in late on weekdays, when her mother is not around. Today was not a day to be sleeping late, reds two favorite guys will be coming over soon.   As soon as her men reaches over she grab their hands and led them to her room, she started with the eldest Don, he was a tall thick and strapped man, she gently took don's shaft in her hands and slipped it in her mouth encaving it gently inch by inch she allowed it to enter, this is real pleasure for her. John, don's younger brother is eagerly waiting his turn as he pushes his fingers up her mound and started to move it in a massaging motion.  Red loved the way everything made her feel, she moved in rhythm to john's motions while enjoying the feel of his brother in her mouth. She slowly took don's shaft and slipped it in her mound at the same time taking john's shaft and putting it in her mouth, while enjoying both guys riding her, red didn't notice that her mom came home early, putting away the little groceries she bought. She heard a strange noise coming from red's room and started to make her way over.   Red's in the room enjoying every sensual moment. the gyrations of don, john & red is getting heated as the seconds goes by, red is moving faster, wilder and moaning harder, taking in this feeling she has, everyone is at their climatical point of intoxication. Don took his shaft rubbed it massagingly and let himself go as passionately as he actually felt.  Mama Red opened the door to reds room and couldn't believe her eyes, ' Oh my god, my god! WHAT THE FUCK!!!' said mama red, 'MOM!!' red yelled in astonishment as she looked up, her eyes so wide with surprised it almost filled the moon.   Don & john didn't wait for an invitation, they sprang off the bed & jumped through reds room window. 'What are you doing home so early mom?' red asked, mama red felt her heart beating hard with embarrassment but at the sound of that question she did the only thing in mind and gave red a solid right hook across her face, ' I work so hard to provide for you and this is what you're doing?, I should rip your ass from limb to limb' mama red said.  'Sorry mom! But I love sex, it makes me feel alive.' said red, ' alive! alive! I’ll give you alive!' screamed mama red,  Mama red pranced at red so fast she barely knew what was happening, 'mom, mom please' cried red  'That is it, i am a grown woman, I’m moving out' said red, 'you're only sixteen, that's a damn good idea, I’ve had enough, you're going to your aunt' said mama red,  'I hope she's nothing like you!' red said  Red ran to her room and started packing, eager to leave immediately but as her temper cooled down she anticipated her action and reaction towards her mother the only person she had ever known her whole life, she knew she was wrong but that's something she's not ready to admit. She exit the room and went to her mom and said 'mom I love you no matter what just remember that' and walked out the door without looking back.   Red took that first step out of her mom’s house feeling estrange to this land she has known all her life, as she headed down the long stretch out of her little town a beautiful ruby red convertable pulled up beside her with a gorgeous honey eyed, caramel skinned man sitting in the drivers seat, 'hey beautiful, need a lift' he said, red stared the man in astonishment 'who are you? I never seen you in these parts before!', ' oh, I’m trey, beautiful!! I’m just travelling, trying to find some action. Are you from this town, he said. ‘I used to be, am blowing this boring old dump' red said. 'Nice' trey said, 'I could use some company, wanna join me?'  'Sure' said red.   'Hop on in beautiful' trey said, ' I’ll give you the ride of your life, hope you can handle some excitement', ' we'll just have to see, don't we' said red smiling. 'So what's your name?' trey asked, 'I’m ruby but everyone calls me red' she said. 'RED huh, I like it!' trey said.  'So where are you really headed?' asked trey, 'actually nowhere in particular, furthering my horizon.' answered red, 'cool' said trey' so red, do you drink?'. Red didn't drink but around a fine fox like trey she won’t about to look like a wimp. ‘Yes I do, why do you ask' said red, 'I know a nice little joint at the entrance of the next town, do you wanna have a drink?' said trey, 'yeah, sure' red said uncertainly.   Things were a little quiet on the way to the pub, upon arrival red was surprised, she felt the excitement in her bones a new experience for her and she wanted to take it all in. she was ecstatic with the scenery, trey brought her a cold glass of beer and she stared the contents in the glass, 'are you sure you've drank beer before red?' trey asked. ‘Of course' replied red as she swallowed all the contents quickly, ' wow! You really are a drinker' trey responded in surprised. red looked at him with a very flirty smile mesmerized by those gorgeous honeyed eyes, she wish she could walk up to him and strip those clothes off but can she, she thought to herself, do people do those things in public, I’ve limited myself to my room, she pondered on the thought of sexual satisfaction in public, would it be worth it.  Red thought to herself since she just met the guy she shouldn’t rush into anything she might regret but on the other hand she is already getting liquor into her, we’ll just see how this night might end. After a few drinks red starts to feel really happy. ‘Is a place like this normally this crowded?’ she asked ‘sometimes, don’t worry about the crowd Hun! Do you dance?’ trey said. ‘Yeah’ answer red.  ‘Ok! Let’s hit the floor. Do you wanna?’ trey asked, ‘yes’ red said giggling at his funny dance gestures. They both took the floor and enjoyed themselves divinely. After a couple hours of drinking and rocking the dance floor. Trey decided to rent a motel, they both left the pub and red felt a weird piercing anxiety flooding through her bones, creeping up from her feet making its way up her body passing her heart causing it to beat harder and stopping at her throat causing her to tremble a little making it hard for any word to come out, luckily trey wasn’t noticing her reaction to this feeling. When they reached the motel red asked ‘trey do the rooms normally comes with two beds?’ ‘They should! Why are you afraid to sleep next to me?’ he answered smiling. Red looked at him captivated by his beautiful smile, his luscious cherry pink lips and perfect dimples, it’s like this man jumped out of a fashion catalogue. ‘No, I’ve never shared my bed before, I don’t think I would like it’ red answered. They walked up to the night attendant at the local motel checked the rooms and got an available room. 'only one bed red, do you think you can handle it?’ trey said, ‘for tonight I guess its ok, but no funny business mister’ red said smirking nervously, they entered the room together, trey headed to the bathroom for a quick fresh, red was sitting on the bed pondering if she should join him. She decided to hold off a bit and took a long shower when trey was done, when she was finished she was surprised to see that he was up, ‘your still up I see’ mentioned red, ‘not sleepy, how can I with a beautiful sight like you!’ trey said, ‘ flattery will get you nowhere’ replied red smiling. They sat in the bed, watch a movie then decided to call it a night, later in the night, red had a very familiar feeling, her body was warming up in a way she loved all too much, her heart and mind began racing, too afraid to make the first step she decided to relief herself, while moving her hand down to feel her mound, trey turned to face her, reached over and started to massage her mound and clit in a slow sensual way that red could not refuse. He played with her emotions in a sexual way red could not understand why she was craving more and more. She started moaning and squirming trey then took his shaft and rubbed it against her clit till he felt her wet and slowly slid himself in, red eyes open wide with excitement and she started moaning and groaning harder, moving to match his rhythm. I never knew sex could feel like this she thought to herself, I need more of him and she was getting it.  Red woke up the next day feeling relieved and a little sore,with a huge grin on her face but the knocking at the door woke up her senses, where is trey was the first thought in her mind. That might be him she said to herself trying not to worry. Red went over to the door and opened it, to her disappointment it was the motel manager. ‘Yes sir!’ she said in confusion, ‘what can I do for you?’ ‘Hello, good morning,’ replied the manager, ‘I just wanted to see if you’re ok. And inform you that we offer free meals with your room service.’ ‘Why would you think something would be wrong?’ red asked, ‘well I saw your boyfriend rushed out this morning in such a speed this morning, I thought you were a victim of the old catch and kill, you know some freaks pick up beautiful girls in a bar, have their way and kill the poor unsuspecting female. I see you’re ok so your room is rented for one more night if you still want to stay. sorry to startle you. Bye now’ replied the manager. Red closed the door and went to sit on the bed, tears drizzling down her eyes slowly turning into pouring rain. What an asshole she was thinking, how could he just leave me here, especially after last night? Why did I come out here with him? What the hell was I thinking? Red was starting to miss home more and more as the minutes go by. She then jumped up headed to take a long shower and decided to go for a walk.  A broke single woman should not be locked up in an empty room she confided in herself. Red checked her stuff to see how much money she got. She headed towards the kitchen for a free meal and decided to tour this little town she was in. walking around the small of freeman red was happy yet disappointed. She’s happy that she has new experience, memories but she’s disappointed at how all these thing came to be. Freeman is a beautiful town, the people are joyous, helpful and friendly trey was on her mind, how could he just leave she thought, why would anyone do something like that then she remembered her dad how he just left one day never to came back, that’s men, resulted her answer some just leave. Red looked up to see a big beautiful building a museum. She decided to enter, walking around the museum she heard someone called her name looking around she bumped into Don & john who was running towards her, ‘we missed you, where have you been?’ don said. ‘I got in a fight we moms, you remember’ red replied. ‘Your aunt called, your mom's worrying, have you been here the whole time?’ john asked. ‘yeah, kinda’ said red ‘well we’re on a school trip you can go back with us later if you want.’ ‘ok’ replied red, red turned to leave and don grabbed her hand. ‘ red we understand we were wrong but if you’re ok we still love you, just know that we’re always gonna try to have your back, we grew up together.’ Red smiled, thanked him and walked away. things started to seem a little bit better. Publication Date: December 1st 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-et3afadb58e5565

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Strictly Anonymous Tastefull (A work in progress) Prologue As we drive down this long road, I take in my surroundings and embrace everything that has happened so far this school year. I look back on the memories spent with Sam, my first real boyfriend. Sam and I had been bestfriends since we were in diapers. I always took interest in him but the feeling wasn’t mutual. Until recently,  Sam had changed and grew the courage to ask me out. At first we were lovey dovey until I hit junior year. Sam and I started to look into colleges and the reality being that Sam was graduating this year.  We were in love. All up until last summer when he took was out of state on college visits and I was here. Sam hated Florida because of the hot weather. This weather contributed in his decision for college either in the north New England region like Maine or in Alaska. I however, love this weather and that is why I spent every summer day on the beach either tanning or lifeguarding. The other reason was because of Evan. Evan was my summer fling.  He was also the guy who made me  question my feelings for Sam. And as I snap back to reality, I smile at Evan who is now rubbing the inside of my thigh. I can't help but feel the sensation so I moan. In response to that Evan  finds a reason to pull over. And before I know it, his hands are making their way up my shirt. Carelessly, I take it off to reveal my sexy laced cheetah bra. And with no care in the world, I Start to unbutton my jeans. Just like a switch, he stops. Unlike anything I've seen from him he stops. I put myself out there once and get shut down but for some reason its okay for him to push me? I shrug it off and then I put my shirt on and we continue to drive. Just like that, no explanation, no nothing. Chapter 1 We arrive to Evans parents' country club. From here, we took Evan's yacht to a secluded island where the beach house is. Evans richness was impressive but you couldn't tell the way he lived by looking at him. His sex appeal was obvious. He had devilish green eyes to contradict his angelic short brown hair. As I watch him drive the boat it makes me want him even more. The wind blows through his hair and his shirt blows up to reveal his muscular build. When I snap out of the gaze,  we arrive to what looks like a frat party. "Um, are we lost?" I ask. "No" he replies, "this is it, but I invited a few other people." "a few?!?" I say astonished.   He laughs at my astonishment and shake his head. As we make our way up the path towards the house their our people dancing and hollering everywhere. Surrounding the pool are a group of people. When we make our way towards them the group opens up to reveal three girls completely topless in the pool. “That's Devin”, pointing to the prettiest one who probably has the biggest breasts of the three. She also happens to be the only one giving me a dirty look.  “And these two girls are Audrey and Ari.”  As I looked at the twins I saw that there blonde hair was very long and happened to cover their breasts. Evan then introduces me to his group of friends. Tyler, Blake, Kyle, and Cam all have the same devilish look in their eyes and also have the seductiveness Evan has.  Evan introduces me as  Katara, his girlfriend  Girlfriend.  Evan then explains to me that they also will be staying with us in the beach house and signals them a "see you later". Evan shows me around the house as good as he can and then brings us to to the master suite. "I hope you don't mind that we are sharing a bed.” “it's fine”, I lie. “I just thought it would be just us and more romantic.” Yeah I know, and I'm sorry about that it just that it's summer break! and we'll have some alone time I promise.” I manage to fake a smile and give him a peck on the check. I then change into something more revealing and put my hair down.  As we make our way back to the group of friends I notice that Devin is still topless and still giving me a dirty look. Evan starts to walk off with his friends and I find myself just standing there. "so how do you two know each other? " well we...."it probably happened at a club right?" Devin says cutting me off. “Actually, We met at the beach.” "how cute" she says sarcastically. ”Actually it kinda is” , the twins say in unison. Devin gets out of the pool and stomps off. “Don't mind her, Ari says. She's jealous that your Evan’s girlfriend. He never called her that, Audrey said. “Oh they dated?” “ not really, but something like that” ari says. . "oh, he never mentioned her or then again I didn't know about any of you.” I say. "well you are either pretty damn special or you guys haven't done anything. Devin interrupts. “Um...” I bite my lip. ” Don't tell me you haven't done it! ha,  hey Evan come here,”  she signals. “ So I have just been informed that you haven't screwed her yet. is this true?” Devin! stay out of it! the twins say. “ I’m just curious that the seductive master hasn’t screwed his so called girlfriend yet.” “ It’s none of your damn business Devin. Just stay out of it.” “Tell me, where did you find this slut wannabe, at a church?” Devin asks. “God dammit Devin, you close your mouth as good as you close your legs,”  Evan says in a discouraged tone. After this he grabs my arm and brings me back inside the house. When we go into the bedroom, Evan attempts to explain to me about him and Devin. “ So what was the deal with you two?” I demand. My parents and her parents were close” “Close” isnt very specific to explain you two. Or why they were all  topless in the first place. Its all very complicated.     Complicated?!?  Evan you told me we were going to have a romantic weekend and we arrive to what looks like a frat party, ON top of that you have never mentioned any of these “friends” and why the girls are topless.     I know and Im sorry about that but Its hard to explain. I want to tell you its just too mature.      Are you kidding me right now? Too mature?!? Im the same age as you and have early admissions in an ivy league school im sure I can handle it.    I dont think you understand what the level of maturity its on, its very explicit. I can handle explicit.       Before he can contradict I throw him on the bed and unzip his pants. I lock eyes with him just for a second so he wont tell me to stop. I take off his pants and slide off his hollister baby blue boxers to reveal his penis. I give him oral and it seems to be going good because I cant stop. His penis is like a drug. I lick, suck, and blow. I keep on going and when I get up for air I notice my thong is down to my knees and its his turn to pleasure me. This is better than anything Ive ever dreamed of. He repeats the common tecniques I did with him but with his tongue hitting all the right places. I moan and cant help myself.I hear myself getting louder and louder and I just dont want to stop.Like a command he continues for a while until I stop him. Im ready to go all the way, I say with a smile, but its not enough.  He tells me to get dressed and to follow him back outside. In some ways Im satified, but he still hasn’t answered my questions. Publication Date: June 12th 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-youngwriter08

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Halua Sex at the beach Alexis is lying on the beach sand and dreams from his beloved girl......he looks into the blue sky of hot sun of Africa and presently there is a shade between the white clouds….he rubs his eyes and looks.whats that. There is not a dream anymore, there is beloved in reality standing infront….oh my god…… She puts off her t-shirt and off her bra without any word…..coz of this view he moans a little and is waiting, what will happen….. She lies down beside of him and gives him a long kiss.hmmmmmmmch. he kisses her back on forehead and chin and cheeks and neck and lips.he presses his lips on hers and enters her lovely mouth with his hot tongue…..he puts his hands at her both shoulders and is pressing them a little…..then his hands go on and feel her soft tits…he moans..oouuh….a small bite he has a wonderful feeling between his thighs. Matilda lays down on her backside as well as Alexis is lying. He goes with his face over her tits and rubs softly his face….how great…… He goes with his mouth to the right nipple and licks it.she is moaning louder.he sucks it and she moans louder.he changes to the other nipple and licks and sucks as well and in time between he squeezes the both tits…oooooohh how great……… But whats that?he feels her hand opening his fly…….oh what a situation. Her hand rubs softly his growing dick.coz its too close she takes him out of fly…..and caresses him soft with love of hands….he moans, ooooh….he wants more…… She goes down with her head and greets little dick Alexis (LA) with a kiss on his hot head. He becomes stiffer and stiffer and a drop comes on top.with a smile she licks him away…….ooooohhh, he moans….its unbelieveable………oooooooh With her lips she goes around him and moves softly up and down…..Alexis is roaring a little coz of the incredible feeling…… He is horny now like a lion and begs her to get up and put hands against a palm tree…….so she does very slow.meanwhile he takes off her slip so that shes totally naked and turns her around. With her backside she is standing at the palmtree and moves like a snake with her thighs… She spreads them and moans a little. Alexis puts off all his clothes till even he is totally naked……. He goes down on his knees and adores the hairy shamelips with a strong breathing.he comes near and sees the lips slightly opening and sees a wet drop falling down…..oooooooh, how horny he now is…… With his tongue he goes near and nearer and licks at first the hard clit and sucks around…..mmmmmmmch….she roars like a sharp cow……ooooo…with his hands he takes her ass-cheeks and caresses them by rubbing meanwhile he is sucking stronger… Her body is shaking more and more and her hands take his head upwards….he kisses stomach and then the big tits and then neck and mouth deeply and presses his dickie against her hot wet cunt…….she moans and presently she cries loud: fuck me Alexis please fuck me now, I’m ready for a hot beat….. Eagerly he take her right leg into his left arm and takes it high…..he enters pussy with the head of the hot dickie…..oooooouuh, he moans... what a feeling……she is moving with her body…..softly he goes deeper and she moans:”how nice my love …go on please please please and come deep and more deep….” Alexis pushes with his dickie deep and strong into her and moves hard and harder and faster She cries:”come come come come my heroe fuck me like hell” When Alexis hears that he fucks her faster and harder and roars so loud, that she puts hand on his mouth…..presently he cries…..I cant go on, I come now and must shoot, I must shooooot, Shooooot you to the moon”…..she cries back: “ come come come come come and shoot me you magic man and send me with your sperm to heaven. He comes and shoooooooooooots and cries and roars and presently she comes as well and moans loudly like a horny cow or female elefant-lady………. They are both on top and have had an orgasm strong like a hurricane……..together. A little tired they go down on sand and smile and kiss each other. the birds are singing and the fish are happy with that, what they have just seen as witnesses…… Publication Date: January 25th 2010 https://www.bookrix.com/-halua.ghost

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J J Lacey Merry Weekday Widows Blue Book Addison still in Progress Chapter 1 Janet a beautiful young woman of twenty-five, was becoming bored and lonely two years into her new life in Australia. Although at first, it had been an exciting adventure, when she and her husband moved to Perth Western Australia. The sun and the beaches' of golden sand had them in a holiday mood, for the first three months after they had arrived. In that time, they had made friends, with couples who like themselves wanted to enjoy life. Janet and John went to many parties, at the homes of their new friends every weekend.   These homes were in an affluent suburb of the city, and Janet wanted to live among them. The homes here were highly prised and had a high price tag to match. When their friends told them of a house for sale, in that area Janet and John went to view it. It was love at first sight for Janet, John was also smitten, and then with much juggling of finances, they were convinced they could afford it. Therefore, it was out of rented accommodation, and into their very one home, and a housewarming party to celebrate with their friendly neighbours.   That had been two years ago, then they had to settle down to earn the money to pay for the carefree life they wanted. Only you had to work hard to do just that, John needed to earn good money to get the things they wanted, and only the best would do. Johns programming job promised to provide that need, but he had to work long hours just too simply keep their dream alive. Not long after they moved in, they realise why they only saw their male friends at the weekends. All four of the men had highly paid occupations with mining companies, and all four flew out to the mines early Monday mornings.   They would return Friday nights and spend the weekend’s home with their wives. Then early on Monday morning would leave the women alone again all week, to have their coffee morning's together and shopping sprees in the city. Then there was the quietly arranged girly night's out, in one of the many nightspots in the city. They invited Janet to join them on their nightly escapades when Bob, Sandra's husband offered John a highly paid job at the mining company he worked at. Only now, John also had to travel to do his programming, and spend many nights away from home and Janet.      Janet now became a weekday widow like her female friends, but at one of their coffee afternoons. Janet queried why they could not move closer to the mines, to be with their husbands. As the others just looked at her, Nicole looked at her mystified saying. "You have got to be joking darling; the mines are in the north of Papua New Guinea. Deep in the tropical rainforest, there is absolutely nothing to do there darling, and the unbearable heat and humidity would kill us! No, I will put up with Simon being away for five days, and enjoy him when he comes home!" She smilingly said, much to the laughter and merriment of the others.       Janet had not known of the location of the mines, nor the conditions that their husbands had to endure to work there. Nicole had voiced the feeling of the other woman, so Janet eagerly accepted their offer to join them on their nightly fun sprees to ease the lonely nights and boredom. Every second Tuesday night, they would spend gaily enjoying themselves at a casino or nightclub. There Janet witnesses her merry friends, openly flirting with waiters and male customers alike.   "You've got to have a little fun or you will go mad," they had told her when she razed an eyebrow at them. She had laughed with them herself when put that way; it was all in harmless fun, wasn’t it! She had to admit that was true, as they always went home together at the end of the night.    Then she herself began to lighten up and enjoy their company, as she continued to go out with them, and over the following months. She secretly enjoys the attention and flattering remarks given to her, by several admirers and one in particular. A little flushed with embarrassment she might be, but it gave her an inner tingling glow, to hear their saucy innuendoes and suggestions. In addition, to having many invites for secretive nights out, from some good-looking young men.   She told them all quite sinisterly, that she was happily married, and she would not do that sort of thing, she only came out at night with her friends. She told it time, and time again, but some were more persistent than others were. These men were the regulars the other woman flirted with, and as they had said, it was all in fun. Janet thought it strange though when the same group of men turned up at each venue they went too. Although it was never the same venue every time, the same men seemed to appear as if they knew.   The woman always used the same familiar private taxi driver to take them out and to pick them up at the end of all their soirees outings. Sandra always arranged all of the outings venues, plus the taxi; she being picked up first and taken home last. Janet thought nothing of it until one Tuesday afternoon when there was a knock on her door, and found Sandra standing there looking a little agitated.   "Hello, Sandra, whatever is the matter?" Janet asked. Expecting to hear of some disaster, she should know about but was shocked instead when Sandra asked. "I need a big discreet favour, Janet, I'm sure you will not let me down darling, I need to borrow your spear bedroom. It's a bit awkward at home at the moment, you see I have the decorators in and Roberto is here for his regular visit."   Janet suddenly realised there was a taxi parked outside, and the driver was the same driver that always drove them into the city and back. Whether for the nights out, lunches or shopping sprees, it was always he. Janet was stunned when now reanalysing the true reason for Sandra's visit, but not knowing what to say, she stepped to one side.   Sandra took this as approval, and beckoned to Roberto to come, and stepped into the house thanking Janet warmly. "Oh thank you, darling, I thought you would be sympatric, you can always count on me if you ever need a secret kept," Sandra said cradling Janet and kissing her just as the man entered. Janet had seen him many times but had never really noticed him. Now as she looked, he was quite a handsome man in a rugged sort of way. Deeply suntanned about forty properly Italian, he had that Mediterranean look about him.       The man smiled warmly at Janet, as he entered, not in the least embarrassed at her knowing what he and Sandra had come here to do, and in Janet's spear bedroom. As Sandra had been in the house many times, there was no need for Janet to show her the way. So as blatant as you please, Sandra led her male friend upstairs by the hand, to find the guest bedroom. Janet felt a flash in her cheeks and a flutter in her tummy, knowing they would be having sex with her in the house, and it had her slightly excited.   They were not too discreet in the way they noisily made love either, with them not closing the door to the bedroom properly. Janet was able to hear all of Sandra's whimpering and passionate cries. As he made love to her while making loud sexual remarks, which started as soon as they got upstairs, these remarks were designed to inflame Sandra senses to a higher arousal. His inflaming words Janet could plainly hear as she quietly crept up the stairs, thirty minutes after they had themselves gone up. Janet was creeping up because she had to use the bathroom, which was across the hall from the bedroom they were using.   With the door ajar, Janet could plainly hear his sexual language and the unmistakable slapping sounds of their bodies coming together; which coincided with Sandra crying out in ecstasy. The sounds made Janet's heart race and her aroused feelings overcame her judgment, as she made to look through the crack of the door. As the door opened into the room, you could only see the bed through the crack at the hinge side of it. They were both naked, and he was standing at the end of the bed, with her legs wrapped around him as they noisily had sex.   As he supported himself above her body with outstretched arms, Janet could plainly see between them, and almost swooned as she saw the root of his thick penis partially withdrawing from Sandra. Only to watch it repeatedly thrust back into her with force, Janet almost cried out herself, as Sandra moaned aloud with every thrust of his penis.   Janet was transfixed and her need for the bathroom forgotten, as she found she could not tear herself away, from the spectacle of his thrusting penis before her eyes, and his words that inflamed her as well as Sandra. She only turned away after he had quickened his thrusts, at Sandra’s request of "harder" and then he ejaculated. With a pounding heart, Janet quickly retreated to the living room, so as not to be caught spying on them when they came out. Janet poured herself a large wine with trembling hands, in an attempt to cool her temperature and charm her down. Only the wine would not quill the flame that made her hot and bothered.   She sat waiting but it seemed they had not finished, for Janet could still hear Roberto voice uttering words to inflame Sandra and Sandra’s responding cries of passion. They could not be still having sex sourly, she had witnessed them having sex thirty minutes after they had gone upstairs. She herself had watched them having intercourse for twenty minutes, before leaving them thinking they had finished. That had been fifteen minutes ago, which meant they had already been in the bedroom for almost an hour and a half.   Halfway up the stairs, Janet almost faltered and turned back, but her aroused senses and Sandra’s cries of passion drew her nearer. Sandra was lying as she had before on her back, her bum at the base of the bed legs bent and wide apart. Roberto was kneeling between them, his left hand crushing Sandra’s right breast as he toyed with her nipple. The fingers of his right hand, he was thrusting into Sandra’s vagina as he taunted her with sexual words.   As Janet watched Roberto removed his fingers, and lowered his mouth to Sandra’s vagina, making her moan and vibrate as he moved his lips and tongue on her sensitive orifice. Janet found her right hand had wondered between her open kneeling legs, to ease the aching itch that was causing her discomfort there. Then she trembled as Roberto lifted his head licking his lips saying Sandra tasted wonderful, as his hands turned Sandra onto her belly.   Then spreading Sandra’s buttocks Roberto knelt upright and Sandra gave a long sexual moan as he entered her, then gave soft panting grunts as Roberto slowly thrust himself into her. Janet’s fingers now covered in the warm juices from between her legs, softly moaning to herself, as she watched the lovemaking before her eyes. Almost unaware that the fingers inside her were moving in unison with Roberto’s slowly thrusting hips, she also had her left hand toying with her sensitive nipples.   Then her fingers moved faster when Roberto increased his tempo, making Sandra gasp and moan louder. Janet shuddered herself when he thrust hard into Sandra and held himself deep inside her, his hips jerking as he ejaculated. Sandra’s moans causing Janet to pinch her nipples harder, as the fingers between her legs, stroked her pulsating clitoris. Now very conscious of what her fingers were doing between her legs, Janet flushed guiltily and crept away from the door, and retreated to the living room.   Another glass of wine was supposed to charm her, as her cheeks burned at the memory of what she had seen. Only her cheeks burned afresh when he smiled at her, as he and Sandra appeared in the living room from upstairs. He was now fully dressed, but Janet still had the vision, of his thick penis giving Sandra sexual pleaser, and she could still hear his inflammatory words. John had a quieter concretive way of making love to her, as she had known no other man in her lovemaking. John had been her only lover, and he was defiantly not vocal like Sandra's Roberto.   Sandra's hair was wet when she appeared wearing the guest robe, which had been hanging on the bedroom door. It was only a short robe, that just came down to mid-thigh on Sandra. As Sandra had worn a trouser suit when she arrived, Janet wondered if she had anything on under it now. At the door, Sandra kissed Roberto farewell; it was a long kiss with a strong embrace. When it ended, Janet flushed again, when the man looked at her smiling.   "Thank you lovely lady for your hospitality, if there is something you wish me to do for you, do not hesitate to ask." He said, with that smile and eye-piercing look. Janet felt her temperature rising again, that glass of wine was not helping at all, and what did he mean? What was he suggesting he could do for her personally, and that image of him in the bedroom was clouding her thoughts? He had gone and his eyes were no longer on her, and she gave a shy of relief, but her mind was still on that image of him. Sandra moved towards Janet, with arms outstretched to embrace her.   "Shall I strip the bed cover and wash it for you darling," Sandra said as her arms wrapped around Janet, the action brought Janet out of her daydreaming. "You're a darling for letting us use the bedroom Janet; I was at a loss as to where to entertain him. Now if you show me where the spear bed covers are, I'll return the soled one when I have washed it, I have to go back up to get my clothes." Sandra said, then shocking Janet by kissing her on the lips and holding her in a tight embrace. That told Janet Sandra had indeed had a shower; she could smell the perfumed shampoo and lavender soap.   The embrace and kiss lasted just mere seconds, but it had an effect on Janet's heightened and muddled senses. She had never had a woman kiss her this way before, and she found it quite pleasant in a way. When the kiss ended, Sandra pulled her head back still holding on to Janet, to look into Janet's eyes. Janet in a bewildered daze was taking deep breaths while looking at Sandra with misty eyes. Sandra gave a knowing smile and embraced Janet again, before kissing Janet with a longer more passionate kiss.   "My you're an innocent thing Janet; I bet that's the first time you've been kissed like that. You must come to one of Nicole's all-girl parties; I'll tell her to invite you for the next one." Sandra said, holding Janet now at arm's length, as she smiled at Janet's bemused manner. Guessing Janet's was fighting with her inner turmoil and feelings; by the way, she was now looking at Sandra.   "Come and show me your storage cupboard, and help me remake the bed," Sandra said taking Janet's hand, and Janet found herself tamely being lead upstairs. "I'll wash it there's no need for you to take it home when I can do it here!" Janet said as they replaced the bedcover with a clean one. "Will you wash this with it?" Sandra asked, removing the robe and revealing she was indeed naked under it. She was not a bit embarrassed that Janet could see she was clean-shaven at her couch, and that her virginal outer lips were swollen and puffy, from her prolonged sexual encounter with Roberto.   It was a sight Janet was unable to tear her wide-eyed gaze from, and again Sandra smiled at Janet's reaction to what she could see. Although Sandra said nothing she could see, Janet was highly aroused by Roberto being here. Janet was obviously not wearing a bra under her light summer dress, as Sandra could plainly see Janet's erect nipples. Janet's cheeks burned red, as she watched Sandra pulling on her panties, to hide her crouch from view. Thus breaking the spell Janet was under; she embarrassingly looked at Sandra and found her smiling back at her. Janet quickly turned to leave Sandra to dress fully, taking the bedding and robe into the utility room to wash. Chapter 2 Janet was in the living room pouring herself another glass of wine when Sandra appeared now fully dressed in her trouser suit. "Yes please," she said when Janet held up her glass, offering Sandra a glass of wine. Apart from socialising in the group of their collective woman friends with Sandra, they had never had a one to one relationship before. Although Janet did like Sandra, she was bubbly and full of devilment a real fun loving woman. Janet had not known just how much Sandra did enjoy herself that is not until now.   Sandra seemed very relaxed as she sat opposite Janet sipping her wine, and seemly unaware of Janet's continuing turmoil with that vision in the bedroom. On the other hand, was she, as a smiling Sandra started talking about her lover as if Janet had asked her about him? "Roberto is such a wonderful man to know, he would do anything for me. I have known him for three years, and knowing him has stopped me getting bored and frustrated when Bob has to go away." Sandra said taking another sip from her glass and watching Janet's cheek start to glow again, as that image of them in the bedroom flashed through her mine once more.   "We meet Tuesday and Thursday each week, he comes to see me in the afternoons like today at two. Then he stays with me for an hour or two, when he takes me home from the clubs. Thursday's he spends the afternoon with me when he brings me home after our trips to the city for lunch and shopping. We make no other demands on each other, other than the odd meeting for sex. He has a wife and I love Bob, but without Roberto giving me the sex I need, my marriage would have fallen apart by now, and Bob and I would have parted."   Sandra looked at Janet seriously now, after finishing her lengthy explanation of her affair with her lover Roberto. In the year and a half, Janet had known her; Janet had never questioned Sandra's marriage to Bob. At the parties she had been to with them, the pair had been inseparable and the life of the party. Often disappearing for some time, and just laughing off the remarks of, 'we know where you've been'? Nicole had often remarked 'just like rabbits at it again,' when the two of them had slipped away from the crowd.   Now Sandra had just confessed to having an ongoing affair with Roberto for three years and having sex with him twice a week. They had spent a good two and a half hours, in her spear bedroom. Janet had witnessed them herself having wild sex, half an hour after they went in there. Had they just kissed and caressed until then, or had they already had sex once in that first hour. Janet thought from the way, Bob and Sandra acted at parties, they had a very active sexual love life. If they made love, every day Bob was home, that meant Sandra was having sex five days a week from both men.   Now Janet and John had sex when he got home Friday nights, then maybe Sundays evenings, he was gone again Monday morning early. She missed him during the week, longed for his return, and got excited as five on Friday approached. She had relieved some of the boredom by going out with the girls, only the house seemed large and empty without John there and her alone in it. Was she becoming frustrated, and longed for the company to help her pass the lonely days? Maybe that is why Sandra took a lover, to fill the emptiness in her life.   "Does anyone else know of you and Roberto," Janet asked, remembering the brazen way Sandra had asked to use the bedroom. In addition, to his apparent lack of concern, that Janet would know what they were doing. Sandra smiled drinking down the last of her wine and handing it to Janet, who readily refilled it to the brim. She was becoming very intrigued by Sandra's love affair, and this was the first time she had had someone to pass the day with. Moreover, the wine had made her very interested, to know more of Sandra's love life.   "Oh I'm sure the girls have an idea of what we are up to, but no, I have never told them of it. You are the only one that knows the truth about us, but I feel confident you will say nothing to anyone darling." Sandra said, taking a sip from her glass, as she looked at Janet over it. Janet's face now took on a serious look as she said, "of course darling, not a word." The words were heartfelt, even if they were a little blurry said due to the wine. It had Sandra smiling, as it was the first time Sandra had seen Janet a little tipsy and it was fun.   "I'm sure the other girls have their secrets, like Nicole who likes female company from time to time. The others would not know of it, only I have been to her female only parties. Have you ever seen Rachael smoking, 'no', then why go for a smoke, every time we go out to the nightclubs? It always takes her half an hour; she could have ten in that time. Madeline takes half an hour to go to the bathroom, and have you noticed which of the men disappear at the same time when they do. You keep your eyes open the next time we are out."   "Now what about you and the handsome Alex, has he caught you alone yet, he's been trying hard enough? It is a shame his work means he cannot be at every one of our nights out, so he can seriously woe you. He is on the rigs in the Gibson Desert, three weeks away one week home. He looks a fit boy; he would make a fine lover after being away in the wilderness that long. Asked me all about you a few months ago wondered if you have a man on the side." Sandra said, a wicked smile on her lips, as Janet sat up with a shocked look.   "You mean that blond Greek looking chap, he comes to every other night out we have," Janet answered, and then blushed embarrassed as she quickly tried to retract her words. "I've only noticed him a few times, and 'no' he hasn't approached me in any way, it would do him no good, I haven't thought of him I'm not that interested!" Janet said forcefully.   Sandra smiled knowingly and thought, 'not much you're not, I have seen the way you look at him.'  Aloud she said, "Oh I thought he'd be just perfect for you, young handsome and virile. A perfect escape from the boredom, he would be all yours for a whole week once a month. John would never know you were enjoying sex with Alex if you still gave John his sex at the weekends." Janet looked shocked, her mouth opening to glop in the air. "Oh my god Sandra, are you suggesting I flirt with this Alex, lead him on just to have sex with him."   Janet had flushed a dark pink, as she thought of leading Alex to her bed. That image of Roberto and Sandra in her bedroom flashed before her eyes, and she shuddered at the thought that could be her and Alex. Sandra noted the gasp and misty look in Janet's eyes, and guessing it was Janet thinking of having sex with Alex. "No darling not at all, what I am suggesting is you let him woe you and you become flattered by his attention. Then gradually you allow him to become familiar with you until he persuades you to go to bed with him."   Sandra said smiling broadly, as she patted Janet's bare thigh, Janet had been listening anxiously with a gaping mouth. "Sandra, your wicked, is that what you did with Roberto?" Sandra laughed, tilting her head back and gaily chuckling. "No darling, this was before we met you, he was dropping me off after a girly night out. I had had far too much to drink, and we were halfway between Rachael's place and home. When I started thinking out loud and said I wished Bob was home, I could do with a man tonight."   "Roberto stopped the taxi and got in the back with me, then dropped his trousers. Afterwards, he took me home and we spent another hour in bed, we have been having sex ever since. Believe me, Janet, letting Roberto into my bed, has been one of the best decision I have ever made. Do not hesitate, Janet, Alex has the hot's for you right now, he will go off the boil if you make him wait too long. He will be at our night out next Tuesday, that is if he has not given up on you already. Show some interest in him, and let him lead the way, it should lead to the bedroom."   Sandra said with a big smile, and her hand stroking Janet's bare thigh, which showed below her short summer dress. The action was a friendly gesture, but Janet's skin tingled at Sandra's touch. With all this talk of sexual affairs, and consuming four glasses of wine, Janet's ability to be rational was grossly impaired. The vision in the bedroom was still affecting her ability to look at Sandra, and not picture her naked with Roberto. John had been gone for two days, she needed him badly, and there was Sandra openly discussing that Janet should take a lover. It was no wonder her heart was pounding faster.   Sandra looked at her watch saying, "oh my goodness it's five thirty. I've been here annoying you for over three hours, I'd better go and leave you in peace. I'll see you Thursday at ten unless you want to have another chat before then." Sandra said emptying her glass and standing, smiling at Janet struggling to get her bum out of the armchair. At the door, Sandra gives Janet a big hug and a lip-crushing kiss. Which left Janet breathless, and in her tippy muddled state, she returned to her seat and her wine and was soon dropping off into a tippy slumber.   Chapter 3   Janet awoke in pitch darkness startled, and looked about her searching in the darkness for him. He had been right there beside her in bed, now she could not find him. Her hand found the table light switch, and she blinked in the glow of the lamp. Then as her eyes adjusted, she found she was in her living room, and not that bedroom with him. Her mouth opened and she gasped as she realised who she had been searching for. It had not been John but Roberto, and a naked Sandra had been with him in that bedroom with her.   Janet felt herself and gave a shy of relief to find herself fully clothed, for she had also been naked in her dream. Had it been a dream, but it was so real, and the feeling so instance. The images were still so very clear, they were still in her mind to see. She trembled as she saw the naked image of Roberto, standing before her beside a naked smiling Sandra reaching out to her as she lay naked on the bed. A hot flash washed over her and she reached for the bottle of wine, and then thought better of it. 'No maybe a coffee and a sandwich, to settle the fluttering in her tummy. First, a shower, that would make her feel better; because she was feeling a little hot and bothered.   She stood up on wobbly legs, the wine and that dream had her somewhat disorientated. The climb up the stairs to the bathroom was painfully slow; she had to use the walls to support her all the way up. Then the corridor walls to her bedroom, finally entering her en-suet. Stepping out of her clothing and under the temped water, brought some relief. She stood to let the water cascade over her like tiny fingers caressing and comforting her. For long moments, she lingered slowly charming down, as did her temperature.   Then stepping from the shower, Janet placed her soled clothing in the laundry basket. Entering her walkthrough wardrobe drying herself she stopped suddenly, as she saw her naked image in her full-length dressing mirror. Her triangular bush of pubic hair, contrasting vividly with the image she still had of Sandra shaven vagina. She moved from side to side, to view herself from different angles. Wondering what she would see if like Sandra she were shaven, for she had plainly seen, Sandra's vagina.   She dismissed the idea of returning to the bathroom, to use her lady-shave to remove the hair, to see if hers looked like Sandra's when shaven. No, she would wait for John to give her his view on the subject. It would not be such a shock for him if he suggested it than to find her crouch clean-shaven when they made love on his return this Friday night.   It was Madeline and Andy's turn, to host the Saturday Bar-b this weekend. Janet was now seriously thinking of wearing her new bikini to it, which John and she had bought together for their next holiday in Bali. It was nothing like her old full body costume, which almost covered her whole body; it was more like three tiny triangles of material. There was nothing to hide her bottom, just a thin string between her buttocks. Rachael had something similar; that John had been looking intently at when they attended the last bar-b-que. John had then encouraged Janet to bye the bikini she had, to wear it on their holiday in two weeks.   She would model it for him on Saturday, and get his opinion on whether to shave her mound of Venus or not. She had tried it on before; and found the hair showed at the sides of the tiny triangle of material. She had trimmed it back then, only it had grown again and it did make the material bulge. She looked at herself again, picturing herself with a shaven crouch like Sandra's. John would have the final say, he would agree with her she was sure, her vagina would look better naked.   Coffee and a fresh salad sandwich might settle her stomach, but she could not erase the image of the naked Sandra. The kitchen clock showed eight o/clock, it had been almost six when Sandra left. An hour for a shower and to make her snack. She could have only slept for an hour. That seemed an imposable time, for all they had done in her dream. As she thought of them the dream replayed again in her mind, the images made her heart beat faster. As her temperature started rising again, she found herself with a glass of wine in her hand, instead of the coffee cup.   The wine and the images were making her yearn badly for John, never before had she felt this way. She had missed him before yes, but this burning urge to jump on him had never been so strong before. With her sandwich eaten and the bottle empty, and being ten she decided it was time for bed. So again she made her way upstairs, her eyes glancing at the closed door of the guest's bedroom, and again her heart fluttered. As she was unable to suppress the images she had seen in there, and for quite a while she lay tormented by those visions in the darkness of her bedroom.   She finally slipped off into a fitful sleep, that was full of wonderful illusions. Of people flitting about her, that she reached out for, but could not quite get hold of. She became desperate grasping for the nearest body, only to have them dance out of reach. Then one came to her out of the misty darkness, and she woke her arms and legs wrapped around something soft. Her body hot and sweaty, her eyes looking for the other people that were about her. Then she gasped with slight frustration, as she realised she was astride her pillow.   To say Janet was a bit disappointed and frustrated, at having woken up from her lovely dream, would be an understatement. As she tried desperately to again relive the moments before she awoke, as she hadn't quite seen who she had grabbed hold of, and who she had her legs around. Sadly the images were too fussy and try as she might, she could not slip back into the dream. On the edge of frustrated tears, she thumped her pillow for not being what it should have been.   Then sanity returned to her half-awake mind, and she was shocked at herself for her thoughts and actions. She untangled her arms and legs from the pillow, ashamed that she had humped it like a dog on heat would. Never before had she behaved like this, it was Sandra's fault, what Janet had seen them doing was giving her nightmares. She again became hot and flushed, as thinking of them brought back the images of the two of them, and the images of the dream last night. Try as she might, she could not push those images from her mind.   Although it was early Janet felt the need for a shower, but as her hands soaped her overheated body, it tingled at her touch. Housework to occupy her mind that should help, so Janet spent the morning busying herself with household chores. Cleaning the house through, disposing of the trash and recyclable waste, that included three empty wine bottles. She had mostly drunk herself, as Sandra had only three glasses of wine in total.   'Three bottles' and it was only Wednesday now, with the bottle she and John had drunk on Sunday, and the two at Saturdays bar-b, that was their entire weekly allowance of wine gone. They would buy six bottles with their weekly shop, two would be taken to the group bar-b. With one bottle for Sunday's dinner, that left three for Janet to relax with and to shear with John when he got home on Fridays. She had consumed all three in one afternoon, no wonder her head had been in a muddle and had those wine-induced dreams.   She would have to pick up a bottle or two tomorrow, when out with the girls shopping, so they would have some for when John came home on Friday. Well, that was the morning over, the afternoon was spent sitting out in the shade on the veranda, drinking coffee watching the estate's workmen tiding up and cutting the grass. Then there was Barbera and her keep fit ladies on the telly, to exercise along with. Throw some salad together, then spend the evening watching 'Home and away' then 'Neighbours'.   With a better nights sleep, Janet work in a better frame of mind than Wednesday morning. Breakfast dishes washed and put away, she was dressed and ready for their outing. She was looking out the window when the big seven-seat taxi arrived, then her legs went weak as she stepped through her front door. Roberto had got out of the taxi and was smiling at her holding the door open, his eyes on her as she approached him. As she looked she saw him as she had Tuesday, deeply tanned hairy chest standing naked between Sandra's legs.   She tremored and her breathing became laboured, why see him like that when she could plainly see him fully dressed. She was greeted with a kiss from Sandra on entering the taxi, then it was around the estate to pick up the other three woman. They gabbled and gossiped, the whole half hour drive to the city. Shopped until twelve, then launched till one thirty, then gabbled and gossiped all the way home. Around the estate, dropping off the girls they were approaching Nicole's when she asked.   "How's the decorating coming on Sandra, are they finished yet?" Sandra smiled and as Janet was sitting between them, she saw Sandra's eyes look at her as she answered Nicole. "Not yet, darling, but they have promised to be done by lunchtime tomorrow," she said her eyes still looking at Janet as well as Nicole. Janet's was half a block away, from Nicole’s and as they rounded the corner, Sandra smiled and held up a wine carrier, with two bottles in it saying. "I've bought you a peace offering for last Tuesday darling, just to say thank you for your kindness."   Janet had also bought two bottles, and also held them up smiling, and as she had had two glasses of wine already said without thinking of the outcome of her words. "Would you like to come in and we will open one." Sandra smiled happily saying, "We would love to Janet, wouldn't we Roberto." So Janet found herself being helped from the taxi, by a very grateful Roberto, who carried the wine and poured them all a glass. Then she was kissed by Sandra, who thanked her for being so understanding, before leading Roberto upstairs.   Janet's temperature had started to rise as soon as she realised, Sandra had misunderstood her, and thought she was offering them sanctuary, and the use of her bedroom again. The large glass of wine Roberto had given her didn't help, as those sounds filtered down from upstairs. Again despite herself, Janet was unable to stop her curiosity and was creeping up the stairs again. The door was once again ajar, but the sounds had stopped, and they had only been up here for twenty minutes.   Janet's heart nearly stopped as she peeked through the crack. They were again completely naked, and he was laying on top of Sandra, but they were tippy tervy. His head was towards Janet and between Sandra's legs, his buttocks moving up and down over Sandra's head. Janet only just stopped herself gasping aloud, and giving herself away, she had to gage herself again when he lifted his head, and Janet saw Sandra's open vagina. He was stretching her open with his fingers and excited her clitoris with one of them, then with his tongue out he thrust his head back between her legs again.   She watched them with bated breath for several more minutes, before reluctantly creeping away, and another glass of wine to charm her. She had taken several sips of wine when Sandra's unmistakable moans and groans of lovemaking, could be heard coming from upstairs. Janet listened to the noises for fifteen minutes or more, before Sandra's long drawn out cry of satisfaction was heard. Then nothing, not a peep, not a raised voice could Janet hear. Wondering if they had finished, and would be coming down shortly.   She waited impatiently as the long silence annoyed her, what were they doing up there, why was she not hearing them. Then the silence was broken by giggles and soft words, that was quietly spoken. They were so quiet Janet had to climb to the top of the stairs to hear, and then she caught only some of them. Her cheeks burned as she hears Roberto praising her beauty and lush well-formed figure, saying she would make someone a fine lover. Then blushed a deeper red as she heard Sandra say, "you'd like to have her naked and under you, yourself, wouldn't you Roberto?"   Sandra suddenly squealed, giggling gayly saying-, "oh no stop it, oh Roberto no, oh you sod, that's too nice no stop!" -between her giggles and squeals. "Shut up you love it, now get your lips around this, while I chew on your clit," Roberto said and Sandra went quiet. There was nothing said again for a few minutes until Sandra cried out, "Oh fuck yes oh my god yes'ss!" as she gasped and puffed. "That was a big one darling, and creamy, now get on your knees, you bitch," Roberto said, in a lighthearted manner."   Then Janet heard the grunts and moans coming from Sandra that she had made on Tuesday when Roberto had her in this very bedroom. Moving quietly to the door Janet peeked through the crack, Sandra was on her knees at the end of the bed, eyes closed mouth open and moaning, a look of ecstasy on her face. Her hanging ample breasts wobbling as she groaned with every hard thrust he gave, from his standing position behind her.   Janet looked at his bronzed face and muscular hairy chest, his big hands on Sandra's buttocks holding them open as he rammed his groin onto her, making a loud slapping sound as their bodies met. His eyes looking down at his penis invading her vagina, giving little grunts himself as he thrust forward. Janet had to leave, she was getting too engrossed in what was happening in the bedroom.   It was though she could feel everything Sandra could feel, she was sure she was also having an orgasm when Sandra lifted her head and growled, as her body vibrated and shook. Crying out "oh fuck now Roberto now," he responded to her cry by increasing the tempo and strength of his thrusts. Making her breasts jiggle and swing faster before he after a few minutes gave one last thrust, and grunting himself as he pressed himself deep into her, and ejaculated with a look of sheer pleasure on his face.   As Sandra's arms had buckled under her, her frontend collapsed in a gasping heap, her rear end remaining upright only because he was holding onto her hips. As he had again resumed his thrusting into her with long hard thrusts of his hips, that made loud slapping sounds and brought weak grunts and groins from what looked like a really exhorted Sandra.   Janet had to tear herself away from this sight of lustful pleasers, to escape being discovered spying on them. They would surely come down soon, they had gone up at two-thirty it was now four-forty. Over two hours they had spent in that bedroom, Janet had witnessed them in presex fourplay, before hearing them having a rowdy bout of sex. Then in the last hour, she had heard them sexually teasing each other, and then just now had witnessed them having wild intercourse that had her once again sexually frustrated.   Janet was sat mulling over what she had seen and heard, when Roberto's voice startled her, as she hadn't noticed him emerging from the stairwell. "I must thank you again, lovely lady, for your hospitality, but I must go, I have clients to pick up at five. Sandra will be down in a little while," Roberto said, moving to where Janet was sat looking up at him a little flustered, as he took her hands and kissed them. She was not thinking as she should have and realised it when she heard herself saying in a rather husky voice.     "Think nothing of it, Roberto, you are welcome here anytime," then she blushed afresh, realising she had just invited him back whenever he wished. His smile and the look he gave her didn't help her demeanour, as he once again lifted her hand, this time turning it over to give the palm of her hand a lingering kiss. Then he gave her that withering look, as his eyes were level with hers when he lifted his head from her hand and that smile that seemed to melt her, as she once again remembered seeing him naked.    Chapter 4 The miniature grandfather clock had just chimed five-ten when Sandra gingerly stepped from the stairwell and smiling walked as elegantly as she could, towards a concerned looking Janet. "Are you alright Sandra?" she asked as Sandra carefully sat beside Janet, giving her a friendly pat on the knee before accepted the glass Janet held out for her. Janet still had on the short cocktail dress she had worn out to lunch, she hadn't dared change out of it when she was upstairs, Sandra would have known she had been up there.   "Oh yes thank you, darling, I'm just a bit tender in certain places that's all!" she smiled but didn't add any more. Janet understood exactly what she meant, as she remembered the way Roberto had vigorously thrust into Sandra’s vagina, as she had watched them having sex. She could just imagine how swollen and tender Sandra must be, remembering how swollen Sandra's vagina had looked when she had seen it on Tuesday.   "Would you like to stay for dinner Sandra, I'm sure I can rustle up something for you from our cupboards. Then when you are feeling better, you can go home whenever you like." Janet said to a happy smiling Sandra, who lifted her glass saying, "Janet you are most kind and understanding, I would love to stay in your charming company for the evening. I should also like to thank you for the generous hospitality you have shown Roberto and me, and I must apologise for my lack of mobility."   "Normally I entertain Roberto at home for our three hours of lovemaking on Thursday afternoons, and therefore I do not have to be that mobile when he leaves. He can get very boisterous and demanding at times which I like, but as you can see he douse leave me a little bruised but very satisfied." Sandra finished with a twinkle in her eyes and a very wicked smile, that had Janet looking at her a little shocked at that revelation.   "Sandra you are naughty, I know you're not using the bedroom to discuss the weather, but you're making me blush with all this talk of having sex!" Janet said looking bashful and fanning her face with her hand, to indicate she was feeling a little overheated. Sandra laughed placing her hand on Janet's thigh and giving it a squeeze, "you should try it darling, it's much more satisfying than playing with yourself?" she said grinning and making Janet gasp opened mouthed to exclaim. "Sandra! You're wicked," then blushed a deep pink, remembering Tuesday night when she had found herself riding that pillow, and what she had done only to ease her tension. She was feeling that tension now and hoped Sandra was not seeing it, in the way she had tensed in reaction to Sandra stroking her bare thigh.   "No not wicked just practical, if you have an itch you should scratch it, and I'm afraid I itch much more than most woman darling. If Roberto hadn't had to go he would still be scratching it darling," she said taking a sip from her glass, as her eyes studded Janet's reaction to what she had just said. The reference to an itch had not gone understood by Janet, who's hand went to her mouth to take a sharp intake of air, as her eyes went wide as she said.   "Oh my Sandra, do you mean to say that you're a, hum I mean are you a? Janet faltered over the words she could not get out, and Sandra said it for her.   "Yes, darling I'm a nymphomaniac, I can't get enough sex Janet, Bob the darling thinks he gives me enough at weekends to satisfy me, but as you have seen I need a little more to see me through the week." 'A little more?' two or three hours with Roberto, two days in the week, that's what you call a little more,' Janet thought, as she stared at Sandra who just smiled at her as demure as could be not in the least embarrassed at what she was telling Janet.   "O my I'm so sorry Sandra, I had no idea until Tuesday you had a lover, and was shocked you were cheating on Bob, but now I understand why. It must be awful to crave sex all the time, and not be able to get satisfaction," Janet said genuinely sincere but was a little bewildered by Sandra slowly shaking her head, and giving her that cheeky smile.   "Don't be sorry for me my love, you must know by now the feeling of wanting your man and the joy of laying with him when he returns. That feeling of joyous orgasmic release, after he has been away for days, well I get that with Bob all weekend, and Roberto gives me four or five orgasm's, Tuesday and Thursdays so I am content with my sex life. Now if I didn't have Roberto, I'm sure I could find someone at the local hotel, who would like to bounce me on their knee for an hour," Sandra said, unembarrassed, to a shocked Janet.   "Sandra, stop it, you're shocking me now, and you don't really mean that you would pick up a man in a public bar, especially around here your too much of a lady and too well-liked to do that," Janet said getting up to go to the kitchen to see what she could get, as a snack for their dinner. Sandra prized herself off the settee and followed at a slightly slower pace, and set the table as Janet rummaged through her fridges. As they sat to eat what Janet had thrown together, Sandra reignited the conversation they were having.   "You are right of course, it would be foolhardy of me to be seen flirting in one of the local hostelries, Bob would be too well known around here. I have to confess however that over two years ago I was picked up by someone at the Brierwood Casino, that was before I met Roberto. Bob was setting up the mine in Papua New Guinea and things didn' go right, the mine owners phoned me to say Bob Would not be home as usual for the weekend. I got a paddy on, went out the Friday night, to the casino to blow off steam."   "I'd had a few drinks and was playing the slots when someone asked if I needed a refill. 'Yes please,' I answered thinking he was a waiter then when I went to pay him, he said that it was on his tab. We chatted and had a few more drinks, then he asked if I wanted to get some fresh air. When I said yes he took me out to his big expensive car, and he had sex with me in the back seat after he had stripped me naked. We never went back into the casino, and I was still naked when we arrived at his apartment, I was just wearing his jacket in the lift to his floor. He took me home Sunday night, the only time I got out of bed was for a pee."   "That was the first time I had ever cheated on Bob, but having another man excited me and I kind of got hooked on it, I have never gone out deliberately to pick up men, but I have had sex in some dark corners of carparks. I found it most exhilarating and fulfilling, I'm sure you would too if you let Alex take you to bed, just to see if he could satisfy you. I don't do it now since I found Roberto he ticks all my boxes for me! he has an invalid wife that he and his two daughters tend for, so as you see it is beneficial for both of us."   Sandra finished saying as she put down her fork, and picked up her glass of wine, giving Janet a cheeky smile as she took a sip. "Oh no, I could never do that, not in a car park, not with John, or anyone else. Was it the same man or was it a dif'**, oh no don't answer that, no I don't want to know, Sandra you are naughty you shouldn't tell me things like that." Janet said flabergasted colouring up bright pink, much to Sandra's amusement it seemed.   "Why darling is it making you feel sexy hearing about my sex life, you should try it yourself up against a car with a stranger," Sandra said with a devil may care smile and laughter in her voice. "No don't Sandra, now your making fun of me, you are wicked!" Janet said but there was no venom in her voice, as she gave a little smile at Sandra's teasing, lifting hers and Sandra's plate and carrying them to the dishwasher.   "Just concerned with your wellbeing darling, you know they say boys go blind if they play with themselves too much, douse that apply to girls too?" Sandra said laughing filling both their glasses, while Janet looked at her with a half grin. "Sandra, I don't play with myself" she kind of leid, well she had only done it a few times, and recently that had been Sandra's fault, if he and she had not been so noisy she would not have gone upstairs to see what was happening, and seen them having sex in the bedroom, the fault lay with Sandra.   "What makes you think I need to do that anyway, John will be home tomorrow if we feel like it then we will indulge or maybe we won't, I'll see how we feel then," Janet said sounding as if she was in control of everything, but the wine was letting her mind wander. Whereas Sandra just smiled and said, "yes I bet you will, you're be jumping on him as he comes through the door I bet."   Janet had to giggle at that with Sandra, "maybe and what about Bob, will he walk in and find a naked Sandra waiting?" Janet said getting into the jokey spirit and laughing. "How do you know that's how I great him, have you been spying on us," Sandra giggled back, and Janet laughed too but thought yes I have, but not on Bob and you? They both roared with laughter, then Sandra looking at her watch exclaimed, "my I had better get going it is almost nine, I have monopolised you again my dear, though I have thoroughly enjoyed myself."   Sandra got up and found she could move more freely than before, and after a long hug and lingering kiss, made her way home around the corner some two streets away.   Chapter 5 Janet had another fitful night of her having to chase around the bed, but to her frustration, she caught nobody. Although there were plenty of people in her dreams, at a bar-b naked poolside party all the husbands were naked serving the wives. John was there and so was Roberto and Bob did not seem to mind a naked Sandra bouncing up and down on the naked lap of Roberto.   In one dream, she was in a casino with naked people playing slot machines and having sex on gambolling tables. She awoke just as a naked Alex approached her, as she sat naked drinking and smiling at him. He was so close; she could feel his breath on her neck as he bent to kiss her.   Once again, she looked around startled and searching, as she sat up in bed hot and breathing heavy. Quietly cursing the dream, that had ended before he could! 'Oh my goodness what am I thinking.'  Janet gasped at what she wanted him to do, just as her dream ended. Now hot and very flustered, she went for a shower and got relief from her frustration as she soaped between her legs under the soothing water.   She spent the morning preparing John's favourite meal while tidying the house, not that it needed tidying; she had done it every day. The afternoon was wondering what she should wear, to greet him when he came through the door. Should it be the sexy black lacy panties, or the skin tone transparent? He did like the lipstick red ones, with bows at the side for him to undo. Now for makeup Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn, Janet struck a pouting pose, in her guise as Marilyn, then a sultry look as Audrey.   At ten past five, she was waiting with beating heart, for his taxi to bring him Home. Bob was still in the cab when John got out, and Roberto was smiling at her, as she stood as Marilyn would have stood to greet her man. John was more than pleased with his homecoming welcome, Janet leapt into his arms to crush her ruby red lips on his. As he carried her into the house with her hanging on his neck, they ended up passionately loving on the settee. Then after a delightful dinner, he was tempted to an early night and all he desired from a grateful Janet.   They stayed in bed late, after an early morning rump-p-bump-p. Then he was served brunch, by a skimpy clad Janet just in her panties. She had missed him he could tell; never before had she welcomed him so lustfully. Twice last night and twice again this morning, it seemed worthwhile being away for five days, and he still had all of today and Sunday to go yet. Not that she had ever denied him sex, but before it had always been he asking for it.   John was somewhat pleasantly shocked, when Janet had almost raped him, as soon as they got into the house, and it was she, that integrated the subsequent bouts of sex. Not that he was complaining, he was finally glad she had come out of her shell, before she had not seemed to be interested in sex. When they had had it in the past, it had been kissing cuddle then sex. Now she allowed him prolonged foreplay, and they did not only make love in the missionary position. She allowed him to bend her over, and take her from the rear!    They forgo a Saturday lunch as they had eaten at ten, and as they were going to Madeline and Andy's bar-b-q, they would eat there. John was staring at the washing machine that had his dirty clothing in when he looked up at Janet's call. "What do you think John, should I trim this back, or shave it off completely?" she said standing legs apart in that micro mini bikini. She was giving him the choice, but she was steering him to her decision. She had combed out her pubic hair so it looked unsightly, and it did make a bulge there in the cloth.   Janet undid the string bows at the sides, and slowly unveiled her thatch patch. "Well darling what do you think should I trim it, or would you like to shave it bare?" She asked and could see he was interested in the dilemma, 'to shave or not to shave', as he reached out to run his fingers through her mop of curly hair. "Um," he said rubbing his chin as he took his time to decide, "I think it would look better shaven clean, we can only see, if you don't like it afterwards you can always let it grow again?" John said, his fingers still running through every follicle she had, and even wondered between her legs.   The decision made, there was no time like the present, and so with a slightly higher heart rate than normal, Janet found herself lifted onto the worktop of the utility room. To sit there anxiously waiting for John to fetch his shaving gear, the wait was not long and he had all he needed. One electric shaver with a beard trimmer, wet razor and scented shaving cream, to get a smooth finish. Janet watched him eagerly come in with them in his hand, then pour warm water into a bowl, before moving to her.   With her buttocks on the very edge of the worktop, and her legs spread wide, John sat on a low stool between them. With him, just sitting looking elevated her temperature, when the vibrations of his electric razor moved over her skin between her legs it rose shapely. She was panting quick puffs of air, for it was not just the vibrations. His fingers were holding her vaginal lips, pulling them this way and that, to flatten out the creases so he could get every hair. Then came the cream and wet shave, and again his finger feeling her vaginal lips.   "Oh my, that looks just divine," John said, dabbing her mound one last time and stepping back to admire his handy work. Then looking at her panting face with that look of expectancy on it, and seeing she was in a most desirable position. John bent down and made Janet gasp, as he planted a kiss on her shaven pelvic bone, then dropping his shorts he stepped up between her legs. 'God this is the third time today, and she hasn't had any wine yet, I'm bound to get it after the bar-b?' John thought, as her legs wrapped around him.   Not that he had any real complaints about their sex life; he normally got it Friday as soon as he got home. Then maybe when they went to bed at night, Saturday morning was always a good time. He would be tucked into her back, with his arm over her his hand playing with her breast. He would receive a warm welcome after he had teased those sensitive nipples of hers. She would even put her hand between her legs, to guild him in. Then after the bar-b, she would be all over him, after a few happy hours with their friends plus a few glasses of wine.   Sunday mornings she would sleep in, but the evenings were always emotional times for Janet, for she knew when she woke in the morning, John would already have been gone. Therefore, after the evening meal, they would spend time together drinking wine and petting on the sofa. Until a passionate Janet, would persuade John to take her to bed, so she can show him just how much she loves him. Up until now, John had always enjoyed his weekends; he was now hoping future weekends would be just like this one.   Janet and John arrived at the bar-b a little later than they had intended, due to unforeseen circumstances. Their lovemaking had taken longer than normal, due to their lingering passion, and after sex petting. Then Janet changed her mind about the bikini, when she became flustered, at the thought of the other four husbands, looking at the flesh she was exposing. Therefore, it was back to old faithful, the full-bodied black costume she had always worn. She felt better of it when she saw the other men looking at Rachael, in the same bikini.   John had been right, the wine Janet had partaken of at the bar-b, did, in fact, put her in the right mood. As he peeled her costume from her when they returned and entered the house, much to the delight of a giggling Janet who did not want to wait until they went upstairs to have sex. When John finally did carry her to bed, she was still in a playful mood, and it was not until the early hours, did they finally go to sleep. John wondered if Janet was still asleep, when he entered her in the light of the morning, as she just made a purring sound as he took her from the rear.      He left her there sleeping, until twelve midday, before he went to wake her with a coffee. Luckily, he placed it on the bedside table before attempting to wake her, because as her sleepy eyes opened, she smiled and put her arms around his neck pulling him into bed with her. After their evening meal, they spent the night in each other's arms, and again in bed, she refused to let him go until weariness overtook her and she fell asleep. Then with the sun lighting up the room, she awoke to find herself alone in her bed.   Another lonely week had started for Janet, and by midday she had finished her housework, having kept herself busy all morning to keep her mind occupied. At two, the phone rang, and Sandra’s voice was asking if Janet would like a coffee break. Janet gladly said yes, not knowing if others would be there. Then turning up at Sandra’s home, she found it would be just the two of them, and it was wine they would be drinking and not coffee.   “Thought you would like some company, I find it hard to get through Mondays, after having Bob home and then left all alone when he has gone,” Sandra said in a melancholy tone, much to Janet’s surprise as Sandra welcomed her. She was somewhat confused after having witnessed what Sandra got up to, on Tuesdays and Thursdays while Bob was away. Janet thought Sandra would have something to look forward too, to fill the week and not be depressed, as she seemed to be now.   “Did you have a good weekend with John Janet; you seemed quite flirty with him at Madeline bar-b? Even Bob said John would be in for a treat when he got you home!” Sandra said, giving Janet a wicked smile and a saucy wink, which made Janet smile as she blushes a little. “If you must know we had a lovely weekend thank you Sandra, and that’s all I am telling you!” Janet said not daring to look Sandra in the eyes; she would have blushed, a deeper pink if she had.   “Oh me too darling, it’s just that I wished he’d woke me up before he left this morning, would have liked him between my legs one last time,” Sandra said quite sincerely, and openly while giving Janet a wistful look. Janet though shocked at Sandra’s forthright words but did feel sympatric with her, as she had felt the same when she had woken alone this morning. She had worked through her frustration all morning but had also wished he had made love to her just once more.   She suddenly began to envy Sandra, for she would have Roberto to comfort her tomorrow and Thursday, and that thought shocked her as she thought of them together and her alone. The images she was now having of them together, made her temperature rise a little and Sandra’s next words made her gasp with shock and apprehension.   “We are going to the Burswood Casino tomorrow, and your friend is home and will be there. He phoned me this morning, asking if you would be going out tomorrow, I told him yes and where we were going. I also told him we had talked about him, and that you had spoken kindly of him and was looking forward to seeing him.” Sandra said a big wicked smile on her face, as an opened mouthed Janet stared at her unbelievingly.   “Oh, Sandra you haven’t, oh my god you have!” Janet exclaimed when she saw Sandra nodding her head with that wicked gleam in her eyes, and a naughty chuckle on her lips as Janet confronted her. “Oh I can’t go if he thinks I want to see him, I’ll be too embarrassed Sandra, I’ll just die if he tries to get close to me,” Janet said blushing up, at the thought of Alex holding her in an embrace, and even kissing her.   Despite herself, the image of him holding her had shocked and excited her, maybe it was the wine she had drunk. Or maybe having seen Sandra being satisfied by Roberto, was that making her crave attention from this man called Alex. No put that out of your mind, she thought to try to force the image from her mind but failed, and as his lips pressed on hers she lifted her glass to try to cool her own. She took more than just a sip and found she had not notated Sandra had filled it again, and the rich red wine didn’t put out the fire in her.   “Don’t be so silly Janet it will do you good to have someone new fussing over you, and you never know, you might enjoy having sex with him. We are leaving at seven, have a wine or two before we go, then a couple more at dinner. Let him buy you a drink in the Casino to show him you like him, then let him flirt with you, it might put you in the mood to let him take it further.” Sandra said, taking Janet by surprise by putting her hand on Janet’s exposed thigh, and making her gasp and tremble as she stroked her bare skin.   Janet still trembling looked at Sandra's smiling face and asked, “do you have a drink before we go out on our night outs.” Then looked totally shocked, as Sandra answered, “oh no darling I’ll be too busy, Roberto comes at six and spends an hour with me before we pick you up at seven.” Oh my goodness, Janet thought, he would then spends most of the night with her when he brings her home, he had had sex with her twice in the time he had her in Janet home, how many times will he have sex with her tomorrow.   Janet was feeling weak at the thought of him kneeling behind her, thrusting into her as he had when Janet had spied on them, and the tingling sensation of Sandra’s hand on her thigh was not helping. She drank the rest of her glass and looked at her watch, and suddenly realised she had been there for two hours. It would be dark soon and she didn’t like walking home in the dark, especially as she was a little drank.   Sandra totally understood Janet’a dilemma, when she suggested she should go home, and gave Janet a lingering kiss at the door to say goodnight. Janet had only half a block to walk home, but it seemed long with all the conflicting thoughts Janet had going through her mind. She was frightened and excited all at once, at the thought of Alex approaching her sexually, and of having his hands touching her. Could she be unfaithful to John, and have sex with another man, and the thought of that made her tremble as she imagined herself naked in his arms.   Chapter 6 Janet woke after another troubled night of lustful dreams, of bodies entwined with bodies, of hot embraces and of Roberto and Sandra having sex. There were others there, but only Sandra was made love to much to Janet’s frustration. Alex John and Bob stood around watching, but no one attempted to take Janet to bed. Even when she had danced around them naked, they had ignored her much to her ignorance.   Angry at them in her dream though now wide awake, she decided she was going out tonight despite them all, she had a right to enjoy herself. What to wair was her main concern, her short black cocktail dress had a low back and showed off her cleavage well, only she had worn it to most of their nights out. Now she pulled from her rail a pink micro mini skirt, that would show more of her legs than the cocktail dress. It would actually be two inches below the crotch of her panties, and if not careful sitting her crotch would be visible.   A red almost transparent lacy blouse, with red underwear, would go nicely with it. She had had some long looks directed her way when she had worn the blouse with the red gossamer bra before. Even John had asked if she had a bra on under the blouse, as it looked like it was just her skin. She would get some admiring glances, form the crowd at the casino tonight. The panties were of the same material, and now with her shaven vagina, there would be no dark patch of hair showing.   Thinking of that part of her body, it had been three days since John had shaved her, and there was a slight stubble appearing, she would shave before dressing tonight. Why she thought it would need to be done now was not considered, it was hardly visible at all, and was just a slite prickling to the fingers as she felt between her legs. Only the stubble might snag on her gossamer panties and be uncomfortable to wair, and she didn’t want to be seen fiddling with her crotch, it would not be ladylike.   A light lunch at one with a glass of wine, then a leisurely bath at four, with John’s wet shaver making her crotch smooth to the touch. Five found her laying out her clothing for the night, then sitting naked doing her fine makeup. Before dressing at six with a glass of wine, thinking of what Sandra and Roberto were now doing, while she waited for them.   Getting in the taxi with Roberto’s help, Sandra gave her a kiss and a smile saying, “Roberto doesn't she look ravishing tonight darling, is that for someone special my dear? ” She asked with her naughty wicked tone. With the interarea light on Roberto was studying Janet with a smile, “Delightfull my dear, very delightful indeed!” he said his eyes lingering at her micro skirt as if trying to see between her legs.   Janet blushed a little as she thanked him for his comments, and wondered if she had indeed been wise to wear this outfit. It was too late now, they were moving to pick up their next lady friend, she would have to suffer the looks and comments. At each of the three stops to pick up their friends, Janet felt as if Roberto’s eyes were looking at her clothing trying to see through her blouse. As he helped her out at the Casino, she was careful as she swung her legs out of the taxi, so as not to let him see between her legs.   She felt better at dinner in the restaurant with her legs under the table and enjoyed two glasses of wine with her meal. Sandra was sat next to Janet and as they were finishing the meal, she leaned over to whisper to Janet.   “Look, Alex is here, he’s just over by the entrance to the Casino, and he is having a good look at you. You made the right decision to wair that tonight, even I can’t tell if your wairing a bra from here, Alex is going to have to grope you to find out.” Sandra said, with her soft naughty chuckle, making Janet blush a little as she stole a look at Alex, who smiled back at her indicating he had seen her looking his way.   Janet smoothed her skirt down as they left the restaurant, trying to cover her legs more, as she saw Alex waiting just inside the entrance of the Casino. “I have secured an alcove for you ladies, it is over there next to the stage,” Alex said to Sandra who lead the way, and she learnt to kiss Alex’s cheek in thanks Janet thought, but Alex smiled at Janet as Sandra’s lips neared his ear. Janet blushed, what was Sandra saying to Alex to make him smile that way.   With the five ladies seated, Alex asked Janet if he could offer her a drink, which she shyly accepted. She also accepted with a sweet shy smile and lowered eyes, the compliments he gave to her lovely features. She also found him looking at her longingly, as she herself stole shy glances at him, and his smile made her tingle as she saw his eyes on her. Janet had Sandra smiling at her on occasions when she caught Janet looking at Alex, and that wicked smile saying she knew what Janet was thinking.   Maybe it was the wine, or her admitting Alex was indeed handsome to look at, and the more she did look the more appealing he became. His handsome face topped with golden hair and his tight tee-shirt that showed his bulging torso did make her heart flutter as he gave her his beaming smile. She found herself wondering what it would feel like, to have him holding her in his arms, and to feel his body close to her. She became hot and bothered, and felt the need to freshen herself up, so excusing herself she went to the ladies powder room.   They were situated in the far corner of gambling room down a long corridor, with the male and female entrance opposite one another, a few steps further on was an outside fire exit door. Janet was still putting her make up away in her tiny bag, as she exited the cloakroom, and was shocked to literally bump into Alex standing at the door. She looked up into his eyes stunned, then gasped with surprise as his arms wound about her, and his lips crushed hers in a lingering kiss that had her melting in his arms.   Her eyes closed and she allowed him to hold her tight to his body, as she responded to his kiss, by putting her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. In this tight embrace, she felt him move her back a few steps and heard the opening of a door. Then they were out in the outside darkness, where he pressed her against a wall. As his hands roamed over her body, a hand was crushing her breast and toyed with her nipple, and she responded by opening her lips as he pressed his tongue between them.   She was lost, she had surrendered completely to his forceful attack on her, and her legs opened willingly as his hand went between them. Her kiss was full of sexual fever, as his hand groped her vagina, and she was prepared for him to take her there and then. Only he became more tender, the hand between her legs just felt her now rather than grope, and his kisses became more loving and gentle. She was confused, why had he stopped when she was feeling so willing, then she suddenly went shy and bashful, at the thought that she had wanted him to make love to her.   He removed his hand from between her legs and holding her lightly in his arms, he leads her still kissing back to the door. Then released her by the ladies cloakroom entrance, where she refreshed her make up before returning alone to the table. Alex had already replaced her drink, and Sandra’s smile told Janet her and Alex’s absence had not gone unnoticed. Her cheeks still burned as Alex's eyes looked on her smiling, and she remembers the feeling of his hand between her legs.   Rachael suddenly announced she was going for some air and smoke, Malcolm, her attentive male friend had already disappeared, Janet noted. As Rachael was sitting on the end of the house shoe alcove seat, Alex slipped in to take her place and sat beside Janet. Janet glanced at Sandra and saw that wicked look of her’s, then gave a silent gasp of shock as Alex’s hand felt her upper thigh. His touch set her on fire, and the flames grow higher as his fingertips traced their way up her tender inner thigh.   The higher they traced, the wider Janet’s legs spread, and then she was trembling with rapture as a finger traced the gap between her vaginal lips. She looked about, could anyone see the pleaser he was giving her, the table hid what he was doing to her, but did her breathing give her away. She couldn’t tell him to stop, as it would have brought attention to them. Anyway, she didn’t want him to stop, it was far too nice to have him do it, it was exciting and dangerous with them all so close.   Janet endured this torture, for twenty minutes until Rachael returned and reclaimed her seat. Then at midnight as it was time to go, Alex trapped Janet in a secluded spot to kiss her and whisper “I’ll see you later.” What he meant by it Janet did not know, but it left her breathless and a little weak in the legs. Something Sandra did not miss, and when Nicole stepped from the taxi, Sandra asked.   “You and Alex got together outside didn’t you, don’t try to lie to me you looked as guilty as sin when you came back, and Alex had a smug look on his face. Did you have sex in the storage area at the back, that’s where Rachael is taken by her man friend; I’ve seen him giving it to her there.” Sandra said as Roberto pulled up outside of Janet’s house. “No Sandra we didn’t,” Janet said then realised she had unwittingly told Sandra she and Alex had indeed been tougher.   She got out of the taxi and watched it drive away, then walked to her door still tingling from his touching her vagina. The ache was still there, the ache of wanting him to do more than just stock her vagina. At the back of the Cascino she had wanted him to enter her and was disappointed he didn’t, she was feeling that disappointment now as she unlocked the door. As she did she heard a footstep, and froze as she turned to see Alex walking towards her, she just stared up at him as he bent to kiss her.   Then she melted into his arms as he wrapped them around her, swooning to his kiss as he swept her off her feet, to carry her through the door. As the door closed her shoes fell from her feet, as he carried her into the house. Then her heart beat faster as she felt him climbing the stairs, there was only one place he could be carrying her, and for only one reason. She felt on the edge of fainting as her heart raced, ‘oh my god I’m going to have sex with another man,’ she thought as her body went limp in his arms.   He stood her by the bed and still kissing as he removed his teeshirt, then she trembled as he undone the waistband of her skirt, and heard the sound of the zip undo. Then there was the erotic electric shock of her skirt sliding down her bare legs, leaving her in her tiny frilly panties, and he was now undoing her blouse. It wasn’t that Janet was frozen in fear, her inability to move was due to her anticipation of what he was going to do to her.   She was eagerly waiting for him to strip her naked, and for him to take her, that was the reason for her inner turmoil. She had never felt this way before because she had never been in this situation before. She was with another man, who was undressing her to have sex with her. She was trembling and unable to move, and he was removing her blouse, she was now only in her sexy bra and panties, and his hands were unclasping the bra.   Their lips had been locked together since he carries her into the house, her body had trembled as he had undressed her, now she quivered and silently moaned as his hand felt her exposed breasts. Her sensitive nipples went hard as his fingers toyed with them, and her lips parted as his tongue pressed between them. To say she was aflame with desire would be an understatement, for she could feel his lower body pressing against her, and she eagerly pressed back onto the hardness she felt there.   Janet trembled afresh with the realization she was about to be naked, his hands had left her breasts, and had made her tingle as they moved down her body. Fingers had entered her panty waistline and were easing them over her hips, as his lips left hers to kiss her neck then shoulders. The lower his hands went so did his kisses, and she was beside herself as he kissed the full ripeness of her full firm breast. Then with his hands at her knees, she shied a shy of purr passion as his lips locked onto her nipple.   She could no longer contain herself, and her hands went to his neck to press his mouth onto her, as he got her to sit so he could remove her panties completely, she thrilled as he nibbled her nipple. Then with her panties removed, he spread her legs apart as his hands roamed up the inside of her legs, she trembled afresh as the fingers excited the tender skin of her inner thighs. Then she gave a gasp as his hand reached her vagina and two fingers entered her, she couldn’t control the twitching of her hips, as his fingers excited her inner vaginal passage and her nails dug into his back as the passion rose in her.   Now both his hands crushed her breasts, as his lips pressed on hers, and she felt his hardness between her legs probing the opening of her vagina. A gasp escaped her lips as he entered her, and a withering shy accompanied his manhood slowly penetrating and filling her vaginal cavity, then there were her gasps and moans as he thrust hard into her with long forceful strokes of his penis. John had never taken her like this, he had always been gentle in his lovemaking.          Janet was making the same loud grunts and groans as Sandra had when she had watched Roberto forcefully having sex with Sandra, as she had knelt on her spear bed with him taking her from behind. Janet was now enjoying Alex giving her forceful sex, with her legs wrapped around him spearing him on with her heels on his buttocks, and her cries of sexual pleaser encouraging him to thrust harder into her. She had climaxed as he had excited her with his fingers, another was building inside her now, making her thrust her hips into him as he thrust into her, and cry passionate words into his ear.   It was promising to be a heavy orgasm, by the way, it was overwelling her and making her feel faint. She was about to swoon when the wave burst over her, and she jerked uncontrollably as gurgling noises came from her throat, and a gush of female ejaculation erupted from her vagina. She was almost crying with the sheer sexual joy she was having, and Alex increased her torment by increasing the tempo of his thrusts and had her bouncing on the bed under him as he thrust even harder into her.     Then she whimpered again as he thrust hard and deep, as his penis started to jerk and throb, and felt his hot sperm filling the condom he wore. Then they lay in each other's arms panting, and passionately kissing, as his hands roamed over her body. His manhood had withered but she could still feel him in her, and by moving her hips slightly got pleaser from the slight movement of his penis.   She shied with slight disappointment when he withdrew from her, so he could go to the bathroom. Now he had left her she felt shy and bashful at her letting him seduce her, she was not that type of girl at all, only lately she had thoughts of infidelity. Sandra’s affair with Roberto had fired her imagination, and seeing them have sex had sent her mind wondering. It had been Sandra that had turned her thoughts towards having a sexual relationship with Alex, and now here she was lying naked with him in the house, waiting for him to return to have sex with her again.   She curled up in a ball and covered herself with the bedsheet, now ashamed of what she had let happen, how could she now face John after so enjoying sex with Alex. How could she look at Alex when he returned after she had so wantonly let him seduce her so easily, she was ashamed of herself, and he had returned and was climbing into bed with her. He was cuddling up to her back his warm body snuggling up close, his arm over her his hand on her breast, the fingers toying with her nipple, as his lips kissed her neck.   Oh my, she was once again trembling with desire as her sensitive excited nipple hardened as he pinched and pulled it, he had returned to arouse her, he was going to have sex with her again, and she was longing for him too. His hand had left her breast and had wandered onto her buttock, and his fingers were stroking the sensitive skin between them. Making her tremble as the tips of them stocked over her vagina lips, then lingered over her clitoris to excite it with just the hint of touching it.   She had never really calmed down from the sexual excitement he had given her before, she was again quivering with desire and he could feel the wetness it caused in her vagina. As he took her hand there was a fresh flow of wetness oozing from her as he wrapped her fingers around his hot penis. Her whimpering increased as her hand moved along his hardening shaft when he began moving his finger inside her vagina. There was her shy of contentment as he slipped his hardness into her, then her purring as he used the full length of his shaft, to transport her to sexual heaven with long slow penetrations.   For long minutes she wallowed in a highly aroused sexual dream, carried to a higher level with every stroke of his long penis. Soft waves of sexual passion washed over her, as his hands toyed with her nipples and clitoris, and warm female pre-cum oozed from her vagina, making his fingers more slippery as they excited her vagina. They had been having intercourse for what seemed an age when she felt some urgency in his thrusts, and she gasped aloud as his thrusts got stronger. They had quickened to making her hot and breathless, knowing he would be ejaculating inside her soon, and her own orgasm was approaching.   She cried out as he thrust his hardness into her forcefully several times, then her own orgasm burst upon her, as his penis throbbed and jerked deep in her, and she could feel his seed pumping into the condom he wore. She cried out joyous words of passion, as she jerked in his arms as her orgasm consumed her. She had never been so vocal before, but then she had never had such an orgasm as this. She was lost in admiration of his sexual ability to give her such sexual feeling, and he was still stimulating her with his fingers, and that length of manhood that was still inside her and still stimulating her. She was quite content to lay in his arms, and wallow in this fussy warm feeling of compleat fulfilment. Chapter 7 Janet still feeling sexually worm and fussy with the contentment of her being with him, was curled up in a ball hugging herself, one hand holding her breast the other between her legs. She had put it there to feel him in her, as she lay in his arms after they had had sex. She wiggled her bottom and felt nothing she wiggled again, then probed between her legs for him still nothing. She turned her head and he was not there, ‘no’ she almost cried aloud it couldn’t be a dream, ‘no’ he had been there, they had had wonderful sex, she could plainly remember it, she could almost still feel him in her.   She felt frustration, ‘no’ ‘no’ he had been there she had held his penis, she had gasped at the force he had made love to her, it can’t be a dream it just can’t be. She suddenly sat up, she was naked, she always wore a nightgown, and there on the floor were her dress panties and bra, where he had dropped them after he had stripped her. It hadn’t been a dream Alex had been there, he had taken her to bed and he had….   Oh my goodness what have I done, ‘Janet asked herself,’ I was a little drunk when he pulled me outside and excited me, and he plied me with wine at the table while he excited me more. I was taken by surprise when he carried me into the house, and he swept me off my feet when he undressed me. I have been unfaithful to John, but it felt so good so right, and it's still exciting me. Janet lay on the bed pressing her legs together, with her hand trapped between them. Remembering how it felt to have his pelvic bone pressing onto her crouch, and she moved her hips unconchusely to recreate the feeling.   Reluctantly she creped from her bed, gathering her clothes from the floor, on her way to the bathroom. Her naked image in her dressing mirror was what he would have seen of her, as he stood to remove his shirt after he had stripped her. His hands had felt those firm breasts, her shaven vagina to he had excited with his fingers, and she had seen no more of his body. Her impression of the size of his penis only gained, by the firm erection she gasped at as he entered her. All through her shower, Janet could not dismiss her wanton sexual thoughts; they were so wrong but felt so nice.   He only came to their night-outs once a mouth, and she was missing his embrace already. Ever since Sandra had intimated she should consider Alex as a lover, she had fantasised over him. That fantasy had come true last night, and Janet was reluctant to let it go. It seemed like a fairytale, and Janet was eager to be the princess and Alex her prince charming. She wandered through the morning tidying in a dreamlike state, at two, she answered the phone in a happy tone, to hear Sandra’s voice saying hello.   “Fancy coffee and a Danish darling, I’ve just come home from having my nails done, picked up some freshly baked pastries,” Sandra said to Janet’s happy hello. “Would love to Sandra, be right there, I’ll just put some clothes on,” Janet said then laughed as Sandra said just come as you are.   It wasn’t that Janet was naked; she had her housecoat on, although she was naked under it. It was her favourite thing to wear around the house, comfortable and loose fitting, light cotton with a colourful print; it was just the thing to wear on hot summer days. Only it wasn’t a fashionable item to be seen wearing out, now a nice light elegantly cut summer dress, was another thing, even if you were just walking around the corner to visit a friend.   Sandra’s home was the ranch-style house; the owners of the land lived in, before they sold a hundred acres to the developers, before that the land was a stockyard for cattle and horses. When they were building the estate, they used the home as an office and storage, plus tea/coffee restroom. Sandra and Bob saw it when they were viewing the new builds, and made an offer that was accepted, and the builders agreed to remodel it to their needs.   Firstly, the walled front yard became their back patio, with the bricking in of the gateway. Then an entry hall and carports at the entrance to the kitchen, that used to be the back door, plus a short driveway to the end of the new road, they had laid. Sandra and Bob had to wait until all the estate was finished before they moved in, but they had the biggest and most impressive house on the estate.   Janet loved it and what they had done, to the layout of the large five bedroomed viler. They swopped the big living room for the master bedroom, and turned two smaller bedrooms adjacent to the new master, into a walk-in wardrobe and en-suite. The master had a settee and a breakfast table, by the patio doors that lead out onto the large patio, which held their big swimming pool, surrounded by lazy loungers and a big bar-b-q, with shaded areas.   The new living room had French doors to replace the large window and lead out onto the patio, from the other wing of the building. The other two large bedrooms were elegantly furnished but hardly ever used. Because in the three years, Janet had known Sandra and Bob they never, had visitors. Apart from the executives of the mining company, that employed Bob, when they had arrived for an all weekend business conferences.   Janet and John had gone to the reception party given for them at Sandra’s home, it was then Janet realised just how influential Bob was in the company. Janet and John had felt overwhelmed in the company of the multi-millionaires; they were very humbled at the thought of being close friends of Sandra and Bob. That feeling of being close to Sandra had been enhanced when Sandra had confided in Janet, about her affair with Roberto and her apparent readiness to ask Janet for the use of her spear bedroom to entertain Roberto.   As Janet made her way around the block to Sandra, she wondered if she should confide in Sandra about Alex and last night. Though perhaps she should, keep her night of lust to herself for now, as she had no idea when or if she would see Alex again. He may not pursue her now he had had his way with her, he may be one of those young men that woe older woman for just the thrill of the chase. Now he had won his prize, he may look for new conquests elsewhere to fill his lust for sex.   Janet was surprised and delighted to find she was the only one asked over for coffee, although they had talked about having a regular coffee meeting on a Wednesday afternoon. They would take turns in hosting it at each other’s homes, although they had not organised it yet. “Hello darling,” Sandra said as she greeted Janet with a hug and kiss, “would you like to take your coffee in here or the patio?” she asked, leading Janet into the kitchen diner. “Patio, I think Sandra, we can sit in the shade, it’s not too hot today,” Janet said, coffee in hand.   Then Janet looked at Sandra in shock as Sandra asked, “So how was it with Alex last night?” Janet just looked at Sandra in total shock, ‘ how did Sandra know, she had sex with Alex at home last night she thought ,’ Janet was still trying to think of what to say when Sandra spoke again. “Don’t act coy with me Janet, I saw him follow you when you said you were going to the loo, you were gone long enough to have sex at the back of the club.”   Janet shied a shy of relief and smiling answered, “he pulled me outside and kissed me that’s all Sandra, he just held me close and kissed me.” Sandra was having none of it, “lair he did more than that Janet, your nipples were rock hard when you came back, and you had a happy glow in your cheeks. You had that same happy look when he sat next to you when Rachael went out, and what was his right hand doing under the table Janet?” she asked.   Janet’s face had gone a deep pink at Sandra’s words, making Sandra smile and ‘whoop’ with joy. “I knew it he was playing with your pussy wasn’t he, and when are you meeting him again so he can fuck you, Janet?” Sandra shamelessly asked, sitting up on her poolside lounger, intent to find out more from Janet. “Sandra, stop it your incorrigible,” Janet said blushing a deeper red but smiling, as memories of last night flashed through her mind.   “You should have invited him back to your place last night Janet, I’m sure he would have eagerly accepted and given you a night to remember.” Sandra said, with her wicked dirty laugh and a grin on her face, before saying, “Roberto gave me a good one last night.” Janet gasped with shock as Sandra put her hand between her legs saying, “I could do with him being here right now!” and she moaned moving her hand between her legs.   “Stop it, Sandra, your making me blush, you’re wicked and shameless,” Janet said fanning herself with her hand to cool her cheeks, as she thought, and Alex gave me one . “Don’t be such a proud Janet, I saw you enjoying him playing with your pussy, you‘ll enjoy it better when he had his dick in there,” then at Janet’s stunned look Sandra said. “Don’t look so innocent, the next time Alex has you out the back, it won’t be his finger in your pussy.”   “I am finding this most embarrassing Sandra, can we please change the subject, now when are we going to make Wednesday afternoons a coffee get together for all the girls?” Janet asked not looking directly at Sandra. “Oh you are a spoilsport Janet; I just love talking about sex, almost as much as I like having it,” Sandra said, putting her empty coffee cop down. “O/k shall we bring it up at lunch tomorrow, we will see what the girls think.”   “Now getting back to Alex, are you seeing him again before he goes back up north on Sunday?” Sandra asked with a cheeky smile. “Oh’ Sandra, and no we didn’t make any arrangements to meet when he left,” Janet said, then quickly looked at Sandra blushing. As she realised she may have said something that might give away, the fact that Alex was in her bed last night, she gave a silent shy when Sandra did not notice it.   “So you’ll have to wait another month for a kiss and cuddle from him that’s a shame, I think we should look for a more regular guy to please you, someone you can see at least once a week,” Sandra said smiling, as she finished her coffee. “Don’t you dare Sandra, don’t you dare try to find me a lover, I get embarrassed enough with you teasing me, I’d die if you told anyone I needed a sex partner,” Janet said, blushing pink again.   She had finished her drink some time ago and thought it was now time she left. “No need for you to see me out Sandra, I’ll see you tomorrow as usual at ten; we’ll see what the girls think of coffee brakes on Wednesdays,” Janet said walking into the house, then out onto the road beyond to walk to her home a block away.    Chapter 8 Prompt as ever, Roberto smiled at her as he opened the car door for her to enter. “Good morning lovely lady,” he said as she smiled at him, he watched her sit, and then slid into the centre seat next to Sandra. He waited until she had adjusted her short dress, and then buckled her seatbelt, before pulling away. He made three more stops on the estate, with the same courteous greetings, and then they were off to the city for their shopping spree.   At one thirty, with just Janet and Sandra in the car, Roberto rounded the corner leading to Janet’s house and said when he saw a white land cruiser. “I saw that vehicle leaving that parking spot yesterday morning at four am, haven’t seen it parked there before!” They looked at it as Roberto drove past it, and then slowed to stop outside of Janet’s driveway; there was no one visible inside the vehicle, so there was no more interest in it.   Roberto was out, as usual, to open the door for Janet, and smiling offered a helping hand to assist her to exit the car as ladylike as she could. She turned smiling to wave and giggle at Sandra, who had also drunk too much wine at lunch. Then thanking Roberto for his kindness, Janet headed for her fount door, as Roberto drove Sandra to her home.   Smiling happily, Janet inserted her key and unlocked the door, and heard a car door close, and then as she opened the door she heard footsteps behind her. Turning she gasped as Alex lifted her off her feet and kissing her carried her through the door, to close it behind them with his foot. The suddenness of his auctions and his kiss took her breath away, and she swooned in his arms, as his kiss melted her and lit a passionate fire within her.   Clinging to him with her arms around his neck, they crushed their lips together in a long passionate kiss, as his left arm held her tight to him, and his right hand supported her under her left buttock. As her arms had gone up to embrace him, her short dress had ridden up, and his hand now held a scantily clad buttock, partially covered with her tiny lace panties. With her now holding him tightly, he moved his left hand down to hold her right buttock.   Holding her this way he pressed her crouch onto him and her shoes fell off as she wound her legs around him. Now she could feel the hardness of his penis, as he pressed it onto her vagina, and her passionate kisses became more urgent as he carried her into the living room. There she felt him lift her onto the back of the settee, where he swiftly removed her panties; as she passionately sucked on his tongue, and then gasped in response when he forcefully entered her.   For long gasping minutes, she moaned and whimpered as he drove his penis deep inside her with long hard thrusts. She quivered and jerked twice to orgasms, and still for what seemed an age he thrust himself into her. Then he quickened his pace for a short time, and she climaxed again when she felt his penis jerk and throb inside her. With her panting face now on his shoulder, he lifted and without removing his penis, he carried her to the bedroom.   With her lips firmly clamped on his, she wallowed in a state of sexual bliss, as with every step up the stairs gave her a sexual thrill, as his penis slightly moved inside her. In the bedroom, he stopped by the bed, to unzip her dress and remove it, then her brassiere fell to the floor leaving her panting and naked. Slowly he lowered her to the bed, French kissing her with passion, before lowering his lips to her breasts, to kiss and suckle her nipples.   All the while grinding his pelvis onto her crouch and moving his soft penis inside her inflamed vagina. Janet was in sexual heaven, she had never experienced sex like this before. When John finished they would just cuddle and kiss, she had never had a penis in her for this long before, and feeling it in her was feeling her with sexual desire. With her legs wrapped around his, she was pressing her crouch to him as he moved his penis in her.   Her nipples were hard as he sucked one, and painfully pinched and pulled the other, before changing every few minutes to torment the other. She had lane moaning and whimpering softly under him for what seemed an age when she gasped loudly as she felt his penis hardening inside her. Then her gasps turned to loud rhythmic moans, as he drove his now hard length of hardened flesh into her with long forceful thrusts.   Janet was on such a sexual high she was having an avalanche of orgasms, one followed another within moments, draining her of her strength and almost passing out with the sheer pleaser, he was giving her. She no longer had the strength to hold him, and her arms and legs fell away, as her body jerked to his penis pounding into her and the continual orgasms. She could only lay under him, gasping at the power of his lovemaking.   When he finally ejaculated and withdrew from her, she was still unable to move and lay gasping her legs spread widely, her soaking wet vagina bright pink and her vaginal passage entrance open. She shuddered and moaned as he put two fingers into her, and then she whimpered as he moved them in her. Her eyes looked at his shrinking penis, as she watched him remove the condom, and then gasped again when he bent to kiss her clitoris.   He had her writhing in sexual torment, as he held her vagina open with his fingers while his tongue burrowed deep into her vaginal passage, giving her another climax that had him lapping from her vagina. She was venting never before had she felt anything like this, she had waves of emotion flowing through her body, as Alex almost drove her crazy with his tongue tormenting the tender sensitive skin of her vagina.   John had never done this to her, he had played and fingered her in preparation to have sex, but he had never kissed or licked her vagina. In fact, they had never spent this much time in sexual foreplay at any one time; Alex had not left her body alone since he entered the house. He had made love to her twice, and he still hadn’t finished tormenting her sexually, would he make love to her again, and the thought made her tremble with delight.   His lips left her vagina and kissed their way to her navel, then on up to her breasts to suckle her nipples before locking onto her lips, and Janet responded to his kiss passionately. His French kisses drove her to higher arousal, as she moved her body under him, and she eagerly fondled his penis when he put her hand onto it. They lay moaning and rubbing their bodies together until Janet’s passion soared, as she felt his penis thickening in her hand.   Her kisses became more passionate, and her moans more wonton as her hand moved more strongly on the full length of his penis, and then was reluctant to let go when he went to put a condom on. Her body shuddered and her legs wrapped around him, as he speared his hardened flesh into her, then her body arched and she moaned aloud as she thrust her hip up to meet his forceful downwards strokes that drove his penis deep inside her.   He was again giving her mutable orgasms, as his plunging penis gave her immense sexual pleaser, and she seemed again to be on the edge of passing out, with the sheer ecstasy of what he was doing to her. Again, she lay prone too weak to move as he uncoupled from her, and stood to look at her from the end of the bed.   She had watched him slowly getting off her, as she lay motionless with her arms and legs outstretched on the bed, her eyes looking at him, as he pealed the used condom from his spent softening penis. This was the second time she had seen it, and both times after, they had had sex, it looked bigger than John’s penis was, and it had felt fatter and longer when she had rubbed her hand along it, as it had hardened in her hand.   He was smiling down at her as he wiped his penis clean and then bent to kiss her vagina before looking into her eyes and saying. “That was wonderful my sex goddess, I would stay for more but I have to go but stay as you are, I want to remember you as you look now, and I will look forward to our next meeting.”  He bent again to kiss her clitoris, and then gave her mouth a long French kiss, before picking up his clothing and left her laying there.   She heard the front door close, then an engine start then a vehicle drive away, and her bedside clock said four forty-five. Alex had been with her for three hours and had given her many wonderful orgasms while keeping her in a state of sexual arousal for the whole time. As she lay there now remembering, his touching her genitals with his lips and tongue, and the forceful way he had made love, her hand wandered between her legs for she still tingled there.   It was almost six before she finally rose from her bed; the sun had gone below the horizon, leaving a faint glow in the sky, in the dwindling light Janet headed for a shower. Walking into her walk-in wardrobe, she was confronted with a dim image of her reflection in her dressing mirror. Activating the light switch turned on the ceiling light of the small room, and the tiny spotlights around the mirror, the floodlights illuminated Janet's body, and Janet studded herself in the mirror.   Opening her legs she thought, ‘Alex would have seen me like this before he left,’ she was looking at her clean shaven vagina, it was puffy and swollen, the outer lips bright pink. She remembered seeing Sandra’s vagina after Roberto had spent two and a half hours with Sandra in Janet’s spear bedroom. He to must have continuously tormented Sandra’s vagina, as Alex had sexually tortured Janet’s.   Janet suddenly thought I'll have to wait for a whole mouth before Alex torments me like that again. Then Janet felt a pang of guilt, as her fingers felt her still sensitive vagina, here she was fantasising over having sex with her lover, and John was coming home tomorrow, would his lovemaking excite her as Alex's had.   Chapter 9 Nine am Janet woke naked and with a fussy head Friday morning after she had showered the night before, she had made herself dinner with which she had drunk some wine. Then sat to watch the telly with another glass, but her mind had been elsewhere, as she relived those three hours with Alex in the afternoon. The second glass of wine turned to three, and before she knew it the two-litre bottle was empty.   She had gone to bed naked and had dreamt of naked men attended her in her dreams, she had enjoyed their attention and looked for them when she woke, only to find she was alone. The memory of the dream and of her afternoon with Alex, haunted her all morning, as she cleaned and prepared for John's return. The images of naked men and Alex, would not leave her mind and kept her aroused all day.   John was surprised not to find Janet waiting for him outside the house, as he got out of the taxi, but was pleasantly shocked, to find her reclining naked on the settee. He eagerly striped to join her there, then they sat naked to eat and have some wine, then they returned to the settee to drink more wine, as they kissed and cuddled before making love again. He was also pleased to find her receptive to his loving her again when they went to bed.   Saturday morning it was Janet who climbed onto John when she found he had a morning glory, then they had sex after he had shaved her mound of venus again before they went off to the bar-b-q at Nicole's home. It was a nice afternoon with good friends, with much laughter and quite a lot of free-flowing wine. Janet was feeling quite merry and when John went to join the other men laughing and joking, Sandra came and sat beside Janet.   "Your secret is safe with me Janet," Sandra said, placing and hand on Janet's knee. "Sorry Sandra I'm sure I don't know what you mean, what secret would that be?" Janet answered, looking quite seriously at Sandra, who smiled at Janet in a knowing way saying.     "You know very well what secret Janet, Roberto saw the driver returning too that land cruiser we saw when he left me at four thirty on Thursday. The man was coming from your house, and the description of him told me it was Alex, so was he good in bed?" Sandra asked bluntly smiling wickedly, as Janet blushed and looked around to see where John was.   "Quite Sandra someone might hear you!" Janet whispered finally looking at Sandra a little red-faced and breathless. "I couldn't tell you before, but Tuesday night when we got home he came and carried me into the house, and raped me. He was waiting for me again Thursday afternoon when we got back from the city, he carried me into the house again." She said looking at Sandra's smiling face and was surprised she had blurted it all out.   "Just how many time did he rape you on Tuesday night and Thursday?" Sandra asked, with her wicked look and laughed as her hand squeezing Jenet's knee. Janet looked about her again before answering, "Three times Tuesday and three times Thursday," Janet said with a slight slur in her voice and a shy smile, she had had quite a few wines by now and the slightly guilty look wasn't quite convincing.   "Good girl you enjoy yourself with your lover, we will have to sit down and have a talk about the best technics our lovers use and compare them," Sandra said, smiling wickedly, and making Janet blush again. "Sandra you are naughty I couldn't do that, I'd be too embarrassed," Janet said, her face glowing. They could say no more as Bob and John had returned with more drinks for them.   Sunday quickly slipped by, but Janet woke as John was getting out of bed Monday morning, and persuaded him to love her one more time. At midday she had a phone call from Sandra, suggesting they have lunch at the local hotel on Tuesday, Sandra would pick her up at eleven. The rest of the day went slowly, as she ambled around the empty house, she had been alone before, but today seemed to drag and felt emptier than usual.   It had been wonderful having John home, and she enjoyed the sex they had, but it left her still wanting, it hadn't fulfilled her desires as it had done before. It hadn't been as exciting as sex with Alex had been, with his rough treatment of her as he swept her off her feet and his forceful lovemaking.   Janet shock herself out of this daydreaming mood, as she found herself sitting staring out of the kitchen window with her coffee going cold. How long she had sat there she didn't know, but she had relived the bedroom sex scenes with Alex and then with John, and felt guilty as she began to long for Alex to return. The guilt and the memories refused to go, and she found herself in bed with the same thoughts.   Even in the morning, her longing remained, and Sandra's questions at lunch did nothing to relieve her frustration. "Did you have a nice weekend, you enjoyed Saturday bar-b-q and John looked happy, Bob said John's homes comings were getting better." Sandra said, with that smile of her's and the underlying meanings to her words, "Bob kept me busy all weekend, hardly had a stitch on for an hour before he took them off," she said smiling.   "Yes Sandra John was pleased with his weekend, he got everything he wanted, he even said a proper goodbye to me Monday morning before he went," Janet said, and left Sandra to unravel the meaning of her words. That in all fairness had started to slur, because over lunch Sandra had kept Janet's glass full and had ordered another bottle when Janet had gone to the toilet, and Janet had drunken most of that.   They were sat beside Sandra's pool, drinking another wine when they heard the patio door sliding open, Janet turned to see Roberto standing holding two more bottles of wine. He was wearing a Hawaiian style shirt that was unbuttoned, showing his bronzed hairy chest, and a pair of very short shorts. She blushed as he stood smiling at her, for she was looking at the bulge in his shorts, and her temperature rose.   "Oh my is it that time already," Sandra said, getting up and moving to Roberto and kissing him. He put his free hand onto Sandra's buttocks and pressing his finger between them, he grabbed her cheek in his big hand. Sandra pressed herself against him as they continued to kiss, seemingly uncaring that Janet was watching him groping her. As Janet got up they broke away from their kiss and turned to face Janet.   "Oh you don't have to go Janet stay and have another glass of wine," Sandra said, as they stood smiling at her now side by side, with Roberto's hand still groping Sandra's buttock. Roberto was grinning at Janet as her face reddened, for she was again looking at that bulge in his shorts, that was becoming more prominent. "Oh no I should leave, I don't want to stop you 'um' entertaining your guest," Janet said blushing a deeper red as her words came out.   Roberto just smiled at her awkwardness and asked, "Would you like me to drive you home lovely lady, it would be a pleaser," he added. "I don't know about that," Sandra said, looking a little concerned "you might not come back," she added with a grin. Janet gasped aloud, "Sandra what a thing to say," clearly understanding what she had intermated, and Roberto smile widened as Janet's eyes looked at him. Then he made Janet gasp and blush deeper, as he gave her a big grin and a wink.   "You've had a taste of forbidden fruit my girl, he might tempt you into having another bite," Sandra said laughing and Janet gasped with shock, as Sandra's hand groped the bulge in his shorts. "Sandra," Janet said, her mouth open in utter shock, as Sandra's hand rubbed the length of Roberto's bulge.   Janet stood still in shock, then blushed a deeper red, realising she was still looking at Sandra's hand massaging the growing bulge in his shorts. Janet suddenly felt panic and turned to hurry from the house, hearing Sandra's gay laughter behind her as she fled through the building and out into the hot afternoon air.   The hot sun didn't help Janet's temperature, nor did the glass of wine she poured herself in the kitchen when she entered the house. The cool liquid seemed to fuel the fire in her, as she thought of what Sandra and Roberto would be doing right now, and Janet had the vision of his growing bulge and Sandra's hand groping it.   For the rest of the afternoon, Janet could not shack the sight, of seeing Roberto's penis growing harder as Sandra brazenly rubbed it in front of her. She had done it openly, she had also suggested Janet should stay longer with them, for what reasons, and what else would Sandra and Roberto do in front of her if she had stayed.   Thursday at ten Janet had to lower her eyes, as she walked out to Roberto’s car. He was stood smiling at her, as he held the car door open. She hadn’t meant to, in fact, she had expressly forbad herself to look at him before she left the house. Only her eyes had glanced at him, and the bulge in his shorts had drawn her eyes to it. She had glanced up to see him grinning at her, and knew he knew she had been looking at the bulge of his penis.   Then with luncheon and shopping over, Roberto was returning the five slightly inebriated ladies to their homes. As they pulled away from Nicole's, Sandra moved closer to Janet, placing one arm around Janet’s shoulders and a hand on her bare upper thigh. “Would you like to come home with Roberto and me Janet, and spend some time with us? I have some of your favourite wine in the cooler.” Sandra in a soft tender voice asked, in Janet’s ear.   Janet taken by surprise as Sandra stroked her inner thigh; she hesitated slightly then silently gasped as the fingers moved on her tender skin, sending a slight thrill through her. Then Janet’s cheeks burn, as the meaning of the question became far to obverses. In her slightly tippy state, it heightened her sexual feelings at what it suggested, but then she felt panic. “No oh no Sandra I couldn’t, you and Roberto will want too…. Oh my no I couldn’t please drop me off at home,” she breathlessly said.   Sandra had a disappointed look on her face, as she leaned forward to kiss Janet on the lips. Then Janet froze and trembled as the hand moved higher up her thigh, to cover her crouch. “Roberto will be disappointed darling, he likes you and would like to know you better, and I’m quite fond of you too.” Sandra smilingly said as she looked into Janet’s eyes before removing her hand.   Janet was speechless and breathless as she turned to step from the car and immediately felt faint. Roberto stood holding the car door open for her to get out, and she was looking at the long unmistakable bulge of his penis. She dare not look up at him as she stood on wobbly legs, her cheeks burning with a hot flush. Was the bulge so prominent because he was not wearing underpants? Had he deliberately made himself bigger, just for Janet to see?   These were the questions, a bewildered and slightly aroused Janet asked herself, as she opened the door to her home. This had been the second time Sandra had suggested she spend time with them, on the day they had sex. Did Sandra want Janet in her house, while Roberto and she had intercourse? Surely she didn’t want Janet to watch them;;;; oh my god, was she expecting Janet to join in with their lovemaking.   A panting sexually confused Janet flopped down in an armchair, while imagines of the three of them naked on a bed, flashed through her mind. That rekindled the memory of a naked Roberto and Sandra, in her spear bedroom the day Janet had spied on them making love. The image of Roberto’s thick penis in Sandra made Janet’s hips quiver, then she suddenly realised she was unconsciously playing with her own vagina.                Chapter10 John was greeted with great joy, as he stepped from Roberto’s car on Friday evening. Where he happily let Janet lead him to the bedroom, to release both their frustrations. The evening meal was an intermit one, that had Janet dressed only in her open dressing gown, smiling at John who was like wised dressed. After dinner drinks and petting, lead to sex on the sofa and early retirement to bed, for more sexual activity until the early morning.   They both got up just before midday, after a prolonged session of petting and sex. At two John was tending to Janet shaven vagina, then had to release both they're pent up emotions there on the worktop where he had shaved her. Three thirty they were at Rachael’s bar-b-q mixing with their friends, mixing drinks and jokes with dancing with the other husbands put Janet in a happy mood.   After some delicious bar-b-q food and several more tall drinks, Janet sat in a swing seat happily watching her equally happy friends dancing and mixing happily. The amount of wine she had consumed and the carefree atmosphere, put Janet in the mood to wonder if the other woman there had had as much sex as she had with her husband. She was smiling happily to herself when an equally happily smiling Sandra sat down beside her. Then happily put her arm around Janet, to hug her close before saying.   “Hello darling you look as if you are enjoying yourself, can I join you in your happy thoughts,” Sandra said her free hand stocking Janet’s thigh, as she leaned in to kiss Janet on her lips. Janet ignored Sandra's hand and turned smiling to drunkenly whispered, “six times so far Sandra,” as Sandra pulled back from her kiss. “What’s was six times darling?” Sandra asked a very tippy Janet. “We have had sex six times since John been home,” Janet said giggling.   Sandra’s smile widened, as she realised just how drunken Janet was. “Oh that’s nice darling, I’m sure John will have sex with you again tonight and tomorrow. Now would you like to come into the house and have a coffee, you have had a little too much wine I think.” Sandra said, as she took Janet’s glass from her, then helping Janet to her feet she led her into the kitchen.   No one seemed to notice them leaving the patio, and entering the house through the large patio doors. Sandra had suggested coffee and steered Janet to the breakfast bar stools in the far corner of the kitchen. Before putting on the kettle, Sandra made sure Janet was safely sat in the comfortable seats. She even bent to put Janet's feet on the footrests, and then gave Janet a kiss.   Then as the kettle took its time to boil, Sandra stood beside Janet. Her hand was again on Janet's thigh, gently stroking along it as she smiled sweetly asking. "Is John satisfying you sexually now darling, with his covenantal lovemaking? You did tell me sex was more exciting with Alex, because of the way he treats you. I only ask because it's like Roberto and Bob, Roberto douses things to me Bob doesn't, but I still enjoy having sex with both of them."   "It's a shame you only see Alex once a mouth, wouldn't it be nice if he popped around maybe twice a week to rape you," Sandra said her hand stroking the tender thigh, just below Janet's crouch. Janet's eyes were half closed, as her breath came in quick succession. Sandra's suggestive words were having there desired effect on the tipsy Janet, as was her hand on Janet's thigh.    Janet gave a withering shy and her hips vibrated, as Sandra's hand felt the wet gusset of Janet's panties. With no rebuff from Janet, Sandra continued talking as her fingers excited Janet's vagina. "Do you like Alex feeling you before he has sex Janet, douse he finger you before he fucks you?" Sandra asked as she slipped two fingers into Janet's vagina, making her quiver and shy again.    Janet in her drunken state purred happily with her eyes closed, as Sandra's fingers gave her pleaser. Obviously, too drunk to comprehend, it was Sandra and not her lover that was exciting her. She even responded to Sandra kissing her on the lips, as Sandra's fingers prejudiced a flow of vaginal juice from Janet's vagina.   Sandra would have eagerly carried on foundering Janet if John had not come into the house looking for Janet. "Here John" she called, removing her hand from Janet as he passed the kitchen door then picking up the kettle said. "Just making her a coffee, she has had far too much to drink," Sandra said as John looked at the grinning Janet, smiling up at him. "Come on you, let's get you home darling," John said as Janet wrapped her arms around him, as he eased her from her seat.   Janet woke hung-over late Sunday morning, not knowing how she got to bed at all. In fact, last night was a big blur, Janet could remember going to the bar-b-q and having food. It became hazy after that, as she had drinks handed to her, and as she had helped herself to more. There was something in the haziness she tried to remember, but it eluded her.   One thing was obvious; John had had sex with her at some time. When or how long ago she did not know, but she could feel he had been between her leg. Her vagina was still sensitive and it was wet and sticky there, how many times had he had sex with her, while she had lain in a drunken stupor, did she dare ask?   A quick shower brought some relief, but coffee was what she needed. It was almost midday by the clock in the kitchen as she entered, and welcomed by a happily smiling John.   "Hello sexy finally got up then, you caught up with your sleep now. We didn't get much last night, what did you drink to make you that sexy"? John asked as he poured Janet a coffee, and she looked at him in bewilderment as she sat. "What do you mean, I can't remember coming home," Janet said, as she accepted the coffee and looking still bewildered.   "Hell Janet you wanted me to rape you in the middle of the road, we just got into the house and we had sex. You never left me alone until we had sex again in bed, then as the sun came up you were on me again. I got up at ten just after we had it again, can't you remember any of that?" John asked Janet and saw her shaking her head, now looking a little flushed.   She could remember none of it, but what John had said reminded her of what Alex and she had done together that first night. He had kept her awake all night playing with her and had sex when he had gotten aroused again. How many time she could not remember, but it was far more times than John had ever had sex with her in one night.   'My goodness' Janet thought, did she think she was with Alex last night. Did she imagine she was having sex with him, had she called out his name while John gave her an orgasm? John said nothing to indicate she had, he was, in fact, overjoyed she had been that sexy last night. He was smiling happily, as he made her toast and coffee.   When he placed it before her, he slipped his hand into her dressing gown to feel her breast saying. "Do you fancy another night like last night darling? I'll pop out for more wine if you do?" he asked, kissing her and toying with her nipple. Janet was still suffering from a fussy head and didn't want to be that drunk again.   The fact she could not remember having sex at all was worrying enough, what had they done while having sex to make John so happy. Janet did not know the answer and it worried her, had she asked John to kiss and tongue her vagina. Something John had never done, but something she had begun to love Alex doing. Or was it her liking of Alex making her bend over, while he took her forcefully from behind, oh dear what could it be.   All day John never enlightened her of what they had done the night before to make him so happy. Although his constant smiling at her, and frequent fondle of her body, had her somewhat apprehensive. Although her hangover had gone by lunchtime, she declined the glass of wine John offered her, while they sat on the patio, having a light salad lunch.   She was determined not to get that drunk again, she wanted to be alert when they had sex tonight. If only to make sure she did not do something, she only did with Alex. John would be the driving force in tonight's bedroom romp; she would do what he wanted to do, in that way she might find out what happened last night to make John so happy.      Lately, it had been Janet coming on to John to have sex; tonight she would be letting him know she would be the submissive wife to him. She had been submissive with Alex, for he had dominated her in their sexual encounters. She had happily allowed him to take her how he wished; he always chose where or when he made love to her.   That was what excited her, her not knowing exactly when he would open her legs to get between them. It was these thoughts that kept her longing for his touch, as she waited for their next meeting. It was also these thoughts that made her sexy when John came home, and although she would not admit it, her thoughts would be of Alex as John made love to her.   At dinner John made sure Janet's wine glass was never empty, and although tipsy Janet did not get too drunk. Then with the excuse, he could sleep on the four-hour flight in the morning. He kept Janet awake most of the night having sex with her, at one point he made her kneel on all fours, so he could mate with her like a dog. Something he had never done before, but the forceful Alex had done to Janet on several occasions.   Chapter 11 It had just gone midday, when Janet finally stirred from her deep sleep, the one she had fallen into when John had finally climbed off her and out of bed that morning. She had been half-asleep when he had spread her legs to climb between them. To enter her again with his renewed erection, just as she seemed to be dropping off to sleep.          A leisurely shower revitalised her, and as she sat in just her housecoat, she revitalised the night before over coffee. John had been more sexually active than he normally was. Although between their bouts of sex, he left her to cool down, before resuming intercourse when he had regained his erection.   Alex would have kept her aroused until he was ready to have sex again, by toying with her breasts and kissing her vagina while he fingered her. She had liked John taking her from behind during the night, but he had not been as forceful as Alex would have been. That thought brought a shy of disappointment from Janet; it would be another three weeks before she saw him again. She had become addicted to his lovemaking and longed to be with him.   At four fifteen, she answered the phone, to find Sandra asking if she wanted to have lunch on Tuesday. Sandra would pick her up at eleven, and have lunch at a local restaurant. Where she looked forward to continuing their discussion of Saturday night, Janet was confused she could not remember any conversations; in fact, Saturday was a blur to her.   Lunch was a pleasant hour-long affair, with nice cuisine and fine wine, Janet wondered if Sandra should drive home. Only Sandra insisted she was more than capable and would not hear Janet's plea to phone a taxi. A thing Sandra remarked on as she poured them more wine, as they sat in the shade by the pool, where Sandra reopened a former discussion.   "Now darling before John interrupted us on Saturday, you were telling me how Alex raped you all night that first Tuesday night, then again on Thursday afternoon. You sounded like you enjoyed it, are you letting him rape you again when you see him next time darling?" Sandra asked, with that wicked look on her face, as a stunned Janet just stared at her. What had she said in her drunken state on Saturday, to Sandra or even John she had no idea.   She and Sandra had had a large bottle of wine over lunch, and she was on her second glass now, after they had returned to Sandra's home. She was feeling the effects of the wine she had drunk, but she didn't think she had drunk enough to feel the way she did. When Sandra started talking again about details of her love life, and their conversation in the kitchen Saturday night.   "Now Saturday you told me Alex picked you up and carried you into the house. Then bent you over the back of the settee, removing your panties he raped you. You were saying he then carried you upstairs, just when John arrived and took you home. You didn't get to say what he did to you in the bedroom, and how many times he did it?" Sandra said with her wicked smile sitting close to Janet, with one hand stroking Janet's bare upper thigh.   Janet had now gotten used to Sandra touching her and taking no notice of her hand on her leg, but with a light blush on her cheeks asked. "My lord did I tell you about that, I must have been drunk Sandra, I don't know what I said or what we did, but John was happy with whatever we did all night. I can't remember a thing of Saturday Sandra, not one single thing and its had me worried." Janet said, taking another sip of her wine.   Sandra smiled at Janet, she herself could remember all that had happened Saturday. Easpesaly the pleasure she had gotten from fingering Janet, as she kissed her passionately. She was now tempted to slip her hand higher up Janet's leg, to feel her again but Janet was not yet drunk enough. She would have to slip her one of Roberto's love potions, the next time she had Janet alone, they were very good at making men and woman want sex.   She had wanted to give Janet one, the last time she had taken Janet out to lunch. When she had gotten Janet tipsy, and suggested Janet should stay when Roberto arrived. He had expressed a desire to have sex with Janet, and Sandra was eager to indulge her lover.   Thinking of what she had done to Janet on Saturday, maybe tonight she would slip a sex drug into Janet's last drink of the night. Then she and Roberto would have all night, to ravage a sexually aroused Janet. Who would be aware of what was happening to her, but unable to resist in her highly aroused state? That would make it easy to sexually compromise Janet at a later date, and get her to join in with Sandra and Roberto's sexual escapades.   "Yes, you were about to tell me more when John whisked you away. Do you give each other oral sex before you have intercourse, Roberto insists on me giving it to him. It really turns him on, and he performs for a long time if he has cum once already." Sandra said quite openly, smiling sweetly at a blushing Janet.   "Oh my goodness no Sandra, I haven't done that not even with John. Though I have to admit, Alex excites me when he kisses me down there. John has never tried to do it and I was shocked when Alex did it the first time and I'm embarrassed talking about it to you." Janet said her cheeks bright pink and turned her eyes away from Sandra to look at her watch.   "Oh my, look at the time, it's almost five, My how the time has flown by I have to go home to shower and change. We are going out at six thirty, Roberto will be here at six won't he." Janet said blushing deeper, knowing full well what Sandra and Roberto would be doing, from six until they left at six thirty.   "You could have a shower here Janet, that little dress you have on would do for a night out. I'm sure Roberto would be very pleased to see you if you stayed for him to arrive." Sandra said her smile meaning more than she actually said, and Janet immediately thought. 'Is she doing it again, was Sandra suggesting Janet should stay, while Roberto and she had sex'?       "No Sandra this dress won't do at all, and I have to change my underwear. I've been in it all day, and I have to refresh my makeup. I'll see you and Roberto when you pick me up, now don't get up I can see myself out." Janet said standing and kissing Sandra goodbye, before turning towards the outside door.   Chapter12   She heard the car pull up outside, as she waited just inside the house. Then Janet stepped out into the evening sunlight, as Roberto stepped from the car to open the car door for her. With an hour of sunlight before sundown, there was still plenty of heat left in the air. Janet could have been forgiven, for her rising temperature seeing she had just come from her cool house. But in truth Janet was still feeling the effect of the wine, she had consumed.   And Roberto had on his short shorts again, and once again there was a large bulge in the right-hand leg of them. Both he and Sandra were smiling at her as she approached the car, but that bulge held her attention. And that one image of them in the bedroom returned to her, of him standing naked behind Sandra's naked kneeling body, as Janet watched them having sex in her spear bedroom.   Had Roberto, had Sandra kneeling once again, while they had sex in the last half hour. "Evening Roberto," Janet said in a soft voice not looking at him, as she entered the car.   As soon as she sat, Sandra leaned over to kiss her hello before Janet had time to adjust her dress. As Sandra turned sideways to kiss her, Sandra's hand was placed high on Janet's bare thigh and the kiss was not just a peck. It was a hot passant one from a heavily breathing Sandra, who smiled warmly as she sat back upright after the kiss.   "I'm really in the mood for this night out Janet, Roberto came just after you left and we had some more wine. Then we spent some time in the bedroom, before showering together and getting dressed. Then as we were leaving he made me bent me over and lifted my dress, we had sex by the front door and I'm still feeling horny darling."   "Sandra you're wicked, you shouldn't tell me such things, you really shouldn't. What you and Roberto do is up to you and him, if you tell others Bob might hear of it." Janet said as they drove on, and there was no more time for Janet to talk. As they were about to pick up Rachal, then the others, before heading into the city for the night.   Dinner was noisy with laughter and chatter, as the five-woman informed each other of what had happened since their last meeting. Though Janet was relieved Sandra said nothing, of what she had been up too, although Janet could not curtail Sandra's drinking. When they moved from the dining room to the casino lounge and the table they had booked.   As Janet was halfway through her drink when Sandra reached out and took hold of Janet's arm. Then smiling happily, Sandra motioned behind Janet making Janet turn to see why. She gave a gasp of surprise as her heart missed a beat, then it began to race as Janet's temperature rose swiftly. As she saw Alex striding towards her, his bronzed face grinning as he saw the surprise on her face at him being there.   "What are you doing here, you're not due back for another two weeks"? Janet asked in an excited low voice after he had said hello to all in the group and kissed her cheek. "Couldn't wait to be with you again, so I changed my inspection routine. One week in the Gibson desert, checking the oil rids there, then a week in Perth, before a week in the great Sandy and the rigs there. I have every Thursday off in Perth, that I'll spend in your bed."   Alex whispered into Janet's ear, making her quiver at his suggestion that she would allow him to ravage her again. Then halfway through the glass of wine he had bought her, he caught her eye. To make the unmistakable gesture, that he wanted her to meet him by the back entrance again. Where he had excited her the last time, by fingering her vagina.   She trembled excitedly at the thought of being in his arms again and glanced at a wickedly smiling Sandra. Who had also seen the gesture, and patted Janet's bottom as she got up, then whispered in Janet's ear. "Go on girl let him know he can rape you again all night, I know I would let him." To which Janet whisper, "Stop it, Sandra I have to go to the toilet!"    Only Alex was in the corridor when Janet turned into it. He was smiling at her, as he waited by the outside door with one hand on the handle to open it. Her eyes closed as his lips met hers, and his arm pulled her tight to his body. Lifting her feet off the floor, he carried her through the door into the darkness.   A few feet from the door he put her down, but still kissing her his hands wrestled with the hem of her tight cocktail dress. Having successfully raised the tight garment to her waist, Alex hooked his thumbs into Janet's panties and pushed them down to her knees. Then lifting her, he sat her on the mushroom top of an air condensing unit.   "I don't want you to wear panties again Janet," he said pulling them the rest of the way off her legs. Then she gasped as he spread her legs to place his head between them, and she writhed and moaned as he tongued and sucked on her vagina. Her eyes had gotten used to the darkness, and she could plainly see the door a few feet away. If someone came out of the casino and stood by the door, they would plainly see what Alex was doing to Janet.   The thought of that happening, gave Janet an excited panic feeling that hastened her orgasm. Which Alex heightened by thrusting his rampant penis, into her throbbing vagina. Making her cry out in passion, and cling tightly to him as he thrust forcefully into her. She had never had sex in the open before, here they could be discovered at any moment. Janet was sexually excited, and the excitement brought on another orgasm.   When she returned to the table and the others, Sandra's smile and inquisitive looks had her blushing. As she finished the drink she had left, and accept the fresh drink, Alex appeared with. Sandra's smiling at her had her blushing, especially when Nicole left the table, and Alex slipped in to take her seat. Janet was sure Sandra knew what Alex was doing when he sat beside her, and putting his hand up her dress to finger her vagina.   She hadn't completely recovered, from his earlier lovemaking. She found it hard to be silence, biting her lip to stop herself crying out in passion, as his fingers again brought a heavenly joy to her vagina. He turned to her smiling when her hips vibrated, and warm vaginal fluid flowed over his fingers, and she longed for him to have sex with her again.   Janet was trembling with excitement, as Alex kissed her cheek, just before she entered Roberto's car. The excitement was knowing she would be in his arms again in half an hour, and for the rest of the night, he would be having sex with her. Sandra could also see her excitement, and as Rachal alighted from the car leaving them alone. Sandra moved closer and placing her hand on Janet's upper thigh said.   "I think I know someone who going to find it hard to walk in the morning, I think her boyfriend going to keep her up all night. And I think her pussy is going to be very tender in the morning, and I think Janet is going to enjoy it."   As the car pulled up at Janet's, Sandra kissed her goodnight and rubbed the length of her thigh. If Sandra's hand had wondered higher she would have felt Janet's was knickerless, her frilly panties were in Alex's pocket. Janet stepped from the car, and could not see Alex's Landcruiser parked where it had been before. As she got to her front door, she looked around as she put the key in the lock. There was still no sign of Alex, and she felt dismayed.   As she opened the door, she gasped with surprise as two arms encircled her. With feet dangling, she was carried into the house gasping for breath, for his sudden attack on her took her completely by surprise. "Take off the dress," he said as he put her down, and she turned to face him. She was taken aback and hesitant, he had seen her naked before, but he had stripped her off. She had not willingly undressed before him, and she hesitated.   "Take off your clothes Janet, I want to see you undress in front of me. I could continue to rape you if I must, but I  want you to be my sexy slut who wants to be naked for me. Now take them off and show me your naked body," Alex said firmly but not in a threatening way. Slowly Janet unzipped her dress and let it fall, then removed her bra to stand naked and trembling so he could look at her nakedness.   "Nice tits," he said feeling them as he bent to kiss her, while pinching and pulling her nipples. "Are you my sexy slut Janet?" he asked moving one hand down to her vagina where he started to finger her. "Yes," she murmured as his fingers began to excite her vaginal passage. "You like me fucking you, don't you Janet?" he asked moving his fingers in her faster. "Oh yes, Alex," she answered breathlessly, his words and fingers arousing her.   "Well Janet now you're my fucking bitch, and you will do as I say when I want to fuck you. Now bend over the settee back and open your legs, I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are." He removed his fingers and pushed her to the settee, where she obeyed him and bent over the back of it, and she stood panting waiting for him to have sex with her.   She didn't wait long before she felt her buttocks being spread wide, and the tip of his penis touch her vaginal entrance. She gave a surprised cry, as he, in one swift stroke sunk the full length of his rigid penis into her. Janet gasped and moaned loudly as his hips slapped into her buttocks, lifting her slightly as his hard thrusts drove into her upwards.   He never slackened his pace nor did he soften his forceful thrusts into her, for the entire length of their matting he brought cries of passion from Janet's lips. He left her gasping for breath when he pulled his now shrinking penis, from her sodden throbbing vagina. To throw her limp body over his shoulder, and carry her almost lifeless body to her bedroom.   Where she squealed, as she bounced on her sprung mattress twice when he threw her from his shoulder onto the bed. She lay trembling eyes wide, as she watched him undress, first his shirt to reveal his bronzed suntanned chest. Then he removed his trousers and pants, in one movement revealing his now soft thick penis, that she had not seen before.   "Open your legs I want to see your juicy cunt," he said stepping out of his trousers. She obeyed him, her eyes still on his penis that had felt so big inside her. It had felt bigger than John's when Alex had put it in her hand to rub, it had been a ridged length of flesh then.   "That's a nice looking cunt Janet, don't you ever hid it from me. I want your legs open, and your cunt ready for me to use, whether I want to kiss it or fuck it. When you're with me you will keep your legs open, so I can feel you or fuck you, do you understand." He said now naked leaning over her sexual aroused panting body. His hands were between her legs, and a finger from each hand-pressed inside her wet vagina.   She nodded whispering softly, "yes Alex," as he grinned at her gasping mouth, when his fingers prised open her vaginal passage. "Now let's see what the inside of your cunt looks like," he said stretching her vaginal entrance is painfully open. Janet had never considered anything other than having intercourse, as having an affair with anyone.   The aspect of having sex with Alex had intrigued her, having him take her to bed at the beginning was exciting. Now he was forceful and demanding, doing things to her she had never imagined. Like now he had her vaginal passage pulled open, and had his tongue licking the inside of it, and Janet was enjoying the thrill it gave her.   "Now you randy bitch you can give me a load of your cunt juice," Alex said lifting his head to her tit and sucking her nipple, as he began finger fucking her cunt. She was already highly aroused, and it didn't take long for her climax to build. Her gasping and hip jerking alerted him to the approaching orgasm, he transferred his mouth to capture her cum.   Janet was overwhelmed with the feeling she was experiencing, and almost past out with emotion. Writing in extasy as his tongue lapped at her vagina, as her sexual fluids flowed from her. Then he was moving up her body, smiling down at her as he bent to kiss her lips, and she realised she could taste her own body fluids on his lips and tongue.   She was really aroused now, panting with sexual passion as he sat up smiling at her. Then when he knelt on his knees over her, she saw his ridged penis long and hard just above her head. "Now bitch suck my cock before I fuck you!" Alex said, lifting Janet's head, and pushing his cock into her open mouth.   Twice more in the night, Alex had sex with Janet, and each time he made her suck his cock before he fucked her. He finally let her sleep in the early morning when he slipped from her bed and left the house. He was well pleased with how things had progressed with Janet, he would return again on Thursday, to continue her training to be his sex slave!   She awoke at midday, realising she was alone but stayed in bed reliving what had happened overnight. Of what he had done to her, and what he had made her do, and found thinking about it excited her all over again. Just thinking of laying with her legs wide open, so he could just look at her vagina had her trembling with desire. She was sure she could still taste the precum juice, that had oozed from his penis when he made her suck him.   It had tasted a little salty at first, but she had liked it and was soon sucking hard on his penis to extract more, and she readily sucked him again when they had sex later. To be truthful, she had enjoyed her erotic night of sex with Alex and was already looking forward to Thursday afternoon, when Alex would excite her again with his forceful lovemaking. Chapter 13 The rest of Wednesday went by, in exciting daydreams of her up and coming Thursday encounter with Alex. She spent the early night naked in bed, possing in the positions he had put her in, so he could look at and feel her body. The posture she practised most, had seemed to be his favourite the night before. It had her kneeling with her legs apart, and her head on the bed with her hands holding her vagina open, for him to look at.   After she had spent some time this way, with him looking he had used his fingers to give her an orgasm. While she had twitched and groaned in the throes of her orgasm, he had mounted her and made her moan louder with deep thrusts of his penis. She had collapsed on the bed exhausted when he had finished. Then watched him peel the condom from his shrinking penis, as he knelt inches from her face then with tissues wipe his penis clean.   He did exactly the same thing each time they had sex, which she knew she was getting. Because he made her watch him, putting the condom on after she had sucked him. She liked looking at his penis as much as she liked feeling it inside her. To her, it was beautiful, fleshy thick and at least eight inches long, and a foreskin that hid a bulbous head. It was exactly the right shape and size, to give her the pleaser of Alex's lovemaking.   She went to sleep holding onto her pillow, imagining it was her Alex. She awoke late still aroused, and skipping breakfast to make up her face and chose her most attractive summer outfit. To appear at her door when Roberto's car arrived, in an off the shoulder white lace blouse. That plunged down between her breasts showing her cleavage, and a full flowery pleated skirt. And was pleased with the way Roberto looked at her, as she walked to his car.   His smile was not the only reason Janet was smiling, in her still aroused wonton state, she was admiring the long bulge in Roberto's shorts. It had to be his penis, the bulge started at the right place, and ended just above the bottom of his right short's leg. They were two inches above his knees, which made the bulge about four or five inches long.   "My you look radiant Janet," Sandra said as she kissed Janet hello. "Wouldn't be anything to do with seeing your Alex later, would it?" She asked just before Roberto pulled up outside of Rachal's house, and grinned as Janet nodded her head. Nothing more was said, during lunch, but the wine was consumed by all.   "Enjoy yourself", was all Sandra said as Janet got out of the car when they arrived home. Alex's Landcruiser was parked just down the road, but she could not see him anywhere. That did not surprise her, he had taken her by surprise before and carried her inside. This time she anticipated his attack and dashed into the house as she opened the door.   Only she was half-hearted about getting away from him, and he caught her just inside. With his hands on her breasts and kissing her, he opened her blouse and pulled down her bra, giving her breast's freedom. Then undoing her skirt he let it fall, to place a hand between her legs. "No panties, good girl," he said as two of his fingers started giving her pleaser. He kept fingering her until she trembled and gasped with a climax, then he pushed her to her knees, and undoing his trousers said.   "Now get your lips around this, you need more practice at sucking my cock. You're getting good at it, but there's an art to milking a cock properly with your lips, and I want you to become the best." She had watched eagerly, as his trousers dropped to reveal his hardening penis. Tuesday night she had obeyed his every command, on how to lick and suck his penis once she found she liked having it in her mouth.   Taking hold of it she rubbed her hand along it, as he had told her, pulling back his foreskin to kiss his exposed knob end. Then using just the tip of her tongue, she licked the hole his precum oozed from. Thrilling at the way his penis thickened and grow in her hand, she opened her mouth and took his penis between her lips, and sucked on its rubbery head. Looking up at him smiling down at her, as her mouth watered to the first taste of his precum.   "You like that don't you, you bitch, later I'll teach you how to swallow all my cock. When I fuck your mouth until I fill it with my spunk, right now drape yourself over the back of that settee, so I can fuck you." He said after he held her head and moved his penis in and out of her mouth a few times. When he released her, she bent over the back of the settee legs apart. Her hands holding her buttocks and vagina open, in readiness for him to enter her.   "Good girl, your learning how to please me quickly, you'll learn how to please me later, but first you want to be fucked don't you," Alex said pushing two fingers into her vagina, and making her moan as he finger fucked her. "Well bitch do you want fucking, you will have to beg me for it bitch?" Alex asked, knowing she was more than ready, by the amount of body juices flowing from her vagina.   "O yes please Alex," Janet whimpered between her gasps and moans as Alex increased the rhythm of his fingers in her. "Sorry I can't hear you, I asked if you wanted fucking, you haven't answered me yet," he said pushing his fingers into her harder now. "Yes Alex I want you to please," Janet said a lot louder, and almost tearful as her need was great.   "Not clear enough Janet, go on say it Janet say you want me to fuck you with this." Alex said taking her hand and putting it on his penis to say, "repeat after me Janet, Alex fuck me with your cock." With her hand rubbing his penis Janet half turned her head, to look at him her eyes wide, and breathlessly said. "Please Alex, fuck me with your cock."   "That's better you whore from now on when I've got you hot, you must beg me to fuck you, now here's your reword." He said as Janet let out a gasp, as he plunged his cock into her, in one swift movement. Amid her gasps and cries of passion, was heard the loud slapping sounds of his hips slapping hard into her buttocks.   As normal, Janet was breathless and weak after he had finished his forceful onslaught of her body. Picking up her lifeless body and his bag he carried her to her bedroom, and tossed her onto her bed and put his bag at the foot of it. She lay looking up at his half-naked body, as he undid his shirt. Then she spread her legs wide, as he frowned at her saying.   "What have I told you, Janet, open those legs," he said sharply looking down at her as he removed the rest of his clothing. She lay looking back at him with passion, as his muscular bronzed body became visible, knowing he would soon be toying with her body.   He was now naked leaning over her and she was panting with desire, as his hand stroked up the inside of her leg. Then a quiver and a gasp, as his fingers entered her still sensitive vagina where his penis had recently been. He had moved up the side of the bed, deliberately placing his penis in her hand as he bent to suckle her hardened nipple. Then moving his lips to hers, he kissed her then as she rubbed his soft penis he said.   "I bet you wish my cock was still hard, so I could give your cunt another good fucking. Well, Janet, I've brought a little friend along with me to help, while we wait for me to fuck you again, my friend will keep your cunt occupied." He was smiling wickedly at her as he removed his fingers, and put his hand into the bag on the bed. Still rubbing his penis she gasped and trembled, as she saw what he pulled from that bag.   It was a big flesh coloured lifelike rubber penis, with veins and a circumcised bulbous head. Alex held it up for her to look at, then lowered it between her legs, and she gasped as the head entered her. Soon she was panting and moaning with sexual pleasure, as he moved its full length in and out of her vagina.   He removed it once to suck her vagina when she climaxed, a second time to replace it with his penis, to have sex with her himself. Then he returned it to her vagina, to make her whimper and moan as he thrust it into her. For well over an hour, he used the imitation penis on her, she was continually whimpering and regularly jerking as she climaxed.   Her vagina lips became swollen with the friction of the dildo, but although she seemed to be crying she didn't beg him to stop. When he did he made her kneel and spread her buttocks so he could inspect her, and she winched and whimpered as he felt her swollen vagina lips. Then he put his fingers into her wet swollen vagina, only to pull them out and wipe them over her anus.   He had had her in this position before, and she had felt him strock her anus with his fingers. Only now he was making her anis wet and slippery with her body fluids, and she tensed as he pushed his finger inside her. He used more of her fluids, and a second finger to make her anis slacker and slippery. His fingering of her anis had not been a discomfort, but when she felt the head of his penis pressing her anus inwards she panicked.   "O no Alex, o please no," she cried but he took no notice of her, and she yelled as his penis head entered her. Taking no notice to her whimpering, he slowly inserted more of his penis into her anus, with short back and forward movements of his hips. Until he was sliding the full length of his penis, in and out of her anus.   "Fuck your nice and tight, is this the first time you've had your arse fucked Janet. It won't be the last time you'll have your arsehole stretched, believe me, god that's a nice shot." He said as Janet heard his camera click again, all afternoon he had taken photos of her mostly with her legs wide open. He had taken several with the dildo in her vagina, and his penis in her mouth. Some of her sucking the dildo as they had intercourse, now he had some of him buggering her.   Janet collapsed onto the bed when he finally got off of her, fragile and worn out after all he had done to her, only she still responded to his kiss as he bent over her. "That was a good sex session, Janet, it's a shame you will have to wait a fortnight for the next one. Would you like me to leave our little friend with you, you could fuck yourself with it every day."   "I've got one last present for you, and I want you to start taking them right away. They are berth pills Janet I don't want you pregnant, I'm not wearing condoms the next time I fuck you, your being fucked bareback from now on." Alex said throwing a white box down on the bed beside her, then Janet watched him dress before he bent to kiss her, and felt her vagina one last time before he left.   Chapter 14 Janet lay for some time recovering from the four hours, Alex had her obeying his sexual demands. Although her vagina and anus aked, with the treatment he had given them, she had like the state of arousal he had kept her in for so long. Her eyes looked at the big lifelike dildo, he had left on the bed beside her and thought of the many orgasms it had given her. Her first sight of it had sexually excited her, looking at it now it still did.   It reminded her of Alex's penis with the foreskin pulled back, it was slightly bigger in girth and length, but it was as beautiful as his. He was also exciting her by making her talk dirty, insisting she had to call it a cock, instead of a penis and making her beg to be fucked instead of having sex. Everything he did to her sexually excited her, and as her hand rubbed along the rubber dildo, she was longing for his return to do it to her again.   The weekend arrived and went, and sex with John was nice but not exciting. She opened up somewhat to Sandra after their Tuesday lunch date, Sandra had ordered a large bottle of good wine. Which they had devoured over lunch, more wine was poured on their return to Sandra home. To Sandra's question of how many times she and Alex had had sex on Thursday, Janet was unsure how to answer due to the prolonged use of the dildo.   "I had six orgasms, Sandra," Janet answered instead, giggling a little drunkenly and smiling at Sandra's shocked look. Although even she was unsure of how many she had actually climaxed, in the four hours he had assorted her vagina, or should she say cunt as Alex insisted on calling it? He had used his fingers mouth and his cock, as well as that dildo,  to make her cunt overflow so many times.   "My he really pleases you, darling, sounds like he could be a rival to my Roberto. Though I doubt he'd have the same size as Roberto to please me with? I don't suppose you have measured him darling so we can compear?" Sandra finished laughing and patting Janet's leg, cursing herself for not getting the blue bottle from her medicine cabinet. Janet seemed to be in the right mood for a little sexual stimulant, and Roberto would be here soon.   The drug took thirty minutes, to get into the bodies system and lasted for twelve hours. Forty-five minutes was the ideal time to allow the victim to get fully aroused, then he or she would be putty in your hands. The beauty of the drug was the victim remembers everything, and because they think they are willingly taking part in the sex games. They are easily approachable, again at a later date when they were a little merry again.   When Roberto did arrive, Sandra, wondered if Janet was already aroused enough to accept an invitation to stay. Because as the time for him to arrive draw near, Janet made no move to go. Then as Roberto entered, she could see Janet's eyes studying the bulge in his shorts. She had to smile herself knowing Roberto had no pants on, and that he would have encouraged his cock to grow a little to excite Janet.   As he approached her Janet rose from her seat and tilted her head up, as he went to kiss her hello. It was not just a casual kiss, his lips lingered longer than they should have. He had sensed her friendly smiling mood was due to the wine, and putting his arm around her he held her tight to him. His prolonged kiss was not expected, but Janet did not reject it as it elevated her temperature, as did the hard thing he pressed onto her crouch.   She was a little breathless when he released his hold on her, and a little disappointed she was going home alone and envious of Sandra, knowing what they would be doing when she left them alone. As Sandra kissed her farewell, Janet wondered if she would be asked again to stay for more wine with Roberto, and was a little disappointed when she was not.   It was now three o/clock in the afternoon as Janet entered her home, in three hours time Sandra and Roberto would be picking her up for their night out. Three hours they would spend in the bedroom together, then three hours again when they returned after midnight. Janet was envious, she had to wait another week to see Alex, to satisfie her sexual needs. She tried for an hour in her bedroom, when she took her rubber friend from his hiding place.   She did achieve a climax, but it wasn't the same as having a hot male body on top of you. She had lain for a while stroking it with her eyes closed, imagining it was attached to his body. She even took it into her mouth, when she imagined him ordering her to suck his cock. She put it away disappointed as it did not quell her need for him, it was not the same as him forcing her to have sex his way. From now on she would not hesitate and do all he asked.   Janet did not enjoy the night out, she kept looking around hoping to see Alex appear at the table. No matter how much she drank, by the end of the night, she was still sober. Going to bed to toss about most of the night frustrated, Thursday afternoon she took her rubber friend to bed, trying to relive an afternoon with Alex quite unsuccessfully.   On the weekend John gave her relief to a degree, but he was surprised at the many times she approached him to have sex. Not that he complained at all, he was pleased with the way his sex life had improved in the last few months. Only the sex he was giving Janet, was not an improvement on the sex she got from Alex.   There was a vast improvement to Janet's demeanour on Tuesday morning when Sandra picked her up for lunch. She was full of excitement as they had lunch, and after at Sandra's home as they had wine and waited for Roberto. Sandra rightly attributed Janet's happiness, to the fact she would be seeing Alex that night.   Sandra also noted Janet's eagerness to welcome Roberto, when he arrived again in his shorts with a prominent bulge, that she pressed herself against. It was almost a repeat of the kiss they had last Tuesday, only this time when Roberto put his arms around her, his right hand was placed on her buttocks. He was pleased she allowed him to hold her closer for longer, as she kissed him back with open lips.   Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was seeing Alex that was changing Janet's attitude to sex in general. She was now finding Roberto more sexually attractive than she did before, and that kiss and feeling his hardness again did affect her. She was so aroused she knelt on her bed naked, with her rubber friend imagining he was behind her. Just like he had Sandra in her spear room, the day Janet had watched them having sex.   Chapter15 She was still aroused when Sandra and Roberto picked her up at six thirty, it was not just the wine she had consumed as she waited impatiently for them. It was knowing Alex would be there at the casino and would be with her most of the night that was exciting her. Looking at Roberto's bulging shorts as she went to the car, only enhanced her sexy mood. As she climbed into the car and kissed Sandra hello.   As they sat in the casino lounge she could hardly contain her excitement, as she waited for Alex to appear. When he arrived he did with drinks, kissing her on the cheek in welcome. She could not take her eyes off him, as he chatted and smiled at all around the table. Halfway through the second drink, he had bought her she was feeling amorous.   She started to wonder when he was going to take her outside, and ravage her like he did the last time he took her out. She brought a smile to Sandra's lips when Alex made the gesture; he wanted her to meet him at the back. In her eagerness to leave the table, Janet nearly climbed over Rachel when she did not move quickly enough. Sandra and Alex exchanged smiling glances, as he left in one direction and Janet rushed in another.   Outside Alex hustled her in among the air conditioning units, and as they kissed he wrestled her tight dress hem to her waist. Finding out she was already sexually excited when he put his hand between her legs, to feel her soaking wet cunt dripping with her juices. "You want fucking bitch?" he asked, with two fingers making squelching noises in her wet cunt. "O yes please Alex, your loving bitch wants you to fuck her now.   "You can suck my cock first you whore, then I'll give you what you want." He said undoing his trousers, as she went down on her knees. It was a bright cloudless night and the stars gave an illuminating glow, once your eyes got used to the darkness. Suddenly there was another glow, when the door opened a few feet from them. It disappeared when the door closed again, leaving a man clearly looking their way.    "It's alright Janet its only Frank, he here to see were not disturbed. Keep sucking my cock, I don't mind him watching me fuck you." Alex said pushing his cock back into Janet's mouth when she tried to remove it when she saw Frank standing looking at her with Alex's cock in her mouth. To say she was uncomfortable with him looking, was obvious, but knowing he was there was a little exciting.  She looked at Frank again, when Alex lifted her onto the cowling and started fucking her.   She could not suppress her moans and groans, as she looked at him smiling at her, and saw he had taken his cock out and was rubbing it. Then she gave a cry of dismay when Alex removed his cock and said, "Here Frank help me fuck this bitch," and held Janet's legs open as Frank got between them. Janet was stunned and shocked that Alex would do this to her, but she was unable to stop Frank entering her, and was soon gasping and moaning as Frank fucked her as hard as Alex had.   Janet climaxed nosily much to Frank's delight, as he smiling down at her. While she, in turn, stared back at him, in shocked disbelief that this was happening to her. Most of the disbelief was because she was highly aroused by her situation, having two men fucking her likeable. That was made painfully clear to both men when they changed places.   Frank pulled out oh her as he was about to ejaculate, and turned to the wall to spatter his seed ageist it. Janet laid waiting eagerly for Alex to enter her again, and when he did, she clung to him for dear life as he fucked her very hard. "I hope you're taking those berth pills bitch because I'm not pulling out. I'm filling your whore's cunt with my spunk."   Janet shuddered under him and gasped aloud at his words, she had felt his and John's cock jerk and throb when they ejaculated into a condom. She had never felt their hot sperm pumping inside her, and the thought brought on an orgasm that made her hips jerk wildly. "You're enjoying this you bitch, I thought you were ready for sheering, I'm going to enjoy you tonight," Alex said ramming his cock into her faster, now he was nearing the point he would ejaculate.   Alex gave her a few quicker hard thrusts before he buried his cock deep inside her, where It began throbbing and jerking, spurting out his warm semen to fill her vaginal passage. When he pulled his cock from her, she just stared at the two men. As she lay gasping with the sexual emotion, she had just experienced, two men had just had sex with her and she had not fought against it. In fact, she was still highly aroused as she sat on the conditioner, her legs still open in obedience.   In the dim light she watched Alex clean his penis, then place the same tissue between her legs and onto her Vagina. "You will need to clean yourself up before you go back to the table," Alex said, wiping Janet's vagina, then helping her off the conditioner. Then at the door to the ladies toilet, he kissed her saying. "See you later, I'll have a drink ready for you at the table you sexy bitch. Now go clean that lovely cunt of yours, I'll clean it out the next time I fill it!" he finished and kissed her.   On her return to the table, she was greeted with razed eyebrows and a questioning look. "You've been gone for an hour Janet, don't tell me you just went for a pee. Look at Alex, he's looking more than satisfied about something, has he been in your knickers girl?" Sandra asked in a whispering jovial tone her lips near to Janet's ear, her hand on Janet's upper thigh. Janet was still feeling sexy, and in her aroused state she turned to Sandra smiling and said.   "Did you and Roberto have sex before you left home tonight, and are you and Roberto having sex when he takes you home? The answer to both is yes Sandra, and I'll be having sex again tonight when I get home!" Janet whispered back with a broad smile on her face, as she lifted the glass Alex had placed on the table. Smiling at him, she took a sip of the amber liquid in the glass.   Chapter 16 Janet fidgeted all the way home in Roberto's car, she was so sexually aroused, she leapt from the car and run to unlock her front door knowing he would be here somewhere. As the click of the key sounded, she gasped as two strong arms surrounded her. Then panting widely she was carried into the house and deposited behind the settee, instead of draped over it as usual. Janet felt and heard her dress zip being undone; then when it was removed, she stood naked.   Panting heavenly she was turned to face Alex who bent to kiss her, she swooned in his arms closing her eyes. Only to quickly open them, when she had a feeling they were not alone. Frank was standing behind Alex smiling at her, as he removed the last of his clothing. Alex was groping her breast while kissing her, and fingering her hot wet vagina. Janet was quivering and speechless with sexual excitement, as she watched Frank stroke his cock until it was long and hard?   "On your knees bitch, you can suck our cocks before we fuck you, start with Franks while I undress," Alex said pushing Janet to her knees. Janet was so sexually turned on, she just obeyed Alex without hesitation. Then as Frank came from behind Alex, he pushed her head forward onto Frank's cock. Janet soon found she enjoyed sucking Franks cock, as much as she liked sucking Alex. Although Frank's cock was smaller, it was just as tasty when he started producing his pre-cum juice.     Now undressed Alex put Janet's hand on his cock saying, "now you can give both of us a good blowjob." Janet responded by taking Frank's cock from her mouth and sucked on Alex's, then sucking on each of them in turn, while rubbing her hand along both of them. "Enough," Alex said lifting Janet to her feet and turning her to drape her over the settee. "We'll take it in turn, to fuck her down here Frank, but when we're in the bedroom you can fuck her whenever you're ready."   "No condoms, but no filling her cunt with cum, not until we fuck her for the last time in the morning!" Alex said as he made Janet grunt and moan, by ramming his cock into her cunt hard. "Fair enough Alex; I won't fill her cunt until you say so. I must say though you have her trained well, she is so eager to please you," Frank said walking around the settee, to stand on the cushions and put his cock into Janet's open mouth.   "It wasn't that hard Frank, she was so frustrated she was mine as soon as I kissed her, and got my hand between her legs. She had been a typical naive wife, who hasn't been fucked properly before. She was a little drunk the first time I fucked her and loved me showing her what she had been missing. She loved my cock so much she let me do what I liked to her and loved it all, tonight just to make sure she was going to be compliant, I have given her some biovea."   "It's a very strong sex drug, she will know what's happening to her, but she will obey without question, watch," Alex said, pulling his cock from Janet's cunt, and moving beside Frank. "She has never sucked me off before, tonight she is sucking us both off. Now get over there and fuck the hell out of her, I'm nearly ready to shoot my load." He said holding Janet's head as he fucked her mouth, and watched Frank move behind her to fuck her cunt as hard as he had.   "You ready for this you lovely bitch? Are you ready to drink my spunk? Alex said as Janet stared up at him with wide eyes. Her muffled moans coming from her throat, as Frank thrust his hips into her buttocks. His hands groping her tits, as his fingers pulled and pinched her nipples. Then she gagged, as Alex's cock jerked and started filling her mouth with his sperm.   "Swallow it down Janet or chock; I'm not taking my cock out until you have drunk all of it," Alex said.  Holding her head, as his cock throbbed as more cum oozed from it, and then when she did swallow he prized her. "Good girl, now hurry and suck my cock clean, Frank will want to use your mouth as well. Because you enjoyed that so much, from now on you're sucking us off every time we fuck you." Alex said just as Frank turned her to make her kneel, and Janet opened her mouth.   Maybe Frank being at least forty-odd, made Frank's semen thicker than Alex's it was much saltier to, though it did taste nice as Janet sucked hard as it oozed from his cock. Frank was enjoying the eager way she sucked him, and as Janet swallowed it down, he said. "Fuck Alex she's a born cocksucker, I don't think it's just because of the sex drug, I bet she'd suck you off without you giving it to her," Frank said looking down at her, as she held his cock, and licked his shrunken knob end.   "You may be right Frank, but I didn't want to chance it. What I have found with her, is once I have done something to her, she normally accepts me doing it to her again. Now carry her upstairs, she loves being abused until she is fucked again. So if you have anything you have ever wanted to do to a woman's cunt, now is the time to fulfil your fantasia." Alex said, picking up the holdall, Janet trembled as Frank lifted her; it was the same bag he had the last time and taken the big dildo from.   What else did Alex have in that bag, to torment her with, and there was Frank, Alex had said could do what he liked to her. Frank was about the same age as her father, which would make him twice her age. Never had she thought of having sex with anyone of that age, but his cock had given her as much pleasure as Alex's had. Roberto was of a similar age as Frank, now why had she suddenly thought of him.   Frank laid her gently onto the bed, before kissing her between the legs. Lifting his leg over her, she opened her mouth as he lowered his soft cock for her to suck. "Here's some lube Frank give her arsehole a good fingering and make it nice and slippery, you're be fucking it soon," Alex said, and then Janet felt slippery fingers feeling her anus before they invaded her. With his tongue licking the entrance to her vagina, and his fingers moving in and out of her anus, Janet climaxed.   Frank lapped eagerly at her cunt as he added a third finger to her anus, making Janet moan again as he fingered her slackening arsehole. It had been twenty minutes since she had sucked him off, and now his cock was thickening in her mouth. Her mouth watered, as his love juice began oozing from his cock. "You ready yet Frank?" Alex asked as Frank started fucking Janet's mouth with his hardening cock. "Yes I am, but if I'm fucking her dirt box, I'll need a condom!" Frank answered.   He lifted himself off Janet, and Alex took her hands to sit her upright. Then putting his hands under her buttocks, he lifted her against his body, and then lowered her slowly onto his cock. With Alex's cock sliding into her; she felt Frank's hands on her buttocks opening them. Then she gasped and moaned, as his knob pushed open her arsehole and she felt his cock entering her. With her body pinned between them, all she could do was whimper and moan as they both fucked her.     Alex pulled out of her first, to sit on the bed and pull Janet's mouth down to suck him off, as Frank continued to fuck her from the rear. He and Alex came almost together, Janet climaxed as Alex's cum filled her mouth, and Frank's cock throbbed inside her arse. Frank left them to go to the bathroom, leaving Janet kneeling on the floor still sucking Alex's cock. "You enjoyed that didn't you Janet?" Alex asked. She looked up at him nodding and smiling, her cunt and arsehole tingling.   They left her exhorted in the early hours; after they had fucked her a total of four times each. The rest of the time, they had fingered and teased her to many orgasms, and she had drunk seven loads of their spunk. Now she just lay panting legs and arms open wide, as each of them gave her cunt a farewell feel and kiss. Then they left her alone to fall into a fitful sex drugged sleep, where she dreamt of a succession of men, having sex with her.   Chapter17 When Janet finally woke the sex drug had worn off completely, and she lay in disbelief that she had spent the night with two men. She could remember all they did, and her willingness to do all they wanted. Her vagina was still a little puffy and tingled at her touch, as she remembered eagerly allowing them to enter her with their penis's to have sex. Janet should be cussing Alex's for deceiving her and giving her that drug, but the drugged Janet had enjoyed the attention of the two of them.   If Alex hadn't drugged her at the casino, she may have fought off Frank's attempt to fuck her. Being under the spell of the drug, she had seemed willing for Frank to fuck her a second time. As he was fucking her, Janet had had an orgasm, which indicated to them both; she was enjoying the situation. Only the drug had robed Janet of her ability to resist them, and it gave her an over welling desire to please, which also gave her sexual pleaser to receive them between her legs.   Janet was wrestling with her emotions, as she lay remembering clearly what had happened the night before. The way she had acted when Alex had first said, he was filling her mouth with his semen. She had enjoyed them probing her vagina with their fingers and tongues, then filling her completely with the girth and length of their penises. Was it just the drug that made her want sex if it was, why was she now willing to forgive Alex, and look forward to seeing him again on Thursday?   A little after three, Janet got home from Rachel's afternoon coffee meeting. She had just changed out of her dress, and into her housecoat when the doorbell rang, Janet was surprised to see Alex standing at the door a small parcel in his hand. "Where have you been I came an hour ago, now I haven't much time before I have to meet someone, so get upstairs and get naked?"   He said, his hand groping her breast as he bent to kiss her, giving her no time to ask why he was there. He hurried her up the stairs, with his hand between her legs feeling her vagina. Alex helped her remove the housecoat, and then undid the package he held saying 'try this on.' It looked like a rap over full-length evening dress that shown like gold and had just one fastening at the waist. The plunging neckline ended above the fastening and revealed her cleavage and part of her breasts.   "We're going out tonight to meet some associates," Alex said steering Janet to her dressing room, to stand her in front of her full-length mirror. "I want you to wear this when we meet them if they like you their prepared to cut me a deal on some goods," Alex said, opening the top of the dress to reveal her breasts. Undoing the clasp of the dress he moved his hands down to her vagina and opened her cunt lips. Janet gasped looking at herself in the mirror, and at her pink skin on display.   "What do you mean Alex if they like me, what are you planning to do if they say yes?" Janet asked, already in her heart knowing the answer, seeing he had let Frank fuck her last night. "You drugged me, so your friend Frank could molest me; you're not to do that again, I won't let you!" Janet said then yelped as Alex clamped his hand over her vagina, and inserting his fingers painfully seized her cunt as he said.   "You're going to do as you're told Janet or hubby John will see the photo's I've taken of you enjoying being fucked. I have a nice one of you sucking Frank's cock, and of you enjoying him between your legs. Tonight, you tart you're entertaining some drug dealers for two hours for me. They have seen your naked photos, and have shown an interest in having sex with you. You are going to please them, so get used to it Janet, this won't be the last time you'll be entertaining."   He said, as he manhandled her to her dressing table, where he removed the dress and bent her naked body over. To make her gasp and groan as she looked at her tortured face in the mirror, as he fucked her as hard as he could. Only to force her to her knees when he pulled out, so she could suck his bloated cock. "Fuck I'm going to be late you bitch, suck harder!" he said as he held her head to fuck her mouth and made her gage a few times, by pushing his knob end down her throat.   "Be at the gateway motel by six thirty wearing that dress Janet; don't make me come up here to fetch you." He warned, as he put his cock away and zipped up his flies. "I'll drag you there naked if I have to, you don't go back on your word with men like this. I've said you will be there for them to fuck if they want to. From what they said when I showed them your photos, you're being fucked tonight for sure. Do as you're told Janet, and you won't get slapped into submission."   Alex said tapping Janet's cheek as if to enforce his remarks, making her take a quick intake of breath. She was under no illusion of what he had meant by that gesture, or of the threat to show John the photos of her and him. She would have to do as he said and entertain his friends; she had survived a night with him and a stranger named Frank. She was not looking forward to having two complete strangers molesting her, but she could see no way of getting out of the situation.   Alex blew her a kiss as he left the room, leaving her still kneeling on the floor where he had left her. Looking at herself in the long mirror, as her ample breasts heaved as she took deep breaths. Still thinking of what was going to happen to her, when Alex gave her to the drug dealers. He had just vertically raped her, and she had not fought him off. Was she addictive to sex, was that why she was trembling, keeling legs apart looking at her wet vagina he had just used for his own pleaser.   At six twenty, Janet stepped from the taxi, at the entrance to the gateway motel a little uneasy. She had seen the taxi driver watching her as she entered his cab, and then watch her in his rear-view mirror as he drove her there. The gaping neckline of her dress showed too much of her breasts, but she was unable to do anything about it. He had hurriedly got out of the car to open her door and got an eye full of her crouch when she tried in vain to alight elegantly from the car.   She stood blushing as Alex gave him the fair, knowing he had seen between her legs as she had put one leg out before the other. "You look ravishing Janet I wish I had time to fuck you myself," Alex said as he leads her inside to the lounge bar. Stopping a waiter as they entered, he ordered a gin and tonic and a swan larger, and then indicated a table in the far corner. The waiter smiled at Janet as he slowly put the drinks on the table, and taking a long look at her breasts before leaving.   "Okay let's get you sexy and presentable", Alex said producing a small bottle and pouring some of the contents into Janet's drink. "Now drink that up Janet, it will relax you and make you accept what they are going to do to you. To show you off I am going to strip you and show the drug boss your juicy cunt. So while you drink that and get sexy, I'm giving you an orgasm to make your cunt look inviting." Alex said putting his hand between her legs to finger her.   Janet was trembling as Alex knocked on room '22', she could feel the effect of the drug was working on her. Also the anticipation of what was going to happen to her inside that room. Had her vagina oozing female cum, especially after Alex had fingered her to an orgasm. Her heart gave a skip and a flutter as the door opened, and Alex gently pushed her into the room.   Standing to hold the door open was a muscular well-built Samoan man, in an armchair facing her was an even larger Samoan. A tall Samoan sat on the bed, and all three men were naked. Janet's legs went weak as she looked at their penises; she had imagined there would be two men there. Seeing three large thick black penises took her breath away, and they were only semi hard now. The thought of them being long and hard, brought a fresh flow of fanny juice from her.     The man in the armchair was obviously the boss because Alex moved Janet to stand in front of him before saying. "Here she is Felu, as you see I have not exaggerated her beauty, and look at these tits," Alex said pulling open the dress to expose her breasts, his hands going to them to pull her nipples that had gone hard. With the dress pulled off her shoulders, it slivered to the floor when Alex undid the clasp leaving her naked.   Janet opened her legs as Alex's hands went between them, to open her vaginal lips to expose the pink inner skin to the drug boss. Again, she trembled as Felu leaned forward, to put his hand between her legs to insert a finger. "See how wet she is Felu, she can't wait for you to fuck her and you can fuck her any way you like. She has been told to obey your every wish, so have we a deal Felu, her in half payment for the drugs."   Felu smiled and leaned to his left, to pick up a large paper bag he placed on a table. As Alex replaced the bag with a bulging envelope, Felu took Janet's hands and encouraged her to kneel between his open legs. Then as Alex was leaving the room, he looked back into the room as the door was closing, to see Janet's head bobbing up and down over the drug boss's lap.   When that door closed again at ten- forty, the last of the Samoan's had just passed through it. Leaving Janet curled up on the bed, where the last of them had left her after fucking her arse. She lay utterly exhorted, after three and a half hours of nonstop sex. Because after they had fucked her for the first time, she had a cock fucking her continually. Seeing there were three of them, by the time the third had fucked her, the first had regained his erection and was fucking her again.   Janet lay quits still her head swimming, as she was still under the influence of the drugs. They had given her some white powder to take, which had made her fussier then she was. Making her as limp as a rag doll, they pulled around as they wished to fuck and make her suck them. What they had not made Janet drink of their cum, now oozed from her swollen vagina and anus. The two last Samoans ejaculated inside her, after fucking her in double penetration sex.   It had been the second time they had fucked her that way, Janet could not remember how many times she had been fucked in total. To her, it had been one long fuck, as there was always a cock in her. Likewise, she had no idea how many time she herself had climaxed, she could remember one Samoan lapping up the orgasm he had given her while fucking her. Apart from that, she was the one drinking their semen after they had fucked her.   It was almost eleven when Janet stared her aching body and stood under a refreshing shower to revive her. Then using the hotel phone and the list of taxi firms, she tried to organise a lift home. Only to be told there would be no taxis available for that location, until one or two in the morning. Now she had no other choice, but to use the only other phone number she knew, to get her home. When he answered, Roberto, said he would be there in fifteen minutes.   Janet was devastated at having to ring Roberto, as she looked at herself in the mirror. He would know at a glance, what she had been in that room for. Her hair was a mess and so was her makeup, and this dress she wore showing her tits and the harlot she was. That had just spent three hours being fucked, by three burly men in a seedy motel room on the outskirts of town. She was near to tears, as she waited for him to knock on the door, and jumped in fright when he did.   Janet saw his eyes open wide as he looked at her when she opened the door for him, she went to look away but looked down to see that bulge in his shorts. The drug they had given her was still affecting her and would have allowed him to take her back into the room. She would have been unable to stop him fucking her, and just stood to wait for him to make his move. He did by taking her arm, and leading her to his car.     Chapter 18 Eight hours of sleep, seemed to have done Janet good, though she had a somewhat fussy head it was not troublesome. In fact, she felt quite refreshed after her deep sleep, and her vagina had returned to its normal size, it was her memory of last night that worry her a little. Although being drugged, the things they did to her were crystal clear. Her willingness to have sex with them was all due to the sex drug, Janet argued to herself. The thing that worried Janet now, was the feeling she had when Roberto had appeared at the door of the motel room.   He had openly looked at the plunging neckline of her dress, with almost half of her breasts on display. She had seen the movement of his penis, as it hardened inside his shorts. She had become flustered and hot and wanted to see what he was hiding inside his shorts. If he had made any sort of sexual advance towards her, she would have opened her legs and welcomed him between them. At that moment, she felt disappointment, when he led her away from that room.   How would she feel, and how would he treat her when they met again after he has seen her in the state they had left her. He would know why she was in that room, and why she was dressed as she was. He had always treated her kindly and ladylike, would he now treat her like the slut Alex had turned her into. Would he too demand sex from her to keep her secret? That's what was in her thoughts now.   That was the reason she did not want to ring him last night, he was her friend's lover and she saw him every week. The drug dealers, she may never see again, 'she hoped', though Alex had threatened, there might be other men she would entertain. Another drug dealer maybe, or friends and workmates like Frank. He had those photos he was blackmailing her with; at the moment he had complete control over her.   Right now though it was Roberto, she was worried about seeing again. In the fully illuminated entrance of the motel, he had helped her enter the car. As she had sat, her dress had gaped open, showing him more of her breasts than before. The bottom of the dress had also fallen either side of her legs. He must have seen her naked puffy vagina, as she lifted one leg after the other into the car. She had looked up at him as she moved her legs, and he had smiled at her.   It would soon be eleven, and they would soon be here to take her for lunch and shopping. Should she go or cry off sick, she would have to ring Sandra soon if she were. It was mid-summer now and the temperature was in the high thirties, as she stood naked in front of her wardrobe she wondered what to wear. To cover up completely would be too insufferable; all her summer dresses were light short revelling ones. With low necklines and high hems, that revealed most of her legs.   Her choice was a wide-legged lightweight trouser suit; the jacket would be removed once in the restaurant. Which meant Roberto would not see the skimpy camisole top under it, and the cleavage of her breasts it revealed. She tried not to look at him as she walked to the car, and blushed slightly as he asked if she was feeling any better after last night. Sandra looked at her suspiciously, as she greeted her in the car, she had heard Roberto's question and wondered why he had asked it.   Moving around the shops Janet seemed herself, chatting and making comments of what the girls were trying on. Though she never bought anything herself, she seemed happy to be among her friends. Over lunch, they joked and shared bottles of wine, to her friends Janet seemed to be her happy self. Only in the car on the way home at two, Janet began to fidget and look anxious. As they entered their housing estate, Janet was wringing her hands anxiously.   After three stops they were approaching her home, and she was trembling. She was relieved to see, Alex's land cruiser wasn't parked opposite her house as usual. She nervously unlocked the door, expecting Alex to grab her at any moment. Gingerly opening the door she entered, and with a large shy of relief closed the door behind her. She could not believe it, by now he would have stripped her, and made her kneel before him.   He had not come as usual and she seemed not to know what to do, in a daydream she made her way upstairs to change. On her return to the downstairs, there was a knocking at the door. It opened, and Alex walked in and Janet froze where she stood as he smiled at her. "Hello my sexy girl, did you think I wasn't coming." He said moving towards her, "Got delayed by our friends of last night. Said how much they enjoyed your company, want to repeat it in a mouths time."   "No," Janet said boldly, still frozen and trembling on the same spot, but with a defiant look on her face. "You left me there with them for over three hours, so they could molest me. I thought you loved me, but you are treating me like a prostitute. How much did Frank pay you to have sex with me, I'm not doing it again Alex, we're finished go now I don't want to see you again." Janet said stamping her feet, her face a little redder as her anger rose.    Alex's smile widened as he stepped towards her, his hand pulling an envelope from his pocket. "Janet are you saying you didn't enjoy last nights sex romp at the motel, our friends thought differently. Felu said you were on your knees, sucking his cock before I was out the door. All three said you readily climaxed when they sucked your cunt and fucked you. Are you calling them liars?"  From the envelope, Alex took a hand full of photos and turned one for Janet to see it and ask.   "Would you say that's a photo of a woman who doesn't like having sex, look closely Janet there's a big black man fucking her as she sucking a big black cock. They took these photos of you at my request, in every one of them; you are getting your cunt fucked while sucking a big black cock. Look at this one Janet; you're getting it in the arse as well as your cunt."     "If I showed this to hubby, do you think he would believe you if you said you had had a few drinks and didn't know it was happening? Even if you thought you could convince him that was true, what do you think he would say if I show him this one? Looks like your enjoying all three Samoans at once Janet, you certainly let him spread your legs wide? "     Janet was speechless, as she looked at the explicit photos, of her being fucked by the three black men. There must have been fifteen photos of them, each one showing her in different poses. In each one of them, she had a cock in her vagina as well as her mouth. Not one showed her repulsed, at what they were doing to her. The most revealing photo of her was the one with all three men fucking her at once, one in her mouth the other two in her arse and vagina.   "Have you seen enough Janet, are you still thinking of defying me, I told you before to do as you're told, and you won't get slapped. I don't want to start slapping you into submission Janet, I know you like being fucked so just open your legs when told too and enjoy it. Unless of course, you would like to feel a little pain while you're fucked, I can arrange that if you wish. I have friends who like to make girls beg for mercy, while they are tied up and helpless."   "Would you like that Janet, 'no' then get on your knees," Alex said taking out his cock for her to suck? Janet was on her knees again after he had fucked her over the back of the settee, to suck his cock off. She was swallowing hard, as his cock pumped spunk into her mouth when he said. "Had a phone call from Frank he wants to set a date for an orgy, last Tuesday was a freebie for him, a trial run so to speak? He runs a men's club, and wants to put on some erotic entertainment."   "You can do a striptease act before letting the men there fuck you, Frank and I will split the takings. He has forty members, most nights there are ten to fifteen in there. His busiest night is Saturdays, I've told him we can't do it Saturdays, but we can do every other Monday Wednesday and Thursday." Janet shook visibly as she sucked hard on his blotted shrunken cock; she had drained it of all his sperm, but she continued to suck him as she listened to him.   A short time ago, she had defiantly hating him for what he had made her do with those men. Then he had taken out his penis and made her suck it, before bending her over to fuck her. The sight and feel of his cock; had once again turned her feelings towards him. The orgasm he gave her just before he pulled his cock out of her; was intensified when he ejaculated inside her mouth. His deception of her doing a striptease, then being fuck by all in the men's club strangely excited her.   Now she realised how weak she was, how addicted to sex she had become. When stimulated by the sight of a penis, all a man had to do it seems was to expose himself. Alex knew her weaknesses, those photos had made her temperature rise, and she had dropped to her knees at the sight of his cock. Her vagina was tingling now, as fresh vagina juices oozed from her. As he continued to excite her, with examples of other venues he could make money from her having sex.   He dragged her upstairs, to continue giving her orgasm's, with his mouth fingers and the sex toys from his bag. By five-thirty, he had fucked her another three times but had used her cunt tits and arsehole as playthings continually. She had sucked him off after each fuck, and he had scooped her orgasmic juices from her cunt with his fingers and made her suck it off them. He left her truly sexually satisfied, and kissing her cunt goodbye, promised to return to fuck her again.     Chapter 19 The telephone had rung several times while Alex had her on the bed, it rings again fifteen minutes after Alex left her. "Hello," Janet answers, and heard an agitated Sandra, on the line. "Are you alright Janet, you haven't answered your phone all afternoon. I was going to come around to check on you, only Roberto stopped me. We must meet tomorrow for a chat; I can't to-night Roberto's staying until ten." Sandra said and Janet heard his voice, telling Sandra to hang up.   Janet wondered if he had said anything about seeing her last night, and the state she was in, was that the reason Sandra wanted to talk to her. Now, what could Janet say her season for going to the gateway motel was. Sandra knew Alex came to Janet's home to have sex, as Roberto went to Sandra's for the same reason, so telling her it was to meet Alex would not work. She could not tell her she had to meet three drug dealers there, and spend hours in a room with them.   Janet would have to wait until tomorrow to find out what Sandra wanted, and then she would have to tell little white lies to disguise to the truth. She put the phone down, and put Sandra and her questioning to the back of her mind. Then she went for a shower, then downstairs for something to eat. As she was finishing her meal, the phone rung again and thinking it was Sandra on the line. Only to be surprised to find it was Alex, and she was speechless as he told her.   "Frank has phoned me he wants a meeting; he wants to show us his club and to get some ideas from you. He wants' to know what you would like in the room, you will be entertaining men in.  He has some suggestions he wants to put to us, of what you could do on the stage, in front of the members. I have told him you are unenviable at the weekends, and I am away all next week."   "He going to pick you up on Monday at four, it's a half-hour drive to the club. He will show you around, and get your impressions on what you want in the room to entertain the men and when you wanted to start. He opens the club at seven; you might want to stay to see what the members are like. Alternatively, he will bring you home before, it would be up to you. Be pleasant to him Janet, I'll see you next Tuesday week." He said blowing her a kiss over the phone, before hanging up.   'Oh my goodness, Alex wasn't joking,' Janet thought, he really was planning with Frank, for her to perform at Frank's club. He would force her to do it, with the threat of showing those photos of her. She began imagining men cueing at the door to a room, just waiting to have sex with her. 'Oh my goodness, how am I to cope with men having sex with me night after night.' When her vagina was still feeling the effect of being with Alex, Janet thought, still looking at the phone in her hand.   A few glasses of wine settled her nerves somewhat, but though the night she had dreams of men abusing her. She woke several times to look around her, only to find she was alone. At ten in the morning, Sandra knocked on her door and entered with a large bottle of wine. She came straight to the point, as she poured out two glasses.   "Roberto said he picked you up at the gateway motel, just before midnight and you didn't look as you normally do. He was not going to tell me any more, but I pressed him to tell me. He said he was shocked to see the dress you were wearing; he never would have imagined you wearing such a revealing dress. Let alone wearing nothing under it, he was shocked at what it revealed to him. You were in such disarray; he could only guess at what happened to you in that room."   Sandra said handing Janet her glass and watching her drink half of it straight down. Janet had her eyes downcast, looking almost afraid to look at Sandra. "Well?" Sandra asked, her voice razed a little. Janet drank the rest of her wine and held out the empty glass; Sandra filled it and waited for Janet to drink more of it, before asking again, "well"? Janet timidly looked at her with a hint of a tear in her eyes, and then seemed to make up her mind to tell her friend all.   "Alex took lots of photos of us when we were having sex, and not just normal intercourse. He made me give him oral and photographed me doing it. I had to pose in revealing posses after we had had sex, and he took close-ups of my privet parts. They were most revealing, but he insisted on taking more of my vagina after he had taken his penis from me. I tried to make him stop, but he said he would show you all the photos if I didn't do as he said."   "Last Tuesday he must have put a drug in my drink, which made me sexy when I met him out the back of the casino. While we were having sex, a friend of his turned up and watched us. Alex was holding me down on the top of an air considerer unit, and I was shocked when he told his friend to have sex with me. That is why I was so long Sandra; they both had intercourse with me for a long time. Then when you took me home, he and Alex turned up and stayed all night."   "Wednesday Alex threatened me with the photos if I didn't go along with his plan to buy drugs. I had to wear that dress with nothing under it and meet some drug dealer at the motel. He drugged me and give me to them as part payment for his drugs, they kept me there for three hours." Janet finished with a tear in her eyes, almost relieved to have told someone her woes.   Sandra had listened quietly sipping her wine, but looking serious and shocked. Then when Janet had finished, she put down her glass and took Janet hand saying. "You poor dear, that must have been harrowing; I thought Alex was the right lover for you. Seems he has turned out to be a right bustard, by the sound of it. You must hate him now Janet, for doing that to you?" Sandra said seizing Janet's hand, in an act to console her.   "That's just it Sandra I can't hate him I love having sex with him too much. I tried to finish with him the other day, but as soon as he gets me passionate, I forgave him. I just surrender to his will when he takes his penis out, I just cannot get enough sex when he is with me Sandra, I just can't. He makes me do things I would never do with John, and I love him doing all those things."   "Do you think I'm a sex maniac, Sandra, I know I was drugged, but I never resisted the men having sex with me. In fact, I think I enjoyed having sex with them all, and I get hot and bothered thinking of them doing it" Janet said and seized Sandra's hand back. "Darling you said drug dealers, how many of them were there?" Sandra asked, and Janet lowered her eyes and she blushed and quietly said. "Three of them Sandra, they were three big Samoans with big penises."   Sandra sat upright and gasped, "three of them o my god, and they fucked you for three hours. No wonder you were a bedraggled mess when Roberto met you, my god, they could have murdered you. Alex should have never left you alone with them; Roberto never leaves me when he takes me out. Roberto was shocked and disappointed to see you like that, though he did like seeing your vagina when you got into his car." Janet put her hands to her mouth and gasping said.   "O my god I was afraid he had, that dress is so embarrassing, as I walk in it, it opens and shows my crouch. I've hidden it away so John doesn't find it, I'm in enough trouble without him finding it, I can't throw it away Alex would be mad." Janet said her voice a little slurry, Sandra had poured her four large glasses from that bottle, and was in the process of topping the glass up again.   "Can I see it Janet; will you put it on so I can see it for myself?" Sandra asked, draining the last of the bottle into her own glass. Sandra followed Janet upstairs to her bedroom and sat on the bed as Janet went into her walk-in wardrobe to get the dress. When she appeared at the door wearing it, Sandra sat up saying. "O my lord, I can see half your tits, it is a lovely dress but is that the only fastening?" She asked moving towards Janet, who stood nodding her head saying "yes".   Sandra felt the material between her fingers, at the point where Janet's cleavage showed most. The light cloth moved easily, as Sandra's fingers lifted it to expose Janet's nipple. "This is expensive clothing Janet, and I think I know what it is. Sit on your dressing table stool for me; I am sure this is a hot pants dress. A few years ago they were quite fashionable, but there's something is missing from this one." Sandra said leading Janet to her dressing table and pulling out the stool.   As Janet sat the dress fell either side of her legs, revelling she was naked from the waist down. Sandra reached down and opened Janet's legs stating. "That's why Roberto saw your fanny, you haven't got the hot pants on that went with the dress." Sandra announced triumphantly.   "When you opened your legs to swing one into the car, Roberto got a good look at you," Sandra said smiling, as she looked between Janet's legs. She had taken Janet completely by surprise by opening up her legs. Due to Janet's intoxicated state, it took her a few moments before closing them when Sandra finally let go of her knees. Sandra was smiling at her slowness to close them and looking at Janet said.   "Your pussy is not as puffy as it was when Roberto saw you, but then after three hours and three men's cocks, mine would be swollen I guess. Now, Janet, you will have to make a decision, about Alex and your future if you carry on seeing him. I know you said you love the sex he gives you, but if he keeps making you have sex with other groups of men like the drug dealers. You may come to harm and I don't want that, so do you want him to keep using you to make money for himself?"   "If the answer is no, I'll get Roberto to see to it he never bothers you again. As for your love life, (Sandra smiled) I know someone who would gladly get you serviced more often." Sandra pursed smiling, so Janet could digest what she had said then continued. "Well Janet, do you want to spend every Wednesday night in a motel room, being drugged and fucked by a group of men. Drugs will soon make you lose your looks, and John would sourly find out about your nocturnal activates."   "If I am right about Alex, he will toss you aside, when you are no longer appealing for his uses. Then what would you do Janet, you would be a drug and sex addict, selling yourself to down and outs." Sandra finished unsmiling, as she looked into Janet's eyes. Janet had sat stock still, as she listened to Sandra. Her face looking very thoughtful, as Sandra's words suck in.   She was realising Sandra could be right about Alex, he had in a way sold her to the drug dealers. His friend Frank had tried her out, for their plane to make money from selling her. He had also warned her, there were other groups of men she would have to entertain. Sandra's words were really ringing true to her, and her head started nodding. "Alex won't like it, Sandra, he may come and harm me, if Roberto intervenes with his plans, but yes I must stop seeing him," Janet said.   Sandra smiled leaned forward and kissed Janet, then standing up said. "I'll ring Roberto when I get home, don't say anything to Alex if he rings you, and try to stay charm Janet. I'll let you know when Roberto has dealt with Alex, and don't fret you will come to no harm, Roberto will see to that." Sandra kissed Janet goodbye, and left Janet to change and hide that dress again, and wonder how she would manage her appetite for sex without Alex. Chapter20 All through the weekend, Janet tried to put Alex out of her mind. Only her discussion with Sandra on Friday kept popping into her head, she had welcomed John home enthusiastically and pampered to his every sexual wish. He had become a little more daring, in his love play and gave her orgasms with his fingers, before having intercourse. He had indeed satisfied her in some ways, but at times, she had craved the girth and length of Alex's penis.   Early Monday morning she had enjoyed the sex he gave her, and almost sucked his penis as they played with one another before sex. She had been lying with her head on his chest, stroking his hard penis. When a due drop appeared from his pee hole, she had the urge to lick off this pre-cum but had to resist it. He had not yet attempted oral on her yet; the only time he had kissed her mound of Venus was when he shaved her, perhaps she should suggest he kiss her vagina the next time.   At mid-day Sandra rung to suggest, they should have lunch on Tuesday but didn't mention if she had heard anything from Roberto. This reignited the memory of the discussion with Sandra on Friday and all she had revealed to her. That memory of the man she had told Sandra about, did affect her as she sat with her lunch and another glass of wine. The memory still troubled her, as she sat with that bottle in the early afternoon.   Three-thirty there was a knock at the door, and Janet was taken aback to see Frank standing there. "Sorry Janet I'm a bit early, but it will give me more time to show you my place." He said beaming a happy smile, Janet had seen before when he had lain on top of her. "Err yes that's okay Frank," she stammered, for she had forgotten all about him coming today. "I'd have changed out of my housecoat, earlier if I had known Frank." Janet finished, trembling a little her legs weak.   "No need to Janet, you look lovely in that outfit, anyway no one will see you inside at my place, and we will be alone." That remark did not help Janet's demeanour, as she sat beside him on the way to his club. It was in the old part of Fremantle, in one of the back streets of the old town. No one was about when; they got out of his car in front of a large green door. Inside the door, they passed through an entrance hall, then into the main large clubroom.   Tables and chairs filled the room, with a bar to one side and a small stage at the far end. "It's only a small stage Janet, we normally only have comics in here, but it's big enough for you to do your act. You could parsley strip off, then wander around between the table. It would excite the men before you finally strip off completely and showed them your cunt. I will take you upstairs to the room I have set up for you; you can tell me if you need anything else in there."   Frank's casual talk of her stripping off, in front of a room full of men, had her trembling again. They were not alone either, there was a young man behind the bar sorting things out. He had heard all Frank had said to Janet because he had not spoken softly. Janet was blushing slightly as the young man looked at her because it was not hard to read his mind, as he mentally undressed her. Upstairs Frank showed her a room with a large bed, dressing table and wardrobe, with six chairs facing the bed.   When he saw Janet looking at the chairs, he smiled at her and said. "I thought there may be some that would just like to watch you fucking; do you think six chairs will be enough?" Janet was feeling a little faint, the chairs and his remarks made her breath heavy. They reminded her of how she had felt when Frank had watched Alex having sex with her. It had turned her on somewhat to see him looking, then he got between her legs himself.   Frank was watching her closely, as her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. "Well Janet what do you think, we could do a trial run if you like. I will advertise you being here to strip and have sex for one night, and see how it goes. Then if we get enough men to watch you strip, and enough men fucking you up here. We could advertise you for three nights a week, and adjust it to demand. How many men, would you like to fuck you in one night Janet, ten or fifteen would give us a good profit?"   Frank said looking at a flashed faced Janet, who was finding it hard to breathe. He didn't help her when he lifted his hand to her heaving breast and said as he excited her nipple. "Tell you what Janet, seeing we have finished the inspection and have plenty of time. Would you like to have a trial run, I'll get Johnnie to sit in a chair and watch me fuck you." He had undone buttons on her outfit, and had his hand inside feeling her breast, and had taken her hand and placed it on his hardening penis.   She had started to pant but said nothing, as her fingers felt his hardness. "Johnnie come up here I need you," Frank yelled downstairs, and Janet heard footsteps running up them. By the time, Johnnie entered the room; Frank had undone all her buttons and had his hand between her legs. She still had not said a word, but Frank didn't need her to say yes, to know she wanted sex. "Sit there Johnnie and watch me fuck Janet, you can tell us what would make it better for those watching."    With Janet naked, Frank undone his trousers and let them fall, Janet sank to her knees as Franks hard penis appeared. Then looking to the side as she sucked Frank, she saw Johnnie had taken his penis out and was slowly rubbing it. His penis was as long and as thick as Frank's was, did everybody have a bigger penis than her John did? Frank pulled her upright then sat her on the bed, burying his head between her legs, and tongued her to a nosey orgasm.   She had been looking at Johnnie wanking his cock and knew he would not be satisfied with just looking at Frank fucking her. He would want to fuck her himself when Frank had finished. She was already hot and aroused, and knowing she would be soon be fucked by two cocks brought on her orgasm.       She was still vibrating to it when Frank thrust his penis into her; she had found her voice and nosily encouraged him. "O god yes Frank, O, O, O." She yelped as he drove his penis deep into her. She said no more as she had filled her mouth when Johnnie knelt naked over her head. He gave her back his penis to suck when Frank turned her to take her from the rear doggy style.   Johnnie took Franks place, while Janet was sucking Frank off. She had had several climaxes, a big orgasm came when Johnnie's penis jerked and throbbed inside her. Her cry of joy was muffled because she still had Frank's penis in her mouth. The two men kept her on the bed, giving her more pleaser and orgasms. As Frank scoped out Johnnies semen with his fingers, to make Janet suck it off them.   Frank left them as Johnnie took her to the men's room, and refused to leave her, as she washed between her legs. Then before she dressed, she allowed him to feel her breasts and suckle on her nipples, while she toyed with his soft limp penis. Janet was feeling content, she had enjoyed the sex with the two men, and she had been sober and not drugged. They lingered for a drink at the bar, where Frank toasted their future alliance and could not resist, sliding his hand up her leg to finger her.       Frank and she were quite on the drive back to her house, the sun had set long ago. In the darkened car, Frank had reached over to undo two of Janet's buttons, and she opened her legs as his hand reached into the gap. Then she sat back softly moaning, as his fingers excited her clitoris. For the twenty-minute ride, his fingers gave her joy and two orgasms. She was not surprised and very pleased, when he rushed her into the house, to lift her clothing and bend her over the settee back.   He left her satisfied with a vagina full of sperm because she had encouraged him not to stop fucking her. He had responded to her request willingly, driving his penis into her with force and speed. In the end, he had roared like an animal when he deposited his seed in the depths of her vaginal passage. At the door, he turned, to see she was still gasping and panting, and still hung over the settee back. His seed dribbling from her cunt, he was looking forward to having her at his club again and maybe having her to himself before the show started.   Chapter 21 Tuesday morning Janet lay in her bed, thinking of her trip to Frank's club. It had turned out to be very pleasant, though at first, she didn't want to go. Alex had told her to be friendly towards Frank; she hadn't quite understood what he had actually meant by that. Not having heard from Sandra, she was afraid of making Alex mad at her, by not going to the club as arranged. So the ride out to the club had been quite unsettling, as she sat beside the man who had seen her naked and had sex with her.   In the club itself, seeing the stage she was to strip off on before a host of men. Gave her a breathless feeling, the bed upstairs where she was to have sex. Gave her weak knees, and Frank's voice telling her she would have men watching, aroused her sexually. She had seen him watching her, as her temperature rose and her cheeks flushed pink. She was more than willing, to have sex with him when he placed her hand on his penis.   She lay there thinking of the young Johnnie joining them, and the pleasant ride home. Then he had draped her over the settee, to give her another orgasm as he made her squeal with delight. All these thoughts made her feel warm and sexy if Frank had knocked on her door right now. She would have invited him to bed, instead of retrieving her pink friend from his hiding place.   She then lay eyes closed, picturing hansom men in bed with her, as she fucked herself with the eight-inch dildo. She was still feeling amorous when Sandra knocked on her door, "My, that's a sexy outfit, Janet." Sandra said, giving Janet a kiss then holding her at arm's length to look at her. Janet had on a very light floral summer dress, which was off the shoulder and came halfway up her thigh. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, the frilly top of her dress showed her cleavage and the swell of her breasts. Sandra had gone Spanish, with a flared skirt and a frilly blouse.   Sandra drove them to Fremantle, where they dined at 'fisherman's dock'. Freshly caught oysters and crayfish, with the right bottle of wine, had them both in a happy mood. As they eat, they chatted of this and that, neither Alex or Roberto was mentioned at all over lunch. Returning home at three, Sandra poured more wine, and sitting beside Janet, told her of the news she had to tell her as they drank.   "Roberto caught up with Alex at the weekend; he won't be bothering you anymore Janet. Roberto also retrieved the photos Alex had of you, my goodness they are revelling, aren't they. Roberto came around on Monday and showed them to me, those drug dealers really fucked you, didn't they? Who was the man with Alex in your bedroom Janet, is that the man that fucked you behind the casino?"   "Now you mustn't worry Roberto will keep the photos safe, no one will see them only us," Sandra said smiling as she finishing her wine, and then refilled Janet's and her glass again. Janet just sat dumbfounded, as Sandra happily told Janet about the photos. "O no Sandra he mustn't show them, I'm so embarrassed, it was bad enough him seeing me get in his car. Now he has seen me totally naked and having sex, I won't be able to face him again." Janet said, drinking down her wine.   "Don't be silly darling, he doesn't think any different of you. He knew John wasn't the only man fucking you, he just didn't know how much you enjoyed being fucked, and many were fucking you. As he looked at the photos, he remarked on how much you seemed to enjoy the three Samoans. He also remarked how lovely you looked naked, and he would love to see you naked himself. He has always liked you, Janet, I'm sure he would like to know you better." Sandra said again smiling broadly, as she refilled their glasses again.   Janet had sat mildly shocked, not believing what Sandra was saying. "Sandra now you're being naughty, he's your lover, are you suggesting he wants to have sex with me," Janet said, blushing bright pink. They had had quite a few wines, and Janet's speech had become slurred. She had no idea; Sandra had slipped something into her drink to help her relax. Now Sandra was sure the time was right, and standing took Janet's hand and said.   "Roberto's out the back sunbathing by the pool, shall we ask him what reward he would like, for retrieving your photos from Alex," Sandra said leading Janet into the master bedroom, where they saw Roberto sitting on the patio. He had a towel over his lap, but Janet gusted he wasn't wearing anything at all. Sandra moved onto the patio and closer to Roberto and then stood behind Janet, holding her shoulders as she spoke to Roberto.   "Hello darling, I've told Janet you have her photos, and Alex won't bother her anymore. She was a little embarrassed you looked at them, but she would like to offer you a reword, is there anything you would like her to give you?" Sandra asked, feeling Janet tremble, as she looked at his bronzed hairy chest and muscular tanned legs, and was having a hot flush.   She was also a little spellbound looking at the lump on his right leg, under the towel. Janet became more transfixed with the sight when Sandra put her chin on Janet's shoulder saying. "I think Roberto's pleased to see you, Janet, see his cock is getting harder. Sandra's arms had encircled Janet, her hands cupping Janet's breasts. Her thumbs and forefingers tweaking Janet's nipples, making her gasp as Sandra tweaked her sensitive buds, as her eyes watched the lump under the towel move.   The lump grows thickened, and longer under the towel, as Janet felt Sandra's lips kiss her shoulders, and move to the centre of her back. Then she heard the ziiiiiiiping sound of her dress zip, Sandra let go of Janet's breasts for a moment. Letting Janet's dress slither to the ground, leaving her naked. Only to hold them again to tweak her nipples harder, and Janet was rooted to the spot watching and trembling as the lump now lifted the towel, as it grows to an unbelievable length, and Sandra whispered.       "Janet, I think Roberto wants sex as a reward, would you like to see what you're getting between your legs soon?" Sandra asked, leaning forward to whisk the towel off Roberto's lap. Making Janet gasp, as Sandra revealed Roberto almost hard penis.   Janet was already getting aroused, at the sight of his monstrous penis, but she felt the wetness oozing from her vagina when Sandra asked. "Isn't that a lovely cock Janet?" as she pulled and twisting Janet's sensitive nipples. "Go on Janet hold it and don't be shy, we know you like sucking cock, get your lips around it. He likes to have his cock sucked before he fucks anyone." Sandra said taking Janet's hand and putting it on Roberto's penis.   Janet could not believe what she was curling her fingers around; she had slightly bent over to take hold of his penis. Sandra was still pulling and pinching her nipples, and rubbing her body onto Janet's buttocks. She was feeling very sexy, as she stroked Roberto's long hot rod of flesh now with two hands. Sandra let go of Janet's breasts, to lower one hand down to rub Janet's clitoris. The other went between her buttocks from the rear, to insert two fingers into Janet's vagina.   Janet was truly aflame with desire now and readily opened her mouth when Roberto encouraged her to kneel with his hand on her head. Kneeling and bent over with open legs, gave Sandra better access to finger fuck Janet. Now with her fanny juices flowing freely, Janet's cunt was well oiled and slippery. Giving Sandra freedom to get three then four fingers into her, which was almost the thickness of Roberto's cock.   Janet had already had the pleaser, of sucking a penis while having her vagina probed. Although it was not now a penis probing her, but Sandra's fingers and the thought of a woman doing such a thing to her was erotic. Lifting her buttocks, gave Sandra a better angle to thrust her fingers into Janet. Also giving Janet the pleaser of deeper penetration of the fingers, and giving her greater sexual enjoyment, as she sucked as much of Roberto's cock, into her mouth while wanking him.   Janet felt sure Sandra was trying to put her whole hand into Janet's cunt; by the way, she twisted and pushed her hand hard into Janet's vaginal passage. Janet had had one climax, and she could hear Sandra's fingers making squelching noises, as her fingers fucked her. Roberto's juices were also flowing, making Janet swallow often, with her mouth-watering as his pre=cum oozed from his cock. Janet got excited when Roberto lifted her head off his cock and stood up.   He started leading her to the patio door and the bedroom, making Janet tremble with anticipation. 'O my god he's going to fuck me now,' Janet thought, as she neared the big double bed. When he turned her to sit her on the bed, she saw a naked Sandra sucking her fingers. As Roberto put his head between Janet's legs, Sandra smiled at her and showed her the four fingers she had used on Janet saying.   "He's going to stretch your cunt wider than I did Janet, you will know you've been fucked when he has finished with you." Sandra smiled as she knelt behind Roberto, to look between his legs. Janet could only guess that she was playing with his cock, and then Sandra's head disappeared altogether. Janet's hips vibrated, as Roberto's fingers held her cunt lips open, while he nibbled on her clit.   His tongue probed her to an orgasm, and then as he stood Janet vented and trembled as she watched him poisoning his cock at her vagina. Then she gasped as his knob end entered her, stretching wide her vaginal passage opening to allow the blotted head to penetrate her. She moaned and whimpered, as more of his cock pressed into her. Then she gave rhythmic grunts and groans, as he fucked her with the full length of his giant cock.   Janet's memory went back to when she had seen and heard them having sex in her house, she now knew why Sandra made so much noise while Roberto fucked her. Janet was making the same noises, as Roberto drove his monstrous cock into her. She had wrapped her legs around him, as his crouch thudded onto her vagina and his big balls slapped her anus. She was in so much joyous pain; her emotions were all over the place.   She didn't know whether to cry or rejoice with the treatment his cock was giving her cunt. On the one hand, his cock stretched her cunt painfully, on the other there was the unbelievable pleasurable feeling his cock was giving her, as his large knob-end travelled, along her sensitive vaginal passage. Giving her another orgasmic outpouring of female vaginal fluid, which left her gasping with the effort of his body pounding her into sexual, surrendered.   He had been fucking her for twenty minutes, and she had totally given herself over to him. He could now fuck her whenever he wanted to, for the past few weeks she at looked at him wondering what it would be like to be fuck by him, and that lump in his shorts. Now she knew, and that knowledge would now have her at his disposal. Alex had begun her training, but Roberto had the cock to enslave her. Now that cock had swelled and was throbbing as it pumped his spunk into her.   Roberto gave her two or three hard thrusts, making her cry out as he rammed into her. Then pulling his cock from her, he moved up her body until she could suck his slowly shrinking cock. While hands held open her legs, and a warm tongue and lips sucked and probed her spunk-filled cunt, removing all of his juicy cum from her juicy used cunt.   Roberto dressed, and Sandra still naked saw him out the door, leaving a still sexually aroused but breathless Janet spread-eagled on the bed. On her return, Sandra climbed between Janet's legs, and started fingering her cunt, at first with two fingers, but soon had four fingers back into her.   "You loved having your cunt stretched didn't you Janet, he's wanted to fuck you for a long time. You ringing him on Wednesday gave him a shock knowing why you were there, and then having those photos, of you and the blacks showed him how randy you really are. His getting rid of your pimp Alex puts you in need of someone to supply you with sex.     From now on your be getting plenty of cocks, and you will be safe working with Roberto, from time to time you'll get his cock to keep you loyal to him. I do like him coming around; here to keep me happy, and from now on, you can join us. Were going to the casino tonight, but tomorrow Roberto's has plans for us with some businessmen I think."   Sandra said as she worked her fingers into Janet's juice covered cunt, as Janet moaned and groaned sexually, with what Sandra was doing to her. Then listening to Sandra saying Roberto was planning for them to meet, with some businessmen, reminded her of Alex giving her to the drug dealers. Was Roberto planning an orgy of some kind, where a group of men would be fucking Sandra and her? Was he now going to be her pimp?   Janet reached out and felt Sandra's breasts, then pulled and pinched her nipples. As Sandra brought on an orgasm, which Sandra manoeuvred her head around to lap juices from Janet's vagina? Sandra threw her leg over Janet's head and lowered her vagina to Janet's lips. Which Janet gave a tentative kiss, before throwing caution to the wind and eagerly sucked up Sandra's juices. Then she to received a torrent of warm thick female cum, from Sandra's vaginal passage, for the next hour, they spent enjoying each other's bodies, in lesbian sex.   As the time for Roberto's return approached, they went for a shower washing each other's bodies with scented soaps and oils, then waited naked for him in the bedroom. They both played a part in undressing him and arousing his sexual harder. Then Janet watched as Roberto fucked, a noisy Sandra over the end of the bed. Then she obeyed Roberto's request, to clean his semen from Sandra's vagina, while Sandra cleaned his cock with her mouth.   Roberto dropped them off with the other girls at the casino; he would pick them up again at midnight to take them home. This time Janet would be going back to Sandra's house, for fun and games with them. It was the reason Janet was in an aroused mood, as they drank and partied through the early night. Plus of course, the fact, that Sandra couldn't keep her hands off of Janet, as they sat side by side with Sandra's hand between Janet's legs.   Chapter 22 At mid-day on Wednesday, Sandra ring Janet up, to inform her Roberto would be picking them up at four. They had two appointments, one at five that would last an hour. The second at seven, and was an open-ended affair including a meal, Roberto gave her no other information but Sandra said. "I'm sure Roberto wants to show you off, to one of his oldest and most valued clients, it's only for an hour, I'll be staying in the car," Sandra finished.   She had offered no more information than that, and it had Janet wondering, who this man could be as she drank coffee to wake her. For Sandra's call had woken her up, from a six-hour deep sleep, that she had fallen into after Roberto had left her, He had taken her home from Sandra's still naked at four-thirty am, just after he had fucked Sandra a second time.   In her bedroom, he made her kneel on the bed, and sit on her ankles with her knees wide apart. Leaning backwards with her arms supporting her, she was in an ideal position for him to finger fuck her to a succession of body jerking orgasms for an hour. He then made her kneel at the end of the bed, to fuck her slowly and leaving her at six. When he left, she was totally satisfied and so very drained, after the hour and a half he had spent with her, that is why she had slept so deeply.   Now she had four hours before Roberto would be back, to take her somewhere where she would meet other men. What these men would want of her seemed obvious; Sandra in her own colourful words had warned Janet to be prepared. "Your sex life is about to improve darling; now you have given yourself to Roberto. You're going to get more cock than if you were with Alex, and I'm not talking about just Roberto's twelve inches!"   Roberto drove into the city, and down into one of the high-rise buildings underground car parks. Leaving Sandra in the car, he led Janet to a lift marked ('privet penthouse only'). Producing a key, he ushered Janet into it and pressed the up button, and as they smoothly ascended, he looked her over and adjusting her dress told her.   "Now Mr Assume is a wealthy Japanese importer, and we have many dealings with him. He is a great asset to me, and my many enterprises around the city. He is also a fine art collector and has an eye for beautiful things. You will not be having sex with him; he just wants to look you over for now. Only speck, if he asks you anything and you must do as he says without hesitation. I will be in the room at all times, so you will be safe!"   Roberto said kissing her gently on the lips, just as the lift stopped and the door opened atomically onto a small landing with one door leading from it, witch Roberto knocked on. A large Japanese man opened it to them, and he bowed to Roberto as he recognised him. "Mr Assume is expecting you, sir," he said ushering them inside then closing the door. He led them to another door and knocked, only to open it when enter was heard.   Mr Assume was not as big as the sumo wrestler that greeted them, he was slimmer but as tall, not the short person Janet had imagined. Fiftyish maybe, but very extinguished looking with the grey strikes of hair at his temples. "Mr Assume, may I introduce Janet to you, she has recently joined me and my other associates. She will be a willing participant, in any up and coming notations we may have, and is here for your appraisal."   Roberto said to the smiling man looking at her, as his eyes looked her up and down for a moment before nodding his head. Janet felt and heard the zip of her dress undoing, and she stood naked when Roberto brushed the straps of it off her shoulders. Mr Assumes smile widened as he tested the firmness of her breast and the elasticity of her nipples. That had hardened as his thumb and forefinger took hold of them, to pinch and pull.   His head slowly nodded as he watched her reaction, to his twisting and pinching. Janet half closed her eyes, and gave a little whimper, as her breathing increased. Her opening her legs, as his hand went between them also had him nodding his head in approval. When Janet began to pant through her open mouth, as he finger fucked her with deep fast thrusts of his fingers. He continued to finger her as she jerked to one orgasm, his hand on her nipple.   Her second orgasm was heaver and had her moaning as her juices flowed from her. She continued jerking when he removed his soaking wet fingers from her. Nodding again his approval as she sucked her juice from them, then he kissed her lips before returning his fingers to her cunt to again make her jerk, to another orgasm he forced from her. Still twitching, Janet went onto her knees, and eagerly opened her mouth to suck the cock he produced.   He had given Janet three orgasms and Janet would have preferred him fucking her to a forth before sucking him off. She was in need of sexual release, that only a cock could give her. She mentioned this to Roberto, as they left the penthouse; and in the lift, he turned her and put her hands on the wall. Then lifting her dress at the back he fucked her hard, before pressing the down button and Janet sucked him off as the lift descended.   In the car, Sandra noted Janet's happy satisfied demeanour and putting her hand between Janet's legs asked. "Have you been fucked young lady?" to which a smiling Janet answered, "oh yes thank you!" Roberto smiled to himself, as Janet did not say by whom, and saw in his rear-view mirror, Sandra putting her head between Janet's legs. He was driving onto the city streets now, and heading for their next appointment, forty-five minutes away.   The house was set in lush green fields, at the end of a long drive. Large paddocks on either side held many horses, running and prancing along the rails as they drove past. The house itself was an old two-story colonial style home, of the eighteen hundreds built by a wealthy landowner. Or, on the other hand, maybe it had been a wealthy politician of the age, no matter who had built it, it was a wonderful example of its type and age.   They were welcomed in, by a man that did not quite fit in with his surrounding. "Hello, Roberto, this one I haven't met before." He said looking at Janet, who held out her hand in greeting, as Roberto introduced her. Instead, the man kissed her, as his hand felt between her legs. "Help yourselves to drinks and please mingle, the buffet is in fifteen minutes, but the party has already started."   He said smiling at Janet, his hand still feeling her crouch. Then he felt Sandra's buttocks as she grinned at him before they kissed with Sandra's hand on his crouch. "Will I see you later?" Sandra asked as they stopped kissing. "Not tonight my love, your be to busy I think." He said looking at Roberto, before moving away to smile and talk to others.   "Ok your here to please, most have brought their own girls, but don't let that stop you being friendly. Our host is a high flyer in the city, and though there are businesspersons and politicians here, some among them are criminals. I'll be in this room if I am needed, don't hesitate to call out if you have to!" Roberto said, kissing them and giving them a pat on the rump to send them off.   The first stop for both of them was the bar, and then with drinks in hand, they mingled. Sandra introduced Janet to some she knew, and Janet had her rear felt by one man who already had a girl on his lap. They had many on cheek kisses from men and woman alike, as they wandered from one group to another. Then Janet and Sandra were parted when a smiling smartly dressed woman, thrust her arm through Sandra's arm saying.   "I was hoping you would be here darling, may I drag you away from your friend, I have something I must show you in privet?" She asked, and then looked at Janet her white teeth sparkling. "I'll catch up with you later," Sandra said, as she wandered off with the woman. Janet watched them disappear from the room and then went to the bar to ask where the women's toilet was.   With her newly found knowledge, Janet went down a corridor off to the side of the main room. She passed several doors before she came to one with the word 'Ladies' on. When she was exiting the room, two dark-skinned men were walking towards her, from the main party room. All three of them stopped as they recognised each other, the two Samoans had been in the hotel room with her last Wednesday.   The big drug boss was not there, it was the taller one that had been sat on the bed, with the big cock. The other one had opened the door for Janet and Alex to enter, they were smiling at her now and seemed pleased to see her. They were by her side in a couple of strides, and then they held her close as they kissed her hello. Their eager exploring hands roamed over her body, as they had before in the hotel room.   With a glass in one hand, she could only hold one cock, as the tall one took his out. Then as his hands roamed over her buttocks, he eased her dress up to her waist, and then lifted her feet off the ground. As Janet positioned his cock, the tall Samoan lowered her onto it. Janet wrapped her legs around him, moaning in pleaser, as his cock sank into her.   She was busy, sucking on the tall Samoan's tongue when she felt her buttocks being parted. Then she was moaning aloud as the second Samoan pushed his cock into her anis, with her mouth open and gasping. They fucked her amid her whimpering cries, and moans as her hips jerked to an orgasm. When both men came almost as one, filling her anis and vagina with sperm as their cocks jerked and throbbed inside her.                    The corridor had turned out to be a busy thoroughfare, not only did it lead to the toilets. It also led to the bedrooms, set aside for guest to use when feeling amorous. In the fifteen to twenty minutes the men fucked her, they were passed by both men and woman. Where they ended up Janet didn't know, but most of them stopped to watch her being fucked. Then when the man stopped fucking her, she retraced her steps back to the toilet to cleanse herself.   Back in the main hall, Janet could not find Sandra, so gusted she was still occupied. She saw Roberto talking to a group of men, but his eyes met hers and she smiled. Taking to a group of men one asked her bluntly, "Do you fancy finding a room, I really do fancy fucking you?" Janet smiled and just nodded her head, and allowed him to lead her to the corridor.   As they entered the corridor, Janet realised the other two men were right behind them. Past the toilets they went, trying door after door until he found one unlocked. Pulling her into the room, he removed her dress, as the two other men followed them in. While the men undressed Janet was on her knees, sucking and stroking their cocks. Then they lifted her onto the bed, where once again she found herself fucked, by a group of men.       When they left her, she laid resting, thinking of her recent sexual encounters. Apart from being alone with Roberto in her bedroom early this very morning, she had found herself naked with at least two men. Tuesday night there was Sandra and Roberto, the Tuesday and Thursday before it had been Frank and Alex. Last Wednesday the three-drug dealers had her in the hotel room, and tonight two of them had fucked her again.   Then there were the three men that had just fucked her, and she was feeling fine about all of it. The three men had left her, not realising they had not locked the door behind them. Suddenly it opened and a girl came in and froze when she saw Janet laying legs wide with her vaginal passage open and wet with her juices. The man close behind closed the door locking it behind him and pushed the girl towards the bed saying.   "Here you go darling, some hot meat to chow on, get your lips on that baby and lick it clean." The girl was half pissed, but she eagerly obeyed him, holding Janet's cunt lips open with her fingers to lick spunk from inside her. The man was smiling at Janet, who seemed shocked into immobility with their sudden entree into the room. He had dropped his trousers and flicked the girls skirt over her back, and then she moaned as he rammed his cock into her.   He continued to smile at Janet, as he fucked the girl hard and fast for some time. Then pulling his cock out, he told the girl to move and caught hold of Janet's legs pulling her bottom to the edge of the bed. Janet gave a squall than a grunt, as he thrust his blotted cock into her. A few moments of fucking and his cock was jerking as it filled Janet with spunk. "Now suck that out of her," he said, moving up Janet's body to pull her mouth onto his cock.   As Janet sucked his cock clean, she squirmed and vibrated as the girl's tongue and lips, gave her unbearable joy as they lapped at her vagina. The man thanked her, for being so amenable to them forcing themselves on her. It seemed they had talked about having sex, with another person or couple, but hadn't had the nerve to ask anyone. As they were leaving, he left a business card on the dresser. "Give me a call please," was all he said before closing the door.   When Janet got back to the main hall, it was late, and many had already left. Roberto and Sandra were there waiting and greeted her as she got to them. "Have you been busy darling?" Sandra asked as she greeted her with a kiss. Janet was about to say yes when the host of the party appeared. "A good night Roberto," he said then looking at Sandra continued.   "Senior judge Butler and his wife Susan were very pleased with the way Sandra entertained them. Now, what about you Janet, did you find the party stimulating, and did you find anyone to entertain?" He asked, and then looked at her seriously when she answered. "Six men and one young woman, two were Samoan drug dealers, and three were friends together. The man with the young girl; gave me his card and asked me to ring him."   Janet said pulling the card from her clutch bag and showing it to Roberto. Who took it, then after he had studded it showed it to their host. "Good girl, a member of parliament, and an influential one to boot. Keep him interested Roberto, and we are on the gravy train." He said handing Roberto a bulging envelope, taking another from his inside pocket and handed it to Roberto saying. "She has earned you a good bonus Roberto, look after this one."   On the way home in the car, Janet had to relive her night of sex for Sandra. Explaining in vivid detail, what each one of them did to her. The forty-minute drive ended outside Janet's house, with Sandra's head still between Janet's legs. She would have liked to end the night with Roberto's cock, but Sandra had already claimed the right, to be fucked by him.   Chapter 23 As normal on Thursday's, they were in the city shopping, before having lunch. In one store, Janet bought some very expensive sexy underwear, with the money Roberto had given her. "There for John," Janet answered when Sandra lifted her eyebrows when she saw them. "You're not feeling guilty are you darling?" Sandra asked, looking at the silk black panties that were crutch less.   "No Sandra, not at all just thought I'd give the poor darling, something nice to take off me, seeing he is seriously missing out, on all the sex I am getting," Janet said with a shy in her voice, as they headed to the restaurant for lunch. "I know how you feel Janet; I used to have thoughts like that, only we can't ask them to one of our orgies can we. Now if I offered John sex, would you like him cheating on you?" Sandra smiled, and Janet laughed.   After a nice meal and a few drinks, they were on their merry way home in Roberto's car. The nearer they got, Janet became more eager to get there. Even with the attention she had received last night, Janet was still looking forward to seeing and holding Roberto's cock. Then as Nicole alighted from the car, Roberto turned to Janet asking.   "Did you have anything planned for tonight Janet, as you have a dinner date? That politician that gave you the card, I gave him a courtesy call, he said he is eager to meet you again, can you be at the Holiday inn in Maddington at seven? I told him you would be there"   "I won't be taking you, Janet, I'll have one of my drivers pick you up at six-thirty, and take you there. He will return you home when your meeting with him and his wife is finished." Roberto finished, just as they stopped outside of Sandra's home. He had said nothing about what was expected of Janet; after they had had their meal. Would they want her to have sex with them, or would she go home?   That question played on her mind, as she and Sandra entered the house, while Roberto parked his car around at the rear. "It is my turn for Roberto to fuck me first, isn't it Sandra?" Janet asked a surprised Sandra when they had entered the bedroom. Sandra had already undone her dress and was stepping out of it to be naked. When Janet asked, and sat on the edge of the bed.   "Yes darling it is, he fucked me last night remember, why do you ask?" Sandra replied, watching Janet removing her dress. "It's just that he has arranged for me to meet that politician, so he might not fuck me now if the politician going to fuck me later?" Janet said, in a disappointed voice, now standing naked in front of Sandra. "Don't be silly darling, it's two fifteen, he's going to fuck you twice before he goes at five-thirty," Sandra said smiling.   "Now if the politician and his wife want' you in bed, I think you should practise your oral technique on me," Sandra said opening her legs and holding out her arms to Janet, who obediently knelt between Sandra's legs to kiss her clitoris. Roberto came through the door as Janet knelt, and looking at her rear started removing his clothing. Then gave Sandra his cock, as he fingered Janet's cunt to make it juicy preparing it for fucking.   Roberto did fuck Janet a second time, but it was in her home when he took her there at five-thirty. She was ready for her night out at six-thirty when a large rough-looking man knocked on her door. "Roberto sent me," was all he said, before leading her to his car. Janet looked at him, as she followed his broad shoulders small waist and big hands. Most likely a boxer or wrestler Janet thought, as he watched her getting into the car.   At the Holiday inn, he handed Janet a card with his phone number on, "ring me when you want to go home!" he said as she took it, he was a man of few words it seemed. At the entrance to the dining room, Janet told the headwater she was joining Mr Broom and his wife. He looked at his reservation list and smiled, "Mr Broom is having room service in his sauté '224', I'll have you escorted there!" he said with a courteous smile.   The door opened to her guilds knock, who then politely introduced Janet as, "your dinner guest sir." Inside the room, Mr Broom took Janet's hand and kissed it, then led her to where his wife was sitting and offered Janet a set beside her. "This is my wife Susan;" he said as Susan offered her hand to Janet as she sat beside her. She was very nice looking, although quite a few years younger than the forty years Janet thought Mr Broom.   Susan was also very quiet, but that could have been because she was a little drunk. She had obviously had a few, witch Janet could understand, she might be nervous at meeting Janet. Malcolm would have given her wine to charm her nerves but had overdone it somewhat, by the look of her glazed eyes, and the way she was smiling at Janet.          "I hope you like seafood, my dear, as I have ordered us oysters and prawn cocktail starter, with grilled mulloway as a main dish. There is a choice of wines to savour as you wish, may I offer you a red to start, while we wait for the meal. We would like to get to know you better," Mr Broom said pouring Janet a large glass of wine and topped up Susan's glass.   "The gentleman that phoned me said your name was Janet. My name is Malcolm, and I must apologise for the way we forced ourselves upon you last night. Although it is no excuse, we were quite drunk and aroused. Seeing you lying there naked, was like having a wish come true for Susan and me. We have talked about sharing our bed with others before, but until last night we have never had the nerve to approach anyone."   "Susan had a lesbian friend in college, with whom she used to sleep; and I would dearly like to see Susan having sex with other men. Your friend said that he could arrange all that for us at another time, he also said you had no other arrangements for tonight. Therefore, he would organise a meeting for us, so I could apologise in person to you, for last night. He also said you were a free spirit, and any acceptance of my apology would be yours."       "I would also like to say sorry for the short notices for tonight my dear, but we go home to Geraldton tomorrow. Susan wanted to meet you again before we go, she was so taken with you last night she wondered if you do forgive us, would you like to continue last nights encounter in our bed tonight, and on occasions in the future?"   "I have duties in Geraldton I must return too, but I will, of course, be back in Perth, for the sitting of parliament, and sometimes Susan douse accompany me." Mr Broom finished, topping up the half-filled glass Janet now held, smiling at her while she took another drink. Janet was thinking and remembering the words their host of last night had said when he saw the card Mr Broom gave her.   "Good girl, a member of parliament, and an influential one to boot. Keep him interested Roberto, and we are on the gravy train." Was his actual words, and she would please Roberto if she could put Mr Broom among his clientele. It wouldn't be much of a hardship for Janet, although it had been a shock at first, Malcolm's cock did please her sensitive vagina, and Susan had given Janet an orgasm sucking Malcolm's sperm from her.   Susan was watching her intently, as she took another sip or two. Malcolm was also looking at her eagerly awaiting her answer, the bottle of wine poised to pour her more wine when needed. Janet held her glass out to Malcolm, now it was half-full saying. "You were naughty to assume I would let you do that to me, but I do forgive you Susan for doing what he told you to do, you did give me a lovely orgasm with your tongue."   "As for you Malcolm, after dinner, you can watch Susan and me on your bed. You are not going to fuck me, not tonight, maybe you can when you come back to Perth. Tonight Susan is getting all the attention because I want to suck your cum from her!" Janet said, much to Susan's relief and joyous smile, as she leaned over to kiss Janet. Just then there was a knock on the door, room service had arrived with their meal.   The water did not see the kiss Susan gave Janet or the hand that was feeling Janet's breast. Malcolm brought the meal trolley in from to corridor and smiled at the way the two women were becoming acquainted. As he laid the meal on the small dining table, he watched them getting sexually excited. While kissing, Susan had Janet's breast out of her blouse, as Janet had her hand between Susan's open legs.   Malcolm was reluctant to interrupt them especially as Susan's micro skirt, allowed him to see Janet's fingers busy inside Susan's vagina. At the table, they carried on their provocative ways, by letting each other noisily suck an oyster from each other's mouths. Janet had not adjusted her blouse, leaving her breast exposed. Susan took a great deal of pleaser in covering Janet's nipple with oyster sauce, then noisily sucking it off.   Malcolm sat watching and kept their glass's full, his hard penis protruding through his open flies. He let his trousers fall when he followed them into the bedroom when they were ready. Removing the rest of his clothing, as he watched the two girls strip each other. Then he watched Janet, finger Susan to an orgasm, before pushing her onto the bed and climbing on top of her, giving him a view of Janet's ass before Susan licked Janet's cunt.   Janet had climbed on Susan, head to tail, and had her head between Susan's legs. Malcolm sat watching them eating each other, then saw Susan start to jerk and vibrate. Susan's head dropped away from Janet's cunt, to hang opened mouthed and panting over the end of the bed. Malcolm could not resist the temptation, and kneeling inserted his cock into Susan's gaping mouth who edgily sucked on it.   He also couldn't resist fingering Janet, and as he had two fingers in her cunt, he inserted his thumb into her arsehole. Giving her a double penetration finger fuck, and was further tempted to slip his cock into Janet's juicy cunt. Only Janet looked back over her shoulder and saw him standing at her rear, and guessing what he was contemplating firmly said. "Don't you dare Malcolm, get up here and fuck your wife, she is more than ready!"   Janet sat up and played with Susan's nipples, as Malcolm knelt between Susan's legs and fucked her. Susan moaned and groaned then became silent, as she resumed her oral attack on Janet's cunt. Malcolm groaned as his cock jerked in Susan's cunt, and then standing wiped his spunk covered knob end over Janet's lips. Janet sucked it into her mouth to suck it clean, then turned her attention to the sperm oozing from Susan's cunt, and sucked it out.   Susan was once again gasping for breath because Malcolm had given her another orgasm when he shot his cum into her. Now Janet’s tongue was burrowing into her vagina, to scoop out their juicy cum. It was keeping Susan’s orgasm in a heightened state, and her in rapture as Janet’s mouth worked wonders on her cunt. It also gave Malcolm the opportunity to attack Janet’s neglected cunt, and soon had his fingers probing deep into her.     The resolute had Susan's face splattered, with the free-flowing juices from Janet's own orgasm, that Susan tried to capture to drink. Long after Janet had cleaned out Susan's cunt, she still licked and sucked on it. Enjoying the attention, Malcolm's fingers were giving her cunt. Susan was once again eagerly sucking Malcolm's cock, although it was soft.     All three of them had enjoyed each other's attention, Janet, because she had been in control, and she liked it. As for Malcolm and Susan, it was their first taste of group sex, and they intended it would not be their last. Keeping in touch with Janet would be uppermost in their plans, she could organise the next sex party, this time with men for Susan. Janet left their room after a kiss and grope from Malcolm, her driver was waiting downstairs.   It was one o/clock when she arrived home and turning to the driver. "What do I owe you for the fair," she asked and saw the driver smiling. "Roberto has already covered the fair, but the girls normally give me a tip." He said, and under the street lighting, she saw his smile widening. "Err what's the normal tip they give," she asked. Then she knew when he pulled her under her carport to fuck her in the shadows.   Chapter 24 Janet was awake but still in bed when the phone rang at ten am on Friday. Thinking it was Sandra she happily picked up the phone saying, "good morning darling." Then she sat upright when Roberto's voice answered her. "My, we are happy this morning Janet, I take it all went well last night, and our friends enjoyed themselves with you. You sound like you're in a good mood this morning, does that means we are happy with our little arrangement so far Janet?"   Roberto asked, and then waited for Janet's reply, Roberto had not rung Janet directly before. It had been Sandra, who had always rung her with what Roberto wanted them to do. Now why was he ringing her on a Friday, Sandra and Janet could not do Roberto's arranged parties on a Friday night, because their husbands would be home on Fridays for the weekend. Sandra and Janet could only do Roberto's bidding, Monday afternoon to Thursday night.   They would be entertaining their husbands in bed, at five-thirty when they got home. The sort of sexual activity Roberto arranged for them, would surely be noticeable to their husbands if they were fucked by anyone else on a Friday afternoon. So why was Roberto ringing her now, Janet could feel her temperature rising, at the thought; he wanted her to have sex, with him or someone else now, so anxiously, she almost whispered into the phone.   "Yes Roberto they were very happy, Malcolm will ring you when he's due in Perth again. He wants' you to arrange for Susan to be fucked while he watches, but I think he will be down on his own soon. He told me he wants me in his bed all night alone with him when he kissed me goodnight at the hotel. I think that's because I wouldn't let him fuck me, he only fucked Susan, I wanted to make sure Susan was well pleased."   Janet finished, breathing heavily as she waited for Roberto to answer. "Good you have done the right thing, Janet, he will be more eager to fuck you, now you have refused him. I will be available to service Susan when he brings her down again, but I have rung you this morning, to find out if you are enjoying our partnership. Are you happy with your first week in our entertainments group, I haven't worked you too hard have I?" Roberto asked, before waiting again for Janet's reply.   "Oh no Roberto; not at all, although at first, I thought it would be only you; I would be having sex with. I hadn't realised you ran so many functions, and entertain so many people. Sandra did warn me, I would be having more sex with you than Alex. Only she never said I would be having sex with so many different men Roberto, not that I'm complaining. I have enjoyed the last three days with you and Sandra; is there anything else you wanted to know?"   Janet asked, and then waited breathlessly for Roberto to reply. "I'm pleased to hear you say that Janet, I'm assuming by that you wish to continue our collaboration?" He asked, and heard Janet whisper 'yes'. "Good now you must tell me if what I am asking you is too much, but going by your activities last Wednesday I have a list for you, starting on Monday.   "Mr Assume wanted you to have a two-hour brunch with him today, which I told him was out of the question. He has agreed to a nine to eleven breakfast on Monday instead, and then at twelve, you have a quickie at the Serration Hotel nearby. It shouldn't take long, he was at the party on Wednesday. Wants to meet you after our host of the night told him of you, he wants to look you over and have sex."   We are out again at five for a birthday treat; where you and Sandra will be having sex again Janet, is that all right?" He asked, and Janet was silent for a while before answering 'yes', as she was taking deep breaths. He had referred to Wednesday when Mr Assume had fingered her to several orgasms before Roberto had fucked her in the lift. Then that night six men had fucked her, and Susan had licked her to an orgasm. Monday was the start of a new week of sex, and she already had three sex dates.   "Yes Roberto I can't see any problem with that, will you be taking me into the city?" she asked. "No Janet I have other things to do, but the driver that drove you last night will be on hand." He answered and Janet smiled to herself, he will want another tip when he brings her home, Janet thought. "Ok Roberto is there anything else, I need to know?" She asked, and Roberto replied. "You have several appointments every day next week Janet, but I'll let you know about them later," he answered then hung up.   Janet sat looking at the phone for some time, before hanging up to get out of bed. She was in the shower when it rang again, this time it was Sandra on the line. "Hi darling, just got off the phone with Roberto, seems we have a party to go to on Monday. Were entertaining a husband, while he watches Roberto fuck his wife, it is her birthday and Roberto is the present. See you Monday evening then, I'll be with Roberto most of Monday, I have two appointments in the morning." Sandra said, then hung up, Janet had not said a word.       John arrived home at five-thirty as normal, and Janet welcomed him lovingly, and he enjoyed her affections all weekend. Until he left her at four am Monday morning, after having sex with her for the seventh time. He happily went out to meet the other four husbands, who were looking forward to the next weekend.                           Chapter 25 Munday morning the driver was at her door at eight-fifteen, then he escorted her up to Mr Assume's penthouse when they arrived. The sumo wrestler let them in, showing Janet straight to Mr Assume bedroom, where he was sat crossed-legged on the floor, in a colourful kimono at a small table. As she entered he rose to welcome her, taking off the kimono to reveal he was naked under it. Moving to her, he started removing her blouse and skirt.   "You look lovely my dear, I will enjoy drinking in your beauty while we have breakfast." He said, removing the last of her clothing, then leading her to the table to sit opposite him on a cushion, also crossed legged. She was fully exposed to his gaze as he was to her's, and as she drank the rice wine he gave her. She watched his cock growing longer and thicker, as he, in turn, looked at her stretched open vagina.   Ringing a small silver bell, brought the sumo wrestler with bowls of breakfast fruits. Witch they eat in silence, accompanied by more rice wine until all the fruits were gone. Then the wrestler brought more bowls of Japanese breakfast dishes, to be washed down with more rice wine, which he kept pouring into her cup. The wine was beginning to affect her, as the sight of his hard ridged penis made her want him to have sex with her?     She sat smiling at him as he finished the last of his meal, and continued smiling when he asked. "Would you like something else for breakfast Janet, like a meat joint with built-in cream sauce?" He said moving to her side of the table, where he indicated she should suck his cock. It soon became obvious he wanted her to suck him off, as he began fucking her mouth, and became highly aroused as he approached the point he was about to ejaculate.   He was holding Janet's head when the wrestler came in, to remove the table and breakfast things. As he was leaving Janet chocked as Mr Assume's spunk hit the back of her throat, and she quickly swallowed as he filled her mouth. When he took his cock from her, he rang the bell again as he sat in a chair. When the wrestler came in Mr Assume said something in Japanese, and the wrestler picked Janet up and laid her on the bed.   Lighting a cigar Mr Assume watched the wrestler spread Janet's legs, and finger fuck her with two of his big fat fingers, and each time Janet climaxed, Mr Assume got off his chair to suck her juices from her. She climaxed five times before Mr Assume, told the wrestler to stop fingering her. She had been there exactly two hours, when her driver escorted her from the penthouse, after she had been to the bathroom, to cleanse between her legs.   The driver said nothing on the way down in the lift, or on the short drive to the Serration Hotel. They were almost thirty minutes early; when they parked in the underground car park. She watched the driver get out and get in the back seat with her, and as he undid his flies; he said. "You've got time to suck me off before you have to go up, I'll fuck you for the other half of my tip when I take you home."   The man in room 107 was in his late forties, he stripped her off and felt her breasts. Then he bent her over to fuck her for ten minutes, before giving her an envelope with money in. Her driver fucked her for over twenty minutes when he took her home, and that was in her bed fully naked. With her sucking him before and after having sex, the man in the Serration Hotel hadn't satisfied her at all, and she had let the driver finger her on the drive home.   At three pm the doorbell sounded just as Janet got out of the shower, slipping on her short towelling robe she went to answer it. It couldn't be Sandra she thought, she wasn't due until five. They were going up to Hillary's tonight, where she and Sandra were to entertain a rich gentleman.   While Roberto gave his wife a special birthday present from him, she had said in the past, she would like a big cock fucking her. The husband had found out through dubious means, that Roberto supplied such a service. They had never met, so he and his wife didn't know just how big a surprise it was going to be.   Janet peeked through the gap in the door, the safety chain allowed when she opened it and found Frank standing there smiling at her. Releasing the chain, she opened the door and invited him in asking. "Hello Frank I wasn't expecting you to call, I'm not with Alex anymore if you didn't know," Janet said with a sweet smile, brushing back her wet hair.   "I didn't know that Janet I can't get hold of Alex, and I didn't have your phone number to ask you about doing the show at my club. I'm still keen to have you strip, and entertain men upstairs if you're willing. In fact, if you just wanted to strip, that would be fine as well." Frank said, looking at her in that short gown that came just below her crouch.   Janet could see that seeing her so skimpily dressed, was having an effect on him, by the bulge rising in her trousers. She remembered the last time he was here in her house, he had left her over the back of the settee, after he had fucked her. She had enjoyed that encounter and had expected him to fuck her again when Alex took her back to his club.   That wouldn't happen now, not with Alex anyway, and as Roberto and Sandra didn't need her every night. Janet had the thought of slipping away, one night to do the striptease and maybe having a man or two. The thought was intriguing her, and she was sure if Frank was there he would surely want to fuck her.   Smiling at him Janet took a pace closer to him and asked. "Give me your phone number Frank, if I have a free night I'd like to do the striptease for you. We will have to see about going upstairs when I'm there, I haven't stripped off for more than three men before Frank. So I don't know how I will feel with a room full, I may need something to make me sexy beforehand."   Janet said smiling, at Frank as he held out a business card for her, and looked at her interestingly. "Thank you, Frank I'll be in touch, now is there anything I can offer you, to make your trip here beneficial?" Janet asked, and continued to smile, as Frank put his hand inside her gown to feel her breast, making her moan as he pinched her nipple. He had fucked her over the settee the last time he was here, this time he wanted her on the bed.   She gave a light-hearted laugh, as he grabbed her hand, and tugged her towards the stairs. In the bedroom, she undid her robe and let it fall, then as his trousers fell she was on her knees sucking him. When he left Janet she had just enough time to shower and dress before Roberto and Sandra arrived. She was still aroused, from her bedroom romp with Frank, and decided to put the question about doing a striptease to Sandra.   "No." Came the blunt answer from Roberto. "You can do a striptease act in privet for our clients if you like Janet, but not for a room full of walk-in punters off the street. It would take just one person to recognise you, and John would get to know. Then questions would be asked about Sandra and the other girls, we have kept our sexual activities away from your husbands so far, let's keep it that way."   Roberto said as he drove out of the city, on the northern highway. He was right of course, they had a good thing going on. Doing a turn at Frank's club would put the rest in jeopardy, she would have to be content with what she was getting. It was only the thought of getting a little extra sex that was motivating Janet. She would have to give Frank more sex, as compensation for turning down the striptease.            The rest of the journey was done in silence, and at five to six they pulled into the drive of a large house. A casually dressed man of about fifty opened the door for them, and after an arranged greeting let them in. Sandra and Janet kissed him on the cheek in greeting, the hooked their arms into his as he leads them all to the living room. A woman of fortyish sat a little nervously watching them enter, but smiled as they were introduced.   She was holding a large glass of amber liquid, and Janet was sure it wasn't the first she had had. Roberto sat in a chair, not too distant from the wife who sat in a two-seat settee and engaged her in small talk. As the husband got drinks for Sandra Janet and Roberto, then he sat on the three-setter sofer between Sandra and Janet. After a few drinks and some nibbles that were laded out for everyone.   Sandra acting as if she were a little drunk, started getting rather friendly with the husband. She had snuggled up close to him and had her hand on his upper thigh, her fingers stroking him there. The wife had been breathing heavily for some time, she took a quick intake of breath. When Roberto moved to sit beside her, his hand higher on her thigh, as she wore a short summer dress.   "Margret?" he asked moving his hand along her thigh, his fingers on her inner tender skin. "How long have you had the desire to be fucked by a large penis." She looked at him speechlessly unable to move it seemed, as his hand wandered further under her dress. Breathing harder now as his fingers had reached her crouch, and by the movement of her dress, he was stroking her vagina, as she looked at her husband on the sofer.   Sandra was also rubbing his leg and the lump that had appeared in his trousers, while he had his arm over Janet's shoulder. His hand hanging down, and his fingers feeling her hard nipple. As Roberto right hand was feeling Margret's vagina, his left hand had undone the buttons of her bodice, and he too was playing with a nipple. He was pleased they had stuck to his stipulation of no underwear, it helped if there were no hindrances to remove.   "Nice firm tits Margret, you haven't had kids sucking them dry have you?" Roberto said pushing her open bodice to one side, so he could look at one of them. It was obvious Margret hadn't been spoken to like this before, and it was turning her on, her flushed face told she was aroused. Brushing the top of her dress off her shoulders, left her sitting topless in front of them all, and she was trembling with apprehension.   Standing up Roberto pulled Margret to her feet, and her dress fell to the floor, making her gasp as they all could see her naked now. Janet had opened her blouse, for the husband to freely play with her tits. While Sandra stroked his hard cock, she had prised from his trousers. Margret saw Sandra lower her head to suck her husband, and then looked at Roberto with shock in her eyes, and a gasp on her open lips.   As she felt the length and thickness of Roberto's cock, as it grows into a monstrous cock. "Suck it Margret suck it hard before I fuck your juicy cunt," Roberto said, with his hands on her shoulders to push her down. His wasn't the first cock she had sucked, he could tell by the way she gobbled him. It was the first time she had swallowed one, by the way, she sputtered and chocked, when Roberto pushed his down her throat.   Hubby had sat up and gasped when he saw what she was putting into her mouth, or should I say couldn't get in. She had two hands rubbing his shaft, as she sucked on a third of it. She seemed reluctant to stop sucking him, when Roberto lifted her and turned her, to make her kneel on the settee. Then she squalled like a stuck pig when he inserted his cock into her cunt and she continued to wale as he fucked her with deep thrusts.   Janet knew how Margret felt, it had been only a week ago Roberto had first fucked her. Since then she had had her cunt stretched four times by his cock, Janet had swallowed his cock twice. It had been difficult at first, but she was determined to swallow it all soon, in fact, Roberto was fucking her again tomorrow. From now on, she had to swallow his cock if she wanted him to fuck her; it was a fair price to pay to feel his cock in her cunt.   Roberto fucked Margret for fifteen minutes, accompanied by her whimpering as he drove his cock into her. She was eager to wrap her legs around him when he knelt between her legs to fuck her for another fifteen minutes. When he pulled out he made her cough and splutter again, when his thick cum filled her mouth. Sandra had turned herself around and had sat on hubby's cock to bounce up and down. While hubby sucked Janet's nipples and fingered her cunt, he still played with Janet's cunt as she sucked his cum from Sandra.   They then sat around naked drinking and playing with one another for almost an hour. When Margret had sucked Roberto's cock hard, he laid her on the carpet and spread her legs, to fuck her in front of them. The husband watched his wife nosily enjoy the giant cock fucking her while playing with Janet and Sandra. Until he got behind a kneeling Janet, so he could fuck her from behind, doggy style.       As they were leaving amide the goodbye kisses the husband asked, "it's our anniversary on the fifteenth of next month. If your free, I'd like to book you for an all-night party?" Margret looked expectant as Sandra checked on her diary, then lept into her husband's arms when the date was confirmed as free.   When they returned to Sandra's home, Roberto sat and watched Sandra and Janet undress. Then have them play with and suck his cock, before chousing Sandra to bend over the side of bed and fuck. He left them on the bed, where Janet sucked his cum from Sandra's cunt. As he dressed he said, "get some rest Janet, your Samoan friends want you for lunch tomorrow, and you have a party at six in the evening."   "Sandra already knows what she is doing tomorrow, but the two of you will come with me to a meeting Wednesday morning. Then Wednesday afternoon, with Nicole you both have an orgy to go too. You have nothing Wednesday night, so I will be around to tell you what you have Thursday." Roberto finished smiling, then left them to their own devices, it had been a good start to the week, and the future of her getting as much cock as she wanted. Janet thought kissing Sandra's cunt, to toasted the cocks she was about to have.     Chapter 26 At ten in the morning, Janet's doorbell rang, as she sat making up her face. In just her dressing gown she went to answer it and found Roberto's driver grinning at her. "You're early," Janet said stepping aside to let him in. "Yes had nothing to do so thought I'd come on around early, wondered if you'd give me my tip before we go, instead of after you've been fuck already." He said grinning at her, as she closed the door.   "You've got a bloody cheek, but at least you're being honest," Janet said smiling which the driver took as a yes, and as he released his cock with one hand, he felt her breast with the other. He had pushed his hand inside her dressing gown, onto her bare breast and was playing with her nipple. Janet had seen his hand moving to her breast and had not resisted, as she looked down at him releasing his thick cock.    Alex had from the start of their affair been forceful with her and had done what he wanted to her. Now having someone force themselves on her excited her, and the sight of a man's cock made her want it. She had realised she had become a Nymphomaniac days ago when the more cock she had the more she wanted. Now there was one within her grasp, and she curled her fingers around it and felt it harden, as she rubbed it.   The driver removed Janet's robe, before dropping his trousers and taking off his shirt to be naked also. Then resumed feeling her breasts, and fingering her cunt as she wanked his cock. They had gradually moved into the living room, kissing and fondling as they went. Now with Janet highly aroused, and her cunt soaking wet with his fingering. She went down onto her knees, to suck his rampant cock, and saver the juices oozing from it.   She had sucked him off before, and although he enjoyed her mouth, it was not what he had come here for. Lifting her off the floor, he sat her in a chair, then lifting her legs he sucked on her cunt before fingered her again. Her juices were already flowing, and his thumb easily slipped into her slippery covered anis as he finger fucked her. Then his fingers left her cunt, to enter her anis where he finger fucked her arsehole.   Frank had been the first to fuck her ass and he had done it twice, then one of the drug dealers had fucked her there twice in the room at the Gateway motel. He had fucked her ass again last Wednesday at the party, now the driver was making her gasp as he pushed his thick cock into her ass to fuck her. Although she liked it, she wondered why men liked fucking her ass so much. Was it because her arsehole gripped their cocks, tighter than her cunt did?   The house the drug dealer owned was in a nice suburb, on the outskirts of Perth alongside the river. They arrived thirty minutes early, and he heard them on the gravel drive. Janet recognised him as the drug boss when he opened the door.  He had not been at the party on Wednesday and had missed seeing her there. "The boy's told me they met you last Wednesday, and that you were pleased to see them. Thought I'd have you around to have that juicy cunt of yours, I enjoyed have you in that motel room." He said leading her into the house, and into the living room.   He wasted no time in groping her, easing her skirt to her waist to feel her ass, as Janet released his cock. Sitting down he pulled her onto him to kiss her as they groped and undressed each other.   When they were naked Janet expected him to fuck her, but he leads her through the house, into the back garden instead. There were another seven men there, standing around a barbeque drinking beer. They all smiled at seeing her naked and started to remove their shorts. The two men that had fucked her on Wednesday were the first to undress and go to her; the rest stood to wait their turn to fuck her.      Her driver had to wait hours for her as they all fucked her twice; with her swallowing all the spunk, they produced. They fucked her ass five times out of the sixteen times; she lay or knelt on the grass. When Janet got home at three she was thankful, she had given the driver his tip before they left. As she was a bit weary when she lay down to rest after her shower, he would be back at five to pick her up again, would he want another tip.   At five-fifteen, Janet was ready for the driver to arrive; it was a twenty-minute drive to Maddington, where the party was being held. They should leave by five-thirty, to allow for any delay. Janet was at the bottom of the sitars when the doorbell rang.   "Hello Janet, have you rested enough?" he asked with a smile walking through the open door past her. Then turning he undid his flies and took out his cock, "Same deal as before Janet, you don't know how many at the party. You might be tired when we come home!" he said, his smile growing wider. On the drive home from the drug dealers, Janet had told him she was tired and worn out after eight men had fucked her.   He was not going to risk, her being worn out again when they returned. Janet could not help but smile, "o/k you cheeky basted, but not in the ass this time," she said bending over the back of the settee and lifting the back of her dress. He took his time fucking her, and by the time, she had sucked him off, they didn't leave until twenty-five to six.   The door opened and an eager man welcomed Janet when she knocked on his door. "Hello, hello come on in, we've been waiting for you, their in the living room, would you like a drink before we start?" He asked a little too eagerly, his eyes looking at the cleavage showing in her low neckline dress. There was no bra to hide his view, as he looked down from his six-foot height. With him just in shorts, there was no hiding his eagerness to start.   "Maybe when we have finished I'll have a drink, I can see you're eager to fuck me. I have only my dress on, shall I strip out here or do you want to strip me yourself in there?" Janet asked the tall men, as she felt the bulge in his shorts. "In there with the lads please," he stammered as his cock swelled at Janet's touch. Pushing open a door to another room, that was accompanied, by whistles and cheers from the three other men in there.   Janet stood in the centre of the room, looking at the men in there, as she let her dress fall to the floor. Then walked around the circle of men, letting them reach out and feel her as she passed. "Aren't you getting your cocks out to fuck me, I want to see what you have for me?" Janet asked, watching them stand to drop their shorts, and Janet walked around again. Feeling their cocks, as they felt her again, then on her knees, she sucked them hard.    Just after seven Janet was on her way home, with an envelope full of money. They had only fucked her for about ten minutes each before she sucked them off. She had expected them to want her to stay until they fucked her again, but the tall person thanked her and gave her an envelope, and her dress. If they were satisfied, so was she, so putting on her dress she wished them goodnight and left, and found herself at home by seven-thirty?   "Bloody hell, you were quick Janet, not so many at this party as the last, I'm guessing." Her driver said smiling, as she got in his car when she left the house. Sitting in the back of the car, Janet was curious at what was in the envelope. She had to hand it to Roberto, along with the rest of the envelopes she received. Only this one was unsealed, it tempted her to look inside it, and quietly she counted two thousand dollars.   They had paid five hundred dollars each to fuck her, she had been fucked by eight men earlier. If they had paid to same, there was an envelope at home with four thousand dollars in it. The last job she had worked at, before moving to Perth, was in a shop earning one hundred dollars a week. Roberto had given her a thousand dollars, for the Wednesday party last week, where she was fucked six times.   So far this week, thirteen of Roberto's clients had fucked her, and she had spent two hours with Mr Assume. 'I wonder how much Roberto charged him for that,' Janet thought, as she sealed the envelope, just as they reached her home. "Early night for you Janet, unless you want to go somewhere later, Roberto's already paid me for the night." The driver said smiling as he held the car door open, for Janet to get out.   "No not tonight Sid, I'm having a shower then lasing in a chair for the night, but can I offer you a drink before you go," Janet said as she produced her key, to unlock the door. "Don't mind if I do," said Sid as he followed her into the house. "The drink cabinets there Sid; I'll have a white wine when I've had my shower please," Janet said, heading upstairs to the bathroom.   Dressed in only her bathrobe, and brushing her hair as she came downstairs, Janet stopped abruptly as she entered her living room. Lasing on the settee was a naked Sid, sipping a glass of whiskey, as his hand slowly rubbed his rigid cock. "You did ask me in for a fuck didn't you Janet, you wouldn't want to spend all night alone would you, not when you can have me fucking you."   Sid said smiling at her as she stood looking at his cock, a little shocked at his bluntness. "Come on sit on this, and I'll keep quiet about you counting the money in that envelope. You know you only get a percentage of what they pay you to fuck, what's in those envelopes is for Roberto. Now if you want to earn money on the side, I can get you some clients, only I want a backhander plus I get to fuck you when I want, do we have a deal?"   Sid said standing up and moving closer to her, Janet just watched his approach, and let him remove her gown. Then he kissed her as his hand went between her legs, to feel her cunt was already wet. His blackmailing demands of a partnership had excited her, as had the sight of his thick ridge cock. She opened her legs as she took hold of his cock, so he could finger her better, then at his bidding went on her knees to suck him.   He fucked her twice before he left at midnight, once kneeling in the living room. Then after she had sucked him off, he took her to her bedroom, where they spent the time fondling and giving oral, until she had sucked him off. Then when aroused again, he made her kneel on all fours to fuck her, only this time he fucked her arsehole. Leaving her face down on the bed, he left her with his spunk oozing from her ass.   Chapter 27 At nine, Wednesday morning Roberto rang the doorbell, and when Janet answered it wearing a dress, he said. "Take that off and wear this," as he handed her a parcel and Roberto stood watching her, as she removed the dress she was wearing. "Take off the panties to," Roberto said as she went to pull on the micro skirt he had given her that did not quite cover her crouch, along with a tiny tie up top that showed most of her tits.   When dressed Roberto made her poses for his approval, she had to bend to show him herself from behind, with her breasts almost falling out of the top. When satisfied he lead her out to the car, where Sandra sat in the same outfit, the short skirt displaying her cunt. Around the corner, they stopped to pick up Nicole, who seemed surprised to see Janet there and said. "Sandra said she was hoping you'd join us, Rachel will be pleased you're with us today," Nicole said, sitting opposite Janet, her skirt showing as much as Sandra's and Janet's did.   Then with Rachel sitting happily next to Janet in the car, Roberto headed for the city and gave them instructions as he drove. "This is mostly for Janet, the rest of you should know the drill by now. You are going to this meeting, to serve drink and be nice to the men there. When you bend to put a drink on the table, exaggerate the bending to show them your cunts, you will let the men feel your cunts and breasts."   "Smiling sweetly at them will get you a bigger tip, letting them fuck you, will get you a bonus. There is no fucking or sucking them off in the main meeting hall, during the presentation. If they want to fuck you after, take them to the anti-room. They will give you a green casino gambling chip, if they just want you to suck them off, a red chip will allow them to fuck you as well."   "The discussions will finish at eleven when the food will be served, drinks will be served throughout the meeting and until twelve. We will stay for as long as your services are required, I'm not sure how many will be at the meeting today, but in the past, there have been twenty plus. You all have to be at an orgy at six, so pleasing two or three men at once, will get you through them quicker. If the demand is anything like it was last time, you will need a rest before tonight's orgy," Roberto said, as the car glided closer to the city.   They parked at the rear of the building and then took the service lift up to the anti-room, adjacent to the meeting hall. The anti-room had tables already laddered with drink bottles and glasses, and others had plates of finger food. Four men stood behind the drinks table, ready to make up the girls drink orders. Along the wall beside the lift, were two sofers and two armchairs.   "You can use these to earn your gambling chips," Roberto said, indicating the furniture with his hand. "Take no notice of them they're my men," he said now sweeping his hand towards the four men. "Now take a pad and pencil, two of you service the right-hand side of the table, the others the left. The meeting starts in twenty minutes, there not all in there yet, but you can start serving them now." Roberto said as he adjusted Janet's top so that just her nipples were hidden.   Janet teamed up with Rachel, on one side of the table and had notes pressed between her breasts. As well as fingers, feeling her cunt as she bent to place drinks on tables. One of her customers showed her two red gambling chips, as well as his cock with a request. "These are for you later, if you wank me off now"? He asked, taking her hand and placing it on his cock. Janet looked at the clock and saw it was ten minutes, to the start of the meeting.   Sliding her tray onto the table, she took the two chips and put them between her breasts, as her other hand started wanking his cock. "I'll take them now darling, and then you can fuck me at eleven when the food comes out, you can redeem the second one later!" She said, and then just before eleven, she finished him off with her mouth.   She looked up at Roberto as she retrieved her tray of empty glasses, and licking her lips took fresh orders from smiling men. As she entered the anti-room to refill her orders, she passed close by Roberto, who was looking at her. "You said we couldn't suck them off during the meeting, you didn't say we couldn't before it!" Janet said as she swept by him, and gave her order to the man behind the table.   "You've turned out to be a hot bitch Janet, Sandra said you would be from the start," Roberto said as he stood beside her. Then Janet gave a startled cry, as he pushed his hand between her legs. Then opened them so his hand could move freely, as he finger fucked her. "There that's better, now you've got a nice juicy cunt for them to feel," Roberto said as Janet vibrated to the climax he gave her.   The next hour Janet spent serving drinks and having hands feeling her. She smiled sweetly and thanked everyone, that fingered her and pressed monitory notes between her tits. She was waylaid seconds after eleven, by the man wanting the second half of his red poker chip. Still holding her tray of glasses, and a knee on the arm of an armchair. He fucked her bent over from behind, as she sucked another for a green chip.   With the drinks tray finally abandoned, Janet found the ante-room full of men wanting the services of the four lady's. Janet had an empty glass, to hold her green and red chips, plus the notes she had acquired. She had found the best position for her, was to kneel in the chair. So she could suck the man behind it; while wanking two men and being fucked from the rear. The four men could move around the chair, and fuck her in turn.   Suddenly the rush was over, and only one man stood slightly waiting for her to finish being fucked. He was there to claim his fuck for his second red chip; he had been the first to fuck her at eleven. Then stood patiently watching her being fucked continuously for two hours, now he had her all to himself, and he spent his time fucking her tenderly.   At one-thirty Roberto lead the four weary women, to a two-bedroom suite in the same hotel for them to rest. "You have three and a half hours before we leave here, give me those outfits I'll get them cleaned," Roberto said, then with his hand, he indicated a pile of silk robes. "There are dressing gowns for you to ware to the orgy, you will be naked as soon as you get there. Now have a shower and get some rest, I'll be back at five to pick you up."   Roberto said leaving the four women naked, as he went out the door. With one bathroom, they had to take turns to shower. Rachel went first, then it would be Janet then Sandra followed by Nicole. As Janet waited by the bathroom door, Sandra and Nicole were sitting on a settee laughing and joking. Rachel left the shower running, as she came out and Janet stepped under the running water.   When Janet exited the bathroom, she stopped suddenly at the sight of the three women on the settee. Sandra was lying on her back, with Rachel kneeling over her head, while Nicole had her head between Sandra's legs. All four women had just been fucked for two hours nonstop, and here they were in acts of lesbians. Janet left them to it and climbed on to a double bed to rest, then she felt someone climb onto the bed.   Looking up she saw Rachel on her hands and knees crawling towards her, "would you like me to give your pussy a nice massage." She said, taking hold of Janet's feet and pulling them apart, and rolling Janet onto her back. Sandra had done it to her several times, and Janet had enjoyed Sandra's tongue licking her vagina. Only Rachel's tongue seemed to curl around her clitoris, and move on it like it was a tiny penis.   Then curled up again Rachel used it to fuck Janet's love hole, and although she had just been fucked for two hours, Rachel's tongue was soothing to her. So soothing she went into a blissful sleep, to wake with Rachel cuddled up to her being woken by Roberto. It was time to go to their next appointment, a twenty-minute drive away in the affluent suburb of Mosman Park. The owner of a football club there was throwing a party for his winning team.   Roberto parked behind the large building, where a man let them into a back door. They found themselves in what looked like a storeroom, where Roberto took their silk robes. The man happily watched them disrobe, and then disappear through another door. Moments later, he reappeared, and holding the door open ushered them through.   The players dressing room was full of near-naked men, happily drinking and cheered the arrival of the naked women. The girls were passed around from man to man, to be kissed and fondled, but no one attempted to fuck them. For half an hour, they had their tits and pussies felt by all in the room. Then the four-woman were lead to a long bench in the middle of the room.   They were made to kneel alternately facing one way and the other, on the bench. With all the men naked and now lined up in position, in front and behind the woman. The man in charge called for order, "right boys you're having a round-robin. A minute with each girl, then when the bell sounds move on to the next." He said, and as the bell sounded Janet had a cock in her cunt as well as her mouth.   Din-dong and Janet had two different cocks, and as Rachel was the one before her, she had the cock in her mouth that had come out of Rachel's cunt. Janet had tried to count the men in the room but was unable to as they moved her about frequently. As the club was an Australian football club, it meant there would be fifteen men on the field at a time. Another ten could be in reserve, and then there were the coaches and water carriers, plus others.   She had ruffly guessed thirty if not more, all of them would fuck her in the end, if only for a minute at a time. She would also suck each cock, as they went around and around in the round-robin. In eight minutes each man, would fuck and be sucked by the four of them. Then the men would rest until it was their turn to fuck the first of them again. Unlike Janet, she like the other woman would be fucked until the men could fuck no more.                Din-dong the bell sounded time and time again, and different sized cocks fucked her again and again for what seemed like hours. None of the men wore condoms, and some were reaching their limits of restraint. Janet had several cocks jerk and fill her cunt with cum, and she had to drink cum from cocks that erupted in her mouth. As the queue of men dwindled, the more eruptions she felt in her cunt and thick spunk oozed from her.   Then there were no more, and the cock she had just sucked that had come from Rachel's spunk filled cunt, was erupting in Nicole's cunt. As she looked around to see if more were coming, she spied the man who had let them into the building. He was still fully clothed and talking to Roberto, who was smiling and nodded towards Janet. The man unzipped his flies and taking out his cock, walked to Janet saying "here darling you can have the last one."   Publication Date: November 14th 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-kvd9bf587b1e9d5

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Pixie The Slave Kim Long---- This book is still in process of being completed please note if any errors or mistake will be fixed.. thank you Chapter 1 - You have a way of coming easily to me And when you take, you take the very best of me So I start a fight cause I need to feel something And you do what you want cause I'm not what you wanted Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day Just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through I've never been anywhere cold as you You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray And I stood there loving you and wished them all away And you come away with a great little story Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you You never did give a damn thing honey but I cried, cried for you And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you (Died for you) Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day Every smile you fake is so condescending Counting all the scars you made And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through I've never been anywhere cold as you.... Taylor Swift voice flows out of my tiny radio on my night stand. I was singing a long with music laying down in my bed reading my new library book Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyers. The intercom buzzed in a foster mother voice rings in. Kim get your bone ass down stairs I have guest who need service. Angela said sweetly. Now Kim Get Up last thing she said before her voice faded out. I am so tried I need some rest but that greedy bitch will not let me. Slowly standing up and heading into my small bathroom fixing my hair and makeup. smoothing down my tight white nightie and silky white panties. Going down the stairs. Sarah reach out and grab on my left arm. She beaded little gray eyes glazed over. I could tell she is drunk. Just the smell on her alone would kill a housefly. wrinkling my nose away from her stank ass breath. Her hands moved quickly around my 21 dd breasts. Oh wait i have go downstairs first your mother calls. PUSHING HER OUT OF MY WAY CONTINUING downstairs... Pausing at the dark oak door catching my breathe before knocking softly on the office door. I am trying to shake the thump I feel in my throat. My stomach is in knots. She gracefully walked over to me placing her hands on my shoulders pushing towards a ogre looking man with stinky breath. The gruesome old man silently came up behind me ripping my panties from my shaking body. I could tell she is enjoying this watching horrid bald headed man me fuck me from behind. As She is fucking herself with a ten inch pink dildo moaning like a whore in heated. The grandfather clock strikes noon as I walked out of her office towards the stairs leading up to my small attic room. Ohhh Yes right there lick me harder. Sara's voice leak out of her room into the hallway. Stopping by her door peaking in to see who was taking my place between Sara thighs. Long auburn red hair fell around her tiny feet. Sara hazel green eyes flash with desire. She lets out long moan before called into her room. My body switches with desire My ripped nightie fall in a puddle of white on the floor. Slowly moving my body with a sexy shake. Her eyes trailed down my slender torso to my hair free pussy lips. Come closer my pet she purred at me. The closer I got to her the wetter I became. My wetness pouring down inner thigh. I lightly moan her name. As I got on top of her.I am waiting patiently to feel her soft elegant hands on my body made me quiver with delight. Just a thought of her hands and mouth touching and caressing my body. Her long fingers glide across my flat stomach. Her kisses are hard and swift trailing across my right shoulder towards my 21 dd breasts. Sara sucking on one and pinching the other one. I began to explore her body as well. My small hands moved across her 34 a cup breast pinching them to perky up. She lets out a gasp of a excitement. I just grin sexy down at her beautiful face. My tongue worked magic on her breast her hands in my hair push down towards her wet pussy lips. Forcing the servant girl to move away from her. Continue working your magic Kim. Sara dreamy said to me. My tongue plays with her white juicy lips pushing deeper inside her. Fucking her with my tongue only. Sara lets out of moan.. More GIVE ME MORE DAMN EAT MY PUSSY OH YES RIGHT!!! She scream so loud the whole house heard her. She came into my willing mouth as I finger myself. I hoping she will finish this time and not toy with me again. Sara jumps up for her chair gliding across to her closet to find a new pair of panties and outfit before turning to me. That will be all if you don't mind I need a shower for my date gets here. Closing the bathroom door in my face. Leaving me wanting more that she clearly not going to give me? I don't understand her. A little bit furious with the whole situation. I got up a grab my nightie and left the room. I am still very horny slowly walking up to my step to my room. I heard muffed sound coming from broom closet. I am very curious so I go over to the door. The closer I got to the closet door. I could hear Jason the cook and Ann the maid having sex. I quickly open the door and walk inside turning on the light to see Ann is riding Jason huge cock. Her nice perky breasts were bouncing up and down as she slams her pussy on his hard cock. I grabbed her long auburn red hair into my hands pulling her face towards my waiting soaking wet pussy lips. Grinding my pussy into her pretty little face. Her tongue tickles my pussy walls. Jason ramp into her cunt as he is smacking her nice pear shape ass. As I ride her face my hands goes to Jason hairy chest softly touching him. His Hazel green eyes bore into mine. I moan out her name over and over again until I come in her face pushing her away from me. Jason hands grabs me up and place me on my chest with my soaking wet pussy in the air. His hard cock ramps into my honey pot. I tighten my cunt around his hard rod. he slowly rocking his hips with mine. I moan out Oh yes fuck me hard.. harder damn it more please more. I was about to cum all over his huge 10 inch cock. I lick my lips then biting down trying not to scream over and over. I could feel his release inside of me before his dick went limp as he pull it out. My pussy is hot and sticky. Sweat falls down my throat as I turn around and walk out of closet and upstairs to my bedroom. Going straight into the small bathroom. Turning on the hot and cold water adjusting it just right. Stepping into the hot water hitting my skin. Chapter 2 My body is physically tried I basically crawl into my bed a fell into a dreamless sleep. My bed begin to shake My eyes fluttered open to see Sara drunk sexy ass climbing in. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She smiled innocently at me. Which made me curious I watched her carefully. Her soft smooth face slowly moved inches from mine. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. Her eyes travel down to my chest. My nipples were hard clear to see through my skimpy nightgown. Sara pushes me back into my pillows A shadow moves over the side of the bed. Her boyfriend Chad starts to remove his jean then his boxer. His hard cock was inches away from my mouth. Sara's tiny hands grabs my head pushing my mouth onto his cock. Sara move down between my glisten thighs to my pussy lips licking the juices off my inner thigh making me quiver with delight. I let out a light moan licking my moist lips begging for more. Her eyes flash with hot desire before continuing eating me out. My moan escape between sucking on Chad huge cock. Finishing sucking on Chad cock Sara moves off the bed to pick something dark purple off the floor. The purple two headed dildo enters inside her soaking wet pussy lips. Her breathe became shorter as she moan out. She move back towards the bed with the other end of the dildo inches away from my soaking wet pussy. I impale the hard purple dildo moving my hips rapidly against the hard shaft. Groan in pure pleasure as Sara on the other in moving deeper inside herself. I could see her drool coming out of her moist lips. Her sticky hot juice leaking out of her tight cunt. She had far off dreamy look out her beautiful face. I forgot about Chad until his cock hit my right check. Looking up at him with a angry look. I moved over to let him into the bed. Now on my right side my right leg cocked up in the air and Sara is between my thighs fucking my soaking wet cunt. As Chad spread my ass cheeks apart so his huge cock could enter my tight asshole. Lightly moving my ass against his hard cock. Sara removes her strap on so Chad could enter my pussy to get his dick wet with my juices.One rapidly pump into my pussy I was soaking wet again. I could feel him go deeper inside of me. Rocking me harder then any other fucking guys as before. Oh my fucking god this is the best sex I had in days. I thought to myself. I scream out his name over and over. Asking for more please don't stop. FUCK ME HARDER PLEASE. PUNISH MY ASSHOLE OH YES CHAD MORE. I WANT MORE.... I was being to enjoy his cock in my pussy. He remove his cock out of my pussy and enter my tight anus. Sara comes back and slams into my tight wet cunt. A spark of pleasure shot through me. Being in the middle of two bodies I felt like I was in Heaven. I am about to coming I moan out in the air. Sara body started to shake her eyes were closed. she is thrusting the dildo inside deeper inside of me. My pussy wall tight around the fake penis. My sticky juices flowed out of me. Chad came inside of my anus I could feel his dick go soft as he pull out of me. Laying next to Sara stoking her short light red hair out of her sleepy hazel green eyes. lending down kissing her softly on the lips. Cuddling up against her nakedness body. Chad arm encircle us pulling us closer to him. His breathing was soft tickling the back of my neck. I could tell he was fast asleep hugging up against my backside. My eyes grew heavy as I fall back to sleep very satisfied and pleased. ------------------------------------------ Something hard is poke my low back. It's only two in the morning looking at my alarm clock on the nightstand.With Chad dick pushing into my lower back again. His hips moved back and forward against my ass cheeks. I knew we were going to fuck again but with or without Sara that was the question. I look down to find her past out drooling in her sleep. Chad right cover my mouth as he push his cock inside of my already wet willing cunt. I felt my climax climb higher as we rocked our bodies together thrusting in and out of my swollen wet cunt. I groan softly as his dick move around inside of me. Slamming my hot pussy down on his rock hard cock. Chad starts kissing my neck whispering my name over and over in my ear. I want you to know that I demanded for Sara to bring me here with her so I could fuck you all night and morning long. I held a small smile on my face as we continue fucking beside sleeping Sara. I tried to be quiet but We couldn't help our self it is to damn good not to be loud. Finally he was about to come I feel his dick become harder inside of my pussy. Chad told me he is going to come inside of me. Made me giggle like a silly little school girl. Falling back to sleep again I am completely satisfied now after three long hours of hard hot sex with Chad. ....Beep... Beep .. My alarm clock is buzzing in my ear. Reaching out to grab the damn thing to throw against the wall. Angela buzz in on the intercom... Kim Get YOUR LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHING ASS DOWNSTAIRS NOW . she shouted at me. Throwing the covers off and racing downstairs. What could be so important for her to wake me up this early on a Sunday morning.. I halted halfway into the main living room stunned to see the priest of all people sitting in a the blood red velvet chair. I lowered my ocean blue eyes as I entered the room closing the door swiftly behind me. I look down at my feet as the priest order me to remove my clothing and laid down spread your legs little whore. His huge hands around my neck choking me as he is fucking me from behind.. Angela video taping us fucking. My priest is forcing me to look into the camera telling to me beg for his cock.... He pull his tiny little cock out of my pussy slammed it into my anus. His cock pumped into my anus. I cried out in pain.. Please.. Stoppp It hurts.. I screamed through my tears.. The leather rod slap my ass as he came inside of me.. The priest pull out dropping to the floor. I hit my head on the corner of the coffee table.. and everything so dark.. chapter 3 The next day Chad enters my small bedroom with flowers and a sweet smile on his handsome face. Sitting up against my headboard and pillows. "Hey, How are you feeling today?" he asked as he just stood there watching me. I lick my dry lips before answering him. "I am okay" I guess. Just a bump on the head no biggie. I told him brushing it off like it didn't bother me. I didn't look in his eyes while I was saying this to him. Silences creep out into the room. A uneasy feeling is in the air. I could feel something is about to happen.. Sara slam my door open her bloodshot eyes blazing with angry and slight of hurt hidden behind it as well. I was completely confused by her acts. She lets out some of her hot air. I can't believe you two going behind my back and screwing in school of all places without me. Her smooth white cheeks were flush with angry. What are you talking about Sara.. She cut me off before I could speak any further. Well Stacie Greene saw you two talking today in the hallway. She said you two were very close and whispering about something.. So tell what are you two guys up to? She demanded as her eyes narrowed with new suspicion that we are hiding something from her. I can make your life a living hell. And you know that Don't ya little Kimmy? she screamed at me. Tears fulled under my eyelids I will not cry in front of her. I straight my back and lift my chin. And look her square in the eye and said. I don't want what kind of drugs you are on but I hate to break it to you. It wasn't me who Stacie saw talking to Chad today. Since I was at home fucking some more old nasty ass guy that your mother brings here for her sick twisted desires. Sara grabs Chad's right arm pulling him out of the room. I just laid back on my pillow closing my eyes. My head was throbbing falling into dreamless sleep. Next morning waking up to a banging sound coming from downstairs. What the fuck is going down there. I wondered to myself loudly. Grabbing a clean t-shirt and short quickly throwing it on.Walking downstairs to see what fuck is doing on. The past couple weeks nonstop johns coming and going. I haven't had a chance to catch up on my homework and study. Maybe today is will be different. Text: This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events portrayed this book are either the author's imagination, elaboration on actual places,events and people are used fiction AThe Slave Copyright 2012 by Lady PixieAll Rights reserved. Images: All Pictures came from Google images All rights reserved. Publication Date: May 6th 2016 https://www.bookrix.com/-ladypixie

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Deborah Pin Dangerously Hers Dangerous Love Check and Subscribe to our blog for support: https://ebookstoreal.blogspot.com/ Ebookstoreal.pdf Prologue Taken: Year Two   Jessica Moore studied her once perfectly manicured nails in disgust. Just like her life, her nails were broken, splintered and dirty. Her father Arthello let out a hoarse chuckle from beside her. In a raspy voice, he said, “You do know that staring at your nails won’t make them grow back any quicker?” Unruly curls bounced on her shoulders as she shook her head. “Dad, I’m not worried about my nails.” Her nails were the least of her worries. She tore her eyes away from her now calloused hands and scanned her surroundings. The area was about one hundred square feet wide and fifty feet tall, with metallic walls, floor and ceiling. Lights encased in the ceiling shone bright continuously. For all she knew, it could have been the middle of the night or just as likely midday. Her circadian rhythms were long gone. Rudimentary objects had been used to section off the space for various purposes—sleeping, dining, medical ward and meeting areas. For over two years she, like everyone here, had come to accept this place as home, but in reality they had no other choice. We are trapped. She along with over three thousand other people were crammed in what she assumed was the belly of a spaceship. None of them had stood a chance after the Loconuist invaded Earth. Black, white, Asian, Hispanic, poor or rich, it hadn’t mattered—the Loconuist didn’t discriminate as they hunted humans down, herding everyone to this place with no chance to escape. Escape where? had been her question—everyone’s question. Did she dare try to slip through the cargo doors to where the large scaly lizards were? No, she would stay as far away from the Loconuist as possible. Besides, there was no going back home. Life on Earth as she knew it had been destroyed. She’d been caught too early to see the destruction firsthand. But others who came after her described the devastation in graphic details. Jess turned to study her father. Once proud and strong, he now lay side by side with the other sick people in the small makeshift medical ward. It wasn’t a real medical ward. That would imply there was medicine, medical supplies or even medical equipment, which wasn’t the case. Still, he was better off here with the handful of doctors and nurses than with her in the tent city on the other side of the makeshift wall. Since he began coughing up blood, she hadn’t really had a choice but to move him here. He was now bedridden and a mere shell of the powerful man he had been on Earth. The sun-kissed California coloring she was used to was now pale and pasty. His hair, the same chestnut brown as hers, had long since lost its luster and turned white. The wrinkles in his face were far too many to count and made hard, deep lines in his skin. “I was thinking about how much our lives have changed.” She nodded toward the massive doors. She didn’t know where those alien bastards were but as long as they weren’t around, everyone was safe, for now. “They’ve taken us from everything. Home and the company you worked so hard to build are gone.” His cold, bony hand closed around hers. She held on tight, sandwiching it and rubbing. She hoped to generate enough friction to return some of its warmth. He shrugged. “Eh, it’s gone. Not the way I envisioned my retirement, but…” Her father glanced around as if he’d just noticed his meager and dire straits and then smiled up at her. “I’m not worried about any of that, honey.” The middle-aged man on the pallet next to them rolled to his side as painful cries racked his body. He had been visiting Santa Monica, California on a business trip when he got captured. Unfortunately his family, including his wife and three small children, were in Michigan when the Loconuist invaded. He was alone, and not knowing what happened to his family was too much for him to bear. Her father gave her hand a light squeeze. “What matters most—” “Is that we’re together and we have each other,” she said, repeating what he had spoken over and over again for the past two years. Art nodded as if affirming her words. She stared at their hands, trying not to turn his way. She didn’t want to look into his eyes. To do so would only make her face the hard facts. Her dad was dying. His health had declined ever since being captured. It was very apparent that without medical care he wasn’t going to get better. “I love you,” he said. She raised her chin, trying to force back the tears. “I know. You don’t need to tell me.” He’d always been a good, doting father, teaching her how to be self-sufficient and independent. He shook his head. The small amount of movement made him cough violently. Acting fast, she pulled him to his side and held the cloth up to his mouth. He coughed more and spit out blood-tinged sputum. Finally catching his breath, he pushed the dirty cloth away. “My only regret is that I never told you enough.” He rolled onto his back, laboring as he did. “That was my mistake. I should have told you every day.” She fidgeted with his blanket, tucking it in around his frail body and smoothing out the wrinkles. “I didn’t need for you to tell me every day, Dad.” He reached for her hand and stilled it underneath his. “Your mother, she would have told you every day.” He chuckled softly and rubbed a thumb over her knuckles. “She would have told you every morning. She would have kissed you every minute of every day.” The tears she’d tried to hide now spilled liberally down her cheeks. In all her twenty-seven years, she could count on both hands the number of times he had talked about her deceased mother, who had chosen to give birth to her over chemotherapy. Art began to cough again. When she brought the soiled cloth up to his mouth, he brushed her away. “I’m fine.” “No, you aren’t.” She pushed his hand away and cleaned the blood trickling down the side of his mouth. The first sign that something was off was when he began to wheeze and couldn’t catch his breath, and then the coughing had begun. Now, a year later, the blood had come. Even without an MRI or CT scan, they both knew what it was. Lung cancer. “You remind me so much of her.” Laugh lines etched into his face. “Especially your brown eyes. They spark with so much energy when you get angry.” He was right. Her temper had gotten her into trouble more times than she could count. She sighed. “You’ve been on the receiving end of my anger more than you’ve deserved.” His eyes twinkled with humor. “Ah, who’s to say I didn’t provoke you just so I could be reminded of her?” “Then you got what you deserved,” she joked. Inadvertently she stared at her legs. They had always reminded her of stork legs, long and skinny. Her anger wasn’t the only thing she had inherited. She’d seen enough pictures of her mother to know where she had gotten her height from as well. “I wish I could have known her,” she said after a couple minutes of silence, voicing a thought that when she was younger kept her up at night until she cried herself to sleep. “I wish so too.” His face fell. The laugh lines faded as he stared up toward the ceiling, his eyes far and distant. “I’ll be with my love again. I can feel her waiting for me, just as she promised.” Jess’ heart beat with nervous energy. “Daddy, don’t say those things.” “I’ve done as she asked. She wanted you so bad. She said you would be the best of both of us. You and your children would carry our love for generations to come.” He held her hand tighter. “I’ve done that. She would have been so proud of you.” Her throat tightened around the lump that had formed there. “Daddy—” “Jessica, we both know I’m dying.” She caught her breath. Yes, she knew it but neither of them had actually said the words out loud. To say them would only acknowledge it. “You have never been the type to ignore the facts,” he continued in a voice stronger than it had been in a long time. “I…I need you. I can’t do this by myself,” she whispered, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Taking care of him had been the only thing keeping her sane. It was the only thing that made her want to wake up every day. It was the only thing that made her ignore this nightmare that had become their life. “I remember your first day of kindergarten. There were kids crying, hanging on to their mothers’ legs. I thought for sure you would cry as well. But you didn’t. Do you remember what you told me?” She didn’t actually remember that day but he had told the story so often she knew it by heart. “I turned to you and said, ‘Go, Daddy, you can’t stand over my shoulder forever ’.” He laughed softly. “That’s right. Always my independent big girl, even at five.” He wiggled a finger in the air. “I knew, a father knows. You would grow up and run my company someday and you proved me right.” She shook her head. “I didn’t get to run your company.” All the years she had devoted to someday taking over his company were now wasted. Those were years she could have devoted to a marriage…maybe even children. “Oh, but given another two to three years, you would have put me out to pasture, made me retire.” “You’re being silly.” “No, you wouldn’t have made me. I would have left on my own. I was actually looking forward to retiring.” “I never pictured you retired. I thought you would work until the day you…” She stopped and snapped her mouth shut. She wouldn’t say the word. “Oh, I dreamed of retiring with nothing to do but spoil grandchildren.” He stopped to sigh. “I always wanted grandchildren. So many that I’d trip over them.” “Fight this. I’ll give you plenty of them. I promise.” She hiccupped as she cried. The tears streamed faster than she could wipe them away. “Daddy… please . Hang on. Maybe…maybe once we get to wherever they’re taking us, we can get you medicine or help.” “Listen, I don’t know what these things have planned for us. But I don’t think they’ve gone through all this trouble of invading Earth and taking us away just to kill us.” “I don’t know either but I know I’m not going on without you.” “I hate to leave you all alone, sweetie,” he whispered. “I really do.” She shook her head. “Then don’t.” He couldn’t leave her alone. Not here… not now. She expected him to say something, anything, but instead the air around her became still. Her breathing was the only sound she could hear over her thumping heart. She grasped her father ’s still hand, feeling for any sign of life. No movement. She brought his lifeless hand up and clenched it to her chest. “Daddy,” she pleaded. The man from the pallet next to his rolled over. He placed a finger on her father ’s neck, feeling for a pulse. After a few seconds he pulled away. “I’m sorry, Jessica,” he said. “You’re alone like me.” Her body shook as she rocked frantically. This couldn’t be possible. “Please don’t leave me here alone, please, Daddy. I was wrong. I’ll always need you to watch over my shoulder.” Chapter One Taken: Year Five   Jess stepped off the transporter and right into the bustle of alien activity around her. What kind of fresh holy hell did I come to? Alien races, some of which she recognized, others she didn’t, streamed up and down the walkways, coming and going. Transporters of various sizes occupied every available space of the four long rows of docking stations. She and JB had waited half the day just to get a spot in line for landing. From what she could see, the Sonis palace had a slew of visitors. She could have easily retreated back into the confines of secured safety. But to do so would be an open admission of fear and weakness. The days of being scared of every alien who came her way were long over. Jess took a long breath, filling her lungs with so much air her chest puffed out. It burned as she held it there while a group of Zarcarians, blue aliens with small, seemingly vacant slits for eyes, meandered by her, deep in conversation. Their white hair was cropped just above where their ears should have been. Silver robes covered their tall, lanky frames and brushed the ground as they walked. Although she couldn’t make out the hushed whispers that came from mouths devoid of lips, she still stood rigid, prepared to fight if needed. She didn’t relax even after they finally moved past her and away. Stay calm. Deep breaths. In, out, in, out. JB rustled from behind her at the transporter ’s door. She didn’t startle as he held on to her waist and pushed her gently to the right, out of his way. He exited and stood by her side. Neither concern nor apprehension showed on his face as he raised his arms in the air and stretched. Standing six feet two, he was only two inches taller than her. “Whew, sweet Jesus. Look at all these people.” “They’re not people.” She scanned the transport bay. “They’re aliens and… things.” She cringed as she caught a pair of Rasdons emerging from a transporter. Their species resembled snarling dogs. They were taller than her and JB with black, coarse hair covering most of their bodies. Long snouts sat just above yellow fangs that hung out of their mouths. Their beastly black eyes darted from side to side, taking in everything around them. Their sexual tastes…ran to the obscene. She’d been the subject of their “affection” at the brothel more times than she could remember. To her, next to the Loconuist, Rasdons were what nightmares were made of. One of the Rasdons turned her way and ran a tongue over the tips of his fangs. At her hiss, JB followed her gaze. He straightened, prepared for a confrontation. “You know them?” She shook her head. “No.” She didn’t need to know them. She knew of them and it was all the same. “Don’t pay them any mind then,” JB said, relaxing. Right. Ignore the dogs. “What about them?” Jess nodded in the direction of two males who were golden in appearance and with more muscles than should be allowed on aliens. Each towered above eight feet tall. “They’ll be too hard to ignore.” The tribal tattoos covering one side of their faces, necks and exposed torsos indicated they were members of the Sonis Royal Guards. The jangos strapped to their backs and blasters clipped to their hips indicated they were dangerous. Their pants were so tight every muscle was visible in their legs as they walked. She grabbed hold of her own blaster, which she kept strapped tightly to her thigh. Her heart sped up. The erratic beat sent blood rushing through her veins, drowning out the other sounds of the room. Against her will, she took a step back, almost falling into the transporter. JB gripped her arm firmly, stabilizing her. “Whoa, take it easy. They’re not coming this way. You’re safe.” She closed her eyes and took the breath that had begun to burn in her chest. Safe. She shook off his arm. Nothing against JB but everyone would have seen her stumble back. They didn’t need to see her requiring help as well. “Give me a sec.” She stood in place and listened as the commotion continued around her. Nearby there was an argument regarding decorations and a conversation about the royal transporter. There wasn’t talk about slaves, brothels or whores. Sonis was supposed to be her new home. She couldn’t panic every time she came near aliens, especially royal guards. Hell, Sonis was littered with them. Her main goal had been to avoid as many aliens as possible. Even while working on The Vengeance II , she’d chosen not to leave the vessel when they docked on alien worlds. Here, it looked like a freakin’ Alien United Nations. She had to get herself together and quickly. Otherwise she wouldn’t last out the week and going back to Laconia was not an option right now. She opened her eyes on the next breath. “Okay, I’m ready.” JB slapped her hard on the back, knocking her off balance. She found her footing and cut her eyes at him as he bit back a laugh. He shrugged nonchalantly. “See? Nothing to worry about. They probably thought you were a guy anyway.” He ran a playful hand across her short, spiky hair as she tried to duck out of his way. “But I guess you’re still going for that look, huh?” He of course was referring to her days as a runaway slave. The Loconuist had sold her to a brothel. In order to escape, she had cut off her curly locks and donned male clothing. Her height, chopped hair and the dirt she smeared across her face had gotten her waved through security. Once free, she hid on the first vessel she could break into— The Vengeance . That vessel happened to belong to a crew of wanted human pirates—JB, Ryan, Kyle, Eli and their captain Kane. She thanked God every night for guiding her to the five men who would become her only family. But right now her closest friend was getting on her nerves and was one breath away from getting gut-punched. She snarled and pushed JB’s hand out of the way. He chuckled. His boyish dimples were set deep in his cheeks. “I’ll take that as a yes.” It didn’t matter that he teased her about her appearance. Hell, everyone did. She wasn’t dainty like other women, nor did she want to be. The only reason she survived what she’d been through was because she was unbreakable. She had to be. There was no other choice. She straightened her shoulders. “When aliens look at me, I want them to see someone strong.” “Well if you ask me, the look you’re projecting is…” He scanned her from top to bottom. “Penis repellant.” She narrowed her eyes and took a step closer to him so only he could hear her words. “Don’t make me fuck you up right here in the transport bay,” she threatened. JB feigned surprise by opening his eyes wide and inhaling sharply. Exaggerating his efforts, he placed a hand on his chest. “Really, Jess? You’re going to pick a fight with me and on your first day on Sonis? Tsk, you’ll never keep a job at this rate.” “Whatever,” she mumbled. “Stop fucking with me.” She scanned the area again. “I want to make a good impression.” JB quirked a brow. “Let me get this straight. You are worried about a good first impression?” Jess frowned. “Of course.” “Since when?” he asked in disbelief. She cocked her head in thought. She had been stealing from Kane when she first met him. She had threatened to kill the guys when she first met them. She tried to strangle Sa’Mya when she met her… Oh yeah, she hadn’t been worried about making a good first impression in a while. JB laughed. “C’mon, let’s get going.” She shook her head. “No, Eva said she would meet us here.” Jess adjusted the knapsack on her back and held her other bag tight in her hand. All her belongings could fit into two small bags. A far cry from the condo filled with high-end clothes and shoes she’d had back on Earth. JB looked around the large docking area again. “I don’t see her here.” She shifted from one booted foot to the other. “Yeah, but—” JB swung his medium-sized duffle bag over his shoulder. “I’m going exploring. She’ll find us when she’s ready for us.” Without waiting for her response, he set out. She had two choices. She could stay in the transport bay by herself or she could leave with JB. He took two more long strides away from her before she rushed to his side. She grunted under her breath as she stepped in time with him, just as he’d expected her to. Asshole. She followed as he led the way through the exit. She made certain not to brush against any of the aliens they passed. “What if we get lost?” He turned, only to give her a wink. His blue eyes were alive with mischief. She figured that was the reason many females swooned around him, human and alien. “Then Eva will send someone to find us.” She couldn’t help but grunt. JB didn’t give a damn about anything. She would’ve thought being abducted from Earth, sold as a slave to a mining colony and then spending a year on the run would be enough to sober anyone’s attitude, but not his. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he didn’t have a care in the world. That’s if she didn’t know better. But as with the rest of their small band of misfits, JB had lost family and loved ones as well. “What’s the plan now?” she asked when they reached a large communal area. JB scanned the room of females and whistled low. “Trouble. The plan is to get into as much trouble as humanly possible.” Chapter Two   Rasha sprawled across his bed. His skin, naked as the day he was born, was misted with perspiration. His pillows now lay scattered across the floor. The calming melody he preferred played softly in the background. The erotic scents he had gotten from Aldori wafted through the air. Even with the lights dimmed in his room, he could make out what the two females were doing a mere arm’s length away. Marcie, his lover, was on her hands and knees. Her ample breasts swung pendulously under her as she lapped at his pre-cum. She kept her heavy-lidded gaze on him. Her tongue darted in and out and up and down his slit. Aisha, the caramel-skinned beauty, was on her knees behind Marcie, holding tight to Marcie’s creamy ass, holding her cheeks apart. Aisha’s face was hidden with only her eyes visible above Marcie’s round globes. Aisha flicked her gaze to him, slowly lifting away from Marcie’s pussy, trailing her tongue. “When are you going to fuck her, Rasha?” she purred. Marcie grunted and pushed her ass back to Aisha. “Yes, Rasha. When am I getting fucked?” She swiped her tongue across his heavy sac. “Soon enough,” he forced out. He flexed the muscles in his legs as Marcie pulled one side of his sac into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue. “Just like that,” he growled. Aisha smacked Marcie’s ass hard enough for the sound to bounce off the wall. “You are such a horny bitch.” Marcie released his sac. “Only for Rasha.” She pulled the other side into her mouth and hummed as she played with it. He bit his lower lip and clenched his fist in her hair. Aisha pouted, making her full lips appear that much more inviting. “What about me? Am I getting fucked too?” Marcie looked back to Aisha and wiggled her ass in her face. “You’re only here to please me and Rasha.” “Now, now, Marcie. There’s no reason we can’t all please each other,” he said. Marcie’s eyes flashed with fury before she caught her reaction and half-smiled. “You’re right. We can all,” she leaned down, placing kisses up the length of his cock, “please each other.” Satisfied that she wouldn’t get left out, Aisha dipped her head between Marcie’s cheeks again. The sounds of licking filled the room. Marcie’s lashes fluttered down as she engulfed his head. Rasha enjoyed both females but usually preferred to have them separately. When they were all together Marcie became more possessive than normal. Sometimes their threesomes ended up with him breaking up a fight. With the small spat diverted, he concentrated on what Marcie was doing with her tongue, lips and teeth. She was busy licking, kissing and lightly nipping his sensitive skin. His head rolled back. He arched. Craving to feel more of her sweet mouth on his shaft, he held Marcie’s head in place with a shaky hand. Marcie’s nails bit into the skin of his thigh. Her other hand gripped his thick base, squeezing. Spit pooled and dripped down the insides of his thighs. “Marcie,” he groaned. That only encouraged her to work faster, suck voraciously. Aisha scooped her arms under Marcie’s thighs, cradling her higher. She claimed Marcie’s pussy with furor. While Aisha lapped and moaned, her face pressed into Marcie’s ass, Marcie worked her way down his cock in pulsating movements. Every time Marcie brought her mouth up to his head, she squeezed her lips around his sensitive ridge, sending flashes of pleasure up his spine. “Aisha.” Aisha brought her head up, glistening from Marcie’s juices. “Yes, Rasha?” “It’s your turn,” he commanded. Marcie paused briefly. Her teeth dug into his flesh. With a hand, he pushed her mouth down to cover his cock. Aisha trailed her tongue from Marcie’s pussy to her ass one last time. Before Marcie could stop her, Aisha rounded her and crawled up the bed to his face. Within his grasp, Aisha slipped her hand between her legs. She parted her feminine lips and patted her fingers on her clit. “Is this what you want?” Aisha asked. Rasha instinctively licked his lips. “Come here,” he growled. Two of her fingers disappeared deep within her. “I’m making sure it’s wet for you.” “That’s my job.” Aisha cocked the side of her mouth. “To make me wet or to lick my pussy?” She stroked her pussy and then brought her wet fingers out and slid them across his lips. “Both,” he said. He let her fingers dip between his lips and licked them clean. “Do you want more?” Aisha asked. He responded with a light slap on her toned thigh. She didn’t waste time throwing a leg over his face. As she did, Marcie snapped at him again. He could only take so much. He grabbed her hair, stilling Marcie in place. “You don’t want to hurt it. Doing so would make the fun end before it begins,” he warned. Marcie ran her nails painfully across his thighs. “No worries. I have something that will calm and soothe all the hurt away.” “Then what are you waiting for?” he asked. As Marcie sank to her knees and positioned herself over his cock, Aisha lowered her pussy over his face. Aisha’s sensual aroma filled his senses. Her coarse hairs prickled his nose. “Umm.” Rasha grabbed Aisha by her tight ass and pulled her closer. Without hesitation, his tongue lapped at the liquid that gathered at her feminine lips. Her pussy pumped across his mouth. Aisha moaned loudly. Her legs squeezed around his face, quivering. She leaned over and grabbed the headrest for support. Rasha probed, using his tongue deep and hard, smothering himself in her pussy. Marcie lowered onto his cock. His sac tightened as her pussy clenched him. She couldn’t take him down to the hilt but she lowered enough to cover him with her slick juices. Her pussy grabbed and released his shaft. He kicked his legs out, fully enjoying his favorite thing—pussy, one covering his face and one on his cock. “I love pussy,” he said, sure his words came out muffled. Marcie slapped Aisha’s ass, causing it to wobble on his chin. “Make her come, Rasha.” “Oh yes!” Aisha cried. She entangled her hands through his hair and bucked sporadically against his face. With one hand, he gripped Marcie’s waist. He tightened his hold and pumped, impaling her with his cock. She needed release, he could feel it building. He wrapped the other arm around Aisha’s thigh, holding her close as she fucked his tongue, bringing herself over the edge. “Rasha!” Aisha convulsed and shuddered. Her pussy erupted and covered his tongue…his lips…his chin. Aisha contracted and writhed as the last wave crashed around her. Rasha pulled her tighter to him, drinking the last of her feminine juice, not wanting to waste a drop. Marcie plucked his hand off Aisha. Once Aisha was free from his hold, Marcie pushed her to the side. “You’ve had your fun.” Although Marcie’s voice remained sultry, her expression promised Aisha harm. Aisha grunted and, not ready for a fight, rolled off him. Marcie leaned forward and spread herself possessively across his chest. She cradled his head between her arms. “Did you like that, baby?” She kissed and licked his lips. He closed his eyes. He despised when she called him baby. He’d told her more than once. Warriors were not babies. “We can do this as much as you want.” Marcie rotated her pussy on him. “I know.” She narrowed her eyes. He didn’t feel guilty for stating the truth. He could have as many females as he wanted. He wasn’t bonded to Marcie or anyone else. Marcie covered his mouth with hers. Her tongue delved deep, tangling with his. He palmed her ass and thrusts his hips up. Marcie threw back her head and groaned. Aisha lay on her side, rubbing her slickened pussy. “I think she likes it like that, Rasha.” “Do you want more?” he asked Marcie. “Yes.” He rolled her over to her back. She splayed her legs wide. Aisha moved to her side. There, Aisha held Marcie’s legs back as he hovered over her. Marcie scratched down his torso. “Rasha, don’t make me wait any longer. You know this drives me crazy.” There was one thing Marcie wasn’t—patient. After all, she had been waiting to bed him since the rising suns. Impatiently, she’d followed him around for most of the morning. He’d teased her by whispering in her ear what he would do to her. How he would use her body whenever he got the chance. Before leaving for the training field, he had pressed her against the wall and told her to bring a friend. He’d promised to make them both come all over his cock. When he returned home, he wasn’t surprised to find Marcie and Aisha eagerly waiting by his door. “You’ve been waiting for me to take you, haven’t you?” he teased. Her fingernails grazed across his cock. “Oh yes,” she whimpered. He smirked at her response. His throbbing head pressed against her hot, wet opening, where he lingered. She palmed her breasts. “Don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged. He sucked in a breath, biting back the urge to plunge. “Some things are worth the wait.” He used all the willpower he had and pressed forward just enough to breach her opening. Her eyes rolled up and her eyelids fluttered closed. “Ahh! Yes!” Her head rolled from side to side and her mouth opened wide in a soundless plea. Her tight sheath clutched his swollen head in a moistened grasp. Aisha pulled Marcie’s nipple into her mouth. She licked and nipped at the erect bud. Marcie grabbed Aisha’s head and held it in place. “Oh Aisha.” Unable to resist the urge anymore, he plunged full force. Marcie’s scream echoed through his bedroom. There was nothing better than having her slick walls grip and massage him. She couldn’t take him all but he pressed farther than he’d ever gone before. Her nails dug into his back as he pulled out slowly. He guessed by the small tickle of liquid trickling that she’d pierced his skin again. With a thunderous groan he thrust harder, rocking her ass off the bed. Her face contorted. “Yes! Harder!” Her legs shook within Aisha’s grasp. And he was about to give it to her. He stilled within her, enjoying the way her pussy tightened and convulsed around his thickened cock. As her walls adjusted to his size, he rocked against her. Her cries of pleasure filled his room like the sweetest song ever played. He plunged into her again, pushing her body deep into the bed. He thrust harder, grinding against her hips. “Rasha, yes! Make me feel it, every fucking inch.” “Do you think you can take all of me?” he teased. “Make me! Please make me, baby.” Would she ever be able to take all of him? No, but he loved trying. Beep, beep. He ignored his intercom and plunged again. Marcie’s legs quivered and began to slip from his waist. He cupped her breasts and squeezed. The sounds of slick flesh against flesh reverberated throughout his room. Fat beads of sweat formed on his forehead and dripped from his face. Marcie grabbed his forearms, holding on to him as she yelled at the top of her lungs. Aisha struggled to hold Marcie’s quivering thighs. He resisted the urge to spill his seed before she came. He continued to fuck her just like she craved it. His bed creaked and groaned under his assault. More sweat rolled off his back and down his butt. Beep, beep. Finally, Marcie’s walls contracted around him. Slick heat coated his cock. Her sheath gripped and milked him to no end. His sac was so heavy and full he knew it was just a matter of time before he erupted. “Claim my pussy. It’s just for you, baby,” she moaned. Before it was too late, he pulled out and fisted his wet cock. Marcie reached out to him. “Please, Rasha,” she begged. “Come inside me.” Despite her plea, he erupted on her stomach. Spent, he dropped to his back between the women. “Maybe next time,” he said, breathing heavy. He closed his eyes and threw a hand over his face. “Am I invited to the next round?” Aisha asked, running a playful finger around his nipples. He turned to her. “I’d love for you to—” Marcie rolled over him and squeezed between him and Aisha. “Thank you, Aisha, for coming through in a pinch,” Marcie said. “But you can leave now.” Aisha chuckled. “Sure thing, Mar, holler at me if you need a third again.” Aisha left the bed to retrieve her clothes. Rasha watched her as she bent to pick up her belongings from the floor. Her waist was perfectly trim, leading to a round ass. Catching his stare on her, Aisha mouthed, “Call me.” Watching the exchange, Marcie curled up to his side possessively. “Bye, Aisha,” Marcie said as Aisha headed for the door. Aisha winked at him, ignoring Marcie. “Anytime, Rasha.” Marcie growled as Aisha left. “I thought you enjoyed threesomes.” Marcie ran a lazy finger from his stomach to his chest, where she began circling though his hairs. “I’m sorry. I’m just upset that you didn’t come inside me.” Beep, beep. He kissed the top of her head. “I know.” He didn’t know why he didn’t spill his seed within her. The human females were more than willing and able to bear Sonian children and Marcie was no different. She had arrived three lunar rotations prior and had immediately taken to him. But after witnessing his mother and father ’s loveless bond, he envisioned something different for himself or nothing at all. “I’d make a perfect mother.” “I have no doubts about that.” “I’d also make a perfect mate.” Beep, beep. “I need to answer my line,” he said, not wanting to revisit a conversation they had on a daily basis. “I thought you were off duty for the rest of the day.” He grunted. “I’m sorry,” she said. “You don’t have to go to work to get away from me. Don’t answer it. I won’t bring up babies or bonding anymore.” “What will we do if we’re not talking about those things?” he asked with a smirk. With a smile across her lips, she straddled him. Her hair fell over her shoulders to the peaks of her breasts. “If it means I can have you to myself, we won’t talk at all.” He grasped her breast and massaged the heavy weight. “Then I’m all yours until the new rising suns.” “Good.” She leaned down and licked his nipple. “Because I plan to do wicked things to this beautiful body.” His cock twitched underneath her, anticipating what Marcie could do. Would do. “ Communication systems override. ” His head popped up when he heard his computer system’s voice. Only he and the royals had the ability to override a do not disturb signal on a personal intercom system. Taio, the King of Sonis, was currently off-world and Josanis, his son, was too young to talk. That left Eva, Taio’s human wife. He let his head hit the pillow and closed his eyes. “Rasha, I know you’re in there. Sorry to bother you but I need a favor.” Eva. Rasha groaned and rose to his elbows. Marcie gripped his arms and locked her knees around his waist. “No, no, no,” she pleaded. “This’ll be quick,” he assured her. Pouting, she released him. “ Intercom on ,” he said louder for the computer system that controlled his apartment. “Eva, I’m in the middle of something. Ankon is on duty right now. Call him, I’m sure he’d be happy to take care of anything pressing.” “I wouldn’t interrupt you for regular palace business, Rasha. Please, this is really important to me. You’re the only person I trust to handle it.” “Really? Where is Ship?” he asked, referring to the invisible entity that lived within electricity and was old as time. Ship served as Eva’s friend, confidant and father figure. “This is something Ship can’t do.” If Ship couldn’t do it then it must be a physical task. Everyone knew she relied on Ship just as much as she relied on Taio. He let out a painful breath and fought against the urge to drive his cock fast and hard in the sheath dripping over him. Sensing his need, Marcie rotated against him. Her slickness covered him. He bit his lower lip. “Rasha? You still there?” Eva asked. He cleared his throat. “I have a guest in my apartment. If this is a sensitive matter I will need to clear her out.” Marcie mouthed no and put her hands on her ears. “It’s nothing top secret. Your new personal assistant is here.” He sighed loudly. He’d fired the three personal assistants Eva paired him with. They just hadn’t worked out for him. He’d already told Eva and Taio he didn’t want or need another but Eva insisted this new human would work out perfectly. “Please. Remember you said you would give this a chance. At least try it out for me,” she said. “Fine,” he ground out. Marcie let go of her ears and played with his hardening cock. “New assistant, here now. Got it. Call me when it’s time to fire her. Intercom off .” He grasped Marcie’s waist to lower her on his shaft once again. “Rasha! I’m not done,” Eva yelled. “Great Ancients!” he bit out. He paused and Marcie whimpered. “Just ignore her,” Marcie whispered. “I can’t, she’s our queen,” he chastised. “ Intercom on. Yes?” “I’m in the infirmary and I can’t get away right now. Honestly, I thought it would take them longer to get clearance to land since incoming traffic is backed up with the arrival of decorations for Saia’s engagement party. I need you to meet them in the transport bay. Can you do that for me, please?” “Yes.” Them? “Wait. Who are they ? You didn’t get me two assistants, did you?” “No. Jess and JB. Jess is your new assistant and JB is her companion who’s dropping her off.” “Fine.” He didn’t see any way around this. “Oh and Rasha?” “Yes, Eva?” “Don’t let her know she’s going to be working for you. I’m going to let her get settled in first. Okay?” “She doesn’t know she’ll be my new assistant?” “Umm, she knows, but it’s, umm…complicated. I want her to get used to life here before she goes to work. I want to give her a vacation first.” Vacation. Eva and her funny human ways. He’d never get used to them. Who needed time off from what they loved to do most? “Sure, vacation. Intercom off ,” he said, dismissing the thought. Marcie growled and rolled off him. “Be quick, we have unfinished business.” Chapter Three   Sonis females were dotted among human females. Just as the males, the Sonian females were golden toned with dark hair and various colored highlights. They were humanoid in appearance. Their facial features were exotic and dainty. Their eye color ranged from green to purple. In a word, they were beautiful. Of course they all look like exotic models. Jess inwardly groaned. She couldn’t compete against the human females on Sonis, let alone the native ones. She caught the thought before it could develop into something else. I’m not here for a boyfriend, family or kids , she thought, reminding herself of her purpose on Sonis. Her real purpose. She needed a fresh start, just like all the other humans here. A new job and new surroundings were the first steps to regaining some of the normalcy she’d lost during the invasion. “Do you see Eva anywhere?” she asked. JB gazed around the room. “Nuh uh.” While she and JB weren’t the only humans in the communal area, everything about them screamed “new humans”. Even though they wore the insignia of the largest transport company in the charted galaxy, Mercanis Shipping and Hauling, Jess still thought they looked out of place. JB was the only human male in the room and she was the only female not wearing a long, flowing gown. “Excuse me.” They both moved out the way as a human woman walked past them. “Pardon us, ma’am,” JB replied, nodding. With JB’s grin larger than normal, Jess had the urge to punch him in his chest. Hard. The redheaded woman licked her lips seductively, slowing her steps. When JB gave her a playful wink, she giggled. Jess punched him in the arm. “Snap out of it, playboy. I didn’t follow you to watch you flirt.” Finally peeling his gaze away, JB rocked back on his heels. “I think I might stay here awhile.” He whistled low. “Yep, just might stay here.” He locked on to another woman gathering two small boxes of supplies. Jess released her bag, letting it hit the ground in a heavy thump. “I can’t believe this shit. I knew I should’ve asked Ryan to bring me here instead of you.” “Ryan’s got six more hauls before he makes his way back to this sector,” JB said as a matter of fact. The thought of staying any longer than necessary under Sa’Mya’s roof made Jess growl. “Fuck that.” “ And that’s exactly why I’m escorting you,” JB reminded her. It wasn’t news to anyone that Jess didn’t get along with the bitch queen also known as Sa’Mya. They tolerated one another at best. Jess only tolerated Sa’Mya because Kane loved her. As space pirates, Kane, JB, Jess and the rest of the crew had not only liberated the unsuspecting of their goods, but had taken hostages as well. Their last group of hostages had been Sa’Mya and her small crew. Kane had intended to ransom them back to Laconia, their home planet. But somewhere along the way, Kane and Sa’Mya fell in love. Also somewhere along the way, Jess voted to kill Sa’Mya and her crew and had tried to complete the task herself. Their relationship had never recovered from that. But the same way Jess felt about Sa’Mya, she was sure Sa’Mya felt tenfold about her. Sa’Mya had tolerated her because whether he was admitting it today or not, Kane considered Jess a part of his crew and therefore a part of his family. He’d even forgiven her for being insubordinate and contacting Sa’Mya’s uncle to ransom her home. Since he’d forgiven her for that, Jess was sure he was a friend for life. She still didn’t want to test their bond and especially not with anything that had to do with Sa’Mya. “You know you didn’t have to leave Laconia, don’t you?” JB asked, interrupting her thoughts. True. When Sa’Mya invited the crew to settle on Laconia, Jess had been surprised to find the invitation also extended to her. Jess shrugged. “I know. I just wanted to try something new and Eva’s offer seemed like a good idea.” Jess hadn’t taken much convincing. Eva had promised her a new home where she could feel safe and protected. Jess didn’t know why she had taken Eva up on her offer. Truth be told, she had been safe and protected on Laconia. It might have been the out-of-place feeling she had on Laconia. Even though Sa’Mya and Kane had given her a home, she feared her presence put a strain on their relationship. She had chosen to spend as much time as she could off-world and on board The Vengeance II with Ryan and the rest of the crew. But lately even that was wearing thin on her nerves. “Kane didn’t want you to leave. He thought you needed more time with the healers.” “They’ve cured me!” she said jokingly. “Look at me now, surrounded by aliens and I’m not flipping out. It’s a miracle, Pa!” Although she joked, she had made progress with the healers, hence the only reason she was able to stand in a roomful of aliens without having a full-on panic attack. Especially since a group of Sonis Royal Guards entered the room, seeming to search for something…or someone. The guards turned their way and pointed. There was no mistaking it this time. The guards were coming for them and didn’t appear too happy about it either. Jess tensed, locked her jaw and balled her fists. JB moved to her side, partially blocking her view. The group of three overly large males stopped in front of them. “JB and Jess?” The bass tones of the speaker ’s voice resonated in her chest. JB hooked his thumbs in his pants. “Depends on who’s asking.” The guards exchanged surprised glances and the speaker widened his stance. “Rasha, Captain of the Sonis Royal Guard.” He folded his thick arms across his chest and stared down at JB. The way he stood, his movements, his speech, all spoke of leadership. He was big, bigger than the others. His muscles bulged and glistened. All the hours he must have spent perfecting that body… A moan escaped her lips. Shit. Did I just moan out loud? Her heart skipped a beat as eyes of pure amber locked on hers. “It is you.” A nerve ticked in her jaw. She squinted. I don’t remember him from the brothel. “Asshole,” she said under her breath. He was probably one of them just the same. “Do you have something to say?” the giant asked. Of course she had something to say. She cocked her head to the side. “Lay off the free weights, Gigantor.” JB nudged her but she couldn’t stop there. “Or stop the prison-themed workouts.” Why couldn’t she stop? Insults spilled from her mouth at will, especially when she felt threatened, which was now. Before the giant could respond, JB interjected. “Please excuse my ward. What can we do for you?” Jess snorted at JB’s use of the word “ward”. As if he actually had some control over her actions. Hell, she couldn’t even control them. The giant continued to watch her as he said, “I was sent to retrieve you both from the transport bay.” “Oh.” JB ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry about that. Eva didn’t meet us there so we tried to make our own way.” The giant broke eye contact with her and studied JB. “I am sure Eva gave you clear instructions to wait.” As if we’re in the habit of following directions. Jess rolled her eyes. “ Pft. ” The giant glared at her again. “Female, if I want to hear you talk I will ask you a question.” She straightened her back. Well now, this might get interesting. JB grabbed her arm, tightening his grip. “Jess, cool it before you get us jumped,” he warned. Yeah, she would cool it all right. It wasn’t her fault Gigantor hadn’t met them sooner. The giant nodded in her direction. “I advise you to keep your female in her place,” he said, addressing JB. Really. “Keep me in place?” Jess sidestepped around JB. “What makes you think he can?” She thumbed toward JB. “Or that I’m even his to keep in place?” “I swear your mouth is going to get us killed one day.” JB moved in front of her and pressed his back against her chest. “Jess, I can maybe survive a fight with one, but not three,” he whispered over his shoulder. She should have been afraid. If she were a rational woman she would have cowered behind JB. But she wasn’t. Instead, a raging river of blood rushed through her ears. She’d dealt with many alien males before. But she’d never had to go up against the famous Sonis Royal Guards. Until now. All reason aside, she stretched her neck from left to right, cracking the bones. “I’m sure they bleed just the same,” she assured JB. As Gigantor chuckled, she snapped to glare at him. She and JB would have to work together to take that one down. Pretty eyes and all. She shook head. What the hell? He appeared older than the other males flanking him. His black hair was pulled off his face, revealing a tribal tattoo that showed the tip of a light-blue-and-indigo wing covering his cheek and extending down his neck and chest, where, displayed proudly, was a vivid bird of prey in flight with outstretched talons. “God, please let us survive this,” JB prayed. One of the guards stepped forward. Gigantor put out a hand, stopping him from advancing any farther. “The female is mine.” So he likes to beat up on women? She reached for her blaster. Her hand circled around the hilt, ready to use it in the blink of an eye. “It seems Gigantor wants to wrestle,” she said loud enough for the guards to hear. Gigantor raised a lazy brow. “Wrestle? Is that what you call it?” “Cool it. Stop provoking them,” JB said. Jess clenched her jaw. “I’m not provoking them.” No. Provoking him would be telling him he reminded her of a living and breathing Jolly Green Giant. The same one that used to be pictured on canned vegetables back on Earth. Except he was golden instead of green and a lot less jolly. “Ho, ho, ho, green giant,” she mumbled. JB elbowed her in her side. “How curious,” Gigantor said. “You are in no position to win a fight yet you will not stand down.” “Hey, look.” JB put up his hands. “We didn’t come here for a fight. I think we might have jumped the gun.” “Eva invited you to Sonis as guests. No matter how curious I find you, if you pose a threat it is I who will make you leave.” “We understand. You won’t have any trouble out of us,” JB said. “Any more trouble,” Gigantor added. JB nodded. “Sorry for any inconvenience we might have caused. We wanted to explore a bit.” JB advanced forward and offered his hand. “Please accept our apology.” The giant briefly looked at JB’s hand and gave him what appeared to be an awkward handshake. JB released his hand and motioned in her direction. “This lovely lady is Jessica. She came here to work.” “JB, you motherfucker.” She quickly, stepped around JB. “Call me Jess.” She didn’t offer Gigantor her hand, nor did he request it. Instead he stared at her intently and nodded. “If either of you are to remain, you will never provoke a guard again. Is that understood?” JB nodded while she remained still. When Rasha locked eyes with her and JB elbowed her again, she finally relented and nodded. Rasha turned on his heels. “You are to follow me,” he said over his shoulder. “Sure,” JB said. “Call me Jessica again and I’ll break your arms,” she said to JB. He snorted as they followed the retreating pack. She didn’t find anything funny. Jessica Moore was somebody who had died a long time ago. Jess was just a shell of the woman she had once been. They followed in silence. It wasn’t long before she spotted Eva rushing toward them. Eva stood just above five feet tall and probably didn’t weigh much more than a hundred pounds, which made her and Taio an odd-looking pair. Taio was about the same size as the giant escorting them. Eva’s long jet-black hair was in a braid down her back. She was the first female they’d encountered wearing pants but Jess hadn’t expected anything else on Eva. Josanis, her chunky son, dangled on her hip. He had his parents’ black hair but had one blue eye, inherited from Eva, and the other was lavender, which he had inherited from his father. “Thank you, Rasha, I’ll take it from here,” Eva said after reaching them. Rasha glanced from Eva to Jess. “I think I’ll claim my—” “Rasha…” Eva said through clenched teeth. Chapter Four   Rasha stood his ground. “I want to stay.” Eva shook her head and repositioned Josanis on her hip. “Um…no, we already talked about this, remember?” Rasha glanced from Eva to Jess. “But…” Eva waited for Rasha to continue. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Eva said, “Thank you but I’ve got this.” “They were posturing to fight us,” Rasha blurted. “It might not be safe for you and Josanis to stay with them alone.” And he had to bring that up. Jess pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Rasha saying it out loud and in front of Eva seemed so…so bad. Eva cocked her head at Jess and JB. Both she and JB cowered slightly. “Really? Trying to go up against royal guards? Neither of you has any sense of self-preservation, do you?” “I assure you it was a small misunderstanding,” JB said. “We did apologize.” Eva rolled her eyes. “ Jesus. Not even a full day,” she said to herself. “I want—” Rasha said. Eva put up a hand. “Rasha, I’ve told you I’ve got it from here. If they get testy again I’ll fuck them up myself.” Jess shrank under Eva’s piercing stare. How could Eva assume she was the culprit? After all, JB did start it. Plus, didn’t Rasha know the cardinal rule of snitching? Snitches get stitches. She narrowed her gaze on Rasha. She’d have to teach him that saying. Maybe while they were alone. She could catch him in a darkened corridor… from behind…with a rock. “Then when?” Rasha asked. Then when what? Punish them? Throw them in the dungeon? Jess watched the exchange warily. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. That motherfucker. Jess moved to JB’s side and grabbed the back of his shirt, holding on to it with a firm grip. “It’s all good,” he said, trying to put her at ease. Eva stepped between Jess and Rasha. Her short stature did nothing to block Jess’ view of him. “Leave, Rasha. After I show them to their apartments, I’ll take them to the security center for registration.” “For registration?” Rasha asked, confused. “Yes,” Eva said, stretching her lips into what looked like a painful smile. “If that is a command then it will have to suffice.” “It’s a command,” Eva said through clenched teeth. Rasha hesitated before he nodded and turned on his heels. It seemed Jess was the only one to notice that he glanced back twice before finally rounding a corner. Eva let out a heavy breath. “You’ll have to excuse Rasha. He does take his duties very seriously. Everyone who visits Sonis for the first time has to be registered with security.” JB pried Jess’ fingers from the back of his pants. “That’s totally understandable,” he said. “But getting back to your actions. Tsk, I can’t believe you two,” Eva said warmly. Eva extended a bronzed arm to JB. While the inhabitants of Sonis were golden in appearance, Eva had the perfect tan. No doubt attributed to the amount of time she spent training outdoors under Sonis’ two suns. JB opened his arms to receive her embrace. “I’m sorry, Eva. I’ll take the blame. Jess wanted to wait for you but I got antsy and wanted to take a peek around.” Jess cleared her throat. “No, it was me too. I guess my temper…” Eva released JB and smiled her way. “Apologies accepted. I’m happy you came, Jess, temper and all.” As Eva held out an arm, Jess instantly stiffened. For being so little, Eva sure was strong. She grabbed Jess and hugged her tight. It wasn’t long before Jess finally relaxed in Eva’s hold. Eva pulled back and grinned up at her. She was beautiful. No wonder Taio had made her his queen. “Despite that little mishap, you’ll love it here, I promise.” I sure hope so. “Thank you for inviting me.” Jess shifted on her feet. “I guess we screwed things up.” Eva waved a hand through the air. “Oh, don’t worry about Rasha or the other guards. Sonis guards are always looking for a fight.” Eva winked at her. “You should fit right in.” “They weren’t at fault. If we would have waited as instructed, none of this would have happened,” JB said. “No worries. I’m just sorry I couldn’t meet you. I was working in the infirmary and couldn’t get away until now.” “Infirmary? Sonis has a high-tech medical center, doesn’t it?” JB asked. “Yeah, but once a nurse always a nurse.” Eva turned to Jess. “Come on, let’s go see your new home.” New home. She put a hand on her stomach to help control the acrobatic movements that had begun there. Could she call Sonis her home? Eva led the away. The child on her hip wrapped a hand around her braid. “Did Rasha give you a tour?” she asked. “No,” Jess replied. Eva shook her head. “Figures.” They made their way through a palace that rivaled Sa’Mya’s. Eva pointed out various rooms and introduced them to everyone they passed, human and alien alike. After spotting a group of women, Eva stopped abruptly. “Mecca!” Eva said, calling to an African-American woman who was talking to three other women. “Here, hold Josanis.” She turned to Jess and before she could be stopped, held the baby to her. Jess took a giant step back and shook her head. “I don’t do babies.” Eva continued to dangle the baby in front of her. As he grinned, drool dripped from his mouth. Eva laughed. “He doesn’t bite,” she said, still dangling the baby, not accepting no as an answer. “Anything that has teeth bites,” Jess replied, disgusted. Eva pushed the baby into her hands. “Here, he won’t break. I’ll be right back.” Jess found out why Eva had placed Josanis on her hip. He weighed a ton. She jutted out a hip and set the baby there, mimicking how she had seen Eva hold him. “If you drop him, you can expect Eva to renege on her offer to let you live here,” JB said. Jess rolled her eyes and motioned forward, pretending she would give the hefty child to him. “You take him then.” JB maneuvered out of the way, flailing his hands in front of him. “No. Way.” He laughed heartily. “Man, what I wouldn’t give for a camera right now. The guys won’t believe this in a million years.” Jess peered at him. “Don’t give me a reason to kill you.” She turned her attention to Eva speaking animatedly to the small group of women. “Besides, it’ll only piss Kane off. He’s quite fond of you.” As promised, after speaking with the women, Eva returned. “I’m sorry. Mecca was a wedding planner back on Earth. She’s helping us get ready for the engagement party.” Eva retrieved her baby and motioned for them to follow her as they continued their tour. Jess’ arms and hip immediately felt relieved. “Engagement party?” Jess asked. “For Taio’s little…well, she isn’t exactly little. But for Taio’s younger sister Saia.” “Oh,” Jess said. She followed Eva as she chatted about the decorations and plans for the party. JB pretty much ignored them both but flirted at every female they passed. Eva lifted a curious brow at JB. “JB, you do know the human females are here to bond with the Sonis males, don’t you?” “Um…it might have been mentioned before.” “Didn’t you rescue them from slavers and brothels?” Jess asked. “Mostly slavers. We only have a handful of women from the brothels. Many of them have been sterilized and Taio didn’t deem them as suitable mates.” Sterilized. Not suitable mates. The memory of the brothel owner ’s cackling laughter assaulted her. He couldn’t even wait for the drugs to wear out of her system before he gleefully told her she could no longer have children. Jess stumbled over her footing. Eva stopped and rushed to her side. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…” Jess’ legs shook and wobbled with each step she tried to take. “It’s okay.” Her lips quivered as she spoke. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t put me there.” “Jess, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have said that…” It wasn’t a secret that most of the females in the brothels were sterilized, if they were lucky. Brothel owners didn’t want to take care of offspring or lose profits from females dying trying to give birth to hybrid species. Her head throbbed out of control. “Really, I’m fine,” she mumbled, ignoring the whispers between Eva and JB. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” “Understood,” Eva replied. JB grabbed for her hand, holding it as Eva continued on. Eva kept looking over her shoulder with guilt and concern written across her face. “The people of Drazlan have a pretty low birthrate,” Eva said. “Drazlan?” JB asked. “Drazlan is the home planet. You can see it on the horizon. Almost everyone on Sonis originally came from there. They’ve only settled on Sonis in the past thirty cycles.” Eva rounded a corner and led them down an empty corridor. “Not only were they having a hard time breeding amongst each other, but they’ve never had a successful pairing that produced offspring with any other species. Until now. We’re hoping to see a jump in the birthrate. Everyone is excited about it.” “Great. At least humans are in high demand somewhere for something other than slavery,” JB said. “And that’s exactly why you need to keep your hands to yourself and your dick in your pants while you’re here,” Eva replied. Every woman here was a potential baby mama. Because of an unknown problem, the birthrate for Sonians had decreased steadily for generations. Coupled with the fact they had been unsuccessful with interspecies breeding, the Sonians had a real problem on their hands. Enter human females. Only after Taio had gotten Eva pregnant, the first human female the Sonians had come across, had they finally found a solution. Humans and Sonians were compatible. Every human woman on Sonis was considered a prime prize. “You might be asking for too much,” Jess interjected. “I’m not asking him to give up his flirting ways. He just has to keep his hands off.” Eva stopped in front of a plain white, nondescript door. “We’re here.” She beamed from ear to ear. “This is your apartment, Jess.” Jess stared at the door, not knowing what to do next. Eva stood by her side and talked her through the process of scanning her hand for security. After the door slid open, Eva entered first and motioned for Jess to follow her. Jess couldn’t budge. This was why she was on Sonis, right? New start. JB nudged her forward. He tried to suppress a smile as he leaned in to whisper, “Aren’t scared of a new start, are you?” Her lip curled up in disgust. The mere thought of admitting she was afraid of anything made her want to fight. “I’m not scared of shit.” JB chuckled and pushed her over the threshold. “That’s my girl.” After two steps in, Jess stumbled over her feet as she took in her surroundings. They were in…well…a regular-looking apartment. There was a small closet to the right and to the left was a full kitchen, including a breakfast nook. In front of them was a living room with a separate dining room off to the side. JB came from behind her. “What’s wro—” He stopped midsentence as he caught the same image as she had. Eva stood in front of them. One arm cradled Josanis while the other rested on her chest. A light sheen of mist formed in her eyes. “Do you like it?” Her voice was no more than a soft whisper. Jess’ gaze jumped from one object to another. Coffee table, couches, vases, flowers, dinette set… Raising her arms, she wrapped them around herself. JB placed a hand on her back and began to gently rub. Her sparse cabin on The Vengeance hadn’t held any personal belongings. Everything in it had been tacked down to the floor. Even on Laconia, her room had been filled with furnishings that had been foreign and alien to her. Finally, in a voice no louder than Eva’s, Jess said, “It reminds me of a regular apartment.” JB turned in a circle. “It’s remarkable, Eva. If I didn’t know any better I’d think we were in an apartment back on Earth.” “Thank you. That’s what I was hoping for. We have fifteen apartments in the palace that have more of an ‘Earth feel’. It’s been one of my pet projects with the architects. Well, apartments and houses.” Eva took a sweeping glance around the area. “I wanted everyone from Earth to feel comfortable here.” “You have regular houses too?” Jess asked. Thank you for visiting Ebook Store Please consider subscribing to our blog to receive special offers, bonus content, and info on new releases and other great reads, sign up for our newsletters. 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Mystery Writer Jordans Sex Sequel Prt 1&2 ( ReMastered) Chapters 1&2 Hello Again. I Am Remaking All the Jordan's Sex Sequel Books.   Chapter 1   It was a partly cloudy afternoon with a cool breeze that passes and goes, I was standing there, with my arms crossed waiting for him to come up the hill from his afternoon jog. The wind felt good blowing though my hair. I turned my head to look into the woods to admire its beauty in the afternoon sunset. I then heard a person calling my name in the distance. I turned my head back and there he was, with his wavy raven black hair, Green eyes, with a perfect golden-brown skin tone. His body was also amazing, with his rock-hard abs, broad shoulders, and not to forget his fat 10-inch cock. `Hey babe! ` he yelled. I smiled, and opened my arms for an incoming hug. “Hey Jake, how was the jog? “I asked with the most gorgeous smile. “It was awesome honey” he said. As I kissed him deep and passionately, he moved his hands down to my ass, and gave it a squeeze. I squealed in delight. “Okay I think that`s enough for today” he said with a grin. “Awhh” I said while hugging his waist. “Jacob”. “Yesssss?” he said rubbing his nose against mines. “Can we play a game before we go inside?” “Maybe, what is the game??” He asked lifting one eyebrow. “Tag” I said, giving him a devilish seductive grin. “Okay” he said. "Ready...get set...go!"   I twirled around and took off, all I saw was the trees were a blur and my path I was running through. I turned my head back to see how far he was behind me, I dint see anything behind me. So, I did an immediate stop. I looked around to see if I saw any sign of him, hiding anywhere, blending in with anything. But I saw nothing, no sound, no movement. “It`s too quiet and still”. I thought to myself. Then it came to me, I saw a blurry figure dashing towards me. “Holy shit!” I panicked. I turned back around and took off again. I stopped one more time and thought to myself `this is a perfect spot`.   When I turned around I saw his figure dashing towards me. Before I could pretend that I was going to run, he cornered me. “Looks like you caught me” “yep” he said moving closer to me. Moving myself closer I kissed him. I felt a slight breeze come across my stomach, with warm hands replacing it. He removed my shirt along with my bra. I heard him suck in some air as he cupped my 34C breast. He pinched my nipples gently, while kissing on my neck. He pinched my nipples harder and I let out a moan, then he stopped kissing my neck and started sucking on my nipple. I undid my pants and Slid off my laced thong. "Ooh fancy" he said. I chuckled to his silliness. I kneeled on to my knees and removed his belt then slid his pants down. His hard cock sprang free and bumped my upper lip. While my lip was already on it I kissed it, teasing him by licking the tip of his cock while twirling my tongue around his member until it was fully in my mouth. Moving my head back and forth sucking and licking his cock, I put more of his cock into my mouth until I was deep throating it, slurping and stroking him until I saw his knees give in a couple times. Jake`s animalistic moans and grunts were turning me on. Finding myself fingering my pussy. I took my mouth off his cock and started jerking him off. “Oooh Jordan...yea ahhh right there!” I chuckled to myself and wrapped my full lips back around his cock. Sucking his cock twice as fast as I was before, he put my hair in a messy ponytail and started to face fuck me.     “Oooh Jordan!” He let go of my hair and I took my mouth off his cock. I was in shock to see how fast he was jacking off; the first shot surprised me, it landed on my chest. Now aware of this I opened my mouth for the next one. After 6 shots, his cock went limp. I gave an Are-You-Fucking-Kidding-Me Look, and started jerking him off, And Sucking The Tip Of His Cock again. Feeling his cock Stiffen again and telling by the way his eyes had pure lust in them. I got up and told him to pick me up. He picked me up and walked to the nearest tree and started to pound my pussy. “Aah jake be gentle!!” He slowed his pace down."Mmmm yea like that" I rested my head back to admire him as he was enjoying my pussy as I was enjoying his Cock. He started to go a little faster and I got closer to my orgasm. “Ssss ahhh, fuck me faster baby”. He pumped faster and harder into me, his balls slapping against my ass. “Oooh fuck baby I’m finna cum!!”. That was all Jacob needed to hear to set him off. Pounding my pussy so hard that I was sure the tree would tip over.   After a Couple more thrusts I came to my orgasm and a couple seconds later he came deep into my pussy. "shit Jordan that was great" He said panting "Mmmm" I said also out of breath. Jacob had let me down, and we started to put our clothes back on. CLICK! I popped my head through my tank top with a WHAT-THE-FUCK look on my face. As I scanned the forest for any trace of movement, I saw a person, I couldn`t make out his face but I knew that smell from anywhere. It was my worst enemy since high school, Mark Robinson. I looked over to Jacob to see that he had the biggest grin on his face. “MARK, YOU FUCKER!!YOU WERE WATCHING US?!!?” Mark came over to us in just a blink of an eye. “Yea it was pretty hot” he said with a smirk playfully giving him some dab. He then turned his head to me, I dint noticed that I was giving him a look of disgust. I mean Mark was hot to, he had the most beautiful green eyes, with the prettiest smile. His hair was fiery Red, He had broad shoulders with nice abs. I dint have a clue on how big his cock was, but I had a pretty good guess on that bulge in his pants, maybe like 8 or 9 inches. “Hiya” he said reaching his hand out to shake mines. I looked up at Jake with an Are-You-Serious look on my face. “Jordan” he said with an edge to his voice. I said “hey” but refused to shake his hand. Looking away I said, “well while you guys are out here talking about manly things, I’m going to go take a bath.” “okay babe” he said wrapping his arm around my waist and kissed me square on my lips. I blushed a little because mark was staring right at us. Then I heard his voice inside my head. “I will see you tonight” I jerked my head back and saw mark staring at me with a grin on his face.     Chapter 2     As I hopped up through my window of our cozy Mansion that my Dad Built from the ground up as I was a child, I ran some bathwater. When I walked into the bathroom, I was warmly greeted by the steam that had built up in the bathroom. I breathed out in relaxation. I stepped into the tub biting my lip at the slight hotness. Ten minutes later I heard a knock on the door, “Come in’. It was Jacob, “can I use the shower?”. As I Stepped out the tub water running down my body and onto the floor, I grabbed a towel and Sat on the Toilet Seat as he ran the water and began to shower. I stared at his soap covered ass and his cock that was dangling between his legs. He heard me chuckle and turned his head and grinned at me. He looked up at the clock to see it was 3’oclock and said, “Dammit I’m late” and quickly hopped out the tub and ran into the bedroom. He came back into the bathroom in a matter of seconds. “Always using your powers to do stuff the easy way” I said, “It’s easier” he said. “Whatever Jake” I said rolling my eyes. “Bye, I`ll Be Back At 11” he said kissing me on my Forehead before dashing out the window down to his 2006 Camaro. Another Ten minutes passed since he left. Things got calm, and quiet. I was relaxing in the tub, until I felt a breeze. I thought it was the breeze outside since I had the window up. But I was wrong, I opened my eyes and saw mark standing there just staring at my slender legs and slight cleavage showing above the water. “What the hell are you doing in my house!!?” I screamed at him while covering myself. “told you that I`ll see you tonight” he said grinning. “get out my house mark” I warned him. He walked over to the tub and yanked me out the water. "What the fuck" I yelled trying to pull away from him. "Shut up you whore" He hissed in my ear. I whimpered and struggled as he was yanking me into the bed room and threw me down on the bed. " I been wanting for this for a long time Jordan, you were always Such a Tease." he said while pulling his clothes off. I just scooted back further away from him because of his fangs that just popped out. "Ah ah ah" he said while pulling be back towards him. I had just noticed how HUGE his cock was as I was looking down, a full 10 inches, Thick, And full Of Meat. He pinned me down and started caressing my breast. I let out a low moan. As he started pinching my nipples and sticking 2 fingers into my pussy. I felt his cock rubbing against my smooth stomach, I also felt bad about getting wet by his touch. I squirmed around biting my bottom lip. "Don`t fight it Jo" he said, and moved down to my clit. Spreading my pussy lips wide, he Sucked and flicked my clit with his tongue. I gasped as he started devouring my pussy sticking 2 fingers into it attempting to find my Gspot. "Please stop" I said gasping for air, He completely ignored me. Licking my pussy & sticking his tongue down into my pussy and wiggling it around, I had an orgasm. Licking his lips from my juices, he then tried to kiss me. Avoiding contact, he back handed me so hard I started seeing stars. He then was slapping his cock on my pussy. I Felt Disgusted "No please don’t do this to me" I said with a tear rolling down my cheek stinging where he hit me. "It`ll fit" He said. slowly moving his cock closer to my pussy. I was speechless. His cock was spreading my pussy lips wide, I got nervous at the slight pain that was happening. Once he was fully in, he grinned and started to pull out and rammed right back in. "shit!!" I screamed, as he ripped through my pussy. " Damn Your soo Tight” He grunted while caressing my breast. Pumping my pussy like it was no tomorrow, He Put My Legs On his Shoulders. As He penetrated My Pussy, Flicking My Clit with His Thumb. He then Stopped to Flip me over on my stomach, He rammed his cock back into my pussy For Lubrication. I tried to pull away from him but he just grabbed me by my hair and took his cock out my pussy and had it at the entrance of my ass. "Please no" I cried and squirmed. He pulled my hair and shoved his cock into my ass. I screamed like a girl off a scary movie. I tightened my ass so he couldn't move. He started to kiss my back, and stroke my sides. I still didn’t Relax because I didn’t want him to fuck my ass. I loosened up a bit, From Him Fingering My Pussy and Flicking My Clit and he started to slowly fuck my ass. "Stop Please" I whimpered. "I’m close Jordan" he said picking up speed. "please no" I said. Fucking my ass, he bit into my neck just as he came into my ass. " You Bitch" I said in a whisper stunned by his actions. He didn’t say nothing until he got through. When he was done, I fell onto the bed. "If you tell your husband about this I’ll make your life a living hell. I promise you Jordan" he said licking my neck from the extra blood that was dripping down. "I fucking hate you mark" I said Holding my Neck. "mmhm whatever" he said jumping out the window and disappearing into the Darkness. I was so soar I couldn't move yet. So, I waited 5 minutes and looked over to the clock it was 10:30pm. Dammit jakes going to be home in 30 minutes I thought. So, I jerked myself up, and made my way back to my bathroom and ran a Quick Shower to wash mark's smell off me. Channeling my Energy, The Water Slowly swirled around me Glowing, covering my whole Body, embracing me like a Mothers Hug. While I chanted to the heavens my Bruises and Bite Wounds Vanished like they were never there. When I got out I quickly put on a pair of boy shorts with a tank top and hopped in bed And Focused on Sleeping. I Was Out In 10 Mins. I was Awakened by Jacob shaking my shoulder telling me to scoot over.   Part 3`4 coming soon Publication Date: June 28th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-hyf0ce57a0e2595

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Monica A Vampire's Nest Being a Vampire's Love Toy! I know you will love it. So keep in mind to subscribe here for more stories like this: https://feedburner.google.com/fb/a/mailverify?uri=blogspot/fXQuj&loc=en_US And be sure to comment!!! If you don't, i will punish you! Into The Blood Nest Subscribe below for more The door to the employees’ entrance opened almost as soon as I made my first knock. A very large man who would look more at home in the state prison than a vampire bar scowled down at me. He didn’t look happy and neither did his receding hairline. “Who the fuck are you then” he spat with a posh British accent that didn’t suit him at all. “Um hi” I stammered, I hadn’t had time to prepare myself for this. I didn’t realise the evil vampires would have a security guard who would be so openly mean. “I’m Sascha...”The British Bear stared blankly at me; I took that as a sign to continue. “I’m Katie’s flatmate,” I elaborated trying to sound a whole lot braver than I felt at this moment. I was also a little sorry that I hadn’t taken Katie’s advice and worn high heels. My ballet flats made me barely five feet four inches and about two feet shorter than this Neanderthal. A look of recognition finally hit his face and he opened the door a little wider for me to enter. The Bear didn’t move an inch so I had to squeeze myself up against him just to get through. He smirked. I was glad someone was enjoying themselves. “That fucking Katie is going to cop it big time for this.” He snarled. I pivoted on my ballets flats and gave the beast my own snarl. “Hey, I thought the agreement was if I came and did her shifts for the next two nights there would be no problem.” “Pretty Katie made that deal with Lavinia, but I am sorry to say luv, that Lavinia is not here now, so you will have to make a new deal with Sebastian.” He laughed again, with definite evil undertones. I considered the fact that he had been around vampires too long and was now a tad nasty. “Fuck,” I exclaimed aloud, when I had intended to say it to myself. “That’s right luv, so you had best watch your lip when you go in to see the Master, or you just might not make it out again,” he warned me in a more serious tone than he had previously. Fuck, Fuck. Fuckity Fuck , I kept thinking over and over. How on earth can this be happening to me right now. I have to be a bridesmaid for my sister in June and if I die, she will be so pissed with me. I had of course heard rumours of the Master – a real cruel bastard according to what Katie had heard. A friend told her that once a waiter served him Russian vodka instead of Swedish and he snapped the poor guy’s neck in front of a whole crowded bar. Of course, that sounds completely ridiculous, I mean all vodka tastes the same doesn’t it, just different labels. I was starting to question how much I loved Katie, my best friend in the world, and whether I would miss her if she were suddenly dead. No one messes with vamps, well not more than once anyway. Okay, I decided I didn’t want her dead, but I am damn pissed that she has put me in this situation right now, even if it isn’t her fault. The Bear led me down a long dark corridor closer to the bar. The dull thud of the music coming from behind the thick door was like the building’s heartbeat – quite ironic I thought considering vampires don’t have heartbeats, or so I’d heard. I had never actually been close enough to one to find out. The Bear steered me towards an office at the far end of the staff quarters. I started to panic a little bit. I wasn’t in the habit of making deals with vamps, especially not one’s like Sebastian the evil arsed Vampire Master. There was a pretty blonde haired vampire sitting at a desk in the corner filling envelopes with cash, when she saw us come in she beamed at the Bear who shot her a wink in return. Her natural beauty, pale skin and sparkling eyes was a dead giveaway that she was a Northern Vampire, and the steamy look she was giving the Bear made me question her character. She then looked hesitantly towards the other side of the large room. I reluctantly followed her gaze. Sitting behind the other desk looking earnestly at a computer screen was the sexiest and most horrifying man I had ever seen. Sexy because his pale white face looked like it had been chiselled by some ancient Greek, with ice blue eyes that were obvious from our distance, and horrifying because a sudden thought entered my mind and wouldn’t stop yelling at me to jump in this beautiful strangers lap and make him do naughty things to me. He ignored me completely. I managed to silence the harlot in my mind sufficiently enough to take the seat offered by the Bear in front of Sebastian’s desk. I sat like a good girl and watched as the blonde vampire Adonis continued to type at a frantic pace and not even acknowledge my existence. Who could blame him really, a man like that, well a vampire man was probably not used to having to deal with the little people like me. I had also heard he treated women like cattle. I wondered briefly what that would feel like and then blushed at my unnatural thoughts in this man’s presence. After an eternity of silence, the ‘Master’ shut his laptop and told the Bear to leave us. The older man did as he was told as if he was dismissed by the school Principal. I wasn’t completely sure I wanted the Bear to leave after all. He suddenly didn’t seem that bad now that the cold blue eyes of the vamp were fixed completely on me. His features were pure granite. Like most vampires in our region, he looked Nordic; it was commonly believed that his race had originated in Sweden and so they often referred to themselves not as vampires but ‘Northerners’. I certainly wasn’t going to ask one if it were true. He was cold and expressionless. I felt a strange tingle coarse through me. The vampire continued his long silent stare which was starting to make me feel squeamish and a little horny, mixed with a dash of nausea, a heady combination for a Friday night. “You are Katie’s friend,” he suddenly said in an accented voice that sounded like a combination of Northern European and English. It came out not as a question but a statement. “Yes.” “And you agreed to come here of your free will in her stead. And you are prepared to undertake all the duties that Katie performed?” I didn’t really like the sound of where this was going but I answered “yes” anyway. I supposed it was best to stay on the good side of a vampire who reportedly kept a dungeon filled with human virgins to satisfy his every evil whim. “Very well, you will be required to work five shifts in the bar, plus provide evening sustenance to a Northern co-worker. Chloe will organise a uniform for you.” he said matter of factly waving a hand in the girl’s general direction. He was clearly dismissing me. Wait. There was no way I was going to put up with that deal. I couldn’t possibly work my normal job and then come work night’s here for five days. I decided to tell Mr. Evil Sexy Vampire so. “That’s not what Lavinia said I would have to do.” I questioned sounding far braver than I was. “She said I would do two shifts and there was nothing about providing sustenance, or whatever the hell that means,” I continued. The beautiful man let a slight look of confusion cross his face for a brief moment before he leaned forward slightly menacingly and continued his silent stare. If I was slightly uncomfortable before, I was dead set worried now. “Do you know who I am Sascha?” The way my name slid from his tongue made me understand why the Bear was afraid of him. Here was a man who was used to getting his own way, whatever means possible. However, I am the youngest child of two lawyers, so I am also used to getting my own way as well. “Listen, I don’t mean any disrespect to you, I understand you are a badass vamp and all that, but the situation is like this. Katie had a family emergency and can’t come and do her shifts. I know this is a pain in the butt for you but I am not only willing to do it in her place, but I am qualified and I am doing it for free. So I think this is more like a win-win situation for you. So why don’t we just agree that I will do the two shifts as originally agreed, and the ‘co-worker’ can arrange their own sustenance.”I told him. Chloe let out a little shriek and looked purely horrified. I had completely forgotten she was on the other side of the room behind me, but I was suddenly glad she was. As if reading my mind, Sebastian who had not taken his eyes off me during my little speech suddenly asked Chloe to leave us. Okay, this was not good. My sister was definitely going to have to get a new bridesmaid. I stood up wanting to leave but the vampire slowly came around to my side of the desk and his murderous glare made my feet plant firmly on the floor. There was no way he was going to just let me get away with my outburst. Sebastian was at least 6 foot 6 and he was every inch of it as he leaned over me, intimidating me. His expressionless face leaned down to meet my ear while he placed his large hands gently around my throat, not tight enough to kill me, but enough to make it hard to breath. “I have killed others before for much less than the disrespect you are showing me now woman,” he whispered in my ear. I was strangely aware that his nahd was quite warm, not cold like I was led to believe. His warm breath was sending strange tingles through me as I fought the urge to either run, cry or give him a big fat kiss on the lips. “I am not in the habit of making deals with women, but I will grant you this one reprieve Sascha, because I feel you are going to be more trouble than you are worth” he continued. “You will work here for me tonight and tomorrow night, and at the end of service you will come back here and you will submit to me. Do you understand?” I couldn’t talk with his hand around my throat so I simply nodded. All things considered, I thought I was getting a pretty good deal.       *****     The work was not unlike regular straight up human bar work, except that my boss, most of my co-workers and pretty much all of my customers could kill me at any given moment. But the tips sure were great. Chloe had fitted me out with the uniform – a ridiculously tight black and red corset! It was sheer at the sides and cut way too low for my liking; not that wearing a corset in public was to my liking. It stopped a couple of inches from my belly button, but thankfully there was a black skirt which I thought was far too inappropriate for health and safety reasons, but Chloe didn’t think it was very wise of me to refuse given I had already had one altercation with the Master. It barely covered my behind, so I was very thankful that my short black apron gave me a bit of extra concealment, and also thankful that I had shaved my legs this morning. Sebastian stayed in the bar most of the night. I found it interesting that most of the other vamps kept their distance from him as he surveyed his kingdom from a red leather booth at the back of the bar. I tried not to look over at him, but when I couldn’t help myself I saw him scowling back at me. I wondered briefly if he could be taken to court for bullying in the workplace. “Fuck, here he comes,” muttered Jessie, the only other regular human working in the bar. “No offense new girl, but I’m calling ‘not it’ on this one,” and the tall brunette quickly positioned herself at the other end of the bar where the vamp customers were only too happy to entertain her. I watched with interest as the crowded room parted for the Master to walk through towards the bar. He certainly had a commanding presence with his imposing height and build, and the evil oozing from every pore didn’t hurt either. More than a few of the females in the room were particularly interested in watching him strut his stuff. “Sascha, please pour me a vodka,” he asked with his smooth alluring voice. I considered for a brief moment of pouring him Russian, then my better judgement told me not to be suicidal. I poured him a large serve of Absolute over ice. He took it from my hand and made me cringe involuntarily when his fingers touched mine. “Do I make you nervous?” he asked with a slight smirk. “Yes,” was my honest reply. This seemed to please him and thankfully, he returned to his booth and left me alone for the remainder of the night.     *****   At a quarter to four in the morning, I was physically exhausted. The vamps could hold their drink better than normal people could and so I barely had a chance to think, let alone be worried that I was one of only a few normal humans in the room. Apart from lots of fantastic tips and promises of seeing me again the next night, the patrons were very well behaved towards me. The busy work took my mind of what I had agreed to do at the end of the night.   I could put it off no longer, as I could find nothing else to clean. I had already gone over the bar three times with disinfectant and cleaned the glass of the beer fridge twice in an attempt to delay the inevitable. I decided it was just best to get it over with. Even though I was scared as all hell about what was going to happen. I should have made him elaborate on what ‘submit’ meant. Shaking my head at my own stupidity, I turned off the glass washer and slowly made my way out back to the staff quarters. There was no one left except the vampire and me. “Would you like to sit down?” he spoke low and calmly, his blonde hair a little dishevelled, and the top buttons of his shirt undone. If he was attempting to put me at ease, it wasn’t working. He motioned for me to sit on the large sofa against the wall opposite his desk. I shook my head and steadily backed up against the closed door. I was not ready for this, definitely not ready for him. I had heard that it was impossible for vampires to take blood without having sex, it was part of their programming or something, my friend Rebecca had told me. She also said that once you have had a vampire, normal guys seem pathetic, so a normal relationship was practically impossible. He locked my eyes in his icy blue stare as he stepped over to me, taking off his shirt to reveal an earth shatteringly hard physique. He sensed my trepidation and said, “I feel more comfortable doing it this way.” “Well as long as one of us does,” I half laughed nervously. The idea of him sucking on my neck and drinking my blood was one thing, but the idea of him being half-naked while doing it was slowly creeping over the line I had drawn about what I would or would not do to help out a friend. As he leaned over me, I started to shake a little as his breath hit my ear. “Just relax, I won’t hurt you. Well...not too much” I could sense him grinning before I felt his mouth on the most sensitive part of my neck towards the base near my shoulder. He pressed his body hard against mine with one arm wrapped around my waist and the other hand pinning me to the door. He stayed like that for a few silent moments; just breathing onto my neck and making me feel giddy with fear and lust as his warm breath danced along my skin. I casually let my hands steady myself against his waist, which he seemed to appreciate because he followed my movement with a slight push with his hips against me. I felt utterly trapped by the vampire when the slight graze of his teeth against me turned into a painful bite. I momentarily screamed from the pain and shock of the invasion, but the pain soon subsided and I was left with a weird pulling feeling against my neck. The vampire caressed my back and held me in place, which I was grateful for as I felt like I couldn’t stand unaided anymore. I could feel his erection against my stomach, which he slowly grinded into me in unison with the taking of my blood. The closeness of Sebastian, his perfect body pressed against me and this very intimate act caused a desire to build within me. I wanted this man, this vampire, since the first moment I saw him but I was certainly not the kind of girl to act on impulse. Yet my traitorous hands moved slowly along his smooth skin, drawing him closer to me. My body was responding to his and I was suddenly aware that my breasts were aching and my nipples were fighting the fabric of my corset. As if he could sense my desire, Sebastian pulled the laces of the corset free and pushed it down past my hips revealing my breasts. “Hmm, that’s better” he moaned as he pressed my naked chest firmly against his own. I was too out of it from blood loss and so filled with desire that I couldn’t stop him. His mouth was as hot as fire on my neck again, but this time there was no gentle pulling, he was kissing me. While my brain was registering the sudden change from sucking to kissing, the vampire started to coax my thighs apart with his own so that I was practically straddling his leg. This was such a strange sensation for me. I was so light headed that it took a moment to register that his large smooth hands were slowly caressing my eager breasts. This was all happening too suddenly. One minute I am letting this man who is practically a stranger suck my blood and now I am letting him go where only a couple of brave souls have gone before. My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of low groans, then I realised to my horror that they were mine. Sebastian stopped his wonderful kisses on my neck and studied my face with his cold eyes, which seemed to be sparkling from the exertion. His gaze watching my lips for what seemed like forever. I was desperate for him to kiss me, to feel the warmth of his mouth on my own, but to to let him would be to give up my pretensions of not wanting this man. This drop dead sexy and powerful vampire could have anyone he wanted at any time he chose, and I certainly didn’t want to be just another chic desperate to give it up to him. I wanted him to force me into submission, so I could at least tell myself I resisted him. I quickly chased that thought away as the delusions of someone who had lost too much blood. I had to get out of this situation before I would do something I would regret. The Vampire let me push him away and I pulled the corset back up to cover my nakedness. I had to keep one hand to hold it up as I looked for my discarded bag. He said nothing as he held it up with a finger. I reached for it but he pulled it out of my reach. My senses were now slowly starting to come back and I felt embarrassed and ashamed at what I had just done; what I had allowed him to do. I yanked my bag out of his hand and ignored the bemused look on his face. I turned from him and quickly pulled out my t-shirt and put it on over the loose corset. The evil vampire chuckled; I deciding it was the blood loss that made me enjoy him, and want to do unspeakable things to him. He let me leave without a word.     *****   The next night I avoided his gaze as much as I could, yet he seemed to delight in tormenting me. He came over to my end of the bar a few times to order his vodka, despite the fact that there were plenty of waiters on the floor servicing the booths. He smirked with his perfectly full lips each time our hands touched as I passed him his drink, resulting in a deep blush on my face. He was taunting me on purpose. “What the hell did you do to the Master last night,” Chloe whispered into my ear as I past her to get more whisky from the storeroom. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said defensively. She raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows as if I was obviously lying. “Everyone knows you were with him last night, and he hasn’t been the same since. He’s sort of...not pleasant, but not completely horrible either.” “Well I left as soon as my work was done, so I have no idea about that,” I lied. The last thing I wanted was to be labelled another one of Sebastian’s conquests to all his staff. I just had to get through tonight and then I could go back to my normal, boring, vampire free life. Towards the end of the night, the crowd started to thin out and I had time to breath. Jessie came over to polish glasses near me. She was a nice girl and I welcomed her friendliness. “Hey, I heard you refused the Master last night. Is that true?” She whispered as she put a glass on the shelves above me. I turned my back to the bar and whispered back, “he drank my blood and I went home.” She looked at me with a curious expression, “but you didn’t have sex with him?” She asked. “No.” “There is no way you could have refused him, I mean, have you seen him,” she questioned. “He’s not ugly, but Sebastian just doesn’t do it for me, infact the thought of him being close to me makes me feel repulsed. Sorry to disappoint you,” I lied. Jessie let out a little ‘eep’ and quickly turned and fled to the other side of the bar and I didn’t have to turn around to know why. Standing on the other side of the bar was one pissed off vampire. If I thought his stare was cold before, now it was positively icy.       *****     At three thirty am, I was back in his office. I had made him angry, that was clear. His eyes were filled with that anger as he came towards me in a rush. In an instant he was kissing me, really, absolutely kissing me. He wasn’t taking his time or being polite, this time he was possessing me. His tongue forced itself into my mouth and assaulted mine to submit to him. He tasted sweet and spicy and was pure heaven. I was roused from my thoughts by the feeling of my tongue licking his protruding fangs. I started to panic, his aggression was becoming overpowering, making my legs go weak underneath me. I pushed him away. I was out of breath and dizzy from the rush of excitement and desire that was coursing through my body, making every inch of me come alive. I was confused with lust; I wanted him and I also wanted to never see him again. I retreated, turning my back to him; I was embarrassed and horribly turned on. I wanted him so badly even though I knew it was wrong. Vampire’s were unpredictable and not to be messed with. “We had a deal Sascha, the vampire growled at me,” his fangs protruding just a little. “I can’t do this, I’m sorry,” I confessed still facing away from him. After a few moments of silence, Sebastian said gruffly, “you had better leave then Sascha. Seeing as you aren’t honourable enough to hold to your agreement.” “Will Katie get fired?” I asked, wondering what would happen to my friend if I didn’t follow through. Sebastian for the first time looked almost like a regular human, his fangs hiding again. “Despite what you may have heard about me, I am not in the habit of forcing beautiful women to let me drink from them, or have sex with me... they usually come to me quite willingly. Therefore, you need not fear me. My sister tells me that Katie is a good worker so I will not fire her either. Are you happy?” His tone was cool and low. He seemed resigned to the fact that I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The Master of Vampires was being nice to me and he looked positively hurt by my refusal of him. His blue eyes were full of longing...for me. The sexual tension in the room was more than I could take. I turned to leave, with the vampire following me to the door. I reached for the handle the same time as he did and his fingers brushed mine. The feel of his skin was electric; it sent lightning bolts through me, making every inch of my body come alive. I just stood there in the doorway, not opening it, just relishing in the feel of his skin on mine. I knew he could feel it to as he leaned down close to my ear and whispered, “I am going to turn you around and kiss you now. If you don’t want me to, then open the door and leave.” Before I could question my actions, I threw myself at him and almost knocked him of balance as I kissed him passionately. A sexy growl escaped his lips as his arms enveloped me and he started to poses my mouth. His tongue invaded me with such determination and force that I suddenly forgot what I had been so disagreeable about. After a few beautiful long minutes of his full soft lips on mine, he pulled away and turned me around. He quickly made short work of my corset and then he pulled me towards him once more, his hard lips moved over my neck leaving a trail of fire making me want more. His scent was spicy and earthy, making me dizzy with desire. I tilted my head back slightly to let him know that I was ready for him, but he was taking his time tonight. As he put another well placed kiss on my neck I found myself pulling him towards me, my breasts pushing up against him ever so wantonly. I wanted this man like I had never wanted any man before. I wanted to feel his warmth inside me and to make him giddy with desire like he did to me. I had to shake off the feeling of shame, that what I wanted to do with the vampire was somehow wrong, or sinful. I am usually a rational girl but the idea of this brutal, gorgeous man wanting me was too much to resist. Damn the consequences. Sebastian’s large warm hands pressed my back so I was even closer – as close as possible to him, his erection throbbing against me, and his tongue lapping against the sweet spot where his fangs had entered the night before. I was appreciative that his hands were holding me in place, because I no longer felt I could control my urges with this god. I needed him inside me, like I was a junkie needing a hit. A moment later I was practically thrown on my back on the sofa with Sebastian kissing his way down my neck towards my collarbone. The weight of him on top of me was comforting and chased away the last bit of resistance I had left. His erection was thick against my stomach. His mouth was hot on my exposed breasts, licking a line from one to the other and slowly taking each nipple into his mouth, which caused my body to arch up into him. He let out soft groans of approval making my body undulate against his. I wrapped my fingers around his hair, the pale blonde locks feeling like silk in my fingers. I needed to feel more of him; he helped me peel his shirt off and I tossed it aside, and the feeling of his skin on mine made me sigh with pleasure. With one hand holding my shoulder down to the sofa, Sebastian used his other hand to expertly delight my left breast, cupping and kneading at my sensitive flesh. I felt him start to lose control as a deep growl came from him as he looked into my eyes, his fangs protruding in a way that half an hour ago would have worried me, but now I wanted nothing more than him to let me feel them inside me again. To feel all of him inside of me. “I want you Sascha”, he murmured into my ear. “You can have me,” I whispered back, caught up with my desire for him. All of my resistance gone. My mind was empty of all else but my need for this Vampire God. This seemed to spur him on as he reached my short black skirt, and ripped it off in one smooth motion, exposing my lacy white knickers. Sebastian let out another low growl when he saw them and made a move to take a closer look. Thinking this was a bit unfair I started to help him free of his pants; when he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. A low growl from the vampire told me to keep my hands there as he spread my legs and settled in between them. He kissed a fiery path slowly down past my breasts and over my stomach towards my waiting wetness. When I realised what it was that he wanted to do I squirmed and tried to close my legs, but quickly opened them again when the vampire nipped at my inner thigh with his fangs in protest. He was so demanding, and I was starting to love it. Sebastian kissed and licked at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh while his finger gently traced the outline of the lace against my skin. I thought I was going to go crazy from the anticipation when he suddenly pulled the thin material aside and place his finger right on my most sensitive bud. I shuddered involuntarily from the sudden pressure against my clit and moaned loudly as his finger moved along the centre of me, spreading my wetness around and around until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. But what he did next was far beyond what anyone had ever done to me before. After kissing a trail along my inner thigh, Sebastian slowly pulled my knickers off so that I was completely exposed to him, he then placed his mouth on my flesh where his finger had so expertly been working, and started to suck and lick at my pussy. The pleasure was so intense and unlike anything I had ever felt. All of a sudden, I couldn’t understand why I had never let anyone do this to me before, it was like pure orgasmic heaven. I found myself slowly grinding against Sebastian’s face, with my hands wrapped around his hair pulling him even closer to me, I felt so wanton and naughty. “Do you like it when I do this to you Sascha?”He asked as he started to circle the tip of his tongue around my aching clit. “Oh my god yes,” I panted in response. I barely recognised my own voice it was so low and husky from the exertion. “Do you like this Sascha?” He asked again as this time his finger entered me while his tongue kept exploring every inch of my core. I spread my legs further apart as his finger was met by another one, and then one more. He started to push them in and out of my with such rhythm that I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last. “You’re going to make me cum,” I panted while he kept up his oral attack on my clit, while his fingers rubbed and penetrated me, taking me further and further from reality. At my confession, the vampire released his fingers from me and used them to pull my pussy closer to his face. He spread me wide as his tongue and mouth lapped over my sensitive skin bringing me an explosive orgasm like nothing I had ever felt before. I lay there on the sofa panting and lost in the aftermath of the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. When I slowly came down from my high I noticed Sebastian starring at me with my juices all over his beautiful mouth. “Are you ready for some more?” he laughed as he freed himself of his pants and his erection sprang against my stomach.   With Sebastian between my legs and a look of pure desire in his eyes, I was suddenly very aroused again. “Spread your legs wider,” he demanded, his voice a low and laboured growl. I did as I was told. The vampire lowered himself slowly onto me, the tip of his thick shaft hovering at my entrance, as I grabbed his firm butt to pull him inside of me. He slowly began to enter me inch by glorious inch and my body began to adjust around him to accommodate his thickness. The fullness I felt with him inside me was overwhelming, as he reached the depths of my channel and he couldn’t go any further. I let out a cry at the intrusion as the vampire groaned from the the pleasure of my tightness surrounding him. He lay on top of me for a few moments, not moving, just letting my body adjust to him. His mouth was on my neck, sucking and kissing as he was twitching inside of me, then suddenly he started to move. Slowly at first, then gaining speed as my increasing wetness allowed him deeper access. I let out a cry of pleasure as he let out his own deep groan. “You are just as I imagined,” was all he said as he began to build up speed and pounded into me. His beautiful face was buried in my neck, kissing and licking me, building another surge of desire through me. I opened my legs wider and thrust my hips up so that his hard cock could penetrate me deeper. A loud groan showed that he appreciated the move.   With one hand behind my head and another making its way to gently rub my swollen clit, I was fully enveloped by the vampire. His lips brushed gently against my neck before his tongue lightly licked the small imprint of where his teeth had been last night. With the scrapping of his teeth against my sensitive skin and the orgasmic attack on my bud I was sure I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He looked up at me inquiringly and I nodded. Sebastian bared his fangs and forced them inside my sensitive neck. He bit me hard and deep, and the combination of the pain from my neck, the engorged cock pounding inside of me, and his fingers rubbing and teasing my clit was all too much for me. The orgasm hit me hard, rocking my body against his making him go even deeper inside of me. I was lost in the moment, unable to think of anything but the hot lightening rushing through my body taking me higher and higher into the best orgasm I had ever felt. My pussy clenched hard around Sebastian’s thickness bringing him to his own hard orgasm that caused him to plunge harder and deeper than I thought possible. He released his hold on my neck and arched his back as the waves of his own orgasm hit him hard. I felt his hot cum inside of me as his body rocked and shuddered, and he cried out in a foreign language something I didn’t understand.     *****   “You do realise what this means don’t you Sascha?” The vampire said with a wicked glint in his eyes, as he lay on top of me, both of our bodies completely spent. “No, what?” I asked, my fingers twirling his beautiful blonde hair that lay across my breast. His mouth just brushing against my nipple as his head lay on my chest. “I am the Northern Vampire Master. Whoever I take for my lover remains as such until I decide otherwise.” His tone was playful and a very sexy. “What does that mean; I have to be your sex slave or something?” I laughed at him. “Yes,” he lifted his head and his perfect ice blue eyes looked straight into mine. “I think you may just like it though” he laughed and took my nipple between his teeth, his body rejuvenated and ready for more. 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MysteryWriter Jordans Sex Sequel Prt.1 & 2 (Re`Make] Hello Again. I Am Re`Makin All Of the Jordan's Sex Sequel Books. Because Of BookRix Deleting My Account. *Note to all readers some of my story characters are vampires some can turn into Lycan`s [people that have the ability to turn into a werewolf]...they have vampire qualities [except they dont burn up in the sun when sunlight hits them] and the Lycanthropy's [cant be killed my silver xD] [Ohh finally main character Jordan has super powers and you will find them out later into the story] Thank you for reading i really appreciate it . Chapter 1 It was a partly cloudy afternoon, a little sunshine here and there with a cool breeze that passes and goes. I was standing there, with my arms crossed waiting for him to come up that hill from his afternoon jog. The wind felt good blowing though my hair. I turned my head to look into the woods to admire its beauty in the after noon sunset. I heard a person calling my name in the distance. I turned my head; there he was, with his wavy raven black hair, Blue eyes, with a perfect golden brown skin tone. His body was also amazing, wit his rock hard abbs, broad shoulders, and not to forget his fat 11 inch cock [uncut]. `Hey babe!` he yelled. I smiled, and opened my arms for an incoming hug. `Hey jake how was the jog?` I asked with the most gorgeous smile. `It was awesome honey` he said. As I kissed him deep and passionately, he moved his hands down to my ass, and gave it a squeeze. I squealed in delight. `Okay I think that`s enough for today` he said with a grin. Awhh` I said while huggling his waist. `Jacob`. `Yesssss? he said rubbing his nose against mines. `Can we play a game before we go inside?` Maybe, what is the game?? He said lifting one eyebrow. `Tag` I said, giving him a devilish seductive grin. `Okay` he said. "Ready...get set...go!" I twirled around and took off, all I saw was the trees were a blur and my path I was running through. I turned my head back to see how far he was behind me, I dint see anything behind me. So I did an immediate stop. I looked around to see if I saw any sign of him, hiding anywhere, blending in with anything. But I saw nothing, no sound, no movement. `It`s to quiet and still`. I though to myself. Then it came to me, I saw a blurry figure dashing towards me. `Holy shit!` I panicked. I turned back around and took off again. I stopped one more time and thought to myself `this is a perfect spot`. When I turned around I saw his figure dashing towards me. Before I could pretend that I was going to run, he cornered me. ?Looks like you caught me? `yep` he said moving closer to me. Moving myself closer I kissed him. I felt a slight breeze come across my stomach, with warm hands replacing it. He removed my shirt along with my bra. I heard him suck in some air as he cupped my 34D breast. He pinched my nipples gently, while kissing on my neck. He pinched my nipples harder and I let out a moan, then he stopped kissing my neck and started sucking on my nipple. I undid my pants and took my laced thong. "Ooh fancy" he said. I chuckled to his silliness. I kneeled down on to my knees I removed his belt and slid his pants down. His hard cock sprang free and bumped my upper lip, lifting it up a bit. While my lip was already on it I kissed it and moved the head into my mouth. Moving my head back and forth sucking and licking his cock, I put more of his cock into my mouth until I was deep throating it. Jake`s animalistic moans and grunts were turning me on. Finding myself fingering my pussy. I took my mouth off his cock and started jerking him off. Ooooooh Jordan...yea ahhh right there! I chuckled to myself and wrapped my full lips back around his cock. Sucking his cock twice as fast as I was before, he put my hair in a messy ponytail and started to face fuck me. Oooh Jordan! He let go of my hair and I took my mouth off his cock. I was in shock to see how fast he was jacking off; the first shot surprised me, it landing on my chest. Now aware of this I opened my mouth for the next one. After 6 shots, his cock went limp. I gave an Are-You-Fucking-Kidding-Me Look, and started jerking him off, And Sucking The tip Of His Cock, Feeling his cock Stiffin And rock hard again and telling by the way his eyes had pure lust in them. I got up and told him to pick me up. He picked me up and walked to the nearest tree and started to pound my pussy. Aaah jake be gentle!! He slowed his pace down."Mmmm yea like that" I rested my head back and looked at jake who was enjoying my pussy and how tight it was. He started to go a little faster and I got closer to my orgasm. Ssss ahhh, fuck me faster jake. He went faster and harder into me, his balls slapping against my arse. `Oooh fuck baby im finna cum!!` That was all Jacob needed to hear to set him off. Fucking my pussy so hard that I thought the tree would tip over. After 5 more thrusts I came to my orgasm and 3 seconds later he came deep into my pussy. "Awww shit Jordan that was great" He said panting "Mmmm" I said also out of breath. Jacob had let me down, and we started to put our clothes back on. CLICK! I popped my head through my tank top with a WHAT-THE-FUCK look on my face. As I scanned the forest for any trace of movement, I saw a person, I couldn`t make out his face but I knew that smell from anywhere. It was my worst enemy since high school, Mark Robinson. I looked over to jake to see that he had the biggest grin on his face. ?MARK YOU FUCKER!!..YOU WERE WATCHING US?!!? Mark came over to us in jus 1 second. `Yea it was pretty hot` he said with a smirk. He turned his head to me, I dint noticed that I was giving him a look of disgust. I mean Mark was hot to, he had the most beautiful blue eyes, with the prettiest smile. His hair was blonde, He had broad shoulders with nice abbs. I dint have a clue on how big his cock was, but I had a pretty good guess on that bulge in his pants, maybe like 10 or 9 inches. `Hiya` he said reaching his hand out to shake mines. I looked up at jake with an Are-You-Serious look on my face. `Jordan` he said with an edge to his voice. I shook marks hand and said `hey`. Looking away I said ?well while you guys are out here talking about manly things im going to go take a bath. `okay babe` he said and kissed me square on my lips. I blushed a little because mark was staring right at us. Then I heard his voice inside my head. `I will see you tonight` I jerked my head back and saw mark staring at me with a grin on his face. Chapter 2 As I hopped up through my window of our cozy Luxury House I ran some bathwater. When I walked into the bathroom, I was warmly greeted by the steam that had builded up in the bathroom. Ahhhh I breathed out in relaxation. I stepped into the tub biting my lip in the slight hotness. 2 minutes later I heard a knock on the door, `Come in`. It was jake, `can I use the shower?` since the bathtub was long and big enough for me to take a bath and for him to take a shower I figured why not. `Okay` he ran the water and began to shower. I stared at his cute little ass and his cock that was hanging between his legs. He heard me chuckle and turned his head and grinned at me. He looked up at the clock that I had on the wall and said `Dammit im late` and quickly hopped out the tub and ran into the bedroom. He came back into the bathroom in 3 seconds. `Always using your powers to do stuff the easy way` I said ` Its easier` he said. `Whatever jake` I said rolling my eyes. `Bye, I`ll Be Back At 11` he said kissing me on my Forehead before dashing out the window down to his Camero. 5 minutes passed since he left. Things got calm, and quiet. I was relaxing in the tub, until I felt a breeze. I thought it was the breeze outside since I had the window up. But I was wrong , I opened my eye and saw mark standing there just staring at my slender legs and slight cleavage showing above the water. ?What the hell are you doing in my house!!? I screamed at him. `told you that I`ll see you tonight` he said grinning. ` get out my house mark`. He walked over to the tub and yanked me out the water. "What the fuck mark" I yelled trying to pull away from him. "Shut up you whore" He hissed in my ear. I whimpered as he was yanking me into the bed room and threw me down on the bed. " I been wanting for this for a long time Jordan" he said while pulling his clothes off. I just scooted back further away from him because of his fangs that just popped out. "Ah ah ah" he said while pulling be back towards him. I had just noticed how HUGE his cock was as I was looking down, a full 10 inches, Thick, And full Of Meat. He pinned me down and started caressing my breast. I let out a low moan. As he started pinching my nipples and sticking 2 fingers into my pussy. I felt his cock rubbing against my smooth stomach, I also felt bad about getting wet by his touch. I squirmed around biting my bottom lip. "Don`t fight it Jordan" he said, and moved down to my clit. Spreading my pussy lips wide, he Sucked my clit. I gasped. He continued to lick my pussy over and over again sticking 2 fingers into it. "Please stop" I said gasping for air. "He must have not heard me" I thought. Licking my pussy & sticking his tongue down into my pussy and wiggling it around, I had an orgasm. Licking his lips from my pussy juices, He was slapping his cock on my pussy. I Felt Disgusted "Noo it`s too big" I said with a tear rolling down my cheek. "It`ll fit" He said. slowly moving his cock closer to my pussy. I was speechless, . His cock was spreading my pussy lips wide, I got nerves at the slight pain that was happening. Once he was fully in, he grinned and started to pull out and ramed right back in. "shit!!" I screamed, as he ripped through my pussy. " Goddamn Jordan" he said pumping my pussy like it was no tomorrow. "Oooh God" I moaned. As He Put My Legs On his neck. He penetrated My Pussy, Flicking My Clit With His Thumb... Flipping me over on my stomach, He rammed his cock back into my pussy For Lubrication. He took his cock out my pussy and had it at the entrance of my ass. "Please no" I cried. He pulled my hair and shoved his cock into my ass. I screamed like a girl off a scary movie. I tightened my ass so he couldn't move. He started to kiss my back, and stroke my sides. I still dint Relax because I dint want him to fuck my ass. I loosened up a bit, From Him Fingering My Pussy And Flicking My Clit and he started to slowly fuck my ass. "Stop Please" I whimpered. "im close Jordan" he said picking up speed. "please no" I said. Fucking my ass, he bit into my neck just as he came into my ass. " You Bitch" I said in a whisper. He dint say nothing until he got through. When he was done, I fell onto the bed. "If you tell your husband about this i'll make your life a living hell..I promise you Jordan" he said licking my neck from the extra blood that was pumping out. "I fucking hate you mark" i said. "mmhm whatever" he said jumping out the window and disappearing. I was so soar I couldn't move yet. So I waited 5 minutes and looked over to the clock it was 10:30. Dammit jakes gonna be home in 30 minutes I thought. So I jerked myself up, and made my way back to my bathwater to wash mark's smell off of me. When i got out I quickly put on a pair of boy shorts on with a tank top and hopped in bed And Focused On Sleeping. I Was Out In 10 Mins. I was Awakened by jacob shaking my shoulder telling me to scoot over. Part 3`4 coming soon Publication Date: July 14th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-mysterwriter

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Pixie On the train Alicia's Adventures Chapter 1 - A crazy Morning My alarm clock buzzing in my left ear. Reaching out to turn it off my best friend Heather Miller came strolling into my room. Hey sexy you are going to be late again if you don't get out of bed.I groan loudly and yawning and stretching as I sit up looking at her with sleepy red eyes. What do you want? I mumbled to her.. I am not a morning person. I yawn again before standing up on the cold hardwood floor. Steven is here just FYI girl and Last night was so hot. I rolled my eyes as I told her I didn't want to hear about her sex life with Steven Crow. He is known as a player. He is very good looking with sexy ass body. If he wasn't fucking my best friend. I would let him be my first but then again he is with Heather. She throws my work shirt at me then walks out of my room. Walking into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Taking one last look into the mirror to check my hair and make-up. Stepping out into the dark hallway. Heather bedroom was next to mine. Steven stood there nude stroking his ten inch cock. Looking down my shirt I gave him a flirts smile as I wave goodbye into out the front door. I let out a frustration sight as I continue down the long driveway onto the sidewalk. Four blocks for the train station then a two hours train ride to my dead end job with a pig headed boss. Who is always trying to feel me up. His hands always end up on my hips or my ass. Mondays morning are the worst to travel by train but the fastest. Stepping into the over crowed train car Someone bumping into me. I could feel someone grabbing my ass. Pinch it and pull me closer to him.. I could tell by his rough hands. His cologne was spice mix with something else. We were being pushed into a corner. I was behind him as we settle down into a small place in the train car. His hands moved quickly up my semi-short black skirt. Pulling my silky black panties down my thigh. I could feel his fingers touching my pussy lips going inside the folds. My juices slides down my inner thigh. A moan escapes from my quivering lips. His finger tickles my pussy walls causing me to cum again. I feel his naked dick hitting my bare ass. Another man joins in undoing my light blue blouse until it was completely open. My breasts were free from my silky black bra bouncing in his hands as the main guy stick his dick head into my anus. As my mouth fell open the second guy dick entered my mouth. I instantly start sucking and licking his growing penis. The first guy strokes his huge cock inside of my cunt. Causing to squeak like a pig. Text: This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events portrayed this book are either the author's imagination, elaboration on actual places,events and people are used fiction On The Train Copyright 2012 by Lady PixieAll Rights reserved. Images: All pictures come from Google All rights reserved. Publication Date: April 15th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-ladypixie

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Michael Eric 60 Books That Will Change Your Sex Life XNXX BookRix GmbH & Co. KG 81371 Munich PARK IT HERE   She lies back across a bench while her partner sits facing her with his legs straddling the bench. As he enters her, he’s in a perfect position to stimulate her clitoris or he can lean in for deeper penetration and some up-close time with her breasts. HUG ME, HONEY The couple sit facing each other on the bed. She brings her legs over his as he slides himself up into her. She hugs her partner as they calmly, languidly move toward climax.   TANGLED VINES He lies on his side, keeping his bottom leg straight while bending his top leg. His partner shifts her weight back on her hands to giver herself leverage so that she can slide into the open space between his legs, allowing his penis to penetrate her vagina.   LAST LICKS She’s on the floor resting her head and torso on a pillow. He kneels down in front of her and stimulates her vagina with his mouth and tongue. She kicks up her feet in anticipation of climax.   THE HOT SEAT   He climbs into a chair and bends his knees to bring his feet to the edge of the seat. She moves in between his legs to grasp his penis between her thighs from a standing position. Add a bit of self-warming lubricant, and their bumping and grinding will generate some real heat. THE STRIP, WHIP, AND DRIP Having fun while having sex is one of the great joys in life. As the woman straddles her partner, he playfully teases her with a strawberry, even as he attempts to lick whipped cream off of her breasts. Laughter fills the room. They’ll worry about cleaning up later.   SO HAPPY TO TETHER   She’s on her back with her hand cuffed to her ankle. She uses her arm to lift and pull her leg back making it easy for her lover to enter her from a kneeling position. Once there, he may also want to run his hand between the edges of her furry handcuffs and her skin. 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Her lover enters her deeply from a kneeling position. His hands are free to caress her buttocks and breasts. PEDAL PLEASURE   The woman lies on her back with one foot on her partner’s chest and the other extended straight out to the side. He bends his knees and mounts her, though she’s the one who looks like she’s pedaling a bike. THE OUTSIDER   The lovers get on their sides with the man behind the woman. His legs are outside of hers as he penetrates her vaginally. She complements his thrusts with circular hip movements. BACKSTAGE PASS   The woman lies on her stomach near the edge of the bed so that her hands hang off and touch the floor. The man stretches out on top of her, lifting his chest up as he enters her from behind. THE TIGHT DEADLINE Work-related role play is one of the most popular fantasies for couples. The woman places her hands on the file cabinet offering her backside up to her lover. As he penetrates her from behind, she brings her legs closer together, making for a tighter sensation for both.   ORAL OBEDIENCE The man lies back on the bed with his eyes blindfolded and hands bound above his head. His lover wields a riding crop as she straddles his face. She makes no secret as to what she wants him to do with his tongue.   THE STANDING OVATION The man positions himself between two pieces of low-lying furniture with his head and torso supported on one and his feet on the other. The woman stands in the space between and maneuvers herself so that she can enjoy an exciting new angle of entry from her partner.   THE LOVE SHACKS   The woman lies back on the bed as her lover helps shackle her feet together. She raises her legs high so that she can slip the cuffs behind his neck. He’s her prisoner now as he enters her vagina from a kneeling position. 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Krystal Hey Baby, Come Here Welcome Home Baby Nate's POV It was a long day, weather was perfect but had so much work to do, couldn't enjoy it i went home from work took a shower and waited on wifey to get home from classes and games. We had been texting all day long, or should i say sexting all day. So when she got home I was ready for everything we talked about and more she calls, and say "i'm on my way i miss you but i only have 30 mins i wanna go out with my girls to get a tattoo and have girl night." In my mind, im like yea right you not going anywhere, but she was so convinced i let her think what she wanted. "Yea its cool baby" she walked in the house, started taking a shower, as i'm laid back on the bed in my boxers just thinkin about whats about to go down she gets out the shower, body drippin from water wrapped in her towel, she starts putting on that bath and body works that i love she leans over and kiss me and says " baby im sorry but i gotta cancel, they are ready to leave." I look at her, she looks at me she smiles, starts grabbin for her clothes, she drops her towel to put her clothes on. I walk up behind her, boxers off i gently start kissin her neck, lowering her bra strap off her shoulder, shes telling me to stop cause she has to leave, her phone rings i cut it out off and start kissin on her neck and biting her softly as she began to moan slightly. I turn her around picked her up, laid her on the bed, caressing and biting on her nipples, her moans started getting heavier as i move down to her stomach. I started kissin on her panty line, teasing her with my tongue, i go down to her pussy lips, i didnt lick or suck...i gently blew on her pussy lips watching her body shake as i teased her more and more, she told me to stop again she had to leave "c'mon baby stop playin' i got to go" and i just smirked. I glided back up with my tongue, as i could feel the chills off her body, went back down and began lickin the outside of her pussy lips i spread her legs, and licked down her thighs and continued tracing my tongue on the outside of her pussy she moans "Nate" and i start sucking and gently biting on her pussy lips, i ran my hand up her stomach, caressing her nipples she grabbed my head, and started moaning more, she let out a lil scream, even moan, scream turned me on even more i stroked her pussy with my tongue, as her body began to shake, i whispered "dont cum yet baby" She tried holding it i slid my dick into her tight pussy. She let out a moan, "Mmmmm Nate baby" i pulled it back out, she looked at me like she wanted to kill me i pushed my dick back in, grabbed her thighs while i thrust me dick in, she wrapped her legs around my waist. She moaned my name and grabbed my shoulders I asked her "do you want me to go deeper" she said "oh yes baby go deep in my pussy" so i spread her legs further and pushed as far as her pussy would allow me to go, soon as, she started to resist me and said "no no i can't take it it hurts!" I lean down and whispered in her ear, "take it baby," her moans began to get heavier as i began to speed up just a lil bit, she closed her eyes and gripped me closer to her, licking me on my neck and biting my ear, i could feel myself about to explode. she started screaming my name "NNNAAAATTTTEEEEE!"and I moaned "fuck!" She screamed "oh yes baby right there..uh ah ah...ohhhh...you hitting right the spppoootttt!" DAMNNN and I could feel us both cum at the same time after getting out breathing back to normal i asked her, "can you take more" she said "yes!", so i told her ride my dick. She climbed on top and slid down on my dick and i pushed upward, both moaning at the same time, her body already tensing up. She started riding my dick as i gripped her ass, she moved my hands, and said "no no baby it my turn i wanna do it on my own" she started bouncing and riding the tip of my dick, trying not to cum quick, i tell her to slid all the way down on my dick. She refuses, i had to grip her waist, i could feel myself about to nut quick as fuck, her moans and pussy was getting the best of me she started tightening her pussy muscles around my dick, i gripped her ass, and forced it on my dick as she was bouncing. She screamed "FUCKKKKKKK!", and leaned over on me as i kept bouncing her ass on my dick she screamed "Stop baby please, I'm about to squirt!!!" I kept going, her body went into instant shake as i kept going all of my dick in her i could feel myself about to nut. she screamed "I'm cummin baby, I'm cummmming!" I bounced her ass harder on my dick soon she started squirted on my dick, and i came shortly after. She laid on top of me, dick still inside of her, she moaned and said "baby i love you" i kissed her and said "i love you too baby" I wrapped my arms around her body tightly, as i began kissing on her neck softly, and she started moving just a lil bit i could feel her body saying it wanted me some more but instead, i let her sleep on top of me until the next morning. In The Morning Dani's POV Last night was amazing Nate is truly the best i ever had. Every time we fuck its like im dreaming, in fact im dreaming of him now. Its like i can feel his long thick fingers in my wet pussy. Mmmmm this feels so good its like hes actually pressing me, oh wait this ins't a dream. I open my eyes to see Nate smirking at me in between my legs rubbing two fingers across my clit at the perfect pace. How I got under him I don't know but it feels damn good. "umm baby what are... ohhh" "just sit back and relax and let me do all the work..okay?" he said "y-yyes"i said breathless. Moans escape my lips and my legs feel week but I am determined to undress him. I mean i can't let him do all the work. I pull down his pj's pants and once his pants are off, I place my hand over the stiff bulge on his boxers and stroke it gently with my fingers. Nate lets out a sigh and stops rubbing my clit. I carry on caressing his cock through the material and he groans in pleasure. I then kneel down infront of him and pull down his boxers until he is completely naked, like me. Now his dick is hard and ready. I take both of his balls into my hands and squeeze them gently as I take his whole cock into my mouth and i mean every single inch. He looks down at me and smiles while stroking my hair, as his eyes close in pleasure. He begins to move back and forth, his cock slowly thrusting in and out of my mouth. I moan as it hits the back of my throat every time he pushes. I feel his balls begin to tighten and pull away. "Not yet baby," I say. Time to have some fun. I push him down on the bed with a evil smile on my face and stand over him. "wait ho-" he tries to say but i quickly shut him up by lowering myself down until his dick enters me. Once it's in, we both moan and I lean forward, hands on either side of his head and he grabs my breasts. I start to ride him, back and forth, up and down. Nate starts groaning louder, i guess he wasn't expecting this. I usually go at a slow steady pace but he got me all horny today so I wanted to speed things up a bit. I grind on his dick at a medium pace, rhythmically and pant as he adds to the pressure by thrusting up and down. After a few minutes of wildly riding him, we flip over so that I am lying on the floor and Nate is on top. He turns me around until I am lying on my front and spreads my ass cheeks, steadily lowering himself down until his dick enters me from behind. "now its my turn baby" he whispered in ear "FFFUCKKKK" I cry out as I tear at the sheet from either side of me. Nate also groans at how firm my ass "Damn your so fucking tight!!" It takes a few seconds to brace himself before he starts to pound my ass in the most perfect rhythm. We both moan uncontrollably with every thrust and Nate begins to pick up speed until there is no silence in between our howling. Suddenly, I feel Nate beginning to slow down and his moans get louder so I yell, "STOP!" and he quickly pulls out before he can cum. I roll over and look at him, smiling. "Not yet," I say. He nods and this time I lie on my back with my legs wide open. Nate crawls in between and leans down and sticks his tongue down my throat, french kissing me viciously. He slowly lowers himself down until every inch of his hard, throbbing cock enters my wet pussy "Ready?" he whispers. I nod and without any hesitation Nate starts to pound me wildly on the floor like an animal. "YESSS!!....FUCK ME NATE FUCK ME!"I claw at his back, screaming his name over and over as he violently drills his cock deep into my pussy continuously, grunting with every thrust. I can already feel my stomach tie up into knots and an overwhelming sensation explodes in between my legs, causing me to scream so loud that Nate has to kiss me to muffle the sounds. Once it is over, Nate starts to swear under his breath as the sight of me laying there, satisfied, causes him to explode in an intense orgasm, he pulls out quickly and his cum shoots out of his cock and lands all over my breasts. He collapses beside me and we both look at each other "Good Morning" he says breathless. I laughed "Good Morning" and give him a nice full kiss filled with passion wit our intertwining. When i pull back i just smile dreamily at him. Damn i love this sexy ass man. Publication Date: March 31st 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-krystal13

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B.L.W Claimed He suddenly stood up and walked around the side of the table. Grabbing my hair he pulled me out of my seat and shoved me into the wall. Gripping the hem of my shirt he yanked it over my head. He then ripped the skirt from my hips before gazing at my almost naked body. He looked over my shoulder, into the mirror before growing out his nails and shredding the underwear from my body. He growled low in his throat before forcing my thighs apart and dropping to his knees. He shocked me further by pulling my leg over his shoulder and stuffing his face between them to lick, nip and suck on my clit. The pleasure was exquisite and I leaned my head back and moaned deep in my throat. He growled and shoved his long wolf tongue into my slick, wet heat. Too soon he jerked me off my feet to wrap my legs around his now nude waist. Somehow he had rid himself of all his clothes and was now pressing his erection against my most sensitive spot at the juncture of my thighs. He gave me no hint or warning before moving. His cock throbbed as he thrust it inside my pulsating cannal. My juices and blood streamed out, coating his thick dick as he pounded into me, breaking through the barrier of my maidenhead easily, causing me to scream while he pressed me flush against the whitewashed walls of the interrogation room. "Oh god! Oh god! OH GOD! Yes! That’s it, right there...harder. Harder! OOH!" I screamed as he pulled out and slammed back in, pouring his burning hot seed inside me as he sank his canines into my neck and tore the skin open. Growling as he pumped harder and shook his head back and forth, shredding the skin with the force of his need. He snarled, dug his claws into my hips and repeatedly slammed my hips down on his swelling dick, working me back into a frenzied state. This man is insatiable I thought as he spun away from the wall and toppled us onto the bare table. He began thrusting even harder, sliding me across the table top before gripping my hips and yanking me back, simultaneously shoving his dick farther and farther into my aching cunt as I screamed and screamed my release. Two men stood on the other side of the glass and watched as their coworker fucked the lovely witch into a stupor. They clenched their fists as they fought the urge to ejaculate right then and there. The two werewolves growled in unison as their friend displayed her dripping pussy to them as he pulled out. Turning to the one way mirror he indicated for them to come in. They immediately entered the interrogation room. Hearing the door open I blushed. I had just been fucked out of my mind by a werewolf cop with god knew who watching on the other side of the glass. Hearing the ruffle of clothes my eyes shot open to reveal two more men standing around me, taking their clothes off. The first one done climbed on top of me; using his knee he spread my thighs before roughly slamming his very large and ungodly thick dick inside my sore pussy. The other man covered my mouth as I screamed in pleasure. The two then stood back as the man riding me lifted me up off the table. The other newcomer then lay out beneath us while the man inside me spread my ass. I was then slammed down on the other mans cock which pushed inside my untried back entrance. I opened my mouth to scream when the third werewolf shoved his once again erect cock inside my mouth. Then as one they all started pumping in and out causing the most intensely painful pleasure I’d ever experienced before. The man in my vagina pulled out slightly as the other two thrust in, all three alternating like a well oiled machine. In, out, in, out, they fucked me till I cried from the pleasure and then some. I was seeing stars as one after another they spilled their seed inside me. Swallowing all that he gave me I moaned over and over again as they all pulled out. I was shuffled again before the cock from my mouth was inserted into my ass and the one from my vagina once again slid inside my burning pussy. Grabbing my hair the man who had occupied my ass moments before shoved his large dick into my mouth, stretching it till it hit the back of my throat. Then they started all over again, they kept switching positions till they each had a turn in each of my orifices. I was so sore when they all finally pulled out, I didn’t notice when two dicks were simultaneously inserted into my pussy. They pulled my legs all the way apart before alternatively fucking in and out of my drenched pussy. I’d been a virgin when I had been dragged into this interrogation room and now…. Slowly my eyes opened and instantly met with a pair of silver ones on the other side of the glass in the door. Another man stood watching as these three powerful lycans shoved, pushed, thrust, and pounded into my body. Slowly he opened the door and stepped inside. All three men turned to look at him, never hesitating in their measured thrusts. The new comer growled slightly and got a growled response from the other three. He then began stripping before helping them pick me up so that he and the other wolf could slide their cocks into my ass together. I was squished between four powerful males who each pounded into me as if they had been abstinate for years. I began to scream again as an orgasm ripped its way through my lower body, when one man roughly covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside. Two of the others maneuvered so that they could each suck on a nipple and the other slid his hands around to my clit to tease and torment me further. Then all as one they erupted, spilling their scalding sperm into my worn out body while my own orgasm shot through me. Each man gave one last hard thrust before biting into my already bleeding neckand shoulders; as one claiming me as their mate. Pulling out they growled in unison and licked the blodd off my neck, starting the healing process. With a smile on my face I passed out. The last thing I saw was a look of intense hunger, satisfaction, and undeniable promise in each of their eyes, I belonged to them now and I couldn’t deny it, especially not after today... Publication Date: August 17th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-book.lover.writer

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Shasta Trammell Turn Me On I dedicate this book to My best friend Odalyse, My inspiration was the fifty shades of grey series. It inspired me to right this book and I hope yall enjoy it. A look inside before the book starts. "Oh God, Aiden I'm about to cum!" I scream as my orgasm rips thorugh me. Aiden quickly follows in suit circling his hips hitting my sweet spot with his manhood. He explodes inside me and I feel his hot bursts inside me warming m. He lays his head down and starts nibbling my neck."Lyric you are beautiful I could fuck you all night and not get tired." I laugh silently.. he thinks he can but he will and one day he will cheat on me with some skank and forget all about me. " Why do you laugh when I say this?" Aiden looks down at me questionagly. " One day you will get tired of me and realize that Im not beautiful." Aiden slaps me hard on the backside."Ouch, what the hell was that for?" I look up at him the sting showing in my eyes."If you ever say that again I will take you across my knee and beat the shit out of you, no pun intented" Aiden said menicangly looking down at me. Leaning fowrad he takes my had in his hands and kisses me gently "You are soo beautiful and I will not ver get tired of me you hear." I look into his blue eyes and I feel instantly safe. His eyes are the color of an aquamarine pool and his hair is as black as night, his skin is creamy white, he has an 8 pack with all the trimmings and not to mention his huge mandhood. I am just a plain girl, c-cup sized boobs, purple hair with green bangs, the only thing we share is the creamy white skin. I was blessed with such a man and I'm only 21! I look into his eyes and he wraps me in a hug his breath tickling my neck. "What can I get you today madam?" the waiter asks looking at me with lust filled eyes. I feel Aiden wrap an arm around my waist and pull me close and the waiter takes my hand and kisses it, he quickly backs off though when Aiden let's out an almost inhuman growl, his eyes widening with fear at my over protective boyfreind."Touch hr again and you will go flying across this returant." The waiter nods and hurries off, sending another waiter in his place. This one a small emo girl about 17 she has the coolest rainbow hair I have ever seen." Your hair is so friggen cool!" I squeal in delight. She blushes taking our orders before rushing off. 10 minutes later our orders are seved and I drool at the sight and smell of my favorite french meal "I could eat this all day and still want more." I state looking straight into Aiden's eyes. " There is something at this table I could eat all day and still want more too." he says as his eyes glaze over with desire."lets get out of here." I whisper clasping his hand. We pay and run to the car. Chapter 1  -Aiden- I stand beside the bar searching for someone to take home. My eyes land on a beautiful girl with purple and green hair wearing a dark purple minidress with a matching green belt. She has her hands up and is grinding against a girl with pink and green hair waering a mathcing outfit only with pink instead of purple. I guess this to be her best friend.  She raises her head as if she can feel me staring and our eyes conect. Her eyes are the purest green, the gren you cannot achieve with contacts and she whipsers something to her friend who looks me up and down and nods aprovingly. The girl comes over to me and I see that her purple dress is the same purple as her hair. Her eyes the same color as her belt. She puts her hand on my thigh only half an inch below my growing manhood as she moves her hand up her eyes buldge at the feel of my now fully hardened eraction straining agaisnt my zipper. She eyes me and then takes my hand, she winks at her friend who is being led into a corner by some guy and her friend gives her a thumbs up.  She leans up and whispers into my ear " Wanna come home with me?" Damn am I screwed her voice is a sexy husky whisper. I nod eagerly causeing her to laugh. It is the most beautiful sound in the world, sort of like a fairy twinkling. I pull her close as soon as we get into my car. I have the only supercar in the world. It reaches speeds of 2,000 miles per hours and is this sexy black that girls fuind irresistable. Her mouth gapes and she smashes our lips together. I explore her mouth with my tongue,feeling the electricity running between us. She pulls me close and I shove her back into the seat. Her small hands run down my chest and she skims my neck with her teeth. I growl" We better get to a bed now.. I don't want anyone else to see you come." She smiles and sits back buckling up."your house or mine?" I ask her. " Yours." She states I laugh and we drive the 20 minutes to my house. As we pull into my driveway I hear her sharp intake of breath. " You live here!" She asks. I chuckle"well if my name is Aiden Smith it is." " Aiden Smith, as in Smith incorpeated?" " that would be the one." She gets a frightened look on er face"You can't like me..I'm only a dancer." "And who says that I can't" I ask her dumbfounded. I pull her too me and whisper in her ear " you coul dbe a prostetute and I would like you." She hugs me and jumps out of the car. I follow her and unlock the front door. We step into the foyer. She spins in a circle admiring the chandelair and expensive paintings.I pull her to me and kiss her lips " In fact I might even come to love you." She hugs me and I lead her to my room. Chapter 2  -Lyric- I follow Aiden as he leads me through the expensivly decorated house into a bedroom in dark mahogony a huge four poster bed sets in the middle of the room. He leads me over to it and gently pushes me onto it.I fall back my body landing on the soft mattress. He gently unbuckles my belt and lays it on the floor. He turns me on my side and unzipps my dress and pulls it from my body. I am glad I wore my sexy thong, bra, garter, and stocking set. He slides his gaze up and down and I squirm under his intense gaze"You are so beautiful." he whispers before lowering himself onto me. His lips graze mine once, twice before coming to rest on mine with sweetness that brought tears to my eyes. His tongue gracefully danced with mine. I was faintly aware of him undoing my stockings and garters and sliding them off. His fingers slid into the edge of my thong and slid it down my legs. I acrh my hips to make it easyier to rid me of my underwear. He trails kisses up my inner thgh and his head stops as hi gets to my womanhood. He parts my folds with his fingers and takes my clit in his mouth. I moan as he sucks gently sending shock waves through my body. His hands reach up and toy with my breasts and I feel my climax building inside me "cum for me baby." Aiden says huskily, "I want to taste you" all it takes i sthat last sentance and I topple over the edge. He eagerly laps up my femine juices his tongue moving devilishly about my pussy. He slowly trails kisses back up my body his mouth coming to rest on mine. We attack each other with our mouths as if it is the last tme we will kiss.  He puls back and slides a condom over his eraction before coming back to me. He kisses me before plunging into me with such force I gasp. Instantly his hips circle and e find our rythem moving together like snakes. I feel him harden inside me and his plunges become harder and faster and my hips are hitting him with such force I kno wwe will both be fore tommorow. I feel him jerk once, twice, three times bfore I hear him" Aw Fuck I'm about to come" I hurry my climax along and we tumble over together both of us quivering from the intensity of our orgasms." I was right, I knew I would fall in love with you." Aiden states before owing himself to nibble my neck. Chapter 3 -Aiden- "I was right I knew I would fall in love with you" I state matter of factly before lowing and nibbling the girls soft skin.. funny how that works since I don't ven know her name. I feel her tense under me and oull back to see her green eyes wide with fright." You can't love me, I'm a dancer you are a rich billionair, you can't love me." " We covvered this I can love whomever I choose. Now can you tel me the name of the girl I chose?" I ask her questionagly " Lyric White." She whispers " The Lyric White, international dance star?" I ask her. She nods her head " Oh my god I am honord to be able to love you" I tell her before plunging into her again. She moans and I feel her small hand scratch my back as we reach our pint again. Her pussy tightens and quivers before I feel her come "AIDEN" she screams as she falls over the edge." Mission complet" I whisper to her. " what?" she asks " I wanted to hear you come while screaming my name. and may I say you did a mighty fine job meeting my expectations." she giggles and i kiss her with such intenisty by the time we come up we are both gasping for air. I lean down and blow warm air into her pussy and she bucks upward and I plunge my tonge into her sliding out, blowing and plunging in again.Her body writhes in pleasure and I am glad that I decided to go to the bar tonight. "I have work tommorow." I whisper to her" I have dance rehearsel tommorow." she states.I cover her up and lay down beside her. We both fall asleep quickly. My leg is thrown over her leg and her hair is splayed over my chest. I feel her breathing and thank the stars for finding her. Chapter 4  -Lyric- I wake up to the smell of coffee and fresh fruit. I sit up to see Aiden setting in the chair beside my bed watching me."I brought you some breakfast." He says to me before handing me a bowl of fruit and a steaing mug of coffee. I drink and eat, famished by last nights activities. I take a few minutes to admire the way Aiden's three peice suit cuves and contures to his immpecable body." Like what you see" He asks me amusment apparent in his voice, but there was also a hint of something else, something that I feared would destroy me and him for nobody can love me without getting hurt. " I love you Lyric, I know it sounds crazy since we have only known one another one night but I feel as if I have known you forever." Aiden said giving voice to my fears" You can't love me Aiden it will only hurt you, last night was amazing but I think we should leave it at that and go our seperate ways." I say hiding the sadness in my voice " Please don't do this, let me love you Lyric." Aiden pleads with me and I turn away not wanting him to see the tears streaming down my face. " I will come back for you Lyric" Aiden states before leaving the room , I hear the front door slam behind him. I watch him stroll to his car and only when he is gone do I allow the tears to fall freely sobbing I lay down and let out wracking sobs. Over an hour later I get up and dress for rehearsel. When I arrive I see my best friend Blaze " So how was Mr hunk a hunka last night?" she asks. My eyes tear up  and she hugs me " He told me he loved me." I tell her sobbing into her shoulder " Oh honey, you have got to get over this fear that anyone who loves you will get hurt, I love you and i'm doin just fine." Blaze tells me rubbing my back. Maby she is right but I can't take the chance. I begin dancing and let all my fears slip away feeling the music as it travels over my body like a soft blanket. After rehearsle I go home and am immediatly taken bac. My porch is coverd in flowers and standing in the middle of them all is Aiden holding a bouquet of roses. Chapter 5 -Aiden- After I leave my house, I think about the tears in Lyrics eyes. Somebody has hurt her and I am determined to find out who. I go to the floral shop ad spen 1 thousand on flowers. I drive back to my house since I have the feeling she will return there. I am standing on the porch holding roses when she pulls up. God she looks so sexy I just want to touch her, to kiss her soft lips. Her eyes quickly fill up with tears I run to her"don't cry, I love you and I am here for you. Just let me help you." She hugs me"Its not you I just have a tendancy to hurt those around me or cause their hurt indirectly and I don't want to hurt you." she whispers looking up at me with her green eyes at that moment I knew that I was too far gone to come back. " It would be a pleasure to be hurt by you." I tell her pullin gher into my arms an dkissing her." move in with me?" I hear myself saying." Oky" she says wrapping her arms around me. I pull her into the house and lead her to the bathroom. I have set candles and rose petals scattered around the bathroom and a jasmine sented bubble bath running in tre bear claw bathtub. I slowly peel off her leatards and sweater. she is naked underneath. I help her climb into the tub an dwatch as she slowly sinks in. She lays back and her eyes close seonds later sh eis asleep. I take the opportunity to sneak out and go make sure the meal is prepaird. I scater a rose petal path down the hall into the bedroom. I have candles in hear too and the doors to the terrace are open leading to a romantic table for two outside. Now to wait for her to return. Chapter 6  -Lyric- I get out of the wonderful bath and slip into the silk robe left for me. I step into the hall and see a pah of roses I follow it and step into the bedroom I look and see that it leads to a terrace I hadn't noticed last night. Aiden i sstanding on it beside a beautiful littl etable. He steps foward pulling my chair out for me and I set down. A maid comes out of nowhere and pours us some red whine. I look about and a paniky feeling sttles around me "i I can't do this I am soo sorry." I get up and rush out "Lyric please we can get through this." I hear Aiden shouting behind me. I rush out onto the street and hail a cab. As the cab pulls off i see Aiden rush out of the house. I burry my head in my sweater and cry. Chapter 7  -Aiden- I don't know what just happened all I know is that it is wet and that I am in love with a crazy woman. I go back in side and call up my older brother "Hey dude, what do you do if you are in love with a crazy lady". The next morning I get up bright and early and head to the jewlry store. I step inside and look around flagging down a sales lady. I tell her what I  need and she says it will be sent right away. Next i go to the flower shop and buy 12 dozen roses. Now its time to wait. Chapter 8  -Lyric- I arrive home four hours after I left Aidens since I made a trip to Anastasia's house. We talked forever and then she had to get ready for a date with the guy from the bar. I step into my house and hear soft music. I know this song, it's Te Amo buy rihanna! I keep walking and setting on bended knee in my living room amid a pile of roses is Aiden holding a small black box. " Lyric will you do me the honor of marrying me?" I rush foward and through my arms around him tears streaming down my face. "yes" i whisper my voice barly audible.  epilouge  -1 year later-aiden- I stand at the front of the church I grew up in nervous sweat poring off of me. I hear the music start and turn to see Lyric walking towards me in a beautiful white dress. She steps up beside me and the preacher starts his talking. When he gets to the main part i hear two beautiful word come ou of her mouth "I do" I kiss her and together we run out into our life together. -5 years later-Lyric- I watch as Aiden and blaze play our daughter is beautiful. Just like her father. I fall asleep knowing that life will forver be complete for me. Publication Date: May 19th 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-fi6e47e88d43555

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Nanjil Madhu Wilting Veena.... விரலுக்கு ஏங்கும் வீணை ... அதிர்ஷ்டம் விரலுக்கு ஏங்கும் வீணை ...   1. இப்படி நடக்குமென கனவிலும் நினைக்க வில்லை  நினைவில் நடந்துவிட்டவை ஒரு வேளை கனவோவென சந்தேகிப்பதும் நம்ப முடியாமல் தவிப்பதும் மீண்டும் நடந்துவிட மனம் ரகசியமாக யாசிப்பதும் உலகுக்கு தெரிந்தால் என்னாவது என்று யோசிப்பதும் எல்லோருக்கும் எப்போதாவது நடக்கிற காரியம் தான்  ஆனால் எனக்கு அடிக்கடி நடக்கிறது  யாரிடமாவது சொல்லாவிட்டால் தலை வெடித்து விடும் போலிருக்கிறது சொல்லும்படியானதும் இல்லை   இங்கு அதிர்ஷ்டம் உள்ள இளைஙஞனுக்கே ஒரு பெண்ணின் அருகாமை அமைகிறது  கல்யாணி அக்கா பாட்டிக்கு தூரத்து சொந்தம் டிகிரி வரை படித்திருந்தும் எலெக்ட்ரிக் கடைவைத்திருக்கும் சக்திவேல் அங்கிளை எப்படி தான் கல்யாணம் பண்ண சம்மதித்தாளோ. என்னோடு இன்ஜினியரிங் படிக்கும் பல Girlsசைவிட அழகாக இருக்கிறாள். தான் வளர்ந்த அகமதாபாத்தில்  பார்த்த அதிக மேக்கப்பிட்ட பெண்களை விட எந்த ஒப்பனையுமின்றி பளிச்சென்றிந்தாள. இங்குள்ள பெண்களைப்போல வெட்கப்படாமல் சிறிது Bold ஆகவும் தெரிந்தது. சக்திவேல் அங்கிள் நேர் எதிர் தொந்தியும் வழுக்கையும் ஆனாலும் காசின் மினுமினுப்புமாக இருக்கிறார்  பாட்டிக்கு  அகமதாபாத் பிடிக்கவே இல்லை.பாட்டியை கவனித்து கொள்ளும் ஏற்பாடுடன் அப்பா தான் இந்த திருமணத்தை எற்பாடு செய்து மாடியை வாடகை இல்லாமல் தந்திருக்கிறார். எத்தனை அடம்பிடித்தும் கேட்காமல் என்னை இங்குள்ள காலேஜ்ஜில்  சேர்த்து வீட்டில் இருந்து போய் வர ஏற்பாடு..  இஷ்டமில்லாமல் வந்தாலும் இந்த சுதந்திரம் வரவர ரொம்ப பிடித்து விட்டாலும் முக்கியமான காரணம் கல்யாணி. வந்த நாளிலிருந்தே நட்பாக பழகினாள். பாட்டியை கண்ணும் கருத்துமாய் பார்துகொண்டாள். வாய் ஓயாமல் பேசினாள்.  வீட்டை நிர்வகித்தாள் வேலைக்காரியை ஏவினாள் என்ன சமையல் என்பதை முடிவெடுத்தாள், ஓட்டுனரை லிஸ்ட் கொடுத்து ஓட்டுதல்  என சகலகலா வல்லியாய் வலம் வருபவள் மிகுந்த வியப்புக்குரியவலானாள்.  சின்ன சின்னதாய் தானே சமைத்தாள்  எனக்கு என்ன பிடிக்கும் என்று கேட்டு செய்து தந்தாள் உளுந்த வடை expert . கெட்டி சட்னியுடன் அன்னபுர்ணா தோற்றுப்போகும். அத்தனையும் விட அழகாய் சிரித்தாள் அளவாய் இருந்த அவள் அங்கங்கே அபரிமிதமாவும் இருந்தாள். எத்தனை முயற்சித்தும் கண்கள் அலைவதை தடுக்க முடியவில்லை. தரிசனங்களும் குறைவில்லாமல் கிடைத்துகொண்டிருந்தன. நான் பார்ப்பது ஒருவேளை அவங்களுக்கு தெரியுமோ  என்று கூட சந்தேகம் உண்டு.  அக்கான்னு சொல்லாதேன்னு ஒருநாள் சொன்னாள் எப்படி கூப்பிடன்னு கேட்டதுக்கு சும்மா பேர்சொல்லி கூப்பிடு இல்லன்னா வாங்க போங்கன்னு போதுமென்றாள். என் படிப்பு பற்றி கேட்பாள் கூட படிக்கும் பெண்களை பற்றி கேட்பாள். ஒன்றிரண்டு முறை சுயபோகத்தின் பொது fantasise பண்ணியது உறுத்தத்தான் செய்கிறது. இந்த சனியன் விடவே முடியவில்லை.   கல்யாணி சொன்ன அந்த வார்த்தைகள் என்னை சுற்றி சுற்றி வந்து கொண்டே இருந்தது  “நீ என்னுடன் பேசும்போதெல்லாம் மிகவும் சிரமப்படுகிறாய் எனத்தெரியும் ... உன் கண்கள் என் கழுத்துக்கு கீழ் உலவுவதை நீ மிகுந்த பிரயாசைப்பட்டு அடக்குவதை அறிகிறேன் கண்ணா  டோன்ட் வொர்ரி இயல்பாய் இரு  நீ தவிப்பதை நான் ரசித்திருக்கிறேன் இனி நான் என்ன நினைப்பேனோ என்ற கவலை படாதே ஓகே“  வியப்பாக இருந்தது இப்படி ஒரு அனுமதி உலகில் எவருக்கேனும் கிடைத்ததுண்டா ? கல்யாணி பாட்டி சோபாவில் இருந்தே உறங்குகிறாள். கல்யாணி சொன்ன அந்த வார்த்தைகள் என்னை சுற்றி சுற்றி வந்து கொண்டே இருந்தது. அவ்வாறு சொன்ன பிறகு அவள் cleavage பார்ப்பதில் சங்கடம் இருந்தது. காலேஜ் எப்படா முடியும் கல்யாணியுடன் பேசிக்கொண்டிருக்கலாம் என்றிருக்கும். என்ன கேட்டாலும் தயங்காமல் பேசுகிறாள். நிறைய கேள்வி கேட்பாள்  என் பதிலை உன்னிப்பாக கவனிப்பாள். தீவிரமான கேள்வி ஓன்று கேட்டுவிட்டு நீளமான பதிலை பாதியிலேயே கவனிக்காமல் அசையும் உதடுகளையே பார்த்துக்கொண்டிருந்தவனை சிரித்துக்கொண்டே பட்டென்று அறைந்தாள். சிறிது வலித்தாலும் நிரம்ப சுகம்.  ஒரு அழகான பெண்ணிடம் பேசிக்கொண்டிருப்பது இந்தனை போதைஊட்டும் செயலென்பது உணர்ந்தால் தான் தெரிகிறது. குரூப் ஸ்டடி ஹோம் staynu வந்திருந்த கிளாஸ் மேட்களுக்கு இப்படி பேச தெரிந்திருக்க வில்லை. ஒரு நாள் கேட்டேன்  “நீங்கள் ஏன் டீனேஜர்  போல என்னிடம் பேசுகிறீர்கள் உங்கள் வயசை மறக்க நினைக்கும் உத்தியா?”  “டீன்ஏஜ் எனஓன்று எனக்கு வாய்க்கவில்லை கண்ணா” சொன்ன குரலில் ஒரு டன் வருத்தம்.  அது எனக்கு இறந்த காலம் நான் வெட்கப்பட்டுக்கொண்டு தத்தியாய் திரிநததில்லை.  சின்ன வயசிலேயே உழைக்க வேண்டி இருந்தது. பேன்க் போஸ்ட் ஆபீஸ் EB பில் கட்டுவது எல்லாம் நான் தான்.பொறுப்புகள் என் இளமையை கொன்றுபோட்டது  “இத்தனை அழகாய் இருந்து கொண்டு காலேஜிலும் படித்து யாருமே உங்களை காதலிக்க வில்லையா?”  “எல்லோரும் காதலிக்க ஆசைப்பட்டார்கள் எனக்கும் ஒன்றுரெண்டு பேர் பிடிக்கும். ஆனால் யாருக்குமே எட்டாமல் பார்த்துக்கொண்டேன்”. எனக்கு ஆண்கள் எல்லோருமே அயோக்கியர்களாகவே தெரிந்தனர்  பணக்கார ஹீரோ ஒருவன் என்னை மடக்கி எல்லோரிடமும் பேரெடுக்க ஆசைபட்டான் நான் பயன்படுத்திக்கொண்டேன். கெஞ்சி கூத்தாடாமல் ஒரு புன்னகை கூட கொடுத்ததில்லை. லஞ்ச், நல்ல டிரஸ், ஸ்கூல் பீஸ் வாட்ச் என் அத்தனை செலவுகளையும் கவனித்துக்கொண்டான். அவன் ஈகோவை நான் கவனித்துக்கொண்டேன். இதை நான் சொல்லவேண்டாம் தான் ஆனால் உன்னிடம் சொல்ல தோனுகிறது.  “இது தப்பில்லையா?” “தப்புதான் கண்ணா” “ஒரு வகையில் வேசித்தனம் தான்”  தெரியாமல் செய்திருபீங்க இப்ப வருத்தம் இருக்கும் தானே.  தெரிஞ்சே தான் செய்தேன் எனக்கு பாதுகாப்பும் தேவைப்பட்டது.அவனுடையா ஆள் என்ற அடையாளம் எனக்கு மிகுந்த பாதுகாப்பை அளித்தது வேறு எவரும் வாலாட்ட நினைத்ததே இல்லை . தகப்பன் இல்லாது மூனு பொட்டபுள்ளைகள் வளர்வது ரொம்ப கஷ்டம் கண்ணா !  பின்னே அவனை காதலித்து கல்யாணம் பண்ணியிருக்கலாமே  காதல் என்பது 2+2=4 என்ற கணக்கில்லை கண்ணா. எனக்கு அவன் மேல் கொஞ்சமும் நம்பிக்கை இருந்தது இல்லை. சந்தர்பம் கிடைக்கும் போதெல்லாம் தொடுவான்   அவன் நண்பர்கள் என்னை பார்க்கும் விதத்தில் கண்ணியமே இருந்ததில்லை. எப்படியும் என்னை வீழ்த்தி விடலாம் என எண்ணி இருந்தான்.  இத்தனை செலவு செய்தவன் அடையாமல் விடுவானா? எப்படித்தான் முடிந்தது?  இனி மேலும் இவனை சமாளிக்க முடியாது என்றவுடன் மிக சாதுர்யமாக விலக முடிவு செய்தேன். கல்யாணத்தை பற்றி பேசினேன் அவன் குடும்பத்துக்கு அறிமுகபடுத்த வற்புறுத்தினேன் அவன் என்னை திருமணம் பண்ணாவிட்டால் சாவதை தவற வேற வழியில்லை என்றேன். போனில் வீட்டில் தெரிந்துவிட்டது என அழுதேன். கட் பண்ணிவைப்பவனுக்கு மேலும் மேலும் போன் பண்ணினேன்   நினைத்த படியே பயந்துவிட்டான் இந்த பெண் தன்னை வளைக்க பார்க்கிறாள் என்று நினைத்து விட்டான். பெண் அதிக ஆர்வம் காட்டினால் ஆண் விலகி ஓடி விடுவான்.  பிறகு அவன் தொந்தரவே இல்லையா?  இருந்தது காலேஜ் முடிந்த பிறகும் அப்பப்போ கால் பண்ணி பேசுவான் ஒருநாள் கோயிலுக்கே வந்து விட்டான். இன்னொருமுறை வீட்டு பக்கம் வந்தால் அவன் கொடுத்த கிfப்டு அத்தனையும் எடுத்துகிட்டு அவன் அப்பனிடம் போய் நான் முளுகாமலிப்பதாய் சொல்லிவிடுவேன்னேன்  அன்னைக்கு தொலைஞ்சவன் தான்  உன்னை சாரி உங்களை பார்த்தல் சில சமயம்  பயமா இருக்கு கல்யாணி.  எனக்கு கெடுதல் செய்யாத யாரையும் மனதாலும் வருத்தப்படுத்தியது இல்லை கண்ணா. என்னை மனம்வருந்த செய்த யாரையும் நான் கதரடிக்காமல் விட்டதுமில்லை  பொழுது போக்குக்கு காதலிப்பவர்களே இங்கு அதிகம்.  பெண்களை எளிதில் ஏமாற்றி விட நினைக்கிறார்கள் . அவனை நல்லவன்னு நினைச்சன்னு வயத்துல பிள்ளையும் வைச்சுட்டு கண்கலங்கற பொம்பிளைகள் மீது எனக்கு மிகுந்த கோபமுண்டு. தன்னை இழந்துவிட்டு என்னை எப்ப கல்யாணம் பண்ணிக்கிறேன்னு கேட்டு அலைவது பிசைஎடுப்பதர்கு சமம்  அதனால் தான் ஏதாவது கொடுத்தனுப்புங்கள் என்று பஞ்சாயத்து பண்ணுகிறார்கள் . ஒரு நாளில் தெரிந்துவிட வேண்டும் ஒருவனின் அகலட்சணம். உணர்ச்சி வசப்பட்டு உச்சஸ்தாயியில் பேசும் கல்யாணி கண்ணகி போல் தெரிந்தாள் முலையை  திருகி வீசினால் இப்போதும் மதுரை எரியும் போலத்தானிருன்தது.ஆனால் கோபம் மிகவும் ஞாயமாய் பட்டது.  வசதி இல்லாததால் தான் சக்திவேல் அங்கிளை கட்டிக்கிட்டீங்களா?  உங்கள் சக்திவேல்  அங்கிளை கட்டிக்கிட்டது கூட பிராயச்சித்தம் மாதிரிதான். உனக்கு மிகவும் மரியாதைக்குரிய பெரியவர் ஒருவருக்கு நான் கொடுத்துக்கொண்டிருக்கும் தண்டனையும். நான் சொல்வதை மட்டும் கேட்டுக்கொள் வேறெதையும் நான் சொல்ல மாட்டேன் உங்க அப்பா வந்து தயங்கி தயங்கித்தான் கேட்டார்  எங்கம்மாக்கே ஆச்சர்யம் நான் சரின்னு சொன்னது.  சக்திவேல் அங்கிள் அப்பாவின் தாய்மாமனின்  ஒரே  மகன். அந்த  தாய் மாமனின் தயவில் தான் அப்பா படித்தாராம். கல்யாணியின் பக்கத்து வீடு. படிப்பும் ஏறல ஊதாரியாய் கெட்ட சகவாசங்களோடு சுற்றித்திரிந்தவருக்கு அப்பா தான் இந்த எலெக்ட்ரிக் கடை வைத்து கொடுத்திருக்கிறார். குஜராத்திலிருந்து சரக்கு அனுப்புகிறார் தெரிந்த நண்பர்களிடம் சொல்லி வாங்க வைக்கிறார். வியாபாரத்தை பிடித்துக்கொண்ட அங்கிள் பிசினெஸ் பிசினெஸ் என்று எப்போதுமே பிஸியாக இருக்கிறார். குண்டாகிகொண்டே பொய் ஒருநாள் வெடிக்கத்தான் போகிறார்  “சக்திவேல் அங்கிளுடன் நீங்கள் சந்தோஷமாக இல்லையா?”  “அப்படி சொல்வதற்கில்லை”  இது என்ன பதில் என கண்ணன் ஆச்சரியப்பட்டான்.  எப்பவும் பிஸியாக இருக்கிறார் நான் இருப்பதை பெரிதாக கொண்டாட வில்லை என்றாலும் என்னை எதற்கும் நிற்பந்தப்படுத்துவது இல்லை. தினமும் லேட்டாக வருவார் சீக்கிரம் பொய் விடுவார்.   எதிலும் அவசரம் தினமும் நிறைய குடிக்கிறார் சரசம் நடக்கிறது தூக்க மாத்திரை போடுவது போல... உடம்பு ரொம்ப பெருத்துவிட்டது மிகுந்த சிரமப்படுகிறார். அத்தனைக்கும் என் உதவி தேவைப்படுகிறது. நிறைய உண்கிறார் எந்த ரசிப்பும் இல்லாமல். “அன்பாக இல்லையா?” அன்பென்று எதை சொல்கிறாய். எனக்கு நிறைய செலவு செய்கிறார். என்குடும்பத்துக்கு செலவு செய்ய அனுமதிக்கிறார். கடை வரவு செலவு சேமிப்பு இன்சூரன்ஸ் பிரிமியம் லோன் அடைப்பு அத்தனையும் நான் தான் பார்த்துக்கொள்கிறேன். ஒருவாரம் கடையை பார்த்துக்கொள்ள சொல்லி விட்டு தாய்லாந்து போய்விடுவார்.  “உங்களை வெளியே  எங்கேயும் கூட்டி போயி  பார்க்கலியே”  கடை போக தூங்குவதர்க்கு தான் நேரம் சரியாக இருக்கிறது. ஆனால் நான் எங்கு போவதற்கும் தடையில்லை. ஒரு வாரம் அம்மா வீட்டிற்கு போனாலும் சரி கேள்வியில்லை.  “அப்ப ஜாலி தானே”  ஒரு பெண்ணுக்கு சந்தோசம் இதிலெல்லாம் இல்லை. நானே சமைத்து தானே உண்ணுவது கொடுமை. எனக்குள் நிறைய ஆசைகள் இருந்தன நிறைவேறாது என்று தெரிந்ததும் இந்த வாழ்க்கைக்கு பழக்கப்படுத்திக்கொண்டேன் என்னுடைய உற்சாகம் கொந்தளிக்கும் சந்தோசம் கலகலப்பு எல்லாமே எனக்கு நானே இட்டுக்கொள்ளும் முகமூடி கண்ணா  ஆனால் உள்ளுக்குள் ஒரு சிறு குழந்தையாய் மனசு அழுதுகொண்டே இருக்கிறது. சீக்கிரம் பைத்தியம் பிடித்து விடும் என்று தான் நினைத்திருந்தேன் நல்ல வேளை நீ வந்தாய்  ஒரு பெண்ணுக்கு சந்தோசம் வேறெதில் என்று கேட்க நினைத்தான் கேட்கவில்லை  கண்ணன் பேச்சை மாற்ற ஆசைப்பட்டான்  “யாரந்த பெரியவர் ? என்ன தண்டனை ? எதற்கு தண்டனை ? “  “அது தான் சொன்னேனே இப்போதைக்கு சொல்ல மாட்டேன் என்று”  “எப்போதாவது சொல்வீர்களா அல்லது சொல்லவே போறதில்லையா?”  “சொல்லலாம் சொல்லாமலும் போகலாம்”  இந்த பிடிவாதம் மட்டும் எனக்கு கொஞ்சம் பிடிப்பதில்லை  நீ சின்ன பிள்ளை வாழ்கையின் சூட்சுமங்கலும் மனிதர்களின் வக்கிரங்களும் உனக்கு புரியாது கண்ணா . பல்லை கடித்து கொண்டு புன்சிரிப்பதும் மனதில் அயோக்கியன் என்று தெரிந்தவனை மகானாய் நமஸ்கரிக்கவும் மிகுந்த பக்குவம் வேண்டும்.   “எங்கப்பா நல்ல மனிதர் தானே கல்யானி”  என்ன இப்படி கேட்டு விட்டாய் அவர் பண்பால் உயர்ந்த மனிதர் அப்பாடாவென்றிருன்தது. அவரில்லை. முகபாவனை உண்மை சொல்வதய்பட்டது. எப்படியாவது கேட்டு அது யாரென்று தெரியாவிட்டால் மண்டை உடைந்து விடும் போலிருந்தது.   - தொடரும்- வெளியில் மழை 3 ஒரு மழைநாளில் கம்ப்யுட்டரில் சில பலான படம் பார்த்துக்கொண்டே என்னுடன் விளையாடி கொண்டிருந்தேன்.கல்யாணி கையில் டீயும் வடையும் கொண்டு திடீரென்று வந்து விடுவாள் என நினைத்திருக்கவில்லை.   வெளியில் மழை தத்து பித்தென உளறிக்கொட்டினேன். ஒன்றுமே நடக்காதது போல அதற்கும் புன்னகை தான் ஒரு வேளை கவனிக்க வில்லையோவென நினைத்தாலும் முகம் ஏன் சிவத்து விட்டது என்ற கேள்விக்கு விடையில்லை. இனிமேல் கதவை பூட்ட வேண்டும் கதவை பூட்டுவது குதிருக்குள் இல்லை என்பது போல் காட்டிக்கொடுத்துவிடும்.   தனக்கும் ஒரு காப்பி எடுத்துக்கொண்டு வந்தமர்ந்தாள்   “எந்த வயசுல இருந்து இந்த பழக்கம் கண்ணா?”   எனக்கு பதில் சொல்வதில் மிகுந்த தயக்கமிருந்தது.   “கூச்சபபாடதே  ஒரு நண்பனிடம் சொல்வது போல சொல் உன்னிடம் நான் என்னவெல்லாம் சொல்லி இருக்கிறேன்“   “நான் நைந்திலே ஆரம்பிச்சுட்டேன்”   “யார் சொல்லி கொடுத்தா”   “இதெல்லாம் யாராவது சொல்லியா கொடுப்பா .நானே தான் கண்டு பிடிச்சேன்”   எய்திலே பசங்கல்லாம் கேப்பாங்க ஆனா அப்போ தெரியாது. பிடித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தால் சுகமாக இருந்திருக்கிறது.பெருசாக்கி பார்ப்பதே ஒரு சந்தோஷமாக இருக்கும்.   “அவ்வாறு செய்யும்போது ஏதாவது கற்பனையாக நினைத்துக்கொள்ள வேண்டுமல்லவா ?  நீ என்ன நினைத்துக்கொள்வாய்”   “இப்படி எல்லாம் கேட்டு என்னை சங்கடப்படுத்த வேண்டாம் ப்ளீஸ்”   சமீப காலங்களில் கல்யாணியே தன கனவின் நாயகி என்பதை சொல்லத்தான் முடியுமா என்ன ! என்னென்ன காரியங்கள் மனதில் செய்தாகி விட்டது. அத்தனையும் தெரிந்தால் எதிரே உட்கார்ந்து இப்படி சீரியசாய் பேசிட்டிருக்குமா.   “ஒரு வேளை சில நேரங்களில் என்னையும் அப்படி நினைப்பியோ”   மனதை படிக்கும் இவள் மிகவும் டேஞ்சர். இப்படியும் ஒரு பெண் கேட்பாளா? இல்லை என்று தீவிரமாக தலையாட்டினேன்    நீ இத்தனை தீவிரமாக மறுப்பதிலேயே தெரிகிறது அது உண்மை என்று  உன் கனவுகளுக்கு நீ தான் அதிபதி நான் ஒன்றும் உன்னை கட்டுபடுத்த இயலாது இந்த புற ஈர்புகளைஎல்லாம் தாண்டி வந்து நீ என்னிடம் மனம் விட்டு பேச ஆசைப்படுகிறேன் கண்ணா,  ஓன்று மட்டும் ஞாபகம் வைத்துக்கொள் என் கட்டை வேகும் வரை வேறாரிடமும் சொல்ல மாட்டேன். நீ என்னிடமும் அப்படி இருக்க வேண்டும். சில ரகசியங்கள் என்னில் கரைக்க முடியாமல் என்னை வருத்துகிறது யாரிடமாவது சொல்ல வில்லை என்றால் பயித்தியம் பிடித்துவிடும் போல ஒரே மன அழுத்தம். பொன்னம்மாவிடம் சொல்லப்போயி அவள் கதையை கேட்டு அரண்டு போனது தான் மிச்சம.   “உனக்கு என்னை பிடிக்கும் தானே”   “ரொம்ப”   “ரொம்பன்னா”   “வந்தால் கூட்டிட்டு எங்காவது ஓடிப்போயிடலாம்னு கூட தோன்றும் மனத்தால் இத்தனை துன்பப்பட்ட பெண்ணை ஆறுதலாக தோழியாக சீராட்ட மனம் விரும்புவதை தடுக்க இயலவில்லை” கண்கள் கலங்கி விட்டன   எதோ உணர்ச்சிவசப்பட்டு விட்டாய் எனத்தெரிகிறது. சுதாரித்துக்கொள்.. எனக்கு உன்னை ரொம்ப பிடிக்கும் என் டீனஏஜ் நாட்களில் உன்னைப்போல் ஒரு காதலன் இருந்திருக்க கூடாதா என்ற ஏக்கம் உண்டு தான். ஆனால் நான் நிம்மதியாக இருக்கிறேன் அந்த எண்ணெங்கள் எதுவும் இல்லை. நான் உன்னைவிட எட்டு வயது பெரியவள் உனக்கு அத்தை முறை. முறையெல்லாம் மனிதன் ஏற்படுத்தியது தான் ஆதி மனிதனுக்கு முறையுமில்லை வயதுமில்லை.   நன்றாக பேச கற்றுக்கொண்டாய்    எனக்கு பேச கற்றுக்கொடுத்தவள் நீ,  நீயே என் குரு, என் கட்டை விரல் வேண்டுமா ?   மௌனம் அங்கு விசித்திரமாக நிலவியது    "அழகு சுந்தரி உன்னை ஆழ போகிறேன்  அந்த ஆதி மனிதனாய் நானும் மாறப்போகிறேன்"    அழகான குரலில் கல்யாணி பாடிக்காட்டினாள். அவள் என்ன செய்தாலும் அழகாய் தெரிவது என் மனக்கோட்டி  .     ரொம்ப அசிங்கமான பாட்டு   அசிங்கம் நம் நினைப்பில் தானிருக்கிறது  கண்ணா. எனக்கு பாட்டு கத்துக்கணும்னு ஆசை இருந்தது. பாட்டு டீச்சர் வீட்டுக்கு வா பீஸ் இல்லாமல் சொல்லி தருகிறேன் என்றார் வீட்டில் விட வில்லை. அந்த  சம்பவம் தெரிந்த பிறகு அம்மாவிற்கு ஆண்கள் மேல் நம்பிக்கை போய்விட்டது.   “எந்த சம்பவம்?”   சில நிமிட யோசனைக்குப்பின் கல்யாணி சொன்னது பேரிடியாக என்னை தாக்கியது   உங்க தத்தா அதாவது என் தற்போதைய மாமனார் என்னிடம் அத்துமீறி நடந்து கொண்டு விட்டார்   என்ன நடந்தது என்று கேட்காதே இன்னொரு நாள் கூறுகிறேன்   அன்றொருநாள் கல்யாணி சொன்னது ஞாபகம் வந்தது   நீ சின்ன பிள்ளை வாழ்கையின் சூட்சுமங்கலும் மனிதர்களின் வக்கிரங்களும் உனக்கு புரியாது கண்ணா . பல்லை கடித்து கொண்டு புன்சிரிப்பதும் மனதில் அயோக்கியன் என்று தெரிந்தவனை மகானாய் நமஸ்கரிக்கவும் மிகுந்த பக்குவம் வேண்டும்.   எவரையும் இந்த உலகத்தில் நம்ப முடியவில்லை கல்யாணி. நெற்றி நிறைய பட்டையும் எந்நேரமும் பூஜையுமாக இருக்கும் ரிடயர்ட் ஆன தலைமை ஆசிரியர் தாத்தாவா இப்படி   உன்னை எதிர்கொள்ளும் போதெல்லாம் ஒடுங்கிகொள்ளும், எவ்வளவு அடக்க ஒடுக்கமாக வந்து போகிறாள் பொன்னம்மா அவள் ஒரு தொழில்காரி என்றால் நம்புவாயா? ஒருத்தனை நம்பி ஓடிப்போய் அவன் நட்டாத்தில் விட்ட  அவள் கதையை கேட்டு ரொம்ப வருத்தபப்டிருக்கிறேன். அவள் என் நெருங்கிய தோழி . எனக்கும்  அவளுக்கும் ஒரு ரகசிய உடன்பாடிருக்கிறது என்னுடைய  பூரிப்புக்கு அவளும்  ஒரு காரணம்.   உன்னை பற்றியும் பேசி இருக்கிறேன் ஒரு நாள் போய்வா  பெண்ணுடம்பு இவ்வளவு தானான்னு ஆயிரும்.  அனாவசிய கற்பனையும் மன அலைச்சலும் குறையும். பிறகு என்மேல் உள்ள கிறக்கம் கொஞ்சம் குறையாலாம் , என்னை பிடிக்காமலும் போகலாம். முதல் தடவை 4. போவோம் போகவேண்டாம் என மனதுக்குள்ளே போரிட்டு போய்த்தான் பாப்போம் என்று தயங்கியபடியே போய்விட்டிருந்தான். வெளி மனுசர் யாருக்கும் தெரியாம பத்துகிறது நான் கியாரண்டின்னு பொன்னம்மா சொன்னதை நம்பி வந்தாகி விட்டது . நாம் இத்தனை கேவலமான ஆளா என்று மனசாட்சி வேற அவனில் பிரிந்து நின்று காரி துப்பிக்கொண்டே இருந்தது எத்தனை நடந்தும் காமமே வென்றது ...  "பொன்னம்மா "   என்குரல் எனக்கே பரிச்சமில்லாத்தது போலிருந்தது. உடம்பு முழுவதும் ஒரு இனம் புரியாத எதிர்பார்ப்பு. எத்தனை அடக்கியும் விண்னிட்டிருந்தது என் உணர்சிகள்.  “வா கண்ணா”  கையை பிடித்து அவனை உள்ளே அளைத்த பொன்னம்மா செருப்பை உள்ள எடுத்து போட்டாள். உள்ளே ஒரு பெண் அவசரமாக பௌடர் போட்டு சாரியை சரி செய்து கொண்டிருந்தாள்.  “இது தான் நான் சொல்லல ... மஞ்சுளா “  “யே உன்னை தான் புள்ள தம்பிய ரூமுக்கு கூட்டிட்டு போ” “தம்பி ரொம்ப கூச்ச சுபாவம். எல்லாம் பொறுமையா சொல்லிகொடு என்ன.  மஞ்சுளா அப்பிடி இப்படி போற புள்ள இல்ல தம்பி நான்தான் பேசி சரி பண்ணி இருக்கேன் ஒரு நா கொத்த வேலையிலே என்னடி கிடைக்கும்  தம்பிய மட்டும் சந்தோஷப்படுத்து அள்ளிக்கொடுப்பருன்னு.  காசு வாங்கிவிட்டு பொன்னம்மா டீ வாங்கப்பொனாள்.  மஞ்சுளா அவனை அழைத்துப்போய் அங்கிருந்த அழுக்கு கட்டிலில் உட்காரச்சொன்னாள். பேண்டை கழட்டிவிட்டு லுங்கி மாற்ற சொன்னாள். தயக்கமாக இருந்தது. உடம்பெல்லாம் காய்ச்சல் வந்தது போல சூடு. திரும்பி ஓடி விடலாமா என்றஎண்ணம்.  ஒன்னும் பயப்பட வேண்டாம்... இது கொலைகுற்றம் ஒன்றுமில்லை “எனக்கு பழக்கமில்லை“ கவலைப்படாதே நான் இருக்கிறேன் என்றாள் சிறிது நெருங்கி உட்கார்ந்தாள் அவள் கால் அவன் காலில் உரசியது. உடலெங்கும்  மின்சாரம் ஜெர்க்  மாராப்பை கீழே நழுவ விட்டாள்  அவக்கு நேரடியாக பார்க்க சங்கோஜம் உடம்பு வியர்பாய் வியக்கிறது. புடவை தலைப்பால் துடைத்து விட்டாள் லேசாகப்பர்த்தான். மெல்லிய உருவம் சின்ன மார்புகள் இரண்டு கருப்படிகளை ஒட்டி வைத்தது போல இரண்டுக்கும் நடுவில் ரெண்டு விரக்கடை gap படங்களில் பார்ப்பது போலில்லை cleavage என்று ஒன்று இருக்கவில்லை.  “எவ்வளவு  நேரம் பாத்துட்டு இருப்பே  சும்மா தொட்டு பாரு”  தயங்கி தொட்டு பார்த்தான்  கிண்ணென்று இருந்தது வேலை செய்யும் உடம்பு  சிறிது தைரியம் வந்தது போல இருந்தது. பேசிக்கொண்டே லுங்கி மேல் கைவைத்தாள் அவனுக்கு இப்போவே எதாவது ஆகிவிடும் போலிருந்தது.  பொன்னம்மா டீயும் முட்டை போண்டாவும் வாங்கி வந்தாள்  “என்ன இன்னும் ஒன்னும் ஆரம்பிக்கலையா?” என்றாள் அவனுக்கு அவள் கண்ணை காண கூசமாக இருந்தது. பொன்னம்மா மார்புகள்  பெருதாக இருந்தது ரவிக்கை மேல பிதுங்கி தெரிந்தது.  "இல்லக்கா தம்பி ரொம்ப வெக்க படுது, சின்னது செய்து அனுப்பிரட்டா?  “ஆமா அதுக்கு நீ வேணுமாக்கும், நானே செய்து விட்டுருப்பேனே”  “டேஸ்டு காட்டி உடுவியா பேசிக்கிட்டு”  பொன்னம்மா கதவை சாத்தி தாளிட்டுவிட்டு வெளியே போனாள்  மஞ்சுளாவுக்கு எப்போதும் இல்லாத புது அனுபவமாக இருந்தது அவனை மெல்ல படுக்கையில் சாய்த்தாள. சீக்கிரம்  முடித்து அனுப்பிவிட எண்ணி உடனே வழி கொடுக்கத் தொடங்கினாள். அவன் அதைத் தாண்டி அவளது உடலைப் பார்க்கும் ஆவல் பெருகியவனாய்த் தீவிரம் தெறிக்கும் முகத்துடன் வியர்வை சொட்டப் பொத்தான்களை விடுவித்து அவள் மார்புகளைப் பார்த்தான். சின்ன முலையில் காம்புகள் குத்திட்டு இருந்தன  அவன் கைகளை எடுத்து அதன் மேல் வைத்தாள் அவனை தொட்டுப்பார்த்தாள் சராசரிக்கும் பெரிதான திண்மை அவளை உற்சாகப்படுத்தியது. அவள் அவன் குறியைப் பிடித்துத் தனக்குள் சேர்த்தபோது பொருட்படுத்தாதவனாய் அவள் மார்புகளைத் தடவிப் பார்த்தான். நினைவில் பதிய வைத்துக்கொள்வதுபோல் உற்றுப் பார்த்துக்கொண்டிருந்தான். சின்ன மார்புகள் அவன் கையில் மாவாய்  பிசையப்பட்டன அது அவன் காமத்தைப் பெருக்கியது. மாமிசம் கவ்வும் விலங்கைப்போலச் சட்டெனக் குனிந்து சுவைத்தான். அத்தனை தயக்கமும் போய்விட்டிருந்தது. அவன் கட்டுப்படுத்த முடியாதவனாய் இயங்க ஆரம்பித்தான். அவனே பொருத்திக் கொண்டு இயங்கத் தொடங்கினான். குறி இறுக்கத்தை விரும்பித் தளர்வாக அணுக விடாமல் லேசாகத் தொடைகளை இணைத்து அவள் இறுக்கம் காட்டினாள். அவன் குறி அழுத்தத்துடனும் இறுக்கத்துடனும் செல்வதை இருவரும் உணர்ந்தார்கள். அவன் அவள் மார்புகளைப் பிடித்தவாறே இயங்கினான். நான்கைந்து உந்தல்களிலேயே உச்சம் வந்தவனாய்த் தடுமாறி அவள் மேல்கவிழ்ந்தான். அவள் யூகித்தது சரிதான்.  “இதுதான் முதல் தடவையா?” என்றாள். அவன் சிரித்துக் கொண்டே தலையாட்டினான்.  “பொய் சொல்லாதே” என்றாள். அவள் தலையில் அடித்துச் சத்தியம் செய்தான்.  “இன்னொரு முறை வேண்டுமானால் செய்துகொள் என்றாள். அவன் போதும் என்று கூறிக் கூச்சத்துடன் நெளிந்தான். சில வினாடிகளில் அவனை தயார் செய்தாள். அவனைச் சட்டென மேலேற்றி இயங்கக் கூட்டினாள். ஆவேசப்பட்ட இயக்கத்தில் உற்சாகமாய் இயங்கினான். மார்புகள் மீதான அவன் ஈர்ப்பு மட்டும் குறையவே இல்லை. அதை குனிந்து சுவைக்கையில் ஒன்றிரண்டு தாளம் தெற்றிப்பொயிற்று.அவள் அவன் உடலைப் பிடித்து நிதானமாக இயக்கத்தைச் சீராக்கினாள். அவனும் அவ்வாறே இயங்கினான். உந்தல்கள் உற்சாகமாக  நடந்தேறின இருவருக்குமான திருப்தியில் இருவரும் கட்டிப் பிடித்துக்கொண்டார்கள்.  மஞ்சுளாவுக்கு இத்தனை திருப்தியாய் இணைந்ததே இல்லை என தோன்றியது, இதை அவனும் இரண்டாம் உடலுறவின் போது உணர்ந்திருந்தான். இவனுக்கு வேண்டுமோ இல்லையோ எனக்கு இவன் வேண்டும் என மஞ்சுளா கணக்கிட்டாள். களைத்துச் சரிந்தவனை உடலெங்கும் தடவிக்கொடுத்தாள். திரும்பி எப்ப வருவேன்னு ஆவலுடன் கேட்டாள். டீயும் முட்டை போண்டாவும் ஆறி அனந்து கொண்டிருன்தது   களவையும் கற்று மாற 5.   “என்ன கண்ணா  அசத்திட்டே போலிருக்கே“  “எதை சொல்றீங்க கல்யாணி””  “நேற்றைய அனுபவத்தை சொன்னேன்””  அனுபவம் தான். நினைத்தே பார்க்க முடியவில்லை நானா இப்படி செய்துவிட்டேன். நினைக்க  கிளுகிளுப்பாக  இருந்தாலும்  ஏனோ  மீண்டும் செல்ல வேண்டும் என தோணவில்லை யோசிப்பதற்குள் எல்லாம் நடந்தேறி விட்டது. புத்தகங்களில் முதல் அனுபவம் தெரிந்த உறவினர்களுடனும் வேலைக்கரியுடனுமாக நிறைய படித்தாகி விட்டது. அதெல்லாம் வெறும் கற்பனை என்றே நினைத்திருந்தான் தனக்கும் அவ்வாறு நடக்கும் வரை.   “ரெண்டு ரௌண்டாமே” கேட்ட கல்யாணியின் பொத்துக்கொண்டு வந்த சிரிப்பை பார்க்க எரிச்சலாக வந்தது. இவங்களுக்கெப்படி தெரியும்,யார் சொன்னது “மஞ்சு தான் சொன்னா,நெஞ்செல்லாம் வலிக்குதாம்” “மஞ்சுவை தெரியுமா” “தெரியுமா_வா ! பொன்னம்மாவுக்கு லீவு வேணும்னா மஞ்சு தானே வேலைக்கு வருவா” “இந்த நாலு மாசத்துல பார்த்ததே இல்லையே” “இருந்தா அவ்வளவு தூரம் போயிருக்க வேண்டாம்னு பாக்கிறியா?” “சும்மா கிண்டல் பண்ணாதீங்க கல்யாணி” இப்ப பொன்னம்மா மஞ்சு இவங்க மூஞ்சில எப்படி முளிக்கிறதுன்னு கவலைப்பட்டுட்டு இருக்கேன் நீங்க வேற... கவலையை விடு கண்ணா களவையும் கற்று மாற அதுபோல கலவியும் தான் கவித!! “என்னமோ நான்தான் உன்னை கெடுத்துட்டெங்கிற மாதிரி கோவிச்சுக்கிற” இன்னிக்கு ஸ்பெசலா காபி எடுத்துட்டு வாரேன் பிறகு பேசலாம். இவள் குதூகுலம் பாருங்கள் கூட படிக்கிற பசங்க தோற்றான். என்னை வச்சி எதோ காமடி பண்ணுகிறாளோ என்னமோ. சூடாக காபி குடித்ததும் பதட்டம் குறைந்தது மாதிரி இருந்தது முறுக்கும் மிக்சரும்... கல்யாணி கட்டியிருந்த சாரி பளிச்சின்னு இருந்தது. மெல்லிதாகவும் இருந்தது. ஊடுருவிப்பார்க்க ஏதுவாக இருந்தது. மஞ்சுவின் சின்ன கச்சிதமான வேலை செய்து திடமான  மார்பகங்கள் ஞாபகத்துக்கு வந்தது. இங்கே இடைவெளி இல்லாமல் ஒன்றை ஓன்று நெருக்கிக்கொண்டு சிறிது வெளியே தழும்பி. இதெங்கே அதெங்கே என்ற comparison வந்து தொலைத்தது. உடலோடு சேர்ந்து மனமும் கேட்டு போச்சோ என்னவோ.   “இப்படி ஒரு ஐடியா ஏன் கொடுத்தீங்க கல்யாணி”  நீ ஒரு நாளைக்கு எவ்வளவு நேரம் கம்ப்யூட்டரில் செலவிடுகிறாய். நான் வரும்போதேல்லாம் திரை மறைவு செய்கிறாய்  என் கண்ணை பார்க்க திணறுகிறாய் உன் படுக்கையின் கீழே பலான படப்புத்தகம் பலதும் பார்த்ததாய் பொன்னம்மா சொன்னாள். எங்கோ பார்ப்பது போல அவள் மாரை பார்ப்பதை சொன்னாள். துவைக்கும் உன் உடைகளில் பப்பாளி மணமும் சில பல கறைகளிருப்பதையும் சொன்னாள். நேரே பார்த்துவிட்டால் இவ்வளவு தானான்னு ஆயிரம்னு நினைச்சேன். இரவு பன்னிரண்டு ஒரு மணிக்கும் online ல் பார்கிறேன். உன் படிப்பில் கவனம் சிதறுவது சரியில்லை கண்ணா  அடுத்த வாரம் உன் அம்மா அப்பா வருகிறார்கள். காலேஜ் ரிப்போர்ட் ஒழுங்காய் இருக்கும் என நம்புகிறேன்   என்ன சொல்வதென்றே தெரியவில்லை. இனிமேல் ருசிகண்ட பூனையாய் மனம் ஒருநிலை ப்படாமல் அல்லாட வேண்டியது தானோ என்ன எழவோ. எதோ ஒரு குற்ற உணர்வு நெஞ்சை அடைத்தது. ஏன் தனக்கு மட்டும் இவ்வாறு நடக்கிறது அதீத காம உணர்வுகள் துன்புறுத்துகிறது. தினமும் சுய இன்பம் செய்வதும், பின்பு ஏன் செய்தோமென வருந்துவதும் ... தன் சுரப்பிகளில் ஏதேனும் கோளாறோ என மனது அலைக்கழிந்தது.  "என்னை எனக்கு தெரியாமல் கண்காணிக்கிறீர்களா என்ன"  “உனக்கு தெரியாமல் என்ன, தெரிந்து தான். உனக்கு இரண்டு facebook Profile இருப்பது தெரியும் அதில் ஒன்றை நீ எதற்காக பயன்படுத்துகிறாய் எனத்தெரியும். நீ என்ன படங்களை பார்க்கிறாய் எனத்தெரியும்  என்ன படங்களை சேமித்து வைத்திருக்கிறாய் எனத்தெரியும் அந்த படங்களில் நீ செய்திருக்கும் திருத்தங்கள் தெரியும் அதில் ஒன்றிரண்டு மார்தளும்பும் படங்களில் என்முகத்தை சேர்திருப்பது தெரியும் நான் உனக்கு facebookla  கூட friend தான் உன் கூட Chat நிறைய பண்ணி இருக்கிறேனே”.  இதென்ன புதுக்கரடி இவள் அபாயகரமானவள். கண்ணன் குளம்பி போனான். கல்யாணி என்ற பெயரில் யாரும் என் நட்புவட்டத்தில் இல்லை. பெண்களை தேடி தேடி சேர்த்து நண்பிகளாக  வைத்திருக்கிறோம் . மன வக்கிரங்களை மறைத்தே வைத்திருக்கிறோம், அங்கெ சுத்தி இங்கே சுத்தி maintopic எடுத்தால் ஓடிவிடுகிறார்கள். ஒன்றிரண்டு பேர் unfreind பண்ணியவர்களும் உண்டு.    வலைதளங்களில் ஆண்கள் வேட்டைசுராக்கள் போல அலைகிறார்கள் பெண் பெயரிலும் நிறைய ஆண்கள். பெண் படத்தை புரோபைலில் போட்டுவிட்டு  லெஸ்பியன்கள் மட்டும் என வலை வீசுகிறார்கள். அபூர்வமாக தென்படும் பெண்களுக்கு பெரிய டிமாண்ட். தைரியமாக கலாய்க்கும் சில பெண்களும் உண்டு. இதில் யார் கல்யாணி   இந்தக்கால பெண்களுக்கு தைரியம் கூடிவிட்டது. அட்டகாசமா இருக்கண்டீ என்பது போன்ற கமெண்டுகள் அடிக்கிறார்கள் கண்ணைப்பர்த்தால் தைரியமாக உத்துப்பர்கிரார்கள். நீங்கள் மட்டும் தான் செய்வீர்களா என தம்மடிக்கிறார்கள்.  “ஒத்துக்கிறேன் ஒத்திக்கிறேன் ஒன்னோட பாப்பாவை பெத்துக்கிறேண்டா ...  என்பது போன்ற பாடல்களை கூசாமல் பாடுகிறார்கள். ஹாஸ்டலில் பெண்பிள்ளைகள் ஒருவரை ஒருவர் முத்தமிட்டுக்கொண்டும் மாரைப்பிடித்து விளையாடியும் படமெடுத்து போடுகிறார்கள். முகம் தெரியாமல் தன்னையே படம் எடுத்து போடுபவர்களும் இருக்கத்தான் செய்கிறார்கள்.  டிஜிட்டல் காமெரா வந்தது எத்தனை மாற்றங்களை செய்து விட்டது காய்கறி வாங்க குனியும் பெண்களின் முலைகளை, வேலை செய்யும் பெண்களின் விலகிய சேலை ஊடாக தெரியும் மேடுகளை,பஸ்ஸில் பக்கவாட்டில் தெரியும் மார்பகங்களை எளிதாக யாருக்கும் தெரியாமல் படம் பிடித்து விடுகிறார்கள்.  இன்டர்நெட்டில் எல்லாம் காட்டும் பெண்களை விட இப்படிப்பட்ட படங்கள் கண்ணனை வெகுவாக கவர்ந்தன. பல  நாட்களுக்கு தன்னை ஆசுவாசப்படுத்திக்கொள்ள உதவியிருக்கிறது. தரவிறக்கம் செய்யும் வெளிநாட்டு படங்கள் அலுப்பை தந்தன. ஆரம்பத்திலேயே அத்தனையும் கழற்றி விட்டு ஒன்றும் இரண்டும் ஒரு கூட்டமாயும் புணரும் படங்கள் கண்ணனுக்கு எப்போதுமே அருவருப்பையே தந்திருக்கிறது. முடிவே இல்லாமல் இயங்கிக்கொண்டிருப்பது ஒரு அயர்வை தந்து விடுகிறது. அதீதமாக அவர்கள் எழுப்பும் சப்தங்களில் ஒரு போலித்தன்மை இருக்கிறதாய் படும்.  இந்த மாதிரி தெரிந்தும் தெரியாமலும் மாயம் காட்டும் படங்களை பார்த்துக்கொண்டே அதீத கற்பனையில் சுய இன்பம் செய்திருக்கிறான். தளர்வாக தெரியும் மார்பகங்களை உயர்த்தியிருக்கிறான். சின்ன முலைகளை பரிதாபப்பட்டு பெரிதாக்கியிருக்கிறான். யாரோ கட்டான உடலும் கணிசமான மாரும் உள்ள பெண்களின் உடம்புக்கு நம்மூர் குண்டு கனவுக்கன்னியின் கவர்ச்சியான முகத்தை இணைத்திருக்கிறான்.  ஒன்றிரண்டு பேருடன் அசிங்க அசிங்கமாக சாட் பண்ணியிருக்கிறேன். இவர்களில் யாராவது கல்யனியாய் இருந்தால் கடவுளே நான் என்ன செய்வேன் கண்ணனுக்கு படபடப்பாக இருந்தது. என்ன இருந்தாலும் It is too much. மிகவும் பிடித்துப்போன பெண்ணொருத்தியின் முகத்தில் கல்யாணியின் முகம் இட்டது மிகப்பெரிய தவறு. பரபரப்புடன் அந்த படங்களை சேவித்தான் உடனே அழித்தான்.  I am sorry, very very sorry  “வாட் இச் யுவர் நிக் நேம்”  “நான் சொல்லமாட்டேன் நீயே கண்டுபிடித்துக்கொள்” என்று சொல்லி எழுந்து போயி விட்டாள்.  I know it is you kalyaani ன்னு சந்தேகப்பட்ட எல்லா பெண்ணுக்கும் மெசேஜ் அனுப்பிபார்த்தும் பிரயோஜனம் இல்லை. என்னை லூசு என் நினைத்திருப்பர்கள் ஒருவேளை போட்டு வாங்குகிறாளோ.  ஒரு நாட்டி பெண் என்ற ஐடியுடன் நிறைய சாட் பண்ணியது நினைவுக்கு வந்தது. வழமையாக இல்லாமல் நிறைய கேள்விகள் கேட்டு அவனிடம் சிக்கலான பதில்களை பெற்ற பெண் ஒரு வேளை கல்யாணியாக இருக்குமோ கண்ணனுக்கு வேர்த்திருந்தது.  அம்மா அப்பா 6.   அம்மா அப்பா தங்கை வந்திருந்தனர் கல்யாணி முன்சென்று வரவேற்றாள் முழுக்கை பிளவுஸ் அணிந்து கெட்டி சாரியுமாக அடக்க ஒடுக்கமாக முற்றிலும் மாறி காணப்பட்டாள்.  "எப்படிம்மா இருக்கே"  "மாப்பிள்ளை நல்லா பாத்துக்கிறானா"  ம் ... என்றாள். பலமாக தலையாட்டினாள்.  ஏர்போர்டில் இருந்து வந்த லக்கேஜை அடுக்கி, காபி கொடுத்து, பம்பரமாக சுழன்ற்றுகொண்டிருந்தாள் கல்யாணி. பாட்டி அப்பாவிடம் அவளைப்பற்றி சிலாகித்து என்பிள்ளை மாதிரி பாத்துக்கிடராடான்னு பெருமைப்பட்டாள். அம்மாவும் வேலைக்கு போவது பாட்டிக்கு ஏற்புடையதாக  இல்லை. அப்பா அவள் தன செலேக்ஷனாகும் என பீத்திக்கொண்டார். கண்ணன் ஒருவன் இருப்பதை மறந்தே விட்டிருந்தாள்.  சுசீ வந்ததும் சண்டையை ஆரம்பித்து விட்டாள்  கம்ப்யூட்டர் அவளுடையதாயிற்று. நல்ல வேளை எல்லா பலான விஷயங்களையும் அகற்றி விட்டிருந்தான்.  காலேஜுக்கு கிளம்பினான் அம்மா அப்பாவிடம் சொல்லிக்கேட்டது என்னங்க ஒரு வருஷத்துல பெரிய பிள்ளையா தெரியறான். தாடி மீசையெல்லாம் கெட்டியா வளர்ந்திருக்கு என்று குறை சொல்கிறாளா இல்லை பெருமையோ குரலில் கண்டுபிடிக்க முடியவில்லை.  கிளாசில் லெக்சரில் கவனம் செல்லவில்லை. கல்யாணி ஏதும் சொல்லாவிட்டாலும் அம்மா கண்டுபிடித்து விடுவாளோ என்று பயம். தன் அத்தனை பாவங்களிலும் அவளுக்கும் மறைமுக  பங்குண்டு So சொல்லமாட்டாள் என சமாதானப்படுத்தினான் மனதை.  இன்றைக்கு என்ன ஒரு தோற்றம் இத்தனை இலகுவாக இவளுக்கு நடை உடை பாவனைகளை சட்டென மாற்ற முடிகிறது. மெல்லிய ஷிபான் சாரியும் சிக்கென்ற தோற்றமும் தனக்காகத்தானா என்ற எண்ணமே அவனை கிறங்கடித்தது. நாலரை எப்படா ஆகுமென்று பலமுறை கடிகாரத்தை பார்த்துகொண்டிருந்தான்.  மாலை வீடு திரும்பியவன் அப்பா அம்மா பாட்டியையும் கூட்டிக்கொண்டு கோயிலுக்கு கிளம்பியதை கண்டான். காபி தந்த கல்யாணி மெலிதாக கண்ணடித்து போலிருந்தது பிரமையாக இருக்க Chance இருக்கிறது.  “என்ன ஆளே மாறிபோயிட்டிங்க கல்யாணி”  “ஏன் அப்படியே தானே இருக்கேன் இன்னைக்குத்தான் என் முக’த்த்தை கவனிக்கிறாய்.”  த்தை என்பதில் இருந்த அழுத்தம் கவனித்தான்.எதேச்சையாக கண்கள் பழக்கமான பிரதேசங்களில் ஊர்ந்து ஒரு சின்ன கணிப்புக்கு கூட வழியின்றி ஏமாந்தது  ஒரு பெண் நினைத்தால் எதையும் யூகிக்க கூட இடமின்றி ஆடையுடுத்த முடியும் போலிருக்கிறது.  அவள் பக்கம் பார்த்து 38D என்றான் அவள் துணுக்குற்று திரும்பியதும்  “உங்க ID என்னனு கண்டுபிடிச்சிட்டேன் கல்யாணி”  அவள் பதில் ஒன்னும் சொல்லாமல் போய்விட்டாள் கிச்சனிலிருந்து நல்ல மணங்கள் வந்து கொண்டிருந்தது. அப்பாவுக்கு பிடித்த ஐட்டங்கள் தயாராகின சக்திவேல் அங்கிள் Unusualஆக நேரமே வந்திருந்தார் எல்லோரும் சேர்ந்து இரவு உணவருந்தினர். Lawnஇல் உட்கார்ந்து பேசிக்கொண்டிருந்தனர் அடுத்தமுறை பத்து நாளாவது லீவில் வரவேண்டும் என அம்மா சொன்னாள். உடம்பை குறை சக்தின்னு அப்பா அறிவுரை கூறினார். என்னம்மா நீ ஒன்னும் இவனை சொல்றதில்லையா என கல்யாணியிடம் கேட்டதற்கு அவள் சிரிக்க மட்டும் செய்தாள் சுசீ போனில் பேசிகிட்டே இருந்தது  அசைன்மென்ட் இருப்பதாய் சொல்லிவிட்டு தன்ரூமுக்கு வந்து கதவை சாத்திக்கொண்டான். கொஞ்சநேரம் படித்ததும் போரடித்தது கம்ப்யுட்டரை உயிர்பித்ததும் நாட்டி பெண் ஆன்லைனில் இருந்ததும் ஆச்சரியப்பட்டான்.  “இது நீங்க தான்னு கண்டுபிடிச்சிட்டேன் கல்யாணி”  “who is kalyaani , who is this”  “எனக்கு  தெரியும் ஏமாற்ற நினைக்க வேண்டாம்”  “atlast you found me”  “I am very sorry ரொம்பவும் கெட்டபையனாய் நடந்து கொண்டுவிட்டேன் நீங்கள் என்று தெரியாமல்"  “Do not worry“  நிறைய கேள்விகள் கேட்டு என்மன வக்கிரங்களை தெரிந்து கொண்டும் இயல்பாய் எப்படி என்னிடம் பழகினீர்கள்  நீ நான் என்றே பேசு எப்பவும் போல  என்ன பேசுவது என்று தெரிய வில்லை நாட்டிப்பென் என்பது கல்யாணி என்று தெரிந்தபின் எப்போதும் போல அரட்டை அடிக்க முடியவில்லை  நான் ஒரு பெண்தானா என அடிக்கடி கேட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்த்தாயே ஏன்?  எந்த ஒரு பெண்ணும் என்னிடம் உங்களை போல பேசியதில்லை. மேலும் அத்தனை கெஞ்சியும் வாய்ஸ் சட்டோ அல்லது வெப் சட்டோ பண்ண வராததும்...  ஆண்களுக்கு தான் பேச தெரியவில்லை. asl  கேட்க வேண்டியது அடுத்த கேள்வி உங்கள் சைஸ் என்ன ? இப்படி கேட்டால் யார் பேசுவார்கள்  நானும் தான் கேட்டேன். சொன்ன கண்ணனுக்கு  தன் மேலேயே கோபம் வந்தது. எந்த பெண்ணாவது உன் டிக் சைஸ் என்ன என்று கேட்பாளா என தெரியவில்லை.  நான் தான் பதில் சொல்லிவிட்டேனே  அதனால் தான் சந்தேகம் வந்து விட்டது.  எனக்கு கேள்வி கேட்பது நீதான் என்று தெரியுமே அதனால் தான் பதில் சொன்னேன். பதில் சொன்னதும் நீ என்ன செய்திருப்பாய் எனவும் ஊகிக்க முடிந்தது.  என்ன செய்திருபெநென்று நினைக்கிறீர்கள்  நீ வா போ வென்று ஒருமையில் எப்போதும் போல பேசினால் தான் பதில் சொல்வேன்  என்ன செய்திருப்பேன்  Google இமேஜில் போயி 38D பார்த்திருப்பாய்  சரிதானே  சரிதான் கல்யாணி.  ஒரு பெண்ணுடன் பேசுவதற்கு அவள் மார்பக சைஸ் அவசியமா?  அந்த கற்பனையுடன் தான் பேச முடியுமா ?  அப்போ கேட்கவில்லை இப்போது கேட்கிறேன் உன்கற்பனைப் பெண்ணைப்போல நான் இருக்கிறேனா இல்லையா ?    நம்பவே  முடியவில்லை  ஏன்? 38D பொய்யென நினைக்கிறாயா?  அதைவிட பலமடங்கு அழகாக இருக்கிறீர்கள் ஆனால் ...  மறைக்காமல் சொல்  “என் கற்பனைப்பெண்ணின் 38D இன்னும் எடுப்பாக இருந்தது”  நம் நாட்டில் பெருவாரியான பெண்கள் போல சரியான பிரா அணியவில்லை.ஆனால் நீ இன்னும் நல்ல பிரா அணிய வேண்டும். நல்ல லிப்ட் அப் பிராக்கள் OnlineOnlineஇல் வாங்கலாம் வீட்டிற்கே வந்து தந்து விடுவார்கள் எந்த அடையாளமும் இன்றி...  நான் வேண்டுமென்றால் ஆடர் பண்ணட்டா?  பண்ணேன்  ஓகே, அவர் வந்து விடலாம் நான் போகிறேன்  அம்மாவும்  அப்பாவும்  இந்த குட்டி பிசாசும் எப்போ போவார்கள் என்றிருந்தது. அன்றிரவு 38DD Lift பிராUp அணிந்த கல்யாணி வேறேதும் அணியாமல்  "வா வந்து தொட்டுப்பார் என அழைத்தாள்"  தயங்கியவன் கைகளை இழுத்து தன மார் மேல் வைத்துக்கொண்டாள். ஒரு கையால் அவன் காலிடையில் தொட்டாள். அவன் தைரியம் பெற்றவனாக அவள் மார்பை தடவிபார்த்தான் நிரடலாய் உயர்ந்த புள்ளியை தொட்டுப்பார்த்தான். கல்யாணி அவன் கால்சட்டையின் ஜிப்பை திறந்தாள் அதற்குள் ஒரு நிக்கர் இருந்தது அதை விலக்கினால் அதற்குள் ஒரு உள்ளாடை அதை திறந்தாள் அதற்குள் இன்னொன்று அதற்குள் இன்னொன்று என எண்ணற்ற உள்ளாடைகளை கழற்றி கடைசியில் வெளியே எடுப்பதர்க்குள் அவள் கையிலேயே வந்திருந்தான். பிடித்த  கனவுகள் பாதியில் முடிவதும் பயங்கர கனவுகள் யுகமாய் முடிவின்றி நீள்வதும் விந்தையானது. கனவில் உணவுண்டால் பசி தீராவிடினும் கனவில் கலவி செய்தால் காமப்பசி தீருகிறது. கனவுக்கலவியில் எப்போதும் விந்து முந்திவிடுவது வாடிக்கையான வேடிக்கை. கனவெது நினைவெது என்ற குழப்பம் கண்ணனை தடுமாற வைத்தது   சின்னது 7. காலையில் சப்தம் கேட்டு எழுந்த கண்ணன் வாசலில் கல்யாணி மேற்பார்வையில் பெட்டிகள் காரில் அடுக்கப்பட்டுக்கொண்டு இருந்ததை பார்த்தான். அப்பா எதோ சொல்ல பூம் பூம் மாடு போல சக்தி அங்கிள தலையாட்டிக்கொண்டிருந்தார்.    அம்மாவும்  அப்பாவும் பாட்டி காலை தொட்டு கும்பிட்டனர் கண்ணன் நெற்றியில் முத்தமிட்டு நன்றாக படிக்க வேண்டினர். அடுத்த மாதம் லீவில் ஊர் வரகேட்டனர் கல்யாணியிடம் கண்ணனையும் பாட்டியையும் நன்றாக கவனித்துகொல்வதர்க்கு நன்றி சொன்னார்கள்.    கல்யாணி இது தன கடமைஎன்றாள் எல்லோரும் கையசைத்து விடைபெற்றனர் ஏர்போர்ட்டுக்கு.   வீடு தன பழைய நிலைக்கு திரும்பியது.    ரெண்டு மூனு நாட்களாகவே பொன்னம்மாவை காணவில்லை மஞ்சு தான் வருகிறாள். தன்னை பார்த்து சிரிப்பது உன்னைத்தெரியாதா என்பது போல அவமானமாக பட்டது    கல்யாணியிடம் கேட்டான்    “என்ன பொனம்மாவை காணோம் “    “என்கிட்டே கோவம்”    “பொன்னம்மா வேலைக்கரியில்லை தோழின்னு சொன்னேங்க இப்போ என்னாச்சு”    காசு வேணும்னு கேட்டாள் பத்தாயிரத்துக்கு  நான் எங்க போவேன்னேன் அதுகூட பரவாயில்லை நான் ஒங்களுக்கு என்னெல்லாம் செய்திருக்கிறேன்னதும் எனக்கு பயங்கர கோவம் வந்ததுட்டது. முஞ்சிலேயே முளிக்காதேன்னு திட்டி அனுப்பிட்டேன்    எல்லோருக்கும் கோபம் வருவதற்கு கோபப்படாமலிருப்பதும் யாருக்குமே கோவம் வராத விஷயத்துக்கு கடும் கோபப்படுவதும் கல்யாணியின் தனிமுத்திரை.    அதுக்கு ஏன் இத்தனை கோவம் கல்யாணி    அவள் சொன்ன வார்த்தைகள் மற்றும் நேரம்...வீட்டில் ஆட்கள் வந்திருக்கிறது தெரிந்து நானில்லாவிட்டால் எப்படி சமாளிப்பாய் என்ற மனநிலை எனக்கு கோபத்தை வரவைத்து விட்டது  பொன்னம்மா தானே மஞ்சுவையும் அனுப்பி இருக்கா. இப்போ ரியாக்சன் கொஞ்சம் ஓவர்னு படல்லையா  ம்ம் படுகிறது ஆனா வலியபோயி கூப்பிட தயக்கம்  இன்று மாலை பொன்னம்மா வீட்டுக்கு போகவேண்டும் என நினைத்தான். கல்லூரி முடிந்ததும் பைக்கை நேராக பொன்னம்மா வீட்டிற்கு விட்டான். - x -  வாங்க தம்பி என்ன இந்த பக்கம்  சும்மா தான் வந்தேன் ரெண்டு நாளா வீட்டில் காணோமே அதான் பார்த்து போகலாம் என்று  மஞ்சு வராளில்லையா ? பின்னென்ன என்ற பொன்னம்மாவின் கேள்வியில் விஷமம் இருந்தது  ம்ம் நீ ஏன் வரலை  ஒன்னும் இல்லப்பா  ஒடம்பு சரியில்லை  பார்த்த நல்லா தானே இருக்கே  சில விஷயங்கள் பார்த்தால் புரியாது. முதுகு வலி நிமிர்ந்து நின்னு வேலை பார்க்க கஷ்டமாக இருக்கிறது  எனக்கு தெரியும் கல்யாணியுடனான சண்டை  என்ன தெரியும்  நான் உனக்கு என்னெல்லாம் செய்திருக்கிறேன்னதும் கோவம் வந்திருச்சாம் இப்போ வருத்தப்படுத்து  மஞ்சுவோடு ஒரே போராட்டமா இருக்கு அது வேலை செய்ய லாயக்கு இல்லை  வேறெதுக்கும் கூட லாயக்கு இல்லை. ஒரு நாள் வந்தியே உனக்கு திரும்பி வர மனசு வந்துச்சா. திறமை சாலியா இருந்தா சுத்தி சுத்தி வந்திருப்பாய்.வெக்கப்படுறான் சின்னது செய்து விடவான்னு கேட்கிறா  எனக்கு ஞாபகம் இருக்கு சின்னதுன்னா நானே செய்யமட்டேனான்னு கேட்டியே அப்பிடின்ன என்ன பொன்னம்மா  என்னவாயிருக்கும் என்ற அனுமானமிருந்தது அதன் எதிர்பார்ப்பில் ஒரு உடல் நடுக்கமும் வந்திருந்தது  சின்னதுன்னா வாயாலே முடிச்சு விடறது. ஆம்பளைங்களுக்கு ஏன் தான் இத்தனை ஆர்வமோ அதுக்காகவே வருகிறார்கள். உங்க அங்கிள் கூட அதுக்குன்னே ஒருத்திய ஸ்பெசலா வைத்திருக்கிறார். பேச்சோடு பேச்சாக ஒரு குண்டைத்தூக்கி போட்டாள். அதை கவனிக்காத மாதிரி  எனக்கும் வேணுமே  பொன்னம்மா ஒண்ணுமே சொல்லவில்லை ஒரு நாற்காலியை கொண்டு கட்டிலில் அமர்ந்திருந்த அவனருகில் போட்டாள். காலை அகட்டி விட்டாள் அவன் ஆடைமேல் கைவைத்தாள் வாயால் ஜிப்பை திறந்து ஆடையை கீளிளுத்தாள்.உள்ளாடை கீழிறக்கி நாவினால் வருடி விட்டாள் தன் வாயினுள் மிக ஆழமாக ஏற்றுக்கொண்டாள்.  இங்கேயே பார்க்காதே கண்ணா ஏதாவது பேசு இங்கு நடப்பதற்கும் உனக்கும் சம்பந்தம் இல்லை என்பது போல இரு. கல்யாணி எப்படி பழக்கம் பொன்னம்மா. சக்திவேல் ஐயா தான் அறிமுகப்படுத்தி விட்டார் மேலும் கீழுமாய் பொன்னம்மா இயங்கிக்கொண்டு இருந்தாள் அவருக்கு  தான் கிளி மாதிரி பொண்டாட்டி இருக்காளே பின்ன ஏன் இங்கு வந்து போகிறார் இங்க வந்து போறதில்லை அவரிடத்துக்கே கூட்டி போய்விடுவார். கடையின் மாடியில் சகல வசதிகளும் கொண்ட ரூம் இருப்பது தெரியுமா மேலும் கீழுமாய் அது என்ன எழவோ ஆம்பளைகளுக்கு இந்த விஷயத்துல பெரிய ஆர்வம் கல்யாணி இது மட்டும் செய்ய முடியாதுன்னுட்டாளாம். மேலும் கீழுமாய் இது யார் சொன்னது கல்யாணியா ஆமா பொதுவா மனைவிகள் இது செய்வதில்லையா போனாம்மா? கல்யாணியிடம் இது பற்றி கேட்டாயா மேலும் கீழுமாய் கேட்டேன். அதை நினைத்தாலே அருவருப்பா இருக்குன்னு சொல்லுது கல்யாணிக்கு இதிலெல்லாம் ஆர்வமே இல்லை  மேலும் கீழுமாய் ஏனாம் . பிடிக்குதோ பிடிக்கலையோ கணவனுக்கு பிடிப்பது சேய்து தானே ஆக வேண்டும் அது பெரிய சோக கதை தம்பி. தகப்பன் இல்லாமல் அழகாயும் பொலிவாயும் இருந்து சின்ன பிள்ளையாக இருந்து இன்று வரை ஆண்களின் வக்கிரத்தால் ரொம்ப கஷ்டப்பட்டிருக்கிறது அது சின்ன பிள்ளையாய் இருச்சில உங்க தத்தா அதன் சக்திவேலோட அப்பா அவளை நிற்பந்தித்து ஒரு நாள் மேலும் கீழுமாய் பூஜை ரூமுக்கு கூட்டி போயி இது செய்ய வைத்து விட்டாராம். பயந்து போன கல்யாணி  அழுதுகிட்டே  அம்மாகிட்ட இனிமே அந்த வீட்டுக்கே போக மாட்டேன் என்று சொன்னாளாம் அந்தம்மாவும் அவரை ஏகத்துக்கு திட்டிவிட்டு அடுத்த நாளும் கல்யாநியிடமே சாப்பாடு கொண்டு போக சொன்னாளாம. மேலும் கீழுமாய் பாட்டி நோய் வாய்ப்பட்டிருந்தாலும் வீட்டிலே தானே இருக்கிறாள் இருந்தாள் வாய் குழற ஆரம்பித்தது மேலும் கீழுமாய் அசைந்த வாயிலிருந்து வெளியே வந்த வேகத்தில் உள்ளிழுத்தாள். தலையை பக்கவாட்டில் அசைத்து சிறிது அழுத்தம் கொடுத்தாள் கல்யாணி சொன்னாள் பாட்டியும் உடந்தை என்று அது நடந்த அடுத்த நாள் பட்டுப்பாவாடை வாங்கி கொடுத்து கையை பிடித்து அழுதாளாம் மேலும் கீழுமாய் பொன்னம்மா அசைவுக்கேற்ற படி அவளின் பருத்த மார்புகளும் அசைவதை கண்ணன் பார்த்தான். அவள் முதுகு வலியின் காரணம் அறிந்து கொண்டான்.Lack of proper support. கைகளால் ஏந்திக்கொண்டான். இரு கைகள் போதவில்லை தளும்பிய மார்புகள் ஏகமாய் இருந்தன எத்தனை முயற்சித்தும் தாக்குப்பிடிக்க முடியாமல் கவிழ்த்து விட்டான் என்ன அதுக்குள்ளே அடிச்சிட்டே இதுக்கு மேல தாக்குபிடிக்க முடியல. எழுந்து போயி சுத்தம் செய்து வந்தான். பொன்னம்மா முட்டை போண்டாவும் டீயும் வாங்கி வந்தாள் அப்புறம் என்னாச்சு எல்லோருக்குமே தெரிந்து போனதும் ஒரு பிரச்சனை இல்லை என்றதும் அந்த கிழவனின் ஆட்டம் கூடி போயிட்டாம். ஒரு நாளைக்கு ரெண்டு முறை கூட கூப்புடுவானாம் பாவி. சொனனால் யாராவது நம்புவாங்களா   வேறை ஏதாவது வம்பு பண்ணினானா பொன்னம்மா   இல்லையாம் அவனுக்கு வேறெதுவும் வேண்டாமாம்   தாத்தாவை ஓங்கி கன்னத்தில் அறையும் ஆத்திரம் வந்தது   கல்யாணி இத்தனை அராஜகத்தையும் எப்படி தாங்கிக்கொண்டாளோ. ஒரு பரிதாபம் மனதை பிசைந்து போட்டது. எந்த விதத்திலாவது அவளுக்கு ஆறுதலாக இருக்க வேண்டும் எனப்பட்டது.    பொன்னம்மா வேலைக்கரியில்லை என் பூரிப்புக்கு அவளும் காரணம்னு ஒரு நாள் சொல்லிச்சே அது ஏன் பொன்னம்மா பொன்னம்மா ஆச்சர்யப்பட்டாள்   நிசமா அப்படி கல்யாணி சொல்லிச்சா கண்ணா   ஆமா பொன்னம்மா ரொம்பவும் நன்றியோடு கண்கலங்கி சொல்லிச்சு   ம்ம் என்னத்த சொல்ல என் புத்திய செருப்பால அடிக்கணும் இக்கட்டான தருணங்களில் காசு கறந்தே பழகிவிட்ட வேசி மனம் எனக்கு, உனக்கு என்னல்லம் செய்திருக்கிறேன்னு சொல்லி அவளை காயப்படுத்தி விட்டேன்   அப்படி உங்களுக்குள் என்ன பொன்னம்மா   அதை எப்படி சொல்ல தம்பி என்ற பீடிகையோடு சொன்ன செய்தியைக்கேட்ட கண்ணனுக்கு உலகமே சுற்றியது   பெண் தோழி அதை எப்படி சொல்ல தம்பி என்ற பீடிகையோடு சொன்ன செய்தியைக்கேட்ட கண்ணனுக்கு உலகமே சுற்றியது   ஒரு புருஷனிடம் கிடைக்கும் சுகத்தை நான் கொடுத்தேன்   கண்ணன் அப்படியே அமர்ந்திருந்தான்   சிறிது எதிர்பார்த்திருந்தான் தான் இருந்தாலும் அதிர்ச்சியாக தான் இருந்தது   “முதல் முதல் கல்யாணி உச்சம் அடைந்தது என் கைகளில் தான்.”   “இதெல்லாம் எப்படி ஆரம்பித்தது”   கல்யாணி என்னை ஒரு வேலைக்காரியாக நடத்தாமல் சகோதரி மாதிரி நடத்தினதும் ஒரு நாள் கேட்டேன். எம்மா நீ சந்தோஷமா இருக்கியா உன் புருஷன் இன்னமும் எங்க தெருப் பொம்பளையை கூட்டிட்டு போறானேன்னு கேட்டேன்   எனக்கு எல்லாம் தெரியும் பொன்னம்மா அது எனக்கும் உடன்பாடு தான்னு சொன்னாள்   சக்திவேல் அய்யா ஒருவாரம் தாய்லாந்து போனப்ப நான் வீட்டில துணைக்கு தங்கினேன் அப்படியே பேசி பேசி மொத்த கதையும் சொல்லி அழுதது.   ஆம்பளைங்களையே பிடிக்கலை பொன்னம்மா நான் கல்யாணமே பண்ணி இருக்க கூடாதுன்னு   நான் அவளை சமாதானப்படுத்தினேன் தலைவலிக்கு தைலம் தடவி விட்டேன். கால் கை அமுக்கி விட்டேன் மெல்ல மெல்ல உடம்பு முழுவதும் தடவி விட்டேன்   அவள் சிலிர்ப்பு எனக்கு ஆச்சர்யம் தந்தது கண்ணின் ஆர்வத்திலும் உடல் பாஷைகளையும் வைத்து எப்படி காய் நகர்த்துவது என்பது எனக்கு கைவந்த கலை தானே.   அந்த ஒரு வாரமும் அவளை ஒரு புதிய சுக உலகத்துக்கு அழைத்துப்போனேன். உடம்பு முழுவதும் எண்ணெய் தேய்த்து குளிப்பாட்டி விட்டேன். சின்னக்குழந்தையாய் குதூகலிக்க வைத்தேன்   கண்ணனுக்கு கண்ணில் ஒரு துளி ஈரம் கசிந்திருந்தது   தன்னை மீண்டும் வருட ஆரம்பித்திருந்த பொன்னம்மாவின் கைகளை விலக்கினான்.   அவன் கணிப்பில் பொன்னம்மா ஒரு புன்னியவதியாகத்தெரிந்தாள்   பர்சை திறந்து வாங்க மறுத்தவளை வற்புறுத்தி பணம் கொடுத்தான். நாளை கட்டாயம் வீட்டுக்கு வரச்சொன்னான்   -x-   பைக்கை ஸ்டாண்ட் போட்டுவிட்டு நுழைந்தவனை கல்யாணி பரிதவிப்புடன் எதிர் கொண்டாள் எங்கே போயிட்டே கண்ணா ஏன் இத்தனை லேட்டு எனக்கு தேடி தேடி உயிரே போயிட்டுது மனசு என்னன்னெவோ கெட்டதெல்லாம் யோசித்து தலைவலியே வந்து விட்டது.   பதில் பேசவில்லை   நேராக சமையலறை போயி இரண்டு காபி போட்டு எடுத்து வந்தான் ஒன்றை கல்யாணியின் கையில் கொடுத்தான்   நல்ல போட்டிருக்கியே என்று ருசித்துக்குடிக்கும் கல்யாணியை பார்க்க பாவமாக இருந்தது நான் கேட்டதுக்கு பதில் சொல்லலியே   "பொன்னம்மாவை பாத்துட்டு வாரேன்"   “என்ன சொன்னாள்”   “நாளைக்கு வாருவதாய்”   “அவளை யார் வரச்சொன்னா இந்த வீட்டை யார் உதவியும் இன்றி என்னால் பாத்துக்க முடியும்”   “நான் அப்படி சொல்லியிருக்க கூடாதுன்னு ரொம்ப வருத்தப்பட்டா”   “பொன்னம்மா உங்க மேல ரொம்ப ப்ரியம் வைத்திருக்கிறாள் கல்யாணி “   “அவளுக்கு காசு மேல தான் பிரியம்”   “இந்த உலகத்துல காசு இருந்தால் எல்லாம் கிடைக்காது கல்யாணி”   “என்ன சொல்கிறாய் கண்ணா”   "எல்லாமும் தெரிந்து தான் சொல்கிறேன்"   ஒருகணம் கல்யாணி அதிர்ந்து போனாள்.   "எனனை பார்த்தால் மிக கேவலமாக இருக்கா கண்ணா"   “நிச்சயமாக இல்லை கல்யாணி”   மனசுக்கு ரொம்ப கலக்கமாக இருக்கிறது. இந்த ஆண் வர்க்கத்தில் நானும் ஒருவன் என்பதற்க்காக வெட்கமாக இருக்கிறது. கனவிலும் நினைவிலும் உன்னை மனத்தால் காமுமறறதர்கு கேவலமாக இருக்கிறது. உனக்கு நடந்த கொடுமைகள் அனைத்தும் நானே இளைத்துபோல மன உளைச்சலாக இருக்கிறது.பிராயச்சித்தம் ஏதாவது செய்ய மாட்டோமா என பரிதவிப்பாக இருக்கிறது. உன்னை என் செல்லமாக தாலாட்டவும் ஆசை வருகிறது.   அவன் வார்த்தைகளின் பரிவில் கல்யாணி வாய் விட்டு அழுதாள்.   என் வாழ்கை மட்டும் ஏன் இப்படி ஆகி விட்டது கண்ணா? கணவன் இறந்த பிறகு வீட்டை விட்டு வெளியிறங்காத அம்மா அந்நிய ஆடவருடன் பேசாத அம்மா எனக்கு நடந்த கொடுமைகளை எப்படி சகித்துக்கொண்டாள். உங்க தத்தா கொடுக்கும் பணம் என் மானத்தை விட பெரியதா? காசுக்கு உடல் விற்க்கும் வேசிக்கும் என் நிலைமைக்கும் என்ன வித்தியாசம்.   என் உறக்கத்திலேல்லாம் ஒரு ஆண்குறி எனனை விரட்டுவது போல கனவுதான். நான் உலகத்தின் எந்த மூலைக்கு ஓடினாலும் எனனை துரத்தி வந்து கொண்டே இருக்கிறது  என் கால்களை தட்டி விட்டு என்னை விழ வைத்து வேண்டாம் வேண்டாம் என்று கெஞ்சியும் வலுக்கட்டாயமாக  அது என் வாய்க்குள் புகுந்து விடுவது பெரிய கொடுமை நடுஇரவில் உறக்கம் கெட்டு நானும் அழுது கூடவெ அம்மாவும் அழுது என்ன நடக்கிறதென்று தெரியாமல் தங்கைகளும் அழுது ஒரு சாவு வீடு போல ஒவ்வொரு இரவும் .. இந்த கொடுமை இவ்வுலகில் எவருக்கும் வேண்டாம் கண்ணா ... ஆ ... ஆ   கண்ணன் கண்ணீரோடு ஒன்றும் பேசாமல் அமர்ந்திருந்தான்.   ஒவ்வொரு முறை நான் அசிங்கப்பட்டு திரும்பியதும் அழுத அழுகைகள் குளியறையில் தண்ணீரோடு கலங்கி போகும். ஒரே நாளில் இருமுறைக்குளியல்...ஒவ்வொரு நிமிடமும் நரகம். ஒரு நல்ல வாழ்கை அமைந்த போதும் அந்த நினைவுகள் எனனை பாம்பாக துரத்துகிறது கண்ணா செத்துப்போய் விடலாம் என நினைத்ததுண்டு நான் போனால் என் தங்கைகளையும் களங்கப்படுத்த மாட்டன் என என்ன நிச்சயம் என மனதுக்குள் குமைந்து ஒரு நடைபிணம் போல எனனை வதைத்துக்கொண்டேன்   கண்ணியமே உருவான அந்த மனிதர் என்னிடம் மட்டும் என் இப்படி நடந்து கொண்டார் உங்க பாட்டி எனனை ஏன் வாயடைத்தாள்.   என்ன சொல்ல கல்யாணி ... உன்னை எப்படி ஆறுதல் செய்வேன் ... அயோக்கியர்கள் சினிமாவில் கண்பிப்பது போல பெரிய மீசையும் கன்னத்தில் கருமருவும் கொண்டிருப்பதில்லை. கண்ணியமாக உலகுக்கு தன்னைக்காட்டிக்கொண்டு தான் இத்தனையும் செய்கிறார்கள். தன்னை நம்பி வரும் பக்தர்களை காவிகளும், சீடர்களை குருக்களும், குழந்தைகளை வயதான பாவிகளும் பாலியல் பலாத்காரம் செய்வது மானிடம் கொல்லும் மகா பாவம் தான்.   ஏன் இறைவா எனனை இத்தனை அழகாக படைத்து விட்டாய்  கண்டாலே ஒதுங்கிக்கொள்ளும் அவலட்சணமாக படைத்திருக்கக்கஊடாதோ என தினமும் கேட்டிருக்கிறேன் லட்சணமும் உடல் திரட்சியும் என் தவறா? பேருந்தில் பயணிப்பது போல ஒரு அருவருப்பான விஷயம் எதுவுமில்லை தொட்டும் தடவியும் கைவளிப்புனற்சிகள். இறைவன் என்று ஒருவன் இருந்தால் இந்த மார்களை ஏன் படைத்தான் குழந்தைகளுக்கு பால் கொடுக்க வந்து விட்டு ஒட்டிச்சுருங்கி போகக்கூடாதா? என்று கேட்க ஆசைப்படுகிறேன். கண்ணகி தன மாரை பிடுங்கி எறிந்து மதுரையை எரித்ததை போல நானும் என் மாரைபுடுங்கி எறிந்து இந்த உலகத்தில் உள்ள எல்லா ஆண்களையும் அழிக்க ஆசைப்படுகிறேன் கண்ணா   கல்யாணமே வேண்டாமென்று தானிருந்தேன் ஆனால் என் தங்கைகளுக்காக உங்கப்பா வந்து கேட்டதும், உங்க தாத்தாவுக்கு ஒரு சவுக்கடியாக த்தான் ஒத்துக்கொண்டேன்.அவரேன்னமோ ஒன்றுமே நடக்காதது போலிருக்கிறார் நான் தான் அவரைக்காணும் போதெல்லாம் சிறுமைப்பட்டு போகிறேன். ஒவ்வொரு முறை ஊருக்கு செல்லும் போதும் அவர் கால் தொட்டு ஆசீர்வாதம் வாங்க வேண்டி இருப்பது தான் கொடுமையிலும் கொடுமை.   என்றாவது ஒரு நாள் அவரை கன்னம் கன்னமாக அறைந்து விடுவேனோ என்ற பயமிருக்கிறது கண்ணா. அப்படி நடக்கும் நாள் எனனை பயித்தியக்கார ஆஸ்பத்திரியில் சேர்த்து விடு. நான் பயப்படாத ஒரு ஆண் நீ மட்டும் தான் கண்ணா   எனனை ஒருபோதும் வெறுத்து விடாதே ...   கண்ணன் அமிர்தாஞ்சன் எடுத்து வந்து அவள் நெற்றியில் தேய்த்து விட்டான் கண்களை மூடச்சொன்னான்.  புருவங்களில் லேசாக அழுத்தி விட்டான் நெற்றிப்பொட்டில் தேய்த்து விட்டான்   விலகிகிடந்த சேலையை ஒழுங்கு படுத்தினான். கல்யாணி தலையை வருடிக்கொடுத்தான். மெல்ல கண்ணயர்ந்த கல்யாணியை கட்டிலில் கிடத்தினான் கண்களைத்துடைத்துக்கொண்டான் இவள் மனக்காயங்களை எப்பாடு பட்டாவது தீர்ப்பதாய் உறுதி பூண்டான்.   - தொடரும்- Publication Date: February 4th 2014 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L.L. The Elevator Ride The Naughty Thoughts Challenge This is story is dedicated to my muses who serve as my inspirations for all things. The loud ringing reverberated around the office. I quickly grabbed the extension. "Harris and Bennett Attorneys at Law, Ms. Nguyen speaking." "Elena, I need you to go downstairs and retrieve Mr. Bennett. I think he’s lost." Mr. Harris hollered into the phone. "Yes, Mr. Harris." I deposited the receiver back in its place, pushed myself off the chair and headed toward the elevators. I smoothed the pleats of my gray skirt down as I rode the elevator to the ground floor of the Verizon building. Then something clicked in my mind, ‘what does Mr. Bennett look like?’ I hadn’t been working for this law firm but a few weeks and had yet to meet him. Uh-oh. Being the secretary of Harris and Bennett was not the glamorous life I had pictured myself having, but it paid the bills. As the elevator dinged, I stepped forward assuming I was walking onto the ground floor. Except my body slammed into something hard, I looked up and a dark gaze met my brown, slanted eyes. "Excuse me." A dark and seductive voice spoke which accompanied that dark gaze. "I’m sorry. I should have been paying attention." I glanced over to the button panel to see the elevator stopped at the third floor. I stepped back embarrassed followed by feeling nervous. God, this man was gorgeous. His skin was tanned as if he just stepped off the beach. His hair was dark as night. His broad shoulders were massive against the backdrop of the elevator. His nose straight as an arrow and his lips were supple and inviting. "What floor? "Uh…the ground floor please." "Alright then, ground floor it is." That dark voice was sex walking. As the doors closed, the elevator shook and a loud whirring noise bled into the air. The lights flickered then total darkness took over. The only light visible was the red Emergency sign. "What the hell is going on?" I grabbed the railing as the boxcar shook only to find myself propelled against…Him. Large, strong hands grasped my waist. "Gotcha." Even in the shadows, I could feel his dark eyes upon me. My nervousness turned into something else…heat. "You can let me go now." "What is your name?" "Elena." "Elena…hmmmm. I like your name, it suits you." "Yes, well that’s all fine and dandy. But could you release me please?" "No, I like the way you feel against me. So soft and hot." His words were like liquid cocaine; soaking me. His head lowered to the hollow of my neck. He inhaled deeply which sent chills down my spine. I had forgotten about my previous protest. I turned my face slightly into his. "What is that smell?" He purred along my skin, placing feather-light kisses at the base of my throat. "Japanese cherry blossom." I tilted my head back and raised my hands to his massive arms. He chuckled in approval of my gesture. "You're scent is driving me wild, making me hard as steel." He rubbed himself against me through his trousers. He was massive. "What is your name?" I asked on my next breath. "Aiden. Tell me something Elena. Do you believe in chance encounters?" He said in a low, deep tone. He nuzzled his lips against neck, and I sighed in satisfaction. I muttered and moaned something that sounded like 'No' as he traced his tongue along my neck and nibbled my ear, and one of his hands cupped my full breasts, massaging the soft flesh causing me to growl. "Well then, I guess I'll have to show you how exciting they can be." Aiden’s thumb skimmed over my bottom lip. His touch was electrifying. His hand threaded through my hair only to find it pinned back. He grumbled and searched for the release catch. I heard ‘snap’ and my hair tumbled down like a waterfall. "That’s much better." "Why?" "Because I want your hair free when I kiss you." At the next moment, Aiden’s lips descended upon mine. His soft, irresistible mouth was like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of. His fingers tangled in my long hair pulling me closer, consuming me. I gasped for air and he took it as the green light where he slipped his tongue into my mouth. His hand cupped my ass and grounded me into his long, hard shaft once more as I slowly dry humped him. I reached between our bodies and massaged that heavy bulge. In the next moment, Aiden was fumbling with my clothes to strip my body free of them and I was doing the same. Once naked, we collapsed to the floor; he pulled me on top of his chest where he looped his arms around my thighs. "You might want to hold onto something." He growled. "What are you…" My next words were silenced as I felt him extend his tongue upward, and he began to eat me out. I grabbed ahold of the railing and moaned. His tongue was lapping and sucking all over my now drenched pussy. With each slow stroke, I whimpered in ecstasy. "God, don’t stop! Oh…Aiden…." I moaned and panted his name over and over as he continued teasing my swollen clit. "Come for Elena, I want to taste that sweet honey of yours." He delved deep into me, tongue fucking me with all his might. The slick and wet sweeping of his tongue had me seeing stars. I began to rock my hips on his face faster and faster as I felt an orgasm crashing down sending me into oblivion. "Yes, yes! Aiden!" I screamed as I arched my back in pure wantonness. My breathing now erratic. I had never experienced an orgasm like this before. But Aiden's ministrations on my wet core left me in erotic torture. "I need you...Aiden," I gasped between gulps of air, looking down at him. He lifted his hand and stroked my cheek; he seemed to understand my need for him as was his desire for me. "As you wish, my sweet Elena." Aiden sat up, slid me down his torso and pushed my legs around his waist, with a quick dip and twist; he plunged into my satin cave. "Fuck me Elena!" he commanded. I rocked my pelvis back and forth against his with erotic force. I could feel his thick hard cock along every ridge of me. My body drinking up every delicious sensation. Our rhythm speeding up, Aiden pumping and thrusting harder and faster. Our breath coming in short intervals. "Harder, Aiden, Fuck me harder!" "Yes, that’s it. Oh, God Elena!" He groaned against my neck. His hands pulling down on my waist faster; ramming himself in and out of me. That swell of energy returned. With each thrust Aiden gave me, had me climbing the walls of total rapture and abandon. No man had ever brought me to this brink of sexual esctacy in my whole life. "Aiden, I’m coming!" I shouted. "Fuck, yeah baby come for me. Let me feel all your sopping wet honey." At the next thrust, I exploded. My inner walls convulsed, my sex gripping onto Aiden’s dick. "That’s it yeah, Oh God. I’m fucking coming into your tight pussy, Yes!" He groaned giving me one final thrust as he came shooting fiery liquid into my core. I collapsed into his arms, sweaty and breathless. 　 Once our breathing leveled, Aiden hovered over me and kissed between the valley of my breasts. I felt the heat between my legs returning. "What are you doing?" "Ready for rounds two and three?" His dark tone whispered. He positioned himself between my thighs and surged forward. I smiled up, welcoming him. I didn’t know how long we were in that elevator. But we made good use of our time. Aiden and I had sex in every position imaginable. On all fours, standing up, even in midair. I had never been fucked so many times and had God knows how many multiple orgasms in a row in my life. After we were sated, we redressed. Just as I was tucking my white, collared shirt into my skirt, the lights flipped on and the emergency phone rang. I pressed the speaker button. "Hello…" "Elena, Thank God!" It was Mr. Harris. "You okay?" "Yes, what happened?" "Some construction workers cut the power lines. They just now got it working again." "Thank heavens, how much longer?" "Ten minutes tops. Hey, Aiden you okay in there?’ I looked up at Aiden with complete shock. He grinned at me like a Cheshire cat. "Yeah, I’m good." "Won’t be much longer guys. Hold on." The call ended. "Mr. Bennett?" I said in sheepish voice while biting my lower lip. "Yes, ma’am. Guilty as charged." Aiden replied as he wrapped his arms tight around me. "Uh…er…" Great, I just had the most unbelievable sex of my life with…my boss. I am so not gonna have a job after today. "You must be the new secretary?" "Well I was, until…" "Until what? Oh…You must be referring to me fucking you all over this elevator." I couldn’t say anything. His words had me in a trance, and I was ready to tackle him again and not give a damn about my job. "Worry not Elena. I’m not going to fire you. In fact, I think you’re entitled to a raise." I was shocked by what I was hearing. "A raise?" Did he think I was some whore? I looked at him confused. Aiden smiled at me. "You just gave me the raise of my life; in fact you’re giving me one right now." He nibbled my ear as he leaned into me with his hardness. "When we get to the office, I want you to come see me immediately. I have some dictation for you to take." He winked and kissed my lips tenderly. Aiden departed from me as the elevator doors opened. He stepped out first and then assisted me out of the box. He whispered in his dark tone, "Until later, my sweet Elena." He smiled and headed toward his office. I made my way back to my desk and thought, ‘What an elevator ride!’ I smiled and chuckled inwardly knowing where I was headed to in the next five minutes. Another encounter… Fin. 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Izale Karma My Smuty Collection Pure smut *Blushes* this goes out to my 'Active' parents who have told, shown and allowed me to get involved with this whole smut world. First Story Jez looked out at the calm lake water. The bright full moon reflecting her light off of the mirror like surface and illuminating the small girl's features. Dark brown hair showing golden-red highlights and dark green eyes softly glowing gently. The high cheek bones sloped down to soft full rose colored lips. A natural blush covered her cheeks as her small slim fingers brushed against her lower petals. Stroking the hidden pearl that had risen from its hood to come play she arched her back in pleasure, eyelids lowering half way. In the bushes near her a young wolf watched with curiosity. His eyes trained on her hand and his own arousal started gaining ground. Trying to keep his heavy breathing quiet he slipped closer, wanting to see what she was doing. Golden brown eyes widened at the sight before him. Shifting his shape, the man slipped form the bushes to stand in all his naked glory behind the moaning woman. Jez could care less about anyone seeing her. This was pack property and no one but the pack could see her right then and they were all sleeping. Fingers dipping down into her wet, hot core she let out a loud moan. Something touched the hot skin of her shoulder before trailing on past to her perky breasts that bounced ever so slightly with her rough pants. “Keep going.” someone growled in her ear, a second hand teasing her exposed clit. “Ah!” she yelped when the hand on her breast pinched the sensitive nipple. The strokes made to her pearl sped up and she found herself being pushed towards her climax. Her hand was knocked away and replaced with the other males hand, between his fingers thrusts and strokes she was hurled head first into a mind blowing orgasm that left her body weak and limp as a new born kitten. “Good girl.” a familiar voice whispered. Turning her head slightly to see the person responsible for her mind blowing experience she gasped as the Alpha grinned back at her. “Alpha Crass! I-” he silenced her with a searing kiss on the lips. “I know what you want Jez, I can feel the heat of your pussy from back here. Give your body what it wants.” Jez was lost for words as the alpha laid her on the soft grassy ground, eyes never leaving her own green ones. She didn't know what to say as his body hovered over her own, as his hard cock brushed against her wet core. “I know you haven't lain with another wolf, allow me to be your first and only male to enter this goddess of a body you have.” Crass watched the emotional conflict on her face. She was torn between what she thought was right and what her body desired. “I...don't know...” she gasped as the tip pressed further into her. “Oh! God don't!” she cried as he stretched her untried body. “Alpha Crass!” she whimpered as he silenced her cries with a gentle kiss. “It won't hurt for long little one. I promise.” Jez gripped his biceps in a deathly grasp, eyes closed tightly and mouth open. The rocking motion of his hips allowed her to get used to the movements, that was until he reached her barrier. With one harsh thrust he seated himself hilt deep in her tight wet cavern. “Crass...it hurts! It hurts really bad!” she whined into his neck body shaking in fear of what would come next. “Shh...” he soothed, his arms wrapping around her small form. “Relax babe. It won't keep hurting for long.” minutes seemed like hours to both as he held his pack's omega in his arms with tenderness reserved for mates. Just knowing he was the Alpha made Jez understand that this could never happen again, not with her as the low ranked wolf. “Ready to try?” he asked pulling back to lick away the remaining tears. At her nod he settled her back onto the grass and slowly moved from her oh so tight sheath. Jez whimpered/groaned into his neck at the pleasure and pain he was causing her body. Looking down to see his long, hard cock re-enter her body something clicked inside of her. That wall she had built up against any type of relationship crumbled slowly as she was held in a lovers embrace. Crass moaned into her silky brown hair, the soft touch soothing the battle tense nerves. Her tight cunt gave his hard dick a squeeze making him whimper down at her. It was painful but it felt so damn good too! “God babe, you're tight as fuck!” she gasped when he gave a sharp thrust, the pain was vanishing by the seconds. “Faster...please!” she begged wanting the roughness only a male could give during a coupling. He complied and soon the only thing heard in the clearing was the sounds of flesh on flesh and the sounds of pleasure coming from the two lovers. The faster he went the more moans and whines he got from her pretty little mouth. Feeling his end and hers coming up fast he picked her up like a leaf and used the new angle to deliver sharper and deeper thrusts to her swollen pussy. Jez gave a moan of delight as he dug his lengthened claws into her hips and picked up the pace even more. Using wolven speed to hurry their climax. A warm feeling gathered between her legs much like her last orgasm but she knew this one would be stronger, harsher and longer. A roar cam from the male before her just as the dam broke inside of her and his seed rushed into her awaiting womb. A sharp pain brought her out of the lovely daze. He had latched onto her shoulder, breaking the skin with his sharp fangs, and was in the process of marking her. “No!” she slurred, “You...you can't...do this!” the pain was washed away by his healing saliva before a new kind of pain attacked her. This pain came from her sex which was still impaled by the alpha. “You are mine Jezzy. Mine forever.” he murmured, nuzzling her neck gently, “Sleep well mate because we will be heading back to my house once you have woken.” eyes drooping and head falling down on his shoulder she succumbed to sleep but before the lights in her mind could blink out she vowed to get him back some how, 'You don't know that you have just awoken a sleeping lioness...' Second Story Story two Lisa glanced around as she walked through the empty woods. The dead silent surroundings were placing her already ridged body on edge. 'Something isn't right...' keeping her eyes trained on the opening to her home she heard a snap and her body flew into action. Lisa raced to the back door, quickly flipping herself over the fence and locking the door with the dead bolt before sagging against the wood. Heart racing Lisa managed to head up the flight of stairs to her attic bedroom and draw a bath right before she burst into tears from the withheld fear. 'W-what was it?' she wondered, taking a small peek out the window to see a large black coated figure standing in her yard. Being a werewolf in human usually didn't make you a fearful as when you were surrounded by your own kind but this figure made ice cold chills slide up and down her spine. “It's nothing, just some human who decided to stalk a pretty young woman...” she muttered to herself as she climbed into the steaming hot water. But the figure stayed where it was, even as she dressed for bed and turned out the lights after making sure both doors were dead bolted and locked up tight. Curling up in a tight ball under the warm covers she thought, 'It will be gone by tomorrow.' Said black figure waited until the female he was watching fell into a deep slumber before unlocking the front door and heading up the stairs, bag in hand. His eyes watched the small bundle under the blankets shiver from time to time. Placing the bag on the floor and taking out a gag he made his way to her bed side, peeling back the covers to see her golden brown hair splayed around her head like a halo, he gently opened her mouth and slipped the ball in before buckling the strap behind her head. Taking care not to wake her up until every thing was ready he took out a few feet of soft rope and tied her arms and legs to the four posts of the bed. He had once imagined this happening when they had been teens, he had wanted her body under his screaming out in rapture as his cock filled her to the max and more. Sadly for him she moved to Oregon for college and he hadn't seen her for six years until about three months ago. Shaking his head of the thought he placed a small hand paddle in her toned belly before giving her naked sex a hand slap. Her jade green eyes opened wide and she shrieked against the gag. “Mph!” she yelled. Chuckling he leaned in to scrape his fangs against her tender breasts. “So long I have waited to do this. My dreams come true tonight.” he watched her strain against the binding with no luck, snatching at a toy from the bag he tested her first to see if she had given what was rightfully his to some human male. “You remain untouched...” he whispered huskily into her ear, making her shiver. Gently sliding the vibrating toy down her sex to nestle against her entrance he started pushing it inside while gauging her reaction. Lisa groaned against the gag as the shadowy figure slid some vibrating stick inside her most treasured place. She struggled with the bindings again but deemed that this man had done this before when she only managed to make the stick slide deeper into her now weeping depths. “You like this don't you?” he asked, breath snaking down her neck. Shaking her head she continued to fight against what he was doing to her. She couldn't close her legs against the assault and his movement with the toy only made the wetness between her thighs increase. Just as she thought he would let her reach her peek the toy was removed and she wanted to scream in frustration. Who was this man? She had only been back for three months and she was being sexually tortured. “Oh? Did my pet like what her master did to her body?” She snarled through the ball in her mouth, pissed that he wanted her to think of him as a master. “That type of behavior is becoming of a punishment...” but she ignored him and struggled harshly against the rope. Something was lifted off of her belly and she shrieked as a stinging slap was delivered to her right ass cheek. Her legs were unbound and her arms rebound behind her back as she was placed over his knee. “Ten swats should do.” he said. Eyes widening she tried to say something but not before the paddle smacked her rear end. Pain shot up her body when the third one landed and by the time he had given her the eighth she was crying. Jared stopped a something wet was plastered to his skin. 'What the hell...ah...' he pulled her back up after unbuckling the gag and set her on his lap, being careful of her red rear end. “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, wiping the tears away. She whimpered but nodded, eyes watching his movements. “I can't hear your head nod.” he looked down at her expectantly, he was her master and she needed to understand that. “I learned my lesson sir...” she murmured, eyes downcast. Sighing he took it for now. Lisa shivered as a draft of cold air caressed her skin. “C-can I have a blanket?” she asked with a soft voice, afraid that he would take to giving her more swats if she angered him. “No, walk to the bed and bend the the waist.” he ordered. Something inside of her wanted to obey him but the beta blood flowing through her veins forced her to defy him. She wanted something to keep warm! Her werewolf blood hadn't worked as much while near the beach where it was warm so it would take a few more months for the warming fact came into play. “Now.” he growled, hand brushing against her sore ass. Taking that as her cue she slowly walked over to the bed and looked back at him, wanting to state that he was a ass for making her do this. “Bend over, now. Do this and I will allow you a blanket until I am ready for you again.” Lisa bent over at the waist, wanting this to be over with as soon as possible so she could forget this ever happened. Something slid across her hips and tightly gripped them. “Keep still and this won't hurt as much.” Jared positioned the head of his cock at her wet entrance and slammed forward. Her scream of pain made him wince but he pushed on until the full length of his shaft was seated within the heated depths. “You bastard!” she snarled, nails lengthening into claws and piercing the mattress. “Stop shifting!” he snarled back, eyes closed tightly against the painful pleasure of her tight sheath wrapped around his manhood. Waiting until she stopped struggling he started with slow long thrusts, grinding against a spot she responded to best. “Stop!” she cried, body bucking against his. “P-please!” not knowing whether or not she was asking for him to stop or to keep going she found her answer when her hips moved with his movements. “Good...girl...” the man groaned into her neck. She felt a familiar ache between her legs as he sped up his thrusts and started playing with her pearl. 'Good god how can I like this?!' she thought with a moan. The dam burst with a few quick strokes to her clit and she howled her release as he roared his own. Panting she dared glance over her shoulder at him. She could just make out his face in the dim moonlight filtering through the glass window. “J-Jared?” she asked, watching his golden brown eyes meet hers, “Why? Why would you...?” “I have dreamed about this for years.” he murmured softly, bringing her closer and cuddling with her on the bed. “I almost put it into action before you left the state but I chose to let it all play out, I have you now though and I won't be letting you go anytime soon.” he said with a warning growl. Lisa whimpered fearfully, 'This won't end well...' Third Story Third story     Lilly gave a shy glance to her car partner. The blonde woman had her eyes trained on the road. Would they finally get to be alone? All phones had been left in their shared house except for the emergency one.   God would Leah finally dominate her? Just thinking about it made her hot and wet with need. The cabin couldn’t have come into view any sooner. If she had been trapped in the car for one more minute she would have pounced on Leah.   “Lets unpack and make dinner.” The blonde instructed.   Though what she wanted to do was far from unpacking she nodded and grabbed the bathroom bag.       Leah watched as her lover started cooking. The lovely sounds of pots clanking and the sizzling of butter on a hot surface made her smile. It had been a great idea to take the week off so they could be alone.   She fully planed on introducing Lilly into the world of BDS&M and she was her master. Her only hope was that Lilly would trust her enough to follow through with her role.   Leah sighed and pushed off the doorframe to head to the wine cellar where finely aged wines were stored. If she was to seduce her lover then she would do it right.     Lilly gave a sigh of disappointment when Leah moved away. Was this weekend going to be a cuddle only? If so she really wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the week. She had suggested this so they could explore the world of sex together.   Something popped in the living room but she ignored it. Just Leah starting the fire. Before she could put the food on the plates a wet towel slapped across her ass, making her yelp in surprise and pain.   Leah stood in one of the doorways with the wet towel swinging from her hand. “Run.” She ordered. Lilly took off for the bedroom, knowing it was the safest place in the cabin.   But Leah had other ideas. She herded Lilly through the house, forcing her to look into some very embarrassing rooms. Before the smaller girl could reach the kitchen, Leah had her pinned against the hallway wall.   The wet towel was rubbed against her clothed core, enticing a moan from her. “Do you like this?” Leah teased, nipping the shell of her ear.   “Y-yes…” suddenly Leah was gone and the towel slapped her wet crotch painfully.   “Get undressed and meet me in the living room.”       Step one complete. Get rid of those annoying clothes. Leah smugly grinned as a naked Lilly entered the living room. She loved it when the younger girl blushed. She wasn’t a virgin, Leah had taken care of that long ago, but she still blushed like one.   “Come eat.” Lilly padded softly over to the low table by the fire and seated herself at one of the plates. Deciding to play a little with her, Leah grabbed Lilly’s hair after they had eaten and whispered, “On all fours.”   Lilly’s eyes widened and she hurriedly got on her hands and knees. Leaving her alone with the order of ‘stay’ she went into the bedroom to get her toy bag.   When she returned Lilly’s arms were shaking slightly. Soon they would collapse with pleasure, if their owner behaved right. “Whom do you belong to?” Leah asked, running a hand over the round, firm ass of her soon to be slave.   “Y-you…” Lilly whispered, slightly uncertain.   “Good girl.” Came her reply along with a small rewarding slap to the girls’ pussy. A moan escaped her rosy lips. Taking one of the dildos out, Leah rubbed the tip against her slave’s lips. “Lick it.”   The small pink tongue darted out to swipe across the tip, never encasing it in her mouth. When it was coated enough Leah moved down to the soaked cunt. “Such an eager slave.” She cooed, rubbing the slick folds. Slowly she rubbed the thick fake cock against Lilly.     Lilly gasped when the dildo touched her pussy lips. She wanted to feel it inside of her, to feel her master fucking her. But when she pushed her hips back she earned a hard smack to her ass.   “No.” came the cold command, “Must I punish you?” a whine escaped into the air and her cunt only became wetter. “My, my, does this little slave think she deserves to have this cock in her pussy? Because she should know that it belongs to her master and her master will do whatever she wants with it.”   Leah smacked her nether lips with the dildo, “Tell me slave, do you want to feel this cock inside of you?”   “Yes.”   Smack! “Yes what?”   “Yes please master!”   A chuckle floated through the air, “Good girl.” Inching it every so slowly, Leah pushed the cock into her slaves’ willing body. When her hips rolled back she slapped the plump ass that was in the air, “Do not move.” She hissed.   Lilly whimpered at the force of the blow but stayed still. Again her master pushed the cock ever so slowly into her body until it was fully inside. “Good girl.” Leah cooed. Straps were placed around her thighs and around her waist to keep the object form exiting her body without Leah’s permission.   Lilly heard a click before something warm, slick and vibrating was placed at her back entrance. Surly Leah wouldn’t venture into this realm yet? But she was. Slowly the small vibrating egg slid into her ass with a slight twinge of pain, “If you cum you will be punished.” Leah warned.   Suddenly her nerves were on end with her trying not to let her body be pulled into the sea of pleasure. She wasn’t sure what Leah would do if she came before she was told but if it was anything like the videos she had watched it wouldn’t be that good.   “Oh…god…” she moaned.   “Lick.” Leah commanded. The very wet pussy of her master was offered up and Lilly took it. Sliding her tongue through the bare lips to taste the nectar she was offered. Her master moaned and threw her head back, “More.” Letting her teeth scrape the bundle of nerves she was rewarded with a sharp cry of pleasure.   “You will not cum until I do.” Leah growled, hips bucking into Lilly’s mouth. Suckling one of the swollen lips she set out to make her master cum so she could too.   Slowly the room heated up, but not because of the fire. The two women beside of it were creating a whole new fire that would have anyone begging to join in. Lilly suckled the tiny pearl as the egg in her ass vibrated and the cock in her cunt shifted with every movement she made. It was hard not to cum but squeezing her legs together she continued to pleasure her master.   Suddenly a rush of liquid came from Leah along with a yelp of pleasure. She had come. “Cum for me little slave.” She rasped. With a howl of her own, Lilly felt her end slam down on her, making her hips buck to keep up the intense sensations.   Slowly Leah removed the egg and the dildo from Lilly’s body, the poor girl collapsing to the ground with aftershocks. This was it for tonight but she made no promises for the next night as she picked up the tired slave and carried her to one of the ‘play’ rooms. Fourth Story One weird thing happened one night when I spied a heavenly brunette at the bar trying to get picked up. She had a long skirt on with a slit up to her hip and a low cut blouse. She was definitely hot and I was unconsciously staring at her. Suddenly she made eye contact and smiled. I had momentarily forgot that I wasn't a man and quickly had to turn away. Later, when I was clearing she came up to me and slipped me a note saying 'I want to eat you! Call me, Amy' and her phone number. I really wish that I could have taken her up on the offer but alas had to forget about it.     I was all nervous that day before my first payday. I didn't know why. After all, I had no intention of repeating the blowjob. Since that interview though, it was all that I could think of, every night, eventually masturbating myself to sleep. Every day I saw Carl, smiling at me, relishing that moment. "What a sick, ugly man he is", I thought to myself as I knocked on his office door.     "Come on in darlin, I knew you'd be back", he giggled as I shut the door behind me. Twenty minutes later, I was swallowing Carl's salty load of cum for the second time. Again he offered to fuck me and again I turned him down, as this scene would become our weekly ritual. After each time I gave him head, I went to the ladies room to freshen up, and my dick would be so hard that I had to jerk it off to keep it from getting in the way. I had to admit to myself that I really did enjoy doing it, that it wasn't just for the money, which scared me.     Luckily, I finally met someone at school. I met Sandra at the pool, while doing my morning workout. She was a regular swimmer too. We got along great and started dating. We could only go out in the afternoons because I worked five nights a week. I told her that I did night deliveries for a large bakery to throw her off. If I said I worked at a place she might be inclined to come visit. Sandra was perfect though. She had blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair, stood only five foot two and had a killer hard swimmers body. She complimented me often on how slim and smooth I appeared. Being a swimmer she knows that the serious male swimmers shave off all their body hair.     After a few dates, we were having sex, and I would often use Sandra to reassure my masculinity, fucking her with every fiber of energy that I had. We would meet between classes, or just after classes, have wild heart stopping sex than I would have to go to work. We were in love and our relationship worked for three months but the one problem she always had was the lack of evenings and weekend time I had to spend time with her. It was frustrating when she would want an evening out and I could not do anything about it. I wasn't going to quit my rewarding job. She got mad with me a few times on the subject and our relationship began to show some strain.     Meanwhile, work was never better, the tips were rolling in, and I had many admirers other than the boss. This one driver, Roy, was a regular on Friday nights, was especially sweet on me, asking me out every week. He was good looking as far as guys went, in a Harrison Ford kind of way. But every week I continued to reject him.     Then one Friday it happened, Sandra and I had a big fight again because she wanted me to go with her and some friends to a party. She was furious with me when I refused to call in sick for the night at my 'bakery' job. After she stormed off, I got ready for work as usual, donning my feminine persona for The Fifth Wheel. At roughly 11:30 pm I noticed a group of college kids come in for a few drinks, they were already pretty loaded. Horror seized me when I discovered that one of them was my Sandra, and that they were being sat in my section. My heart was racing, and panic was setting in. I quickly grabbed one of the other waitresses and asked to swap tables claiming one of the boys had given me a rough time before and handed her $20.00. She agreed thankfully for me. As much as I tried to avoid them, I couldn't help but notice one of the guys was all over Sandra. He was touching her, put his arm around her, whispered in her ear. She was drunk and giddy and pulled the guy, Steve, I think his name was, on to the dance floor. They were like a train wreck from being so drunk. When the bad played a slow song she was hanging onto him tightly, pressing her body against his. At one point he leaned down to kiss her and she responded by giving him a long soul kiss and greedily sucked on his tongue for all to see. I was pissed, but could nothing about it, so I took it out on the customers. I could blame it on PMS later. Finally Sandra, Steve and their friends all left at 1:00 am and I cringed thinking what they would do next. Roy was there that night and noticed my dismay. He offered his help in any way and when I looked into his deep blue eyes, I said,     "Will you still be in town tomorrow?"     "Ya, I usually don't head out til later, no rush to get home on Sunday," he replied.     "Think you can take me out to dinner tomorrow, around seven? Not here, out of town?" I asked batting my big eyelashes.     "Sure!" he stumbled in disbelief. I told the boss I was feeling ill and might have the flue. They would not likely expect me the next night.     I didn't hear from Sandra at all the next day. I followed through with my date with Roy, enjoying dinner 15 miles away from town. I had bought a new dress, a sexy blue number that concealed the chest well, but was very leggy. I wore my black seemed stockings, and 4" pumps to highlight my nice ass. I also bought a 2" wide pearl choker to wear around my neck. I really looked delicious and Roy told me every chance he had. We danced for a while and he got a chance to let his hands feel up my rear while I pressed my fake boobs against him. We kissed several times, and I did become caught up in the moment, feeling like a real woman. I to constantly fix my lipstick from all of the making out we were doing.  Back at the motel, I had planned to just call it a night, but I was as horny as he was and did not want to stop. While making out in the car I could feel his hard on pressing on my thigh through his pants. I would be too cruel to leave him like that. As a guy I felt sorry for him, hell I felt sorry for myself. My dick was cramped up inside my tight panties with no room for movement. I stopped us for a minute and I told him that I really wanted to have sex with him but was on my period. I could see the disappointment in his eyes and decided to do what only my boss knows about. I pulled out Roy's erection. It was massive, maybe 10" long and thick. I gave it a few kisses and long licks like an ice cream cone. Roy was in heaven; I could tell he liked it so I gave him my best effort sucking his cock better than I ever did Carl's. He was hard to deep throat but I eventually got most of it down. I don't think he ever had head like that and when he came I thought I would drown. I swallowed desperately. His red-hot man sauce ran out the corners of my mouth, down my chin and onto my dress. It was beautiful. I cleaned him up with my mouth and wiped the remainder from my face. He gave me a goodnight kiss on the forehead and I left him and went home. I masturbated for two solid hours and came seven times thinking about my evening.     For the next few days I was depressed. I figured that I lost my girlfriend for good and that I was in falling in love with a guy I could never be myself with. I was a mess. This lasted a few weeks until in early January. The boss was giving funny looks all day, not looking very pleased and it was getting me worried. It was the day before payday and that meant the usual blowjob in the office. I was scared when I went up to his office.     He had some documents scattered on his desk that he was leaning against. Usually we sat on his couch and I would lean over and do him but something was different today. I just wanted to get it over with and get out of there so I sank to my knees on his hard wood floor and unzipped his pants and took out his ugly cock. I went right to work. He seemed to take a while to get hard this time. As I sucked him as best I could he eventually got stiff and started fucking my face like he usually did. This was a good sign. He soon popped his load, right on queue right down into my stomach. As I was getting up, ready to get out of there, he stopped me.     "Robin, that's a boys name right?" he asked.     "Girls or boys, I suppose," I nervously added.     "Ya, but you're a boy, right?" he pursued.  "Or at least one of them queeny fags, right?" I looked at the hunting trophies on the wall and pictured my own head up there. I was silent and shaking in fear.     He went on, "while doing the tax forms I noticed this thing here, stating that your previous returns were filed as a male. I thought it was a mistake so I called your last employer in Boston to tell him. He assured me that you were very defiantly a boy. So I thought about it for a while and needed to take another look at you. I'll give you credit, you had me fooled. I don't like being fooled. Who else knows about this?"     "No one! No one, just me I promise." I pleaded still using my feminine voice. I was horrified that he would kill me or beat the shit out of me at the very least.     "Stop, I ain't gonna hurt ya," He said. I was getting ready to leave and asked,     "So I guess I'm fired then? I'll not say a word to anyone on my way out and you'll never see me again, promise." A look of disappointment came over his face.     "No, your not fired! Hell you're the best waitress this place ever had. Not to mention, you suck cock better than any waitress I ever had. If you can keep up the act and keep your mouth shut about this, you can keep working as long as you want," he continued much to my relief. I was about to go and fix myself up when Carl stopped me again. I was confused. My relief was beginning to slip away.     "There is just one more thing," he said. "Now that you don't have to hide what's under your skirt from me, I believe it's time that I finally get to fuck that hot little ass." He had his brawny hand on my arm and wheeled my around to his desk. As I slammed into it Carl pushed me face down onto the desk. My skirt was hiked up to my waist and I felt him pull my panties down to my thighs. I thought about yelling for help but realized that I preferred not to attract any attention. I heard him haucking back in is throat before spitting a big gob of spit on my ass. He probed with one of his meaty fingers at my anal entrance finding the mark and working the saliva in. After a minute of that he unzipped and pulled out his rejuvenated cock, ready for action. He spit again into his palm and worked the saliva over his angry member. Soon his familiar cock head was pressing against my sphincter. It hurt like hell as he shoved it in rather quickly. He didn't let up until I could feel his hairy balls slapping against my sac. He grunted his approval of how good and tight my ass felt around his dick.     Carl began pounding in and out of me while holding onto my hips. I was in tears from the pain that he chose to ignore. Slam! Slam! Slam! His cock was relentless in its anal assault. It was quite rough and my own cock was free and rubbing against the leather of my skirt, which was pinned against the top of the boss's desk under both our weight. He had just had an orgasm less than ten minutes before and at his age I knew that I was in for the long haul. I was surprised to find that my dick was equally as hard as the one plowing my bottom. It was about ten minutes into the fucking that the pain I was feeling turned to numbness. I started to enjoy the feeling of being filled. I concentrated on trying to get Carl off as quick as possible. I started fucking back. I met his thrusts with mine and worked my ass in a circular motion. I found myself panting,     "Fuck me! That's it baby, fuck my sweet ass!" Carl loved this and shifted into high gear, fucking me with everything he had. I loved it too. Finally after almost twenty minutes of drilling, my boss buried himself to the hilt and released his blistering hot sperm into my rectum. We were both panting like we just ran a marathon. He pulled out of my bum without ceremony. I suddenly began to feel somewhat empty. Carl brought his wet, flaccid unit around the desk to my face. I obediently opened my mouth as he pushed it inside. I dutifully cleaned his nasty cock up for him until it was spit shined. As he was fixing himself up he said,     "Good piece of ass, I'm gonna love fucking that every week before payday from now on. Don't worry you'll get the two hundred I promised. Hurry up and clean up, I need you back to work before the rush. Don't forget to clean my desk too." What did he say? I soon realized what he was talking about. I had not noticed that I had cum all over his desk and my skirt. I must have been paying so much attention to his orgasm that I didn't notice my own at the same time. Wow! Like a kitten I lapped up my jism from his desk and swallowed it down. I used Carl's private bathroom to tidy up my cloths, hair and makeup. My ass was so sore, I didn't think I could finish working but somehow I managed.     I was Carl's bitch from then on; fucking and sucking his angry looking cock anytime he pleased. I did negotiate more free time as compensation. The one thing lacking in my life called me a couple weeks later. Sandra was very apologetic for being so selfish to me. She admitted that she had sex with someone else but regretted it. She said that she loved me and wanted me back and said she would be more understanding from then on. I was happy about that and told her that I would have more free time for her as well. I couldn't wait to kiss and make up and told her so. She told me to meet her at her place right away for make up sex. But before I could hang up the phone to leave she said,     "Oh, one more thing, could you come dressed as the waitress, I have always had this lesbian fantasy." Text: Purely smut and all sex All rights reserved. Publication Date: September 19th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-thedevilswings

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jewel crotan My billionaire Rockstar She’s always felt like an average girl, not a size 0 supermodel, so she doesn’t get how someone as perfect as him could possibly be interested in her. But he craves and needs her, and won’t take no for an answer. They agree to just enjoy each other on their getaway with no expectations. But she can’t stop wondering what he is hiding. Will she discover his secrets? Or will they learn to live in the moment? Belle tells you from her point of view about their unforgettable, hot getaway chapter one I look around the gorgeous tropical views and can’t believe my luck. Travel writing may be the gig for me if I can manage to pay the bills with it, along with my other writing assignments. I adjust my sundress and grab my phone for a walk around the grounds of the quaint boutique resort. I’ve never been to Punta Cana but I’ve been dying to go to the Dominican Republic for years. Quickly, I check my emails on my phone. I smile as I see one from my best friend and roommate, Julia. She’s just checking to see if I made it okay to the resort, and is so jealous but happy for me about my exotic travel writing trip. I punch in a quick response to let her know all is well and that I’ll write more or call her later. It’s my first day at this gig but it feels like the first day of vacation. I don’t have anywhere to be until tomorrow’s events, so I might as well enjoy the sights and a little drink at the outdoor bar. After I grab a little sunscreen and my sunglasses, I check myself in the mirror. Hmm, did I gain even more weight? Why am I so pale and heavy? I guess it’ll have to do. In my head, I hear Julia’s concerned voice scolding me. “Stop that! You’re gorgeous, Belle.” I half cock a smile and nod my head. It’s true that I’ve always been self-conscious of my weight and curviness. And I’ve never been the kind of girl that got a lot of attention anyway. It never really mattered before when I was with Mike. The mere thought of my cheating ex-boyfriend made my blood boil. No! I’m not ruining this trip with thoughts of that undeserving cheat. So I force myself to think happy thoughts. I’m in paradise! For God’s sake, look around! It’s time for a fruity, tropical drink outside while soaking in the gorgeous scenery. I walk out my charming bungalow and towards the main pool area where there’s an outdoor bar, shaded by a breezy straw roof and surrounded by softly swaying palm trees. The strong sun beats down on my pale skin as I hustle faster to beat the rays. Nobody is in the pool. They must be on that perfect beach, only steps away from the bar. That’s next, after a little welcome drink, I think. As I walk up to the bar, I notice there is nobody there except the bartender and one customer. An extremely attractive man, sitting alone. As I stroll up, his intense gaze and beautiful dark brown eyes lock onto me. Our gazes meet for a moment before I look away, suddenly feeling shy. I feel the heat rising on my cheeks. I stand a few feet away from the smoldering hot stranger at the bar, giving him an awkward, quick smile. The bartender looks up with a smile. “Hi,” I smile to him as I look around at the displayed bottles of liquor. He’s a local, I can tell, but he asks me in English, “What can I get you?” I ask him about the list of drink specials displayed in the small plastic ad on the table and then I pick something fruity. As he goes off to make it, the beautiful stranger next to me flashes me a brilliant smile. I grin back quickly and automatically. His dark tan skin and perfect smile make my heart leap in my throat. He’s intimidatingly handsome with a searing, strong presence. “Hi, how are you?” he asks in the smoothest sexiest voice. “My name is Ricky.” He extends his hand out for a polite handshake with that devastating grin. “Hi,” I smile back, grinning like an idiot. There’s a lump in my throat and for a moment, I don’t know what to say. Like I’ve lost all my motor skills and his beauty and rugged hotness has rendered me speechless. Damn, he’s distracting. Speak! My inner voice screams at me. “Uh, hi, I’m good, thanks. I’m Belle,” I say as I reach my hand out to shake his. His eyes feel like they’re bearing into me. Thank God my drink shows up at that moment, giving me an excuse to look away and a second to collect myself. “Cheers,” he tips his glass. “Did you just arrive? Here for vacation?” “Oh, yes, just got here. I’m here on a press trip actually as a writer. What about you?” I try to sound calm but I’m feeling flustered. I’m not used to talking to someone so distractingly gorgeous. He must be bored or just being nice, I tell myself. I learn that he’s on a little vacation with his friend just for a few days. As we chat, I notice a gorgeous supermodel type girl in a string bikini walk by, who stares Ricky down. Suddenly, I’m feeling even more self-conscious. Maybe I should leave. He surely must notice that perfect skinny goddess walking by and checking him out. But he doesn’t even blink an eye. Instead, he’s completely wrapped up into our conversation. I don’t know what to make of this mysterious stranger. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I wonder if a little walk on the beach will do me some good. “I think I’m going to take this drink down the beach for a walk,” I smile to Ricky as I fumble to collect my purse and wrap. I’m doing him a favor. That will give him a gracious out so he can talk to that supermodel. He jumps to his feet. “Let me come with you. I’ve been wanting to stretch my legs. Uh, if that’s okay with you, of course.” He throws some cash down on the bar and nods to the bartender. “This is for our drinks.” I blush immediately. “Um, of course. A little company would be nice.” Within a few steps, we’re on the firm, sandy beach under the hot blazing sun. I can smell the ocean as we stroll on the narrow beach strip by the resort. There are a few scattered sunbathers but we walk closer towards the water. As we stroll slowly with our drinks, I take a deep breath and take in the salty ocean air and the tropical paradise. It’s heaven. Too perfect. Am I dreaming? I’m in heaven with an impossibly handsome Adonis. What is going on? I start feeling instantly uncomfortable again. The unwelcome face of my ex-boyfriend flashes in my mind’s eye as I try to push him out. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling this way. Not only am I not ready for anything with anyone… how can I understand why this perfect, drop dead gorgeous man is showering me with so much attention? I try to push the unwelcome thoughts out of my head and just stay in the moment. “A penny for your thoughts, beautiful Belle,” Ricky grins at me. I give him a puzzled look. Did he just call me beautiful? “What are you thinking about so intently?” he asks teasingly. “I know it’s a work trip for you, but you’re not working now. You’re practically on vacation. Maybe you should try to enjoy it a little?” I can’t help smiling at him. “Oh, nothing really. I tend to be a worrier sometimes. But yes, you’re right. I’m going to enjoy this work vacation.” Especially if he’s in it, I smile to myself. I love looking at him. I’ve only just met this mysterious, dark, handsome stranger but I can’t stop staring at his sculpted face, intense eyes and toned body. Is he a model? I notice that he seems to brush off any hints and questions about his life. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable and figure that he’s just private like I am. Yes, we’re on vacation. We’ll leave it like that. No awkward interrogating questions and no expectations. As we stroll down the beach, I look up and see a local walking towards us. We’re at a quite expensive boutique resort and for a moment, I think he sticks out with his ragged appearance. Maybe he’s a homeless beach bum. As he nears, he breaks into a run. Before I can think, he’s suddenly torn my purse off my shoulders and barrels down the beach. I stop and gasp in shock. Then instantly, Ricky bolts down the beach in hot pursuit after him. Holy crap! I stare at them running away with my mouth open. Everyone who was sunning themselves nearby stands up and looks in awe at the scene unfolding before them. I’m immobile. I feel sick and horribly worried. What in the hell was that? And why did he run after him? I didn’t even have that much in my purse. Oh God, what if something happens to him? I start pacing on the beach, wondering what I should do. I see them far off in the distance as they turn off the beach, and into the local neighborhood. Oh no, what if he gets hurt in an alleyway? So stupid! I feel guilty for putting him in that situation. Why did I even need to bring my purse anyway? I notice that my mind and nerves are all over the place but I’m back where we started, near the resort’s pool bar. I walk up a few feet to seek refuge under the shade. All I can do is wait powerlessly and hope for the best. “Bartender, another drink, please,” I say numbly as I sink into a stool. I stare off into the distance, where it all happened, looking for him to return. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably a half hour, I see him! Thank God! I run out to the beach to meet him. My poor hero. He’s almost staggering on the beach, looking tired and worn from the intense chase under the blazing hot midday sun. I stare at him wistfully, silently praying that all is okay. He sees me in the distance and holds my purse up high in victory. As I finally smile in relief, he collapses to his knees on the sandy beach. “Ricky!” I run over to him. I kneel down and blurt out, “Oh my God, are you okay? What happened? You shouldn’t have chased that guy!” I quickly scan him and breathe a small sigh of relief as I don’t see any evidence of blood or injury. He was sweat-soaked and gasping hard to catch his breath, but still so handsome as he nodded, and panted in response. chapter two  “Oh good…Ricky? What the hell is going on?” I hear a loud man’s voice boom angrily next to me. “Are you okay? What just happened?” A slightly older, heavyset man rushes over towards Ricky and me. “Here, drink this.” He shoves a bottle of cold water towards Ricky. After a couple seconds, he was ready to speak. “Belle, this is my friend, Edward. Edward, I’m fine. Belle had her purse snatched and I had to get it back for her,” he pants casually. “What? Ricky, are you kidding me? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt!” yells Edward. He’s clearly agitated by his rash action. I raise an eyebrow at him freaking out. Shouldn’t that be me right now? Who was this guy anyway? “Edward, calm down already. The point is, I’m not. I’m completely fine. Now, if you don’t mind, Belle and I were just leaving,” he dismisses him with a serious glare. Then Edward looks over at me, assessing me for a few more seconds before looking puzzled and raising an eyebrow dismissively. I immediately feel uncomfortable. I was an average girl, but too curvy. I’m sure I didn’t measure up to the supermodels Ricky usually dates. In a brief moment, his judgmental and cruel look said it all. “Fine, but call me if you have any problems next time, okay?” He narrows his eyes and storms off. As soon as he leaves, I turn to Ricky. “Who’s your ‘friend’? He’s awfully protective of you, isn’t he? I’M the one who was about to start screaming at you for doing such a crazy thing!” I half question and half tease him. “Oh, never mind him. He’s an old friend who I’ve worked with for a long time. Edward is my manager, I guess you could say. Yes, he knew my dad and he’s protective of me. Probably because we work together and he needs me to stay employed.” He crinkles his tan, Greek god-like nose. “Anyway, why don’t we get out of here. Can I walk you back to your quarters? I want to make sure you’re safe.” A part of me leaps inside and screams in joy, just looking at him and listening to his sweet words. Before I knew what I was doing, I grin and throw my arms around him for a tight hug. Then I pull back, and feel self-consciously shy all over again. “I still can’t believe you did that for me. I appreciate it, but I’d never want you to get hurt. It wouldn’t be worth it,” I scold softly with a smile. “I’m fine, really, Belle. Come on, let’s get outta this hot sun,” he says as he pulls me closer. Inside to myself, I squeal and smile inside. Slowly, we walk off the beach towards my bungalow. Within a few minutes, we’re at my door. It wasn’t me at all, but in that moment, I didn’t care if it sounded too bold. It only felt right to invite him inside after he’d risked his life for my purse. “Why don’t you come in? Just to have a seat and a drink, at least?” “Sure, I’d love that. Thank you,” he says as he flashes a polite but irresistibly sexy smile at me. My insides involuntarily tingle every time he speaks and looks at me that way. I offer him a seat on the couch as I check on drinks. “I hope some wine is okay. It’s all I had time to pick up after I got here.” As I saunter over towards him with our drinks, I feel increasingly flushed again. He’s so distractingly handsome and sexy. And I can’t believe he’s in my living room. After he “saved me,” it was almost starting to feel like a date. I sit next to him on the couch, feeling acutely aware of how close we are, in a private space. “Thank you again, Ricky. I’m sorry that happened, but I’m so glad you’re okay. And…besides all that, I’ve had a really nice time with you today.” I look down as my cheeks flush. From the moment we met through and after all the excitement, my feelings for him were spinning out of control, dangerously fast. I was not expecting that. He looks right into me with his soulful, sexy dark brown eyes. “I had a wonderful time meeting you today, Belle. I’m so glad you did, too. I’d love to see you again. Soon.” His eyes search mine for an answer. My lips curl into a smile. He wants to see me again? This beautiful, heroic, sexy man wants to see me again? But within an instant, a nagging doubt and sick feeling comes over me. Why? Why and how could a perfect man like him, be interested in an average woman like me? Maybe he was just like my ex and couldn’t be trusted. He must’ve detected my hesitation. “Belle, what’s wrong? Didn’t you enjoy our time together?” he sounds wounded and tentative. “No, that’s not it at all. I…I’m sorry. Of course, I’d love to see you again,” I drift off.  “But? What’s the problem?” he seems genuinely concerned. “Ricky, I’m not sure if I’m ready for much. Not now. I just came out of a long-term relationship and it didn’t end well,” I admit quietly. “But I do really enjoy you. And our time together,” I say softly, feeling emboldened again. He leans towards me and takes my hands into his. My heart leaps as I feel his warm hands in mine and we looked deeply into each other’s eyes. “Beautiful Belle, I understand. I won’t rush you and I don’t ask for much. All I know, is that I really enjoy being with you. We’re kind of on vacation and want to be happy, right? So why don’t we get rid of the pressure with no expectations? Why don’t we just forget about everything else in the world then, and just enjoy each other for now?” His strong, warm hands burn in mine as he brings them up to his sexy, soft lips to gently kiss the tips of my hands. I feel my insides burning, on fire, as I fight the urge to wince. He has a crazy physical effect on my body and it’s overwhelming. “No expectations?” I manage to eke out softly. “None,” he whispers as he leans in for a kiss. For a moment, I feel like I was going to pass out in excitement, wanting and needing his kiss. Then my inner voice screams inside at me, “NO!” I jump back a little. He seems a little startled or hurt when I jump back. “Oh, Belle, I’m sorry. I…Uh, are you okay?” “Yes, yes. I…I’m sorry, Ricky. Maybe we should talk more later about this. I’m not sure if I’m ready right now. But, I do love your ideas. About enjoying each other for now.” “I don’t want to rush you. I respect you and what you want. Just know that, we can just get away together…this week only. Indulge ourselves, have fun, enjoy each other. Because we deserve it. And that’s it. Then we’ll go our separate ways, and you won’t even have to think about it again if you don’t want to. No pressure or expectations,” he says matter-of-factly and convincingly as he takes a sip of wine. “Well, you make a strong case and you’re awfully convincing,” I teasingly whisper to him. He makes some good points. I do deserve some fun time, and it could be nice to forget about my cheating ex for a while. Then it’s back to the regular grind in a few days anyway. “Mm, don’t tease me, you beautiful creature, you,” he growls at me in a sexy tone. I can’t help but giggle. Me? A beautiful creature? I feign mock offense. “You…you’re a beautiful creature, you are,” I stutter a little and get fake-annoyed at him as my voice lowers. Damn it! Real slick, my inner voice chides me. I’m not used to getting lavished with such high praise at all, let alone by someone as Greek-god like as him. He laughs lightly and pulls me closer. “You are gorgeous. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, the second you walked into my view.” “Aw, Ricky, you’re sweet but you don’t have to say all that,” I whisper. “I’m sure you can get any girl you want.” “Shh…what do you mean? You’re gorgeous, Belle. Look at those beautiful eyes. Soft lips. Perfect skin. Irresistible curves. You’re what I want.” I’m vaguely aware that my cheeks flush crimson as I bite my lower lip and look at him longingly. Oh, I want him, too. We lean in, even closer to each other slowly. My temperature rises as I start to feel faint. Then his warm, soft lips are on mine. We wrap our arms around each other and kiss deeper. His lips feel so soft, his kiss so tender yet passionately hot. I gasp in his mouth, feeling so overwhelmed by his hot kiss. It happens so fast that it scares me a little. I reluctantly pull away. He stares into my eyes, looking puzzled and searching for clues. After a moment of silence, he gently says, “I don’t want to rush you. It’s fine. I should probably go.” I slowly smile at him and leap into his arms for a big, tight hug. He smells so divine and his body feels rock hard, smooth and toned underneath me. “Ricky. Thank you so much for everything. For understanding. For today,” I whisper. “Yes, I’d absolutely love to see you again. I agree, we should make the most of our vacation time.” “Well, let’s continue where we left off and go out tomorrow then,” he grins at me. “Oh, I have an orientation and press trip tomorrow. But it’s only during the day. I’ll be back right after dinner. I know you’ve mentioned vacation for you, but some of us are here to actually work, you know,” I say teasingly. “Oh, no problem. I’ll catch you tomorrow night then, my beautiful Belle,” he says with that incredible smile of his, making me melt instantly. chapter three  “I can’t wait,” I purr as I walk him to the door. * * * * Last night and this morning has my mind in a fog. I have to focus on work details but my mind keeps going back to my handsome mystery man. The way he made me feel was unmistakable. In just a few hours, I went crazy for him. But yet, I didn’t even know what he does for a living. Every time personal matters came up, he seemed to distract and change the topic. So how well did I really know him anyway? Yet I didn’t want to push it. I figure he has his reasons. I was intensely personal and private, so I understood. And we were on a getaway trip partly to leave those things behind. I couldn't stop thinking about him. After getting ready for my day on the boat tour, I have a little extra time for coffee and a quick call to my friend. I pull out my iPad and Face Time Julia. She answers quickly. "Hey, girl! I was starting to wonder where you've been," exclaims Julia. In my iPad, I can tell she was just getting up. "Yeah, sorry. It's kind of been a crazy couple of days. But nothing's wrong. I only have a few minutes so thought I'd check in before taking the local boating tour." "Ooh, fancy," Julia teases. "Well, I hope you're having fun at least. You know you deserve this, don't you? It's time that you take out some time for yourself. Any hot guys down there?" "Oh my God," I giggle at her. "You know I'm just here to work and get this article done." I don't know why I jump to be so defensive. "Nobody is questioning their work ethic and professionalism. I'm just saying, it's time to move on. And you deserve some fun." Julia's tone softens as she seems genuinely concerned as a friend. I know she’s talking about that cheater, Mike, of course. "I know, I know. Thanks, Julia. I'll try to loosen up and have a little fun, too," I smile at her in my tablet screen. She has been such a good friend, helping me so much through the disappointments of my last relationship. "Oh shoot, I can't be late. How about I text or call you later?" I say to Julia, as I notice the time. "No problem, girl. Enjoy your fancy boat trip. We'll talk soon," she smiles and blows me a kiss before we disconnect. I'm excited to be in this exotic and beautiful foreign country. As I step outside, the warm sun and tropical, natural smells fill my senses. I rush through the day, trying to pay attention to logistics and interesting facts given by the boat tour operator. I manage to take copious notes and snap a few interesting pictures. But all day long, thoughts of him permeate my mind. Countless times, I find my mind wandering back to thoughts of him. His beautiful face, toned physique, sweet expressions and things he would say to me. I chide myself, reminding myself that I've only known him for a few hours. In fact, there was so much about him that I didn't know. Although I manage to get enough notes and pictures from the day, it's hard to keep my mind on work. And I wonder, will he reach out to me tonight, as he said he would? The thought of seeing him again distracts me like no other, breaking any attention I have to the droning tour operator. Good thing I have a voice recorder. My mind screams at me. It's too early, I'm just not ready! But when I think about seeing him again, feeling his strong hands in mine, his warm, toned body against mine, I shudder and can't stop grinning like an idiot. Maybe we could just have a little fun and enjoy our time together, like he suggested last night. I fight to keep my mind on the day's work. Why was he so distracting? After a day of touring and talking with the other press tour attendees and guides, it’s finally time to go home. It felt like an extra-long day but at least I got the bulk of my work done, enough to write a few feature articles. I really just want to get home and jump into a shower. You know what you want, my inside voice taunts me. I admit, I want to know if he's going to reach out to me again. Maybe it was a fluke, I shouldn't get my hopes up for a guy like him. After all, I just wasn't ready and the timing was terrible. I realize my inner voice is telling me all of these excuses, to protect myself from the certain disappointment I would have if he didn't follow through. I convince myself to be practical about it. I am kind of on vacation, and I should enjoy myself! Perhaps I've had too many drinks, although it was only two, but I refuse to drive myself crazy over some guy I hardly know. I decide that it's time to move on and not be so hard on myself. If it's meant to be, or if it's not, I won't have any expectations. As I get home to my bungalow, I come in and quickly get ready to shower and relax. But before I get a chance, I see a mysterious and beautiful package on the bed. As I approach, I see it is a gorgeous assortment of flowers and local delicacies with a note.    "Hello beautiful. Thinking about you. I will call you tonight and pick you up for a little local fun in the nearby town. Perhaps another story for your writing? Ricky." Then I hear a buzz on my phone. I look up a little startled. Taking a look, I don't recognize the number but the text message makes it clear. "Belle, I'll pick you up in an hour. Wear a sexy dress. Looking forward to it. Ricky." I grin from ear to ear. But how did he even get my cell phone number? I could have sworn I didn't give it to him last night. Maybe I was mistaken? I shake my head. And he wants a sexy dress, huh? I have the perfect black dress in mind. Although I'm curvy, this dress hugs my curves in all the right places. I'm rather self-conscious with most outfits, but this was a rare and perfect fit. What did he have in mind for us tonight? Even if it was a quiet night, just sitting next to him and listening to his beautiful voice and looking at his handsome face, it would be a perfect night for me. My inner voices squeal giddily at the exciting thought. In record time, I shower and get dressed. I apply some makeup and work on my hair a little. And before I know it, there’s a knock on my door. As I open the door, I can't stop smiling at his handsome face smiling back at me. "Wow, hello, beautiful Belle," he breathes in sharply, looking me up and down as though he is quite impressed. I flush and look down. He gives a light wolf whistle. "Stop that, you're embarrassing me," I mutter sheepishly. I'm really not used to that kind of attention, especially from a man like him. "What, you're absolutely beautiful. No need to be embarrassed," he assures me. "Okay, I don't want to make you feel embarrassed. Shall we?" He offers his arm in a gentlemanly gesture. I lock onto his sculpted arm and let him escort me out into the night. When we get to the parking lot of the resort, there is a limo awaiting us. A good-looking, muscular and well-presented limo driver is at the door, holding it open for me with a nice smile. I shoot a glance at Ricky with a raised eyebrow. A limo? Where is he taking me? "You pulled out all the stops, didn't you? Nice limo," I tease him with a smile. "Oh, you have no idea," he teases me back with a winning grin. I smile but wonder what he means. So much mystery in the night and him, too. What is he hiding? Within a few minutes of driving, the limo stops. The door opens, as the driver extends his hand to help me out. I look up and see that we are in front of a small local bar or club. It looks nondescript yet lively and popular with the locals. "I figure since you are working on your travel writing here, that I'd bring you to some local flavor with the nightlife," Ricky explains. As we walk in, it feels like an authentic local club and bar, both with its decor and local Dominican flair. I hope I don't stick out too much as a foreigner. But I know I don't blend in. The music is loud and pulsating. The sexy, Latin beats go on as he pulls me towards the bar and dance floor. Oh, a dance floor, my inner voice winces. As a kid, I loved to dance. Then as I got older and notably heavier and curvier, I've avoided the dance floor. I tell myself to relax and enjoy the moment. Ricky turns around with two drinks, offering me one. I take it happily, as I look around the bar scene. It seems to be getting crowded quickly and more people are on the adjacent dance floor. Ricky pulls me off to the side so we have a little space. "Do you want to dance?" he beams at me with a mischievous look. "Um, sure," I grudgingly answer. But before I can get the words out, he grabs my hand and pulls me out to an open space on the dance floor. As if on cue, the music changes to a dramatic, pulsating, sexy Latin beat. He dramatically pulls me towards him, grabs my hips and does a sudden sexy move with me. I can't help but stare deeply into his intense eyes. I let my body go and flow with him and the music. Suddenly, I'm unaware of anybody else in the world, in that room, except for us. Our bodies move in a perfect rhythm, moving along with this sexy beat as we hold each other close and gaze into each other’s eyes. I feel my pulse rising and my heart beating faster. Normally, I'm terribly aware of my size and body in front of other people. But this moment was different. As he holds me and dances with me, I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. And no other girl but me exists anywhere for him. "Um, I'm not really a dancer. And everyone is staring," I whisper to Ricky in his ear. He gives me a sexy grin and laughs. "Don't you worry about that, Belle," he whispers back in my ear. "They're all just jealous that I'm with you. You are gorgeous, and you know exactly how to move." I shyly grin back at him with a raised eyebrow. But I know what he means. I’m determined to enjoy every moment with him, and simply live in the moment without expectations or a worry. chapter four  The club is dark and intimate. After a few drinks, I slowly get more comfortable on the dance floor with Ricky. I may be only 22, but I can't remember the last time I let go and had fun dancing on a dance floor. And with a gorgeous and talented dance partner like Ricky, I feel transported to another world. A smoky, sexy foreign world with impossibly hot exotic men like him. Actually, I haven't run into any other men like him. I look around and keep noticing eyes on us. At some or all parts of the night, it seems like every woman here stares at Ricky. Is that what it would always be like with him? I still don't understand because he can clearly have any woman he wants, yet he wants me in his arms right now. It was strange to me, yet an incredible turn on. We’re on the dance floor, and our bodies quickly learn to move together perfectly in sync, in a slow and hot sensual lock step. I feel sweat forming on my brow. And I don't think it's from the local heat and humidity. Every time he moves his hips, grabs mine and pulls me close, I almost fall apart. I bite my lip and I feel it like explosions shattering inside my body. He has an incredible physical effect on me with every move and glance my way. My intense physical attraction to him is overwhelming and makes my body feel weak. I never expected to meet someone like him. "Are you okay?" He sounds concerned as he looks at me. I do feel a little faint from my rising temperatures at the moment. "Your forehead is soaked. It is warm in here. Are you ready to go?" His sexy eyes search mine. I nod in agreement. I need some air and I'd rather be alone with him anyway. As he grabs my hand and leads me out, I see all the women looking at him. I can't help but feel twinges of annoyance. We finally hit the cool, tropical night air outside. The chauffeur is quick to spot us and open the limo door. It's only a short five or ten minute drive back into the resort area. As we sink into the plush seats, Ricky presses the button on the door. The tinted window behind the driver rolls down as he asks, "Yes, sir?" "Martin, can you please give us a little privacy until we arrive at my suite?" Ricky asks with a dashing smile. He seems both professional and dangerously charming in all his interactions. "Certainly, sir," replies the driver. The driver puts on ear buds and then rolls up the tinted window partition. I slightly raise an eyebrow. He seems to know him well. Is he Ricky's regular driver? Then Ricky gives me a smoldering, boyish side grin and sidles up closer to me. I swallow hard as I feel the butterflies overtake, going crazy inside me. Alone at last. "Ricky, I'm having so much fun with you," I giggle at him. He reaches over and pours me a little chilled bubbly from the side door. "But what are you hiding? You avoid my questions and won't even tell me what you do for a living." It may be the drinks, but I blurt out my concerns. I feel nervous as I slowly look up into his eyes. Shit, I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way. But I need to know. He sets our drinks down. I find myself reaching over to grab his hands and take them into mine. My eyes search his soulful beautiful eyes for answers. "Should I be concerned that you're a spy or bank robber or something?" I give him a side grin with a little chuckle to lighten the mood. He flashes me a brilliant sexy smile and suddenly pulls me very close. My lips part and I gasp lightly. Every thought flies out of my head. All I can think about is how perfect he feels against me and how incredible he smells. Time stands still and I think I stop breathing for a moment. "No, you need not be concerned for anything, beautiful," he softly whispers to me. "I'm having the most incredible time with you as well. Let's enjoy it." I feel a little faint as he pulls me even closer. His soft warm lips fall on mine as we kiss deeply and passionately. His kiss is tender, both soft and hard and all-consuming. His kisses make me weak, drive me crazy with passion. They feel as perfect as he is. His hands slowly roam my body. First, stroking my hips and my ass. Then reaching for my ample breasts. He teasingly explores my body with his maddeningly sensual touch. "I love all your curves. So hot," he mutters into my mouth as he continues to caress my curves, sending pleasurable shocks down my spine. A slight moan escapes my lips as I pull him closer and savor his touch. My core tingles with need as I squirm against him, feeling a little out of control. Then I feel the car slowing down. I pull back a little suddenly. Is the car stopping? I let out a low giggle and smile at Ricky. He briefly looks out the window. "Looks like we've arrived at our destination." Ricky pushes the door’s button and the tinted window partition scrolls down. Martin removes his ear plugs. "We have arrived, sir," Martin replies. "If you are ready, I shall get the door."  "Very good. We're ready," Ricky answers. "You're coming in, right? At least for a nightcap but stay as long as you like. Martin can take you back any time you'd like." Before I can answer, Martin is extending his hand to assist me out of the limo. Then Ricky has his arm around my waist as he walks me towards his front door. As I look up, I'm surprised at the size of the bungalow. This must be their most expensive, high-end, presidential suite. It was shockingly large. Between the limo and his caviar tastes, I’m starting to get the picture that whatever Ricky does, he does pretty well for himself. We walk in to the open-air, elegantly appointed and enormous suite. It's like a majestic, tropical and tasteful mansion. "Wow, this must be their very best suite," I mutter to him as we walk in. "You're just here on vacation? As the president of France?" I wink at him with a giggle. Before I finish laughing at my own silly joke, he spins around suddenly and backs me up into a wall. My heart stops for a second at his sudden move. I am pressed against the wall with his perfectly hard body pressing against me. I gasp and am suddenly rendered speechless. His sultry lips quickly press against mine as we melt into more passionate kisses. I moan into his mouth with desperate need. I didn't know kisses could be so good. We stumble forward before he pauses to lead me into the bedroom. We fall into the bed back into each other’s arms. Finally. All night I couldn't wait to be alone with him. "All night I just wanted to be alone with you," he whispers to me. "I couldn't stop thinking about you since we met. Your incredible, Belle." I look up at him with a smile and melt at his words. It's almost as if he's reading my mind. His hard body presses against me as I clench my eyes shut for a moment. He feels amazing. His soft lips fall on my neck, planting torturous hot kisses on my sensitive skin. I bite my lower lip, speechless. As he blazes a hot trail down my neck, I can't help but slowly grind my hips into him. A low groan escapes his lips, making my core tingle in excitement. We scoot back onto the pillows in his royally lush, huge bed. His big strong hands quickly wrap around me, undressing me. I feel my temperature rise as my dress drops down. His skillful hands and perfect mouth quickly descend all over my body, caressing and kissing my curves. I moan and writhe around in bed in response as he teases me. My hands caress his back and strong shoulders. I love the way he feels in my hands and pressing up against my body. It's been a long time since I've been with someone else. And no one, ever like him. He quickly unhooks my bra, and lowers his head to take a nipple into his mouth. He caresses my breasts with his hands as he suckles on me. I throw my head back, moaning and grinding. He knows exactly how to touch me. He comes back up towards me to kiss me deeply again. His hands quickly find my curves, gliding down my breasts to my hips, my back, and my ass. He kisses me desperately and I can feel his strong need for me. His hardness presses up against my leg as his strong hands slip in between my thighs. I gasp as my legs automatically open a little wider for him. I feel my slippery wetness as I've been so turned on all night for him. His warm large hands glide across my moist skin, softly teasing my wet folds. I throw my head back and pant helplessly under his touch. He pushes my panties aside and rubs my slippery wetness and expertly places a finger on my clit. He strokes me firmly and deliberately as he continues kissing me hard. I start panting harder and moaning uncontrollably in his mouth. I feel a steady tension build up quickly in my core. I bite my lower lip as I clench onto his shoulders, trying to hold on to my sanity. "Oh my God. Oh God, Ricky," I mutter nonsensical bits in overwhelming passionate babble. In seconds, my explosive orgasm hits me and rocks my body hard. I scream as I grab onto him and feel the ripples of intense passion and pleasure flow through me. Panting harder as I try to recover, I moan deeper as my body shivers uncontrollably underneath him. "Mm, so sexy. I need to taste you," he groans in his drop dead sexy voice. Then he lowers himself down as he pulls off my panties with his teeth. I feel my heart beating with dangerously insane speed. I bite my lip as I watch him. He nuzzles his head against my legs, slowly going up the side of my leg. I feel his hot breath against me as he approaches my pussy. Oh God, I don't know if I can handle this. He pauses for a moment before gently licking my slick, wet lips. I feel his hot breath against my sensitive wet skin. He slowly drags his tongue deeper into my slit and wet folds. He teases me as I moan and grab fistfuls of his thick, silky hair on his head. He quickly finds my core and latches on with incredible skill. His finger slides in my juices and into my entrance. Within seconds my throbbing clit, already sensitive from my last orgasm is screaming with blind passion again. I moan and scream loudly as he thrusts his finger deeply inside me without mercy, hitting my G spot with every thrust. My moans are desperate and louder as this intense orgasm rocks my body even harder, making it shake violently as the sparks of pleasure overtake me. "Oh my God, Ricky," I half whisper and babble in gratitude in my spent state. "Belle, you're driving me crazy. I need to have you," he growls as he comes up and pulls my head close to him for more intense, deep passionate kisses. He pulls away for a moment and looks deep into my eyes. Quickly, he undresses and approaches me again. In the soft light, I admire his perfect, toned, tanned and muscular hard body. He looks and feels so perfect. He lies on top of me, pushing his hardness against my inner thigh, making me gasp. It looks and feels so large. I have not been with a lot of men. In fact, my last boyfriend was my high school sweetheart and only other guy I've had sex with. And Ricky was much larger than he was. And immensely more skillful in bed, as I could tell already. He adjusts his body and I feel his hard, ample manhood presses against the center of my moist folds. I bite my lip, almost panicked yet desperate to feel him inside me. But first he teases me, sliding his hardness in my slippery juices, allowing my wet lips to feel his firm, heavy weight pushing against my sensitive skin, teasing me to no end. "Now who's driving who crazy?" I wince in a whisper. He flashes a soft smile before he gives me a knee weakening, delicious kiss while cradling my head in his hands. Then he lowers his hands and guides himself towards my entrance. I hold my breath for a moment as I grab onto him harder. He pushes into me, as I feel his hardness penetrate me deeply. He easily slides in slowly, pushing against the tension, filling me up completely. I throw my head back and moan loudly as I feel every inch of him enter me. His hips grind deep into me in a sensual, perfect rhythm as he grabs my hips and thrusts firmly and mercilessly inside me. I can't stop moaning as he pounds harder, bumping against my throbbing clit with every move. My body shakes as he takes over, filling me again and again. His hands reach up and caress my breasts as he continues slamming into me. "Oh my God, you are so beautiful. So damn sexy," he groans as he continues to drill into me. I pant and moan loudly and grind back with every thrust. I've already come twice, yet I feel another one fast approaching. My core is already hypersensitive from my earlier orgasms. My breathing and moaning escalates as I grip his hard body tighter. My body shakes again with another violent orgasm as I scream. "Oh my God, baby!" It's all I can get out as I come uncontrollably with his deep thrusting. My walls clench around him and grip him tightly, spasming as I find my release. "Oh God, I can feel you coming. I… Oh God, I'm going to come," he moans urgently. I feel him inside me pulsating before he pulls out and strokes himself, releasing himself onto my stomach. He reaches over and gives me a decadent, soft kiss before leaping up to grab a towel. He comes back with a soft, warm and wet towel to clean me off. "Ooh… That's nice. The presidential treatment. Thank you," I whisper teasingly with a smile. A guy like him knows how to pamper and be pampered, I guess. He pulls me into his arms and we sink back into the warm, large and plush bed. "That was…perfect. Amazing and incredible. I don't think you realize how amazing you are," he grins at me as he holds me tighter. I feel a blush rising on my cheeks. "Aw, thank you, Ricky. But you’re embarrassing me. I… I never do this," I try to explain. "It's been a really long time. I'm not experienced and I don't date." I feel awkwardly apologetic. He shoots me a puzzled look. "Belle, you were perfect. You don't have to explain." I smile back at him and just let him hold me tighter. I pull myself up to look at him again. "But Ricky, what you said before. About no expectations. I don't know if I'm ready for anything yet. And I'll have to leave DR soon." "Hush. I know we eventually have to leave. But let's live in this moment. I want, no need to feel you now and here. It's too perfect so I don't want to waste another second with worry. Let's enjoy right now, okay?" He sounds both sincere and sympathetic. Both strong and vulnerable. I decide I agree with his rational thinking for right now. The moment is truly too perfect to ruin with overthinking. Suddenly, I can't stop smiling as I cuddle closer into his warm, muscular arms. * * * * As I wake up, I quickly realize that I'm not in my bungalow. I look over groggily to an empty space in the huge bed. The air feels cool, tropical and relaxing in the warm sunlight. I look around in the impressive, massive bedroom suite. I hear faint guitar strumming in the adjacent room. I get up out of bed and throw on one of Ricky’s nearby T-shirts. It feels so soft and smells so divinely of him. I tiptoe across the bedroom towards the music. I slowly peer out, as to not startle anyone. Then my heart stops. There is Ricky, looking devastatingly sexy with no shirt and silky pajama pants, while strumming his guitar. He looks up suddenly, spots me there and gives me a boyish grin. "Why, hello there. Good morning, beautiful," he croons as he continues soulfully strumming his guitar in perfect rhythm. My heart skips a beat at this picture. Then Ricky's manager friend enters abruptly from the adjoining room. "Ricky, so what you want to do about this when we get back?" He nonchalantly looks up and stops abruptly. As Edward sees me standing there, he raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Oh sorry, I didn't realize you had company," he mutters quickly to Ricky. "Edward was just leaving," he says. "And Belle, if you would like to freshen up with the shower, I believe there is a basket of toiletries and essentials in the room." I smile and mumble my thanks before turning around to head towards the bathroom. I quickly spot the large, beautiful basket. It's almost like a luxury spa gift basket. There are high-end, organic toiletries like shampoo, body wash and the like. More surprisingly, there are a couple beautiful sundresses in my size as well. They’re made of fine materials and are delicately designed but clearly locally crafted by high-end artisans. Did he get Martin or one of his assistants to go out and create this luxury custom basket just for me? I smile and shake my head. Could he be that sensitive and thoughtful? It seems that he has the abundant resources to keep first-class customer service a priority in his life. I run into the bathroom with my basket of goodies to take a quick shower. The events of the last few days have my head in a spin. But I actually don't have a lot of time before I go out for the afternoon press trips. It's my last writing-related work event I need to go to. But more so, I wonder how this morning after will be. Looking at him play the guitar, my heart leaps in my throat and it’s crazy that he has that immediate effect on me. But will he feel the same? Maybe this was all a huge, terrible mistake. Will it be awkward and painful? I guess I will soon find out after the shower. As I wash myself, my hands glide across my skin and I think of how he touched me last night. I look over and see his soap in the shower, and imagine it sliding around on his perfect tight, hard body. I smile and let out a little sigh. Oh Belle, this can't be good. I try to get out of the bathroom quickly. I throw on one of the silky sundresses and lightly touchup my hair. Finally, I take a few minutes to put on a little makeup and check myself out in the mirror. It's go time. Although I feel strangely shy and sheepish, I try to walk out confidently. When I walk outside of the bedroom suite, I'm relieved to see that Edward is gone. And I see the stunningly handsome vision of Ricky sitting at the breakfast dining room table. "Belle baby, come. Join me for some breakfast," he croons at me with a big smile. I walk towards him and happily comply. There is a simple but bountiful and elegant spread for breakfast. I sit next to him and reach for some toast. "I hope you slept well?" he asks. "Oh yes, it was perfect," I purr back. I try to suppress a little giggle as I look at him like a smitten schoolgirl. In the soft sunlight, with no shirt he really does look like a golden Greek God Adonis. "Will you come with me tonight to the bonfire? It's right here at the beach at this resort," he asks. "Oh? Another date already?" I tease him as I bat my eyelashes with a smile. "You gotta know I can't get enough of you. Belle, I love spending time with you. And I want to spend every possible moment with you before you have to leave." I blush furiously in response. He reaches towards me to grab my hands on the table. "Yes. I'll see you tonight," I smile back. After breakfast, I rush back to my bungalow to prepare for my afternoon work events. Normally, I would be more excited. But for some reason, I've been incredibly distracted. I just want to get back and spend more time with Ricky. In my bungalow, after I prep for the day I realize I have a little time to chat with Julia. I quickly try to find her on Face Time. A couple seconds later, she answers and her sweet, bubbly face lights up my screen. "Belle! There you are! I was starting to worry about you again. You having too much fun?" she teases me. "Don't forget to text or call some of us over here. You know, just to let us know you're alive." She chides me but I get her drift. "I know, I'm sorry Julia. I've just been running from event to event since I got here, but it’s all good things, I promise." I assure her. "And look, before you know it, I'll be back and we can catch up on our roommate things." I try to sound convincingly excited to come back. chapter five I take a few minutes to listen as she catches me up with the latest events in her life and with our friends. It's soothing and comforting to see her smiling face and hear her friendly voice, reminding me of all the creature comforts of home. But there is a twinge of sadness, knowing that this moment and this exciting week would have to be left behind. It felt so far away. After we say our goodbyes, I rush off to my next press trip. I spend the afternoon touring with another group of writers while the press tour operator explains about the local life, imports and exports and culture of DR. I try to remain focused although all I can think about is him. I snap a few pictures, jot down some notes, and take a few videos with my phone. Fortunately, I have some time to go back and work on this material before it needs to be written up and submitted to my editor. I struggle to remain present and just collect information for work. But my mind keeps wandering back to him. Every sweet thing he said to me, every smoldering look, every perfect touch. The afternoon goes by slowly. But finally, we finish with our group dinner and I’m free to return and get ready to meet Ricky for the bonfire. I rush into my bungalow and quickly start getting ready for the night. I know he's not patient and doesn’t like to wait. I want to be ready and look perfect for him when he picks me up. I decide to go with the other casual but silky and elegant sundress he gave me. There's a knock on my door. I look at the time. He's right on time as usual. After the final quick check in the mirror, I grab my purse and answer the door. Our faces light up when we see each other. I am always amazed by how incredibly handsome he looks. "Belle, you look so perfect," he whispers. I giggle at his compliment and secretly think that I'm the lucky one. "Come on, beautiful. It's a quick walk to the beach." he grins. I smile at him, "What, no limo tonight?" I tease. During our quick walk, we make small talk, giggle and laugh each other’s jokes. Even though he's intimidatingly beautiful, I find him so easy to talk to and fun to be with. When we're together, I don't remember or care to think about anything else in the world. I just want to freeze time somehow, and live in this moment with him. As we walk on the beach, I can see and hear the chatter and fun sounds coming from the bonfire. There's loud music and laughter, and a big fiery bonfire that’s self-contained with party crowds surrounding it on the beach. People and couples are walking about, dancing, drinking, laughing and just partying on the beach. As we approach, I see a familiar lone figure trotting out to meet us. Oh. It’s Edward. "Hey! Good to see you here, Ricky. Belle." he smiles with his weasely eyes. "Great timing. Grab some food and drinks. Over there, go help yourself. I'll catch up with you later," Edwards says as he walks off. I silently roll my eyes as soon as he walks away. I know he's Ricky's manager or friend or whatever, but it’s clear he doesn't like me. And there’s something about him I don’t trust. I brush the thought away. Ricky takes my hand and pulls me into the crowd. "Come on, let's get some drinks and food. Let's get this party started, shall we?" He winks at me. I smile sweetly back at him. I always have a great time any time I’m with him. The party atmosphere is light and fun. Ricky and I savor our time together, laughing and enjoying each other over drinks. Occasionally, I look up and see other girls check him out but strangely, he doesn't ever seem to notice or care. "Belle, want to take a seat by the fire with me?" I allow him to lead me towards the front to take a seat by the warm fire. With a couple drinks in hand we snuggle close to each other. I wish I could capture this moment with him forever. I'm vaguely aware that the music stops. A guy in the circle was strumming the guitar but stands up. He walks over towards the front, smiles and waves at Ricky before he passes him the guitar as an offering. Ricky smiles back at him. At first, he tries to politely decline. The guy nicely insists, offering the guitar to Ricky. "Oh Ricky, you should play," I say. "You're not shy, are you?" I tease with a wink. He freezes and slips me a side stare in a mockingly dramatic fashion. He nods his head slowly at my mock challenge. "Oh…okay. I see. Well, if you're daring me to, then I guess I have to." He grabs the guy’s guitar. Immediately, he loudly strums a catchy and hypnotic beat. He immediately captures everyone's attention with the first note. I'm surprised, shocked but giggling at his abrupt showmanship. After a dramatic intro riff, he slows it down to a sexy, sultry strumming. The crowd around the bonfire starts hollering and clapping. I sit back to give him some space but he leans towards me and stares deeply into my eyes as he plays the guitar. He croons a soft melody with heartfelt lyrics to me. I can't stop looking at him. His eyes lock on to me as he croons that he needs me, serenading me with the sweetest lyrics while everyone’s watching. I don't recognize the song. Maybe it’s a remake or his original writing. But his every word strikes a deep chord in my heart. He stares deep into my eyes as he sings to me. He makes it plainly clear to me that he’s singing and talking directly to me. My heart leaps into my throat. His sincere lyrics and beautiful chorus haunt me. “I don't want you to go. I just can't get you out of my mind…” As he strums his final chord and croons his last sweet lyric, the crowd breaks out into wild applause and screaming. He and I laugh as he returns the guitar to its owner. "Come on, are you ready to get out of here?" he asks. I look around and see that every woman, beautiful or average, is staring at him and watching us. I guess I’d have to get used to that if we were together. He was quite a hot sight to behold. And the musical, sexy talent and smooth voice made him pretty damn irresistible. "Okay, Ricky. I just need to run to the ladies room first," I slightly slur at him. I've only had a couple drinks but I guess it's starting up and I didn’t eat much earlier. And since I have such a tiny bladder, I'd rather not wait get back to the bungalow. "There's one right next to the bar. I’ll walk you over," Ricky offers. "I'll wait for you out here." I try to make it fast as I can. I'm ready to go home. After a few minutes, I exit the ladies room and almost run straight into Edward. "Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there." I mutter. "Oh no, that's quite alright. I was just in the men's room." He was still standing in my way and continued talking. "So Belle, seems that Ricky has taken quite a liking to you just such a short time." Over his left shoulder I could see Ricky in the distance waiting for me but talking to some beautiful blonde girl. What were they talking about? And what’s Edward trying to say? "You know, Belle, Ricky is an extremely talented man. He's the man in demand. He's used to getting all the finer things in life." I raise an eyebrow at him. "Everyone wants him. He’s very busy. I just wouldn't want you to be disappointed." "Oh? That's very generous of you to look after my needs and concerns. But you certainly don't have to, thank you." I coldly reply. Is he implying that I'm not good enough for his friend? As I feel the anger rising inside me as I process his remarks, I look up to see the tall blonde getting closer to Ricky. To my horror, she leans over to try to kiss him on the lips. Ricky seems surprised and steps back. She grabs his wrist and pushes forward again to kiss him. I go cold inside. I’ve seen enough. I shouldn’t be surprised, I guess, as I choke back the tears. I just know that I can't be here anymore. "I… I’ve got to go. I don't feel well. If Ricky's looking for me, tell him… Oh whatever," I sputter as I run out. I look up for a brief moment to see Edward look puzzled at me. He looks behind him to see what's happening, then he smirks. I run out faster, my vision blurred by tears. I don't know why I even put myself through this. I was just fine before him. God, I was such a fool! I scream at myself, unable to take solace in anything. I half speed walk and run back to my bungalow. I just need to leave this place as soon as possible. As I enter my bungalow, I roughly brush the tears back. It was for the best, I tell myself. It's about time that I leave this place and him behind forever. As I grab my suitcase and start packing quickly, I have old visions of fighting with my ex-boyfriend in my head taunting me. I may not have a lot of experience, but I wonder if all guys are the same. I just made the mistake of trusting my ex-boyfriend for all these years, when he'd been playing me for a fool and cheating on me repeatedly with a slew of random women. I don't know why I would think Ricky would be any different. Especially with his drop dead good looks, incredible talent and charm, and his track record of catching the eye of every woman within sight. I need to pack faster. I storm around my room grabbing items and tossing them in my suitcase. He did me a favor, I tell myself. The faster I put all this behind me and move on, the better I can keep my sanity and move on with my life. I'm done. My phone beeps loudly. I roll my eyes at the unwelcome text interruption. Of course, it's Ricky. He asks if everything is okay. He says he's concerned. I narrow my eyes at my phone and throw it on the bed. Pretty soon, it'll all be a distant memory anyway. I turn to my laptop and double check my travel plans. It takes just a moment to e-mail Julia about picking me up at the airport along with my itinerary. Then there is a loud knock at my door. "Belle, it's me, Ricky. Open the door."   chapter six I roll my eyes as I look towards the door before I walk over angrily. I throw the door open and stare him down. "Yes?" I can't help but see red. Why isn't he down the beach kissing that blonde bimbo? Why is he wasting my time? This isn’t me. But suddenly I’m consumed with anger. "Belle, what's going on? I had to practically beat it out of Edward. He said you weren't feeling well?" I shoot him an icy stare before I slowly turn around to continue packing. "No, I was suddenly feeling a little sick to my stomach. Listen, I'm in the middle of something now. I need to get ready to go back." He's silent. After a brief pause, I blurt out, "Why don't you go back to that blonde girl? You two looked cozy." I try to hold back the tears as I feel my anger rising, ready to choke me. "Oh my God, Belle. Is that what this is all about? I had no interest in her, I swear. I pushed her off and told her I wasn't interested at all. Then I look up and see you running off. You have to believe me, Belle. I just want to be with you. Why else would I be here right now?" He gets close to me and takes my hand into his as he stares deeply into my eyes. I can't ignore him anymore. My face, my emotions begin to soften at his words and his sincere plea. His hands come up to my face to gently brush along my jaw line. "Belle, I mean it. I just want to spend every last moment with you. No one else." I shiver a little under his gentle touch, his sweet words and silky soft voice. "Ricky, I…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. It just took me by surprise and I simply reacted. I'm glad you're here." I smile at him softly. Truth is, he’s here with me and not down by the bonfire with that blonde bimbo or any other girl for that matter. I surprised myself with the intense emotions that took over when I saw him with her. "Ricky, my last long-term relationship…he cheated on me many times with many women. When I saw her trying to kiss you, I don't know…I guess I just freaked out." I feel embarrassed but want to explain myself. "Hush, Belle. You don't have to explain and you don't have to worry." He leans over and pulls me close to him in a warm, tight embrace. He feels so amazing and comfortable, like home. Soon his warm, hard, muscular body presses against mine, making me breathe a little heavier. His soft lips graze my neck and quickly find my lips. In a flash, he has me pinned down on the bed. We stare into each other’s eyes as he holds my wrists down. He comes back down to kiss me passionately as we tumble around the bed. Our clothes go flying off as we can't wait to hold our naked bodies close together. I've been waiting for this moment all day. "Belle, I can't believe you ran off like that. I think I may have to punish you a little for not trusting me," he teases. I look at him a little warily. Is he kidding? I smile tentatively at him. "I'm not kidding," he says coldly. For a minute, I'm a little alarmed. He pulls out silk scarves from his pants pocket. "I have to make sure you don't get away this time," he winks at me with a sexy smile. I giggle back. Okay, I'm open-minded enough to go along, I think. He surprises me and quickly flips my body around on the bed so that my face is almost smashed against the soft bed. I gasp as he pulls my arms back and binds my wrists together with his silk scarf. "Don't worry, baby. This won't hurt…too much." I raise an eyebrow but I don't think he can see nor does he care. Oddly I feel excited, turned on by what he might have in store for me. He pulls my body up by the ties abruptly and over his lap. My fully naked body is pressed into his lap. I feel his hard erection poking me in the lower stomach, and am extremely aware of my moistness on my inner thighs. His hand comes up and glides in between my thighs. "Oh baby, that's nice. I see you're already ready for me. Good girl. But you know you've been a bad girl tonight, running out on me like that, right?" His voice is sexy yet mildly threatening in a really hot way. I bite my lower lip. Before I can answer, I feel his hands caressing my ass. Within a second, he removes them and swiftly smacks me hard squarely against my ass. The loud smack of stinging skin rings in my ears and lights up my backside. "Ow! Oh my God! What the…" Again, his hand comes down swiftly and fiercely, smacking against my already sensitive butt cheek. I bite my lip hard in pain this time. Maybe I shouldn't say anything. "Now, that's much better. Since it's your first offense, I may take it easier on you tonight," he whispers to me as he roughly caresses my stinging flesh. The sensitive heat and stinging on my butt are somehow erotically soothed by his big warm strong hands grabbing and kneading my sensitive skin. He alternates between grabbing handfuls of my sensitive ass, with sliding his fingers in between my thighs, probing my growing wetness. I can feel and hear him breathing harder. His erection is pushing into me painfully. "Oh yes, Belle, I see you like a little punishment, you bad girl you." He whispers in a really turned on tone. I squirm helplessly as he slides and drags his fingers along my soaking wet folds. He slowly sinks a digit deep inside me. I groan softly and deeply, thrusting my hips back, wanting more. He pulls me up and pushes me back down on the bed in a similar awkward position. My face is down against the bed pillow but he's pushed up my hips so my ass is sticking out exposed. My wrists are still bound together in an awkward way. He pushes my legs farther apart and comes in closer. "Oh baby, I've been wanting to do this all day. You taste and feel so damn good. So hot, so sexy." He whispers as he comes forward and pushes me deeper into the bed. He grabs a hold of my hips and with a forceful thrust, pierces my pussy with his incredible hardness. I gasp as the immense pressure fills me completely. I start panting as he thrusts hard, relentlessly slamming into me aggressively. It's almost like he's punishing me with his rough play. Only after a few seconds of his hardness mercilessly pounding my slippery wet pussy, it builds incredible pressure within me. He slams against my throbbing clit as my wetness drenches him. I can't hold back any longer. I scream half into the bed and half out into the room. All I hear is the sound of our skin relentlessly slapping as he drills me harder in desperate passion. I scream as he pounds my intense orgasm through me. I feel my muscles contract and clench tightly around him as my walls spasm with my all-consuming release. I moan through the aftershocks and then feel him suddenly tense up. "Oh baby, you're so damn hot. Oh God, I'm going to come," he whispers urgently. I feel his member jerk around inside me for a second before he pulls out and rubs himself in the crack of my ass. I feel his warmth on my backside and in between my cheeks. He groans and falls forward pulling me down with him. We're both panting desperately to catch our breath. He quickly unties me and uses the scarf to help clean me up. We embrace and fall into the bed with some more mad, passionate kisses. He was the most incredible kisser I've ever known. I smile and moan into his delicious warm kisses. After we take a moment to clean up and get comfortable in my bed again, we turn toward each other to hold each other tight. "You're sleeping over tonight? You really should. I mean, you're more than welcome to. It's getting late so why don't you stay," I whisper to him with a smile. "Absolutely, beautiful. You couldn't drag me away," he winks at me with a tired but satisfied smile. We sink into each other’s arms and under the covers. As we snuggle our warm, naked bodies together, I can feel myself slowly drifting off. But before I do, I can't stop wondering. Would I ever see him again after this trip? Would I ever find out who he really is? There are so many odd and intriguing hints, why is he so mysterious anyway? All I know is that I've never been happier than this week, and I really needed it. I sigh quietly in his arms, trying to enjoy the moment but knowing that our time here was quickly ending. I guess that it can only be left up to fate, and I decide that I don't have the capacity to worry about this now. Tomorrow is another day. In my last trying relationship, I've learned that I just need to take things one day at a time. I hear Ricky's voice in my head. The other night he said something about not ruining the perfect moment with worry. I reflect on how smart that really is. I decide to take Ricky's wise advice. I am just going to enjoy and revel in this current, perfect moment with him. I've never felt more amazing. I close my eyes and truly savor the incredible moment, right here, right now with him. I would have never thought my work trip would’ve turned out to be like this. That I would meet a man like him. But then I wonder, who is he anyway? In my mind's eye, I see Edward telling me again that Ricky's a rich, talented and successful man in demand. Then I see Ricky's expert dance moves at the club, then Ricky serenading me at the bonfire with his silky smooth voice and perfect lyrics. Is he some kind of rich rock star? Mm, my rockstar billionaire. I grin softly at the sudden odd thought and it slightly jolts me awake. Would I ever get to the bottom of this? But soon my thoughts start to run together again as I get sleepier. As I slowly drift off to sleep, I snuggle up and hold him tighter. My lips slowly curl in a satisfied grin. For the first time in a very long time, I realize I'm truly happy. No matter what happens, I know I will always remember this trip.  Publication Date: January 18th 2016 https://www.bookrix.com/-rh73156b15c9865

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Mike Litoris Cuming of Age A very short erotic story, with no end. This story is part of an ongoing collection of several short stories. Written with co-author Silicone Simplicity, the collection will be published later this year. Cuming of Age Let's get straight to the point: Ever since I can remember, I think my mom is beautiful, smart and very sexy. From the day on I first caught her and dad having sex in the living room to be exact. I must have been around 13 back then. What first shocked me – to see my beloved mother bent over the sofa and moaning heavily – quickly aroused me. It had such an effect on me that I masturbated for the very first time in my life. A historical event so to say! For I haven’t spent a day ever since not masturbating. And as much as I tried, the subject of my jerk-off phantasies, was 99% of the time my mom, my beloved mother. It didn’t help, of course, when she started to behave more and more freely around the house. She didn’t bother me seeing her sunbath nude on the balcony. She didn’t bother if I surprised her in the bathroom bare-naked in front of the mirror. She even began to sit in front of the TV or her laptop topless when me or dad was around. I jerked off every day, most of the time several times, but started to develop some kind of guilt feelings when I got older. I tried to fantasize about other women, girls from porn blogs or tumblr, pornhub movies, even classmates and neighbors. But it didn’t work out. I really tried hard, but always ended up fantasizing about my mom and her voluptuous body. The day my mum came home from her breast surgery (she didn’t even mention it to me before) I had the shock of my life. It was like a punishment. It was as if she wanted to put me to the final challenge, to the ultimate test a man, or rather a pubescent youngster, has to go through. How could I ever desire another woman when she, my own mother, was everything I longed for? The love I had for her tuned into pure lust and craving. And I had to RESIST! Refuse the fact that I thought she was the most beautiful, most perfect, most admirable, most idolizing woman in the world. I tried my best. I struggled hard. Then, a few days later, when I walked into the bathroom and saw her creaming her curvy body in front of the mirror, her new, huge, full breasts at complete display. I started to tremble and lose ground, gasping for breath when she asked me openly: „How do you like them?“. I think, all I mumbled was: „They are big…“ before I ran out the door and into my room. I was furious! How could she?! Was my own mom making a mockery of me? I hated her! She knew that I desired her, that I was only thinking of her and could never engage with another woman not comparing her to my mom. She intentionally sabotaged my non-existent sex life. Later that evening, when I couldn’t hold back anymore and masturbated in my bed I had to cry. I was lost…   The Resistance of Lust  Eventually I got older, I finally turned 16, but the problems concerning my puberty were increasing. Whenever I had friends over at my house I started to notice that they were gazing at my mum and her perfect, round, heavy breasts. On one hand I felt flattered, on the other hand I sensed a deep sentiment of shame. One of my best friends, Paul, was even making remarks about my mother mentioning her "huge tits" more than ever when he was over at my place. But also in school he started to tease me by calling my mum a "bombshell" and other stuff I don't even recall anymore. The longer it went on the more I felt humiliated and  extremely uneasy when I had friends over. One fine day the situation escalated into Paul announcing that he "has to go to the bathroom to jerk off ", after we both surprised my mother sunbathing on the balcony topless. Needless to say, I had a hard-on as well, but never had felt more mortified in my whole life ever before. My friends used me to have a glimpse at my mother, they just came over to my place to have her as jerk-off material. Undoubtedly Paul would tell everyone tomorrow in school what he encountered today. I was in a state of horror. That's when I decided to take a step forward and approach my mother. The next day at lunch I addressed her and told her in incoherent, stammered sentences that I don't like her to walk around so freely, not to sunbath in front of my friends, not to become the talk of the school yard therefore. She smiled at me astonished. As if she didn't know herself! I started to yell at her, telling her how much all of this hurt me. I even told her that Paul was masturbating yesterday. Because of her! To calm me down she padded me on the shoulder and asked me what she could do to make me feel better. She asked me if it would help if I told her what to wear and what not. She assured me that it was never her intention to make me feel uneasy at home or around her. And even more – she asserted – it was not her idea to arouse my friends at all. It was the first time we ever had a talk like this and I suddenly felt much better, sensed her understanding and care for me. We hugged and I went to my room. In a long time I wasn't jerking off this evening. Maybe I had outgrown this lust finally?! The Pre-Birthday Disaster Not long after our talk, one day before my 17th birthday,  my mother came to my room to tell me that she was having thoughts about what to wear at my birthday party. She said she still considered my concerns about her appearance in front of my friends. She explained lengthily how important it is for her that I feel comfortable at home and that I won't feel embarrassed because of her and her upfront outfits. I nodded doubtfully. She asked me to follow her to her wardrobe and find an appropriate outfit for the event. I was quite unsettled by her proposal, but thought it was quite nice of her and attentive at the same time. Obviously the talk we had an impact after all. When we stepped into the bedroom there were already some clothes and dresses on her bed. She suggested to wear at first a long, red dress. I nodded agreeably. She grabbed it and disappeared in the connecting bath room. I felt a bit tense waiting for her to come back a moment later to present her outfit. Wasn't this sort of "game" a bit surreal for a 17 year old to encounter? When she stood in front of me in this blazing red, long but extremely tight dress she looked stunning of course. "Oh, you look fantastic, mommy", it escaped me. She smilingly thanked me. Then she took the other outfit, a blouse and a pair of jeans and disappeared back in the bathroom. Now I was getting anxious! What kind of "game" was this? Did my mother try to trick me, didn't she care about my well-being after all? I had not enough time to think this through, because she already stood in front of me again. And what a sight she offered me! She wore blue jeans that were much too tight for her firm thighs and hips. The blouse she had on, was made out of linen, so thinly woven, one could almost see through it. I had full view of her gigantic, round and firm breasts, I could even make out her large nipples! I gasped, tried to turn my glance off her. She kept on staring at me and asked quietly: "And, how do you like this on me?". I stuttered something inaudible while noticing that my penis had grown full size in my jogging pants. "Do I make you feel uncomfortable?", she asked me in her mommy voice. I shook my head, but had to hold back my tears. I never felt so humiliated in my whole life before. Did she already notice my huge boner beneath my pants or didn't it matter anymore anyway? There was one last outfit on the bed I observed. She grabbed it with one hand and smiled at me gleefully: "The last one for you to decide?". I said robotically "yes" and saw her scurry to the bathroom with a black micro-tanga and a bikini top in her hands...   The Darkest Days  The days and weeks after my birthday are in a blur. In the morning of my birthday I cancelled all my invitations by telling everyone I was sick. Which I actually was somehow. I stayed in my room for the whole day or maybe even longer. I couldn’t stop crying and blaming myself for what had happened. Of course I was also very angry at my mother. She had destroyed me, showed me effectively that I should never question and discredit her, that I was not allowed to tell her what to do, what to wear and how to act in this house. I had brought myself into ridicule with my instructions. I could never in my life again complain about anybody who would get horny because of my mother. Not even Paul or any of my friends. She definitely had taught me a lesson. When I finally came out of my room again I had to accept the fact that from now on she was behaving even more freely around the house than ever before. Most of the time she didn’t wear any clothes at all, sat bare naked at the breakfast table and read the news on her iPad. We rarely talked with each other. Only some weeks later when she asked me why Paul isn’t coming over again, I first wanted to confront her again, but knew better not to and replied that I had no clue. She commended me to call him and ask him over. I did as she said. He happily accepted my invitation and came over later that afternoon. What then happened is probably one of my darkest chapters of my life. As soon as Paul arrived I tried to guide him directly in my room, but my mom was calling for him from the kitchen. When he went to greet her and she presented herself  topless, there was no holding back anymore. I can’t remember the exact order of events even though I stood the whole time in the door frame. But in the end it was her, my own mother, who was jerking Paul off. She lasciviously worked his super hard boner and just before he ejaculated took it in her mouth. When he finally came, his sperm was all over my mother’s face dripping off her chin onto her large bosom. I was trembling with anger, disgust and embarrassment. Obviously I spend the next few days in my room again. From now on I tried to avoid my mother as best as I could. Also did I try to stay away from Paul at school. His behaviour towards me was impious to say the least. It went as far as the afternoon I came home from sports and I surprised him and my mother in our living room, him fucking her gigantic boobs. Not long would it take that they would have proper sex! I started to fantasize about denounce my mother for having sex with a minor. And what would my father say if he found out?! What was my mother thinking anyway? She made me so angry! I wanted to kill her!   Publication Date: November 19th 2020 https://www.bookrix.com/-rv75ee838435155

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Barbara Rodriguez Beautifully Broken part 1 of APF series I dedicate this novel to my best friend Alicia Stanford, who showed me that being broken can be beautiful. CHAPTER 1 Growing up was hard, real hard, and I know it's what made me who I am. I'm not going to have a pity-party for myself,you know, sit here and act like some of the shit that happened to me wasn't my fault. No, I'm going to tell it to you like it happened...the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth... My father was a junkie/drug dealer, and my mother well, she's crazy. My father was Puerto Rican, straight from San Juan. He's one of those darker skinned Puerto Ricans. That's where I got my reddish-brown skin-tone from. My mother was from New York, Buffalo; if you know anything about it. Everything else, from my thick frame, to my features I got from my mother. Atleast that's what everyone tells me. I grew up in foster care because of coarse my mother nor my father were able to care for me. My father abused my mother and forced her to take drugs, she developed schizophrenia at a rather young age. Again, that's what everyone told me. I lived all up and down the east coast from the ages of 3 to 17. My great aunt through marraige used to raise me when my mother and father first stopped caring for me and my siblings.That was until she started going crazy and beating my sisters and brothers, as well as me. Part of this, I think, was derived from smoking weed and drinking liquor everyday. And as i grew older I realized that everyone has problems and have different ways of coping. But, what she did to my siblings and I was pure evil. I swear every time I think back on it, and see her face I see the devil in her. My sisters ran away, Trisiviah and Elizabeth that is. My aunt sent one of my brothers, Michael, to Puerto Rico to live with our grandmother. My other brother Emilio (Ramon) went to a private boarding school called Saint James. I never got to know any of my brothers and sisters really. Maybe that's why when my sister Trisiviah died, it bothered me so much. I was sent to therapy and everything. I cried the first two days and after that it was over, just like that. My therapist thought it was odd, and thought I was just trying to lock away my feelings. Maybe she was right, but in my book, how could I mourn for someone I never knew. Blood or not. I had gotten locked up for possesion with intent to distribute two years before my sister died. I served two years with all females who prostituted, killed, sold drugs, did drugs, and some that just didn't give a fuck. Those two years were rough. But I used my minipulative ways to get myself back to freedom. I had written a persuasive letter to the Judge and Social Services talking about how much I had changed. I was too damn smart but so fuckin stupid because shit didn't change for real, I was the same old Smiley, just trying to make it. When I got out, I did desperately try to change my life.... CHAPTER 2 I had stopped smoking weed and shit while I was locked up,but started to fall back into my old habit...HARD! Of coarse after my sister died. I smoked myself into oblivion. I stopped going to school, work, and I just didn't care. Maybe my sister's death affected me more than I'd ever know. That was around the time that I started to become who I am today, and why It's hard for me to let anyone get too close. I thought I had changed my life around when I lived with my foster mother Ms. Tressa, she was so nice. And her family was so beautiful, the type of family everyone wishes they had. It just seemed as if they were a modern day Cosby family. They never argued, fought or anything. that's when I realized that my family was dysfunctional, and everything I thought was normal, from the beatings to the fights, were really abnormal. I had everything I wanted and asked for. I was doing well in school when I lived with her because for the first time in my life I was happy. Then, my case worker moved me with my new foster mother Ms. Caroline. I hated her, she treated me so foul. See Ms. Tressa's house was only temporary because when I had gotten out they needed somewhere to put me, and Ms. Tressa opened her armws wide, and took me in. And for that I will always love her. Ms Caroline thought she knew me because she had read my file, but she didn't know shit. She always tried to make it seem like her granddaughter's problems were worse than mine. Maybe they were but, she didn't have to treat me like shit. When I moved with her, she made them put me on all kinds of medications for the disorders that the doctor said I had. But in all reality I never believed in all that shit. So I stopped taking them one day and started selling them to my friends. I took everything from Welbutrin to Aderal to fuckin Halidol. And that was the beggining of the end... CHAPTER 3 It all started my eleventh grade year. When I realized who I was. I sexy, thick, bisexual, latina. I had to gain some kind of confidence, so that was the description I stood by when I looked at myself in the mirror. It always put a smile on my face.Because back then, my great aunt used to tell me I was ugly and I would never amount to anything. And at one time I was determined to proove her wrong, but after a while I didn't give a fuck. I started skipping school about my second month into the new school. I had my lil' clique and we called ourselves the LAdy MaFia. There were four of us and we all were broken. Beautifully broken... We didn't know it back then but we were. We just didn't care, we did what we wanted when we wanted because no one was there to stop us. No one tried to stop us because no one cared. There was Mia, a light skinned shorty from Park Heights. She was about 5'2", a big gurl but very pretty. She was down for whateva and that was my ace boon coon chick. Reneeka (Neeka) of Liberty and Garrison, she was the average brown skinned shorty. You know, 5'5" brown skin, big booty, big titties, thick thighs. What made her so different was that she was funny as shit, and had a sexy ass birthmark on her face that reminded me of a dog with a spot on its eye. Except her mark was lighter than her skin. Brittany (Tayda) of Park and North Ave., the red bone of the group. She was about 5'3" skinny but thick in all the right places. You know one of those females with hips, thighs, and ass, with no titties. Yea thats exactly her discription to a tee. Then there was me, Smiley of Whitelock City, I was 5'7", reddish-brown, thick-real thick. I had shoulder-length dreads with red tips. We skipped school all the time, I remember the first time we ever skipped school together... It was getting hot outside and we were dressed to impress. We started gettin fucked up as soon as the bus dropped us off at school at 8 o'clock in the morning. We smoked two blunts and decided to go in town to walk around. We left our bookbags at school and were off. We rode the train to Penn North and walked up and down North Ave. waving to the cars that beeped at us and blowing kisses at dudes we thought were cute. I remeber deing so close to Tayda's house and her just not giving a fuck if her mother seen her or not. I wondered if she did shit like this to get her mother's attention because she was a dope head. Anyway, we walked all the way down to North and Linden and stopped in front of the bar. I asked the first dude I seen to go get us a fifth of Paul Masson. My first drink and my favorite drink. He went without hesitation. We waited for him to come back and he did. I stared at him when he handed me the bottle because I didn't realize how cute he was. I looked to my homegirls for approval and they all smiled. He smiled with his beautiful teeth, and said your welcome. I took a swig of the "juice" and walked up to him interupting his conversation because he had now returned to his group. The way they were posted let me know that they were selling either coke or weed. But I talked to him anyway because I was the boldest out of the group. And if it came down to it, I would buy more weed and go on bout my business. Plus, my homegirls were busy peepin his friends. "Excuse me, ummm, I just wanted to know whats really good?" I said touching his arm. "Whats good wit you shorty?" He replied. "Aint shit, but my name is Smiley not shorty." "Oh aight I'm Tye, you fiesty I like dat." he said smiling at me again. "Where ya man at?" "If I had one of those I don't think I'd be all up in your sexy ass face, would I?" "I hope not..."he smiled and nodded, feeling my talk-game. "But yeah though, these my homegirls. Mia, Neeka and Tayda. And each of us, is feelin one of yall." I told him taking another shot of "juice". "Oh yeah, well dis Big Mike, Santana, and Tee." he said pointing to each of his friends. "Oh aight." We all replied and smiling, goofy as shit off the herb. We stood there now mingling with his crew so interested in these niggas we forgot that we were on one of the hottest corners in Whitelock. The boys straight rode up on us and told us we were loitering and we had to move. We were about to straight walk off when Tye grabbed my arm lightly asking me where I was going. "We bout to dip, we aint tryin to make the block hot. And I damn sure aint tryin to fo back to jail." I told him "Oh don't worry about that shorty we can all go to my house and chill if you want to." There was something about this nigga I liked, but something in his eyes terrified me. But I was too curious to say no. I wanted-needed to know. Now I know you thinkin, didn't your momma teach you not to get in cars with strangers? But guess what, she didn't!! No one did. "But if we go to ya crib then we gon' miss out on these sales man." Santana reminded him. "Man, money gon' come reguardless, I'm tryin to chill dug. It's hot as shit out this mufucka." He said looking straight in my eyes. "Shiiiiit, let's go then." I said bout to start walking when I heard the unlock button and keys jingling. I looked back and these mufuckas was hoppin in whips. Tye had an Escalade and Santana had an Impala. That alone let me know that they were sellin coke, and probably some weed on the side. But either way I know them niggas was paid. Mia, Big Mike, me, and Tye road in his truck, while Santana, Tayda, Neeka, and Tee got in the Impala. I cranked up Tye's stereo listenin to 92.3 with the window open and my dreads swaying in the wind. I was feelin good from the weed we smoked and the drank we sipped. It took 45 mintues to get out Owings Mills. He lived in one of the new townhouses by the mall. That shit must've cost a grip but I remember when I was selling I had enough money to bathe in. And this nigga is smart, not sellin where he rest his head. I have to admit though, either this wasn't the niggas house house, or he was feelin me because dudes don't usually take you where they stay if they just wanna fuck. We pulled up in front of the spacious town home and hopped out the truck. Two minutes later they showed up in the Impala. Tayda and Neeka almost fell out the car geeking and laughing from all the damn liquor. I knew I should have held onto the bottle because when we got in the house there was only a swig left in the damn fifth. But Tye told me not to worry about it because he had a bar in his kitchen. Once we got in the cool house every one sat down. I was about to sit down too when he told me to come with him. Grabbing my arm the way he had before, ever so lightly. Just his touch sent shills down my spine, and made the curiosity, the little itch in the back of my head itch even more. "Hold up before we go up here, can you roll?" he asked. My crew busted out laughin. "Can I roll? What, I should have a job in rollin' cuz I'm definately a pro." I laughed. I followed him upstairs to what looked to be the master bedroom. I admired his taste and wondered how old he was because had done so well for himself. "Aye Tye...how old are you?" I asked once we were in the room. "I never thought you would ask..."he said."I'm 23 how old are you?" "I'm old enough for you, know that." I replied. "Me and you gon' fight, you got a smart ass mouth." "I thought you liked it." I said sitting on the bed laughin at my own jokes. He pulled a bookbag out of the closet and opened it. The smell of potent weed filled the room as he pulled out atleast a quap of weed from the bookbag. "Get them Dutches out the top drawer please." He pointed to the dresser. I opened the drawer and underneath the box of Dutches was a sea of Magnum condoms, and that confirmed that his dick was as big as I thought it was. I smiled and he handed me a handful of weed to break down and roll. We both rolled two blunts talking about a bunch of bullshit. We sparked our blunt and headed downstairs to hand them each one of their own to share. I sat next to Tye and we watched t.v. smoking and admiring each other. I looked at Tayda and Santana thinkin they made a good couple. It was funny how much alike they looked. They were both red bones and short and skinny. I had to laugh to myself, because Santana looked like Tayda with cornrows. I looked at Mia and Big Mike and they looked good together too. The way they were flirting in the car let me know they were really feeling each other. It was perfect because Mia loves tall men and Big Mike was big but not because of his weight. He was tall as hell, this nigga was 6'6" and darkskinned. They were cute together because he struck me as a big ass softee for females. And Mia was loving the way her small body up under his. Their skin tones were exact opposites, and the contrast was so sexy. Neeka and Tee were made for each other, they sat at the bar talking shit and taking shots it was so cute. Two fuckin alchoholics. Tee was also a red boned nigga and they looked good together. I turned on the stereo system and turned off the t.v.. Lil' Wayne's Lollipop came on and we all danced like we were in the club somewhere. I watched myself wind to music in the wall to wall mirror in the living room as the music changed from rap to raggae. I winded my hips and watched Tye watching me until he finally came over and I grinded on him until I felt his dick get hard. I teased him until I felt his breathing get deeper. I decided that was enough and returned to the bar to get another drink. I smiled at him because I knew I had turned him on. Teasing and flirting was my game, and I played it well. But when it came down to sex fo real, I knew what I was doin, I was just too scared to do it. After about 2 hours of foolin around, everyone started dippin off to their own cut. Mia and Big Mike were the first to go into the basement room. Then Tayda and Santana went to the guest room on the first floor. And Tee had to carry Neeka's ass into the guest room upstairs cuz her ass was passed the fuck out on the couch. They had a drinking contest and guess who lost. I stopped him before he took her ass upstairs and told him he better take care of my shorty or I would hurt his ass. Part of me was playin but the rest of me was so fuckin serious. CHAPTER 4 A little after that Tye and I went upstairs to smoke another blunt. When we got to the room he locked the door and I started gettin butterflies and my hands started sweating. He took off his shirt and gave me the dutch and the weed to roll up while he layed on the bed and I rolled. I couldn't help but admire his muscular body, the ripples in his stomach turned me on and I felt myself gettin wett. My hands started shakin. He watched me roll the blunt which made me more nervous and I think he knew because he turned on the t.v. and started watchin. I sparked the blunt and we passed it back and forth without saying anything. I layed back and watched t.v. with him. "I'll be back, I gotta pee." I told him He nodded. But when I got back from the bathroom he was asleep. I layed on the bed slowly not to wake him up. I rubbed his dreads and kissed his forehead. And he woke up like Sleeping Beauty or something. He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Can I kiss you?" He asked me. Before I answered he pulled me toward him and I had was so close I could feel his breath on my neck. It turned me on so much I kissed him hungrily. And he turned me from my side onto my back and pressed his dick on my pussy. I couldn't help but moan. He humped me while kissing my face and neck. Then biting my ears. He undressed me slowly which made me anticipate his touch. Each touch sent chills down my spine to my pussy. I felt the butterflies swarm in my stomach. My dreads draped across my shoulders as I unclipped my bra for him. He pushed me back and kissed and licked my nipples, massaging my titties. I couldn't help myself, I moaned his name and nutted on myself from his tounge and his soft lips exploring my body. His dreads tickled my skin on the way down. He looked at me with those eyes and grabbed my thighs pulling me closer and spreading my legs. "Pretty pussy..." He said watching my pussy throb and drip. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. He went head first between my legs, licking my pussy ever so slowly, from back to front. I rode his tounge with every stroke, letting my pussy drip down his chin. He sucked my clit until it was swollen. I pulled his dreads...legs shakin...stuttering...about to climax. "Oooh Tye I'm bout to cum.." I moaned. He slapped my ass. "Mmmhmm, don't hold back, I want every drop of that shit." He pushed his tounge deep in my pussy, I moaned and squirted everywhere as he flicked his tounge at my clit. I screamed with pleasure.My body jerked with every lick and suck. I layed there for a minute watching him take off his khakis and boxers. I layed there mesmerized, watching his dick bounce up and down as he stood straight up. I sat up and grabbed his dick pulling him to me. I stared at it, watching it throb in my hand as I stroked it. I swirled my tounge over the head and looked up at him watching him react to my touch. I licked and kissed his shaft and sucked on the head lightly. I tasted his pre-cum as his dick throbbed in my hand. I flicked my tounge at the hole and devored a good 8 inches of the whole 11. Feeling the stickiness from his pre-nut in the back of my throat. I got in a good rhythym and placed his hand on the back of my head so he could guide me at his own pace. After about five minutes he was fucking my mouth and his legs were shaking. He was grabbing my dreads for dear life. Pulling back from me cause it felt so good, but trying to hold on back he didn't want me to stop. After about seven more minutes of my torture he pulled out and nutted on my breasts. I layed back and spread my legs as he walked over to the dresser to get the condoms. He ripped out the packaging and effortlessly rolled one on his dick. It fit perfectly. "Gimme that..." I said eyeing his dick."I want every inch." "You sure." He said, more of a statement than a question. He pulled my legs over his shoulders, and I moaned as he rubbed his dick across my clit before ripping me open. He muffled my screams with a kiss, as my breathing picked up pace as well as his stroke. He stoked me deeper, and my nails found his back. "Oh my god this dick so big." I screamed. He stroked me deeper and deeper until I felt him hit the bottom. He felt it too, so he started pounding my shit. I pulled his dreads as an orgasm ripped through my body. Soaking his sheets and his dick. "Oooh" He moaned responding to the tightening and wettness of my kitty. "Ooooh baby don't stop, please don't sto-o-o-ahhh!" I moaned as he began to grind my spot. I kissed him hungrily, trying to stick my tounge down his throat. I bit his neck and grabbed the back of his thighs, fucking him back with all my might. That shit turned him on. "Oh you tryin to fuck me back now huh?" He said. "Turn that ass over so I can wear yo ass out." He pushed me over on my stomach. I got in position as he licked me from the front of my pussy to the back. Changing condoms at the same time. He shoved it in and began pounding my pussy. Pulling my dreads that were wrapped around his hand, making me throw my ass back. I was loving every minute of the pain and pleasure he gave me. "You like this dick don't you?" He asked."Tell me how much you love this dick." He smacked my ass. "Oooh my go-ahh-d I love dis dick Tye ooh." I screamed on the verge of tears. "What? What's my name??" The way he said it made me re-think, like damn I know I didn't call him out of his name. That would be too funny. "Girl I said you better scream my name." He growled, putting his hand around my throat and grinding my pussy. He lowered his self down near my ear. I felt his breath on my ear when he whispered to me in that sexy ass voice. "Girl scream my name. I wanna hear you scream my name. Say it..." "Oooh Tye, baby oohh, Tye, Tye, Tye....Tyyyye!" " Yeah, I know." He said pounding my pussy while I laid on my stomach. I felt his dick gettin harger and thicker with each pump. I screamed as it stretched me open even more. By my 5th or 6th nut I was creaming. He loved that shit. He loved how he could control my body. He loved how my body jerked when I came. He loved how I grabbed for him when I was in ecstacy. It turned him on so much, he was about to cum. He sucked on my neck and I moaned for him. He pounded me harder than ever. I arched my back and nutted with him. I screamed, he moaned, and we nutted.... CHAPTER 5 When I woke up the room was dark. Tye had me wrapped up in his arms holding me tight. I moved one of his arms from around me so I could use the bathroom. He shuffled a little but went back to sleep. I walked to the bathroom and peed. Then I remembered my homegirls. I wonder if they are still here. I panicked all of a sudden. I know they wouldn't leave me but are they okay. It had just hit me that we were really chillin with a bunch of strangers. I looked at myself in the mirror while washing my hands, noticing the new glow I had. I laughed to myself and splashed water on my face. I walked back to the room and Tye was still asleep. I layed back down with him and kissed him all over his face until he woke up. "Damn it's dark, what time is it?" He asked rolling over to turn on the lamp. He kissed my lips and looked at the clock. "It's 11:23p.m." He told me. "You not gon' get in trouble is you?" "I don't know. Probably not. They don't care about me anyway." I said trailing off at the end of the sentence. "What you say?" He asked confused. "Nothing baby, you think they still here?" I asked. "They probably all fucked and went to sleep like us." He replied. "Oh well lemme go check up on my bitches." I told him walking out the room. I stopped at the door beside ours and knocked. No one answer so I twisted the knob and peeked inside. Neeka and Tee were both butt-naked and sleep. I walked downstairs and knocked on the guest room in the hallway. Tayda came to the door. "What?" She asked. "It's just me shorty coming to check on you. Plus, it's late as shit for real and I need to call my peoples so they don't be buggin." "Oh aight." She said and got her cell phone. We both knew the routine all too well. I would call my foster mother and then call her mother to confirm the story. Her mother was cool with whatever story we fed to her as long as we looked out for her and got her a fix when we came in town. At first Tayda didn't like the idea but realized that in order for me to chill we had to. Plus, she had given up hope on her moms a long time ago. I dialed the number quickly, it was programmed in the back of my mind. Ring....Ring....Ring.... "Hello?" A groggy voice answered. I knew exactly who it was. "Hi Ms. Caroline." I answered trying to sound happy. "Where the hell you been? I been looking for you all day!" She said sounding less concerned with every word. "Don't worry I'm at Brittany's house and I'll be home after school tommorow." I said. "Are you asking or telling me?" She asked. I quickly grew agitated. Who did she think she was questioning me. That bitch wasn't my mother, or anyone related to me for that matter. "I'm telling you." I said right before I hung up not waiting for a reply. I called Tayda's mother. "Yeah." She answered sounding frustrated. "What's good Pookie?" I said. "Oh what up Smiley, got some good news for me?" I could tell she was fiendin I could hear it all in her voice. "Yeah, just hold me down and I got you tommorow." "Yessssss!" She said sounding like a little kid. "I got you sweetheart." We hung up. Damn, I remember when Pookie used to be the bitch on every nigga's mind. That was before she got a new boyfriend who was a fiend on the low and showed her his ways. She lost everything, well in looks. Tayda was a spitting image of her mother before the drugs. They could have been twins. I walked to the basement door and heard moans. I knew Mia was still down there with Big Mike. I went to the refridgerator and grabbed a bottled water. I sat at the table and drank the whole bottle. Dehydrated from all the liquor we consumed that day. I looked around at the mess we had made and subconsciously started cleaning. Damn, this nigga's house was laid out. He had a brown suade couch, loveseat, and recliner, hardwood floors, a wall-to-wall mirror, and exoctic looking plants everywhere. There was a 52" plasma hanging on the wall and underneath was all the accessories, with a banging ass stereo system with surround sound. The kitchen was just a laid with an island/bar in the middle of the floor. A nice a glass table to the right of the island, and another wooden table in the dining room with bone china at every chair. Damn, I wish I was living like this I told myself. I was so busy admiring the artwork on the wall, I didn't even realize that Tye had came downstairs and snuck up on me. He kissed my neck. "I worked hard for all this shit." He said. "I don't have any family for real so I'm looking for somebody to share this with me." I looked at him hard for a minute. Trying to look into his soul to see if what he was saying was all true or if he was playing games just to get back in my pants. Although I would have loved to love Tye, I was so confused because everything had happened so fast and I didn't want my heart broken. So I played it off. "What nigga? Don't play wit me. I aint tryin to hear that shit." His whole demeanor changed. "Come on Smiley, you a smart girl. You think I woulda brought you to my house if I wasn't feeling you for real?" I thought for a minute. Yea he is right. I was silent. "Give me time to love you, and you can have my heart." I told him. He smiled and hugged me from behind. I rolled my eyes....BULLSHIT! CHAPTER 6 That was a loooooooong time ago. What happened to Tye? Well, we hit it off right, but it was my stupidity and my broken heart that couldn't trust. Maybe Tye really did want to love me, who knows. All I know is, LaDy MaFia hit em right. We robbed Tye like three months later. I felt bad. Them other niggas weren't really as cool as I thought. Mia told me Big Mike's dick was huge but he didn't know how to work it. Neeka said she was only feelin Tee cause she was drunk. And Tayda really like Santana, but couldn't be with him because of the shit we did. Oh well charge it to the game... We waited until we knew for sure that he was on the block and wouldn't be coming home for a minute and got him for almost everything. Too bad I didn't stick around long enough to find his stash. I know if we did we woulda hit it off BIG. We took all his shit and pawned it off at different pawn shops from Baltimore City to D.C., we made atleast $5,000 off that shit. LaDy MaFia was sittin pretty. So much for love... That's what LM was about, taking a nigga's heart and all his cash. We did that shit so much it was like second nature to me. So every nigga I ever fucked with got fucked. I hollered back at every nigga that hollered at me. I got so many niggas, after I moved from Baltimore I was scared to go back to the city. There was one time that only Mia and I went with these two niggas, they were crazy as hell. They were twins Greg and Creig. I hated these niggas because they thought they was the shit and the only reason I went with Mia is because she swore to me that they had money. I was determined to show these niggas we was the shit and they was some shit. Them dumbass niggas thought we was dumb. They took us to a trap house and tried to rape us. But little did they even know, I had a big ass butterfly knife that I was not afraid to use. I stabbed one of the twins in his nuts and the other in his neck. Mia grabbed whatever she could. She checked pockets, closets and then, for some reason under the couch. She knew exactly where the stash was. We got out of there with a g' and three ounces of coke. What Mia did with the coke, I dont know, she probably sold it, but as far the the money we spent on clothes as usual. But drugs, naw I refused to put my hands on them. Whatever happened to them niggas, I don't know either. That was all the way up Poplar Grove and I didn't chill in that hood anyway. And until this day you won't catch me up there. That was how LM was. The number one rule was look out for you, number two look out for fam. Number three, if you aint fam then fuck you. That's how we rolled. Fuck school, fuck work, fuck everything. As long as we had each other we could make it. We weren't a gang but shit bitches was definately trying to get recruited. We never recruited any of them bitches though, the last thing we needed was for some nobody to fuck everything up. And as time progressed, the more we did, the more bold we became. The older we got the badder we got, in looks and actions. But we always looked out. Things at home were getting worse. I dreaded coming home after a long day of fuckin and robbing or just plain robbin. I'd take a shower warm up my food in the microwave, eat, maybe watch t.v., and go the fuck to sleep. By that time my foster mother knew I wasn't going to school. And was trying to get me put out of her house. I never thought about being homeless until I lived with Ms. Caroline. She never wanted me home any way so I figured staying out all night wasn't that bad. I felt unwanted. Maybe if she took the time to know me then she could have stopped me from myself. I know Ms. Tressa would have. I cried every night, wondering why my family couldn't have been like Ms. Tressa's. Or why no one really cared about me. Or why my sister had to die instead of me. Or why I wasn't as pretty as the rest of my friends. Or why I thought so much about what other people thought about me. I lay bundled up in my blanket crying, asking God for forgiveness and for him to take me with him to heaven. I was tired, so damn tired. After a while, I gave up on God, figuring he didn't care about me either. My life was boring. The only excitment I had was LM. So I looked forward to my escapades. The deeper I fell into LM, the more depressed I became. The more ruthless I became. Besides, the ladies of LM loved me that way. I just didn't give a fuck, when before I would think twice before going on the "cat stroll" we called it. You know, going out dressed to kill and preying on dumbass niggas with bread, the ones thinkin they about to hit it and split it. My moto was, get dat chedda no matter what. It didn't matter if we fucked the dude and he went to sleep and we robbed him. Or if we took dude somewhere and tied him up and robbed him or whatever. I never thought I was gonna find a nigga that could out-smart LM. Shiiiiiiiit, I remember one time LM took a hustla off for his whole stash. We had went to our flunkie Roderick's old house. He still had the keys to it so sometimes we used to just go and chill. But the house was a vacant. LM sat on the porch smoking a blunt just enjoying the weather. When we noticed a sale. Dude didn't even realize we were sitting there watching his every move. As soon as dude went down the street, I pounced on it. I ran to the gutter and pulled out his whole stash. I took it inside the house and watched through the window. he came back up the street and he was pissed when he couldn't find his shit. He looked at the house and I laughed. He knew. So we went out the back door and got loose. We never went back to the vac. I gave the stash to Mia and she sold it. Now that I think about it, LM mad so much money we could've bought our own fuckin night club. CHAPTER 7 It was winter time so the "cat stroll" was definately out of the picture. Neeka and Tayda had gotten jobs as strippers down on Baltimore St. Though they made a profit for LM, what was Mia and I suppose to do. I didn't have enough confidence to be stripping for anyone, though I never told them this. I was the tom-boy out of the group and they knew that, so I used that as the excuse of why I didn't want to join them. Mia just told them she was too damn fat and would not be taking off her clothes for no thirsty ass niggas. So she did what she did best. Sold coke. I didn't want to help her sell it so I helped her cook it up. That was it, no delivering packages, no muling, no nothing. FUCK THAT! None of these bitches had been locked up before and I told them I wasn't going back for none of them and evenn though they were my sisters, they understood. I needed to make money...LM was trying to get an apartment. I could have gone back to selling but was too scared. Cat strolling was not an option, for me anyway, because it was too cold to be walking up and down North Avenue. So I started milking them niggas. LM went out atleast two or three times a week. So I used those times as oppurtunity to prey. LM had opened up an account with all the money we got from strollin with. It was a nice lil hunk of change. Since none of us were 18 except Mia we all had to make a joint account with her. The first dude I started milking was DeOndre'. He lived over east Baltimore across from the Northwood Shopping Center. He had a good job at Mercy Medical and had his own place with a nice Cadillac Deville. We were sitting in Cactus Willis over at East Point Mall getting our eat on, talkin about what would do with all the money and how we were going to make more. I realized my plate was empty, so I used that excuse to get back up and check out the chocolatey brother that had just sat down to eat by himself. He watched me stroll to the salad bar, and I put an extra umph in my step. Which wasn't hard because I was wearing some black stillettos with some straight-leg jeans. I looked over to him with my bedroom eyes and smiled. The smile I'm famous for, the one that made them niggas melt. Especially since I had gotten my fronts. When dudes looked at me, they seen a classy female, but when I opened my mouth they could see that I was paid. My fronts were white gold with fangs that help red rubys on both sides. Cost me a good $500. I flipped my dreads over my shoulder and went back to piling lettuce on my plate. And it worked like a charm, when I turned around, Mr. Chocolatey was standing behind me. I was startled at how close he was standing. "How you doin?" He asked smiling at me. "I'm good." I replied as if I weren't interested. It always lurred them in. I moved around him and moved down to the dressing. "I'm sorry, I just seen you when I was sitting down and had to say something because your so gorgeous." I had to blush, that was the first time anyone had called me anything other than cute. "Thank you..." I said. "I'm Smiley." I held out my hand for him to shake. "Oh, I see." He laughed. "DeOndre'" We shook hands and I winked to my girls letting them know what I was doing. "Who are you here with?" He asked. "Just my homegirls." I replied nonchalantly. "They won't mind if I steal you away for a moment, will they?" "Not at all." I followed him to the table and talked about bullshit for what seemed to be a good thirty minutes, when my girls walked over and told me it was time to go. As if they knew I was bored with the conversation. I exchanged numbers with him and promised to call. When we got to the car, I started to tell my girls of the plan to get money. "Ladies, I have my plan. While Mia do her thing and yall do yall's. I'ma milk these niggas for all they worth." I said smiling waiting for approval. "Hell yeah!" Mia said. "That's wussup Smiles" Neeka said. "Can't get locked up for being manipulative." We all laughed and got in Mia's Landrover. I called DeOndre' right when we got to Mia's house all the way over in Park Heights. The first test was to see how bad this nigga really wanted it. If he drove all the way from south east Baltimore to north west Baltimore, I knew he wanted it. So I called him...I guess he knew it was me because he picked up on the first ring. "Hello?" he answered. "What's good DeOndre'?" "Shit, who dis?" "Damn, you got that many bitches callin you that you don't remember a shorty you was just talkin to?" I laughed. "Oh my fault. I didn't recognize the number." "Well maybe because I didn't give you my number." I told him laughing because I told him I didn't have a phone. I always used Mia's phone to call these niggas. "So what's up? You tryin to chill later, catch a movie or summin?" I smiled. Hell yeah, start spending that doe early. "That's wussup, we can probably catch that new joint wit umm...whats his name in it..." He laughed "Ummmm aight, where you stay so I can come scoop you." That was definately a no-no. I didn't dare tell these niggas where I lived. Any time I got picked up or dropped off, it was at Mia's house. The last thing I needed was for one of these niggas to know where I lived. I told him her address and continued to lolly gag on the phone with this fool. "So Ms. Smiley, do I get to know your real name?" "Why?" I asked growing agitated because I already knew what would happen if I told him. "Why not?" "It's Barbara." "Stop lyin girl, yo momma aint name you no damn Barbara." See that's what I hated the most about people. Why in the hell would I play and tell people my name is Barbara. Of all names to pick why would I pick Barbara to play around with. Oh, especially when I was younger. People used to make fun of my name everyday. I already knew he was going to try and make me laugh by making fun of my name. But what he didn't know was that I was very sensitive about it and would cuss his ass out before he even started. I rolled my eyes preparing myself. "Yes, DeOndre', just how your mother name you that, my mother named me Barbara and it's her name too." I stated dryly. You would think he got the hint just from the way I said my last comment but no, of coarse not... "So can I call you Barbie?" He asked laughing-and making fun of my name. "Oh my fuckin goodness...No you can not call me Barbie. My name is Barbara, but you, you can call me Smiley. Don't even call me by my government because you play too much and I don't like that dumbass shit. Grow up!" I practically scrreamed. "Wooooooooah..." He said I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I felt my blood pressure rising, and if I wanted to do this right I would have to be as sweet as possible. But sometimes I fucked up because my damn anger issues. "Umph, I'm sorry baby, I just don't like when people make fun of my name. I'm a little sensitive on the subject." I replied trying to lighten the mood. "Oh, my fault then sweetheart, I didn't mean it." We talked until he arrived at Mia's about 20 minutes later. I was smoking with Mia and the crew when he pulled up. I was nice and high when he came to get me. If I wanted to get this nigga, I had to act like I wasn't that interested to make him do more to get me. It was all part of the game. Never let them get too close, and if it aint about money then it don't make sense to me. I had to laugh at my gold-diggin-ass. I made sure I had my cell phone and my blade just in case. Not the same one I used on the twins but a new butterfly knife with multi-colors. I smiled from ear to ear as I made my way to the Cadi. I got in and blew kisses at my Ladies. They threw up the LM (which was basically the Latin King gang sign except it symbolized Lady Mafia for us.) De' was jammin to Pretty Ricky as I hopped in the whip. "Which theatre' we goin to?" He asked me. "Which ever one you payin for." I told him laughin but so damn serious. He laughed too, which made me laugh harder because he didn't know I was serious. I noticed his dimples and pretty light brown eyes glisten. I smiled at him, admiring his sexy features. The whole ride he talked about himself. Never stopping to ask me a question, what a self-centered little bastard. You know, the whole "where do I see myself in five years" speech. He reminded me of a motivational speaker or something. the whole time he talked I drifted off into Smiley World. I thought about all the dudes I had milked, and all the ones who probably wanted me for real. I found my thoughts drifting to Tye. I found myself thinking about him alot. Wondering, if he knew it was me that robbed him...or does he still want me...or does he still think about me...or if he knew it was me that robbed him would he still take me back? Then I was interrupted. "--you think so Smiley?" he asked. "Ummm yea I guess so." I replied not knowing how to answer. I was relieved when I responded to his liking. I laughed at myself for not listening and thinking about Tye. Shiit, Tye probably wifing some other hoe. We pulled up at Towson Commons. Damn, this nigga is either tryin to impress me, or he got the bank roll because Towson is the most expensive movie theatre in Baltimore. It's about twenty dollars for two tickets. And yes I said "he" because if this nigga thought I was paying for myself, I would walk my ass right over to the mall and shop and cat stroll until Mia picked me up. Fuck what ya heard! He parked in a parking garage and we walked to the theatre. We stopped for the cars at the light. He took the oppurtunity to hold my hand. I felt something come over me. No nigga had ever held my hand. I mean none. He walked me across the street. I blushed the whole way, locking my fingers with his. I had never had a real boyfriend before so the feeling was new to me. It's crazy how something so small made me tingle all over. This date might not be that bad after all. If I wasn't trying to get in his pocket he might have made a good boyfriend. I laughed...NOT! CHAPTER 8 When we got inside there was a small line in front of the booth. "SO what you wanna see?" He asked nodding toward the sign with all the movies, as if i couldn't see it myself. I smiled. "Ummm how about an action movie....what about that new 'Batman'?" He gave me a look like he didn't want to see it. I didn't really want to see it either but just because he gave me that nasty look, I intended on making him stay and watch it anyway. When we got to the front of the line I never said anything about the money. I just decided to wait and see what he would do. To reasons; one, i was feeling him a little, and two, I wanted to see if he was gonna go all out for the girl. "Hello, Welcome to Towson Commons, what would you like to see today?" "Yeah, can I get two tickets for 'Batman'?" He asked. I smiled at him deviously behind his back after the money transaction was made and I seen the thick stack of twenties in his wallet. I thought to myself, "yeah mufucka you betta not even look at me talkin bout no damn money. Puttin a dent in that knot tonight baby!" I laughed to myself holding his hand on the way inside. All i could think about was somebody fuckin seeing me with him. I mean yeah I had plenty of friends that thought we were exclusive. Yeah I know you think people think I'm a freak for it but I just consider myself to be a woman who knows what she wants. Our movie started in about 15 minutes, so we walked over to the snack bar. That same devious smile broke out on my face. He looked at me kind of confused, but then asked me did I want something after I remained quiet waiting for him to ask. Yeah I knew he would ask, he wanted this pussy bad. Just like all the rest of them niggas. You know, the ones who try to fake like they want to wife you but whole time just want to fuck. Please I'm already hip. "Why suuuuuure, I would love something from the snack bar." I said in my white girl voice laughing at myself. When I walked up to the counter I decided to test him yet again. "Can I take your order please." the cashier asked. "Why yes,.... I'd like a large pepsi, a pack of m&m's, a large popcorn, and oooh, what's that, Mike&Ike's oh, lemme get a pack of them. I turned around and looked at him shaking his head in disbelief. I tried hard to hold the laugh in. "What?" I said holding my hands up in surrender with a sad face on. " And can I have another large Sprite and a bag of Whoppers." I thought in my head cheap ass nigga. As soon as he paid for our food, I added in a plate of nachos. I had to laugh at myself. I hate a cheap ass nigga. I could tell he was one, especially when we were about to walk into the theatre. "Can you hold this for me?" I handed him the tray of nachos and my candy. I laughed to myself as I ate the popcorn. "I hope you gonna eat all this shit, I didn't buy all this shit for nothing." He stated looking disgusted. I turned back to look at him. I was so upset that he had failed the second test. Now he was in the trick bag with everyone else. "What nigga? Don't worry bout it,if you bout if for me it's mine and I'll do with it what I please. Thank you." I rolled my eyes and switched my hips on the way up the steps to the back corner of the theatre. I knew he was watching each swing of my hips on the way up. Fantasizing about my round plump ass. You gotta pay to play, is what I thought as I looked back smiling. I sat in the corner and him on the edge. I was smashing the food he had gotten me. I had the munchies like a mufucka. He stared at the screen as I wondered what position he was thinking bout fucking me in. I laughed out loud. "What?" he asked "Naw, I was just wondering where this is going to lead to." "What, us?" He asked. I hated when they acted as if they were deaf and dumb. "Yeah dummy. What else?" I asked waiting for something corny, or maybe something I've never heard before. "Well, I'm not trying to rush into anything. I just wanna be friends for now." "Oh aight." I said turning back to the screen. Yeah right friends with benefits I thought. But hey that was even better I don't have worry about a love sick puppy. I sipped on my soda playing with straw as the movie began. He was on it, watching every flick of my tongue and every lick of my lips. Seducing him slowly. I looked at him and smiled as I felt him breathing down my neck. I ignored him. I waited for a little more of the movie to show so that the nosy ass people around us wouldn't be paying us any mind. I ate few Mike&Ike's and put my hand on his dick. He jumped in excitment and I laughed taking my hand away after grabbing a handful to make sure it was worth it. I bit my bottom lip and looked back at the screen waiting for him to make his move. Publication Date: December 1st 2009 https://www.bookrix.com/-smiley91

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Paul Curtis Gentleman’s Relish Erotic Poetry For The Discerning Palate AFTER THE FUNERAL At the funeral on the remembrance lawn Looking at her all in black gave me the horn This may well be regarded as shocking But I pictured her wearing only stockings I offered her my condolences and good wishes And later after flirting we exchanged kisses I removed her from her smart black suit Peeling her like a piece of ripe fruit Once divested of her widows weeds My attentions turned to sowing my seeds Naked but for stockings and suspender belt I fondled her breasts as before her I knelt Her nipples stood proud and swollen No hint of innocence to be stolen I kissed her from mouth to stocking top And below her belly I took a pause to stop Gently I kissed her pale pink haven Silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven She opened like a flower before me And I tasted her sweet nectar eagerly I explored amidst the petals tenderly Before i worked at her more rythmically She moaned in explosive climax loudly My throbbing organ stood out proudly She lay before me a tattoo on her hip And with piercing's in ears, nose and lip I lay to pierce her flesh with myself too And on her beat out a passionate tattoo Then after great mutual consummation Further pleasures were the expectation Her eager mouth was so well employed Rendering oral pleasure well enjoyed Then came the gift for naughty girls When she wore my necklace of pearls With no chance she would lay serenely She begged for more quite wantonly Mutual oral satisfaction was one way And toys and lotions came in to play Then not tiring of our copulations She offered herself again for penetration More times after that I entered her Until I was only shooting dust and air Finally she let me sleep but just till dawn When I awoke to her mouth about my horn AFTERNOON DELIGHT I stood in the bathroom doorway And watched her stir The afternoon sunlight Painted patterns on her naked contours As it shone through the billowing curtains Her hair, still damp from our passionate exertions Clung to her face and neck And beads of sweat sparkled on her skin She lay on her side Knees drawn up to her belly Showing off the wonderful sweep From narrow waist to curvaceous hip And the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks Then she rolled on to her back as she stirred again And the magnificence of her was there before me With patterns of light and dark dancing over her form Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her Her eyes opened and she smiled when she saw me She sat up and brushed the hair from her face Then moved onto her knees and stretched Leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her Supporting herself on clenched fists And throwing her head right back Until her black hair tumbled down her back My eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her From the cascading black hair Down the cords and sinews of her neck To the fine structure of her shoulders Dwelling on her firm breasts and proud nipples Before continuing to the soft down on her flat belly And her round hips and buttocks Before reaching the thick black triangle And her long taught thighs either side I left the doorway and picked my way Through the discarded clothing on the floor To reach the bed where she now sat Sitting on her haunches she looked at me A radiant smile illuminating her face With eyes that said “again” ARE YOU WEARING STOCKINGS? It was in a seedy club Where I spied her in the gloom And I knew I wanted her As our eyes met across the room Are you wearing stockings? Is the answer no or yes Your buttocks say oh And your hips say guess I liked what I saw before me It was lust at first sight We didn’t speak as she took my hand And led me out into the night We painted the town red Then after a night of carousel She took me to her apartment To quell her burning arousal It was a mutual wanting A primeval burning passion A need for physicality A time to enjoy each sensation There was a moment’s hesitation As we stood face to face Then primitive and animal We touched in coarse embrace I fingered her through the silk Until she moaned her sighs Then I pulled her pants down Her long stocking-ed thighs My hand returned to her lips And I probed her creamy-ness Rhythmically stroking her Until I brought her to the abyss Kneeling before her writhing form My mouth set off on a quest To kiss my way along her leg To taste the her tangy-ness I reach her stocking top And the softness of her thighs My cheek against her skin As I sought out the dewy prize I tasted her until she shuddered And let out a stifled shout Then she unzipped me quickly And tugged me roughly out She kissed me with urgency And could taste herself on my lips While her hand tugged on me I pulled her skirt above her hips But then she was on her knees And her mouth was all about me As she sucked on my shaft Sucking me to the point of ecstasy I was beginning to lose control Would she drink her fill of me? Would she wear my necklace? Or would her loins envelope me The answer quickly came As she pulled me to the floor Where she rode me like a dervish Until I could give her no more And then we lay entwined On the floor of her apartment Enjoying the afterglow With our passions well spent BERNADETTE FROM BLACKHEATH I remember my very first girlfriend Bernadette O’Flahety was her name She was ever so slightly unattractive But she was my girlfriend all the same She was considered quite the looker Where she was born in Blackheath Despite the very large warty nose With the ginger moustache beneath She did have a face like a smashed crab Or perhaps like a bag full of spanners She had tufts of red hair under her arms Like a pair of nesting ginger hamsters They say that beauty is only skin deep So she must have had hers on inside out She’d a funny eye so that one looked At you and the other seeked you out She was best viewed in a dimmed light Preferably from distance to be unkind It was best not to see her naked form But tackle her in the dark from behind She had hairy legs and even hairy nipples Her shape wasn’t curves so much as sags She carried at least three spare tyres And had breasts like roof tiler's nail bags Bernadette's complexion resembled Two week old cold lumpy porridge She had Denis Healy bushy eyebrows Accentuating the prominent ridge She was older than me by a little bit And she had been around the block And it would be more than fair to say She had too many miles on the clock Bernadette was a bit of an old banger You could say in more way than one But on a those long cold dark nights She was also a real bundle of fun My brother said unkindly, the poor girl Must have fallen from the ugly tree And making matters worse she had hit On the way down a branch or three The excessive cellulite on her thighs Made them look and feel like tripe She had a number of boils and sores And her skin was of the greasy type And yes its true that she did have a face Like a well smacked arse bless her Or a bulldog chewing a wasp but then I was no oil painting or Adonis either And perhaps she was not what a mother Would want to chose for her son But Bernadette was quite acceptable For a shy young man to practice on COCKNEY COURTING A Very Nice Boat Race Barnet Fair Blonde And Army And Navy Great Long Ham And Eggs Right Up To Her Blade Of Grass Firm Flat New Delhi And Big Threepenny Bits The Knowing Look In Her Mince Pies Stirs My Hampton Wick We Head Up The Apples And Pears To The My Uncle Ned I Remove Her Early Doors To Cop A Butchers Hook At Her Jack And Danny Then Get Her On Her Biscuits And Cheese Taking Her From The Hammer And Tack For A Quick Donald Duck DREAM LAKE The dark lake at midnight reflected back Her own image, she knew this to be her Bu why was she at the lake at midnight Why did she not know how she got there? And why was she naked on the lake shore A cool breeze blew off the quiet water It played gently with her auburn curls Caressing her velvet skin, arousing her She felt her nipples erect then shivered But not from the cold, she felt a passion Welling up within her, a heat she had Not felt before and may never feel again Was everything as it appeared to seem Or was it in fact just a vivid dream GIRLS WHO WEAR GLASSES Its said 'that men seldom make passes At girls who wear glasses' But what if the girl is wrapped within Such soft velvet like skin Or she is full of vitality and vigor Or has an hourglass figure With a pinched waist and curvaceous hips Or moist pouting lips Perhaps she has milky white thighs Or maybe come to bed eyes What if her blouse struggles to repress Her large heaving chest? Maybe she has a dazzling smile that wins Or has long slender pins Would men ask out girls who wore glasses If they had really nice arses? GRECIAN YEARNS It was on a beach on a Grecian island We met on a warm and balmy night First we walked together hand in hand Then soon indulged in carnal delight I was quickly inside her clothes She tore at my shorts with eager hands I pull her knickers off over her feet Then we were both naked in the sands I squeezed and sucked at her breasts As I rummage through her thicket She chewed and tongued at my ear As her fingers played along my wicket I peeked between her private curtains Drawing them then began to sup Her body writhed and moaned As I drank deeply from her velvet cup She positioned her head beside my root As I brought her to a rhythmic climax She played on my organ like a flute And I took my turn at oral ecstasy Having concluded our oral conversation Panting and sweating in the darkness We began in earnest our fornication We writhed and moaned and grunted While I gave her a good rut and tup And we drank and smoked in the afterglow Before I thrust again into her furry cup HEAT We came together In a frenzied embrace Mouths locked, Nostrils flared Snorting like fighting bulls Kissing, stroking, groping Fumbling with buttons and belts Hooks and eyes Until we lay in a heap Disordered in our semi nakedness I caressed her breasts Teasing her nipples First with fingers Before attending to them orally I moved my hand across her soft belly And pulled up her skirt My mouth alternated between Her swollen nipples and her eager mouth My slipped under her skirt And I reached up Until I felt the silk of her underwear I pulled them down to her ankles urgently Then I moved my hand steadily Up her long stockined leg From ankle to calf to her inner thigh The soft naked flesh above her stocking Before combing my fingers through Her luxuriant growth She turned her attentions once again To my ear frantically exploring it with her tongue I cupped her pubic bone in my hand And rocked it gently Then I slipped my fingers between her lips Into the creamy wetness She moaned gently in my ear And slid her finger around my swollen shaft Tugging roughly at me As I worked her wet flesh Until her rhythmic moaning Reach crescendo And she came Her thighs closed on me Then she rolled onto her back For me to mount her She wanted me so badly And my balls ached for the want of her I lay on her and we kissed And I probed at her wetness Teasing her lips with my tip Then in her urgency with her slender legs wrapped around me She pulled me in until she enveloped me Then she gripped me Vice like with her slim yet powerfull thighs Preventing my withdrawal Her mouth was again on my ear Licking and chewing Her razor like nails dug into my skin I arched my back And entered her deeper Then her grip on my hips lessoned I withdrew and thrust into her again She writhed beneath me moaning As she tongued my ear I thrust again She bit my lobe Her nails were now in my buttocks I thrust again and again Then again faster and faster We moan loudly in unison Until I exploded inside her And she clung to me like a limpet There we lay in the afterglow of passion Locked in fond embrace For a timeless period Until our passions were again aroused I WANTED HER She crouched down, almost squatting To stroke a small dog in the park As she did her full buttocks Strained the fabric of her shorts And I wanted her When she stood up She through back her hair from her face As she did the sunlight caught The fine blonde strands And I wanted her She reached behind her head To tie back her loose hair Which pushed her breasts tightly Against her cotton shirt And I wanted her She saw me looking at her And smiled at me coyly Then she waved to me, smiling And I wanted her Luckily she was my wife IN THE AFTERGLOW She lay serenely in the afterglow The sweat of passion spent Vaporized and no more Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face The red glow of the cheeks still visible Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth No hint remains of what passed The contortions of orgasm Which were etched into her innocent face Linger no more but shall again soon She lies beneath a silken sheet Stretched more tightly across her breasts Showing them in sharp relief The cool air from the open window Arouses her nipples Which stand proud through the silk She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison As her arousal continues elsewhere If her lover does not return Her satisfaction will be in her own hand IN THE CHAIR I entered the living room from the garden To a scene which gave me a hard on My housekeeper's daughter was there Sitting in a leather winged back chair Unaware of my presence by the garden door Her pants discarded nearby on the floor One leg draped over the arm of the chair Happily pleasuring herself without a care Her eyes closed thinking she was alone Writhing gently with each successive moan Between her lips fingers worked eagerly And her pink flesh responded moistly I slipped off my swim shorts right there And began tugging on my organ before her She opened her eyes and gasped in surprise Her eyes looking at me pulling on my rise She continued masturbating with me watching And I matched the rhythm of her fingering Then she motioned me to her in the chair Still tugging on my organ I approached her With her free hand she grabbed my erection Taking it in her mouth to my satisfaction With one hand I braced myself on the chair While the other one caressed her red hair Her thighs drew together as she came loudly Moaning and writhing, still sucking on me She jumped up and knelt in the chair quickly Gripping the leather back offering herself to me I pulled up her short skirt quickly by the hem Exposing her buttocks then I fondled them Her Round firm buttocks confronted me As I knelt down to lick her moist cunny "I want you in me now" she said in haste "Don't worry" I replied, "I just want a taste" I stood, hands on her cheeks caressing her Kneading them before penetrating her Once inside her I pulled at her summer vest Then my hands played with her breasts I thrust into her tight pussy again and again Gripping her tits as I gave her my cane Then her taught body gave a shudder as she came Then another and another then I did the same After withdrawal she was all coy and beguiling She put on her pants and went away smiling After one session I looked forward to another In the mean time I went off to have her mother IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER Her eyes of velvet hazel brown Looked at me and then look down Her nose twitched and she bit her lip Then she composed herself and took a sip She fought to suppress it for a while Then her full lips broke into a smile I stared at the curvaciousness in her gown Then her brow furrowed into a frown Under my gaze her lashes fluttered nervously her eyebrows raised disapprovingly as I looked at her figure shamelessly Picturing her body naked before me The skin of her cheeks flushed deep red Then proudly she held up her head She flicks the brunette strands of hair Off her face as I stand and stare I love the beautiful things in life So what's wrong with ogling my own wife ISLE OF LOVE The scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was Everywhere, drifting on the afternoon breeze Filling my nostrils and catching in my dry throat The ice in my drink chinked out a melody and Beckoned me, my companion sat on the veranda She turned her head to me as I approached I leant down and kissed the nape of her neck The downy hairs stood up and I kissed again She met my gaze and smiled coyly then looked down At her lap, so my eyes wandered to the Gaping fabric of her silk dress and the soft Roundness of her within. I watched as Her nipples aroused either by the cooling Air or at the knowledge of my gaze, no matter I felt no shame at the beholding of her She looked up at me with beguiling eyes Her eyes said our drinks could wait awhile I took her hand and returned her smile KISSING COUSINS It was on a family holiday in Spain When I was seventeen and my cousin was fifteen Karen had followed me around with puppy dog eyes For as long as I could remember But had suddenly become aware of her sexuality And Karen flirted with me outrageously From the moment we set off for the airport But I wasn't really interested I already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two So I tried my best to ignore her But that was easier said than done When she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini And she was extremely fit and flaunted it So I weakened after all I was only seventeen I took my chance one afternoon When our parents had gone off on a visit somewhere A vineyard or monastery or shrine somewhere I made an excuse and stayed at the apartment I knew Karen was up for it when she did the same Once the parents were well on their way I walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel She was stood with her back to me And was wearing only black satin underwear Matching pants and camisole I knew she had borrowed them Because I caught a glimpse of her mum in them The day we arrived at the resort I walked up behind her and dropped my towel Wrapped my arm around her Her arms aliped over mine and she leant back into me And hugged me back my loins responded immediately And my erection was quickly digging into her back I inclined my head and kissed her She responded and our tongues explored each others mouths Squeezing each other tightly Then I released my grip on her Resting my hands lightly on her waist As I moved slowly onto my knees She visibly trembled as my fingerers found her panties And I hooked them inside the waistband I pulled her satin knickers over her slim hips They slipped with ease against her silky skin And over her tight young cheeks Then they tumbled quickly to her ankles I kissed the small of her back My lips brushing the downy hairs And then I fondled her perfect round cheeks I moved my hands up onto her hips as I stood Then they moved across her soft flat belly And upwards beneath her camisole And cupped her firm little breasts Teasing her nipples to erection I kissed the nape of her neck, still caressing her breasts Then I whispered in her ear And she pulled her camisole off over her head Naked and blushing she turned to look at me And I kissed her mouth eagerly Then I pushed her gently forward So she would kneel on the bed Then my hands moved back to her hips As I bent her over at the waist She was like putty to me totally compliant I could have done anything I wanted, which I was about to do I teased at her wet lips with my erection Before thrusting into her She gasped first in pain as I broke her hymen Then again in pleasure as I thrust again more deeply Her body ebbed and flowed with my rhythm Until she came one, twice, three times When I had finished I bent down and kissed the small of her back Then picked up her panties and wiped myself with them And discarded them on the bed next to her sweating body And then I walked away whistling LE BICYCLETTE DE BELSIZE As I drive home from work, with the evening sun still beating down hot on the windscreen, I come to an abhorrent obstruction in the road, a cyclist the worst site to any driver with somewhere to go and a finite time to get there. I was driving down a very narrow lane following a cyclist that I knew I couldn't pass when I noticed the cyclist for the first time, her brown hair dancing across her shoulders contrasting starkly with the white of the cotton blouse which tapered down to her narrow waist before disappearing into the waist band of her gray checked skirt. I pondered briefly on the name of the pattern was it "Hounds tooth, Prince of Wales, then the cloth stretched tight against her cheeks as she was stood up in the saddle as we climbed the hill, her long tanned legs powering her on and her buttocks reshaped themselves again and again, I could only imagine what was happening in front of her out of my view, then the material was tight against her curves once more as her bottom perched back on the saddle and every bump in the road brought a new quiver to her plaid clad cheeks and a delicious new tingling to my loins then all at once the lane ended and she was gone down a path went the girl and the bike she sat upon MELISA WITH THE GAPING BLOUSE Melisa with the gaping blouse With fabric formed tight Around her unfettered breasts Her aroused nipples Standing proud Like sentinels She walked slowly toward me Breasts bouncing Sensuously with every step Rising and falling Attracting every eye Melisa with the gaping blouse Was closer to me now The crisp white cotton Of her blouse disappeared Into the waistband of her skirt A tight grey skirt As she walked closer I could hear the rustle of her clothes Her blouse Her skirt Her stockings I hoped they were stockings Melisa with the gaping blouse Flicked her eyes In my direction Holding my gaze For only a moment In a knowing glance As good as a promise Then walked past me I turned to see her Walking slowly away Her stilettos clicking Her hips swinging To and fro And her Buttocks Forming and reforming With every step Melisa with the gaping blouse Beat out a sexual rhythm A sensual rhythm A primeval rhythm Making my pulse race And my loins ache And I followed her Matching her rhythm My temples throbbed As blood rushed elsewhere In a perfect rhythm Engorging me As she reached her door She turned to me smiling And proffered her hand Gratefully I took it Then she led me to paradise MISS TUNNEY Hey there Miss Tunney You're quite a honey With a disposition sunny And sense of humour, funny So cute just like a bunny I'd pay a deal of money Just to taste your cunny MISTAKEN IDENTITY "Bob, go to the Hilton" I was told "and meet Sam Barraclough” A lunchtime meeting at the Hilton sometimes life was tough I was expecting a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead you see With a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee A dour Yorkshire man wearing cloth cap and dressed in tweed So was not prepared for who it was to greet me I must concede The whippet wielding Yorkshire man had turned out to be A very pretty young woman who was called Samantha you see She was actually a stunningly beautiful petite young blonde The type of delicious creature it was impossible not to be fond She introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello I stuttered out my own introduction by way of a quid pro quo She offered her hand to me in greeting and I accepted it gladly Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and gripped mine firmly In my large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child In silence we continued to shake hands and we both just smiled We held each other's gaze and hand perhaps too long slightly We both laughed nervously and her cheeks blushed brightly She then turned away and bade me follow which was no chore I followed her exotic heady fragrance out thought the door Silently she led me down a corridor in the lounge direction I followed mesmerized by her form and admiring its perfection Even wearing four-inch heels I marveled at her daintiness Only reaching the dizzy height of five foot three more or less The straight blonde hair cascaded onto her shoulders softly A fitted silk blouse complemented her waif-ish frame perfectly She had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing And pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirting Then the shapely legs clad in stockings unless I miss my guess The overall effect was stunning and I was smitten I will confess Then sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton The sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination Seemingly completely oblivious to the effect she had achieved On the red-blooded men in her wake she'd never have believed She stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards me This caused the illumination of her fine breasts for us to see The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on a cushion pad A glimpse of her stocking top confirmed the suspicion that I had She effortlessly and elegantly slipped into the vacant place And gestured for me to sit beside her in the neighboring space Not coy she sat straight-backed upright confident and proud Her voice was strangely hypnotic clear and soft but not loud Once again I was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent Then she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the document Like a precious work of art I had admired her from a distance Now I could examine in detail every brushstroke every nuance Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine rain The sun was highlighting strands like spun gold again and again The golden rain tumbled to caress the nape of her neck gently Coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders diffidently I was transfixed by the vision of golden hair framing her face Of pale alabaster like porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace Her eyes stunning and captivating were of translucent green And her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in between Her mouth was only narrow but the lips were full and luscious As she spoke the pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuous I would blush to my roots if our eyes met however fleetingly And then a smile would dance about her mouth provocatively I turned my attention to her slim pale arms naked and bare The suns illumination fringing like white gold the downy hair Then her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim No bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewelry But then no jewelry could ever improve on this beauty before me Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it Causing her blouse to gape revealing her breast well just a bit Just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill Enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses and thrill Then she catches me letching and smiles as I avert my gaze Now it's her milky white flesh that blushes in a crimson blaze All to soon our short business meeting was at a close and done I felt her soft and delicate hand in mine and then she was gone So blinded by her beauty and intoxicated by her sweet perfume I could barely stammer out a sentence before she left the room I was left with only the exotic fragrance lingering about me Feeling quite despondent and in a strange way quite empty In my hand I found her business card as you would expect Then I turned it over like you would to more closely inspect A hand written note and number is not what I thought to see Here's my number, call me soon, I'd like to see you socially PICTURES OF LILY Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length Curly like loose ringlets cascading down Her face was Mediterranean, dark, dusky Eyes black as the night sky in winter, brows Thick and dark, nose pert, mouth full and pouty Her skin smooth as polished wood, her figure Like a Rodin carving of perfection Dress this in silk and lace, you have passion Her soft breasts hidden within delicate lace Hips, buttocks, femininity similarly Her legs sheathed in stocking of black silk Stiletto heels shaping them perfectly A vision as this is not as it seems It's the airbrushed woman of my dreams POINT OF VIEW I look at her and in my mind She is naked Her great round breasts Nipples like organ stops Her lush bush Then I see her bending Straight legged Her lips in full view I kneel and with my tongue Part her curtains Tasting her juice Then she is on all fours My cock deep in her Her buttocks slapping against my belly My hands cupping her breasts Then I am back This is no way to look at my mother in law RED HOT The first thing I noticed Was the sun on her red hair Turning it to blazing fire As it tumbled Onto the white flesh of her shoulders The pastel shades of her meagre top Struggled to contain the vibrancy of her breasts And her naked midriff tantalized The waistband of her skirt sat on her hips While the white cotton below Encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs A gust of summer breeze Lifted her skirt allowing glimpses of her white thighs Then as she walked The sunlight behind her illuminated her form More than hinting at the delights Contained within the cotton of her skirt My thoughts then turned From her flaming red hair To a burning desire REFLECTED GLORY She sits before the mirror Head inclined Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders Cascading down one side The evening sun shimmering on the fine strands The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back, Naked but for the slender straps of her dress Silently invites my caress Her heady perfume filled the room Invading my senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain The fabric of her dress hugs the wondrous contours I know so well In the mirror her hazel eyes look back at me As she sees me watching her And knowing my thoughts her reflection smiles And at its radiance my heart soars Making me want her I don’t ask why she loves me I just thank god for her For her elegant beauty And for the greater beauty inside This evening I must share her But later she will be mine alone So for now I bath in the reflected glory of her SHE She smiles And I undress her with my eyes She laughs And I’m naked with her She looks at me And my heart pounds She smiles at me And I orgasm I really must get out more SHE WAS ALL TITS AND DIMPLES All tits and dimples in a Short skirt Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt I first noticed her as I was playing pool With her legs crossed to make men drool Looks can be deceptive I would agree But she looked like a working girl to me Everything on display in the window I put down the pool cue and said hello There was no doubt at all she was “easy” And I knew she was offering it to me She wasn’t wearing much to undress But I’d seen enough to want to see the rest However would I have to pay to see? Or would I be getting it for free SPANISH EYES I sat drinking black coffee alone in the cafe I noticed her instantly as she entered powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn towards the striking young woman's beauty, her hair black as a raven's wing caressed the dark skin of her shoulders, its dark lustre framed the simple beauty of her face, which I studied. Firstly her full moist lipped smile, the delicate curve of her nose and finally the depth of her dark brown eyes, she looked back at me holding my gaze, as if reading my thoughts and touching my soul. My eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness of her neck and shoulders until reaching her bountiful breasts where white lace fringed their fullness, her smile broadened and her cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of my loins, she turned away and I continued my journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her firm buttocks like a second skin hugging her contours as I wanted to. As she sat down opposite me my gaze once more returned to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they rearranged themselves within their lacy confines. Then our eyes met again and she smiled knowing my thoughts and revelling in them. She paused and opened her bag and took out a cigarette and holding it in her slender fingers for a moment before placing it between her moist lips envying its intimacy as I lit it I bought her coffee and we talked and laughed drank more coffee talked and laughed some more Although her fine young body gave rise to sighs I was held captive by her Spanish eyes THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY My sister in law Mary though twenty three Suffered from a kind of delinquency She always caused her poor Mum a fuss And then she had to come to live with us For weeks she made our life a hell And managed to scare the cat as well Then one night when my wife was out Mary suddenly began to scream and shout The things she said were quite obscene And I told her how unpleasant she was being Finally my patience with her was finished And I decided that she must be punished I grabbed her and bent her across my knee And smacked her arse one, two, three, She laughed and said “that didn’t hurt” So I held her tight and pulled up her skirt I held her tight bent across my knee And smacked her arse one, two, three, “My Mum’s smacks were harder than yours” So I held her tight and pulled down her drawers I held her still bent across my knee And smacked her bare arse one, two, three, She said nothing and just murmured a sigh Mary was enjoying this as much as I I told her what a naughty girl she had been And she was the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen And held her gently bent across my knee And smacked her bare arse one, two, three, She squirmed and wriggled on my knee Feeling my hard cock against her belly I looked down at her round full cheeks Round and white now with red streaks Red where I had spanked her bare flesh Where I would gladly spank Mary afresh I gently caressed her round full cheeks My fingers stroking the vivid red streaks And I watched her laying across me there As my hands traced the fullness of her From her cheeks to the top of her thigh Then she squirmed and let out another sigh I had decided what I was going to do And I knew that she wanted me to As my fingers explored her inner thigh She tensed and let out an involuntary cry I felt her course hairs on my finger tips Then left her lush bush to find her lips My fingers parted her labia and she moaned My forefinger entered and she groaned I explored her creamy wetness eagerly And worked at her hot pussy rhythmically Each stroke brought another moan from her And rubbing her clit brought yet another Faster and faster and I felt her body spasm As I brought her quickly to an orgasm She purred like a cat as she lay across my lap Then my cock twitched and gave her belly a tap She climbed off my lap without looking at me And bent over the coffee table invitingly I looked at her pussy inviting me to enter I got out my cock and knelt down behind her My hands slid from her buttocks up to her hips And my swollen throbbing cock parted her lips Mary was wet and warm and welcomed me in And she moaned loudly as I broke her hymen I thrust deep into her still holding her hips Then as I got going I fondled her tits Soon her body shuddered in her orgasm And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm When I withdrew from her tight pussy She sighed then turned to look at me She pulled herself up then turned round And sat on the table and looked at the ground I stood up before her with a semi erection And pulled her head toward its direction Her mouth enveloped my cock readily And she went about my shaft eagerly With the rhythm building to a crescendo I was getting close to shooting my load Before I came in her mouth I withdrew She would suck me dry another day I knew I stepped back and told her to undress She did so effortlessly and with finesse When she stood before me with all to see I let go of my cock and made her undress me When we were both naked we caressed And for the very first time we kissed Then employing the coffee table again I lay her on her back to mount a new campaign I fingered her Minge a little to lubricate Then knelt at the tables end to penetrate She eagerly accepted my cock once more As I thrust into the cunt of my sister in law I squeezed her arse and fondled her breasts And I humped and pumped her on her nest Then her body shuddered in her orgasm And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm I drew out my shaft from its wet sheath And stood to look down at her body beneath From her full breasts to her triangle of sable And thought I never liked that coffee table I would never view it in quite the same way After what I did to Mary on it that day After I had spanked her and wanked her And had debagged her and shagged her Before I had her undressed and caressed her Where I was sucked by her before I fucked her My sister in law Mary though twenty three No longer suffers from a kind of delinquency However her behavior leaves me unimpressed And I still tell her that she is the naughtiest And that she only has her self to thank So she pulls down her knickers to get a spank YOU CAN RING MY BELL Do you like making spoons in bed? Or do you do it on all fours like beasts Perhaps in the style of the missionaries Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick? Is she animated when you're at it? Thrashing about a lot Or motionless like a resuscitation doll Maybe you have her with trembling knees against a wall? Mounting her roughly from behind What about the wheelbarrow? Have you tried that position? Maybe bondage or spanking is your thing? Do you play two way family favorites? Kissing the inside of her milky white thigh Before drinking from the velvet cup Does she enjoy performing orally? Is her behavior quite low, morally Base and sluttish Or is she prim and proper Prudish about being rude-ish Maybe it's not what you do but who you do it with Vampish or tarty, dumb or smarty Clear complexioned or spotty Level headed or dotty Intelligently spectacled Scantily clad in edibles What about role playing and dressing up Does she wear uniforms of cotton or serge? And do you dress as a centurion Or a gladiator Do you play doctors and nurses? Or vicars and tarts Master and slave Butler and parlor maid Teacher and pupil Acting out fantasies of filth Do you do it wearing a hat? In German helmet and jack boots Cross dressing perhaps In a pencil skirt or floral dress Leather goods or latex or pace What about toys or sexual aids No let's not go there What about swinging do you fancy that? Arriving in a Porsche and going home in a Passat Does she need to be of a certain physical type? To be of the right dimensions? Or proportions Tall and pencil thin Or perhaps pear shaped or round An hour glass figure Or a stick thin anorexic A particular color eyes Hair, long, short or none at all Blonde, brunette or red Body piercing? A turn on? Or turn off? Tattoo's like wise Do you like your beaver wild or tamed? Does a Brazilian look too much like you need a swipe card? And if it looks like Adolph Hitler's moustache do you care When her breasts are released are they like airbags deploying Or are they small and pert just enough for toying Are you fussy about her appearance? Or is a pulse all she needs Perhaps you're not even that fussy Is she noisy when you're on the nest? Perhaps that's what you like the best Once she's warmed up do you make her bellow? So you have to turn her over and make her bite the pillow? What about location does it matter where it's done Do you like it to be a public place? When she's sitting on your face Do you like it al fresco in the woods or maybe the park Or does a dog sniffing your bum put you off your stroke At someone's party under a pile of coats At the cinema or theatre Out back in a dark alley way In the car? We've all done it there All around the house in the bathroom and on the stair Well you can do it in the hall or on the kitchen table Even on the toilet if she doesn't care It doesn't matter what you do to ring each others bell Or where you ring it bloody hell Just as long as all party's are willing and able That's the best thing of all and the most important And the most exiting when she tells you yes YOU DON’T SEE THAT EVERY DAY A lovely girl in a very short skirt Stood bending over from the waist There was a very startled young boy Sat in full view behind her red faced After she straightened up and left He sat wearing a puzzled expression When I asked the boy if he was okay And what caused such consternation The view of the girl that the boy had He said that she was in no way drab He said that the girl had no knickers And he thought she was hiding a kebab YOU’RE MINE Your size four feet are mine Your slender stockined legs are mine Your firm round buttocks are mine Your unwaxed loins are mine Your smooth flat belly is mine Your manicured nails are mine Your pert young breasts are mine Your brown bobbed hair is mine Your pretty round face is mine Your puppy dog eyes are mine Your turned up nose is mine Your pale pink mouth is mine Your coquettish laugh is mine My heart and soul are yours Publication Date: September 15th 2010 https://www.bookrix.com/-biggus

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Andre Le Bierre Innocent I The Movie Text: The english translation of "Verbotene Lust" All rights reserved. Publication Date: June 16th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-lesbiero

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Pixie Taylor's Pain Chapter 1-midnight nightmare It was closes to midnight when Shawn came into my room. TAYLOR WAKE THE FUCK UP FUCKING SLUT!! My brother screams into my ears. My ears still ringing from him. I look up see him and a group of his friends looking down at with lust in their eyes. Oh NO please let this be a dream.. I thought to myself. Looking from him to the others crowded around my bed. Please Shawn not tonight..I begging him to leave. His fists came down hit right in my mouth causing my lip to bleed. Tears sting under my eyelids taking a deep breath before he grabbed by my neck causing to stand on my feet. I am only 5'2 with long blond hair and deep forest green eyes stared into Shawn's green eyes.I was terrify to see his lustful evil grin . His eyes raked over my slender body. One of the boy told my brother to rip off my t-shirt Lets see those nice bounces Titties. he said laughing. Frozen in fear closing my eyes saying a prayer under my breath. Feeling their eyes on my naked skin causes shivers to down my spine. Opening my eyes to Watching them remove their pants and boxers. Exposing their enormous cocks Shawn finishes ripping off the rest of the tatter clothes off my body. Slamming me back down on the bed. Shawn was the first put his cock inside of me. Vigorously pumping hard inside of me as his dick was per-cumming inside of pussy. He moan out My little slut here is making me hard as rock. I'm going fuck all of her holes he said laughing evilly at his friends causing them to laugh too. I scream out in pain cause Shawn's friend Ethan to slap me across my face. Ethan's cock enters my asshole the pain shot through me as my tears blurred my vision . Shawn, Ethan and Jake take turns fucking me in all of holes . My close my eyes praying to god they will finish soon. I felt hot cum hit my face and breast. Finally over I thought, but I was wrong they starting hitting in my stomach and face. Finally the beating stop they left me in blood and cum I think piss as well. Crawling into the bathroom to the shower. Picking myself off the title floor turning on the water and crawling into the bathtub. I cried my eyes out soaking my body into the warm bath water. Gently falling asleep in the bath. I woke up freeze I didn't realize where I was at first. Standing up slowly walking back into my bedroom straight to my dresser drawer to get fresh panties and a new t-shirt. I put on my clothes then I laid back down on bed letting my tears fall. _-------------------------- Beep Beep I could hear my alarm clock buzzing. I reaching out for it and threw it against my bathroom door. Grrr I got to get up and breakfast for those asshole this morning or it's a beating for me. Mentally ready for a beating by my father this morning but physically I'm not ready for another. My battery and bruised body ached out in severe pain. I push myself up and off my bed. Tears flowing down my cheeks. I wish I was dead and all this worthless life of mine would be over. And no one would miss me I thought. My ribs hurt so much I couldn't even breath very deep. Short light breath ease the pain but not all of it. Walking into the hallway is was a eerie silences creeping slowly around. It made my skin crawl and the hair on back of my neck stand up. Looking towards in the end of the hall at my father closed door then to the right at my brother door it was closed too. I waited for any sounds or movement before stepping out into the hallway quietly but quickly moving down towards in the stairway. I heard a water running in far end bathroom. Someone is taking a Shower. I was on edge not really ready to face those jerk just yet. Quietly walking down stairs also out the door. Little bitch I heard from behind me. Ducking down and out the door before My brother could catch. Running hard down the street towards the park.My sides were on fire I felt very dizzy next i knew I was falling down my eyes rolling in the back of head. Then everything went dark. Chapter 2 - strange places A cool wet rags touches my face. Opening my forest green eyes to see a good looking guy staring down at with a worry look on his face. I tried to speak but my throat was so dry pplease i can have some waterr.. I stuttered I am so embarrassment my face was beet red looking down. Oh here some water go ahead I wouldn't hurt you. said the stranger. i looked up at him and smiled at him. He returned with curled his sexy full lips into sexy grin showing off his perfect pearly white teeth. His chocolate brown eyes bore into mine. As his short dark brown hair slightly moved because of his fan going. His sexy hot prefect six-pack was sweating glistening down towards his flat stomach. I want to kiss those lips I thought slowly.. Wrapping my legs around his waste fucking his brains out. Wow I thought I must truly be a slut? I wondered if what my father and brother say to me daily is true? I didn't realize I was inside of his house in his bedroom. A small bedroom, I was laying down on soft daybed. I looked around the room to see weed posters hanging on the walls and desk with a laptop which was on and open. It had naked girl playing with her pussy with a purple dildo. Quickly looking away before his saw me looking. I was starting to get hot licking my crack dry lips. I think I am okay now and thank you for helping me. I said with a innocent smile shyly looking into his eyes again. I felt myself getting wetter just looking at him. But I couldn't look away from his lazy stare. He simply flash me a small grin. No problem girlie I don't mind helping lovely ladies like yourself when it's needed. One question before I let you go? Yes what is it? I asked little bit curious what he want to know. His face turn so serious before asking where did you get all those bruises on your arm? he looked angry immediately cause me to cringe away from him. I started to crying I couldn't stop tears from falling from my face. Hey I didn't mean to make you cry!! he said quickly trying to comfort me. Places a protective arm around me pulling me closer to his chest. Go ahead and let it out . He whisper in my right ear. I am so sorry I can't tell you I have to go or I will be in big trouble with my father. He probably as my brother looking for me right now. I said quickly to him staring down at cream carpet. He let out a heavy sigh Okay I will take you back to the park. He said with worried look on his handsome face. Oh by the way My name is Damien. Oh how rude of me My name is Taylor I said quietly looking down again. Lets go then he standing up opening his right hand helping me up from the bed. Our skin touch sending small shock waves through my body. Looking up into his eyes again. I could get lost in them forever I thought. His full lips open then close. His warm hand encircle mine loosing some of the intense of my little shoulders. I smiled sweetly at him. something hit me in the back of head from behind me, my vision blurs, At first I couldn't see then I blink rapidly trying to regain my vision. I fell face first on the bed. Crying out in server pain. There stood his sister with small object of something I couldn't make out. I could hear her tiny nagging excusing him that he was hiding me in there without being told. She laughed at him. He moved away from her nasty touch. Kat please just let her go. From what I can tell she is already being abused by someone else. He said heated at her., Making her laugh even more I do not care what has happen to her before me. I am going to keep her a my new pet. And you can't stop me from doing just that. She sneered at him. Her gaze move away from him to someone else in the room now. Mother, Come here please Kat said sweet as sugar. Her mother quickly gracefully walked over to her. Get down on your knees Mother right Now. She screamed or else! Her mother looked down at her daughter and fell to her knees. Damien come over here now please the Kat command him to her feet. She told him to remove his jean and boxer. He looked angrily at her refusing to act. she walked over to me tied up on his bed with my clothes off. She gently started touching my nipples. Playing softly with them at first. her tongue licks and then sucking on erect nipple . Kat's hand was going down to my pussy letting two fingers into my wet waiting pussy lips. She turn back and told to drop them now. his huge boner was bulging in his pant. But still he didn't move a muscle. Mother crawl over there and take those damn thing off of him She screamed again. Finger fucking harder this time. I let a moan escape through my lips. See Damien she already enjoying herself. She said smiling at him. Damien walks over full naked now. His enormous cock was thumping side of my face. willing sucking his huge cock. Letting my tongue roll around his shift. His cock goes deep into throat. Gagging a little but I am okay. Kat is now is face down licking and sucking my wet pussy lips. My moan in pure pleasure. Her Mother had pink strap-on entering it in Kat tiny asshole. She slamming the strap on into her anus causing Kat to eat me out hard. My sweet juices flowed into her mouth. Arching my back to take more Damian's cock into my mouth sucking hard. I could felt him about to cum inside of my mouth. I kept on sucking until he push himself deep in my throat. I feel and taste his hot cum in my mouth I greedy swallow all it up. Smacking my lips together. With a dreamy smile played across my beautiful face. I want more of you I purred like a kitten in heated. Please put your cock in my pussy. And fuck me hard I begged him. He gladly said yes. Kat move out of his way. He lower himself on me. Willing wet pussy lips waiting for his dick to penetration my pussy walls. I could feel him inside of me. His hips and mine moved together in prefect rhythm. I scream out in prefect pleasure. Kat lowered her pussy top of my face. And command me to starting licking and sucking her. I greed replied. moving my finger in and out of her pink pussy . let my tongue tickle the inside of her pussy walls. She was moaning out my name. Oh yes Taylor right there. She singed softly at first. She started to cum in my mouth I tried to push her away. But she force herself back on top of my face. Causing her sweet juices pouring down on my mouth and face. Her mother watched patiently waiting for her turn to join in on fun. Kat got up from where she was walk away from a minute. Her return with with another strap on this was purple. Damien stop for a minute please she purred. He stop looking at her. He wanted to finish with me first. Kat places the strap on, she starts playing with my asshole and pussy. Making my asshole wet enough for her to enter. Pure pain and pleasure went through my whole body causing to cum hard on Damien cock. He grin down at me continuous to fuck me. As Kat was fucking my anus with heated passion. Her mother move closer so I can suck on pink dildo hanging in her front. Before I knew we all was cumming together. I felt so sleepy My eyes closed wrapped between Kat and Damien. We were all sleeping their mother slowly walks out of the room closing the door behind her. Chapter 3 In to deep My cell phone rang over and over again. My head was laying on a soft pair nice tiny mountains of titties. I sigh trying to move over where my phone was. Completely naked my hard nipples ached for more pleasure. Slowly moving closer to my phone. I open it to see my father has called at least a hundredth times. Oh no I am in trouble for sure. Picking up my clothes and heading towards the before looking back at my two new lovers. Farewell I said silently to myself and walk out the door. Throwing my clothes back on as I continued down the long hall. I could heard moans of pleasure leaking out of many rooms has I past by. I thought I was in a whore house. I think I am in one. I scan the hall for away out. There it was moving more quickly to the door. I turned the knob fresh air fulled my lunges. It was around six a clock before I got back home. All the lights were out. I didn't see my brother blue pickup truck in driveway or my father black BMW. I let out little giggle to myself before happily walking into the house. To see the living room completely destroy. I started to clean up the mess. A car door slammed shut, causing me to stop and listening to them talking to each. I couldn't hear what they were saying but they sound drunk and horny. I could hear a lady laughing and my father drunk voice coating her on the dark porch. The front door swung open there stood my father with his assistant falling over him. I continued to stare at him waiting for him to say anything to me. He eyes flash with anger moving away from the drunken slut. Letting her fall on her face. He grab me by my hair pulling me closer to his face. His face whiten with anger. His eyes popped out as he spit at me yelling at me. Where Have you been Little Slut? he screamed at me. I have been calling you and you haven't answer you fucking phone. Answer me girl or you will have hell to pay. I thought before I spoke to him. Daddy I got lost I couldn't find my way back I am sorry daddy please. i said hoping he would buy it. He looked at me back at her. Come here now bitch he told me. My heart was going pitter-patter in my throat. I moved closer to him . He grabbed my arm pulling closer. Laying a kiss on my lips before moving me over where she was standing. Lily stronger perfumes and mix alcohol hit my nose causing my nose winkle. Lily starts moving her soft hands down the front of my shirt and skirt. My panties were wet from her touch. She lend into me kissing my neck and right cheek. Lets take this in my office ladies grabbing my ass. Pulling me along for the ride. Walking into the small office moving quickly towards the couch off to the right walls. I removed my clothing as I watching him sit down behind his desk. Ladies get started I want to see touching and fingering and licking. he command us to start. She finishes removing her laces bra and panties. I stand up walking over to my father desk taking a sip of red wine before heading back towards Lily. Taking her large breast into my warm hands. Slowly licking each one of her nipples. Trailing down with kisses her slender waste line. Sill gently pinching her erect nipples. she moans and cooing at me. I am looking up at her beautiful faced displaying she was in pure pleasure. pushing two of my fingers fucking her tight honey hole, My tongue licks her swollen clitoris. She moan loudly I stop moving towards in the couch. she follows with dreamy look on her face. She grin at me before putting her head between legs licking and sucking my pink pussy. I moan looking at my father who was moving closer to me and lily. His enormous cock was moving violently in my hand. I put my hot mouth near his cock. He pushes his cock into my mouth. I immediately being to suck on it hard. We were going at it for hours. My brother walks in with his new girlfriend. Her eyes popping out of her head. My brother pull out a needle with clear liquid. Putting the needle into her neck. she let out a tiny scream before falling into my brother waiting arms. Chapter 4 Chained Finally walking out of my father office It was after three a.m in the morning. All was quiet through out the house. My sore body made me walk slower. Finally on the last step I look to left and to my right before walking into my room and into my bathroom to take a hot shower. The hot water smooth my aches and pains away from my very bruises body. I was so tried walked towards my bed and fall into the bed instantly asleep. I heard laughter coming from behind I turn to see who is was. They disappear before I could them. Taylor where are you She said giggling. I try to speak but nothing comes out. There she was walking closer to me. My mouth dropped I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Mother I screamed. But she didn't hear or just ignored me. Taylor... sweetheart I know you have been put through a lot in your young life but stay strong my dear daughter. her voice fading away. I starting running towards where I heard her voice I yell out Please don't go I need you mother MOTHER PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!! I cried out to her. Looking around again the scene changes into a dark cold room. With sex toy laid all around. Chains, leash and dog collars hung from the brick wall. I could hear someone being torture from down the hall. I could smell sex all through this room. Walking carefully around towards the light. I saw me being whipping with black long whip. My brother Shawn had the whip whipping my titties, legs and stomach and back. My flesh was bleeding but I only could scream out in pure pain. My eyes were glassy. Tears shone my face. He stops whipping to put six inch dark purple dildo into my anus. And pink one is my pussy. I could hear the Vibrators buzzing in the background. Take this you little bitch whipping me some more. The scene changes again into well lighted room with a soft breeze blowing through the window. Taylor .... said deep sexy voice from behind me. His long arms wrapped themselves around my breast. His hands was playing with my hard nipples. I let out a tiny moan. He pick me up into his arms. Damien mouth greedy touches my lips. His tongue pushing into my mouth tongue fighting with mine. I lend into his body wanting him to take me now. We moved to the bed naked in each other arms. His huge cock enter my wet honey hole. I gasp out for some air Yes Yes harder fuck me harder Damien. Cold water soaked my face my eyes immediately open pushing out my wet hair from my face. I looked up to see my brother watching me closely Before his deep dark voice fulled the room WHO THE IS DAMIEN AND WHEN DID YOU FUCK HIM! FUCKING SLUT WAIT TO DAD FINDS OUT He screams out at me. Pouring down his fists. Hitting me all over my body. The beaten didn't last to long before my father walked in. My father look at brother then at me with disgust in his disapproving gaze. What the hell is all this morning. he growled at us. Shawn turn to him. She is fucking some guy in her sleep calling out his name. I walked in to get my daily blow job. And here is this fucking little bitch talking in her sleep. My father mouth dropped. Who have you been giving my pussy out to And don't you fucking lie to me girl. Or I will beat you until you will not move again. He yelled at me. I was frozen in fear my tears fall down my cheeks. Go get the chains Son he said walking over to my bed. holding me down onto the bed just my brother walked in with the chain and dog collars. Daddy I didn't do anything I don't know a Damien. i can't control my dreams daddy I cried. He dark brown eyes bulging out as he continues to put the collar around my neck and hooking it to chain that is locked on my bed posted. You will not going back to school or leave this house you hear me girl He yelled at me. Shawn take her clothes from the closet. I will take care what she is wearing now he licks his lips. I was so angry with myself for dreaming about him again. This time out loud and looked what is happen to me now. I locked away in my room naked with mid-40 old man raping me over and over until his done with my body. My brother watches him for awhile before joining in on his fun. A hour or so later my father leaves me with Shawn. Who was a sleep wrapping his legs and arms around me. So I couldn't move. I just gave up for now falling into dreamless sleep. Shawn violently kicks at my right side to wake up. I scream out pplease no more I cried to him. He was laughing as his hands moved over my body. Shawn had someone new in the room with us. I could see that someone was behind him. Damien voice fulls my small bedroom. I quickly look at Shawn hoping he didn't see my reaction to Damien. Get up fucking whore put these on now throwing the clothes at me. Taking one more look at Damien and turn around left the room slamming the door shut behind him. Damien Had the keys that went to the lock on the collar. I was happy to see him again. hello Damien nice to see you again I said grinning at him. He didn't return a smile. He looked sad really. That confusion me at no end. Why are you here in my room I asked with whisper. Remember When Kat told you are her new pet. He said sadly to me shaking his head with grief. I let out a heavy sigh. I grabbed his warm hand heading out the door. Chapter 5 - Kat's new pet We walked down the stairs to my fathers office. Taylor come in now and close that damn door. He bellowed at me. Keeping my eyes down looking at my feet as I walked up to his desk. I could feel his cold dark eyes on me. He was watching me not saying anything at first. I didn't Know someone else was in the room at first. I was too scared to breathe more or least look up to see what or who wanted me. Her thin flat voice fulled my ears. Causing me to cringe back. Damn it girl look at her went she is talking to you. He roared. I jump back a few feet. I immediately look at her then at him. Her beautiful face was smooth. She had fake smile glued on her face. Her eyes bore into mine. She clear her throat before speaking to my father without taking her eyes off of me. She will do how much do you want? she purred into his right ear. His dark eyes looked down her shirt to see soft breasts. he licks his dry lips has his eyes moved across her body. He let out a heavy sigh before trying to me. Go to Shawn and get your stuff together girlie. I don't have anymore use for you now get out of my sight.Don't take to long my dear Kat said to me. Her glaze followed me out into the hallway. Shutting the door behind me. I could hear her giggle as my father indulgent in her body. Her moan escape from behind closed office door. I hurry down the hall.Running right into Damien who was at the stairs. His green eyes were also cold as his look. As I fell to the floor. Ouch My head hit the corner of the wall. I quickly standing up and continue towards the stairs. Not looking back at Damien. I didn't want him to see my tears stinging my face as I walk into Shawn room. Wiping away the tears before talking into Shawn bedroom. Shawn was on computer watching porn the usual thing he did after school. I clear my throat to get his attention. Shawn turns around and looked thru me then at me. Your clothes are in the corner by the door. he said turn back to the porn. I pick up my clothes and walk down stairs where Damien and Kat was waiting at foot of the stairs. I didn't bother to look up at them. I just sadly walked out of a house of terrors to another. The driver jump to get the passenger door. Climbing in the black limbo to the fares set. Then Damien and Kat climbed in too. We were off to their mansion. The huge black gate open automatically as the black limousine put up to the front doors. The driver rush out of the driver seat to the left hand side door opens his cold boney hands grabs my wrist pulling me out of the car. The huge red doors opened with a stern looking mid thirties woman in a maid outfit staring down at us. I could feel hatred from her long gazes. The driver pushes me into her waiting arms. I am being bragged around like a rag doll. I am to afraid to speak as tears stings on my white cheeks. She took me up three flights of stairs into the huge attic. Meredith is her name push me to the dusty hardwood floor closing the door behind her. click I heard the door locked up tight in the attic. Stunned by her actions I stared dumbfounded at the door. Not understanding what was happen to me? The Attic My eyes adjust to the dimness of light in breezy cold part of the dusty attic. I am looking around to see what they have up here. I find a few old trunks locked, old oil painted of their family, old couches and other things. It was a huge attic. I also found their sex room with whips and chins and so many different kind of sex toys.. I feel lighted headed so I sat down on the nears chair I could find. Tears starting to fall downs my pale cheeks. What is going to happen to me now? I thought. Who are these people and what are their intends with me. I am so scared I wish my mother was alive ... I thought sadly closing my eyes falling to sleep. Where is She I heard someone shriek coming from the main entrance of the attic. Grinding sleep out of my eyes. I felt icy cold hands grabbed my right shoulder and some guy voice said, I found her on the couch sleeping Kat. He said with a laugh. Quickly looking up to see Handsome short blonde hair and deep baby blue eyes with a hint of mischief in his eyes staring down at me. His smooth acne free face. I saw Kate walking over to us with a anger look on her beautiful face. She was dress in a private school uniform. The skirt was a little bit to short but her long slender elegant legs down to her tiny feet. Kat moves quickly towards us staring at me. Her thin pink lips curve into a sexy smile. I just stare at her lips not wanting to look into her grey blue eyes. Hmm. She clear throat Lets go over there she pointing over towards the whips and chains. Kate grabs my left hand and guides to the dark wooden table in the middle of the small area. I close my eyes took a deep breath before opening them to see Kate's small hands had a long black whip. Her eyes danced with pure amusement from the look on my face. Biting down on my bottom lip nervelessly waiting for her command. The Whip snakes down my back leaving behind dark red marks across my pale white back. Screaming out in pain as I gasp for air. Kat Laugh at my reaction towards the whip. You like that little whore? Do you? she demanded. Yes I said weakly. Say it louder now fucking whore, she said smiling evilly at me. I woke up chained to the wall next several sex toys around me. I quickly looked to the right but she wasn't there. I looked to my left still nothing. I wondered what time it was? When will I be release from the handcuffs and chains. Publication Date: October 25th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-ladypixie

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magicman227 Imagination Explorations You know who you are... =-One... Masturbation... He got up from the computer, after talking with her. She always had this effect on him, her words were like magical honey. His body responded automatically, just the thoughts she sent to him in her words, he would rise. As he strode towards the bathroom, shirt in hand, pj's still on, there was an obvious bulge. The shirt hit the dirty clothes basket, and his pj's started coming off, thinking of her all the while. He lowered the waistband so that just the head was exposed, imagining her on the bed, full breasts with taut nipples, her legs spread so he coule see her glistening lips. As he exposed more of himself, the long shaft rising, he knew she would have her hands on its fullness. The thoughts of her caressing stayed with him as he started the water for his shower, making it just hot enough to think of her under the cascading water. As he found the soap, lathering himself completely, he wished it was her doing this. His soapy hand slid down his body, thumb and forefinger encircling himself. Long slow strokes as he thought of her hands on him, squeezing softly at first. Then the pressure increasing as her fingers wrapped around him, he was stroking harder. The soap making it easy, keeping him hard, his thumb slid to the tip of his cock. Caresses with it spreading the droplets of precum over the head, his juices covering his length, thinking of her wet folds taking him. The scene in his mind went further, she leaning back into him, guiding him to her. Her legs spread, the precum soaked head first caressing her clit, his hands on her hips pulling her to him. He could feel her sliding him up and down her wet outer and inner lips, a soft moan as he thought of her, stroking harder and faster. He cried out as he envisioned the head entering her, slowly, she slid backwards, taking more and more of him. Her lips squeezed his head as he entered, he stroked even more intensely, knowing her wet inner walls would take every inch of him. His knees and hips began a thrusting motion, stroking himself even harder and faster. Just as he reached the point of losing total contol, his load shot out, under the hot shower. His thoughts only of filling her, soaking her inner walls, he cried out, feeling the full joy of her sex. Leaning against the wall, water flowing over him, his thoughts continued to aftershower joys, toweling her dry. Guiding her back to the bed, cuddling her, snuggling her to him, soft kisses letting each other know that more was to follow. Two Bound Your hands are bound behind your back with the red silk scarf, ankles connected but with plenty of room between silken long legs. You look as I approach, not scared, you knew my actions are for pleasure, not pain. Your trust has grown over a long time, I lean down, and kiss your lips, long slowly, my tongue flicking gently over your lips, a soft kiss on your neck. As my tongue makes trails, a kiss, tongue tip, kiss, tongue, kiss. Lower, over your shoulder blades, your blouse undone, one button at a time. Your nipples harden under the confines of your bra, my loving attention, I hear you sigh. I open your blouse completely, unclasping the front hooking bra, my fingertips start at the base of each tender breast, circling, to the top, to your hard nipples. My lips move to them, I squeeze each hard tip, sucking it inside, my tongue lovingly caressing your breasts. Fingertips now move lower, circles over your belly button, ever widening, your black slacks undone, unzipped. I continue making love to your breasts, kissing each sweet nipple, lowering my mouth onto you, taking as much of your breast inside my mouth as I can. Your slacks slide down over your hips, exposing sexy pink thongs, I raise you a bit, sliding the slacks over your ass, caressing you, so firm, so tight. My fingertips touch your thighs, up and down from your knees almost to that sweet point, I circle the pink fabric covering your true pink, not quite touching you there just yet. Your thighs are so tender, I begin to feel your hips grinding under my caresses. Smiling, my lips move from your hard nipples, to your lips, a deep kiss, my tongue inside you, I taste you completely, you feel my need. You almost cry out as I kiss your belly, tongue trails around your belly button, while my fingers slide your pink thongs off, down to join your sexy black slacks. My fingertips move back up your thighs, up the inside of them, opening your legs, my mouth moves down. I take first one side of you sweet outer lips, sucking it inside my mouth, tasting your juices, then the other. Fingertips hold your outer lips open, my tongue goes to the soft inner folds, wet with you, tasting you, sliding up and down, no, not yet touching that special opening, not yet the throbbing hood covered love bud. I position myself between your legs, forcing them wide open, my mouth just above your sweet opening, my hands cradling your sweet ass. My tongue finds your hot wet clit, I take it inside my warm mouth, my lips squeezing it, hands squeezing your ass. I do not stop sucking or licking it until your hips are driving up onto my tongue, then to your inner lips, more kisses, more caresses, finally your tight ring of pleasure, I want you, I suck you, my tongue goes deep inside you. My hands on your ass pull you to me. I make love to you with my tongue, all of you, your hips arch up, the tip of my tongue circles your tight ass, the sweet taint, in and out of your wet opening. I taste you, your juices flowing over my tongue, I want to make you orgasm. I want to taste you, a fingertip teases your wet ass while my tongue drives in and out of you, alternating between your hot wet opening and your hot throbbing clit. YOu taste like honey, your sweet flavors on my tongue, as I swallow you. Again my tongue teases your ass, long slow circles, while my fingers go inside you, first one, searching, caressing your inner walls, slowly in and out of you, then two, finding that special place inside you, I open my fingers, squeezing it, my lips making love to your clit while my fingers work their magic. Yes, yes, I can feel you tighten your muscles on me, I taste your flavors, cum for me, lover. cum, I want you, all of you...... You lie there, your orgasm making you shake a bit, I move to lie beside you. A spoon shape our bodies make, I move my hardness to your bound hands, you stroke me, caressing the tip, sliding the foreskin down, finding that special spot on the head of me. Already hard, you make me even harder, your fingers are magical. I slide it down your body, between sweet ass cheeks, the tip finds your wet vaginal opening, gently I go inside you. Letting all of it inside you, then out to the tip, and again inside, harder strokes this time. My fingertips caressing from your wet clit to your still hard nipples. Tighten on me, lover, take me, I want to make you cum again, I want to feel the release of me inside of you. Your muscles squeeze me as I take you, I pause feeling you tighten on the base of my rod, that makes me even harder, makes the head throb inside you, makes it hot. Yes, back out again, I want this to last, you squeeze the head now, again I ram hard inside you, deep, in and out. I am not lost inside you, a part of you, now I am the one bound, bound by your loving body, your spirit controlling me. Take me, lover, take me, make my body do your bidding. You control the release of my warm wetness inside you, you have me bound to you. I cum inside you at your control, you squeeze every drop from me. We lie together again, your hands and feet now released, my body released after you have taken me. Looking into eyes, yours into mine, mine into yours, no words, no, this is our moment. Let's let it take its time, there is more in the future, more, more....... Three One for the Road The miles kept on going, and going, never seeming to end. This was one of the long runs, three hours plus to get to the destination for the day. Thank goodness the spring weather had made the lady drivers lose the heavy coats, at least the view as they passed him were much more interesting than January and February. The silver Mazda came zipping up beside him, she trying to pass, he just keeping up with the traffic. She had to pause, another idiot driver had forced her to slow down, he glimpsed over, caught a great view of a short red skirt, pretty legs, light blue top. He smiled, thought about those legs, wrapped around him as he imagined making love to her. He knew this was only a momentary thought, as most of his were on the road, passed quick views, nothing further, as they zipped by him. A second quick turn of the head, she was still there, this time, her smile greeted his eyes, he smiled back as she sped away, her way being clear. Oh well, he thought, another road view fantasy, one with long legs, and a pretty smile. Back to focusing on the next stop, his mind let her slip away, at least until after his deliveries today, maybe she could fill that imaginary position in the shower at the hotel this evening. Finally, the deliveries done, he found his favorite hotel chain, another stop till those on tomorrow's plan. They gave him his room key, back to the van, parking in back, the door and elevator awaiting him. As he turned the corner of the building, he noticed the other cars and trucks, was amazed to see the Mazda. It was the same color, same style, as his fantasy lady. His mind returned to the earlier fantasy, now it would be easier to envision. His shoulder burdened with the night bag, daily paperwork, and most importantly, the fresh cup of hot coffee, he made his way to the elevator. Getting off on the third floor, he noted where the snacks and ice were, found his room, and let the baggage hit the spare bed. Shaking off some of the miles as he entered the bathroom, the hot cloth on the face and neck worked their release. There were some decent restaurants nearby, it was early enough to catch a good meal, and maybe the blues band was playing like his last visit. Damn, they were great, hit some great notes and the bartender knew how to make a good white russian. Exiting in his jeans and blue chambray shirt, feeling comfy, he made his way towards the elevator. "ding", it announced there was a stop on the second floor before his dinner ride. As the door opened, the first thing he saw were her sexy classy shoes, up the tight jeans covered legs, a tight low cut red top, the whole package topped with a beautiful smile, sparkling green eyes and red hair. It was his mazda lady, her hello melted him. He spoke, saying what a pleasant surprise this was, she smiled again, said yes, it was. They decided that this required dinner together, it was her first time in Roanoke. She gave him the keys to her car, said, you drive, darling, I put myself in your hands this evening. He leaned towards her, she towards him, a first time hello kiss, soft, tender lips connecting for the first time, hints of much warmer passion within them both. He steered the powerful car to the Market Square, a special place in mind. The blues had been great before, the food excellent, the waiters attentive but discreet. He smiled again as they parked the car, another soft kiss, hints of what could be. His luck had held, the band was great, and there was a corner table in the semi darkness of the restaurant. The waiter appeared and took their drink orders, his white russian was smooth, her blue motorcycle looked potent. Smiling they watched the band, enjoying each others company, the drinks relaxing them quite nicely. He leaned over asking her to dance, she smiled back, a quick kiss and to the floor they went. Her lithe body next to his, she moved smooth as silk to the sultry tunes of the band, her hips grinding into him. After the song was over, back to the table, in the darkness, a longer kiss before taking their seats, her hand rested in his lap, his in hers. The caresses began, her hand sliding up and down his thighs, his hand sliding up and down hers. She did not stop his fingers from undoing her jeans button and unzipping them, arched her hips so he could spread them under the table. The waiter returned to take the order for the meal, his eyes seeing that discretion would be appreciated at this table. When the waiter had left, she rolled her hips towards him so fingers could slide up and down her thighs and belly. Her head rested on his shoulder, lips kissing his neck as his fingers worked their magic. She moaned softly as his fingertip slid inside her wet vaginal lips, tenderly up and down her wet fold. Her hand moved to his belt, undoing it, then his jeans button, finally the zipper. As his fingertip moved to her pulsing clitoris, a long moan escaped, she was getting soaking wet under his touch. Her hand on his hardness was working too, the tip was dripping precum, she took a wet finger to her lips, sucked it inside while he watched. He responded with a gentle squeeze of her clit, and a fingertip inside her, her hips moving taking it deeper. She made him moan with a squeeze of the base of his cock, and a caress of his balls. They continued this love teasing till the food arrived, both of them pausing for a bathroom break, then meeting again at the table. His luck was holding, the meal was fantastic, she expressed her pleasure with a kiss. Afterwards, the table empty of their dishes, another drink delivered, discreet waiter gone, she leaned over, asked him to stretch out under the table, his ass on the edge of his chair. He complied, her fingers slid to his belt again, the button and zipper again, she released his hardness from its confines. Her fingers held a surprise for him, as he felt the silk of her panties cover his throbbing head. She stroked him up and down, slowly teasing him, first caressing its length, then squeezing it, driving him crazy with kisses on his neck, almost taking him to the brink. She was getting equally turned on, her nipples were showing hard through the tight top. They made a quick exit after paying the tab, leaving the discreet waiter a generous tip, and a pair of damp panties. The car offered a continuation of the love teases, her jeans and top were off in a flash, she grabbed him, kissing him hard, tongue thrusting deep inside his mouth. She pushed his lips to her now freed breasts, moaning as his lips kissed them, whimpering as he kissed her nipples, his lips squeezing them as his tongue caressed the hard tips. Her legs opened as she took his fingers to waiting lips, hips moving taking his finger inside her. She pushed him lower, to her belly, cried out as he nibbled and kissed around her belly button. Begging for more, her hips thrusts upwards as his lips found her vaginal lips, wet, juicy from her love, he took each side inside his mouth, tongue licking her. She moaned long and soft as her orgasm took her, his tongue finding her clit, then inside her, making her cover him with her sweet flavors. Laying back, enjoying the feeling, smiling as his lips licked her, making it last a bit longer. Smiling as her jeans slid back up her beautiful legs, she said hurry back to the hotel, your turn is coming. She lived up to her promise, just barely restraining herself in the elevator. Her room opened, the door closed, he took off her jeans and top, carried her to the bed. He stripped off his jeans and shirt, naked he came to her, his hardness visibly throbbing. Her hands reached for him, stroking him, slowly at first from the base to the head. Moving her lips closer, she caressed his balls and thighs, bringing him to the bed, on his back, she moved between his legs, opening him wide. Lips covered his head, tongue circling it, hands stroking him, she made it even harder. A circle of her thumb and finger squeezed his base, his throbbing increased, she took more of him into her mouth. One hand of hers to her wet folds, she made it dripping wet, slid it to his tight ass, caressed around it. Just as she took all of him into her mouth, her finger went inside him, deep, wet, his hips rose to meet the thrust. Lips back to the tip of his cock, her tongue licking his precum, not yet wanting to allow his release, she had other plans for that. Loving his cock up and down, time and again bringing him to the edge, finger deep inside him, he was crying out to her, moaning her name. Finally, she rose, straddling him, moving her dripping wet lips over his head. Guiding it to her, she took the head inside squeezing it with her tight lips, stroking him with her hand still, squeezing the base. His hips responded, sliding it deeper inside her, feeling her walls tighten. His fingertips stroked her clit as she rode him, leaning up, he kissed her breasts. She squeezed harder, stroking him now with her inner walls, riding him, taking him deeper. Their bodies moved as one, together moving in the motions of love, orgasms so close. They came together, she soaked him in her juices, his hot juices coating her inner folds. She sucked every drop from him, he gave it all willingly, their sighs of love filled the room. The scent of them was a love perfume, sweet powerful flavor. They lay together, her lips still holding him inside her, knowing this was for this one night. Publication Date: July 31st 2010 https://www.bookrix.com/-magicman227

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Stephen Sanchez The Cheat The Cheat Feburary 4th, 2016    Late the night 30 to midnight, A man named kalaerio took a girl home, as they went to the bedroom she whispers "let your balls drop in my mouth" he replies with " oh, ill put more than just my balls in your mouth" as they crawl on the bed she slowly rubs his erotic dick up and down, she slowly lets his balls savor in her mouth, she slowly pulls down her pants as he sticks his long erotic penis in her as she softly moans and it gets louder and louder, she screams "harder daddy, harder" he says if i do you want be able to walk for a week" as they slow down she puts his  penis in to her mouth as it drips with cum in to her mouth, as she swallows as much as she possibly can bear then they pass out towards 2 am and that was the end of the night.   Feburary 5th, 2016 75 Devenish Rd, Kimmage, Dublin 12, Ireland     Kalaireo Wakes up early the moring after a late night at the local pub, he realizes there is a strange girl lying next to him, he said to him self "damn, i must of brought her home last night form the pub" he slowly realizes she and him were fully naked. He attempts to wake her up, She softly moans and mumbles something under her lip " oh, last night was fun" she said as if she remembered. he takes her phone trying to remember her name and he says "valeire i dont want you to think that this means anything, this was just a one night thing" She replies " ok we were just drunk at the local pub, this means absloutly nothing" as she gets up and puts her clothes on and walks out the door.     Later that day around noon, Kalaireo Gets dressed and leaves to go to work, he talkes to him self saying " man, should i drive the BMW or the Lambo today"  as he enters the BMW. He drives to work which is an hour away from home. As he drives to work he realizes that the person he sleep with was his girlfriends sister, Which is also his boss. As he walks to his desk, he gets called up to His bosses office, He walks into her office and starts with " Hey, Valerie How are you?" She Replies with a soft " Im doing okay, but you know why your here" He replies " yeah, look nobody needs to know about this, especially your sister" as we walks out her office and moves on with his day.   After a long day of work finnaly kalaireo is home as he walks in his house, his girlfriend slaps him across the face and starts yelling" Wtf, whose panties are these, i cant belive you cheating on me after everything we have been through" He quickly replies " babe, you werent supposed to find thoose that was part of you Aniversery gift, here let me go get the rest of it and i can make up for me leaving it out" she replies with " oh, ok um sorry i slapped you babe, but come home soon i feeling a little horny" as he quickly leaves the house to get a matching bra and go to the local washer and dryer. Valerie walks through the door, rylie quickly responds "what are you doing her" valerie responds saying " oh i just wanted to check up on my little sister to see how shes doing" as she winks at kalaireo. Rylie sees the winking and blurts out " ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME YOU HAD SEX WITH MY SISTER" as she punches her on sister in the face, valerie tries to defender her self put her little sister is a little too strong for her so kalaireo had to break up the fight and told them both to calm down. Valerie responds with " oh, I NEED TO CALM DOWN, OH FUCK NO" Valerie quickly grabs the gun on the table and shoots rylie in the head, she grabs kalaireo and tells him "lets go upstairs baby, she didnt deserve you anyway, then they have another "fun night" if you catch me grip.   The end Text: Stephen Sanchez Images: Google Editing: Stephen Sanchez Translation: Stephen Sanchez All rights reserved. Publication Date: February 8th 2016 https://www.bookrix.com/-ws7b456c5e6e065

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folk s what we should do in LOVE DEEP LOVE this book is specially written for those people how to love very deeply to someone. and immense desire of sex.so I hope erotic people surely like book.this book also increases your passion for romance and sex. HOW BECOME MORE SEXY LOOK some girls are not so beautiful but they wear sexy dresses like they show her boobs, net type, shots and so on.the second is makeup play an important role to become erotic and sexy. dark lipsticks can vagary your epicurean and when they show more underarm and thies then guys more vigour.extraordinary girls stubby light skirts and dark intimate apparel so those things have girls much erotic and those show her bra belly and garter belt then boy want anything to get her and drop her clothes. Publication Date: February 24th 2016 https://www.bookrix.com/-shc680ff54d9c65

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Chere Love She Got Me Dedicated to myself since nobody loves me :( ....... Just kidding at least my baby Levi loves me. Dedicated to you. Love you buddy. Also, to Jeremiah! Hey bae! Chapter 1 Kamari P.O.V   "Mommy get up! Get up! Wake Up! Momma wake up! You're going to be ok, just get up!" I screamed. "Leave her alone! This is grown folks business! Get the hell out!" he yelled at me. He pushed me out and locked the door. I put my back against the door and slid to the floor. More and more belt lashes sounded. I put my knees to my chest and rocked back and forth. Finally, a gun shot went off. I put my head down as I started to feel suffocated. More fired off, rounds, and rounds sprayed as a screamed. I gasped for air as I sat up in my bed. I was drenched in sweat, my hair was frizzy, and I think I even peed on myself. "Shit!" I cursed to myself. I quickly got up. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. "Ughhhh". I let out a frustrated sigh.  It's the dream of how my mother died. She had just came home from work. All excited and bubbly. I already knew what it was. She was pregnant. Long story short before I get emotional, he claimed it wasn't his, she claimed it was and he killed her. I was six years old, bouncing in and out of Foster Care and group homes. Raped and beaten in almost every home. By the time I was 17 I had been either raped or beaten roughly 375 times. I got up only to be brought back down by my stomach. Once I was finished throwing up I cleaned my bathroom and changed the sheets on my bed. I am 23 now, and today is moving day. Well, not really moving day but running away/leaving my abusive boyfriend day. Here was the plan, Javen leaves for work a 7:00 a.m. everyday and comes home at 5:00 p.m. sharp everyday. It's 7:15 and my plane leaves at 10:03 a.m. Because I'm running away I haven't packed for the move. I paid for extra bags (cause I got money like that) to put all of my stuff in. I cleaned the house and then I started with my clothes. I picked out a pair of black leggings and my grey and black Mickey sweatshirt. I pulled my black bralette set with a pair of mix matched socks to put under my grey Bailey Bow Uggs. I put my disney hat on the desk along with my Givenchy black purse. I packed it with my Ipad, headphones, charger, toiletries, inhaler, medicine, and hygiene. Now lets start packing I need to be out of here by 8:00. I packed my clothes and my shoes first, then I moved on to my jewelries and purses. I finished up with my hair care and hygienes. I had my car shipped out their yesterday so I'll have to call an Uber. It'll be here in 45 minutes! That's the longest I've ever waited for an Uber! At least it gave me time to get showered and make up the bed. I got in the shower and washed my body and my hair. I stepped out hit that hygiene routine and slipped into my clothes. By the time I was finished I had 10 minutes to spare so I rotated the laundry and took some chicken out for him to cook tonight ;). His note was already on the nightstand and I had all my bags downstairs. I grabbed my snacks and locked the door.      It's 8:30 and I'm running a little behind. The first stop was the Sprint store. It was time for an upgrade and I needed too change my number. I thought this all the way out. I left my old phone at the house, deleted any text messages, pictures, and and calls. I wiped the memory off and cleaned my fingerprints on the phone (because he could have my fingerprints traced and reported as missing and then they could track me to my new home in Atlanta). The police has all the information so as I put in the letter "If you coming looking for me you will have to go to the Police Headquarters, report me as missing and they will arrest you onsight and you will be charged with rape, and domestic violence, so don't try me. And even if you don't I'm out the country so look for me all you want." I traded my phone for the iPhone 7 Plus Jet Black, changed my number, made sure that no-one could get in contact with me, took myself off his plan, payed the bill for over 6 months, and restricted my information. It's now 8:45 and I'm pushing it. I lost 5 minutes waiting on the Uber and made it to the shop right at 9:00 a.m. She knew what was going on and she quickly dyed my hair brown. As I sat under the dryer other women did my eyebrows, eylashes, and filled my nails in. I made sure to call the Uber as soon as I came from under the dryer. After I finished he was pulling up. I quickly loaded everything in the car. Said my goodbyes and headed to the airport. Arriving at 9:45 and checking in by 9:55. I was in line syncing everything back over to my new phone and boarding the plane. In almost no time everyone was seated and settled in. I was jittery imagining things like him stopping the plane but I'd been so careful. I told the ladies in the shop I was moving to Jamaica. I calmed down as I felt the plane move off the runway and into the air. I was happy that we were now floating above the clouds. I will truly miss Louisiana, it's all I've ever known but it's time to leave and I am ready for it. "Attention passengers we will now allow all tablets and laptops to be out we have 1 hour and 30 minuets till we reach Atlanta." the pilot stated over the intercom. I relaxed in my chair and turned on some music. I turned on my tablet to finish up some last minute home decor shopping. I already bought a house and my brother went by everyday to pick up packages and put them together. We facetime so I could tell him where to put things. I finished up an closed my eyes.      Chapter 2  Carter P.O.V   "Nigga come the hell on!" I shouted as I waited for Marshawn. "Nigga if it ain't right she gon' flip so you can wait." he yelled from one of the rooms upstais. "Uggggh! Who are you doing this for anyway? I know this ain't for no broad!" I replied. He appeared at the top of the stairs. "Aye man, this for my sister. She'll be here in about 2 hours, so you needa bring yo impatient ass on up these god damn stairs and help me put this dresser up. Cause if she knock you ass out it's on you." I scoffed. "Yeah whatever." I said walking up the stairs. I went in the room to find this nigga putting drawers in the dresser. "You had me walk upstairs and all you doing is putting dressers in?" I said. he got me fucked up. "Nigga shutup, I have to move it to the other side and you are going to put this mirror up on the wall in front of it." I looked around in the room. There were pictures of Muhammed Ali on the walls, and everything was put in the right place. The wall where the bed was had a pastel color of purple, blue, white, and pink. All her other walls were grey. Her bed was a queen silver and tealish set. It all kind of flowed together.  "Aye she just texted me that she was here." Shawn said. "I thought you said two hours?" I said confused. "Well I guess not, can you pick her up while I finish this up?" He asked. "Yea, I'll be back." I said. I grabbed my phone and the keys and left. As I was driving towards the airport I started thinking, is she cute? Why is she just now moving here? Why she by herself? Where is she from? How come her brother been living here going on 9 years? How old is she? I pulled up and let him know that I was here and to tell her. A short and I mean short girl came out with at least 9 suitcases. That must have been her. I quickly helped her with all her bags into the car. She held her head down so I couldn't really get a good look at her. Once we were finished she finally looked up and there stood the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She was a short light brown skinned, grey eyed, thick as fuck, curly haired masterpeice. Her nose was the right size and her lips, them looked classy, cute, and kissable, yet they looked like they gave best head ever. Ion even think I mentioned that ass, I mean that shit is leathal. I felt an immdieate hard on looking at her.  Kamari P.O.V.   He is fine as hellllllll. I mean like he is fiiiiiine! He looked to be about 6'4. Too damn tall. Since I was 4'9 he was like a giant. He kept staring at me so I flashed a smile and said "Creep!". He woke out his trance. "My bad Chere, you just fine as hell." He said making me blush. "Chere? You ain't from here?" I questioned. I used my full accent and that caught his attention. "LSU or LSUS?"he asked. "LSUS, why chu kno me?" I asked, using my full accent again. It felt so good to talk normal again. Practicing proper language was so hard. I relaxed and took full inventory of his body. Nice brown skin, almost black eyes, pink-brown lips, and amazing body. He looked fresh to death in his gray hoodie, and dark jeans. He wore black and grey frames to match. His hair was freshly twisted out with a post week haircut. Oh I knew men well. Too well. He was a quiet, but not shallow man. His monster sized dick was making a print in his jeans. Lord all mighty he was fine!! Me being the freaky person I am licked my lips and went around him. Walking towards the car my purse really did fall, so I "bent" over to get it. I hopped in the truck (Driver's seat, my name ain't daisy the fuck). He got in and looked at me with confused looks. "What, you thought you was going to drive to my house? Ion even know cho gotdang name bruh!" I said. He laughed. I put in the address on Google Maps, started up the car and drove off. Pulling up at the stoplight he took a video on Snapchat. "This girl... gone tell me I can't drive to her house and she don't even know where she going!". "Shutup add me @smartistabeauty." I smiled and posed. We took more and more videos and pictures. He finally settled pulling up at my house with one last picture.    Chapter 3 Kamari P.O.V.   I picked a beautiful house!!!! Everytime I see it it's just amazing to know that it's mine.  I raced up tot the door only to have to run back to the car so I could get my purse. "Move out the way wit cho' big bodied muscle sized self!", I said. "Girl if you dont' get yo big headed ass on somewhere, I'm tryna get your stuff out my car." he replied. I rolled my eyes. Freak thought #2. I shrugged my sholders and climbed over him and straddled the middle backseat, slowly I reached for my purse behind the driver's seat. I grabbed it and flipped over on my back and sat up slowly. He dropped the bag and lowered me down easily but rough. "Keep fucking around. You startin' something you can't finish." Freak thought #3. "Oh I can finish it, but can you handle it is the question.", I said all extra sexy. I slowly flipped us over, so we wouldn't fall and I straddled him....... hard. I went in and he slowly rocked his dick back and forth. This felt wonderful, but it was also hard maintaining a tough position. Right when we started going in, his phone started ringing. Perfect oppourtunity to tease. Freak thought #4 I slid off and bent down slowly picked up my backpack, and bit my bottom lip while pulling one of my suitcases. I sashayed up the little walkway. I unzipped my purse and got my keys. I quickly unlocked the door and dropped my purse.    It was beautiful, the sitting room that I'll probably never use was gorgeous!!! I loved the dark beams heading my ceiling and the chandiler was perfect. I went into the kitchen and my jaw dropped.  There was plenty of space for me to throwdown in here!! It was the most wonderful thing ever. (Keep in mind I haven't seen my house in 8 months so I kind of forgot what it looks like. I ran up my beautiful marble stairs. I slowed down and got confused as fuck. As I walked closer I heard moaning. " MARSHAWN!!". she yelled. I can't believe this nigga was fucking in my house. It's ok, I had a plan. I took my phone out and opened Snapchat. I took a deep breath and walked in. "SOOOO THIS NIGGA IS FUCKING THIS BROAD IN MY BRAND NEW HOUSE I JUST MOVED IN TODAY!! ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY? NO! OH OK." I yelled. I closed the door. I posted and counted to 20. My anger was on 12 and I didn't want her to come out. I walked in and this bitch was putting her shoes on. "Where the hell you think you going. You wasn't going nowhere when you was fucking my brother in my house." I said. I was heating up. "Look bitch, I'm sorry I fucked him in ya house but ya ain't finna come up in here and disrepect me and shit. I just needed some di- SLAP". I smacked her dead in the face. I then grabbed her weave (which was in tight, I needa figure out who did that!!) and threw on the bed. I got on top of her and went in on her. Punching, scratching, spitting, pretty soon I blacked out and she came out and I couldn't see anything but red. After about a couple of minutes somebody came and pulled me off. Thank god for that cause my body started trembling meaning my MS was taking effect. I was thrown on a bed and I couldn't breathe. I started to feel suffocated and like my throat had been smashed by a 8 pound wieght. I started weeping like a mother who had lost his child. Dammn you AB blood. My ears started popping. I was pitching in and out. Finally I felt like I could breathe. My body was stablizing. My vision was clearing. I looked up to see Carter holding my inhaler looking scared as fuck. I smiled and removed the inhaler. I started to speak but he cut me off. "Don't you ever in your life leave me like that again. I almost thought you were dying. I can't deal with that. You can't scare me like that.". I cried. I cried as he held me.    Chapter 4 Karmari P.O.V.   "Are you gonna tell me what's wrong? Why you started trembling and shit? Why your eyes was wide open and you couldn't see anything? I'll tell you mine.". He asked. I took a deep breath. I told him about my mom. I told him how I felt. I told him how my name used to be Kenjinae or Kenji for short. "When I was bouncing in and out of foster care after my moms died, I ain't have any guidance. I did a lot of bad things. I was alone. By the time I was 16 I had been arrested 6 times. When I got my sentence for my third courtcase somebody in Juvie told me she'd be there for me. She was just like me. Only she'd been in here since she was 12, and was 18. On my very last night we made a pact: that I'd never be back in Juvie, that I'd change my name, and that I'd go to college. In exchange when she left she would do the same. She was killed the next morning. Somebody shanked her with a sharpened razor. I was heartbroken, I felt defeated. But I made a promise, so I kept it. When I turned 18 I went to LSUS, I changed my name to Kamari and I've been away from Juvie ever since. One day on campus my abusive ex boyfriend was yelling at me for not finishing his anthropolgy notes and kneed me. I feel and hit my skull hard. Lucky, no fractures came about but it made my already worseining MS bad. After that I tried to leave, only that didn't work and I ended up moving in. One day he was having one of his hit fits and punched me in my chest. Because I'm so little he broke my rib cage. Peices of my old ribs are still impending my lungs. Right now I have a metal upper rib cage but in about 8 months I 'll be back on regular asthma inhalers. Which means in 8 months I can finally breathe again." I confessed. I was blubbering now but I didn't care. All that bottles up for 3 years was a lot of weight. He pulled me in close and tight, but not really tight because I guess he felt scared. "I'm going blind." he mumbled. I paused. I released my self slowly. I looked up at him and removed his glasses. He broke. It was my turn to hold him. Although I just met him he had become closer than me and my own brother. Nothing can replace my brother, but after that shit he pulled today ION KNOW!! He calmed down enough to look at me. "I need you. You need me. Let's get together and go be free. Go find a house up in the woods cause can't nobody care about like I could. Would you be up for that?" He asked. I was beyond stunned. First I ain't know he could sing and then to take the Barney song..... Beyond Childish. I smiled. F.T (Freaky thought) #5: "I'm up for anything with you. As long as you come take a bath with me." I winked. I walked in to the bathroom taking off my shirt. I turned on the bath the water, and unpacked my clothes. Carter took out my shoes and put them up. I got the towels from the linen closet I had Marshawn put together and grabbed the warm vanilla sugar and peeled off the rest of my clothes. I eased in the tub and felt my muscle relax. Then his childish ass gone jump in splashing water everywhere on the sides. "Nigga cho ass cleaning that shit up." I said in between laughs. "You just make sure you ready when we get out this dammn tub." he said. Lord he turns me on. F.T. #6. "I'm ready now," I said. I slowy rised up but he quickly brought me back down. "You keep doing all that freaky shit and I'ma fuck around and have to cuff you. Cause that ass gon have you on lockdown." he said in all seirousness. "Maybe I want you to cuff me. Mabye I want you to put me on lockdown." I said. I got up but was pulled down again. He kissed me. Nice and slow at first. Thank god he sped up cause I was getting emotional. He rubbed on my back and massaged my ass with the softest hands I ever felt. He then picked me up and placed me on his dick which was at full attention. After a few minutes of that heated make out session he broke away. "Girl your lips taste good as fuck. F.T. #7 "That's only the begining of what taste good."  I made it out the tub without him pulling me down this time and dried my body off. I lotioned back up and put on a lace red and black bralette set. I took out my just put away duffle bag and threw a buch of basketball shorts, camis, socks, underwear, windbreakers, and sweatpants in there. I slipped my black and whit huaraches in and all of my tolietries, hygiene, and medicine in there. I then put on some ripped light washed jeans, my red high top converse, and My gray and red Harvard sweatshirt. "It's some clothes in the guest room, hurry up I need to go pick up my car!" I yelled. I was all packed for however long we was leaving for. He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Girl don't ru- dammmm how youready to go? "he questioned. "Boy shutup. Let's go to the Carribean." I said. "My credit card is in my pocket, you get the plane tickets and the hotel and I'ma be ready in like 7 minutes. "Ok." I can't believe he was willing to just drop everything and go to the Carribean with me. I did as he said and paid for the flight (which the next one was 4 hours) and paid for the hotel. He came looking mighty fine in some black and white basketball shorts, a white shirt, and his 12's which he already had on. I grabbed my bag and closed my room door. I then locked up the house and headed to the dealership. After I got my Jeep we grabbed some Mary Mack's and went to his house. It was gorgeous but not like mine. It was dirty. We ate he packed his clothes and we left. Off to the Carribean. Chapter 5 Kamari P.O.V.    Three months and 483 freaky thoughts later, we were now in Jamacia boarding a plane back to Atlanta. It was wonderful. He has become my everything, he has made me commited to him. All the men in the world couldn't take me from him. My new boyfriend Carter was a fine ass basketball player for the Atlanta Hawks (#5/ Not Really), and a really great father. His daughter is 6 years old and her name is Kehlani named after the singer. She is the cuetest little girl I've ever seen.  She was definetly his daughter in her sarcastic and childish ways. For her to be 6 she is really smart. I get to facetime her before she goes to bed and I cannot wait 'till I get home to meet her. The only downside to this beautiful beautiful trip is her mother, Shay. Shay is an overprotective, hover, abusive, and verbualy damaging woman. She doesn't let her go outside because she might get stung by a bee or eat french fries because she "might" have an allergic reaction to peanut butter! Thankfully when we get back she's going to come stay with him for the summer. Our birthday's are on the same day (July 7) so I know we have a special connection. Only her mom doesn't believe in having a relationship with me. Because I'm a pro boxer she thinks I might get mad and hit her, but you beat her because she spilled chocolate milk on the carpet? I'm confused as fuck but we'll see.    Carter P.O.V.   I think I might be in love. I've never seen such a beautiful, committed, hard loving woman before. And show she loves my kid. To drop everything and leave with me. To let me tattoo her on her collarbone. (I know it was already there in the picture ignore that.) To be there for me. Ain't nobody in the world like her. So, I think I;m in love with my girlfriend of two weeks. I've told her everything. She told me her heart. We connected in ways undescribable. It's one thing to truly love a person. But for a person to truly love you back even with a child is unheard of. I think I might love Kamari Lee Jackson.  Not A Chapter  Y'all I feel ashamed of myslef:( I that last chapter had all types typos, and it was like 60 words. I read my book and was like what the hell is going on here? Plus, I'm in a relationship and we hardly ever talk. My old boyfriend cheated on me after we had some freaky thoughts ;). And my dad's going blind. I needed a break. But I'm back we gon' get through this and I'ma finish this book. The goal is at least 45 chaps. Pray for me.  Stay cute.   P.S.- The next chapter jumps like 3 moths ahead.  Chapter 6 Carter P.O.V. "You should come get another tattoo with me." she said. Dammn I gotta be in love now. "Alright where you gettin' it at?" I replied. "I think on my arm and my finger and wrist, and I'm thinking about cutting my hair." she said. "What? Hell no you ain't cutting my beautiful Chere's hair." I said standing up to grab my keys. "Boy hush and let's go." she blushed. We went to the tattoo parlor first. She got Hakuna Matata on the inside of her finger, some kind of indian henna on the front of her fingers and her hand, a hawaiian flower going down the begininng of her forearm, and two litte flowers on the back of her wrist. Meanwhile, all I got was a angel on my bicep. She was just getting tattoos for fun, no reason at all just because.  She wasn't playin when she wanted to get her hair dyed. My girl's beautiful, brown, curly hair now had a vibrant pink shade.  "I can't believe you did all that today. How you gon begin boxing with all those on your hand." I askes. "Boxing for me don't start till' you start. I don't wanna be lonely while you at practice and shit so whenever you start I will." she replied. Aww my Mookie ain't tryna be alone. TBH I ain't even tryna leave her to go on games. She really got my heart. An I know we only been together for like 3 months but what happened when we was traveling the Carribean,............... I'll just say she is way freakier than I thought. We were currently laying down in my bed trying to figure out what we were gonna eat while playin in each other's hair. "Babe, I want Five Guys." she pouted. I'm not gon lie it sound good as hell, and she look sexy af when she pouting so why I was denyin that I wanted it? It's simple, when she pouts she likes to get freaky. A nigga ain't had none since we got back from Aruba and we been back for like 3 months. That shit grammy winner good. Here it comes I can see it in her face. "Babe-bey I'mma cry. All I want is a Little Bacon Cheeseburger everything except mushrooms and jalepeneos. With a regular cajun fry and a chocolate milkshake."she said biting her lip. Now on the inside I'm exicited as hell but on the out I'm stubborn and kinda blunt. "If you want it you get it, I want Chipotle." I said. "Fine!" she shouted. She got up put her shoes on, grabbed her purse and walked out the room. Yes! If she got it herself she would be mad when she came home. Then of course I would make it up to her and we'd fuck. Aren't I smart!    It's been an hour and she still ain't back. I'm starting get worried. I've called her at least 8 times. I got up and put on a red Nike sweatshirt and my red and black slides. I grabbed my phone and my keys.    Driving to Five Guys was having me in a nervous wreck. Not even 7 minutes away from it I see it. Her truck in fiery flames, flipped over in between both sides of the highway. Not A Chapter  I'm thinking that my chapters not me reach a 1000 words like they used to sooooo... would u be ok with that? Chapter 7 Carter P.O.V.   I quickly got out my car. I left my keys in door wide open, I didn't care my baby just got into a wreck. I heard shrieks of help and everybody just kept driving like ain't see that shit. Everybody keep fucking driving like they don't here my girl fucking screaming. I dialed 911 as I approached the car. I heard more screaming and yelling but not like she was on fire, like somebody was there already. I walked around to the other side of car. "911 what's your emergency?"   "Yes my...... wife got into an accident and the car is on fire I'm pulling her out in just a se- RICO WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU DOIN"? Police Lady you gon have to hold on we on I-75 southbound. I dropped my phone and charged Rico. He pulled a gun.  "Is this the broad you been skipping practice, and not answering phone calls for? This the girl Shay keep calling me for. How dare you leave Shay for this this piece of trash." he spat. He began punching her as I charged him. She had already blacked out now he was trying to kill her. I tackled him and wrestled him to the ground. Punch after punch until the police came. "Who in the damn hell do you think you are - punch, punch, wrecking my girl's whip, punch punch, beating her, punch punch, and pulling a gun out on me!?" I screamed. I let up. I quickly realized that my ............ wife was laying helplessly on the floor. I quickly charged towards her, picking her fragile body up and seeing her face bashed in was back breaker as my legs gave out. I've never anything so beautiful and then so beat up.      At the Hosipital   Sitting, in the uncomfortable ass chair, staring at the ceiling, looking to god for answers. It's been 2 days. She doesn't want to see me yet. She's carrying my child. I think I realized that I don't want to live without her. When she told me about her life I thought I had problems. She's a broken child and I don't know what have to do to fix it but I will. Kamari Lee Jackson, my project, my future wife, my lover. A doctor came out and gave me her status.   A broken collarbone   Crumpled fingers   Mild concussion   Thank God there was nothing serious about her condition that she can't box. Her number one focus is getting back in the ring. Damn, it never really hit me that she is carrying my child. She already said that she wanted to name her first kid Kashmere cause when he grow up he gon say "His name is Kashmere because he make the Kash comere". I cracked up but she was dead serious. Everything about her is my favorite part. They way she can drink 2 bottles of grey goose and still not be sloppy drunk, the way she moves, they way her eyes twinkle, the way she thinks if she turns me on she can get what she wants. I know everything about her. Her favorite song is Tore Up- Kehlani, her favorite singer is Bryson Tiller. Her favorite thing to do is be freaky. She listens to Chance the Rapper at least 8 times a day. And she is broken. That's my favortie part specifically. She's broken and she knows it but she doesn't show it. She's humble. And as for Shay, that trick is in jail along with Rico for attemped murder. The judge has made me the legal parent and has full custody with no visitation until Lani is 12. If Kehlani Marie Jones does not want to see her mother after her sentence is met then she doesn't have too. It just has to be written consent. Lani is at home with my mama, and until Mookie gets out. Everything is fine, it's just I've been up here for 2 days and she doesn't want to see me.  Chapter 8 Kamari P.OV.   I don't want to see him. Seeing him broken will break me. I've had dreams. Dreams of me marrying him, having children, dreams of loving him unconditonally, and dreams of us being happy. But I also had dreams of him cheating, him getting shot, my son being kidnapped. Sooooo, I don't wanna see him until I know for sure that I wanna go through that. I've pretty much decided I just need some type of conformation. Heavily seduced on medicine, my collarbone fully recovring,sleeping away. Blackness, gunshots, "CARTERRRRR NOOOOOOO!!" someone yelled. "Baby I'm sorry, you are my everything." he breathed out. I jumped up. "Carter, is Carter here?" I yelled at the nurse. "Yes he hasn't left. You will be ready to leave as soon as you take a shower and sign the forms." she replied. I leaped from my bed and rushed to the shower. The steamy hot water hitting my face felt wonderful. As I finshed up I grabbed a towel and quickly made it to my bag Carter's sister brought me from the house. A white and black Nike crop-top sweatshirt, light faded jeans and some huaraches. I put my hair in a half up half down with two top knots. I lightly beat my face and quickly put my stuff in the bag and signed the form. I've never felt so determined in my life. I ran to the elevator and it literally stopped at every floor. Once I was off I fully sprinted. He looked up and smiled. I dropped my bags and jumped into him arms.      Carter P.O.V.   She was running like she was a crazy person in the hallway but that was my baby. I stood up and smiled. I walked because she was running. She leaped into my arms, and as she kissed me it was then that I realized something was off. Her kisses were deeper like somthing happened. Like she was worried. When she finally relased a look of hurt and pain was in her eyes. She cried into my chest she whispered "Don't do that to me ever again.". "I won't, I promise." I said. Confused as hell? Me too, maybe we can be confused together. She got down grabbed her bags and took my hands as we walked out together.  Chapter 9 Part 1 4 Months Later   Kamari P.O.V.   We broke up.     Carter P.O.V.   She tried to jump. She tried to kill me. I grabbed her. She cried. She died inside. She said that she wasn't trying to hurt me or us but she needed to go for a walk. Forgot she didn't have a phone. She ran away. 3 days later she called me and said "Were done." I've been sitting in her house, in her room playin the album Surf stuck on Warm Enough, living on Vodka and Water. Completely anti-social from the world, just stop, stuck, and staring at an imaginary stop sign. Voicemail is full, unread text messages. How could she leave me? What did I do? This is everything to me. Can't decide to go after her or not. So I'll just sit here and look at the wall until I decide.    Kamari P.O.V.   Standing. Still. Holding my balance on the ledge. Waiting for him to save me. I know it's forever love if he comes to get me. Wait I can't kill another life! I slowly got down and now was seated in a basketball goal. I decided to tell him how I felt.  I grabbed my new phone and dialed his number. Here goes my life. He quickly answered. "Um, I've never been in love, so I needed to find out for myself if this was gonna work. I need you Carter. I Love You." I confessed. Silence. "Where are you?" Damn I knew he was gonna ask this. "The Phillips Arena." he hung up. He hung up on me in a time of need. I put my phone away and just sat there.      Will he come get her? Will she jump? She's in love? Cliff Hanger..........................Stay tuned part 2 drops tomorow I promise it'll be better and longer I'm just tired. Exactly at 12:00 p.m. pt2 comes Chapter 9 Part 2  A/N: Sorry guys but life happens.     He didn't come to get me. A janitor saw me and brought me down and offered a ride back to my house. Cried inside. He given up on me. "Thank you sir, all I have is a 20." I said. " Naw suga, you fine. Gon' head in the house. " he replied. "Thanks again." Walking up to door all i hear is music blasting. I quickly realized that he never left. His car was still in my driveway. Opening the door dropping everything slamming the door and flying the door was in an instance. I slowly walked in the room. And found him in my bed holding a bottle of vodka crying. Crying soohard his tears mixed with the vodka and made it salty. Unbreakable tears and snot ran down his face as he caressed the bottle. "She died."      Who died? Why didn't he come get her? I don't know, I'll update tomoroow sorry I havent been on in a while. My son came early pictures will be on my profile in a couple days. Love you.  Chapter 10 Kamari P.O.V.   My heart broke. 6 year old Kehlani Marie Jones died after being left in a car for 6 hours in the Atlanta heat. Her mother kidnapped her from Carter's grandmother's house took to a local CVS and left her in car because she was upset that her dad had a new girlfriend.  Publication Date: August 27th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-jf513e50334ef75

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Mrs.Indapendent Oops... It was Friday night and I got home about 20 minutes early, ready to begin the weekend. The house was silent. Jeff, my son, must not be home yet, I thought. I decided to change into something more comfortable. That simple decision set off a chain of events that has forever changed my life. When I walked in the room I froze in my tracks. Jeff was lying on my bed completely naked. He had one hand wrapped around his long hard cock. His eyes were closed and he was stroking his cock fast. I know I should have walked out of the room, but I was shocked and mesmerized by the scene in front of me. It seamed like longer but I was only standing there for about 10 seconds before he moaned and started bucking his hips. His cock was pumping hard and fast causing him to moan louder. Suddenly he said, "Yes, oh my God, your a great fuck. Mmmm, I'm going to cum." His body went rigid and his sperm shot out of his cock onto his chest and stomach. "Uuuhhg, Yesss, Mom, I'm filling your hot cunt with cum," he grunted. "Oh my," I stammered. Shocked by the realization that I was the subject of his fantasy. As soon as I uttered the words his eyes flew open. He turned towards me, a look of horror on his face. It wasn't funny, but I had to struggle to keep from laughing. He was still in the middle of cumming as he tried to cover himself with his hands. Cum was splashing off his hands and going every which way. He jumped up, hands still covering his spurting cock and hesitated. I was standing in the doorway, blocking the only exit to the room. "I'm sorry," he stammered as he quickly headed towards the door. I was frozen in place, as I watched him scurry towards me, cum dripping on the floor. He squeezed past me and out the door. I turned and watched his bare ass as he scampered down the hall and into his room. Finally regaining my senses I called out, "It's okay, uhh, umm." My voice trailed off as I realized that I had no idea what to say. It was hard being a single mother. His Dad died in a car accident when he was only 5, a long 13 years ago. I sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths, struggling with my feelings. To be honest I had to admit that I was slightly aroused. Seeing a spurting cock had always been a turn-on. Sure, I've had some lovers over the years, but there has been a dry spell lately. I changed and then walked down the hall to the dining room. When I passed his door, I called out, "I'm going to order us some pizza for dinner, do you want any specific kind?" There was a long pause before I heard a muffled, "Whatever kind you want is fine with me." I felt bad, he was obviously embarrassed. When the Pizza arrived I called to his room, "The pizza's here, come on out for dinner." My heart sank when he came out of his room. He was looking down at the floor and mumbled another apology before sitting at the table. We ate in awkward silence. No matter how hard I tried to start a conversation he only gave one word responses. His face was still beet red and he couldn't look me in the eye. After dinner he headed right back to his room. Needless to say, I was starting to get concerned that he was going to be emotionally scarred. I could just see him on Oprah now, "My mom saw me masturbate and now I'm scarred me for life." I coaxed him out of his room long enough to watch a movie. When the movie ended there was an awkward silence hanging in the room. "I'm going to go to bed, goodnight Mom," Jeff said. "Good night honey," I replied. Needless to say I starting to get concerned. Just before slipping into bed I decided that I couldn't let things hang the way they were. I slid on a long tee shirt to cover me and knocked on his Jeff's door. "Jeff, can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?" There was another long pause before he said, "Sure, come on in." He was already in bed. He had the covers pulled up to his chest and he wasn't wearing a shirt. 'I wonder if he sleeps in the nude.' I pushed that thought out of my mind and sat on the bed. I stroked his hair like I did when he was a child and said, "Jeff, try not to be embarrassed. There really isn't anything to be ashamed of, everyone masturbates." "I know," he replied. He was looking down at the floor when he added, "But you saw me, uhm, ahh, do it. And uhm, uhm, you saw me naked." I watched as he slowly looked up. His gaze moved up my legs, then lingered on my breasts. I felt my nipples harden as he stared at my tits. The thin material hid them view, but the shirt was tight enough to make the fact that I was bra-less quite evident. I felt my face flush as I said, "It's really not such a big deal. It really is okay." I watched his gaze follow my breasts as they swayed when I stood. I turned and walked to the door. I looked back, and noticed that he was staring at my legs. "Good night son, I love you." "Love you too mom," he replied. I closed the door and went to my room. The next day didn't show any improvement. He was still sullen and withdrawn. He spent most of the day in his room. That night before turning in, I returned to his room. "Look Jeff, we are going to have to get past this," I told him. "Like I told you last night, everyone masturbates. As far as seeing you naked, who do you think changed your diapers?" "That was a long time ago, that's different." "I suppose it is different. On the other hand I have seen a penis or two in my lifetime." I replied calmly. I looked at his face only to find that he was staring at my breasts. I looked down at and saw a bulge under the covers. My pussy moistened as I realized that I was feeding his fantasies. I took a deep breath, and placed my hand on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly. I started lightly stroking his chest and said, "Masturbating is a part of growing up, everyone does it. I think that the best thing we can do is get this subject out in the open." I took the covers and pulled them down exposing his hard cock. "Hey, what are you doing?" he exclaimed. His hands quickly moved to cover his hardening cock. "I'm just going to show you that it's okay to masturbate. I figure if I help you do it this once, you might be less embarrassed." I looked down and said, "Now move your hands so I can see your penis." He moved his hands and his hard cock came into view. "It's a nice big one," I told him, hoping to build his confidence. I took his hand and placed it back on his cock. Then slowly moved it up and down the shaft before letting go of it. "Go ahead and stroke it. Make yourself ejaculate. That's it, keep stroking." He looked into my face and I smiled, "See I told you it was okay." Jeff started stroking faster, his hips moving to meet his strokes. Suddenly he stopped and took his hand off his cock. "What's the matter," I asked. "I was going to uhm, ahh, umm." "That's the whole idea isn't it. To ejaculate or as you kids say, cum?" I reached down and took his hard cock in my hand. I started pumping slowly and asked, "How does that feel?" All he could do is let out a low moan. He hips started bucking and I started pumping faster. "I want you to cum for me," I told him. His pace quickened and I stroked his hard shaft faster. "I'm going to cum," he announced. I cupped his balls with my other hand and stroked faster. Suddenly his body went rigid and a deep groan escaped his lips. I felt his balls pulse and his first shot of cum sprang from the tip of his cock. "Uhhg," he grunted as I felt his cock twitch and spurt again. I continued to slowly stroke his shaft, milking it dry. "See now that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about was it?" I smiled and looked down at his softening cock. Cum was still leaking from the tip and there were several pools on his stomach and chest. "Let me get you a washcloth," I said. He eyed me up and down as I stood, staring at my legs and the sway of my breasts. I was wearing the same long T-shirt as the day before and could feel my hard nipples straining against the thin material. I returned with a washcloth, his gaze was fixed on my hard nipples as they pressed against my thin nightshirt. He hadn't moved, his soft spent cock was still exposed. I tossed him the washcloth and said, "Clean yourself up and get some sleep." He smiled and said, "Thanks Mom, for everything." I just smiled, winked and said, "Goodnight." I went back to my room and closed the door. I pulled the shirt over my head and climbed into bed. My hand immediately went to my wet snatch. It was my turn, I thought. I slid a finger into my pussy, lubricating it with my juices. I then started rubbing my swollen clit. All I could do was picture Jeff's cock spurting cum. I pinched a nipple and rubbed my clit faster. I moaned quietly and slid one finger in my pussy while the other continued to rub my clit. "Yesss," I panted as my orgasm hit. After my orgasm subsided, I smiled, rolled over and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. The next morning I woke to find that Jeff was his old chipper self again. Bright and cheery as if nothing had ever happened. "Good job," I thought. "Perhaps a little unorthodox, but effective." I went off to work feeling great. I returned home that evening at my normal time. "Jeff, I'm home," I called out. There was no answer, so I headed to my room to change. When I walked into my room I found Jeff. He was lying on my bed naked, with his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He continued his slow stroking as he looked over at me. I didn't know what to say. Jeff broke the silence, "You said it was okay to do this right?" I looked at his swollen cock and said, "Well, uhh, I guess I did, didn't I. Usually people masturbate in private, but I guess it's okay." He smiled and said, "Would you finish me like last night?" "No," I replied. "It looks like you've got things all under control." I stood in the doorway and watched as his hand flew over his cock. I smiled when I noticed that he was looking at me. His gaze shifted between my breasts and my face. I looked back down at his cock, the tip was glistening with precum. Jeff grunted and his body went rigid as cum spurt from his cock pooling on his chest and stomach. His pace slowed until his cock stopped jerking. He removed his hand from his cock giving me an unobstructed view. I watched his spent cock soften while the remaining cum oozed out. "I'll get you a washcloth," I said. "So we can get you cleaned up." I wetted a washcloth with warm water. I walked over and sat on the bed next to him. "What a messy boy you are!" I teased. "Always making a mess for his mom to clean up." We both laughed. I wiped the cum from his chest and stomach, then moved down by his cock. I wiped his cock with the washcloth, then held his cock with my other hand saying, "Wouldn't want it to get dirty again." I wiped the up cum that pooled by it and said, "There you go, clean as a whistle." "Thanks mom," he said. "Now get out of here I need to change." "Can I stay and watch?" he asked. "No, certainly not. Now go get dressed and you can help me get dinner ready." For the next week it became a nightly ritual. I found that I was becoming more comfortable with it every day. I found myself sitting next to him on the bed stroking the hair on his head as he masturbated. Looking back, I'm sure he did it on purpose, but he made it look like an accident. He was stroking his cock with reckless abandon and soon announced that he was about to cum. As the cum spurt from his cock it landed on my skirt. "Oh my," I said and quickly stood up. "This is a dry clean only skirt." "Sorry," he said. "It seams to have a mind of it's own." "Yeah, that seams to be true with most men," I replied. I cleaned him up and sent him off to get dressed. The next night I found him cock in hand waiting for me to arrive, no surprise there. I walked up to the side of the bed and sat next to him on the bed. His cock was hard and ready but he didn't start stroking. He looked at me and said, "Mom, maybe you should take your dress off so it doesn't get dirty." I looked down at him and said in a serious tone, "Do you think it might?" "You never know what might happen." I heard something in the back of my mind say "No, don't do it." But what came out of my mouth was, "That's probably a good idea." His eyes grew big as he watched me slip off my dress. His gaze was drawn to my black lacy bra. "There," I said. "What about your slip?" he asked. "If you think that it's a good idea," I replied. The voice in the back of my mind grew louder, but the slip came off in one quick motion. I stood there in my black bra and skimpy black bikini panties. 'My swimsuit actually shows more skin,' I thought to myself, trying to justify my actions. I felt my pussy start to moisten as he gawked. "You look awesome, mom," Jeff panted. "But what about your bra? It looks pretty fancy, maybe you should take it off." The voices were yelling, "Don't do it. You know it's wrong, he's your son." But my body had other plans, my hands moved to the clasp, unhooking it. I shrugged off the straps and my bra fell to the ground. My bare breasts were now on display. My nipples were hard and pointy and the focus of all his attention. "Wow," he stammered. "They're incredible." I felt my nipples harden even more under his gaze. I just stood there for about 5 minutes letting him stare at my 'B' size breasts, which were the perfect size for my petite frame. Finally, I pointed to his cock and said, "It looks like you need to pay attention to something else." "But, I'm worried that you might get something on your panties." The voices were screaming as my hands moved to my panties. "Do you really think I should take them off?" He nodded, but it was the look in his eyes that convinced me. I bent forward slightly, his eyes were drawn to my tits as they fell away from my body. I smiled as I watched his face. He couldn't decide where to look, at my swaying tits or at my pussy that was slowly coming into view. His eyes dropped to my pussy as my panties dropped to my ankles. I walked up to the side of the bed and stood with my feet slightly apart. My bush was neatly trimmed allowing him to see my pussy lips as well. He was speechless, but the look on his face was worth a thousand words. I have never seen such lust in all my life. I sat next to him on the bed, which provided him with a great close-up view of my hard nipples. He reached up to touch one of my tits, but I intercepted his hand and put it on his hard cock. "Make yourself cum," I instructed. He started slowly pumping his hard shaft as he gazed at my body. His look of utter lust and desire made my pussy even wetter. It wasn't long before he was grunting pumping his hard cock like there was no tomorrow. "I'm going to cum," he grunted. I watched as he stiffened and pointed his cock towards me. Cum erupted from his cock landing on my right tit. "Hey, watched where you aim that thing," I said. Before he could move it, a second blast landed just below the first, just missing my tit this time. He finished spurting onto his chest and stomach. He just stared at my right tit, watching the cum run down. "Sorry," he said. As he ogled my cum covered tit. I looked down at my breast, looking at the glob of cum. Without thinking I reached over and scooped it up with my fingers. He moaned when I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked off the cum. I had forgotten how much I loved the taste of cum. I scooped up the second glob of cum and also licked my fingers clean. "I guess I should get you cleaned up," I said. Instead of leaving the room to get a washcloth, I kneeled next to him on the bed. I leaned down, my breast dangling and started licking the pools of cum off his chest. He moaned lightly as he watched my tongue start to lap up the pools of cum. His hand found my tits and this time I didn't object. I moaned as he lightly pinched my hard nipples. I worked my way down toward his cock as his hands continued to caress my tits. He moved one hand and I felt it start to rub my pussy. "Mmmm", I moaned as I spread my legs a little further, allowing him better access. I felt a finger slip into my wet pussy and I moaned loader. I was hot as hell and said, "That's it, yes, it feels so good." He started finger fucking me making me moan even louder. The only thing left to clean was his cock. I licked the tip and then sucked it's length in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the shaft, to make sure it was completely clean. "Oh my God, That's incredible. Mmmm, yes Mom, suck my cock," Jeff said. I held the base of his cock with one hand and licked the slit to get the last drops of cum. He started to moan loader and I felt his cock start coming back to life. I licked the length of his shaft then sucked his cock back into my mouth. "Yessss, Oh my God," he moaned. It was hard to concentrate because his finger was still sliding in and out of my pussy. I started humping his hand and he quickened his pace, fingering me faster and faster. I let his cock slip from my lips and panted, "I'm going to cum, don't stop. Please don't stop!" He reached down and rubbed my clit with his other hand and I cried out, "Oh my God, Yessssss, I'm cummmming." My orgasm ripped through me making my whole body shudder. After catching my breath I sucked his cock back in my mouth. When it was good and hard I wrapped one hand around the base of the shaft and started pumping. I held the tip in my mouth and sucked as he started fucking my mouth. "It feels so good, you're incredible," he told me. His finger was still rubbing my pussy and I felt another orgasm approaching. I started humping his hand again while I sucked his cock. As soon as I started humping his hand he started rubbing my clit with his other hand. I groaned, and once again his cock slipped from my mouth. "Yes, ohhh my god, I'm cumming again," I shouted. I continued pumping his cock while I recovered. As soon as I caught my breath I pushed his hands away and put my leg over him, straddling his cock. I slowly lowered myself and felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I started to have second thoughts thinking, "Oh my God, he's your son, what do you think you're doing?" Before I could move I felt his cock thrust upward, sliding into my wet pussy. "Oh my God, you feel incredible," we both moaned simultaneously. All thoughts of stopping were gone, I quickly lowered myself so is cock was completely engulfed. "Oh yess, fuck me, fuck meeee," I cried out. His hand fondled my tits while I started fucking his cock. He met each of my movements with a thrust of his own. He moaned loudly, "Ohhh Yessss, incredible, Arrrgggh. "I'm going to cummm, Oh yesss, I'm going to cum I told him." His thrusting and grunting made it clear that he was ready to explode as well. My orgasm hit and I cried out, "I'm cumming, Oh my God I'm cumming again. His cock pounded into me a couple more times before he grunted, "Yes, oh my God, your a great fuck. Mmmm, I'm going to cum." I felt him ram deep and felt his cum splash into my pussy. "Uuuhhg, Yes, Mom, I'm filling your hot cunt with cum," "That's it, fill my hot cunt with your cum. Yes, fill your Mom's cunt." I felt spurt after spurt of cum splashing into my cunt. Where did it all come from I wondered? My God it felt like gallons. I collapsed onto him both of us panting for breath. I gave him a kiss, thrusting my tongue in his mouth. When the kiss broke, I rolled off and slipped his cock back into my mouth. When I had cleaned it of all our juices, I let his limp cock slip free. I looked up at him, he was grinning from ear to ear. "Go on, get out of here and get dressed. It's getting late and I'm starved." I watched him get up and walk to his room. I just lay there a few minutes basking in the glow of a great fuck. The next night I drove home with my skirt around my waist, with my panties pulled to the side. This gave me direct access to my pussy and I took full advantage of that fact, cumming twice before I even walked into the house. I knew where he would be waiting and I quickly raced to the bedroom. As soon as I entered I started ripping off my clothes, my blouse skirt, bra, and panties went flying in all directions. I jumped on the bed, breasts bouncing and spread my legs wide. "Get over here now!" I ordered. "I need your cock in me right now." He quickly moved between my legs, pausing for only a second to stare at my exposed pussy. Then he moved forward and his cock slipped into me. "Yes," I moaned. "Fuck me hard. Fill me with cum." He started pumping away, his cock glistening with pussy juice as he slammed his cock into my cunt. He was like an animal, all he could do was grunt, moan, and groan. I felt my orgasm approaching and pleaded, "I'm going to cum, don't stop. That's it keep fucking me. Yesss, I'm cummming. The orgasm ripped through me causing my pussy to tighten on his cock. Suddenly he cried out, "Oh yes, I'm going to cum." He rammed his cock deep and started filling me with spurt after spurt of cum. When his cock was empty he collapsed onto me panting, "You're incredible." I smiled as he rolled off onto his side. I bent down, taking his cock in my mouth and sucking it clean. I climbed off the bed and said, "I don't know about you but I'm famished, how about some dinner?" I turned and walked out of the room still completely naked, my tits swaying with every step. I could feel his cum oozing out of my pussy and down my legs as I prepared dinner. As you can imagine these events have completely changed our lives. Jeff has become the man of the house in all aspects of the word. He's moved into my room and has proven to be an insatiable lover. I can imagine that some of you will look down at me for having sex with my son, but he makes me feel like a queen and I'm going to enjoy the 'ride' while it lasts. Publication Date: June 3rd 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-mrs.indapendent

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Madeline Piper Missing You Secrets withdrawal (COMPLETED) I dedicate this book to my mother and father who has always been extremely supportive of me. I love you! :) Allyson “I despise the mere fact of going on another date with that cocky prick, mom.” I scolded as I fumbled for the keys to my front door. The phone was lodged between my shoulders and my ear while my hands were filled with groceries and business files. My life is really hectic because I work at the National Agency of Modeling as a secretary (soon to be promoted to head chairman) at the other side of town. I also do some acting and runway part time which is an understatement due to the fact that I’m normally classified as being hot. I have long curly light brown hair that flows above my ass, sparkling green eyes, a slim yet perfectly toned body, and a very pleasant attitude a part from talking to my mom. I finally got the door open as I barged in dropping the bags to the floor in relief. “Don’t consider him to be a prick sweetie.” She defends annoyingly on the other end. “Think of him as being...well... self-confident.” “There you go again mom, defending everyone other than your own child.” I back talk making my way to the kitchen and proceeding in packing away the goods. I lit the kettle to make some homemade hot chocolate on this cold December evening. “I’m not defending him. I’m just asking you to look at him in a different light.” “Mom, I repeat. I am not going on another date with Kyle!” I groan. I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom, kicked off my heels and plopped back onto my soft plush bed. With the phone still held between my shoulders and ear I began unbuttoning my coat and top. Pretty soon I was lying in my panties and bra. My mom was still ranting in my ear about how Kyle is such a nice man and I should give him another chance. I gag silently to myself as I peeled off of my bed and walked back downstairs. “Are you even listening to me young lady?” She proclaims. I’m pretty sure she was looking at the phone quite upset from the “yea's” and “mmm’s” I've been giving her. There was a small knock on the door as I poured some of the boiled water into a Mickey Mouse mug. “I have to call you back mom. Someone’s at the door.” I said before clicking the end button not giving her a chance to reply. I looked through the window and saw my brother, Gabriel standing at the door with his hands tucked in his pockets. He looks nothing like me; he has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall muscular build. Typical Caucasian Male. “Who is it?” I sang as I opened the door hesitantly. His head popped in and he wrapped his arms around my waist giving me a tight bear hug. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to open the door to strangers?” He taunts. I threw my arms around his neck squeezing him also. “No, my parents taught me to open my doors for every man that asks.” I tease. He finally puts me down and kisses my cheek lightly. I noticed that there was another man standing behind him which is why I quickly ran to the bathroom for a robe almost falling on my face. “I’m so sorry. I didn't see you.” I said goofily. The man was quite handsome. He has jet black hair curled messily into his face, deep grey eyes twinkling in the moonlight from the window, and he also had a tall muscular build even more than Gabriel. “Oh Allyson this is Jaden. My co-pilot, he wanted to meet you on our time off.” Gabriel says. “Non-stop talking about you actually. He would always find a way to bring your name up in a conversation so I figured I should meet the special lady.” He informs me. My cheeks felt suddenly warm. I looked at Jaden as he inspected my fairly clean condo with wooden floors and modern furniture all placed neatly in specific areas of the house. It was a pretty good place for a woman like me. “Do you like condos?” I asked stupidly. He shrugged and smiled sexily showing his pearly white teeth. A warm sensational wave flew down my spine. “They’re okay I guess.” He replies. I smile up at him faintly but turned my head away quickly before he could look into my eyes. I tighten the robe around me and diverted my gazed to the kitchen. “Have a seat, Jaden. Gabriel, you’re no stranger here, go get a drink. I was actually making some hot chocolate if you would like some?” The two men sat in my couch talking about some stupid manly business I guess. “Actually we wanted to take you out tonight, Ally. We made reservations at La Cuisine. You should go get dressed our seats are reserved for 9 o'clock.” Gabriel announces. I sighed in relief although I’m extremely wiped from all of the work I took part in today I just wanted to let loose for once even get a little drunk. Hey, I’m not driving. I poured the water into the drain and made my way back up to my room. I took a quick shower washing my hair and body thoroughly then blow-drying and applying makeup. I slipped into a black cocktail dress that dipped between my full D cupped breasts no doubt revealing cleavage. It also hugged my curves and my pair of silver stilettos complimented my lightly tanned complexion. Diamond earrings dangled from my ears and my messy bun swung just below my shoulders. I cautiously stepped down the stairs to see both sets of eyes on me in awe. My cheeks must have turned cherry red because they both stood and gleamed. Gabriel came up to me and pecked me on my cheek telling me how beautiful I looked and that his little sister was all grown up. Which I could say for him for that hard on going on in his khakis. I wasn’t grossed out I was actually used to the fact of guys getting horny off of me. Even Jaden had a little action going on down there but it wasn’t that noticeable. Maybe he's the only man that doesn't get full blown from me. “Shall we go?” I alter. I locked up the doors as they led me outside noticing that Jaden stayed fairly close to me. He smelt like mint and cologne both so sexy as I hurriedly inhaled as much as I can before he moved. Wanting to feel his touch with those seemingly soft yet firm hands would make my night, make me ache, make me yearn. This happened when he threw my coat around me and whispered something soothing and kinky into my ear brushing his soft lips against me in the process. Jaden I just met Allyson yet it seems as if I've always seen her. Usually I am never speechless around a woman but when she smiles which is all the time I all I suddenly tense up. When she made her way down those steps my pants instantly got a bulge in them. Knowing how I'd get I played it off by standing, letting my meat fall between my thighs. I was hot and languishing for her even her brother got horny but I wouldn’t blame him. She asked me to hold her coat when she locked up her house though I couldn’t withdraw from touching her. I threw it around her and pressed my lips against her ears. “You’re so beautiful, Allyson. I know I just met you and yet I want you so badly.” I don’t know what had just happened to me still I was glad I got it out. She looked up at me shyly with her green stunning eyes shining in the clear moonlight and smiled shyly. My manhood tingled with excitement. In the car was quiet on the ride to the restaurant except for the music on the radio. Inside felt extremely warm, was it because the air condition was on a low or was it that I wanted Allyson to be riding me? I gazed at her through the rear view mirror watching her close her eyes and hum silently to the music. It seemed that it would take forever to reach our destination but we finally pulled up with Gabriel announcing, “Here we are.” I heard her exhale in relief and pop the car door open. I hurriedly got out assisting her not wanting to seem ungentlemanly. She didn't make eye contact with me she only whispered "Thank you." “No problem.” I replied closing the door and trying as hard as possible for my breath to touch her. I walked closely behind her watching other men some with their wives ogling over her. Once we were seated about six or seven men approached her slipping her their numbers and addresses. I fought the urge to pummel them even though I barely knew her. Was this called for?, I thought. Eventually we ordered dinner. I had shrimp parmesan, she had lobster, and Gabriel had steak. Before long he left with a red head in her car leaving me with Allyson alone at last. I had to crash at her place tonight seeing that Gabriel was going to be up with this girl. Allyson didn't seem too keen for her yet she blew it over because we left for England in two days. Allyson immediately began to order alcoholic drinks when Gabriel left. “My mom’s forcing me to go on a date with a dick head.” She blabbed. Her words were slurred yet she wasn’t that drunk…yet. “Mother's, you know how they are?” I sincerely commented. “Do you or are you just saying that to have sex with me?” She barked jokingly. Smiling, I whisperd, “I think I should get you home.” Paying the bill and intertwining our hands we left the restaurant. I laid her in the backseat of the car and hopped into the driver’s taking my time to get home. We stumbled in the house and I took her up to her room. I placed her on the bed and popped off her heels. She slipped under the covers and I crept out of the room. “No! Wait! Come and sleep here, with me.” She commands patting the spot next to her. I hesitantly climbed into bed with her before she wrapped herself around me and fell asleep. Allyson I awoke with a piercing headache smelling the sweet aroma of pancakes and eggs. My feet touched the cold floor and I shivered taking off my dress and throwing on my robe. Jaden was flipping pancakes and dancing to some R&B music when I went downstairs. “Good morning.” I grumble rubbing my eyes. He looked up at me and smiled. “Morning sleepy head.” He winced placing a plate in front of me at the bar. I began stuffing my face surprised at how hungry I was. “What happened last night?” I asked after a period of silence. He stopped and chuckled once again sending pleasure signals down my spine. “You had a little too much to drink last night. But don’t worry I was right there to help you.” He winks and pulled up a seat next to me not before kissing my cheek. I foolishly touched where he kissed me. “What was that for?” I question. “Gabriel told me to kiss you when you got up. Actually he told me to kiss you on your lips.” He smirked charmingly, teasing me. It made me shudder with excitement. “Don’t want to disobey now do you?” I reply. I looked up at him only to see him doing the same. I found myself leaning forward and quickly pressing my lips against his. They were as I imagined soft, moist, and warm. What did I just do? I just kissed him! How stupid of me! Expecting him to say something he just sat there. “Excuse me.” I said before running out of the kitchen embarrassed. I ran into my room and showered for a long time. The cool water trickled down my head to my back and then to the floor. I felt tears weld in my eyes. Why was I crying? Did I actually grow to love that man over one night? No, I don’t believe in love at first sight. When I was brushing my teeth I heard a knock at the door. “Allyson?” I heard Jaden utter. “Are you in there?” I rinsed my mouth out with Listerine and went into the room with the towel wrapped tightly around me. My hair was still wet and swaying in the cold air conditioned room. He was also wrapped in a towel with his body glistening wet. His chest is well muscled, rock hard with abs to kill for. His pale complexion looked darker in the light radiating from my lamp. I swore my feet were buckling because I found myself walking and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Yes?” I say flatly trying not to sound concerned. “Gabriel says he wont be home until later.” He tells me. A pause.“Ok.” Another pause. “Look I’m sorry about...breakfast you just caught me off guard.” He apologized. “No, you were just doing what any normal person would've done. I’m the one that should be apologizing for you know invading your personal space. Can you forgive me?” I plea. “No, no I kind of… want you to invade my personal space. I liked it...” He trailed off. It seemed as if he wanted to take it back but he just let it linger in the air. I was shocked but excited. My heart beat was increasing and he obviously had a hard on in his towel. I brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “Are you saying you want me to kiss you again?” Kinda cheesy you might say but hey, I too am horny. I don’t just lay down with anyone. It’s been over six months since I've had a real man to have sex with. He nodded and proceeded in walking towards me now hovering over my body. He bent down pressing his lips against mines sending yet another wave through my body only for it to stop at my now throbbing clit. I reached up and stroked the side of his face with my thumb as our lips moved together. He sucked and bit my lips asking for access to my mouth which I granted him as he slipped his tongue in. Our tongues danced together wet and warm calling for one another. We moved in rotation breathing heavily and touching each other. His hand cupped my face as he brushed my cheek soflty tucking his free hand into my towel and pulling it from beneath me. I rubbed his back making my way to his towel and took it off. I felt him smile on my lips as his manhood rubbed against my chest. He peeled away giving me time to pull my hair into a ponytail. With no time wasting he guided the head to my opening easing it into me. I arched my back and clawed at him making me absorb his hugeness. He grasped my legs and pulled out not long before pushing himself back inside. His pace increased as he thrusted himself in and out of me grunting with ever movement. I wrapped my arms around his neck making him lift me. I felt his sacks slapping against my ass for how powerful he was throwing me up and down riding his enormous cock. “Oh god!” I moaned. Our bodies rubbed vigorously against each other sending the sweet smell of sex to my nose. I felt him grow bigger inside of me thrusting deeper and harder. He grunted as we were on the verge of coming. He sucked at my neck no doubt leaving a hickey. A hickey I would want to keep. My ass shook while he groped and slapped it. “Al...ly...son.” He groans about to come. He pulsates inside of me as we both come in union. It left me with curled toes and a relaxed body. We collapsed onto the bed tangled together in ecstasy.“That was fantastic, shit.” He sighs pressing his lips against mines. So sweet and lucious. My phone suddenly began to ring. Screaming internally I reached for it feeling his cock exit my body making me shudder. “Hello?” I said still breathing quite fast. “Ally, meet me at Victoria’s Secret now.” My mother commanded. “Mom, I’m kinda busy now. I have a ...friend over.” I mummbled. “Well bring them along, your date is in two days and we need to get you some sexy lingerie.” “Wow, a mother actually pushing her child to have sex.” I flop onto my back feeling Jaden’s hand scope and massaging my body and his wet warm mouth sucking at my nipples. I had to try hard not to moan in my mother's ears but my breathing and his groaning didn't help the situation. He did it so right. His hand went between my legs and flicked at my clit. I gasped and closed my eyes. “Allyson!” She yelled. “Mom, I’m busy now call me...later.” I reply biting my lips and rotating my hips on his fingers as he dipped them in and out of my wet pussy. I used my free hand to push them in deeper. “Allyson Abigail Rodriguez you talk to me right now young la-” I clicked the end button crashing my lips against his. His fingers picked up the pace as he twist, pulled, and thrusted his soft long fingers inside of me and he pulled me into him tighter. I arched my back tangling my fingers in his hair and sucking on his lips. I jerked as he hit my G-spot. I gasped for air. I was climbing the peak of pleasure. How did he know what to do to me? “Oooooooh…yeah…oh…mmm.” I whimpered with him briskly pushing against my pleasure point. My orgasm was just around the corner while once again my toes curled and my body tensed releasing my juices onto his fingers. He slowly pulled them out bringing them to his lips, licking them hungrily he then pushed them into my mouth as I tasted myself. “You taste like honey.” He whispers. I smile, “Ready for round two?” Jaden My day with Allyson was the definition of amazing. How did she know all the right moves? She slept on my arm naked and beautiful. Her silent snores made me smile to myself and brush my fingers lightly against her shoulder. The time was probably around 7:15 when Gabriel came home. I quickly got out of bed giving her a quick kiss and made my way to the guest room. “Hey J, what’s up?” He asked walking down the hallway. He stopped into my room and gazed around smiling from ear to ear. Someone had fun, I thought. “Nothing I’m just getting ready to go out with Allyson.” I reply. I was now wearing a white button up shirt, black dress pants and shoes. “A little dressed up for the occasion. I really hope you didn't do anything while I was gone to trigger this.” He chuckles sarcastically. “If I’m going to meet the parent I have to look my best now don’t I? Plus why would we do anything? She’s your sister.” I lied fixing my black tie then I looked in the mirror smiling widely in perfection. “Well if you’re meeting Ally’s mom you better make a good impression.” “Ally’s mom?” “We have the same dad different moms anyways that woman is a hag. Do you know what she told me? That I have to small of a dick for any girl to stay long enough with me and I’m going to die alone like my father. Can you believe that, man?” We laughed for a second before we were interrupted by Allyson's yawn. Her slim sexy body was leaning against the doorway wearing nothing except for lacy bra and panties. Her arms were folded across her chest and she still looked sleepy. Gabriel walked over to her and kissed her forehead taking her head between his hands. He must have whispered something to her because she blushed revealing her pearly white teeth. I also found myself smiling with her; so beautiful. Maybe it had something to do with that hickey on her neck. I remember how she tasted like sugar. She then looked over to me and smiled giving me a quick thumbs up. “Nice.” Was all she said fixing her ponytail. “Am I joining this little shindig?” Gabriel asks. “What’s it about anyways?” “Mom wants me to go on this date so she’s going to buy some ‘lingerie’ for me. I told her no but you know mom.” She sounded stressed as she waltzed into the room and sat on the bed sprawling herself over it. Her ass cheeks were fairly visible. “God, can’t she see that I’m old enough to pick my own guys? I’m twenty three for Christ’s sake.” “Why don’t you bring Estelle along?” He asks. Estelle must be her close friend. “She’s working for the next two weeks non-stop.” She groans getting off the bed and disappearing outside my door. Gabriel and I both shook our head’s thinking, women. Wait what was I thinking? I missed something. She’s going on another date with a guy...who’s not me. Suddenly I felt my heart sink; she already has a dating life. Allyson I took my own sweet time to get dressed to go meet my mom for her to ‘pamper’ me for that wretched date with Kyle. He isn’t ugly he’s actually cute but his attitude sucks. He has black straight hair, grey eyes, and a medium build. If his personality changed maybe I would give him a chance but come to think of it Jaden is always on my mind. After hearing him tell my brother we didn't do anything I decided that he wanted us to stay a secret, I mean who wouldn't? A filthy rich man being held down by a model isn’t usual. I got dressed by 8:07 wearing a navy blue Aeropostale Tee, a purple scarf, skinny jeans, and black pumps. My usual hairstyle (messy ponytail), and a pair a diamond studs. “Guys are you ready?” I called through the house. It was quiet for a couple seconds before the both called up “Yupp!” We reached at Victoria’s Secret a few minutes later than my mom had asked but she blew it over seeing that I was actually there. She wrapped her arms around me a kissed my cheeks looking happy for once until she saw Jaden. “Who are you?” She barked. He gave her his hand and introduced himself, “I’m Jaden Murray Mrs. Rodriguez. It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “That’s funny I didn't hear one thing about you. Are you the guy Ally hung up on me for?” She rudely commented. I dug her with my elbow trying to signal for her to stop. Jaden had a pleasant smile on his face even chuckling at her comment. “I doubt it Mrs. Rodriguez I only met your daughter yesterday.” What the hell!? “Oh very well. I supposed it’s a pleasure.” She scornfully shook his hand with her thum and index finger. Her face tensed before she relaxed, turned around and started down the aisle. “Hi to you too Mrs.R.” Gabriel sarcastically said. “Such a nice woman.” We took five hours to finish with the shopping. I ended up with three black bras and panties, two pairs of corsets (bright red and black) and a few boxes of edible underwear that she picked out just for me. But I guess the guys liked being in a store with girls prancing around almost naked. Jaden's eyes never left me but Gabrie; got some numbers, even the one's with boyfriends. “Now Ally I want you to make sure you call me before and after that date ok?” She proclaims following us back to the car. I nodded. “And make sure you shave and wash your hair ok?” I nodded again. “Oh and also-”. “Mom, I got it. Now can you please go back home and sleep? I bet you’ve been up from since four or something.” I nagged hugging her and kissing her. “Thanks for the stuff and drive safe.” “Use those stuff on your date!” “Bye mom!” The guys and I drove home quietly, ate quietly, and watched television quietly. Without saying a word I got up showered and came back down in my pj’s. Jaden and Gabriel were watching some RATED-R movie mostly about two girls having sex with every guy they meet. I gagged silently. “You like watching porno Jaden?” I asked climbing onto Gabriel’s lap. I spread my legs over next to Jaden’s side. He looked down at them then at me. “I like doing the actual things instead of watching others have all the fun.” He winks. Oh good he isn’t mad at me. He smiled then placed his hand on my feet. “Well I like anything.” Gabriel interjects. “Would you like a glass of wine to calm that nerve Gabe? You feel a little hard.” I joked. “No, I have a friend coming over later tonight I need this. But give it to me anyways so that I have a longer time to...you know. Give some to Jaden too who knows when last he’s had sex. Plus were leaving tomorrow.” Jaden and I couldn’t help ourselves we started to laugh hysterically making Gabriel join in soon afterwards. Soon after we sobered up I started to yawn. I said my goodnights by 12:30 not surprised Jaden came up behind me holding my hands like a gentleman. Gabriel was staying downstairs to hear when his friend comes. One night stand...again. I closed by bedroom door. Jaden kissed me softly for a long time not proceeding in taking any of my clothes off. “I’m really going to miss you, Allyson.” He whispers with his lips still on mines. “Me too. How soon are you going to be back?” I reply meekly. His eyes were closed I couldn’t see his expression. I kissed him again. "Jaden?" Silence fills. "I'm married." He whispered. Jaden What have I just done? It was supposed to be a secret. A secret so forgotten that I didn't even remember it until now. Allyson’s eyes were welding with tears as I watched her stare at me in disbelief but also in anger. She steps back out of my grip tripping onto her bed. Her head shook trying to dodge the words she had just heard but it is done. My secret is out and they can’t be kept all bundled up inside can they? I didn't want to tell her like this. I too shook my head. “I’m sorry-” “Get out!” She yelled cutting me off. Her tears were now flowing and she looked weak and out of breath. “Let me explain plea-” “Get out!” She screamed. Her eyes couldn’t meet mines. I could imagine her feelings; hurt, betrayal, lies, anger. I felt filthy in her sight. I took a step back with my back now against the door. I slowly reached for the handle and twisted it. “Allyson please.” I retorted. Her gaze was still directed to the floor still shaking her head. I left without another word, packing my bag in silence and sleeping in silence but that was all I could do since my eyes for the hell of it wouldn’t shut. I could rant about how terrible I felt but I’m sure that Allyson was the one with more hurt. The following night as Gabriel and I left the house Allyson only spoke to him. Who wouldn’t blame her? She didn't look at me, talk to me or walk across me. Hugging and kissing Gabriel good bye was all she did not saying a word. “I’m going to miss you Tally Tubby but I'll be back soon.” He said giving her another hug. She was wearing a huge t-shirt that fitted her like a dress looking so simple yet sexy. Oh how I’ll miss her body against mines. “Bye Hun fly safely.” She murmured. From the yelling she may have lost her voice and her eyes were red and puffy. Gabriel headed for the car leaving me alone with her. She stood out of my way as I squeezed through the door with my luggage. When on the first stair I looked back at her. “Save your breath Jaden.” She barked turning around and slamming the door in my face. Allyson Well that was two days of my life that I wasted pathetically. Who would’ve thought that a sexy ass man like Jaden wasn’t married? Oh that’s right me! How could I be so oblivious to the fact that he’s a pilot? Pilot+ Rich+ Gorgeous+ Awesome Personality= A fucking wife! I wouldn’t be surprised if he told me he had kids! Right now am driving to this date with Kyle maybe he could give me something else to be mad at. My life just keeps getting better and better...my mom’s calling me. I groaned pulling my cell from my purse. "Hello? Ally?" She chirped. “Yes mom?” I drained. “Kyle is waiting at Red Lobster for you. He called me a minute ago saying he is very nervous. See honey he isn’t self centered, he cares about you.” “My ass, the only thing he cares about is telling his stupid buddies that he actually got to fuck. Excuse my French but it’s the truth! I really think he’s gay or something.” “No more of this nonsense Ally I want you to go out and have fun with this guy. Try to take your mind off of Jaden. I never liked him.” Yes, I told her the whole situation but she’s my mom. What can a girl do? Everyone loves their mom to death at a certain age yet can’t stand them at the same time. “Now sit up straight.” She was right; I should get over Jaden...and sit up straight. I’m slouching in my seat as I pulled up to Red Lobster. Getting out of my car I dropped my keys. I bent down to pick them when another pair of hands touched mines. My eyes trailed up the very well-dressed man (black and white suit) and met his eyes, blue and shimmering. Kyle, yes, he’s the one I came here to meet. He’s very good looking and very nice but he’s VERY self-concerned. He smiled widely saying, “It’s nice to see you again Allyson. You look lovely tonight.” I was wearing a pale pink blouse that hung loosely on me, a gray pencil skirt, and silver heels. It may not sound like a good outfit but it looked gorgeous on me and I also wore the bra and panties my mom bought for her sake. “Thank you Kyle, so do you.” I reply taking my keys from him. I looked into his eyes but saw an emptiness compared to Jaden’s. No, Ally! Stop thinking about him! He has a wife, deal with it. I took a deep breath before Kyle escorted me inside. He didn't stop smiling at me as the waiter took our orders. I kept my gaze away from him trying to unnoticeably text my friends. The waiter came back with our drinks pouring us some wine. Finally I looked up at him only to excuse myself to the little ladies room. I walked into the bathroom and sighed deeply placing my purse by the sink. I splashed water on my face and gazed into the mirror. A lady walked in next to me quickly fixing her makeup. She has long blonde hair that was pulled into a bun, contacted blue eyes, and a short slim figure. She looked up at me ushering her lip stick for my use. I hesitantly took it smearing some on my lips and smacking them together. I then noticed a small bump on her belly seemingly around four to five months pregnant. “When are you due?” I asked handing her back her lip gloss. She rubbed it slightly and smiled. “June sixth. I hope my husband could be there though. Always away you know.” I giggled. “Yeah, I know what it feels like...not seeing the one's you love. But it’s all a part of life I guess.” “Preach it sister.” We laughed. “So what’s your name?” She asks fixing her bun. “I’m Allyson Rodriguez how about you?” “I’m Hayley Murray.” I suddenly froze. That name sounds strangely familiar. It couldn’t be, no, was this Jaden’s wife? I turned my entire body to her; tears must have been forming in my eyes because her facial expression changed from bubbly to concerned. “What’s wrong?" She questions. There was a lump in my throat withholding me from speaking. “Are you by...any chance...um married to a Jaden Murray?” I interrogate. She smiles and says, “As a matter of fact yes. He had an early vacation so well here I am. Why? Do you know him?” “Excuse me.” I left the bathroom as quickly as possible scoping the room for Jaden’s unforgettable face. No luck. I made my way back to the table in which Kyle was looking at himself in his phone’s reflection. I inhaled deeply, fixed myself and headed back to my oh so fun date. “Sorry I kept you waiting.” Jaden I noticed Allyson was having her date here as well. I told her I was leaving for a flight but my wife called and made plans. She looked gorgeous as she made her way to the table sitting and smiling from ear to ear. I missed her already and could stare at her all evening but my wife’s body blocked my view. Hayley, my wife looked nothing like Ally. She has blonde hair while Ally has brown, blue eyes while Ally has green. Wait why was I comparing them? Haley smiles warmly at me and takes my hand into hers. “I’ve missed you Jay so did our little girl.” She says gesturing to her belly. That fact just made me feel trapped with her and a dim smile formed on my face to lighten my mood. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing Haley I’m just...tired. You know from work and all.” I dragged. “Don’t worry Jay tonight is our night...all night long.” She winks and bites her bottom lip. Our sex life wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either. She was either to tired or too exhausted to make love with me yet calling it ‘making love’ was a lie. What Ally and I had was making love not just sex. I couldn’t help but think back on Ally’s body rubbing against mines as my shaft slipped in and out of her. Our tongues were entwined all the while and our hands scoped each other. Then it hit me. I love Ally! After only three days. I think this would a great example of love at first sight. “Jay...Jay!” Hayley says bringing me back to reality. “Are you ok? Um do you by any chance know a girl named Allyson? We just met in the bathroom and started speaking about you. Are you even listening to me?” “Huh? Yes...yes I know her. She’s um my partner’s sister. Why were you talking about me?” I asked. “We were introducing ourselves and she did something weird. When I mentioned our last name she looked like she was about to cry. Did you do something to her?” “No no...can we change the subject? No, I think we should leave. Waiter!” I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible before Ally looked our way. The man with her was fidgeting and also looked like he wanted to leave. We got our check and headed for the door only to see Ally and her date unawaringly pursuing behind of us. His hands were wrapped around her waist clinging her body to his. I clenched at the thought of them having sex. She looked uncomfortable which gave me a bit of relief and she started to walk faster to get from his grip. He pulled her back and nuzzled his face in her neck. She pushes him away and walks faster practically running. I stopped and brought Hayley to me quickly pressing our lips together to hide our faces and to see what she would do. Yet I hoped she didn't notice any of us but my luck withers quickly. “Hi Hayley.” Allyson greets. Her smile vanishes once I looked up at her. “Hey Allyson. Leaving so soon?” Hayley ask wiping her smudged lipstick. She looks up at me and smiles. “I should ask you the same question?” She spat but I knew the question was directed towards me. “Well, Jaden here which I believe you too already met, wanted to go home...early. If you know what I mean?” Hayley laughed and I forced a giggle. Ally’s face was serious as can be but a smirk played. Just then the man she was with came up behind her nodding in our direction. Ally sort of stepped closer to Hayley probably trying to stay as far away from him. “No, I don’t know what you mean. Jaden weren’t you supposed to be at work? Where’s Gabriel?” “He had an early flight out. I’ll be leaving in the morning.” I smiled. She nods and proceeds in talking to Hayley. After a quick minute they exchanged numbers and said their goodbyes. I flashed her a weak smile and played it off by giving her a hug. She flinched under my touch but caved in not long after. Ally walks quickly down the side walk, got into her car and drove away leaving the man standing there alone and kicking the dirt. Allyson That asshole! He plays it as though he hasn’t seen me in forever and didn't have the nerve to tell me he was staying until tomorrow. Yet I do remember ignoring him. He wore the same shirt from this morning but different pants which brought out his eyes. What was I saying? Was I actually falling in love with him? I drove home in quietness not even bothering to take a shower when I went upstairs. I wanted to be able to hang onto Jaden’s sweet mint and cologne smell. I fell asleep on the bed where we had our wonderful unforgettable sex. Jaden Hayley was now on top of me riding me uncontrollably. The room was dark so I couldn’t see her face until it seemed as if Ally was the one having sex with me. It was too good to be true as the lightning flashed and showed Hayley’s face. She screamed my name as she exploded collapsing onto my chest. “I love you, Jay.” She whispers in between breaths. I couldn’t reply not the way I used to. I was in love with Allyson and nothing would change that. “I love you too.” I said attaching Ally’s name in my head.The next morning I left for the airport looking forward to being away from all of this drama. A pregnant wife, a hidden love, and fading marriage (well in my head). I kissed Hayley goodbye rubbing her belly lightly to soothe the baby. I got into the cab and headed for the airport. Gabriel was sitting in the cock pit at his chair when I entered. He was flirting with the new intern at the control center. “Ehemm?” I said sitting in my chair. He looked over at me and handed me his laptop. His screen saver was him and Ally on a beach. He held her bridal style with both their hairs flying in the wind. She looked gorgeous in that pink bikini. “You want me to see Allyson?” He paused from his conversation and looked up at me annoyed. “We have two hours before takeoff. I needed to show you something really disturbing. Porn, Jay.” He pulled up a screen showing Hayley and my neighbor Derek having sex on my bed. I wasn’t surprised I was actually relieved for having reason to leave her but I was kind of upset. “How did you get this?” I asked thankfully. “When you sleep with a lot of girls you find info.” He laughs covering the microphone. I somewhat found myself laughing. “Thanks bro. I owe you one. Do you think there's a possibilty that that’s not my baby?” “Yea shit, man. You haven't been home enough to tap that ass.” I sighed deeply, pulled out my phone and punched in Hayley’s number. Three months later... Allyson “Go girls go. There no time to waste!” The frantic stage manager yelled practically shoving us onto the runway. He wore a purple scarf, a black turtle neck and skinny jeans all complimented by his fake nerdy glasses. I wouldn’t consider him to be gay I just think of him as being fashionable. He looked at me and smiled widely at my fishnet dress before pushing me onto the runway. Chatters rose around me as I strut my stuff down the long narrow runway trying as hard as possible to swing my hips in this really tight dress. My hair was down for the first time due to the fact that Ricky, the stage manager said it looked quote unquote. “Sexylicious.” I didn't look into the crowd I kept my eyes straight on the camera in front of me. I kept my face serious with a small smirk. I fluttered my eyes and spun as I reached the end of the runway posing for a second before making my way back up to the back. Ricky greeted me with a thumbs up and another shove into the dressing room pulling another dress onto me. My cell phone began to ring as I put my shoes on. It was Jaden. I hurriedly put my hair into my ponytail and picked the phone up. “Hello?” I shouted over the noise in the background. “Ally? W-w where are you?” I heard him say. I started putting the other shoe on switching the phone to my other ear. “Listen Jaden I can’t talk right now. I’m in the middle of something.” “Keep still darling. I can’t waste any more time as is.” Ricky nagged. I sat in the chair as he began to wipe my previous make up off and smother blue eye shadow on me. I was now wearing a long flowing baby blue gown and green flowered pumps. “Allyson we need to talk...now.” Jaden commanded. We have kept in contact over the few months but it always ended up in quarreling. I know he loved me and I loved him but he’s married. Even though they’re on the verge of divorce. He found out Hayley was sleeping with their neighbor and the baby wasn't his. The baby did look like the neighbor with blue eyes and deathly pale skin. I guess it wasn’t meant for them to be. Now my bad news is that I continued seeing Kyle. I didn't want to but it actually made my mom get off my case. He was really good in bed but...Jaden was better. Way better! “I can't talk now Jaden I’m working! You should’ve spoken to me yesterday yet all you wanted to do was quarrel quarrel quarrel about Kyle. I’ll speak to you later.” “Ally! No, get up and go home! I’m at your house waiting for you.” “What the hell? I can’t. Wait a couple of hours I’ll be there soon.” “No, now please. I need your help.” “Time to go my little goddess!” Ricky says pulling me to my feet. What did Jaden mean by help him? His tone sounded really scared. Should I leave now? I can’t this is a very well-paid job. “Chica time to go.” He shoved me out onto the runway as I quickly modelled down and up. “One more gown to go and you can go darling.” “I thought I had like twelve more to do.” I said dressing in the last gown. “I think that boy needs you more than I do. I’ll get another model to fill you in.” “Are you sure?” “One more chica!” Another shove. I could’ve cried when he told me that. I air kissed him and mouthed 'Thank you.' He only grabbed the air kiss and shoved it into his pocket winking and saying 'You go girl.' I dressed into my clothes and ran from the building speeding down the highway to get home. Jaden was sitting on my steps with his head in his hands. He looked up when I pulled up and shrugged. I climbed out of the car and jogged to him. He stood to meet me. “What’s wrong?” I asked fixing my wedgied clothes. “H-he attacked me. I didn't do anything and he attacked me.” He started. “I’m so sorry.” “What do you mean? What’s going on Jaden?” He opened his hands revealing his bloodstained fingers and knuckles. I don’t know why but I found myself tearing up. “Jaden?” He shook his head again and plopped back onto the stair. My front door was open and the inside was dark. I looked at Jaden before running up the steps through the door and into the living room. “Oh god.” I cried covering my mouth with my hands. Sprawled across the floor was Kyle soaked in blood around his face. He wasn’t moving. I fell beside him crying. “Kyle, oh my god Kyle.” I whimpered. I touched his wet cheek and he flinched a little. I hurriedly pulled out my phone dialing 911. “911 Emergency center how may I help you?” A woman asks. “Send an ambulance quickly! He’s dying.” I shouted. “Ma’am calm down. Is he breathing?” “Just send a fucking ambulance!” I hung up the phone and rushed to the kitchen grabbing a bottled water and a rag. When I returned to Kyle’s side Jaden was standing in the doorway. “What happened Jaden? No lies!” I commanded. He walked over and kneeled next to me assisting with helping to clean Kyle’s face. I now noticed he also had blood on his face. Above his eyes, on his nose and in his scalp. His upper arms were bruised also and were bleeding pretty rapidly. I looked up at him into his eyes as he gazed back into mines. His shimmering grey eyes were filled with sorrow. He reached over and wiped my face and I noticed I was crying. His fingers trailed from my face up to my ear and brushed my hair away pulling me over towards him pressing his lips against mines. Our lips moved slowly but briskly as he asked for permission to enter. I didn't I pulled away from him and looked down at Kyle who was staring up at me in hurt. He didn't say a word. He couldn’t his lips were swollen shut. I felt awful I had just kissed the man that beat his ass in front of him and I was supposed to be his girlfriend. “You should ask him.” Jaden finally said standing. We heard the ambulance approaching. The paramedics poured into my house pushing me out of the way and tending to Kyle. He was still awake as they rolled him out on the gurney. I turned to speak to Jaden but some officers were talking to him. When did they get here? Jaden I know how I look in this awful predicament and I don’t blame anyone who says am a jealous fool. Allyson and Kyle were now going out and I had deal with it but I couldn’t. I love Ally with all my heart and I knew she did too. None of this would’ve happened if I weren’t married and her mom wasn’t such a push. We would be together at her fashion show right now yet men’s egos can blow out of proportion. “Now explain to me what happened son.” An officer asked me jotting down notes. I looked across the room to see Ally being approached by another officer. She couldn’t look at me although she wanted to. “That’s my girlfriend.” I sighed motioning towards Ally. The officer looked at her and back up at me shaking his head in disappointment. “She’s quite the lady; now tell me is this an accident or an intentional act?” He breathes. “On my half officer, it’s an accident.” This was true. “Explain…” “Well am actually a pilot you know on the go all the time and this is one of my little break days.” He nods. “I came to see her when this asshole pounced on me from the back. I wasn’t going to let him beat me up officer.” “Details son details…” He licks the tip of his pen and begin to write some more. “I know where her spare key is kept so I let myself in.” “In other words you were breaking into her house.” “I was surprising her with dinner reservations. I thought she’d be home. Anyways when I got in I went into the kitchen for something to drink. You can check the floor where the glass fell from my hand when whatever his name jumped me.” “I thought...Kyle Richardson was her boyfriend or should I say fiancée?” “You shouldn’t say that actually.” “We found a ring on the floor next to him. How would you explain that?” “I can explain it by telling I was going to propose to her. I love her.” I looked over to Ally seeing the officer that was questioning her nod in approval before walking away. She glared over at me causing me to smile a little but her gaze diverted quickly. “I messed up didn't I?” “Everyone who’s in love always messes up son.” The officer states clicking his pen and also walking away. Something came over me because I darted for Allyson bringing her into my embrace before she could react. Her muscles tightened beneath me and my sweat seeped through my shirt on to her. “Well I think we’re all done here son. Try not to hurt anyone else.” Within a few hours the scene was cleared and Ally and I were the only ones present, standing in her living room. Sadness filled her eyes but it soon diminished when I breathed out goofily to lighten the mood. She made her way over to the kitchen closet and proceeded in cleaning the mess Kyle and I had made. I could tell she still didn’t know what was happening quite yet but I remembered what the officer said. Everyone makes mistakes but it’s the one that loves you who forgives you almost immediately. I cleared my throat and began to help her. She didn't say a word. I began dancing to a small tune in my head to dodge the fact of the previous situation. After a while we were finished. “Am sorry.” I whispered to her. She looked up at me and smiled small. “For what?” She questions fixing her ponytail. “For... never mind.” She giggles, “How’s Hayley?” “Well our divorce was final yesterday so I’m pretty sure she’s doing swell spending my money.” “She worked too didn't she? I mean she wrote magazine articles right?” “Yeah…” She yawns. “I think I’m going to shower and go to bed. You can bunk on the couch for tonight.” She heads up the stairs not bothering to look back. What else could I do but follow her? Allyson Jaden’s thick muscular arms wrapped around my waist and he nuzzled his face into my neck humming softly. The vibration washed a wave of pleasure over me as the shower’s water trickled down our bodies. The bathroom was misty and the only thing visible was our bodies outline. I didn't think that I could do this. He just got out of a relationship and I technically was in one. “Jaden I can’t-” I was cut off by him sucking my neck; pulling on my flesh and rubbing his fingers and shaft against my naked skin. His hands gripped my waist and he spun me around crashing his lips against mines. I couldn’t hold back any longer as I forced my tongue into his mouth and tangled my fingers in his hair moaning softly. His lips worked with mines in motion swirling his tongue around my mouth. I gasped for air and squinted up into his direction. I saw his white teeth imprint in the mist and I shook my head slowly. “I cant.” I stepped out of the shower onto the cold bathroom floor with him soon to follow. He grabbed my hand and spun me around pulling me into him. My breasts rubbed across his chest and his erection touched my moist womanhood. I gasped in unexpected pleasure. His free hand groped my ass and trailed to my leg swooping me off my feet. He headed for the bedroom dropping me onto the bed and climbing above me. He gazed down into my eyes and I into his. “I can.” He whispers. “Is that all you want? Sex?” I teased. Jaden chuckled. “I wouldn’t punch a guy out for sex, love.” With that he pressed his lips to mines and began planting small wet kisses down my neck to my breast taking ahold of one in his mouth. He moaned softly. Jaden Her body is so mesmerizing. I’m sucking one of her plump round breast and massaging the other with my hand. She moved beneath me and played restlessly with my hair when she finally pushed my head lower to her pink dripping pussy. I blew softly on it and stared easily up at her. Her eyes were rolled back as she spread her legs wider for me to eat her. I flicked my tongue across her cherry slurping her juices into my mouth. She was breathing heavily and I liked that...it made me want her more. I cover her pussy with my mouth sucking and pulling on her flesh. I threw her feet over my shoulders to gain better access when... “What the hell is going on here?” A woman’s voice said. It was none other than her mother. I rose to my feet quickly falling off the bed in embarrassment. Ally was pulling the sheets onto her to hide her sexy wet body. I grabbed a teddy from the edge of the bed placing it in front of my manhood secretly cursing out “Shit!” “Mom…what are you doing here?” Allyson stuttered. “The hospital called about Kyle which...” She trailed off and her gaze landed on me. I stepped back shyly feeling her dark eyes piercing my soul. She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head forcefully. “You’re in bed with this moron when your fiancée is in the hospital?” Allyson climbs to her feet beginning to put on some underwear. “Don’t you knock mom?” She replies. It’s like she didn't even care! She played it so smoothly while I’m over here pounding my heart out. Shit, why did her mom have to come at an intimate time like this? “I did knock your moans may have drowned them out.” She waltzes into the room ignoring me completely and pulling clothes onto Ally. “We must go meet Kyle. Your selfishness may have cost us...I mean you another month of proposal.” Allyson suddenly snaps her hands up in the air. “Mom, you caused this shit not me! I’m tired of you telling me who I can or cannot date! Just leave it alone...” She barked. She pulled the shirt the rest of the way down her torso. Why was I still standing here? I snuck to the bathroom to retrieve my clothes while the mother scolded Ally commanding her to take back her previous words. I crept out the door down the stairs to my car closing the door and sighing in disappointment. This time I actually did say "Shit!" Allyson “Oh god mom!” I screamed. I hastily tried to put my boots on seeing that it was now raining outside. “Allyson, now you listen here young lady. I have worked my ass off to find a nice man for you and you go about sleeping with this married pilot. I mean come on he doesn’t even make that much money. A lawyer like Kyle is the one for you.” She nags. “Kyle couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag for a single ticket case and you expect me to find him successful and even love him? Sure he makes money but it isn’t love mom. Didn't you love dad? I mean for Christ sake.” I marched out of the room and down the stairs with her still trailing behind me. “I loved your father because he could satisfy me.” “That’s not what love is mom! Now Jaden and I...that’s love.” “Stop it right now young lady. You do not love that man. Maybe because he’s got a big dingy you find him more attractive than Kyle.” “What the hell does the size of their penis’ matter mom? Wait how do you know Jaden’s bigger than Kyle’s?” “That Jaden fella was naked over you Ally I saw everything.” “But you would have to see Kyle’s to compare whose is bigger.” I could’ve vomited. “You had sex with Kyle?” “Allyson Abigail Rodriguez-“ “Stop right there mom. You really did have sex with Kyle. That’s fucked up.” I know my language was not appropriate to be using towards my mother but I didn't give a damn at this point. She dragged me out of bed with the one I love so much, Jaden and now she just threw herself under the bus by comparing their dick’s which by the way Jaden is way bigger. We were now in my car driving to the hospital to meet Kyle. I didn't even see Jaden leave but I knew he’d be back later so I didn't worry. “Honey why would you say that?” “Mom don’t shit with my mind I’m already pissed off as is. Did you or did you not sleep with Kyle?” “...yes but it was once.” “Was it when we were together?” “What do you care you don’t like him.” “I would be fucking fucked the fuck off if you did. You’re supposed to be my god damn mother.” Quietness filled the car. She couldn’t speak because she knew it was while we were supposedly together. Ewe that’s gross. Now I felt filthy for having some sort of connection with my mother in a messed up way. Kyle and I had sex last night! I know its an exaggeration but I just wanted to know what the hell was going on here. “Mom don’t mess with me...answer the question.” She sighed deeply and placed her hand on my knee. I quickly shook it off and turned to her as we approached a stop light. “Honey, I didn't want to hurt you. I was drunk that night.” She started. “When was this?” “Last month...” “If you weren’t my mother I would tell you to get the fuck out of my car.” “Now Allyson I’m sick and tired of you using this foul language. I get you’re upset but it’s done. No sense crying over it.” How the hell can she tell me that? Was she actually supposed to be my mother at this point? I wasn’t crying I was blazing with anger! “Don’t tell me I’m crying as a matter of fact Helen don’t tell me what to do.” “Helen?” She questions. The cars behind me started to honk bringing me back to where reality actually made sense in my mind. I couldn’t look at her anymore I was disgusted. “Yes, Helen. I no longer consider you to be a mother figure. Sure you’re my birth mother-“ “That’s it exactly Allyson. I’m your birth mother and you must respect me.” I paused breathing deeply to myself. “I respect those who respect me.” We rode the rest of the way in silence. Kyle was sleeping when we arrived. Soaked gauze wrapped his face and a few stitches here and there. Boy did Jaden give him a whoop ass. Speaking of Jaden I pulled my cell out and dialed his number waiting for him to answer. Helen was in next to Kyle shyly now that I knew their little secret but I wasn’t ready to confront them both yet I’d rather have Jay here. Wow, I thought, I’m actually on nickname basis with him now. Now I didn't really have anything to worry about. Jay was single I was single (in my mind) we were bound for each other. “Hello?” Jaden winced. His voice was silky smooth on the other end. How had I not mentioned that before? My insides fluttered at his voice and stepped outside the room. “You hurt Kyle pretty bad Jay.” I said sarcastically. I heard him chuckle, the chuckle he would get when he was horny. Come to think of it so was I judging by the fact we were rudely interrupted by my mother. “I did? Wow I had no idea.” I sensed him grinning on the other end. “Where are you?” I braced my back against the wall crossing my legs in front of me and folding my hands together. The nurses and doctors shuffled down the halls ignoring my now explicit conversation. Jaden was at McDonalds then he was going to go pick something up from Wal-Mart before returning to my house. I told him he could now live with me so he might want to get some moving trucks to go over to his former home. To think that my mood had changed from guilty to lovey dovey with Jay. “I love you.” He says at the end of the conversation. “I love you more.” I replied clicking the end button then preparing myself to confront both Kyle and Helen for he was now awake. Jaden The boxes with my things were now in the living room of our house. I liked the sound of that but I would love the sound of Allyson Abigail Murray even better. The eighteen carat diamond ring I had purchased for her glistened in the dim ceiling lights. I smiled to myself thinking about how I should ask her to marry me and how she would react. I decided to watch some television to pass the time that she was gone when finally at around 11:45 she stormed into the house with an annoyed yet relieved look on her face. My legs were cocked on the chair and I was slugging a cold beer. She closed her eyes for a second and sighed before walking over to me and flopping on top of my body. She nuzzled her chin on my chest and stared up at me innocently. “What’s wrong now?” I asked puckering my lips to kiss her. She closed her eyes and leaned up pressing her top lip to my bottom one. “Don’t even get me started...” She says and began telling me the horrific and very strange story of her mother and her now ex-boyfriends affair. Apparently Kyle wanted to be with the mother first off but the mother refused him and introduced him to Allyson. While they were now together Kyle wouldn’t stop pressuring the mother so they finally agreed to have sex one time in order for Kyle and Ally to have a...decent relationship. Ally and her mother both were ecstatic that I beat his ass and her mom only disliked me because she thought I knew. I gave her another wet beer drowned kiss and said, “It’s all better now honey.” She only smiled weakly. “Do you want a nice long bath with your man?” I suggested as sexily as I could. She planted a peck on my hairless chest which I took as a yes. I told her to start the water as I got the Champaign (and the ring) for us to use. When I entered the bathroom minutes later she was already in the tub swishing bubbles around instantly giving me a hard on (yet I already had one). I handed her a glass and poured some for her and also in my glass. Stripping quickly I climbed into the tub with her. Her body was soft as I ran my hand up her thighs. My manhood was rubbing against her womanhood and our lips were entangled as the soft pleasure moans echoed in the bathroom. I scooped her over onto me and her lower back rotated on my dick. I slowly and softly massaged her shoulders as her head rested on my chest. “I hope my mom doesn’t walk in on us again.” She states. “I’m not in the mood for interruptions.” I smiled and kissed her once again yet it became harder and more passionate. She twisted back around and was now easing onto my shaft. She slid up and down slowly before quickening the pace. The water lapped against the sides of the tub and am pretty sure my balls were slapping as well. I grabbed her breast and pulled on them bringing her closer into me as I began to suck on them. They didn't taste different apart from the water and soap trickling down her body. “Oh yes.” She moans. I grunted and grabbed her waist jabbing her lower onto me. My climatic peak was a few miles up but hers was just around the corner. She suddenly stops and rotates her hips twitching like a maniac before starting again. I didn't release her hips as I forced deeper and harder into her lifting my ass from the tub floor. “Jay-jay-jay...oh shit!” She screamed. I couldn’t hold back any longer I held my breath and released letting my sperms fill her tight fat pussy. She collapsed seconds after onto me breathing vigorously, twitching with pleasure and giggling goofily. I do want to have kids with her and only her. I hope this did the trick. I quickly grabbed the ring because she wasn’t looking at me and opened it above her head. Hiding it behind her I gave her her glass and she slurped hungrily. “I know this is sudden Ally but I loved you from the day we met.” I started. “I loved you too and I loved what we just did.” She was still giggling on my chest. “Well, I want to spend the rest of my life with you Allyson.” “Me too. Who else would I spend it with...certainly not Kyle.” I sucked in my breath, “Would you marry me?” Her head shot up and she stared at me then at the ring I bought her. She was speechless but after a couple of seconds tears welded in her eyes and she nodded. Her lips suddenly crashed against mines and I heard crying in her throat. Wow. Allyson and Jaden We were beyond happiness ecstatic even. We couldn’t say anything but dwell in the moment. After coming out of the daze we looked at each other in the eye and said, “I love you and I didn't get the chance to tell you that…I've missed you.” Epilogue It's sundown, the day after our honeymoon. Jaden carried me over the threeshold into our condo where we would spend the last of our nights. We've managed to acquire a Victorian on the mountains where we raise our coming child. The rooms were filled with boxes of ours and the fetus' belongings. As Jaden rested my feet onto the floor he pulled off my hat and planted a wet kiss onto my lips. He bended to his knees and kissed my stomach which was shielded by a thin purple dress. I ran my fingers through his thick black hair as he hummed to my bulging stomach. Who knew being pregnant would be so tiresome? "I need a seat, Jay." I groaned and shuffled over to the couch. I have a piercing headache and everything annoys the life out of me. I closed my eyes and thought back to our honeymoon which was just four weeks ago. The beautiful pink sand of Antiguan beaches between my swollen toes and the seemingly beautiful sun radiating onto my skin. The best part about it is Jaden sitting just feets away from me. I love him and the fact that us getting married and having children, even at the age of twenty four, makes me happy. More to come of the epilogue! Hope you liked it! Text: All rights reserved. This book is purely fictional. No character or other aspect of this book was taken from a real life event. If so happen any of this book is true it is purely a coincidence . Also no part of this book is to be re produced without the authors consent. Thank you. Images: Google image Editing: Sephia Gallop All rights reserved. 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Catherine Jones The Sex Slave the forced bonded girl Chapter 1 - The Bonded Girl Hello! I am Kate. I was a student of medical sciences before but this one person changed my life. He wasn’t a good man but he became the reason for my pleasure. I accidentally met him but he became the best part of my life. I am an orphan. I had no parents and of course, was sent to an orphanage. I grew up there. I just wanted to make my life easier with luxury so I studied a lot and wanted to become a surgeon coz I felt that life of surgeons was easier and they had a lot of profit coming up. I did all well in my studies and was selected in the best college in our state. My days in the orphanage were over. I had a part-time job in the college where I worked in my free hours and earned. Chapter 2  One day I was returning from the library, someone bumped into me. He said that I was beautiful and followed me till my Dorm. He followed me each and every day.   One day I asked him why was he following me. He said, “I like your figure. You look beautiful. Want to be my slave?”    I didn’t know what to say so I just walked off and he followed me. Before going into the Dorm I turned to him and asked for friendship. He was like “okay I want to be your friend.” We knew each other that day. His name was George. It was a holiday the next day so he asked me to come to his house. I went to his house that day. We watched movies and talked.   After a short while he asked me again, “do you want to become my slave?”   I said, “How? Aren’t we friends? No! I would never want to become someone’s slave. I don’t want to become your friend lets break our friendship. Now you are just nobody to me.”   He was never seen since we broke up.   After a few months, somebody came to me. He was a masked man and kidnapped me and I fainted.     Chapter 3   When I woke up I found myself tied with ropes. I cannot speak nor see as my mouth and eyes were also tied with hand towels. Then I heard the opening of the door.   He talked, “hope you still remember me. I want you to be my sex slave. Not just a slave.”   I got to know that he was George. I wanted to talk but I couldn’t. Later I felt something inject in me. It was a syringe. I felt dizzy and drifted into sleep.   When I woke up I found myself tied with chains. I was naked wearing only a bra and panties. My legs were tied apart. My hands were tied at the top of my head. There were chains around my boobs tied very tight that I can hardly breathe.   After a little time, George came in. He saw me awake and said, “now that you are awake let me tell you that you are going to become one of the people who is very much interested in porn, sex, BDSM sex, and lust. You have no idea what is going to happen with you. You will be all over the internet, on al porn sites” he started pressing my boobs, squeezing my tits and rubbing my pussy after speaking.   I said, “Do you mean that you will take a video of my naked body and post it on the internet?”   “Yes, of course, you will be on the internet. On Instagram, Facebook, porn sites, YouTube and your naked images will be on Google”   “Please don’t do this. Please”   “Wait for a while, you’ll enjoy it. You will beg me to post your videos and pictures on the internet.”   “No, I won’t do that please please make it stop please”   I moaned asking for help, begging him, “Please please stop it I am not what you think. I can’t be interested in such things. Please stop it please.”   He went aside and brought a flying camera. The camera was in the air shooting me.   He said, “now that you request me I’ll not rub and squeeze at the same time. I’ll start with your boobs and slowly move down to your pussy.”   He started pressing my boobs, squeezing them and started appreciating my tits.  I moaned. It felt good but I didn’t know that it felt good. He removed my bra exposing my boobs to the camera.   He squeezed them so much that I felt the pain. I moaned in pain. He started pressing my nipples so very hard. He brought some syringes and injected one in my boobs   I asked him, “why? What is this for?”   He said, “so that you don’t get pregnant”   He started licking and biting my nipples. I felt the pain. I just moaned and moaned.       Chapter 4   He said, “now that your nipples are very hot I’ll move down to your pussy”   Rubbing my pussy he said, “So you really enjoy it! You are all wet down here.”   He removed my pantie and injected the same serum into my pussy. He started rubbing it. After rubbing he started licking it.   I thought, “Wow it really feels good. Oh my god, I’m Cumming like hell and want this feeling again.” No sooner my expression changed and I started to moan in pleasure. I didn’t know that the expression on my face changed but George observed it. He slowly released my hands and legs but I didn’t notice them and started enjoying it.   George said, “Now you actually are in pleasure. Let me fix a vibrator into you”   “No you got it all wrong I don’t want this. Stop it” I actually didn’t want George to know that I felt good.   “Oh! Then why don’t you escape I’ve left your hands and legs open.”   I then got to know that he has already unchained me. I held George by my hand and brought him close to my boobs and asked him to suck my boobs. After a while, I wanted to kiss so I just brought George to my lips and kissed him. We tongue kissed with his hands squeezing my nipples. He opened the zip of his trousers and led his dick out. He wanted me to suck his dick. I also wanted to suck his so before he could say anything I went to his dick and starts sucking it.   He again chained me and tied my legs apart and started fingering my pussy. I moaned in pleasure. He pinned my pussy apart so that he could fix a vibrator into me. He fixed it inside me and pressed the button of the remote. And something inside me started vibrating in me it felt so good that I cummed again and again. I felt too good. After that, he switched off the remote   It was evening so he unchained me and asked me to come to another room. I asked, “What? Naked?”   He said “of course”   I went with him he took the flying camera and we went to the room. There was a laptop in that room. He took the memory card out of the camera and connected to his laptop and posted it in PornHub, Brazzers, Gotporn, device bondage, YouTube, Instagram, and Facebook. Chapter 5  At night he tied me on the ceiling so that I can’t stand on my legs. They were up in the air. He flew the flying cameras and switched on the vibrator. It vibrated so much that I really wanted to put my hands on my vagina but I was unable to do it as my hands were tied. The expressions on my face changed continuously. I cummed a lot at that time. He took another vibrator and put it outside my vagina and it vibrated so much. I moaned in pleasure. I was exhausted but I wanted more. It was about 12 o'clock. He did not switch off the vibrator instead he left me like that leaving the cameras flying. I was unable to sleep. The vibrator controlled me. That night was the best night. I enjoyed that night with very pleasure. The pleasure it gave to me was so awesome that I would never forget this feeling. Next day he posted the video taken by the camera on porn sites. Chapter 6 That day he showed me the best sex torture. Though it felt painful I enjoyed it. That was the first time I was naked for such a long time. He took me to the previous room. He tied me to a pole with the help of chains. He clipped my nipples. It felt so painful. He tied my legs apart. He made me sit on a big vibrator and switched it on. He switched on the vibrator which he fit inside me. It hurt so much. I really wanted to put my hands on my vagina. He went to the top; he tightened the clip on my nipples. I moaned in pain. He took his cell phone and made a call saying, “guys there is a good virgin chick with me. Come over we’ll have a feast today.” After a short while, there came two men. George introduced them to me. The one with spectacles was Dylan. The one with the hot body was Tyler. I was just looking at them.   George said, “How is she. Looks good with perfect body right”   Dylan was pressing my clipped boobs. It felt so painful that I yelled in pain. He said, “Yeah she has a good spongy boob. I like them. Let me check her pussy. He went down and started rubbing my pussy. I cummed. He fingered it. It went too deep. That it hurt inside. I just couldn’t help but moan.   Tyler came to me and he directly inserted his nine-inch dick into my pussy. It was too painful and when I was about to shout Dylan tied the spongy ball in my mouth. I was unable to scream but it felt good. That day I got to know how it feels to be in pain as well as pleasure.   Tyler said, “What a tight pussy. These virgin girls are so great. How can’t they have sex? Now her virginity belongs all of us. As your leader, I invite you to come and enjoy her.”   George untied me. He clipped off my nipples. It felt more painful when unclipped. He removed the ball in my mouth and the vibrator in my pussy. He took me to the bed at the corner of that room and tied me there. He tied my legs and hands apart to the side poles of the bed. The three unzipped their trousers. George’s dick went into my mouth. Dylan’s dick went into my ass hole and Tyler's dick into my pussy. The three at the same time inserted their dicks into my body. It was painful for some time but as time went it became good. I wanted more and more but I was too tired to get more into me. He already flew the cameras so that he could post it on porn sites.   After that night I totally changed every night the sex team would come over and enjoy me like hell.   Publication Date: August 9th 2020 https://www.bookrix.com/-ta88abcd01f82f5

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Ladydelight L.D.Manning The Incubus House Of Pleasure Part 1 The Apples Part One: The Apple   Once again Bee found herself standing outside the 'Incubus house’. Unsure if her heart could take any more of her two lovers. Yet knowing she couldn't stop herself from coming back. Catching her coat before the midnight wind could blow it open, Bee proceeded to walk into the building.   Welcoming the smell of sex, Bee let it add to her own growing desires. Letting it heat up her body with excitement. Pussy dampening her panties, Bee found herself stopping at their door. Her heart beat faster as her hand hovered above the door nod. Why was she doing this to herself? They didn't love her . . . not like she loved them. But like a drug, She couldn't stop herself, she needed them. Opening the door Bee found her two greatest lovers lying side by side. Ther naked bodies making her catch her breath.. Radon and Aden, like all incubus, were tall and lean. Their violet hair was as oddly alluring as their dark gray skin, that looked brushed with silver. Everything about them gave away their demon heritage. It had been the one thing Bee had demanded of them, once she had fallen in love. She had demanded that they not hide their true self. They didn't have to hide their hair, their eyes, or even their tails, a tail that had a smooth ball at its tip. Bee bit her lip at the thought of what that ball did last time. She would love them, every part of them. And looking at Aden's silver goatee and Radon's silver head of hair. Wasn't going to be a hard thing. They were perfect, Bee thought to herself as she closed the door behind her. They were a perfect balance, were Aden was intense and always on control. Radon was relaxed and ready to go wherever the pleasure took him. "Take off your clothing my little queen Bee." Aden's dark erotic voice said, forever the dominant one in their little game of seduction. Shivers of delight played up and down Bee's body, hardening her nipples. Taking off her jacket, Bee watched as Radon came to stand behind her. The heat of his body touched her, right before his lips made contact with her neck. A whispering moan escaped from her, as electric heat shot up and down her body. Stopping only at her aching pussy, making it throb and drip for more. "Don't stop, keep taking it off," Aden said again, his hand going to his hard cock. Bee could see it sitting heavy in his hand. To know that not even she, could completely wrap her hands around him. Made her nipples harder, her body tingle and her green eyes slightly close with lust. Oh, she wanted them, wanted them more then she had ever wanted anything. Taking off her shirt, Bee watched as Aden played with himself. His brown eyes dropping low with passion as he watched her. "Radon," she moaned. His hand was on her breast as soon as her bra hit the floor. He cupped her full breasts, squeezed and rubbed her hard brown nipples. She was hot, so hot and needy right now. Radon moved the ball of his tail to her clitoris and slowly slid it up and down, wet slit. Bee's body grew greedy for more, she always wanted more. "On your knees," Aden snapped with lust and power. Bee didn't know how she or Radon came to be on the floor next to the bed. Then again she really didn't give a fuck at that moment either. Aden stood in front of her, stroking himself harder. "Tell us, baby, tell us where you want Radon to fuck you." Mind in bliss, body sensitive and aching, Bee licked her lips. Before answering him with air that wasn't even in her lungs yet. "P-pussy," she said as she licking her lips again, "Fuck me in the pussy with your tail." Outside of the bedroom, she would have never said such words. There was a time where she wouldn't even say them there. But here, with them, she felt like she could do anything, say anything. "You heard our little queen. Tail fuck her." Having those words spoken barely stopped her from crying out in surprise, when he entered her. His tail pushed deep within her pussy, her inner muscle trying to push him out only to have him push deeper. Bee was moaning long and hard, with the feel of him forcing his way in and out of her body, with mind-blowing speed. Bee moving her hips to meet with his thrust. Radon moaned into his throat. While his sensitive tail was moving inside of Bee's wet pussy. He knew she was about to cum, but didn't let that stop him from taking her over a humans 'orgasm’ and giving her a demonic-climax. It was something that made them see, taste, and feel pleasure. This was the kind of climax that not only filled the one having it, but everyone around her as well. It also feeds the Incubus, giving them. a more heightened sense of pleasure. that only Incubus can reach. Bee climaxed with a scream. Her whole body was shaking, as her mind was engulfed in a new world of desire. Without wasting any time Aden stepped forward and made her come eye to eye with his cock. His pre-cum showing on his head. "Lick it off," he demanded, hitting her on the cheek with it. Bee opened her mouth eagerly, knowing his pleasure was her pleasure. With one good lick Bee took Aden's dick into her moist mouth, licking it right before she sucked it in deeper. "Ah, that's it baby deep throat that shit . . . Ooh fuck." Aden's hand pushed into her dark hair then held her there so he could pound in from an angle. Bee's sweet pink lips tightened as she ran her tongue along his vain then sucked harder, allowing herself to pull back and roll her tongue across the head, then take him deeper. Hot fire shot up his cock, making his toes curl and his eyes roll back. Radon continued to fuck her pussy with his tail, letting his erection enter her tight little ass. They all groaned together, their pleasure becoming a single energy that filled them all over. They moved as one, at a pace set only by self-satisfaction. Letting her head go, Aden finally let her take control and she slid her tongue across his balls which made him suck in a breath of absolute pleasure. "Ah . . . Blessed. . . Antichrist I'm going to cum." Aden said grinding his teeth together. A burning in her belly began to grow in all of them. Bee, who felt so full yet so empty, raised her hips to Radon as a silent plea to go faster, harder, and so much deeper. As if he had heard every word, Radon's strokes became deeper, and his hip hit her harder, making his balls smack against her ass. The pleasure and pain of his thrust added to the burning heat in her belly until it all just shot through them. Bee arched her back, letting them cum inside her. The world stopped, the energy that filled her took away everything around her, leaving only the ecstasy of the moment. . . They fell to the ground, exhausted from what felt like hours of love making. Radon lied on his side next to Bee, and Aden sat leaning against the bed. Their breath was hard, and the only sound was their hearts. Radon still had his tail inside her pussy. It's presence now becoming a little painful, but she would never ask him to take it out, not when it felt so right. A little over an hour later, Bee walked out into the cold air, her black hair blowing wildly through the wind. Kissing her soft vanilla skin as the crack of dawn approached. Letting her coat swallowing her slim form, Bee walked to the homed. Bee wanted to cry, scream, and shout, all at the same time. They had once again cast her aside like a dirty shirt, to wear only when they wanted to...Like she was just supposed to be happy that they didn't take her soul. How many other souls did they not take? How many times had this gone on? How many times would she let this happen? "You look troubled young lady. What's on your mind?" A small voice said from behind her. Bee stopped, just now noticing the old woman waiting by the bus stop. Turning around, Bee looked closer at the old woman. Her back was humped over, and her face saggy with old age. She had a black robe on her too skinny figure, that seemed to thin to stop any cold air that may hit her. "And by the look of the lines on your forehead they must be men problems," the old lady said. "Well yes, but how did you know." The old woman cut Bee off with a wave of her hand. "I've seen you walking in and out of that sex house many time girl. Hell, when I was your age, I was in and out of there.” The older woman gave a dark dry laugh, as she gave Bee a pitiful look. “Let me guess, you've fallen in love with one of the workers. But they don't love you back." Shit, was it that common, was she like every other woman they had. Bee couldn't deny it any longer. She would most likely end up like this woman, alone and talking to a stranger to comfort herself. Hell's bells she was thirty-seven beating on Fifty door and that's when they would truly cast her aside and never pick her back up. "Yes child, I was like you. If only I had these apples when I was your age. I would have had him to myself for eternity. . . But now-," Her voice cut off as if that was enough said. Her skinny fingers pulling out two perfectly red apples, from her rob. Bee's head snapped to the apples that now sat in the old woman's hands. Was this what she needed to have her happily ever after? Were these apples some kind of love potion to demons? "May I have them?" Bee looked at the old woman, then the apples, then at the old woman again. This was very familiar . . . Bee just could not put her finger on it. “Alright, I'll give them to you, but once you give it to them, they will never release you," the old woman said. Bee's thoughts went to every time they made love to her, how they had been on a level more than sex . . . Well to her, it seemed more than sex. Her thoughts went to how she wanted them to hold her through the night. . . "And you're sure it won't kill them," Bee said as she took the apples into her hands, like they were glass that could break at any time. They were so perfect and fresh. "Yes, yes, now I must go. My bus is coming, goodbye little Bee." The old lady walks to the edge of the sidewalk as a bus pulled up. Giving one more wave the old women disappeared onto the bus. Stuffing the apples in the pockets of her coat, Bee walked off once again. It wasn't until Bee made it home that she remembered. . . She never told the old lady that she was in love with 'Two' men . . . or that her name was Bee. Editing: Big thanks to Persona for editing this story Publication Date: June 17th 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-ladydeligh

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Cherie Benjamin United with the Family United Series #1 (completed) Chapter 1 Nazario Leone sat in his office and looked out the window at the Seattle skyline. He thought back at how wonderful his life and turned out and it was all because of his family. It wasn’t just his wonderful wife, Rosa, who was the love of his life, or their only son Kane, but also the family of men and women who were a part of his mafia family, all of whom he had taken the vow to protect. He had been given the reins of the family from his father at the age of 25 and he had planned on turning over the family to his son when he turned 25, but Kane still had not met the most important detail to take over the family. Kane had met every demand that Nazario had put before him and exceeded each one. However, the demand that still needs to be met was the one that had been passed down from one Don to another. It was critical that it happened because it showed the family that the leader was just that; a leader of a family. The Don of the family had to be married. Turning around toward his desk, he looked at the photo of Rosa. He hoped that Kane would have found someone like her with whom to share his life. Rosa and he had been very proud that he had decided to not only to follow in his father's footsteps to become the head of the family, but also that he’d studied become a Dom. Yes, Nazario Leone was the Don of the Italian Mafia in Seattle, but was also a Dominant. His father had been a Dominant and so had his grandfather. Being a Dominant gave Nazario the discipline and drive to be a very powerful Don. He was patient, not quick tempered, and always looked ahead for the best solution for a problem. He had met Rosa at a play party given by his parents, and immediately knew that she was the one for him. He first saw her when she was in a waiting position in a beginner submissive class that was being held during the party. Rosa was the daughter of one of his father's friends, who was also in the community. Seeing her naked except for her panties with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and sitting on her heels with her legs open, waiting for a master to take control of her was almost too much for Nazario. She was exquisite. After the class ended, he went to her and asked if she would like to go somewhere and talk. Rosa Morin knew who Nazario Leone was and was shocked he had come up to her and asked to talk to her. She had known about her family being part of the BDSM community for a few years and she had read a lot of material concerning the lifestyle. After studying for a while, she realized that she had submissive traits and needed to find a dominant to make her feel complete. So just a short time later, there she was, on a couch with a glass of white wine in her hand, listening to the man who would make all her fantasies come true. Nazario Leone and Rosa Morin began their Dominant/submissive relationship that night, and a few short weeks they realized that they were in love. They got married in a large wedding, fit for the future Don of the Leone family and then, later in the evening, a small collaring ceremony was held with Nazario’s mentor and his submissive as witnesses. Rosa’s left hand held her wedding band that showed the world that she was married, but, around her neck, she wore a diamond collar that showed the community she was owned by Nazario Leone. After Nazario and Rosa's wedding, Nazario's father handed the reins over to Nazario and he became the Don of the Leone family. Nazario and Rosa had been married for two years when, one day, he came home to find Rosa waiting for him by the door in nothing but high heels and her collar. At her feet sat a small gift bag. "My pet, what is going on?" Nazario asked. Rosa waited to answer, knowing that Nazario needed to give her permission when she was in sub mode. "You may answer," Nazario said with a smile.  His little sub always worked hard to please him and, oh, how she pleased him. "Your pet has a special gift for you."Rosa said as she picked up the bag and handed to Nazario with her head still down.  She had learned, over time, to always keep the rules that he had set for her. Nazario took the bag from Rosa’s hand and opened it. He took the item that was wrapped in tissue out of the bag and began to unwrap it. It was a piece of paper that had been rolled into a scroll with a pink/blue ribbon tied around it. Nazario unrolled the paper to find it was a doctor's report, but the word that beamed off the paper was the word PREGNANT. "Rosa, is this what I think it is?" Nazario asked. "Yes," Rosa said, head still facing the floor. Nazario dropped the bag and paper and picked Rosa up from her kneeling position. Tears running down his eyes, he took his finger and pulled Rosa's chin up so he could see her eyes. They were also filled with tears. "You have made me the luckiest man in the world." "I am the lucky one." During the next few months, Nazario and Rosa kept the baby a secret until they were certain that everything was fine. During Rosa's 2oth week, an ultrasound was set up to find out the sex of the baby. It was then that they found out that they were having the next leader of the family. Nazario and Rosa set up a party, invited all the family, and announced they were having a baby. The family was excited and happy for the couple. After the announcement to the family had been made, Nazario took Rosa to a party being held by another Dom, who was a good friend of Nazario's, and it was there that he made the announcement of the pending birth of his child to the community. The months that followed were filled with love and excitement about the upcoming birth of their child. A nursery was prepared with everything a little baby needed, and more was on the way from friends and from Nazario himself. One night, as Nazario and Rosa slept in their bed, Rosa awoke with a feeling of wetness below her. She rolled out of bed. When she stood, a gush of water flowed out of her. "Nazario...NAZARIO!" Rosa yelled. Nazario heard his name being screamed, and he instinctively reached for his gun. When he turned on the lamp by the bed, and looked over to where he had heard his name being yelled, he saw Rosa standing beside the bed with her hand wrapped around her very large stomach. "Rosa, what is wrong?" Nazario asked. "My water broke, it's time." Nazario jumped from the bed, gun still in his hand, and ran to the door. "Tony, get the car." Nazario screamed for his driver. "Nazario, you can put the gun away." Rosa giggled. Nazario shook his head and put the gun on the bed. "Get dressed; we need to go the hospital." Rosa said as she turned to change from her wet gown. They were dressed and out the door to the hospital in less than five minutes. Nazario's men followed to make sure nothing happened to their Boss and his family. They arrived at the hospital and were taken up the birthing suites. The hours ticked by and Rosa suffered through each contraction. Finally, eight hours into labor, the baby’s heart rate bottomed out. Her doctor quickly decided they needed to take the baby now. She was quickly prepped for a cesarean and wheeled to the operating room. Nazario wasn't allowed to go in; he had to wait outside in the waiting room for the news of his wife and child. He never had been so scared in his entire life, but the thought of not having Rosa in his life scared him. She was his anchor in life; she kept him grounded and he couldn't see how he would survive without her. He prayed and prayed that she and their child would be okay. "Mr. Leone." Dr. Grady said, as he removed his surgical cap from his. Nazario jumped to his feet. "How are Rosa and the baby?" "The baby is great; it’s an eight pound, six ounce boy with a head full of hair. Mrs. Leone is currently in recovery. Mr. Leone, I must let you know that she lost a lot of blood due to an issue with her uterus. We tried everything we could to stop the blood, but the only thing we could do to make it stop was a total hysterectomy. I am sorry." "What does that mean?" Nazario asked. "Mr. Leone, she will not be able to have any more children. I am sorry." Nazario looked at the doctor and let the words sink in. Rosa was in recovery, his son was fine, but they would never have another child. Was it important? No, as long as he still had his Rosa and their boy. He would have loved more children, but as long as he had them, nothing else mattered. "When can I see her?" "I will take you back in a little while. In the meantime, would you like to go see your son?" "Yes, please." Dr. Grady led Nazario down the hall to the elevators and went down to the third floor where the nursery was. Scanning his ID at the door, he opened it and led Nazario to the bassinet where his son lay. Nazario stood beside the bassinet and looked down at his son. He was wrapped tightly in a blue blanket and had a little blue cap on his head. Nazario reached down and gently caressed his little cheek. "I promise you that I will always love you and keep you safe." Later in the evening, Nazario was allowed to visit Rosa. After a while, he broke the news about not being able to have any more children. Rosa was, of course, disappointed in herself, but Nazario assured her that it didn't matter. As long as she was alive and healthy, that was all that mattered. Nazario and Rosa finally made it home after spending a week in the hospital. They brought their precious baby boy, whom they named Kane Anthony, and began their life together as a family. The years passed by and the Leone family was filled with love and happiness. Kane grew up into a bright and very good-looking young man. Nazario groomed Kane to be able to take over the family business one day. The family business involved gun selling and protection services, but also several legal businesses. They owned many restaurants, office buildings, and nightclubs. They also owned five BDSM clubs in Seattle and were known in the community as some of the best establishments in the area. Kane was told about the community that Nazario and Rosa were members of; he also learned that they were still in a dominant/submissive relationship after all these years. He was shocked, at first, but after long conversations with his parents and other members of the community, he learned that the traits that his father had they made him a dominant were traits he shared. Therefore, he began to train to become a Dom himself. Kane became a very sought out Dom, submissives always tried to be noticed by him. He was well known for his Shibari, or intricate rope tying, and his complete dedication to being a hard, but fair Dominant. Kane would take on a submissive, but after a few months, he ended the arrangement. He seemed to lose interest in each one after only a few months. He hoped that, with each new submissive, he would find what his parents had, but, with each one, there was no spark. Kane ran the clubs and made sure they were kept in the standard they were known for. He hired Uriel Brookshire, the son of Nazario’s capo, to take care of the day-to-day operations. Uriel was also a dominant and was in a long-term relationship with his submissive. He had met her at a beginner class and took her as his submissive and taught her everything she knew. Their relationship was one the strongest in the community. Her name was Katrina Henderson. She had just finished her degree at the University of Washington and was starting up her own design company. She didn't live with Uriel, but, rather, with a roommate, whom she had lived with since starting college. Kane hadn't met her roommate, but had heard that she had also graduated UW with a degree in business administration and was having a hard time finding a job. Uriel asked Kane if it was okay if he hired her to be a server at Diamond Knots. Kane questioned Uriel if she knew anything about the community. He told him that she didn't, but he would have a long conversation about it, along with the required reading material. If she didn't feel comfortable, he wouldn’t push it, but he hoped she would take it. He knew she really needed a job. "What does she look like?" Kane questioned. Diamond Knots was known for being the best BDSM club; it needed the best of the best people working there. "Kane, she is really gorgeous. She is about 5'4", long brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you ever saw. They are like chocolate; they pull you in without you suspecting a thing." "Okay, if you say she is good, I believe you." Kane said. Kane worked hard. Everything his father asked him to do, he did with perfection and hoped one day soon to be able to take over the family. Nazario called Kane to his office to let him know that he had one more task to perform before he would be allowed to take over the family business. "Thanks for coming, Kane." "No problem, is there something you need?" "Actually, I wanted to talk about taking over the family. The Leone Organization is built on the foundation of the family. The family is the most important thing and should be put first in all things. That being said, Kane, you have made me very proud and the organization has one more task that has to be done before you can take over." "Dad, whatever it is, I am ready to do it." "The leader of the family has to be married." Chapter 2   Ara made her way back to her apartment. Another long day of dropping off resumes and filling out applications, to find no one was hiring was disheartening. It had been two months since graduation and she hadn't found anything in her field. She had received her master’s degree in business administration from the University of Washington and had finished in the top five percent of the class, but that didn't matter in this economy. She was getting desperate, because her student loan bills were getting ready to kick in for repayment and her minimum wage coffee shop job was not going to cut it. Thank goodness Katrina continued to be her roommate even after graduation. The money she contributed helped Ara keep a roof over her head and food in her stomach, at least for a little while. Ara knew that Katrina would probably be moving soon, because she had been dating the same guy for the last two years and they were very serious about each other. Serious was putting it mildly. They were intense. Uriel Brookshire was one of the managers at a high end club, he and Katrina had met at some type of party at another club two years ago and had been inseparable ever since. Katrina spent every weekend, from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening, at Uriel's home. The second weekend she had spent at his home, she came back with a diamond choker necklace, which she never took off. Uriel was always buying her clothes, jewelry, and lingerie. Hell, he even bought her a car. At first, Ara thought it was strange, but over time, she looked back and noticed that Uriel treated Katrina as if she was the most precious thing in the world. He opened the doors for her, pulled out her chair, stood when she got up from the table, walked with her to door after every date, as if she was what the world revolved around, instead of the sun. This is what Ara had always looked for in a man. Growing up, her mother was always a free spirit, she divorced Ara’s dad when Ara was just three and took her to live in Arizona. She never was mean to Ara, but was never nurturing, either, and Ara craved to have someone shower her with love. The time she was required to spend with her father was awkward. Mave was not a man who showed emotions. He was the Chief of police in a small town in Washington. When he didn't have Ara, he spent the time working, fishing, or watching sports on T.V. He just didn't know how to be a father. So Ara grew up with two parents who had no idea how to express love to their only child. Ara was a loner. At eighteen years old, she spent most of her time reading. She read everything from romance to horror. One day she came across a book about BDSM. At first, she put it back on the shelf, but as she began to let go of the book, she felt a desire to read it. She checked it out, thanking the library gods for self-checkout and took the book home. After dinner, she took out the book and began to read. As she read about being a submissive, she realized that that was what she was. The more she read, the more she understood why she felt the way she did. She stayed up all night reading the book and was excited to return the book so she could find more on the subject. She read every book the library held about BDSM and did hours and hours of research on the computer. The first time she typed in BDSM in Google, she was embarrassed by the images that came up. While some were very frightening, most of them gave her a sense of calm. She let her imagination go and she could almost see herself handcuffed to a bed, tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross, or strapped to a whipping bench as her master spanked her with his hand. This was what she craved. The one area of BDSM that she enjoyed most was the rope binding. She could almost feel the tight rope cut into her as her master artfully bound her arms, hands, and legs together. She never told anyone what she liked or craved, but Katrina often asked why she never went out on dates with guys more than once. She would tell her there was no connection, but the truth was college guys had no idea how to impress a girl. Unlike Uriel, the guys she had gone out with made her open the doors, pull out her own chair, talked on the phone about sports, and made her pay for their meal. She knew what she wanted, but was unsure on how to find him. Looking up BDSM community in Seattle, she found that there were several clubs that were in the area, but you had to be invited by a member. So here Ara was with no real job and no man to meet her needs. Walking into their apartment, she found Uriel and Katrina cuddled up together on the couch. "Ara, any luck today?" Katrina asked. "No, everywhere had the same response: don't call us, we’ll call you." Uriel looked at Katrina, who gave him a small nod. "Ara, I am in need of a server at the club and I know you would do a great job. The pay is excellent and we even have health insurance. I know this would only be temporary until you can find a job in your field, but at least it’s something." "Really, Uriel, you would do this for me?" "Of course, I think very highly of you and I know you would very hard at the club." "Thank you, thank you, thank you." "Before you get too excited, there are a few things we need to discuss," Uriel said, leaning over to pull out the paperwork from his bag. "Ara, what I am about to tell you will probably be a big shock to you, but keep an open mind. I don't know if you have ever heard about BDSM." Ara mouth fell open and she gasped for a breath. Did he really say BDSM? How did he know her secret? Did Katrina know her secret? "Ara, are you okay?" Katrina asked, looking worried toward her friend. "Yes, I'm sorry. To answer your question, yes, I have heard about BDSM." "Good, at least it won't be a complete shock. The club I manage is Diamond Knots, a BDSM club. You would be a private server for the club, which means you will serve drinks to the community members. The community members pay a large monthly fee to be a member and membership includes drink service." Ara's mind was going around in circles, Uriel was a manager of a BDSM club, she would be able to work at the club. Could she meet someone to meet her needs? Wait, was Uriel a member? Finally clearing her thoughts, she finally found her voice. "Okay. So I would only be serving drinks?" "Yes, but that is all. You will wear an outfit that has been approved by the owner and a collar. A collar is a sign to all Dominants that you are not to be touched." "I know what a collar means," Ara whispered. Uriel looked at Ara. By the way she was sitting and tone of her voice, he knew that she was very aroused. Well, well, well, Miss Ara White was turned on by the thought of being dominated, and seemed to have done more than just heard about BDSM. Uriel wondered if she had submissive qualities, there way one way to tell. Looking over to Katrina, he gave her a little nod and wink. Katrina had been listening to the conversation between Uriel and Ara, and she was shocked to hear that Ara knew about BDSM. Another friend had invited her and from the first moment she walked in, she knew this was where she needed to be. Meeting, Uriel was like a dream and for him to take her as his submissive was wonderful. Of course, it had been a long, sometime painful, road, but she would not trade a moment of it. During their play times, Uriel was stern but fair Dominant, but when they were just Uriel and Katrina, he was a sweet gentle lover. She loved all of him, Dominant and just plain Uriel. How had she not seen that Ara, too, had submissive qualities? And when Uriel looked at her and winked, she knew his Dominant side was coming out. Straighten her back, placing her hands in the lap, and lowering her head, she was now in the sub mindset. "Ara," Uriel said with a stronger commanding tone. Ara heard Uriel, whose voice had changed so dramatically. Hearing the tone made her fall to knees, straighten her back, place her hands on top of her legs, and bow her head. She was almost panting with excitement. Uriel walked around the table, placed his hand on top of her head, and rubbed it. "Ara, how long have you been a submissive?" Ara opened her mouth, but closed it immediately, before any sound escaped. He had not given her permission to speak. Uriel smiled, she had impressed him. Had she been trained as a submissive? He knew she was waiting on him to give permission to speak, "You may answer." Ara licked her lips and swallowed the excessive saliva that had formed in her mouth. "This girl was eighteen, Sir." "How many Dominants have you had?" Ara keeps her eyes down and blushed a deep shade of red. "None, Sir." Uriel was shocked. She had never been with a Dominant, but surely this perfect little submissive before him had to have been trained. "Who trained you?" "No one, Sir. This girl taught herself.” Damn, she even speaks in third person. Hell, some of the submissives who had been in the community for years were not this good. Then he had a thought: Kane would go crazy over her, this was going to be so good to see. "Ara, stand," Uriel demanded. Ara quickly stood, her head still bowed. "Look at me." Ara raised her head slowly and looked at Uriel. "You are a natural submissive and I would love to find you someone to help you with your needs." A huge smile broke out across Ara face. "Thank you, Sir." "My pet," Uriel said, looking over at Katrina. "I think you have something to tell your friend." Katrina raised her head and looked at Ara. "Ara, this girl is Master Uriel's pet." Ara was surprised to hear Katrina's admission, but as she looked at Uriel and Katrina, she could see it clearly. How had she missed it all these years? "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because this girl didn't think you would understand. This girl is not ashamed to be a submissive, but, unfortunately, there are so many closed minded people in the world." "Okay." Katrina looked at Uriel, silently asking permission to move and he did so with a nod. She walked over to Ara and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry." Ara was so overwhelmed with the realization that her best friend was a submissive and she had finally found someone who could help her meet her needs, she began to sob into Katrina's arms. After several minutes, Ara pulled her head back and wiped her eyes. "Thank you." Katrina smiled with tears still in her own eyes. "No, thank you." "Can I get in the middle of the girl on girl action?" Uriel joked, now using his regular tone. Ara looked over at him, did he mean that? She hoped not. Uriel saw the look on her face and smirked. "Darling, sorry, I'm a one woman man." Ara saw the smirk on his face and knew now he had only been joking, "Funny, Uriel, real funny." "Okay, now that we have had a surprise, let's talk more about the job. Your hours will be Tuesday through Saturday evenings 2pm to 10pm and your salary will be $650.00 a week. Does that sound okay?" "Did you say $650.00 a week?" "Yes, you will also be set up with a local salon to have your hair, nails, and waxing done." Ara couldn't believe a serving job paid that much, along with the salon treatments. "How is it possible to be paid so well?" "Ara, the community members pay very well and the owner knows he needs to pay well to get great help." "Alright, so, when do I start?" "How about tomorrow? We still need to go over some paperwork and rules. I can't wait until you see your outfit." Ara looked at Uriel and wondered just what this outfit looked like. "Okay, let's get started." Over the next hour, Uriel went over all the paperwork along with the rules of the club. Ara must wear her collar at all times at work, she must be respectful to all Dominants and not to be touched, nor flirted with by anyone. If at any time, she was touched or verbally made uneasy, by anyone, she would immediately notify Uriel or the other manager on duty. She must keep the hair on her head neatly trimmed and the rest of her body completely waxed. "Completely?" "Yes, when you see your outfit, you will understand," Uriel said, reaching once again in the bag and pulling out a box with contained Ara's work outfit. "It is made from Esinem rope and knotted by hand. Katrina had your measurements, so it should be a perfect fit." Ara opened the box and couldn't believe her eyes. It was two pieces that reminded her more of a bikini. The top had a knotted design, which would cover her nipples and had a rope strap over her shoulders, which connected in the back. The bottom had the same knotted designed, which barely covered her pussy and the rope wrapped around the back to form a thong like bottom. She had never showed this much skin to anyone. Hell, her bikinis covered more than this. Looking at the outfit, she wondered if she could do it, then she remembered this was the place she was hoping to find. "Ara, are you okay with it?" Uriel asked. "Yes, I’m a little shocked, but I think I can do it. But I have a question?" "What?" "What if I find someone with whom I would like to pursue an arrangement? Is that possible?" Uriel smiled, oh there would probably be a long list of Dominants who would like to take her on as a submissive, he hoped one was his best friend. "Yes, Ara, the Dominant will have to come to me and I would make arrangements for you to meet with him and see if it is something you would like to pursue." "Great, thank you." "I am glad to help you Ara. You mean so much to Katrina and to me. Now, we need to get you to the salon so you will be ready for tomorrow. Katrina, my pet, why don't you go and enjoy the time with Ara? You can even get a little special treatment as well." "Thank you, Master," Katrina giggled. Katrina and Ara soon took off for the salon while Uriel headed to the club to file Ara's paperwork. When he walked in the office, Kane was sitting going over the books. "Uriel, I see another great month." "Yes, we have taken in twenty new members." "Well, keep up the great job, I only hear marvelous things about the club." "Thanks and to let you know, Ara White will be starting tomorrow as the new server." "She didn't have any problems with what type of club it was, or anything else?" Kane questioned. "No, she took the news well and we went over all the paperwork and rules. She is currently at the salon and is very excited to start." "Okay, I trust you that she will be fine." "Kane, have I ever let you down?" Kane shook his head no. Uriel Brookshire had been his best friend for a very long time. He was not only one of the managers at Diamond Knotts, when Kane finally took over the family business, he would become his Capo. After the conversation with his father, who informed him that the only way he would become head of the family was to be married, it shocked him. Kane, at first, didn't understand how a wife had anything thing to do with being the head of the family, but after his father explained it to him, he understood. He still didn’t like it, but he understood. "Never, so let's go over the final details for next week's party," Kane said, pulling out the folder. Next week was the annual masquerade party and each of the room would hold different demonstrations, along with a live band and dancing. "Are you going to do a demonstration?" Uriel asked knowing that Kane was the best at Shibari. "I haven't decided yet. I am in-between subs at the moment and haven't found anyone new." Uriel smiled,  oh wait until you see Ara...that’ll change everything. The next day arrived and Ara was nervous about her new job, but also extremely excited. She put on her outfit and covered it up with a pair of jogging pants and shirt. She placed her high heel shoes in a bag and wore her chucks to work. Katrina had helped her fix her hair and makeup. She had straightened it and placed it in a high ponytail. Her makeup emphasized her high check bones and pouty lips. "Good luck," Katrina said, giving Ara a huge hug. "I know you will do great." "Thanks, I hope so." "Okay, do you have your collar?" "Yes, I couldn't get it to latch." "Oh, sorry, it needs a special key, Uriel will have it." "Okay, I'll see you when I get home then." Ara went out the door and got into her old beat up truck. It had been a gift from her father when she was in high school and it miraculously still ran. She arrived at the club, pulled through the security gate, and parked her vehicle in the employee section. Looking around at the other vehicles, her truck really stuck out like a sore thumb. She got out of the truck, grabbed her bag, and proceeded to the employee entrance. A tall black man stood at the entrance.  "Can I help you?" "Yes, I am supposed to start today." "Name?" "Ara White." The man looked at a clipboard on the wall. "Oh, the new server, welcome to Diamond Knotts." "Thanks." "My name is Geoffrey, and if you need anything, please let me know." "Okay," Ara said as she walked through the door. "Mr. Brookshire's office is two doors down and the employee locker room is next door." Ara walked to the door leading into the employee locker room and went inside. It was not what she expected. It was a large room with several closet-like doors in dark oak with one wall covered in mirrors. The center of room held several couches and soft, comfortable looking chairs. When she walked to the closet doors, she saw one had a brass plate with her name written in beautiful script. Opening the door she found it had shelves and a rod with hangers. She began to remove her jogging pants, shirt, and chucks and placed them in the closet. She put on her black high heels and grabbed her collar. She shut the door and went to out of the locker room to find Uriel. She arrived at the door and knocked. "Come in," Uriel said. Ara walked in and Uriel was taken back at the sight of how lovely she looked. He was going to have a problem with some Dominants. "Ara, you look great." "Thanks, Sir. This girl hopes she will do a good job." Uriel, again, was impressed how Ara fell right into submissive mode. He saw she had her collar in her hand. "Sorry, I didn't tell you that I need to lock it in." "That is ok, Sir." Ara said, bowing her head. "Come here and kneel please." Ara followed Uriel’s request and kneeled at his feet with her head down. Oh, how she wished this was her Master placing his own collar around her neck for her to wear to show that she was owned by him and him alone. Just as Uriel began to put the collar on her neck, she heard the door open and then heard a voice that made her instantly aroused. "Uriel, I wanted..." Kane began as he walked into the room, not paying attention until the last moment until he saw a goddess kneeling on the floor at Uriel’s feet. "Kane, sorry, I was just putting on Ara's collar." Uriel said as he latched the collar with the special tool. "You may get up." Ara stood, her back straight and her head still down. "Kane, I would like you to meet Ara White, our new server."  Kane walked toward the goddess and frowned at the sight of the collar on her neck, that should be his collar. Wait, what the fuck was he thinking? "Hello, Miss. White, glad to have you here," Kane said, looking intently at her. He was impressed at well she stood with her head down.Then, after a few moments, he noticed she had not answered him. He looked over at Uriel, who had a huge smile on his face. "Miss White, you may speak freely," Uriel said, never taking his eyes off Kane. "Thank you, Sir, this girl is very happy to be here." Kane's dick went from rock hard to titanium. "Ara, let me take you to Marcella, who will help you get started," Uriel said, leaving Kane frozen where he stood. Ara looked up and got a look at the man whose voice caused her to almost orgasm without any stimulation. As soon as she saw him, it took everything she could to not explode right then and there. He was tall at least six two or six three, broad shoulders, red brown hair that was like the color of a penny, and when she reached his eyes, she saw that they were the brightest shade of green. He wore a black suit, white shirt, and black tie. He was pure sex on legs. Uriel took Ara to Marcella, who was expecting her, and left her to get acquainted with everything and everyone. He made his way back to the office to find Kane still in the same position. "Kane, are you okay?" Kane did not know what just happened, but he knew one thing: Ara White was going to be his.   Chapter 3   Kane looked up at his friend in a rage.  Pulling his gun from the back pocket of his pants, he pointed it at Uriel's head.  "What the fuck was that? You told me that goddess knew nothing about the community.  I walk in here and you have the most perfect submissive bowing at your feet. Tell me why I shouldn't shoot you right now for lying to me?   Uriel was taken aback by Kane's rage.  He had seen it from time to time, when someone double crossed him or hurt someone in the family, but never had it been focused on him.  "Kane, I didn't lie to you." "Dammit, you did!  She is so... I don't know...Perfect is not good enough for her.  How can she not be in the community?" Uriel looked his friend in the eye.  "Kane, yesterday when I started to explain about the club, I noticed that, as soon as I mentioned BDSM, her breathing picked up, her eyes grew wide with excitement, and her skin broke out in a slight sweat.  I motioned to Katrina to listen and I went into my Dom mode. As soon as I said her name, she fell to the ground and went into inspection pose. When I asked her how long she had been a submissive and she has said since she was eighteen, but when I asked her how many Dominants she’d had, she said none.  Kane, she taught herself." Self-taught, no fucking way could she be self-taught; she was too good.  "No fucking way, Uriel; what are you not telling me?" Kane demanded, still holding the gun, but it was now lower.  If he didn't get the answers he wanted, he would shoot him. "Kane, yes, she did.  Katrina, who has been her roommate since they were eighteen, didn’t even know.  I know you think I lied, but I promise you I didn't." Fuck, he looked at his best friend and everything from his body language, to his pleading eyes told him he was telling the truth.  "Okay, I believe you, but damn it, we are going to have a problem with her." "What do you mean?" "Every available Dominant, hell, even ones that are not available are going to want her." Uriel smirked at his friend.  "Well, I promised Ara I would field any requests, since she is looking for a Dominant." "What? Fuck what were you thinking? You can't do that,"  Kane roared. "Kane, calm down.  I promise I will make the best choice for her.  Now, what are you going to do about having to find a wife?" Kane stared at Uriel and pinched the bridge of his nose.   Best decision…ha.  Best choice…an even bigger HA!  Who the hell does he think he is; her goddamn pimp?  The rage was building again; he knew he was getting ready to blow.  "Listen, Uriel, I can't talk now. I need a drink, and I need to relax." "Are you okay?"  Uriel smirked, knowing what the problem was. "Yeah, thinking about the family and everything is just a lot to deal with.  If you need me, I'll be in the VIP section." He turned and walked out the office, closing the door behind him. Before going anywhere, he stopped, took a few very deep breaths, and tried to clear his mind. After a few moments, he was in a better frame of mind and proceeded to the front to make his way to the VIP section. When he got to the VIP section, he sat down on one of the couches and leaned back.  Of all the clubs that the family owned, this was his favorite. The floors were in a dark cherry wood, the walls were cream colored with sage green curtains that hid the doors to private party room.  The most of the seating was soft cream-colored cashmere couches with blood red pillows. Off to side of the bar was the VIP section, where the couches were blood red with black pillows. "Sir, do you want the usual?"  Marcella asked. "Please, but make it a double." "Certainly, Sir, anything else?" Kane looked around the club and immediately caught sight of the Ara.  She was serving drinks at a table of fellow Dominant and his submissive.  Her movements were graceful and charming. He saw the Dominant look her up and down and licked his lips.  "How is Miss White doing?" "Wonderfully; she is a natural." "Please let me know if you see any problems concerning her." "Certainly, Sir." After Marcella left, Kane continued to watch Ara move from one table to another.  What was it about her that made him want to walk over, rip that collar from her neck, and put her in place?  He was still so hard for her and he had to adjust himself more than once to find some type of relief in his pants.  Yeah, he could just pull his cock out and start stroking it to get his relief, but she deserved better than that. "Kane, good to see you." Kane didn't hear or see his father walk up.  "Dad, what are you doing here?" "Well, for one thing, I own the damn place, so I can come and go as I please."  Nazario barked. "But my pet is holding her beginners’ submissive class this evening in the upstairs suite." "Sorry, Dad, I didn't mean anything by it.  I just... Well, I'm not myself today." "That’s okay, so, what is wrong?" Before Kane could say anything, Ara was standing before them with Kane’s drink. "Here you go, Sir.  May this girl get you anything else?  Ara asked, standing in perfect submissive stance. Nazario looked up at the beauty before him.  "Well, who do we have here? I didn't know you hired a new server, Kane." "I didn't; Uriel did."  Kane mumbled. "Hello, I am Nazario Leone, this asshole’s father, and who might you be?" Ara remained silent, waiting for permission to speak. Nazario looked at Ara, who was standing in her submissive pose and wondered who had trained this lovely so well. Kane heard his father ask the question, but when Ara didn't answer, he knew why.  "Ara, please feel free to always answer or talk freely to Nazario or myself." Nazario looked at Kane.   Shit, she was good. "Sorry, Sir,"  Ara answered, blushing brightly.   "This girl is Ara White, Sir. She is roommates with Master Uriel’s pet, Katrina." Nazario smiled. "Think nothing of it, my dear. I am very happy to have you here. Is everyone being kind to you?" "Everyone has been very kind, Sir." "Good, if you have any problems, please make sure you tell someone immediately." "I will, Sir.  Would you like something to drink?" "Yes, a Jameson and ginger." "Certainly." Ara turned and walked away. Nazario turned to his son and watched him as he watched Ara walk to the bar.  The look on his son's face was the same that he had the first time he saw Rosa all those years ago. "Nice girl."  Nazario smirked. Kane came out of his trance and looked at his dad.  "I suppose." Nazario laughed to himself; his son was definitely in denial.  "She is a wonderful submissive; do you know who trained her?" "Uriel said that she is self-taught." "Really? Then she must really be a natural submissive.  Is she currently in a relationship?" Kane whipped his head back around, since he had gone back to staring at her.  "No." "Well, I am sure someone will want to take this little bird under their wing as soon as possible.  Mmm, I believe Benjamin is looking for a new sub, I should call him and have him come over and take a look." Kane suddenly felt sick at his stomach; the very thought of Ara kneeling at Benjamin's feet, Ara strapped to his whipping bench, Ara’s ass turning red as Benjamin whipped it, and finally Benjamin ramming into her over and over again, as she begged to cum was almost too much.  He bent over and took several deep breaths. "Kane, are you okay?  You look sick." Taking a few more breaths, Kane knew he had to get out of there and now.  "Dad, I'll be back; I need to make a call about the shipment coming in tomorrow."  He then took the glass, which held the double Jameson in it, and downed it. He got up and walked toward the back of the club before going outside into the employee parking lot.  He walked over to his car leaned up against it and pulled out a cigarette. Lighting it and taking a big draw, he began to try to rid his thoughts of her. He righted himself and began to walk out of the parking lot and toward the front of the building.  To look at the building from the outside, one would never guess it was a BDSM club, but that was the idea.  He had faced many people over the years who just didn't get it. They thought the only thing they did was abuse women and only got themselves off with kinky sex.  Standing by the side of the building, he heard a couple of male voices. "Fuck, did you see her?" "Yeah, I almost came in the instant she walked over to our table." "I saw the collar; do you she belongs to someone or is that just for us to keep our hands off?" "I don't know, but I am going to talk to Uriel when I see him.  If she is available, I want her strapped in my playroom like ten minutes ago.  Hell, I am going to have to go jack myself off I am so hard." Kane heard what the two guys said and saw red for the second time this evening.  No fucking way were either of these two assholes going to touch what belonged to him.  He was not going to fight it anymore. He knew when he saw her that he wanted her and he was going to have her.  No other motherfucking assholes were going to touch her. "Good evening, gentlemen," Kane said as he walked up to the two guys.  "Did you have a good time this evening?" "Yes, we did." "Great, I'm Kane Leone; my family owns this club." "Really, it's nice to meet you.  I am Aden and this is Paul. We are new members of the club." "Welcome.  How long have you been in the community?" "Paul and I met at a Dominant class three years ago." "So, do you have a submissive now?" "No, we are both looking, but Paul here has his eye on the fine server you have working for you." "Sorry, she is spoken for." "Really, well, damn, he's a lucky guy." "Yes, he is.  Come back next week for the masquerade party; there will be plenty of single submissives. Hopefully you can find yourself a little pet." "We had already planned to be there.  See you next week." "Yes." Kane watched as the two men walked to their car.  He smiled at himself. He had wanted to shoot them, but something stopped him.  He felt like he was going soft. Putting the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomping on it, he opened the front door to the club.  He was going to talk to Miss White and make his intentions known. "Mr. Leone, I thought you were already here."  Geoffrey commented. "I was; I went out the back and took a little walk.  Everything still calm?" "Yes, Sir.  But Mr. Elroy just arrived about ten minutes ago. With him, you never know." Shit, Kurtus Elroy was a problem.  He had already gotten two warnings; if he got just one more his membership would be revoked. "Did he bring his submissive with him?" "No, Sir." Shit. Kane opened the inner door and walked in.  Looking around the room, he found Kurtus. What he saw made his blood boil, and he quickly ran over to the table where Kurtus was.  Kurtus had Ara by the waist and had her pulled up against his body. He had his pants pushed against her and was whispering something in her ear.  Kane could see Ara trying to pull and away with tears pouring down her face. "Kurtus, unhand that woman this instant," Kane roared. "Oh, come on, Kane, she looks good enough to eat, I just had to have a bite."  After saying that, he opened his mouth and then clamped down on Ara’s neck, causing her to cry out in pain. Kane pulled his gun from the back of his pants and put it in between Kurtus eyes. “You let her go this second or I will put a bullet in your head.” Kurtus's eyes grew wide and let Ara go.  As soon as he let her loose, she began to fall, but before she could hit the floor, two strong arms had her wrapped up. "I've got you now.  You will never be afraid again."  Kane stated, meaning every word. This woman was all he ever wanted or needed. Ara looked up into his piercing black eyes and knew that this man was very dangerous, but deep down he was good.  He also might be the Dominant she had been waiting for. Kane held her close and turned to Felix, one of his men who had come over when he saw what was happening.  "Take this piece of trash out of my building. Kurtus, this is your third strike, so your membership has been revoked.  If you ever step one single toe in this building, or any other of my clubs, I will end you." Kurtus smirked at Kane.  "I'll leave, but you don't know who you are dealing with." Felix grabbed Kurtus by the arm and escorted him out of the building. Nazario was now beside Kane and looking at the young lady in his arms.  "Kane, why don't you take her to our private suite so she can calm down.  I’ll go get Rosa and have her take care of her.” “NO.”  Kane shouted, causing Ara to shake even more.  “She is mine and I’ll take care of her.” Could he really mean it?  Hearing that one word caused Ara to find the peace she needed after years of inner turmoil. Nazario looked at his son holding this young woman so protectively in his arms; he knew that he had been right.  “Okay, but if she needs anything, please let us know.” Kane nodded and took off through the club to the private suite that was just for his parents and himself.  Walking in, he turned the lights on the lowest setting. Walking over to the bed that was in the room, he gently laid her down.  As he began to pull away, he noticed she had grabbed the lapels of his jacket and was holding on for dear life. “I’m not leaving you, my sweet girl.”  Kane cooed. Ara looked up with tear filled eyes to the man who was everything she needed and wanted.  “Please…” Kane heart began to hurt at the sight before him.  Usually hearing a woman beg made him so excited, but not this time. “What do you need, my sweet?” Ara continued to keep a strong grip on his jacket, holding onto the lifeline to her security. “Just don’t leave me.” Kane looked deeply into her sweet, chocolate brown eyes and spoke from his heart.  “Never.” That was good enough for her. Chapter 4   Kane never knew that just holding a woman could feel so good. As he looked down at her face and her neck, he noticed the place where Kurtus had bitten her. It was red and he could see the teeth marks, but, thankfully, he had not broken the skin. He slowly brought up his finger and lightly ran it over the spot, and then he bent over and placed sweet, gentle kisses on it. He would make Kurtus pay for this; he was going to die a slow painful death  "Does it hurt?" "No, Sir," Ara answered. Ara was so overcome with the sensation of the kisses that Kane was placing on her neck, that she could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter. Since she was still in the rope outfit, she knew nothing was going to stop it and Kane would be feeling it at any moment. But, at this moment, she wished he would take control and give her what she craved. As he continued to kiss her neck, she couldn't help but let out a moan. Kane heard the deep throaty moan coming from her. Then, he felt the leg that was against her pussy become soaking wet. "Does that feel good, my sweet?" "Yes. Please..." Ara begged. "What do you need?" Kane said as he continued to kiss and lick her neck. "I need more," Ara panted. "Need more what? You have to tell me, my sweet." "Your touch...I need it so bad." "And where do you need me to touch you?" Ara's eyes met Kane's; a deep shade of red came to her cheeks and flowed down her body. She couldn't say the words. Kane saw the internal debate she was having and he knew what he needed to do; he just hoped that she was ready. "Ara, get up on your knees… now!" Kane demanded, using his Dominant voice. Ara eyes grew big, her pupils dilated, and she began to pant. That voice, oh, that was the voice of a man who could do anything he wanted to her. "Is there a problem? Do you want me to leave you alone?" "NO!" Ara yelled. "Watch your tone, little girl. I believe you deserve a spanking, what do you think?" Ara tried to hide her smile. "Whatever you think is best, Master." "No, no, no...I'm not your Master yet. You only have the right to call me Sir." Yet... Ara said in her head, maybe someday soon it’ll be Master . She got up from the bed, got on her knees, straightened her back, pushed out her breasts, and placed her hands on top of her thighs. "Much better, but you need to learn that I when I tell you do something, you do it without hesitation; do I make myself clear?" Kane asked, and wondered if he would have to add more to the punishment. But, as the seconds clicked by, he knew she was waiting for him to give permission to speak. "You may speak." "Yes, Sir. This girl is sorry and she promises to be a good girl." Damn, he was back to rock hard again. He wondered if it would be like this every time with her. Standing in front of her, he placed his hand on top of her head and rubbed her hair. It was so smooth and soft. Gripping the ponytail, he pulled her head back, looking deep into her eyes.  "I need to know you are okay with everything that has happened. I don't want you to be afraid of me." "This girl is not afraid of you; she is only afraid of losing you and that you will disappear." "Never," Kane said, then bent down and claimed her mouth with his. He licked her bottom lip; when she opened her mouth, his tongue claimed hers. He could kiss her like this forever. Finally, his lungs demanded a breath, so he pulled away from her lips and lightly kissed down her jaw and toward her ear. "If it becomes too much, say ‘red’ and I will stop, immediately." Letting go of her ponytail, he straightened up and stood in front of her. Seeing the collar that Uriel put around her neck made him seethe with rage. "I have got to get rid of this, now!" Turning around, he walked to the armoire on the wall and opened up one of the drawers, knowing a key that would fit the collar was in there. He came back to where she was and placed the key in the lock in the back of the collar; after it unlatched, he pulled it from her neck. "From now on, the only collar around this neck will be mine. Do I make myself clear? Answer…NOW!" "Yes, Sir, only yours." "Now, I want you to know that I am clean. I recently was tested, and I haven't been with anyone for a month. What about you?” Kane questioned. "You may answer my questions." "Sir, this girl is also clean and has been on the Depo shot for years. This girl has not been with anyone in a very long time." "How long?" Ara bit her bottom lip and looked up at Kane. "Three years." Fuck, she had been with anyone in three years. "How many partners have you had?" "One." Ara whispered. "What did you say?" Kane questioned, because he thought he heard wrong. "Say it louder.” "One, Sir," Ara said, this time louder and with more confidence. She had only had one partner. "How long were you together?" "Just one night, Sir." Ara said. Ara thought for sure he wouldn't want her now, since she had zero experience. Kane smiled...She was only touched one time. He would still like to find the fucking asshole who stole her virginity and kill him, but that was because he was a selfish bastard. He was going to be able to give her so much pleasure that she had never had before. However, there was one question he had to ask. "Did the asshole give you an orgasm?" "No, Sir. This girl has never had one." "Why?" "Because this girl wanted to save them for the man who would be master over this body," Ara said with conviction. HOLY SHIT!  She might as well be a virgin. Kane needed to calm down. Then, he would need to talk to her and see if she was interested in a long term agreement. But, he knew, even before he touched her, that there would never be another for him.  Damn, Dad was right. That fucker’s going to get a kick out this. How the hell am I going to do this? He thought. Looking at her, on her knees before him, he could imagine what it would be like to have the relationship that his father and mother had. His mother was a submissive in the playroom, but, to the outside world, she was a Don's wife. She was a strong, confident, and a skilled sharpshooter. His mom's favorite gun was her 9mm with the silencer. She was deadly with it. So, he wondered, could Ara be his match, not only in his playroom, but also as his partner in life? "Ara, we need to talk." Tears began to form in her eyes and her heart began to break. She knew it. He didn't want her because of her lack of experience. What was she going to do? He was it; she could feel this overwhelming connection to him, and now he was going to ask her to leave. Shit, what about her job? She knew it would be almost impossible for her to see him come in with another sub. She raised her hands to her face and began to sob. Kane was shocked to see Ara now sobbing at his feet. Falling to his knees, he took her into his arms and held her close. "My sweet girl, what is wrong?" Had he pushed her too much? "You …-sob- don't -sob- want me. I -sob- am not -sob- good -sob- enough -sob- for you." Oh, this sweet, loving woman. How could she think she wasn’t good enough? She’s so much more. "Ara, I want you so bad, but there’s a little more you need to know about me before we commit ourselves to this relationship. That is what I wanted to talk about." "Really?" "Yes, now let's dry those tears and have a little talk." Kane stood up and helped Ara up. He took her hand and led her over to a couch. "Sit here and I'll get something more comfortable for you to wear. I know those ropes must be cutting into you, and I want you to be comfortable while we talk." "Yes, Sir." "Ara, right now, I need us to be Kane and Ara, okay?" Ara smiled. "Yes, Kane." Kane stood and went to the ensuite bathroom/closet. Rosa had several robes and clothing that she left here when Dad and she would play. Grabbing the blue satin robe, he went back out to Ara. "This is my mother's, but she won't mind. Now stand up and I will help you get out of this outfit." Ara stood up and Kane began to unclasp the back of the bra of the outfit. He could see the rope had dug into her skin, leaving a mark. God, that was so sexy. Gently, he rubbed his finger across the mark, which made Ara to break out into goosebumps. "The rope has left a mark; it is so sexy on you." "I love the feel of the rope digging into me." Ara sighed. "I have often wondered what it would feel like to be bound tightly with rope." If Kane had thought she was perfect before, she was even more so now. His favorite thing to do was rope work. "It is a great feeling. Hopefully we can explore that at a later date, if you still want to be with me after we talk." Kane then helped Ara out of the bottoms of the outfit. Being this close to the part of her body he wanted so badly to taste, to feel, and to fuck was almost maddening. So, using great restraint, he placed a single kiss on the mound. "Pretty kitty," He whispered. Ara giggled at his comment. Kane helped Ara put on the robe and tied it at the waist. He then went over to a little refrigerator, took out two bottles of water, and came back to the couch. Handing one to Ara, Kane sat down and took a long swig of his bottle. "Ara, what I am about to tell you needs to stay between you and my family. My father is Nazario Ian Leone, Don of the Leone crime family. He took over from his father when he turned 25, just like his father did before him." Ara was surprised by what Kane had just told her, but also scared. What did that mean? What part did Kane play in the family? Had he ever killed anyone? Drawing every bit of courage she had, she knew she had to ask. "Have you ever killed anyone?" Kane looked deeply into her gorgeous eyes. "Yes, I have, but only in self-defense, or if the person hurt the family in anyway." This made Ara feel better. "Our illegal dealings are in firearms and gambling. But we also own and operate several clubs, restaurants, and own multiple properties throughout Seattle." "Okay, that doesn't sound so bad." "No, we are truly just a family making a way of life for ourselves and our future children." Kane said. Children were something he had never really thought about until this moment, when he saw the woman beside him. As perfect as she was now, he couldn’t wait to see how much better she would look round with his child. "And your father is the head of the family, correct?" She asked, bringing him out of his thoughts. "Yes, but he wants to hand over the reins to me once I meet the last requirement." "Okay. I noticed he was a Dominant; is everyone in the family in the community?" "Most are, but not all. For many generations, Leone men have been Dominants and have married their submissives. A Don, who is also a Dom, has a certain type of control most other Dons do not have; this is the way the family has thrived so long." "So, what do you want from me?" Ara asked. Taking Ara's hand into his, he could feel the current that flowed between them and wondered if she felt it also. "Do you feel that?" Ara nodded. "Never in all my years have a met anyone I have felt this connection to; the first time I saw you on your knees in front of Uriel, I nearly shot him. I was worried he had touched you. And, earlier tonight, my Father asked if you had a Dominant. When I said no, he offered to find one for you. The very thought made me sick…because I want to be your Dominant. I want to claim you, to own you, to love you forever. I know it sounds crazy, but I don't want to think of a time when you are not with me. So, what do you think? Do you want to take a chance with me? But, know this, if you say yes, I am a greedy, possessive bastard and I will own you, body and soul." Ara was so excited at the prospect of being owned by this man, she could barely contain herself. As her heart raced, her pussy became so wet she was sure there was a wet spot on the couch as she looked in his emerald green eyes. "Yes." "Are you okay with beginning immediately?" "Yes." "Great, I want you to go the bathroom, take a shower, and braid your hair down the back. In the top drawer of the dresser are some new white panties, put them on and come back out. You have twenty minutes. For every minute you are late, I will add one more slap to your punishment." "Punishment?" Ara questioned. "Did you forget, kitten; you didn't obey when I told you to get your knees and then you yelled at me. I am feeling kind today, so you will be getting ten by my hand. So I suggest you get that cute little ass in there and get moving." Ara jumped up and took off to the bathroom. Kane smiled at the how fast she had taken off. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he needed to let his father know that everything was okay and not to disturb them. "Kane, how is she?" Nazario questioned. "She is doing well. She was a little upset in the beginning, but we have talked and she is fine; actually, more than fine." "Kane, what do you mean? I hope you haven't taken advantage of that sweet girl." "Dad, I would never do that, but we have had a long talk and she knows everything." "Everything?" Nazario questioned. "Yes, and she is fine with it. We also have decided to enter into a Dom/sub relationship." "Really? Don't you think that is a little fast?" "Really, Dad? When did you take mom on as a submissive?" "Okay, you’ve got me, there, Kane. But, remember that you will soon have to find a wife, because I am not turning over the family until you do." "I know, I know, Dad; there is something here with her and I need to find out what it is. I've got to go, she will be out in a few, and I need to be in the right frame of mind." "Have a good time." Nazario chuckled. "That is a given, oh, and tell Uriel he will need to find a new server, because there is no way in hell she is coming back. She's now my responsibility." "I will tell him; go and have fun." "Oh, we will." Kane put his phone on silent and back in his pocket. He was going to take it easy on her tonight, but one thing was for sure, he was going to be giving her the orgasms she deserved. Making himself comfortable on the couch, he waited for his little pet to appear. Checking his watch, he noticed that she had three minutes left. Then, the door opened, and out stepped the goddess he was lucky to say was his. She walked over to him, stood in front of him with her head down and back straight. "My pet, remember, that if things are going too fast and you need them to slow down say ‘yellow’ and if you need me to stop say ‘red’ and I will. Do you understand?" She just kept her head down and didn't respond. Good girl , he thought to himself. "You may answer." "Yes, Sir," she replied. “Now, it is time for your punishment. Come lie across my lap." Ara came and lay over Kane's lap. He pulled down her panties, "I am doing this because you didn't listen and yelled at me. Count each one, or I will start over. Do you understand?” Silence. “Answer me!" "Yes, Sir." Kane rubbed his hand over her smooth white ass; it was so beautiful. He raised his hand and hit the left check. "One." Raising his hand again, he hit the right check. "Two." He rubbed over the marks that his hand made. "I love this...." Kane continued spanking her ass, and, like a good girl she was, she counted each one. When had reached six, she was so wet that it was running out of her like a faucet. "My, my, my, my pet is getting my leg wet." Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, "You like getting your ass spanked, don’t you?" Ara didn't speak. "You may answer." "Yes, Sir, oh yes," Ara panted. Kane smirked, took his finger, and began to rub the outer edge of her pussy lips, wiping up some of the juice that was flowing out of her. Bringing his finger to his lips, he sucked the juice from them. It was like the nectar of the gods. Quickly he finished the last four spanks. He pulled her head back by her hair. "Will you do it again? You may answer." "No, Sir; this girl has learned her lesson." "Good, now I believe I owe you an orgasm." Ara blushed. Carefully, he righted her off his lap and stood up. Taking her hand, he led her over to the bed. "Lie on your back with your knees up, legs spread." Kane stopped and admired the sight before him. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Her skin was so smooth and her pussy was marvelous. It glistened in the light with all the juices that still flowed from her. He took off his jacket, pulled off his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. Ara watched as he began to remove his clothes; she was amazed at the sight of his wonderful body. As each article of clothing came off, she became more and more excited. When he had finally gotten down to his white boxer briefs, the sight of his long thick cock was only a layer of clothing away. Her eyes became big and her pupils dilated. He then began to rub his cock and continued to look into her eyes. The more he looked into her eyes and rubbed his cock, the more aroused she became. She couldn't stop the blush that began at her face and traveled over her. Her body broke out in a sweat and her nipples hardened. "Like what you see, my little pet? You may speak freely." "Yesss...Please." Ara begged. "What do you want?" Kane asked, wondering if this time she would delay in her response. "I need you to touch my pussy, please." "Well, my pet did learn her lesson. Are you ready for your first orgasm?" "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." Ara moaned. Stepping closer to the bed, he ran his hands up her legs. When he reached her upper thighs, he spread her legs even wider apart. “Leave them like that and don't move." Taking his long fingers, he began to gently stroke the outer lips of her pussy. Ara began to moan louder and louder. Kane then took one finger and pushed it into her pussy. God , he thought, her pussy’s so hot and tight . Pushing it in and out, he soon added a second, then a third finger. As he did so, he curled his fingers, and continued to pump them in and out of her. "Please, please...help me." Ara begs. "What does it feel like my little pet?" "Pressure, so much pressure; it is building and building." Kane knew she was close and grinned, knowing he was the one who was giving her so much pleasure. He then began to move his fingers in and out of her pussy even faster than before. Ara met his hands by pushing her pussy into his hand. "Cum for me, my pet… NOW!" Hearing those words come out of his lips, her pussy began to quiver and then she came hard, screaming his name. "KANE!" Kane slowly removed his fingers, and brought them up to his mouth to lick off her juices. "Next time, I will drink from the source." Ara's chest heaved up and down as she slowly came down from her high. Oh my god, there were no words to describe what she just felt. "Now, my little pet, you have had your first orgasm ever by my hands. From now on, I will be the one that will tell you when you can cum. Starting right now, you may only touch my pussy to wipe after going to the bathroom or to wash in the shower. I will be the only one to touch my pussy or to make it feel good. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "I have seen how wet you get, my little pet, so I want you to come to me and whisper in my ear every time that happens and tell me that you are wet. Then, I will give you permission to go the bathroom, collect as many juices onto your finger as you can, and then bring it back to me to feast off of." "But, Sir, what if we are in public?" "I don't care. That is now my pussy, so that is also my juice, and I don't want it to go to waste. Also, as of today, you are no longer going to be working at the club." "But, Sir, this girl needs this job." Ara protested. "No you don't; your needs are now my responsibility. When we are finished here, we are going back to your apartment and gather your belongings. Then you are coming to my apartment. The only time we will be apart is when I need to conduct business that is too dangerous for you. When that happens, I will leave you with my mother." Ara couldn't believe what she was hearing. He was taking complete control over her and her life. While this was frightening to most people, to her they were the most calming words she had ever heard. "Do you have any questions, my pet?" "No, Sir." "Are you okay with everything I have said?" "Most definitely, Sir." Leaning over her body, his cock within inches of its new home, he began to kiss her, pouring the amount of need and lust he had for her in it. "You have made me very happy. Now hold on, little spider monkey, this is going to be a hard ride, but you can cum as many times as you want or are able to." Then Kane pushed his rock hard cock into its new home. As soon as he entered her, the heat from her pussy surrounded his cock like a security blanket. Never had it felt this good or this right with any other woman. He knew then and there that there would never be another woman for him; she was it. He then began to pound balls deep into her. She took every inch he had and soon he felt her walls begin to grip his cock like a vise grip. "So soon, my little pet?!" Ara never knew that sex could be like this. Kane's cock was beating into her pussy over and over; even though it hurt somewhat, it made it feel even better. All too soon, she orgasmed again; when Kane reached behind her knee and pulled it up to get a different angle, the orgasms seemed to come one after another. Her pussy was so sensitive that she didn't know if she could go on. She thought about using her safe word, but she didn't want their first time to finish because she couldn't take his cock. So she began to center herself and tried to think about something other than his hard cock beating into her pussy. She began to silently recite the state capitals in alphabetical order, just to challenge herself even more. Kane watched her closely, for a moment he thought she was going to use the safe word, but, like the wonderful submissive she was, she centered herself. He was so proud of her. His orgasm approached and he came hard, pouring his cum deep inside of her. When he stopped, he laid on top of her for a few moments before pulling out. When he did, she whimpered. "Are you okay?" "Yes, Sir; I just love the feeling of you inside of me." "I’m glad, because I plan on staying inside of you forever." Forever? Truly, she had heard wrong. "You done well my pet; this session is over and so it is time for aftercare."Kane said, standing up from the bed. "Stay here for a minute." Kane walked into the bathroom and started filling the tub with hot water. Then, he dimmed the lights and turned on soft jazz music before placing two large towels on the warmer and placing a washcloth on the edge of the tub. Kane came back into the room, picked Ara up in his arms, and took her to the bathroom. "I thought a relaxing bath would be in order." "Thank you, Sir; that sounds lovely." "Ara, when we are like this, I would love for you to call me Kane." "Okay, Kane." Slowly, he lowered her into the water and she moaned once the hot water hit her stretched muscles. "Lean up, love, I'm getting in, too," Kane said. Settling in behind her, he took the washcloth and began to wash her body. He gently washed her breasts, her arms, down her belly and then, slowly and gently, her pussy. When he first swiped against it, she hissed out. "Is it sore?" "A little." "Good; I want you to remember who made you feel that way." "Don't worry; I don't think I could forget that." After he finished washing her, Ara leaned back against Kane's chest and just enjoyed the closeness. "We have a lot to talk about; I want to us to go into this relationship with complete trust and honesty between us. I want us to have a 24/7 relationship. Not just Master/slave, but also I want us to have a normal boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. We will need to go over both soft and hard limits and I want us to sign a contract. But, I don't want a time limit on it." Ara turned around and looked at Kane. "Why?" "I can't think of a time when I wouldn't want you, so why put in something I know I don't want." "I think that is very wise." "Come on, we are turning into prunes and we have to get to your apartment." They got out of the tub and Kane dried every inch of Ara's body. Turning her around, he inspected her ass where he had spanked her. It was not red, so it would be fine. Kissing each cheek, he stood up and began to dry himself off. Walking over to the closet, he found a short black jersey dress, black thong, and stockings. "These are new and should fit. We will go shopping this week, and I will get your closet stocked with clothes, all of which will be approved by me." "Okay." Ara said and began to get dressed. When she was finished, he pulled out bracelets that were connected with a short chain. "You will be attached to me when we leave here. You don't have a collar on and I want every motherfucking asshole out there to know who you belong to. You will be beside me at all times. Like I said earlier, the only time we will be apart is when my job is too dangerous and I will take you to stay with my mother. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir; this girl understands. This girl also loves the idea and promises to be good." Kane attached the bracelet on her wrist and the other to his. Ara looked at them chained together and she began to get wet again. Remembering the rule that Kane had given her, she leaned up and whispered. "I'm wet." Kane's eyes widened...Damn, this was a hell of a start. Chapter 5   Nazario sat back on the couch and slowly drank his Jameson.  Smiling over the conversation he had just had, he knew that this woman just might be the one to balance his son.  It took a special woman to be able to tame the beast of both the Dominant man and mafia Don. She needed to be willing to give herself over, body and soul, to her Dominant, but still be strong faithful wife to the Don.  His Rosa was that kind of woman. She was a perfect balance between submissive pet and mafia queen. People in the community were awed at how she handled herself in her submissive role. When she had openings for her beginner’s or advanced submissive classes, they filled up in the matter of minutes.  Other Dominants would always thank Nazario for allowing his submissive to help their submissive become more focused and disciplined. Rosa had even written a beginner's handbook that had been published and was used by many couples across the country. He was so proud of his little pet. However, Rosa Leone, the wife, was a thing of real beauty.  She would command attention when she walked into a room. No one spoke badly of the family when she was around. If you dared hurt someone in the family and she was near, she would not blink an eye at putting a gun between your eyes.  Her purse always held her 9mm with a silencer, but she always had guns throughout the house. He hated to admit it, but she was probably a better shot than he was. However, as deadly as she may be, she also had a heart full of compassion and love.  She was a wonderful mother to Kane. The bond between them was so strong; he knew that above him, he trusted his mother with his life. "Master, are you finished with the class?"  Rosa asked, as she lowered herself to her knees beside Nazario's leg. Nazario reached out and rubbed her head.  "No my pet, but I need to talk to you about Kane.  You may speak freely, but remember your place." As if she needed to be reminded. "What is it, Nazario?  Is he hurt?" Rosa worriedly asked. "No, quite the opposite; he has found a new sub." "Really, who?" "No one you know.  She is Uriel's submissive's roommate.  Her name is Ara and she started working here this evening." "Did Kane know her before?" "No, he had never met her before today. This young woman has shaken him to the core." "Really, do you think that she may be what he needs?" "I think so.  You should have seen him before he decided to go for it.  She is a perfect submissive. You will never believe this, but she is self-taught.  So, when I asked if she had a Dominant, Kane mumbled ‘no’, so I suggested that I would help her look for one.  When I suggested Ben, Kane looked like he might throw up." "My, my, my, so he was already intrigued.  Do you know anything else about this woman?" "Yes, Uriel was by a few minutes ago and I had to relay a message from Kane.  So I asked about Ara. He said she graduated with her Master’s in Business Management from the University of Washington, and has not been able to find a job, so he offered a serving job here to help with her expenses.  She has lived with Katrina since freshman year and is about to turn 24 next month." "She sounds perfect.  Is she going to be a weekend only submissive?" "No.  He wanted me to tell Uriel to find a new server because he was taking responsibility of Ara." "REALLY?!" Rosa exclaimed. Nazario smiled and nodded.  Looking up; he saw Kane come walking toward him with Ara following one step behind and to the right.  Looking at Kane’s wrist, he noticed a chain connecting the two of them. Kane was definitely making it known that Miss White was taken. "Rosa, dear, back into sub mode."  Nazario said. Rosa quickly put herself back into her submissive mindset.  She knew that this was not the setting for Ara to meet her Dominant/boyfriend’s mother, since she was only wearing a corset and thong.  Laying her head lovingly on her master's leg, she then wrapped her arm around it. Kane and Ara walked up the VIP seating and found Nazario and Rosa.  Over the years, Kane had gotten used to seeing his mother in submissive mode.  The first few times he ran into them in their Dominant and submissive setting, he felt very uncomfortable, but, as he began to learn about the community and what it all meant, he was better with it.  Seeing his mom in her submissive mode, he knew that he would introduce her as Nazario's submissive, and not his mom. "Dad, I am happy you waited for me.  I would like to introduce my submissive, Ara." "Congratulations, son." "Thanks, please let your submissive know I will bring her by one day to the house and meet her formally." "Certainly.  Where are you going?" "I am taking my little pet to her apartment so we can pack up her belongs.  She will be staying with me at our home." Ara was standing with her head down and listening to Kane and Nazario’s conversation.  She had read that when meeting other Dominants and submissives that Dominants would often have conversations without acknowledging the submissives.  It felt weird not being introduced to Kane's mother, but she heard Kane say he would be bringing her by the home to meet her formally. However, what Kane said next shocked her.  She was to be staying at not his home, but ‘our home’. Surely, that had been a mistake on his part; she couldn’t imagine that it was true. "Well, if you need anything, please do not hesitate to contact me." "I will be bringing Ara to the house if I have to go out for family business, please make mother aware of this." "I understand and I will make sure she is aware." "Well, I am off; I will call you soon." Kane took Ara and headed toward the back of the building where the employee locker room was.  "Do you have a purse in the employee locker room?" "Yes, sir."  Ara whispered. Kane led her into the employee room and found the locker where Ara had placed her clothes and purse.  She quickly gathered the items and placed them in a shopping bag that Kane had found. They proceeded out of the room and toward the back door. "Excuse me, Sir, but what about this girl’s truck?"  Ara asked, biting her lower lip as they stepped into the parking lot. "Are you telling me that you drove that death trap here?"  Kane asked, trying to control his temper. How dare she put herself in danger by driving that vehicle.  "I will take care of this.. this problem." Ara couldn't understand why Kane was so upset over her vehicle.  It had been the only gift from her Dad when she came to stay the summer before college.  She had been so happy to have a gift that was not a gift card or money in an envelope. The truck meant that he had thought about her and not just a last minute thought.  Yes, it was not much to look at, but it ran fine and the brakes were new. "Sir, it was a gift from this girl’s father."  Ara pleaded. Kane looked at Ara and wondered what kind of father gave his daughter a vehicle that was probably older than he was.  Did he not care for the beautiful woman before him? "Here is not the place to discuss this, but we will later." Kane led Ara over to his 2015 Porsche 918 Spider.   He loved this car and he could not wait to Ara's sweet ass on its seat.  Opening the passenger door, he reached down to his wrist and unhooked the clasp that linked him and Ara together.  Why did it feel so wrong? If he had his Bentley, he could have taken Ara in the back seat. Well, tomorrow is another day; he did not plan to let his little pet go anywhere alone.  "You are safe now, my pet." "Thank you, Sir."  Ara said, overwhelmed with emotions.  This was the kind of man she had been looking for… one who knew how to treat a woman. Kane held Ara's hand as she sat down on the passenger seat.  He couldn't help but lean across her and to get the seat belt and bring it across her body to fasten it for her.  As he came across, he brushed his hand ever so lightly against her breasts. Ara nipples hardened when Kane brushed against them and she was once again wet.   "Thank you, Sir." Kane gave a sweet kiss and shut the door.  Ara quickly reached under her dress and collected the juices from her pussy so she could give it to Kane. Kane went around the car and opened the driver's door.  He got in, shut the door, and fastened his seat belt. Once he had it fasten, he felt Ara very close to him and she leaned over to his ear. "I'm wet."  Ara moaned. Kane eyes grew wide and looked at the vixen beside him with her hand reached out to him and he could see her fingers were wet with what had to be his pussy juice.  That is right, his , no other asshole was going to taste this nectar fucking… ever. "So you are wet again, my little pet?  I am so pleased with you and the way you have been following my rule. When we get back to our home, I am going to give you a treat.  For now, let’s just be Kane and Ara." Kane said, then leaned in and licked her fingers clean. Tonight he was going to eat her raw. "How do you get to your apartment?"  Kane asked. "Go down to Nelson and take a right onto Franklin; it's the second set of townhomes on the right."  Ara answered. Kane started the car and revved the engine.  "Are you ready for another ride?" Kane smirked.  He threw the car into gear and took off out of the parking lot.  Once out on the street, he didn't slow down. Ara gripped the seat and closed her eyes, praying silently that she would not die. Kane second love was driving fast, but, of course, his first love was pussy.  So, here he was in his new car with the sexiest pussy he had ever had that he knew was wet and waiting for his long hard thick cock, and he was going 95 mph.  Life was so fucking good. He quickly pulled up in front of the townhome and turned off the engine. Looking over at Ara, he saw her hands gripping the seat so tightly that her knuckles were white and she had her eyes shut. "Ara, my sweet, we are here." Ara slowly opened her eyes to see that, in fact, they had made it to her apartment safely.  Turning slowly, she was met with worried eyes. "I'm sorry, my sweet.  I am a very safe driver and I would never hurt you."  Kane pleaded. "I trust you." Picking up her hand from its grip, he brought it up to his lips, and kissed it sweetly.  "I am so glad that you do. Okay, let's go get your stuff." Kane got out and came around to open the door for Ara.  Taking her hand, he helped her out of the car and continued to hold her hand as they walked to the front door. Ara got out her key and unlocked the door. Kane saw the townhome was clean and nicely decorated.  "Nice place." "Thanks, it's all Katrina's work.  Her parents rented this for her and she allows me to pay a small rent.  Without her, I don't know what I would do." "What about your parents?"  Kane asked. "Kane, that is a long story; I promise to tell you everything soon." Kane wondered what was going on with her parents and why they would not help their child when she was struggling.  He decided he would run a background check on them and find out exactly what was going on. "That will be fine, now show me your room, little girl."  Kane said, swatting her ass. "Hey, what was that for?"  Ara said, rubbing her ass where Kane had hit it. "Oh, little girl, I just love spanking my ass." "Your ass?"  Ara asked. "Yes, mine.  Ara, from the moment you said you would be mine, every part of this body now belongs to me, and I will take great pleasure in each and every inch of it." Shit, why did he say stuff like that? Ara knew instantly that she was going to be constantly wet.   Ara looked up at Kane and smiled. "I'm wet again." Kane smirked; his little girl loved dirty talk.  "Well then, feed me." Ara slid her hand down her stomach, down her thighs,  and pulled up the hem of her dress. Slowly placing her finger under her panties, she collected the juices once again.   In doing so, she had to clench her pussy because she was so aroused and needed relief.  She pulled her finger out and put it up to Kane's mouth. Watching him suck her finger was the one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. "Mmm, so good.  You are going to keep me well fed, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir."  Ara smirked. Kane laughed and took her hand once again.  "Let's get a move on." Ara lead Kane up to her bedroom.  It had a queen size bed with purple bedding.  Her dresser and nightstand was in dark oak with glass knobs.  The dark hardwood floor had a purple shag rug over it. "Katrina decorated it, of course."   "Nice room, I'll have to remember her when I buy our next home." Ara stared at Kane, taking note that he kept saying ‘ours’ not ‘his’.   She couldn’t help but wonder why? She knew she was just his submissive.  Besides, he would have to marry soon in order to become head of the family. "Why the sad face?"  Kane questioned. "Nothing.  I’m really just going to miss living here." Kane could tell she was not telling him the whole truth, but with everything that had happened tonight, he was willing to let it slide this time. However, once they worked out the dynamics of their relationship, he would punish her if she did it again.  "Ara, I know there is something you are telling me, but I won't push you right now. Soon, though, you will have to tell me every thought and concern you have. As your Dominant, it is my responsibility to take care of every aspect of your life." Ara nodded. "Okay, do you have suitcases to pack your clothes?  I'll make arrangements to have your personal items packed up." "Yes, they are on the top shelf of the closet." Kane opened the door and was shocked at what he saw.  How could she only have only a small amount of clothes?  He saw a few pairs of jeans, about six tops, two skirts, two dress pants, and one black blazer.  On the floor of the closet sat one pair of black heels, two pairs of flats, and a pair of chucks that looked like she had worn them for the last ten years.  "Is this all of it?" "Yes, except for my underwear and t-shirts." Kane shook his head; they were going to have to do some serious shopping, because he expected her to look better than everyone else at all times.  "Well, little girl, I think a long shopping trip is in order." Ara nodded.  She knew that her Dominant would need to dress her in the manner he saw fit.  She liked to shop, but never had the money to do so. They quickly packed all of Ara's clothes and Kane carried the suitcases down the stairs.  When they got to the bottom, Uriel and Katrina were standing there. "Kane, good to see you."  Uriel said. "Same here; is it okay for me to speak to Katrina?"  Kane asked. "Always." "Katrina, I promise I will take care of her.  She is my life now, and she will want for nothing.  Please feel free to come and visit her at our house.  With permission from your Master, of course." Katrina looked up at Uriel and he nodded. "Thank you, Sir.  May I speak to Ara alone?" "Certainly.  Ara, my sweet, you may talk freely to Katrina." "Thank you.  I promise to only be a few moments." Ara and Katrina went into the living room where they immediately wrapped their arms around each other. "Are you okay?"  Katrina asked. Ara pulled out of the embrace and looked Katrina.  "I have never been more perfect that I am right now.  Katrina, he is everything I have everything I wanted or needed." Katrina giggled.  "Why didn't we ever talk about this?  What are the odds that both of us were submissive women?" "I know.  You will be okay alone?" "Ara, Uriel has wanted me to move in with him for months now.  I just didn't want to leave you." "I am so sorry, Katrina." "Don't be, I love you so much.  Besides, I wanted to be here for you." "Katrina, do you know everything about Uriel?"  Ara asked, wondering if she knew he was part of the mafia. Katrina looked at her friend and nodded.   "Good." "Well, let's get you back to your man." Returning to Kane and Uriel, Kane quickly leaned down and placed a kiss on Ara’s lips. Uriel laughed.  "Man, she was gone like five minutes; what are you going to do when you go to work?" "She will be going to work with me, unless it is too dangerous." "What? Why?" "Because I said so."  Kane said, looking at Uriel with deadly eyes. Uriel looked at Kane and then to Ara. Uriel noted that Kane was definitely hooked.  "Certainly." "Okay, Ara let’s be off." Ara gave Katrina one more hug and nodded her head to Uriel.  He was a friend, but also a Dominant and she knew that Kane would not like her to have physical contact with any other Dominant. They walked to the car and Kane helped her in.  Placing the suitcases in the trunk, he then got in the car.  "Let's go home." They quickly arrived at a very tall building on the outer edge of the city.  Kane opened the car door for Ara, and then retrieved the suitcases. "Come." Ara followed Kane over to an elevator.  He sat down one suitcase and pulled out a key and then placing it in a slot on the wall.  The doors opened and he motioned for Ara to get in. Once getting the suitcases inside the elevator, he again placed the key in another slot, this one in the elevator and pushed the button P1. The elevator started going up and up, with no talking between them.  Finally, when then they reached their floor, the elevator automated voice said, "Penthouse." "Penthouse?"  Ara questioned. "Only the best." Kane and Ara got off the elevator, which opened directly into a foyer.  The space was open and was decorated in creams and browns. "I hope you will like your new home." "I am sure I will."  Ara said. "I'll give you a tour tomorrow, right now I want to take you to our room and fuck you." Ara turned a bright red and her panties were now completely ruined. Kane breathed in deeply; he could smell her sweet scent.  Licking his lips, he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder and took off to his bedroom.  Kicking open his door, he threw her onto the bed. Looking at his goddess, he knew that she belonged in his bed always.  "I am so fucking ready to eat my pussy. You may come as often as you like." Turning her over, he gripped the thong and ripped it off of her.   Leaning down, he placed his nose in her pussy and breathed in her scent.  He wanted to bottle this up and wear it every day. Taking a lick from her clit to her ass, her hips automatically raised up to give him better access.  "Like that?" Kane hummed against her pussy. "God, yes, more, please." Grabbing her hips, he flipped her over.  He then grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up her body and over her head.  She was now only in her bra. Reaching behind her, he quickly and effortlessly unsnapped the bra and pulled it down her arms, and threw it across the room.  If he could have it his way, this would be the way she would be every second of every day. Stepping back, he pulled out his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it. Ara rose up to her elbows and stared at his naked chest and abs; god, he was ripped.  He removed his jacket, letting it fall to the floor and then removed his shirt. He stood before her in only his dress pants.  He reached for his belt and unhooked it and then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor and damn, he had gone commando after their little tryst. Stepping out of his pants, he kneeled before her and pulled her legs apart.  He began licking and nibbling her pussy. He had been right; she tasted even better from the source.  He continued licking and then added a finger, pushing it ever so slowly into her pussy and curling it up to find the soft patch inside of her and began to rub gently.  Quickly, Kane felt the walls of her pussy begin to quiver and he knew she was close. Pulling his head up and looking at her, he saw she had laid her head back, but her back was arched high. "Cum for me…NOW!"  Kane demanded, and soon as the words came out of his mouth, she came screaming. "KANE!!!" Kane went back to licking and nibbling and another orgasm came quickly.  He sucked on her clit, taking in all of the nectar her body gave him. Standing up, he looked down and smiled at her.  Her body was covered in sweat and her chest was heaving, trying to catch her breath. Taking his cock in his hand, he began to stroke it.  "Look at me." Kane demanded. Ara looked up and saw Kane stroking his long thick cock and she licked her lips, wanting to taste the pearl of cum on its tip. "He is hungry.  Come to the end of the bed and get on your hands and knees." Ara quickly moved into position. "Good girl."  Kane rubbed his fingers down to her pussy, pushed two fingers in, and found she was dripping wet.  He took his cock and pushed slowly into his favorite place. He had never felt anything this good. "Kane, it feels so good.  Harder, please." Kane began to pound into her hard.  Looking down, he could see his cock disappearing in her pussy and her ass shaking with each thrust. He then raised his hand and slapped her ass cheek. "YES..SPANK MY ASS."  Ara yelled. She loved having her ass spanked while fucking; damn, she even more perfect than he thought she was.  Controlling his need to cum, he continued fucking the hell of her. He pulled out, quickly turned her over, and then rammed back into her.  She raised her knees and held them to her shoulders as he pushed harder and faster. "Are you close?" "Yess.....So close.  Please make me cum." Lifting his pelvis to hit her pussy in a different spot, he continued to thrust hard over and over again.  "Cum for me." Then he felt her pussy grab hold of his cock and pulse over and over again, and in doing so made him shoot stream after stream of his cum into her pussy. Damn...Never had he had such a sexual experience.  Pulling out, he quickly wanted to return to where it felt like home.  His cock belonged to her and to her alone. Rolling off her, he quickly pulled her close to him.  "Thank you, my sweet." Ara giggled.  "No, thank you." Looking over he took a hand and laid it on her cheek.  "Ara, I have never in my life felt anything as good as that." Ara looked into his eyes and saw how sincere he was.  Could she really be enough for this man? "What is it?"  Kane asked. "Tell me please." "Am I truly good enough for you?" "Ara, you are more than enough; I can't wait to spend years and years learning all that you have to offer." "Years?" "Yes, sweet girl.  We have a lot to talk about, but I know I can't see myself without you by my side." "Really?" "Yes.  Now let's get some sleep.  Tomorrow is a big day." Ara snuggled close to Kane, laid her hand on his chest over his heart, and closed her eyes.  She smiled and thought that she could get used to this. Chapter 6   Kane began to wake and as he did, he felt Ara’s warm, soft body wrapped around him, as if she was protecting him.  Who was this woman, really? From the moment he saw her he was lost in her beauty. Not just her physical beauty, but also the unbelievable invisible beauty of being a submissive.  He knew there was much more he needed to know about her, however, this would only add to the intrigue of her. Slowly rubbing his finger over her soft, smooth skin, he was igniting the spark that seemed to always be there whenever they touched. Never had he felt anything like it, but he knew he never wanted to be without it again.  He had quickly become addicted to her, like a drug, and he would kill any motherfucking asshole who tried to take it away from him. He couldn’t help but think so, this is what’s like to be completely and hopelessly addicted . "Hmm, Master...."  Ara moaned. Kane looked at Ara's face and saw she was still asleep and dreaming of him; fuck, that was hot. "Tighter, please, I need them tighter." What was she dreaming about? By the way she was moaning, it was something she was enjoying very much, as evidenced by her hot pussy dripped against his leg. "What do you need, my sweet?"  Kane whispered softly, hoping to not to wake her, but still hoping to get a response. "Yes, I love the rope on my pussy." Oh, she was dreaming of being tied up; well, that was one dream he could definitely make come true.  "Soon, my little sweet." Kane reached down, found her wet, slick folds, and began to stroke them lightly.  He could not wait until they were in his playroom, where he would show her his technique for making her squirt.  Yes, he was proud of the fact that he could make most of his subs squirt their pussy juices. God, it was so hot to see. "My sweet, wake up."  Kane said, as he began to rub harder on her delicate folds. "Mmmm, so good." Ara was having a wonderful dream; Kane was tying her with a rope and he had placed a piece along her pussy and pulled it so that every time she moved, it deliciously cuts into her, causing her to get wetter and wetter with every movement.  He then tilted his head back and took in a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, they were all black. He looked feral and he quickly lay down, pulled her pussy over his mouth, and began to lick and suck hard on her clit. As he licked, he pulled the rope, which was what she needed most. Then, suddenly, it wasn't his mouth on her pussy, but his fingers, and they began to rub and tease her pussy.  Her orgasm was building; suddenly, she felt him pinch her clit, hard, and her body let go. Her orgasm washed over her. "KANE!"  Ara screamed, waking up from her dream.  Looking over to Kane, she saw he was wearing his signature smirk. She smiled at him and blushed.  But, then she felt his fingers lightly caress her folds. Shit, it hadn’t been just a dream. "My sweet, nice dream?" Ara blushed again, and dipped her head.  God, she just had a wet dream while wrapped around him. "Don't be shy, Ara.  That was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.  I couldn't help but touch you. What was the dream about?" "Well, it was about you." "Yes, I figured. What about me?" "You were, shit....."  Ara stammered, then closed her eyes, and tried to center herself.  A few seconds later, she opened her eyes with the determination that she would be able to tell him everything.  "You were tying me up and then you ate me out until I came." Kane smiled.  He knew that this was all new to her, but he was happy that she could find the strength to talk to him.  She had the all the makings of becoming one of the best subs he had ever witnessed, if not the best. And, fuck yeah, she was all his.  Leaning in, he needed his lips on hers, but, as he closed in, she backed away. "What the fuck?" "Morning breath."  Ara said, covering her mouth with her hand. "I don't give a fuck what your mouth smells like. I want my motherfucking morning kiss, and, damn it, I want it fucking now." Shit, every damn time he talked like that, Ara would get wet…she couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck was wrong with herself. "Oh, my little sweet, you liked that, huh?" "Yes." Leaning in again, Kane captured Ara's mouth with his and commanded control over it.  He did not know why she thought it would taste bad. Instead, it was the sweetest, most delicious taste he had ever had.  After getting his fill, he lightly kissed her lips and then pulled back. "Never have I ever tasted any mouth as good as yours, even with ‘morning breath’." Ara smiled.  "Sorry about earlier." "I can understand, but please don't refuse me because of something as trivial as bad breath.  If there is something seriously wrong or if you just don't want to, please tell me; I promise I will never force myself on you.  Now, let us get up, take a shower, and begin our day. I'll call Janetta and have her fix us something to eat." Ara looked at Kane. Jealousy tore through her.  "Who the fuck is Janetta? Another damn sub? Because, if so, I don't share." Kane was taken back at Ara's anger, but, at the same time, he was extremely turned on.  "Watch your tone." Kane demanded. "She is not my fucking sub; she is my goddamn housekeeper.  And, for the record, I don’t share, either." Fuck, fuck, fuck... Ara couldn’t help but think about how she was putting her foot in her mouth more times than she could count.  "Sorry....I…fuck, this is harder than I imagined." Even though he was upset over her outburst, and he heard what she said, this was the first time she has been in an actual Dominant/submissive relationship. So, he not only needed to have a strong hand, but he also needed to be considerate of her newfound feelings.  "Ara, I know, but, together we will work on it, I promise." Ara threw her arms around his neck and peppered kisses all over his face.  "Thank you, thank you. You are the sweetest, most understanding Dominant a girl could hope for." Kane let out a hearty laugh and wrapped his arms tight around her naked body.  God, she was something else. "Okay, let's get going to that shower." Finally, they untangled from each other and made their way to the bath.  Ara walked into the en suite bath and fell in love. It had two vanities, one had been clearly designed for a woman, as it had a stool where one could sit while applying makeup.  It also had a large sunken tub and an all glass-enclosed shower. "It's wonderful."  Ara said. "I'm glad you like it." Kane started the shower, grabbed towels from the cabinet, and placed them on the towel warmer.  He took her hand and led her into the shower. He then proceeded to bathe every inch of her body.  As he washed her pussy, she jerked back. "Are you sore?" "Yes, a little; I've never been with someone like that." "I am sorry, Ara.  I should have been more careful, but, god, you make me so fucking hard. When I taste and smell you, all reason seems to leave me.  Shit, I know better than this; we should have talked more and discussed what your limits were. Fuck, fuck... I am such an asshole.  Please forgive me." Kane said, beating himself up for not putting her needs before his fucking cock. Fuck, his mentor would be so fucking mad at him, and he would deserve every minute of his disgust. When Kane had decided he had wanted to pursue his Dominant nature, Nazario had him get in touch with one of the most well respected Dominants around.  Peter Brookshire, Uriel's brother, and a cousin to the family. Peter was more than happy to take young Kane under his wing and helped him become a very good Dominant…until now. Ara saw that Kane was going through some inner turmoil.  His gorgeous face was distorted, and his luscious green eyes were full of grief.  Ara took her hands, placed one on each side of his cheeks, leaned up, and began placing sweet loving kisses on his face.  "Kane, my sweet, sweet Kane. I am fine and we are fine." Kane looked into her eyes and got lost in the beauty of them.  "Thank you,” he whispered, laying his forehead to hers. They finally finished their shower and wrapped themselves in towels and walked back into the bedroom.  "Where are my suitcases?" "Over there."  Kane said, pointing to the wall just inside of the closet. Ara walked over and bent down to open one.  Turning her head and looking over her shoulder,  "Does it matter what I wear today?" Kane smiled, over at Ara.  "No, but something comfortable, because we have lots and lots of shopping to do." Ara picked out her short, white flowing skirt and a deep blue off the shoulder blouse that Katrina had bought for her on her last birthday.  Searching through the case, she finally found a white thong and knew she would have to forgo a bra because of how the top fell. Kane sat on the end of the bed, watching as she dropped the towel, and put on the tiny white thong.  Damn, what an ass. She then pulled the skirt up her legs, and he noticed it hit her high on the thighs. Hhmm, easier access, he smirked to himself.  Then, she pulled the top over her head, and one shoulder fell off her shoulder onto her arm. Wait…she didn't put on a bra. "Ara, are you forgetting something?" "No." "Really? Come here." Ara walked over to him and stood in front of him. Kane reached up, found one of her perky nipples, and gave it a tug. "AHH..."  Ara moaned. "No bra.  Well, I guess I will have fun with these."  Kane said while reaching up with his other hand and then pulling both nipples hard. "KANE!"  Ara screamed. "Like that, my sweet?" "Oh, fuck yeah." "Good.  Now, I must dress so we can eat, then we will go over some paperwork." Kane stood and walked to his closet.  He usually wore suits every day, but today he chose a pair of dark jeans, a white button down shirt, and a blue blazer.  Putting on his favorite Italian leather shoes, he walked out to find that Ara had brushed her hair and placed it in a messy bun. "Not drying your hair?" "No, I figure it would dry before we leave." "Okay, come; let me introduce you to Janetta.  Her husband, Ben, is my driver when I need his services." They walked out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen.  Walking into the room behind Kane, Ara saw a small dark haired woman at the stove.  She turned and Ara saw she had a nice face and wore dark rimmed glasses. "Mr. Leone, good morning." "Thank you, Janetta. This is Ara White." "Hello, Miss White, can I get you something to drink?" "Please, just Ara, and I will have coffee." "Okay, Ara; Mr. Leone, the usual?" "Yes; how many times to I have to tell you it's Kane." Ara watched as Janetta's cheeks turned a bright shade on red and she nodded her head. Janetta finished fixing breakfast and placed it on the breakfast bar.  She had prepared pancakes with bacon. She placed a container of warm syrup on the counter in front of them. Kane and Ara finished their breakfast in silence. Ara was excited to have the conversation concerning their relationship.  She hoped that she would be the type of submissive that Kane needed. She had read that, often, when a Dominant and submissive would start their relationship, they would find out that one did not meet the needs of the other.  With her research, she had an understanding of what she thought she would like to try. She prayed that Kane would be patient with her and her lack of experience. "Come; let's go into the den where we will be more comfortable."  Kane said, interrupting her thoughts. Kane led Ara into the den.  "Please have a seat. I will go get the paperwork." Ara sat on the large comfortable sofa, bringing up her bare feet so that she could tuck them under her.  She clasped her hands together and willed them to stop shaking. Please, please…be enough for him, she thought. She couldn't explain it, but she felt a connection with Kane. Kane went into his office and collected his limits sheet and a blank limits form, as well as two copies of the contract he had made up for all his submissives, past and present.  He walked back into the den to find his beautiful girl sitting on the couch wringing her hands together. Sitting down beside her and laying the paperwork on the table, he took her hands into his and pulled them up to his lips.  Kissing each finger lovingly, he said, "Don't, please; don't worry, my sweet girl." A tear spilled out of her eye and down her face.  "I'm trying, but I'm so nervous." "Together...We do this together."  Kane proclaimed. "Okay, let's begin." Kane picked up the limits list.  "Okay, I would like to go through each one, explain its meaning if you need me to, and afterwards, I'll let you see mine and see what you think.  If, after that, you and I feel that we are compatible, then we will go over the contract." "Okay." "Alright, let's get started.  Tell me yes or no for each item.  If it’s a yes, we’ll rate it from 0-5 on willingness to try, with five being the most willing.  If it is a no, then we will discuss it further into soft and hard limits. If it is a soft limit, it means you’re willing to try.  If it is a hard limit, it will never happen." "I understand."  Ara said, biting her lip. Over the next hour they went through the list, and Kane marked each item with either a no or yes, and if yes, her willingness to each one. She had marked for her hard limits:  Abrasion  Animal roles  Arm binders  Asphyxiation  Auction  Bathroom use control  Beating  Breath Control  Branding Cages Choking Waist reduction Diapers Electricity Face slapping Fantasy gang-rape Full head hoods Given Away Golden Showers Gun Play Scat Play Serving anyone else Swapping with another couple Kane smiled because her list, mirrored his.  On her soft limits, there were a few items that she had placed “0” on things he loved doing, but he knew that they could work with the list to meet both their needs. "Ara, we are very compatible.  And I would love to begin a Dom/sub relationship with you." Ara smiled.  After going through the list and then reviewing Kane's, she had seen the same thing.  "I would love to try." Kane pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly.  "You have made me a very happy man. Now onto the contract; it is a standard Dominant/submissive contract, but, Ara, I need to ask you something before we sign anything." "Sure." "How would you feel about not only having this type of relationship, but also have a girlfriend/boyfriend relationship with me?"  Kane asked, hoping she would say yes. Ara looked at Kane in shock; he wanted both? "There is nothing I would love more."  Ara said, blushing. "Really?" "Yes, really." "Okay, I still want to take care of you, but I think we could limit our actual play time between Friday evening and Sunday afternoon.  But, during the week, we will get to know each other as just Kane and Ara. Does that sound good to you?" "Yes, but, Kane, are you sure you want me to live here?  I mean, I know you have family responsibilities. I don't want to impede on them." "Ara, I can't tell you right now the reason why I need you to live here, because I am still trying to figure it out myself, but I feel this need for you to be near me.  I have never felt this need to protect someone like this ever before. So, please, stay here with me." Kane pleaded. "Okay, I'll stay, but, Kane, I am scared that, in the end, I will be the only one that will get hurt." "Don't worry, my sweet girl, because I promise to always be true to you.  I can't say that, during the week, my Dominant side won't show itself, because I’m sure it will.  But, we can work through this together." "Okay, let's read over this contract." Ara read it, and signed…agreeing to:  Obey his commands to the best of her ability.  To strive to overcome feelings of guilt or shame, and all inhibitions that interfered with her capabilities to serve Him and limit her growth as His submissive.  To maintain honest and open communication.  To reveal her thoughts, feelings, and desires without hesitation or embarrassment.  To inform Him of wants and perceived needs, recognizing that He is the sole judge of whether or not these shall be satisfied.  To strive toward maintenance of a positive self-image and development of realistic expectations and goals.  To work with Him to become a happy and self-fulfilled individual.  To work against negative aspects of her ego and her insecurities that would interfere with advancement of her goals. And that her surrender as a submissive was done with the knowledge that nothing asked of her would demean her as a person, and in no way diminished her own responsibilities toward making the utmost use of her potential. "So, if you will sign here, and then I will sign and I will give you a copy."  Kane said. "Ara, I want us to take some time to get to know each other, before we take the next step to becoming Master/submissive.  I believe that relationship should not be rushed into; that being said, I see us someday soon beginning such a relationship. But, first, we have to get to know each other better and that includes our pasts.  I will need to know about your family, as well as anything that you think will cause this relationship to fail." "Kane, I want you to know I want this relationship to work.  Everything I have read or seen has said that the way to have a happy relationship was to build it on trust and communication.  I will tell you now it is hard for me to sometimes communicate my feelings, but I promise to work on my faults, so that it doesn't interfere with this relationship. My mother and father divorced when I was three and my mother and I moved to Arizona.  She never was mean to me, but she never really showed love for me, either. By the age of ten, I had taken over cooking and making sure the bills were paid. She often brought men into the home and, even though nothing ever happened, there were times I felt uncomfortable with some of them.  I can't remember how many times I walked into the living room to find my mother and her current boyfriend having sex on the couch. I was so ashamed that I never made friends with anyone from school, because I didn't want them to come to my home to see that. When I graduated high school, and had gotten into the University of Washington, I called my father and asked if I could stay the summer, and spend some time with him before college.  He didn't say no, but he wasn't overly happy about it either. Over the years, my father was a just a man who sent me a card for my birthday and Christmas. He never wanted me to visit and never came to Arizona.  When I arrived at my father’s home that summer, he had a room set up with a bed and dresser. He is the Chief of Police in Redmond, a small town about three hours from here, but, before you ask, we still are not close, and I don't think it will be strange to be a police Chief's daughter and have a relationship with a mobster.  The only two things Mave, my father, ever did for me were to show me how to defend myself and purchase that truck you don’t like. That truck was the first thing he ever gave me that actually had taken him more than a few minutes of thought to do. So, as much as you dislike the truck, it is a physical reminder that my father might actually have cared just a little about me." Kane sat and listened to her tell about her childhood, or lack thereof.  If he hadn't wanted to take care of her before, he surely did now. He would shower this woman with not only gifts, but also with the constant reminder of how important she was to him. "Kane, it was that summer before I went off to college that I happened upon BDSM.  The first book I read was a beginner's submissive book. The writer's words were so clear and captivating that it made me want to read more and more.  I spent the next year, studying. When I was alone, I would practice being a submissive. So, when Uriel turned to his Dominant voice, it made me fall into my submissive mindset.  I had always hoped and prayed that, somehow, I would find someone who would help me let my submissive nature loose." "What was the name of the first book you read?" "Letting Your Inner Self Free by Elizabeth Giannino." Kane smiled; her introduction into the community was written by his mother, using a penname, of course.  What were the chances? "Do you still have a copy?" "Yes, it's well worn, because, whenever I questioned something, I would reference back to it.  It actually is in my purse. I carry it with me everywhere." "Well, that actually is a wonderful book and is a wonderful tool to be following.  Now, let us get up, and get a move on because we may need to spend the rest of the day shopping. However, if we get done early, I would love to take you to my parents to meet them, in a normal setting." "Are you sure you want me to meet your parents in a normal setting?" "Ara, did you forget we are planning to be in a  regular relationship also? My father has met you as my submissive, but now he will meet my girlfriend and I want my mother to meet you as well.  And like I told you, if ever we need to be apart, you will be staying with my mother." Ara nodded. Kane stood and helped Ara from the couch.  Placing the contract and limits back into the folder, they walked into the bedroom, where Kane placed the folder in the top drawer of the nightstand.  "I'll put them in the safe later." Ara smiled, and went to put on her black flats.  She went into the bathroom, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. Taking her hair down from the bun, she brushed it out; it fell in soft curls down her back.  God, it had gotten so long. Kane walked in the bathroom and watched her brush her beautiful long hair.  He walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and laid his chin on her shoulder.  Looking into the mirror, he was amazed at how perfect they looked together. "We look good together." Ara looked into the mirror and admired the couple who were now more than just a Dominant and submissive, but also a ‘normal’ couple. She thought she could see  the love that flowed out of them. Well, maybe someday.... Soon they were out the door, and at the front of Kane's building to find a large fancy car waiting for them.  A young man was waiting by the rear passenger side for them, opening the door as they walked up. "Mr. Leone, I hope you are well?" "Ben, again, it is Kane, and I am fucking fantastic.  This lovely lady is the reason behind it. Ara White, meet Ben Marino, Janetta's husband." "Glad to meet you, Miss White." "Ara, please." "Okay, shall we get going?" "Yes."  Kane said as he assisted Ara into the car and then slid in beside her.  Wrapping his hand around her bare leg, he held it tight. The first stop was a high end boutique, where the management set up Kane and Ara in a private room and served them champagne. The room had a soft loveseat for Kane to sit back to watch and approve the clothing selections. Ara had so much fun trying on outfit after outfit.  Kane's taste was excellent, but very expensive. They finally left the shop after Kane spent well over $10,000.  After leaving the boutique, they went to the next. This one carried career wear. "Why are we here?"  Ara asked. "Well, since you will be coming with me to the office, I thought you might like to look the part.  Ara, I know you have an MBA, so you might be able to help me run some of the businesses." "REALLY?!"  Ara screamed. "Yes, my sweet girl.  Now come on, we have several other stops." They were able to find several suits, most were skirts and blazers, but Kane fell in love with one pinstripe suit that fit her like a glove.  His cock grew so hard when she paired the suit with a pair of fuck me high heels, and an extremely low cut shell top, he was certain if it could, it would have burst through his pants.  He couldn't wait to get her in his office in that suit and fuck the shit out of her. Ara loved all the clothes, but the pinstripe suit was her favorite. She could see the lust in Kane's eyes as she modeled it. When she had finished putting on the shoes, she turned to see that Kane was palming his long thick cock through his pants.  He must like this very much; she couldn't wait to wear it. After they finished with that boutique, they went to a lingerie boutique. Kane was like a kid in a candy store.   He could not resist buying anything he thought she would look good in on his bed. However, the next store was his favorite.  The shop was owned by a friend of the community who ran the shop for Dominants and submissives to wear in the playroom. Leah carried some of the best in the country and Kane loved coming in, but today he was excited to introduce Ara. Before walking in, Kane advised her that this shop was owned by a Domme, so she was to please be considerate and respectful. "Do you want me to go into sub mode?"  Ara asked, wanting to please her Dominant. "Please.  I know it's not playtime, but there are going to be times like this where we must follow rules of the community." "I understand and only wish to serve you, Sir."  Ara said. Kane was so pleased with his little submissive.  Kane walked through the door and Ara followed one step behind and to the right. "Kane, so good to see you."  Leah said. "Good to see you.  How is Sam?" "Oh, he has been a bad, bad boy, so he is currently tied up." Kane laughed.  "Well, let us get what we came in for so you can go let him loose." "Oh, we have plenty of time." "This is my submissive, Ara.  We need to get her all set up." "She looks lovely; I am glad you found someone, but I haven't seen her in the community." "She is new, but is already quite good." Over the next hour, Kane selected corsets in multiple colors, thongs, crotchless panties, garters and stockings, and lots of play outfits. "Put everything on my account." "Okay.  Are you going to be doing the Shibari demonstration for the party?" "Maybe.  We are very young in our relationship, so we will see." "Well, I hope so.  I always learn something new from you." "Thanks." Kane led Ara out the door and into the car.  He was so proud of her. Climbing in, he told Ben to take them to his parents’ home, then he put up the privacy screen.  "Ara, you made me so proud. You behaved like a wonderful submissive, and seeing you like that you made my cock weep to be in your hot little pussy." Ara panties were suddenly completely ruined.  "So, what do you want?" "Please strip and let me have you.  I need you so bad." Ara looked forward and saw the privacy window was up and the windows leading to the outside were darkened. She had imagined doing this many times; she now needed the confidence to say yes.  Biting her lip, she looked at Kane; the poor man looked to be in pain. I can do this.... Kane watched as she pulled the top over her head and pulled her skirt down her legs and then her thong.  She lay back against the seat completely naked, waiting for him. He quickly removed his clothes, and then began to caress her folds.  She was wet and her clit was already swollen and in need of relief. "You are so wet, my sweet. Is this for me?" "Yes." "Whose pussy is this?" "Only yours." "Damn right."  Kane said, then pulled her on top on him and then pushed his cock all the way home. "Fuck, you feel so good." "Yes, Kane so good, please harder, please I need..." "Fuck, babe. This might be over before I move if your fucking walls grip my dick any harder,” He groaned. But, soon Kane began to thrust even harder into her hot wet pussy.  Suddenly, he felt her walls begin to quiver and then grabbed his cock even tighter. "KANE, SO GOOD!!"  Ara screamed as he kissed her to help silence her. God, he loved hearing his name from her lips when she came.  He looked up at this woman and began to see his entire life wrapped around her.  He thrust again, burying himself deeper than he had ever been and came hard himself. "What are you doing to me?"  Kane sighed. Ara pulled her body up and off of Kane, and, like every other time, she missed him being in her.  She sat on the seat and felt herself leaking both of their fluids. "Umm… Kane, do you have any napkins?  I seem to be making a mess on the seat." Kane looked down at her pussy and saw the mixture of both of them coming out of her hot little pussy.  It made his cock stir once again. Looking out the window, he noticed he didn't have time for another round, so he had to just suck it up.  Reaching in a compartment in front of them, he picked up a stack of napkins, and then turned and began to clean her up. "I helped make this wonderful mess, so I am more than fucking happy to clean it up.  Fuck, my little sweet, if we were not so close to my parents’ home, I would take you again." Kane gently cleaned her up and bent down and placed a kiss on his sweet little mound.  "Until later." Ara giggled at how sweet, yet crude he could be all in the same moment. They quickly dressed and Ara used her fingers to try to comb out her hair, so it didn't look like she just had sex in the backseat of the car on the way to his parents’ house. Ben drove the car up to the gate and the guard opened it for them.  Driving up the long driveway, the Leone Estate finally came into view.   Holy shit it was huge , Ara couldn’t help but notice.  The main features were the cream colored bricks and rustic red doors. "It's beautiful."  Ara said. "I enjoyed growing up here.  I hope one day to find something like this for us." "Us?"  Ara questioned. "If you still want to be with me." "Always."  Ara quickly said, meaning it with everything that was in her. They got out of the car and the front door opened, revealing Nazario and Rosa. "Kane, my boy."  Rosa cooed. "Mom."  Kane said, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.  After a few moments, he placed a loving kiss on her cheek. "Mom, I would like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Ara White." Rosa was taken aback when he introduced her as his girlfriend, and not his submissive.  "Ara, dear, I have heard such great things about you, welcome." "Thank you, Mrs. Leone; your home is lovely." "None of that; I'm Rosa and this is Nazario. Now, come in, I have a bottle of wine breathing on the counter." Kane and Ara walked in, and Ara was in awe of the grandeur of the house.  The staircase that was to the right of the foyer and wrapped around the wall to the second floor. The entry was open all the way up to the ceiling and there was a beautiful chandelier. "Come, we'll have our wine in the back parlor."  Rosa said. Kane took Ara's hand and they walked to the parlor.  The room overlooked the harbor with huge windows along the entire wall.  The walls themselves were in a dark oak and so was the flooring. The decor had a comfortable, homey feel. Kane sat on a loveseat and Ara sat beside him.  Nazario sat across from them and watched his son interact with this young woman.  He hadn't told Kane, but he had run a very intensive background check on her. One detail that came out, and disturbed him was the fact that her father was a fucking pig.  Not just a pig, a Chief pig. He couldn't let anyone stand in his son's way of becoming the head of family, not even a woman who seemed to have captured his heart. Family above all else. "Here we go."  Rosa said, as she carried in a tray with a bottle of wine and four glasses.  Setting it down on the coffee table, she poured each a glass. "To new beginnings." "To new beginnings."  Kane and Ara said. "So, Ara, I understand you graduated from UW."  Rosa said. "Yes, I have an MBA with a minor in marketing." "Wonderful, do you have family close?" Ara looked at Kane and gave him a worried look.  Shit, she was sitting in the home of the Don of the Leone family and she was the daughter of the Chief of Police. Kane knew she was worried, but after hearing her confess her background to him, he knew that she had nothing to worry about.  Mave White didn't care about his daughter. "Mom, Ara's father is the Chief of Police in a little town about three hours from here.  He has never really been in her life and the short time she did spend with him, he couldn't care less about her." "I'm so sorry, my dear.  What about your mother?" Ara couldn't form the words to describe her mother.  "Rosa, she is alive, but lives in Arizona with her current boyfriend.  We have not spoken to each other in over four years." Rosa looked at Ara and her heart broke for this sweet young woman. "I'm so sorry to have brought it up." "It's okay; I know that you want to make sure I am not someone who will hurt the family.  Kane has told me about the family. While I am still scared by the whole concept, I can’t imagine a day without him." Nazario listened to the young woman and wanted to believe her, but he wasn’t fully convinced yet.   The four of them talked over the next thirty minutes; Ara and Rosa seemed to be getting along very well. "Kane, may I have a word with you?"  Nazario asked. Kane looked at his father and knew that it was serious.  "Ara, will you be okay with my mother?" "Of course, go; I'll be fine." Kane leaned in and pressed a kiss on her lips.  "I won't be long." Kane got up and followed his father to his study.  Once in, Kane closed the soundproof door. "Kane, have a seat." Kane sat in a chair in front of his father's desk. "You seem to be very taken with this girl." "I am." "And it doesn't bother you that her father is a pig?" "Dad, Ara told me all about her childhood this morning.  She was very forthcoming about everything; Dad it was bad.  She basically was a person who lived in the home. No love was ever shown to her. She did all the cooking and cleaning.  Dad, her mother would have sex in the living room with random men, knowing she was at home, and could walk in at any moment.  Her father never visited her, and during the few months she did live with him, he left her alone most of the time. This is when she started reading and studying BDSM.  Dad, do you know what book she carries in her purse daily?" "No."  Nazario said, intrigued with the tale. "Mom's book.  Ara uses it as her guide.  Dad, in all the years I have been in the community, I have never seen a submissive as in tune with her inner self.  To make it better, she is self-taught. We have decided to be in a Dominant/submissive relationship, and it will be on the weekends, but during the week we are going to be boyfriend/girlfriend." "Kane, what about the stipulation concerning you taking over the family?  You need to start looking for a bride, but, as you know, she needs to have Italian blood, so your children can one day take over." Kane knew this.  But, he knew that Ara was of Italian blood.  Would she really consider marrying him? "Dad, I will make the announcement at the party next week, is that good enough?" "Yes." "Good, now let's go back and see what they are up to." Nazario came around the desk and placed his arm around his son's shoulder.  "If you trust her, then so do I. But, son, please keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary." "I will dad, but, truly, she is everything you see before you.  She hides nothing." As they walked down the hall, Kane's phone began to ring. "Yes?" "Kane, we have a major problem on the docks.  Someone has killed Ernie and has stolen the shipment of guns." "WHO THE FUCK DID THAT?  Was anyone else hurt?" "No, but it's a big mess." "FUCK, I'm on my way.  Call Uriel and have him meet me."  Kane hung up and slammed his fist against the wall. "What is it?"  Nazario asked. "Some motherfucking asshole has killed Ernie, and stolen the shipment.  Paul says it is a mess. I need to get down there and see what is going on." "Go, but keep me up to date.  I’ll keep be here keeping the house safe.” Kane turned, and started to the door, but then suddenly stopped mid-stride.   Ara.  Quickly, he returned to the parlor to find Ara and Rosa sitting together, looking at old photo albums. Ara heard someone walk in and when she looked up, she saw Kane, but knew immediately that something was wrong.  "Kane, what is it?" Kane wrapped his arms around her and breathed in her sweet scent.  "I've got to go. You need to stay here with Mom." Ara then knew, whatever it was, it was too dangerous for her.  Then, she became extremely worried over his safety. "Come back to me." "Always."  Kane declared, placing one long kiss upon her lips and then passing her over to his mother’s waiting arms.  Looking at her eyes fill with tears, he knew she was the one for him. Chapter 7   Kane walked out the door; for the time in his adult life, he had reason to be careful, because he wanted to keep his word to Ara.  Walking up to the car, he told Ben to go to his apartment. He trusted Ben, but he needed to limit the amount of people who could know about the situation, until he knew all the details.   "Ben, make sure the apartment has been untouched and secure it until I get home.  If you find anything out of the ordinary, call me immediately."   "Of course, Mr. Leone."   Kane walked over to his R8, opened his trunk and then the secret compartment hidden there, and pulled out his Desert Eagle with the silencer.   Getting into the car, he revved the engine and took off for the docks.  He arrived quickly, and saw Uriel, and was surprised to see that Erik was back.   Dad had sent him to do a job in Italy for a friend of the family.  The friend's daughter had been kidnapped and raped. He wanted justice that the court systems wouldn't give him.  He paid Dad one million dollars to do the job, and make the asshole suffer like his little girl did. Erik had been wanting to step up and show his backbone, so Dad gave him the job.  He had slipped into the country, found the motherfucking rapist, and let him die a long painful death.   "Erik, man, glad to have you back.  I hear you did a great job. The customer was very pleased and called Dad.  So be prepared to step up."   "Thanks, Kane.  I had hoped this might do it."   "Uriel, what happened here?"   "Seth got a call from Ernie; Ernie said that he saw someone breaking into the shipping containe. As they were talking, all hell broke loose.  He heard a gunfight and Ernie yelled for help, then the line went dead. "   "Have you found him?"   "We just got here."  Uriel said.   "Okay, let's go see if we can find him. Watch your back."  Kane said.   After looking around the dock for about a half hour, they happened upon a blood trail.  They followed it down between a couple of containers. Behind them, they found Ernie's dead body lying face down in a small patch of grass, with one of his guns beside him.   "Shit.  They got him good.  Fuck, wasn't Waylon with him on this protection detail?"  Kane asked.   "Yeah, fuck; I wonder where the hell he is."  Uriel said, looking around the area.   "Well, the motherfuckers took the whole shipment."  Kane said, running his hands through his hair. Fuck, Dad was going to go fucking nuts.  Looking up, he saw the dock had surveillance cameras. "Uriel…look." He said, pointing up to the camera.  "Get Aden on the phone and tell him to hack in and get the footage."   "On it, Boss."  Uriel said, grabbing his phone and calling Aden.   "Erik, get the cleanup crew in here, and make sure they take special care of Ernie's body."   Erik got his phone out and started calling the cleanup crew.   While Uriel and Erik was making their calls, Kane began to walk around the container area.  Fuck, this was a fucking nightmare. The buyers were going to be extremely mad, and he hoped he could smooth over this so they could still do business with them in the future.   Walking along the side of the warehouse, he heard someone moaning.  Making sure his gun was ready; he cautiously walked toward the sound.   Rounding the corner, he found a man lying up against the building with a gunshot wound to the knee.   "Hey fucker."  Kane said, pointing his gun to the guy's head.  "Looks like it hurts."   "Fuck you.  Who do you think you are pussy boy?"   "Oh, man, I'm the fucking grim reaper, and I have come to take your fucking black soul."  Kane smirked, walking over and placing his foot over the wound, and pushing down.   "FUCK! that hurts."   "Oh you haven't seen anything yet."  Kane smirked.   Kane kept his eye on the asshole, slipped his hand in his pocket, and grabbed his phone, and pushed a speed dial.  "Uriel, you and Erik need to get over to the west side of the warehouse; I found a live one."   "Fuck, okay; we are on our way."   Slipping the phone back in his pocket, he smirked down at the fucker.  "Well, I have a few friends who like to play, so we’re about to have ourselves one hell of a party."   The man looked up and knew that his life was soon to be over.   Soon, Uriel and Erik found Kane, and laughed at the sight of Kane casually standing on the knee of the man with his arms wrapped round his chest, and his huge ass gun ready for any movement.   "Hey, fuckers, it's like Easter; look at the fucking egg I found."   "A good one man."  Erik laughed.   "Uriel, what whip did you bring?"   "SUV."   "Great, go get it.  Grab some rope to tie the fucker up; we are taking him to the house for a little party."   "Right, Boss."   "Boss?"   "Oh, I'm sorry fucker.  The name is Kane Leone."   Holy fuck , the man thought.   Soon Uriel was back with the SUV, they tied the fucker up, and they were off to the warehouse.  Kane hoped he could get some information from him. They pulled up to the warehouse, where they had a secret room that they used just for this purpose.   Erik and Uriel carried the man into the room and tied him to a chair.  Kane took off his blazer, rolled his sleeves up to the elbows, and put on his black leather gloves.   Walking over to the chair, he took his leg and kicked the man in the chest, causing him to fall back and hit his head on the concrete floor in the process.   "Pick the fucker back up, guys."  Kane said.   Erik pulled the man back upright by his hair.   "Fuck! Stop, that hurts."  The man yelled.   "Really? I didn't feel a thing fucker."  Erik chuckled.   Kane came back up to the man and began to punch him in the face, over and over again.   Blood was pouring out of his mouth, his nose was broken, and both eyes began to swell shut.   "Now that I have your attention, tell me who sent you to the docks."   "No one."   "Oh, I think you are lying to me and I hate when someone does that."  Kane said, turning to Uriel. "Hand me my favorite toy."   Uriel turned to the table and picked up the knife, which had a six inch blade with a jagged edge, and handed it to Kane.   A sinister smile formed on his lips, and he brought the knife up to his mouth and kissed the blade.  "Hello, old friend." Kane said. "See, this has been a friend of mine for a long, long time, and I want to introduce you to it."   After saying that, Kane stuck the knife in the gunshot wound on the man's knee and pulled the blade back until you could see the bone.  The man's scream rang through the building, causing Kane's evil side to smile with joy.   "Stop, stop, I'll tell you.  Just please stop." The man cried, as he tried to breathe through the pain.   "Okay, who sent you, fucker?"  Kane said.   "I only met him once.  He had me, and some other guys come to docks to help get the guns.  I got separated, and the black haired guy fucking shot me."   "What is the name of the guy?"   "Kurt."   "Kurt who?"   "I only know him as Kurt."   "How did you get in touch with him?"   "He contacted me by a burn phone."   “Okay, thanks for the information, Oh, by the way, do me favor."  Kane smirked. "Tell the Devil I said fuck you." Then Kane pulled his gun from his waist of his pants and put the bullet between the man’s eyes.  The man's body propelled back and he landed on the floor still tied to the chair. "Have the cleanup crew take care of this piece of shit."   Uriel nodded, and made another call.   "Erik, Uriel, I'm out of here.  We'll get together tomorrow and talk about everything."   "Sure thing, Boss."   Kane turned, pulled off his gloves, and threw them on top of the dead man's body.  Unrolling his sleeves and putting his blazer back on, he yelled over his shoulder,   "Uriel make sure my friend is cleaned up real nice."   "Will do, Boss."   Kane was happy he was finally leaving, and going back to his Ara.   Damn right, she was his. Rosa continued to hold onto Ara and lead her back into the den.  "Sit my dear, he will be fine."   "Nothing can happen to him."  Ara cried. She felt as if her heart had been torn from her body, and was being carried with Kane as he left.   "Ara, listen to me, I have lived through this for a very long time and yes, it is very scary, and dangerous, but Kane has been taught how to handle himself, and I believe he will take extra care of himself because he now has something he cares about to come back to."  Rosa said.   "What?"   "You, my silly girl."   "Me?"   "Yes. I have never, and I mean never, seen him like he is around you.  You have put a light in his eyes; it is shining so brightly."   Ara wanted to believe Rosa, it would be like a dream come true to have someone like Kane fall in love with her, but she knew not to get her hopes up.  A person like her never had a dream to come true. So, why would it start now?   "Now, I am going to make some tea.  Then you and I are going to have a nice long talk."  Rosa said, patting Ara on the knee. "I'll be right back."   "Okay."   Rosa left the room, leaving Ara by herself.  She got up and walked over to the bank of windows that overlooked the bay.  Taking in the beautiful view, she thought about the last few days. Shit, it had only been one day; she had only known him for a day and she was completely in love with him.  How could that be? The moment she saw him, she knew there was something about him that seemed to pull her heart toward him. And when he pulled the gun and threatened to shoot that asshole at the club, he captured her heart completely.  Looking up at the sky, she began to say a silent prayer. "God, I have never asked anything from you, but please please keep him safe and allow him to come back to me."   "Ara, honey,"  Rosa said.   Ara turned with tears streaming down her face, to see that Rosa had returned with a tray that held a pot of tea, cups, and a tray of cookies.  "I made these this morning. They're Nazario's favorite, but I have to limit his intake, or he'll eat the whole batch."   Ara wiped her tears, and giggled at the thought of sweet little Rosa, controlling big bad Don/Dom Nazario.   Rosa giggled back at her.   Ara walked back to the loveseat and had a seat.  Rosa poured each of them a cup of tea and offered cream and sugar to Ara, which she took and made herself a cup tea just how she liked it.   "Take your shoes off, and make yourself comfortable."  Rosa said, as she also slipped off her high heels, and sat back on the loveseat with her legs tucked under her.  Ara followed her lead, and did the same.   "Now, tell me, when and how you got into the community?"   "When I decided to spend the summer before going to college with my father; I thought he might be happy to spend some time getting to know me.  But, as soon as I arrived, I knew he had no desire to get to know me, or spend any time with me. He would either be at work, or out drinking with his friends.  One day, he came home and handed me a set of keys. He had gotten me a truck. I was so excited. It was old and rusted and looked like shit, but it was the only gift I had ever truly gotten from him.   I thought this might be the turning point, but I was sadly mistaken.  After that day, I only saw him once more, and I lived in the house for two months.     “One day, I was going stir crazy, so I went to the local library and was browsing the rows of books.  I happened upon a book in the section on alternative lifestyles. I picked up the book and opened it. At first, I was shocked, and a little bit ashamed to be looking at such a book, but there was something about the way the author had written the opening passage that made me want to read more.  I quickly used the self-check out, and hurried home.   “I went to my room and began to read.  Before I knew it, it was dark outside. When I looked at the clock I saw I had been reading for six hours straight.  The next day I went back, checked out several other books, and this continued over the next several weeks, studying everything I could get my hands on about the subject.  One day I drove to Port Angeles. At the bookstore, they had a copy of the first book I read, and I bought it. Over the years, the book has been my guide to being a submissive.  I hoped and prayed that one day I would find a way to get into the community, but wasn't until Uriel offered me the job at the club that I had my first wish come true."   "Who was the author of the book?"   Ara leaned forward, placed her cup on the table, and reached for her purse.  Reaching in, she pulled her tattered book out. "Letting Your Inner Self Free by Elizabeth Giannino."   Rosa gasped, and put her hand to her mouth.  This wonderful young woman was using her book as a guide to her submissive lifestyle.  Over the years, she had been complimented for her book, but never had she ran into someone who used it as a guide.   "Rosa, are you okay?"  Ara asked, seeing a shocked look on her face.   "Ara."  Rosa said, reaching out for the worn tattered book.  Taking it from Ara hands, she looked up at the sweet young woman.  "I wrote this book."   Ara looked at Rosa in disbelief.   She was the author of the book that changed her life?  "You are Elizabeth?"   "Elizabeth was my mother's first name and Giannino was my grandmother's maiden name."   Tears began to flow down Ara's face.  "Thank you so much."   Seeing Ara cry made Rosa began to cry, and before long the two women were wrapped in each other's arms sobbing.  Finally, the tears began to subside. and the two women sat back. Rosa reached for the tissue box on the side table, offered it to Ara, and then took one for herself.   "Well, I am happy I could be such a positive influence in someone's life."   "Rosa, reading your book has taught me that even though I had a horrible mother and father, I can strive to be better than them.  I truly have no connection to either of them. They are almost strangers and I do not trust them at all. During this past day alone, I have felt more trust for Kane and you than I have felt my entire lifetime."   Rosa nodded and when she looked up, she saw the shadow of her husband as he stood in the hall, listening to their conversation.   Kane had been right; Ara spoke openly and freely and held nothing back.  This young woman was truly special, but unless she had Italian blood running through her veins, Kane could never marry her.  Kane had to marry an Italian so they would have the next generation of Leones.   "Ara, trust is the foundation for a strong relationship between a Dominant and his submissive.   You have to be willing to tell your Dominant all your fears and needs. He can't be everything you need if you hide things from him in fear that it is too trivial, or that he will get mad.  Your Dominant should be the person who, above all else, is your most trusted confidant and friend."   "I know, Rosa, but what if I am not enough for him?  I have no experience. What if he gets tired of me not knowing what to do?"   "Talk to him, Ara."   Ara thought about what Rosa said, and it was just like everything she had read.  Open communication was the key to both a fulfilling Dominant/submissive relationship and also a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.   "I will, I promise."   "Ladies, is everything going okay in here?"  Nazario said, walking into the room. He walked over to Rosa, and kissed her lightly on the lips.   "We are great.  Nazario, you will never guess, but Ara here has read my book."   "Really?  Well, isn't the world small."   Nazario said. He walked over to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself a glass of Jameson.  Returning to the ladies, he sat in a chair across from them.   "Ara, do you know much about your family history?"   "Oh yes.  If you don’t count my parents, everyone else in my family, my grandparents and great grandparents, were wonderful loving couples.  My great-grandfather and great-grandmother, came to America from Italy. When they arrived, they thought it would be easier for them to change their names to fit better in this country, so that is how our family came to be White, and not Bianchi."   Nazario was shocked to hear that her great-grandparents were Italian.   "And your grandparents?"   "Oh, my grandfather was born here in the states, but when it was time to marry; my great grandfather had a marriage arranged from a family in Italy.  Many would say arranged marriages don't work, but theirs did. They had my father, and when he was nineteen, they went to Italy for a vacation and while there, my father fell for my mother.  My grandfather had some reservations about her, but toward the end of the vacation, she came to them saying she was expecting me, so a quick wedding was held. I was born eight months later, but there was something not right with my mom, she soon left my father and took off to Arizona.  I once heard my father when he was drunk, that it was my fault that she left him."   "Ara, that is horrible."   "It's okay.  I have learned that it is not my fault.  They were not fit to be parents."   Nazario was, again, amazed at how strong this young woman was.   Nazario phone rang and saw that it was Roaland, his capo.   "I've got to take this call, ladies.  I'll be right back."   Ara was worried that it might be about Kane.  But, suddenly, she heard the voice she loved more than anything.   Kane broke every traffic law to get back to Ara.  He quickly got out of the car, and went into his parents’ home.  He almost ran when he heard their voices from the den, and when he reached the doorway, he saw her.   "Ara."  Kane cried.   Ara jumped from the loveseat and ran into his open arms.  Peppering kisses over his face. "You came back."   "I told you I would."   "I missed you so much."  Ara cried.   Kane knew how she felt.  He captured her lips with his, and poured every bit of what he was feeling into the kiss.   "Kane,"  Nazario interrupted the couple.   Kane growled in Ara's mouth, which made her giggle.  She knew how he felt.   Letting go of Ara, he allowed her to stand beside him, but he had an arm wrapped securely around her waist.   "Yes, Father."   "I just got a call from Roaland; someone torched Puss and Boots."   "FUCK!"  Kane said.   "Yeah, that's what I said.  He is handling the fire marshal, and the cops.  But we will need to go tomorrow and check out the damage."   "Okay, I'll go first thing in the morning."  Kane said. He had hoped he could spend some quality time with Ara.   "That will be fine, but I would wait until around ten or eleven in the morning.  We also need to talk about tonight."   "Sure, Dad."   "Ara, sweetheart, I promise I'll make this quick, and then we will go home."   Ara nodded, reached up, and placed a kiss on his lips.  "I'm fine; go take care of business."   Nazario stared at the couple; hearing her tell Kane to take care of business, was the only thing that Nazario needed to hear.  Any self-doubt that lingered had disappeared. She had won his approval.   Nazario and Kane went off to Nazario's office, and discussed the evening.  Nazario was mad, but was happy how well Kane had handled everything. He knew that Kane would make a great Don.   After finishing, they return to the ladies, who were now on the deck drinking a glass of wine.  Kane told his parents they would be back soon and ushered Ara quickly out of the house and into his car.  As he sped down the driveway, Kane reached over and grabbed Ara's hand; he felt the connection between them, and he was able to let go of all the bad memories of the evening. He couldn't wait until they got home to make some more good memories. Chapter 8   Driving home from his parents' house, Kane held onto Ara's hand as if it was a lifeline to calm him down from the dark side he crossed into every time he had to kill someone.  Usually it took several glasses of Jameson, but, with this angel beside him holding his hand so tightly, he could feel the light come back to his soul in mere minutes. She was his light, and shined brightly enough to brighten even his dark soul. "Kane, are you okay?"  Ara asked. "Yes, my sweet." "Do you want to talk about it?" "I wish I could, but I can't." "You don't trust me?" Kane pulled over to the shoulder of the road.  Turning toward Ara, and looking deeply into her beautiful eyes, he said, "I trust you with my life, but I don't want to put you in a situation where, if you were ever picked up by the police, you might have to tell them our conversation." "But, I would never say anything."  Ara pleaded. "I know you wouldn't want to, but until we are married, you might be pressured to do so." Married.  Married to Kane.  Surely, he misspoke. Kane watched her face when he said "until they were married”; he could see a hint of longing. So maybe he wasn’t the only one with these feelings. "I am not going to put you in that position." "Thank you, but know I would never do anything to hurt you or your family."  Ara swore. "I know, Ara, I know." Leaning over, he captured her lips. She got lost in the feeling of his lips on hers.  The energy that was always there pulsed in waves and waves, crashing deep inside of Kane's heart and soul, causing blissful peace and love.   HOLY FUCK , Kane thought this was what his parents had talked about.  Opening his eyes, he looked down at her face.  It was so beautiful. When her eyes fluttered open and her chocolate brown orbs stared deep into his, he saw the desire behind them. "Fuck, my sweet, what are you doing to me?" "Kane, please.  I need you so badly."  Ara moaned. "I am so wet for you.  Only for you." Kane's cock, which was always in a state of hardness around her, since the first time he had met her, just went from simply hard to titanium.  It was pushing so hard against his zipper that it felt like the teeth were cutting into it. "Baby, I want you, too, but we can't here. However, I promise I will take good care of you, as soon as we walk in the door.  Now be a good girl and give me a little taste." Ara was so turned on that she knew if she touched her pussy that she would surely cum instantly.  "Kane, I'm scared." Kane backed up a little, and became very worried.  Why was she scared? Had his dark side scared her? There was nothing he could do about it; it was part of him, just as his dominant side was.  "What are you scared of, my sweet?" "If I touch your pussy, I know I will cum, and I don't want to cum, and break your rule." Kane sighed.  Fuck; she was not thinking of herself.  She was thinking about only him and his rules before her own needs.  Would it be cruel to deny her an orgasm when she had been so good? Yes, but he really wanted her to wait until they returned home, because, if she was that turned on, he was sure he could make her squirt and damn he wanted to see and drink that.  He knew what he needed to do. It was time for Dominant Kane to come out. He took a moment to get into the right mindset, and then looked right into her eyes. "You will collect my pussy juice, that I have told you was mine, and feed me. But… you better not cum.  Your orgasm is also mine, and I will tell you when you are allowed to have one. Am I clear about this, my sweet?" Kane said in his Dominant voice. Ara saw Kane’s eyes change from the lovely soft green to a deep dark green; his voice deepened, and became rough and hoarse. Hearing him demand her to feed him his pussy juices, and yet not cum, made her even more turned on. "Answer me, or I will have to punish you."  Kane demanded. "Sorry, Sir, this girl understands and will not cum." "Good, now hurry up; I am hungry for that sweet nectar." Ara took a quick moment, and began to try to think of anything other than her pulsing pussy, so she would not cum as soon as she touched it.  She quickly decided to name all the states in her head…in alphabetical order, to make sure she really concentrated. She reached down and slipped her hand under her skirt and carefully dipped her finger into her panties, and gathered up his juices.  Bringing her finger from under her skirt, she offered her finger to Kane. "Such a good little girl; now feed me."  Kane opened his mouth and Ara put her finger in his mouth.  "So fucking yummy; when we get home, I will be eating some more of that.  Now take off those wet panties and lift your skirt. I want to rub my pussy some, and snack all the way home." FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!  Ara thought. He was going to push her over the edge.  She sat back, reached down, and removed her extremely wet panties, and pulled her skirt up so he could see her pussy.  She continued to recite the names of the states in alphabetical order in order to not concentrate on Kane's hand. "Oh, good girl, now, let's get going." Kane started the car and began driving home.  When he had shifted into fifth gear, he moved his hand from the gear shift, over to his pussy.  Fuck, she was soaking wet and her clit was so swollen, that he knew she was right on the edge of an orgasm. He knew that they weren't actually in playtime, but he wondered if she would use her safe word if it became too much. "Kane, please, please let me cum." "NO!  Listen to me, you will not cum." Ara's heart was beating so fast, she could feel her orgasm building and building; she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. "YELLOW!"  Ara screamed. Kane removed his hand from her pussy and smirked; she had done the right thing, and he was so proud of her.  "What is wrong, my sweet?" Kane asked in a softer, velvety tone. "This girl was about to cum. This girl needs a moment to calm down." "My sweet, I am so proud of you.  Are you ready for me to continue?" "Give this girl a minute, please." "Certainly, my sweet." Ara closed her eyes, centered herself, and took several deep breaths.  "This girl is ready." Kane smirked and moved his hand back over to his pussy. Her clit was still swollen, but as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye, he saw she had leaned further back in the seat and had her eyes closed and was taking controlled deep breaths.  Damn, even an experienced submissive would have probably cum. He couldn't wait until they got into his playroom and he could see how far he could push her. Soon, they arrived in the city, and he removed his hand, brought it up to his lips, and licked all the goodness from his fingers. As  they came up to a stoplight, and he down shifted, Ara reached to pull down her skirt. "What the fuck are you doing?"  Kane demanded. "Pulling down this girls skirt."  Ara said. "Why?" "Kane, we are in the city and your windows are not tinted." "So?" "Someone might see your pussy." "Fuck them.  They will be jealous bastards, knowing that I am sitting here beside you with you open and ready for me." Ara felt so uncomfortable, but also very turned on.  Was it wrong to want someone to see her like this? "The thought is turning you on, isn't it, little sweet?" Ara turned to face Kane, her face flushed and her eyes dilated.  "Yes." "Me, too.  We will be home soon, and we both will find some relief." Ara nodded, and turned to face the front.  She didn't look to the side window, even though she wanted to know if someone saw her. They arrived at the apartment building and Kane parked his car in its space.  He got out and came around to the passenger side door. Opening it, he looked down at his sweet little pussy all glossy and wet.  Getting on his knees, he leaned in, licked his pussy, and sucked on the clit. "KANE!"  Ara screamed. "What?  I’m just giving it some attention."  Kane smirked. He pulled down the skirt and picked up her panties.  He brought them to his nose and sniffed them. Fuck, they smelled good.  He offered Ara his hand to help her out. Ara unhooked her seatbelt, and took Kane's hand.  They walked to the elevator, and Kane used his key and pushed the Penthouse button.  They held hands all the way up. Ara then remembered their purchases. "Kane, our purchases are in the back of the other car." "No, I had Ben and Janetta bring them in.  They are in our room." "Oh, that's good." They arrived on Kane's floor and soon as they stepped into the foyer, Kane pushed her up against the wall.  Bending down, he pulled the skirt from her body and threw it across the room. He then grabbed the edge of her blouse and pulled it up and over her head. It, too, went sailing in the air.  Her nipples were hard, and waiting for him to take them into his mouth. He sucked hard on one nipple while he pinched and pulled the other. He heard her moan louder and louder. He removed his fingers from her nipple and ran it down her body until he reached his prized possession.  Rubbing his fingers up and down her soaked folds, his cock twitched with the thought of being inside her. He grabbed her up by her ass and carried her through the apartment and to their bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and quickly undressed.  When he finally let his cock free from his pants, it was a dark red, almost purple, hard, and a large bead of cum was coming out the tip.  He kneeled in front of her, and pulled her legs so her ass was on the edge of the bed. He then began to lick and suck on her pussy. "Kane, please let me cum."  Ara cried. "Not yet, hold on.  Don't you dare cum."  Kane demanded. He then put two fingers in and began to slowly stroke the small soft patch inside, commonly known as the g-spot.  After a few minutes, he began to pick up speed, rubbing the spot harder. He could tell she was close, so he pulled his fingers from his pussy and rammed his cock in. "Kane,  it's too much.  I'm about to pee." "No, my sweet, relax and let go." "No...Too much." "Cum for me, my sweet."  Kane said while he pulled out. When he did, Ara squirted out. Her orgasm went on and on; waves of bliss washed over her.  Kane pushed back into her and enjoyed the feeling of her squirting and her orgasm as it grabbed on his cock squeezing.  Feeling his own orgasm build, he thrust harder and deeper; his balls were soon slapping against her ass. "So good."  Ara moaned. "FUCK, BABY!"  Kane screamed, and then he came hard, deep in her.  When he had finally stopped cumming, he remained still for a few moments, just enjoying the connection. When he removed his softening cock from its favorite home, he instantly missed the connection. "Do you feel that?"  Kane asked, wondering if Ara also felt the connection. "Yes, I can't describe it, but every time we touch, it’s like energy flows between us." "Yes, that is exactly what I feel.  You have become like a drug to me, and I have become addicted to it." Ara giggled.  "Do you need to go to rehab?" "FUCK NO!  This is one addiction, I will be proud to keep."  Kane said. "What happened to me when you pulled out?" "You squirted or ejaculated." "Like a man?" "Yes." "But… it felt like I was peeing." "It comes out your urethra, so it does feel that way, but it is not pee, trust me." "Wow, I never knew women could do that." "Not all can, but if a man knows what he is doing, it is wonderful." Ara looked at Kane. Suddenly, a feeling of jealousy tore through her. "How many other fucking subs have you made squirt?"  Ara yelled as she sat up, and got off the bed. "Most of them,"  Kane said. "So, this wonderful moment, is just another notch in your bedpost?  I am nothing but a fucking whore?!" Ara yelled. She turned and ran to the bathroom, and slammed the door. Kane sat on the bed, and looked at the bathroom door stunned.  How could she call herself a whore? She was his world. He had never loved any of his other subs.  Wait, what the fuck? Love? Did he love her? She was everything he could possibly want in a woman and more; the connection they shared was nothing like he had ever felt before, but was that love?  Then he remembered a conversation he and his father had one time, and he asked his father when he knew mom was the one. He told him that it was when he realized he couldn't live without her. Kane wondered what it would be like if Ara wasn’t in his life.  If he let her go, could he live with the thought of her with another man? FUCK NO! SHE. WAS. HIS. FOREVER.  SHIT! HE WAS IN LOVE. Kane now knew he had to beg Ara to forgive him for being an ass.  He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked softly. "Ara, open up, please." Nothing happened, but he could hear her crying. "Please, my love, don't cry.  I am a fucking asshole; I don't think of you as a whore.  You mean so much more to me than you know, but, if you come out, I promise to never make you feel like that again.  Please, please open up." Ara sat on the floor next to the door and listened to Kane as he begged for her to open the door.  "You mean so much more to me than you know." What did that mean? What was wrong with her? She was just a submissive, but why did she feel she had some kind of romantic claim on him? What was he doing to her?  Kane, was a strong, powerful man, and even though they had not been in the playroom yet, she had had a glimpse at the Dominant Kane, and she loved it. Hell, she loved everything about him. LOVED, LOVED, LOVED those things.   Wait, she didn't just love things about Kane, she loved him. How the hell did that happen? "Ara, please open the door for me.  I need you see your face… I need to kiss your lips… I need to hold you.  Please open the door." Ara stood up, grabbed a hand towel, and wiped off her face.  Then she unlocked the door, opened it up, and was taken back at what she saw.  Kane was naked on his knees, with his head down. Shit, this was a submissive Kane. "Kane, please stop."  Ara said, as she fell to her knees, and wrapped her arms around him.   "I'm here." Kane wrapped his arms around her and they sat on the floor wrapped together. "Ara, I have never said the words I am about to say to anyone."  Kane said. "I'm sorry." Ara pulled back and looked Kane in the eyes.  She saw the pain and the regret in his wonderful face.  Raising her hand, she rubbed down the side of his face, and when she reached his lips, she slowly rubbed her thumb across them. "I'm sorry, too." Kane leaned in, and placed a kiss of forgiveness upon her lips.  He loved her and she would always be his. The rest of the night was filled with sweet lovemaking. They finally fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning, wrapped in each other's arms. The next morning the young couple got up, and got ready to go check on the damage to the club.  Kane put on his black Armani suit, white shirt, and black tie. Ara wanted to look professional, so she put on her new black pinstripe suit, white shear shell top, and black high heels.  She, of course, wore the sexiest black panties and bra. After fixing her hair, and putting on a light coat of makeup, she was ready to go. They ate a quick breakfast, and went down the elevator to find Ben waiting for them with the car. "Kane, Ara, good morning."  Ben said. "Good morning, Ben.  We need to go by Master's Binding before we go to the club." "Certainly." Kane and Ara got into the back of the car, and Ben headed off to the shop. "What is Master's Binding?" "It's a jewelry shop." Ara wondered why Kane needed a jewelry shop, but she would just wait and see.  They quickly arrived and Kane assisted her out of the car. He opened the door and Ara was surprised by the interior of the shop.  The walls were a blood red, and the glass cases that held the jewelry pieces had dark metal iron as their support. The floor was a dark hardwood, and in the center of the room was a large round rug that was black with red veins. Suddenly, Ara's eyes caught a tall, extremely beautiful woman as she stepped out of the back room. "Mr. Leone, so nice to see you again."  The woman said. "Miss Hawke, it's good to see you as well.  Let me introduce my girlfriend, Ara White. Ara, this is Brooklyn Hawke; she owns this shop." "Glad to meet you, Brooklyn."  Ara said, as she held out her hand to shake Brooklyn's. "Nice to meet you."  Brooklyn said, shaking Ara's hand.  "What can I help you with, Mr. Leone?" "I need a submissive ring for Ara." "Oh, okay.  Do you have anything in mind?" "Yes, I love the idea of the flower wrap ring." "Oh, what a great choice, I'll go get it.  Please have a seat." Kane and Ara sat on the loveseat that was in a seating section. "Kane, what are you doing?" Ara asked. "I need for you to wear something that will tell all the motherfucking assholes that you are mine. I told you I wanted to wait to collar you. I don't want to stick just some plain necklace on your beautiful neck until you’re collared, so I thought this might do until we get there.  Will you wear the ring?" Ara did not care where they were, she straddled his lap and peppered kisses all over his face.  "Thank you, I would love to wear it." Kane grabbed her ass, and pulled her closer to his now hard cock, just as Brooklyn cleared her throat. "Oh, I'm sorry."  Ara said, as she climbed off Kane's lap; as she did so she accidentally hit his cock with his knee.  Kane groaned loudly. "Sorry." "I'll be okay.  So let's see that ring." Brooklyn pulled the ring out of the box.  Ara fell in love with it immediately. "Oh Kane, it's perfect." "Good, let's see if it fits."  Kane said, as he took the ring and slipped it onto her right hand ring finger.  "Perfect fit. It was meant to be. We'll, take it Brook." "Wonderful, Mr. Leone; let me go write this up." Ara could not take her eyes off the beautiful ring. "So you like it?" "No. I love it.  How did you know about this place?" "Brook is well known in the community for her pieces.  She is a submissive, but I do not think she has a Dominant right now.  She has attended my mother's classes." "Was she one of your past submissives?"  Ara asked. "No, I promise we will discuss all of my past submissives, but know you are the only one who has ever been more than a submissive." Ara smiled.  "Thank you." "Okay, Mr. Leone, it is all written up and I have placed it on your account." "Thank you, Brook.  How are things going?" "Business is great." "Have you found a Dominant yet?" "No, but I plan on coming to a party next week, so there is hope." "Great; if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call me." "Thank you." "Well, we need to go; see you soon." "Goodbye Mr. Leone and Miss White." "Ara, please call me Ara, and thank for all your help.  I hope to get to know you better." "I would like that. Here is my cell number; please call me, and maybe we can meet for lunch or coffee." Brooklyn said, handing Ara a card. "Sounds great." Kane helped Ara out of the building and out to the car.  He held her hand and rubbed his finger across the ring, turning it slowly.  It would have to do until next week because he had decided that Arabella Marie White was going to soon be Arabella Marie Leone, wife to the Don of the Leone family Chapter 9   Kane and Ara arrived at the remains of Puss and Boots, and saw that Nazario and Roaland were there already.  Kane helped Ara from the car, grabbed her hand, and walked over to his father. Nazario looked up and saw Kane and Ara walking toward him hand and hand.  "Good Morning." Nazario said. "Good Morning, Dad."  Kane said, as he gave him a manly hug "Good Morning, Mr. Leone, Sir."  Ara said, holding out her hand. Nazario took her hand and, instead of shaking it, placed a kiss upon her knuckles.  However, as he did so, he looked over at his son and gave him a wink. "Now, Ara, please call me Nazario outside of the club." "Okay, Nazario."  Ara said as her cheeks blossomed into a dusty rose hue.   "And what do we have here?"  Nazario asked, as he admired the ring on Ara's finger.  "Quite a ring."   "Yes, Sir, I mean Nazario.  Kane bought for me." "Well, it looks beautiful on your hand."   "Okay, old man, quit flirting with my girl; tell me about this fuckup mess."  Kane said, with a sharp tone.   Nazario looked at Kane, stood a little taller and straighter. With a strong and powerful voice, he said one word.  "Kane."   Kane looked at his father, knowing that he had better watch his tone and what he said or he would meet the wrath of his father.  Nazario was a loving and caring father, but was still Don, the head of the family and he demanded respect at all times. "Sorry."   "Ara, this is my Capo, Roaland.  Roaland this lovely woman is my asshole son's girlfriend." "Happy to meet you."  Roaland said, shaking her hand.   "Same here." "Okay, it was definitely intentionally set.  We found the remains of a bomb under the bar area.  The alcohol helped the explosion. We have paid off the fire marshal, so he is ruling it an accident.  I called in Andre, who is going to see if he recognizes this as anyone’s work." Nazario said.   "Fuck, Puss and Boots was a big money maker."  Kane said. Ara looked around at the area and could tell that this property was in a prime business location.  "Excuse me, but what was Puss and Boots?" "Strip club."  Kane said nonchalantly. Ara understood that strip clubs made a lot of money, but they were limited in the clientele they served.  Looking at the area, the strip club was in a perfect location for an exclusive club. She had done a business plan for an exclusive night club in college.  Her professors had given her high grades because no one had ever thought about this type of business. She wondered if Kane and Nazario would be willing to hear her ideas. "Well, let's go the office and discuss what we are going to do."  Kane said.   Nazario needed to talk to Kane.  He was concerned about taking Ara to the office at Diamond Knotts.  Kane wanted Ara as a girlfriend and, as such, would feel free to react and communicate, but if they were at a BDSM club, the natural submissive would always come out.  "Kane, a moment."   Kane nodded.  "Ara, I will just be over there; please stay close to Roaland."   "Okay." Kane and Nazario walked away from where Ara and Roaland were standing.  "Kane, I think it is time for you to move your business over to Leone Towers."   “Why?   I have never had any problems at Diamond Knotts." "Kane, hopefully soon you will take over the family and in doing so, you need to set a high example of professionalism. I'm sorry son, but having your office at Diamond Knotts is not professional.  Also, if you have Ara with you, she will not be able to be your girlfriend there."   "Why the fuck not?  She knows I want both." "Kane, fuck, I sometimes think you were dropped on your head as a baby.  Ara is a natural submissive and as soon as she sets foot in that building, she will automatically put herself in submissive mode."   Fuck, Kane didn't think of that.  "Thanks Dad, I really didn't think through that.  I'll move over immediately."   "Good.  Take the office next to mine so that, when we make the change, it will be an easy move.  Now let's go back to your girl.”   Kane and Nazario came back.  "Kane, we'll meet you over at the office."   "Yes. Ara, my sweet," Kane took Ara's hand and walked to the car.  When they approached, Ben had the door open for them. "Ben, take us to Leone Towers."   "Yes, Sir."  Ben agreed.   Kane and Ara got in the car.  "What is Leone Towers?" Ara asked.   "It is an office building that we own.  Dad's office is there and he thinks it's time for me to move my office there, also."   “Why now?"   "He wants me to be prepared for when I take over. Part of that is looking professional." "Okay."  Ara could not help but wonder what else Kane needed to do before taking over the family.   They soon arrived and Kane and Ara were in the elevator heading to the top floor to Nazario's and, now, Kane's offices.  The elevator had a special lock that would only allow people with a key to gain access to the top floor. When they arrived, they stepped off into a beautiful blue gray reception area.   The waiting area had large blue gray armchairs with a round dark oak table.  Throughout the area were large planters with purple orchids. Behind the reception desk was a beautiful dark woman with olive skin and dark brown eyes.   "Mr. Leone, good to see you again."  The woman greeted.   “Cornelia, it's good to see you as well."  Kane said as he wrapped his arm around Ara's waist and pulled her close.  "I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Ara White."   "Girlfriend?"  Cornelia questioned.   "Yes, girlfriend."  Kane said, knowing this was the first time Cornelia, hell most everyone he knew, had been introduced to a girlfriend of his.   "Miss White, it is a pleasure to meet you.  My name is Cornelia and if you ever want to learn all of this boy’s dirty secrets, come find me.” "I'll take you up with that one day soon."  Ara giggled.   "Okay, stop picking on me; we have some work to do.  Cornelia, I am moving my office here."   "Yes, your father mentioned that earlier.  The office next to his is all set. Let me know if you need anything."   "Thanks."   Kane removed his arm from Ara's waist and took her hand in his.  Walking down the hallway, he knocked on the large wooden door before opening it.   "Kane, Ara, glad you are here.  Have a seat and let's get started."   Nazario, Kane, and Roaland began talking about the site and what they could do with the property.  Ara sat quietly; however, on the inside, she was screaming to tell them her ideas. She wished she had access to a computer, because her project was saved and she could retrieve it anywhere.  As she continued to listen to ideas thrown around, she became more and more agitated. She didn't notice it, but her leg was bouncing up and down.   “Ara, my sweet, what is wrong?"  Kane said, placing his hand on her knee, causing her to stop.   "Nothing, but is there a computer I can use?"  Ara asked.   "Nazario, may she use your laptop?"  Kane asked.   “Of course, my dear.  Just don't mess with my porn."  Nazario chuckled.   "I will try, Nazario."  Ara laughed. She got up, walked over to the desk, sat down, and began logging into her storage site.  Finding the document and pictures, she calmed herself down, pick up the laptop, and brought back to where everyone was sitting.  Swallowing the excess saliva that had formed due to nerves, she sat the laptop down on the table in front of Kane and clicked on the first photo.   "Nazario, may I make a suggestion?"  Ara asked, hoping he would give her the floor.   "Sure, Ara, what is it?"   "Okay, this is a business plan I designed in college for one of my business classes.  We had to design, build, staff, and run a business. Most of my fellow classmates had regular business like software, restaurants, marking, etc., but I had the plan for an exclusive nightclub.  My professors love the idea, so I ran with it. My idea was that the club would be by application acceptance only. Different areas of the club would cater to what the members liked. There would be a regular bar and dance club area, strip club area, BDSM area, as well as private meeting rooms for private parties.  Each member would purchase the level of service he or she would like. For silver level membership would cost $5,000 per month, and would allow member access to the regular bar/dance club and strip club area. The gold level membership would cost $10,000 per month, would allow them the same access as a silver member, plus access to the BDSM club area.  Finally, black level membership; they have exclusive access to all areas of the bar. I left that particular membership cost blank, as I wanted the owner of the club to determine what he or she wanted. “Now I know the price levels are high, but we would offer them something they wouldn’t get at any other bar and they are top-notch staff as well as interiors, no laminate floors for this club.  The strippers are going to the best of the best; the BDSM area will have different sections for every kind of Dominant, from Daddy Doms to hardcore S&M Dominants. The private meeting areas will have private dancing and non-sex role-playing, as we will not allow sex between employees and members.  I have pictures of how I designed the club. As I looked at the site today, I feel confident that this would be a prime location for this type of club."   Nazario and Roaland gathered around Kane and looked at the pictures that Ara had discussed.  With each picture, Ara told them her thoughts and how it would work. After the last photo, Ara sat back and waited for a response.   Holy Fuck!  Kane thought.  He knew she had an MBA, but he no idea she had such a keen business mind.  He could see this working; it would probably make them a shit pile of money.   "Ara, do you have estimates on cost of constructions and timelines?"  Nazario asked. He was even more amazed at this young woman than before.   "Yes, I do.  They are about eight months old, but they should still be close to cost estimates and timelines."   "What data did you use with the probability of membership request?"  Nazario asked.   "I made a list of all bars, strip club, and BDSM clubs in the area.  I checked online and got the average amount of revenue that was reported to local governments.  I then did a research of the net worth of the area and found that Seattle and the surrounding areas had a very wealthy population."   Nazario looked at Kane and smiled.  This was one of the best ideas he had ever heard and he wanted to move forward with it.  "Kane, what do you think?"   "I think it is a fantastic idea and I think we should move with it.  Fuck this is going to be a hot ass club."   "I agree; Ara, would you be willing to take on this project?"  Nazario asked.   Ara’s mouth fell open. She couldn't believe her ears.  They liked her idea; they wanted her to be in charge of the project.  Her heart was pounding, and her hand began to shake; this was the opportunity she had been waiting for.   "Ara?"  Nazario inquired.   "Oh, sorry.  I would love to do this the project.  Thank you for giving me the opportunity. I promise not to let you down."   Ara looked at Kane and quickly wondered if it was okay with him.  She knew that this had nothing to do with their Dominant/submissive relationship, but she was also his girlfriend, not his employee.  She couldn’t help but wonder how this would work. Kane saw the wide range of emotions play on her face: excitement, confusion, and finally, worry.   "What is wrong, my sweet?"  Kane asked.   "Are you okay with me doing this?"  Ara wondered.   Kane then knew what was going on; he needed to tell her that he was so proud of her. He was also very turned on by Business Ara.  "Dad, Ara, and I are going to have a little talk in my office. We will be back in a little bit."   Nazario smiled; Kane was going to give his approval in private.  Good damn thing the offices were all soundproof. He remembered there were many times where he and Rosa had fuck hot sex in this very room.  Looking at Kane he knew; like father like son. "Certainly, I am going to call your mother to see if she can meet us for lunch to celebrate. Can you be ready in, let's say, an hour?"   “I believe we’ll be done by then."   “Excellent, see you then.  Ara, I am very proud that you have agreed to the project. I know you will do a great job."   “Thank you, Nazario.  I promise to give my all to it."  Ara swore.   Kane and offered his hand to Ara, which she took willingly.  They walked out of Nazario's office and to the office next door.  Opening the door, Ara fell in love with the decor. Where Nazario’s office was in a darker tone, this office had light colored carpet and recessed lighted ceiling.  Kane's desk was a large dark oak desk with a two armchairs in front. To the side was an oval table with six red leather chairs, which would be perfect for meeting. Next to that was a seating area, which contained a red leather couch and two large cream and red striped armchairs.  On the other wall held a large bookcase and bar. A large bathroom was attached with a large walk in shower.   "Kane, I love it."   "Yeah, I didn't know that they had decorated it already.  I guess they were waiting on me to finally decide to move it.  Now let's go sit down and have a little talk."   Walking over to the red leather couch Kane sat down and Ara sat beside him.   "Ara, I could see that you were concerned about my feelings upon accepting Dad's offered to work on the project, but I want you to know I love the idea of it. Seeing you giving your presentation made me so proud.  I know my Dominant side comes out during our boyfriend/girlfriend time, and I want to apologize for that. I have never had a relationship like this one, and I really want it to work. Last night, when you got upset over my ego talking, and not my head, you had every right to be.  Ara, I don't think of you as a whore; hell, I don't even think of you submissive, you are always my girlfriend. I was so wrapped up with the emotions of day; I just wanted you to experience the sensation of that extreme orgasm. I should have talked to you about it, but, again, my Dominant side overruled my head.  We will work through these bumps. I just want you to remember that you mean the world to me; I want this more than anything.”   "I want this, too, so much."  Ara said.   "Good, now I have a little, fuck, it's not little, problem that I need you to help me with…"  Kane cooed, taking Ara’s hand and placing it on his rock hard cock.   "Oh, so what do you have in mind?   "I want to fuck you in the fuck-hot suit you have on.  So unbutton those pants and slip them down that sexy ass of yours and let me stick my cock in its fucking favorite place in the world: your tight hot pussy."   Hearing Kane talk like that always made her wet; hearing what he had in mind made her even wetter.  She stood up and began unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down.   "Not too far.  Now bend over and push that fuck hot ass up."  Kane said as he unbuttoned his own pants, and unzipped them.  Taking out his cock, he palmed it a few times, and then took his fingers to test and see if Ara was ready for him. Just like every fucking time before, she was sopping wet.  "Are you wet for me, my sweet?"   "Yes, Kane, so wet…"  Ara moaned.   "Alright, then, let's go for a ride."   Kane pushed his cock into her hot wet pussy.  Fuck, this felt fucking amazing. Was it always going to be this amazing? Kane wondered.   "Fuck, baby, so good."   "Yes, oh fucking yes."  Ara screamed.   Kane held onto her hips and began to thrust hard over and over again.  He looked down and saw her ass bouncing with each thrust. He knew he wanted to claim it soon.  Anal sex was something that they had discussed when they were going over their limits; it was something Ara was willing to try.  He would have to start training her and, when she was ready, he would claim it. Feeling his orgasm start, he reached around and began to pull and pinch Ara's clit.   "Ara, cum for me!"   Ara was in sensory overload.  Between Kane’s hard thick cock pounding deep into her pussy, his long nimble fingers pulling and pinching her swollen clit, and hearing his rough, sexy as fuck voice asking her cum, Ara had no other option; her orgasm shot out like an atomic bomb.  "FUCK! KANE!" Ara screamed at the top of her lungs.   As soon as Kane heard her scream and felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, his orgasm followed.  Long streams of cum shot into her hot pussy. "ARA, FUCK, I LO..." Kane said, stopping himself before he screamed out I love you .  She deserved better than hearing those words in the heat of the moment.   Kane finally stopped cumming and slowly pulled out of her.  Looking down, he saw the mixture of his cum and hers running down her legs. Fuck, that was hot; he wished he had his phone so he could take a picture.   Ara's legs were shaking from the intense orgasm, so she leaned back onto Kane.  "Damn, that was unreal."   Kane wrapped his arms around her.  "I have never felt anything like that before.  God, you are so fucking good. Just thinking about it is making me hard again, but we need to get cleaned up."   "Well, if we must," Ara smirked.   Stepping out of her pants and panties, Ara picked them up and walked into the bathroom.  She quickly cleaned up the massive amounts of cum that were running down her legs and around her pussy.  She looked at herself in the mirror; she looked like a woman who had been thoroughly fucked. Kane walked in behind her and looked over her shoulder in the mirror.  Ara looked at the couple in the mirror. She had wondered why Kane would want to have a relationship with a plain mouse like herself, but this couple looked like they belonged together.  The woman's eyes were filled with love, as she looked at the man's eyes, she could have sworn that he, too, had love in his.   "We look fucking great together baby."  Kane swore.   "I was thinking the same thing.”   "I need to finish up; I don't want to make your father wait."   Ara removed her jacket and shell off so she could freshen up.  She wiped down and found a bottle of body spray on the back of the sink.  Spraying a little bit over her body, she reached down and slipped on her panties.   Kane watched as Ara began to get dressed.  She was so beautiful. He hoped he would spend the rest of days by her side, loving her, caring for her, and always protecting her.   They finished getting dressed and walked back through the office.  "I think I'm going to like working here." Kane said.   Ara smiled and shook her head at him.  He was so fucking sexy. The bad part about it was he knew it.   Opening the door to the office, they found Nazario and Roaland walking out of Nazario's office.  "Perfect timing; I hope the discussion went well." Nazario said with a huge smirk on his face.   "Fucking best conversation I have ever had."  Kane said quite loudly.   Ara face turned red and she lowered her head to hide her embarrassment.   Fuck they had not been quiet; they were very loud.  Had Nazario and Roaland heard them? What would Nazario think; shit… would he take away her opportunity to build the club?   "Ara, my son is a spoiled asshole.  The walls of the office are all soundproof; we need privacy for meetings and such."   Kane squeezed her hand, leaned in, and whispered in her ear.  "Fucking the best."   Ara looked up at Kane and saw the mischief dancing around in his dark green eyes.  He was so damn cocky; he needed to be brought down a little bit.   "If you say so," Ara said, raising her shoulders up and down as if to say ‘ehh’. Nazario began to laugh out loud.  Fuck, she was a fireball; she was going to be the perfect balance for his son.   Kane looked over at his father and gave him a look.  "She got you good, son; about time someone did. Now let's get going, your mother just pulled up.  We will all take the limo to the restaurant."   They took the elevator down. As soon as they walked off, Rosa was reaching for Ara, wrapping her arms around her for a huge hug.  "Ara, I am so proud of you." Rosa cried.   "Thank you, Rosa, but I haven't done anything yet."   "Bullshit, Nazario told me all about it.  I love the idea, and I cannot wait until it’s open.  Now let us go and celebrate. Oh, Kane, you have to be so proud of her."   Kane looked at his mother and smiled.  "Fuck yeah."   Rosa had long since giving up trying to control his mouth; fuck, at least he got it honestly. The group walked out the front of the building and up to the waiting black limo.  Nazario and Kane helped Rosa and Ara into the car and climbed in behind them. Roaland got in behind the couples, and they were off.   "Where are we going, Dad?"  Kane asked.   "The Pink Door."   "Ara, have you ever been there?"  Rosa asked.   "No, I always wanted to, but as a poor college and graduate student, I couldn't afford it."   "Well, you are in for a treat.  Everything on the menu is sublime.  I’ve yet to find something on there that I didn’t like."   Kane reached over, took her hand, brought it up to lips, and placed a kiss on her knuckles.   Rosa watched as her tough as nails son became a loving and caring man.  She was so happy he had found a woman like Ara. The sun was streaming in the window and the rays caught the diamonds on Ara’s ring, causing them to glisten.  The flash caught the Rosa's eyes; that’s when she saw the ring that was on Ara's right hand. It was clearly a submissive ring, and it was very beautiful.   "What a lovely ring, Ara."   "Thank you, Kane got it for me.  I just love it." Ara said as she held it up and let Rosa take a closer look at it.  "I have never seen anything as beautiful."   "I have."  Kane said.   "What?"   "You." Ara did not know how to respond.  Thankfully, they had arrived at the restaurant.  Nazario's driver opened the door and the men got out of the limo first and quickly took a survey of the area.  They were never ones to be too careful, especially with Rosa and Ara in the car. After feeling that the area was secure, they helped them out of the car.   Nazario offered his arm to Rosa, who wrapped her arm around his.  Kane followed suit and did the same for Ara. The two couples and Roaland walked into the restaurant.   The interior of the restaurant was rustic, but very cozy and warm.  The hostess looked up and licked her lips.   "How can I help you?"  The woman asked, sticking out her breasts.   "We have a reservation."   "Your name, please."   "Nazario Leone."  Nazario said using his ‘don't fuck with me’ voice.   The hostess’ eyes became huge upon hearing the name.  "Certainly, Sir. I will check on your table; one moment, please."  The hostess walked off quickly, trying to get away from the situation she had put herself in.   Rosa giggled at the hostess hurrying away.  Damn, her husband was hot.   "Nazario Leone."   Nazario turned to find Zachary Morotti standing there.  "Zachary, how are you?”   "I am okay.  Rosa, you are as beautiful, as always.  And Kane, you have turned into a very strapping young man."   "Thank you, Zachary."  Kane said in a vicious tone.   "And who do we have here?"  Zachary looked at Ara. God, she was a beauty, but when he looked into her eyes, he thought he recognized her from somewhere.   "This is Arabella White, Kane's girlfriend."  Nazario said.   "Well, congratulations Kane.  Miss White, be careful around him; I hear he can be trouble."   Ara didn't know who this man was, but she didn't like the way he was looking at her, and she definitely didn't like the way he was talking to Kane.  Straightening her back, and ever so slightly pulling her shoulders back, she looked the man straight in the face and said, "I love trouble; he is perfect in my book."   Zachary Morotti was taken aback with this woman.  Fuck, she would be great for his grandson. He needed a strong woman to put him in his place.  He was just like his father; one day he was going to get the family in trouble. Fuck, Zachary remembered when his son was twenty years old.  He had just gotten married to Portia, the daughter of a rival family, but he couldn't leave other girls alone. One afternoon he came home to find Sebastian having sex with a girl in one of the upstairs bedrooms.  The young girl was screaming for him to stop; when Zachary walked in, he saw that Sebastian was pounding into this poor girl.  He yelled his name, and told him to get off her. Sebastian turned and smirked at his dad and thrust into the girl one more time, cumming into the girl.  Zachary watched as Sebastian pulled out of the girl, and then he noticed the blood on the girl, the sheets, and on his son's now flaccid dick. Zachary tackled his son, and ran him from the room before helping the girl get up and get dressed.  He gave her a few hundred dollars and told her to never come back and never to say anything to anybody about what happen. Before she left, he asked her name. She said, in a soft voice, "Luna Sarto."   He hadn’t heard from the girl, nor seen her since, but he had heard from family gossip that she had met an American, married him, and moved to the United States.   "Well, it has been a pleasure to meet you.  Nazario, I will see you soon." Zachary said as he turned and walked out of the restaurant.   "What the fuck was that about?"  Kane asked.   "I don't know, but I don’t fucking like it."  Nazario said as he watched Zachary Morotti leave.  Just before he got into his car, Zachary looked back into the restaurant and stared at Ara.   Fuck, something was not right .  Nazario thought.   Chapter 10   After Zachary Morotti had pulled away, Nazario looked over at Kane.  There was something going on and he needed to make sure that they were one-step ahead of whatever it might be. "Rosa, my love, why don't you and Ara go have a seat?  We will join you in a moment." Rosa looked up at her husband. She knew something was not right, but she trusted him that, whatever it was, he would do everything he could to make it right.  Nazario Leone was a man of honor and, above all else, loyalty. Rosa remembered a conversation her mother had with her a few weeks before the wedding. "Rosa, Nazario Leone is a powerful man and soon will be taking over the family.  You need to prepare yourself; a man like that has needs that you might not be able to meet.  You need to turn your head for any and all goomahs that he will have." But Rosa never had to worry about Nazario breaking his vows to love, honor, and keep himself only for her.  Over the years, he’d had a serious conversation with his fists with members of the family who had not kept their vows.  "Of course, my love; we’ll just have ourselves some lovely girl talk." Rosa said, taking Ara's hand and holding it tight. Nazario watched the love of his life walked away and smiled, knowing that she understood him probably better than he understood himself. "Kane, what else do you know about Ara's parents?" "Nothing, I told you everything that I knew and, of course, you heard Ara talk about her parents, and the lack of their love for her." "Roaland, I need you to find out everything, and I mean everything, about Luna and Mave White, and their families.  Also, see if there is any connection or anything that puts either of them in connection with the Morotti family. I need it as soon as possible." "Certainly, Sir; I will skip lunch and begin right away." "Get Aden involved.  He can get into any computer system and retrieve information that otherwise would take large amounts of time to get to.  We will return to the office after lunch and hear what you might have been able to get." "Okay, I will see you then." Roaland said.  He pulled out his phone and began texting a message to Aden to meet him at the office to begin the search. Nazario and Kane walked through the restaurant to the two women who meant more to them than their own lives.  Kane sat down beside Ara and placed a sweet, lovely kiss on her lips, while Nazario did the same to Rosa.   "Sorry about that, something has come up, so Roaland will not be joining in the celebration.  Now let's order some champagne and toast to the wonderful young woman who has new ideas for the club." The waiter came over and gave Nazario a bottle of champagne.  A short time later, the group had toasted Ara and had ordered their lunch. "Excuse me, you don't have to tell me, but who was that man we saw outside?"  Ara asked. Kane looked at Nazario, who gave him a look that said it was okay to answer her. "He is the head of the Morotti family." "Oh." "Ara; Zachary and I have known each other for years.  Actually, we have had no problems with Zachary. You see, they deal in areas that we will not do, like drugs and human trafficking.  Zachary and my father had an understanding. When I took over, I also followed my father’s ventures. Unlike my father, who turned over the family to me, Zachary has decided to keep control himself.  His son, Sebastian, is a complete fucking asshole. He has tried several times to infringe on our dealings and I have had to contact Zachary, who told me he didn't authorize any of it." "Why did he look at me like he did?" "Ara, I don't know, but, don't worry, we will find out and will keep you safe." "You would do that for me?" Nazario smiled; she had no idea that, even though Kane had not made a public announcement or even told him, he knew the look in his son's eyes; his son was head over heels in love with this woman.  This made her family, and the first rule of the Leone family was to protect family with your life. Nazario looked over at his son and gave him a nod. "Ara, my sweet, you mean more than you know to me and my family.  I will never let anything or anyone hurt you." Kane swore with everything he had in him. "You mean more to me, as well."  Ara said, staring deeply into Kane's deep green eyes.  She hoped she was conveying her love to him with the look. Kane looked into her eyes; he had never seen anything like it.  It made his soul ache and his heart beat faster. Was this love?  He brought up his hands and put them on either side of her face. "Do you mean it?" "Yes, very much so."  Ara said. A huge bright smile broke out on Kane’s face.  Even though she hadn't said the three words, it was pretty damn close.  He quickly captured her lips and poured all the love he had for her into it. Rosa looked over at Nazario and tears began to form in her eyes.  Their pride and joy had finally found the most precious gift, the love for the woman who would be his wife and the mother of his children.  Nazario reached out for Rosa's hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed each knuckle, then turned it over and kissed her palm. Kane continued to kiss Ara's sweet lips until his lungs began to burn from the lack of air.  He pulled away from her lips and looked down at her. Her lips were swollen from the kiss and she was breathing hard, as though she had been running a marathon.  Kane then looked into her dark chocolate brown eyes and smiled. "I do, too, more than my own life." At that moment, the waiter returned with their orders and they began to eat.  Ara dug in. Rosa was right; it was divine. "Ara, when we get back to the office, we need to get you fill out your tax papers."  Nazario said. "Tax papers?" "Yes, you are going to part of the legal side of the family business." "Do you mean I am getting paid?" "Well, of course." "But Kane said I didn't need money." "Ara, my sweet, I was talking about working as a server at Diamond Knotts.  This is very different. I saw today, when you were telling us about your ideas for the club, how much you loved it.  Since I’m not only your boyfriend, but also your Dom, I want to give you everything that your heart desires. You make me so proud." Ara could not believe that she had only known this man for a few days, yet everything she had wished for was coming true.  She had felt more love from his parents than she ever felt from her own, she had a boyfriend who made her feel like a queen, and now she was doing a job that she had experience in, and was prepared for. "Thank you."  Ara said as she reached out and placed her hand on Nazario's and gave it a squeeze. "You are very welcome.  Also, this is a huge undertaking, so feel free to ask for any assistance you need.  You will have the office next to Kane's; please decorate it to your tastes." "Really, my own office?"  Ara asked. "Yes." Kane leaned in and whispered in her ear.  "It is soundproof also." Shit , Ara thought, she was wet again.  She turned to face Kane, who was wearing a fuck me now smirk, leaned up to his ear, and whispered,   "I'm wet." FUCK!  Kane thought.  He knew he couldn't make her feed him at the table with his parents sitting right across from them, but he would feast off her when they christened her new office.  "Later, my sweet." "Okay."  Ara said, squeezing her legs together as she thought about what later might bring. Once Zachary Morotti was in his car, he was on his phone calling his capo, Tony.   "Tony, I need all the information available on a Miss Arabella White." "Do you have any other information?"  Tony asked. "No, get me everything, and I mean everything!  Also, look up a Luna Santo from our village and find out who she married and where she is now.  And, Tony? “Yes, Sir?” “I want it now!" "Yes, Sir!" Zachary hung up the phone and sat back in the seat.  Why did she look so familiar? And damn it, she was feisty.  She was going to give Kane Leone a run for his money. Kane Leone was going to a fine Don.  Nazario had groomed him to take over, but one required a special quality to be a Don. Zachary hoped his own son would change his ways, but, unfortunately, he did not.  Sebastian was quick tempered, cold hearted, and cared for no one other than himself. Zachary had to clean so many messes that Sebastian had caused over the years.  The Santo girl was only the beginning. A few months after the incident, Sebastian and Portia announced that she was expecting.  Zachary was proud; he thought fatherhood would change Sebastian in a man that his child would be proud of, but sadly, it was quite the opposite.  While his wife was carrying his child, he was out every night with a different woman. Young women, married women; hell, he’d fuck anything with a pussy.  Fuck, one day, when Zachary came to visit Sebastian and Portia, the housekeeper let him in. He walked into the living room to find two young girls bound and gagged while Sebastian used a bullwhip on them. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"  Zachary yelled. "What the fuck does it look like? My little sluts here needed some punishment, and after I finish, I’ll fuck them until they can't walk."  Sebastian smirked. Zachary pulled out his gun and pointed at his son.  This had to stop. Zachary himself enjoyed tying up his wife, fucking her hard, but he never hurt her, and she always agreed with their little games.  "Untie them this second." "Oh, come on, Dad, I'll even let you have some." "Sebastian, I am not kidding, do it now!" Sebastian pulled back his arm to take another lash at the woman and Zachary shot Sebastian in the arm. Sebastian dropped the whip and grabbed his arm.  "FUCK YOU, OLD MAN!" "I told you to stop, and I meant it.  Now go get your arm taken care of, but if I ever catch you doing something like this again, it won’t be your arm that I hit."  Zachary said, pointing his gun at his son's cock. Zachary untied the girls and, again, paid for the medical bills and to keep their mouths shut. Portia had their child in October 1989, a boy that they named Kurtus Elroy Morotti. Sebastian and Portia had another boy in December 1990; they named him Simon Zachary Morotti. As both of his grandsons grew up, Zachary noticed that Kurtus was just like his father in every way and Simon was more like Zachary.  Simon was smart, loyal, and put family first. Zachary really wanted Simon to take over the family, but, unfortunately, it always went to the first-born grandchild if the Don decided not to pass it to his first-born child. Zachary was getting old and soon it would be time to pass the reigns to Kurtus. The thought broke his heart.  Lost in his memories, Zachary didn't realize that he had arrived back at his office. His driver opened the door and Zachary exited the car. "Thank you, I'll call when I am ready to leave." "Certainly, Sir." Zachary walked in the building and took the elevator to his floor.  Once there, he stepped off the elevator to see Tony waiting for him. "Tell me you’ve got something." "Zachary, I don't have all the details, but, Sir, it isn’t good." "Okay, let's hear what you’ve got." Zachary and Tony walked in the office and sat down. "Okay, Arabella Marie White is the daughter of Maverick and Luna White, born on September 9, 1989.  Maverick and Luna are divorced; Maverick is the Chief of Police in a small town about three hours away from here.  Luna lives in Phoenix with a Jason Copper, a drug dealer. Arabella has a Master’s degree in Business Administration from the University of Washington.  She is currently living with a friend, a Miss Katrina Henderson, who also graduated from UW with a degree in interior design. Miss Henderson currently owns and operates her own design company.  Miss Henderson has been dating Uriel Brookshire for the past three years. Miss White had been working part time in a coffee shop near campus until a few days ago. She told the manager of the shop she was going to be working as a server at a club in town." "Which club?" "She didn't say, and I’ve yet to find out." "How long ago did she and Kane Leone get together?" "I haven't found that out, but it couldn't have been very long ago; Kane was seen with another woman about a month ago." "Did you get anything on Luna?" "That is where it gets interesting.  Luna White is Luna Santo." Fuck, what are the odds of that?  Zachary thought about the young girl he’d released from his son’s sick clutches. "When did Luna and Maverick get married?"  Zachary asked. "February 1st, 1989." Zachary did the calculations in his head.  Luna was pregnant when they got married. Wait, he caught Sebastian with her in January 1989.   No, there is no fucking way.  Arabella looked so familiar, and then it hit him. Zachary quickly got up and walked over the bookcase where he had many family pictures.  When he picked up a photograph of his mother, he knew why Arabella Marie White looked so familiar.   Chapter 11   When lunch was over at The Pink Door, Nazario, Rosa, Kane, and Ara got back into the limo and headed back to Leone Towers.  On the way there, Nazario received a text from Roaland, stating that he needed to speak with him alone when he arrived back.  Nazario wondered what Roaland had found to warrant a private conversation. Fuck, it must be very bad. Rosa was talking about possible design ideas for Ara's office. "Rosa, I like that idea, but I don't want to spend that kind of money.  I am sure what is in there is fine." Ara said. Kane smiled.  His girlfriend was not one for material things, another reason why he loved her.  Damn, that felt good. Love, love, love. "What are smiling about, Kane?"  Nazario asked. "Nothing really, just enjoying the day." "Sure."  Nazario chuckled.  It was wonderful to see his son so happy, but he hoped that whatever Roaland found out didn't interfere with that.  Kane had always been such a serious man. When he came to him and told him that he knew that he wanted to try to become a Dom, Nazario gave him the name of the best Dom so he would receive correct training.  So many times, Nazario had run into men who called themselves Doms, but, in fact, they were nothing sick, abusive monsters. When Kane finished his training and took on his first submissive, word spread quickly about what a wonderful Dominant he was.  However, their relationship didn't last long; Kane said he didn't feel any connection. Over the years, Kane took multiple classes on Shibari and it had become his favorite activity in his playroom. But, out of all the submissives that Kane had, none affected him like Ara White.  Even though they had just met, they were strongly connected. Nazario had taught Kane all about the family business and he knew that, whenever he passed over the reins, the family would be in great hands. They arrived at Leone Towers and Roaland was at the front doors waiting for them. "Kane, why don't you show Ara her new office first, and then come into the meeting?"  Nazario asked. "Okay, I won't be too long." Everyone got into the elevator and went to the office floor. Once there, Kane, Ara, and Rosa went to Ara's new office, while Nazario and Roaland, went into Nazario's office. Nazario walked around his desk and sat down.  "Okay, Roaland, tell me; what’d you find." "Nazario, I don't have all the information, but I think that Ara is Sebastian Morotti’s daughter." "What the fuck?!" "I said the same thing.  Aden was able to hack into Ara’s medical records. When she was two, almost three, she fell and broke her leg.  It was a compound fracture and she needed a pint of blood. Luna was not a match, and, here is the strange part, neither was Mave." "How can that be?" "Mave White is not her biological father." "Then who the fuck is?" "I don't have proof yet, but Luna White’s maiden name was Santo. She was born and raised in the same town as Zachary Morotti and his family." "You don't think she is Zachary's child?" "No, Zachary Morotti is too much like you.  He is a man that stands by his vows. I think she is Sebastian's." "Shit, this is bad.  I guess Zachary doesn't know, but I wonder if Sebastian does?" "I don't think so.   Sebastian has never kept his vows to his wife." "Fuck."  Nazario said.  He knew that Zachary was not going to turn the reins over to Sebastian, but, rather, to his oldest grandchild. "Roaland, when was Ara born?" Roaland looked down at his notes.  "September 9th, 1989." "When was Kurtus Morotti born?" Roaland, again, looked down at his notes.  "October 13, 1989." Nazario leaned back in his chair and took in a deep cleansing breath.  Well, that would answer why Mave White had an attitude toward Ara, but not Luna, unless something happened between her and Sebastian.  He knew that, if in fact Ara was Zachary Morotti's granddaughter, Zachary would not allow Kane to continue to see her. Fuck, Kane is not going to let this girl go.  Even a blind man could see that he was already in love with her, and she with him. "Anything else?"  Nazario asked. "No, but what are you going to do?" "We need to tell Kane." "He is going to go nuts." "Yes, but he needs to make a decision, and it needs to be today." Roaland looked at Nazario, and knew that it was going to be a long afternoon. A few minutes later, Kane walked into his father's office. The look on Nazario and Roaland's faces told him that something was very wrong. "Okay, what the fuck is going on?"  Kane demanded. "Kane, have a seat." "I'll stand." "SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"  Nazario yelled. Kane huffed and sat down beside Roaland.  "Okay, what is it?" "Kane, Roaland has found out some information about Ara." "What?" "Mave White is not her father."  Nazario said. "Then who is?" "We don't have all the information, but what little information we do have is leaning towards Sebastian." "Sebastian, as in Sebastian Morotti?"  Kane asked while his mind was swimming.  Sebastian Morotti was a sick, demonic man.  How could Ara, his sweet, loving Ara, be his daughter? "Yes."  Nazario said, watching the wide range of emotions on his son's face. "No, it can't be." "I'm sorry, but it is.  Kane, Ara is not only Sebastian's daughter, but she is also Zachary’s oldest grandchild." "So?" "Zachary Morotti will be turning over the family not to Sebastian, but to his oldest grandchild."  Nazario stated. Kane looked at his father and then the information hit him like a bullet between the eyes.  Ara was the next Donna of Morotti crime family. A cold sweat broke out along his brow and his mouth became as dry as the desert.  Taking his hands, he placed them in his hair and pulled hard. Even though it hurt, he found comfort in the pain. That pain was nothing like what his heart felt like.  What did this mean for Ara and himself? "Kane, I know it is shocking, but you need to decide on what you want to do." "What do you mean?"  Kane asked. He knew what he wanted to do.  He wanted to run down the hall, grab Ara, take her far, far away, and spend the rest of life together. "You have two choices.  One, you can walk away from Ara or two, you can make her your wife." "My wife?" "Yes, as your wife she would be put under the protection of the Leone family." "But, what if Zachary decides to pass the Morotti family to her; how the fuck would that work?" "That, my son, will be a long conversation between Zachary and the Don of this family." "But, that is you." "No, Kane.  The day you marry, I am turning over the reins to you." Kane mouth fell open and he stared at his father.  Fuck. As he stood there, he mentally went over what his father had said.  Could he leave Ara? Never be with Ara, never again kiss her pink pouty lips, never again taste the nectar from her pussy, never again have his cock buried deep into her, never again hear laugh, never again see her cry or never see her round with his child.. Never, never, never?  NO. "I want her as my wife."  Kane stated proudly. Nazario smiled, walked around his desk, and took Kane in his arms. "You are going to make a great Don.  I am so proud to call you my son." Kane wrapped his arms around his dad and hugged back.  "I am only as good as the man before me." Stepping back, Nazario looked at his son; in that moment he was the proudest he had ever been.  "Now, son comes the hard part." "What's that?" "You have to get her to say yes." Kane nodded.  Yes, that was going to be the hard part, but something else was going to be even harder, telling Ara the truth about her family. "Dad, how are we going to tell Ara about all this?" "We will sit her down, tell her everything, then assure her that nothing has changed, and that we will protect her with our lives." "But what if she thinks I am marrying her because of who her father is?" "You will have to convince her otherwise.  Kane, I know you love her and I can see she loves you, so, when we talk to her, do it from the heart." "Okay, so, when do we tell her?" "The sooner the better, if we have figured it out, Zachary surely has, too, or will soon.  You can come over to the house, tomorrow, and we will tell her together as a family." Kane knew they needed to tell her soon, but tomorrow?  So soon? What if she didn't take it well? What if she decided she didn't want anything to do with him? Kane stood and walked over the window that overlooked the city, trying to banish the thought that he could have less than twenty four hours with her.  Please, please don't let this be the end. Turning back to his father, he nodded. "I'll bring her over tomorrow morning." "Okay.  Kane, I know it is hard, but I feel sure that everything will turn out okay." "Thank you, father.  Is there anything else?" "No." "I'm going to get her and leave.  I need time with her." Kane said as his voice cracked. "Of course."  Nazario said. Kane walked toward the door, and, as he turned the cold brass knob, he looked back over his shoulder and looked at his father.  "I will make you proud." "You already do." Kane nodded and walked out and down the hall to the love of his life.  Opening the door to Ara's office, he found his mother and Ara talking about Ara's idea for the club. Ara heard the door open and when she looked up, she saw the man who made her heart skip a beat.  "Kane." Ara sighed. Ara stood up and Kane quickly crossed the room and wrapped his arms tightly around Ara.  Pulling her as close as he possibly could, he buried his nose deep in her mahogany locks and breathed in the bouquet that was uniquely Ara.  Kane’s mind kept running the conversation he had with his father; he knew that there was a possibility that Ara would want to go to her rightful family.  She might not believe that he didn't care if she was a Morotti, and that she was the woman that had stolen his heart. Ara knew something was wrong.  Kane was holding her so tight, almost as if he was afraid she might leave.  Pulling back, she looked up into the deep green eyes of the man she loved and whispered, “I'm not going anywhere." Kane looked into her chocolate brown eyes and wondered if she truly meant it. "Do you promise?" "Yes." "Forever?"  Kane pleaded, praying that she would agree to be his. Ara saw the deep emotions playing out on his face.  At that moment, she didn't see a mafia Don, she did not see a Dominant, she only saw a man who was pleading for her to be his. "For as long as you will have me." Kane smiled lovingly and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. Rosa watched her son as he embraced the woman who, in a short amount of time, had become very important to the family.  Rosa wondered why Ara's parents didn't show love to her. Many would have thought that a woman, who came from such a terrible home, could never show love, but Ara proved them all wrong.  One look at her and Rosa knew that she loved her son with all her heart and looking at Kane now, she could see that he loved her. This was every mother's wish, for their child to find love.  But she could see the way that Kane held Ara, as though, if he let go, she’d disappear. Something was very wrong. "Kane, I will be going now." "Thank you for staying with Ara.  Dad is in his office." "I will talk you soon." "Actually, Mom, Ara and I will be over tomorrow morning." "Wonderful, I'll have brunch ready." Rosa left the office and went to find Nazario, to find out what was going on. Kane looked down at Ara and smiled.  "Okay, let's get out of here and go home.  I want to take you out on a date." "A date?" "Yes, I thought dinner, dancing, and, if I am very lucky, maybe I would get lucky." Ara giggled.  "Kind Sir, I don't put out on the first date." "I think I might be able to sway you."  Kane smirked with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "We will see then." Ara turned and, when she did so, Kane swatted her ass. "Hey, what was that for?" "Getting it ready for tomorrow night." "Tomorrow night?" "Oh, my little sweet, have you forgotten that tomorrow is Friday? I will be taking you to my playroom." Ara skin began to tingle as she thought about going to the playroom.  The thought of her Dominant taking control over her made her nipples get hard and her pussy wet.  Smiling sweetly Ara reached down, unbuttoned her pants, lowered her zipper, carefully dipped her finger into her panties, and gathered the liquid onto her finger.  Slowly and carefully, she brought it from her panties and offered it up to Kane. "I'm wet." Ara moaned. Kane was mesmerized as he watched Ara’s hand as she offered her nectar to him.  Taking her finger into his mouth, he sucked it until every speck of her essence was gone.  His cock was hard and weeping with need to tear the Ara's clothes from her body and ram his cock deep into its home, but he wanted to show Ara that he wanted her for more than just sex, but as his mate, his love, his reason to live. "Yum, now button up, because I don't want any motherfucking assholes seeing my goods." Ara giggled, buttoned, and zipped up her pants.  Kane took her hand and they left the office and into the elevator.  When they arrived on the ground floor, Ben was waiting at the car for them. "Ben, take us home." "Yes, Sir." Ben opened the door and, when the couple was safely inside, he rounded the car, got in, and drove them home. Kane and Ara spent the afternoon talking and getting to know each other better.  Kane was amazed at how much he and Ara had in common. They shared the same tastes in books, music, and movies.   Soon, the couple went upstairs to get ready for their date. Kane really wanted to share the shower with Ara, but his need to show her how much he cared took over. "Ara, I am going to shower and change in the next room.  I will be back at promptly 7:00." "Kane, you don't have to do that." "Yes, my love, I do."  Kane said, kissing her forehead before leaving the room. Ara took her time getting ready, wanting to look terrific for Kane.  She chose to wear a long black wrap dress with a plunging neckline and beaded belt. She pulled out a pair of black panties, matching bra, garter, and stockings.  Ara then found a pair of four inch black pumps. Deciding on leaving her hair down, she parted it deeply to one side and pulled the other side back with a crystal clip.  For makeup, she went with a deep smoky eye and blood red lipstick, while keeping a soft cream foundation and a pale pink blush. Carefully dressing in the gown and shoes, Ara stood and looked in the full length mirror at her overall appearance.  Who was this woman, because it surely was not her? Kane shower, shaved, and dressed in his black Armani suit and black Italian loafers.  He had called all kinds of favors to ensure that Ara’s date would be perfect. Leaving the room, he walked downstairs to find that Ben had returned with the bouquet of three dozen blood red roses and a box from Tiffany.  Opening the box, he saw the perfect pair of diamond gradual drop earrings. They would look perfect on her beautiful ears. "Thanks, Ben, for picking this up.  Have you pulled around the Aston Martin?" "You are welcome and, yes, I have." "Janetta, while we are away, would you mind setting up the bedroom and bath?" "Oh, Kane, it would be a great honor.  I hope you will have a lovely evening." "I think I will." Kane headed up the stairs, carrying the roses in one hand and the Tiffany box in the other.  Slipping the box in his jacket pocket, he brought his hand to the door and then paused. He had never been as nervous as he was at this moment.  His possible happy future lay behind the dark hardwood door. Would this be their first date of many, or would this be their last date? Reaching deep inside his willpower and strength, Kane brought his hand on the door, and knocked, causing an echo that sounded down the hallway, until it faded away to nothing. Ara opened the door.  There stood a man that made her heart skip a beat and her soul awakened in bright sunlight that was her love for him.  He looked like he had just stepped off the pages of GQ. His dark Armani suit fit him perfectly and in his hands was a bouquet of red roses. Kane mouth fell open at the sight of Ara.  How did he get so lucky to be able to have the opportunity, even if it is for only one night, to spend time with this goddess.  "Ara, you look so fucking amazing." Ara bowed her head and her cheeks bloomed bright red, almost the same shade as the roses Kane held.  "Thank you." Ara whispered. Kane took his finger and put it under her chin and raised it up.  "Don't hide your staggering beauty. These are for you." Kane handed the roses to Ara.  When she took them, she brought them up to nose and breathed in their sweet aroma. "They are beautiful.  Thank you." "Now I have a little something else for you."  Kane reached in his pocket and pulled out the Tiffany blue box. Ara may not have had any of the pieces, but she recognized the signature box that Kane held.  It was Tiffany. She laid the roses down on the table by the bed and accepted the box from Kane.  As she slowly untied the ribbon, and opened the lid, she was astonished by what was inside. It was the most incredible pair of diamond earrings she had ever seen.  "Kane, they are too much." "No, my love, there are not, because you deserve so much more and I plan on spending the rest of my life lavishing you with many more pieces that will never compare to your beauty." Kane took the box from Ara's hands, gently grabbed the earrings from the box, and proceeded to put them in her delicate ears.  Once completed, he placed a sweet kiss at the base of one ear and whispered into her ear. "I hope I will get to see you later in nothing but these earrings." Ara turned and smirked.  "As I told you, kind Sir, I don't put out on the first date." Kane laughed.  "We will fucking see about that.  Now, let's get going, we have dinner reservations." Kane offered his arm and Ara wrapped her delicate arm around his.  The beautiful couple walked down the stairs and out the front door.  Parked in front was a spectacular bronze car. Kane led her around to the passenger door and opened it for her. "What kind of car is this?"  Ara asked. "This is a fucking Aston Martin." "I am sorry, I don't talk car." "It is okay, baby, I didn't know when I bought this car that it had been made for your sexy ass to sit in it." Ara giggled and sat down on a smooth, soft leather seat.  It was the most comfortable seat she had ever sat on. Scooting her ass around, she enjoyed the feel of the leather. "Comfy, baby?"  Kane smirked. "Very." "You look so fucking good.  The only thing that would look better would be seeing you in that seat totally naked." "Another day perhaps?" "Fuck yeah." Kane shut the door and walked around the back of the car. As he did, he adjusted his hard cock.  Little minx. Kane got into the driver's seat and put the car in drive and gunned the engine and took off down the driveway.  He fucking loved driving this car. Ara placed her hand on Kane's arm as he drove before looking out the window and watching the landscape quickly pass by. She knew Kane loved to drive fast, so she didn't look at the speedometer.  The car drove so smoothly that it was as if they were flying instead of driving.  Reaching up, she ran her finger over the earrings that Kane had given her. How did she get here?  Last week, she was a struggling college graduate with no prospect of a job, and now she was in a car that she guessed was more than her student loan debt, wearing an outfit that cost over $4, 000 and wearing a pair of earrings that she dreamed of, but never thought she’d ever be able to own.  Looking over at Kane, she wondered how they could feel this intensely about each other, even though they just met. Ara knew that she loved Kane with everything within her and couldn't see herself ever loving anyone else. He was such an amazing man. Yes, he had a foul mouth and yes, he was in the mafia, but that was not her Kane.  Her Kane was full of so much passion; he loved and cared for his family, and he treated her as if she was a queen. Quickly they arrived at Canlis, one the best restaurants in all of the Pacific Northwest.Ara had heard of it, but never thought she would be dining there.  Kane pulled up front and got out. Rounding the car, he motioned for the valet to stop. No fucking asshole was going to touch his girl, even if it was just to help her out of the car.  He opened the door and offered his hand to Ara. Placing her tiny hand in his large, strong hand, she moved her legs and stood and placed her arm around Kane's. They walked into the restaurant and up the host stand. "Good evening, Mr. Leone, so great to see you again."  The host said. "Good evening, Mark; I am glad to be back." "Wonderful; who is this lovely woman you have?" "Oh, Mark, you have always had a great eye.  This beautiful creature is my girlfriend, Ara White." "Girlfriend?  Well, I am sure Nazario and Rosa are extremely happy.  Miss White, welcome; I hope you will enjoy your evening." "Thank you; I am sure I will." "Great, now come with me; I will show you to your table." Mark led Kane and Ara through the restaurant and up the stairs to a private room. Opening the door, there was one lone table nestled up to the window overlooking the harbor. "I hope everything is as you requested." "Perfect, Mark.  Just perfect. Thank you." "Have a wonderful evening, and if you need anything, please let me know." "I will, Mark."  Kane said. Kane pulled out the seat for Ara. She sat down and looked out the window.  It was an absolutely flawless night. Kane sat across from Ara and reached out to take her hands.  "I hope you like the first part of your date." "Oh, Kane, it is so beautiful." "Not as beautiful as you are." Kane and Ara stared into each other’s eyes, drinking in the looks of joy and, perhaps, love.  Ara hoped it was love in Kane's eyes she was seeing. She wanted to jump up, climb into his lap, and confess her love for him, but she afraid that she would scare him away. "Good evening, my name is Randolph, and I will be your waiter this evening." "Good evening."  Kane said. "Mr. Leone, we will be following your arrangements as ordered." "Excellent." "First, let us start with a glass of Cristal." Randolph popped the cork, and poured two glasses of champagne.  After pouring, he left the young couple to enjoy their time together. Kane raised his glass to Ara.  "To the most incredible woman in the world, may this be the first night to rest of our lives together." Ara eyes filled with tears at the tender words that Kane had said.  She could only hope and pray that they would come true. Kane looked into Ara’s tear filled eyes, and, in that moment, he almost blurted out that he loved her with all his heart. However, he wanted it to be perfect, something they could tell the children and grandchildren about one day. Ara swallowed back her tears, raised her glass, and gently bumped it against Kane's.  "To forever." After finishing their champagne, Randolph was back with a garden salad with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing.  The main dish was a shrimp pasta dish, complemented with a white wine. For dessert, a single white plate was brought out with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and their signature dessert, an apple tarte tatin. Kane got up from his seat and pushed his chair closer to Ara so their legs were touching.  Picking the spoon, he took a piece of the tarte tatin and a small dab of ice cream, and brought it up to Ara’s mouth. Ara opened her mouth and Kane placed the dessert on her tongue. It was the perfect combination of flavors, Ara couldn’t resist it.  She moaned, loudly, and, after swallowing, she licked her lips, making sure to catch any crumbs that might have fallen. Kane watched as her pink little tongue came out of her hot mouth and licked the lips that he fucking loved tasting. He wondered what that fucking delectable tongue would feel like licking his cock .  Kane hadn’t had Ara suck him off yet, but that was going to be the first thing his little submissive would do tomorrow night… that is, if she still wanted him after the conversation they would have the next morning.  Reaching down, he adjusted his cock for the second time that night to find some sort of relief. “Please, don’t do that again.  My cock can’t take anymore.” Ara smiled.  “Sorry, but it’s so yummy.  The only thing that would make it better is…”  Ara said as she leaned closer to Kane, “If your cock was covered in it and I could lick all of it.” “FUCK!”  Kane said as he grabbed Ara and kissed her with all the passion he had. Finally, they broke apart, gasping for air.  “That was not very nice. I might have to give you a spanking when we get to the playroom tomorrow.” Smiling wickedly, Ara looked Kane directly in the eye and confessed, “My ass is tingling with anticipation.” “You’re a she-devil.”  Kane moaned. Ara giggled.  They finished their dessert, feeding each other bite after bite. Randolph returned and left the folder with the bill in it.  Kane got out his wallet and pulled out his black amex card. After Randolph returned and processed the bill he returned Kane’s card and let him know that the valet was pulling up his car. “Thank you for all your service his evening.  This is above the tip, because you took such good care of us.”  Kane said, handing Randolph two crisp one hundred bills, which was a bonus from the thirty-five percent tip he left. “Thank you so much, Mr. Leone.  I hope to see you and your lovely girlfriend back soon.” “Most definitely, and I will request you as my server.” Randolph was honored that Kane Leone would request him.  Kane Leone was a powerful man. To have impressed him meant that Randolph would see more money in the future.  Since he was a widower and a single parent, that would mean he could breathe a little easier. Kane and Ara walked arm and arm through the restaurant. "Mr. Leone and Miss White, I hope your evening was everything that you’d hoped for?"  Mark asked. "Mark, as always, it was perfection."  Kane said. "Wonderful, please tell your parents I said hello." "I certainly will." "Miss White I hope to see you soon." "I do, too."  Ara said, smiling sweetly. Mark opened the door and Kane and Ara walked outside to the waiting car.  Kane helped Ara in and then got into the driver's seat. It was now time for the second part of the date.  He drove through the streets and soon reached their destination, Century Ballroom. Ara looked up and saw that they were at Century Ballroom.  She loved to dance; she and Kane talked about this place only this afternoon, and now they were here.  "Kane, this is perfect." "I am glad you approve.  Now, let's go have some fun." They parked the vehicle and went into the ballroom.  The hall had a high ceiling and a chandelier hanging down, but the dance floor magnificent.   The large wooden floor was so polished that the lights of the chandelier danced off it like fireflies.  On the stage was a band, currently playing Shostakovich Waltz No 2 .  As the beats of the music began, couples gathered onto the dance floor and began to dance. A striking woman met Kane and Ara.  "Kane, it is good so see you again." "Kate, good to see you also.  How is Iezekiel?" "He is great; he will be here later." "Wonderful, tell him to come over when he gets here." "Of course.  Now, you must be Ara."  Kate said to Ara. "Yes, I am." "Kane said you were a beauty." "Thank you." "Come, I have your table waiting." Kate showed Kane and Ara to the table, which overlooked the dance floor.  Kane assisted Ara in her seat and Kate took their drink order. Kane ordered a Jameson and ginger and Ara ordered a glass of white wine.  They also both ordered waters, because they knew they would need it. "Kane, this place is wonderful.  I can't wait to get out on the dance floor." "Well, let's not wait."  Kane said as he stood and offered Ara his hand before leading her onto the dance floor and taking her into his arms.  The band then began playing Kiss of Fire , a tango.  Kane loved the tango; it was just like having sex, powerful and sensual all at the same time. Ara loved all types of dance, but the tango was her favorite.  Kane placed his hand on her lower back and gripped her hand with the other.   Positioning his hips up against her as close as he could get, he began to take the first steps.  Soon, they were moving across the dance floor, moving together, not as two separate people, but, as one. At one point in the tango, Ara lifted her leg and wrapped it over Kane’s hip, and when she did, she could feel his hard cock up against her soaking wet pussy. Kane could feel the heat coming off of Ara's pussy when she wrapped her leg around his hip.  Fuck, it was so hard to be a gentleman. It would so easy to unzip his pants and slip his cock into its home, but he would not. He had plans. He wanted Ara to remember tonight always. Kane and Ara danced and danced until they were tired.  Iezekiel and Kate had come over to the table and they had a wonderful conversation with the couple.  Iezekiel and Kate were married, but were also Dominant and submissive. They had been together for the last four years, and Kate had recently announced she was expecting their first child.  Iezekiel was also part of the family, as their lawyer. Every crime family needed a good lawyer on staff, and Iezekiel was such a lawyer. Ara and Kate got along wonderfully and had exchanged numbers.  Soon, the topic of the Munch Masquerade came up. "Kane, are you going to demonstrate?" "Ara and I have not had the opportunity to talk about it." Ara looked at Kane.  Did he want to do a demonstration with her at the Munch?  What would it involve? "Well, I hope you do."  Iezekiel said. After many more dances, Kane and Ara were ready to go home.  Kane drove like the wind, because he needed to find some relief…now!   They arrived in front of the building, where Ben was there waiting for them.  Kane assisted Ara out of the car and gave Ben a nod. Once Kane had Ara in the door, he swept her off her feet and ran up the stairs to their bedroom.  Janetta had placed candles everywhere in the room; it glowed in the soft, amber light.She had also started the fireplace, which also gave off a soft, amber light.  Kane pushed the door shut with his foot. "Baby, please, please tell me I can have you tonight?" "Oh yes, please, I need you so much."  Ara moaned. Kane reached for the belt around her waist and unbuckled it.  Pushing the dress open, he took in her beauty. "God, you are so fucking beautiful."  Kane then pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He then brought his hands up to her breasts and began to squeeze them hard. "Kane, please, I can't wait much more."  Ara said as she neared her orgasm with him playing with her breasts. Kane smirked and reached behind her to unsnap her bra, letting her breasts loose from their prison.  Leaning down, he took one nipple in his mouth and began to suck and bite it hard. "Fuck, Kane." Pulling back, Kane looked into Ara eyes and could tell she was close.  He picked her up once more and sat her on the edge of the table along the one wall.  "Baby, I am going to make you feel so good." Kane then unzipped his zipper and pulled out his cock.  He took his hard cock in this hand and rubbed it up and down her glistening folds. Confirming that she was ready for him, he plunged his cock deep into its home. Ara screamed and came as soon as he entered her.  Fuck, it felt so good. "Harder, Kane." "As you wish, my love."  Kane then began to thrust over and over into her tight wet hole.  Soon, he felt the walls grip his cock as another orgasm took over her, and soon after that, Kane followed with his own. "It gets fucking better every time."  Kane moaned. "I know." Kane pulled his cock from her pussy; he watched as his cum, and hers, flowed out of her pussy.  Fuck, that was hot. He pulled her up from the table, held her tight, then lowered himself down, and kissed her sweet lips. "Come, I have another surprise."  Kane said, picking her and carrying her into the bathroom.  Janetta, again, had placed candles around the room along with rose petals, and a bottle of champagne on ice, complete with two glasses. Kane lowered Ara to the floor and began to remove the remainder of her clothes off.  He then placed her in the tub. Once she was in, he quickly removed the rest of his clothes and climbed in behind her.  Taking a washcloth, he began to gently wash her skin. Once he had cleaned her up, he reached over and poured them each a glass of champagne. "Ara, I just wanted to thank you for going out with me tonight.  I have never had a date like this; it was beyond anything I thought it would be." "Oh, Kane, I loved every minute of it.  You made me feel so special." "Good, now, let's get out of here and celebrate some more." Kane got out of the tub and grabbed towels to wrap around Ara and himself.  He helped Ara from the tub and took his time to dry every spot on her body. He picked her up once again, and carried her back into the bedroom, but, this time placed, her in one of the leather chairs by the fireplace.  He got down on his knees and buried his face in her pussy. He was like a man who had gone without water for weeks, and she was flowing with the sweetest water he had ever tasted. Sucking hard on her clit, Ara arched her back and stroked his head, pushing him into her pussy. "Yes, fuck yes, Kane.  I am so close." Ara moaned. Kane continued to lick from her ass, up her folds, to her clit.  Once there, he took it in between his teeth and bit down, hard. Then, she began cumming all over his mouth and tongue. "KANE!!"  Ara screamed at the top of her lungs. After a few more licks and kisses on her juicy mound, he leaned back and licked his lips, savoring every bit of her nectar.  "I could live off your nectar." Ara rose up. At that moment, she was like a woman possessed.  She pushed Kane back and crawled up his body. She grabbed his hard cock and aligned her pussy over it and then she lowered herself until Kane's balls touched her ass. "Fuck, baby, that feels so good." "Kane, I got to have so much more."  Ara moaned as she began to bounce over and over again on his cock.  The need to be closer than she was, was so overpowering. She rocked her hips and leaned down so Kane could take a suck off her tits, but, after a few seconds, she pulled it from his mouth and reared back hard on his cock. "FUCK, ARA, JUST LIKE THAT!" Ara continued to fuck Kane hard. Soon, she felt her orgasm building.  "KANE, CUM WITH ME NOW!" Ara demanded. Kane had never felt anything like this, and when he heard her demand him to come, he did.  He shot stream after stream of cum deep inside of her. Ara legs began to shake and her pussy grabbed hold of Kane’s cock as she came hard.  After she had finished, she collapsed on top of Kane. "What the fuck was that?"  Ara asked. "That, my love, is you taking control, and it was hot as fuck." They stayed connected for a while, but they finally parted and go up.  "Come; let's take this to the bed." Kane said. They soon were in their bed wrapped around one another.  Not saying anything, just enjoying being together. Kane knew it was time to confess to Ara what he had in his heart.  Kane rose up to his knees and looked down at Ara. Taking his thumb he rubbed it over her pink pouty lips. Kane covered Ara’s body with his and looked deeply into her eyes.  "Ara, I know some would say it is too soon, but they don't know that, sometimes, it only takes a moment to know.  When I saw you on your knees in front of Uriel, I nearly lost it. You were so perfect. I fought with myself for the feelings I had that evening, but after seeing you so vulnerable after Kurtus almost got to you, I knew that I wanted, no, needed to take care of you.  Over the last few days, I have discovered that I never want to let you go. I want to wake up beside you every day, I want to sleep beside you every night, and I want to share my life with you. Fuck, Ara, I have fallen in love with you." Ara was shocked by Kane's speech.  However, looking up at this man, she knew that he was speaking the truth.  Ara brought her hand to his face, looked into his eyes, and smiled. "I love you, too, so much." "Really?"  Kane asked. "Yes." "Thank God, because, baby, I can't live without you." Ara closed her eyes, taking in Kane's love that flowed between them.  For the first time in her life, she actually felt loved and wanted. Kane looked down at Ara, her eyes were closed, but she had a sweet smile on her face.  He couldn’t help but hope that she’d still want to be with him after tomorrow. Chapter 12   While Kane and Ara celebrated their confession to one another, across town Zachary Morotti was going over the information on Luna Santo White.  All the information he received led him to believe the young woman he met was actually his oldest grandchild. Fuck, was he going to do if she was? It was obvious that she was very taken with Kane Leone. Kane Leone, the son of Nazario Leone, a man who was known as a tough as nails Don, but was also known for being trustworthy and a man of his word.  The Nazario Leone family had been dealing with guns and protection service; in other words, they were hit men, while Zachary had decided to continue his father's dealings in drugs and prostitution. But, as of late, he had gotten tired of all the pain that they’d caused.  Maybe he was just getting tired. His time as leader was coming to an end, but he had many reservations concerning his oldest grandson. Kurtus was so much like his father, quick temper, self-centered, and had a lust for women, and, rumor had it, with men also. Zachary knew that Kurtus had become a Dominant, or, at least said that what he was, but Zachary had heard sick stories of Kurtus’ brutal abuse of women.  Zachary didn't practice BDSM, but he knew what it meant to be a true Dominant. A true Dominant was someone who didn’t use the title to take advantage of women. Zachary knew that Kane Leone was a Dominant, but, unlike Kurtus, Kane didn't play being a Dominant, but truly was a Dominant. Never had he heard anything bad about Kane. Zachary wondered how exactly Ara and Kane’s relationship worked.  The way Kane positioned his body toward her, and the look in his eye, lead him to believe that he might that very strong feelings toward her.  And, of course, the way Ara stood up to him made him chuckle. She was very spirited and beautiful, very much like his mother Arabella. However, he didn’t know what he was going to do.    "Zachary, you asked to see me?"  Liam asked. "Yes, Liam, I need you to go to Phoenix, Arizona and find Luna White.  You need to tell her that I sent you, and that I what to know the truth about her daughter." "Her daughter?" "Yes, Ara White.  Tell Luna that I know who she is, but I want her to say the words." "Okay, Sir." "Go now, Liam, I have the private jet waiting for you and I need you to keep this between you and me.  Not a word to Sebastian or Kurtus." Liam left to catch the plane, but he wondered who Luna and Ara White were and what the information had to do with Sebastian or Kurtus, for that matter.  He quickly boarded the plane and a few hours later were touching down in Phoenix. Liam met up with Geoffrey, a private investigator Zachary had hired. Liam had done business with Geoffrey before, and knew that Geoffrey was the best at finding someone. "Geoffrey, good to see you again, my friend." "Same here, Liam." "Do you have the information I need?" "Yes, come; let's go over to the diner across the street and talk." They walked across the street and found a table in the back. "All right, I found Luna White.  She is in a long term care facility." "What is wrong with her?" "Cancer." "How bad?" "She has only weeks to live." "Shit! Is she coherent enough for me to talk to her?" "Yes, but she is really weak." "Shit, I guess I will go first thing in the morning then."  Liam said. "Come, my friend, you can stay with me tonight." "Thanks, I really do hate hotels." The next morning Liam arrived at the long-term facility and found Luna White’s room.  Walking into the room, he found her lying in the bed with tubes and machines hooked up. Her skin was a sick yellow color and she was very thin.  Liam knew if he looked at her long enough, he would be able to see her bones.  Luna opened her eyes and looked at Liam. "Who are you?" "Luna White, I have been sent by Zachary Morotti." Luna knew that name well and thought that she would never hear it again in her life.  He was the man that drove her away from the only man she ever loved. Thinking back to the day when she and Sebastian were interrupted by Zachary, she could understand how he could have mistaken what was going on between them as abusive.   She and Sebastian had been talking for months. She was falling in love with him.  Sebastian had told her that his father had made him marry Portia, but he did not love her, that he loved only her.  She knew that Sebastian loved to dominate women. Sebastian had tied her up, ate her pussy until it was raw, and had her suck his cock deep down her throat; these activities brought her great joy.  Sebastian wanted to play a game, where they role-played him taking her for the first time. "Luna, my love, it would bring me great pleasure if you act as if I was taking you by force.” The day arrived and she played her part, but Sebastian was so excited that he got carried away.  However, before they could finish their little game, Zachary broke in and assumed the worst. He grabbed her from the room and had given her a few hundred dollars to keep her mouth shut.  A few days later, her family had friends from America come to visit. This was the first time she saw Mave White. Their parents pushed them together, so she spent the next few weeks talking and showing him around the countryside.  Mave was a nice person, but he was no Sebastian. One morning, when she got up, she was suddenly sick to her stomach.  As she finished throwing up, she glanced over saw a box of tampons. She soon realized that she had missed her period.  Fuck, what was she going to do? She knew Zachary would never let her near Sebastian and, now that she was pregnant, her parents would demand to know who the father was.  Then Mave came to mind. So, that evening she came onto him, and he fell for it. A week later, she told him that she was pregnant with his child. At first, he was surprised, but he had fallen in love with Luna, so he asked her to marry him.  A speedy wedding was performed and they traveled back to America. When Luna went into labor eight months later, she had convinced Mave that the baby was coming early. She gave birth to a girl, whom she named her after Sebastian's grandmother, Arabella Marie. During Arabella’s first few years of life, Luna could barely stand looking at her.  With each glance, hate boiled inside of Luna. Arabella was the reason Luna had to leave Italy, and her only love, Sebastian. Then, the stupid child fell and broke her leg and had to have a blood transfusion, and the truth came out.  Mave was livid. He demanded to know whose child she was, but Luna would not tell him. She gathered Arabella up and ran off. Over the years, the hatred grew with each day. So, when Arabella wanted to spend the summer before she went to college with Mave, Luna rejoiced that she would not have to look at her anymore. All was right with the world once more, so Luna had decided to move back to Italy. But, when she went to the doctor for a check-up before leaving, they found out that she had lung cancer and there was nothing they could do, just keep her comfortable.  So, now she only had a few weeks to live, and who should walk in but a man with a connection to her past. "What does he want?" "He wants to know about Arabella White." Shit, how had he found out about her?  "What about her?" "Luna, Zachary wants you to tell me the truth." "Why?" "Luna, we are talking about Zachary Morotti.  He has other ways to get the answer, but he wanted to hear it from your own lips." "Tell Zachary that he has a granddaughter who was born on September 9th, 1989, and was named after his mother." Liam stared at the sickly woman and couldn't believe what he heard.  He knew that Kurtus was born in October…so Arabella White was Zachary's oldest grandchild. "Tell me, how is the love of my life?" "I am sorry, but I have never met Mave White."  Liam answer. Luna weakly laughed.  "No, the love of my life is Sebastian Morotti."  Luna then laid back and closed her eyes. She felt suddenly at peace.  The great secret that she had carried all the years was out. She didn't care that her daughter would be in the hands of Zachary Morotti.  Thinking of Sebastian, she began to walk into the light. Liam stared at Luna as she closed her eyes and a faint smile came upon her face, then the alarms on the machines around her began to go off.  The nurses walked into the room and took her pulse. "She’s gone."  The nurse said. Liam nodded and walked out of the room.  Picking up the phone, he called the pilot of the plane and told him to have it ready.  He quickly arrived at the airport and boarded the plane. Liam sat back and thought of the conversation he had with Luna White and wondered what was going to happen with Arabella White.  She was Zachary's oldest grandchild and could be the one to take over the family. What was she like? Where was she? The plane ride went by quickly, and as soon as the plane landed, Liam traveled to Zachary's home.  The housekeeper opened the door and told him that Zachary was in his study. Liam arrived at the door and knocked. "Come in."  Zachary said. Liam walked in and stood in front of Zachary’s desk. "Did you talk to her?" "Yes and she admitted that Arabella White is Sebastian's child." "Did she say anything else?" "She only asked how Sebastian was. After that, she died." "Died?  What do you mean?"  Zachary asked. "She was on death's door when I arrived.  She had lung cancer." Zachary now had the confirmation that he needed.  His oldest grandchild was Arabella White, no, Arabella Morotti.  Now he needed to make a decision on the right way to talk to Arabella, or Ara, about her heritage. Once that happened, he would begin to groom her to take over the family. "Thank you, Liam.  Remember; don't say a word to anyone about this." "Zachary, I promise not to, but do you know where Arabella is?" "Liam, Arabella is here in Seattle." "Really?" "Yes, and soon I may need you to help me with something." "Anything, just ask." "Thank you, I will be in touch." Liam left and Zachary continued to think about his granddaughter.  As he looked at the photographs on the desk, he took particular interest in the one of Sebastian, Portia, Kurtus, and Simon.  Fuck, Kurtus was not going to like this. Zachary knew that Kurtus had been demanding Zachary turn over the reins to him, but Zachary had been reluctant.  Was it wrong to be afraid to turn over your family life work to a man he knew in his heart would destroy it? His own flesh and blood was a disgrace. Zachary then began to think of Ara, the sweet but strong young woman who had just been proven to be his granddaughter.  Zachary smiled brightly; he had a granddaughter. The was a knock on his door. "Come in." Tony walked in and sat down in front of Zachary's desk. "Do you have any more information for me, Tony?" "Yes, I do.  I went over to Miss White’s apartment when everyone was away. When I went in, there were only personal items in one bedroom.  It looks like Miss Henderson is living there alone, but there are several moving boxes around." "So none of Ara’s items are there?" "Yes. Also, the tail you had me put on Kane, followed him and Miss White on what looked like a date.  It was reported they were very cozy and spent the evening sharing many kisses and holding each other close.  Here are photographs that he took." Tony said, handing over the pictures to Zachary. Zachary took the pictures and looked at each one carefully; it was very clear that Ara was indeed in love with Kane, and he with her.  Shit, this made things complicated. Zachary wondered how close Ara had become to Nazario. If she had been taken in under Nazario’s protection, then it would be a fight to get her. "Also, you heard about Puss and Boots?" "Yes." "I found out that Kurtus was behind it, along with stealing a large shipment of guns from the Leones." "WHAT THE FUCK?"  Zachary roared. "Our man that we have close to Kurtus says that he is preparing to take over the family and this was his show of strength." "Does the Nazario know who did it?" "No, but I know it won't be long.  Kane's men are looking into it and his Capo is really good." "Who is his Capo?" "Uriel Brookshire." "I have heard his name before, but where?" "Uriel is Miss Henderson’s boyfriend.  He is also the manager at Diamond Knotts." "The BDSM club?" "Yes, Uriel is a Dominant and Miss Henderson is his submissive." Zachary took a moment to think about all the information.  Then, an idea sparked. "Is Ara a submissive?" "I don't know, but the serving job was at Diamond Knotts." "Fuck." "Also, I heard that Kurtus attacked her, but Kane saved her." "WHAT FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE ATTACKED HER?" "He came on to her and, from what I was told, bit her neck." Zachary’s blood was boiling.  Yes, Kurtus was his flesh and blood, but he had harmed his granddaughter, his own half-sister.  Now, what the fuck was he going to do? "Tony, put someone on Kurtus and Sebastian.   I want to know everything they are doing." "I will; what about Ara?" "Watch her and keep me up informed of every detail." Tony got up and left to make sure Zachary wishes were met. Zachary thought about all the information that Tony had given him.  Kane Leone was now not only the future Don of the Leone Family, but also a man who was in love with his granddaughter.  Then a thought came to mind, what if Kane married Ara? Fuck; that would mean she would be the wife of the Don of the Leone Family.  Zachary did not know what to do. His grandson was not fit to be the ruler of the family, but Ara might be taken away if she married Kane.  Zachary couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she didn’t, or if there was another possibility, joining the two families. Chapter 13   The morning sun beamed through the windows of the bedroom, and the rays of light slowly crept toward the couple, who were tightly bound to each other. They were currently bound by their love, but they hoped that, maybe one in the near future, they’d be bound with a band of gold.  The three sacred words had been spoken from their hearts last night and they spent hours whispering, moaning, and screaming the words to each other, as they enjoyed the hours of lovemaking. Ara sighed softly and arched her back and shoulders.  Last night’s, hell, the early morning activities had made her stiff.  Kane was such a powerful lover that she often thought his cock hit her spleen with each deep thrust. However, the slight pain that it caused made her want him more.  Ara thought about the moment that Kane told her he loved her; the painful lifetime of never being loved ended.  Her heart was filled with his love. She knew that she would never love another man. Kane Leone was the man she trusted with her heart, body, and soul. "What is that smile for, my love?"  Kane said in his husky morning voice. "Just thinking about last night." "You don't regret it, do you?"  Kane asked nervously, hoping she had not changed her mind. Ara moved so she was looking directly into his beautiful green eyes.  "I love you with everything that I am." "Fuck, baby, I love you so much." Kane leaned up, captured her lips, and poured all the love he had for her in that kiss.  He had never dreamed that his heart could be so full. His entire life was viewed through dark colored glasses, never clearly seeing the world around him, but now, the glass was clear, and the world was bright and new.  Falling in love had changed Kane for the better. Finally, they pulled apart, both gasping for air; Kane pulled Ara back into his arms and squeezed her tight.  "I want to stay like this for the rest of our lives." "As lovely as that sounds, we have to get up and go to your parents’ house." Kane’s heart began to beat fast and his mind began to play out all the different scenarios in which Ara might take the news today.  However, the one that frightened him the most was Ara leaving him. Kane knew that he would never find anyone like her. "Let's go shower and get ready then."  Kane said, giving her a tighter squeeze. They went off to shower, bathing each other in soft caresses and tender kisses.  Each touch, each kiss, each longing look was filled with their ever-increasing love.  They emerged and went to select their clothes for today. Even though only going to brunch, Ara still wanted to look nice.  She selected a simple yet lovely black dress and wore a pair of heels that Kane said that made her ass ‘look fucking hot’. Next, Ara selected a sexy black thong that had a ruffled top, a garter belt, and black stockings.  The bra that matched was a cute yet minuscule shelf bra. Her nipples were barely covered and her mounds were pushed high and proud. Kane fucking loved watching her dress. As each piece of clothing went on, he imagined taking them off later.  When she covered her tits with that piece of fabric, that some would call a bra, he nearly came. Fuck, he had to sit beside her at his parents’ house knowing what she had on under her dress. Fuck, it was going to be a hard morning, in more ways than one.  Kane selected a pair of dark pants, a baby blue button down shirt, and a leather jacket. Walking down the stairs hand and hand, Kane and Ara were met by Ben. "Good morning." "Good morning, Ben.  We are off to my parents’ house." "Certainly." They were quickly in the car and off to Nazario and Rosa's.  Kane held Ara's hand like a lifeline, afraid that, if he let go, she would disappear on him. Ara could tell something was wrong with Kane.  He was holding onto her hand so tightly, she was afraid that she’d begin losing the circulation there soon.  What could it be? Had someone threatened him or his family? Whatever it was, she knew she needed to be strong for him.  She did not want to lose the one person that had ever loved her. "So, are you excited about tonight?"  Kane said, trying to get his mind off of the situation. "Very much so; I just hope I won't disappoint you." "Not possible.  I promised to go slow and I will continue to check to see where you are.  Don't overthink it. Just trust me." "I do, with everything that I am." "Good and I trust you.  However, please remember your safe word if it gets to be too much.  I want you to remember tonight as the beginning of our Dominant/submissive relationship with fond memories.  I want; no, I need to meet all your needs." "Kane, you are a wonderful Dominant. I know that you will lead me to a place of pleasure that I have only dreamt about." Kane placed a kiss on her lips.  "Together, we will get there together." They soon arrived and Kane and Ara walked into the home hand and hand.  Rosa met them at the door and hugged them tight. "I am so happy to have you here.  Please come in, I thought we could eat on the deck." Kane led Ara through the house and out to the deck that overlooked the harbor.  There was a soft, warm breeze. They could smell the salt off the water and hear the gentle pushing of the waves against the bank.  On the deck was a gorgeous set of outdoor furniture in black iron and blue fabric. "Kane, this is beautiful." "Mom loves to decorate; that’s why she was so excited about your office." "She has so many wonderful ideas. I can't wait to get started." "Kane, Ara, so glad you are here."  Nazario said as he walked out of the bay doors and over to Ara, giving her a hug and a kiss on the head. Kane watched his father as he hugged Ara. He knew that Ara had won over Nazario’s heart. "Come sit, Rosa and Maggie are on the way with the food.  I'll pour the mimosas." Nazario poured the orange juice into each of flutes and then opened a bottle of Cristal and topped off the each glass.  Rosa and Maggie emerged from the house carrying two trays of food. Each tray contained cinnamon buns, scrambled eggs, bacon, and fresh cut fruit.  The women soon placed the trays onto the table. Nazario pulled out the seat for Rosa to sit down and once she did, he placed a sweet kiss on her head.  Leaning close to her ear, he whispered huskily. "I love you and can't wait until later." Friday nights had been set aside for Dominant Nazario and submissive Rosa time.  Tonight, Nazario had a surprise for his little pet. Thinking about the scene that he had planned made his cock hard. Nazario sat down in the chair next to Rosa and placed a napkin over his lap, willing it to go away. Kane pulled out the chair for Ara, and placed a kiss on her head, just like his father had done to his mother.  Sitting down beside her, the couples began to serve themselves the delicious looking food. Nazario handed a mimosa to Kane, Ara, and Rosa.  "I would like to make a toast." Raising his glass, he looked at each one of them. "To new beginnings and finding what is most important in the world.  Love." They bumped their glasses together and all took a drink.  The food was eaten and the conversation was kept light. Rosa told Ara about the funny things Kane had done as a small child and, with each passing story, Kane’s face turned a soft pink glow.  Ara giggled at the sight of the big bad mafia guy, blushing over his mommy telling stories about him. Kane leaned over and whispered in her ear.  "Keep it up, but remember where you will be tonight." Ara turned quickly and looked into the darkened eyes of the man she loved.  Damn, she wondered, would it be rude to jump up and leave? She quickly determined that it would be, and the devil in him knew what he was doing.  Damn, it was going to be a hot night. "Kane, why don't we go into the den?"  Nazario said. Kane stood and helped Ara with her chair and took her into his arms.  "I love you so much." "I love you." Kane and Ara walked into the house and toward the den.  Just like the rest of the house, it was warm and very welcome.  There was a large leather sofa facing a granite faced fireplace with a large ornate mantle.  Over the fireplace was an oil painting of Nazario, Rosa, and Kane. They had sat down for the painting two years ago, as a Mother's Day gift for Rosa.  The artist had captured the love that both men had for Rosa. Nazario sat in a chair across from the sofa, while Rosa sat on one side of Ara while Kane sat on the other side.  Nazario had told Rosa everything that he had found out about Ara and her parents. To say that Rosa was livid was an understatement.  When Nazario finished telling her, Rosa walked over to her purse, pulled out her gun, and made sure that it was loaded. She then put it back in her purse and grabbed her keys.  Nazario had to talk her out of going to Phoenix and having a little talk with Luna. You didn’t mess with momma bear. "Ara, I want you to know how happy we are that you have come into our son's life.  It is has always been our hope that he would find someone who would love him with all their heart." Ara placed her hand on Kane's knee and squeezed.  "Nazario, I know it may seem quick, but I love Kane with everything that I am.  I promise that I will always love him." "Ara, we know." Kane placed his hand on top of hers and held it tight.  He knew that his Dad was getting ready to change her life. "Ara, what I am about to tell you is going to be hard for you, but remember that nothing that I am about to say changes the fact that Rosa and I consider you part of this family.  You will always be a part of this family and, as such, be under my protection as Don. When Kane takes over, you will be under his protection. Do you understand?" Ara wondered what Nazario was talking about; why would she need to be under the protection of the family? "Ara, I love you.  Please remember that and trust that I am speaking from my heart." "I love you, and I trust you." Kane nodded at his father to continue.  "Remember the man from the restaurant?" "Yes.  Zachary Morotti." "Yes, well after running into Zachary, and the way he looked at you, I needed to ensure that there was nothing in your background that would cause him to come after you." "But I have never done anything." "We know, but, Ara, your mother has.  We found out that, when you were almost three, you broke your leg and needed a pint of blood. However, when your parents went to donate, neither one of them was a match." Ara remembered from her high school biology class that children received their blood type from at least one of their parents.  But, since neither of her parents were a match, what did that mean? "Ara, Mave White is not your father." "WHAT?! You are wrong; he had to marry my mother because she got pregnant." "Ara, we believe that she was already pregnant when she met Mave." "Then who the hell is my father?"  Ara said as she felt the world fall around her. "Sebastian Morotti, Zachary Morotti’s son."  Nazario said. Ara thought about everything that Nazario had just told her.  Her mother had lied, not only to Mave, but to her as well. Why would she do that?  Why not tell this Sebastian guy that she was pregnant? Wait, Zachary Morotti…she knew that name.  Kane had told her that he was the boss of the rival crime family. "Nazario, why didn't my mother tell Sebastian that she was carrying his child? "Ara, Sebastian was married at the time." Ara thought about her mother having an affair with a married man.  How could she? What type of man must Sebastian be to cheat on his own wife?  Then she wondered if Zachary knew about her. "Does Zachary know about me?" "I don't know for sure, but if we got the information, I am sure he has it, too.  But that is not all; Sebastian has two sons, Kurtus and Simon." "I have two brothers?" "Yes, but, Ara, I am sad to say that I have only heard negative things about Kurtus. However, Simon has been quiet; I have never had any problems with him.  There’s more, though. Ara, Zachary has decided not to pass the family business over to Sebastian. Instead, he’s passing it over to the oldest grandchild. Ara...that would be you." Ara became very scared; what was going to happen to her.  What would it mean for her and Kane’s relationship? Then, as the questions were forming, one after another, a thought hit her.  She pulled her hand from Kane's and jumped to her feet. Tears quickly formed in her eyes and began to fall down her cheeks. "Please tell me that you didn't tell me you loved me just to get control of their family." Kane quickly jumped to his feet and stood in front of Ara.  He has sat through each revelation, waiting for the pieces to fall into place.  Once the question left Ara’s lips, he reached out, took her hand, and placed it over his heart. "This heart has, and always will, beat for you, Ara” Ara’s hand lay over his heart; the warmth of his body seeped into her flesh.  Looking up, her eyes met his, and she instantly remembered every touch, every kiss, and every word that had been said between them. The word that screamed in her head over and over again was TRUST.  She trusted him with her heart and soul. Ara reached up, put her hand behind his head, and pulled him down into her lips. Kane was shocked, at first, but quickly returned the kiss. Ara pulled back from his lips and said, with a determined conviction, "I trust you." "Fuck, baby, you had me scared there for a moment." "I'm sorry." "No, you have every right to be upset." Kane kissed her once again and then they sat down.  Ara looked to each member of her new family, and asked, "What do I do now?" "Ara, like I said earlier, I have put you under the protection of the Leone family.  By doing so, every member of this family will do everything possible to keep you safe.  Zachary may try to take you and force you take over the business, which would be difficult since you have no knowledge of the family business.  Zachary knows this, so he would probably arrange a marriage with a high ranking member of his family or a close family friend." "But I love Kane.  No, I won't marry anyone he picks." "But would you be willing to marry someone if it meant that it would keep you from Zachary's choices?"  Nazario asked. "But, who?"  Ara asked. Kane knew that it was his turn.  Getting down on one knee, he gently caressed her hand.  "Ara, I love you. I have told you I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.  I will keep you safe. I will always be there for you; I will love you until my last breath, please marry me." Ara was in shock.  Kneeling in front of her was the only person who ever loved her and here he was asking her to marry him.  Could she? Kane continued to caress her hand, praying that she would say yes.  His hands began to shake, something that never happened to him. Fuck, he could be looking down the barrel of a gun and not be scared or nervous, but this beautiful creature before him had that power with her silence. Hot salty tears began to fall from Ara’s big brown eyes. Her heart began beating with the speed of a hummingbird’s wings, her mouth suddenly became dry, and her lungs were crying for air, but, somewhere deep inside her, she gathered her strength. In a voice stronger than she could ever imagine, she spoke the two words that would change her life forever.  “I will.” For the first time in Kane’s adult life, tears formed in his eyes.  He would remember this moment for the rest of his life: the moment when Ara had agreed to be his wife.  Fuck, he was getting married. Bringing her hand up to his lips, he kissed each finger. “Fuck, baby, I am so happy.” Ara had to laugh at her foul mouthed fiancée.  Then, it hit her. “Shit, I’m getting married.” Kane leaned back on his heels and let out a loud belly laugh. Both Nazario and Rosa had tears in their eyes, because their son, their precious baby boy, was getting married to the woman that he loved.  Rosa reached over and grabbed Ara’s hand. “Ara, welcome to the family.” “Thank you.” “Nazario, we have a daughter.”  Rosa cried. Hearing Rosa call her ‘daughter’ caused Ara to cry, because, for the first time in her life, she had a father and mother who cared about her.  Nazario got up from his seat and kneeled beside Kane in front of Ara. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a cuff bracelet. It was platinum. In the middle was a black cameo, but, instead of a woman's face, it had a lion with a hand on the top and three trefoils at the bottom.  “Ara, each member of the Leone family has a piece of jewelry with our family crest on it. This one, my dear, is yours.” Ara pulled her hand from Rosa and extended her arm to Nazario, who placed the bracelet around her wrist.  “It’s so pretty. What does the symbol mean?” “The strength of the family is only as strong as the trust we have for one another.” “I will wear it with pride and joy.” “Rosa has a ring she wears on her right hand and Kane has a leather cuff he wears.  I have this pinky ring, which will be passed down to Kane when he takes over the family.  I also have a leather cuff, which I will begin to wear after he takes over.” “Ara, I want to take you to pick out your ring.”  Kane said. “No, Kane, whatever you get will be fine.”  Ara said, hoping he wouldn’t go overboard on it. “No, I want your opinion, because it will be on that lovely finger for all of eternity.” Ara couldn’t help but wonder who the hell would say no to that.  “Okay, but please don’t buy me the Hope Diamond.” “No fucking promises, every motherfucking asshole is going to know you are off the fucking market.” “Now, before you rush off to the jewelers, I want to let you know that, as of this very moment, you will have a member of the family with you at all times.”  Nazario said. “Who?”  Kane asked. “Erik.” Kane smiled; he knew that Erik would be the perfect choice for Ara.  “So he’s earned all his bones?” “Yes, I thought that, before you two leave, I would have him come over and start.  Then, on Monday night, we’d have the ceremony.” “That sounds good; I would like to get home early today, because Ara and I have plans tonight.”  Kane said with a smirk. Nazario looked at his son’s face.  Once he saw the smirk on his face, he knew those plans included his playroom.  “Rosa and I have plans also, so I will go call him now.” Kane got off his knees and sat down beside Ara, holding her hand and enjoying the moment.   Damn, he thought , this was going get ugly with Zachary, but fuck him, he can’t have her. Nazario walked back into the room and had a seat.  “Erik will be here in about an hour. Now, we need to discuss the wedding.  Ara, dear, I know it would be wonderful to spend months planning, but I think the sooner, the better.  Zachary is going to be mad, and I am afraid he would try something.” “Dad, what about Sebastian or, hell, Kurtus?  They are not going to be happy to find out that Ara exists and that she is the oldest grandchild.” “What do you think we should do?”  Nazario asked. “Nazario, you said that Zachary and you had an understanding. What if you invited him to a meeting and let him know that Kane and I have decided to wed?  This way he is informed before he hears it from someone else or reads about it. I am his granddaughter, but he needs to hear that I am not being forced into this wedding.” Nazario looked at Kane; Ara made a good point.  Maybe Zachary would take the news better if it came from him.  Shit, she is smart and he knew that, with the right training, she could make a good Donna.  Fuck, she and Kane will make one hell of a team. "Ara, would you like to meet Zachary, if he requests it?"  Nazario asked. Ara thought about it.  He was her grandfather, but she did not want anything to do with the criminal activities.  Shit, was that a double standard? She was okay with the Leones running guns, and being hit men, but not what her grandfather's family did.  Drugs were a definite no, too many lives are destroyed by them, and human trafficking was wrong on so many levels. However, somewhere deep inside, she wanted to meet him. "Yes, but not alone.  I would need Kane with me." Kane did not like the idea of Ara meeting Zachary, but he also knew she had questions that only he could answer.  Hearing that she would not meet Zachary without him by her side, made him feel better. "I would never leave your side, if it is something you want to do.  Dad, what do you think?" "I think Ara has a good idea; maybe we can talk to Zachary and make him see that you and Ara are a great team.  Zachary has always been very level headed, but my main concern Sebastian and Kurtus and their reactions. Kurtus has been biding his time until Zachary decided to turn over the reins.  But, now that Ara is the oldest grandchild, I don't know if that is going to happen." "Nazario, I could never be a part of the type of business they conduct.  I find it disgusting and vile." "But you are okay with what we do?"  Nazario questioned. "Surprisingly, it doesn't bother me." Nazario smirked; damn, she was one fascinating young woman.  Kane was going to have his hands full with her, much he did with his lovely Rosa. "Well then, let me call Zachary."  Nazario pulled out his phone and dialed Zachary’s private cell number. "Hello, Nazario."  Zachary answered. "Hello, Zachary.  I would like to meet with you if possible." "Really, about what?" "Zachary, we know about Ara's heritage." "Okay, when and where?" "The sooner, the better; you are welcome in my home.  I will guarantee your safety." Nazario looked at the clock. It was 10:00, and he knew Kane would want a diamond on Ara's hand before meeting with him. “How about twelve thirty?" "Fine, I will be bringing Tony." "Not a problem; we will see you then."  Nazario hung up and placed the phone back in his pocket.  "He is bringing Tony. Kane, I think you should call Uriel, and have him here as well." Kane pulled his phone from his pocket and called Uriel telling him to be at Nazario’s house at twelve fifteen.  As soon as he had finished talking to Uriel, Maggie brought in Erik. "Erik, it’s so good to see you."  Rosa said, giving him a hug. Erik, the kind, good hearted man who loved life, picked up Rosa and hugged her in a big bear hug. "Erik, put me down." Erik chuckled and placed the woman he considered a second mom back down on her feet. "Erik, glad you could make it so soon.  I have something I want to talk to you about, but first I want you to meet someone.  Erik this is Ara; Ara this is Erik." "Glad to meet you, little lady…damn…you're hot." "Erik, shut your fucking mouth; you're talking about my fiancée."  Kane barked. Erik whipped his head around and stared at Kane.  "When the fuck did that happen?" "This morning.  Anyway, sit down; we have some business to discuss." "Erik, you have done a great job with everything we have asked you to do, so Monday you will be a made man."  Nazario said. "REALLY?! Thank you, thank you.  I promise to make you proud." Erik said. "I have all the trust in the world that you will.  As of this moment, you are Ara's bodyguard. Whenever she leaves the home she and Kane share, you will go with her.  She is working at Leone Towers with Kane and me." "Is there a threat I need to be aware of?" "We will be discussing that after a meeting this afternoon, but your main concern is to protect her with your life."  Nazario said. "I will."  Erik said. "Great.  Kane and Ara are getting ready to leave to do a little shopping, so get to it." Kane and Ara said their goodbyes to Nazario and Rosa and went out the front door to find Ben by the car waiting for them.  Kane assisted Ara in the car and turned to Ben. "Ben, make sure you have your weapon handy at all times.  Also Erik will be Ara's bodyguard from now on." "I understand. It is loaded and ready."  Ben said. Kane turned and looked into Erik’s eyes with a deadly serious look.  "She is my life." "I understand, Kane; I won't let you down." "Great, Ben take us to Valdo's." Kane got in the back with Ara, while Erik rode in the front with Ben.  They sped to the jeweler, whose family had made rings for the Leone family for generations.  Kane knew that Valdo would have the type of ring that Ara deserved on her finger. They pulled up in front of Valdo’s Jewelry; the outside of the building was dark red brick with the wood trim painted in a soft butter cream.  Two lead glass lights flanked the large and ornate wood door. Kane opened the door for Ara and walked into the store.  The walls of the store were a warm golden color, with a deep chocolate brown accent stripe down the middle, in which glass alcoves held displays of beautiful jewelry.  A large gold chandelier hung from the ceiling and the floors were covered in a medallion pattern carpet in the same dark brown and gold. The counters were dark lacquer brown and the chairs were in soft gold color. "Kane Leone, so good to see you," Valdo said walking towards Kane and Ara. "Valdo, it has been too long.  How is your father?" "Well; he’s enjoying retirement and how is your family?" "Very good, actually, they are on cloud nine."  Kane said, wrapping his arm around Ara’s waist and pulling her close.  "I would like you to meet my fiancée, Ara White." Valdo eyes grew wide.  "To be married?" "Yes, now we need a ring to go on her beautiful finger." "Sure, do you have anything in mind?" "No."  Kane said leaning close to Valdo and whispered to him.  "Bring out everything…except for those below five carats." Valdo nodded then went into the back room and pulled the best rings he had.  The Leone family were great customers, and he knew they only bought the best. If this was Kane Leone’s fiancée’s ring, so many people would see it, which would lead to more sales.  After selecting the best he had, he returned to the showroom and laid his selections down on the black felt cloth. Ara looked down at the black felt.  There laid the most gorgeous rings she had ever seen.  The first was a large round diamond with sapphires around it, but it was not the one.  Next was a pear shape diamond, but it was too big and was not her style, but the third one was it .  It was a large emerald cut diamond surrounded by diamonds and the band had diamonds all along the side. Kane watched as Ara rubbed the ring. As he looked at her face, he knew that that was the one. "Is that it, my love, the ring that will be on your finger for all eternity?" "Yes.  Oh Kane; it’s perfect." "Valdo, I believe we have found a ring." "Excellent, now, Miss White, let's see if it needs sizing."  Valdo said. "Actually, Valdo, let me do something."  Kane said. He stood from the chair and moved Ara's legs around, and then he dropped down on one knee and took Ara’s left hand.  Kissing the back of her hand, and then looking into her chocolate eyes, he declared, "I promise to love and take care of you until my last breath.  I know I will not be a perfect husband, because no one is, but I promise to always to strive to be the best that I can. I promise to keep my vows and to never stray from them.  Ara, will you marry me?" Ara was so overcome with emotion she could not even speak, so she nodded her head. Kane took the ring and slipped it onto her delicate finger.  It was as if the ring had been made for her finger alone, it fit like a glove.  It was not too big, nor was it too small; it was just right. "Valdo, please send me the bill."  Kane said while standing before helping Ara to her feet. "Certainly; I will make sure to have the wedding bands ready for your next visit." "Actually go ahead and put them on the bill, too; we will be taking them now, as well." Valdo hurried to the back and collected the wedding ring that matched Ara’s engagement ring and a platinum band for Kane.  He returned to the showroom and showed the couple the rings. They were happy with them. Kane tried on the band and it, too, fit perfectly.  Valdo put the rings in their boxes and handed them to Kane. Kane and Ara walked out the door to find Erik and Ben standing guard.  They were quickly put into the car and were on the way back to Nazario and Rosa’s to meet Zachary. "Kane, what do you think Zachary is going to say?" "I don't know.  In the past, he has always been trustworthy and honest with us.  He has never infringed on our business, and, of course, we have never infringed on his.  However, Sebastian has tried on several occasions to steal from us and Nazario has had to call Zachary.  But that was business; this is totally different it's about his family.” "But I don't want to be a part of his family." "I know, Ara, but, unfortunately, you are, and we have to make him see that, no matter what, we are going to be together." "You don't think he would hurt you to get to me?" "No, I don't think so." "Kane, I couldn't bear it if something happened to you because of me." "Ara, I will be fine.  Don't worry; we will work this out together."  Kane said before kissing Ara sweetly. Quickly they arrived back at the house and, once again, sat in the den.  At twelve fifteen, Uriel arrived and sat down with everyone. "Ara, it’s good to see you."  Uriel said. "Same here; how is Katrina?" "She is great; we should have her spring collection of clothes moved by this weekend, and we will move the rest next week." "Spring collection?"  Nazario asked. "Nazario, Katrina has an extensive clothes collection.  She has them put in groups." Nazario laughed.  "We must have you two over for dinner soon." "We would love it." "Now to the business at hand, Kane, why don't you tell Uriel what is going on?" Kane nodded, knowing his father was preparing him since he would soon be taking over.  "Uriel, Ara and I are getting married." Uriel shook his head; he knew he didn’t hear Kane say he was getting married to Ara.  "What did you say again?" "Ara and I are engaged." Uriel was shocked.  Kane had only met Ara a few days ago and now they were getting married.  He looked into Kane's eyes; in them he saw the love that he had for Ara. And then he looked at Ara; she was glowing.  He had never seen her smile this large; her eyes were also filled with love. Shit, Kane Leone was getting married. "Congratulations, I am very happy for you." "Thank you Uriel, now, I need my capo."  Kane said seriously. "We have found out that Ara is Zachary Morotti’s granddaughter." "What the fuck?" "Yes and he is on the way here now to talk about it." "I’ve got your back." "Also, as of today, Erik is Ara's bodyguard.  We are having a ceremony on Monday evening to make him a made man." Then, in the background, they heard the doorbell ring.  It was time to put on their game faces. "Uriel, please see Zachary and Tony in."  Kane said. He led Ara over to the front of the couch and took the position on her right, while Rosa took the position on her left. Nazario stood by the chair in front of the couch and Erik stood behind the chair. The front door opened and Zachary came face to face with a tall, dark haired man with piercing blue eyes.  Zachary could tell by the way he held himself, that he was a very dangerous. Zachary surmised that this must be Kane's capo, Uriel Brookshire. Kane had made a very good choice in this man.  "Welcome, please follow me." Uriel said in a cold, even tone of voice. They arrived at the den and Zachary saw his granddaughter.  She was even more beautiful than he remembered, so much like his own mother at Ara’s age. "Welcome to our home, Zachary."  Nazario said. "Please have a seat and we will get started." "Thank you for having me."  Zachary said, sitting in the chair on the other end of the fireplace, while Tony took his position behind him. "Zachary, we know that Ara is your granddaughter, but I wanted to let you know that I've put her under our family’s protection." "Excuse me, but she is my granddaughter."  Zachary said sternly. "That may be, but she has become very important to the family, so it is within my right to do so."  Nazario stated clearly in a don't fuck with me tone. "SHE IS A MOROTTI!"  Zachary yelled. "SHE IS MY FINACÉE!"  Kane yelled, standing up and looking dead into Zachary's eyes. "WHAT?" Kane smirked.  "We are getting married." Zachary stood and reached for his gun and, in doing so, caused everyone in the room who had a gun to pull theirs out to aim at each other’s enemy.  Ara looked around the room. When she saw all of the guns, she became afraid that someone she loved would be hurt because of her and she couldn't have that.  Standing up, she laid her hand on Kane's arm and looked over pleadingly to Zachary. "Grandfather," Ara said, trying to calm him down by using the name she was sure he wanted to hear from her lips.  Truth be told, she was not ready to call him family; there were too many years of lingering pain, but, maybe, over time, he might gain her trust, and one day she would call him Grandfather from her heart. "Please don't do this.  I love Kane with all that I am, and I intend to spend the rest of my life as his wife." Ara said, standing tall and proud. "But you're my granddaughter, my oldest grandchild.  It is you who will be the next leader of our family." "But I don't know you.  However, I do know is that I want no part in the family business." "But you will be marrying into a crime family; hell, Kane will be the Don soon.  So what is the difference?" "The difference is I want no part in the business of drugs, human trafficking, or prostitution.  Yes, the Leone's also commit illegal activities, but at least they don't ruin people's lives with every transaction.  And they love me. For the first time in my entire life, I finally have a family and I am loved." Zachary was taken aback by Ara’s statement.  What did she mean loved for the first time? Had Luna really never shown this beautiful young woman love?  Then he looked at the couple before him and realized that Kane and Ara truly loved each other. Fuck, what was he going to do?  If he hurt Kane, it would hurt Ara and if he allowed Ara to remain with Kane, what would that mean for the future of the Morotti family? Then Zachary had a wild idea, but he needed a few answers.  He lowered his gun and then holstered it. He turned and nodded to Tony to do the same.  Tony lowered his gun and put it back in its holster. The Leones, after seeing Zachary and Tony put away their guns, did the same and waited to see what would happen next. Zachary sat back down and so did everyone else.  He glanced to Nazario and asked, “I need some answers to some important questions.  Are you prepared to provide me answers?” Nazario pondered Zachary’s request, knowing that he had the Don in a precarious position, he acquiesced.  “You may ask, and I may or may not answer.” Zachary nodded and asked his first question. "When is Kane to assume control of your family?" "On his wedding day."  Nazario said. "And when is that?" "We have not discussed it yet, but I believe it will be very soon, why?" Zachary looked over at Kane Leone.  He knew he was going to a very good Don.  He was intelligent, disciplined, fearless, and deeply cared for his family.  All of which were qualities of a great Don. Then there was his precious granddaughter, who he had learned was intelligent, hardworking, loyal, strong, when need be, and obviously loved her new family.  As he examined Kane and Ara, he thought of the members of his own family. He knew that Sebastian was an evil man. It broke his wife's heart every time she heard or saw the disgusting things he was capable of doing.  Then his eldest grandson, Kurtus, was so much like his father. He was cruel, cold hearted, and only cared about himself. If Kurtus were permitted to run the family, it would be run straight into the ground. Moreover, his other grandson Simon, was kind hearted, but did not have the qualities needed to be the leader of the Morotti.  So what was he going to do? Then, it hit him. "Ara, I want to retire and step down as the Don of the Morotti family.  I need you as my predecessor to become the Donna of our family." Ara looked at the man who was her grandfather in name only.  She could see the position he was in, and although she felt some twinge of familial connection to him, she knew her answer before he asked the question.  "Grandfather, I thank you for your obvious confidence in my abilities, but for the reasons I previously stated, I must decline your offer.” "Ara, allow me explain this more succinctly; once you assume leadership of the family, you will be in the position to rule the business aspects as you see fit.  All decisions in the direction and manner of the family business will be yours to control.” "You do not understand my position, Grandfather.  I will be the wife of Don Kane Leone, leader of the Leone family.  My loyalty in all things is to the Leone family, but, more importantly, to Kane.  This is my vow, as important and significant as those of matrimony. I will never leave Kane’s side.” “Ara, I would not ask of you to separate yourself from those you have chosen to love, and who have chosen to love you.  Had you met our family first, things may have been different. But hindsight is of no consequence in this situation." Zachary said, and then took a deep cleansing breath in and out.  "I am asking you and Kane to run the Morotti family together with the Leone family." Nazario could not believe what he just heard; he looked around the room at the shock on everyone’s face, and realized that he had indeed heard what he thought Zachary Morotti had just said.  Zachary Morotti was willing to merge the Morotti family with the Leone family. Fuck, this was huge. If Kane and Ara agreed to this, they would be the most powerful couple in organized crime on the West Coast, hell, maybe in the whole country.  Looking over at Kane and Ara, he could see just that: Kane and Ara, Don and Donna of the Leone/Morotti crime families. A new reign was beginning and it was going be marvelous. Chapter 14   Ara could not believe that Zachary wanted Kane and her to run both families.  Shit, she knew nothing about running a crime family. How the hell was this going to work? "Zachary, I know nothing about how to run a crime family."  Ara admitted. "Ara, don’t you have an MBA?"  Zachary asked.   "Yes, but there was never a class titled ‘How to Run an Illegal Business 101’." "Smart-ass, I like it."  Zachary smirked. "Running the family business is not much different than a regular business.  However, anything you need to know differently, I am sure that Kane, Nazario, or I would be glad to help." "Zachary, why do you want to do this?"  Kane questioned. He wondered why Zachary Morotti would be willing to turn over the reins of his self-made empire to a rival family, much less to a person whose only knowledge of business was learned in the classroom.  Fuck, it was not like Ara couldn't learn, because he knew she could, but why? "Kane, I am getting tired.  As you know, running the family is very time consuming, and, unlike Nazario, I have not had the luxury of having a son or, fuck, even a grandson I could trust to help me.  I have been worried for years about what was going to happen to the family when I turned it over to Kurtus." "I have heard about him, but have yet to meet him."  Kane said. Zachary was suddenly confused.  He had been told that Kurtus had had a confrontation with Kane at Diamond Knotts after he attacked Ara.  This was another reason why Zachary was upset with his grandson. "But, Kane, you have." "Not that I remember." "Shit, I bet he didn't use his real last name when registering."  Zachary said. "What do you mean ‘real last name’?"  Kane questioned. "Kurtus Morotti is probably using his alias, Kurtus, or Kurt Elroy."   Kane jumped to his feet.  "ARE YOU FUCKING TELLING ME THAT KURTUS ELROY IS KURTUS MOROTTI?!"  Kane yelled. Turning quickly around, he looked Uriel in the eyes. "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU NOT KNOW?" Uriel was as shocked to learn the news as everyone else was. "Kane, I swear I had no idea.  His application checked out and he paid his dues in cash."  Uriel said. "Kane…was he the man who grabbed me?” When he didn’t say anything, Ara knew she had her answer.   “You mean my half-brother tried to...tried to...NO!"  Ara said as she struggled with the thought of her own blood touching her the way that he did.  The very thought turned her stomach. Kane turned back to Zachary with fire in his eyes.  His posture was stiffer, his shoulders were drawn back, and he even looked  bigger, his jawline was more angled. The man standing in his parents’ den was not their son, Kane, or Kane the Don, but rather Kane the Dominant Don.  "Zachary, Kurtus is a dead man." Kane said in a voice that would make the toughest of men quiver.   Zachary looked at Kane.  This was the type of man he had hoped his son or his grandson would be, but, at the same time,  this man was telling him that he was going to kill his own flesh and blood. "Kane, I can't let you do that."  Zachary said strongly. "Well, if you want Ara and me to take over, you won't have any say over it.  That fucker touched her." Kane said, pointing at Ara. "He held her so hard that she screamed out in pain and then the motherfucker bit her neck and left a mark." Zachary face softened as he looked over at his granddaughter.  "I am sorry for what he did to you." Ara nodded, accepting his apology. "Zachary, what would you have done if it was someone else and you had seen that happen?"  Nazario said as he stood up. "I would have killed him in a second." "Well, you are just lucky that Kane has so much restraint." "Yes." "Zachary, I know this is hard for you; shit, I can't even imagine, but we have all taken oaths to protect the family, even from our own.  I hate to say this, but Kurtus is going to go ballistic when he finds out about Ara, even more so when he finds out about the merger, if Kane and Ara decided to go that route.  We are going to have to pull out all the stops to make sure he doesn't try to do something to either one…or worse…both of them." Nazario said. Zachary knew this; he just did not like it.  Fuck, what was he going to do about Kurtus? He also knew he was going to have problems with Sebastian.  Zachary had spent years and years of covering up both of their wrongdoings. Yes, even in a crime family there were certain things you didn't do.  Zachary often thought about what he did wrong with Sebastian, but he came to conclusion that some people were just evil, and his son was one of them. "I understand what you are saying, but you have to realize how hard this will be for me."  Zachary admitted. Kane continued to exude his Dominant persona.  "I won't do anything now, but if he makes one move toward Ara, he is a dead man." "Agreed."  Zachary said, putting out his hand to Kane. Kane shook Zachary’s hand; a deal had been made.  "Zachary, Ara and I will talk about merging the families and we will get back to you." "Make it quick; I want everything to be in place if you decide to agree to the merger.  I want it to take place after your wedding, when you receive the family from Nazario." "We will let you know."  Kane said. "Okay, I need to get going, but, may I say, even if it was a surprise, congratulations.  I can think of no other man who will be able to take care of her like you will." "Thank you."  Kane said, turning and holding out his hand to Ara.  Ara took his hand and stood beside Kane. "I promise to love and protect her with my last breath." “Zachary, thank you."  Ara said. "Ara, I hope that one day I will earn your trust to call me Grandfather. I also hope that you will allow me to introduce you to your Grandmother.  She is going to just love you like I do, sweet child." Zachary said, as he walked over to Ara, and placed a kiss on her head. "Maybe someday."  Ara whispered. "Zachary, thank you for coming; I hope something can be worked out."  Nazario said. "Me, too."  Zachary said as he turned and walked out of the living room. Once Zachary and Tony were gone, Kane relaxed and pulled Ara into a hug, holding her tight, burying his face in her hair, and taking in her sweet smell.  "I love you." Ara, whose arms were wrapped around Kane’s waist, squeezed tighter.  Her hands brushed over the gun that he had in the back of his pants. This was going to be her life.  Yes, it would involve some illegal activity, but in the short time she spent with Kane and his family, she knew that she would be loved and cared for above all else.  She was going to have to step up and be strong, confident, and decisive if she and Kane decided on the path of joining the families. But, she wondered if she could be both a Donna and a submissive?  Being a submissive was in her nature, like the air she breathed, but being a Donna was something she never thought about. Zachary was right, she could run a business. If running the family business was truly was the same as a legal one, she knew she could do it well.  But she didn’t know if she could handle the guns and killing people part. Kane had felt Ara’s hand brush against his gun and wondered what she was thinking about.  Today had been a roller coaster of news for her and she took each hit with poise and dignity.  Even though he knew she was a natural submissive, he could sense the strong, intelligent Donna hiding within her.  He could teach her the ways of the family business and he was sure that Rosa would be more than happy to start training her on how to use a gun.  Ara holding a gun, Ara firing a gun; fuck, he was hard again.   "Baby, are you ready to get out of here?"  Kane whispered in her ear. Ara nodded, but still continued to cling to him.  He was her anchor, her strength, her soul, and she hoped that she could dig deep inside and be the woman that he needed beside him if they decided to become the next rulers of both families.  Giving him one more squeeze, she let go and stepped back. Kane quickly grabbed her hand and brought it up and kissed each of her fingers.  "Mom, Dad, we are going to go now. We will talk and we will let you know our answer." "Kane, Ara, I know this is a tough decision, but I think this could be a great thing for the family. But what has me worried are the reactions and subsequent actions of Sebastian and Kurtus." "It makes me worried, as well."  Kane said. Rosa came over, put her arms around Ara, and gave her a hug.  "I am so happy. We will get together soon and start planning this wedding; that is, if it is okay with you." "Oh, Rosa, I would love it." "Great, then soon." "Yes, Mom, soon, because I can't wait to marry her."  Kane smirked. Kane and Ara soon left to head back to the apartment.  Kane made plans with Erik to move into an apartment a floor below his.  Once back at the apartment, Ara noticed that Janetta was nowhere to be found. "Where is Janetta?" "She has the weekends off; my cute little submissive is going to be taking care of my needs from now on." Ara's eyes grew large and pupils dilated and she broke out in a sweat. Fuck, this was what she had been searching and waiting for so long, and now, the time had finally come. "Yes, Sir." Kane looked at his watch.  "Okay, my sweet, it is four o'clock; I want you to take a shower, leave your hair down, don’t put on any makeup, and be in only a pair of panties and  in your waiting position outside my playroom door at five o'clock on the dot. For every minute that you are late, I will spank you for each minute, and it will be for punishment, not for pleasure.  Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, Sir." "Good, then get going, my sweet." Ara rushed up the stairs and, instead of going into the bedroom she shared with Kane, she headed to the submissive bedroom.   Kane had explained that it would be a good idea to get ready for playtime in this room to help get her into her submissive mindset.  She quickly went into the bathroom and began to get ready, per Kane’s specifications. While she was in the shower, she wondered what kind of scene he would do.  Thinking of the many different scenarios made her even more nervous than she was before. What if he was disappointed with her performance in the playroom? Getting out of the shower, she made sure she was free of body hair, silently thanking Katrina for taking her to the spa earlier in the week.  After finishing drying her hair, she went into the room to find that Kane had left a pair of white lace panties on the bed for her. Pulling the panties up, she checked the time. She still had another ten minutes. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she began to clear her mind of all outside thoughts and began to drift into her submissive mindset.  She was Kane's submissive; she trusted him, and knew that he was in complete control of her body, mind, and soul. Taking a few deep cleansing breaths, Ara stood with her back straight, and walked to the playroom door. Finding a mat, she lowered herself down to her knees, legs wide apart, head down, and her hands behind her back, as she waited patiently for her Master.   While Ara was getting ready, Kane headed to the playroom to set up the scene he’d planned.  Tonight was going to be about feeling. He made sure he had everything he needed laid out, and then turned to look around the room.  While most Dominants liked a dungeon-like room, he liked having windows to allow the natural light to shine in. The last thing he prepared was the music for the section.   Once everything was perfect, Kane stood in the middle of the room and began slipping into his Dominant persona; he began clearing his mind of all outside thoughts and concentrating on his submissive.   Then, he began chanting the three words that he lived by in his Dominant life: Confidence, Control , Sensitivity…Confidence, Control, Sensitivity... Picking up the leather collar he was going to use until he collared his little pet permanently, he walked out of the room to find her waiting. As he rubbed her head with his hand, he asked, “Why do you come here?” Ara remained silent, waiting for permission to speak. “Very good, my pet, you may speak.” “To be pleasing to my Sir.” “Come with me.”  Kane said, offering his hand to Ara.   He helped her to her feet and led her into the playroom, her eyes remained downcast. They stopped in the middle of the room where he placed another mat.  “On your knees.” Ara dropped to her knees and continued to hold her head down. Kane walked around Ara, slowly running his finger lightly over her shoulders down her arm and over her nipples.  Taking his finger, he raised her face to look into her eyes. “Do you remember your safe words? You may speak.” “Yes, Sir.  This girl knows her safe words.” “Good, now I want you to see my prized possession; he wants you all the time.”  Kane said, ripping open the buttons on his jeans.   Placing his hand down his pants, he stroked his hard cock while never taking his eyes off Ara.  He saw her pupils dilate, and her breathing shallow and quicken as her skin broke out in goosebumps.  Ah, his little pet wanted his cock. “Do you want it?”   Ara nodded. “Then take it out and give it a lick.” Ara, with a shaky hand, reached for his jeans and pulled them down his legs, leaving him in his boxer briefs.  Grabbing the top of the boxers, she pulled them down until his hard thick cock bounced out. Then, she leaned forward and took a lick from base to tip.  Yum. As she reached to take his cock in her hands, Kane stepped back.   “Did I tell you to touch it?”  Kane asked. “No, Sir.” Ara whispered, hanging her head in a downward position. “Did I give you permission to speak?” Shit, shit, shit …Ara thought.  Shaking her head no, she settled back and tried to calm down. “For that, my pet, ten licks with my favorite paddle before we start.  Up and over to the bench.” Ara got to her feet and walked over to the bench and laid face down. Kane hadn’t wanted to start with a punishment, but he needed to start their relationship by being consistent and that meant ensuring Ara followed his commands.  Walking over to the wall, he pulled off his favorite paddle; it was long and narrow with holes about three inches apart. When he arrived back at the bench, he laid the paddle in front of Ara’s face.   “I will give you six warm up spanks with my hand, and then you will receive ten with the paddle.  You will count each one and say ‘Thank you, Sir’, after each hit. Do you understand?” Ara remained quiet. “I see you have learned from your mistake; you may answer.” “Yes, Sir, this girl understands.” Kane walked around to the back of the bench and pulled down Ara’s tiny white panties down her smooth milky white legs, leaving her round, lush ass ready for his hand.  Raising his hand, he hit the left ass check, causing Ara to jump and put her hand down to cover her ass.   “Don't fucking do that,”  Kane said. “If you can’t remain still, I will have to bind you.” Kane walked over the cabinet and grabbed a white bundle of rope.  As he walked back to the bench, he began to bind Ara’s hands and forearms together in a special knot pattern.   After checking to make sure it was not too tight, he leaned over and whispered into Ara’s ear.  “Now don’t move, or I will tie you to the bench.” Tears formed in Ara’s eyes; shit, she was screwing up big time.   Fuck, she wondered why she couldn’t get simple commands right.  She closed her eyes and, in the silence, she remembered reading a submissive’s prayer from Rosa’s book by an unknown author.  Part of it read: Allow me the peace of serving Him. For it is my greatest wish, my highest power to make His life complete, as He makes mine. Ara was in Kane's playroom to serve him.  This was the place that she had dreamed of, and studied about for so long. She knew she needed to calm her inner turmoil and submit to Him. After binding Ara, Kane stood back and allowed Ara a few moments to calm down. When he saw that she had stopped crying, and the tension in her shoulders had eased, he went back to his position and began spanking her again.  Ara didn't flinch and counted each slap in a clear, strong voice. Rubbing his hand over her ass cheeks, which were now a beautiful shade of pink, he said,  "Now, ten with paddle; remember to count and thank me for each one." Kane raised the paddle and began the punishment. The first few hits were soft, but by the time he got to ten, Ara's ass was a nice shade of red.  Kane went up to Ara's face, which was also red and tear stained, and rubbed the tears away from her cheeks. "You did so well, my pet. I am so proud of you.  You may respond." "Thank you, Sir.  This girl is so sorry." "It is all in the past."  Kane confirmed. "Are you okay to continue?" "Yes, Sir." Kane helped Ara off the bench and back over to the mat.  Then, he brought over the collar he would use for this session. He attached it around her neck.   While it looked fucking amazing, it was nothing compared to the one he had in mind for her permanent collar.  He slipped off his boxers and stood in front of Ara's face, his cock hard leaking ready for his pet to suck him off.  "Suck me off." Ara face broke out in a huge smile.  She leaned up, opened her mouth, and took Kane's cock into her mouth.  Twirling her tongue around the tip and hollowing her cheeks, she sucked hard.  The more she sucked, the wetter and more aroused she became.   "Oh, baby, you are doing so good.  Fuck… so good." Hearing that Kane was enjoying what she was doing, she continued sucking and licking.  Then, she suddenly remembered a tip that she had read; she began to relax her throat and sucked Kane’s cock deeper down her throat.  The first attempt, she coughed, and felt like she was choking. "Breathe through your nose."  Kane moaned. "Take all of me in." Ara tried again and breathed through her nose; this time she was able to deep throat his massive cock. Kane knew it wouldn't be long before he was going to cum.  "Swallow all I give you!" Kane commanded, and then came so hard he thought his knees would give out.  Fuck, she was good. After swallowing and licking up all of Kane’s cum, Ara sat back on her heels and licked her lips, like a cat licking its paws after lunch. "Oh, my pet, you enjoyed that, didn’t you?" Ara nodded enthusiastically. "Are you are okay?  Are the ropes too tight?  You may answer." "This girl is fine, Sir.  The ropes are heaven." Ara moaned, so content with the feel of the ropes cutting into her skin.   "Okay, let's begin.  Remember your safe words and stand."  Kane said, helping her to her feet. Kane went over and picked up the blindfold, and placed it over Ara's eyes.  Taking a step back, he admired the submissive before him, blindfolded and naked, except for those tiny white panties.  Grabbing the edge of the panties, he ripped them off of her. "Come with me."   Kane took her hand and led her over to the bench.  Grabbing her waist, he sat her on the bench and removed the ropes from her arms.  Kane smiled at the rope imprints that remained. "Lay back." Ara laid back and felt the cool leather pad on the bench.  The coolness of the leather actually provided comfort to her sore butt cheeks.  Kane lifted her legs and placed them in stirrups at the end. She listened as Kane walked across the floor, then a slow sensual beat began to play from speakers somewhere in the room. After starting the music, Kane brought over the tray with all the tools and toys he had selected for this session.  Picking up the remote bullet, he rubbed his fingers over her folds. She was soaking wet; his little pet was having fun.  He looked up as he continued to rub and caress her pussy, Ara was biting her lip so she would not cry out. Inserting the bullet in her hot wet pussy, Kane turned it on to the lowest setting.  Walking up to her head, taking her head into his arms he whispered. "You are allowed to talk and make as much noise as you want, but you are not allowed to cum until I tell you. Do you understand, pet?"   "Oh, yes, Sir." "Good girl." Kane went back to foot of bench and with a single fingertip he traced up her leg, to her thigh, along the outer edge of her pussy mound, up her stomach, to her breasts, over her nipples, up her neck, and, finally, over her lips.   Ara moaned at each touch. When he didn't touch her where she wanted it most, she almost cried out to touch it, but he was in control. Kane picked up the feather. Like his finger, it followed the same path.  Ara’s breathing picked up. Kane knew it was time to step it up. Picking up an ice cube, Kane switched the bullet to the next setting and Ara’a hips lifted off the bench.  Smirking, Kane took an ice cube and rubbed over Ara's hardened nipples. "Ahh....Sir, so good." "Just feel, my pet." He rubbed the ice cube over and over her nipples, then trailed it down her flat stomach, over her cute belly button, and, finally, over the lips of her sweet pussy.   "FUCK.....Please, Sir, this girl needs to cum."  Ara whined. "No, my pet.  Not yet." Ara huffed and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. Kane saw the pout and smirked; she was so fucking cute.   He then picked up his favorite riding crop, which was black and had the word ‘Boss’ printed on it.  Turning up the bullet once more, he brought the crop down on the side of Ara’s left breast.   "Ahh...fuck, fuck."  Ara moaned. Kane continued to slap the sides of her breasts before finally smacking lastly her pussy. "Please, please, please, Sir, let this girl cum.  She can't… Fuck" "Hold on pet, don't cum." Ara knew she was on the brink of cumming.  The vibrations from inside of her, along with Kane slapping her with a crop were almost too much.  When he stopped, she tried not the think about the vibration. Then she felt the pinching feel of a wheel cutting into her skin.  Fuck, a Wartenberg wheel. He ran it up over her breasts, over her nipples, down her stomach, and over her mound. Fuck, it hurt, but, at the same time, felt so good.  It was pleasure from pain.   "You are doing so well, my pet." Kane laid the wheel down and picked up the flogger; he was not going to use his usual amount of pressure, because he knew she was close to cumming, and he really wanted her to end this session by having to punish her for cumming without permission.  He’d rather reward her with the most intense orgasm she’d had to date. It would give his pet a boost to her self-esteem. Bringing the flogger up, he lightly hit her breasts, stomach, and mound. Ara was breathing hard, a light sheen of sweat glistened over her body.  She was so beautiful. His cock was, once again, hard and waiting to be buried deep in its home. Picking up the last toy, an ice-cold glass dildo, Kane pushed the setting on the bullet to the highest level. "Please, Sir, this girl needs to cum..." "NOT YET!"  Kane demanded, as he rubbed the ice-cold dilldo over her nipples, causing her arch her back far off the bench.  Reaching down, he pulled the bullet from her pussy and pushed the glass dildo inside.   "CUM FOR ME…NOW!" "YES!!!!"  Ara screamed at the top of lungs; she came harder than she ever had.  She did not even realize that she had squirted her orgasm. It was so intense that she was almost numb. Kane pulled the glass dilldo out and pulled Ara up and carried her over to a chair, before he got down onto his knees and buried his face into her pussy.  He began licking, sucking, and biting over and over again.   "Sir, this girl needs to cum again." Leaning up and looking up at her face "Then fucking cum."  Kane smirked and bit down on her clit, causing her to cum again.  Kane was in heaven as he lapped up the wonder juice that was purely Ara.  After rubbing his fingers across her folds, he brought them up to her mouth.  "Open and taste what I, fuck, want to live off of for the rest of my life."   Ara opened her mouth and Kane placed his fingers in her mouth.  Her taste was tangier than his, but, as much as Kane wanted to live off her, she wanted to live off him. Kane removed the blindfold, lifted her once again, pushed her up against the wall, and thrust his rock hard cock deep inside of her.  "Fuck, my pet, so fucking good." He thrust repeatedly. "Harder!"  Ara cried. "Fuck yeah!"  Kane said, as he thrust harder into his pussy.  He felt his impending orgasm; he reached down and pinched her clit.  "Cum on my cock."   "FUCK."  Ara said as her orgasm took over her for the third time in such a short while. After he felt the last bit of his cum leave his cock, he picked her up by her ass and carried her to the ensuite bathroom, and into the shower before turning on the rain head. "Session is over."  Kane said, removing the collar from her neck. Ara looked up at Kane; the smile on his face made her heart soar.  She had made it through their first session and he had a smile on his face. "You did so good; I am so fucking proud." "Really?" "Oh, Ara, you were everything and more than I ever knew I wanted in there." "Oh, Kane, thank you." "Now, let's get cleaned up and go talk about the session." They took their time washing, caressing, and just enjoying each other.  Kane checked Ara's ass and it had no bruising and was only a soft shade of pink.  Once out of the shower he kissed each cheek and applied some soothing cream. Wrapping towels around each other, they headed out of the room and down the hall to their bedroom.  Kane had Janetta come in and set up dinner. Normally, she would be gone for the entire weekend, but with all the drama today, there wasn’t any time to eat before the session, so this was the best he could do. Ara was surprised to see dinner set up in the room.  "Who did this?" "Janetta.  I know I told you she would be gone all weekend, and normally she would, but our time got cut short today, so I thought this would be nice." "It's wonderful.  Thank you." "Ara, when we are in this room, we are Kane and Ara.  Please speak freely, but you must always be respectful.  Let's talk about the session while we eat." They sat at the little table, ate, and talked about the session.   "What did you not like?" "The paddle; it hurt." "Well, it is supposed to, but you took it well." "I am sorry about..." "Ara."  Kane interrupted.  "It is over. I am not thinking about the mistake, and you should just remember not to do it again. Punishment is meant to be a tool for the physical and mental correction of a disobedience or a violation of rules." "I will." "Good.  Now what did you like most about the session?" Ara thought about the sex against the wall, Kane's cock in her mouth, Kane eating her pussy, but then realized what she loved most.  "You tying me up." "I knew it.  As soon as I did, your whole body relaxed.  So, you enjoy being tied up? You know that I am a master of Shibari and I usually do a demonstration at the club during Munch parties.  So would you be willing to assist me in performing next week at this particular party?" "Really, you don’t think it is too soon?" "Yes, I fucking can't wait to see you bound up tightly with my ropes." "Oh, Kane, yes, please."  Ara beamed. "Great, we will go over it later, but I think it would be fun, and you would enjoy it." "Now, onto serious business.  What do you think about Zachary’s proposal?" "I am scared." "Of what?" "That I won't be strong enough." Kane took her hand.  "Ara, you are so strong already.  I promise to be beside you every step of the way." "Do you think we should do it?"  Ara questioned. "I think it would be the best thing for both families.  We would not be enemies anymore, and if fucking Kurtus takes over the family, I’m worried about what he might do." "I can't believe he is my half-brother." "Don't think of him that way.  He is dead." "But Zachary..." "Fuck that; he signed his death warrant the minute he touched you." "Okay.  So we’re going to do it." "Yes.  You will the fucking sexiest Donna there ever was." Ara giggled and blushed. "Now let's go to bed."  Kane said, as he walked over to the bed, removed the towel around his waist and laid down.  Ara walked over to the end of the bed, removed her towel, and crawled up Kane's body, kissing along the way.   Aligning her pussy over Kane's cock, she slowly pushed herself down. This was not just making love; it was slowly connecting their bodies, their hearts, and their souls in a slow, sensual dance.  Kane flipped Ara over and he reconnected with her in a slow, almost ghost-like thrusts into her. Nothing else mattered, just them together forever.   Chapter 15   Kane sat up against the headboard of the bed.  Normally, after sex, he was out like a light, but now he couldn’t turn his mind off.  Looking over at Ara, who was currently passed out cold, he could not believe how lucky he was.  She was everything he ever needed, but didn’t know it. Fuck, she had done so well in his playroom and he was so proud to be her Dominant.  Yes, she did mess up, but, fuck, that was understandable. However, as soon as he corrected her and doled out the punishment, she did not do it again.  How the hell she held off her orgasm was a thing of beauty and he was ecstatic that he saw it. Hell, even a seasoned submissive with years of experience, would have cum before she did.  Fuck, just thinking about the way she loved being bound with ropes made him hard. Lifting up the sheet that covered her flawless ass, he saw that all signs of her punishment were gone. Yes, he had used his paddle, but the strike was softer than even an experienced submissive would have received.  Fuck, she could have been hurt if she tried to block his hand; that was why he needed to correct that problem and correct it fast.  He couldn't help himself, so he leaned over and kissed each of her ass cheeks softly. "Mmmm Kane." Kane smiled.  She was dreaming of him again. However, as special as the night had been, what was worrying him was the fact that she was in danger.  Fucking Sebastian Morotti had been nothing but trouble for years. What the fuck was he going to do when he found out that he had a daughter?  And, fuck, Kurtus Elroy, the motherfucking asshole that he almost shot is Sebastian’s son. How the fuck did Uriel miss that? Kurtus Elroy...Kurtus Morotti...Kurt Elroy....  Wait… Kurt. Kane carefully got up from the bed, so he would not wake Ara.  Walking over to the window that looking out over the city, he wondered if Kurt could be the same person as Kurtus Morotti. Fuck yes.  He walked back over to the bed, picked up his phone, and called Uriel. After several rings, he finally answered. "What, Boss?"  Uriel answered, out of breath. "What is wrong with you?" "Ah...Well."  Uriel stammered.  "My little girl was bad, so I needed to correct her, and, well, you know." "Okay, listen, sorry to interrupt, but have you found Wayland yet?" "No." "Well, I think I have figured out the Kurt guy." "Fuck, really? Who?" "Kurtus Morotti." "Shit, I didn't put that together, but you are probably right.  Fuck, another bullet for the asshole." "Yeah.  Well, find Wayland; I need to talk to him." "Sure thing, Boss.  Anything else?" "No.  However, Uriel, warn Katrina shit is about to get dangerous." "Okay.  Talk with you tomorrow." Kane hung up, sat down on the edge of the bed, and put his head between his hands.  Fuck, Sebastian and Kurtus both were dead men walking. He did not care what Zachary said, they need to go and go quickly. Then, suddenly, it hit him. He was not only going to be the Don of the Leone family, which he was trained for, and more than prepared to do, but the Don of the Morotti family.  His sweet, loving fiancée was also going to rule beside him as equals. He stopped and thought about how he felt about Ara as his equal, and how they were going to be ruling two crime families.  Did it bother him that Ara was going to be his equal in the crime world? For many years, Nazario had been preparing him to take over the family. He was honored and proud to be the next leader.  Now he would be sharing the role with Ara. His Ara. The only person who made him feel complete. She was the only person with whom he wanted to share his experiences. Shit, he couldn't wait for them to rise to rule over the families.  He would show and teach her everything she needed to know. "You touched the wrong person, you motherfucker."  Ara said, startling Kane. Kane walked over to her side of the bed and got down on his knees so he was eye level with her.  She was still asleep, but was definitely dreaming about something serious by the way her forehead was scrunched up; her lips had a mean looking pout. "Well, you messed with the wrong Leone this time. Say goodbye fucker."  She said in a low, menacing voice. Kane wondered who Ara was killing her dreams.  Fuck, she sounded hot. "I did it, Kane; Kurtus is dead." Holy shit, she was dreaming of killing Kurtus.  Then, a wicked smile came upon her cute pouty lips.  "Mmmm… Kane, I'm wet." Then he watched as she ran a delicate hand down her body and to her pussy.  "Taste." She moaned. Kane’s cock was hard and weeping to buried deep in Ara’s hot, wet pussy.  He reached out and began to run a hand lightly down her silky smooth skin.  With every stroke, the energy that flowed between them began to get stronger and stronger.  Leaning in closer, he began to place light kisses down her jaw, and along her exquisite neck, nibbling and sucking softly tasting the sweet, opulent skin. "Kane."  She moaned as she moved onto her back, but still did not wake. Taking her nipple in his mouth, he began to suck gently, rubbing his tongue around the rose-colored areola. He looked up at her face, her mouth was open, and she was moaning.  Then her eyelashes began to flutter. When she opened her eyes, she was staring down at him. Her pupils were dark with desire and lust. "More… please." Kane smirked and then took her other nipple in-between his fingers and rolled and pinched the hard tip as he continued to suck and bite the other.  Her back arched from the bed; she wanted, no, needed to be closer to him. Kane pulled his mouth from the nipple and began to lick and kiss his way down her stomach.  He stopped over the spot that one day would carry his child. Fuck, the thought of her round with his child, somehow made him even harder. "Kane, I need you inside of me."  She cried as she arched her hips. Kane continued to kiss down to her mound and took a large lick, tasting her sweet tangy essence.  He took her engorged clit between his lips, and sucked hard. Ara was gasping at his touch.  His touch, his mouth, his body were all driving her crazy with need. Kane sat back on his legs, took his hard cock in his hand, and began to pump it up and down as he continued his ministrations.  "Touch yourself for me." Ara bit her bottom lip and slid a hand down to her warm slick folds. "Yes."  She moaned as she rubbed herself. "Oh, baby, you are so hot." "Kane, I need, I need..." "What, my love?" "I need your cock inside me." "Well, hold on for a ride." He reached down, pulled her legs to wrap around his waist, and embedded himself deep inside of her. "Fuck, you feel so good."  Kane moaned as Ara grabbed his hair and pulled hard. Matching his fluid movements, Ara felt her orgasm building.  Her muscles tightened and quivered with the need to release. Then, she felt a frenzied explosion of exquisite sensation.  “KANE!" She screamed loudly. Kane moved her body so she was lying on her back on the bed and eased himself back into her. He’d never felt anything like this.  His whole being belonged to her until his last breath; he prayed that they would be together for a long time. "Harder, please."  Ara moaned. Fuck, she was perfect.  He thrust hard into her and she arched upwards to take all of him.  He continued to thrust into her. Soon, he felt his own orgasm building.  He needed her to cum again. Leaning back slightly, he reached down and pinched her swollen clit hard. "Cum for me… now!" "Fuck yes!"  She screamed, cumming at his command. As soon as he felt her pussy gripping his cock, he came, groaning in blissful agony. Collapsing on top of her, he began breathing hard, he groaned out, "Fuck, baby, I love you." Rubbing her hands up and down his back, she replied, "I love you." He rolled over, taking her with him in a loving embrace. After a few moments of just enjoying the connection, Ara rose up and looked at Kane. "Wow.  What was that all about?" Smiling one of his signature crooked smiles, he chuckled "Well, someone was having a dream and I needed to be a part of it.  So, who did you kill?" Ara thought for a second; shit, she was dreaming about killing someone.  She remembered the dream in vivid detail. She and Kane were at the new club when Kurtus walked in, and demanded that she give him his family back or he would kill Kane.  Before Kane could pull his gun, she pulled her own gun, and put a bullet between Kurtus’ eyes with the skill and precision of a seasoned assassin. "Kurtus." "Fuck." "He threatened you, so I just pulled my gun and shot him.  Kane, I did not even blink; I just did it. What does that mean?" Kane knew she was having a hard time with the idea of killing. She had a loving heart and an uncompromised conscience, but he knew she also had the strength and loyalty deep within her to protect her family.  He needed to start her training as soon as possible. "Ara, you were protecting your family and that was what was most important to you.  You saw the threat to me, and instinctually reacted to remove the threat. Our world is about protecting our family above all else.  I can guarantee that once Kurtus knows Zachary’s plans for his family, he is going to want to hurt or kill you or anyone close to you.  Ara, you have to promise me that, if by some chance, you are faced with a situation where you either kill or be killed, you will not hesitate to pull the trigger.  I can't live without you; you are my heart. I am weak where you are strong, and vice versa; you are everything to me." "I really do not want to be faced with that choice, but, Kane, for us, I will try." "Good, we will start your training tomorrow.  I was thinking about letting Mom train you with your gun." "Rosa?" "Oh, she is a very good shot.  Don't let her fool you. She might be the perfect society wife, gracious and accommodating, presenting an image of the prim and proper wife, but all that goes out the window if you threaten her family.  She carries her gun in her purse at all times and has guns hidden all over the house." "Has she ever killed anyone?" "Yes.  However, like I said, it was a kill or be killed situation.  Dad was so proud of her, because, like me, he could not live without her by his side.  So, are you willing to let mom teach you?" "I think I would like that.  I am sure I will learn a whole lot from her, based on your exultations of her skill." "And I will teach you about the business end.  I will have Uriel teach you hand to hand combat.  He is the best I have ever seen. He will be able to teach you self-defense." "I never would have suspected Uriel was an expert in hand to hand.  I thought he was just the manager of your club. I was shocked to find out he was a Dominant, let alone Katrina’s Dominant.  To learn this is a whole new ballgame." "He is my second in command, but, now, he is also yours.  He is your go to guy. Whatever you need, just ask Uriel.  With Uriel, you have trust, loyalty, and resourcefulness." "Okay." "Now let's get some sleep; tomorrow is going to be a big day.  We have to pick a date for the wedding and start planning." "I can't wait to marry you." "Same here.  In case you didn’t know, the wedding is going to be huge.  Not only will the entire Leone family be in attendance, but I am positive Zachary will want the Morotti family there and other rival families throughout the country will be in attendance." "But why?" "To show their respect.  Our marriage is the joining of two powerful families and they will be bending over backwards to show that they recognize the importance of this union.  And in the future, the joining of the two families." "So we will be viewed as an important couple?" "Ara, we will be most powerful crime couple in the United States." "Shit." "I know, but don't worry about that; let's just concentrate on you and me." "Now that, Sir, I can definitely do." "Good, now sleep, woman, you have wore me out." "Hey, I didn't wake you up." "Not this time.  Love you." Kane sighed. "Love you more." Pulling the covers over their naked bodies, they cuddled close, falling into a deep sleep wrapped in each other's arms.   Chapter 16   Zachary sat in his home office looking at the photos on his desk.  Claudia, his wife and the love of his life, who had stood beside him through the good times and the bad. She’d always been the model of what a Don’s wife should be.  They had wanted a large family with lots of kids, but his sweet Claudia was plagued with miscarriages after the birth of their son, Sebastian.  Finally, after their fifth miscarriage, the doctor warned that it was dangerous for her to attempt another pregnancy, so they decided to take preventative measures to ensure it.  Only Roaland, his right hand man, knew that he had a vasectomy. Zachary would do anything to protect his beloved Claudia. Zachary took the vows that he promised to Claudia to heart.  He had never, in the fifty-five years of marriage, broken them.  How could any man who had vowed to love, honor, and protect his wife break those vows over and over again?  Yes, many Dons had goomahs, but Zachary could never do that to his sweet wife. Next, he looked at the picture of his son, Sebastian. With a heavy heart, he knew that his own flesh and blood was a disgrace to him and to the family.  Where had he gone wrong? Both he and Claudia had loved and nurtured him, but the older he got, the more evil he had become.  Claudia has spent many a night crying over the actions of her son, wondering what she did wrong. Zachary has assured her over and over again, that it was not her.  He had numerous talks with Sebastian to find out why he continued to do the things he did, and he would just laugh in his father’s face, saying, “Because I can”. Zachary had hoped that once he married and settled down, that he would change his ways, but, again, he was wrong.  Sebastian and Portia had two boys. Their first born, Kurtus, was a carbon copy of his father in every way, evil and cruel. Then there was Simon, a sweet special boy. Early in life, you could tell that Simon was different from most children his age. His responses were delayed.  He liked to play alone, hated loud noises, and would never make direct eye contact with anyone except his mother. After many consultations and tests with different doctors, he was finally diagnosed as autistic. When Zachary decided that Sebastian was too sadistic and self-absorbed to be in control of the family, he had high hopes that maybe Kurtus would mature and develop into the type of Don whom Zachary would be proud to pass the family onto. But Kurtus had proven that he was as sadistic and vile in nature as his father, if not more so.     Nazario had been right in his assessment; any other man would have blown Kurtus’ head clean off of his shoulders for his treatment of Ara.  Ara, his sweet, loving granddaughter, who appeared to be the saving grace of the Morotti family. She seemed gifted with all the traits that he had hoped his son and grandson would have possessed. Zachary knew that there will be stiff opposition against the merging of the Morotti and Leone families, but he also knew that he would do everything necessary to make them see that this young woman, his granddaughter, was the best hope for the future of this family.  With this union, and Zachary and Nazario’s support, Kane and Arabella Leone would usher the families into a new era. Times were changing; even though there was great money in drugs and trafficking women, he had lost heart in it. Shit, he was getting old and soft. It was time to surrender the control of the family. "Zachary, dear, what is wrong?"  Claudia said, walking into the room. Zachary stood and walked over to her, wrapping his arms tightly around his love.  He needed to tell her about Ara. "Claudia, we need to talk my love. I need to tell you something that will be shocking, yet wonderful.  Come, let's sit down." Sitting down on the sofa that was in his office, he turned towards his wife, taking her hands in his.  "A few days ago, I ran into Nazario Leone and his family at the Pink Door." "Oh, how are they?"  Claudia asked. She had always thought highly of the Leone family. "Very well, darling, very well, their son is getting ready to take over soon." "Oh, how wonderful." "Yes, but there was also a beautiful young woman with them.  She is Kane's fiancée." "Really? Rosa must be so excited! Who is the young lady? Anyone we know?" "Her name is Arabella White."  Zachary said, taking in a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to tell Claudia.  "Claudia, what I am about to say will be a shock, but please hear me out." "What is it, Zachary?" "Claudia, about twenty five years ago I walked in on Sebastian and one of the neighborhood girls.  I thought he was taking advantage of her, but I just found out it was all a game. I gave some money to the girl and told her to leave." "Was this before or after he got married?" "After.  However, what we did not realize is that she became pregnant with his child.  Claudia… we have a granddaughter and her name is Arabella." Claudia’s mouth fell open and her hand came up to cover it.  "A granddaughter?" "Yes, my dear, and she is wonderful." "Zachary, you've met her?" "Yes.  However, it is very complicated, my love.  Claudia, she is older than Kurtus, which makes her next in line to take over the family." "My God, Zachary, I have a granddaughter! Where has she been? Where is she now? Zachary, I want to meet her.  I need to meet her. Does she know about us?" Claudia asked, excited over the thought of having a granddaughter. "Claudia, hold on; I told you, she is engaged to be married to Kane Leone, the next Don of the Leone family." "Oh my." "Claudia, I went over to the Leone's home today to meet with Arabella and Kane.  Arabella is now aware that we are her grandparents, and she is also aware that I am the Don of the Morotti family.  I made a decision after talking with them. I have decided that I am going to turn the family over to Arabella and Kane." Claudia looked at her husband in shock.  "Do you mean that the families are combining?" "Yes." "Zachary, you know I trust you with my life, but are you sure about this?" "Claudia, once you meet her, you will see why I have made this decision.  She is like an angel from heaven that came down to save the Morotti family. Kane Leone is also everything I could ever want for a leader of the family.  Their love for each other is so evident. They will be the most powerful couple in the history of the two families. " "Okay Zachary, I trust your decision, now please, please, tell me all about my granddaughter." Zachary told her everything he knew about Arabella and Claudia was captivated by every word.  "Oh, Zachary, she sounds wonderful. When can I meet her?" "I don't know my love, but I assure you that I will make it happen soon." "Please tell her I want to be part of her life.  No one should have gone through what she had. We will make sure that she will be loved." "I know.  But Claudia, we are going to have a problem with Sebastian and Kurtus.  They are not going to want to have the two families joined together, you know this.  Kurtus, I cannot even imagine how he will respond when he finds out that he is no longer going to take over the family." "Shit. Sorry, Zachary.  What are you going to do?" "I don't know, but I promise you whatever it takes I will protect the family, even if I have to make the ultimate decision." "Do you mean what I think you are saying?" "Yes, Claudia, I do.  We both know that, even though they are our flesh and blood, they are both pure evil and have tried on several occasions to take me out.  I cannot let someone like that take over the family." Claudia began to cry; as much as she wanted Sebastian and Kurtus to change their ways, she knew that they never would.  Her own son and grandson had tried to kill her husband. This revelation may just send them both over the edge. Zachary wrapped his arms around her and held her close, allowing her to process everything.  Their family was changing; it was going to be a hard road.                                                                     ~*~ Nazario and Rosa were sitting at their breakfast table, enjoying a wonderful Saturday morning together.  Last night’s activities were still fresh in their minds; they could not stop touching each other. Rosa's Dominant had taken her to such heights that she thought she could have touched the sun. After everyone had left that evening, Nazario commanded her to go to the office. Arriving in her room, she found a black corset, tiny pair of thong panties, a pair of sky-high black pumps, a pair of sheer thigh high stockings with bows on the back of them, and an extra-long string of pearls.  There was also a note instructing her to wear her hair in a bun on top of her top head. Rosa quickly dressed in the outfit and arrived at the door to her Dominant’s office. Taking a moment to get herself into her submissive mindset, she cleared all thoughts of the day’s activities from her mind. “Behind that door is the man who owns my body, heart, and soul.  I give my submission to him, to do as he wishes. I trust him above all things and give myself willing to him,” she recited to herself. Taking in a deep breath, Rosa knocked lightly at the door. "Come in." Rosa walked in and stood in front of Nazario's desk with her legs apart, hands behind her back, and her head down. Nazario got up from his chair and walked to his submissive.  For twenty-eight years, this woman gave herself totally over to him and she pleased him immensely.  Walking around her, taking in her perfect stance, the way she presented herself to him, he was proud and honored to accept her submission. "My little dove, why are here?  You may answer." "To serve you, Master, in any way you see fit." Nazario ran his fingers along her shoulders down to her lace cover breasts.  Sliding his hand down the front of the corset, he placed a hand over her breast, squeezing and massaging it.  He heard her breathing change to a desperate rhythm and he knew that she was aroused. Releasing her breast, he walked over to the large black leather chair and sat down.  "Come over here and take my cock out and rub it." Rosa swallowed the excessive saliva that had formed in her mouth.  Walking toward her Master with a seductive sway of her hips, she stopped in front of him, and placed one knee beside his leg. Leaning over his body, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  Ever so slowly, she pulled out his magnificent erection and began to slowly but firmly work it from base to tip. She had to fight with herself not to bend over and take it in her mouth.  She hoped that maybe, if she was a good girl, she might be given that reward. Nazario pulled down the front of the corset. As Rosa rubbed and pulled his cock, he began to suck on one of her quivering nipples.  "My dove, you are doing so well." Nazario moaned. The feeling of her fingers wrapped his cock was quickly sending him to the brink of his own orgasm. "Stop!"  Nazario commanded. Rosa stopped immediately. "Stand!"  Nazario demanded. Rosa quickly stood.  Nazario stood and began to remove her corset, allowing her perky breasts to be freed.  Throwing the garment across the room, he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "Go over and sit on the edge of the couch." Rosa did as told while Nazario removed all of his clothes.  Walking over to her, he grabbed the string of pearls around her neck and pulled her neck toward him.  "Finish what you started, but, this time, use your mouth." Rosa licked her lips.   Fuck yes , she thought.  Taking his full, throbbing erection into her mouth, she began to suck and lick it over and over again.  Relaxing her throat and breathing through her nose, she sucked his long cock down her throat. Years and years of pleasing him orally had made her an almost expert at deep throating. "My dove, that feels so fucking good; remember not to spill one drop of your Master’s cum." With his cock still deep in her mouth, she nodded slightly, letting him know that she had heard him.  Before long, she felt his cock twitch, indicating that, at any moment, he was going to cum. Then, suddenly, and without warning, he exploded in her mouth.  Long ribbons of cum filled her mouth and she quickly swallowed every last delicious drop. "Fuck, baby, you do know how to suck my cock."  Nazario said. Stepping back, he walked over to a wooden back chair and placed it in the center of the room.  "Come over here." Rosa stood and walked over to the chair. "Place your hands behind your back." Rosa did so and Nazario began to tie another long string of pearls around her arms and hands.  It was not tight, but the feeling of the round pearls rolling and rubbing against her skin was a wonderful feeling.  He gripped the edge of her thong and tore it off her. "Sit on the edge of the chair with your legs apart." Nazario assisted her onto the chair and Rosa opened herself to him.  Looking down, he could see her pussy glistening with her arousal. Taking his finger, he began to rub her wet folds.  "You may be as vocal as you want." Rosa was ecstatic.  "Oh, Master." "You are so wet; is this for me?" "Only you." "That is fucking right."  Nazario continued to rub her folds and inserted two fingers into her hot pussy. "FUCK!"  Rosa screamed. Nazario smirked, his little dove loved that and he loved that he could make her scream like that.  His cock quickly hardened once more; he needed to be buried deep in her. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, causing her to whimper, he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up.  Helping her over to his desk, he gently leaned her over it. Untying the pearls from her hands and arms, he took one end and began to rub the pearls down her spine, over her ass, and ended in-between her folds. "More...Need more." "Be patient, my dove." Rosa huffed with frustration. Nazario smacked her ass cheek with his hand.  "I am in control, not you." "Yes, Master." "That’s right." Removing the pearls, Nazario placed the tip of cock at her opening and impaled her with his straining shaft.  "Fuck! That feels good." He moaned. Grabbing her hips with his hands, he began to pound her pussy hard.  Even after all these years, she was still tight. He had questioned her about that one time and she giggled and admitted that she did kegal exercises twice a day. "This girl needs to cum, Master.  Please let her cum." Nazario was also close to cumming again, but he needed her to cum first.  "Cum on my cock… now!" Rosa's orgasm came in great shuddering, clenching spasms as her pussy walls clamped down on Nazario's cock.  Feeling her pussy tighten around his cock, his orgasm followed quickly after hers, filling her up with his seed. Afterwards, the couple relaxed in the soaking tub, discussing the session.   "Last night was wonderful."  Rosa said, looking lovingly at Nazario. "It was what we both needed.  After yesterday's announcements, we needed the release." "I am worried about how Sebastian and Kurtus are going to take the news about Ara." "I am, too, but, Rosa, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to protect her.  Now, on Monday, I was wondering if you could throw together a party for Kane and Ara after Erik’s oath ceremony.  All the top family members will be here and I thought it would be a good time." "Sure I can.  We are going to have to plan this wedding to happen rather quickly, aren't we?" "Yes, the sooner they are married and crowned as Don and Donna, the better.  But I have no doubts that you can pull together the wedding of the year no matter the timeframe." "You know me so well.  Get your checkbook ready, because I am going to put it through a workout." Nazario belly laughed; he had no doubt about that.   Chapter 17   After Saturday's session in the playroom, Ara felt more confident and surer of her submission to Kane.  Kane had pushed her, denying her an orgasm until it was almost painful, but when she had been allowed to cum, it was unlike anything she had ever felt in her life.  After the session, Kane gave her a full body massage and a long relaxing bath, taking care of her as if she were a china doll. Then they spent time discussing on how they would approach combining the families.  Ara’s main concern was how she, as a submissive, could be the strong powerful Donna that was needed to rule a crime family, mostly comprised of men. "Ara, you are a submissive by nature, but you are a Donna by blood.  I have seen you pull that side of you out. When you stood up to Zachary at the restaurant; that was the Donna side coming out; even though you had no idea it was a part of your heritage.  I trust you with every fiber of my being. When the other family members meet you and see how much you will take care of them, they will trust you, too." "But what about the ones that won't?” "Fuck them.  I know you are worried about Sebastian and Kurtus; to be honest, so am I.  Ara, you must not think of them as your father and brother, but as the two men who want to kill you." Ara knew that her biological father was an evil man, and she had seen firsthand Kurtus's evil ways.  In addition, she knew that if she did not step up and take over, Kurtus would cause trouble for Kane and the Leone family.  Shit, he would might even try killing Kane. If Kane died, she could not live without him. She needed to step up and be the woman who Kane would be proud to reign alongside. "Kane, thank you; I am going to try.  I know I will need help becoming the best Donna for both families." "Fuck, baby, I know you will be.  Now let's talk about attitude." So Kane explained how a Don, or, in her case, Donna carried themselves. Nazario called in the afternoon and wanted to know if they would be attending Mass on Sunday.  The Leone family may be a crime family, but they were still devoted Catholics and had attended Mass every Sunday at St. James’ Cathedral since they started in Seattle.  Kane told his father that they would indeed be there. Nazario reminded Kane that the Morotti family also attended St. James’, even though he had not seen Sebastian or Kurtus for a long time.  However, Zachary and Claudia still attended, along with Portia and Simon. Kane needed to prepare Ara that she might see Zachary and Claudia. Ara took the conversation well and said she would not disappoint him.  Kane reassured Ara, that she could never be a disappointment; he would always be proud of her. Sunday morning arrived; it was a bright sunny day. Kane and Ara were in the back of the sedan while Ben drove the couple to Mass.  Erik, their new security detail, was in the front seat. Kane wore one of his black Armani suits, crisp white shirt, and a pair of his finest Italian leather shoes.  His beautiful fiancée looked amazing in a plum colored dress and black pumps. She had placed her hair up in a French twist and wore minimal makeup.  Before leaving the apartment, Kane gave her a pair of diamond earrings that had belonged to his grandmother. They looked fucking awesome on her. Arriving at St. James’, Ben opened the door, Kane exited the car and assisted Ara out. He then offered his arm, and Ara wrapped her delicate arm around it.  As they walked toward the church, several people stopped and stared at the gorgeous couple; it was as if they had an air of power around them. "Ara, I am so happy you are here."  Rosa gushed as she gave her a tight hug. "I am glad to have come.  I have always attended St. Benedict's, but have always wanted to come to St. James’," "Well, it is our church home, so now it is yours as well.  After the service today, we will speak to Father Ryan about the wedding." "Do you think we will be able to have it here?" "Of course, my dear.  Now, come, let's get inside." Kane again wrapped her arm around his and, with their heads held high, walked through the large bronze doors into the chapel.  As the Leone family walked toward ‘their pew’, many people began to whisper. They couldn’t help but wonder who the young woman on Kane Leone's arm was. When they arrived at their seat, Kane went in first with Ara beside him and Rosa on the other side, which left Nazario at the end.  Kane took Ara’s hand, brought it up to his lips, and kissed her knuckles sweetly. Leaning into her ear, he whispered softly. "I can’t wait to get you home so I can fuck you again." Ara turned to him with a bright blush across her cheeks and sucked in a deep breath.  Kane smiled his signature crooked smile and licked his lips. Ara squeezed her legs together to get some relief.  Damn him. They were in a church for heaven’s sake. She shouldn’t feel this way in God’s house. "Ara, dear, are you alright, you looked flushed."  Rosa questioned. "I am fine, just a little warm."  Ara said, trying to deflate the issue of her arousal. Rosa looked at Ara again, then leaned forward slightly and looked at her. As soon as she did, she saw that crocked smile, and knew immediately that he was up to no good.  "Kane, dear?" Rosa said, softly motioning for him to come closer. When he was close enough so no one else could hear, she hissed, "I better never see you do that to her again.  Do I make myself clear?" Kane knew that look in his mother's eyes.  Fuck, he was in trouble. There was only one thing he could say.  "Yes, ma'am." "Good." The serviced started and Kane behaved himself; he did not want his mother's wrath. Across the chapel, Zachary and Claudia Morotti were also in attendance.  Zachary had seen the Leones come in and saw his lovely granddaughter on Kane's arm, walking like the royal princess that she was. "Zachary, is that her?"  Claudia whispered. "Yes." "Oh my, she looks just like your mother." "I know; that is the first thing that I noticed." "Can I meet her today?" "I don't know, but I will try for you, my love." Father Ryan led the Mass, and when it was over, he walked over to Leone family pew. "Nazario, so good to see you." "Same here, Father.  It was a wonderful service." "Thank you. I see a lovely young lady by Kane's side." "Yes, Father.  I would like to introduce you to Arabella White, Kane's fiancée." "Fiancée?  How wonderful." "It is.  Father, we will be needing your services in the very near future." "Of course, just name the date." "Excellent, we will be in touch next week." "I look forward to it.  Have a blessed afternoon." "We will." Nazario offered his arm to Rosa and Kane offered his to Ara and they walked down the aisle and out of the chapel with the rest of the family following close behind.  Once outside, Zachary walked up to Nazario. "Good day."  Zachary said. "Good day, Zachary." "Claudia was wondering if she might be able to meet Arabella." "It is up to her.  Ara, dear, Zachary's wife would like to meet you." Ara looked up at Kane and drew her strength from him.  "Only if you want to, my love." He said. "Okay."  Ara stated. Nazario nodded at Zachary. "Arabella, my dear, let me introduce to you your grandmother, Claudia." Ara watched as the woman standing by Zachary stepped forward.  She was a petite woman with light gray hair and sparkling blue eyes.  Even in her old age, she was still a very beautiful woman. "Arabella it is my honor to meet you." "Same here."  Ara said, holding out her hand. Claudia really wanted to hug her, but she knew she needed to go slow.  So, she took Ara’s hand and lightly shook it. "Arabella you look lovely today."  Zachary said. "Thank you." "I hope we can get together soon and discuss your decision." At this point, Kane stepped forward, and wrapped his arm around her waist.  "Zachary, we have made a decision. We will be contacting you in a few days to let you know." "Certainly.  We will go now."  Zachary said, taking Claudia's hand. "Goodbye, Zachary, Claudia."  Ara said. "Goodbye, my dear."  Claudia said with a tear in her eye.  Zachary had been right; she was wonderful. Kane and Ara walked to their car, with Erik watching out for any dangers, where Ben was waiting and got in.  They talked about the meeting and Kane praised her on the way she handled herself. Soon they arrived at Nazario's home for Sunday lunch. Rosa's housekeeper had prepared a wonderful lunch and they sat around the table and enjoyed each other’s company.  After lunch, they went out to deck and sat down. "Kane, have you and Ara made a decision?"  Nazario asked. Kane looked at Ara and smiled.  Ara smiled back and then took the posture that Kane had instructed.  Her back was straight, shoulders back, her chin was up, and she looked Nazario dead in the eyes.  With a strong and powerful voice, she answered for both of them. "We have decided will merge the families and run them together." Kane matched Ara's posture and looked at his father with the look of power and complete control. Nazario looked at Ara in amazement.  Here before him was the future. What a wonderful future it was. "I am so proud of you both.  And I promise to help in any way you need to make this transition as smooth as possible.  We need to let Zachary know, so we can get his feelings on the matter." "We will contact him tomorrow."  Kane said. ************* Across town, Sebastian was smiling as he walked out of his playroom.  Fuck, there was nothing like fucking a virgin. Hearing them cry out in pain, he slammed his large cock into them, tearing their virginal barrier. When he finally found his own release, he’d pull out and admire the blood staining his cock.  Over the years, he had had sex with hundreds of women, but nothing compared to taking one’s virginity. Fuck, he could remember his first virgin, Luna Santo.  She was a brunette beauty from the village. He led her on and made her believe that he was in love with her. She fell for it.  She had told him that she was virgin and was waiting to share that with her husband. However, Sebastian wine and dined her and made her believe that he loved her, and then he convinced her to give him her virginity.  He brought her to his parents' home, took her to his old bedroom, and stripped all his clothes off. Standing before with his cock in his hand, he began to pump it and when a pearl of pre-cum came out the tip. "Take off your clothes." Luna did so slowly; her hands were shaking so hard.  After she was naked, she folded her arms over her breasts and held her legs tightly together. "Get on the bed." She climbed on the bed, but continued to keep her arms tightly around her and her legs tightly together. Sebastian crawled onto the bed like a lion stalking his prey, took her legs, and spread them far apart.  Soon, he was eating her pussy until it was raw, and then rammed his cock down her throat. She loved it. When she least expected it, he rammed into her.  She cried out in pain and tried to get away from him, but he was relentless as he claimed her. "Fuck, you are so tight." "Sebastian, please stop!"  Luna cried. "Fuck no! You agreed and you will take it." Then, at that moment, Sebastian’s father walked in.  He tried to get him to stop, but Sebastian finished and pulled out of her.  Looking down, he saw the blood; it made him want to do it again and again. His father helped Luna out of the room and paid her off.  Then his father sat him down and talked to about the right way and wrong way to treat a woman. Fuck him; the old man knew nothing about how to claim a woman. His cow of a wife gave him two sons, Kurtus and Simon.  Kurtus grew up to be just like him, which pleased him to no end, but Simon was a crying momma's boy.  Leaving Simon with his mother, Sebastian took Kurtus and taught him all about bondage, how to fuck and use women, and how to run the family business. His fucking father decided he would continue to run the family, but would turn it over to his oldest grandchild.  Sebastian and Kurtus plotted to kill off Zachary and then they would run the business together. The door to Sebastian's office opened and in walked Kurtus. "Hey Dad." "Kurtus, my boy." "Having a day of fun, I see." "Oh yes, Gina found me a little virgin." "Wow, so you have had a good day." "Yes, so what brings you over?" "Well, I was driving by St. James’ Cathedral earlier, and I saw Kane Leone with that beauty that was working for him at Diamond Knotts on his arm." "So?"  Sebastian questioned. "They were talking to Grandfather and Grandmother; I don't know, something seemed off about it." "What do you mean?" "Grandmother had the same look on her face that she does when she looks at Simon.” "So who is this girl?" "I don't know, but I am going to find out." "Great, now, how are the plans to take out the old man coming along?" "Good, we should have everything lined up in a few weeks.  Fuck. The family is going to think that the Leones planned it, and will follow me however I lead them." "No, however we lead them."  Sebastian smirked. "Yes, father, we ."   Chapter 18   It was a surprisingly bright sunny Monday morning in Seattle when Kane and Ara cuddled in the back of their limo on the way to Leone Towers.  Ara was excited to get started on the plans for the new club. As she mentally organized every detail, careful to remember that the next several weeks were going to be a whirlwind of plans and activities, she anticipated everything she needed to accomplish the design.  That very evening was Erik's oath ceremony, but afterwards there was going to be reception to announce Kane and Ara’s engagement. As was customary with the ceremony, all of the high-ranking family members and their wives would be in attendance. Rosa was organizing all the details for the reception, but that didn’t mean that Ara was left to sit at home alone.  As the soon-to-be Donna of the Leone family, she would need to be in attendance. However, she still needed to buy a dress for the occasion. Kane had offered to have a buyer pick up a dress, but Ara had been looking forward to picking out her own dress. Therefore, after having a great debate, complete with yelling by both parties, followed by a round of incredible makeup sex, Kane agreed they would go after lunch to look for a dress. Before they knew it, they were at Leone Towers. Erik exited the front seat, and surveyed the area for any signs of danger.  Once he was confident that they were in the clear, he opened the back door and Kane and Ara exited the vehicle, and quickly entered the building, and into the private elevator to their offices. "The architect that the family maintains on retainer will be arriving in about thirty minutes."  Kane said as he held tightly to Ara's hand. David Grant was a third generation architect, whose family had worked with the Leone family for years.  Over the decades, the Grant family had designed most of all the buildings that the family owned and could be trusted to maintain secrecy of any activities that they may have observed.  Of course, they were paid handsomely for their loyalty. "Great.  I will get everything I have ready.  Where do you want to have the meeting?" "You can use the conference room across from our offices." "Okay.  By the way, I love you." Kane turned and pulled Ara into his arms before he claimed her lips in a searing kiss.  When they both were out of air, he pulled away and gave her one of his signature smirks. "And I love you, soon-to-be Mrs. Leone." Ara’s heart skipped a beat.  Mrs. Leone. Arabella Leone. Ara Leone. Arabella Morotti Leone.  Yes, the last one scared her, but she knew she needed to embrace the name.  She was going to be Arabella Morotti Leone Donna of the Leone/Morotti Crime families.  Kane and she had talked about the name and they both agreed that Leone would always be first, but, out of respect to her heritage, she would honor her grandparents by using the Morotti name.  The heritage that went along with the Morotti family needed to be always represented and the blood that flowed through Ara veins would be passed to the next generation, solidifying the union of the two crime families. They arrived on their floor and walked toward Ara's office.  Kane stopped just outside her door, "I am going to do a few things in my office, will you be okay?  Erik will be sitting just outside your door at all times." "I'll be fine." "Good.  See you soon."  Kane said, giving her a quick kiss. Ara walked into her office. As soon as she shut the door, Kane turned to Erik.  "That woman is my life, please don't let me down." "Never, Kane." Ara gathered all the information she had researched and designed on the new club and took it over to the conference room.  She busied herself setting up the PowerPoint presentation, along with all the designs and schematics she had amassed. Soon she heard Kane's voice along with another male voice in the hall.  Quickly straightening her dark blue dress, she turned to the door. In walked a tall, dark skinned man with black hair and piercing black eyes. He was well dressed in a designer black suit. "Ara, this is David Grant, our architect.  David, this is Ara White; you will be working with her on the design and specifications of the club." David walked over to the stunning young woman.  Fuck, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  Reaching out and taking her hand, he started to bring it up to his lips to kiss.  But, before he even reached halfway, he saw the extremely large diamond ring on her finger.  Shit, she was engaged. "Oh, by the way, David, this beautiful and talented woman is also my fiancée."  Kane smirked. He saw the way that David had leered at Ara; hell every man that even looked at her for longer than a passing glance noticed how fucking beautiful she was. However, he knew that Ara was his and his alone.  So he allowed David to reach for her hand. When he stopped short after he saw the diamond, he had to smirk to himself. That’s right, motherfucker, she is taken. "It’s an honor to meet you, Miss White." David said, dropping her hand after a quick shake. "Likewise, Mr. Grant. I have everything setup, and am ready to get down to business.  Please come in." Ara said. Once David had passed her, she looked up at Kane, who still had his smirk proudly displayed on his face.  "You are in so much trouble, Mister." Leaning down and whispering into her ear.  "And what, little pet, are you going to do me?" Ara pulled back and looked dead into his eyes.  It was now or never. She needed to see if she could do it, so she pulled from her inner Donna.  Tapping her finger on her chin, she whispered, "I do seem to recall where I can find a paddle and some rope." Kane’s mouth fell open...Did she just threaten to tie him up and spank him?  Never had he had any woman threatened him like that; he had never wanted to be a submissive. Fuck it; when Ara said it, the thought turned him on instantly.  His cock was now hard and it wanted nothing more than to plunge deep inside of its home. Fuck! He could not do anything right now; maybe after the meeting as she lay on his desk.  Turning back to her, he whispered, "later." Ara gave him a smirk, and turned her attention back to David Grant. "Mr. Grant, let's get started, shall we?" Kane left to allow Ara to do her presentation.  As much as he wanted to stay, he wanted Ara to stand on her own; he was confident she would do a great job. Over the next hour, Ara presented all the ideas she had for Eclipse to David.  David was in awe at the level of detail that she had shown him. "Miss White, this is excellent. I am sure I will be able to come up with a set of plans that will cover each of the concepts and concerns that you have detailed." "Wonderful! Do you have a timeline for submitting the initial draft plans to me?" "I should have something for you in a few weeks, if that is okay with you." "The sooner, the better; I need this project to get started to allow me to work on the back end materials." Damn , David thought .  This woman was not only gorgeous, but also an intelligent and shrewd businesswoman.  Why had he not found her first? "Certainly, I'll be in touch.  We should exchange contact information, should there be any questions."  David prompted, hoping that he might have a chance to sway Miss White away from the evil hands of Kane Leone.  Yes, he and has family had worked for the Leone family for many years. The contracts with the Leones had definitely subsidized much of his family’s wealth, but from all he gathered from this meeting, Ara White was worth the fight. Ara glanced over at David.  While communication between them for this project was essential, there was something about David Grant that caused her intuition to set off warning bells.  Kane had told her that David had worked with the family before, but there was something about the way he looked at her that had her hesitating in giving him her contact information. "Actually, Mr. Grant, you can reach me here if you have any further questions.  I am sure you have that number, am I correct?" "Yes, I do, but what if I have questions, and you are not in the office,” David was certain that this would seal the deal and get him the number he desired. "Oh, I am sure they can find me."  Ara said, trying to play it off. "Come, let me walk you out."  Ara walked toward the door and opened it, relaxing instantly when she saw Erik sitting next to the door.  Just knowing that Erik was close was very comforting. "Mr. Grant, thank you again for your time, and I hope to hear from you soon." "Please, Miss White, call me David." Ara looked up at Erik, hoping he noticed her distress. Erik immediately noticed that Ara had an uneasy look about her and then he looked at David.  When he did, he noticed that he appeared desperate. Shit, he had to react quickly to ease Ara’s tension, and show Kane that he made the right decision in placing himself in a position of such importance.  If Ara was not happy, Kane wouldn't care whether or not he was good at his job. He would take him out no questions asked. "Mr. Grant, I'll walk you to the elevator. Miss White, Kane wanted you to come to his office as soon as the meeting was over." "Thank you, Erik.  Goodbye, Mr. Grant."  Ara said as she walked away from them and to Kane's office.  As she opened the door and walked in, she saw Kane behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his feet upon his desk, talking on the phone. "Uriel, I don't give a fuck.  I want to know where he is and I want to know today.  Call me as soon as you find him." Ara walked over behind Kane’s head, leaned down, and began to run her fingers through his hair.  She loved the feel of it; it was so soft and silky. "Mmm, baby, that feels so good."  Kane moaned. Hearing Kane's thick raspy voice moaning caused Ara to become wet.  Shit, she should really start packing spare underwear in her purse.  As she continued to run one hand through Kane’s hair, she carefully and quietly slipped the other one under her dress and into her now completely wet panties.  Collecting the wet cum on her finger, she moved it over Kane's head and in front of his mouth. "Open up." Ara cooed. Kane opened his mouth and sucked in the delicious nectar he knew and loved.  Fuck, she was fucking perfect. Bringing his feet down, he turned around, grabbed Ara, and pulled her into his lap.  "Thanks for the treat." "You are very welcome." "Fuck, baby, I want you so bad."  Kane moaned as he ran his hand up her smooth leg inching closer and closer to her upper thigh, which would lead him to one of his prized possessions. Feeling Kane's hands as it caressed her leg, she began to moan with a need for relief. Just as Kane began to start to stroke her thigh, there was a knock on the door. "FUCK!"  Kane groaned.  "Come in." Nazario walked in to find Ara on Kane's lap while Kane had a look on his face that said he felt like shooting him for interrupting. "Hello Kane, Ara, I hope the meeting with David went well."  Nazario said as he walked over and sat down in the chair in front of Kane's desk.  Ara cheeks turned pink as she began to rise from Kane’s lap. Nazario watched as she slid across Kane, who then groaned.  Nazario couldn’t help but chuckle. Kane eyed his Father, but knew better than to say anything.  He felt like he was beginning to become a cock-blocker on purpose, but stayed silent.   "Dad, Ara handled the meeting." "Wonderful! How did it go?" Ara knew she needed to let Kane know just how uneasy she felt around David.  "Mr. Grant was very receptive to my ideas for the project, and said he would be getting back to me in a few weeks with the initial drafts." "So, do you think you will be able to work together well on the project?" "Well....to be honest, I don't really care much for him." Kane’s head whipped around and looked up at her face.  "Did that fucker do anything to you? Because if he did, he is a dead man!"  He said with a voice full of venom. "No, Kane, he didn't do anything; I just don't feel comfortable around him." "Ara, dear, always go with your gut feelings.  If David makes you feel uncomfortable, I am sure we can find someone else to do the plans."  Nazario said. He had always gone with his gut feelings and they had never let him down. So, if she was feeling that something was off with David, they needed to support her intuition. "No, Nazario, I know how difficult it is to find a good architect who has knowledge about the family, and can be trusted.  I will make sure that I always have someone with me." "Fuck no!  We will find someone else."  Kane roared. Ara sat back down on Kane’s lap and looked him in the eyes.  "It will be fine, baby. If he does something, I will tell you immediately." Kane didn't like this one fucking bit, but she did have a point.  David had worked on several projects. Even though he had an idea of what occurred with the family business, he didn't verbalize it.  However, to find a qualified architect who could keep their mouth shut could be a problem, and he really wanted this project to go forward, not just for the revenue that it would generate, but also it was Ara's first job.  "Okay, but one motherfucking step out of the norm and he is history." Ara kissed Kane sweetly on the lips.  "Deal." Nazario watched his son and Ara interact. He was so happy how they could work things out, despite only knowing each other for a short time. "So is everything set for tonight?"  Kane asked. "I believe so.  Roaland was taking care of the ceremony setup and when I left the house; your mother was in her own world planning the reception." "I want to make certain that we only announce our engagement, not that we are taking over both families.”  That was one ace Kane wanted to keep up his sleeve for the time being. "That’s right.  Have you called Zachary today to inform him of your decision?" "No, but I guess now is as good time as any."  Kane picked up his cell and dialed Zachary's cell number. "Kane?"  Zachary answered. "Yes Zachary, Ara and I were wondering if you had a moment to come by Leone Towers." "Actually, I'm with Claudia at the moment, but we are just down the street. Would it be okay for me to bring her?" "Of course, I'll let security know that you will be here in a few." "Thank you, Kane." Kane ended the call and placed his phone back in his pocket.  "He and Claudia will be here in a few minutes." "Wonderful. Let me inform security while you two have a moment."  Nazario said as he got up and left the office. Kane wrapped his arms around Ara and pulled her close.  Nothing in the world felt this wonderful. "Baby, I love you." "Oh, Kane, I love you, too." "Remember everything I taught you and you will be fine." "Together?"  Ara questioned, needing to hear the words from his mouth. "Always together.  Forever." Ara leaned in, and sealed the promise with light kisses, ending with a passionate one.  With each one, she could feel every cell in her body absorb his essence. As their tongues melded together, she felt as though she were about to explode with joy.  She was his, he was hers, and together they could do anything. After recovering from their passionate kiss, the couple prepared physically and mentally for their company.  A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Showtime, baby. Are you ready?" Ara grabbed Kane’s hand a squeezed tightly.  "I'm ready." They walked over to the door and Kane opened it up to Zachary and Claudia, with Nazario behind them. "Please come in."  Kane said, motioning for the couple to come in. "Thank you for having us."  Zachary said as they followed Kane and Ara over to the seating area of the office. "Please have a seat."  Kane said. Zachary and Claudia sat down on the couch while Nazario sat in a chair next to them. "Ara, dear, you look lovely today.  I love that color on you." Claudia said, as she took in the beauty of her granddaughter. "Thank you.  I love this color also." Kane gave Ara's hand a squeeze. She instantly straightened her posture and put on what she was calling her Donna persona. "Zachary, Ara, and I have discussed your proposition at length, weighing the pros and cons, and have decided that it would benefit everyone to combine the families together.  We would be honored to rule the Leone/Morotti families." Claudia grabbed onto Zachary's hand; this was the news she wanted to hear ever since she found out about Ara.  She had been worried for years about Kurtus taking over the business, but now that anguish was extinguished by the promise of her granddaughter and her soon-to-be husband. "Kane, Ara, I am so happy you have decided to accept my offer."  Zachary said. "I know that this union will bring a bright, prosperous future to both of our families." "Thank you, Zachary.  When would you like to iron out the details and discuss the revelation of this news with the rest of the family?" "I want to keep this as low key as possible until the day of the ceremony.  I will call all the family together under the premise of announcing the change in leadership and tell them my plans." "But what about Sebastian and Kurtus?  Surely you do not expect that they are not going to be happy with this?"  Ara asked; she was well aware that her father and half-brother would rather see her dead than take over their family. "You are right, Arabella, but I will have to live with whatever needs to be done to insure the success of this enterprise." "No, Zachary, we will live with it."  Claudia stated confidently, squeezing her husband's hand. "Zachary, Claudia, I am aware of how difficult a decision this is for you, and want you to know you have Ara’s full support, as well as my own.  Shall we get together later in the week and go over some of the details and also provide the data from each of the family businesses?" Kane asked. "Certainly, that would be acceptable.  But we would also like to just spend some time getting to know both of you better on a more personal level.  I believe the more I know, the better it will be to convince the family what a great move this is. And we would love to get to know our granddaughter, as well as you, Kane, since you are becoming our grandson through your marriage to our Arabella. " Ara had mixed feelings about this.  One the one hand, it would be nice to know more about her Grandfather and Grandmother, who had only been loving and caring each time they met.  However, after of years and years of being treated like an outsider, it was hard to trust them. They had nothing to do with how Mave and Luna had treated her, and did not even know she existed.  Nevertheless, for the good of the family and hopefully to assuage her own heart, she was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. "We would like that also."  Ara said as she squeezed Kane’s hand. "Thank you, Ara.  You don't know how happy this has made me and Claudia."  Zachary said, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He may be the Don of the Morotti crime family, but the most important word in that title was family.  Sadly, up to this point, his family had been a huge disappointment and full of grief. Standing before him was a young woman, who, in a short amount time, showed him that she was loyal, protective, kind, and, most of all, loving. He knew that she and Kane would be the best hope for the future of the Morotti family.  He knew there would be some who would very upset by the joining of the families, but this was not the first time two crime families were joined by marriage and it was not the first time a woman had taken over, either. The Morotti members had also been witnesses to the cruel, uncaring ways of both Sebastian and Kurtus. Even though there may be some who were loyal to them, he knew the majority were not.  "Would it be possible for some of the higher ranking Morotti family members to be invited to the wedding?" Kane didn't like that idea.  His and Ara's wedding was going to be a day full of joy and happiness. He did not want anything to interrupt that; Ara deserved to have a fairytale wedding.  He was making it happen, and no one was going to take that away from her. However, he knew he needed to think about what was best for the family also, diplomacy was the only option to gain results in the upcoming merger.  Fuck, it would be necessary, in order to maintain peace between the families, to invite members of the Morotti family to the wedding. Well, that just meant that the security force had to be greatly expanded. "Agreed, but please keep in mind that I will not permit anything to ruin this very important day for her, for us."  Kane said as he put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. "Kane, Ara, I assure you that I will never allow anything to happen that could, in any way, cast a dark shadow to this glorious day.  I am very excited to witness your union." "Thank you, Zachary."  Ara whispered. "Would you two please have a seat for a moment? Unfortunately, I also have some distressing news that I want to tell you."  Zachary asked. After Kane and Ara sat down, Zachary proceeded to tell them about Luna and her death.  He watched Ara's facial expressions for any sign of distress, but, instead of sadness, he noticed she looked relieved.  Damn, if that woman had not died, he would have killed her for the obvious pain and suffering that she must have put Ara through.  Then he informed them that it was Kurtus that had stolen the gun shipment and set fire to the nightclub. "Zachary, you are aware that, by giving me this information, you are essentially signing Kurtus’ death warrant?"  Kane stated in a ‘do not fuck with me’ tone. "Yes, Kane, I am aware."  Despite the severity of this admission, Zachary did not seem as upset as one would expect. Glancing over to his father, who had remained silent to permit his son to handle the meeting, he questioned, "Nazario, do you want to make the call or should I?" "Well, Kane, since you will be assuming responsibility for both families soon, I will defer the decision to you." Ara listened intently. Even though she was Kane's submissive and fiancée, she was also the soon to be Donna of the family, and, as such, felt that, perhaps, she, too, needed to have a say in this matter. "Nazario, I mean no disrespect, but it is not Kane's call."  Ara said, receiving startled looks from Nazario and Claudia. "Ara, what do you mean?" "This is not just Kane's call. As a united family, it is our call." Ara looked up at Kane and tried to judge his reaction.  However, when she looked at his face, she saw the mischievous light in his eyes and his signature smirk.  Zachary, too, was looking at Ara admiringly, yet sadly that this young woman, without any guidance, or training, possessed the qualities that came with years of training that Sebastian and Kurtus would never hope achieve. "Yes, Nazario, Ara is correct.  As Don and Donna of the united families, it is our call." "I stand corrected; you are right. So, what is your decision?"  Nazario asked, proud of the couple before him. Ara looked at Kane; with a simple nod of the head, she indicated to him that she knew what needed to be done. "Zachary, Claudia, I'm sorry the situation has come to this, but as the future leaders of the families it is in all of our best interests to put a hit on Kurtus." Fuck, she was the future Donna, and she had just made her first decision. Damn, it felt fucking amazing.   Chapter 19   After announcing the hit on Kurtus, Zachary and Claudia were understandably shaken with all of the conflicting emotions.  As such, they decided to leave and spend some time coming to terms that soon their grandson would be dead at the hands of their granddaughter. "We will be in touch."  Zachary said, sadly. "Certainly."  Kane replied, shaking Zachary's hand.  He had nothing more he could say on the matter. Zachary shook Nazario's hand as well, and then turned to Ara.  "Ara, we know what a difficult decision this was, but I promise you, that you have our total support in this and all matters." "Thank you, Zachary." Glancing to his wife and then his granddaughter, "We will call you later to set up a time to get together, if that’s okay with you." "Certainly."  Ara agreed. Ara tried to hold herself together until they left.  As soon as Zachary, Claudia, and Nazario walked out the door, her legs gave out, and she collapsed. Kane quickly caught Ara before she collided with the floor.  Picking her up bridal style, he gently carried her over to the sofa.  Setting her down, he sat down beside her and brushed the hair from her face.  Her face was pale white and her eyes were full of tears. "Baby, I am here."  Kane cooed as he wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her close. "I need you."  Ara cried. "I am here,” he reiterated, trying desperately to comfort her. Ara could feel herself slipping deeper into despair.  She needed her Dominant to take control, and allow her to give herself over to him.  Pulling back from his embrace, she lowered her eyes and placed her hands on her lap. "This girl needs her Dominant." Kane took a finger and lifted her chin.  Within her tear-filled eyes, he saw his submissive’s needs; the need for comfort, guidance, and the security that only he could give. "Stand and remove your dress."  Dominant Kane commanded. His voice wrapped around Ara, allowing her to clear her mind and heart of the pain she was feeling.  It also allowed her to focus directly on Kane’s voice and the safety and direction it promised. She quickly stood and removed her dress and continued to keep her head down as she took a deep cleansing breath and centered herself.  This was her Master, even if she was not currently collared. He possessed her heart, her soul, her body. When she was with him, she only had one thought and purpose: to please her Master. All the pain, all the threats, and all the chaos were non-existent when she was with her Master.  He was truly her one safe shelter. "You may speak freely, but respectfully.  What is it that you need?" "This girl needs to feel safe." Reaching out, Kane stroked her arm, slowly, tenderly transferring all the love he had for this woman, his submissive, into every touch. "Remove your panties and sit back on the couch." Ara pulled off her lace panties and sat back on the couch.  Kane kneeled in front of her and spread her legs apart. Her smooth pink mound was shining with wetness.  He placed kisses along the inside of her thighs and on top of her mound. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he inhaled the sweet aroma that was only his Ara. "Fuck, my pet, you smell so good.  I think I’m going to have an appetizer before lunch." He then slid his tongue between her parted lips, diving deep into her hot pussy.  Ara moaned and grabbed his head, pulling him closer. Taking her clit between his teeth, he began to suck hard on the soft swollen skin. Ara could feel her orgasm building, her leg and stomach muscles clenching.  Soon the pressure became too much. "Please, Sir, may this girl cum?" "No...You will not cum until I say so." Ara humped in frustration.  Her eminent release was mounting. Kane leaned back, took his hand, and smacked her mound.  "Tell me, do you have a problem with my commands, my pet?" "No, Sir." "I am in control here, you will do well to remember that."  Kane said as he smacked her mound again, causing Ara to jump.  He then pushed one finger into her hot wet pussy and began to pump in and out, curling his finger up to the soft patch within.  Then he added another finger, and continued to pump his fingers in and out over and over again. Ara arched toward the exploring fingers, as she began to count backwards from one hundred, concentrating on the numbers and not the pressure that was hurdling to the point of explosion. "Please may this girl cum...She needs to so badly." Kane leaned forward, but continued to finger fuck her hot, wet pussy. When he was close to her face, he gave her his signature smirk.  "Cum for me… now!" Hearing the words she’d longed to hear, she quickly released the coil of tension that had tightened and exploded.  Her pussy gripped his fingers like a vise grip as it clenched over and over again. "Thank you, Sir." "Oh, my pet, you are welcome.  Now climb up on my lap so I can fuck you." Kane sat on the couch and Ara reached over, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and the pulled out his shirt.  When all the clothes were out of her way, she reached in and pulled his hard cock out. Licking her lips, she was suddenly very hungry for the sweet, creamy pre-cum that was leaking from the tip of Kane's cock. "Not right now, my pet, I need to be buried deep inside your hot and needy pussy." Ara climbed onto his lap and eased herself down onto him.  She felt so fucking full and deep as she pressed her hips frantically against him. "Fuck, my pet, you are so tight.  Fuck me hard." Ara let loose and began to rise up and slam down hard on his cock, swiveling her hips against his pelvic bone and riding him with all power she could muster. Kane could feel his own orgasm building, but he needed her to cum again before him.  He slid his hand between them and pinched her clit. "Cum for me!" Kane demanded. Ara was surprised when the orgasm rocked through her, sending goose bumps over her body.  Before she could come down from her own high, she felt Kane’s hot, long ribbons of cum filling her.  She fell over onto his chest, and he circled her with his strong, loving arms, holding her securely against him. "Better, love?"  Kane asked, kissing the top of her head. "Much, Sir.  Thank you." "Baby, I will always be here for you, however you need me."  He assured her. "I know.  It was all just so overwhelming; I was losing my focus.  I'm sorry. I was really trying to be strong, but I could feel myself drowning in emotion towards the end." Kane sat up and pulled his cock out of its home, feeling the loss immediately.  Pulling her legs up and over his lap, he cradled her close. "Baby, you did so well today.  I was so fucking proud of you. This world is hard; Baby, you are just starting to take on the responsibilities of your role.  It will take a while for you to learn how to turn on the inner Donna." "But, Kane, my very first act as the future Donna was to put a hit on my half-brother." "Ara, I understand.  This is not the first lesson I wanted you to learn for your new role, however, when weighing the pros and cons of your decisions, your ultimate decision will be the right one.  In this case, we already knew that, should he discover that Zachary has decided to merge the families and relinquish their rule to you and me, Kurtus would not have hesitated to kill you in a second.  So, it is either him or you, and you know that I cannot live without you, Baby. I would die if something happened to you. You are my life; you hold my soul in your hands. Please remember that." Ara was in awe. She held his soul in her hands; oh how those words touched her.  She felt exactly the same way about him. She could not live without him, either.  Besides, Kurtus was a threat to both of them; knowing that the outcome was death for either Kurtus or herself, she knew that she had made the right decision. "Thank you."  Ara whispered into Kane's neck.  "You always know the right thing to say to help me understand and build my confidence." "Baby, I will always be here for you; we are a team in every aspect of our lives.  Now, let us get you cleaned up and go dress shopping. I want my fiancée to look fucking hot tonight when we make the announcement." Ara giggled as she slid off Kane's lap and made her way to his private bathroom, where she washed up and slipped her underwear back on.  Looking in the mirror, she noticed that her makeup was smeared and her hair had that ‘just got fucked’ look. Ara couldn’t help but laugh.  She now had Kane’s signature hairstyle…except his was natural. Quickly touching up her makeup and taming her hair, she placed her dress back on and walked back to Kane.  He was on speakerphone with someone; by his tone, he was very mad. "Uriel, find that motherfucker now.  Not tomorrow, not next week or month but right the fuck NOW and when you do, you call me right away!  I will see you this evening, and I expect to have news by then." Kane said, frustrated that none of his men had found Wayland. "Kane, is it okay if I bring Katrina tonight?"  Uriel asked. Ara raised her eyes to Kane, waiting for the response. "Uriel, it is only for high ranking members and their wives."  Ara had heard this earlier. "Kane, she will be my wife one day."  Kane pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.  Clearly he was going to have to repeat himself, something he was reluctant to do. "Until that time, she is not allowed at any family ceremonies."  Ara glanced at Kane in understanding. She was listening, but she was also learning. "But Ara is going."  Kane was quickly losing his patience, but Ara was trying to convey calm with her eyes to no avail. "Uriel, I will not explain myself again.  Do I make myself clear?" Kane hissed. "Yes."  Uriel answered, knowing that he had just overstepped.  He knew better than to question the boss. Uriel had told Katrina about his family, but not that he was second in command.  But, he knew he would have to once they got married. He would be expected to bring her to events like this one, and he didn’t want to explain why they referred to him as “Capo” at the event. "Good! See you this evening, alone ."  Kane said, hanging up on Uriel.  He turned to his lovely fiancée. She looked so damn sexy that his cock woke up for another round.  However, looking at the time, he knew they needed to get on their way. "Come, my love." Ara accepted Kane’s outstretched hand and the proceeded out the door to find Erik waiting for them. "Erik, we are ready to go." "Yes, Sir." They soon were in the vehicle en route to a boutique that Katrina had mentioned to Ara.  Ara had called her on the way to the office and they had planned to have dinner together the next evening to have dinner at her and Kane's home to catch up.  With all that was happening, Ara felt bad not keeping in touch with her more, but most of the details needed to be kept secret. Unfortunately, that also meant keeping things from Katrina.  She missed her friend; she hoped, once everything was finalized, they could get back to the close relationship that had once had. Katrina told Ara that this shop held the most amazing dresses and offered to meet her to help pick out something.  Ara jumped at the chance. She needed her best friend's fashion opinion. As they neared the shop, Kane realized that it was the same shop where he had purchased a few dresses for some of his former submissives.  Fuck. Over the years, he’d had several submissives, but they were only for play. He never had any other type of relationship with them. They would arrive at his apartment on Friday evening and would leave on Sunday evening.  A few times over the years, they had accompanied him to a function at one of the clubs, and, as their Dom, he provided them with the appropriate attire. As a good Dominant, he always made sure that his submissives were well provided for.  He had set up accounts at local a spa and salon, so they could maintain their required personal grooming requirements. There were also accounts with several gyms and yoga studios to assist them in meeting the physical requirements of their submissive role. However, all of his submissives, up to this point, were for contracted for the submissive role exclusively. There was no intimate relationship with any of them, and certainly not the person who held his very heart in their hands.  A few of them had wanted more from their relationship, but he had never felt any attraction towards them. One such submissive was Lauren McCoy. They had met at a Munch party at Diamond Knotts. Since Kane was in-between submissives, he didn’t think much about it, and began a submissive-only contract with her.  After the third weekend in the playroom, Lauren began to appear during the week at the club and would call and email Kane many times a day. One day, when Kane was in a meeting with his father concerning family business, she barged into the office wearing nothing but a trench coat and heels. Kane was extremely angry and terminated their contract immediately.  Lauren, of course, did not take the news well, but after Uriel spoke with her, she backed off, but Kane still saw her sometimes at the club.  He had heard she had begun playing with Kurtus, and that they were into some things that Kane considered extremely hard limits and would never even think about doing.  He might be a Dominant, but he had his limits, too. They pulled up to the boutique, and saw Katrina outside the door, waiting.  Ben opened the back door with Erik standing guard; Kane stepped out and assisted Ara out of the limo. "Ara, I've missed you so much."  Katrina screamed, throwing her arms around her friend.  They stood holding on each other, enjoying their reunion. "Me, too, so much." Katrina stood back and took a close look at Ara.  Something was very different about her. She seemed surer of herself and she gave off an air of confidence.  What was going on? Then she felt the ring on Ara's left hand. She leaned back in and whispered in her ear. "Is that what I think it is?"  Ara nodded. "I will tell you later."  Ara whispered back, and then stood back, taking Kane's hand in her own. "Katrina, it’s so good to see you again."  Kane said, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Same here, Sir." "It's just Kane, and I am sorry about tonight.  I hope you understand." "I do.  Maybe one day if Uriel every gets up the nerve to ask the right question I will be a part of the family." "I'll give him a swift kick in the right direction for you,” Kane grinned.  He was relieved that Katrina understood, even if Uriel was pushing. Kane knew Uriel hadn’t told her about being the Leone family Capo; instead, he’d told her that he was working for a the family’s business. "Come, you are going to love this place."  Katrina said, grabbing Ara’s hand and pulling her into the shop named Luly Yang.  It appeared to be a high-end designer shop. Ara walked in and fell in love.  She immediately saw many items that she knew she had to have.  Looking up at Kane with a huge smile on her face, she noticed something was off.  Then a young, beautiful blonde-haired woman came toward them. "Kane, darling, so good to see you."  The woman said, placing her hands on either side of his face and then placed a kiss on his lips. Kane pulled away quickly , shit. His worst fucking nightmare was happening .  Not only were they in the shop where he bought clothes for former submissives, but one of them was kissing him right in front of Ara. "Irina."  Kane said coldly, wiping his lips.  He then looked at Ara, who had a cold and deadly look on her face.  FUCK! Kane reached for Ara’s hand, attempting to recover from this cluster fuck, "Ara, love, this is Irina." Who the fuck did this woman think she was?  How dare her touch or fucking kiss her man. Ara put on one of her sweetest smiles, wrapped her right arm around Kane's waist, placed her left hand on Kane’s chest to display her engagement ring, and turned to Irina, "Irene, so good to meet you." "It's Irina."  She huffed. Then she noticed the very large diamond on the girl’s hand.  Surely, it was not an engagement ring. Kane Leone did not do the boyfriend thing; she should know. She repeatedly tried to get him to be more than her Dominant. "That's what I said, Irene.  Can you give us a moment?" "And who do you think you are?" Irina screeched indignantly. "Someone you don't want to mess with."  Ara smirked. "Now go find your manager, I want to talk to them NOW!"  Then Ara snapped her fingers, and pointed to the back of the shop. Trying to keep her composure, Irina turned and asked, "Kane, are you going to let her talk to me that way after what we had together?" "Irina, go get your manager."  Kane said, hoping the she would drop it and leave.  Fuck, he knew he had a lot of explaining to do. "Fine."  Irina huffed and stomped off. Ara pulled her hand from Kane's back. As her hand grazed over Kane's gun, she gave it a gentle pull, not enough to pull it out, just enough to let Kane know that she could have pulled it out.  Pulling her hand the rest of the way, she turned to Katrina. "Katrina, would you please give me and Kane a moment please?  Maybe you can find me something for this party tonight?" Katrina was shocked by the tone of voice Ara used; she had thought she was Kane's submissive, but this was far from submissive behavior.  Shit, if she acted like this in public with Uriel, she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week. But, as she looked at Kane, she knew he wasn't upset, more like ashamed.  "Sure, just come get me when you are finished." Katrina walked away and Ara looked over at Erik.  "Erik, I need you to step outside for just a moment." Erik looked at Kane, who gave him a nod.  He turned and walked out the door. "First off, Kane, starting tomorrow I want to start my training with Rosa and Uriel.  Second, you will tell me who the fuck that was." "I will make the arrangements with Mom and Uriel.  Ara, let's sit down for a minute, please." Kane said, motioning to the small couch. "Ara, I....Shit..."  Kane stuttered raking his hand through his hair.  "Irina was one of my past subs." One of his subs.  Ara knew he had had other submissives before her, but why the fuck didn’t he tell her that she worked here.  "Fuck Kane, why didn't you tell me that she would be here?" "Baby, I honestly didn't know.  But, I have been here before; I purchased things for submissives." "Damn, Kane, how many others am I going to run into?" "Ara, you knew I had submissives before you.  But, Ara, you have to know that you are the only one I have ever been in love with and given my heart to." Ara was so mad.  Kane was hers and that woman touched and kissed him, right in front of her.  Damn, she wished she knew how to handle a gun, because she would have taken that bitch out.  Okay, obviously some of the latent Donna traits were beginning to rear their heads. "Kane, this relationship is only going to work if we are completely truthful to each other.  That being said, I believe you did not know that Irina worked here, but, as soon as you heard where we were going, you needed to tell me about taking all your submissives here.   Fuck, what makes this worse is that I really love their clothes." Kane took her hand and looked in her soulful brown eyes.  "I am sorry, Baby. I promise I will try not to do that again.  You are right; we have to be totally open with each other. Please don't let this come between us." "Fuck, Kane, this is not going to come between us. Hell, I'll kill the bitch first." Kane reared back and laughed hard.  Fuck, she was definitely pulling from her inner Donna, and it was hot as hell.  His cock twitched again, wanting to claim his mate. Then, he felt her hand on his cock, fuck, baby, just like that , he thought, but suddenly, she clutched his cock… hard.  "Fuck, Baby, why did you do that?" "You need to put that away; you don't want to give Irina the idea that it is for her, because you know this is mine.  Do I make myself clear, dear?" Kane swallowed and nodded his agreement.  Fuck, he needed to get rid of his hard on quickly, but, fuck, she was fucking hot.  "Baby, you need to let him go if you want me to get rid of him. Because, baby, he wants your fucking pussy so bad." Ara giggled and gave his cock one more squeeze and removed her hand.  "Be good and I'll reward you later." "Fuck! Don't say things like that when you want him to go away."  Kane said before beginning to try and to will the monster away. Baseball...No, that never does it....Kittens...Fuck…Ara’s pretty kitty...SHIT....not helping, then, it hit him. He imagined Irina naked; yup, that did it. Ara looked down and saw his massive cock finally soften and she wondered how the hell he did it, but the look on his face showed pure disgust.  Hmmm. "Mr. Leone."  A tall dark haired woman said, coming from the back of store.  She wore a black pencil shirt with a white silk tuxedo shirt, and a pair of sky-high suede pumps.  "Mary Ann Phillips, Manager of Luly Yang; I hear you wanted to see me." "No, Mary Ann, it is I that requested your presence."  Ara said, standing up from the couch, as she straightened her back and put on her game face. "I am sorry, and you are?" "Arabella White, Mr. Leone's fiancée." "Oh, welcome Miss White.  How can I be of assistance?" "It seems your staff thinks it is okay to kiss the customers.  Is this a common practice for your establishment, Ms. Phillips?"  Ara arched her eyebrow for a little more emphasis. "I’m sorry, what? Who did that?"  Mary Ann asked. She knew who Kane Leone was, or at least what the rumor was. If this was, in fact, his fiancée, she knew she needed to make her happy, no matter what. The future Mrs. Kane Leone could do wonders for their business if she was seen wearing their designs. "Irina," Ara smirked. "Irina? Well, Miss White, I can assure you that will never happen again. You have my deepest apology and assurance that it will be dealt with. I will be happy to personally take care of your needs today, as well as any future needs that you might have." "Thank you, Mary Ann. I really do love your clothes." "Wonderful.  What are we looking for today?" "We have a very special party tonight and I need an extraordinary dress.  My friend Katrina is already looking around." "Let's go see what we can find, shall we?"  Mary Ann chimed. Over the next hour, Ara not only found the dress for this evening, a long emerald green satin gown, which reminded Ara of Kane's eyes, but she also found several new pieces for her growing wardrobe, as well as accessories for each outfit.  Mary Ann had been very attentive. Ara noticed that she never saw Irina again. Kane paid for the items. Ara was shocked to see the final bill was eleven thousand dollars, but Kane did not even blink an eye. Katrina was so excited; she, too, found several pieces and, after a quick call to Uriel, she now had her own personal account at the shop.  Once Katrina and Ara hugged their goodbyes, they parted ways, eager to see each other the following night, and Kane and Ara walked down the block to a small cafe for a sandwich. Erik and Ben stood guard, surveying the area for any dangers. Ara and Kane did not want to eat anything heavy, because they knew that Rosa would have a huge dinner planned for the party.  They sat side by side talking, laughing, constantly finding reasons to touch each other; to anyone walking by, it was evident that this couple was madly in the love with each other. What they did not notice, however, was that, across the street, Sebastian was walking with one of his girls.  He recognized Kane Leone right away and the young woman with him must have been the girl that Kurtus was talking about.  She was a very beautiful young woman. He could see why Kurtus was interested in her. Hell, he wondered if she was a pain slut, since he knew that Kane Leone did not do girlfriends, only subs.  Shit, if she liked pain, he was sure Kurtus would be a better Dominant for her than the pansy ass she was with. He could not wait until he and Kurtus took out his father and took over the family.  Their first order of new business would be to take out Kane Leone, leaving the Leone family without an heir. Then, one by one, the rest of the family would be taken out, until they were all gone, leaving their territory for the Morotti family to take over.  Sebastian looked over at the couple once again. The more he looked at young woman, the more he felt he knew her from somewhere. But where?   Chapter 20   During the ride home, Erik told Kane and Ara that he saw Sebastian and some chick walking down the street.  He said he thought that Sebastian recognized them, but did not do anything suspicious, so he just kept a close eye on him.  Kane was upset, but knew that they could not get away with just shooting someone for walking down the street. The Leones might have the key members of the police department in their pockets, but some things, sadly, just cannot be swept under the carpet.  Ara asked if the woman had been Sebastian’s wife, Portia. Erik said the woman was much too young to be Portia, so the woman had to be one of Sebastian's goomahs. "Do we know who she is?" Kane questioned. "No, Sir.  It is common knowledge that he has several."  Erik responded nonchalantly. "Several?” Ara squeaked.  “But what about Portia? Is she aware he has several goomahs?  What does she say about him having all these women?" Ara was shocked at the disrespectful way Sebastian was treating his wife.  She may not know the woman, but, still, it was just...disgusting. "From what I know, she is aware, but she knows better than to say anything."  Erik said. Ara and Kane arrived home and had a few hours to rest before they needed to begin getting ready for the Erik’s ceremony and their engagement reception.  Kane explained to Ara the rite of passage that Erik was about to partake. Normally, this ceremony was a very closely guarded secret within the family, limited to specific members of the family and their spouses. However, with Ara preparing to assume the position of Donna over the family, Kane needed to ensure that she was aware of the reasons and traditions behind the events that would be occurring behind closed doors tonight.  She was not permitted in the room, due to the fact that she was not officially his wife, and no one was aware of all the events that were going to take place in the very near future, but he knew that he would be standing side by side with her, as the Don and Donna of the Leone/Morotti families at the next ceremony. Kane had phoned his mother earlier in the afternoon, and she assured him that the reception would be an event that would be talked about for months.  She said that his Dad's credit card was red hot from all of the purchases. He also asked if she would be available to start Ara’s training with firearms the next morning.  Rosa screamed like a little school girl with excitement over the fact she was going to be teaching her new daughter, who also happened to be the next co-leader of the family.  She told Kane she had a special gift for Ara, and that she was not to worry about bringing over any guns. Next, he called Uriel and informed him that he had spoken to Katrina during their shopping trip that afternoon, and she understood about tonight, but he better get his head out of his ass and ask that girl to marry him before she found someone else.  Uriel chuckled, saying he already had a ring, but was waiting for the right time, which made Kane laugh. "Uriel, the right time is now.  You love her and she loves you. Life is too short to wait for “the right time”.  Changing the subject, I need you to start training Ara on hand to hand combat, along with knife use as soon as possible." "Kane, I don’t get it, man; we don’t usually train future wives in hand to hand and knives?  What’s up?" Uriel questioned, wondering what the fuck was going on in his boss's mind. Teaching basic self-defense to the wives was customary, but not hand to hand, and definitely not knife use. Kane was exasperated with Uriel’s continual questioning.  "Uriel, you and I are going to have a long conversation concerning your comments as of late, as well as your constant need to question my orders."  Kane barked. It was obvious that he needed to remind Uriel who the fuck was in charge. He would not be wasting words, but providing a more forceful and painful reminder of the family chain of command. "Yes Sir."   Shit , Uriel thought, he had overstepped his position again . "Good, then be at my parents’ home at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."  Kane said, leaving no room for debate. "I will be there”, Uriel agreed. "I will see you in a few hours."  Kane said, hanging up. Kane then remembered he needed a gift for Ara for tonight.  Shit…he was unsure what to get her. He really wanted to give her his collar, but he wanted to wait.  That part of their relationship was special, and, as such, the collaring ceremony had to be a memorable occasion.  Then, it hit him; she needed a necklace to go with the fuck hot dress she had picked out today. After the terrible beginning at Luly Yang, Ara had found the fucking hottest dress. He was really looking forward to announcing their engagement at the reception.   He pulled his phone back out and called Valdo. After Kane described the dress to him, Valdo told him that he had a stunning emerald necklace in stock that would be absolutely perfect with the dress he described. Kane told him to put it on his account and he would have someone to pick it up shortly.  He went to call Erik, but he remembered he was getting ready for his ceremony, and he had given Ben and Janetta the afternoon off. They were attending the ceremony and reception this evening, but wanted a few hours of alone time. Damn, who the hell could he trust to pick the necklace up, and get it to him before the ceremony?  Then he remembered Brooklyn, and quickly dialed her number. "Hello?"  Brooklyn answered. "Brook, it’s Kane Leone." "Kane, so nice to hear from you.  How is Ara?" "She is perfect.  In fact, she is the reason why I am calling.  We are going to a reception tonight, and I want to give her a necklace that I got from Valdo, but I have no one to pick it up. I was wondering if you had some time to help me out." "For Ara, anything."  Brooklyn said. She had been very impressed with her when she met her; there was something about Ara that engendered one to want to be friends with her. "Thank you so much, Brooklyn.  I will compensate you for your time and effort." "No need, Kane.  I was just preparing to close up the shop, so I will swing by and pick it up, and bring it by your apartment." "Great, I will let Valdo know you are coming." "See you in about an hour." Kane made his call to Valdo, and was excited anticipating how beautiful the necklace would look on Ara's neck.  He went into the den to find Ara curled up on the couch fast asleep. He sat on the table in front of her and admired her beauty.  Her features were classic. Pale, smooth skin, high cheekbones, full pouty lips, and killer chocolate brown eyes. Damn, he wished he could have met her years ago and saved himself years of loneliness and frustration.   And with that thought, Kane realized that was what he had been feeling all these years. Why, even when he had a sub, he was still lonely.  When he began in the community, Nazario made sure he had a great mentor and advisor. He had taken his studies seriously, and always hoped that he would find someone he could share all of himself with, and have the type of relationship his parents had.  Thinking back, he knew he had made some horrible selections in his choice of submissives. Looking back, he wished he could turn back the clock and rethink his decisions. Hell, even Uriel had picked on him about some of the choices, but after the fiasco with Ann Marie, Uriel kept his mouth shut. Yes, Lauren and Irina were both bat-shit crazy, but Ann Marie was beyond crazy.  She hid her true self from everyone... until Uriel had started to have feelings for her. Then she let her true nature come out.  Once, she showed up on Uriel's doorstep, claiming that she had been kicked out of her apartment, and needed a place to stay. So, she asked if she could stay with him.  He, of course, agreed, until she found a place. But, only a few days later, she was redecorating his entire apartment. Then, she began to leave information around the apartment about wedding plans.  One day, she came to the club, and picked a fight with Marcella, accusing her of sleeping with her fiancée, and then pulled a gun on her. Uriel ran out of the office, and took the gun away from her. Ann Marie began ranting to Uriel; the more she said, the more Uriel realized that there was something seriously wrong with Ann Marie.  He called one of the club members, who also happened to be a psychiatrist, and asked if he would be willing to sit down with Ann Marie, and evaluate her. Fortunately for Uriel, he was happy to come by and check her out. When it was all over with, Ann Marie was diagnosed as bipolar, which she already knew, but, unfortunately, she was off her meds.  Uriel paid to get her into a treatment center and set her up in an apartment. After the Ann Marie fiasco, Uriel took some time off from the playroom. One evening, a few months later, there was a class being held at the club for beginner submissives; that’s where he met Katrina. That night Uriel had found what Kane had been looking for, the love of his life. Today, at the shop, Kane had been faced with a “ghost” from his past; he did not handle it well.  He was so worried about helping Ara shop, that, when they were confronted by Irina, he was, uncharacteristically, taken off guard.  What had really shaken him about his response, was the fact that, if it had been an actual threat, he was unprepared to act. He was off his game.  Why? While pondering the cause, he realized that it was Ara. He had never been in love.  This woman had become his world and, right now, he was not thinking straight.  Damn. He needed to work on finding some sort of balance. He was about to become the Don of the Leone family, shit, no, Don of the Leone/Morotti families and he needed to be a strong, fair, and focused leader.  But also he was also going to become a husband and, in the future, hopefully a father. Fuck, how did his father do it? He needed to sit down with his dad, and get his views on how to separate the roles while not affecting either negatively.  He needed his sage wisdom. "Love Kane."  Ara sighed, still sleeping. Kane came out of his thoughts and looked back at her.  She was talking in her sleep again. Damn she was so cute when she did that.  He could not wait to be bound to this woman in every possible way. He knew that he needed to have a long conversation with Ara, and share everything with her about his dating history, as well as his submissives. He was not willing to expose her to a repeat of today’s confrontation.  She needed to be informed, not caught off guard. He was not happy with his past choices, but he could not change it. What mattered now was that Ara was his future. Ara slowly opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Kane.  "Hi." Kane smiled.  "Hello, my love, nice nap?" "Yes." Kane stood and began to climb beside Ara on the couch.  Pulling her on top him and held her close. They were chest to chest, each breath was synchronized, and their hearts beat as one.  "I love you." Kane sighed. "Oh, I love you so much."  Ara moaned. "I spoke with Mom and Uriel, and have set up your training starting tomorrow, but before we go, I thought we could talk after breakfast; I need to tell you all about my past.  Baby, I don't want you to feel the way you felt this afternoon ever again." "It was just a shock; I let my jealousy get the best of me."  Ara said. "No, Baby, I need you to know everything about me. I promise you that you are the only woman I have ever truly loved.  I’m sure you will agree that knowledge is power, and I plan to make sure you have all the knowledge you need to be fully prepared for all the roles we are about to acquire." "I know, Kane; I can see the intent and sincerity in your eyes." Then the doorbell rang, interrupting their conversation. "That will be Brooklyn."  Kane said as he moved Ara to the side of the couch, and got up from the couch. "Why is Brook here?" She asked. "She is doing me a favor.  Come, I know you want to say hello," Kane said, extending his hand with a mischievous grin on his face. They walked to the door and, after checking the monitor, they opened it.  "Brooklyn, thank you for doing this." Kane said as he motioned Brooklyn into the apartment. "I was happy to do so.  Ara, it is so nice to see you again."  Brooklyn said, handing the bag from Valdo to Kane. "Me, too.  Do you have some time to come in for a little bit?" "Yes, but I don't want to keep you.  I know you are going to a reception this evening." "Yes, but I have time.  Come on in. Would you like something to drink?" Ara offered. "No, I'm driving, but thank you." "Ara, why don't you take Brooklyn upstairs and show her your dress?"  Kane offered. "Would you like to see it?"  Ara asked, excited to get Brook’s opinion. "I would love to.  Do you need any help getting ready?" "Yes, I would love your help.  Kane, love, since Brook is going to help me get ready, are you okay getting ready in the spare room?" "Of course, let me just come up and get my tux." After Kane left the room, Ara began to get ready with Brook's help.  As Ara showered, Brook waited in their bedroom checking her email. One of them was the invitation to the Munch Party on Saturday night.  She was excited about going, and was hoping to find someone she could consider for a Dominant. She had not had a Dominant since Royce King, which was over a year ago.  What people did not know was that Royce had broken the cardinal rule in a BDSM relationship. They had been in a relationship for about three months, when, one day, they were in the middle of a scene and Royce pulled out a cat of nine tails and began to hit her over and over again.  Despite her cries of “red”, he didn't stop; he continued whipping her until, finally, after multiple strikes he stopped. But, it wasn’t because of her safeword, instead, it was because he was tired. When he untied her hands, he slapped her across the face, told her to get use to it, because he was sick and tired of babying her in his playroom.  He left her on the floor, bleeding and bruised. She gathered herself up, left, and never came back. He had tried to talk to her, hell, he even stalked her, but, eventually, he backed off. Nevertheless, what had happened left Brooklyn leery of beginning another relationship. Rosa Leone came into the shop one day, and they began to talk. She invited her to one of her classes and, after going to the first one, she decided that she needed a Dominant, but the right one. Ara came out after her shower, ready for Brooklyn to help her get ready.  Brooklyn asked Ara to simply call her Brook, because that is what all her friends called her. Ara smiled and thanked her as she sat down at the vanity as Brook began to help her get ready. When Ara removed her dress from the garment bag, Brook cooed, "Oh my God this is an unbelievable dress.  Where did you find this?" It was a truly gorgeous long emerald green satin strapless gown, with pleated bodes and a high slit. "Luly Yang.  I fell in love with their merchandise.  But I almost didn't stay." "Why?"  Brook questioned. Ara told her about what had happened, leaving out the part about the gun.  She knew that Brook was part of the community, but not part of the family. Brook laughed at how she handled Irene, oops, Irina. Ara had decided to forgo a bra and selected a La Perla panty and garter set with nude stockings. She pulled one side of her hair back while curling the ends and laid them over the other shoulder.  They used a light foundation and blush, but Brook talked her in a smoky, dramatic eye look, to which Ara fully agreed. Brook helped Ara into her dress, zipping it up and making sure the hook and eye were securely fastened.  Ara opened the box that held her expensive shoes. Kane spotted them in a shop on the way back to the car when they had finished lunch, and he had to buy them.  They were a pair from the Stuart Weitzman Platinum Dream collection shoes. Ara had fallen in love with them and Kane said he could not wait to fuck her in nothing but these shoes.  When they checked out, Ara nearly collapsed at the cost. Kane said it was a good investment and then gave her one of his signature ‘fuck me’ smirks.  Kane loved it; he swore it would never get old. "Ara, you look like a queen."  Brook gushed. "I feel like one." Ara had told Brook that they were announcing their engagement tonight to the family.  Brook was excited for Ara and Kane and hoped that, maybe one day, she would also get her fairytale ending.  Together they left the room and descended the stairs. Then, they heard a booming voice rising up from the first floor. "Ara, Kane, I need your help." When Brook got to the bottom of the steps, she came face to face with the handsomest man she had ever seen.  Curly light brown hair, piercing baby blue eyes, and the sexiest dimples she’d ever seen. Then, she saw his fucking body, broad shoulders, and thick muscular arms; as her eyes scanned down his broad chest, she saw the outline of the monster cock.  Fuck, he was packing. And that was while flaccid. She almost melted into a puddle thinking about how he would look hard. "Kane, I’m sorry for interrupting, you didn't tell me you had company."  Erik smirked. "Erik, you fool, this is Brooklyn Hawke, the owner of Master's Binding." "The BDSM jewelry store?"  Erik questioned, taking in the beautiful woman before him. "Yes Sir."  Brooklyn said, blushing and dipping her head slightly. Erik’s cock came to life. Erik knew that Brooklyn was a submissive, and he had heard at the club that she was currently without a Dominant.  How fortuitous was it that he was a Dominant looking for a submissive? Like many men in the Leone family, he also enjoyed the discipline that came with being a well-trained Dominant. "I am sorry, my lady.  The name is Erik McCarthy."  Erik said, holding out his hand, in which Brooklyn placed her dainty smooth hand.  He brought it to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to the knuckles. Kane and Ara smirked at each other as they stood in the foyer, taking in this little interlude. "Erik, exactly why did you come here?"  Kane questioned, breaking the moment between them. "Oh, shit, sorry, I forgot.  I can’t seem to get this tie right.  I thought someone might be able to help me." Brooklyn stepped forward and cooed, "I'll do it for you, Sir." "Why thank you, my lady."  Erik grinned, putting those sexy dimples on full display. Brooklyn stepped closer and began to tie his tie.  She could smell his cologne and his own personal scent and blushed, wondering what he tasted like.  With shaking hands, she quickly tied Erik's tie into a perfect bow, and patted her hand against his rock hard chest.  "There you go." "Thank you so much.  How can I repay you?"  Erik smirked. "It was my pleasure." Brooklyn whispered. Kane and Ara watched the couple before them and smiled.   Hmm, maybe, just maybe , they both thought. Kane then took in the beauty of his fiancée.  The emerald gown hugged her body like a glove and her sexy feet were wearing the fucking sexy shoes.  "You are looking utterly ravishing, my love." "Thank you, and you look mighty delicious in that tux." "I am glad you had a nap, because, after all this, we are coming back here and we will enjoy each other’s company all night long."  Kane whispered in a rough voice. He could not wait until they were alone so he could show her how much he loved her. "But, first, I have a little something to show you just how much a fucking love you."  He pulled out the box and opened it up, showing her the emerald necklace that was inside. It was a gorgeous necklace, but with everything else that he had done, it was too much.  "Kane, it's too much." "Never, my love."  Kane cooed as he removed the necklace, and secured it around her neck.  Leaning into her ear, he whispered. "Soon, you will be wearing my collar." Ara gasped.  That was something she wanted so badly. "Erik, we need to get going."  Kane said, and then turned to Brooklyn.  "Are you coming to the Munch Party on Saturday?" "Yes, I am really looking forward to it."  Brooklyn said. "I will make sure to keep my eye out for a Dominant for you."  Kane promised. "You are looking for a Dominant?"  Erik questioned. "Yes, Sir." Erik looked up at Kane and smiled.  There was something about this woman that made him what to know more about her.  "Brooklyn, I know you don't know me, but I am sure Kane and Ara could vouch for me.  I would love to be your escort to the Munch." Brook's eyes grew large and she began to shake.  She wanted to get to know this man, but, after what had happened with Royce, it was hard to trust someone again.  She was in a conundrum. She wanted a Dominant, but she was afraid to take the chance. Kane saw the inner turmoil on Brook's face. Something must have happened to her, he could tell she was scared, but he also knew that Erik had also been trained and mentored by Peter. Kane knew Erik was a very good and nurturing Dominant who treated his submissive like a queen.  Stepping in to rescue her from the situation, Kane asked "Brook, may I speak to you for a moment?" "Yes, Sir." Kane walked over to the living room and stood in front of the window overlooking the city.  "Brook, I can see that you are unsure about accepting Erik's invitation. I just wanted to let you know, that I have known Erik for most of my life; he has been trained and mentored by the same man who trained me.  I have never heard anything negative from his past submissives, and I know him to be a man that is loyal and trustworthy." Brook smiled; this was the assurance she needed to hear.  "Thank you, Sir." "Now let's get back, so you can let the big guy know your decision." Brook walked back to where Erik was standing and, in a sweet soft voice, she said, “Sir, this girl would love to have you escort her to the Munch." A large, bright smile broke out across his face; he wanted to pick her up and kiss the fucking daylights out of her, but he sensed she was a little hesitant, so he would have to take it slow with her.  However, he also knew she was worth it. "Wonderful, may I have your number so I can call you this week and finalize the plans?" After Erik and Brook exchanged numbers, and she was on her way, Kane, Ara, and Erik proceeded to the ceremony and reception.  As they arrived, they were met by some of the top-level guards in the family. Tonight was going to be very tight when it came to security because all of the high ranking family members in attendance, but also because their wives were also in attendance.  Erik exited the car and opened the door for Kane and Ara. The two guards at the front door stared at the beauty on Kane's arm. Fuck, she was one of the sexiest women they had ever seen, but they also knew that, if she was on Kane's arm, she was untouchable. As they entered the house, they were met by Nazario and Rosa.  Nazario was wearing a tuxedo and Rosa was wearing a striking baby blue one-shoulder gown. "Ara, dear, you look amazing."  Rosa cooed as she wrapped her arms around her. "Thank you, but you also look dazzling." "Oh, thank you.  Now, we are going to hide you out upstairs until after the ceremony, and then, as soon as everyone has gathered for start of the reception, we will have you and Kane make your grand entrance and Nazario will make the announcement." "Thanks sounds great, Rosa.  Where would you like me to wait?" "Oh, I thought you might like to stay in Kane's old bedroom.  You can snoop as much as you want while you are there." "Ma..."  Kane whined. "What?  She is going to be your wife, so no secrets."   "Come, I'll show where it is."  Kane said, taking Ara’s hand and leading her up the stairs to his old bedroom. Ara walked in the bedroom and let out a little giggle. It was immediately obvious that Kane had not lived in this room for a long time.  The walls had posters of girls in bikinis and band posters. The bookshelf had trophies and ribbons from where he played some type of sport.  Rosa must have changed the bedding, because it was currently a dark brown cover with blue pillows. Ara turned to Kane, who was running his hand through his hair, clearly a sign he was nervous. "So how many girls have you had in here, Mr. Leone?"  Ara questioned. "None." "Really?" "Yes, but it's always been a dream of mine to have one."  Kane said as his eyes darkened with lust. Standing in his childhood bedroom was the woman who was everything he could imagine he ever wanted.  She was sweet, loving, giving, intelligent, and sexy as hell. Stalking toward her, he needed a taste to tide him over until they returned home. Ara looked into his darkened eyes and lustful smile as he slowly walked toward her.  She took a step back, as he took another forward. They did this until her ass was against his dresser. "I would love to live out my fantasy, but I fucking don't have time; it would take hours." "Kane, you can't say things like to me."  Ara moaned. "I know, Baby.  I have to go, so snoop all you want.  The ceremony won't be long." "Okay." "Love you."  Kane sighed. "I love you." Kane placed a sweet kiss on her lips and left the room.  Walking down the hallway to the meeting room, he opened the door to find that Roaland had done an exceptional job setting up the room for the ceremony.  The meeting room was done in dark stained wood with a beveled ceiling and held a large wooden meeting table with high back leather chairs. The lights were turned down low and on the table were the candle and the picture of St. Francis of Assisi.  When the time came, he would place his knife on the table, while Nazario, the Boss of the family, would place his gun on the table.  A little later, all the top ranking family members began to enter the room. They all were either wearing tuxedos or their most fashionable suits.  Uriel arrived and took his position to Kane’s left. Kane would be standing next to Nazario with Roaland on his other side. The door opened again and this time Nazario walked in standing tall and powerful, the badass Don he knew he was.  He walked over and took his position at the head of the table. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out this gold desert eagle gun and laid it on the table. After the gun was laid, Kane reached in and pulled out his pearl-handled switchblade, since he was going to be next in line to be the leader of the family. "We are gathered here this evening to welcome another man into the family.  Bring him forward." Nazario commanded. The door opened and Erik walked in.  He walked around the table and stood before the Don of the Family. "Erik, you have come here today to join the family. In doing so, you will wear allegiance and fealty to its members until you draw your last breath.  Do you understand?" "Yes."   "Then let us begin.  Give me your trigger finger."  Nazario said as he picked up the knife.  Once he held Erik's finger, he pricked it. As the bright red blood drop came from the wound, Nazario brought up the picture of St. Francis of Assissi. "Sign your blood to the family." Erik took his blood and smeared it on the picture.   "Now recite your pledge as you bind yourself to the family, a pledge that will forever be burned in your hand and your heart." Nazario lifted the picture, set it on fire, and placed in Erik’s open hands. "As burns the symbol of this saint, so will burn my soul. I enter this pledge full of life, and will depart it only with my death."  Erik proclaimed. At the end, he was allowed to drop the card and in doing so, he was now a made man of the family. The bottle of Jameson was opened, and cigars were handed out.  Members lit their cigars and soon each hand had a tumbler of Jameson.  A toast was given and Erik beamed with pride and joy. "Gentlemen, thank you for coming this evening.  My lovely wife has prepared a wonderful reception; let us go enjoy the rest of the evening with your lovely wives." The entire family walked past Erik, shaking his hand and welcoming him to the family.  When the last member left, the only ones that remained were Nazario, Kane, Roaland, Uriel, and Erik. "Erik, son, welcome.  You have already been given the most important duty in the family. I am sure you will ensure that our future Donna will be protected." "With my life." He swore. "Kane, it’s time to get Ara; I will give you a cue to walk in." "Thanks, Dad." Kane left the room and went to his old bedroom. When he opened the door, he found his dazzling bride-to-be looking through photo albums.  "FUCK." Ara looked up and giggled loudly.  "Love the bubble bath pictures." "Who gave you those?" "Oh, Rosa brought them to keep me company.  You really were a cute baby." "Were?  I'm not cute now?" "Oh, baby, you are beyond cute."  Ara cooed. "Fucking a.  Now, let’s go, love, Dad is getting ready to introduce us." Ara stood up and smoothed her dress with shaky hands.  Damn, she was nervous. What if they didn't like her? What if they did not think she was good enough for Kane? "Ara, love, don't be nervous; they are going to love you." "Are you sure?" "Hell yes.  If not, I'll just shoot them."  Kane deadpanned. Ara was shocked at his comment, but then she saw the mischievous look in his eyes.  Damn him. "Fuck you, asshole."  Ara huffed. "Oh, baby, I will, later; don't worry."  He smirked. Walking arm in arm, they arrived outside the room where Rosa had set up the reception.  They could hear talking and laughing behind the doors. Then, they heard Nazario as he began to get the members' attention. "Family, Rosa and I have some wonderful news that we wanted to share with all of you this evening.  As you know, Kane has been preparing to take over the family, but he needed to find a wife. We are excited to announce that he has found a woman who is going to be a remarkable wife to your new Don.  So, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce the newly engaged couple, Kane and Ara." Kane placed a kiss on Ara's lips and walked into the room, one-step toward the rest of their life.    Chapter 21   As Kane and Ara walked into the door of the reception room, everyone was on their feet clapping and cheering.  They walked up to where Nazario was standing on the small raised platform, holding hands and smiling as they turned to greet the family as a couple for the first time. "Thank you.  We can't wait to usher in a new era for the Leone family.  We may be a little mischievous in some areas." Kane joked, chuckling, as did entire family.  "But the main thing in our hearts and minds is that, we are a family. This woman beside me has already started helping the family by designing and heading the building project of a new business that will take over the site where Puss and Boots was previously.  The projected revenue for this project will be higher than any other business we own... (Cough) legally.    My father has given me a big pair of shoes to fill; he has spent the last 28 years of his life building, watching, and protecting this family.  It is his confidence and leadership that will assist me as the new head of the family. I, with his guidance, hope to be worthy of his legacy. When the transition is complete, I will strive to ensure a bright and prosperous future for this family, until the next generation is ready and willing to take over the reins.  I know you once you get to know her; you will love Arabella, and will put her under your protective wings, because she is the love of my life, and the mother of our future generations." As Kane finished his speech, every member of the family stood, took out their gun, and laid it on the table; a sign that they would protect of Arabella with their lives. Ara watched and was confused at what was happening.  Kane leaned over and whispered in her ear the significance of their actions.  As soon as Kane explained, tears formed in her eyes. She could not believe that a week ago, she was without a family and now, before her, there were so many who would pledge to protect her with their lives surrounding her.  Kane wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. His strength and love, gave her the courage to stand tall and address the family. "Thank you for your love and protection.  I promise with my last breath to love, honor, and protect the family."  After Ara said that, all the wives stood beside their husbands and everyone began to clap and cheer.   "Thank you, everyone, now let us sit down and eat this very expensive meal which my wife charged to my credit card."  Nazario joked. Kane and Ara walked over to the head table, where Nazario, Rosa, Roaland, Di, Iezekiel, Kate, Uriel, and Erik were seated to enjoy the meal.  Rosa had the wait staff from one of the clubs come in; because she knew she could trust them. Dinner was served and everyone moaned in enjoyment of the food.   "Fuck, Mom, this is good."  Kane moaned. Rosa laughed.  "I wondered when it was going to come out.  I couldn't believe that you didn’t say fuck once during your entire speech." "Fuck, I didn't realize that."  Nazario said. "Well, we know where he gets it from."  Rosa stated, patting Nazario's arm. "Like father, like son." Ara listened to the banter between them and counted herself very fortunate to be part of such a loving, caring, and cheerful family.  Then she wondered what it would have been like to have parents like Nazario and Rosa growing up. And, in that moment, she promised herself that when Kane and she had children that she would be exactly like Rosa and Nazario. "Are you okay?"  Kane questioned, placing a kiss on her temple. "Yes, just thinking." "I love you." "Oh, Kane, I love you, too." Kane leaned in and captured her lips before parting them, and then caressing her tongue with his.  His hand found the top of the slit of her dress and slipped his hand inside. As he began to move his upward, he found that the little minx was wearing one of his favorite pieces of lingerie, garters. Kane pulled away from her delicious lips.  "You know what garters do to me." Ara’s tiny hand reached over and palmed his now hard cock.  "Hmmm, he is ready to play."   Kane placed his hand over hers and held it.  "Minx." Ara giggled. "Ara, have you set a date yet?"  Kate asked. "Yes, actually we have, August 8th." Rosa screamed.  "August 8th?! Oh my! We have so much to do." Nazario reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet, and then grabbed his credit card and handed it over to Rosa.  "Damn, I don't think it even had a chance to cool down." Rosa took the card and, to the surprise of the table, stuffed it down the front of her dress.  "Don't want to lose it." She remarked, giggling happily. The rest of the dinner was spent talking about the wedding.  Di offered to help and so did Kate. Ara knew she would need a total of ten attendants, since it was a traditional Italian wedding.  She, of course, wanted Katrina to be the maid of honor and she wanted Brook as a bridesmaid, but she needed three more. "Kate, I would love to have you as a bridesmaid." "Of course, I would love to."  Kate gushed. "Thank you." "So, is Zachary going to walk you down the aisle?"  Uriel quipped. Kane’s head snapped toward Uriel.  Had he lost his fucking mind? Kane stood quickly and, with a murderous look in his eye, he barked at Uriel.  "Uriel, a word."   Kane quickly glanced at his father, who nodded his head once, giving him permission to handle Uriel any way he saw fit.  Uriel had always been a loyal member of family and he had been Kane's first choice as Capo, but, over the last week, he had made several major mistakes and in this world that would not, or could not, happen. Kane leaned down to Ara’s ear and whispered.  "I'll be back, baby." Ara was as shocked as Kane at Uriel’s question.  Yes, most of the people knew her heritage, and what was about to happen, but Iezekiel and Kate did not, and neither did anyone else that may have overheard Uriel’s comment.  Kane was so pissed that she couldn’t help but wonder what was about to happen to Uriel. Kane walked out of the reception area, through the den, and out to the back of the house. "Patrol the grounds and don't come back until I tell you."  Kane barked to the two guards stationed at the back of the house.  They nodded and then left. His heart was pumping hard and his temper was boiling.  He stood in the middle of the yard and took a few moments to center himself.  This is where being a Dominant helped. The control and discipline helped him to think before he reacted.  He turned and saw Uriel standing about five feet away from him. Walking over to him, he took his hand, swung around, and connected it with Uriel's jaw, whipping his head back.  Before Uriel could right himself, Kane reared back and, with all his strength, punched him in the stomach, causing Uriel to fall to his knees, gasping for air. "Uriel, you have seriously disappointed me.  You are my motherfucking Capo and you are supposed to watch my back and protect me.  However, every fucking time I turn around, you are questioning my decisions; you fucking knew that we were keeping the information about Ara's heritage quiet. What the fuck do you do but mouth off in front of uninformed members of the family about it?  Tell me why I shouldn't take out my gun and end your sorry ass right this minute?" Uriel raised his head. His jaw felt like it was broken, and the pain from Kane's hit in the stomach still hurt.   Fuck, what was going on ?  When Kane had put him in the position of second in command, he was beyond excited.  The Leone family had been so good to him and his family. His father, Roaland, was Nazario's Capo and to keep the police clueless, Uriel went by his mother's maiden name.  He and Kane had played together as children, and, as they got older, they began learning about the family business and began their training, Kane asked him to be by his side, stating that he trusted him with his life.  Like Nazario, his father was also a Dominant. As he researched and did some soul searching, he realized that he also had the traits of a Dominant. Nazario had sent Kane to Peter, Uriel’s older brother, when it came time for his training as a Dominant, while Uriel went to Alistair, who was also a family member.  He taught him how to be a strong, yet loving Dominant. That, in the end, it was not about his pleasure, but that of the submissive. Like Kane, he’d had several subs and, after the fiasco with Ann Marie, he did not think he would ever find the one that would complete him.  He wanted a relationship like his parents had. He was at the club the night that Rosa was holding one of her beginning submissive classes, and, as he was doing a walk-through of the club, the door opened and in walked a goddess. That was the night he met Katrina Henderson and fell head over heels in love.  After a few months, she introduced him to her roommate and best friend, Ara White. As soon as they met, Uriel saw Ara as the sister he never had and felt protective of her. The last week, though, fucking everything changed. He had wanted to help Ara out by giving her a job, then, after he found out she was a submissive, he wondered if there was any chemistry between her and Kane.  It was as if an atomic bomb went off when they met. One second, Kane was saving her from Kurtus, and in the next, they were moving in together. Now…. bam , they are getting married. Uriel did not know why, but it bothered him.  Kane was like a brother to him; he knew in his heart that he would always take care of Ara.  Then, it hit him, he was jealous. Not romantic jealousy, but jealous that Kane had taken his life by the horns and was getting everything in order.  This is what Uriel had planned to do with Katrina, but was too afraid to ask. Yes, he was jealous of the direction that Kane’s life was taking, and felt he, himself, was becoming stagnant, and resentful of being left behind. "Kane, I'm sorry.  I know that is not enough, but I am." "What the fuck is going on?" "I'm jealous." He was fucking jealous? He wanted Ara.  Oh hell no! Rearing back again, he hit Uriel hard in the nose; he felt fucking amazing when he heard bones cracking and saw blood squirting out. "Damn, Kane, you broke my fucking nose."  Uriel moaned, holding his nose. "What the fuck do you mean you're jealous?  Ara is mine and you, motherfucker, can't have her." "Kane, I'm not in love with Ara; I'm jealous of you.  You have, and are doing, everything I want and should be doing." Kane stepped back and looked at his friend. His partner in crime was jealous of him.  "Fuck, Uriel, there is nothing to be jealous of, you just need to take your balls out of the drawer and ask Katrina to marry you." "I know, but I'm scared." "Uriel I have seen you take a man out with your bare hands. Are you really that scared to ask a woman to marry you?" "Yes." Kane then began to laugh, slapping his hand on his legs. After a few moments, Uriel joined him, knowing that Kane was right; he needed to man up and ask Katrina.  He needed to stop whining about it or trying to sabotage his best friend's relationship. After their laughter died down, the silence was broken by a sudden muffled pop and a whooshing noise.  Uriel glanced at Kane just as the left side of his shoulder was violently pushed back.   Kane's widened eyes stared at Uriel as he began to feel a burning sensation in his upper arm. "Fuck, I've been hit!"  Kane yelled. Uriel, who was still on the ground, looked out across the yard to see where the shot came from and saw a shadow down by the boathouse.  Quickly looking over to Kane, he saw he had his gun out, but the blood was beginning to seep through his bright white dress shirt, indicating that he had definitely been hit. "I see him."  Uriel whispered.  "Are you okay if I leave you?" "Go, get the motherfucker now and bring him to me.  Alive, Uriel, I want him alive." Uriel tore off across the grounds toward the boathouse. Kane leaned up against a tree and kept an eye on Uriel as he quickly but quietly moved across the yard.  He pulled out his phone and pressed the speed dial number for security. Years ago, they set up a network, so that, if any of the family was in trouble, they simply had to press a button on their phone, and it would send a signal out and security would track the family member in distress by their phone signal.   Roaland was listening to the lively conversation concerning the upcoming wedding of Kane and Ara.  He was happy that neither Iezekiel nor Kate let on that they heard Uriel's statement and he was also happy that Kane had taken Uriel out to have a serious conversation with him.  He may be his son, but he had also taken on the responsibility of being Kane's Capo and, in doing so, he needed to protect him and his family. Roaland could remember some hard conversations that Nazario had with him over the years, but they were worth it.  He was a rich man and was surrounded by many people who loved and cared for him and his family. Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate. Pulling it out of his pocket, he saw that the emergency code had been sent; the location was directly outside the house. "CODE RED!"  He yelled, pulling his gun, and looking at Nazario, who also had pulled his gun and was positioning himself in front of the table in protection mode.  Roaland then took off through the room with several guards behind him. Erik jumped to his feet and positioned himself in front of Ara. "Erik, Iezekiel, take the women to the room."  Nazario barked as he surveyed the room. Pulling out his phone, he looked to see who had called the emergency and when it saw it was Kane, he was immediately concerned.  Shit, this was bad, very bad. Rosa held onto Ara's hand as she followed Erik down the hall to the door that lead to the secure room. "Rosa, what is going on?"  Ara cried. "Ara, I'll explain everything once we get into the room." "Where is Kane?" "I don't know, but I promise we will find out."  Rosa assured her. Erik opened the door and Rosa, Ara, Kate and Di walked in.  The room had no windows, the walls were made of concrete, and it had its own electrical line, as well as private phone and internet lines.  Rosa went over to the control panel and checked to see who had sounded the alarm. When she saw the name, she gasped. Her son. Looking up at Ara, she knew it was going to be difficult to make her stay in this room. "Rosa, what is it?"  Ara questioned, seeing Rosa's worried expression. "Ara, dear, we have a security system set up within the family that if one of the family members are in danger, they only have to push the speed dial a code, and a code is sent to all the members' phones." "Okay."  Ara responded hesitantly.  She understood, but where was Rosa going with this if all of the family members were here. "Ara, Kane is the one who sent the code." Ara eyes went wide and tears formed.  Kane was in trouble. She turned and rushed to the door, but was quickly grabbed by Erik. "Let me go!"  Ara yelled, as she began punching at Erik, trying to free herself from his restrictive arms. "No can do."  Erik said, holding on to her, while she tried to break his grip. "Erik, let me go.  I need to find Kane." "Ara, you are not going anywhere." "But, Erik, he needs me!"  Ara cried, as tears poured down her face.  "I need him." "Ara, look at me."  Erik pleaded. Ara looked up at Erik.  She began to feel numb, pushing the fear to the back of her mind.  She needed to make him understand that she needed to get to Kane. "Kane can take care of himself, but if you go out there, you will be a distraction and he needs to keep his mind on the danger at hand." Ara quit struggling, and fell to the floor.  Her life, the reason for every breath, every beat of her heart was hurt, and she couldn't do a damn thing to help.   Chapter 22   As soon as Roaland received Kane’s alert, he ran out the back of the house and was met by the members of the security detail, whom Kane had dismissed earlier, coming around from the side of the house. "Where the hell were you?" Roaland demanded. They came to a screeching halt, facing Roaland, hands on their guns from being startled.  "Kane told us to leave him and Uriel alone, Sir." One of them murmured. "Fuck, we need to find Kane now!"   Roaland ordered, while he and the guards cautiously walked out onto the lawn. The quiet of the night was suddenly shattered with the sound of a gunshot in the distance. Roaland quickly turned and ordered the detail ahead to investigate, "Go and find out what the fuck is going on down there."  Three of the guards took off across the lawn, while Roaland continued using the homing device on his phone to help him in his search for Kane.  As he came around a section of rose bushes next to a large tree, he saw a pair of legs sprawled across the lawn. Rushing over, he found Kane propped up against the base of the tree. His face was very pale, and his white shirt was soaked in blood.  Dropping to his knees, he saw that Kane was conscious, and grasped his face between his hands, "Kane...Kane...How are you doing?" Roaland pleaded, praying he was coherent enough to respond. "Never fucking better."  Kane moaned, suddenly looking around him.  "Did Uriel get the guy?" "I don't know.  I sent several guards down toward the boathouse when we heard the gunshot." "Good.  No one, and I mean no one, is to touch the fucker until I get a chance to talk to him," he winced. "Your orders will be followed; I will make sure of it.  Do you think you can stand?" Roaland asked, hoping to get him back into the house. "I think so.  Shit! Wait, where is Ara?" "She is in the security room with your mother and the rest of the wives." "Does she know what happened?"  Kane asked, attempting to stand on his own two feet. "I don't know, but Erik is with her.  Come on, let's get you inside, and have David look at you."  Roaland put Kane’s good arm around his shoulders, supporting him as they made their way up the lawn into the house.                                                         ~~~~~~*~~~~~ Dr. David Mallos was a third-generation doctor whose family had faithfully taken care of the members of the Leone family.  David's grandfather, Carlo, was a doctor in the small Italian town where the Leone family originated. Carlo had a beautiful wife and two wonderful children.   He was devoted to his responsibilities of keeping those he loved, and the members of his community happy and healthy.  It took only one evening to change his world. He came home from a long day at work to find his son and daughter sitting on the living floor crying; his wife was nowhere to be found.  Kneeling down in front of his children, he began to soothe their crying. "Shh, little ones.  It is okay." Carlo whispered.  "I am here. Now where is your mama?" Little Tony, still whimpering, pointed to the back of the house.  "She's hurt." Carlo knew he needed to find out what was going on, but was torn about leaving the children.  "Daddy is going to check on mama; I'll be right back I promise." Carlo kissed each child on the cheek and took off to the back of the house.  When he arrived in the kitchen, he found Anna, his beautiful wife, lying on the floor, her face bruised and bloody and her clothes torn from her body.  Rushing over to her side, he began to check her over. "Baby, tell me what happened?" Carlo implored, trying to wake her. Opening her swollen eyes, Anna looked up at Carlo.  "They followed me home from the market. When I thought they walked past the house, they grabbed me, and pushed inside the house."  Then her eyes grew large and had a pained look. "Where are the kids? Are they okay?" Anna pleaded, trying to get up, but was unable. "Lay still, my love, they are fine.  Now let me check you out." Over the next hour, Carlo checked his love over; most of the wounds were bruises, but she also had a busted lip. However, what he worried him the most was the fact that she had been raped, repeatedly.   He needed to get her to the hospital and have her checked out, immediately. Anna kept apologizing for allowing it to happen, but Carlo reassured her that it was not her fault, but, rather, the savages that had followed her. He ran to the neighbor’s house to see if they could look after the children until they got back.  After getting them settled, Carlo carefully placed his wife in the car and rushed her to the hospital. After getting to the hospital, Carlo sat outside in the waiting room, patiently waiting for the doctor to examine Anna.  As he sat, the events of the day began to crash around him, and, in that moment, for the first time in his life, he didn’t want to follow the Hippocratic Oath of ‘do no harm’, instead, he wanted revenge against the men who did this to suffer like his wife was suffering. Salvatore Leone was also in the hospital, and saw the man in the waiting room, "Dr. Mallos?" "Mr. Leone, hello,” Carlo responded. "Are you okay?"  Salvatore asked. He could see there was something seriously wrong with Dr. Mallos. "No, Mr. Leone, not really."  Carlo said. As he looked at Salvatore Leone, he knew that this man was what he needed.  If the whispers were to be believed, Salvatore Leone was the Don of the Leone crime family. Although he and his family were known criminals, he had never been witness to any crimes, or been required to treat anyone as a result of the Leone family business. Salvatore took in Dr. Mallos’ stance and overall appearance; it did not take long to surmise that he was a broken man.  "Dr. Mallos, come, why don't we go for a little walk, and get some air?" Carlo and Salvatore walked out of the hospital and into the small garden next door.  Carlo finally broke the silence and told Salvatore what had happened to his wife and how he wanted, no, needed, to make the men who had done this to pay.  Salvatore listened to the man. He knew of Dr. Mallos and his earnest work in healing not only the bodies of the community, but their spirits as well. When Carlo had finished his rant, Salvatore knew he had to help Carlo.  However, he also knew that, by doing so, it would mean that Carlo would be required to become part of the family. When Salvatore faced Carlo and pledged his help in getting his family the justice they were seeking, Carlo vowed his allegiance to the Leone family, and thus began the relationship between the Mallos and Leone families.                                                         ~~~~~*~~~~~ As Roaland and Tito, one of his guards who ran to assist him, helped Kane toward the house, they were met by Nazario, who came running out the door. "Son, are you okay?"  Nazario asked, concerned at seeing the blood soaked shirt. "Yeah...I think so,” Kane gasped. They took Kane in the house and were met by Dr. David Mallos, who had attended the ceremony for Erik.   They sat Kane in a chair and cut away his jacket and shirt.  Once free of the clothing, Dr. Mallos examined the wound and discovered that the bullet entered through the shoulder, and exited directly through his back.  He was relieved to see that the bullet wound was a clear shot, knowing that if one had to get shot, this was the best-case scenario; it caused less damage and had a speedier recovery time.  As he pulled a vial out of his medical bag, which he had one of the guards bring in from the car, he began preparing the syringe with the painkiller. Kane saw the syringe and asked Dr. Mallos what it was. "It’s just some painkiller to numb your shoulder before I start sewing you up." "I don't want it; just get on with it,” Kane ordered. Suddenly, from across the room, there came a counter-order full of concern, and authority, "He will take the shot."  Ara demanded. Kane’s head whipped around to see his beautiful, but fierce fiancée walking toward him with fire in her eyes.  When she got to his side, she placed her delicate hand on the side of his face and gently caressed it. "You will do everything the doctor says, my love; I need you whole and healthy." Looking into her eyes, he could see that they were still full of fire, but also compassion, concern, and need.  He needed her, as well. "Okay."                                         Dr. Mallos gave Kane the shot along with an antibiotic, and, after sanitizing the skin, began sewing up the wound.  Once all the sutures were done, Dr. Mallos applied a clean dressing over it. He gave Kane and Ara instructions to keep the bandages clean and dry and to refrain from any over-exerting activities. "You mean I can't fuck?"  Kane questioned. Ara hit him hard on his good arm, shouting his name in embarrassment, "KANE!" Dr. Mallos laughed.  "I didn't say that, exactly; let’s just say you will need to lay back and take it." Ara’s cheeks flushed a crimson red while Kane put on one of his signature smirks. "I think I can do that." "Kane!"  Ara yelled again, while shaking her head. "What?" Suddenly Uriel walked into the room, his nose bruised, but no longer bleeding.  Instead, he was sporting two black eyes. "Got the motherfucker." He announced to the room. "Who is he?"  Kane asked, starting to rise from the chair, only to have Ara ease him back down into it. "Waylon." "Waylon, as in our Waylon?  One of our own?" Nazario questioned indignantly.  Had one of his own family members tried to kill his son?  Waylon had been part of the family since he was a small child.  His mother was one of the housekeepers for the Leone's estate and now it appeared he had shot his son.  "Where is he?” Nazario demanded. "We are about to take him to the warehouse."  Uriel said. "NO!  I want him taken to the basement."  Nazario demanded. Waylon would never leave the grounds of the estate alive, or even in one piece. "I want a piece of him."  Kane slurred, feeling the effects of the painkillers. "Son, I don't think you will be able to deal with him in your condition." "FUCK THAT, DAD! He shot me, so it's my right."  His slurring becoming even more pronounced. "Kane, baby, calm down."  Ara said as she gently rubbed his good arm.  "Let your father handle it." "NO!" "KANE!"  Nazario yelled.  "I am still the boss of this family and I will take care of this." Kane huffed, sticking out his bottom lip. Nazario shook his head at his son, knowing it was the meds that were causing him act like a two year old. If he wasn’t so upset that Kane had been shot, and Waylon had betrayed the family, Kane’s actions would be funny right now.  Patting Kane on his good shoulder, Nazario turned to Uriel and ordered, "Uriel, I want Waylon taken to the basement and tied up to the wheel." The wheel was a device of torture that was only used against someone accused of betraying the family in the most heinous act. The attempt on Kane’s life definitely fit the bill.  Uriel went out to instruct the guards who were holding Waylon to take him to the basement. "Dad, can I at least come downstairs?"  Kane whined. Ara had to cover her mouth to muffle the giggle that escaped from her at her fiancée’s childish manner. "If you watch your tone, sit back, and only observe.  You need to heal, Kane." Nazario said. "FINE!"  Kane pouted. "Can I come as well, Nazario?"  Ara asked. Kane's head whipped around.  "FUCK NO!" He did not want to expose Ara to what was about to happen. "Kane,” Ara whispered in his ear, “I need to start learning how the family handles this type of situation." "NO...NO...NO!" He responded, repeatedly shaking his head until he felt a little dizzy. Nazario could see that Kane was in no state of mind to listen to reason.  While he agreed that Ara needed to begin instruction on these matters, tonight was not the night.   The guards handling Waylon would surely question why a soon-to-be wife was being permitted to attend a torture session; God forbid if there was any speculation about the upcoming family merger leaked before the day of the ceremony.  "Ara, dear, can I speak to you a moment?" Ara walked over to Nazario. "As much as I want you there, until the news of the merger of the families is shared with everyone else, I feel that it is in everyone’s best interest that you stay behind."  He whispered. Ara thought about what Nazario was saying. Even though she wanted to begin her training, she understood the reason why Nazario did not want her to attend.  "I understand." "Good. Tomorrow you will begin your lessons with Rosa and Uriel.  I will also be training you on the business aspects of the family.  Both legal and illegal." "Thank you for explaining it; I really hope I will be a good leader." "I have no doubt."  Nazario said, giving her a hug.  "Now I have to take my loopy son with me and take care of Waylon."  Nazario walked over to Kane and helped him up. Kane gave Ara a big sloppy kiss on her cheek, missing her lips altogether, and grabbed her ass.   "God, I want to fuck you." Ara giggled and placed a sweet kiss on Kane’s lips.  "I will take care of you later; now go, and take care of the problem." Nazario, Kane, and a large contingency of guards, proceeded down to the basement.  Opening the large iron door, the group walked in to find Waylon tied spread eagle on a large round wooden disk.  All his clothes had been removed; one could clearly see the gunshot wound to his leg. "Uriel, are you responsible for that?"  Nazario asked, pointing to the wound. "Yes, he tried to run, so I took a shoot." "Great job.  Okay, let's get started shall we?"  Nazario said as he took off his jacket, and removed his cufflinks, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt. Walking over to where Waylon’s head laid, he reached down and grabbed a hand full of hair, pulling his head back, forcing him to look into Nazario’s stone cold eyes.  "Why the fuck did you shoot Kane?" Waylon lay there, moaning, and just staring up at Nazario, but did not utter a word. Nazario pulled his gun from the holster and placed it over the kneecap on Waylon’s good leg.  "Tell me," he hissed into his face. Waylon shook his head back and forth pulling his mouth tightly; trying to prepare himself for the pain that he knew was only seconds away. Nazario could see in Waylon's face that he was going to need more persuasion to get him to talk.  Pulling the trigger, Nazario blew out his knee, and waited as Waylon cried out in pain. "Come on Waylon, tell me." "NO!" Nazario turned around and ordered, "Roaland… bring me the iron." Roaland walked over to the fireplace and picked up the branding iron that was already red hot from sitting in the flames. Handing it over to Nazario, he stepped back and watched his Boss do what he needed to do.  Nazario Leone, while a fair, honest, and loving man, who took care of the family with great care, could also be the hardest, meanest, and evilest motherfucker one could ever meet, especially when they messed with family.  He was currently the latter. "Waylon, tell me who sent you?" Waylon remained quiet, shaking his head from side to side. Nazario took the iron and brought it close to Waylon’s eye.  "Tell me, Waylon, and there will be no more pain. I will make it stop." However, Waylon remained stayed quiet.  Nazario then took the iron and pushed it into Waylon's right eye. "STOP, PLEASE, STOP....FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!!"  Waylon screamed. "TELL ME, WAYLON!" Nazario shouted, “Or I will have no choice but to take the other eye as well.” "KURTUS MOROTTI! KURTUS MOROTTI MADE ME DO IT."  Waylon yelled as he gasped and struggled with the extreme pain.  There were no shocked gasps at Waylon’s response. It was a forgone conclusion that it was probably a member of the Morotti family; most likely either Kurtus or Sebastian. Nazario continued to question Waylon for details, “What were you supposed to do?" "Kill Kane.  Kurtus… he wants to take down the Leone family," he sputtered. "Why did you help him, Waylon?"  Nazario questioned, wanting to get to the root of the cause for his betrayal. "Because of the fucking money, but he also said I would be his second in command when he took over the family." "Well, Waylon, I just don't think that is going to happen.  You have been a member of this family since you were a small boy.  We have taken care of you and your mother. Betrayal will never be tolerated.  Goodbye, Waylon." Nazario said as he brought his gun back out and put a bullet in-between his eyes. "Make sure there is nothing left." "Of course."  Roaland answered as he began to start the clean up process. Nazario turned to see that Kane had fallen asleep during the questioning.  Damn, he shook his head, those drugs must be strong. Nazario looked over at Uriel, whose face looked really bad.  "Did Waylon do that?" "No, ah, Kane and I had a serious conversation prior to Waylon’s interruption."  Uriel whispered. "And is everything settled between you two?" "Yes, we worked everything out."  Uriel responded confidently. "Uriel, Kane will soon be the boss of this family; that means you will be moving up as well, and with that promotion comes a lot of responsibility.  A word of advice." "What is that, Sir?" "Marry that girl."  Nazario smirked and walked away. Uriel laughed, yes, he would be marrying that girl.  He went over and woke up Kane. "GIVE ME MY GUN URIELLL!"  Kane slurred. "Kane, he’s already dead." "Did you kill him?  I told you I wanted to do it."  He whined. "No, Kane, your father did." "WELL FUCK!  He took away all my fun."  Kane whined, and then he popped up from the chair.  "ARA....ARA...LET'S GO FUCK, BABY!" Uriel walked close to Kane as he staggered out of the room and up the stairs yelling for Ara all the way.  When they got to the top of the stairs, Ara and Rosa were there and Kane grabbed Ara. "Come on, baby, my dick needs its home." "Kane, let's go home, first, okay?"  Ara said, hoping he would quiet down. "But, baby, he is so hard."  Kane slurred. "I'll take care of you when we get home."  Ara snickered, then looked up at Uriel. "Fuck, Uriel, what happened to you?" "Nothing, I'm fine.  Let's get him home." They finally got Kane out of the house and into the car.  All the way to the apartment, Kane kept trying to remove his clothes.  Ara repeatedly had to convince him to stay dressed until they got home.  After they arrived, Erik and Ben assisted Kane out of the car and into the apartment.  They followed Ara upstairs, with Kane slung between them, to their bedroom gently laid him on the bed, being careful of his gunshot wound. "Call if you need anything."  Erik said. "I will. I’m hoping he will sleep it off."  Ara then remembered the purpose of the evening, and turned to Erik, “Oh, and Erik, congratulations, again, and welcome to the family.”    Erik smiled and thanked her, as he and Ben left. Ara saw that Kane had, again, fallen asleep, thank God.  The only thing she wanted to do was to take a shower and get some rest. Tonight had been a long and emotional night.  The reception that Rosa had put together was beautiful; she imagined that her wedding would reflect the same elegance. Then, Kane was shot. Not knowing his condition for some time was extremely emotional and painful, but, thankfully, he would be fine.  She had wanted to be present when they took care of Waylon… she needed to learn, but she also wanted to see justice served to the man that tried to take away her Kane. But, Nazario was right, she needed to be careful not to raise any suspicions until the announcement. Removing her gown and gorgeous necklace, she climbed into the shower, and washed away the evening's bad events.  Finishing up, she wrapped a towel around herself, and walked back into the bedroom to check on Kane. As she rounded the corner, she was met by the funniest thing she had ever seen.  Kane was standing on the bed in his underwear and his white shirt unbuttoned, with one gun stuffed in the waist and holding another in his hand. He had slicked back his hair and he had the goofiest look on his face. "Hey, baby, I'm cocked and ready to go." Oh, hell, it was going to be a long night.   Chapter 23 Kane opened his eyes and wondered why the hell his head hurt so badly.  He had remembered being shot, so that explained the pain in his arm, but not his head.  It felt like the time when Uriel and he went to Las Vegas for the weekend and ended up drinking so much alcohol that they passed out in one of the wedding chapels.  The minister of the chapel came in and told them that he did not perform same sex marriages, but they did look like a wonderful couple. Looking around, Kane saw that he was not in the bed, but, rather, in the small chair across from the bed. How and why the fuck was he sleeping here.  Then he looked over and saw his beautiful Ara sleeping soundly, with her mahogany locks fanned on the pillow like a halo; it was very fitting.  She was his angel. Then his eyes caught something on the bedside table- his grandfather's old six shooters. Why the hell were they out of their case? Sitting up and stretching his stiff muscles and joints, which made his arm hurt even more, he realized that he was lucky it hadn’t been worse.  Now, if he could only remember what the hell had happened last night? However, as hard as he tried, the last thing he remembered was Dr. Mallos giving him a shot, after that everything was a blur. "Baby, how are you this morning?"  Ara asked in her husky morning voice. "I have a headache, and I can't remember much from last night; what happened?" Ara proceeded to explain what had happened after the shot had taken effect. Kane was immediately pissed off, "Fuck, you mean Waylon was the one who shot me?" "Yes," Ara responded. "Did Dad say why?"  Kane was trying hard to remember, but it seemed Ara was going to have to fill him in until he could get to Nazario. "No, when you came back upstairs, you were really out of it, so we brought you home and tried to get you to bed.  But, after everyone left, you decided you wanted to play cops and robbers." "So, is that the reason why my grandfather's guns are out?" "Yes," Ara snickered, as she recalled the show Kane had put on for her last night. "I faintly remember asking to fuck, did we?"  Kane asked, ashamed of the fact that he could not remember having his dick in her. "No, baby.  You got up and started stripping for me, and then, just as you removed your underwear, you passed out in the chair.  I knew I couldn't get you in the bed, and I really didn't want Erik to see you like that, so I left you there." "Fuck, I was really out of it.  I can't believe I did that." He was starting to catch little glimpse of memories. "Yes, you did; would you like to see a picture, baby?"  Ara said with a smirk. When she had walked back in last night and found Kane on the bed, she took her phone and snapped a picture.  Ara got her phone, pulling up the evidence of Kane’s acting skills and held it out for him to see. "HOLY SHIT!!!!"  Kane yelled. "DELETE THAT!!!" "No way, Jose!”  Ara hastily pulled the phone back from him to keep him from deleting the evidence himself. "What the fuck, Ara?  I said delete it." Between the pain in his arm, and his headache, he was starting to get irritated. "And I said no." "Am I going to have to spank you?"  He asked, all irritation suddenly leaving. "Please."  Ara moaned, loving the idea of a good hard spanking. Kane looked deep into her lustful eyes, and could feel the evidence of his arousal when his dick became hard.  "Come here, my pet” he purred, gesturing with his hand just where he wanted her. Ara walked over, and when she reached Kane, she pulled her nightgown over her head, leaving her stark naked.  Her skin was shivering with the excitement of the spanking, her nipples pebbled with need to be sucked and bit and her pussy was already dripping in anticipation for her Dominant to do his will. "Over my lap, pet."  Kane said as he sat up fully in the chair.  Ara slowly and gently laid across his lap. "I am going to give you ten slaps, and, after that, you are to give me a bath, but you are not allowed to orgasm.  Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Sir,” she responded in a breathy moan. Kane used his right hand to come down on Ara’s soft white ass cheek.  Lifting his hand, he saw that her cheek was already turning a soft pink.  Over next three strikes, Kane checked each time for any signs of damage, but each time he was happy to see that her glorious little ass was increasingly turning a lovely shade of red.  Dipping his finger over her ass down to her pussy, he found it was dripping wet; his little pet was enjoying this. Pushing two fingers into the hot wet hole, he caressed the soft walls. "Please!"  Ara cried out. "Please what, my pet?" "May this girl cum, Sir?" "No, pet, this is for my enjoyment and my enjoyment only; you refused to delete the picture, so this is your punishment."  Kane then pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking the sweet juice from them. Yum .  After finishing, he started up again spanking his little pet's ass.  On the last strike, he told his little pet to stand with her ass toward him.  When she did, he bent over and placed kisses over each check as he finger fucked her pussy.  He felt her ass quiver along with her legs; he knew she was very close to cumming. Ara was so close and she tried everything she knew to try and distract her from the marvelous feeling of Kane fucking her with his ample fingers. "Does this feel good, my pet?" "Yesss..." "What do you want?  Say it." "To cum." Removing his fingers once again, he continued.  "Too bad, now come along, you need to give me a bath." Ara really wanted to cum; but, as frustrated as she was, she wanted to serve her Dominant.  Even though this was not their normal playtime, she felt so connected to Kane when he took control, and she trusted that he would take care of her.  Her pleasure was to trust, listen, and serve her Dominant. "Yes Sir,” she responded obediently. Kane and Ara walked into the bathroom and Ara began preparing the bath.  A shower was out of the question, due to his stitches, but Ara was going to very careful not to get the bandage wet. Kane leaned back against the vanity and watched his naked little pet prepare his bath.  He was so proud of her and how she took extra care in making sure the temperature was just right.  This woman was going to make a great mother one day. Damn, there was that thought again; he couldn’t seem to shake it from his mind. "Your bath is ready, Sir." Kane walked over, and placed a sweet little peck on her pouty lips.  "Thanks, my pet." Climbing in and sitting down in the hot, but soothing water, then lying back against the back of the tub, he looked at his pet and announced,   "You may begin washing me." Ara picked up a washcloth and some soap, and began washing his neck and chest.  When finished, she washed his good arm, and then carefully washed the injured one.  She moved to the end of the tub, lifted his foot and leg, and began to wash each one, taking care to not only wash, but to massage them as she went along.  She knew she had not washed her favorite section, but she wanted to leave that for last. "This girl is going to wash your hair, Sir, so, if you would please, bend down." Kane complied, wondering why she did not wash his cock, which was already hard enough to fuck her into next week.  She carefully poured water over his head and then he felt her delicate fingers as they began to massage his scalp with shampoo, damn that felt good .  The last time someone, other than his stylist, massaged his scalp was Rosa when he was a little boy.  Fuck, it felt so good, that he might have to have her do it each week during their sessions. "Lean your head back so this girl can rinse it out, please."  Ara whispered. He leaned his head back carefully as she used the retractable shower head to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.  Once finished, Kane raised his head and looked into her lustful brown eyes; she was so beautiful. He could not believe that she wanted to spend the rest of her life as not only his submissive and wife, but also his partner in running the family.  Damn, he was lucky. Then he felt her soapy hand, as it wrapped around his cock, washing and stroking it. "Oh, baby, that feels so fucking good! Climb in and place him in his home." Ara smiled a little smile and climbed into the tub.  Mindful of Kane's arm, she placed her legs over his hips and straddled him.  Easing up, she placed his turgid length into its willing home. Raising and lowering again and again, feeling him fill every inch of her, had her on the brink of her orgasm.  "Please, Sir, may this girl cum?" "Yes...Cum.  Cum hard on my cock!"  Kane moaned. And as soon as the words left his lips, Ara's walls clamped down over and over again, and, after a few seconds, Kane's orgasm followed, shooting his cum deep into her womb.  "I love you so fucking much." "I love you."  Ara cried. Kane wrapped his one good arm around her, and held her to his chest, enjoying their connection.  Their hearts beat as one, their breaths as one, and their souls joined for all eternity. "We need to get up.  I need to change your bandage and you need to take your meds."  Ara said after a few minutes. "I don't want to," he pouted. Ara chuckled; Kane was such as baby.  Who would have guessed the big bad Don/Dom whined like a two year old.  "Come on, baby, I'll take good care of you." "Really?" "Yes." Ara took great care in removing the bandage and inspecting the wound, looking for any signs of infection.  Putting the ointment on it, she carefully covered it back up. She reached for the prescription bottles that contained the antibiotic and the painkillers.  "Here you go." She said, holding out the two pills. "What is this?" "Kane, take them."  Ara said forcibly. Kane stuck out his hand and Ara dropped the pills into it.  Popping them into his mouth, he quickly grabbed the glass of water that Ara had ready for him.  He hated taking pills, but the look on Ara’s face told him she was not going to take no for an answer. They began to get ready for their day.  Ara was going to start her training today, first with Rosa, and then with Nazario.  Hand to hand practice was going to begin tomorrow. Dressing in jeans and a T-shirt the pair looked like any other couple, not the next power couple of the West Coast. When they arrived downstairs, Janetta was busy in the kitchen making breakfast, while Erik and Ben were sitting at the island, fighting over the baseball game from last night. "Well, you look better than you did last night."  Erik snickered. "Shut the fuck up.  I was shot, asshole."  Kane snapped. "Fine.  What is on the agenda today?"  Erik asked. "We are going to my parents’; Ara is starting her training." "Sweet.  So who is teaching you to shoot? I can show you a thing or two." "That's okay, Erik; I have an expert doing my training."  Ara snickered. "Who?"  Erik questioned.  He was clueless as to whom it could be. "Oh, you’ll see," she responded with a smirk on her face. Breakfast was served and, as the group was getting ready to leave, Ara told Janetta that they would be having guests for dinner this evening. "Fuck, baby, who?"  Kane whined. He had wanted to come home and take her to his playroom to practice the rope work that they would be performing on Saturday.  With his injury, he was going to have to adjust his original plans. He had originally planned to suspend Ara after tying her up, but he could not do it with his injured arm.  So he would have to demonstrate more experienced rope knots that would bring a submissive pain, but great pleasure at the same time. His only concern was that Ara would have to be naked to make some of the knots correctly, and he did not want any other man seeing her.  Her body was his and his alone. "Kane, we invited Katrina and Uriel over for dinner, remember?" "Oh yeah, I forgot."  Kane said while leaning over to Ara's ear and whispering.  "But I wanted to practice for the party tonight in the playroom." "Really?"  Ara felt the thrill of excitement at the mention of the playroom and the party.  "That’ll have to wait, but we have tomorrow and the next night," she reminded him. "Well, then, I’m looking forward to it," he smirked. Kane and Ara went out to the car and were on their way to Leone Estate.  Once there they noticed a stronger guard presence. They were quickly ushered into the house, where Nazario and Rosa met them. "Kane, you look good."  Nazario said, giving his son a hug, being careful not to touch his injured arm. "Thanks, it still hurts, but nothing I can't deal with." "Are you taking your medicine, baby?"  Rosa asked with concern. "Yes."  Kane grunted. "Rosa, he doesn't like to take it, but I am making sure he does," Ara stated, while giving Rosa a knowing glance. "He has always been that way.  Hell, as a small child, I had to hide his medicine in his favorite pudding." "What, you tricked me?"  Kane gasped in shock over his mother’s revelation. "Yes."  She responded unashamedly. "Not fair."  Again with the whining. "Get over it.  Now, Ara, dear, come; let's get started."  Rosa gushed, as she reached for Ara’s arm, linked it with hers, and began to lead her to the private shooting range in the basement of the house.  Kane began to follow, but Rosa turned and told him that she did not need him. "But, Mom!"  He whined. Ara was seriously hoping that all this whining was a byproduct of the medication, otherwise, she may have to punish him for his behavior. "Go hang out with your Dad, Kane.  We women will be fine." "But…"  Kane interrupted. " Kane, go with your father right the fuck now! "  Rosa yelled, using a tone that Kane knew all too well ended the discussion. "Kane, Son, come on and let's watch some TV."  Nazario said, knowing that Kane was pushing his luck with Rosa.  Nazario might be one tough, mean motherfucker Don, but he knew when not to cross his lovely bride, especially when she was getting her guns out. "Fine," Kane sulked. While Kane and Nazario went into the media room, the girls got settled down in the gun range. Rosa had selected several guns to start Ara out with.  She would start with the lowest caliber and work her way up. Putting on their protective eyewear, Rosa showed Ara how to properly remove and put on the safety.  She started out Ara’s lesson using a Smith and Wesson Model 41, 22 caliber pistol, which was great for first time shooters, as well as target shooting. She instructed Ara in how to use the magazine release to load and unload the gun, and then she demonstrated to her the proper stance, and how to aim the weapon at the target.  Lastly, she instructed her to inhale to steady her aim and to exhale to squeeze the trigger. This would make a huge difference in the accuracy of the shot. Placing the target on its holder and sending it out 15 feet, Rosa had Ara put on her ear protection and take her position. Handing her the 22 caliber pistol, which had less kick back when fired, Rosa was hoping to give Ara some confidence shooting before introducing her to guns with more power and kick. Ara tried to remember everything that Rosa had said and took her first shot, which ended up far to the right of the target.  Shit. She took a moment, reviewed her stance, relaxed her shoulders, aimed at the target, and used her breathing to steady the gun and fired her next shot, which was dead on. "I did it!"  Ara exclaimed, keeping her weapon pointed down towards the floor. "You sure did.  Let’s see you do it again."  Rosa said proudly. Again Ara took her shots, focusing on everything she did prior to make sure she hit the target, and she did, repeatedly striking the target in a close-knit pattern.  Rosa was shocked at how well Ara was doing for her first time. She was really good. Over the next hour, Rosa instructed Ara in several other guns, and had Ara practice with each one, familiarizing her with the feel of each one, and the adjustments needed to counter any kick back.  With each weapon, Ara hit the target dead on. "Ara, honey, you are excellent."  Rosa said, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one else was around, she whispered in Ara’s ear, "You may be even better than Kane, but don't tell him; I’m not sure his ego could handle it." Ara laughed, yes, she certainly did understand that.  She was so excited that she had impressed Rosa. She hoped that if she was ever in a situation where she had to use her weapon, she would remember how. Rosa decided to make the practice a little more realistic, and handed Ara a small 9mm handgun with a silencer attached.  "This is my gift to you. Keep it on yourself at all times, and remember everything you have learned today, remove the safety, take aim, and release a breath when you take your shot." "Oh, Rosa thank you so much."  Ara truly appreciated having Rosa not only to instruct her in her weapons training, and the gift of the gun she gave her, but also for thinking of her as a daughter. "Come over as often as you want and practice.  You can never practice too much,” Rosa emphasized. "I will." Ara responded "Good, now let's go see what the men are up to."  After properly securing the weapons, and cleaning up the practice area, Rosa and Ara went to check on their men. When they arrived upstairs, they were met by Erik.  “Ara, when are you going to start training?" Erik asked. "Already finished."  She responded with a smile. "Really, who trained you?"  He asked, looking behind Rosa and Ara to see who the firearms instructor was. "Erik, Rosa taught me." Erik shook his head in disbelief, Rosa Leone taught Ara how to shoot, how was that possible? "Erik, dear, don't overthink it.  I'll let Ara give you a demonstration one day, okay?” Rosa responded as she patted him on his shoulder. "Okay, I guess."  Although Erik was totally flabbergasted that Rosa was instructing Ara. Ara and Rosa found the boys in the media room watching a Mariners game and yelling at the screen.  Ara walked over and kissed Kane on the cheek. When she pulled away, he looked up with his green eyes shining brightly and gave her one of his signature smiles, one side of his mouth raised higher than the other side with his full pouty lips closed. "All done?"  He asked. "Yes,” she responded, rubbing his shoulders. "How did you do?"  Kane looked between his mother and Ara. "Oh, Kane, I had so much fun. Rosa said I'm excellent.  Can you believe that?" Ara eagerly said. "That is great, baby.  I cannot wait to see you shoot; I bet you are sexy as hell."  Kane said as he thought about Ara holding and shooting a gun. Fuck the image in his head was making him hard and his need for her increased with every second that the thought remained. "Baby, are you okay? You look a little flushed."  Ara asked. "Yeah, just a little warm in here.  So, what is next?" "Ara and I are going to go over the family business."  Nazario proudly said, excited over sharing his knowledge with her.  "And before you ask, Kane, yes, you can come." Kane’s face then broke out into a full, somewhat goofy, smile.  Chanting repeatedly in his head. "I get to go. I get to go." There was no doubt in Ara’s mind that he was definitely feeling the effects of his pain meds. They went up to Nazario’s office and spent the next several hours going over the family business, both legal and illegal.  Ara asked many questions, as did Kane; with Nazario’s help, they worked up some ideas on how to make the upcoming transition as smooth as possible.  The Leone family was preparing for the change and Kane and Ara hoped that there would not be too much bloodshed when it happened. They discussed the plans to carry out Kurtus’ hit, and how to deal with Sebastian.  They knew that they needed to maintain clear heads and handle the hit discreetly, but they needed to come up with a way to kill the motherfucker and without incurring a response from the Morotti family members that were still loyal to Kurtus and Sebastian.                                                           ~~~~~*~~~~~ Meanwhile, across town, Sebastian was sitting in his father's office.  He needed his father to sign some documents and since the asshole refused to turn over the family to him and Kurtus, he had to make the trip to the old man. "Sebastian, I need to ask you a question?"  Zachary asked, hoping to get some information he could use when the time came to turn over the family to Kane and Ara. "Sure, what’s up?"  Sebastian scuffed. "Do you know anything about a hit being put out on the Leone family?"  Zachary watched Sebastian carefully as he waited for his response. Sebastian maintained a calm exterior, but inside he was cussing up a storm.  How the hell did he find out about that? Keeping his expression calm, he looked his father in the eye and responded, "No." "Really?  Because your name, along with Kurtus’, came up from a source in a possible hit being placed on the Leone family." "Well, Father, this is news to me.  I don't know anything about it. You and I both know that something like that would have to come directly from you, as you are still the Boss of this family." "That’s correct, son, I am still the boss, and I better not find out that you have gone behind my back and committed any acts against the Leones that was not approved or directed by me.  Do I make myself clear? Vi ricorderete il tuo posto in questa famiglia ." (You will remember your place in this family.) "Yes, Father,” Sebastian sneered. "Okay.  Here are the documents; make sure Kurtus is aware of this conversation."  Zachary barked. Sebastian turned and walked out of the office, burning up inside with rage.  Damn, he wanted to take the old man out right this minute, but he knew that he needed to stick to the plan that he and Kurtus had worked.  The Leones needed to be the ones to take the fall. As he walked out of the building, his phone rang. "Hello?" "Dad, the asshole is still alive."  Kurtus hissed into the phone. "Fuck, did Waylon miss?"  Sebastian could not believe this was happening. "No, but he only shot Kane in the arm, before Kane's second rushed Waylon." "Fuck, where is Waylon now?"  Sebastian had a suspicion that he was probably dead. "Don't know.  The lookout said that he was taken."  Kurtus was just as irritated as his father. "Fuck, I hope he keeps his mouth shut."  Sebastian said, secretly hoping that he would squeal like a pig.  It had taken years but they had finally swayed Waylon over to their side.  They had planted documentation that Nazario Leone had killed Waylon’s mother and covered it up.  But, in reality, she died of a heart attack, while Waylon was out of the country on family business.  Sebastian had a friend in the hospital who provided him with fake medical documentation that proved what Sebastian was saying was true.  Once they had Waylon hating the Leones, it was easy to get him to stay hidden in the family and give information to Sebastian and Kurtus.  They gave him promises of money and becoming Kurtus’ second, but, as soon as Zachary and the Leones were dead, Waylon would be taken out. "Well, we need to step up security, in case he ran his mouth." "Okay, rally all the family members loyal to us.  And also I need you find out everything you can on Kane Leone's girlfriend."  Sebastian wanted all his bases covered. And having Kane’s girlfriend as a trophy wouldn’t hurt either. "Kane Leone doesn't do girlfriends; he only does submissives."  Kurtus said wondering who the fuck his dad was talking about. When he was still a member at Diamond Knots, he had witnessed the type of women that Kane Leone had around him.  All were submissive and nothing more. "Well, it looks like he does now, so find out who she is."  Sebastian was wondering why in the hell he had to explain this to Kurtus.  He should have been on top of this type of information. Sebastian hung up the phone and looked out at the busy street.  Deep inside, he knew that there was something different about this girl, and he needed to know what it was, and quick.   Chapter 24   Kane and Ara arrived back home after a long and tiresome afternoon discussing family business with Nazario.  They had gone back and forth on planning out the hit on Kurtus, but each scenario held too many negative aspects for success.  This needed to be perfectly planned and executed to ensure complete success and eliminating additional bloodshed, unless it was Sebastian’s.  Nazario had been worried about Ara's reaction to the thought of the family’s plotting to kill her biological father, but Ara appeased Nazario’s mind when she told him that Sebastian was not her father, only a sperm donor.  She informed Nazario that, as of late, she felt a daughterly bond with only one man. Nazario was confused and questioned her about it. In response, Ara smiled gloriously when she proclaimed that the man was indeed Nazario himself.  In the end, they had decided to shelf their planning with regards to Kurtus and Sebastian in order to think more about it and reach the right decision. When Kane and Ara arrived home, the apartment was bursting with delicious smells from the dinner that Janetta was preparing. Kane and Ara went straight upstairs to shower and get ready for their company. Ara was anxiously looking forward to seeing Katrina.  It seemed like ages since she and Katrina just sat down or had girl time together.  She missed her friend and couldn't wait to talk her about the wedding plans. Rosa had assured Ara that with her generous amount of contacts, she was sure that Ara would have the wedding of her dreams, regardless of the limited time constraints.  Ara was like any other woman who had grown up with dreams of her ideal wedding. Strangely enough, hers had always been steeped in Italian traditions, a multitude of flowers, and delicate lace. After a quick dirty romp in the shower, Kane and Ara got dressed for dinner.  Kane put on a pair of Armani dress pants, a crisp white shirt, leaving the top buttons open and showing off his chest hair and the matching Armani blazer.  He came out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel, and tried without success to tame his locks with a brush. He finally gave up and settled for what Ara referred to as the “sex hair” look. Ara, on the other hand, hadn’t chosen an outfit yet, but was simply enjoying perusing the new wardrobe that Kane had purchased for her.  Dressing up had never been on the top of Ara’s list of fun things to do, but now she had a closet full of outfits to select from. Every item was stylish, yet flattering to her body’s curves, with a hint of sexiness.  She was dying to surprise Katrina with her outfit, showing her that she could be stylish without having to lean on her for assistance. Ara chose the Jitrois leather sleeveless dress. It was very form fitting made of butter-soft leather, halterneck, and ribbed top.  When Kane had seen it on her, he demanded for her to get it because, as he put it, "YOU LOOK FUCKING HOT!" Of course the price of the dress nearly gave her a heart attack, but Kane just scoffed it off; apparently $6,750 was a reasonable price for quality apparel in his world.  The shoes that she purchased for the dress were a pair of Gianvito Rossi Apulia ankle strap high heel sandal. They were made of smooth black suede with a clear vamp and silver pointed silver toe. Ara decided to pull her hair up into a high ponytail and do a smoky eye effect with blood red lipstick.  When she walked out of the bathroom, she found Kane sitting in the same chair that he had fallen asleep in last night, looking good enough to eat.  Damn, why were they having company. "Fuck, Mrs. Leone, you look too damn sexy to share."  Kane moaned. "I'm not Mrs. Leone yet, kind sir."  She responded with flushed cheeks. "To me, you are, and always will be.  Which reminds me, I need to schedule a meeting with Iezekiel tomorrow and revise my will." "Revise your will?  Why?" Ara questioned. "Baby, after the close call we with Waylon yesterday, I realized that I hadn't made plans in the event that something happened to me.  I want to take care of you, always, and I don’t want you to ever have to worry about money." Ara walked over to Kane and wrapped her arms around him tightly.  "Please don't say things like that. It causes my heart to ache. I don't think I could live without you." "Believe me, I don't want to leave you, baby, but I want to take care of you always,” he whispered. "Promise me, Kane, promise me that you will always fight to stay with me."  Ara cried. "With everything I have, I promise, Sweetheart."  He vowed. "Good."  Ara would hold him to that promise, and put those morbid thoughts away. "Come, let's go down, and get ready for our guests."  Kane said, kissing her on the top of head and taking her hand. When they arrived downstairs, they found that Janetta had already set the dining room table, and from the aromas wafting in from the kitchen, dinner was ready.  Just then, the doorbell rang, announcing that Uriel and Katrina had arrived. Kane checked the state of the art security monitor by the door to confirm that it was Uriel and Katrina, then unlocked and opened the door.  As soon as the door was opened, he was attacked by Katrina. "How fucking dare you beat him up.  I don't fucking care who you are, look at what you did to him, you asshole.  I have a right mind to shoot you in the nuts for causing him so much pain." Katrina seethed. Ara couldn't believe what she was hearing; there was no way in hell, Katrina or not, that anyone was going to threaten her man.  She quickly came around Kane and grabbed Katrina by the arm, pulling it hard and dragging her away from Kane. "Katrina, have you lost your fucking mind?  Kane had every right to do what he did. Uriel’s main duty is his responsibility to cover all the bases, and cover Kane’s back at all times, and, lately, he has dropped the ball more than once.  So you need to shut your mouth and never, and I mean never, threaten Kane again or you will have to deal with me." Ara stated with a tone of finality that even caused Kane and Uriel to slightly quiver in their shoes. Katrina eyes grew wide, and her jaw dropped.  She was stunned in disbelief that this commanding woman in front of her was once her sweet and timid friend, Ara.  What had happened in the past week? "Have I made myself clear, Katrina?"  Ara gritted through teeth, raising one of her eyebrows. "Yes."  Katrina whispered. "Good, now come in so we can enjoy the rest of our evening." Kane was so fucking proud of Ara.  She had stood up for him to her best friend and even fucking threatened her with harm.  Fuck, she was going to be one bad ass little Donna, and a dauntless protector of the family.  Everyone was going to worship the ground that she walked on, because she was going to be the ideal Donna. Uriel walked in, looking ashamed at what had just transpired.  He had thought Katrina had gotten over it before they left home, but he now knew she hadn't.  As soon as Katrina and Ara were out of hearing, he looked over to Kane. "I am sorry about that.  I told her that it was my fault, but she wouldn't let it go. I promise to talk to her again about it when we get home." "See that you do.  I don't want her undermining my decisions, or influencing your actions."  Kane said, looking dead in Uriel's eyes. "Get control of her, and do it quickly." "Yes, sir."  Uriel responded. "Alright, enough about that, let's go find our ladies." Thankfully, Ara and Katrina had made up, and the rest of the evening was spent laughing and talking about the wedding.  Katrina did eventually apologize to Kane for her behavior, and he accepted. The conversation turned to the upcoming Munch party, and they decided Katrina would come over and get ready with Ara.  Kane knew that, with this being her first Munch party and the first time being seen in public in a Dominant/submissive relationship, Ara would be nervous. Since Katrina was experienced in the community for several years, she could help Ara with any questions she might have.  Ara also wanted to call Brook to see if she also would like to come over, making it a girls’ night. As the saying goes, the more the merrier. "Has Kane selected your outfit yet?"  Katrina asked, knowing that the Dominant would be the only one to pick out what his submissive would wear out in public to this type of event.  Master Uriel had already chosen a beautiful pink corset that had a pink sheer dress attached with embroidered pink flowers for her, and her mask was pink with white feathers.  Master Uriel was going to wear all black, complete with a black satin mask. Just thinking about him and the upcoming Munch Party made her become very aroused. Kane shook his head no.  He knew an outfit that he thought Ara would look fucking spectacular in, but the problem was her tits and pussy would be clearly on display, and that was something he was struggling with.  With his other submissives, he never minded them showing off their assets, but Ara wasn't just his submissive, she was his future wife and the future co-leader of the family. Since a large group of the family was part of the community, he wasn’t willing to put her on display for all to see.  Her submission was nothing to be ashamed about, because it was a beautiful gift, but her being nearly naked publicly was almost too much for Kane to handle. "I’m still thinking about it, but I will make sure that she has her outfit in time to be ready."  Kane explained. "Uriel, why don't we let the girls have some alone time to talk about us behind our backs, while we go have a whiskey and cigar?" "Sure, sounds great."  Uriel was all too willing to avoid further talk of outfits. Ara and Katrina got up from the table and headed to the living room to talk about the wedding.  Ara informed Katrina that she wanted her as her maid of honor, Brook, and Jane as bridesmaids, along with Kane's cousins, Becky and Elizabeth.  Ara was sticking to the outline of a traditional Italian wedding as close as possible. They decided to get to with Rosa and start shopping for Ara's gown, which, as every woman knows, is the most important part of the wedding.  However, as they talked about the wedding, Ara's mind was swirling with thoughts of the ceremony where she and Kane would be crowned the next leaders of the family. She didn't know what to expect, but she was sure that Nazario and Zachary would inform them of all details.  However, she knew that she couldn't discuss anything about that ceremony to Katrina, because, even though she was her best friend, she still was not a part of the family. Meanwhile, Kane and Uriel had retired to his office for that drink and cigar.   Picking up the bottle of Jameson reminded him of his friend Sean O'Leary, Don of the Irish mafia in Boston, who gave him the bottle as a birthday present last year.  He had met Sean at one of the meetings he attended with his and Sean's father. Yes, they may be in the same business, and, traditionally, would normally be rival families, however that was not the case.  The O'Leary family maintained their business on the east coast, while the Leones claimed the west coast. It was little known that the Leones had helped the O'Leary family with a situation a few years back.  Sean's sister came to UW to go to school and one evening, while she was at a party, a bunch of frat boys grabbed her and dragged her into a back room where they proceeded to beat and rape her. Her bodyguard had been tricked into leaving, and when he finally realized what had happened, he rushed back to find her unconscious and bleeding.  He called Sean, who was livid and needed someone to assist immediately. He knew of the Leone family’s integrity, and called Kane. Kane had just finished a scene with his submissive at the time, and was relaxing when he got the call. He quickly jumped up and headed to Sean’s sister and her bodyguard.  The sight of little Maggie almost made him throw up, but he used the rage that coursed through his body for a better purpose. He turned on the charm and was quickly told by a group of girls, who they had seen with Maggie and where they could be found. Kane called in reinforcements and soon the boys were bound and gagged in the warehouse, where Kane’s men took turns beating and raping them with a broomstick.  The boys cried and begged to be let go, but Kane just sneered at them. He was biding time until Sean arrived, because he had the right to finish off the fuckers. When the boys passed out in pain, Uriel injected them with cocaine to wake them up and then continued the torture. Muffled screams echoed off the warehouse walls as Kane pulled off each one of their fingernails, and then nailed their cocks to the chairs they were strapped to.  When Sean and his men arrived, he was happy to see that Kane had been having a good time with the assholes. The pain they felt was nothing to the pain that his sweet sister had to endure and had to live with for the rest of her life.  Pulling out the knife that, ironically, Kane had given him when he took over his family, Sean walked over and, without a word, cut each one of the boys’ cocks off and threw them on the floor, and then, without a second thought, pulled his gun and shot each one between the eyes.  He wanted it over with quickly so he could get to Maggie and take care of her. Sure, he would have loved to torture them more, but Kane had done a wonderful job, and he would always be in his debt. "Kane, are you okay?"  Uriel asked. "Yeah, sorry, I was thinking about Sean," he responded. "Oh, have you heard from him lately?" "No, but he will be invited to the wedding for sure." "Good, now tell me what is bothering you?"  Uriel was certain he was remembering the time they had helped Sean out with the incident involving Sean’s sister. "Nothing."  Kane hedged. "Sure....Come on, tell me.  I know when something isn't right." "Fuck, it’s the outfit for Ara, okay?  I don't know what to do or why choosing one is so hard.  I have never had a problem selecting something for my submissive for this type party." "Well, Kane, for one thing, she is not just your submissive, she is your everything.  Yes, Ara is your submissive, but she is also your future wife and mother of your children."  Uriel said, and then stopped, looking around to make sure they were alone. Assuring that they were, he continued.  "But she is also the woman who will be helping you to run the family, and in doing so, she needs to have a level of professionalism.  We both know that if she is dressed in one of the outfits that you normally dressed your subs, she will most likely never be taken seriously.  This union of families is going to be faced with oppositions; this is one thing that you can prevent." Kane listened to what Uriel had to say, and knew he was absolutely right.  Ara has never been ‘just a submissive’, she was something else from the moment he saw her at Uriel's feet and, as much as he liked the chain outfit that he had wanted to present her in, he decided he needed something less provocative, yet still sexy.  "Thanks, man, glad to have you back watching out for me." "Thanks for giving me the opportunity to prove that I am worth chance.  Now let's go back to our girls, and see what they have come up with for this wedding." Kane and Uriel found the girls giggling and talking about something to do with the tablescape, whatever the fuck that was. "Katrina, my little pet, we need to get home."  Uriel said, lustfully looking at her. Leaning over and whispering to her.  "We have a punishment to take care of." Katrina's eyes widened, punishment, why?  But she knew better than question her Master.  As any good Dominant, he would explain the reason for the punishment before beginning.  In the beginning of their relationship, she was on the punishment bench more often than not, but over time she became more attuned with him and their relationship became stronger and stronger.  "Yes Sir." Uriel and Katrina left and Kane and Ara spent the rest of the evening bound together in their bed, shifting from slow, sweet love making, to hard, mind blowing fucking; it didn't matter which one, each brought the couple closer together. The next day was filled with hand to hand training for Ara with Uriel.  As easy as gun training was for Ara, hand to hand literally knocked her on her ass over and over again.  Finally, Uriel saw what was causing the problem and after a small foot placement adjustment, she was able to at least stay on her feet.  Well, one can't be perfect in everything. Once she was back home, and after having a long soaking hot bath, Kane wanted Ara ready in the playroom. Ara prepared herself for the playroom, even though she knew it was only rope practice, this was still her Dominant’s room, and, as his submissive, she needed to be in the right mindset for it.  Braiding her hair into a long ponytail and slipping on the white lace panties that he had left on the bed, she walked to the door of the playroom. Before turning the handle, she took in a deep cleansing breath, and then turned the handle and walked in.  Taking her waiting position on the spot her Dominant had specified, she made sure that her legs were spread open with her hands onto the top of them, her back straight, her shoulders back, and, lastly, her head bowed down; she was ready. Even though she knew what was going to happen, the excitement of being in the room coursed through her.  In this room she was not Ara White, the future wife of Kane Leone, the future Donna of the Leone/Morotti crime families; in here, she was Dominant Kane’s submissive, and her only thoughts and desires were to serve him. Kane walked in the room only wearing his worn jeans.  There, in the designated spot, was his pet in perfect waiting position.  Carrying the specialized rope, he dropped it to the floor, causing her to jump.  God, he loved doing that; it was a trick that most Dominants used. It never got old. "Stand, my pet." Ara quickly rose to her feet, but continued to keep her head bowed. "Perfect, my pet. Today we will work on the rope work that we will demonstrate on Saturday.  I need for you to be vocal; you must let me know when and if the rope is too tight or too loose.  Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir.  This girl understands." "Great.  Let's get started. What are your colors, my pet?" “Green, yellow, and red Sir,” Ara answered confidently. “And your color now, my pet?” “Green, Sir,” she responded. Over the next hour, Kane tied the specialized knots, making adjustments due to the limited use of his arm.  He started out with the Katate kubi shibari (single wrist binding) and worked up to the Renkou tejou shibari (Prisoner handcuff binding).   He began the Koutou ushiro te shibari (hands behind the head tie), while he made sure that she was comfortable. "Yes, Sir, it feels wonderful.  This girl is green, Sir," Ara sighed, loving the feeling of the rope cutting into her skin. Kane left her panties on, because, during the demonstrations, she would be wearing a thong and a pair of pasties, then he started the process of Mata nawa shibari (crotch rope tie). When he finished the last knot, he looked up and saw that Ara's mouth was opened slightly and she was panting.  His little pet was becoming turned on. Taking the rope that tightened the others, he pulled it slightly, which caused the knots on either side of her pussy to pull tighter. "Mmmm…."  Ara moaned. "You like that, my pet?" "Yes, Sir...So good." "How about now?"  Kane said as he pulled the rope tighter. With that pull, the ropes pulled on her pussy even more. The combination of the pulling and tightness of rope as well as just being in the playroom, Ara knew that she was about to orgasm.  "Sir, this girl needs to cum." "Oh, you do, do you?  Well, don't. You are not allowed to cum until I tell you."  Kane smirked. “What is your color, my pet?” “Green Sir,” she panted. Picking up the next section of rope, he continued his binding.  Normally, he would do some type of suspension, but that was out of the question, so he decided to do Chokuritsu fudou ippon shibari (upright standing binding).  He carefully tied each knot, and when he stepped back, he was so fucking pleased with how she looked.  As he once again pulled on the rope that tightened the knots around her pussy, Ara let out a scream. "Too tight? What is your color?"  Kane asked, afraid that he had pulled too much. "No, Sir, green, Sir; this girl needs to cum so bad." "Oh, my pet, you have done so well, so cum, CUM NOW!" With her Dominant telling her to cum, her walls contracted and the waves of orgasm pulsed through her.  It was so much that her knees gave way, but, before she hit the floor, she was wrapped in Kane’s good arm. "I've got you, pet.  Oh, I've got you, my special little pet."  Kane cooed. "Thank you, Sir," she panted. "Come, let's get these ropes off, and have a bath." After the ropes were removed, and a warm soaking bath was poured, the couple settled in for a time of relaxation and discussion.  Kane was pleased to see that Ara had enjoyed the rope knots so much. He knew that, after Saturday, he would enjoy exploring more rope play with her in his playroom.  In there, he wouldn't have to worry about someone seeing too much of her; being naked was the best way to enjoy the knots. After their bath, they returned to the room, where Kane laid on his back and let Ara take the lead in pleasuring him, and take the lead she did.  Taking his hard cock into her warm wet mouth, she began to lick, suck, and savor every second, returning the pleasure to her Dominant. "Baby, please I want to cum in your hot little pussy...Please?"  Kane pleaded. Ara took one more suck as she released with him with a loud pop.  Smiling like a Cheshire cat, she crawled up his tight fit body, and aligned herself over his hard cock before she lowered herself down over him, relishing every glorious inch.  His cock was a so long and thick, it filled her pussy in ways she could have only dreamt about before. Riding Kane hard and fast, her orgasm came quickly, causing her walls to clench around his cock, which, in turn, caused Kane to  pulse long streams of cum deep inside her. Ara lay on top of Kane, not wanting to lose the connection, but knowing they couldn't stay this way forever. Damn, it would be a great idea.                                                         ~~~~~*~~~~~ Kurtus was pacing around his apartment having just finished a round in his playroom, or, as he thought of it, his dungeon of pain.  His current submissive was bound, gagged, and locked away in a cage for his use later on in the evening. Pouring a large tumbler of vodka and downing it, he sat back and enjoyed the burn of the liquid as it traveled down his throat into his stomach; damn that felt good.   As he relaxed, his phone sounded with an incoming call. As he looked at the screen, he saw it was Pero, his soon-to-be Capo, once he took over the family. "Hello, Pero." "Kurtus, I have the information you wanted on the girl that is hanging out with Kane Leone." "Great, let’s have it," he ordered as he poured himself another drink. "Name is Arabella Marie White, but goes by Ara.  Her parents are Mave and Luna White. Mave is a pig in a one stop light town about four hours from here and Luna is in Phoenix.  Ara graduated in May from UW. She worked at a coffee shop part-time and then she was hired by Diamond Knotts as a server. Kane and she have been seen around the city on several occasions, as well as going into Leone Towers, where Kane has moved his offices." "Did you say Diamond Knotts?"  Kurtus questioned, wondering if he had seen her there before he was kicked out.  Fucking Kane Leone pulled his damn gun on him over a damn woman. Shit, if one was to kill someone; they had better make sure the person is worth it, and definitely not over some pussy. "Yes, but my source said they haven't seen her there since her first night.  He said he saw her in the beginning of the evening and then there was some type of disagreement, Kane pulled out his gun, and then he carried her off to one of the private rooms." "FUCK!"  Kurtus yelled; she was the girl he grabbed. "What is wrong, boss?" "Nothing.  Do you have anything else?" "No, but I will keep looking." "Good.  Call me as soon as you get anything else.  Now, how are the plans going for taking out Zachary?" "Good.  His car is going to be serviced on the first of August, I have made the final installment payment to the mechanic, and he knows he will get the rest when the work is done and that the evidence points to the Leones.  We were lucky to get the fingerprints that we need to plant on it." "So, I could be taking over by the first week of August? That is great.  You know what to do once I'm in office?" "Yes, take out the mechanic."  Pero said, knowing that anyone who knew the plan wouldn’t be left alive.  He hoped that he would survive this change of command, since he was also a part of the plan.   Chapter 25   Early the next morning, Kane and Ara were lying in their bed, relaxing, and enjoying the closeness of each other.  He never knew that this simple act could be so special and fulfilling. Just over a week ago, he was kicking ass and chasing pussy; if anyone had asked, he would have said he was happy.  However, after meeting Ara, his entire world turned on its axis 180 degrees. Looking back, he realized he was not at all happy, but just going through the motions.  He couldn't wait to be bound to this woman in every form possible. He needed to contact Peter and begin planning the collaring ceremony.  This would astound those close to him, as well as the members of the club.  He had never shown any inclination to collaring any of his previous subs, but that was because he had never felt the connection he had with his Ara.  She had occupied every corner of his heart and mind. The collaring ceremony was of significant importance in the BDSM community, and was a union that the Dominant and submissive did not enter into lightly. As Ara lightly caressed his chest, rubbing her delicate fingers across his sternum over to his peck, drawing a heart shape over the area where his heart was located; his thoughts once again took him again to the Munch party, and what he was going to get Ara to wear.  After his conversation with Uriel, he realized that there was no way he could permit Ara be on full display the way his previous submissives had been at such events. So he had to determine not only the which outfit she was to wear to the party itself, but also which outfit she going to wear during the demonstration.  The more he thought about his usual choice in outfits for his submissives, the more disgruntled he became about the idea of displaying her in just pasties and a thong. He knew he could cancel their demonstration, but this event had come to mean so much to Ara. This was Ara’s opportunity to announce to the community that she was Kane Leone’s submissive.  Her desires of finally belonging to a Dominant were a dream that was finally being realized, and he wanted to ensure that it was special. Fuck, why was this so hard? "Baby, what is wrong?"  Ara asked as she lovingly cupped the side of his face. Kane instinctively moved his face closer to her hand, and the overwhelming feeling of love and devotion.  "Just having a difficult time deciding what you should wear to the Munch." "Why?  You know I trust you implicitly to choose something that will be appropriate." "I know, and I appreciate your trust.  It's just that I am having second thoughts about the demonstration." Ara looked at him, slightly bewildered.  Thoughts of inadequacy crept in, and she wondered if she had performed badly during their practice, causing him to want to cancel the demonstration.  Was it because he didn't want to be embarrassed by her as his submissive? So many negative thoughts were swirling in her mind, causing her to swallow back the tears that were threatening to spill over.  She looked deep into his forest green eyes trying to decipher his reasoning. Feeling as though she was failing him, she immediately apologized, "I am so sorry, I promise to do better during our demonstration." Now Kane was very confused.  Why was she apologizing? And what did she mean ‘do better’? Her practice session was flawless.  Looking into Ara’s eyes, he questioned, "What are you talking about?" "You don't want to do the demonstration because I was inadequate during the practice session.  I'm sorry Kane, I listened to every command, but I must have missed something and..." Ara could no longer hold back her tears. Kane wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her close.  "Hey, hey, where is this coming from? Baby, you were perfect; it is me that is having problem, and it is not with your performance. I just can't get past the idea of other men looking at you." "Really?"  Bela was starting to feel some relief at this confession. "Oh, sweet girl, yes.  You are the most important person to me, Ara, and I must admit that I do not want to share you with others on such an intimate level." Ara pulled back, and, once again, looked at Kane.  "You know that I trust you with everything that I am, and if you don't want to do the demonstration, I will understand, and be fine with your choice." "Fuck, baby, it’s not that I don’t want to do it, but I’m not willing to have you exposed on that level." "Okay.  I do understand what you are saying.  Maybe we can come up with a solution." "Maybe."  Kane said as he kissed her pouty lips.  Just as he thought about making love to her, his phone rang. When he saw who was calling, he had to chuckle. "Baby, I want you to remain quiet until I tell you to, okay?” he snickered. "Okay." Kane pushed to answer the call.  "Hello." "Eddie, my boy, how the fuck are you?" came a gruff voice over the phone. "I’m well, Grandfather, how are you?" he responded, while smiling at Ara. "Well, I am pretty fucking pissed right now, my boy. I just found out that my grandson is getting married, and the little shit couldn’t even pick up the phone, and call his grandfather to give him a heads up." "Grandfather, I am sorry.  A lot of shit has happened recently, but I was going to call." "Sure you were.  Now, tell me about the girl.  She better fucking be Italian." "Yes, Grandfather, she is full blooded Italian and the most beautiful, warm, caring person you’d ever want to meet, plus she knows how to hand me my ass when need be." "Really?  Are you sure she is full blooded Italian?" "Grandfather, her heritage is something we can't talk about on the phone."  Kane said, hoping that his Grandfather would understand. He was 99.99 % sure there was no bug on his phone, but he needed to careful.  "When are you and Grandmother coming back home?" "Actually, we are already back.  We are in the car now traveling to the estate.  Why don't you gather your girl up and come meet us for breakfast.  I want to meet the girl that is marrying my grandson." "Grandfather, let me see if it is okay with her.  Ara, sweetheart, do you want to have breakfast with my grumpy grandfather?"  Kane made sure that his grandfather could hear the dig. "Fuck you, asshole; why didn't you tell me she was there?!" his grandfather shouted. "Because you didn't ask," he snidely responded. "Ara, is it?"  The grandfather asked. "Yes, Sir."  Ara answered. "Sorry if I offended you, but my grandson can be a prick sometimes.  Oh, fuck it, all the time, shit, I hope my cussing doesn't offend you.  Shit, you are marrying Eddie, so you must know how he is." Ara giggled loudly.  "Yes, I do, and, no, you didn't offend me.  I look forward to meeting you, Sir." "Great.  See you at the house then. And, Eddie, no fucking around; I'm hungry," his grandfather said and hung up not waiting for a response. Kane chuckled.  Damn, his Grandfather would never change. Kane’s grandfather, and namesake, Kane Anthony Leone, Sr. had taught him many things; one of which was his foul mouth.   His grandmother, Clara, the love of his Grandfather's life, would always threaten to wash his mouth out with soap every time she heard a swear word, but the only thing he had to do was say he was sorry and kiss her on the cheek.  Their enduring love and admiration was a relationship he only hoped that he and Ara could emulate. "So, are you ready to meet my grandparents?" "Yes, and we better hurry, because your grandfather is hungry and I don't want to get on his bad side."  Ara said as she climbed out of the bed, grabbing her robe and heading to the bathroom. As she neared the door, she turned and looked over her shoulder.  "Aren't you coming?" She questioned seductively. Kane eyes grew wide and he licked his pouty lips.  "Not yet, but I am sure I can rise to the occasion." Ara laughed and ran into the bathroom with Kane quickly on her heels. After a quick, but satisfying round of shower sex, the couple dressed and were out the door and in the car speeding toward the estate.  Rosa was at the door, anxiously awaiting the couple.   "Ara, dear, I have wonderful news."  Rosa exclaimed as she pulled her from Kane’s arms and into a strong hug, kissing her lovingly on the cheek.  "I got a call from a friend of mine in Italy. Her daughter is a wedding dress designer, and when she heard that my little Kane was getting married, she asked her daughter to design your dress." "Really, what is the designer's name?" Ara asked, not really knowing a lot about designers, but she had been looking. "Atelier Aimee."  Rosa sighed, clasping her hands together in glee. Ara’s heart began to race, because she had seen some of the dresses that Atelier had designed; they were her favorite, and now Rosa was saying she was going to design her dress.  "Oh, Rosa, that is so great." Kane watched has his two favorite women in the entire world hugged and chatted excitedly about a dress.  Really… a dress? Now, if it was a new gun he could understand, but not a dress. "Love you, too, Mom." "Yeah, okay, Kane."  Rosa said, not evening looking at Kane, but continued talking to Ara. After a few minutes, Kane was feeling really left out, so he hooked his arm around Ara and kissed the top of her head.  "Let's talk about this dress later; I want to introduce you to Grandfather." "This dress?  This dress? Kane, this is the most important dress in a young woman's life; now stop acting like a spoiled two year old."  Rosa bashed. "Okay, but Grandfather is hungry, and you know how he gets when he doesn't get fed."  Kane tried to explain. "Alright, but, afterwards, Ara and I are going to be spending some time together."  Rosa said with a ‘don't fuck with me’ look in her eyes. Kane nodded and led Ara into the den where Nazario and his grandparents were seated. "Eddie, about damn time you got here." "Grandfather, you woke us up, so cut us a fucking break, okay?" "All right, asshole." Kane looked down at Ara, who was smiling over the exchange.  She knew that Nazario had a filthy mouth, but she guessed they got it from the grandfather. "Ara, this is my grandfather, Kane Sr. and my grandmother, Clara.  And this, Grandfather and Grandmother, is my beautiful fiancée, Arabella Marie White." "White doesn't sound like an Italian name. You said she was Italian."  Kane Sr. said. "Dad, shut the fuck up for a minute.   Kane, Ara, please set down and explain to the old man."  Nazario was already becoming exasperated. "Who are you calling old?  I want you to know that I can still out shoot, out drink, and out fuck you, boy."  Kane Sr. quipped. "DAD!" Nazario yelled, as he couldn't believe his father said that in front of someone he just met. "Fine, Eddie, you have something to tell me about her." "She has a name, and I expect you to use it with fucking respect."  Kane said with a voice that was full of fire. No one, not even kin, would disrespect Ara.  After seeing Kane Sr. nod in defeat. "Her last name is White, but that is because her mother deceived a man who was not her biological father in believing she was his child.  But we have since learned that she is actually, Arabella Marie Morotti, the oldest granddaughter of Zachary Morotti." Kane Sr. eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open.  Did he just hear that his grandson was engaged to the granddaughter of Zachary Morotti?  Zachary may be considered, by some, to be a rival family, but he had always had a good relationship with him.  Actually, they talked quite regularly; he knew how disappointed he was with his son, and that is why he decided not to pass the family business to him, but, instead, to the first-born grandchild.  However, a few months ago, Kane Sr. had learned that Kurtus was actually worse than his father. Zachary was very upset about turning over the family that he had worked so hard for to such assholes, but he knew he couldn't continue to run it at his age.  Nevertheless, why had he never mentioned the fact that he had a granddaughter? But wait, he said oldest, which meant, fuck, she was going to take over the family. "Did you say oldest?" "Yes." "But Zachary never said he had a granddaughter."  Kane Sr. said. "Because he didn't know until last week.  You see, Ara's mother kept it secret that she was pregnant with Sebastian's child.  We found out about the same time Zachary did." "So, you are marrying her to prevent a rival family joining forces.  Smart move, my boy, smart move." Kane Sr. smirked. Kane stood up, pulled out his gun, and pointed at his grandfather.  "TAKE THAT SHIT BACK NOW! Ara is not a pawn in some game; I am marrying her because I love her, you asshole, and if you can't accept that, then I will end your ass right here." Kane Sr. held his hand up in defeat.  "Sorry." "Listen here, old man, you may be my grandfather, and I have great respect for what you have done for this family, but this woman here is my life. She and I will be taking over the family soon, so you better get that fucking thought out of your head for good."  Kane said. "What do you mean ‘taking over the family’?" "Dad, Zachary and I have decided to join the families; Kane and Ara are going to run them as the next Don and Donna of the Leone/Morotti Family."  Nazario answered. "Why the fuck was I not brought into this decision?"  Kane Sr. fumed. "Because it is not your decision to make anymore, it's mine; this is the best thing for both families.  So apologize to Kane and Ara so we can go have breakfast." Nazario barked, staring at his father. Kane Sr. knew that Nazario had every right to make the decisions regarding the family, but he wanted to push the issue and Nazario would be damned before he allowed him to speak badly about it. "All right, I was wrong and I am sorry.  Now, let's go eat." Kane Sr. said, looking upset over the entire conversation.  He knew he was no longer the head of the family, but he thought for sure that his son would have called concerning something of this magnitude.  Joining two crime families was not done very often. To have the Leone and Morotti families join together was huge, and to have a person who knew nothing about the family that was being taken over, even if co-leading, was scary.  But, as he looked at the way his grandson and Ara reacted toward each other, he could see how much they did love each other, much like he and his Clara. Maybe he should have thought it out before mouthing off, like Clara always told him to do. Damn, he hated when she was right, because she always rubbed it in.  No doubt he would hear about this shit later. Over breakfast, Kane Sr. and Clara got to know Ara better, and, with each passing moment, they fell more in love with the woman who had stolen their grandson's heart.  They were impressed that she was not only lovely on the outside, but also on the inside, and had a great business mind. Kane Sr. was very intrigued by the plans for the new club and the work that she had already put into it.  Damn, he had been very wrong in his assumptions about this woman, fuck, he was going to have to eat crow big time. "Kane, Ara, please accept my heartfelt apology.  I should have kept my mouth shut and listened. Ara, I am very happy to welcome you to the family." Ara smiled sweetly.  "Thank you; I just want you to know that I will protect and love this family with all that I am." "I am sure you will, and if you ever need anything, please let us know."  Kane Sr. said as he patted Clara’s hand lovingly. "Ara, dear, when is the wedding?"  Clara asked. "August 8th."  Ara beamed. "Oh my, well, Rosa, honey, we better get to work." "Great idea, Clara. Ara, do you have training today?"  Rosa asked. "Yes, Uriel will be here in an hour to start with my knife training.  God, I hope I am better at it than hand-to-hand. My ass, oops, sorry, my butt still hurts."  Ara said, blushing brightly over cussing in front of Kane's grandparents. "Ara, dear, I know you have heard what comes out of your soon-to-be husband’s mouth. Well, he gets it from his father, who got it from this asshole."  Clara said, poking Kane Sr. in the ribs. "Hey, I don't cuss that fucking bad." "See, Ara?"  Clara chuckled. "Okay, let's go make some plans while you guys catch up."  Rosa said as she stood up. Ara and Clara followed her into the office where Rosa had started boards with each area of the wedding planned out. Ara was so impressed. As she looked at the boards, she could see her vision coming to life.  While in the office, Rosa called her friend. She and her daughter were getting on a plane the next day to make the trip over.  The designer needed somewhere to sew. Once she heard that, Ara quickly called Katrina, who was more than happy to furnish her all the items and space she would need.  They went over a quick list of guests and the final head count surprised Ara. What was truly surprising was the actual number of attendees that were actually members of different crime families throughout the country. "Ara, your wedding is a huge deal, even without the joining of the families.  Kane is the next Don of the family, and other Dons and their wives, as well as some of their family members will want to be in attendance to keep in the good graces of the family’s next Don." "So, is there anything I need to know or do?"  Ara worriedly asked, because she wanted to make the best impression on the other crime families. "Ara, you and I will sit down with Nazario and Kane and go over all the details.  By the time we brief you on each of the families in attendance, there is no doubt that you will be perfect.  After the joining ceremony, all the normal formalities will go out the window, and, trust me, when the other families come to realize the significance of this event, they will kicking themselves for not bringing much larger gifts." "Gifts?"  Ara questioned, did they need to do a registry or something? "Envelopes filled with money."  Rosa said. "MONEY?!" "Yes." "Wow." Ara was shocked with this information, but, as long as she knew about it ahead of time, she could deal with it.  Looking at Rosa, she was so happy and grateful that she had someone like her to guide her with adjusting to everything, and then she remembered her conversation with Kane this morning about the Munch.  She knew that Rosa could offer some words of advice. She explained the concerns that Kane was having about the outfit she was wearing during the demonstration and during the party itself. Rosa listened to Ara, taking into mind that, since Ara wasn't just Kane's submissive, but also the next head of the family, her outfit did call for some delicacy.  Even though the members of the community who truly lived the life would never think anything of her being at any stage of undress, there were, unfortunately, many who used the community as an opening to mistreat their submissives, under the guise of the Dom/submissive relationship.  The elders of the community took allegations of abuse seriously and revoked the membership of many so called Dominants, but there were always those who slipped through the cracks due to lack of reporting. So, many submissives were fooled to believe that their scenes were normal, when, in reality, it had nothing to do with the principles and ideals of the BDSM community. "Ara, how about if you wore a flesh color bodysuit?"  Rosa offered. "Oh my, why didn't I think of that?" "Let me send Nazario a text and tell him my suggestion.  Knowing my son, I am sure he is asking his father's advice, and, being a man, he would never think of it."  Rosa smirked. She quickly sent a text to Nazario, and a few minutes later, she got a text with a promise of a wonderful thank you session in the playroom. The ladies continued with the plans for the wedding and they finally completed all they possibly could for the day.  As they were finishing up, there was a knock at the door. Opening the door, Ara welcomed Uriel, who walked in with a smirk on his face. "Ready for your next training session, Ara?" Ara let out a long sigh and nodded as she silently prayed to herself that she would be better at knife training than yesterday’s hand to hand and not cut herself or someone else.  She followed Uriel out to the training area, where he had set up a table with a large selection of knives and a board with a man's body painted on about 50 feet from them, much like the targets that she used when Rosa was teaching her to shoot.  Initially, Uriel handed Ara a plastic glove, and a tennis ball that was inked, and after demonstrating how to hold, aim, and throw the ball, he gave her several minutes to practice throwing. Ara and Uriel reviewed the target after each throw to critique what she could do better to improve her aim at the target. Once she felt confident with her throwing, Ara picked up the first knife and took aim, pulling back her arm and threw it, but, instead of sticking in the target, it bounce off.  Shit. She picked up another knife, and, once again, it bounced off the target. Uriel watched and with each throw, he watched her form, finally, after a few minutes, he saw what might be her problem.  He explained that, although she had mastered the tennis ball, the shape and weight of the knife was offsetting her follow through. Correcting the way she held the knife and the position of her feet, she took aim again, but, unlike her other attempts, this one hit the target in the kill zone.  Ara smiled brightly and jumped up and down, celebrating her hit. And hit the target she did. After compensating for the difference between the ball and the knife, throwing the knives became really easy.  Uriel then showed her different positions and angles to throw from. Towards the end of the session, the family came out to see her progress and was amazed at how good she actually was. Kane Sr. had never seen a woman throw a knife with such accuracy and precision.  Damn, this woman was going to be deadly. She was going to be a force to be reckoned with. After lunch, Kane and Ara took off to go to Brook's shop to shop for the Munch dress.  Kane had Brook pull several dresses aside earlier in the week, but he needed to see them on Ara to make his final decision.  Also, his father helped with his problem of what to do about the demonstration. Why the hell he didn't think of a body suit?  This way Ara's “assets” would be completely covered, but still allow him to demonstrate some the knots and rope usage. Pulling up to Brook's shop, Kane saw that Erik had a huge grin on his face.  Kane snickered; he knew that Erik had fallen hard for Brook, but was willing to be patient.  He had talked to him a few times this week and asked his opinion on how to handle the situation, and Kane gave him some advice, but, ultimately, they needed to work on it together.  They had to build the trust from the ground up, always be honest, and open with each other. Brook told Erik her story concerning her last Dominant. To say Erik was upset was an understatement.  Never had he wanted to kill someone as badly as he did this man, and, after talking to Kane, it was decided that, once the wedding was over with, Kane would grant him his opportunity. As they walked into the shop, Brook was standing by the counter. As soon as she saw Erik, her heart began to race.  He had to be the most handsome man in the world. He was truly sweet and caring. He had a way about him that made her feel safe.  Of course, his body could not be ignored. She loved his muscular arms and large hands; she could only imagine if all of his other parts were as large.   God, please let them be , she silently prayed.  Clinching her legs together to gain some relief, she smiled sweetly and greeted her customers. "Kane, Ara, so good to see you."  Brook said as she shook Kane's hand and gave Ara a hug, then turned to Erik.  Bowing her head down slightly, not enough to lose eye contact, but enough to show respect for her possible future Dominant, and licking her lips she spoke softly.  "Sir, it is good to see you again." Erik took his finger, put it under her chin, and leveled her head so their eyes were dead on with each other’s.  "My sweet, the pleasure is all mine, and I hope to find your dress for the party while we are here, if time permits, that is." "This girl will make time, Sir." Kane and Ara watched Erik and Brook and smiled, happy that they seemed to be moving forward quite well, and they couldn't wait to see how they would get along once they started their arrangement. "Brook, do you have the dresses I called about?" "Yes, Kane, I have them already in the dressing room.  Please go in, and let me know if you need anything." Brook said.  She had made sure that she had put them in one of the private dressing rooms.  When she had initially opened her shop, she had her contractor make three such units, so Dominants could have their privacy when selecting outfits for their submissives.  The rooms had been expensive to install, but they had paid for themselves many times over, because Dominants were so impressed and relaxed, that the sales always exceeded the sales of the public dressing rooms. Kane sat on the red velvet couch and Ara went off to the mirrored area to put on her first dress.  Unlike most dressing rooms, there were no doors or curtains, the submissives undressed/dressed in front of their Dominant.  This heightened the experience, charging the sexual desires and wants, which translated into increased sales. Kane hated the first two dresses; they had looked good online, but they did nothing for Ara’s figure.  The next dress was the one he was most excited about; it was a white gauze dress with a metal rope design around the bodice, shoulder, and down to her tiny waist. The rope design was in keeping with the theme of their demonstration.  The design contained beautiful gemstones throughout the links, adding to the beauty. Once she had it on, Kane knew this was the one; it was perfect on her, and he could not wait to show her off as his submissive. "I love this one, my pet."  Kane stated, as he walked in a circle around her. "This girl would be proud to wear it, Sir." "You will be stunning, Ara. Now try on the bodysuit, next and we can see if that will suit our purposes."  He said as he adjusted himself from the sight before him. In the past, he had picked out his submissives’ clothes.  But, he never got as hard as quickly as he did when he watched Ara take off and put on clothes. She tried on the bodysuit and he was so happy that it covered all the delicate areas that were only meant for his eyes, but allowed some skin to be shown in a sexy yet respectable way. "I love this also.  This will work perfectly for the demonstration.  It has an air of sexuality about it, while still maintaining a sense of respectability that you need to maintain in light of your future role as Donna.  Now…. does it have snaps in the crotch?" "Yes, Sir." "Fucking great, how about you come over here, unsnap it, and ride my cock, Ms. White, soon-to-be Mrs. Leone?  I have been hard as titanium since you first took off your own outfit." Ara smiled brightly as she reached between her legs and unsnapped the bodysuit.  Walking slowly, swaying her hips more prominently than normal until she was directly in front of Kane's knees.  Lowing her head, and taking in a deep cleansing breath, she waited for her next command. Her Dominant was in charge, and she would follow his lead in this dance. Kane pulled his shirt out of his pants, then unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and pulled his rock-hard cock out pumping it with a few firm pumps, before he reached forward and slipped his finger along her folds. She was not only wet, but dripping wet.  His little pet liked this. "Climb on and ride me, my pet." Kane commanded. Ara straddled his legs and positioned his cock at her opening and then slowly lowered herself down, filling her up completely.  This was the best feeling in the world, and she hoped that it would always remain this way. Kane placed his hands on her hips and helped her ride his cock hard and quick.  Each stroke of his cock hit the right spot, causing her orgasm to build swiftly. "May this girl cum?" Kane normally would make her wait and beg for more, but he was right on the precipice of his own orgasm, and he needed her to cum first.  "Cum, cum hard on my cock!" He yelled. "Yes..."  Ara screamed, cumming hard, clamping down on his cock, which caused him to shoot stream after stream of cum into her.  Collapsing onto his chest, he began breathing hard, trying to calm down. They both thought the intensity was insane. "Damn, woman, you are going to be the death of me."  Kane groaned, while wearing his signature smirk. Fuck; that was fun. As Kane and Ara enjoyed their time, Brook had locked the front door while Erik selected a few dresses for her to try on.  They went into another of the private dressing rooms and Brook prepared herself to undress in front of him. Closing her eyes and taking in a few deep breaths, she began chanting to herself that this was not Royce, it was Erik; he was nothing like him. Erik watched as Brook stood in the dressing area with her eyes closed and breathing hard.  Knowing that Royce was the reason for her distress, it gave him another reason to make the fucker suffer even more before he killed him.  Putting the thoughts of killing the motherfucker out of his head, he stood, cleared his throat to announce his presence, and walked over to where she was standing. Gently placing his hand on either side of her lovely face, so as not to startle her, he placed a sweet kiss on each eye, on each cheek, on the tip of the nose, then, finally, on her delightful plump lips.  "If this is too much, Brook, I will understand." Brook opened her bright blue eyes, stared into his baby blues, and smiled.  This man was for real, and, for the first time in a long time, she felt she could be finally be herself again.  Brooklyn Ann Hawke, submissive to Erik McCarthy. Yes, things were certainly looking up for Brook.   Chapter 26   Zachary Morotti was seated in his office going over this month totals.  Looking at the amount of money that came in with each operation, it was obvious that they were pulling in a good amount of revenue, but, deep in his heart, he knew that it was time for the family to make a change in how that revenue was earned. The world was changing and the Morotti family needed to adapt and change as well.  Looking over the paperwork, he needed to call Kane and Ara and go over the plans for the merger, but, more than that, he wanted to spend more time getting to know his granddaughter.  His darling Claudia couldn't stop talking about her; she felt so connected to her, and frequently spoke of how she couldn't wait to spend more time learning all about her. Thinking of the merger, he knew that, as much as he would like for it to go smoothly, some of the family members would embrace the change, but he also knew that an action as scandalous as this wouldn't be without any bloodshed. "Zachary,"  Tony said, walking into the office, strolling over and taking a seat in front of his boss’ desk.  "I just got a very disturbing phone call from a guy I helped out a few years back." "Oh yeah, what did he say?"  Zachary asked, showing some interest. "Zachary, there has been a hit taken out on you and Claudia," Tony stated through gritted teeth. "What?  Who the fuck did that?"  Zachary questioned, shocked, but not terribly surprised; it was a risk that was associated with his position.  However, he knew he needed to take care of whoever it was before they got anywhere close to his Claudia. "Zachary, it was Kurtus," Tony responded, waiting for the news to register. "Are you sure?  How reliable is this guy?"  Zachary was surprised it wasn’t Sebastian, but the news still had a way of stabbing at his heart that his own flesh and blood would even consider taking such an action against him. "Very.  He is a mechanic at the garage where we service our vehicles.  He said that Kurtus' right hand man paid him $50,000 to cut the brake lines on your car when it comes in for service the next time, and to plant a specific fingerprint on the line.  He didn't know whose fingerprint it would be, but he heard Pedro say that it would lead to a very interesting outcome." "SHIT!  Okay, we need a plan to preempt this, and I need to inform Kane and Ara as soon as possible."  This was not the route Zachary wanted to take in reaching out to Kane and Ara, but, with time being of the essence in this matter, he had no choice but to mix business with the pleasure of getting to know his granddaughter. "Yeah, and also Kurtus and Sebastian have been poking around for any information on Ara,” furrowing his eyebrows; he was sad to be giving Zachary so much bad news in one meeting. " Per amore di Dio , (for the love of God), what have they found out?"  Zachary worriedly asked. After discovering Arabella’s true relationship to the family, he had taken painstaking steps to conceal the details from Sebastian and Kurtus. "Just the name of her parents, and that she is now in a relationship with Kane." "So they know nothing about who she really is?”  Zachary could only hope to keep the secret until the ceremony. "No, we got rid of all that paperwork. The only one who knows the truth is Mave White, and I don't see him talking to anyone about it.  Oh, and Boss, he just found out that Luna is dead. My sources tell me that he is very upset." "Okay, keep a constant eye on him, and double the security around Claudia,” he ordered. "On it.  Now, how are the plans going for the merger?"  Tony asked, hoping to get some insight on the big event.  To say he was happy about the news, at first, would have been a lie, but, as he considered the alternatives of either Sebastian or Kurtus, he saw the merger as best chance for a future for the family.  The Leones may have been a rival crime family, but they were known for how well they cared and loved their family. He had seen some of the outcomes that occurred when Nazario Leone got pissed off, but he was sure he passed on his sense of loyalty to family above all else when he trained Kane to take over the family.  Now there was the wild card, Arabella Morotti, Zachary's granddaughter; the biggest fucking surprise in the history of the family. From the few times he had been around her, he could tell that she had a good heart, but she also seemed to possess a determination to protect the family, which is what the Morotti family needed.  Kurtus and Sebastian didn't give a flying fuck about the family, only about themselves and the money. He couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when they were told that neither of them were going to be considered for the next head of the family. Good damn thing they will be dead shortly thereafter. "Good, I need to schedule some meetings with Kane and Ara to go over the transition of the merger, but I know that this is the best thing for our family."  Zachary said confidently. "Tony, are you okay with it? With the merger? Tell me what you think." "Zachary, to be honest, at first, I was not happy about it, but I would have gone along with it simply because I trust you.  However, the more I thought about it, the more I see that it truly is the best thing for this family. Kane and Ara both show a lot of promise in becoming wonderful leaders to both families, and I look forward to serving them in any means they deem fit." "Tony, I am sure that they will welcome your help.  This is going to be a difficult change in the way our family is run, and they will need all the support we can provide them.  We need to make sure it happens smoothly and without incident. First, we need to take steps to stop Kurtus’ plans. Let me call Kane and Ara and set it up to get their input, since Ara has already put the hit out on Kurtus, I want them aware of his plans, as well as their position on his actions." After a long conference call between Zachary, Tony, Kane, Ara, and Nazario, a plan was devised.  Tony would collect the debt from the mechanic and seal the deal for the death of Kurtus.                                                             ********* * ******** The next few days passed quickly and it was only hours before the Munch party.  Kane and Ara's bedroom had been turned into a dressing room for, not only Ara, but also for Katrina, Brooklyn, Rosa, Kate, and Janetta.  It was like a submissive convention in the room. When Rosa found out the girls wanted to get ready for the party together, she wanted to be included.  Ara had taken her aside and expressed her concerns about the party and doing something that would embarrass Kane. Rosa understood her concerns, and, after a quick pep talk to boost her confidence, she told her that she also needed to talk to her Dominant about her concerns.  Ara thanked Rosa, and that evening asked to have a conversation with her Dominant, not with her fiancé. Kane was concerned, but after Ara expressed her fears of embarrassing him during the demonstration, Kane understood her insecurities. He occasionally forgot that Ara was new to the community and its practices, so, over the next few days they practiced not only the rope work demonstration, but also how they would walk in together, how she would behave when meeting other Dominants, how to position herself when her Dominant sat and talked to others, along with any other expectations for the evening.  The more they practiced, the more comfortable and confident she became, and even though she was still nervous, she at least knew she could manage to perform using the correct etiquette. Kane, Nazario, Erik, Uriel, Iezekiel, and Ben were downstairs watching a Mariners game in the theater room, because it didn't take that fucking long to slip on a pair of pants.  Kane was wearing a pair soft black leather pants and black chucks, but was forgoing a shirt; he couldn’t wait to see Ara's reaction. Nazario was also wearing black leather pants, but was wearing a white lace up shirt.  Erik was wearing a pair of red leather pants with black lacing on the sides and no shirt.  Uriel was also wearing black leather pants, but he had opted to wear a black leather vest. Iezekiel had decided he was wearing a pair black pinstripe pants, white shirt, and vest, and would be sporting a black fedora.  Ben was dressed in black leather pants, white shirt, and a black leather jacket. The ladies were having a great time getting ready together.  They all complimented each other’s dresses that were selected for them by their Dominants.  Everyone especially loved the dress that Kane had selected for Ara, pointing out that it was absolutely perfect for the two of them.  Finally, all the hair was curled or straightened, makeup was perfectly applied, and the dresses were put on and checked to make sure all snaps or hooks were done.  Once finished, the ladies descended the stairs to find their Dominants waiting on them in the foyer.   Ara was the last to descend the stairs and Kane gasped at her beauty.   He was so honored to have her by his side not only tonight, but until the day they died.  Nazario, Iezekiel, Uriel, and Ben had their collars in their hands ready to place them around their submissives’ necks.  Since neither Ara nor Brooklyn had been collared yet, they would be wearing a red ribbon in their hair, which indicated to the other Dominants that they were unavailable. As Ara watched the girls receive their collars, she became melancholy.  She, too, had wanted her Master's collar around her neck. Kane saw the sadness in her eyes, and leaned into her ear and whispered,  "Soon, my pet." Ara turned to look him and smiled brightly.  Damn, he always knew what to say to make her feel better.  "Thank you, Sir." "You are welcome, my pet; you look fucking sexy.  I can't wait to get you back here after the party and fuck you until you pass out," he whispered in her ear.  Ara could feel the goosebumps rising at the thought. Ara became extremely aroused, and, in keeping with Kane's rules, stood on her tippy toes and whispered in his ear.  "I'm wet." "FUCK!"  Kane grimaced. "Kane, are you all right?"  Nazario asked. "Yeah, just give us a moment, please."  Kane said, taking Ara by the elbow and leading her down the hall to the bathroom.  Falling to his knees, he lifted her dress and saw the sexy white lace panties that he had made especially for this occasion.  They had a silver tag attached with "Property of Kane Leone" engraved on it.   Fuck, that made him even harder than before, but they didn't have time, so he dipped his finger into the side of the panty and, as Ara had stated, found her soaking, dripping wet.  He collected her sweet nectar on his finger, and pulled it out and placing in his mouth, sucking every last drop. He then lowered her gown and raised to his feet, placing a long passionate kiss on her pouty lips.  "I will finish that later." "Yes, Sir."  Ara moaned, wishing, not for the first time,  that they could say ‘fuck the party’, and spend the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other. They left the bathroom and went to find the others, who turned and looked at them as they entered the room.  All the men had the same, ‘I know what the fuck you were doing’ look on their face and the women just gave a small smile and a wink.  Kane had ordered two limos to pick them up and bring them home from the party. As they pulled up to the front door of Diamond Knotts, all of them donned their masks over their faces, appearing sexy and somewhat mysterious.   The Dominants all helped their submissives from the vehicle and gave them a moment to collect themselves before entering the club. Security had been beefed up for the event. At the entrance were two extremely large security guards who checked the invitation for each guest against a master list that Uriel had checked and double checked to ensure that only members and their guests could attend.    Ara was one-step behind Kane and a little to the left.  She was wearing not only her red ribbon, but also he had placed a bracelet on her wrist that was tethered to his.  Having this connection made Ara feel safe, and more confident in her role as his submissive. Making sure to refrain from looking into any of the other Dominants’ eyes, Ara took in her surroundings, admiring the decorations that had been put up for the event.  Large red sheer draping hung from the ceiling and bellowed out from the walls, then flowing down the walls to the floor.   In the middle of the dance floor was a large masquerade mask with large pillar candles extending from the top. Around the room, Ara saw many Dominants, Dominatrixes, and their subs in every kind of dress or, in some cases, undress imaginable.  She was so extremely happy with the dress that Kane had chosen and the body suit she would be wearing for the demonstration. The demonstrations took place in the private rooms throughout the club, many demonstrating the different types of scenes used in the BDSM community.  Ara hoped she and Kane would have time so see some of the other demonstrations scheduled, but it was up to Kane. Glancing over to her right side, she saw Nazario talking to a group of Dominants as Rosa stood in perfect form beside him, and this was what she hoped to accomplish.  The strong, confident wife of Nazario Leone, Don of the Leone family, but also a true and confident submissive to her Dominant. Was it possible to be a submissive and a Donna? This question had been on her mind as of late, but the more she thought it through, and got to know Rosa and her relationship with Nazario, Ara knew that it was possible to be both Donna of the family, and submissive to Kane.  Both positions required her to be strong, confident, and disciplined. It wasn't as though it was a novel idea, because, in this room alone, there were at least twenty couples who were members of the family, who also happened to be in the community. Nevertheless, there would always be those with a lack of understanding who would never grasp the true meaning of being a member of the community. It didn't matter how much you tried to explain that the community served a need within each member; they would never understand. Kane led her to one of the demonstration rooms; which was currently exhibiting the use of floggers for both pleasure and for punishment.  Kane sat in one of the chairs and had Ara sit on his lap. "Feel free to look around, but be mindful of not looking into a Dominant’s eyes, my pet."  Kane instructed into her ear. "Thank you, Sir.  This girl remembers." As the Dominant, Kevin, and his submissive came onto the stage, Erik and Brook came over and sat beside Kane and Ara.  Erik had been very impressed with Brook the entire evening and couldn’t wait until their relationship progressed to using his playroom.  Kane had been kind enough to have a room already set up in the apartment that he had furnished Erik when he assumed his duties as Ara's bodyguard.  He, of course, had been adding items that he preferred, and had stocked the cabinet with all new toys so that, when Brook was ready, they would be prepared to begin play. As the evening progressed, Ara enjoyed herself and was becoming more and more confident about performing their demonstration. While watching another demonstration, she needed to go to the restroom.  As they had practiced, Ara placed her hand on Kane's back and rubbed it gently, never drawing too much attention to what she was doing. Kane was talking with Nazario and Ben, and when he felt Ara's hand on his back; he knew that she was requesting permission to leave to use the bathroom.  "Nazario, would it be okay for Rosa to accompany Ara to the restroom?" "Surely."  Nazario said, turning to Rosa, who was then standing in perfect position as always.  "My love, please take Ara to the restroom, but mindful of the rules." "Yes, Sir."  Rosa said. Kane unhooked the tether, placed his finger under her chin, and raised her beautiful face to look into her eyes.  "Remember the rules, my pet?" "Yes, Sir." "Hurry back."  Kane said, kissing her pouty lips. Rosa locked arms with Ara and off to the restroom they went.  Unfortunately, there was a line outside the ladies room and the wait would be a long one. "Shit, I hate this, come; let's go to the restroom in the back hall."  Rosa said as she walked from the line and toward the back of the room. The hall was dark and no one seemed to be around, but something didn't feel right.  Ara looked around, but could see nothing out of the ordinary. As they neared the bathroom, the light that was illuminating the hall shut off and now they were in total darkness.  Rosa and Ara turned to leave the hall and go back to the main area, when, suddenly, they were both grabbed and a cloth was placed over their mouths. Whoever had them was dragging them down the hall to the back door. Ara knew that if they were taken outside, there was a great possibility that they would be raped or killed; there was no way she could allow this to happen.  Trying to remember what Uriel had taught her, she waited for the best time to make her move, hoping that Rosa would also make hers. She remembered that Uriel told her to SING. Jab to the Solar plexus, stomp on the Instep, jam the heel of the palm to the Nose, and a swift kick to the Groin. When they reached the door and the man loosened his hold on her to grab the door knob, she knew this was her only chance. Ara threw her elbow with as much force as she could muster, into the Solar plexus of her attacker, causing him to groan loudly and loosen his hold on her.  "You fucking bitch," he gasped. She then stomped on the top of his instep of his foot with the spike portion of her high heels, driving it as deeply as possible into his foot.  As she did so, she could hear that Rosa had also begun to fight off her attacker. The man who still had a hold of Ara's arm swung her around and landed a hard punch to her cheek, causing her eyes fill with tears.  Damn, that hurt, but she wouldn't let that stop her from fighting this asshole. Pulling back and putting everything ounce of power she had, she shoved the heel of her palm fiercely against his nose, pushing it upwards, causing it to crack.  At that moment, she turned toward Rosa and screamed, "ROSA...LETS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Ara grabbed her hand, taking off down the hall as fast as they could. As soon as they entered the main room, one of the guards saw the blood on their dresses and quickly ran to them.  He was already using his communicator to call for backup. "What happened?"  He questioned, looking around for both Nazario and Kane. "We were attacked."  Rosa gasped. "They are down the hall, by the back door." "Are you okay here?"  He questioned, not wanting to leave them alone until his backup arrived, but needed to find the motherfuckers who dared to attack Mrs. Rosa and Miss Ara before they could escape.  Fuck, they were dead men walking. "Go get the motherfuckers!"  Rosa yelled and the guard took off down the hall, pulling his gun out of the holster. Rosa and Ara ran over to where they had left Nazario and Kane.  As they neared them, Kane looked up, and was shocked to see that their dresses were torn and there was blood on Ara's white dress.  As he quickly rose from his seat, he noticed the red mark that was blooming on her cheek. What the fuck had happened? "Ara, baby, what happened?" He asked, moving his hands over her, checking for any other injuries. "We were attacked!"  Ara cried, feeling all the adrenaline leaving her from the fight; she fell into Kane’s waiting arms.  Nazario also jumped up, grabbing Rosa and checking her for injuries. Kane gathered Ara up in his arms and looked over to see that his father had done the same with Rosa.  Scanning the room, he caught Erik’s eye. Erik grabbed Brook’s hand and immediately rushed over to them, drawing his weapon upon seeing Ara and Rosa. "What the hell happened?"  Erik gasped. "They were just attacked in the hallway leading to the back door.  We have to get the girls out of here now. Call Uriel, tell him what has happened.  I want this club locked down immediately. Is that clear?" “Sure thing Boss."  Erik said, taking out his phone and calling Uriel. Kane and Nazario carried their girls out of the club and into the waiting limo.  Fuck, what a messed up night. As they got the girls in the car, Erik, Brook, Uriel, and Katrina came running out the door.  Brook and Katrina climbed into the car and began to hug Ara and Rosa. "Erik take three men with you and take the girls to the estate."  Kane said. "Kane, no, I need you!"  Ara cried. Kane crawled into the car and took her in his arms.  As badly as he wanted to go with her, he needed to find the motherfucker who did this and make him pay.  "Baby, I will be behind you in a little bit. Erik will take you to the estate, and, as soon as I clean this mess up, I will come directly to you. Do you understand?" "No, please don't leave me!" She sobbed. "Baby, I need to find the motherfuckers.  But I promise I will be back to you as soon as I can." Ara knew that he needed to do this, but she also knew she needed him here.  "Please, please hurry back." "I will, my love.  I will have Dr. Mallos come and check you and mom out, okay?" "I'm okay." She knew he was worrying, but, with the exception of her cheek, she just felt frightened. "Don't fight me on this."  Kane said, and then he kissed her lightly on the lips and gently stroked her cheek, which was darkening and swelling.  He knew that, by morning, it would be bruised badly, and she would, most likely, be sporting a black eye, causing his rage to boil over.  With one last look of concern, he turned and climbed out of the car. Ara nodded, knowing she wasn't going to win this argument.  Looking over she saw Nazario kiss Rosa and then followed his son out of the car. The driver of the limo took off down the road and toward the estate, leaving Nazario and Kane to handle whoever did this to their Ara and Rosa. Uriel was waiting for them at the front door of Diamond Knotts, and, together, the three of them took off through the building to the hallway where the girls had been attacked. Matthew, one of the guards on duty was there to meet them. "No one is down there, Boss.  I’ve checked all the rooms; there is nothing.  There is some blood on the floor, but no other evidence of the attack.”  Matthew informed them. "SHIT!" Kane yelled.  Who the fuck had gotten in the club and how the hell did they get that close to Ara?  Looking around, he spotted the security camera. "Uriel, we need to pull up the surveillance tape and see what is on there.  I want video of the back of the club and the inside as well." Kane demanded. Rushing into the office, Uriel pulled up the footage from the surveillance monitors onto the screen, narrowing the footage to approximately an hour before the attack.  Watching intently, they finally saw a man in leather pants, white shirt, and a black mask walk down the hall and open the back door. Two men, all dressed in black with black masks, walked into the club.  The first man returned back into the club and exited out the front door, but the two men he gave access to the club positioned themselves on the back wall and began watching something or someone in the club.  One of the men pointws at something, then the camera showed them walking back down the hall and going into the supply closet toward the end. Moments later, they saw Rosa and Ara walking down the hall, then everything went black. "Shit, what happened!"  Kane yelled, as Uriel frantically punches the keyboard, trying to bring back up the video. "They turned off the lights," Uriel points out. "Fuck, that is nothing to go on!"  Nazario yelled, mad as hell with the situation. "Whose blood is that on the floor?"  Kane asked. "Don't know; we need to find out from Rosa and Ara what happened and how they got away."  Uriel said. "Well, Rosa has kept up with her defensive training and I know that Ara only had one lesson in hand to hand. Maybe she remembered enough to get free." "Well, whatever it was, they are very lucky.  Uriel keep looking, pull up the feed from the parking lot and the back door.   Kane nodded, “I want you to try to get a tag, or car description, and get with the guards on the front door, and see if they know who the guy was that left after letting the other two in the back door.  Oh, and let us know as soon as you get something. We are going home to check on the girls." "I won't rest until I do, Kane; I promise."  Uriel swore. "Thank you. Dad, let's get out of here and get home to our girls." As they walked out of the office, they were relieved the party was still going on and that their presence would not be missed.  Kane then remembered the demonstration that he and Ara were supposed to perform. Fuck. Turning back to Uriel. "Uriel, let everyone that Ara became ill and needed to go home and pass along my sincerest apologies.  We don't want to alert everyone to tonight’s activities." "Sure thing.  Kane, could you watch over Katrina for me?"  Uriel pleaded. As much as he wanted to go with them to check on Katrina, he knew his place was here, hunting down the motherfuckers who did this. "Will do; if you find the fuckers, call us immediately, and take them to the warehouse.  I want to question them, get my answers, and then provide them with a long painful death." Uriel nodded in response.  The motherfuckers had no idea what kind of pain they were in for and he couldn’t wait to see their faces when they did.  Revenge was always sweet. As Nazario and Kane climbed into the car, Nazario turned to his son and asked, “Kane, where is the guard that was posted on the back door for the night?”  Kane looked at his father in surprise, quickly dialing Uriel on the phone. Meanwhile, Ara, although calmed slightly, remembered, she never got to kick her assailant in the groin.   Chapter 27   Kurtus ran out the back of the building holding his broken bloody nose.  That fucking bitch broke my fucking nose , he thought.  He and Pedro ran down the alley to the car that was waiting for them.  Fuck, that didn't go at all liked they had planned. Where the hell did that girl learned to fight that way?  Last time he had been able to grab her and have his way with her; she didn't put up a fight, and now she broke his fucking nose. "That damn old broad kicked me in the nuts.  I am going to piss blood for a week." Pedro whined. "How the fuck did she learn that shit?" "Pedro, seriously?  That was Nazario Leone's wife and I’m pretty damn fucking sure he had her trained in some type of self-defense moves.  Hell, I’ve heard she is a crack shot with a handgun, so we’re damn fucking lucky she wasn't fucking carrying. Shit, I figured being at the club, she probably wouldn't be.  Donnie, did you take care of the guard on the back door?" "Oh yeah, put one in the back of his head.  He went down without a sound. I had to move his large ass body to the back by the dumpster."  Donnie smirked. "Great, now get us to my apartment so I can get cleaned up.  Make sure you dispose of this car and your gun. You know the fucking drill." "Sure thing, Boss." "I'll be in touch if I need you do something else.  Pedro, pay the man." Pedro pulled out the envelope and handed it to Donnie.  "Good job." Kurtus and Pedro quickly jumped out of the car and headed into the apartment building as soon as the car stopped.  Neither of them noticed that Tony was stationed in the black SUV across the street taking pictures of their arrival.  Tony zoomed in with the camera and noticed that Kurtus's face was a bloody mess, and Pedro was walking funny. He wondered what the fuck they had been up to, and where they just came from. Picking up his phone, he called Zachary. "Zachary, I have some interesting news.  Kurtus and Pedro just got back to Kurtus’ apartment, and let me tell you, they both looked fucked up.  Seems someone beat the shit out of both of them." "Shit, I have a bad feeling about this.  Was there anyone else with them? “No, Boss, just the driver.  Couldn’t see who it was, but he high tailed it out of there as soon as Kurtus and Pedro left the car.” “Let me call Kane and Ara and see if they’ve heard anything.  I'll call you back." Zachary dialed Kane's number and a very frustrated sounding Kane answered. "Zachary, now is not a good time."  Kane groaned. "Kane, is everything okay?" "FUCK NO! EVERYTHING IS NOT OKAY!"  Kane yelled. Chills ran down Zachary body, something bad had definitely happened and he just knew with every cell in his body that Kurtus had something to do with it.  "Kane please tell me that my granddaughter is safe and healthy." "Yes, she’s safe now, but some asshole motherfucker attacked both her and my Mom at the party here at Diamond Knotts a little while ago.  They’re both in a car on the way to the estate as we speak." "Kane, please let me come to the estate.  I need to see her. Please." Zachary pleaded. "Fuck, Zachary, yeah, okay.  Grandpa is there and I am sure he would love to see you.  We have found out all we can, the fuckers got away so we’re getting ready to head to the house now." "Kane, I think I may have some information about the attack.  I will be bringing Claudia, because she would have my balls if I didn't take her.  And, if it is okay, I’d like Tony to meet us there. He has the information that may be useful to us." "Fine, whatever.  I'll see you in awhile."  Kane said, hanging up with Zachary.  What did he mean he might have information?  Shit, this had Kurtus has written all over it.  That asshole was going to die. "Nazario, Zachary is coming to the estate; he said he may have information." "Shit, I had a feeling."  Nazario said then yelled up at the driver.  "Steven, floor it!" Steven pushed the pedal to the floor and sped through town to the estate, with the guard in the second vehicle hot on their tails.  They made quick time, and, as they went through the gate, they both noticed that the guards around the home had tripled. As soon as the vehicle stopped, Kane and Nazario were out the door and rushing toward the house.  They wanted, no, needed, to have their women in their arms. As they rushed through the door, they were met by Erik. "Boss, they are in the den.  Dr. Mallos is here and checking them over." "Fuck.  Okay, Zachary Morotti is in route, and his Capo Tony won’t be far behind him.  Notify the guards to grant them access and bring them in and soon as he gets here.  But no one, and I mean no one else better step one toe on this fucking property. You read me, Erik?" "Sure thing, Boss.  Did you find out anything?" "FUCK NO!" Kane yelled, mad as hell over the fact he didn't know who had touched his mother and beloved Ara. Nazario and Kane made their way into the den, where they saw the doctor checking Ara over.  Kane rushed to her side, and fell to his knees just to be near her. His total reason for living had been attacked and hurt.  This was totally unacceptable, and never should have happened. Silently, he promised himself, that not only would the person who hurt her suffer with his life, but, if he found that any of his men had played some part in what happened tonight, they would be wishing for death before he was through with them.  Family doesn't betray or hurt family. "How are you, my love?"  Kane whispered, fighting back his tears at the sight of the bruise on her face. "I’m fine, love." "But, baby, your face.  It looks so painful." Ara took her hand, and rubbed his scruffy cheek lovingly.  "There is no real damage and it will go away. I am here safe and sound." "Doctor, how is she?"  Kane asked, needing to not only hear it from her, but also to get confirmation from the Doctor. "She has a bruise on her left cheek and some blackening of the eye, but nothing is broken.  She also has a bruise on the heel of her palm and a bruise on her rib cage, where the she was grabbed, but the bruising and swelling should subside in a day or two, and she will be fine in a few days." "Thank God.  Are you in pain?  You have to be in pain.  Doc, give her the pain meds you gave me.  Baby, they will make all the pain go away." Ara smiled sweetly, knowing there was no need for her to take the powerful pain meds that Kane had been given after he was shot. Besides, she really needed to keep her head, because she wanted to give all the information she had about the possible abductor.  "Kane, I don't need those meds; I will take some Tylenol as needed, and I will be fine." "But you’re in pain, sweetheart." "Shhh.  It is fine." Nazario was also worried about Rosa.  Over the years, this had been his one true fear, the fear that his life would cause pain, or, God forbid death, for his wife or child.  Visually checking her over, he saw no signs of bruises except one on her upper arm. It looked like that’s where the motherfucking assholes had grabbed her.  After all their years together, though, it only took him looking into her beautiful eyes to see that she was fine. "Rosa, Ara, we need you both to tell us what happened." Just as they began their story, Zachary, Claudia, and Tony walk into the room.  Zachary's eyes quickly found his granddaughter and saw the damage to her beautiful face.  "Ara, dear." Zachary cried. "Are you okay? Voglio vedere chi hai ferito nelle loro tombe. (I will see those who harmed you in their graves.)"   "I am fine Zachary, grandfather." "Oh, my sweet Ara."  Claudia said as she walked over to where Ara was sitting.  Kane stood and allowed Claudia and Zachary to get closer, as Claudia gently stroked Ara’s unharmed cheek. "It is not as bad as it looks , Caro ." (Beloved one) Claudia assured Ara. As Zachary and Claudia were assuring themselves that their granddaughter was, indeed, okay, Kane Sr. made his way into the den. "Zachary, you old motherfucker, I thought you were dead,” Kane greeted his old nemesis with his outstretched hand. "Kane, you old asshole, I thought you were dead as well; good to see you."  Zachary returned as he shook Kane Sr.’s hand. "Same here; Claudia, may I say you are as lovely as always, but I seriously doubt your taste and sanity staying married to this fucker.”  Kane Sr. reach out and greeted Claudia with a hug. Claudia laughed and turned to her old friend Clara, “still the same old Kane, I see." "Yes, but you know what they say, got to love them, because they are too heavy to move the body,” Clara reminded her. "You are so right, that and they do have their uses.”  At this, they both snickered. Clara and Claudia both laughed at their husbands’ expense. "But, honey, you know no one else has a cock as big as mine and you would miss him."  Kane Sr. bragged. Nazario and Kane both looked at Kane Sr. as if he had lost his mind.  They knew he had lost his verbal filter eons ago. Poor Clara’s face turned red and she slapped Kane on the arm.  He had not changed in all the years that she had known him, so it was no surprise that wouldn’t start now. "All right, all right, let’s not get off track now.  Everyone, have a seat, Ara and Rosa were just getting ready to tell us what happened tonight," Nazario said, as he tried to regain order in the room. "Okay...okay."  Kane Sr. said, taking a seat. Ara and Rosa began telling their story and when they got to the point where Ara said she had broken the attacker's nose and Rosa had kicked her attacker in the nuts, Tony knew that from the damage he saw on Kurtus’ face and the way Pedro was walking, it had, in fact, been them who attacked the girls.  Tony looked over to Zachary and asked, “Zachary, may I?” Suspecting that Tony was about to tell everyone what he had told Zachary earlier that evening, Zachary nodded his approval for Tony to speak. Kane, Ara, I think I know who it was."  Tony said. "Who?"  They asked together. "Kurtus and Pedro. Earlier this evening, I was sitting outside of Kurtus' apartment building when I saw Kurtus and Pedro getting out of a car.  Kurtus looked as if he had just had his nose broken and Pedro was walking very funny." Kane jumped up.  "THAT FUCKER IS A DEAD MAN!" "Yes, Kane, I agree, we have already ordered the hit, but we need to handle it carefully."  Nazario said, trying to maintain some control over his son’s temper; even though he was feeling the same degree of vengeance, now was not the time to make rash decisions.  This needed to be handled wisely and swiftly. "All right, all right, Dad, what are you suggesting?"  Kane huffed. They discussed how and when to make their move.  Kurtus had already put the hit out on his grandparents, but Tony and Zachary had his man in their pocket.  After much discussion, they finally decided on the day that Kurtus Morotti would die. However, the question now was who would carry out the hit.  Of course, Kane wanted the pleasure, but so did Nazario and Zachary. That started a heated debate on who deserved the privilege more. Ara sat back and listened to the conversation, and she the more she listened the more she realized that she needed to step up and do the deed.  Could she do it? She wasn’t sure, but this was something that she needed to do to earn the respect of the other family members and rival families. And Kurtus would never see her coming.  Taking in a deep breath, she stood with an air of authority and seriousness, and simply stated, "I have been on the receiving end of two attacks by Kurtus. As the soon to be Donna of the Morotti family, I feel it is my duty and my right to take out Kurtus." Everyone stared in shock at Ara.  Fuck. "Ara, honey, you don't have to get your hands dirty."  Kane begged. "Yes, Ara, let one of us do it."  Nazario said. "No.  I need to do this, and if by some chance, I can't, I will welcome your assistance."  Ara stated in a voice of authority. Kane Sr. and Zachary looked at the young woman who would be co-leading the families and smiled. Through the years they had fine-tuned their intuitions and perceptions, and both knew that before them stood the future of their families. Finally, the couples retired after a tiring evening.  Zachary, Claudia, and Tony left, but Claudia would be back tomorrow to help Rosa with more wedding planning.  A lot of things still needed to be done and they were running out of time, but Rosa felt that the wedding of Ara's dreams would come true.  Since it was so late, Kane and Ara decided to spend the night in Kane's old room. Rosa loaned Ara a nightgown, but chuckled to herself, knowing that it would probably wind up on the bedroom floor. Kane helped Ara up the stairs to the third floor and opened the door to his childhood bedroom.  Thank god his mother had remodeled it after he left, because the king size bed was a welcome site, compared to the full size bed he had as a teenager.  In addition, all the teenaged memorabilia and posters had been taken down and, in their place was a coat of silver gray paint. "Kane, can you help me get out of this dress?"   Ara was exhausted, and fighting to get out of the bloodied dress that she had been in all evening was that last thing she needed. "Sure, my love."  Kane said, as he went behind her and unzipped the dress then began to unclasp the metal chain.  After undoing all the clasps, he gently pushed the dress off her shoulders and it fell onto the floor.  Ara step out and he picked up the dress and threw it in one of the chairs in the room. "I really loved that dress, and now, it's ruined."  Ara sighed. "I would buy you a million dresses to replace that one, but, baby, there is only one you; that I can’t or won’t replace.  I can't live without you." "I feel the same way." "Come here and let me take care of you."  Kane said, taking her by the hand and leading her into the en suite.  He was never more thankful for the jetted tub that his mom had installed during his high school football playing days.  He could remember many nights soaking in the tub after a hard game or practice, but, tonight, it would be a great muscle relaxer for Ara.  Starting the water, he turned and looked at his love. Standing in the middle of the bathroom in her strapless bra and white lace panties with his name tag on them, he noticed the bruise on her rib cage and her face.  He could feel his hatred for Kurtus surfacing again. Dropping to his knees, he kissed each bruise tenderly, and, when he had finished, he hooked his fingers on the top of her panties and pulled them down her long silky legs.  Standing up, he reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and stepped back to admire her naked beauty. Taking her hand, he led her over to the tub and assisted her into it, then removed his clothes and slid in behind her, carefully pulling her back against his chest.  They both sighed deeply as they felt themselves relax and reconnect after the turbulent evening. This was heaven. "Kane, thank you for taking such wonderful care of me." "I live to do so, my love."  Kane said, and then put his chin on her shoulder.  "I can honestly say I have never have been as frightened in my entire life as I was when I saw you tonight with blood on your dress." "I know.  It happened so quickly, but I am so happy I knew how to defend myself.  The only thing I regret is not being able to knock the asshole out." "Well, you got away safely, and that is all that matters.  The plan is in place, and soon he will be dead." "But how did he get in the building?  You had added extra security for the party; I don’t understand." "Dad and I reviewed the video footage at the club with Uriel. Someone let him in the back door." "But, where was the guard?  Do you think he was involved?  Do you think we have a mole in the family?"  Ara questioned. "I don't know, baby, but I promise I will find out.  The guys are working on it as we speak." "Okay." "Now let's just relax and enjoy the jets." "Gladly."  Ara sighed. After long relaxing bath, Kane reached over to the warming rack, and removed the thick fluffy towels and dried and wrapped each other up before coming back into the bedroom.  Kane removed Ara's towel and helped her into the bed. "Rosa gave me a nightgown to wear.  I left it on the vanity." "I need to feel all of you next to me tonight."  Kane said. "Of course, my love." Kane removed his towel and crawled in the behind her, and then, ever so gently, pulled Ara as close as possible to him.  He buried his nose into her mahogany locks, and deeply breathed in her scent. There was nothing like her sweet aroma, and, within a few moments, both were sound asleep entwined around each other. The next day was filled with massive amounts of wedding planning.  Claudia was so excited to be a part of the planning, that, at one point, she broke down in tears. "What’s the matter?"  Ara asked as she looked over and saw a tear sliding down Claudia’s face.  She walked over and wrapped her arm around the top of Claudia’s shoulders. "I am just so happy, caro ."  Claudia said, wiping away the tears with a handkerchief.  "For so many years, I have felt the disappointment in the way Sebastian and Kurtus turned out.  Like I did something wrong with the way I raised Sebastian. I can't believe how cruel and vicious he is; not to mention that he raised Kurtus to be just like him.  Then, my dearest Zachary tells me that a have a granddaughter who is not only beautiful on the outside, but stunning on the inside, as well. Ara, you have brightened my life and I hope that maybe, one day, you would feel comfortable enough to call me grandmother." "I think I would like that."  Ara choked out. She couldn't believe that in such a short amount of time she went from being all alone, to having a large group of people wanting, no, needing, to love her. Rosa’s friend and her daughter arrived and Ara was asked about what she envisioned as her dream wedding dress.  Ara described what she liked and what she didn't and Atelier took down all the notes. She picked up her sketch pad and quickly began to sketch out the dress.  While she was busy doing so, Rosa showed Ara the invitation that had been printed and she loved how they turned out. She was so amazed how they could be printed so quickly, but Rosa said money was the answer to getting what you wanted, when you wanted it.  The front of the invitation was black lace with a medallion in the center with their names, Kane and Arabella, etched on it. The inside of the invitation, had been talked about and debated greatly and after many discussions it had been decided that it would read as follows: Mr. & Mrs. Nazario Leone request the pleasure of your company at the marriage of Arabella Marie White to their son Kane Anthony Ian Leone Saturday, the eighth of August two thousand and fifteen six o'clock in the evening St. James Cathedral 804 Ninth Street, Seattle, Washington Reception to follow at The Great Hall at Union Station 401 South Jackson Street Seattle, Washington RSVP by email                                        [email protected]            The guest list was finalized, and, in the end, 475 guests were being invited.  Ara still could not get over the number, but Rosa, Claudia, and Clara explained that the number was correct.  Of course, Zachary and Claudia were attending, but so were Sebastian, Portia, Kurtus, and Simon. Kane was not happy about it, but, to keep up appearances, it had to be done.  Also, many members of the Morotti family were being invited, again, not out of the ordinary, with Kane becoming the next Don of the Leone family it was customary for rival families to attend and make nice, even if it was only for one day. It was understood that, during events such as this, a standing truce was in effect.  Invitations were going to be sent out to most all crime family heads throughout the United States and some were even sent to the families in Ireland and Italy. Claudia was a great help with choosing the flowers, since it was a passion of hers; she knew the meaning of almost every flower.  She called in a favor with one of her friends who ran a floral shop. Once they were informed of tight time limit, but the amount of flowers needed not only for the church, but also the reception venue, the owner of the shop said she was willing to close down the week of the wedding and devote her and her staff’s time to the wedding.  This was very exciting, but Ara was sure the amount of money that had been offered helped with the florist’s decision. Looking through different design ideas for flower arrangements, Ara decided which ones were her favorites. For the church, the pews would be adorned with large kissing balls made of white roses with rhinestone stems placed throughout. Every other pew would have a large candle holder decorated with white tulle and satin ribbon, with a hurricane holder with a white pillar candle.  A white lace aisle runner would be placed down for Ara’s walk to the altar. Claudia was so excited that her family heirloom would be used again. Claudia had received the runner from her mother, who received it from her mother and now it would be used for her beautiful granddaughter. As the week progressed, Ara's dress was being worked on, the bridesmaids dresses had been selected and sized, invitations sent out and a beautiful wedding cake had been ordered.  As Ara, Rosa, Clara, and Claudia worked on the wedding details, Kane was working on another ceremony of importance that was of personal importance to him and Ara, their collaring ceremony.  He had called his mentor, Peter, who was elated to stand witness to the ceremony, along with his submissive, Charlotte. The ceremony was going to be held on the Thursday before the wedding in Kane and Ara’s home.  Kane and Peter had gone to the jeweler and selected Ara's collar that would be worn at special occasions and a collar she would wear during their playtime. Peter had explained to Kane that he had purchased many different collars for Charlotte over the years.  Some were to show his dominance at a play party, while others were used in the playroom because of their durability. Kane then went to Brooklyn to select the gown Ara would wear during the ceremony. He knew that Brooklyn would never break his trust and reveal the details to anyone about the dress.  Next, he went to the printers that he used for all the contracts for the club and had a copy of their contract printed on the finest linen paper in an elegant Bickham script. A dinner was planned for the two couples after the ceremony, then Kane and Ara would spend the rest of their first night as Master and submissive in his playroom.  In preparation for this event, Ara had decided that she would give her Master her anal virginity. She had been wearing a butt plug each day for several hours and had gradually increased the size to accommodate her Master’s large girth. They had discussed it in detail and both were excited to be experiencing it the night of the collaring. Ara took a break from wedding planning and had Brooklyn and Katrina come over to help with a wedding gift she wanted to do for Kane.  She was going to have Brooklyn take sensual nude photographs of her and have them printed and mounted to be placed wherever Kane desired in his playroom.  The first picture was of her tied by her hands and stretched up. The rope knots were very simple and something she could do herself, not wanting Kane to get upset over someone else tying her up.  The next photo was one where her breasts were displayed laying on a bed of satin material and the last was a shy looking picture where she sat on a bed naked, yet revealed nothing, but the allure was still there.  Brooklyn said she’d mount all three together and Ara came up with an apothegm that would be printed underneath the photos. "I belonged to you even before I knew you." And, as if all the wedding planning and the collaring ceremony planning was not enough to keep everyone busy, Nazario, Kane, Ara, and Zachary were in talks about the exchange of power and the details of how it would occur.  They decided that, after the wedding, during the reception, they would slip out to a side room and perform the ceremony which would shift the power of the families. Ara would change from her wedding gown into her Donna gown, while Kane would change from his wedding tuxedo to a suit that made him look like the powerful Don that he was, and then they would walk back into the reception, where the introductions would be made.  Nazario had arranged for extra security for the wedding and reception; Erik would not be leaving Ara's side. Nazario and Rosa were going to walk Ara down the aisle. Uriel was Kane's best man, while Katrina was the maid of honor. Brooklyn was a bridesmaid, along with Janetta, Kate, and Kane's cousins, Becky and Elizabeth. The groomsmen were Erik, Ben, Iezekiel, Henderson, and Ted. Henderson was a member of the family, and Ted was a friend from the New York Italian Crime family. Wedding planned...check....Collaring Ceremony planned...check check....Passing of the Family power planned....check, check, check, and check.  The death of Kurtus planned...Oh hell yeah, checked.   Chapter 28   Even though Seattle was known for its rain and chill, Thursday morning was bright and warm with soft billowy clouds scattered across the crystal blue sky.  Kane was awake, watching Ara sleep, mumbling softly about strawberries, and not really understanding what she was saying, but just happy to see the sweet smile on her sleeping face.  Today was the day of the collaring ceremony. The anticipation of placing his collar around her lovely neck, and becoming the Master to her submissive was at an all time high. He was so glad that he had waited to finally collar his one true submissive. Peter had instructed him that when he met that special someone, who would fulfill his Dominant needs, that he would realize the significance of the collaring ceremony.  The ceremony and its symbolism was not something to be taken lightly, but to be done reverently. Peter and his submissive/wife, Charlotte, had come over to the apartment, to counsel the couple on the significance and practices of collaring a submissive, as it would relate to Ara and Kane.  The ceremony protocols had been reviewed, and Peter assigned Ara and Kane the task of writing their vows to each other. It took Kane several hours and drafts until he was satisfied that he had expressed his feelings, hopes, and dreams for their relationship. Kane had scheduled an appointment for Ara, Brook, and Katrina to receive a day of total pampering at the spa today.  He ordered full body massages, waxings, manicures, pedicures, and hair styling. He had given strict instructions to the staff to style Ara’s hair in a soft updo that would be off the neck, making it accessible for him to attach his collar.  The gown he had chosen for her was currently in a garment bag hanging in their closet. When Brook showed him the dress, he knew that it was everything he could have wanted for her to wear for the ceremony. Since Erik would still be on duty, Brook was invited to attend the ceremony.  She and Charlotte would be helping Ara get ready before the ceremony and escort her to the living room.  The living room had been decorated with scented cream pillar candles throughout. There was a small table with a larger pillar candle in a bold scarlet hue that was placed on a gold base.  Beside it was their elegantly scripted contract, which they would both sign at the conclusion of the ceremony. His plan was to have a copy framed and displayed in a place of prominence in the playroom. "Mmm, good morning."  Ara said in her husky morning voice. "Good morning, my love, sleep well?" "Yes.  What time is it?" "A little after eight," he responded as he ran his finger softly down her spine. "Shit.  Brook and Katrina are going to be here at nine."  She gasped as she attempted to jump out of the bed.  Kane reached out and pulled her to him. "You have plenty of time, love.  I have scheduled for the three of you to spend the day at the spa, where you will be pampered all day." Ara was excited and nervous about collaring ceremony that night, but was exhilarated at the thought of finally being able to call Kane her Master for the first time.  When he had told her about the arrangements he had made for a day at the spa, she was appreciative, but when he explained to her that as her Dominant it was his responsibility to ensure that his submissive was relaxed and pampered for tonight's activities, she was deeply touched.  Blushing over the idea of what he may have in store for her. She had been preparing herself for this night. She had been following her diet, exercise regime, and had even graduated to the largest anal plug in preparation for the gift she would be bestowing upon her Master tonight.  She was actually able to wear it comfortably for long periods of time. Kane was ecstatic with helping prepare with the insertion and removal of the anal plugs. Always licking those pouty, sexy lips and moaning how fucking hot it was going to be when he was finally able to, in his words, ‘fuck that delectable ass’.  Hearing his enthusiasm definitely eased the insertion and removal process for Ara. "Thank you for wonderful spa day."  Ara moaned as she began placing kisses on Kane sternum. "You are very welcome.  Now you need to get up and get dressed; we have a big day and an even bigger night ahead of us." "Yes, Sir."  Ara smirked. "Oh little girl, the things I am going to do to you tonight," Kane moaned while adjusting his arousal. "Can't wait, Sir," she responded as they climbed out of the bed and dressed for the day.  Kane had even purchased a new outfit for Ara’s day at the spa. He had purchased a comfortable pair of stretched jeans, a soft blue peasant blouse that hung off her smooth shoulders, and a pair of black flats.  Being the good Dominant that he strived to be, he had purchased a strapless bra and thong set for her to wear underneath. He had rented out the entire spa for the day, to ensure the safety of Ara and the others during their day at the spa.  Erik, Uriel, Ben, and Donnie Newton were going to be stationed at the Ananya Spa as security. Once they were ready, they descended the stairs to the dining room, where Janetta had prepared a light breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, fruit, and coffee.  As they were finishing up, Erik walked in, escorting Brook and Katrina with him. Brook and Katrina were dressed similarly to Ara in jeans and loose fitting tops, but opted for heels instead of flats. "Ara, you look beautiful; I love that color on you."  Katrina gushed. "Thanks, it was a gift from Kane." "Kane, you have great taste in fashion."  Brook smirked, knowing that his tastes were very varied and the dress that was upstairs was a good example of that. Kane stood up and pulled Ara close.  "Listen to Erik, and don't go anywhere alone.  The Spa staff is aware that he will always be stationed outside the door and that you will have access to your phone at all times.  If you feel anything out of the ordinary, push the panic button." "I will, I promise."  After the Munch party, this was a promise that would not be hard for Ara to make or keep. Soon, they were on their way to the spa, where they were met by an attendant who escorted them through the large wooden doors and into the reception area of the spa. "Welcome to Ananya.  My name is Samantha, and, as your attendant, I will be with you throughout the day.  If you have any questions or needs, please just ask and I will make sure it is done."  Samantha said, looking at the three beautiful women before her. She was informed by management that the spa had been rented out exclusively for these three women, which told her that customer service was to be of the utmost importance and quality.  "Now, which one of you is Miss Ara?" Ara smiled.  "That would be me." "Mr. Leone has arranged for you to enjoy an entire day’s worth of treatments, and I must say he has selected treatments that will have you totally relaxed.  Ladies, if you will follow me to the dressing room to change into your robes." Ara, Brook, and Katrina undressed and put on their soft, fluffy spa robes.  Erik waited at his post outside the door, while Uriel was stationed at the front entrance. Zachary was stationed at the back door and Ben would be patrolling through the building. The girls discovered that Kane had set them up with Nimai package.  First, they would start with a ninety minute Swedish massage. Ara’s masseuse was a slightly heavyset woman named Catarina.  Working over each muscle, she skillfully rubbed out most all the knots. Next, her body was wrapped in a coconut milk and honey wrap with sugar glow.  As the wrap was applied, another attendant came in and began a facial, which lightly exfoliated her skin, causing her already perfect completion to simply glow.  Removing the body wrap, she was then helped back into her robe and was escorted out of the room and into the bath area where Brook and Katrina were already soaking in the tub.  Removing her robe Ara slipped into the luxurious water with Brook and Katrina. The steaming water lapped over her now relaxed body. "Fuck, this feels so good."  Ara moaned, leaning back against the bath wall. Katrina sighed as she allowed the hot water to infuse the bath salts into her pores.  "Damn, I am asking my husband to send me here every week." Ara jerked her head around.  "Husband?" Katrina's hand flew to her mouth covering it up, but it was too late.  Not only had she verbally slipped, but she was not covering her mouth with her left hand, which prominently displayed her wedding rings. Uriel had proposed, and, of course, she accepted.  As they sat talking about what type of wedding she wanted, he had been very shocked when she said she wanted to go to the courthouse and get married immediately.   A grand wedding had never been something she wanted. In her heart, the fuss of a wedding was not what connected them; it was the joining of their hearts, hands, and lives.  Therefore, after applying for their license and waiting the required waiting period, they were married in a quiet ceremony at a Bed and Breakfast outside of town by a Justice of the Peace. Realizing the damage was done, Katrina was about to go into damage control.  "Shit, okay, okay we were married two weeks ago." "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WERE MARRIED TWO WEEKS AGO?!"  Ara yelled. "I am your best friend, and you didn't invite me.  What the hell Katrina?" Ara’s face was growing crimson, and it wasn’t from the steam of the bath. "Ara, I am sorry you were not there, but that is how we, no, I wanted it done.  We were going to announce our marriage after your and Kane's wedding." "But didn't you want a large wedding?"  Brook asked, trying to break the tension in the room. "No, this was the perfect way for us.”  Turning to Ara, she continued, “Please don't be mad.  I am so happy with Uriel, and I love married life." Ara was upset that she missed her best friend's wedding, but had calmed down enough to realize that, as long as Katrina was happy, she would be also.  She reached over and embraced Katrina. "I'm not mad, I just wish I had been there to witness it with you. I love you, Katrina." After Katrina had regaled Ara and Brook with the details of their private wedding, and showed off her rings, the friends spent the rest of their time at the spa being pampered.  The stylist washed, conditioned, trimmed, and styled Ara's hair to Kane’s specifications, well, not specifications, but orders. It was pulled up in a messy up-do, which left her neck exposed for his collar.                                *******  ** ********* Zachary was still stationed at the back door of the spa.  After a short period of time, he made sure he was alone and dialed Kurtus's number. "Hey Kurtus, thought you would want to know that Ara is at Ananya Spa.  Some big ceremony going on tonight." "What the fuck?  I thought the wedding was on Saturday?"  Kurtus questioned. After his attempt to get the bitch, he had to stay out of sight.  The black eyes and broken nose were sure evidence that he was involved. A risk he could not take right now. Then his mother called and told him that the family had been invited to Kane Leone's wedding to an Arabella White.  How had he missed the fact that Kane had been dating this chick for so long? Whatever the case, he needed to make the bitch pay for breaking his nose. He had waited for the shit to calm down before he went to the doctors and had it reset.  He couldn’t use the family doctor; that shit would get around faster than he could catch it. "I don't know shit about that.  All I know is the only people coming tonight are Peter and his wife, Charlotte." "Peter Brookshire, fuck, he was Kane’s mentor, which means that motherfucking asshole is going to collar that nose breaking bitch.  What the fuck is he thinking? I need you to keep me up to date." Hanging up Zachary looked around and was comfortable that no one had caught him talking to Kurtus on the phone, he continued to watch the back of the building, but also gathering as much information as he could about the woman who had caught Kane Leone's eye. While Ara was at the spa, Kane was busy setting up for the dinner which would occur after the ceremony, but before they finally went to the playroom.  As he prepared the equipment and tools that he had recently purchased for their first time as Master and submissive, it suddenly startled him that, she was going to be calling him Master.  Those thoughts quickly aroused him to the point of almost pain. He knew he was going to have to rub one out or else he was afraid that he would cum too soon when she presented him with her anal sex V-card.  He was looking forward to be fucking that tight little ass, no tight little virgin ass.  This was going to be his and only his.  After everything had been set up, he went into their bathroom and took a very long shower.  As he stood under the hot water, he closed his eyes an imagined what it will be like to be balls deep in Ara's ass.  Pouring a generous amount of body wash in his hand, he grasped his long thick throbbing cock and began to moving his hand up and down, all while thinking of Ara.  With each stroke, he could almost feel her wrapped around him. The pressure was building quickly and, suddenly, long streams of cum shot out and landed on the wall of the shower.  Fuck; that was intense. He had planned it so he would not see her again until the time she was led into the ceremony by Brook and Charlotte. So, after the shower, he went to the guest room where his new suit was waiting. Today was a day of new beginnings and he wanted everything to be new. That included his suit.  He decided to forgo shaving, because the scruff on his chin would be useful in the playroom tonight.  He slipped on the new pair of Armani pants over his naked ass, since he was going commando, he then added a crisp white French cuff shirt.  Buttoning up the shirt, but leaving several to buttons unbuttoned to show off his chest, he finally added the matching jacket. After scrutinizing his form in the mirror, and once he was satisfied he looked ready, he left the room and went to playroom to mentally prepare for tonight.  Turning on the lights, he walked in and looked around the room while he surveyed all that was his domain. He had taken great pride when selecting and purchasing each piece of equipment, but none of that mattered now. She was now, and always would be, the most precious thing that was in the room.  Nothing in this room had any value; they could be replaced, but she was one of a kind, the light in his dark life, the air from his lungs, the very blood that ran through his veins. Sitting down on the small loveseat, he began clearing his mind of all outside distractions, his focus needed to be on her and her alone .  I am her Dominant, I will not misuse her trust in me, I will push her limits, yet watch for signs of distress, I will listen, watch for all my cues, because, in the end, she is the one with all the power.  Kane thought to himself.  Yes, he thought to himself, he was ready.                                                         ~~~~~*~~~~~ Ara returned from the spa.  After an entire day of pampering, she didn’t think she had ever felt so blissful.  Kane had thought of everything, even lunch being delivered from her favorite restaurant.  Uriel and Katrina left, but not until she told Uriel that he had some explaining to do about getting married and not telling anyone.  Uriel blushed and said they would make an announcement at the rehearsal dinner. Kissing them both of cheek, she told them she would see them tomorrow.  Shit, tomorrow was going to hell; she knew she would be sore, but she couldn't or wouldn't let that deter her from enjoying tonight. She and Brook walked upstairs to her and Kane's bedroom where she was going to get ready for the ceremony.  She had not seen the dress that Kane had selected, but she was confident that it would be perfect. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Brook opened the door to let Charlotte in. She was already dressed for the occasion. Charlotte’s dress was so unique and different; Ara loved it.  It was sheer fabric with an embroidered design of birds and flowers that were positioned to cover her nipples and pussy and on the shoulders and hips were long strings of lilac. "Charlotte, you look so beautiful.  I love your dress so much." Ara gushed. "Thank you.  Master has incredible taste for fashion.  Now we must start getting ready, because you don't want to be late and receive a punishment on your first time in the playroom with your Master." Brook began to put her dress that Erik had selected and purchased for her.  They had already had several sessions in his playroom and she had been so happy and surprised to see what wonderful a Dominant he was.  He was strict, but always checked on her and was mindful of her limits. This past weekend they had discussed not only being Dominant/submissive but also boyfriend/girlfriend.  On Tuesday, he had taken her out to dinner and then a moonlit walk along the sound. It was perfect, and every time she thought of it, it made her smile. The dress she would be wearing for the ceremony tonight was a powder blue one shoulder gown.  There was a sheer material between her breasts that wrapped around the waist and the back. The bottom of the gown had soft scalloped layers. It was beautiful, and she loved it. Ara unzipped the dress bag and tears formed in her eyes.  The dress was stunning. It was a long sheer gown with white lace appliqués.  The back was sheer also, but had another white lace appliqué and the bottom had a puffy piece of tulle.  Slipping on her gown, the impact of tonight’s events were starting to overwhelm her, and she knew she needed to center herself. "Brook, Charlotte do you mind giving me a moment?" Charlotte was aware of what was happening to Ara, and she was happy to provide her with some solitude.  She was aware that even though Ara was a very new submissive, she had shown the maturity of a very seasoned submissive.  "Certainly, my dear." After they left the room, Ara stood in the middle of the room, head down, legs apart, and hands to her side and she began to chat to herself.  "I am his submissive to do as he wills it; I will remember my safe words, and I will put my trust in him and him alone." Taking in some deep breaths, she was ready.  Picking up the white rose that she was going to present Kane, she opened the door to find Charlotte and Brook ready to escort her to the ceremony. Kane was waiting with Erik and Peter in the living room that was now lit by the hundreds of candles that were scattered throughout. The contract was in place awaiting their signatures.  He had her first collar in a dark blue velvet box waiting for the time to place it around her delicate neck.  He knew that she would not be wearing it every day, so had purchased a diamond tennis bracelet with a platinum heart on it.  The back of the heart was engraved "Master Kane's Pet" along with the today's date. He also had the single red rose to present to her during the ceremony.  Peter then rang the bell, indicating that it was time. Kane looked toward the entrance of the living room and was totally floored by her beauty, and the significance of the evening.  He couldn't see her face since she had her head down and was being helped to the ceremony site by Brook and Charlotte, but the dress only accentuated her gorgeous figure. He was one lucky son of a bitch. Peter began the ceremony.  "I have seen to the mentoring of Kane through his journey as a Dominant.  I can attest to his education and skill as a Dominant. He will be strict but fair and will always put the needs of his submissive before his own.  Ara, do you understand the relationship you are consenting to enter into?" "Yes, Sir."  She responded confidently. "Kane, you may now take what is yours."  Peter said as he stepped away. Kane turned to Ara.  "Kneel, my pet." Ara handed the rose to Charlotte and proceeded to lower herself onto her knees.  Once in position, Charlotte handed the rose back. "As you kneel at my feet, will you take this symbol of my ownership, to wear as a sign to us and those in our community that you are mine and belong only to me?" "I kneel as a sign of my submission to you and acceptance of the symbol of your ownership.  I will wear it proudly for all of my days, Sir." Kane opened the box and took out the collar that he had so lovingly purchased.  To some, it may have appeared to be a bit extravagant, but there was no limit to this symbol of his ownership for his first and last collared submissive.  It was a platinum and diamond necklace. A large two-carat diamond lay in the center, with one carat diamonds on the side and another above it, the rest of the necklace was made up of diamonds in shapes of flowers and vines.  The back of the necklace had a lock with a specialized key to lock and unlock it. Kane placed the collar around her neck and locked it into place. He reverently placed a kiss upon her neck where the collar rested. "You, my pet, now belong to me." "I now belong to you, Master."  Ara agreed with tears in her eyes as she finally had the right to say his true title.  She then handed the rose to Kane, who, in turn, handed her his. The white rose was a symbol of her virginity to the ceremony, and Kane's red rose was the symbol of her blood that flowed through his heart alone. Kane offered his hand to Ara, and helped her to her feet.  They walked over to the table and again read the contract aloud before their witnesses.  Once finished, they both signed it. "I accept your desire to serve me and will honor your feelings and needs.  I will always put your best interest first before my dominance over you. You belong to me, and, you are, now and forever, a part of my body and soul.  Your happiness, health, and well-being are in my care and I will tend to them because you are a part of me and my destiny." "I accept the conditions of the contract and give my service and respect to you.  I honor and love you and will serve you will all that I have and all that I am. My body, heart, and mind is yours to do as you will.  I will always trust that you will have my best interests at heart. My submission to you, I give freely, and I never will feel my service is a burden.  I am now a part of you and will respect you and your dominance over me as our lives have become one." Kane pulled her toward to him and kissed her with all the passion and desire he contained at that moment.  "I love you, my pet." "As I love you, Master." "Fuck; I love the sound of that."  Kane moaned, as he began grinding his now extremely hard cock into her. Everyone congratulated the couple, and soon they were all sitting at the dinner table having the wonderful meal that Janetta had prepared.  Light conversation was had about the community, and Kane and Ara’s wedding. Everyone was excited about the upcoming nuptials and that Kane would be taking over the family.  Erik was the only one at the table that knew that Ara would also be taking over the ruling of the Leone Family and the Morotti Family. He remained silent to the fact. As soon as dinner was over Peter, Charlotte, Erik, and Brook left, leaving Kane and Ara to enjoy the rest of the night. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the playroom.  Standing in the room, she lowered her head and waited for her Master's command. Kane walked around his now collared submissive taking in her beauty and grace.  "Raise your arms," he commanded and once she had, he lowered the zipper of the gown.  After it was unzipped, he slipped his hands on the tops of her shoulders and slid the gown until it slipped off her body like a waterfall crashing onto the floor.  She was now naked, except for his collar. "Why are you here?"  Kane asked. Ara remained quiet.  Kane smirked, what a good little pet.  "You may speak." "This girl is here to serve you, Master.  Whatever you want, Master." Ara moaned. "On your knees!"  Kane commanded. Belle got on her knees, with her head still down and hands on her lap. "Tonight, I am going to fuck your mouth, your ass, and your pussy.  Now, take out my cock and get ready for me." Ara’s shaky hands began to unbutton and unzip the zipper of his pants.  She was nervous, but overly excited. As soon as the zipper was lowered, his long thick cock bounced out, ready to be sucked into her hot little mouth. "Open up and make sure to breathe through your nose, and, if at any time you need me to stop, tap my leg three times.  Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." “What is your color, pet?” “Green, Master, very green.” Kane positioned his cock at her mouth, tapping the head against her bottom lip, and then pushed it in to her warm waiting mouth, groaning at the feeling.  Slowly and steadily, he began to fuck her mouth; with every stroke he went in deeper and deeper until he felt the tip touch the back of the throat. For a moment, she began to gag, but, quickly, she relaxed her throat, and breathed through her nose, and then, she was able to continue.  Grabbing her head, he began to increase the speed, his legs began to shake, and the pressure built until he erupted into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed all that he gave her, like a baby bird taking all that its parent had to give. Kane pulled his now softening cock from her mouth.  Lovingly stroking her hair. "You did so well, my pet.  Are you ready for more? You may speak freely." "Yes, Master." "Good, over to the bed, my pet." Ara rose from her knees and walked over to the bed and stood by the side, waiting for the next command. "Lie on your stomach.  Place the pillow under you with your ass up in the air." Ara climbed on the bed and positioned herself as her Master commanded. Removing his clothes, Kane picked up the bullet vibrator, turned it on its lowest setting, and slowly began to rub it against her clit.  Using his finger, he rubbed her pussy lips, and noted that she was, in fact, extremely wet and needy. Inserting the vibrator into her pussy, he reached for the condom and lube.  After placing the condom on his cock, he rubbed lube all over it. Next, he poured the lube on her anal opening and slowly pushed in one finger, then two, and, when he felt she was ready, he pulled out his fingers and positioned his cock at the opening. "I need for you to relax, my pet; if it becomes too much, make sure you use your safe words.  You are free to be as vocal as you want." "This girl understands, Master." Kane slowly began to push his cock into her inch by inch, allowing her to adjust, relax, and hopefully enjoy it.  The feeling of her tight ass as it gripped onto his cock almost made him cum prematurely. "Master, move faster, please!"  Ara cried. The vibrator in her pussy and Kane's cock filling up her ass was beyond words.  Never would she have known the ecstasy of just how completely full she felt. Kane began to move quicker and with more force as he fucked her tight ass. The feeling was getting to be too much for Ara. She needed to cum and cum now.  "Master, this girl needs to cum." "No! Hold off until I am ready."  Kane moaned as he tried to hold off his own ejaculation so he could enjoy fucking her ass more. Ara tried to think of something else, but nothing was working.  "Master, please, this girl can't hold off anymore." "THEN CUM NOW!!"  Kane roared as he, too, came, filling up the condom. "YES, MASTER!"  Ara yelled as she came hard. Kane collapsed on top of Ara’s back as he tried to regain some strength.  Placing sweet kisses on the back of her neck, he gasped out, "I love you, my pet." Ara was still lying on the pillow, enjoying the feeling of her Master’s weight; hearing those words always made her heart skip a beat. She collected herself from the intense scene.  Turning her head, she gasped out her heartfelt words. "I love you, too, Master." Kane hummed with the sound of her voice saying those wonderful words.  Pulling away from her, he eased himself from her ass, pulled off the condom, and disposed it in the trashcan.  He removed the vibrator and placed it on the towel he had on the table to be cleaned later. "Roll over, my pet." Ara rolled over and Kane picked her up, bridal style and carried into the bath.  Placing her feet onto the floor, he started the bath and quickly returned to her.  "Are you okay?" "Yes, Master." "Good.  Now let me take care of my little pet." Easing her into the tub, Kane picked up the washcloth and began to wash every inch of her exquisite body.  The soft lights of the bathroom gave her body a soft glow, but the diamonds in the collar picked up the lights and gave off a prism of colors, and, at that moment, she had an ethereal glow to her.  Dropping the cloth, he climbed into the tub behind her. "Turn around, my pet." Ara turned around and looked deep into his green eyes, which were so full of love and desire. "I have claimed your mouth and your ass, now it is time to claim my pussy.  Straddle my lap and ride me." Kane commanded. Ara did as she was told without hesitation and, as his massive cock filled her up so completely, she sighed with happiness.  She was Kane Leone's collared submissive, his only ever collared submissive, and, in two days’ time, she was going to be Mrs. Kane Leone. She could not wait.   Chapter 29   Pedro jumped in the car on his way to the mechanic’s shop to make his last payment to the guy who was going to rig Zachary Morotti's car.   Zachary's driver had already dropped off the car and the guy was waiting for his final payment before doing the job.  After Zachary and Claudia were killed in the crash, Pedro was responsible for the cleanup. He would be responsible for ensuring the mechanic wouldn't get the chance to spend any of $50,000 that he was paid for job.  Then he would take out Nazario Leone’s man, Donnie Newton, who had been double crossing the Leones, and feeding information to Kurtus. Newton had worked his way up the ranks in the Leone Crime family, and, as of yesterday, been assigned the duty to stand guard on the White chick who was going to marry Kane Leone tomorrow.  What everyone did not know was that the wedding hinged on how this plan worked out. If the evidence they were planting was discovered, the Leones would appear to be responsible for Zachary and Claudia’s deaths, and, according to Kurtus, “ain’t no way there will be any celebrating tomorrow.” It would be all out war between the Morotti and Leone families.  And then Kurtus would take over as the grieving grandson, out for vengeance against the Leone family. It was a perfect plan. Of course, Pedro would also reap the benefits, being second in command to Kurtus. "Jason, my man, how’s it going?"  Pedro asked as he strolled into the shop. "Busy, man, busy." Jason stood, taking out the rag from his back pocket and wiping the grease off of his hands. Walking up to Jason, Pedro pulled out the brown envelope from his jacket pocket containing the remaining $25,000.00 payment to finish the job, and hands it over.  "Did the car come in yet?" Pedro asks. "Yeah, about an hour ago.  So, do you have the other item or what?"  Jason questioned. Pedro was supposed to have supplied a set of fingerprints that were to be placed on both the brake line and on the dash.  They told Jason that Zachary and Claudia were going to their mountainside home for the night. Jason needed to cut the brake line in such a way that when Zachary was applying pressure to the brakes on the return trip, it would cause the tampered cable to snap, and they would have no brakes for the sharp turns and steep inclines they would need going down.  They wouldn’t stand a chance of surviving. "Here, but be careful with that, it’s the only set I've got and it cost me a fuck load of money."  Pedro said as he handed over the fingerprints. "Sure, man."  Jason said as he took the fingerprints.  He knew that this was his opportunity to pay back Tony’s favor.  "Hey, man, I got the inside scoop on a new sex club." "Really, what kind?"  Pedro questioned excitedly. "The extremely kinky kind.  They say it’s mainly geared to Doms without collared subs.  They have a large selection of submissives that you can choose from, and, word has it, they are up for anything, and I mean anything." "Wow, I ain’t heard shit about it.  Where is it?" Pedro asked, knowing that Kurtus needed a release, because, for the last few weeks, he had been holed up in his apartment because that bitch broke his nose.  Now the bitch was marrying Kane Leone tomorrow in a huge fucking wedding and they even had the nerve to invite the whole Morotti family. Jason gave him the address and the pass code to get in.  He told Pedro that it was their security measure to make sure that only like-minded people were permitted entry and that they changed the code daily, so, if they wanted to go another day, they would have to let him know and he would get the new code.  Pedro took the info and told Jason to make sure he did this job right, and there may be more jobs headed his way once Kurtus was in charge. He got in his car and took off. As soon as Pedro was out of sight, Jason picked up the phone and called Tony. "It’s done man." "Good job, did he take the bait?"  Tony asked. "Yeah, man, you could almost see the light dancing around his eyes."  Jason snickered. "Alright, leave the fingerprints in the envelope, pack your bag, and get of town for awhile.  I’ll make sure your shop is taken care of. And, Jason… we’re even." "Thanks, Tony, thanks a lot."  Jason smiled as he hung up the phone, looked into the envelope.  Yeah, he certainly could use a vacation. Tony hung up with Jason and went into Zachary’s home office.  When he walked in, he found Zachary and Claudia sitting together on the sofa.  Today was a hard day for them, because they knew that, by the end of the day, their grandson would be dead, and that they had hand in planning it. "Zachary, that was Jason; it's done." "Vivere per la famiglia o morire."   Zachary stated with conviction. Claudia buried her face in Zachary's shoulder and softly cried.                                                       ******  ** ******* Across town, the Leones were finishing their preparations to take out Kurtus, but they were also finalizing all the wedding plans.  Just as Rosa predicted, everything that Ara had dreamed of for her wedding was becoming a reality. Ara’s wedding dress was finished, and it was the most stunning gown she had ever seen.  She could not wait to see Kane’s expression as she walked down the aisle to him. But Ara was also excited about another special dress, the dress she would wear when she was presented as the Donna to the families.  Nazario, Rosa, Kane, and Ara had taken the Leone jet and flown to Chicago to pick up her dress for the ceremony. The difference between the wedding dress and the Donna dress was so dramatic; it was obvious that each reflected the seriousness of the events for which they were chosen.  But she was thrilled to wear each of them. As Zachary, Kane, and Ara were in Nazario’s office finalizing the preparations for the night, Nazario’s phone rang.  Zachary reached over and picked up and listened intently, only responding with, "Yes. Okay." Then he hung up the phone, looked at everyone and simply stated, "It’s a go.  Kurtus took the bait, the fake club is ready, and all the actors are in place." Kane looked over at Ara, trying to get a read on her how she was feeling, but all he saw there was a look of determination.  "Okay, then, let's get this show on the road. We have Roaland on lookout at Kurtus' apartment?" "Yes, he will let us know the second he leaves."  Zachary answered as he proceeded to put on his gloves. "Great, let's go get set up."  Kane said as he took Ara’s hand and proceeded to leave.                                                        ~~~~~*~~~~~ Pedro arrived at Kurtus’ apartment and headed up in the elevator.  He let himself in and found Kurtus in the den watching a bondage film.  "It’s done, boss." "About fucking time, I can't wait to take over this family and make it what it should be, not the pansy ass family that it is now." "You’re going to be great, Boss, no doubt.  Oh, by the way, I have some other news that should cheer you up; it seems that a new sex club has just opened up." "Really?  What kind of sex club?"  He asked as he turned away from the film he was watching. "Your type, Boss." Pedro grinned. "Fuck, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.  When do they open?" "It is a twenty-four club.  I have the passcode for today." "Fucking great, let me change, and we’ll go.  I need to get the fuck out of this place and get my dick wet like yesterday." "Sure thing, Boss." Kurtus jumped up and took off to his bedroom to change into his signature playroom uniform of leather pants and a t-shirt.  Stopping off in his playroom, he grabbed a duffle bag and packed it with his favorite toys: a large ball gag, cat of nines, large claw nipple and clit clamps, and a studded belt.  Walking back to Pedro, they headed out of the apartment and down to the car. Kurtus was so excited about finally blowing off some steam. It had been two fucking weeks without pussy, and that was too fucking long.  After today, he would make sure that shit didn’t happen again. He was going to be the Don of the Morotti crime family and with that, he would have all the pussy he wanted. Not that he couldn’t have all the pussy he wanted now, but with prestige of title comes higher grade pussy.  And then, sometime down the road, he would take a wife to pop out a shitter, because he needed to have an heir. Then, he started chuckling as he thought about taking the White chick from Kane Leone as his wife. She was a fine piece of ass and he knew he could teach her how to bring him joy in the playroom.  Before long, they were pulling up in front of this warehouse on the west side. "Park the car, and I'll call you when I'm done."  Kurtus told Pedro. Pedro was thankful he didn't have to witness the Boss in action.  Over the years, he had to endure many of the sessions and clean up when it went too far, so this was truly a blessing. Kurtus exited the car, walked up to the door, and entered the passcode into the keyboard.  Opening the door, he was happy to see that this was exactly the type of club he needed. The walls were painted blood red and the light was dimmed, but not enough to not be able to see around the club. "Good evening, how can we help you, Sir?"  A tall leggy blonde-haired woman asked. "I need a playroom for four hours."  Kurtus demanded as he slung his duffle bag over his shoulder. "That will be four thousand dollars, Sir."  The attendant stated casually. "And I need one, possible two submissives."  Kurtus answered as he broke out his wallet. "Certainly, that will be an additional three thousand per submissive, Sir." Kurtus pulled out the total of $10,000 cash, and handed it over to the woman.  "I'll take one now and the other in about two hours." He demanded as he put his wallet into his back pocket. "Certainly, Sir.  I will get the girls lined up." Kurtus took as seat on one of the leather sofas lining the reception area as he waited for the attendant.  Approximately fifteen minutes later, the attendant escorted Kurtus into the inspection room of the club where ten submissives were lined up for him to select from. Kurtus took in the selection of girls for him to choose from.  All the submissives were presented in a black leather zipped up bodysuit.  Each were in presentation stance, feet apart, hands behind their back, and their heads down facing the floor. Kurtus walked the entire line and then stood back and examined each one.  There were two that really caught his attention. One, a statuesque redhead that was just his type.  His eye caught the tattoo of a hummingbird on the top of her right shoulder. But the girl that really captured his attention was the beautiful brunette that stood at the end of the line.  She just screamed “fuck me”. Her hair and build kind of reminded him of the White bitch. He thought that she would be perfect, because he would think of the White chick as he rammed his cock into the submissive’s ass relentlessly.  Sort of practice for when he took that bitch away from Kane, and she became his. Turning towards the attendant, Kurtus told her his choices, “I want the redhead and the brunette on the end.  I’ll take the brunette on the end for the first two hours, then you can send in the redhead for the last two hours.  Oh, by the way, are the rooms soundproof?” “Yes, Sir, all the playrooms are soundproof, sanitary, and stocked with various toys.”  The attendant responded. “Perfect, let’s get this show on the road.”  Kurtus demanded, and clapped his hands together.  Both of the girls he chose stayed in place as the others stepped back and left the room.  Kurtus grabbed the brunette roughly by the arm, and marched her along as he followed the attendant to the playroom. The attendant led Kurtus and the submissive down the long corridor to the first playroom on the right.  Once she entered the code into the keypad, the door slid open, and they all entered. The attendant led Kurtus to the center of the room to show him all the amenities available for his use.  The submissive, who still had her head bowed the entire time, took her kneeling position on the pillow that was just inside the door. Once Kurtus was satisfied that he had everything he needed, he dismissed the attendant, with the reminder that, in two hours, she was to send in the redhead.  The attendant acknowledged his request, and exited the room. Kurtus threw his duffle bag on the floor next to the St. Andrew’s cross, and leaned against it as he leered at the submissive kneeling by the door.  He took off his jacket and threw it over the whipping bench, and walked over to the submissive. “Well, pet, looks like it’s just me and you for the next two hours,” he said as he circled the submissive.  The submissive remained silent. Well trained , Kurtus thought to himself.  Kurtus divested himself of his shoes and shirt, leaving him in nothing but his leather pants.  He undid the button on the waist of his pants, and walked back over to the submissive. Again, he began circling the submissive and stopped directly in front of her bowed head. “It has been too long since I’ve played, my little pet, and I plan to play hard tonight.  Let’s start by seeing whether or not you have a gag reflex. I want you to pull down my zipper without using your hands, and suck my cock like your life depends on it.  NOW!” The submissive lowered her butt on to the top of her heels, but made no move to comply with Kurtus’ command.  “You got a fucking hearing problem, bitch? I just gave you a command, now follow my fucking orders!” Kurtus spit out.  When the submissive made no move to do as she was told, Kurtus reached his right hand to lift the submissive’s chin up. Once his hand touched the girl and she raised her head, the shock could have stopped Kurtus’ heart. There in front of him was Arabella White, Kane Leone’s fiancée. Ara pulled her right arm from behind her back during the minute of hesitation by Kurtus, and aimed her nine millimeter, which had been stashed under the pillow she had been kneeling on, and shot Kurtus right between the legs. Kurtus fell to the floor, blood oozing out the top of his pants and trailing out of the bottom of his pants leg, writhing in pain, “You shot me in the dick, you fucking bitch.”  He was screaming in agony. Immediately the door to the playroom flew open, and Zachary, Kane, and Nazario ran into the room.  Nazario and Zachary went to stand over Kurtus. Zachary kneeled down next to Kurtus and looked in the eyes of his sorry excuse for a grandson and said, “I may be old, Kurtus, but I will not permit even you to fuck with me.  Did you really think you could order a hit on me and your grandmother without me finding out, you piece of shit? Well let me clue you in, Kurtus, even if we had met our deaths at your hand, you would not have taken over the family.  No, that right goes to the oldest grandchild. Kurtus, meet your older half-sister, Arabella White.” Even though Kurtus was in extreme pain, he stopped and laid stock still as looked into the eyes of his half-sister.  Ara was now standing over Kurtus with her gun pointed at his head. His only thought was this can’t be happening .  Ara smiled down at him and said, “Hello, brother, now say goodbye.”  Ara pulled the trigger and fired the shot directly between Kurtus’ eyes, which were still wide with shock.   Nazario reached down and checked Kurtus for a pulse, while Kane went directly to Ara.  She was still holding the gun in her hand. Kane lowered her arm, and took the gun from her hand, putting the safety back on.  He cupped her face and kissed her forehead, “Come on, baby; let’s get out of here.” Kane looked over to Nazario, who was getting up, and saw him shake his head.  Kurtus Morotti was dead.                                                          ~~~~~*~~~~~ Kane and Ara were in the back of the car heading back to the Leone Estate.  Nazario was sitting up front with Roaland, talking on the phone. Ara was staring out the window and her hands were shaking in her lap from the adrenaline.  Kane had his arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders with her head on his chest. "Baby, are you okay?  Please say something."  Kane was starting to think maybe Ara’s silence since the shooting was a symptom of shock. Ara glanced up at Kane with a blank expression on her face.  Was she okay? Physically, yes, she felt okay, but, mentally she was all over the place.  She had just killed her half-brother in cold blood. Hell, she didn't even blink when she pulled the trigger. Ara replayed the last forty minutes of her life from the time she was lined up in the inspection room until she pulled that trigger.  While she was standing in the lineup, all she could think about was that Kurtus had to die. To keep her family safe, to keep her grandparents safe, he had to die.  And it was only right that after the two times he had tried to hurt her that she take on this responsibility. That is what she thought. And she did the job. But, she was starting to wonder what type of person she was that she could, so calmly, plan and execute the death of another human being.  Was she a bad person? She never believed herself to be bad. Even enduring the lack of love and attention at the hands of her parents, she had never thought of retaliating. But this was different. This was not retaliation for what he had done to her, this was in defense of those she loved. She was doing this to protect them, and make things better for her family. Coming back to the present, Ara looked into the eyes of the man she loved, and said, "I think I will be; just don't think badly of me for what I did."  Ara said, holding tightly onto Kane’s arm. Her eyes started brimming with tears that maybe Kane would not love her as much after this. "Never, baby, you did what needed to be done.  I wish you had allowed me to do it. I fucking hate seeing you like this."  He pulled her closer, if it was possible. Ara released his arm and crawled onto his lap, straddling his legs, taking his scruffy face into her tiny hands and looking straight into his large forest green eyes.  "I love you so much, and I love the family. I needed to do it. This was not only a test for me personally, but also for the family. Now they know that I can and will use my ability to protect them." "But, baby…"  Kane was about to attempt to relieve her of any guilt she may have felt. Ara put up her finger to his pouty lips, rubbing the bottom lip gently with her thumb.  "Shh, baby, I am fine. Let's get the rehearsal over with and get some sleep, because tomorrow is a big day."  It was done, and she did not want to dwell on it anymore. Kane could see what Ara was doing.  She had resigned herself with the fact that she had to accomplish this task for personal and familial reasons.  It was over, and time to move on. He understood she did not want to dwell on it any longer, so he changed the subject.  "I can't believe you’re going along with the tradition of not seeing each other until the wedding. We haven't been apart since we first met. " "But, baby, it’s tradition,"  She pouted. "Fuck tradition, I want you with me always."  He pouted. "One night, Kane, and then forever."  She grinned. Kane leaned in placing his forehead to hers.  Fuck, forever did sound good. “Okay, baby, forever,”  He grinned.   Chapter 30   The day had arrived.  Ara lay in one of the the guest bedrooms at the Leone estate staring up at the ceiling.  Today she was going to become Mrs. Kane Leone and the Donna of the Leone-Morotti crime family.  To say she was nervous would be an understatement. Yesterday had been very difficult for her, and she had woken several times during the night, with the images of Kurtus's lifeless body on the floor and blood on her hands.  She had woken up screaming during one nightmare and Rosa and Clara had come in and calmed her down. They climbed into bed with her, pulling her close, letting her know that she was loved and wanted. Only then did Ara finally go back to sleep and actually dreamt of a little boy with copper brown hair walking behind two men.  One man looked like Nazario and the other like Kane, each holding their hands behind their back. When she woke, she remembered the dream and it made her smile. Had that been a vision of their son? God, she hoped so.  A soft rap on the door brought Ara from her thoughts. "Come in." The door opened and Rosa and Clara came in, carrying a tray full of delicious breakfast items.  "Breakfast for the bride." Rosa beamed. Ara pulled herself up in the bed and Rosa placed the white tray on her lap.  It had a beautiful china plate with eggs, bacon, and cut up fruit. The matching teacup had a tea bag already in it, waiting for the hot water, and, beside it, was a Tiffany blue box.  "What is this?" Ara asked, picking up the box. "Kane sent this over this morning.  It's your wedding gift." Rosa said. "Oh, come on, Rosa, you and I both know that is only the beginning of the gift parade."  Clara chuckled. "Yeah, he is his father's son." "What do you mean, Rosa?"  Ara questioned as she untied the white bow on the little blue box. "On my wedding day, I remember Nazario going a bit overboard with the gifts."  Rosa eyes glazed over in memory of her special day. "Overboard? Really? His dad had to tell him to wait to give the others after the wedding."  Clara giggled. "Okay, so let's see what he started with?" Ara pulled out the box, and, nestled inside, was a stunning pair of diamond solitaire earrings.  "Oh my, they are beautiful." Ara cried. "Oh, Valdo did well."  Clara sighed. "They are too much."  Ara said with tears in her eyes. Rosa carefully climbed onto the bed beside Ara, and placed her arm around her.  "Ara, dear, you are giving something to Kane worth more than any bobbles he may bestow upon you today." Ara looked up at Rosa and wondered what she had given Kane that would be worth a pair of extremely large diamond earrings.  Seeing the look of confusion on Ara’s face, Rosa informed her, "You are giving him yourself and your love for him. You are giving him a future, and causing his dreams to become a reality." "But, Rosa...That." However, before Ara could finish the sentence, Rosa interrupted her.  "Ara, before you came into his life, he was just going the motions. Yes, he loved and cared about his family, but there was no spark in his eyes, no purpose to his life but his work.  The second he saw you, his whole world changed for the better. You have strengthened his resolve, tuned his focus, and, together, you will both be the partners you each need in running this new venture that is being formed with the merging of the Leone and Morotti families.  Ara, when all the dust settles after this joining, both sides are going to see that this is the best direction for everyone. I can't wait to witness it." Ara threw her arms around Rosa, and hugged her tightly.  "Thank you." Ara cried. Rosa rubbed her hand up and down Ara's back lovingly.  She was so happy that her son had found such a caring loving woman.  "Now, no tears today, you are getting married. Eat up and then I want you to take a book and enjoy the rest of the morning on the deck." "But, aren’t there things to be done?"  Ara questioned. "Everything has been taken care of.  You, my dear, are to relax and enjoy the day." "Okay."  Ara knew, with all the excitement of the day, she would need this time to rest and relax. Ara ate her delicious breakfast and listened to Rosa and Clara talking about Kane when he was growing up and all the silly things he did.  Thinking about Kane as a small child made her daydream about the day that she and Kane's child would be doing things similar to his father.  She could picture a cute green eyed, bronzed hair little boy running around causing problems, and stealing little girls hearts. Dressing in comfortable white yoga pants and pale blue shirt, Ara picked up a book and headed out to the deck to enjoy the morning.  Settling on one of Rosa’s comfortable deck loungers, she looked out at the bay and basked in the moment. A warm summer breeze blew off the water, bringing a fine mist up to the deck and lightly danced on her cheeks.  Licking her lips, she could taste the salty mist. What would it be like to live here all of the time? She had spent a many of an hour at the estate over the last month and, with each moment, it felt more and more like home.  She loved her and Kane’s apartment, but, deep in her heart, she dreamed of a home, where they could start their family. Picking up her book, she began to read.  She had just finished the second chapter when she heard the door open. Turning, she saw that Nazario, dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple, untucked white button down shirt walking out with a coffee cup in his hand.  His crystal blue eyes shone brightly in the late morning sun. "Good morning, Nazario." "Good morning, sweetie.  Do you mind if I join you awhile?" "No, please, have a seat."  Ara said, sitting up more in the chair and laying her book down. "Beautiful morning."  Nazario said, taking a sip of his coffee.  He wanted to come out and see how Ara was doing after last night.  He knew that Rosa had gotten up several times to check on her after the nightmares, which was normal for someone to experience after their first kill.  Last night, he had been so proud of how she handled herself. Hell, even a seasoned killer would have been impressed. "Ara, how are you doing this morning?" Ara took in a deep breath, and tried to organize her thoughts before speaking.  "Nazario, to tell you the truth, I don't know. I killed my half-brother without blinking an eye.  It did upset me, but, the more I reasoned, the more I realized that it had to be done. Kurtus was an evil man, and, if I hadn't killed him, he would have killed my grandparents, taken over the family, and who knows the violence and devastation that his reign as Don would have caused." "That is all true.  Your logic and your compassion are why you are going to make a great Donna." "Are you sure?"  Ara questioned, unsure if she was truly worthy of the position. "Yes.  You are intelligent, level headed, loyal, and, most importantly, you love the family, even the members you haven't met yet.  Your goal is to rule fairly, and in the best interest of everyone, yet you are not afraid to take the necessary actions to insure the best possible outcome.  Those are the signs of a great leader." "Thank you.  Your confidence in me is what I needed to hear.  What happened last night after we left?" "Tony got Pedro while he was waiting in the car for Kurtus, and took him to their warehouse.  From what I understand, Pedro cried like a baby after only a few minutes of torture and told Zachary and Tony everything that Kurtus had planned.  However, Zachary believed he was holding something back, but, after several hours of torture, he would not give it up. Zachary was the one to end his life, saying ‘one last asshole gone’ and hopefully, it would be the last one he would have to dispose of as Don.  But it is unsettling that Pedro wouldn't tell them what or who they were working with, so we must be mindful at all times." "Was there anything else that Kurtus was planning?" "Yes, Pedro said that Kurtus was going to kill Kane and take you as his own." "Fuck."  That thought was enough to bring Ara’s breakfast back for a repeat appearance. "Yes.  Now we have to plan the best course of action with Sebastian." "I was wondering Nazario, what about Portia and Simon?  What do you know about them?" "Not much really, that would be a question for Zachary, but I have never heard anything negative about either of them.  I’m under the impression they have little to do with the family business." "I was wondering.  I will have to ask Kane and Zachary about any concerns with them." "Another sign of a great Donna."  Nazario smirked. Blushing brightly, Ara lowered her head and looked at her lap. "None of that."  Nazario said. "Head up and stare them in the eye, daughter.  Never let them see fear; make them fear you." Ara lifted her head, straightened her back and shoulders, and looked Nazario in the eye and gave him her best "don't fuck with me” stare. "Wow! That is good.  What did you use to change your mood and appearance like that?" "I pulled from the reserves of anger I have felt throughout my life for the feelings of inadequacy and neglect at the hands of Mave and Luna.  Becoming a member of this family has given me a feeling of worth, and shown me that I have and do deserve better than that." "You do, and we, the Leone family, promise to always love and cherish you."  Nazario said, getting up and wrapping his arms around her and giving a true fatherly hug. Ara’s eyes began to tear up; this was what family was supposed to feel like.  A warm and comforting hug to make all the pain and sadness go away. This was her family. Rosa walked out onto the deck to find Nazario and Ara sharing a sweet father/daughter moment.  Wiping away a stray tear, she cleared her throat to get their attention. "My son had someone deliver another gift for the bride." Nazario pulled back, took his fingers, and wiped the tears from Ara's cheeks.  "Let's see what he got you, shall we? I taught him well, you know." Nazario snickered. Ara nodded and turned to Rosa, who was holding a larger box than the one she received this morning.  Rosa handed her the box and removed the ribbon, Ara opened the lid to find a stunning Rolex watch. Diamonds surrounded the edge of the watch, while the face had diamonds and beautiful sapphires. "Well, what did my son get you?"  Nazario chuckled. Ara held out the box so Rosa and Nazario could see the watch.  "Oh, how lovely." Rosa cooed. "It is."  Ara said as she remembered the wise words that Rosa had told her earlier. Rosa looked at Ara and smiled, she was learning.  "Ara, all the girls have arrived." "Oh, thank you, Rosa," Ara gushed as she hugged Rosa around the shoulders. "You are most welcome.  Go meet up and I will make sure the luncheon is on schedule." Ara got up, but, before she left the deck, she reached up on her tippy toes and gave Nazario a kiss on the cheek.  "Thank you." She said quickly, and took off into the house. Nazario smiled and held his hand up to his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his daughter’s expression of love and gratitude.  This was the first time he actually felt remorse that Rosa and he had not been able to have more children, because he truly would have loved to have had a little girl. Rosa looked at her husband and could tell by his expression that he was feeling much the same way she was.  "She may not be blood, but she is our little girl now." Nazario wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.  "I know. I love you, Rosa; thank you for giving me such a great life."  Leaning down, he captured her soft lips and in that kiss expressed all the love he had for this woman. Ara came into the den to find all the girls in her wedding party standing around with glasses of champagne.  "ARA!" They all yelled and ran toward her and encompassed her in a huge group hug. "Hi, I am so happy you all are here."  Ara cried. "We are, too."  Katrina said as she picked up another glass and handed to Ara.  "A toast before we get started. Ara and Kane, may you be as happy as you are today for the rest of your life." "HERE, HERE!"  All the girls roared as they lifted their glasses. After another round of champagne, lunch was served, and, before long, it was time to start getting ready for the wedding.   Rosa had arranged for hairdressers, makeup artists, nail artists, and professional photographers for the day. The large day room that Rosa used was set up for the festivities.  Ara had selected a stunning cornflower blue one-shoulder gown for the girls. The top was satin with a braided belt around the empire waistline, while the bottom was flowing chiffon. Ara had purchased each of the girls a sapphire necklace and earrings set as a thank you gift. When Ara asked what Kane wanted to get the guys, his response was an expensive liquor.  So they purchased each groomsman a very expensive bottle of Jameson Rarest Vintage Whiskey and an engraved platinum flask with a leather case. The rest of the afternoon was filled with the laughter and fun as the girls prepared for the wedding ceremony.   Kane had sent over several more gifts as the day progressed. An iPod filled with love songs that reminded him of Ara, five dozen roses with a note that said “A dozen for each child we may have”, a diamond rope necklace, and, lastly, her wedding bouquet.  It was a large cascading bouquet of white roses with diamond stem inserts and white lilies. Ara had also sent several gifts to Kane, one being the collection of photos that Brook had taken. She gave strict orders that he was to open the gift in private.  A little while after sending that gift over, Nazario knocked on the door with a message for Ara from Kane. Ara’s phone had been taken from her to prevent her from sending Kane messages all day, so Kane had sent it to Nazario’s phone to pass along. He had sent the message as an attachment, with orders that Ara and Ara alone was to open it.  As Ara took Nazario’s phone and opened the attachment, she smiled brightly. " Thank you, my pet; these will be proudly displayed in our playroom for our eyes only.  Love you." Ara had decided to wear her hair up for the wedding ceremony, but would take it down when she changed into her Donna dress.  Rosa had made the arrangements for Ara’s gown, Kane’s suit, and everything needed for the ceremony exchanging the powers of the families, locked in a private room at the reception site with a guard standing watch.  Slipping on a pair of white lace panties, matching bra, garters, and white stockings, she was ready to put on her wedding gown. It was white, all lace, off the shoulder gown that hugged her body with a train. "Ara, you are truly exquisite."  Rosa said, wiping a tear away with a handkerchief.  "Your dress is new, your garter is blue, and I would like to offer you something borrowed and old."  She presented a case to Ara, which, upon opening, revealed a stunning diamond hairpin. "This was my grandmother’s; she allowed my mother to wear it on her wedding day, but gave to me, her granddaughter, on my wedding day.  I offer it to you today to wear, and, when you have a daughter, it will become hers on her wedding day." Tears welled up in her eyes, Ara accepted the hairpin with shaky hands.  "I would be honored to wear it." Rosa placed the pin at the top of the veil, stepped back, and took in the full view of Ara.  She was the most beautiful bride she had ever seen and she knew that even her hard as nails son would be brought to tears when his eyes beheld her for the first time.  There was a knock at the door, Nazario, his mother, and father were there. "It's time to go, ladies." Each of the girls gave Ara a hug and were out the door and into the cars that would take them to the church.  Kane Sr. came over to Ara and hugged her. "My grandson is one lucky motherfucker and if he ever gives you one once of grief, you tell me and I will whip his ass." Ara giggled and kissed Kane Sr. on the cheek.  "Thank you, Kane." "Oh, no, none of that shit.  I am Grandfather, do you hear me?" "Yes, Grandfather."  Ara said, smiling brightly. "And I am Grandmother."  Clara said, giving Ara a hug also. "Okay, Grandmother." They left the room, and with the assistance of Clara and Rosa with the veil and the skirt of her gown, Ara was carefully placed in the car and they were off to the church.  Nazario had made sure that security at the church was tight, but the reception hall would be even more intense. Kane had arrived at the church twenty minutes before Ara was set to arrive.  He was nervously pacing in the groom’s room where he and Uriel were to wait until time for the ceremony to start.  He couldn't believe that, in less than thirty minutes, he would be bound to Ara in every way forever. Last night, he and the groomsmen hung out at his apartment, drinking whiskey, smoking cigars, and talking about their women.  Earlier in the evening, when they were alone, Uriel had told him that he and Katrina had gotten married two weeks before. Kane was shocked that Katrina hadn’t wanted a huge wedding, but Uriel assured him that their wedding was perfect for them.  Kane gave him his blessing on the union, and warned him that, if he ever heard that he did anything wrong by Katrina, he would have to answer to him. But he always told Uriel that he wanted him as his Capo to also make sure that, god forbid, he did anything to hurt Ara, Uriel would make him pay dearly.  Checking his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time, he turned to make sure that Uriel had the wedding bands. Ara and he had gone to Valdo's to pick out their wedding bands. Ara's was a platinum band surrounded with diamonds and his was a platinum band with black diamonds in the center. They had them engraved with their initials and the date.  The door to the room opened up, and in walked his father and grandfather. "Uriel, step outside for a moment please." "Yes, Sir."  Uriel said, leaving quickly.  When the Don of the family tells you do something, you better fucking do it without question and hesitation. After Uriel left, Nazario turned to Kane.  "How are you doing, son?" Kane swallowed hard.  "I have killed people without one moment of being nervous, but, here I am about to marry my soul-mate, and I’m nervous as fucking hell." Kane Sr. and Nazario both chuckled, knowing that they were just like him on their own wedding days.  "Kane, what is there to be nervous about?" Kane Sr. asked. "What if she decides in the next ten minutes that I am not worth it and tells me to fuck off?  What if I am a horrible husband? Shit, what if when we have kids, I say fuck in front of them all the time, so their first fucking word is FUCK?" "Kane, calm down."  Nazario said, as he tried not to laugh out loud.  "I just saw Ara and she is excited about walking down the aisle to you.  I can assure you it will all be fine. Are you going to screw up? Hell yes, just remember learn from your mistakes, and those little blue boxes work wonders.  And I am sorry Kane, but your mother and I kept something from you all these years. I think you should know now." Kane’s mind then went all over the place. What had his parents kept from him? "Kane, son, your first word was fuck." Nazario laughed loudly, as did Kane Sr. "Dad, that is not funny."  Kane whined. "Okay, seriously, the reason we came in here was to tell you that we are so proud and happy for you, Kane.  Ara is your other half and we are sure that you will have a lifetime full of joy and happiness. I love you, son." "Love you, too, Dad, and you, too, Grandfather." Uriel knocked on the door, because it was time for the wedding to begin.  "Come in." Kane called out. "Excuse me, but it's time."  Uriel said. "Shit, I need to get to Ara.  See you in a few minutes." Nazario said, rushing out the door, with Kane Sr. close behind. Kane and Uriel walked out of the small room to the front of the church, which was packed with guests.  Kane glanced around, and saw many of his friends, family, but also some associates from rival families.  He had hoped he could have avoided inviting them, but this was customary, and the family was steeped in tradition.  The string quartet began playing Bach’s Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring and the doors at the back of church opened up.  First down the aisle were Elizabeth and Ted, then Becky and Henderson, next were Janetta and Ben, then Kate and Iezekiel, then Brooklyn and Erik, who was grinning so big, next out was Katrina, and, as she walked out the doors were closed. When Katrina got to the front of the church, the string quartet changed their song to Tchaikovsky’s Waltz from "Sleeping Beauty" , then the doors opened and there in the doorway stood a goddess in white.  Gasping a deep breath, Kane's eyes filled with tears; she hadn't run, she was here, she was walking toward him, and she was going to be his for the rest of their lives. Ara was so nervous that she would trip and fall down the aisle.  Her hands shook and her heart was racing. Rosa laid her hand on her arm and whispered in her ear.  "You will be fine. Just breathe." "Ara, remember what I told you this morning?"  Nazario asked. "Yes."  She whispered. The doors opened up, and, with Nazario on her left side and Rosa on her right, she began the procession to her heart’s true desire.  Ara held her head high and saw that the church was packed. The entire congregation were on their feet so she could not see Kane. As she neared the altar, at the front of the church, Ara saw Zachary and Claudia smiling brightly, but with tears in their eyes.  She faced forward again, and then she saw him, she saw Kane standing proud waiting for her. They made it to him and the minister began the service. "We have been invited here today to witness and celebrate the uniting in marriage of Arabella Marie and Kane Anthony Ian.  They are taking the first step of their new beginning; their new life together. The ability and desire for one human being to love another is perhaps the most precious and fulfilling gift that has been entrusted to us.  It is an all-consuming task, a lifelong endeavor — the journey we’ve been preparing for all of our lives. Loving someone is a reason to stretch beyond our limits, to become more for the sake of the other. It is to look into the soul of your beloved and accept what you see.  Loving is the ultimate commitment which challenges humans to become all that we are meant to be. As they join in marriage today, Arabella Marie and Kane Anthony Ian are announcing to the world that they are welcoming that challenge. Arabella and Kane have written their own vows." Kane cleared his throat and began.  "Arabella, Ara, our miracle lies in the path we have chosen together. I enter this marriage with you knowing that the true magic of love is not to avoid changes, but to navigate them successfully. Let us commit to the miracle of making each day work - together."  As he finished a tear flowed down his cheek. Ara reached up and wiped away the tear before she began.  Reaching deep inside and pulling the most powerful emotions she could.  "Where there has been cold, you have brought warmth; where my life was dark, you have brought light. Kane, I pledge before this assembled company to be your wife from this day forward. Let us make of our two lives, one life, and let us always honor and respect each other." "Please present your rings."  Father Ryan said. Kane turned to Uriel, who handed the rings to Kane.  Kane placed the rings in Father Ryan's hand. "May these rings be blessed as the symbol of this affectionate unity.  These two lives are now joined in one unbroken circle. Wherever they go, may they always return to one another in their togetherness.  May these two find in each other the love for which all men and women yearn. May they grow in understanding and in compassion. May the home, which they establish together, be such a place of sanctuary that many will find there a friend.  May these rings, on their fingers, symbolize the touch of the spirit of love in the heart." Father Ryan handed the first ring to Kane and he took Ara’s dainty hand into his. “With this ring, I marry you: With my loving heart.  With my willing body. And with my eternal soul." As he finished, he slipped on the circle of diamonds onto her finger. Father Ryan then handed Ara the other ring and she took his strong powerful hand into hers.  "With this ring, I marry you: With my loving heart. With my willing body. And with my eternal soul."  As she finished, she slipped on the platinum band on his finger. Staring deeply and lovingly into each other's eyes, wanting to hear the words that the Father was about to say. Father Ryan smiled at the couple and then looked up at the guests.  He was aware that this day there were more sinners in the house than ever before, but also knew that the Leones were, overall, good people and, in this world, sometimes that was enough.  "Arabella and Kane, you have heard the words about love and marriage, have exchanged your vows and made your promises, and celebrated your union with the giving and receiving of rings. It is at this time that I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may now kiss the bride!" "About fucking time."  Kane exclaimed as he pulled Ara to him and dipped her backward, laying a long passionate kiss upon her lips.  The entire world stopped, it was just the two of them. Finally, he felt a tap on the shoulder and, pulling back, he was met with the bright brown eyes of his wife.  Fuck…he was married. "May I present, Mr. and Mrs. Kane Anthony Ian Leone!"  Father Ryan announced. Kane held out his arm, Ara wrapped hers around his, and they proceeded down the steps and down the aisle, while the guests clapped for them.  When they exited the door, Kane leaned in for another kiss, one was not enough. They poured all their love into the kiss, and, when they were out of breath, they finally pulled apart, finding the entire wedding party standing around them, laughing at the couple.  Elizabeth and Becky were making bets that they wouldn't make it through the reception without sneaking off for a little alone time. "Hey, I want in on that."  Erik roared. "Funny, guys, let's get these photographs over with so we can get to the reception.  Because, once it is over, I want to spend some much needed alone time with my wife." Kane said. Zachary and Claudia were so moved by the wedding that both had tears in their eyes.  Sebastian looked over and wondered what the fuck was going on. Leaning over, he whispered.  "When the fuck did you get so tight with the Leones? Is there something I need to fucking know?" "Sebastian, watch your mouth, we are in the house of God."  Zachary seethed. "I don't have to answer to you." Sebastian leaned back and tried to calm down.  Why the fuck was this old man still alive and where the fuck was Kurtus?  He was told that the car was supposed to fail yesterday, but something must have happened, and today he was getting all weepy over the Leone fucker’s wedding.  And, again, he couldn't place why that White chick looked so familiar. Finally, the Morottis were out the door and in the cars, heading to the reception.  Zachary and Claudia had been delayed coming out, so Sebastian, Portia, and Simon took their car and left.  Sitting in the car, Portia was going on and on about how beautiful the wedding was and how beautiful Arabella was.  "Sebastian, she looked so much like your grandmother Arabella." Sebastian turned quickly to look at his wife, and things began to click into place.  Fuck, could it be? No, there was no way, or was there? Fuck, he needed to talk to Kurtus and quick.  Pulling out his phone, he called Kurtus, but, like earlier today, it went straight to voicemail. The prick had his phone off; fucker must be balls deep in a girl. As Sebastian and Portia were off to the reception, Zachary and Claudia were having their pictures taken with the Ara and Kane.  All of the bridesmaids and the groomsmen were gone except for Uriel, Katrina, Erik, and Brook. Kane had explained to Brook and Katrina what was going on.  Katrina was shocked, as was Brook, but when they saw how Zachary and Claudia were around Ara, they knew this was a good thing. After the photographs, they were all off to the reception. The reception hall was decorated with large white hydrangeas, lilies, and white roses.  Tall floral arrangements were on each table, which was covered in a white and gold linen tablecloth, with gold chargers and fine china plates.  There were large swags of the flowers over the doorways and over the head table. The whole room was dimly lit, and the warm glow of the candles made for a very romantic setting. In the center of the dance floor, was the large, seven-tiered white wedding cake.  Each tier was covered with either sugar flowers, elegant piping, or edible lace work.  The bottom two tiers were four round cakes that were positioned so it looked as if they were elegant steps. After announcing the wedding party, dinner was served and the cake was cut.  The wait staff ensured the cake table was moved before the dancing was about to start.  Even though many of the guests were enemies, they were on their best behavior. Not only were their rival families invited, but also many top ranking businessmen who had done business with the Leones over the years.  David Grant was also in attendance. When he got the invitation, he went into a rage, tearing up his office. He had wanted, no he still wanted, Ara White for his own. However, she was now married, but, he thought that maybe there was something he could about it. As everyone was enjoying their desserts, Kane, Ara, Nazario, and Zachary slipped out of the room and into the room where they were going to do the exchange of powers.  Kane and Ara slipped into the adjoining room and began to change into their Don and Donna attire. "Baby, you looked so beautiful today in this dress."  Kane cooed, kissing her shoulder. "Thank you; can you please help me with the hairpin, it's your mother’s.  I don't want anything to happen to it." Kane reached up and removed the pin from her beautiful hair.  Taking the veil and laying it over the chair, he walked back and unzipped her gown.  Seeing her in all white undergarments made his dick extremely hard. He wanted nothing more than to rip off those white lace panties and ram into his home, but that would be later tonight. Ara saw the lust in her husband's eyes and she, too, felt the same way, but they needed to take care of business first.  Kane helped her into her gown, which was black with swirls of gold and, as she took down her hair, she fixed it to flow over one shoulder. Kane removed his wedding tuxedo and dressed in an all black suit. After dressing, they walked out of the room and into the adjoining room where Nazario and Zachary were standing by a table.  Kane took Ara’s hand and walked over to them. "We are here tonight to pass down the Leone and Morotti families to you."  Nazario said, looking at the couple before him. "You have demonstrated your loyalty, support, and compassion for the members of your family.  It is these attributes that will assist you in presiding over each of the families, and uniting them as one." "Do you swear with every drop of blood within your body to protect this newly combined family with your lives?" "We do."  Kane and Ara said together. "Do you swear to support and assist each member of the family?" "We do." "Sangue del mio sangue, il cuore del mio cuore, per sempre proteggere la famiglia.” (Blood of my blood, heart of my heart, forever protect the family) Nazario pulled off his ring and slipped it on Kane's pinky finger.  He then pulled out the Leone bracelet and slipped it on Ara's wrist.  Zachary had a new Donna ring made for Ara’s small hand and he pulled off his ring and handed it to Ara.  "Please keep this ring for when you pass the families to your son, if he is born first, if not, keep it as a reminder of me."  Zachary then put on the Morotti Donna ring onto Ara’s right pinky finger and turned to Kane. He had a Morotti crest pin that Kane could wear on his jacket. Kissing Ara and Kane on the cheek, both Zachary and Nazario smiled.   "Now let's go party." Zachary said. As the group walked out of the room, they were met with Erik, Uriel, Tony, and Roaland.  They walked back toward the reception hall and slipped into the curtain that Rosa had put up for this occasion.  Nazario and Zachary walked up to the podium. Sebastian looked up and saw his father standing beside Nazario.   What the fuck was going on?  He thought. "Ladies and Gentlemen, can we have your attention please.  Rosa and I want to thank everyone tonight. When our Kane brought Arabella over to meet us, we could see immediately that they were made for each other.   As you know, I am passing the family to Kane, as tradition dictates, for him to look after, but we have a surprise for many of you tonight. Zachary Morotti, I pass the floor to you."  Nazario said, stepping aside. "Good Evening.  I bet you all are wondering why I am standing here beside Nazario Leone.  Well, as many of you know, I have decided to pass my family down to my oldest grandchild. Up until about a month ago, I thought it would be my grandson, Kurtus.  But, to my surprise, and extreme pleasure, I have recently discovered that I have another grandchild. That grandchild is older than my grandson Kurtus. So, after many of hours of consultations, Nazario and I decided that the only way to enable my oldest grandchild to assume the role leader of the Morotti family would be to usher a new era in both the Morotti and Leone families.  So, raise your glass," Zachary said as Kane and Ara stepped out from behind the curtain to stand beside him. "To Don Kane Leone and my granddaughter, Donna Arabella Morotti Leone, may their reign over our families be long." Sebastian gasped.  Fuck, she was his daughter! Fuck! What the hell? That meant his time was up.  There was no way in hell he would be allowed to remain within the family. Looking around the room, he saw many members of both of the families in complete shock and knew he needed to get the hell out of here and regroup.  Using the shadows of the room, he slipped out the side door. Just as one of the guards went to grab him, he jumped into a cab. Fuck, he needed to find Kurtus and make new plans, because this was not going to happen. No fucking bitch was going to take what was his, daughter or no daughter. If Sebastian Morotti lived and breathed, there would be no alliance with the Leone family.  Now to make plans. Because now Kane and Arabella Leone were United and Dangerous. Publication Date: June 3rd 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-gl1568e1b833685

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ladydelight L.D.Manning Punish Me With Ecstasy Part 1: Judgment Part 1: Judgment   “Help!” Coven Witch Angara yelled at the top of her lungs. Her heart racing as she pulled and tugged at the chains that bound her To what . . . She did not know. All she knew was that she was naked in a blacked-out room. Barely able to see her hands in front of her face. The smell of dry ice and metal hit her nose, making her teeth clench with the cold air that sat around her. How did she get here? did it even matter now,she was already trapped? No the onlything that mattered was her escape. Getting to her feet, Angara started to pull at the heavy chains once again. The loud sound of the chain against the icy floor filled the room around her.  Angara was NOT the kind of person to give up easily, and she’d be damned if she died in some dark abyss. “Come on! damn you, Break.” She  said not caring if the chains bit into her skin. Angara prayed silently to herself asking the dark goddess to gift her with the power to vanquish her enemy and all who follow them. . . Just like she had done to the bullies on her street, who liked to throw glass bottles at the skinny witch girl. Just like she had done to her older brother, who liked to touch his little sister when no one was looking. She would get out of this alive, and this would be just another, moment she looked back on to give her strength.  Pulling and tugging the chains once more before she took a moment to rest. That's when she felt it, a pulse of power beating its way closer. Angara let the chains fall to the floor as she slowly turned around. Right at the edge of darkness stood a man . . . No…. Not a man, a demon. And not just any demon, but an Incubus.  Angara took in a sharp breath of icy air, at the beautiful horror, that was an Incubus. His true form bringing blood-red tears to her eyes. Most Incubus had dark gray skin, yet his skin was lighter, more silver, the sensitive ball that sat at the end of his long thin tail was fatter and his brown eyes were almost gold. His hair was a deep purple that was so dark it could almost pass for black. If she had been a lesser witch. Like those of light magic, there was no telling what would have happened to her. Just looking at him was painful, and she had been a dark witch for thirteen years.  Yet through the pain of truly seeing him in all his dark glory, Angara's body was awakening in every way to his need. Her skin grew tight and sensitive, her nipples hard and tender as her pussy became a soft inferno of wet heat. As if on instinct alone, her legs parted, impatiently awaiting his dominating touch. A touch she knew she should fight but found herself wanting more and more to happen. It was a sexual energy the Incubus gave off, an energy she could feel from where she stood, chained and at his mercy. But then Angara had always been told that demons have no mercy, just a need to deliver justice of wrong doing. Though there kind of justice was that of a painful kind, the unforgiving kind. But what had she done to be taken before her given time. . . Before her death. What had she done that made her stand out of her coven? They were all the real monsters . . . Not her. She did only what was needed to live in this world. Nothing more, nothing less . . . Sure, she used her powers for shits and giggles but who hadn’t. Not all of them ended with death. So why was she being picked on? She was as good a dark witch as it could get. You couldn’t find a better one. “It is time Angara," The demon said, the shadows holding his powerful body close, like a lover of old. No words could rightly paint his essence, a wonder of darkness that light could not touch, and yet it couldn't help dancing around, as if the light was begging for his touch as well. His aura wrapped around her, held her, and strangled her . . . It was a sweet embrace of death. A death she wanted . . . Needed. NO! wait that's not what she needed, she needed . . .She needed him. Needed their naked bodies…. Rubbing, mixing, making the beast with two backs, she wanted it all, and yet nothing to do with it. Because she knew it was not real . . . That this lust was pushed upon her.  This creature in front of her was death, someone she had walked hand in hand with at one time, but now he stood against her. She could see him watching her with cold dead eyes. Where souls screamed, and yet all her pleasure seemed to lie. His passion would be her end and Angara wonder how long she would be able to fight it. “NO!! I’m not evil! You can’t do this, I did nothing . . . Nothing!” A laugh so far from human that it had to be demonic cursed her ears. “You don’t remember what you did to me do you?” As if his words were the command, her chains move above her head. Angara gave a scream as she was pulled onto the tip of her toes. From the darkness, two more chains came out like snakes wrapping around her ankles and pulling her legs apart. Out of the darkness, the demon walked closer, his bigger than human cock sat heavy and ready. Putting her in mind of an elongated pearl too big for two hands to grip. He walked around her, coming in and out of her vision with light amusement. Fire heated her body and hardened her nipples until it was almost painful. The wet blaze of sweet heat that was her pussy ached and throbbed for a touch she could not give. “Damn you!” Angara cried out as sexual heat pushed at her every cell, making her mind fog as if looking through a dirty mirror. Finally, the Demon stopped in front of her, his eyes going dark like a swirling black hole. “I am your master now, do you understand?” “Go back to hell, you monster!” She spat at him, letting her lust feed her anger at the cold hearted beast. Lightly, ever so lightly, the demon moved his tail up her leg making her suck in a quick breath of surprise and pleasure. Her pussy grew tight with excitement, almost dripping with its need to be touched and penetrated. Right when the ball tip of his tail almost touched her hungry cunt, the demon moved his tail away, making her cry in frustration and fury “Fuck you!” The demon's face grew hard as he answered her. “Your master did not tell you to speak.” His hand smacked her ass, making her jump and hiss from the hard hit. Again he hit her, she was not only sure it would leave a red mark but would be painful to the touch. With a dark chuckle of enjoyment, he rubbed his hand around her hips and across her belly. She could feel his breath next to her ear as he spoke, making her shiver and bite back a moan. “You will give yourself to me, body and soul little witch.” His hand moved lower caressing her clit with two fingers, making her suck in a soft moan of pleasure. “And you will like it . . . You'll begg for it.” With one hard move he smacked down hard on her pussy, making a sharp pain that twisted purely with pleasure, shoot through her body. Making her jump and pull away as he smacked harder and harder, each hit sending shock wave after shock wave through her body. “Ask for more.” he demanded on a deep grumble of power. “No” she barely got out. Angara could feel his amusement as he moved his hand away from her pussy and once again brought it down against her ass. His firm hand against her soft ass, making her jump and groan from the painful delight he gave her. This time gripping her ass, as he used his middle finger to lightly touch the opening of her pussy. He lightly rubbed his finger up and down her soft heat, never entering her . . . only teasing her as he rolled her clit slowly then moved away. Making Angara moaned as she tried to push her ass closer to him. With a grumble of displeasure, the incubus moved his hand away and smacked her little red ass again, making her cry out with need, for his touch as he moved away. The smacks to her ass stung so good, she could still feel his hand there long after he had stopped. Again he walked out of her vision, as she squirmed in need. “Ah!” two hands eased their way up her thighs, his nails digging into her skin making her cry out in pain. His other hand lightly brushed across her nipples, making her bite her lips with delight. Her body was waking to his touch like never before. It was clear he was training her. Training her so he could play her body till it made sweet music for him and him alone. The ball of his tail slid in front of her and began to lightly rub her clit sending a jolt of pleasure even as his nails dug deep in to her skin and his fingers tarted to twist her nipples. If she hadn’t already been on her toes Angara knew she would have been rocking in to him. “Do you remember what you did to me now slave . . . Hmm?” His fingers dug deeper into her skin as the ball of his tail vibrated against her clit, more powerful than any play toy she had ever had. Angara threw back her head and moaned, her whole body tightening before giving herself completely over to him. Letting the pleasure run through like a rush of water as she bit her lip to stop the scream when he hit just the right spot. When he knew she was about to cum he stopped. Angara shouted and struggled against her chains, needing him to finish what he started. “Floor.” The chains became heavy, making her fall to her hands and knees. Pain shot up her body but so did pleasure. “I am going to fuck you until you remember what you did. And when I’m done, not only will you beg for forgiveness, you’ll suck my dick as you’re doing it.” To Be Continued. . . Text: ladydelight aka ladydeligh Editing: Persona All rights reserved. Publication Date: March 8th 2021 https://www.bookrix.com/-ladydeligh

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Jade Jackson A Night to Remember Short Story Short Story A Night to Remember Emily Hunt was a typical girl, a girl who has an ordinary family, a normal group of friends, who enjoys going to school and being a typical eighteen-year-old high school student. The only non-typical thing about Emily is that she is still a virgin, she is a woman who has not had the experience of being pleasured in so many ways, the experience of a man taking her by the waist, kissing her lips and biting her neck with deep passion, the feeling of a hard cock grinding against your hot, wet skin. Emily has not had the experience of being fucked so hard and rough that you need to moan and scream until you get sweet release. This was until Ryan Lockhart arrived in her biology class. Emily gazed with lust as a beautiful, chiselled, mysterious Ryan Lockhart entered the room. Emily was in awe of this brown-haired beauty, she felt as if time had stood still as she looked him up and down with her hungry eyes. She imagined the way it would feel to have his lips on her body, sucking on her pointed nipples, trailing down to the pink, wet treasure that hid between her legs, the way his erect dick would feel as it penetrated her tight pussy for the first time. Emily knew she wanted Ryan and she wanted him to be her first. A wave of hotness came across Emily’s cheeks as Ryan walked towards the empty seat that was next to her. Ryan spoke with such a deep, rustic tone that caused Emily’s cherry to flutter as he introduced himself to her. Their eyes met and Emily couldn’t help staring into his beautiful blue eyes that twinkled green when the sun shone on them. His glistening smile causes Emily to go into a state of desire, weak at the knees and she could feel tingles throughout her whole body. She just wanted to take his manhood out of his ripped jeans and feel him inside every sexual hole, she wanted to feel his hard shaft pounding against her pussy as she begs for more. Emily and Ryan talked about everything, they had so much in common and would laugh uncontrollably at anything the other would say. Emily was constantly fluttering her long, black eyelashes that complemented her gorgeous green eyes and twirling her beautiful, long, fiery red hair as she bit her plump, red lips listening to Ryan talking. She was mesmerised by this mysterious, handsome man even though she barely knew him, she knew that she needed him, she craved every part of him and she was going to have him. Luckily, they were paired to study together, Emily invited Ryan over to her house to study but she knew she was going to have her way with him. Emily ran home as quick as she could, she had to prepare herself for a night to remember. She ensured that her parents were not home for the night, she quickly jumped into a hot, steamy shower as she thought about Ryan. She imagined that Ryan was in the shower with her, their wet bodies pressed up against each other as Ryan ran his hands all over her body, squeezing her nice, juicy ass and his fingers grazing up and down the inside of her thighs. Emily could not help but taking her hand and tracing her fingers all the way down to her pleasure burning, wet pussy. She rubbed her clitoris, moaning and thinking about Ryan. As her pleasure began to rise she moaned louder and began to put two fingers inside of her, she was so wet and the image of Ryan fucking her over and over again caused Emily to quiver as she screamed with pleasure as she climaxed. Emily knew that if Ryan was going to take her virginity that she would need to look sexy and delicious. She rummaged through her wardrobe trying to find something that accentuates all the right places within the plain, boring sweatshirts and jeans. Emily finally found the perfect outfit, she wore a lacey, black corset top where you can slightly see her firm, perky breasts and her solid nipples with a short tartan skirt that slightly shows of her peachy ass when she turns around and bends over. Emily completed her outfit with fishnet stockings with a lace band, that she hopes will entice Ryan to take them off with his teeth and black stiletto high heels that shows of her long, kissable legs making anyone want to kiss all the way up her thighs and eat her pussy so hard that she would scream with pleasure. Emily heard the doorbell ring, her heart immediately started pounding her chest. She took a quick look in the mirror and went to answer the door. Ryan was standing there looking so delicious with his scruffy hair because of the wind, a tight black top that outlined every muscle and those ripped jeans that Emily so desperately wanted to take off. it took all of Emily’s strength not to drag him up to the bedroom, rip off his clothes and ride his hard, throbbing cock all night long. Ryan stood at the door entrance, his jaw hit the floor as he ran his eyes all over Emily and a grin from ear to ear appeared on Emily’s face because she knew Ryan wanted her by the thick, pounding bulge that appeared in his jeans when he seen her. Emily turned and started heading upstairs, she knew Ryan was following her and looking at her, making Emily get all hot and bothered which caused a series of flutters in her pussy. They both sat at the end of the bed, lusting over each other. Ryan’s eyes did not leave Emily’s body, the bulge in his jeans was bursting to come out making him wriggle in discomfort. Emily got up to shut the door and as she got up she felt Ryan grip her waist and a bulge in the bottom of her back, his hot breath on her neck which sent shivers down Emily’s spine. Ryan spun Emily around and pushed her up against the door, grinding his hard, throbbing cock on Emily’s hot, wet cunt. Ryan kissed Emily’s lips with such passion and desire, his tongue entered her mouth and their mouths intertwined, he kissed her harder letting Emily know that he wanted her. Ryan grabbed Emily’s round, peachy ass and lifted her up, allowing Emily to wrap her legs around his waist. Ryan carried Emily onto the bed saying “ohhh Emily, I need you right now” “I want you Ryan, you drive me crazy” Emily replied Ryan in response said “I’m going to fuck you so hard, I want you to scream and moan for me but first I want you to close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you too” As Emily closed her eyes, obeying what Ryan asked. She felt him leave the bed and go into one of her drawers taking something out. Emily could hear Ryan returning but he lifted her up to the top of the bed, Emily opened her eyes to see what was happening she saw two ties in his hand and a blindfold “be a good girl and behave or else I’m going to have to punish you, keep those eyes closed” Ryan said with such dominance as he placed the blindfold over Emily’s eyes. Emily was burning with desire, she could feel Ryan tying both of her arms to the bed frame and every time he touched her a wave of pleasure soared through her body, making her so wet. She felt Ryan get in between her legs “ohh Emily, your little pussy is so wet for me you look like you’re ready to cum already” Ryan said with such happiness. Emily was lying, tied up, blindfolded, exposing everything for Ryan to take as he pleased. Ryan kissed Emily’s lips before moving down to nuzzle and bite her neck, Emily’s body was shivering with desire as she let out a slight moan “Ryan, before we go any further you should know…I’m a virgin” Emily felt Ryan lift his lips from her neck and there was a short silence which felt like an eternity. “Don’t worry I’ll be careful, if at any time, you want me to stop just say so…ohhh baby I’m going to give you the time of your life” Ryan replied, a sigh of relief came from Emily and he quickly kissed my lips before returning to the sweet tender spot on my neck, it felt so good. Emily had never felt this sort of pleasure before and it was only the start of a long night, Ryan ripped off Emily’s black corset top, exposing her perked up breasts and round, erect nipples. He moved from her neck, trailing kisses down to her breasts, he cupped one breast in one hand and squeezed her nipple as his mouth engulfed the other, flicking and biting her nipple Emily let out a gasp and then a loud moan “Ryan, please fuck me…please I need to feel you inside me” Emily responded with rasped breath. “that’s it baby, beg for it…I can’t wait to eat that juicy cunt of yours” Ryan replied. Emily wriggled, trying to free herself so she could touch Ryan, feel him, see him “ohhh no no no…someone is being a bad girl, you need to be punished” Ryan grabbed Emily and flipped her over, he smacked her ass twice, one on each cheek, Emily squirmed in pain “I’m sorry, I’ll be good but that made me even hornier for you” responded Emily “You better be or I’ll punish you even harder” replied Ryan Emily couldn’t help but smile, Ryan was causing a hypnotic effect on her, no matter what he would do Emily knew that she would enjoy it to the fullest. Ryan flipped Emily back over and started kissing down her stomach, he spread her legs wider and moved to kiss up the inside of her thighs. Emily’s breathing was getting faster and faster as he reached the edge of her pussy lips “ohh my god” Emily quickly moaned as Ryan placed his mouth on her pink, soaking cunt. Ryan flicked Emily’s clit with his tongue causing her to moan louder and louder, he was sucking and biting on her clit as he slipped two fingers in her pussy “Emily, your pussy tastes so good like honey and is so tight… I can’t wait to feel it around my cock” Ryan said as he licked, sucked and fingered Emily’s pussy. Emily started to moan louder and louder, tightly gripping and pulling at the ties that retrain her arms. She felt herself climbing the mountain to climax “Ryan…I’m going to cum…oh my fucking god” she said loudly but Ryan soon removed his mouth and fingers “You’re not cumming just yet, I want you to cum all over my dick when I’m fucking you” replied Ryan as he stood up off the bed. Emily was getting increasingly frustrated as she waited for Ryan, she heard Ryan pull down the zipper of his jeans and the sound of the jeans as they hit the floor. Emily quivered with nervousness but excitement as she knew Ryan was about to put himself inside her. Ryan removed the blindfold off Emily’s eyes, as she opened her eyes she seen, Ryan’s beautiful blue eyes staring right back into hers but she could not help but notice the 9-inch-long, thick penis that was standing at attention for her, it looked like it was ready to burst. “Emily…I’m going to fuck you now, it might hurt but I’ll be gentle until you say otherwise” Ryan said concerned, Emily nodded with nervousness but she knew what she wanted and she wanted Ryan inside of her, making her erupt with pleasure. Ryan teased Emily with the tip of his cock by flicking it up and down on her clit and between her pussy lips before slowly pushing himself inside of her, Emily winced slightly in pain. “ohhhh fuck…Emily you’re so tight… are you okay?” Ryan said between thrusting in and out of Emily’s saturated cunt, “ohhh Ryan…fuck me harder” she said moaning. Ryan thrusted harder and harder, his balls slapping on Emily’s ass, both were moaning with pleasure. Ryan pulled out of Emily, his dick as solid as a rock and flipped Emily over so she was lying on her stomach, he grabbed her waist and pulled her ass up towards him and slammed his dick into her tight pussy. Emily screamed with pleasure “OHHH MY FUCKING GOD!!” as Ryan thrusted harder and harder, one hand on the band of her tartan skirt and the other grabbing a fist full of Emily’s hair. His balls slapped against her arse as Emily engulfed his penis in her now broken in cunt. “Ryan…fuck I’m going to cum…ohhh god” Emily screamed “cum with me baby, cum all over my dick” Ryan moaned as he let out a grunt and they both climbed that mountain of climax together. As they both came with one and other, they both collapsed onto the bed “that was amazing” Emily said trying to catch her breath, “next time baby, it will be even better” Ryan replied as he tried to gather his breath, Emily grinned at the prospect of another time with Ryan. They both laid on the bed; tired, hot and sweaty taking in the events of night. Ryan kissed Emily’s forehead and they both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. It was a night to remember.   Publication Date: March 31st 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-cg024c36131dd85

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H.K. Extreme pleasure Chapter One I walked down the school’s hallway wearing tight, black jeans and a white tank top. Yesterday I sported a skimpy jean skirt with a black and purple corset. That was just me. A slutty high school junior. I had many skanky outfits but this day’s was different. It was so simple, it drove the guys crazy, and since we were in school, there was nothing they could do about it. Or at least that’s what I thought. I looked over my shoulder to see Cole walking towards me. Cole was a junior, like me, and he was a huge player. He was captain of the lacrosse team and today he was wearing his jersey and loose, dark jeans. Every time there was a game, the lacrosse players wore their jerseys or their girlfriends wore them. I have worn many different jerseys down these hallways but never Cole’s. “Hey,” Cole said to me. I turned around to face my locker and opened it up. “Hi,” I replied trying not to sound interested. “I was just wondering if you wanted to come watch me play later?” “I don’t know. Who are you playing?” I asked as I slightly turned to him. This question was unnecessary since I knew they were playing West Side High School, who happened to be our rivals. “West Side. It should be interesting, but I already know we’re going to win.” He grinned at me. “Alright, I’ll be there. What time does it start? Six right?” “Yeah.” The bell rang, “I guess I’ll see you later than,” He winked as he walked past me. I grabbed my purple binder and headed to English class. It was finally time for lunch so I found my regular table and sat down next to Stephanie. “Where’s your lunch?” she asked. “I’m not hungry. What are you doing later?” I was about to invite her to Cole’s game with me. “I don’t know. Nothing, why?” “There’s a lacrosse game later and Cole asked me to go. I just thought you’d want to go too.” “Sure. We can bring my car. I’ll go to your house around four so we can get ready together. Alright?” I nodded. She would have to bring her car because I knew I wasn’t going home tonight if Cole’s team won. Because I know Cole and he seems like the type of guy who would go for victory sex after playing rivals. And I was up for that. Cole was super hot. He had brown hair that spike up in the front and his green eyes could drive anyone crazy. They were a bright green that were impossible to read. He was tall and tan. All I would think about was how much I wanted them to win. “Sarah?” I heard from behind me. I turned to see Eric standing there. Eric was the biggest nerd and he had glasses and braces. He was skinny and short and pale. “What?” I asked in a bitch voice. “I was wondering if I could maybe possibly sit here, next to you. Never mind,” he said as he turned and started walking away. I reached up and grabbed his wrist. “Eric, you can sit here.” I saw him perk up and he spun around and sat next to me. “Thanks Sarah. No hot girls like you even notice me.” “I know. Just shut up and eat.” I felt my phone vibrate and took it out of my pocket. The number belonged to Cole. So I opened the text. Hope you don’t have anywhere to be after the game tonight. ;) I smiled at the text and quickly replied with I don’t think I can make it tonight. Sry. I waited a moment for a reply and got Why not? I was hoping to celebrate the win we’re gonna get with you. Well I guess I can try to make it. Where would we be celebrating? My house. Where are your parents? Gone. They went on another “honeymoon” and said it’d be 3 weeks. They left yesterday. Perfect. I sent as I tucked my phone back into my pocket. “Who was that?” Eric asked. “Does it matter. If you’re going to sit here, you’re going to have to learn to shut up.” Eric looked down at his lunch tray and began eating again. Chapter Two The rest of the day flew by and when four o’clock came, so didn’t Stephanie. We started by picking out very showy outfits to wear and added a pair of heels. We both re-straitened our hair. Stephanie’s hair was died blonde and mine was died auburn. “Steph, I’m not going to need a ride home tonight. I’m probably going to Cole’s house after the game,” I told her. “K. I kind of figured you would. Are you going to school tomorrow?” “I doubt it. I think Cole and I are going to be up all night.” We both smiled. The lacrosse game seemed to go on forever but when it finally ended, the scoreboard said: Home: 29 Away: 28. And I was proud to say that Cole made the winning goal. After the team had their after-game talk with the coach, Cole walked over to me. He kissed me on the cheek and said, “I knew you’d come.” I laughed quietly and followed him to his truck. It was a dark green, two doored Ford. He threw his duffel bag into the body and we both got into his truck. I sat in the middle seat and he placed his arm on me. We pulled into his driveway and walked into his house together. Cole led me to his bedroom. “I’m going to shower real quick. Just stay here and occupy yourself,” He said. His shower lasted about 5 minutes and he came back to the room wearing just jeans. His hair was still wet and his chest was still a bit damp. I was standing by his bed facing the door and he walked over to me. Cole gently pushed me back onto the bed and started to kiss me. I could feel his hands wander over me, starting at my shoulders than down on my waist. He moved them slightly up onto my stomach and paused. He waited about five seconds then continued to move up until his hands gently cupped my breasts through my bra. I was then pulled back up to my feet by Cole and we moved to his wall. He pressed me against the wall and never stopped kissing me while we moved. He took the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up over my head and threw it aside. I felt his hands go onto my back and unhook my bra, which then slid of. I felt naked compared to Cole so I moved my hands to his jeans. I unbuttoned his pants slowly and pushed them down, without leaving his lips. His hands were on my butt and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him harder. We made our way back to the bed and he laid me down and climbed onto me. He kissed my chin, neck, between my breasts, stomach, and then right above my pants. He unbuttoned them and pulled them off. He also removed my heels. Then he removed my black thong and his own boxers. We were now both completely naked. Cole went back up to my lips and kissed me. He rubbed my breasts then I felt his mouth on them. He sucked hard, making me moan. His hand traveled down further to my wet pussy. He rubbed gently and slowly on my clit and first then his mouth left my right breast. He moved his head to get a look at my pussy and he began rubbing again. He used his middle finger and rubbed my clit in a circular motion. His movements were slow, which drove me crazy. It felt so good that I need more speed. “Faster,” I told him. He grinned. “Not yet.” I was getting overwhelmed. I wanted him to go faster but I knew what he was doing. When you start slow and slowly increase your speed, it feels ten times better. But I was now ready for him to go faster. “Cole, faster,” I said, my voice unsteady. His hand began to slowly move faster. I felt an orgasm approaching already. I was breathing heavy and my legs were quivering. He knew I was about to climax so he stopped. Stop and start is a method that increases the intensity of and orgasm. But I just wanted him to keep going. “More. Keep going.” I told him. He started up again. My clit was more sensitive so I felt extreme pleasure faster. His finger moved extremely fast on my wet clit and I could feel and orgasm coming again. “don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I yelled. He moved faster and faster and I felt heat take over my body. I moaned and shook. “Like that?” Cole asked seductively. I couldn’t say anything so I just moaned. He went faster. So fast that I felt like I was going to explode. I let out a heavy cry and he moved his finger faster around my clit. I let out another cry and arched my back. I kept moaning every time he circled my clit. The pleasure was finally too much for me to handle. I tried pulling away but Cole held me with his other hand and continued stimulating my clit. I moaned loudly and felt my insides get heated. “Want me to stop?” He asked. I nodded my head slowly. The pleasure was overwhelming. I loved it but I couldn’t stand it. He laughed and continued. The pleasure was building up inside me and I felt myself cum. Cole let out and moan and finally released me. 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Deb Harman Comfort DEDICATED TO A FRIEND OF LOVE A TOUCH A Touch, Of wonders beyond belief searching truly within soul love comes of wavy and light desires of fire inhabit goal comfort in the depths of surprise truly amazing devotion, loss in the sensation in bless the supreme of words embrace dancing in echos of kisses sensual so comfort enchanted, for being with someone is truly precious and life granted   A Touch, Of power faith of kindle of charisma in depths, so deeply mind tingle of caress delight of rhythms flowered of garden roses we bathe in the aroma of perfect bliss hugging so tightly in one's designed fire of comfort, for pure of heavens of paradise of light and love forte heart is erase of pounding excite of happily hotly fire   A Touch, Of music remedy rhythm in classic symbolic in love of romance sensual of beating loves frolic comfort in serenity by roses of red pride blossom , falling freely into loves soul surged of within fate destiny symphonies of passion moving of soul awakening to heart violin's play in elite of nightly comfort oh adore yeah;   Kiss ,Oh darling ,Kiss ,Oh darling kiss me under the moon and stars for dear comfort   A Touch , Of over oceans crest soul in wavy waters splashing in fire passion in light and love comfort feeling crest of ones erotic orgasm love in desire romancing in delight earth moving connection for the style is amazing so graced sombre light inspire bathe with red fire roses tempted of eternal flight   A Touch, Of majesty spiritual concieved in utter worth by seas of red roses of floundering desired north comfort beautifully wriiten verse of lyrics deeply satisfy whithers purrs excitement embers of crestant skies signify   Hold ,Oh Darling,Hold me,Oh darling, Hold me by ember's of horizons pastor of sunflower sand dunes comfort     A LOVE A Love, So honour so new freshness in airy of sunlight happily in aura's comfort senses of calm in hands so tender heart is conditionally adapt of one loves of soul comfort right dancing in erotic tension feeling depth of complex unity triangle of love and light so, Hourly, Minute, Second ,Connectivity  Love,Oh Darling,Tender,Love making,So passionate love Caress of skin folds of gentle touching comfort    A Love, So gentle so fragile so rare so earth moving swimming taunting kisses over skin soothe me comfort holding silk of milking the cream tasty raw and succulent fire desire satin la carte de rains of waterfall gentle rain of roses red petals so angelic is hero of destiny love of meaningfully comfort   A Love, So driven so wild so adventured so powerful so playful in comfort pure serenity of energy adorned fire is explosive of orgasms after orgasms heaven sacred confide the soul to light in the heart of desired borned awakening sex magical amazing over sunsets horizon's roses red ember's rain of fierce songs compelled friendship   A Love, So bounded so bonding ties of lace black satin dancing by the birdcage swinging singing sweet song wild comfort lay within depths reign play the violin gentle as we dance serenity in paradise holding you love arms of embrace so tenderly minority     Love,Oh Darling ,Worship you ,Love you ,Hug you,Treasure you Pleasure in senses of feeling of emotionally shade comfort   A Love, So in prediction connection so strong truly divine pretty in faith of fate ripen of greatness so aerial comfort roses scattered all over body for evermore drink me taste me kiss my soul in rhythm song tranquility is pure wonderful fine   Love oh darling captivate me kiss me touch with fire oh darling love hourly fondled so bound in dreaming dancing in sync so truly comfort   A Love, So gorgeous flirty tantic of fevered blessed will of worthy harriet of sway so elite in words chessed cheerful in comfort of life consented wonders best roses lay by the lace satin white sheets like a blanket over bare inked body for flowered erotic comfort   A Touch ,A Love sensual to one's harmony swinging by thy birdcage a song cascading halo echoing over the soul of loved sacred heart .   Comfort(Comfort Part 1) © by deb harman 25/4/15 Publication Date: April 24th 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-px6371db014e535

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Samemia Taylor No Place Like Home Chapter One-Beginning Beep Beep Beep I hear my alarm clock beeping like it own someone. I open my eyes only to see my crazy best friend looking at me. " Damn you gotta stop doing that like foreal. Go to the kitchen and tell my head chief we having a party.", I grumble sitting up. She nodded and left. The reason I sent her is because she like our head chief, Paul. I mean he cute and all but ain't back stabbing my girl like that. Well let me tell you about my slow ass.My name is Sam Freed. I'm mixed with black, Mexican, and white. I got really curly hair that makes people pull my hair, which cause fights,which cause me in my prison cell. Yea I got my own prison cell,so what. Well whatever, back to my hair. It's long and a caramel and dark brown color. I'm 24. I'm still a virgin, yea creepy. My dad makes me stay at his house which is like a castle. I'm a daddy's girl. My mom is a celebrity lawyer. My dad is an agent. There still in-love. I'm the only child. I have to many friends to count but my best friend is Alindina Prescott.Coming out my bathroom, I look through my overflowed closet. I'll have to donate some clothes. I sigh. Looking around, I picked up some dark pink jeans and a black shirt that says 'I'm A Main Chick. That's my dick'. I grabbed my black and pink stripped pumps. Opening the window, I checked to see if it was chilly. It wasn't so I left my room skipping to my dad office. I knocked three times and heard shuffling. The door opened and my dad stood there smiling. "Hi daddy", I chirped. He chuckled and hugged me," Hey puffy, I got someone I want you to meet. Oh, and puffy? I think he'll like the shirt." ,my dad snickered and walked into his office. That's when I seen someone casually leaning back in his chair. I walked in. My eyes focused on the man two feet away from me. " Anyhoo, this is my daughter, Samantha, Sam this is my new client, Rhydian Brown." My jaw dropped. He was beautiful in every way. Like an angel. I stared at him in amazement I looked around the room and spotted a big rubber band. I grabbed it and put my hair up in a bun.He finally looked up. I begin to check him out. He had on dark skinny jeans, a green shirt that say 'My main chick can ride better', and some bred 11's. I looked back into his face and he was smirking. "Hey Sam", his voice was dark and rich. It sent chills up my spine. I smirked and turned around. "Daddy I'm having a party tonight, I just wanted you to know that you and mom should go to that new restaurant tonight to... ya know relax." He laughed then his cellphone rung. He put his finger up and left. I huffed and sat in his chair. "Ayy that ass though." I turned around and scoffed. He got up and walked up to me."Ya know, little ma you bad. You got ass and titties." He was to close for my liking. He started kissing up my neck. I tried to pushed him but that shit started to feel good, so I stopped. " See you want me." He pushed me on the couch and got on me. His lips smashed onto mine, devouring me. I felt his hand unbuckling my jeans. That sneaky hand made it through my panties to my clit. Before I could get a sound out, his other hand pushed against my mouth. I arched my back forward as his finger pumped in and out of me. He smirked. As I was about to cum, he pulled back, buckled my pants, and sat up. I growled mentally. I smiled and grabbed his dick. "See told you this mine." He moaned. I unzipped his zipper, taking his dick out. It was HUGE. He laughed,"You scared ma?" I licked the tip. He liked it because he gripped my hair, taking it out a bun. I took it whole since ain't got no gag reflexes. I sucked while he pumped into my mouth. "Damn ma, you a bigger freak than me." he grunt. I bring my hand up to play with his balls. I feel them tighten. Soon as he was about to cum, I let go. He grabbed my head and pushed it down. He exploded in my mouth. Breathing hard, he grabbed my head kissing my ear then whispering, "Don't ever pull away from me." With that, he zipped his pants up and leaned back. I sat back down in my dad's chair as soon as my dad walked in. I smiled up at him,"Hey I'm in my room if you need me.... but take my advice, dad....go out and have fun." He just smiled. I got up walking out the door but not before catching Rhydian wink.Closing the door, I walked to my room. Ali was sleeping on my bed, so i let her sleep. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through instagram,twitter, and facebook. I took a picture when i felt an arm wrap around me. I saw that Rhydian was looking down at my neck and his hands in a fist. After putting it on my instagram page, I turned around and stood on my tippy-toes. He smirked, leaning down, pressing his juicy lips on mine. Grabbing his neck, my other hand scratched his back. His nails dug into my hips. My phone was somewhere on the floor going off. Clap Clap Clap I tried to let go but he grip harder. Finally letting go he whispered, " Daddy wasn't ready baby, so just know that" I looked up to see Ali smiling evil at me, "So you wasn't lying when you said you was going to be a main chick?" He laughed whiling gripping me tighter, "Naw, she my wifey." I scoffed. Picking up my phone, I text the workers to look good for the party and that they can go home till tonight. Then I text Paul to come to my room. I guess Rhydian saw it because he straight up threw my phone. I gasp. He shook his head, "You're mine baby girl." That when we heard a knock. Ali opened it. She smiled and kissed him. I laughed at Rhydian's expression. Dragging him to my closet, I gave him some basketball shorts and a wife beater. I grabbed a red cami and some black boy cuts. Our next stop was the bathroom. I jumped in the shower as Rhydian took off his pants."Wait, where did you get these boxers from?", he growled out. I laughed, " I wear them, they're comfy to sleep in." He sighed and jumped in the shower with me. He grabbed the soap, squirting it in his hands. Smoothly washing my body. I start to moan. I quickly took the soap from him,I washed him slowly. After we were finished, I grabbed two big fluffy red towels. Throwing my clothes on,I left out the bathroom. Ali and Paul was gone. Walking over to my bed, I grabbed my extra phone to check Instagram.I laughed at the comments on me and Rhydian's picture. Finally he came out. Damn, he look good. He smiled and walked over to me. I begin to crawl away but he grabbed my ankles. Leaning in, he kissed my exposed stomach. I arched my back wanting more than that. Getting the message, he started to rub my clit and folds. My mouth sucked a breath in. Closer and closer I went. He knew too because he was about to pull back, but I whimpered in protest so he kept going. Finally the climax just broke free, causing me to shake uncontrollably. I look up to see Rhydian licking his fingers. "Lets get this party started, shall we?" Publication Date: May 31st 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-zzca59ebfe7b655

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Podgeman The Cucks Wife Descent into Depravity Wendy was about sixteen when I first saw her back in the early nineteen seventies. Around five foot two with short brown hair and eyes like saucers. She was wearing a very short skirt with thigh boots and her tight sweater accentuated her large breasts, I lusted after her immediately, she was certainly built with sex in mind , within two years we were engaged to be married. In those early days it became apparent that Wendy was unaware of her womanly charms and sex in general, indeed at the end of her hen night she allowed a casual acquaintance to run her home. Instead of taking her straight to the house he parked a nearby in a darkened car park no doubt with the intention of trying his luck. All I know is that she arrived home with her tights ripped and her blouse torn. Throughout our marriage Wendy has never taken the lead in matters of the flesh, I have always had to cajole her into wearing sexy lingerie and it took all of three months to persuade her to shave her pussy when that became the fashion. She would suck my cock on request but without much enthusiasm and would always stop frustratingly short of completion. Rimming was tolerated but anal sex was flatly refused and then slowly but surely our mundane sex life began to wane. For one brief period our sex life was rekindled during a holiday in Spain and was further enhanced when we got home by a wife swapping scandal involving some acquaintances of ours though my poorly veiled attempts at getting us involved were rebuffed. “So you’d like to see me with another man would you”. She would say “Yes I would” was my reply, but of course nothing ever happened. We had always put our three children first to the extent that money was always tight whilst we endeavoured to ensure that they got a good education. Once university was out of the way and they all had good jobs our financial situation began to improve. By now sex had become a monthly wifely duty, just get it up, get it in and get it out. Getting it up wasn’t the problem because after thirty odd the years of marriage and three children later she was still sexually attractive, a little chunkier perhaps but undeniably fuckable! When pressed about this most unsatisfactory situation the reply was always the same “take me somewhere hot”, so eventually I did. We landed in Tenerife on a typically hot and sunny Saturday in late October, back home the weather was beginning to change for the worse but our destination was five star all inclusive luxury. After three days I was getting even more frustrated than usual with lots of naked female flesh of all ages on view but the usual lack of enthusiasm from Wendy in the bedroom, the following day things changed forever. Day four started as usual, up around eight , towels on the sun bed and in for breakfast followed by a walk into the village to browse around the gift shops and get a paper. On returning to our chosen place on the sun deck I noticed that a middle aged couple had taken the beds next to us. He was a distinguished looking guy, tall and slim with short greying hair and she was small and curvy not unlike my wife. The difference was that whereas Wendy wore a conservative full length bathing costume this lady wore a bikini cut high on the thigh and a bra top that struggled to contain her breasts. This situation did not last long as in no time at all the bra was on the floor and thus the thickest most suckable nipples I have ever seen were on display. Throughout the rest of the day I was caught sneaking a peak at those tits by both the owner and Wendy on numerous occasions though the difference in reaction could not have been more marked. Wendy scowled whilst Birgitta ( her name ) just smiled. After dinner that evening we took up our usual position at a table by the pool bar. We spent every evening drinking, but not to excess whilst people watching. After an hour or so the couple who had been next to us that day appeared from the dining area looking for somewhere to sit, the bar was full. He (Eric) looked over to were we where sitting and whispered something to his wife then they walked up to us and asked if they could share our table. And so an evening full of small talk and general bonhomie ensued. It turned out that our companions were from Hamburg in Germany, Eric spoke perfect English but Bitgitta not so. As the bar started to empty Wendy suggested that we call it a night and thanked our new friends for a pleasant evening. As we got up to leave Eric looked her straight in the eye and asked her if we wanted to come to their room for a night cap, his intentions were obvious. I expected her to make some sort of excuse but before I could intervene and much to my amazement she said that that would be nice, Birgitta as usual just smiled! On our way to their room I whispered “do you know what he’s after”, “its what you’ve always wanted isn’t it?” she replied, I said nothing . When we got to their room we went onto the balcony and Eric being the perfect host supplied everyone with a glass of cognac. For some reason I positioned myself close to Wendy in a protective manner. In no time at all Eric was back with the bottle for another round of drinks but this time ensuring that Wendy’s glass was the last to be filled and thus giving him the opportunity to get closer to her. At that instant I was distracted by the fact that Birgitta had moved in front of me having undone some of the buttons on her dress, her breasts where now almost hanging out. When I looked at Wendy she was staring intently at Eric and it was then that I noticed that his free hand was slowly caressing my wife’s arse! I was now panicking and almost at the point of bottling it completely, Birgitta took my hand and placed it over her now exposed left breast and I could feel the thick rubbery nipple engorge to my touch. Eric whispered something in Wendy’s ear and began to lead her through the curtains and into the bedroom. I began to follow but was stopped by Birgitta who had now released both her breast’s, she said just one word “suck”. I bent slightly and began to suck on each of those magnificent nipples but all the while wondering what was going on behind the curtains. Birgitta now turned around and began to grind her arse into my groin whilst I clung onto her tits massaging each of her nipples between finger and thumb. My head was in a whirl whilst my cock strained against her firm buttocks . There had been no sound from the bedroom yet I was aching to know what was going on behind those curtains. A grunt from within broke the spell, Birgitta took my hand and slowly pulled back the curtains. I will never forget the sight that greeted me. Wendy my wife of thirty years was lying on the bed with her dress pulled up to her waist, her legs were high in the air and her knickers were on the floor beside her handbag . Eric a virtual stranger to both of us had her legs pinned back behind his arms as he rhythmically pumped his hard cock in and out of her pussy. His balls began to slap against her arse as each thrust became more urgent. Birgitta now began to massage my erect cock through my trousers whilst her husband continued to fuck my wife right there in front of me. Juice from Wendy’s pussy began to trickle down over her dilated arsehole as Eric’s assault continued and then almost without warning he shuddered and let out a guttural groan. I heard Wendy moan softly and then Eric rolled off her, Birgitta moved quickly to her husband’s side and began to suck and lick his by now deflating cock. For a moment Wendy just lay there breathing hard with her eyes closed and her legs still wide apart, her pussy a gaping maw. I didn’t know whether to free my aching cock and take Birgitta from behind or give Wendy a second load. That thought was swiftly dispelled by the sight of a thick river of cum that slowly started to ooze from my wife’s pussy, Eric had taken her bareback. Wendy slowly sat up , she looked at Birgitta still hungrily licking the juices from off Eric’s flaccid cock and then at me. She then plucked her knickers from off the floor, pulled down her dress and said “lets go”. Without another word being spoken we left and headed back to our room. We walked back in silence whilst I tried to take in what had just happened. Once back inside Wendy went straight into the bathroom to shower, she emerged wearing her nightie and got straight into bed. “What happened there” I said and once again she replied “It’s what you wanted to see wasn’t it ? and anyway I don’t want to talk about it now”, and with that she turned off the light. For a while I lay in the darkness picturing what I had just seen and then trying to imagine if the same thing had happened in that dark car park twelve hours before our wedding day all those years ago and then I felt my cock starting to stir. The next morning I again asked Wendy what had happened, she just said “ you were there, Oh but of course you were to busy sucking his wife’s tits to notice we had gone”. “I don’t mean that” I said, “He didn’t use a condom”. “Look”, she said “he took me into the bedroom and we had another drink, schnapps I think, I was tipsy. He then lowered me onto the bed and ran has hands up my legs pulling off my panties and spreading my legs all in an instant. He was rubbing and probing my pussy with one hand whilst he removed his clothes with the other, all the while he was smiling at me. When he was naked he knelt down and parted my pussy lips with his fingers and started to tongue my hole, by this time I was sopping wet. All I know is at that moment I just wanted him in me, I didn’t think about protection until I felt his load explode deep inside me”. “ He made you cum didn’t he” I said. She half looked away and said “yes”. Later that morning I saw Wendy in conversation with Eric, he and Birgitta were at the other end of the sun deck. When she returned I asked what he had wanted, “he wants to see me alone this afternoon , they’re going home tonight , I told him that I only play with my husband present” and then she sat down and continued to read her book. Two weeks later we were at home having dinner when Wendy told me that she would be going out with friends the following evening to celebrate with a work mate who was taking early retirement. This wasn’t unusual as she was out at least once a month usually at a friends house but sometimes at a pub. She would always tell me what time I should pick her up but in this case she said not to bother as she would get a lift home and that she would be back before midnight. I always took advantage of these evenings alone to watch porn on the internet and masturbate whilst fantasising about various scenarios involving Wendy and other guys. At about eleven thirty I heard her turn the key in the door but was slightly surprised to hear her talking to somebody. She walked in with a man who she introduced as Dave a work colleague who had kindly volunteered to drive her home. Dave was older than us in his early sixties I’d say, tall and well preserved not unlike Eric. I put the kettle on while Wendy excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she returned she sat in the armchair opposite to Dave and myself revealing a fair bit of thigh as she crossed her legs. We chatted about nothing in particular but all the time Wendy was fidgeting around which had the effect of making her skirt ride even higher. By this time I knew what was going to happen. Dave innocently asked about our holiday, I am convinced that he had no idea about what Wendy had in mind for him. Tell him about Eric and Birgitta” she blurted out. Dave looked puzzled but before I could speak Wendy told him that she had been propositioned in the hotel bar by a German guy named Eric. “What did you say” Dave asked “ Well Jim has always been a sucker for a big pair of tits, haven’t you darling” she laughed “ and I must admit that Birgitta had great tits. So while he was sucking on them I let Eric fuck me”. It’s OK Dave don’t look so shocked, Jim doesn’t mind in fact he enjoys it” she said moving to the edge of her seat so that her skirt had ridden up over her thighs. Dave just looked at her lustfully, “Come on Dave” she said “word has it that you’ve got a big fat cock” and with that she opened her legs revealing her crotch less tights and no knickers. Her pussy was starting to moisten as she opened her legs even wider. Dave looked at me and I just nodded and with that he sank to his knees placing his head between Wendy’s thighs as he licked and probed her hole. Wendy held his head in place and looked directly at me as she pushed her pussy into his face. When Dave finally came up for air I could see Wendy’s juices glistening all the way down from the tip of his nose to his chin as he licked himself clean. He then stood up and released his cock which was already sticking out over his pants. It was big, about eight inches long and thick as well “ lucky bastard” I muttered to myself, “so it is true” said Wendy “that’s why they call you Big Dave”. Wendy lifted her legs and held them wide apart with her hands behind her knees and beckoned him in. She gasped as Dave pushed his cock all the way home banging her hard to start with and then slowing it down with long deep strokes. For the second time in a matter of weeks I looked on transfixed not quite believing what I was seeing. After a while Dave pulled out and nodded for me to take over but before I could do anything she had turned over and presented her arse to him, both her holes wet and dilated. Dave immediately mounted her trying to finger her arsehole as she impaled herself on his throbbing member. He rode her in the manner of a guy who’d done this countless times before. Once again he pulled out and for a split second I thought he was going to take her in the arse. Instead he wanked his cock furiously before shooting his load over her lower back. Dave dropped to the floor resting against the settee , Wendy got up and without adjusting herself headed for the bathroom with Dave’s cum glistening and dripping from her arse which swayed seductively as she moved. “Thanks Dave “ she said as she disappeared up the stairs. Dave stood up and pulled up his trousers, “that’s one dirty bitch you’ve got there” he said “ Oh and thanks for the coffee” and then with a wave of his hand he left. I sat on the floor for about an hour pondering the events of the last month. It seemed to me that I had started something that was getting out of control. The following morning Wendy was first to broach the subject. “Dave’s got stamina for a guy in his sixties don’t you think” she said “and what a cock, I thought he was going to split me in half it was that big”. I said that I thought he was going to try and arse fuck her. “That’s your trouble” she said “only interested in the kinky stuff. Always want your cock and balls sucked or your cock in my arse. Why can’t you just fuck pussy like other mature guys do. I think we’ll be trying Dave out again I’m getting wet just thinking about him” she said mocking me. I suggested that might it not be dangerous playing with a work colleague, he could spread rumours. “He wouldn’t” she said “and in any case I’m a respectable middle aged woman with three grown up children, no one would believe him!” The following Friday Wendy told me that she was going to see her friend Elaine and that I should pick her up at around eleven. I admit that I quite fancied doing a turn with Elaine, she was a hefty girl about ten years younger than us with a much older husband and one child. At one time she had confided in Wendy that John her husband wasn’t doing it for her in the bedroom and that she was contemplating finding someone to satisfy her needs. I was going to offer my services but then thought better of it. Besides what was Wendy saying about me! At around nine o’clock that night our eldest daughter rang to say that her car had broken down and could I collect her from her friends and drive her home. I phoned Wendy and said that I’d be a little late picking her up, she told me not to worry as John would drop her off. At about midnight I heard voices at the door . Wendy came in saying that John had not arrived home so she had called a cab but had not taken her purse with her. “I’ll just get my purse” she called out as she went upstairs. A stocky Asian guy stood in the doorway “can’t be to careful” he said “some people try to get off without paying”. I just nodded . We stood there for a couple of minutes in the awkward silence both looking up the stairs. Eventually Wendy came to the top of the stairs and said, “ do you want paying or would you prefer some of this”. She was standing there in just a suspender belt, stockings, G-String and a pair of killer heels her large unsupported breasts hanging down the nipples hard. “ Bloody hell” said the taxi driver looking from me to Wendy and then back again. “ Be by guest” I said and with that he started up the stairs. I waited a minute or so then slowly followed, I stopped at the top step and looked into the room. There is a mirror on the far wall of our bedroom so I could clearly see what was going on through its reflection. Wendy had squatted down on the bed on all fours presenting her ample creamy white arse for inspection. The taxi driver was fumbling with his trousers trying to free his straining cock. Eventually he managed to get it out, I seem to remember that it was thick but short. Wendy pulled the little slither of material covering her charms to one side and with that a little bit of Asia entered my wife! The cabby got up on his toes and started to pump away furiously at Wendy’s arse which quivered rhythmically to every thrust. I was just thinking that he wouldn’t be able to stay in that position for long when he cried out as he rammed his cock home as far as it would go. He then slumped over my wife for a minute or so before regaining his composure, he then zipped up his flies said “thanks mate” and fled down the stairs as fast as he could go. Wendy remained in the same position and looked at me over her shoulder. “ Fucking hell” I said “what was that all about”. “Well I had to see if I could do it” she replied. “You’ve done it before” was my reply”. “No I don’t mean that, I mean on the spur of the moment, you know, keep you on edge, never knowing when I’m going to bring someone home”. “No condom again” I said. “You can’t show somebody the goods and then ask them if they’ve got a condom, anyway as a cuck aren’t you supposed to lick me out afterwards” and with that she slipped a finger into her pussy producing a flow of Asian juice which began to drip onto the bed sheet. “Yuk” she said “Pass me a wipe”. A couple of weeks later I ran into Dave whilst filling up at the garage. “Look” he said “I’ve been wondering if I owe you an apology”. “Listen” I said “ it surprised me as much as you, we had talked about it but I thought that the Tenerife thing was a one off but it appears that it wasn’t. She’s done it again since you know, with a taxi driver. She’s either turned into a nympho or just wants to humiliate me. Oh and she wants a rematch with you by the way”. Dave looked at me and asked if I was happy with the situation. “ She’s fucked three guys in almost as many weeks, and she doesn’t ask them to use condoms”. “I’ve got to go” he said “ but meet me in the Abbey Hotel on Friday say eight o’clock. I can’t deny that I’d like another go at your missus but maybe I can help you out at the same time”. When I arrived at the Abbey, Dave was standing at the bar with a slightly older guy who he introduced as his brother Bill. Dave told me that Bill arranged small but regular gatherings at his flat and that maybe Wendy and I might like to come along to their next meet. I said that Wendy selected the gentlemen that she fucked with and that I had no input as to when and where this might next happen.” A genuine cuck eh” said Bill. Dave then suggested that as Wendy wanted to “see” him again would it be OK if he suggested going to Bill’s place. Before I could answer we were interrupted by what can only be described as a dark haired beauty who was introduced to me as Sandy. Dave later told me that she was Bill’s friend and that she was his co host at their little soirée’s. That did it for me, I told Dave that if he could arrange something with Wendy then that would be OK with me but I stressed that she must be told about the venue and who would be there. A couple of days later Bill phoned me to say that everything was set for the following evening and that it would be Dave, Sandy, Wendy, me and him. On the day in question Wendy said nothing until just before dinner when she announced that we were only having a light meal as we were going out at seven thirty. When I asked where we were going the reply was wait and see. She came down the stairs wearing black trousers and a loose fitting cream top, there was no indication as to what she was wearing underneath save for her killer heels. Our destination turned out to be only about fifteen minutes drive away on a drab estate I didn’t even know existed. I noticed Dave’s car was already parked in the communal car park that served the five small apartment blocks that stood at the side of a run down childrens play area, a couple of hooded youths eyed us suspiciously as we got out of the car. When Wendy asked one of them were number thirty nine was he merely responded with a wave of the hand indicating the nearest block. The entrance hall was dirty and run down and I wondered what we were letting ourselves in for as I rang the entrance hall bell. Through the heavily stained glass I saw a door open and Dave appeared, he pressed a buzzer from inside the flat and the door opened to let us in. This really was sleazy but in a way entirely in keeping with the thoughts that were running through my mind. Once inside things weren’t much better, a porno movie was playing on the large flat screen TV on one side of the living room showing a pneumatically enhanced blond being spit roasted by two hunky guys, a big corner settee seemed to fill the rest of the room except for a dining chair that was against the wall facing the settee. This chair was occupied by Dave’s brother Bill a can of bear in his hand. He stood up when we came in and introduced himself as if this was the first time I’d met him. He turned the sound down from the TV but not the movie itself, the blond was now being DP’d by the two guys, Wendy nervously looked around trying hard not to look at the TV. I was waiting for the excuse as to why Sandy wouldn’t be there when she appeared from the hallway. “Oh” she said “I’m sorry , I didn’t hear you come in I was just getting ready, I’m Sandy , Bills friend” fortunately she showed no hint of recognition either, clearly they had done this sort of thing before and in that instant I saw some of the tension drain away from Wendy’s face . Sandy was wearing a knee length red and black dress with what I presumed were black stockings and black stiletto’s with silver heels. Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders, she looked gorgeous and I wondered what on earth she was doing with a guy who looked so old! On the TV the blond was now gulping down the cum spurting out of large cocks of her two admirers. “Get a drink for our guests Bill” she said and turn that off, I’m sure nobody needs reminding as to why we’re here” Wendy blushed slightly and looked at the floor. After a little small talk Sandy suggested that we get on with things. Bill and Dave moved the coffee table from in front of the settee and Sandy went to fetch a duvet from the bedroom which she placed in front of the settee. “Stops you from getting carpet burn!” she said looking at Wendy. “ Jim you sit on the chair facing the settee, you’ll get the best view from there” Everyone moved around, Wendy was sitting next to Dave whilst Bill sat on the angle at the other end of the settee. “ Right then” said Sandy and she started to unzip her dress. Sandy stood in front of me and let the dress slip down to her waist, She did a little shimmy with her hips and it fell to the floor. She then expertly stepped out of it and discarded it with a flick of the wrist. What stood before me was almost a perfect vision of womanhood. A semi transparent bra with matching thong, black hold ups and those heels. She looked at me for a moment and then licked her lips as she turned around. Sandy’s arse did not match the rest of her body being a little more wrinkled and saggy than I like but when she bent forward as with all women of a certain age all of the saggy skin just melted away and my cock rose to attention at the glorious site in front of me. Mind you Sandy was having a similar effect on the other male members of her audience. Bill was naked and slowly wanking his cock, Dave was down to his underpants and as before his huge cock was already straining to get out of them. “Let me help you” purred Sandy as she reached for Wendy’s hand. Wendy stood up and Sandy pulled her top over her head and discarded it in the same manner as she had with her own dress. She then eased Wendy’s trousers down and supported her as my wife stepped out of them. Wendy also wore black hold ups with a matching bra and thong though in truth the thong was probably one size to small as it sat tight across her hips framing her magnificent arse! “ Very nice” whistled Bill. By now Dave was completely naked, his cock was so big that it easily reached past his belly button. Mind you his brother wasn’t far behind him in the wedding tackle stakes but what he lacked in length was more than made up for by the size of his bell end! Lets just say it was big. I was still massaging my inadequate cock through my trousers when Sandy looked at Wendy and said “I’ll just warm him up for you” and with that she unclipped her bra and knelt beside Dave taking his engorged cock between her moist lips licking its purple head before sucking deeply on the shaft. At this point Bill stood up and moved behind Wendy who was standing looking down as Sandy’s head bobbed up and down on Dave’s cock and I wondered what she was thinking. Bill unclipped her bra and massaged her big tits, whilst his cock rubbed against her arse. He then eased down her thong until it was just hanging around one ankle. At this point I thought he was going to fuck her and I think she did as well because she shot me a glance as Bill placed one of her hands on the arm of the settee for support, bent her over slightly and eased her legs apart. But he then pulled the cheeks of her arse apart and placed a finger into her moist pussy. This was quickly followed by a second finger and then slowly to start with he finger fucked her picking up pace until quite a loud squishing sound could be heard emanating from her. Wendy was now breathing hard and gyrating her hips as the assault, for that is what it looked like continued. By this point I had my cock out and was massaging it with my thumb as I watched Sandy reach behind her and pull her thong down around her knees as she came off Dave’s cock, she then stood up and rested a hand on Bills shoulder as she removed her thong completely. Meanwhile Dave held his shaft up and beckoned Wendy over to him and with that she straddled him and sank down on his cock until all I could see were his squashed balls between her arse cheeks, she let out a little moan as she did so. They stayed like that for a few seconds before she leaned forward and began to move up and down on his pole. What followed disturbed me because although she was doing exactly what I had wanted to see he was sucking on her breasts and biting her nipples between bouts of kissing as they moved in unison which reminded me more of love making than just raw hard sex. Then as if he was reading my mind or maybe feeling a little uncomfortable himself Dave eased Wendy off his cock and pushed her onto the floor burying her face in the duvet. Then just as he had done a couple of weeks earlier he straddled her arse and began riding her hard. I had paid little attention to Bill and Sandy during this time, my focus being firmly on my wife. It seemed as if Sandy had to strain her jaw just to get the head of Bills cock into her mouth, but once in he hissed loudly as he strained to get deeper down her throat. Eventually Sandy came up for air and squatted down next to Wendy with Bill immediately mounting her flexing arse. The brothers then began to ride the two women as if battling to the line in the Grand National ! Moans of pleasure came from both women in equal measure which only served to spur their respective mounts to even greater effort. Dave pulled his juice covered and twitching cock out of Wendy’s pussy, incredibly he still hadn’t cum. As Wendy flopped back onto the settee Sandy began to lick my wife’s love juice from Dave’s balls and shaft as he knelt in front of her. Bill also pulled out leaning back against the settee. The staying power of these older men was impressive. Wendy sat with her head to one side, small beads of perspiration had formed at her hairline and her nipples were red and swollen from the attention of Dave’s teeth. Her cheeks and chest were flushed suggesting at least one orgasm and her pussy lips were folded back revealing her sticky hot hole and stiff little clit. I was now wanking my cock steadily my balls starting to slap against the edge of the seat as Sandy licked the last drop of pre cum from Dave’s cock, it was then that I decided that it was my turn. Somewhere along the line I had managed to remove my jeans and pants and so stood in front of Sandy in my tea shirt. I deliberately turned so that Wendy would get a good view of the action and then gently holding Sandy’s Head between my hands I guided her lips over my aching cock. She sucked gently probably sensing that I wouldn’t last long as I fought the temptation to face fuck her, it had been a long time since I’d had my cock in a woman’s mouth. Dave was now on the floor between Wendy’s legs and I noticed that she tried to push his head away as he sought out her pussy with his tongue. Dave pushed her hand away and licked her from below her just visible arsehole up to and over her clit which he lashed with his tongue. Wendy cried out and tried to push him away and again he pushed her hand away repeating the tongue lashing on at least two or three more occasions. By now she appeared to be in a state of total delirium as Dave stood over her his huge cock visibly throbbing. He then pushed her legs back and to my astonishment she held them open for him by gripping the heel of each stiletto in her hands, she looked just like the whore I always wanted her to be. For a brief moment he just stood there looking down at this most erotic of sights and then slowly he moved over her and pushed his cock into her once more. Wendy gasped as he entered her and as he picked up speed her eyes seemed to glaze over and she let out a number of long soft moans as she drifted into ecstasy . By now it was obvious that Dave was beginning to lose control as he flexed his strong legs and drove his cock ever harder and deeper into my wife’s welcoming pussy grunting as he did so. For my part the sights and sounds had become all too much so I started to face fucked Sandy in earnest. She dug her fingers into my arse as she held onto me, her mouth willingly accepting every stroke of my cock and then having caught Wendy’s eye I pulled out, arched my back and shot a hot torrent of cum into the back of Sandy’s throat. Wendy looked away and thrust her pelvis even harder at Dave to such an extent that he immediately shuddered and they both cried out as one final orgasm swept over them. A little later this was followed by a low groan from Bill as his load spattered Sandy’s face as she wanked his cock. As we left Sandy laughingly informed us that we’d past the audition and that we were welcome to attend any of their regular gatherings and looking at me added that cuckhold husbands were most welcome too. Bill added that if we were interested their next proper gathering was scheduled for Saturday night, Wendy shot me a glance and said “We’ll think about it, Jim will let you know”. Wendy went straight into the bathroom when we got home and emerged sometime later wrapped in a bath towel . I was propped up in bed waiting for her as I was getting a little concerned about her relationship with Dave and wanted to know what was going on. She sat at her dressing table dabbing her face with moisturiser chatting as if nothing had happened. She then dropped the bath towel and stood up to put on her nightie. I noticed that her chest was still flushed and her nipples were red and swollen. “What’s going on” I said “ I thought you would only do it if you were in control of the situation and tonight we went to a complete strangers house were you got finger fucked by someone you’ve never met before. She looked at me and said “It was Dave’s idea, he told me about Bill and Sandy and promised me beforehand that it would be just me and him. He said you’d get something out of it as well, so I said yes”. She then touched each of her nipples in turn and winced. “ I’ll have to put something on these” she said rummaging in the dressing table drawer. “Oh, and that’s another thing” I said “ I thought it was just about sex but there you were sticking your tits in his mouth and playing tonsil hockey with him”. She looked at me sheepishly and said “I know I’m sorry, I got carried away”. The following morning I told Wendy that I thought it would be best if she stopped seeing other men. She just looked at me and said, “I thought you liked watching me and in any case I can’t stop now”. When I asked why she blurted out “ because I think about him fucking me all the time, he takes me to a place I’ve never been before, it’s like a drug and I’m hooked”. I was shocked and silent for a minute and then said “ I presume him is Dave” she just nodded. “Listen” I said, “ Dave is only the same as the rest of us, if you offer him your pussy he’ll take it. You wont be the only one he’s shagging, he goes to Bill’s parties remember and anyway how long will it be before he’s got you sucking his cock and all the other things you don’t like to do. You’ve been in control so far though god knows how you managed to keep it that way last night”. “ I’ve told you it was planned in advance just me and Dave and anyway he’s not like that” she replied “Oh yes he is” I said “ you didn’t see him pushing Sandy away when she was using her mouth to keep him stoked up for you and come to think of it you weren’t complaining either when Bill had his fingers up your pussy, were you!”. She looked away and said “then I’ll just have to take that chance won’t I”. I was crestfallen but tried not to show it. This was the one thing I hadn’t taken into consideration when I’d suggested my grubby little scheme and now I was facing the ultimate penalty “ I take it then that we’re going tomorrow night”. I said “Yes” was the curt reply. Later that day I phoned Dave to find out how many people would be going to Bill’s party my intention being to try and dissuade Wendy from going. “Well” he said “ If you and your lovely wife attend there will be seven of us in all, three ladies and four fellers. I was going to bring a lady friend along to even things up but Wendy knows her so I don’t think it’s a good idea”. “So this lady friend works with you as well does she” I said. “Yes” was his reply. “God Dave, how many women are you shagging there” I asked. “ Well it was three but one has left now so it’s just your missus and Joan” he said quite nonchalantly. For some reason I could feel myself getting angry, here was my wife falling for a guy who considered me to be some pathetic cuck and yet to him she was just another piece of meat that he could use and abuse. In that instant I knew that this was going to be a hard lesson to learn and that it would be touch and go as to whether our marriage survived or not. “We’ll be there” I said. On Saturday morning Wendy was up early. “I’m going into town to find something nice to wear for tonight, want to come”. “No” I said “but you like choosing my underwear” came the reply. “Listen” I said “I don’t want to go tonight, Dave will fuck you silly and I wont get any pleasure out of it because he’s done it twice before, it’s too predictable. “Suit yourself” she said “I’ll go alone if I have to” and with that she picked up her keys and left. When she got back Wendy asked me if I wanted to see what she’d bought. “No” I said “At least that will be the one surprise I’ll get tonight” I replied sarcastically. “ So you are coming then are you”. She said. “I’m not letting you go alone”, “Ah, how touching” she said mockingly, “ afraid I’ll be coming home with the milkman are you”. “ Something like that” I muttered. Just then a thought struck me “ Oh, Joan phoned for you while you were out” I lied. “ Joan who?” she said “I don’t know something about work I think, who is she” I asked. “Oh some fat arsed tart in reception who fancies Dave” came the reply. “He says she’s always giving him the come on but he’s not interested, she can wait until Monday”. It was seven twenty pm and we were due at Bill’s place for eight, Wendy was upstairs preening herself in preparation for another night on Dave’s cock. Just then the phone rang, it was my mother “the boiler’s gone off, can you come round” she asked. I explained that we were due at a friends house for drinks at eight “ I’ll come in the morning” I said. “No I need it tonight” was her reply. Wendy was annoyed to hear this being impatient to be fucked by Dave again and I wasn’t best pleased myself, I didn’t need the hassle but at least it would delay the inevitable. Fortunately my mother only lived around the corner so the boiler was back on and I was pulling up outside our house at a quarter to eight, Wendy was waiting at the door. She was wearing a full length raincoat, tightly fastened up, with killer heels and fishnets. “We’ll be late” she said as she slid in beside me. Her makeup was tastefully done and she wore teardrop earrings with a purple coloured stone. I also noticed she was wearing a black velvet choker with a large stone in the centre that matched her earrings. Her perfume was delicate and she looked lovely a million dollars. It was obvious that an awful lot of thought and preparation had gone into how she was going to present herself, I knew I was losing her. Half way to Bill’s place we got caught up in a snarl up at a busy junction, two cars had come together in the middle of the road and the respective drivers were remonstrating with each other. I could hear Wendy muttering obscenities under her breath, we eventually arrived about fifteen minutes late. Wendy impatiently jabbed at the bell and we stood gazing through the still stained glass waiting for the door to open. After what seemed like an age the door slowly opened and Sandy popped her head out and buzzed us in. She was wearing a dressing gown covering whatever she was or wasn’t wearing “Sorry we’re late” I said “we’ve already started” she interrupted and ushered us into the living room. Once inside Sandy discarded her robe, she was wearing a frilly little suspender belt edged in lilac, black stockings and killer heels, nothing else. Her lips were painted a deep red and her jet black hair tumbled over her shoulders. A woman, quite a bit younger than the rest of us was on all fours, her head bouncing up and down on Bill’s cock. She had very short blonde hair, blue eyes and a cute round face. Her back was arched and her scrawny arse pointed toward the ceiling revealing a pink puckered hole just above a shaved little pussy, her pert breasts jiggled as she moved. “This is Jackie” announced Sandy “and this is her partner Don”. Jackie came off Bill’s shaft just long enough to say “hi” before Bill pushed her head back onto his bulbous cock. Don sat naked on a swivel chair right behind Jackie, his semi erect cock lying across one thigh, he just nodded as he looked Wendy up and down. Not that Wendy was looking at him as she only had eyes for one person. Dave was lying naked on the settee his cock hard and showing the tell tale signs of red lipstick, Wendy smiled at him and removed her raincoat. The fishnets I had seen turned out to be part of a crotchless body stocking, a topless corset accentuated her hips and her nipples were already poking through the mesh. She wore no knickers and her arse swayed as she homed in on Dave. I quickly removed my clothes and sat on the chair I had used only a couple of days earlier. Don’s eyes followed Wendy and his cock began to stir. Bill began to hiss and groan as Jackie quickened the pace on his cock and then as if knowing the moment was right she got up and straddled him. I have to say it was impressive how what had appeared to be such a small pussy engulfed his big dick. Meanwhile Sandy had knelt in front of Don who had a tight hold on her hair as he roughly face fucked her. As I took all of this in I became aware that my own cock had become hard as I slowly massaged it. Wendy was now sitting on the edge of the settee, Dave was sucking her left nipple through the mesh of her body stocking whilst at least three fingers of one hand were pushing there way into her pussy. There was no way that her nipples could have recovered from the lashing they had last received from him so I wasn’t surprised to hear her whisper something in his ear. Dave stopped sucking but then to my amazement he took Wendy’s body stocking in both hands and ripped the top of it apart freeing both her tits. He then sank his teeth into her left breast and nipped and sucked hard on the nipple once again. Wendy bit on her lip as he moved onto her other tit and I noticed a wicked smile appear on Don’s face as he continued to face fuck Sandy whilst watching the action on the settee. Dave was now trying to thrust the whole of his hand up into Wendy’s pussy twisting it one way and then the other as her arse bucked up and down. It all looked rather brutal to me but her eyes were closed and it appeared that she was enjoying the exquisite pain he was subjecting her too. Bill gave out what had become his customary groan as he filled Jackie’s hole with his juice and then he slumped back onto the settee next to Wendy. Don pulled Sandy off his cock by her hair, his manhood stood glistening as he arched his back slightly to accentuate its girth. She new exactly what this meant as she turned around and presented her arse to him. He shuffled up behind her and penetrated her all the way up to his balls in one go. Jackie squealed with delight clapping her hands as Don continued to plough into Sandy’s hole. By now Dave was delving deeply into Wendy’s pussy with his fingers as his tongue danced across her clit. Next to him Bill was massaging her swollen right nipple between his finger and thumb causing her to wince each time he flicked at it. While this was going on Jackie was sat on the floor wiping Bill’s cum from her pussy with a wipe. She looked at me and said “ not many people like sloppy seconds” and with that she crawled over to me taking my aching member into her mouth. Don continued to roughly fuck Sandy, his buttocks clenching at each thrust. He looked at me and pointed to the table next to my chair. On it were some condoms, a tube of KY jelly and a large vibrator but instinctively I new what he wanted so I picked up the tube and reaching over Jackie’s bobbing head I handed it to him. Don pressed a large glob of the jelly onto two fingers and started to massage it into and around Sandy’s arsehole. He then tapped Jackie on the shoulder who stopped sucking me, looked at him and took the tube. She then lubricated her own arsehole showing her handy work to Don. Dave had noticed what was going on and stood up, I think that Wendy was expecting him to fuck her as she pulled her legs back until her knees were either side of her tits, her favourite position. Instead he walked over to the table and picked up the vibrator cleaning it with a wipe and then smearing its head with a generous amount of lube. In the meantime Bill had rolled onto the floor between Wendy’s thighs and started licking the juice oozing from her pussy. I wanked slowly wondering what would happen next, Dave knelt beside his brother and though their heads were blocking my view I realised exactly what was about to happen. Wendy gave out a load cry as the vibrator violated her arsehole. When Bill moved his head away I could see that Dave was pushing it into her virgin hole twisting it around as he did so. His brother then took over as Dave got up and stood on the settee. He then crouched down and plunged his massive cock into Wendy’s pussy. She moaned in pleasure as his dick stretched her hole whilst Bill pushed the vibrator even deeper into her arsehole, I looked away trying to take in what was happening to my wife. It seemed that this was a gathering where depravity new no bounds. Don’s thick cock was now deeply embedded in Sandy’s arsehole whilst Jackie cooed as Bill now mounted her from behind. Dave continued to plunge in and out of Wendy’s gaping pussy the vibrator still deep in her arsehole, her eyes rolled in ecstasy, and then he reached down and pulled the vibrator from her arse. A tiny amount of blood smeared its length as he removed it, proof that nobody had been there before. Then he withdrew from her pussy and holding his cock tightly in one hand forcefully pushed against my wife’s arsehole. Wendy struggled for a brief moment but he just let go of his cock and slapped her hard on the arse. He then re gripped his cock and pushed again. As if in slow motion the head of his cock slowly pushed through my wife’s sphincter and then with one last push he was in. Wendy stared at me for a moment her eyes wide and then she bit her lip and looked intently at Dave as he slowly started to fuck her up the arse. Don and Bill had exchanged not just partners but also holes as they continued to hammer each woman in turn. I sat on the floor in front of Sandy mesmerised by what was happening to my wife. By this time Bill was really struggling to keep up with Jackie as she bucked and squealed egging him on with shouts of come on …. Come on …. Come on … Come on. He slid off her lying on his back and breathing hard, but Jackie was having none of this, she simply straddled him and impaled herself once more on his cock. Don then pushed Jackie’s face into Bills heaving chest and pushed his cock into her arsehole. There were no squeals this time just a deep moan as the two big cocks plundered both her holes. Dave had now turned Wendy over, she was crouched on the edge of the settee her arse high in the air. She looked over her shoulder at him as once again he penetrated her by now gaping arsehole. Sandy moved up beside me and seeing the look in my eyes gently placed her hand on the side of my head to avert my gaze as Dave continued to ravish my wife. Then she whispered in my ear “ It’ll be OK just be patient” before sinking her pussy onto my cock. For the first time in over thirty years I felt the heat from another woman’s pussy enveloping my shaft but then a feeling of guilt began to filter through my mind. This disappeared almost as soon as it had begun as Wendy cried out in ecstasy once more as Dave shot his load deep into her arse, her face revealing a look of contentment as Dave nuzzled her neck. Don removed his cock from Jackie and stood up, he looked at Wendy lying half under Dave and tapped him on the shoulder massaging his dick whilst nodding towards her, Dave just waved him away. Then Jackie knelt in front of Don with her head back and said “come on”. Don gave Wendy one last look and then started to wank furiously over Jackie’s face, Bill got up and joined him. Sandy whispered to me that Jackie loved a Bukkake finish and so with that I joined in. Needless to say I was the first to cum but was quickly followed by the other two guys. Jackie eagerly licked the cum from her face and then headed toward the bathroom followed by the other two women, it was over. Once again we travelled home in silence, Wendy disappearing up the stairs as soon as we were inside. The following morning she came down rather gingerly “ got a sore arse” I said sarcastically. “ I’ve been trying to get in there for years and then you give it up to someone you’ve only known for five minutes” I continued. “I couldn’t stop him” she replied. “ Bollocks” I said. “ From were I was sitting you didn’t try very hard” not for the first time she just looked away. We bickered constantly for the rest of the weekend and then avoided each other whenever we could but by Thursday she had gone. I came home from work to find the house in darkness, a note on the mantle piece merely said “I’m sorry”. I ran upstairs into our bedroom, most of her things were missing. I didn’t need to think about were she had gone it was obvious. For the next few weeks I worried about what I might tell the kids, true they never came around much but they did speak to their mother on the phone. I didn’t think it would go down to well if I said “your mother has gone off with a tall guy with an eight inch dick”! So I made feeble excuses instead. It was now almost four weeks since she had left but in that time I never heard from her once. Not only that, nobody had phoned for her either not even Elaine. Then out of the blue the phone did ring, it was Bill. He said they were having a party the following night and would Wendy and I like to attend. I told him about Wendy and Dave and he said he thought that it was merely a case of me being the cuckhold and that Dave was Wendy’s bull. I asked if Dave was going and he said he was just about to ring him. He said that he hadn’t heard from him in a while which usually meant that he was banging someone new and now he knew who it was. He went on to say that Sandy’s step father had died and that is why there hadn’t been any meetings before now. I was tempted to ask him to phone me back if Wendy was going but in the end I just said “no thanks”. The next twenty four hours were pure hell, all I could think of was what would happen at Bill’s place if I wasn’t there. In the end I convinced myself that it wasn’t my problem but by eight o’clock the following evening I was as anxious as ever. In the end I put on my coat and went to the pub. I got back at eleven, a little worse for wear and went to bed. I tossed and turned for ages, different scenario’s playing through my mind but eventually I nodded off. The following morning I woke later than normal and with a mild hangover. I was in the kitchen brewing some strong coffee when I heard the key turn in the front door. When I went into the entrance hall Wendy was standing in the doorway her suitcase beside her. Immediately two thoughts raced through my mind, was she here for the rest of her things or was she coming home. “ Come for the rest of your stuff have you” I said. She seemed to hesitate for a moment and then she said “ No”. “Oh, he’s kicked you out then” I replied. Once again she hesitated “Not exactly”. “Well, either he has or he hasn’t”. I replied sarcastically. “Look” she said “can we talk about this sensibly”. “ sensibly” I repeated “ It’s a pity you weren’t sensible a month ago”. She picked up her suitcase and turned to walk out, my resolve must have lasted all of five nano seconds, “ OK” I said “ You’ve got ten minutes”. She put her case down in the hall and walked into the kitchen. “Well” I said “what do you want, a divorce maybe?”. She looked at me her big beautiful eyes boring into me. I sighed and said “I want to know it all, every sordid detail”. “ First week was just like being on honeymoon” she said. “ He fucked me about three times a day, he even had me in work a couple of times, once in a store cupboard and one lunchtime in the back of his car in the car park”. “ These places have CCTV you know” I said, “word could get out that your not the respectable woman they think you are. In the car park eh, just like the night before our wedding”. She looked at me and said “God, your sad you know, fancy bringing that up from all those years ago, and in any case nothing happened. His car got stuck in a pothole, you know what it was like at the side of the youth club. I got out to push and slipped, I tore my blouse on the back bumper and ripped my tights”. “Oh yes” I said “I remember that it was pitch black round there late at night and anyway who’s idea was it to go there in the first place, he whoever he was wouldn’t have known about it otherwise he wouldn’t have got stuck”. No, as I’ve always suspected it was your idea and you were going to let him fuck you weren’t you”. “ This is ridiculous” she said, “It was my last night as a single girl”. “ A budding whore even then” I replied. “It’s a wonder it has taken this long to surface again, anyway, carry on”. “Well” she said, “things settled down a bit and then last Friday I told him that I was going to Elaine’s for dinner and that I would be back around eight. When I got back I found him in bed with Joan”. “Ah, the fat arsed tart from reception” I replied. “So what did you do?” “I turned to walk out but he shouted after me that if I left now I needn’t bother coming back. I hesitated for a moment and then he told me to get my kit off and join them, so I did.” “What happened”. “Well he fucked both of us, god he’s got staying power”, She said. “And then” She lowered her head slightly “ He shot his load up Joan and made me lick her out”. “Oh great” I said “Your into pussy now as well”. “ I had no choice” she protested. “ Of course you had a choice” I said. “ So you’ve tasted his cum as well, you wouldn’t have anything to do with mine”. She lowered her gaze and said, “ He made me blow him the first night that I was with him”. “ I can’t believe this, I’ve always wanted you as a slut wife and here you are giving everything to a man you’ve only known for five minutes”. I take it that there must be more otherwise you wouldn’t be here now, so what happened”. “ Dave got a call from Bill inviting him to a party”. “I know” I said “he phoned me first asking if we’d like to attend, he didn’t know that you’d moved in with Dave. When I told him, he said that he thought that he must be shagging someone new because he hadn’t heard from him in a while. I assume you went then”. “ Yes” she replied. “Bloody hell Wendy” I said, “ I can’t even begin to think what they did to you”. “Everything actually” was her reply. “ So that’s why your back is it”. “No” she said. “ Well why then”. “ I’ll get there in a minute” she said. “We were getting ready to go, I was in my undies trying to decide what to wear. Dave looked at me and said that I should just loose the bra and thong and put my coat on. I knew straight away that he was going to whore me out for the night, it excited me and I started to get moist just thinking about it. When we got there, Sandy was coming down the path, she said that her mother was upset and that she was going to sit with her”. “Sandy’s step father died about three weeks ago” I said. “Oh, I didn’t know that, anyway, she also said that Jackie was unwell and wouldn’t be coming either”. She must have seen the look on Dave’s face and quickly added that reinforcements had been called in and then off she went. When we got inside Don was there with another man and a young girl, Bill introduced them as John and Mandy. John was stocky with cropped hair, he was heavily tattooed and had a couple of piercings. I later found out that his cock was pierced as well, he looked like he was in his mid twenties. Mandy said that she was nineteen but looked younger which bothered me slightly. She was a skinny little thing in jeans and a tea shirt, there was a half bottle of vodka on the table and Bill had a porno playing on the TV. I have to admit that the whole thing looked seedy but by now I was getting really wet. Mandy took another shot of vodka, she looked nervous. Don said that it was her first time with more than one guy but that there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do”. “ Didn’t you think of getting out of there” I said. “ I was practically naked under my coat so what do you think. You’ve as good as said it yourself, I’m a different woman since Tenerife”. Don said lets not keep the ladies waiting so John yanked off Mandy’s tea shirt. She had no tits to speak of but two chunky nipples started to engorge as Don pulled down her jeans. Within seconds all three guys were naked with their cocks starting to stir. Dave got behind me and almost ripped my coat off and said “ Fill yer boots guys”. Bill and John got to work on me while Dave and Don had Mandy. I needn’t have worried about Mandy you should have seen her sucking Dave’s cock. As before Bill was finger fucking me almost before I could blink while John wanked himself for a minute and then pushed my head down onto his cock. It was strange at first because I could feel the metal from his piercing rubbing against my teeth. When John let me come up for air I could see that Mandy was being spit roasted by Dave and Don. John then bent me over the settee and started to fuck me while Bill pushed his big ugly cock into my mouth, I remember it tasted salty. By now Dave and Don had changed positions and Mandy was whimpering as Dave gave her the whole eight inches. Bill was telling me to suck harder on his cock as John continued to hammer my pussy. Then John shot his load and I moaned as a tiny orgasm fluttered through me. Bill continued to fuck my mouth while John sat back on the settee encouraging Dave to fuck Mandy even harder. Then amazingly John started to get dressed telling Dave to get on with it as they had to go! Well, Don pulled out of her mouth and Dave picked her up with his cock still inside of her. He got her on the floor on her back and just ripped into her, she was almost screaming as he pumped a load into her. When he’d rolled off, Mandy picked up her things and went into the bathroom. Bill took his cock from my mouth and sat back with his hands behind his head. I got up and followed Mandy. She was sitting on the toilet with the door open having a pee and wiping Dave’s cum out of her pussy. “Are you Dave’s wife” she asked “ No” I replied “ It’s just that your wearing a wedding ring” she said. “ He’s my fuck buddy”. “Oh” she said. “God your lucky, he made me cum you know” He makes all the girls cum” I said. “ I’m glad I didn’t have to fuck with the old guy though” she said “ his cock looks horrible” then she laughed. I asked Mandy if she was John’s girlfriend and couldn’t believe it when she told me that actually she was his girlfriends’ younger sister. I quickly changed the subject and asked her if she would be coming again. “Oh yes” she said and she slipped on her things and left. When I came out of the bathroom the three guys were sitting on the settee, Bill and Don were massaging their cocks while Dave just sat there. “ Ding ding, round two” he said and moved over to a chair. Bill and Don stood either side of me waving their cocks in my face each with a hand rubbing my tits. I sucked each of them in turn while I wanked the other until they were both rock hard. Don then took my face in both hands and face fucked me until I gagged on his cock while Bill fingered my arse and pussy. Then Don pushed me back onto the settee splayed my legs and began to fuck me hard. Bill sat at the side of me wanking his cock whilst sucking and biting my right nipple as he did so. I could feel another tremor coming but Don pulled out and offered me to Bill who sat back and got me to straddle him. I impaled myself on his fat cock and started bouncing up and down on it. He grunted and groaned at each stroke as he pulled my arse cheeks apart and pushed deeper. I could feel a finger probing my arsehole and all at once I knew what was coming next. I felt a hand pushing on my back and Bill slid further down the settee until my tits were in his face. He stopped pumping me as I felt Dons cock probing around my arsehole. I felt a sharp pain as Don penetrated me and then both guys rhythmically fucked both my holes. Eventually Don pulled out while Bill humped me until he groaned and filled my pussy with his cum. Without waiting or asking Don pulled me onto my back again but this time he fucked me alternating between my arsehole and pussy. By now I was in the throes of a multiple orgasm when he pulled out of my arse for the last time and sprayed his cum over my belly. When I came out of the bathroom all of the guys were now dressed, Bill produced one of Sandy’s dressing gowns. “ Come on lets cover you up” he said as he helped me put it on. Funny isn’t it, they violate you in every way imaginable but afterwards you are treated with respect. It’s only a short drive back to Dave’s place and on the way I mentioned to Dave that young Mandy had enjoyed his cock. “ It runs in the family” he said, “John brings Clair his girlfriend sometimes though she’s a bit of a heffer. Bill says he’s sure that Don brought the mother around once as well”. When we got back I couldn’t find the key that Dave had given me but he quickly opened the door himself. The lamp was on in the living area though I was sure it wasn’t when we left earlier, it was then that I noticed Joan lounging on the bed settee. I turned to go to the bathroom but Dave blocked my way, “oh no you don’t” he said “come on lets show Joan what you’ve been up to” and with that he took off my coat revealing my nakedness. “God your one dirty bitch Wendy” she said “and I thought you were a respectable married woman” then she laughed. I protested that I needed the toilet but Dave had already pulled out the bed and Joan was quickly stripping off. “I want Joan to smell the sex on you”. He pushed me onto the bed holding my legs wide apart “ look Joan” he said “ three different cocks have been in that hole tonight” and with that he pushed Joan’s face into my pussy. She started to lick me, sucking on my lips “don’t forget the arsehole” he said “there’s one been in there as well”. Joan just shouted “Wendy” and licked around my still dilated hole. Once again he fucked both of us until the early hours, he even took Joan up the arse for what she claims was her first time, then he made me suck his cock straight from her arsehole, fortunately it didn’t taste of anything if you know what I mean. I got up first this morning and went into the kitchen to make us all some tea and when I went back into the living room he was fucking her again, I have to admit I started getting wet just watching them but I knew it was all over. Once we’d had breakfast got showered and tidied up Dave said that he was going to run Joan home and that he would see me later. I looked around but couldn’t find the spare key so I packed up my things and here I am. “Wow” I said “that’s a lot to take in. I’m not so bothered about you fucking other blokes after all it was my idea in the first place but what hurts the most is the way you threw yourself at Dave and the fact that you left me for him. Worse than that is that you gave so quickly to him and other men what you have denied me all these years. I always new there was a slut inside you but it seems it took another guy to bring it out”. “Listen” she said “ I can’t begin to say how sorry I am and for what it’s worth, I’ve already handed my notice in at work, I’m leaving on Friday”, “why’s that?” I asked. “Well, when he dumps Joan and he will, she’s the type to start mouthing off and I don’t want to be around when that happens and anyway I’ve got to wean myself off him, it will remove the temptation.” Once more I looked into her eyes and said “ I don’t mind you fucking him just as long as I’m around when it happens, oh, and you’d better book yourself into the STD clinic, just to be on the safe side”. “I already have” she said “Monday after work”. “Ok” I said “ lets just take things slowly for now, I’ll move into the spare room for the time being, I don’t want to catch anything”! We both laughed. We spent the next few days just getting used to being around each other again. On Wednesday Wendy got the all clear from the clinic, and told me that in future she would have regular monthly check ups. Friday arrived and as she was leaving for her last day at work she told me that she would be going out with some friends for a meal and a few drinks and “no” Dave would not be there. At about ten that evening I heard her coming in, I waited expecting to hear a man’s voice but she just popped her head around the door and said “I’ll be down in a minute”. I could hear her heels click clacking around on the wooden floor upstairs and then she called “can you help me with this please Jim”. I went up the stairs and stood at the bedroom door, she was crouched on the edge of the bed wearing just hold ups and heals, her magnificent arse in the air. Both hands were holding her arse cheeks apart revealing her puckered arsehole., “do you like it” she said looking over her shoulder at me “the lube is in my top drawer”. Publication Date: November 26th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-podgeman

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Deb Harman A Passionate Light (A Sensual Romance Poetry Story) sensual/fantasy/romance Verse 1 The light of brightnes of the sun beaming down to a day of joy in the tango flight   hands of love rejoice in the spirit of heart and romance of life by the opened praise in the presence of faith gloried   true by soul wings of grace are fluttering in beauty over the sea of surface truly by the destiny of passionate embraces by lovers of day     Worship by the triangles seductional of laces of silk de-satin intimacy is composed     wings folding of flutter of white and black by syncing romance kissing with feeling the arch angels man and woman   tango by the bed of coves bowers of sea of surface lilies tranquility moving so touching in hands of bounding of   love beat de-latin     Feelling with such devotion of intrigue in narrative songs allure clarity is heavenly   deep in the wine of milking of cream of gleam light in kindle search entwined wings white and black dance in   connection of the beat control in the earthy of the sun of warmth cove bowers by tango de- fantasy rejoice of the melody in the summer of surface of water de-pure .   Verse 2 with their sweet of harmony of victory in loving serenade song of lust   tango with illusion in earth of sun golden soil of surface hearth wings white and black angels man and woman   shade kissing the exploring bond of their bodies by light sun realm truly they are gorgeous in song together by   humming cascade       faith they truly flight in the slight of lucid of milk dripping milky cream realm     to the earthy of wings tango of sea surface milkway -o-divine by the bed of white lilies garden of waves so dainty   of beauty kindred wings white and black lovers compound sun supreme circling the light of hands of love rejoice   blessing is song dancing     magical is the wind of cove bowers breezing in all their ecstasy by love circles   of the purity of mystique of love unison of power of solace strength arch angels man black wings by woman   white wings tango kissing in devouring by milk of cream dripping sunlight's dream souls of love in nakedness by   all glory of light of divinity fantasy   Song is harmony divine by cove bowers sea garden of surface of hands rejoice     Arch angels man and woman in true hands of one song legacy tango is milk in summer's season of milky sun of     yellow wings in flight to soar in each by the kiss of circles magic passion is the powered force of the heart of     simple -o- ace Verse 3  as their day of light is nearly dusk by the musk of the sky dance the tango   clouds start drift over the sun by cove bowers sea surface of garden bed white lilies of deep of courage by love   mirage joy wings of white and wings of black embracing tango taking the emotion into the night by wings   connected key    to one last circle of the moonlight of stars twilight array to radiance trinity   by the garden bed of white lilies of sea surface milky drip as arch angels black and white wings drink it in tango   kissing in the milk of white cream by moonlight beam song is harmony of midnight eleven as wings embrace fold   ray                                     by the sleep of cuddled of tight bond by the love's light                                                                 dreamy by star    to the crest of the next morning rise by cove bowers sea surface wings of black and white tango forever in     the purity of lush in the garden by white lilies waves of serenity fold in peace by the passionate of their                                                 song they danced the tango of light     The Passionate Light ( A Sensual /Romance Poetry Story )©By Deb Harman 25/11/14   Publication Date: November 25th 2014 https://www.bookrix.com/-px6371db014e535

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ladypixie The Goddess of Sex Megan Brooks Chapter 1 - The hot blond chick OH YES RIGHT THERE FUCK ME HARDER... screamed strange small voice coming from the bedroom. What the fuck is going on in here I screamed at my boyfriend Johnny as he is fucking this skinny blond beauty in front of me. He grins at me. Causing my anger to melt away. Moving closer dropping my flower dress to the floor. Now only in my black wet panties standing in front of her pretty little face. Grabbing her hair pulling towards my flat stomach. She immediately starts licking and kissing my stomach. A light moan escape my lips. Sending tingles down my spine. She quickly remove my panties her fingers explore my wet honey hole in and out finger fucking my pussy. Oh yes more please I beg. Taking out slender fingers licking the my sweet juice off her finger with impish grin spreads across beautiful face. Johnny stops and moves away letting us continue playing with each other. Johnny grabs the video camera recording us before coming back to join in again. By this time she was licking and sucking my pussy lips. Her tongue push inside tickling my pussy walls. Causing my juices to pouring into her awaiting mouth.Johnny started sucking and biting on my nipples. The door opens another guy comes in moving closer to us. Joining in on fun his hands move over her body. His hard manhood enter willing wet pussy throbbing inside her. Causing her to moan with hot pleasure. I move away watching as two guy enter ass hole and pussy hole. Their movement fast hard had her screaming in complete pleasure. Watching her being fucked. I started playing with my pussy fingering in it deep inside me. I was about climax when Johnny and Matt move over to fuck me at last. I had two huge cock inside throbbing and in and out. perfect pleasure washed over my entire body. We all came together leaving us gasping for air. ***** Morgan woke up in a strange bed chained to the bed posted. The lights were dim, Soft music played in the background. She tried to speak but she found she was gag. Two dark figures walk in the doorway but didn't enter the room. She could barely see but she saw one of them walked in and now beside her. She could feel their hot breath near her ear. A soft female voice whispered in her ear. My pet I am not finish with you just yet. she purred at her. She was push herself against me. I could nakedness of her body. I was become aroused and wanting more.. of what i thought? Her kisses was short and hot trailing down neck to my 36 dd breast. Her tongue encircle my nipple causing it to become hard. She was sucking on my right nipple as she pinch my left. I light moan in pleasure. Her light voice whispered into my ear again. Yes my pet sing to me. she replied. Moving down past my belly button. Her soft hands moved across my breast and stomach. Her touch made my skin feel if it is on fire. I was burning hot with desire. Her finger enter my wet pussy as her tongue play with my clitoris. Oh Yes More.. I AM GOING TO CUM. I screamed out. Causing her to work faster. My sweet juices fulled her willing mouth. She looked up at me. Her deep gray blue eyes sparkle with mischief. I felt another hand over my breast. These were rougher then her. They moved more greedily grope my titties hard causing me a little pain. It made me a little bit uncomfortable. His hands went to my hair. He grab all of it pulling me closer to his enormous hard cock waiting to suck on. I licked my lips before taking him into my mouth. swirling my tongue around his hard shaft. Causing him to moan out I know he was pleased. He kept pushing my head down on to his cock. His cock was deep into my throat. causing me to gag but I couldn't stop sucking his hard cock. Forgetting She was still here licking and sucking my honey hole until she push a large purple dildo into my wet pussy. the vibrator humming as she push it in and out fucking me hard with it. I was cumming nonstop. He came into my mouth force me to swallow all of his cum. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. His cock grows back hard. Ready to play some more. She moves out of his way. I heard her say Yes Master before she walk out of the room. His mushroom head tickles my pussy walls causing to cum some more. I gasp out More I want more.. Dirty little slut you are my pet. he said with a light chuckle. His dark green eyes was staring down at me with full of desire and lust. His lip bruised mine. Kissing hungrily his mouth push it way into my mouth fight with mine. His dick throbbing inside as he pumps in and out. Our rhythm started slow but gaining speed. Arching my back moan out loud Oh please fuck me hard.. harder.. harder.. I yelled. She walks in with a whip and collar. she watching us with plain envy written across her beautiful face. Her eyes flash with heated desire. licking her moist lips before coming over to me. Placing the collar around my neck and adding a leash handing it over to our master. He pulls the leash causing to sit up. Now on top of him riding him hard letting my hair fall over my shoulder. She come behind whips my back give me pain with pleasure. I scream Please no more, I fall on his chest bearing my face as his dick slam into my pussy causing to have another orgasm. She continues to whip my back. she moves closer I could feel some hard on my lower back. I reach around to feel what it was. I could tell it was a strap on. Her fingers were playing with my asshole. In and out she fucked my anal hole. It feel good to have both holes fulled. It was nice a moist now so she could enter the strap on. she push in a sharp pain hits my gut. but she kept push her way in until it was all the way in. Her hips moves rapidly to keep up with his. Oh god this feels so good. Please don't stop I want more.. give me more... I called out. finally he was ready for his release. He didn't remove his cock from my pussy. I could felt his cum inside of me. Smiling stupidly in the dark. I felt completely totally happy. My eyes grew heavy falling asleep with my two new lovers arms. Chapter 2 - New neigbhors Waking up to the smell of coffee fulls the room. My eyes immediately opened I look around the bed to find it empty only me. I sigh laying my head back on the soft pillow. Thinking about last night. Oh god I love it fucking that pretty little blond was exquisite. Licking my full lips from thinking about her. I don't know what Johnny has done with her. I was sleeping too good to be bother at the time she left with him. Johnny walked into the room. He face was bright and happy. Good morning my little slut did you sleep well? He asked with shitty grin on his handsome face. Yes I did master I said smiling up at him. Handed me my coffee cup. Well get dress and we will go out for some lunch. What I slept in what time is it master? I asked. It twelve a clock in the afternoon my sexy minx now get that sexy ass out of bed now. Go wash up and get dress he said for walking back out of the room. leaving me to get up and shower before walks back to give me my clothes. He keeps all of my clothes locked away in his room. Hot water hits my soft skin. Hmm.. this feel so good My body is so sore from fucking so much last night. Megan GOD DAMN IT GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE SHOWER NOW!! johnny yelled from downstairs. I am coming Master I yelled back down to him. Turning off the water stepping out of the shower. Where she was chain to the bathroom sink sleeping. Moving closer to her gently touching her face. She cringe back from my touch. Tears falls from her big brown eyes. Shhhhhh.. Do you want him to come up here I asked her. She shook her head no. Be a good girl and went I come back I will play with you. She had a small smile on her face. ~~~~~~~~ I went downstairs into the living girls fucking their johns all over the places. I just watching one getting creamed in the face. She moves over to her next willing customer who was hard as a rock. Her mouth moved gracefully down and up his huge shaft causing him to moan and groan in complete pleasure. My white laces panties was getting wetter by the seconds. Johnny huge hand grabs my shoulder pulling me away from their acts of passion. Looking back one last time before heading out the door into daylight. Today we will scouted out new talent Megan johnny said talking more to himself then me. I just nod so he will thinks I'm listening as I head to the car. Backing out the driveway a moving truck stops us. Johnny begin to cuss. Then a red mustang pull into the driveway next to our house. Four young girls in their late teens or early twenty got out of the car. Johnny scanned them from head to toe. Picking out the ones he will turn into his personal sex slave. My mouth watered at new fresh meat on our block. Johnny flash a sexy smile towards the girls waving them over to us. His pull the car up little bit more and puts in parked before climbing out of the car. Slamming the door shut. I just sat in the car watched him sweet talk and flirt with the new neighbors. Placing my hands on my lap. Waiting quietly for him to return. The red head chick walk up to the car. She had nice pair titties. She had a beautiful face and smile. She bend down says hello My name is Ariel. How are you she said sweetly to me. I grin up at Her and said hello My name is Megan. Her light green eyes bore into mine before she turn around walk away back to the group of girls gather around Johnny. Her hands move more boldly towards Johnny arms. She was stroking his arms as she lend into him whispering in his ear. But she was still staring my way. My breath became quick I could clearly see she was talking about me. Rubbing her huge titties on his chest. The another girls looked at her like she was a sexy goddess or something. As if she was controlling him. He glances my way then back at her. He gave a nod for her answer. She beamed up at him before turning around walking to the house with her poses close at her heels like her sex slave maybe? I wondered silently to myself. Johnny walks over opening my door pulling me out of the car. Go inside a get sexy now bitch he slaps my ass pushing me towards the door. ~~~~~ My heart is racing what the french is going now? why does he want me.. Trying to figure what is going to happen next... Running back into the house upstairs I go into his bedroom with permission. Looking into the closet to find a new sexy outfit to wear. I found a sexy silks dark blue top with dark blue thong with flowers on each side of my slender hips. Then walking to the bedroom to fix my messy hair and make-up. When Johnny walks in Wow Megan you look lovely my slut. He said rubbing his crotch with his right hand. His left reaching for his video camera. Lets go next door now handed me a jacket to cover myself up for the walk over. Chapter 3 - Red hot We was all so at the door, it immediately open with petite black hair with huge brown eyes girl who was greeted us. Hello you may come in she waved me in. She stop Johnny from enter the house. Looking him from head to toe licking her full lips. She whisper something in his ear before shutting the door in his handsome face. She turn around to me. Ripping my jacket from my body. She didn't speak the whole time. She hands were ice cold touching my 23 dd breasts. My skin felt if I was on fire. She ripped off all of my clothes. I was shocked she was that strong. Alice come to find out is her name. Alice Is Megan here yet? someone called from the bedroom. She replied Yes mistress she is. Come with me please she waved me around towards the living room. Walking down the short hallway it was too dark to see but at the end there was some light. finally walking into the living to see Ariel laying down with another girls. the another eat each other pussy. AS Ariel was playing with own pussy. Strap on and all types of vibrators were laying around the bed. She was looking at me with such hunger in her eyes. I could feel heated from her long graze. I was like in a trance walking over more quickly. I wanted to feel those elegant soft hands on my body. Another girls moved in closer to us. Stop what they were doing went i first got here. All their attention was on me and Ariel. She flash me a beautiful smile before landing a hard kiss on my lips. She pushed me down onto the bed. Alice, Emma, Misty hands move across my naked body. I was soaking wet. Alice was down sucking and fingering my pussy. Emma was eating out my ass hole tonguing it as well. Ariel put on a strap on grab all of my hair forcing the hot pink dildo into my mouth and down my throat. Causing me to gag. Ariel hips moving rapidly has she fucks my mouth with her strap on. Alice grabs a huge purple dildo and ramp into my pussy. Slowly moving it in and out of my wet cunt. Moving her tongue rapidly on my clitoris causing me to pour my sticky juices on her face. She push it in so deep vibrating my pussy walls. Misty put another strap on lubes it up then comes to my asshole pushing it in. Pure pain shot up my spine replaced my pleasure for a minute or two. Has she pumps my anal. Emma moves over towards Ariel ass she quickly put her mouth Ariel anal. Ariel purrs with pleasure gently remove her hands from my rat nest hair.Ariel is still watching me getting fucked by her dolls. She calls them. She grabs Emma's hair pulling her up to her face. They started kissing passionately. Their hands moved hungrily over each other bodies. Ariel stops tell her to bend over. She ramps moist pink cock into Emma's soaked pussy hole. Emma's cried becomes louder. Please more Harder harder FUCK ME Harder ARIEL. her voice became weak... Watching them fucking next to me. Now having two of my holes filled with fake cocks. My own moans out shines hers. Ariel command everyone to cum... A knock on the door stops our fun. Johnny walks into with three more guys and chairs. Their cocks hung down to the floor. Ariel command us to get on our knees and suck their dick. We dropped to our knees putting Matt cock into my mouth and started sucking. His cock become rock hard in my mouth. He lets out a deep groan as he pushes my head down so his cock could be deeper in my throat causing me to gag some more before letting me take his cock out of my mouth. Now he sit down on the chair so I could ride him. My pussy was soaked as I lowered myself onto his cock. Fucking his brains out if he Had anything in the first place. At first I didn't notices Her. Morgan the girl who was locked up in my bathroom. Standing over there with Johnny watching me get fucked by Johnny's best friend. She looked if she was being tortured as she watched us. I looked around the small room at Alice, Emma and Misty riding their guys as well. Ariel is video taping the whole time as she is fingering her own pussy. Johnny push Morgan forward towards Ariel. Morgan smiles weakly at Ariel. Ariel pushes her down on her knees and tells her to eat her out. Morgan nods and being to work her tongue on Ariel pussy lips. Another hours goes by we Finally finish Our acts of pleasure. I had cum in my hair and all over my body. I am ready to go take a shower. Looking at Johnny to see if he is ready to go home. He curls a belief nod my way walks out the bedroom door towards the front door. Smiling to myself what a day I thought. Wrapping my arm around Morgan to take sure she follows. Chapter 4 street walker Beep beep.. my alarm is going off. I throw my pillow towards the alarm clock. Not wanting to get out of bed after the party we have about three hours ago. Morgan holding my right arm sleeping like a baby. Gently pushing her awake. Her small eyes opened immediately somewhat scared to see if it was me or johnny waking her. to her relief she saw it was me. Hey now it only me Hun please don't worry just yet the night still young. I replied to her. She just nod her head not knowing what i meant by that. Publication Date: January 19th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-ladypixie

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Renier Laroche Sleeping Forest taste of poison "That's too big!" Sarah squealed as Xavier playfully held up a large black dildo. "What? I thought you would enjoy that one," he joked, smiling devilishly at her. "Stop, I brought you here to help, not distract me from my mission," she scolded. Hand in hand, they walked up and down the aisles of the ritzy New York sex shop. Bright overhead lights illuminated the shiny polished floors and rows upon rows of tantalizing sex contraptions. Xavier stopped in his tracks and eyed a deadly pair of strappy black stilettos with a six-inch heel. "Not tonight," Sarah whispered in his ear. Pulling him down the aisles until she finally encountered what she was in search of, a vibrator. The possibilities were infinite, and she was both frustrated and excited at the selection. They decided to divide and conquer, each starting on opposite ends, picking the devices that caught their attention. Sarah turned to Xavier with one small and one large box in each hand, "I'm torn between these two." He laughed, "Well I think you need these four," he motioned to the armful of boxes he carried. "Oh, no. That's far too many," Sarah protested. "I'm only going home with one." "Don't be ridiculous. You have no idea what you're going to enjoy. Look, this one simulates your g spot," Xavier said while holding up a small pink box. "And this one, well this one sucks your clit, and we all know your feelings on that," he grinned. "Oh," she gasped. "Well, how could I not try that. You'll be sorry," she said eyeing Xavier. "You're the one who has to use them all on me tonight," she coyly smiled. "ALL of them?" he stopped in his tracks. "Yes, ALL. It was you who insisted on six. Who knows what I'll enjoy," she said mocking his voice. Sarah took her bounty to the register and paid for her new treasures. Carefully tucking the sales receipt into her purse, she dumped the two sizeable white shopping bags and her oversized gold tote into Xavier's arms. "Take these and let's find a cab. I'm too excited to wait a minute longer," she purred. As they stood on the city street, Xavier struggled to hail a cab and manage all the bags. Sarah tapped her shiny black heels on the curb, watching in pleasure while he labored over the task. Once situated in the cab, she entangled her legs in his and Xavier leaned into her. Lightly pressing his lips onto hers, he traced the edges of her inner thighs and tucked his fingers underneath the hem of her skirt. Kissing Sarah deeply this time, he pushed aside her black lace thong, and his fingers glided over her wet heat. "Oh," he moaned in her ear. "You really are excited." They were at a point in their relationship where words were no longer necessary, she ran her fingers through his hair and passionately kissed him. He knew exactly how badly she wanted him. Stroking her wetness a bit faster, she knew his need for her was just as intense. Steam crept up the back windows as their bodies fervently moved together. The car halted to a stopped as they reached their destination. The cab driver looked at the two lovers entwined on his back seat and smiled. Sarah adjusted her skirt and hopped out of the car, leaving Xavier to pay the cab and wrangle the bags. As she stared at her reflection in the store window in front of her, she could see her lips had turned a beautiful crimson shade from their lascivious car ride. She unlocked the door to her apartment and undressed as she walked to her bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind her. No need for their regular tango of two lovers undressing one another, they had business to tend to tonight. Xavier followed behind, dumping the contents of the bags onto the bed. As he began to pull off his clothes, Sarah stopped him, "No need to undress. Tonight is MY night and my night alone. IF I deem your job well done, I'll consider rewarding you." She barked the command at him, ensuring there was no room for negotiations. Naked and kneeling on her bed, she systematically placed in order the devices she wanted to try. She set down the purple dildo he had chosen for her as the first one to be tested. She had doubts over its ability to make her cum hard and opted to have the leopard print suction be last because of her high hopes of its capabilities. "I'm ready for you to begin!" she called out to Xavier. Xavier entered the room, and Sarah was naked and sprawled in bed against a mound of white pillows. She looked like the x rated version of the venus on the half shell. Her head was tilted back causing her blonde hair to cascade and encircle her face, while long creamy legs were splayed open, leaving no ambiguity over what she was after. "I've ordered the toys in terms of my expectations. Start with the purple one and end with the leopard. I'm sure you're aware, but let me be clear. Your reward is based on how many times I can cum. Anything less than three will lead me to believe that you're not even trying and slackers get punishments, not rewards. What a disappointment you'll be to me if you don't bother to put your full effort into it and have to spend the rest of the evening licking those sex toys clean." "That won't happen," Xavier said. "I'm here to serve you in every way," as he bent over her body, face so close to her heat he could just about run his tongue over her. "No!" she shouted, pushing him away "You don't deserve a taste just yet." "But, I wanted to make sure you were wet enough," he protested. "I have other ideas for that. Put that dildo in your mouth and suck on it," she ordered, prodding at him with her toes. Xavier hesitated for a moment but brought the large dildo up to his mouth and ran his tongue unwillingly over the outer edges. "Really?!" Sarah protested "That's just pathetic. Make that dildo cum. Treat it just the way I treat you." Again Xavier brought the purple plastic dick to his mouth, this time inserting it in and sucking on it hard. "So, do you like sucking dick?" she asked smiling. Xavier just nodded his head. "Good, now stop enjoying yourself and allow me my turn." Kneeling between her open legs, he inserted the plastic dildo into her and hit the vibration button. The thing immediately buzzed to life, and Sarah started to moan. They tried toy after toy, Sarah screaming in pleasure as Xavier made her cum each and every time. The line up of gadgets dwindled down to just one, and it was time she had some fun. Sarah noticed Xavier's rock hard dick protruding from his pants. She knew he loved every minute of watching her orgasm and took pride in the fact that he had done most of the work. Now, Sarah was going to flip the switch and make him wild. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face. "I'm done with you now," she ordered. "You can go sit over there," she pointed at a reading chair in the corner of her room. "I plan on doing this last one alone. Consider it a reward that I will allow you to watch me pleasure myself." She took her time, allowing Xavier's eyes to follow her every movement. Legs spread wide, she carefully placed the small toy on her clit and hit the power button. The machine came to life and blew her mind. Sarah loved the real-life sensation of oral sex and this was about as close as you could get to it. As the little toy sucked harder and harder she could feel herself plunging over the edge. Xavier couldn't peel his eyes away from her. Never in his life had a woman masturbated in front of him and it brought him to the brink of his own ecstasy. She screamed in pleasure as her wetness dripped down her leg and her free hand glided over her body. Turning onto her stomach, Sarah lay there in a state of pure bliss. Xavier came into bed behind her and rubbed his erect cock along her leg. Oh, she hadn't forgotten him. For a moment she entertained the idea of allowing him to enter her. She denied his subtle request by turning off the lights and ignoring him. "Thank you for a wonderful night," Sarah whispered as turned to face him so she could press her lips to his. Their bodies fully touched, his finding each of her curves and melting into them. Sarah kissed him deeply one more time before turning over and falling asleep.  As she snuggled under the covers, she called over her shoulder, "Feel free to use one of my new toys if you get desperate." Xavier laid there, dick pulsating with need as Sarah's naked body relaxed with the sweet feeling of release.  In the morning, Xavier woke to the beginning rays of the sun shining through the blinds. He reached over to run his hands down Sarah's body and found the bed to be empty. On her pillow, was a note in her handwriting: "These toys made last night far too easy for you.  Please return all of them.  Bag is on the counter with receipt.  -S  P.S. I suggest you lick them clean. Dirty used sex toys might be difficult to return." Mistress Abella  Even though the last few days had been the most miserable, anxious days of his life he found that once he had gotten to the waiting room he had become eerily calm. He felt like he had accepted his fate, and now that his former life was over, he had nothing left to be anxious about. A brown haired woman with a clipboard called his name from behind the desk, and he stood and followed her into a room that resembled a doctor's office.  "So your doctor records and birth certificate check out, so you're all ready to go." She handed him the clipboard. "When you're ready, sign the bottom line, but keep in mind that once you do, you are signing away your rights as a human being, and you can't take it back."  Perplexed by the calm, collected manner in which he did so, he neatly wrote his name at the bottom of the paper, under a block of fine black text. The woman smiled as he did so. "Please remove all your clothing and follow me". He took off shoes, socks, pants and shirt, but hesitated, just for a moment, before removing his boxers. He shyly removed his last article of clothing, and as he did he noticed the woman staring straight at his cock. He reminded himself that she wasn't a doctor, and he didn't have any right to complain anymore. He followed her into the adjacent room, where he was greeted by a white, empty room. The woman left, locking the door behind her, and came back with a camera.  "Ok, smile".  She took a picture of his face. "Ok, open your mouth." She took another picture. Then, she took a step back and took another picture, of his entire nude body. "Okay, turn around and touch your toes".  He did so. "Okay, follow me." He took her to a prison cell, with nothing in it besides a bed with a mattress but no sheet. He stepped inside and she closed the barred door behind him. "So, as I'm sure you already know, your auction is live online now, and will end in 24 hours." She left him in his cell, cold and naked.  24 hours later he heard the familiar sound of high heels clicking on the tile floor. He wondered if she was bringing him food. He hadn't liked the prison food they served him, nor had he liked being hosed down that morning. The woman came and unlocked his cell door.  "Have I been purchased?" She ignored the question. "Follow me".  They walked down the hallway and into an open room. In it was a large wooden crate, with holes drilled into the bottom. Without needing to be told, he layed down inside the crate. Another worker entered, and with the help of the woman zip ties were pushed through the holes and used to tightly fasten him to the bottom of the crate. The woman smiled at him one last time and then put the lid on the crate.  He felt the crate be picked up off the floor and transported into what he assumed was a truck. Eventually, the motion of the truck stopped, and he felt himself being turned to a standing position and felt the crate moved again.  The lid was removed and he was temporarily blinded. As he eyes adjusted to the light he found himself staring at a girl with brown hair, freckles, and a great body smiling at him. She was wearing a white t-shirt and running shorts. He recognised her from high school; her name was Isabella.  "Do you remember me?"  He nodded. "When I saw you go up for auction I just couldn't resist. I've always wanted to own someone that I knew." She said, smiling. She walked away from him to get a pair of scissors to cut him loose. He couldn't help but stare at her ass as she walked away, which was perfect: large and round but firm, and she had thick legs to match it. The rest of her was gorgeous as well: pale skin, freckles that covered her face and ran down her upper chest and arms, large but not gigantic breasts. He was happy that she had been the one to purchase him. She walked back with the scissors, and as she cut off his bindings she explained "From now on I am Mistress Isabella, and you are slaveboy, slut, sub, or whatever else I feel like calling you. You will now call me nothing but Mistress Isabella or Mistress, and "Mistress Isabella" will be at the beginning or end of every sentence you speak. You will not speak unless spoken to, unless you have something important to ask. I would rather have you ask a question than do something wrong, but if I feel that your question was not important enough to ask me, you will be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Isabella". "Good." She cut the last of his restraints. "Step out of the box." "Yes Mistress Isabella." Isabella grabbed his now hard cock and began stroking it. "This looks even better in person. I wouldn't want to own a cock unless it's perfect, right?" "Yes Mistress Isabella." "You will now be naked most of the time. Slaves don't deserve to own clothes. Unless I'm dressing you up for fun, I will have this body that I now own on display." "Yes Mistress Isabella".  "Get on your knees, slave." "Yes Mistress Isabella." She grabbed a shopping bag from the counter and brought it to him. She pulled out a leather collar and placed it around his neck, then locked it shut with a small metal padlock. "This is to signify that you belong to me. You will never take this off. Understood?" "Yes Mistress Isabella." "Now come with me." "Yes Mistress Isabella." She grabbed him by his erect cock and used it as a leash, pulling him down the hallway into her bedroom. "Even though you haven't broken any rules, I am going to punish you so that you understand what will happen if you do break a rule. And, more importantly, I'm going to punish you because I enjoy it." "Yes Mistress Isabella." She grabbed the chair sitting behind her desk and put it into the middle of the room. Then, she paused and said "Stripping the sub is the best part of the spanking, right?" "Yes Mistress Isabella." She smiled. "Well I guess we'll have to make do". She walked over to her dresser. He looked around the room. She had a large wooden desk, a wooden dresser, a closet, a bed, and a large dog crate next to the bed. One of the walls was a mirror. She opened the dresser and began throwing clothes onto the bed. "Put those on" "Yes Mistress Isabella." He looked at the clothes: white calvin klein panties, a plaid skirt, and a white button down shirt. He wanted to protest but knew he couldn't. Blushing, he picked up the panties and put them on. They squeezed his cock to the side and were wedgied into his ass. He put on the rest of the outfit and turned to Isabella. "Oh you look so good in my clothes." "Thank you, Mistress Isabella". She got a wooden hairbrush out of her desk and sat on the chair. "Now come here and get over my knee." Understanding his powerlessness, he said yes and lowered himself on her lap. He was embarrassed and his face was blood red, and only got redder as she began to grab and squeeze his ass cheeks. She brought the back of the brush down sharply, and the slave cried and kicked his legs. The second stroke was harder, and he instinctively reached his hand back to stop it. She grabbed his arm with her left hand and pinned it to his back, and continued to spank him. After a few more spanks she lifted up his skirt to expose his ass, and continued to spank him. He began to cry out in pain after every hit. It hurt much worse than he expected. She grabbed the panties and pulled them upwards, wedging them into his ass to expose more skin. The brush hurt worse on his bare skin. She then ordered him to stand up and take off the skirt and shirt. He was pulled back onto her knee, and the punishment continued. She spanked him a few more times, then declared "you deserve it on your bare bottom!" and pulled the panties down. She continued to spank him, he began to kick his legs as the pain increased, and she eventually wrapped her right leg around his to hold them down. After 10 more hard smacks she told him to stand up. "Yes Mistress Isabella." "Put your hands on your head." "Yes Mistress Isabella." She entered her walk in closet, and closed the door behind her. A few minutes later she walked out wearing nothing but black stockings and a black garter. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a small patch. She was holding onto a long, thin steel cane, which the slave was immediately afraid of. "What do you think slave." "You look fantastic, Mistress". She smiled, then turned the chair towards her, grabbed the slave by his hair, and bent him over the chair. She walked behind him, and said "Hold this, slave." "Yes Mistress Isabella." He then felt a finger enter his ass, which was tight and squeezed on it hard. She pushed the finger in and out of him a few times, then pushed in two fingers. He felt the cold steel handle of the cane enter him. "If this falls you will get punished more severely." "Yes Mistress Isabella." He made sure to hold onto it tightly, deeply afraid of the cane. She walked around and told the slave to watch. She bent over infront of him, revealing that she was wearing a glass buttplug. She slowly pulled it out of her, and told him to open his mouth. He did, and she put the plug in his mouth, then used her hands to close his mouth over it.  "Don't let this fall out." "Yes Mistress Isabella," he did his best to say with a full mouth. She pulled the cane out of him, and used it to cut through the air, making a frightening swish sound. Nameless Midnight  At lunchtime on Friday, you send me a text message: "When you get home from work, put your suction cups on your nipples. I want them nice and big ready for this evening." I can barely concentrate on my work throughout the afternoon as I try to imagine what you might have planned for the evening.  I get home and put on my suction cups, feeling them pull my nipples outwards as the blood rushes to them. I wonder whether I could get away with having a quick play as I feel my arousal growing. But I know that you would not be pleased if you came home and found me touching myself, so I reluctantly resist.  Your next text message arrives about 15 minutes later: "I've booked a table for dinner. Wear a nice dress, stockings, heels and your crotchless knickers. Nothing else. I'm working late, so I'll meet you at the restaurant at 6.30. Remove the suction cups just before you leave the house." I re-read your message and realise that you did not mention a bra.  I send you a reply, hoping that this is an oversight: "Sir, my nipples will be very large from the suction cups. May I wear a bra to cover them?"  Your reply is a curt "No" and I worry that I have annoyed you by questioning your authority. I begin to imagine how you might punish me for this infraction and get carried away in a daydream until I realise that I do not have long to get ready for dinner. I pick out a dress, trying to find one that is not too low cut, hoping to retain some modesty. When I am ready to leave, I remove the suction cups. My nipples are huge and very hard. They are so sensitive that I can feel every movement of the soft fabric of my dress rubbing against them. I look in the mirror and see that my nipples are very visible, poking against the dress. Walking to the restaurant, I feel vulnerable with such little underwear and worry that every slight gust of wind will lift up the hem of my dress to reveal my knickers. I am very aware of my nipples and feel as if every passer-by must be staring at me. But I arrive at the restaurant without incident and find you already seated at a table in a quiet corner. You stand to greet me as I approach the table and I melt at the sight of you in a suit. I've always had a thing for a man in a proper suit. Maybe it's the way it adds to their air of dominance. Or maybe it's linked to my fantasies of being a submissive secretary (but that will have to be saved for a different story...!) You pull me gently towards you and kiss me lightly before pulling out my chair to invite me to sit down next to your seat. "How was your day?" I ask. "A little stressful," you reply. "But I'm sure it will get better from here on." I feel your eyes on me, scrutinising every visible part of my body. "Was it cold outside?" you ask. I smile, blushing, as I realise that you are staring at my hard nipples. They have begun to return to their normal size, but are still much larger than normal. My arm moves to try to cover them, but I stop as I see you shake your head. "What if other people are staring at my nipples?" I ask quietly. "Let them stare at your hard nipples," you reply. "I want them to be jealous that I get to take you home and play with those gorgeous tits." As the waiter comes over to take our drink orders, I see his eyes move to my nipples but I am distracted from this embarrassment when I feel your hand on the top of my thigh, sliding up beneath my skirt and stroking the bare skin above the top of my stocking. I struggle to maintain my composure as you chat to him about the wine menu, your roaming hand hidden by the long table cloth and his eyes flitting between you and my nipples. He walks away and your hand moves towards the inside of my thigh before finding itself blocked by the way that I am sitting with my thighs together and ankles crossed. "Keep your thighs apart," you growl in my ear. "Do not deny me access to what is rightfully mine." I uncross my ankles and allow my thighs to part slightly. "Wider," you whisper. As I move my thighs wider apart, I can feel my pussy being exposed by the crotchless knickers and my knee comes to rest against yours. Your hand moves up the inside of my thigh and I gasp as I feel your fingers brush over my exposed lips. "Good girl," you tell me, and your hand moves away. "Keep your thighs apart for the rest of the evening." Before our main course is brought out, you reach into a bag that you have kept hidden by your feet. You pass me a satin drawstring bag and tell me to put it into my handbag. "What is it?" I ask, but you refuse to tell me.  You barely touch me again throughout our starter as we chat comfortably about normal, everyday topics. I have to concentrate to maintain my unnatural position with my thighs apart and I can tell that you notice every time my knee moves away from yours. "If you can't remember to follow my instruction, I'm sure I can come up with a way to help you to remember next time," you say. I bite my lip as I remember a story I read a while ago about a slave who was trained to keep her legs apart by wearing straps with spikes on between her legs, so that the spikes dug in if her thighs came too close. But I decide not to reveal this - I am sure that you have plenty of wicked ideas of your own, without me adding to them.  Before our main course is brought out, you instruct me to go to the bathroom and insert the object that is in the satin bag that you passed to me earlier. When I am safely in the bathroom, I open the bag to reveal a medium sized butt plug and a small sachet of lube. Even with the lube, it is hard to push the width of the plug into my ass and I can feel it stretching me as I walk back to our table. I wince as I sit back down and try to rest my weight on my thighs to keep my ass from touching the chair. But then I feel you give a sharp pinch to my upper thigh to remind me to keep my legs apart. I am forced to sit back onto my cheeks and I feel the plug being pushed even deeper inside me. As I eat my meal, the slight discomfort of the plug constantly reminds me of your control over me. This causes my nipples to harden, which further increases my feeling of exposure as I realise how evident my arousal is to you and anyone else who is close enough to notice.  As the waiter returns to clear our empty plates, I feel your hand on my thigh once more. This time, it continues to move upwards and I feel your finger pushing inside me. Although I know that the table cloth hides the position of your hand, I blush and concentrate on trying not to react. "Your pussy is soaked," you whisper to me as the waiter walks away. "I hope you're not making a wet patch at the back of your dress..." After dessert, you whisper to me, "I want you to rub your clit. Don't stop until I give you permission. And don't cum."  "Sir, I can't..." I begin, pleading with you to let me off. But I am cut off by your hard stare and I find myself obeying you, your dominance overriding the logical thoughts in my brain. I feel incredibly vulnerable as I reach my hand under the table cloth and begin to lightly stroke my clit. You maintain eye contact with me after a quick glance to check the location of my hand. This only serves to heighten my embarrassment at being forced to play with myself in the middle of a restaurant. You call the waiter over to ask for the bill and engage him in conversation as I focus on making sure that my upper arm doesn't betray my movements and my face doesn't show my humiliation.  "You're beginning to look very flushed," you tell me as the waiter walks away. "We'll get you out into the fresh air soon... Maybe that will help." The waiter returns with the bill and you again engage him in conversation, enjoying my obvious discomfort as you notice the subtle signs that I am close to orgasm. You finally allow me to stop playing with myself just before we stand up to leave. As we walk out of the restaurant, I feel sure that everyone is staring at me, either noticing the wet patch that I imagine must be showing at the back of my dress, my hard nipples poking through my dress or the flush that has probably spread over my neck and chest. You use a hand on the small of my back to guide me, asserting your claim over me, and I am grateful for the way that this gesture helps me to feel secure and protected despite my feeling of vulnerability and embarrassment. But as soon as we walk out of the door, you heighten my feeling of humiliation by taking my hand and raising it to your lips to suck my finger, tasting my wetness still on it.  You keep hold of my hand and I begin to relax slightly as we walk along the pavement although every step causes the plug to shift in my ass. "It's a lovely warm evening," you say, "so shall we walk through the park?"  "But, Sir, I need you to take me home and make me cum, please, I'm so wet for you..." I reply, hoping that we can get home as quickly as possible so that you can provide me with some relief from my arousal.  "My poor slut," you reply. "Maybe I'll make you wait for your orgasm... Or maybe walking through the park and making you cum aren't mutually exclusive..." My eyes widen as I realise the implications of your suggestion. Although we have sometimes engaged in discreet play in public, like this evening in the restaurant, you have never actually made me cum in a public place. The thought both excites and horrifies me.  We turn off into the park and you lead me towards an area with a few bushes and trees. You stop, positioning me so that my back is against a tree and you have a good view to make sure that there aren't actually any people nearby. Your hand reaches towards one of my nipples, rubbing it through the fabric of my dress and enjoying the way that it instantly hardens underneath your fingers. Then you reach into my dress and pull my breasts upwards, lifting them out of the dress. I gasp as I realise how exposed I am, but you silence me with a deep kiss, rubbing my bare nipples to hardness before pinching them firmly. Your knee nudges my thighs apart and I can feel your hard cock pressing against me. "I can't walk home with a hard-on," you tell me, "so you're going to have to do something about it." I consider arguing that you expected me to walk around with enlarged, hard nipples showing through my dress, but think better of it. I feel your hands on my shoulders, pushing me down, and I begin to protest, until you threaten to spank me here in the park instead. Kneeling on the soft grass with my tits still exposed, you silence me with your hard cock, thrusting it into my mouth and using a hand on the back of my head to encourage me to take it as deep as possible. It doesn't take long before you near orgasm, aroused all evening by admiring my hard nipples, enjoying watching me squirm and anticipating all the things you still have planned for when we finally get home. I swallow your cum, not wanting to add to my humiliation by dribbling any onto my dress.  When I have licked your cock clean and you have tucked it back into your trousers, you gently pull me to my feet before pushing me back against the tree. Your hand reaches between my legs, feeling my juices almost dripping from me in my arousal. You slide two fingers into my pussy, enjoying the way that the crotchless knickers give you such easy access. I moan as you pump them into me, your thumb now rubbing on my clit.  You continue until I near orgasm and then tell me, "I was planning to make you cum here in the park, but you've tried to argue with me at least twice this evening, so I think I'll make you wait." I whimper in need and you chuckle softly. "I thought you didn't want to be forced to cum in public? You are such a needy slut, aren't you?" You push your fingers into my mouth, making me lick my juices from them before you pull my dress back over my breasts.  We walk home agonisingly slowly as you stop frequently to point out stars or to admire the view. I try to enjoy the romance of a moonlit walk, but am distracted by the plug in my ass and my dripping pussy. When we finally get through the front door, you lead me into the bedroom and I instinctively kneel by your feet. You reach into a drawer and pull out my collar and a set of cuffs. You tug my dress up and over my head and move behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall from my breasts. Then you gently pull my hair out of the way and bend down to kiss my neck before placing the collar around it. I present my wrists to you and you fasten a cuff on each one before pulling my hands behind my back and fastening the cuffs to each other. My restraints have the paradoxical effect of making me feel free, knowing that you will take care of all my needs.  Next, you return your attention to my tits, which are being thrust forward by the position of my arms. You roll each nipple between your fingers before attaching the nipple clamps. I whimper as I feel the sharp pinch, a pain which seems to travel directly through my body to further inflame the tingling of my needy clit. My nipples are still sensitised by the earlier use of suction cups. You use the clip of the leash to attach the chain between the clamps to the ring at the front of my collar. As you tug on the leash, I feel it pull on both my collar and on the nipple clamps.  You unfasten my wrists and use the leash to pull me towards the bed, removing my knickers before you push me down onto my back, positioning me in the middle of the bed. You attach the wrist cuffs to chains on each bedpost. Your hands slide down my body, over my hips and down my legs. Then you fasten a cuff to each ankle. You push my feet towards my head as far as they will go, spreading them wide and placing a pillow beneath my hips, before attaching each ankle to the same bedposts as my wrists. The final touch is a few loops of rope around each of my thighs, which you also attach to the same bedposts.  "Maybe that will help you to keep your thighs apart," you tell me, stroking the sensitive flesh at the top of my thighs. I am exposed to you, my legs spread wide and lifted so that they pull my ass upwards off the bed, displaying both my holes. You continue to tease and tickle my thighs and I try to wriggle away from your touch, but find that I am unable to move. Then your head dips and I feel your tongue on my pussy, teasing my labia before flicking over my clit. I cannot move towards or away from your tongue as you lick and suck on my clit. Just as you feel me approaching orgasm, you pull your head away abruptly. I moan, begging you to continue, but you sit back and spend a few moments just admiring the sight of my helpless body. The only movement is my chest rising and falling as I pant in need.  Then you begin stroking and tickling my inner thighs again. "What lesson are you learning, my slut?" you ask.  "I'm learning to keep my thighs apart when you tell me to, Sir," I moan, giggling as your fingers reach a particularly ticklish spot. Then your tongue returns to my clit, bringing me to the brink of orgasm again before stopping. I moan in frustration and you tug on the chain between my nipple clamps. The sudden pain makes me whimper, but then I fall silent.  You place the tip of your hard cock against my pussy and then rub it up and down my slit before slapping it on my clit a few times. Then you slide it into me, torturously slowly. I feel your width stretching my pussy inch by inch before you suddenly withdraw, leaving my pussy desperate for you to return.  The physical sensations blur into one as you alternate between tormenting my ticklish thighs, sliding your cock into my pussy and licking my throbbing clit. I am reduced to a quivering feeling of intense need, only able to gibber, "Please, Sir, please, please...". After what feels like hours, you push your cock into my pussy and stroke my clit, feeling me squeeze around your cock as I finally reach a crashing orgasm. Without allowing me to recover, you pound into my pussy, driving me to a second orgasm just before you cum inside me.  You withdraw from my pussy and your tongue returns to my clit, which is now overly sensitive. You ignore my squirming and continue to lick and suck until my squeaks of protest turn to whimpers of arousal and you bring me to a third orgasm.  Finally you untie me and pull me into your arms on the bed, kissing me gently and telling me what a good girl I am. Dark God  They were sitting on his couch talking; she was sitting between his legs, her body slightly turned towards him. A pause came in their conversation, and he told her, “turn around so you’re facing away from me”  she wasn’t sure why he was asking, but she figured he was just going to surprise her with something, so she didn’t think to much about it. Suddenly he brought a blindfold down over he eyes before she could stop him.  “Hey! Come on, what are you doing?” she asked, half laughing.  All she got in response was a “shhh” from him. She went to take off the blindfold, but before she could get to it, he grabbed her wrists and held them.  “Do not try to take it off,” he said quietly, he was not annoyed or anything, but there was something in his tone that made her stop. She could feel herself shiver at his tone.  He slowly let go of her wrists, once he felt that she was not going to reach for the blindfold again. She moved her hands to her lap, and started to ask a question, but before she could say anything, she was told to “shhh” again. He then put his hands at her waist “Stand up and turn around to face me”, she stood up, with him still holding her, and started to turn around. Once she was facing him, he her told her stop. She was now standing in front of him, between his legs, while he sat on the couch watching her.  He watched her quietly for a moment, smiling when he saw her breathing speed up slightly and saw the small tremors that gave away her arousal. She stood quietly while he did this, wondering what was going on in his mind. She was again about to say something when he spoke again.  “Do you trust me?”  “yes” came the quiet response “good, because from now until I say otherwise, I am in control. I will expect you to do as I ask, ‘no’ is not an acceptable response to me, if something I do causes you distress you may use a safe word. Your safe word is ‘sebastiane’; you say this and everything will stop. Do you understand so far?”  again, she quietly responded “yes”.  “Good. Now I have a rule for you to follow. When you address me, you will address me as ‘Sir’. Any time you do not follow this, there will be repercussions. Do you understand?” “yes”, she then suddenly felt his hand smack her ass very hard, and she gasped softly  “Yes what?” he asked her  “yes Sir” she responded quickly “Good girl” he said and smoothed his hand over the spot he had just hit.  She felt his hands leave her for a moment, and then she felt him, grasp her left wrist and place some sort of band around it. She felt him tighten it, and then realized that it was a wrist restraint. When she realized this, she quickly put her other hand behind her back, hoping to keep him from putting the other restraint on.  “Put your arm back out” he said calmly when she did not comply he reached up and through her shirt and bra found her nipple and started to squeeze. She felt the pressure become pain and she gasped slightly, it finally got to a point and she quickly put her arm out in front of her. The pressure on her nipple stopped immediately.  “Thank you,” he said. “It is much easier to simply do what I ask in the first place isn’t it?”  “Yes” she replied, and then as soon as she said it she corrected herself, “I mean yes Sir” she said quickly, hoping he would not punish her for her mistake.  He smiled when he heard her catch herself, and decided that since she did catch herself, it was okay, this time. He took her other wrist and placed the restraint on it. She wanted to touch him so badly, so she began to bend down, reaching for him, putting her hands on his shoulders, wanting to kiss him. He quickly grabbed her hair, and pulled her head to the side hard, she gasped at brought one hand up to his to try and loosen his grip on her hair. ” What were you doing?” he asked,  “I wanted to kiss you Sir” she quietly replied.  “Ah, well then” he said, still holding her hair, he brought her to him and kissed her hungrily. She moaned softly and kissed him back. He then pulled her away again and told her “do not do that again”. He then released her hair and she stood back up. “Take a step back” he said, and held onto her arms to help her from getting off balance.  She stepped backwards carefully, and he then stood up in front of her.  “Turn around” she started to turn, going slowly. Once she was facing away from him, she stopped and wondered what he was thinking. He let go of her arms and she stood there quietly. She then heard the soft clinking of something behind her, and was not sure what it was. She then felt something being placed over her head and felt something cold settle around her neck, draping a little ways down her chest. He then took one hand in his and placed one hand on the small of her back. She felt herself shiver at his touch; she also realized that she was rapidly getting very moist. He noticed her shiver and smiled to himself, enjoying watching her reactions. He started to lead her away from the couch, and she follow, moving slowly and carefully. They walked for a couple steps when he stopped.  “There are stairs here, so be careful” he told her.  “Thank you sir” she replied.  They slowly made their way up the stairs and into his bedroom. She could not see it, but he had turned off the lights and had only black lights on, so the room was very dim. He led her to a carpeted area, and she felt it beneath her feet and was able to guess where she was. He started to unbutton her shirt, and pulled that off, her bra followed quickly.  “Take off your pants” she reached down and unzipped her pants, sliding them down her legs, and stepped out of them. She was then left wearing only a thong. Standing there she suddenly felt very vulnerable, but instead of bothering her, but only aroused her.  She then felt him adjust what was around her neck and when it started to tighten around her neck, it finally dawned on her what it was. It was a dog’s choke chain collar. He brought both of her wrists behind her back and attached them to the collar in the same place a person would normally attach a leash. In this position, if she tried to pull her hands away or struggle, it tightened the collar around her neck. While she was frustrated at the lack of movement her hands now had, she had to admire his creativity.  She was broken out of her thought by his command to kneel; she knelt down without hesitation, and sat back on her heels. She felt his hand touch her ankle and realized he was kneeling behind her. He lifted one ankle up slightly and placed a restraint on it, and when she felt his hand on her other ankle, she raised her ankle up for him and he placed the restraint on her other ankle. He then clipped them together. She moved her feet around a little to test the degree of movement and found it was not much. She then heard him stand up and walk away for a moment. She found herself trembling as she knelt there blindfolded and fully at his mercy. She knew she was totally safe and yet she felt a nervousness because she did not know what was going to happen next. Although she knew it was only a minute or two that she knelt there, it felt like an eternity. She then heard something clinking somewhere behind her.  “What’s clinking?” she asked she got no answer at first and then suddenly felt something cold touch her nipple; she took in a quick breath.  “This is what was clinking,” he said she realized it was the clips he used for a variety of purposes. She had not really cared what was clinking, but had simply wanted to break the silence. She heard him walking around and kept turning her head ion the direction of the sound, constantly trying to anticipate what was coming next. She heard him walk next to her and could not figure out what he was doing. She then realized there was something in front of her, she was guessing it was a bar, she could feel it just lightly touch her nipples. He then walked behind her and started to detach her wrists from the collar. He brought her wrists one by one up in front of her and attached them to the ends of a spreader bar that was attached to an eyebolt in the ceiling so that it could be raised and lowered.  “Hold onto the bar” he told her she grasped the bar with both of her hands “stand up”, she slowly stood up, being careful to keep her balance.  He then stepped away from her and began to raise the bar up. He raised it up until her arms were fully extended.  “Okay, you know what’s next” he said she could almost hear the smile in his voice. She thought she knew, but decided to play dumb, just to see what he would do.  “No, what” she replied.  “up on your toes” he said she had known that was what was coming. She got up onto the balls of her feet, grasping the bar tighter and using her arms, trying to keep some of the weight off her feet and legs. She then heard him walk away again. At this point, her pussy was soaking and she desperately wanted him to touch her.  She heard him walk back next to her, and heard soft buzzing, she recognized it as a vibrator and he placed it inside her panties, against her swollen clit. She immediately moaned and her hips moved involuntarily. He held it there for a moment, and then placed it so that it would stay against her clit, and moved away. She groaned softly in frustration since while the vibrator felt great, it was not moving, therefore leaving her rather frustrated. She wanted him to touch her so badly, but she did not even know where he was at the moment.  She was moving her hips trying to get some friction against the vibrator. It was not working very well, but she did not have long before he was back next to her. He grasped the vibrator and moved it around a little, eliciting a soft moan from her.  “Do you like this? Are you close to coming?” he asked She knew he could damn well tell she was, and responded with a rather tart “What do you think?”  As soon as she said it, she knew she should not have, but, well, she was frustrated.  “Hmmm, what do I think….I think you’re being sassy” at that he removed the vibrator, and she whimpered slightly.  She heard him walk away, and she wondered what was going to happen next. He came back a moment later and she moaned when she felt his fingers playing with her nipples. She could feel her wetness beginning to slowly drip down on her thighs. The next thing she felt was him putting a clothespin on her nipple. She gasped softly at the pressure, and he placed one on her other nipple.  “Too intense?” he asked her “no”, she responded quietly. The pressure hurt, but instead of really making her uncomfortable, it only made her wetter.  “How are your legs doing, getting tired?” he asked her  “yes sir” this was not really true, her legs were not all the tired, but she didn’t feel like staying up on her toes any longer. She heard him walk over to her side and he began to lower the bar, as it lowered, she lowered herself back down onto her heels.  “Did I tell you you could get down yet?” he asked, sounding very amused.  “No” however she did not go back up on her heels. He quickly raised the bar back up to a height forcing her to go back on her toes.  “Do you want to put your heels down?”  “Yes please”  “Please what?” she growled softly at him before responding  “yes please, sir”  “thank you” he then lowered the bar again and told her “You can put your heels down”. She lowered herself back down to her heels, and flexed her arm muscles slightly as the bar came down farther. He then released her wrists from the bar and she rolled her shoulders since they were slightly stiff. He then took her wrists back behind her back and reattached them to the collar. He walked in front of her and quickly removed one of the clothespins, sucking on the nipple immediately afterwards. She gasped as it was removed and when she felt the warmth of his mouth on her now very sensitive nipple. He hen repeated the process with the other clothespin. “Kneel,” he told her.  She carefully knelt down again and for a moment, he stroked her hair, and she found herself almost leaning into his touch. She had not realized just how much she wanted him to touch her, in any way; he stopped; “Don’t move, I’ll be right back” she heard him walk away.  She felt disappointed at the sudden lack of contact again. She decided to take a look around the room, and since she figured he was not watching her at the moment, she brought her hands up around her side and leaned her head down towards them to raise the blindfold up. She got a look at the room, and then heard him come back in. ‘Oh, hell’ she thought to herself. She did not look around to see him, but she heard him walk up behind her.  “Well, you did a lot of moving” he said to her as he pulled the blindfold back down over her eyes.  “I felt like looking around” she said, in a nonchalant, almost defiant tone of voice.  He did not respond to her, which she was surprised at. She felt him move away form her again, and then quickly come back. He then attached one end of a spreader bar to her wrists, and the other end to the cuffs on her ankles. This forced her to sit up straight. Suddenly he pushed her shoulder forward some, forcing her to lean forward. This caused the chain around her neck to tighten.  “Is that a little tight on your throat?” he asked her “yes sir,” “good”.  As much as she wanted to sit back up, she did not dare, for some reason she decided to wait until he told her she could sit back up. She heard him walk away for a moment and could not tell where he had walked.  “You can sit back up” he told her a moment later.  There was a bright light suddenly and she was not sure what it was.  “What was that?”  “what? The light?”  “yes”  “a flash, I thought while we were here, I would take a couple photos”  “oh”  She felt a little awkward with the fact that he was taking photos of her in a position such as this. She heard him walk around her and a moment later saw another flash of light, she assumed he had taken another photo. This took a few minutes, and she found herself wishing he would just be done with the damn photos. She knew he liked to frustrate her, but this was making her nuts. Finally, after what seemed like a long time (although it was only a few minutes), he stopped. She felt him detach the spreader bar from her ankles and wrists. As soon as it was off, she sat back down on her heels.  “Sit back up” came the quick comment from him.  She let out a loud sigh at this, and got back up on her knees. She heard him move something and he then told her stand up, she stood up carefully.  “walk forward a step, now turn around” she did so.  He then put a hand on her arm  “sit down”  she sat down and realized it must have been the chair in the room that she had heard him moving. It felt good to get of her knees for a little bit, and flexed her legs a couple times, getting the mild stiffness out. She heard him walk out again, and return quickly, she was grateful for the squeaky floor; it let her have some idea of where he was.  “Stand up again” he told her so she did so, and she heard him move the chair again, and felt him stand behind her. He was so close, but was not touching her. Her pussy was soaked, and she wanted to jump him, or least be able to touch him. He grasped a fistful of her hair and turned her head back towards him, kissing her deeply. She moaned and kissed him hungrily back. He then quickly released her hair. She turned her head towards him,  “no, face forwards” he told her and turned her forwards again.  “What are you doing” she asked impatiently  “standing behind you, because I know it makes you crazy”  “you just love making me nuts don’t you”  “yes, I do” she growled softly at him and she got two hard smacks on her ass in response.  “What was that for?!” she asked indignantly.  “For growling at me” he told her calmly, “and because I felt like it”  “smartass” she responded.  He then had her turn around and kneel down again. He moved away from her and she heard him pull the chair closer to her. He sat down in the chair in front of her and pulled her head to his lap. She felt his stiff cock by her face and took it into her mouth. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft a couple times and got it nice and wet. She then played with the head a little, alternately running her tongue around the head and then sucking on it. She took him as deep as she could and sucked a little harder. She was at a bit of a disadvantage not being able to use her hands to help her, and this frustrated her, since she wanted to please him.  “Is this arousing you? Having my cock in your mouth like this?” he asked her, knowing full well it was.  She responded simply by growling softly while his cock was still in her mouth. He quickly stopped her and yanked her head back by her hair, simultaneously pinching her nipple hard.  “What did you say?” he asked,  “nothing”  “what did you say?”  “Honestly, I didn’t say anything” she was not sure how long it would take for him to realize she had not actually said anything.  “Are you sure?”  “Yes, sir, I really didn’t say anything”.  He then let go of her hair and her nipple. He had her stand up again, and he then stood on the chair in front of her. He had her begin to suck his cock again. After another minute or two, he stopped her again, and got down from the chair. By now, she just wanted him inside her. He walked her over towards the bad, and turned her to face it. He then released her hands from the chain, and placed one on the bed railing. She put her other hand on there too. He disconnected her ankles and had her spread them very wide. He put his hands on her waist and quickly thrust inside of her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and then moaned as she felt him fill her. She felt her body clenching around him as he pumped roughly into her.  After a moment, he grabbed one of her hands and pulled it behind her. She was startled and felt off balance for a moment, as he then took her other arm behind her back also.  “I’ve got you, its okay,” he told her, his voice rough.  He then used her arms to pull her onto him, and moaned loudly feeling him so deeply inside of her. After a minute or two like this, he suddenly pulled out of her, and turned her around. He took the blindfold off, and she was glad to be able to see him and the room. She wished he had taken it off earlier.  “Come with me” he told her roughly.  She started to walk and he took her arms and held them behind her back, pushing her into the playroom. He roughly pushed her onto the bed, and she got up onto all fours, leaning down, resting her head on her forearms. He climbed behind her and thrust into her again. She was almost constantly moaning and almost whimpering. She felt him thrusting roughly into her and clenched her pussy tightly each time he thrusted. She heard him groaning occasionally and she felt herself getting sweaty. He reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit. She came almost immediately. She felt him tensing as she heard him about to come.  “Ugh, god” she heard him say, as he his hands tightened on her hips and she felt him tense as he came.  He slowly pulled out of her and she lay down, rolling over. He lay down next to her for a moment, before getting up to dispose of the condom. He then came back to the bed, and helped her remove the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. She took the chain off over her head and put it on the floor. She then lay back and he lay down next to her. She moved over and he kissed her gently Flame of my Breath  She nearly jumped when she heard the door ring. She had been anticipating this moment for days, and had been nervously excited since she woke up this morning. One last look in the mirror, showed her a brunette with wavy open shoulder length hair, and delicate makeup, wearing a backless top and a black skirt, which was way too short to conceal the fact that she was wearing lingerie stockings. The doorbell rang again and she ran for the door, hastily pulling it open. "Hey! Gre-iik." She began when he pulled her out of the door and into a hungry kiss. She felt the outside wall against her bare back and her palms, and his chest pressing her against it, before she closed her eyes and focused all her attention on his tongue. Her toes curled inside her socks from the kiss and she felt her knees getting weak. She had been waiting all week for this. He broke the kiss and leaned forward, so that she could see the street across his shoulder and the people walking by.  "Did you to as I told you to?" He whispered in her ear, while his hand pushed her skirt up and felt across her ass. "Yes" She whispered just as his hand found the metal ass-plug, confirming her words. "Good girl."He said as his hand moved to her pussy rubbing over it. She beamed at his words, her mouth slightly opening as a soft moan escaped her. His body was the only thing in the way of every passerby seeing that she was wet, and not wearing underwear. Closing her eyes and sinking her teeth into his neck she realized that she did not care about anything except his hand between her legs, moving up and down and rubbing across her clit. Suddenly he grabbed her hair, pulled her head down and dragged her through the door.  Bent over, her head at the same height as his hip she awkwardly stumbled after him, exposing her bare ass with the metallic glint of the ass-plug to everyone who might have looked in their direction. She heard the door slam shut behind them before he pulled her upward.  Still holding her by the hair he pulled her against him. This time she could feel his erection pressing against her ass cheeks, as he roughly shoved four fingers deep into her mouth. He moved his fingers in and out of her mouth, and her drool ran down her chin. "Stay!" He commanded and squatted down. She bit her lip in anticipation knowing what was about to happen. He shoved all four fingers inside of her without warning, her wetness and the added lubrication from her saliva making it easy for him. Then he began forcefully moving his hand up and down in rapid succession, fucking her roughly with his hand. She screamed from the wonderful assault, pushing her to orgasm in the first few seconds. She could barely keeping standing while spasm cursed through her lower body. He did not even slow down, and the second orgasm hit her shortly after. Squirting all over his hand and arm she collapsed, her legs no longer steady enough to keep her upright. Panting she leaned against the wall enveloped in bliss and a pulsing sensation from her pussy. "I told you to stay where you were, and you sat down anyway. I think you need to be punished for that." It was horribly unfair, there was no way she could have kept standing after what he did...and she loved it. "Yes please." she managed to pant. "And look what a mess you have made, better clean that up." He said holding his hand before her. She leaned forward, and began licking his hand clean from her juices, taking time to suck on each finger, and looking him in the eye while doing so. Making sure he understood how much she wanted, needed, this. When she had licked his hand clean he opened his pants, and she knelt before him, continuing her licking on his dick. Still keeping eye contact and looking up at him while she sucked his dick with everything she had. "Brace yourself"He said, taking hold of her head with both hands.  She did so opening her mouth wide and pushing her tongue out. He began deep throating her, pushing her face all the way against his stomach and his dick down her throat. Then holding her there for a bit while she ran out of air and tried not to gag. Before pulling out and repeating the process. She heard him groan as he came inside her mouth, and she could taste his salty semen on her tongue. He pulled out, and said: "Show me how you swallow it." Looking up at him and smiling she opened her mouth. Then closed it and swallowed, before she opened it again, and pushed out her tongue. To show him she had swallowed everything. Without warning he grabbed her arms pulling her up and pushing her forward. Directing her to a table he pushed her down on it belly first, her toes barely touching the floor. She let out a small yelp as he slapped her exposed ass. "I really like the stockings."He said in a conversational tone. Slap. "The lingerie really looks good on you." Slap. "Thank you." Slap "ugfh." "I like the sound of that you can keep thanking me." Slap "Thank you-uuuuu" her voice derailed as he mercilessly pushed his erection inside of her. He began thrusting into her hard, making the table shake and rubbing her nipples on the table with every thrust. Her mind went blank and instead of thanking him for the irregular hits he gave her ass cheeks, she began just saying "Thank you." every time she exhaled, in time with his thrusts, her breath coming hard and quick as his thrusts did. She sank into subspace the pain and pleasure mingling in her body. She could feel the ass-plug pushing against his dick making her feel full and yet still hungry for more. She had no idea how much time had passed and how often she had come, only that she would not mind if the rest of her life was just this mix of rough pleasure. Then suddenly both his penis and the ass plug were pulled out, and she came, eyes rolling up into her head and groaning, as pleasure shot through her body. Seconds later she felt dazed, good yet empty and wished for the assault to return. It just hadn't been enough yet. She realized he had lifted her up and carried her over to the bed, her thoughts trailing behind reality. She was no help to him as he undressed her completely and tied her hands over head to the bed. She merely spread her legs and pushed her hips toward him trying to make him understand that he had to finish what he had started without having to say it out loud. But he just grinned, letting a blindfold and a ball gag dangle before her face. Very eager to get on with it and continue, she let him blindfold and gag her, but to her surprise he began to gently caress her body, and play with her nipples. After the rough treatment from before she could barely comprehend this sudden switch. It felt wonderful, but it just wasn't enough stimulation for her, and since her body signals had failed to get through to him she tried to tell him, that she needed to be taken rough, and that he was driving her insane, tormenting her with this wonderful gentleness. But the gag made talking impossible, and so all she did was groan and try to wiggle out of her restrains, to kick him, make him angry. When she felt something pressing against her opening, and gliding in, she thought that he would now finally give her the release she craved. Then he did begin fucking her again, but slowly, ever so slowly. She tried to push against him, increase the friction, but he just retreated a little until her arms were stretched to the limit and she could no longer follow his movements. Without warning a sudden hot pain bloomed across, her right breast, making her whimper into the gag, before it slowly dimmed down. She heard him laugh, and seconds later a similar pain spread across her right breast, and she arched her back, groaning into the gag. It took her overloaded mind a while to understand that he was dripping hot wax on her. The slow continues pleasure from her lower body was amplified through the sudden bursts of heat appearing without warning all over her body. On her legs, her belly, her nipples. Each drop making her shiver and draw breathe sharply around the gag. She felt helpless, unable to predict where the next drop would land, and unable to stop it, and loving how she felt. Then for a moment everything was still and silent except for her panting around the gag. She screamed, and he laughed, as he rammed into her in one violent thrust, while at same moment an Icey cold touched her clit, from the ice cube he had pushed down on it. She came hard, a muffled scream wrenched from her by the shock and pleasure, as her whole body twitched uncontrollably. Her mind reeling to keep up and failing. Before she finally sank into blackness of sleep, she tried to thank him one last time, but the gag stopped her...she thought he must know anyway. I'm not finished with you yet  Candy walked swiftly to his door. Her mind running over the previous day's agreement. Clutching her coat closer to her body since she only had on delicate black lace lingerie underneath. She stopped in front of his door, taking a deep breath and adjusting her breasts before knocking on the door. Not waiting for a response Candy turned the knob to let herself in. The room was lit and she could see him sitting in a chair opposite staring directly at her. His eyes pierced through her clothing,  He knows I'm not wearing anything underneath  Candy thought to herself. They stared each other down for a few moments before he quietly ordered, "Strip." Candy flashed him a smile, and ever so slowly started to unzip her coat until it was completely open. She shrugged it off onto the floor. Standing with her left hand on her hip, staring at, and challenging the man in front her with her gaze; the man who she would call Master for the entirety of that night. "Do you like my outfit, Master?" "I very much like how you look in that outfit, you're missing a crucial item though," He was right of course, Candy very much missed her collar. He quickly produced her collar and swiftly moved so he was standing directly behind her. His hands were already roaming the curves of Candy's body; feeling the lace material of her tights and garter belt. "Promise to be my good girl tonight?" "I can't promise I'll be good, but I am definitely your girl tonight," Candy replied as her Master screwed the bolt tight on the collar around her neck. Roughly he turned Candy to face him, and kissed her hard. His hands running up and down her curves, grabbing her hips pulling her closer to him. Candy kissed her Master with matching intensity. She felt him unclasp her bra, and watched as it hit the floor. Gently, he pulled her head back exposing her neck, and connected the matching leash. "Up," He commanded. Candy quickly put her hand on his shoulders, and jumped to clasp her legs around his torso. Her master carried her to the bedroom, where the ropes were already laid out on the bed. Once over the bed, he laid Candy down, and tied her hands to the headboard. He pulled off her remaining articles of clothing, and begins to kiss up and down the inside of Candy's leg. Ever so slowly, teasingly slow, kissing his way to Candy's clit. He paused, his mouth hovering right over her clit. Candy could feel his breath on her clit. She stared down at him, her eyes pleading. Master locked eyes with her, sensing the tension in her body, he gently blew a stream of cold air on her clit before lifting himself up and moved away from the bed. "Why'd you stop?" Candy whimpered. Her Master shot her a devilish grin and reached just out of her view to get something. Suddenly Candy saw a blindfold, and then she saw nothing but darkness. Taking away one sense always heightens the others. Next Candy felt her breasts and nipples being pinched and massaged, "Tell me how much you like having your nipples pinched," "It makes me so incredibly wet, Master." Candy stammered as he continued to play with her nipples. Then she felt cold metal against her breast. Master, one at a time kissed and teased each nipple with his tongue before attaching the nipple clamp. Soon as the second one was in place, Candy felt her Master's tongue slide over her clit. Candy sharply inhaled; before she could exhale he attacked full force licking, and sucking on her clit. "Oh fuck, Master, master, can I cum?" Candy exhaled quickly knowing that she was about to cum no matter what his answer. He didn't respond, only continuing to pleasure her, this time moving his tongue inside of her. Candy moaned, shifting her hips to try and get him deeper inside of her. It worked; she felt his tongue press deeper into her. "Can I cum?" She asked again, her body was beginning to shake. "No." He stopped completely. Surveying the quivering woman in front of him, taking pride in knowing what power he had over her body, and her pleasure. Just as quickly as he had stopped, he began again licking and sucking on her clit. Candy's back arched, pleading this time, "Please, Master, let me cum, may I cum?" Still no answer. Candy couldn't take the stimulation anymore, with her back arched, and her hips shaking she let out a moan, and came. "Did you just cum without my permission? Bad girl." He pulled on her nipple clamps, Candy let out a moan of pain and pleasure. Her Master quickly flipper her over, exposing her ass to him. He quickly bit her left cheek and spanked her with a paddle. Candy loved being spanked, every time her ass was struck she let out a short little moan, mixed with a sharp inhale. "Are you ready to try again?" he cooed. "Yes, Master," Candy answered into the mattress below her. He quickly flipped her back over so she was on her back. Her Master kissed her roughly, open mouth, so she would taste herself on his tongue. "Open your mouth," Candy did so, and felt her Master's index and middle finger slide in. Candy sucked and licked his index and middle fingers, until he removed them, and oh so slowly inserted both fingers one at a time inside of her very wet pussy. Candy gasped, she was very wet. He began to gently pump his fingers back and forth, massaging her clit with his tongue again. It didn't take long before Candy felt herself building to an orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes," Candy moaned. Sensing her approaching orgasm, Master slowed his pace, until he was completely still inside of her, carefully he added another finger. Candy let out a moan, and tried to move her hips. "Don't move," he ordered. Candy let out a huff, she was terrible at this game, and he knew it. Again she tried to move her hips to get closer to her impending orgasm. "Don't move," he repeated. Candy let out another frustrated huff before complying. "Good girl," He pushed his fingers even deeper into Candy and began rapidly moving them in and out, but this time his tongue was on her ass. "Can, can I cum?" Candy moaned. "Yes, cum for me." Candy's whole body began to shake as she felt that sense of euphoria wash over her. This didn't stop her Master from continuing his actions. He pushed another finger into Candy's pussy and mercilessly continued to eat her ass. Her last orgasm had barely ended, when Candy pleaded to cum again. "Yes, cum again," Another wave of euphoria raced through her. Candy felt his tongue push its way into her ass. She let out another moan. "Do you want more?" He asked. "yes, yes, yes," Candy begged. ''What do you want?" "I want to feel a toy in my ass and you inside of me!" She exclaimed, as he toyed with her nipple clamps. They had been warming Candy up for anal for months now. This would be the first time to have both at once though. His hands left Candy's body for a moment, and she could hear him rummage, for what she hoped was the bejeweled plug and lube. He flipped her onto her side, she knew she was right, when she felt him begin to massage her asshole with lots of lube, and very slowly inserted the bejeweled plug. Candy loved the jewel on the end of the plug because, "I feel like I shit diamonds," The plug made her feel very full, and even wetter for his dick. "Open your mouth, I want to face-fuck you first," Candy did as she was told, and felt her Master's dick enter her mouth, and the back of her throat. She took all of it, swallowing deep, as he rocked back and forth in her mouth. Candy licked and sucked all that she could before he quickly removed himself, pushed her face down into the bed, added more lube and plunged himself deep into her very, very wet pussy. Candy let out her loudest moan yet. She held tightly to her bonds as her Master fucked deep into her. When he hit her cervix Candy let out another long moan, her ass muscles squeezed tight around the plug as she felt herself beginning to build to an orgasm. He smacked her ass hard, Candy cried out. "I'm going to cum, can I cum?" "Yes." Candy moaned and let go as her orgasm over took her. Master continued to pound into her cervix while she came. Before she had barely finished that orgasm, he reached underneath her to pinch her nipple even more, "Cum," he commanded. Candy didn't have words to agree, but her body began to shake again, and all her muscles tightened as she came again. "Good girl," He said breathless, as he slowed his furious thrusting, giving Candy a moment to gather her thoughts before he bit her shoulder and pushed the plug a little bit deeper. Then resumed his furious pace of slamming into her. Candy felt her Master begin to tense, and speed up even more. He was going to cum soon. He grabbed her hips hard, and asked Candy, "Where do you want my cum, dirty slut?" "Inside of me," Candy moaned, as she was on the edge of another orgasm, but she didn't dare cum without his permission, not again at least. She wanted to end together. His thrusting increased even more, he was close Candy could feel it. "Cum for me!" Her Master exclaimed, as he began to cum himself. Candy obliged and the two shared the most powerful orgasm of the night. She felt him cum inside of her, and relax. As he pulled out, he gently kissed the bite mark on her shoulder and the few on her ass before very, very gently pulling out the bejeweled plug and tossing it to the floor. He delicately rolled Candy over, and released her nipples. Making sure to kiss each one of them gingerly. Next he untied her hands, and finally removed her blindfold. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her passionately, while pulling her close to this body to hold. The two lay cuddled together, his arms wrapped fully around her, kissing her forehead, with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "You are my goddess," He confessed while looking deep into Candy's eyes, and then kissed her deeply. The paid drifted off into dreamland while holding each other. Midna  As instructed, I sit on the edge of the bed. Black corset, matching thong, garter belt, thigh high stockings and black heels. My hair is down and curled. Just the way he likes it. Mascara on my lashes and a hint of blush on my cheeks. He loves a little blush on my face. Especially when he's the cause. The lights are dimmed and the only sound I hear is the increasing beat of my heart. Any moment he will walk through that door, and my body is already calling out for him. The lace on my corset is itchy but I don't mind. It's his favorite lingerie set and the look in his eyes when he sees me wearing it, nothing can compare.  I hear the front door open and close. Instinctively my arms move behind my back, crossing just above my bottom and I look down. In mere moments I will feel the warmth of his touch on my humming skin and my stomach clenches in excitement, juices pooling in my panties. The bedroom door opens and I wait. I hear him walk closer and soon his shoes are in my line of sight. His hand moves to my face and caresses my cheek pulling my chin up to meet his eyes. "You look beautiful princess. Did you miss Daddy today?"  "Of course."  His grip tightens on my chin.  "Of course, what darling?" I smile. "Of course, Daddy." "That's a good girl. Were you naughty today princess?" "Yes Daddy. I thought of you a lot today. You and your cock. The things I wanted you to do to me. It made me very wet." "Why don't you lie down baby girl. Show Daddy how good those thoughts made you feel." He moves to the chair in the corner of the room and sits. Eyeing me as I lie down on the bed.  "Spread your legs for me baby girl." I do.  "Mmm that's it. Now how did it feel thinking of Daddy's cock all day princess?" "Amazing. I'm so wet and turned on. I can feel my pulse between my legs. I just need you to touch me. Please Daddy." "In time love, for now I want to watch you. Show me what the thought of my cock does to you baby girl." I spread my legs further, placing my hands on my neck. I begin to caress myself. I move my hands from my neck to my chest. Massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples before moving them down my stomach and to my thighs. Hands shaking, I run them up and down my thighs. Moving closer to their insides, closer to my sex. I slide my hands between my legs, push against my sex and I quiver. I look into his eyes and he nods. Left hand toying with my nipple, I slide my right hand beneath my panties and begin to rub my clit. Instantly I throw my head back in pleasure. The feeling is unbelievable and knowing he is sitting just feet away watching me as I pleasure myself thinking only of him just intensifies every feeling.  I continue to rub, feeling my pleasure increase, my orgasm building slowly.  "Does that feel good princess?" He eggs me on.  "Mmm yes Daddy. So so good." "Harder princess. Rub harder." "Yes Daddy." And I do.  My orgasm begins to build quicker. I'm getting close. I can feel a warmth starting beneath my fingers and it spreads through me. Lighting a fire within me that I'm sure will split me in two. The muscles in my legs begin to tighten and I'm squirming. My breath is getting harder as the fire spreads. I'm getting close.  "Don't you dare cum baby girl. If anyone is going to make you cum, it will be me. Keep rubbing but slow down. And keep your eyes closed." I obey.  I can hear him moving. I've slowed down but the orgasm is still at bay. He slides his fingers through my hair, grabbing a fistful as he gets to the back of my head and he kisses me. It's a short kiss but so powerful. I whimper as he pulls away. Before I have time to react, a scarf is placed over my eyes and I'm blindfolded. He lands a kiss on my forehead and releases my hair. Trailing kissed across my chest as I continue to rub my clit.  He stands and I can hear him moving away from me, clothes rustling as he removes his shirt. I feel the bed dip as he sits on the bed at my feet and removes my heels. He takes my feet and places them on his lap, starting with the right foot, he begins to rub them. The comfort of the foot rub, the slight tickle and the fire waiting to burst within me, it's all driving me over the edge and my climax builds even more.  "Slow down darling. Not quite yet." He slides his hands up my leg to the top of my stockings. Unclasping them from my garter, he begins to slide them down very slowly, placing a kiss at the arch of each foot when they are removed.  "Would you like Daddy to take over now princess?" "God yes! Daddy please I need to feel you." "You've listened well tonight, I suppose you deserve a little of Daddy's attention. I'm going to take these panties off you baby girl. Then I want you to put your knees to your chest, arms presses against the sides of your calves. Do you understand baby?"  "Yes Daddy."  With my panties off, I lift my legs and hold my arms in place. I feel the slight scratch of rope as he begins to wrap it around each leg, securing my arms to my legs insuring I will not be able to move them, or lie my legs down. He then ties each ankle to the bed post. Spreading my legs even wider. Then I feel it. His breath on my thighs just before he begins to place kisses all over their insides.  When he stills, my breath catches and my heart is pounding. I yell out when I feel his hot, wet tongue slide from my asshole to my clit. And when he sucks my swollen bud into his mouth, my body stiffens.  "So wet and so sweet princess. Are you ready to cum?" "YES!! Yes Daddy please?! Please Daddy may I cum? I can't hold it Daddy please?" "Hold it." I bite my lip so hard I can taste a hint of blood and I hold it. But it builds. And builds. Like a balloon getting overfilled with water, it soon will burst.  "Cum for Daddy baby." And I do. The fire erupts from my clit to my toes and to my head. Legs shaking, eyes watering, my nails digging into the skin on my legs, I scream. He doesn't stop sucking my clit. And as my climax continues to erupt, he slips a finger into my soaking sex and beings pumping quickly. In and out prolonging my orgasm. As I begin to come down, he slides another finger inside of me and slows down his pace. When the shaking subsides, he removes his fingers from my peach and places them at my mouth.  "Taste what Daddy has done to you princess." I eagerly open my mouth and taste his fingers. I love tasting myself on him.  "Mmm Daddy's dirty little girl, huh?" With a smile on my face, fingers still in my mouth, I nod.  "Just the way I like her. Are you ready to taste daddy now princess?" "Mmm please Daddy." He pushes his fingers deeper into my mouth, making me gag and pulls them back out. Moving down the bed, he begins to untie my ankle, then my arms gently massaging them to assist with my blood flow. Still blindfolded, he takes hold of my hair and moves me off the bed and onto my knees. I slide my hands up his legs to his belt. My heart skips a beat as I remove it, handing it to him for later use. I undo his pants and slide them and his boxers down reaching for his cock as he kicks them the rest of the way off.  My stomach clenches as I wrap my hand around him feeling his girth. Mouth watering, I place a kiss on his swollen head, smiling at the feel of precum covering my lips as I snake my tongue out for a taste. His grip on my hair tightens and he pulls my head closer to him forcing his cock into my mouth. I gag as it reaches my throat but take it further anyway. Loving the feel of my throat wrapping itself around his head and shaft, him holding my head in place as his cock pulses within my mouth, and he moans in pleasure. Just as it begins to become too hard to breathe, he pulls out of my mouth only to start fucking it. Slowly at first, relishing in the warmth and wetness of my mouth, then faster. Using my hair to guide my head and my mouth, he moves inside of me harder. Moaning every time he slides down my throat. I can feel him swelling within me. Feel his orgasm approaching as he gets rougher and louder.  "Are you ready for Daddy's cum my little slut?" I nod.  "I want you to swallow every drop baby girl. One drop missed and you will be punished. Understood?" Again, I nod.  Tightening his grip on my hair he shoves his cock into my mouth and once again down my throat. With another squeeze and slight thrust he releases himself down my throat. Spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum squirting down my throat so fast I can't keep up. It gathers in my mouth and when he pulls himself out some drips out of my mouth, down my chin and onto my breasts.  My heart stops and I hear him.  "Tsk tsk tsk princess, you disobeyed. You know what this means. On the bed. Cheek to the sheets ass in the air." Heart racing, partly out of fear, mostly out of anticipation, I move.  I hear the metal of the belt clinking as he comes toward me. "We're going to do eight today darling. Are you ready to count?"  "Of course, Daddy." **SMACK** "1..."  **SMACK**  "2..."  **SMACK**  "3..."  **SMACK**  "4..."  **SMACK**  "5..."  **SMACK**  "6..."  **SMACK**  "7..."  **SMACK**  "8..."  My ass is on fire and I know I will have a problem sitting for a while, but I can feel my juices running down my leg and an insatiable need to be fucked growing within my stomach. He kisses my cheeks all over. Gently caressing me as he tells me what a good girl I am. He slips a hand between my legs and feels my wetness. "Are you ready for Daddy's cock love?" I nod and shake my ass. "Mmm quite the little slut are we princess?"  "Yes Daddy."  "Tell me who's slut you are baby. I want to hear it."  "Your slut Daddy, only yours." He takes hold of my pussy.  "This is MINE. Do you hear me? Mine. No one else's. Only mine."  "God yes Daddy, of course. Yours. Only yours!" Removing his hand, he slams into my opening. Taking hold of my hair again, he pulls me back to meet his thrusts. Getting harder and faster with each one. "Take your blindfold off baby and look at Daddy." I slide it off and turn around, looking him in the eye for only the second time since he came home. With his right hand in my hair, he places the thumb of his left at my ass, pushing gently at first, he works his way into my tight hole. As he starts moving his thumb in and out of my ass I feel another orgasm building and judging by the ferocity of his thrusts, I know he's close too. I begin to push myself against him even harder now. Feeling the full effect of his thickness as he continuously bottoms out inside of me. He removes his finger from my backside and wraps his arm around me in search of my clit, rubbing hard and fast when he reaches it.  "Cum for me princess." He whispers in my ear. And I do. I explode. Screaming his name as I reach my release. I can feel my muscles attacking him within me as he continues to pursue his own climax. My muscles milking his cock as he pulls out of me. With one final thrust, he bites into my shoulder and releases himself inside of me. He stays there for a beat before he gently releases my shoulder and pulls himself out of me, kissing my welted ass before I collapse to the bed.  He disappears for a second before returning with a hot towel and begins to wipe my legs and sex of the mixture of our juices. When I am clean to his satisfaction, he climbs into bed beside me pulling me to him, my back to his front, fingers gently brushing my hair and whispers, "Sweet dreams princess." And we drift to sleep. Lay claim "Ahh!" yelled Abby as her husband Shawn walked up her, bent over, wrapped an arm around her legs and threw her over his shoulder. "Where are you taking me?" she asked when he started to walk towards the stairs in their living room up to the second floor.  Shawn remained silent, listening to his wife squeak as he carried her to their bedroom. It had been a long day and Shawn, a 28-year old man whose cock seemed hell-bent on impregnating Abby, had not fucked her in over 48 hours; far too long for a man with his voracious sexual appetite. Once at the top of the stairs Shawn turned and started down the hallway to the bedroom, smiling when he heard Abby's excited "Oohhh" coming from behind him. Immediately after entering the room, Shawn tossed his wife on to the bed and took a second to admire her 5 foot frame, which made her D-cup tits seem much larger by comparison. As he quickly licked his lips as he prepared to ravage her body, Abby looked up at him and playfully asked "Are we going to take a shower?" "Yes" replied Shawn as he reached down and grabbed Abby by the back of her neck. "Yes we are." Shawn pulled Abby up into a sitting position and proceeded to rip her shirt off over the top of her head before untying her pants and shoving her back onto the bed. Obediently, Abby lifted her hips to help her husband remove her remaining clothes. Shawn smiled as he grabbed her pants with both hands, making sure her underwear were also in his grasp, and pulled them down over her legs before throwing them into a heap in the corner of the room. With his own shirt already off, Shawn unbuttoned his shorts as Abby started to sit back up. "I don't recall telling you to sit up." said Shawn as he used one hand to shove Abby back down on to the bed once more while removing his shorts with his other hand. Abby looked up at her husband standing over her then down at his hardening, now naked cock. "But this isn't showering..." Abby started to say as Shawn proceeded to climb onto the bed next to her, moving one hand under her head and the other between her legs. "Shut up" he said simply as he slid his fingers along the back of her head and up her scalp. Once he found what his instinct told him was the 'right' spot, Shawn grabbed a fist full of Abby's hair and pulled her head towards his, forcing their lips together as Abby struggled in vain to resist. Abby was accustomed to her husband's sexual onslaughts and liked to tease him, goading him on by resisting his attempts to have sex with her. This resistance took on many forms, from playful denials of interest in sexual activity to trying to turn and squirm away as he would touch and play with her body. She knew Shawn loved to dominate her every bit as much as she loved being dominated; resisting him and making him force her to have sex with him only made their encounters that much hotter.   While Shawn knew full well how Abby loved being forced to take his cock, he was a kind and respectful person and did not really want to hurt his wife's self-image or truly force her to do something she did not want to do. As a result, despite burning with desire to fuck her like a human cum-dumpster and force her to deep throat his cock as he fucked it with his 8 inch cock like a pussy, he had always resisted the urge. Today though, something was different. Shawn felt empowered to push the envelope and see how far he could go. With his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, Abby felt her husband's hand grab her knee and pull her legs apart, exposing her moistening pussy. Shawn's fingers then slid lightly up her inner thigh, sending tingling chills up her leg as he tickled her on his way to her hole. Slowly and lightly, his fingers circled her labia as he teased her, only occasionally grazing over her clit. Pulling her head tighter into his, Shawn laid his hand on top of her pussy so the tip of his middle finger was just outside her hole, then slid it just inside her. He slowly swirled his finger around in circles, collecting moisture from her and occasionally pressing harder against her g-spot, causing her to moan slightly into his mouth as he continued to aggressively make out with her. Once he was satisfied that his finger was wet enough, Shawn slid his hand up her pussy mound slightly so that the tips of his fingers were positioned directly over Abby's clit. Shawn pressed down into her mound on either side of her clit with his index and ring fingers, causing it to stick out, and began flicking it with his moist middle finger. Abby started writhing with pleasure; it felt very similar to her husband's tongue when he would eat her out. Abby started bucking harder and wilder as her husband's finger flicking her clit began to move faster and with increasing pressure. Once she started moaning louder into his mouth, Shawn started moving his hand in rhythm with his finger. Her clit burst with pleasure as it was massaged from both sides while still feeling like his tongue on the end, causing her to rocket closer and closer to cumming. Shawn pulled his head away from Abby's mouth while yanking down on her hair, causing her head to tilt back. "You really like this, don't you?" Shawn said. "You like it when I make you feel good like this?" he added as he turned his naked body around and threw his right leg over his wife's head, straddling her while continuing to rub her clit. Abby heard him but couldn't respond; all that came out of her mouth were moans and squeaks of pleasure. "Now it's time to make your husband feel good." Shawn lowered his hips so his cock was at the entrance to his wife's mouth and after taking a moment to relish in the tension and excitement, pushed the head of his cock inside. "Oh, damn" he exclaimed as Abby's tongue immediately began swirling around his cock, massaging every bit of it that was inside her mouth while she simultaneously sucked. "Fuck, that feels awesome." Shawn stopped massaging her clit. Up to this point, aside from throwing his wife over his shoulder and subsequently onto the bed, he had not strayed outside his comfort zone for their sexuality. Now was when he decided it was time to start pushing her, taking from her the pleasure he had always wanted to but hadn't. He always saw the two of them fundamentally as equals on all levels, even though he knew she wanted him to take more charge in the relationship. She had even told him so, though not in a strictly sexual sense. Abby had repeatedly told her husband how much she disliked having to make decisions and preferred him to just make them. Shawn had noticed this pattern quickly, but regularly encouraged her to stand up for her own interested and make her own decisions rather than be subservient to someone else's whims rather than take advantage of this to completely control his wife. He truly and deeply loved her, wanting only the best for her and having observed that others often took advantage of her sought to help build her up. Now that it seemed like she was generally reaching this point in her life, he felt like he could safety take her sexually the way he had always wanted to without risking her general resolve in life. One way in which he had resisted fucking her the way he wanted was orally. He wanted nothing more than to sink his cock balls deep into her mouth, but she always had difficulty deep throating his big dick. Today was the day to push it. And he did push it. Shawn slid the head of his cock out of his wife's mouth then pushed it back in to where he usually had stopped and started fucking her mouth at that depth. "Mmm, fuck yes." he said, savoring the pleasure of his wife's tongue massaging his cock. This had also generally been the extent of his dirty talk during sex, despite the far more depraved thoughts running though his head, but today was the day to push it. "I love fucking that dirty mouth of yours. Oh fuck, that fucking whore mouth feels so good on my cock." he added. Shawn could feel Abby moaning on his dick, encouraging him even more. "You want me to lick your pussy, you fucking whore?" In the past, Shawn had always eaten his wife out whenever he lied on top of her with his dick in her mouth. Since today was the day to push it, he was going to take whatever pleasure he wanted from her before giving her any of her own. "If you want that pussy licked you better suck that dick really good bitch. Fucking take that cock deep in your fucking mouth. Oh fuck, that's good. Fuck that whore mouth feels so good on my dick. Fuck, fuck, oh fuck yes. You better fucking pleasure your husband's cock with that mouth really fucking good if you want that pussy licked!" Abby, lying underneath her husband with his cock violating her mouth, was enthralled. Where was this all coming from? she wondered. She always wanted to please her husband, but now he was demanding it as his right. With her pussy aching to be licked Abby succumbed to her husband's commands as he started fucking his cock deeper into her mouth, past the point where he usually stopped; where her gag reflex usually kicked in. She relaxed and gave in to him, wanting only to make him happy. She felt his cock sliding through her mouth and into her throat, then back out, only to plunge back in again, over and over. "Oh Fuck!" Shawn practically yelled as he began shoving his cock deeper into his wife's mouth than he'd ever managed before. Sliding from her mouth into her throat was ecstatic. The feeling her of tongue sliding over his shaft and she sucked and swallowed his dick easily rivaled the way her pussy felt when he fucked it. Looking down, he could see that he still wasn't all the way in, but seeing her head tilted back with only an inch or two of his cock sticking out of her mouth as he repeatedly fucked it added a whole extra level to the already awesome feeling of his wife's throat as it spasmed around his rock hard cock. "Fucking god, that fucking whore mouth feels so fucking good! You're such a dirty little fucking slut. Look at you, with your fucking mouth getting plowed by my big dick. Fucking take that cock deep in your little fuck slut mouth. You're my little fuck slut, and I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are. God fucking damn." Shawn slid back to the tip, letting Abby massage his head with her tongue, before sliding all the way in and burying his cock all the way into her throat and leaving it there. "Holy fucking shit. What a fucking whore!" he yelled at Abby as he felt her gagging, spasming throat massaging the length of his cock. It felt fucking incredible. He loved every second of it as he used his wife like his personal whore, fucking her mouth for his pleasure and his alone as he forced her to service him. It was a huge rush, dominating her completely and reducing her to his fuck toy. He left his cock buried down her throat until he was satisfied with her submission to his violation of her, then pulled out so she could breathe, and started fucking her mouth with the entire length of his dick. "Fuck, you're such a good fucking whore. You really can pleasure your husband's cock. Keep this up and I'll have to fucking devour your cunt." Hearing her husband's pleasure as he used her mouth like a fuck sleeve for his pleasure make Abby's pussy so wet it was dripping down her thighs. She desperately wanted his tongue on her clit, but the only way that was going to happen was if she kept deep throating his dick. She wanted to be the best whore she could and completely opened her throat for him to use and abuse. She felt one of her husband's hands reach down and grab the back of her neck as he started to thrust into her mouth harder with his entire dick. Her gag reflex was going crazy, but she desperately needed him to lick her pussy and there was no way he would do that if she stopped him or threw up, so she held it back like a good whore. "Fuck yes" she heard her husband say and without warning her clit erupted in pleasure as she felt his mouth clamp down around it, his tongue rapidly flicking over it roughly. He continued his penetration of her throat as he licked her, moving his head from side to side as he did. With his tongue moving up, down and side to side over her little knob she felt him fasten his lips around it and start sucking too. "Uuuhmmm... Ohhhh" Abby started moaning audibly around her husband's cock, increasing his pleasure even more. This gave him even more encouragement. He started fucking her mouth faster, relishing the combined feelings of her moans and her throat spasming around his cock each time he buried it balls deep in her mouth. "Fuck, you really are a fucking whore. You love this, you love having your fucking whore mouth fucked by my big cock like this. Oh fuck, keep making my cock feel like this, you fuck slave" Shawn yelled coming up from her clit. He was letting go of his last restraints as he plunged back down on her clit, positioning his face so his nose was rubbing the opening of her hole as he went back to lapping up her clit.   Abby felt an incredible sensation as her orgasm was got closer and closer. She was her husband's personal fuck bitch for him to take any way he wanted, when ever he wanted it. The feeling in her clit was amazing as she gave herself completely to the man who owned her. "Ohhh, OHHHHH! MMMMMM Yes!" Abby started yelling, opening her mouth as she started to shake, shiver and explode as she came, swept away by her orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed over her as she writhed about, loving every second of her husband's onslaught of her mouth, pussy and clit. Her pussy contracted around Shawn's nose, pushing it out of her hole as her whole body seized up. "Cumming is no excuse not to keep sucking my dick, you fucking whore." Shawn was pleased that his wife was cumming as hard as it felt like she was, but she was his fuck slave and her primary duty was to service him. Not wanting to displease him, Abby quickly wrapped her lips back around his cock and started licking the length of his shaft again. Shawn stopped stimulating his wife's clit and went back to focusing on his own pleasure, deciding to punish her for her momentary lapse. "A good wife puts her husband's pleasure first, cunt. You are my wife and my fuck slave. I expect you to keep sucking me and pleasuring me with your mouth as long as I want to fuck your face. You got that, bitch?" Shawn looked down and watched the wonderful sight of his cock disappearing down Abby's throat as he plunged in, pulled out and shoved himself deep inside her again, thinking only of how good this made him feel to completely fuck his slave. Her obedience and willingness to service him turned him on even more. He watched his cock as he pulled out to the tip, then slowly slid all 8 inches back down her throat and left it there. "Good slaves never stop pleasuring their masters, no matter what. You need to learn that. Fucking pleasure my cock. Gag on it. Fuck yes, fucking make it feel soooo fucking good." He left his cock buried in her throat for about 30 seconds as she started to spasm and shake all over, running out of air. Shawn had never felt anything like this in his life before - forcibly taking from his wife's mouth all the pleasure he could from her suffering. After what felt like an eternity without air, gagging on her husband's cock as he held it in her throat, Abby finally felt Shawn withdraw from her mouth. She looked at him as he turned around and roughly grabbed her by the throat. "Good fucking girl," he said to her as he forcibly kissed her. She felt relieved that he approved of her cock sucking. She was worried that he would be displeased since he hadn't cum. Without taking his hand off her throat Shawn slammed his wife back down onto the bed, grabbed her by the shoulder with his other hand, positioned himself between her legs and rammed his cock into her pussy in one thrust. "Hhhmmpff" was all she could say as her husband choked her. "Oh fuck, that's good." Shawn said as he started to saw himself in and out of her little slit. He put his other hand on her throat and wrapped them all the way around it, tightened his grip and started using his hold on her to slam her down onto his cock as he thrust up into her. "Oh yes, what a good little fuck slave. I love fucking using you like this, like the cheap dirty whore you are. My personal little fucking whore." Shawn relished in the feeling of using his wife like an inanimate object, slamming her dripping wet pussy down onto his cock over and over by the throat. Abby loved it too. She loved it when her husband just took charge and fucked her how he wanted. She was his, all she ever wanted was to be his and to make him happy. She couldn't help but cum over and over on his cock as he used her for his pleasure. She couldn't even think - she was in pure heaven. "Holy shit, you fucking love this!" Shawn exclaimed as he looked at his wife's face and saw one of the biggest smiles he had ever seen as he made her into his personal pleasure toy. He slid one of his hands up through her hair and grabbed a fist full while moving his other hand to the center of her throat, pushing down as he choked her. He leaned in closer to her. "Is this what you fucking want? Do you want me to grab you, throw you down and fuck you like a cheap fucking whore? Do you want to be my personal little fucking fuck slave? I'll do it, I'll turn you into my own little toy to use and fuck however, whenever and wherever I fucking want. You're fucking mine and you love it. You better get used to this you fucking cunt. Your my slave now, I own you. I own that tight little pussy of yours and that nasty fucking mouth." This was almost too much for Abby. It was like her husband had finally read her mind and said everything she wanted. She couldn't tell him herself - she was a good girl; good girls don't do these things, but being used as her husband's personal sex slave was an amazing feeling. She completely surrendered to him. "Tell me your my little fucking whore. Tell me you're my personal sex slave," she her her husband order her. She couldn't respond; she was paralyzed by the wonderful pulsating pleasure wracking its way through her body. She felt his grip on her neck tighten as he pulled back on her hair even more. It hurt sooo good. "I want to hear you say it." His mouth was right next to her ear now. "Say you're my fucking whore." "I'm.. your fucking whore." Abby finally managed to say. "Yes, you're my fucking whore, my fucking bitch, and I'm gonna fuck you like it." Shawn grunted into her ear. She felt him use his grip on her hair to pull her off his cock and slam her back down onto it. She shuddered and her pussy clamped down around his cock as she came again. Shawn felt his wife's cunt gripping his cock like a vice. He should have claimed her has his fuck toy long ago, he thought as he continued to pile drive himself into her. He could feel his dick slamming into the back of her pussy. That was one thing he loved about his wife's pussy that made it better than any other pussy he'd ever fucked - it was the perfect size for his cock. When he slammed it all the way in he could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her cunt hole. At a slight angle he could hit her cervix and push slightly into her uterus. He loved dumping his loads of cum directly into her uterus, and it drove her wild when he did.   Shawn took his hand off Abby's neck and wrapped it under the small of her back, then he lifted her up off the bed so she was suspended in the air like the fuck toy she was and started fucking her entire body onto his dick. This gave him a great angle to plunge his cock into her cervix. "AHHH! FUUUUU....UCK! YES!" Abby yelled as she felt her husband's cock slamming into her repeatedly. "Fuck yes, you're my fucking sex slave and I'm going to treat you like one, cunt!" Shawn yelled at her as he slammed her harder and harder. "I'm gonna fucking cum in you and dump all my fucking cum into that tight little cunt hole!" It was fucking awesome to cum in his new slave as he degraded her, making her into the cunt she was, good for nothing but pleasuring his cock. Shawn slammed his new slave down one more time, making absolutely sure to get every bit of the length of his raging dick buried inside of her tight cunt hole as he could. He was able to get the head of his cock past the cervix, which gripped his cock like a pussy within a pussy, milking him completely dry and he shot rope after rope of his hot sperm into her womb. He shuddered as he tilt his head back, eyes closed, moaning loudly as he was swept away by the sensation. They stayed like that for over a minute as their climaxes subsided. Shawn relaxed and his wife fell to the bed. He reached over and grabbed one of the hand rags they kept by the side of the bed for this sort of occasion, taking time to make out in the process as he slowly withdrew his still hard cock. He pulled his head back from hers and slapped her cheek as he grabbed her face with his free hand. "You're fucking mine now," he said with a big grin on his face. Abby looked up submissively into his eyes with her own smile on her face. He was right, she was his, and she couldn't have been happier. Bow or Kneel  Stephanie sat back down at her desk after another long day. Looking at the mounds of paperwork that await her weary eyes. Her voice was tired, and her body ached from her work managing the small factory. Playing back the day in her head slowly as always to make sure she did not forget anything of importance that needs to be done before leaving for the day. "Ugh!" she grunted in frustration. "Running this factory properly is becoming so mundane." It had become so natural to be in charge, giving orders out, but having to answer the same questions every day was wearing her young soul thin. On this day, Stephanie once again found herself in front of her computer, finishing her paperwork for the week, just like she had in every other week since she had taken charge of the company. She glanced up at the screen and noticed a pop-up ad for an online personals service. "Hmmm. I wonder if I could meet someone real through a website like that." She sighed and decided against clicking on the banner. "I am so tired of being in charge of everything," she thinks, as she signs more documents on her desk. "I really need to find a place where no one knows me and where I'm not responsible for every single thing that happens." Stephanie finished her last few tasks and prepared to turn off her computer, but she glanced at the monitor before closing the window. A new ad had appeared, different from the first. She read it carefully, gaining interest with each word: TIRED OF BEING IN CONTROL? WANT TO LET GO? DON'T LOOK ANY FURTHER! YOU WILL FIND IT HERE! Stephanie could not believe her eyes. "Is this what I am looking for?" she asked herself. She had no choice -- she clicked on the ad with hardly a moment of hesitation. The ad had drawn her to it for a reason she could not explain. "Maybe there, I can let go of my control and someone else can make all the hard choices." She got out of her chair for a moment, walked to her private bathroom, and stood still as she looked into the mirror. "I used to think I was attractive but I've lost that glow somewhere along the way." Stephanie knew her appearance was still very arousing to most, but it fell well short of what it had been. "I'm still young. Where did my glow disappear to?" She looked at herself closely. Her breasts were still voluptuous and perky. She opened her suit jacket and unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse. The curves were just right; she stepped back and admired them. "Mmm, I still have a tight body, even if no man has touched it in so long." Stephanie rubbed over her ample breasts and felt her nipples becoming aroused as she touched them through her shirt and bra. She bit her bottom lip and glided her hand down her flat stomach. Her womanhood ached badly as her touch approached. "I haven't let a man touch me in so long. Dating is so much trouble. I wish I could just let go and let someone else make their demands clear to me." Her hand stopped over her pleasure zone and pulled her skirt up, revealing a garter belt and a pair of black panties that fit her shaved womanhood perfectly. Stephanie ran a finger under her panties, tormenting herself slightly as she watched it move in the mirror. The motion brought some life to her body. She knew now that she had to go to that site and seek out a different lifestyle. She let out a sigh and brought her hand back to her side. She took a final look at her stern, worn expression and knew she had to make a change now before she could lose her courage. She walked back to her desk and opened the website. The site seemed to be out of her comfort zone, but for some reason she could not leave. She read over all the information and decided to move forward. She felt her body reacting to every word she read. "I think that I need this very, very badly." Her pulse heightened as she filled out her information. "I've never let anyone command me before but I need a release." Her eyes lit up as she discovered that a Dominant man might select her from her profile within a week. Her heart raced faster: "I know that I want this, but there are so many questions I want to ask." Her mind flew to all the possible consequences of her naive choice to let someone control her. Once her profile was complete, Stephanie decided to check back everyday for a response. Feeling that she had been descriptive enough, she saved her profile and closed the site quickly before she could change her mind. "Well, that's done. I can always ignore any responses and just forget about it." She knew in the back of her mind that nothing would be further from the truth. She needed this experience of release to bring her soul back to life. As Stephanie turned off the light in her office, she realized that she has made a huge change in her life with just one click on an online ad. "I guess important things pop up in our faces when we least expect them." On Monday morning she entered the factory building for the start of another typical week. She wore her usual work attire -- a dress suit and her hair done up in a bun, all very professional. But on this day ... she was excited. She hadn't checked the website at all over the weekend and could not wait to look. "Okay, maybe a quick glance. No harm in that." Her heart was racing, and she felt very nervous for the first time in years. She walked into her office and told her secretary to hold all calls. As she slid into her chair, she marveled that someone like her could actually be drawn to this type of lifestyle. She had always thought of herself as so in control, but she felt inexplicably drawn to this, and all the research she had carried out that weekend confirmed her interest. Her hands were in knots as she found her way back to the site. She saw that she already had several responses to her ad. "Wow, I didn't think I'd get one, let alone this many." She read over them all and stopped at one that struck her eye. She reread it twice and knew it was Him. He did not ask any personal questions but simply requested a meet. He offered a legally binding contract for one or more nights with her. The conditions stated that he would be the one to dominate her fully. She became so nervous and excited, and her heart beat so fast that she could barely reply to him. She felt parts of her body awakening that she has not felt since high school. "This is so different! I feel like a teenager going on her first blind date." She composed a reply knowing that the final decision would rest with him: if he thought she could handle him, she would receive the contract in the mail within a day for her to sign and have notarized. She hurriedly finished up and turned her focus to her factory. Once she regained her composure, she began her mundane routine for the day. She was sitting at her desk that afternoon, going over her notes, when she heard her secretary accepting another package from the messaging service. "Ugh," she thought. "More paperwork to fill out again." Her secretary handed her the envelope. She opened it and quickly rushed her secretary out of the office as she recognized what she held in her hand. "Wow, this was quicker than I expected." There it was -- the contract, already notarized on his side. He outlined every detail in the text, and her heart raced as she read them. She felt herself glowing at the clarity and directness of his demands. There was no guessing involved. "I knew he was the one for me," she thought. She felt a nervous excitement building within her. She quickly signed her half before she could change her mind, and she called her secretary Derek, in to have it notarized it. Fortunately, the secretary was her best and most trustworthy employee. She knew the contract wouldn't draw any attention and would be treated as private. She placed the contract back in the envelope and sealed it quickly with her shaking hands, handing it to her secretary and telling her to rush it. She wanted to eliminate every possibility that she might back out of the thrilling arrangement she had just made for that Friday night, at a well-known hotel. Yet, her palms were sweating so much that afternoon that she excused herself from a meeting early, for the first time in years, because her mind kept racing over what she had committed to doing. "I must be crazy. Why did I rush into this? What's going tohappen to me? I know that everything was laid out perfectly, but what happens if either of us breaks the contract?" Her heart was racing in anticipation already, and it was only Monday. The week seemed to drag by, and her stomach was in knots on Friday morning. She kept asking herself what she had gotten into. She hid most of the day in her office, too nervous to be around anyone. She told her secretary that she wasn't feeling well and that she would do all business by phone. Her body felt impossibly excited and unstable. Her heart kept fluttering, racing at one moment and calming down the next. Her voice even started crackling slightly. "It's a good thing I told everyone I was not well. At least they'll have an explanation for why I am acting off today." She could not watch the clock on the wall anymore; it seemed that time was crawling forward at a snail's pace. She would look up every minute, waiting for five o'clock to come. The closer it got, the more she perspired and felt surges of nervous arousal. Her breasts felt constricted in her bra as they became swelled in anticipation of tonight's events, and her thong became noticeably moist from being so aroused. "I have never felt like this over anyone, and I haven't even met this guy." She finished her paperwork and returned to the internet to research her new lifestyle, much as she had throughout the week, eager to learn how to please her new master better. She absentmindedly reached to touch herself but remembered her master's one request of no pleasure before their meeting. "I don't know if he would know, so I better stop now before I reach the point of no return." She glanced up and saw it was finally time. "I need to go and prepare myself for tonight." This was the first Friday that she was leaving with everyone else in months. She hurriedly vacated her office, avoiding conversation with any of her employees. "I hope no one realizes that I'm not sick," she thought. "I don't want anyone to realize that their strong leader needs to be dominated by a stranger in order to finally let my soul live fully again." Arriving home from work earlier than normal, she knew she had to prepare herself fully for what lay ahead. She went over the list several times, rereading it carefully to imprint on her mind his requests for their encounter. She took a shower and washed, again avoiding the temptation to pleasure herself as he had demanded. She realized suddenly that using her personal name was a good thing: "Even if something goes wrong, he can't ruin my good name at all." She finished her shower and stepped out carefully, examining herself in the mirror to admire the slight glow forming already from anticipation of tonight's events. Her nipples were already erect, and her shaved womanhood throbbed slightly. Concerns of what might transpire tonight continued to flash occasionally across her mind. She rubbed her nipple lightly, knowing that she was not meant to do it but unable to stop herself from some pleasure. She watched in the mirror as her nipple hardened under her delicate fingers. "I am not supposed to do this, but the nervousness turns me on so much for some reason." She stopped herself quickly and began to dress. She applied small amounts of the perfume that he has requested and no make up. She left her hair down for the first time in years, allowing her long blonde hair to lay perfectly on her shoulders. She looked into her eyes and noticed they looked more hazel than normal. She smiled at the changes the event had already created in her. She glanced once more at the clock and rushed to finish her preparations. When she arrived at the hotel, she received her keycard immediately. "Wow, he prepaid for the hotel room and everything!" she thought. She walked slowly to her room carrying the overnight bag he had requested. She felt her hands getting sweaty as she reached for the door handle. She took a deep breath and exhaled: "This is the night." She slid the card in the door lock and entered, recognizing right away that she was the first to arrive. She went straight to the bathroom and slipped out of her clothes and into the pink baby-doll nightie he had commanded. Looking in the mirror at herself, it seemed as though she could see her heart throbbing though her chest. "I have never looked so beautiful as I do right now." She was fixing her hair in the mirror when she heard the door open. "He is there now, the man who is going to dominate me and make me beg for climax." She stepped quietly into the main room. Fearful of meeting his gaze, she moved closer and knelt before him. "I am ready to serve and please only you, master," she said slowly, hoping that the gesture would please him. She kept her head bent as she awaited his response. She shook slightly with the tension of the moment, and her heart raced. "I wonder what he looks like," she thought, as she suddenly realized how little she knew of him. After standing there for what seemed like hours, he finally spoke to her: "Remember! I told you not to speak at all to me until the end, slave." She winced as he grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her head back. She closed her eyes from the humiliation and pain. As she reopened them slowly, she tried to focus her eyes on him standing before her. She could make out that he was tall and very strongly built. She could not see any details of his face since the light was in her eyes. She felt his hand over her throat as he rubbed along her jaw line lightly. He told her, "I do not want to hear another word from you until the end. Understand me?" She nodded her head yes, surrendering to his deep and demanding voice. Her nipples became erect, and she felt her womanhood moistening right from his first command. He walked around her again and commanded her to stand: "Stand up straight and lift your head to the ceiling, slave." She obeyed his command right away. As he walked around her, she could feel her heart racing as she thought of what he might do to her in this position. "What am I going to do if he hurts me? What was my safety word? What have I gotten myself into?" Just then she felt a sharp pain on her left ass cheek. She held still as a matching pain throbbed from her right ass cheek. "Oh my. What is going on?" she asked herself. Her body was somehow aware of the pain but only pleasure reached her mind. He returned to the front of her, and she felt his breath as he stood near. All of a sudden, she felt a soft, smooth cloth over her face. Her body trembled at the unexpected sensation. She felt him tightening it over her eyes. "You will remain blindfolded as I requested," said her master in a demanding tone. She bit her bottom lip, concealing it still from view so it wouldn't be noticeable that she was trembling. She listened closely as she heard him move around the room. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to what felt like the middle of the room. She heard him moving something metal back and forth. All of sudden she felt the cold, hard metal against her skin. He dragged it up from her knee to her thigh. She heard a cutting sound and realized that he was cutting her clothes off of her. She trembled more as he disrobed her totally. His voice sounded delighted: "Slave, you are very beautiful." She smiled slightly, taking pleasure in his approval of her body. She felt his hands examining her body carefully and at times roughly. She felt his warm breath on her breasts a moment before he bit her nipples. Her womanhood began to flow with excitement as he took his pleasure from her breasts. The next moment, she felt something being rammed into her wet, tight pussy. "What was that?" she thought. She jumped and shuddered slightly from the sudden penetration. His voice became stern as he hissed at her: "Slave, you are not allowed to move." To emphasize the point, he pinched her nipple hard. The pain was immense, and her nipple throbbed. Once again, though, she felt her body reacting with pleasure instead fear. She now knew it was a finger that had violated her so. As his finger rubbed around inside the wet, narrow channel of her pussy, she held back her moans. He pinched her nipples repeatedly, making them harden into stiff little points. Her heart raced as his thumb rubbed over her clit, and her body shifted slightly against her will. She knew that he noticed. His hand swiftly left her pleasure zone, and he brought it down firmly across her ass. She shivered and felt the hand rising off her now very red ass. "I better not do that again or he will make my punishment worse," she thought.   He grabbed her breasts hard and pulled her down to her knees. His voice was a hiss: "You will not move unless I give you permission, slave!" She lowered her head in resignation as he talks. She felt him close to her face. His demand had been made clear to her; she stayed still waiting for his command. "See what your body has done to me already," he said as she felt him slap her across the face with his hard cock. Her body tingled with excitement from his cock slapping her hard. She felt him withdraw and move to her side. She momentarily grasped at her dangling large breast and cupped it, giving it a gentle squeeze. "My breasts will never be the same," she thought. Her body was already weakened and begging for release. She heard his breath speeding up as he rubbed her breast with something that seemed simultaneously soft and hard. She knew it was his large, hard cock head. She bit her lip again as he took enjoyment from her body. Her tiny, moist pussy throbbed from all the excitement. He spoke roughly to her, "Slave, you will cum for me hard when I tell you to." She was bewildered by his command but determined to try to follow it to her fullest. She felt his hand on her clit as he moved back to the front of her. "Take your master cock in your mouth now, slave," she heard him say. She opened her mouth and felt him thrust his evidently very large, hardened cock into her mouth. He forced it down her throat until the base of his shaft slammed into her lips hard. She gagged violently as his hard cock hit the back of her neck, and her throat was tight around his girth. He held his cock there, choking off her air and keeping her from breathing. She stayed still, knowing that he would remove it soon. He pinched her clit hard and started shifting it all around as he slid his massive cock in and out of her mouth. She felt as if she was about to come all over his hand. Her body swayed as he roughly violated her clit in ways she had never felt before. She heard him moan out, suddenly and loudly: "Good slave!" She felt his hard, thickly cock pulsating in her mouth and filling her throat, making her choke on his load as it spurted down her gullet. She rammed his cock as hard as she could into her mouth and held it even tighter as the last few bits spurted out in thick strings of cum. She hoped that she had pleased him fully. She felt her own body eager for release. He suddenly ceased the torment on her clit and moved around behind her. She bit her bottom lip, still tasting his cum coating her mouth. "Is he going to let me release?" She wondered. His voice became softer as he spoke to her this time: "Slave, I command you to cum now." He slammed three fingers into her tight wet pussy, making her sensitive spot tremble and pulsate as he pinched her clit hard once more. She bit down on her bottom lip hard, and she felt her body obeying his command as she climaxed all over his fingers. Her juices flowed, and her body shook from the long-awaited arrival of his commanded pleasure. He felt her release her own orgasm and told her softly: "That is a good slave." He moved across the room as she sat there waiting for his next command. She felt alive and vigorous again as she held her position, awaiting his command. He finally spoke to her: "Crawl to the bathroom and dress yourself and remove that blindfold so that you can properly meet your master when you return. I put your clothes back in there." She followed his commands to the letter. She stood up in the bathroom and removed her blindfold. She looked into the mirror at her naked, used body. She was flushed, her nipples bright pink and hard but very beautiful. She turned her body slightly and looked at her shining red ass. "Oh my, he left welts of pleasure," she observed to herself. Her hands touched over them lightly, and she now felt the pain sear through her. She smiled, knowing that she had earned them. She slipped on her panties and pants first, feeling her stinging ass warming them. She pulled on her bra slowly and as the material brushed against her nipples, she felt a slight twinge of pain from all the pinching. "I will wear my marks with pride," she said to herself. "Pain is nothing compared to the joy of pleasing him." She put her shirt back on and took a final look in the mirror. Her glow had returned, and she held her suddenly youthful head high. She moved toward the bathroom door, awaiting his next command as she returned to her knees. She opened the door slowly and listened for his next command. She knew that she was going to meet him fully in a moment. Her heart raced even more as she realized that she did not even know his true name. She had never bothered to ask for it. She even signed the contract without looking. "I was so excited that I do not even know my master's name. What am I going to do?" she asked herself. He spoke to her again firmly, "We are done. You may rise and meet with your eyes, slave." She did as commanded and stood, keeping her head lowered. His hand met her chin and raised her head to meet his eyes. She looked into his eyes, so familiar. She waited for a moment, letting her thoughts catch up to what she saw. Her eyes widened, and she felt her knees go weak. She faintly whispered to him, "But...But...You couldn't be." Her mind went fuzzy, and she felt herself getting weaker. His arms came around her tightly. He whispered in her ear gently, "I knew it had to be you from the description of yourself. I had no choice but to be the one that released you." Her heart racing fast, he held her even tighter. Stephanie spoke softly, "But why did you not tell me before?" He replied sweetly to her, "That, my lady, is none of your business. This is my private life." She smiled and blushed. She thought to herself, "How could I have missed this part of Derek?" She looked deep into his eyes, seeing his pleasure at her surprise and at the pleasure of her body. "What are we going to do now?" she asked almost inaudibly. "Well, you are my slave and I am your master until further notice, as my contract stated. I will want you when I want you. You are mine to pleasure and to get pleasure from," he responded. She now remembered the contract stating that. She blushed at the excitement that had led her to just sign it without thinking of all the complications that it might bring her. She looked at Derek and smiled as she said, "Well, when we are at work, you will still be my secretary as usual, and I will command you there." He pulled her to him, kissing her wildly and passionately. She knew that her choice of lifestyle change had brought her even more pleasure than she expected. She did not care where it led anymore. He was in total control of them both now. As he broke the kiss, he looked at her hungrily again. His tone became severe once again as he spoke back to her: "You will spend the night with your master as commanded in the contract." He winked then and whispered to her this time, "Maybe as lovers, though." She smiled and closed her eyes, as he pulled her back in for a tender kiss that only a lover would give. Publication Date: November 2nd 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-lycan.666

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ladydelight L.D.Manning Punish Me With Ecstasy 2 Part 2: The Sentence Part 2: The Sentence Here she was on her hands and knees . . . Like she should be . . . Her body not ready for him, not how he needed her body to be. He needed her wetter, wilder. He needed her to completly lose control. Needed her to give herself over to him completely. Her backside was smooth and looked beautiful, the small tattoo of the five pointed star sat just under her neck right against her spine. It made his cock pulsate with the need to run his tongue over the lovely dark magic symbol. Bending over her soft willing form, the demon lifted Angara’s leg, revealing her steaming pussy. It called out to him, and he was all too willing to reply. “Your master is hungry. Do you want to feed me slave? . . . Hmm? I don’t understand when you don’t speak up . . . Say it, say it out loud.” As if an arrow were shooting from her mouth, Angara bellowed out. “Yes I want to feed you.” Giving a soft smile to himself the demon blew cool air on her little pussy, making her body tighten as little sensations came from her cunt. “And what will you feed me, baby.” Slowly licking his lips, his hunger growing stronger. “Pussy, I want to feed you my pussy.” Her pussy flexed as she tried to move it closer to his face, but he held back prolonging her suffering, enjoying it. But not even he could hold himself back from her wet ecstasy, as the sweet smell of her desire moved over him. With a slow ease to him, the demon ran his tongue from her clit to the tip of her ass, she tasted of dark magic and lust, his favorite. Angara let out a low sigh of pleasure as she felt the wet tongue slide into her pussy, this time making wave after wave of shivering pleasure hit her whole body as he fucked her slowly with his pink tongue. Faster and faster he went, his lips sucking hard on her sensitive clit, making her jump with surprise, as he added a finger with his tongue. Using his thumb to roll her clit, the demon pumped her tight little pussy hole harder, adding one more finger as her hungry heat became wild. Her head flew back in overfilling enchantment as she became pure pleasure in his strong arms, a being without thought. “Are you ready for your master slave?” Her hands were shaky, and her mouth opened to answer yet nothing came out. He loved and despised it. “Answer your master.” As if gasping for air, Angara cried. “Yes, yes master fuck me, do me now!” He quickly moved to her opening, then pushing his hard cock into her soft welcoming pussy. Her head fell to the cold ground as she felt the bigger than normal cock enter her from behind. A Soft cry escaped her as he pushed deeper. Her inner walls, closing in around him and making her moan and bite her bottom lip. He wasn’t completely in her, but she already felt full, not knowing if she could take any more. Angara started to move away from him, her pleasurable moans slowly becoming more painful. Not ready to let her go, the demon grabbed her by the hair and forced her back to his chest as he sat up, his cock going deeper. She gave another cry, tears burning her eyes. “Ah how tight and small you are.” His laugh was a demonic chill of ice that poured over her as he spoke. “I’m going to enjoy opening this pussy up.” Again he pushed deeper until there was nothing but his balls that laid outside her body. She whimpered from the pain of his monstrous cock, screeching and pulling her apart. Gasps of air left her as he drew out and then heaved back in. It was a lovely sound to his ears, her painful pleasure echoing around them, moving them into their own dominion. “You like that it hurts you. You like that your master gets pleasure from it . . . Oh . . . My little slutty slave.” Clawing and moaning at the ground, Angara moved into his every thrust, her body rising higher with waves of pleasure he sent into her body with each blow he gave. His hand gripped the back of her head, tightly pulling her up higher so that they were upright on their knees his hand across her chest gripping her nipples. Angara moaned at the new angle, making him go even deeper into her cunt. The demon’s tail slid in front of her and vibrated on her clit. Angara had never felt so much pleasure in her life. Never had a man surrounded her like he did. He was everywhere: hand painfully in her hair, his other hand feeling on her breast pleasantly. He was too many places to name, her body a overloading mask of pleasure. Angara came with a silent scream letting the pleasure shatter her body and reform her mind, into nothing more then a moment of utter dark lust. Her hands digging into his arms as her life’s energy left her body and entered his. Instantly she became sleepy, her eyes beginning to close. She was dying and she knew it. She always knew but that did not stop the satisfaction from covering her face as her soul slowly walked from her body. “Oh no, no, no you’re not going anywhere. You are now my slave.” Reaching out with cold fingers, the demon took hold of her soul and he put it back into her body. Angara screamed, her body in excruciating pain. She could feel but she could not see or hear. It was even hard to think. Why was this happening? How was this happening? Then just when she thought she would go mad from the pain, the taste of blood filled her mouth, stopping the pain and making it easier to think, see, and hear. The demon was standing over her now, her chains gone. The smile that played on his face sent shivers up her spine, as his cock sat up in front of her face. “Tell me how do dark witches get more power.” His unworldly power showed through his voice now. Undoing her mind and soul. Without even thinking twice about disobeying him, Angara answered: “By taking it from a demon in a circle of salt.” “And how many have you taken.” Tears filled her eyes as she answered, “four.” That smile on his face somehow grew darker, his cock pushing its way into her mouth and making her take his thrust as his hand moved in her hair. His nails dug into her scalp making her look up into his glowing red eyes. “Yes and you took my power and I have taken it back . . . I have made you my soul slave." A soul slave cannot leave its body to pass to the afterlife, and it needs the blood of the demon that controls it. The only way out is if the demon dies or willingly releases them, which they never do. “Now beg your master for forgiveness.” He pumped harder into her soft little mouth, not once did her body refuse him. The sound of her muffled pleas rang beautifully in his ear. After Lucifer climaxed he took his new toy down to hell where she would repay the power she took from his demons for four years. Text: ladydelight aka ladydeligh Editing: Persona All rights reserved. Publication Date: March 8th 2021 https://www.bookrix.com/-ladydeligh

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Newwriter Dream Come True (Adults Only) Chapter One I try to have a diverse group of people of a different race in my work Britt Noels was five foot six with a light mocha skin tone, firm tight average sized breasts, and a slim figure. She didn't have the figure that all the black men craved. Maybe that is why she didn't bother even trying to go out of her way to get one to notice her or it could be that damn crush she had on her seventh grade teacher that didn't go away. She wanted him to be the one to fuck her and take her virginity. Which is way she made a vow that when she turned eighteen she would seek him out and see if she could make that happen. Years later she is now eighteen and is now going to put her plan into motion. Gray Amorosa was six foot one, all white American male, ex-marine,with a wife that he loved dearly. He was pushing near thirty five. He was a science teacher at the junior high school and the coach for the high schools girls cross country team. He knew Britt from her taking his science class back in junior high. As she ran around the track he couldn't help but notice the way her chest went up and down. He immediately shook his head and got back down to business. This was the last day of tryouts for the team and so far he was glad with the results. "Okay girls you can stop. You all did a good job for the day and I am proud to say you all made the team. Now hit the lockers and get changed tomorrow we are going to go at it again." Gray said. He watched as the girls all clapped and made their way to the locker rooms to shower and change out of their dirty clothes. "Thanks for letting me join the team." Britt said as she walked over to him. They were the only ones out there on the track. The sun was going down low. "Yea. Britt you earned it." "That 's good to know." "Hit the showers it's almost time for your ride to be here. You don't want them waiting all night for you do you." "No I don't." Britt took off running to the locker room. There was no way she could go through with it. What would he do? Would he fuck the shit out of her virgin pussy like she dreamed about or turn her away? She was afraid that he would do just that and turn her away. Hell would he even fuck with someone like her of a different race. __________ Britt made sure to take her sweet time in the locker to the point where by the time she was done the locker room was deserted. As she opened the door to the locker room she came face to face with Gray. "Oh I didn't think anyone else was in there. I was just about to lock the door." Gray said as he step back to let her get by. He couldn't help but notice the hard nipples poking out of her white tank top. Britt made sure not to put back on her bra nor any panties under the mini skirt she wore. If he was willing to fuck her she wanted nothing to get in his way. "I hope everyone didn't leave yet." Britt said in a devastated tone. "Yea they did. Amy was the last person to leave." He said as he closed the locker room door and locked it. "Crap." Britt said. "What's wrong?" Gray said as he looked up at her face not waiting to look down at the hard nipples that he wanted to taste. "My mother just text-ed me and said she wont be able to pick me up. I was going to ask one of the girls if they could give me a lift." Britt said as she crossed her arms. Grays eyes went down to her chest and his dick jumped. "Don't worry I can take you." He said as he took his gaze off of her chest. "Thank you so much coach." Britt said as she smiled sweetly at him. Gray looked at.her lips and couldn't stop the thoughts about her lips around his big cock as she sucked him off. She didn't have the big juicy lips like other African Americans, her lips reminded him of Angelina Jolie's, that bitch had some of the sexiest fucking lips alive. "Yeah no problem. Lets go." He said as he turned around to the direction of the parking lot. There was only one car in the parking lot and it was Grays ford f one fifty pick up truck. Britt's palms begin to sweat she should just forget the whole thing. _______________ "This is it." Britt said when Gray stop in front of the two story house that was pitch black. Nobody was home. Britt was an only child and her dad died two years after she was born. It was just her and her mother who was really working late, on a business trip and wouldn't be back until sometime this Sunday or next Monday. "I should have left a light on or something before I left this morning?" "Want me to walk you to the front ?" "Sure." "Okay." Gray said as he turned of the ignition and unbuckled his seat belt. Britt got out of the truck and waited for Gray so he walk her to the front door. "Thanks." Britt said when they stopped at her front door and she quickly unlocked the door. "You welcome." Gray said with a smile on his face. She smiled back at him and made a decision right there and then. She stood up on her tip toes and placed a peck on his lips. Gray loved the warm lips that were on his that he licked the lips that were touching his. Britt's mouth opened up allowing him access to taste her. Gray stick his tongue into her hot mouth and tasted her. Britt moaned and that was all Gray needed to help him take his next step. Tearing away from her lips, he pushed her inside the house. He wanted a piece of that pussy and he wanted it now. Britt backed away from Gray who had slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. He strode over to her and pulled her to him and ravished her mouth. Britt's arms wrapped around his neck. Grays hands roamed down her thighs and up under skirt. He fingers brushed the bare skin underneath. He pulled back to look at her. He was not expecting her to not have any panties on. He rubbed her pussy that was already dripping wet. Britt's eyes fluttered closed and soft moans fall from her mouth. She was finally going to have her dream come true. "You want me to fuck this pussy don't you." Gray growled out at her. "Fuck yes." Britt moaned out as he rubbed her clit. "Yea?" He said as he pinched the poked out clit. "Yes and I am perfectly legal. You can fuck me any way you want." "Take your clothes off now." Gray commanded as removed his hand and begin to unbuckle his jeans and kick off his shoes. "Lets' go to my room." Britt said as she threw off her tank top and made her way up the stairs. Stroking his dick Gray followed behind her. When they reached her room. Britt went to her dresser and opened the top drawer and pulled out a condom. "Here catch." Britt said as she tossed it to him. "Shit you don't have anything do you?" "No. Why?" "I am allergic to latex." "Well I am not taking any birth control." "I can pull out." "I thought that doesn't work." "It does. Now bring your ass over here and get down on your fucking knees." Britt's heart begin to beat so fast. She was really going to fuck him. She pulled the mini skirt off and walked her naked ass over to him and got down on her knees in front of him like a good girl. She might be a virgin but she seemed to know what he wanted her to do. Looking up at him she took his dick in her hand and stroked it a little bit so she could feel the length of him. She begin to worry his dick was not going to fit in her small tight hole. He had to be eight or nines inches of hard, thick dick. She licked the tip of his dick and chuckled when it jerked a little. Whatever little fears she had went out the window and her pussy leaked more juice. She slowly took his whole dick into her mouth and deep throat-ed like a motherfucker. She watched Gray as he threw his head back. She groaned in disappointment she wanted him to watch her as she sucked that dick. She let his dick slid out of her mouth. She jacked him off. "Okay that's enough baby. Get your sweet little ass in that bed." Britt obeyed and got in her bed. Gray walked to the bed and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He dropped down to his knees and pushed her legs apart as far as they would go and dived in. He licked all her juice up. Britt moaned and arched upwards as he licked and sucked her pussy. "You like the way I lick this pussy? Gray asked as he gripped her legs to keep her from closing them. "Fuck yes. Lick it just like that." Britt moaned out in gasps. Gray pushed a finger inside her pussy and felt something that made him withdraw his finger. "Why are you stopping?" Britt said as she saw him stand up "You are a virgin." He stated. "Yea. Don't stop I want you to fuck me." She pleaded. Chapter Two "Britt wake up."Someone said as they shook her awake. Britt woke up to see her mother standing in front of her. It was just another one of her dreams,it wasn't real. What a bummer. That was the best one yet that she had dreamed about Gray. "What do you want?" Britt said as she rolled over to face the oppiste dicrection. "It sounded like you were having a bad dream. You were grunting and making some other weird nosie in your sleep."Britt's mother said in concern. Britts face turned red.Oh man. "Um yea. I was having a bad dream. Thanks for waking me up." She lied. Not by a long shot was that a bad dream. "You look little bit flushed." Her mother said as she felt her forehead. "Mom I am okay.Just let me go back to sleep." Britt said as she pulled the cover over her head. "Okay.You might as well get up then. Its ten minutes until seven. Get ready for school.Hop at it kiddo." Britts mom said as she left the room. She tossed the cover off her and let out a frustrated sigh. So much for going back to sleep and picking up where she left off. Britt rolled over on her back and looked up at the ceiling. She needed to find a way to get this man out of her head along with the sexy dreams. What was it about him that made her want him so much? Well he was sexy forget all those teen throbs they couldn't hold a candle to Gray, ripped with muscles but not to much just enough, a hell of a smile, and he was a great man. Britt felt bad about the dreams she has about him when he had a wife and family. She wanted someone who was already taken and she felt like crap for wanting someone like him so bad. Maybe it would be a good idea to sleep with someone that could take her mind off of him competely. It might cool down on all the sexual tension that has been buliding up in her body. "I need to get over him." Britt said as she banged her head on her pillow. Enough was enough she needed to find a boyfriend or grow some balls and seek Gray out to see if he would be willing to do her like she saw him doing her in her dreams. Who was she kidding there was no way Gray Amrosa was going to sleep with her,just in her dreams. She got up out of her bed and went to go take a shower in her bathroom that was in her room. Britt stood in her shower trying to think up a solution to get rid of this thing that she had for the man. In all honstey there was no one at school who she would ever or could see herself sleeping with. There had to be something that could be done to end this. ________________ Britt sat down at the lunch table that she and her friend Kendra,along with other girls that were on cross country shared during lunch time at school. "Hey Britt." Kendra said as she sat there texting away not even looking up. "Hey Kendra." Britt said as she quckily took the cell phone away from her friend. "Bitch if you don't want a beat down then you better hand it back to me." Kendra said as she reached for her cell phone. Britt laughed and moved it out of reach. "I wish you would and I swear I will fight your ass back." Britt said as she lefted a eyebrow. "Quite playing you know you my dog. I was just joking but if you don't hand me back my phone...." Kendra said with a straight face. "As was I. Here take it." Britt said as she handed Kendra back her phone. "You need to get off that thing." Britt said as she watched Kendra put her attention back on the cell phone. " I will once I am done talking to my man." Kendra said in a sing song voice. "Hold up. What man?" Britt said as she eyed her friend up and down playfully. "I will text you about it. Not going to speak on it all out here in the open.Nosey and gossipy people be lurking everywhere. So lets change the subject. Shall we?" Kendra said in a British accent. "Fine but you better fill me. So what did you think of pratice yesterday?" Britt said. She cursed herself as she thought about the man of her dreams and the dream she had last night. "Bullshit.Man my legs are sore as hell from all that running coach had us doing." Kenda moaned in agnony. "Stop being a baby. No pain no gain." Britt said as she popped a french fry into her mouth. "Yea that will really mean something when I pass out in that hot ass sun. It was eighty-seven degrees out there yesterday." "Girl stop complaining." Britt said. "I will when this soreness goes away. So you going to dance this friday at school?" Kendra said she continued to text away on her phone. "No."Britt said as she rolled her eyes. She never went to the school dances. She thought about maybe going since this was her last year and all that but she just didn't feel like it. "Come on you got to go. Everybody is going to be there.Besides its our last year of high school and the last dance ever that we shall attend besides prom which doesnt truely count as a school dance because only juniors and seniors are allowed to go." Kendra said. "I guess I will think about it." Britt said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Oh look its Mrs. Amorosa. She is subing in Mr. Blocks ecomics class today." Kendra said as she pointed over to the place where Grays wife was standing talking to another teacher. "Yea." Britt said as she turned her attention to Mrs.Amorosa the lucky woman that was married to Gray. She was beatiful, tall almost the same height as her husband, skinny,blonde, and who Britt wished she could be right this second. "Hello earth to Britt." Kenda said snapping her fingers in front of Britt. "Huh? Sorry. What were you saying?" Britt said as she looked over at her friend. "Do you think I could get a ride after practice?" Kendra repeated what had she had said to Britt while she was zoned out. "I don't know." Britt said as she looked back over in the direction where Mrs.Amorosa was standing. "What do you mean you don't know?" Kendra said witg a raised eyebrow. After thinking for hours and hours Britt could only th ij nknof one soulation. "Look don't say anything but I am going to be quiting the team." Britt said as she looked down at her tray of french fries. It was best if she just avoided the man. "What? Girl,why?"Kendra said in a sad tone. "It's personal and I just can't talk about it." Britt said "Okay. That's fine. A little heartbroken that you are quiting. When are you going to tell coach? Kendra said as she poked out her bottem lip. "Today before pratice. You know as soon as possiable." Britt said with a sigh. God only knew why she was so into Grays ass. "Well speaking of the devil. There he is bringing his woman lunch." Kendra said as she elbowed Britt and pointed. Chapter Three Well it was official Britt was no longer on the team. Surprising she hadn't had a single dream about Gray since she quit the team. And to celebrate for not having those dreams Britt was going to that school dance. "Britt brat girl let me borrow this." Kendra said as she held the Juicy Couture clutch Britt purchased two mouths ago. "Go ahead." Britt said as she stuck her head out of her bathroom doorway. "Thank ya ma'am." Kendra said as she took all the contents out of her wallet and transferred them into the clutch. "Okay how does this look?" Britt asked as she walked out of the bathroom. She modeled her outfit for Kendra. Britt was wearing a purple glittery babydoll t-shirt, a black mini skirt, along with black and purple high heels by Steven Madden. "You look straight. Fly as hell but you know that skirt is a little short." Kendra said as she folded her arms. Britt batted her eyes and sighed. "Well if I'm not mistaken the school rules state that all skirts must be longer then your middle finger." Britt said with a smile on her face. "Now you know that skirt is not longer then your middle finger quite lying." Kendra laughed. Britt shook her head. "Look." Britt turned sideways and held her arms at her side. The skirt went past her middle finger. "Lucky bitch."Kendra said as she rolled her eyes. They both broke out in laughter. "Alright you ready."Britt said as she grabbed her car keys and overnight bag. "Child lets go. I been ready. Y.O.L.O." Kendra said as she headed out of the room. "That's the motto we about it erri day." Britt song out as she closed her bedroom door behind her. They headed down the stairs. "Bye mom. See you Sunday." Britt said as she kissed her mom on the cheek. Britt was spending the weekends at Kendra's. "Okay have fun babe. Don't have to much fun that you come back with a bun in the oven." Her mother said sternly. "Mom stop. I told you I'm still a virgin. So no worries."Britt said as she pushed Kendra towards the front door. Her mother always embarrassed the hell out of her with that bun in the oven bull crap. "Good and keep it that way." "Bye."Britt said as she rushed for the door. "I got shot gun." Kendra said as she skipped over to Britt's 2012 Ford Escalade. "Heifer you always ride shot gun."Britt said as she hit the unlock button on her keys. "Shut up." Kendra said as she opened the passenger door and hopped in. Britt jumped in the drivers seat and tossed her bag in the backseat. Britt cranked up her car. "We need music now." Britt said as she backed out of the driveway. "I'm on it." Kendra said as she hooked up her ipod to the cars sound system. "I'm in the mood for some Taylor Swift." Britt said as she snapped her fingers. "Honey you read my mind." Kendra squealed as she hit play. Kendra turned up the volume. "Once upon a time, A few mistakes ago, I was in your sights, You got me alone,You found me,"Kendra and Britt sung out to Taylor Swifts I knew you were trouble. It didn't take Britt long to get to the packed high school. "Jeez looks the whole school came." Kendra said as she looked at parking lot that was overrun with vehicles. "That's a first." Britt chuckled. She found the last remaining parking spot. "I know right. Its more then likely because principal Banks wont be here. Anything goes tonight. And it also means the dj is gonna spin that good music. If you know what I know I mean." Kendra said as she high fived Britt. "Finally. I am so glad she isn't going to be here." Britt said as she unbuckled her seat belt. "I know man. Lets go."Kendra said a she got out of the vehicle. Britt locked her car and joined her friend. They headed towards the entrance of the schools gym. They were hit by theweeknds wicked games blasting out of the speakers. "Hell yeah. That's what I'm talking about."Kendra said as she moved her hips to the music. "I can't believe they are playing this. Its the explicit version too. God are there any teachers here." Britt looked around the gym. She couldn't see any of them. "Hey are there any teachers here." Britt asked a random student. "Yeah somewhere." "They don't care what music is being played."Britt said shocked. "Its only the cool teachers here. So nope they don't care" "Awesome."Britt and Kendra said at the same time as they made a beeline for the dance floor. Britt moved her hips to the beat of the music as she danced with her best friend. "Okay now I am glad I came with you to this thing." Britt said. "Me too. You know I wouldn't have really came if you weren't with me. I need my side kick." "Aw love you chicka." "I love you too." "Now this is my jam."Kendra said as Anything could happen by Ellie Goulding started playing. Britt and Kendra danced for an hour straight. Eventually they headed to the table that had refreshments. "Just so y'all know my homie Freddie spiked the punch. So if you can't hold your liquor then don't bother hitting that. You feel me." Jose Armstrong the running back for the schools football team said as Britt and Kendra grabbed some cups. "Boy we go this."Kendra said as she put some punch in her cup. "Girl what are you doing?" Britt whispered over to her. They didn't drink. "Don't act like you don't want to try it. Besides its only one cup. Come on its our senior year. Lets do some stuff we haven't done before. Lets get a little bit reckless. Do you want some or not?" Kendra said as she sipped some of the punch. "Fine. Full her up."Britt said as she handed her cup to Kendra. Britt watched as Kendra poured the beverage into her cup. What was she doing she thought? Well it couldn't to try one cup. "Here you go." Kendra said as she handed her back the cup. "Bottoms up." Britt said as she hit Kendra's cup and took took a sip of the punch. Britt could barely taste the alcohol. It was alright. "Tastes pretty good."Britt said as she took a gulp of it. "Yeah."Kendra said as she nodded her head in agreement. "Damn I been looking for you everywhere." A deep voice said from behind them. "Hey baby," Kendra said as she turned around. Britt watched with a raised eyebrow as Kendra hugged this tall Asian looking dude.Britt cleared her throat to interrupt their brief tongue action. "Oh. Wesley this my best friend Britt Noels.and Britt this my boyfriend Wesley Hunter-Lee." "Nice to finally meet you."Wesley said. "You too. Excuse me Wesley I hope you don't mind but I need to speak to my friend for one second." "Go ahead. Just don't take too long."he said as he let Britt pull Kendra over to the side. "Heifer when were you planning on telling me you had a boyfriend?"Britt said as she eyed her friend up and down with a mad look on her face. She was shocked by this. This was something Kendra should have told her about. "I wanted it to be a surprise and I didn't want to jinx anything. Trust me I was going to tell you." "Okay whatever. I am so over it. I have to ask though. Which school does he go to because I know he doesn't go to ours or else I would recognize him. So spill." Britt said as she folded her arms. "He goes to Decker University. He is a freshman and he is nineteen. We m-"Britt cut her off in a heartbeat. "Girl he can get in trouble for being here." "I know so hush. This is why I need a favor from you." "Oh god Kendra." "Please. Pretty please with a cherry on top." "What do you need?" Britt sighed. The things you do for friends. "I need you to meet me at Annie's kitchen at midnight. I am going to spend some time with my man. We sort of got a date. Plus I really wasn't expecting you to come out tonight. I had this evening planned out so my parents wouldn't find out about us. But this one works perfectly. When I hang out with you my parents tend to extend my curfew. Are you going to do it?"Kendra said with a smile on her face. "Yeah I will do it. I guess I can stick around here until then. Just be careful and safe. Call me if you need me." Britt said as she rolled her eyes. "I will. Thanks I love you brobie. See you later. Don't forget be there at midnight." Kendra said as she gave Britt a hug. "Alright but you owe me big time and all the details about how you met and the whole nine." "I promise. Okay let me get out of here before I get this boy in trouble.Peace, love, and hair grease my homie." Kendra said as she headed back over to Wesley. "See you later." Britt called out. Kendra threw up the peace sign. Britt drunk more of her beverage. She watched as Kendra got lost in the crowd. Great Britt thought. She was alone at this dance by herself. She really wished her friend had made her plans known to her sooner. Then Britt could have found something else to do. Britt walked around the gym. Praying she found someone she knew. Her prayers were answered when she stumbled upon her old teammates from cross country. "Whats up you guys?" Britt said as she walked over to them. She got a couple of eye rolls. No one answered her. They all gave her the cold shoulder. Britt didn't understand. "Okay what is you guys problem?" Britt said as she placed a hand on her hip. "Why the hell did you quit the team Britt?" One of the girls asked angrily. "Well as I explained to coach I had to quit for personal reasons. " "You couldn't let your teammates know you were quiting." "I didn't think I had to."Britt said as she shifted uneasily on her feet. "Yeah you did." Someone shouted. "What was the reason behind you quiting anyway ?"another girl spoke up. "Yea. What was the reason? You left us hanging man." "Look you guys I don't want to talk about this here. Right this moment. We can discuss it Monday. I am here to have a good time. Not to explain myself or my personal business. I'm sorry if I hurt you guys by quiting the team. "Save it." "Come on you guys lets go." "Thanks for letting the team down loser."one of the girls said as she purposely bumped into Britt. Britt didn't think this far. How her teammates would react. The treatment they were giving her. She wasn't expecting this nor did she think they would act this way. Maybe quiting wasn't the best move. Britt downed her drink and went to get another one. Well this sucks she thought. "Hey where did your friend go?"Jose said as Britt approached the table. "None of your business."Britt said as she frowned at him and rolled her neck. "Oh." Jose said as looked her up and down. Britt rolled her eyes and filled her cup back up. She left the table and walked around the gym people watching. Moments later she got a tap on her shoulder. Britt turned around to see Jose. "Hey. So what I got to do to get a dance?" He said as he licked his lips. Obviously he was trying to be sexy and tempting. He was alright but nothing compared to Gray. "Hmm."Britt downed the rest of her spiked beverage." Ask me?" "Do you want to dance?"Jose said with a grin on his face. "I would love to."Britt said as she placed her empty cup down at one of the tables. "Then lets go."Jose said as he grabbed her hand. He lead her to the dance floor. "You wanna dance to this?" Jose said as a slow song played. "I don't care." Britt said as she smiled up at him. Jose pulled her close and placed his hands on her hips. Britt placed her arms around his neck. They moved in unison to the slow jam. Several times Britt had to move his hands off her butt and place them back on her hips. He had one more time and she was going to knee him in the balls. "Are you sad about this being our last year?"Jose said. "No. I'm happy. Excited for college and all it has to offer." Britt said as she forced herself to finish out the dance. "Yeah me too. I got this football scholarship. You know full ride type of thing to Alabama." "Good for you." "Where you going for college?" "I am going to go to UF down in Florida." "That's whats up. Them Florida Gators. That's Tim Tebow's area." "Yeah I know but not why I am going. UF's school of medicine is the top leading medical school right now. Its apart of the top ten list of great schools to attend." "Oh so you want to be a doctor." "That's to much of responsibility for me. So I am settling on becoming a registered nurse. "Nice. I'd love to see you in a nurses uniform." "I bet you would." Britt said as she laughed. Jose laughed along with her. "Smile for the yearbook crew." A member of the journalism club said before snapping a picture of them. "Yo I wasn't ready. You better take a new one or else you getting stuffed in a locker everyday until the last day of school." Jose said threateningly. "Sorry Jose. Here I will count to three." "Alright. Hit it."Jose said as he smiled. Britt rolled her eyes and smiled too. "One,two, three." The camera flashed once again. "Later."the kid said as he moved on. Jose turned back around to face Britt. "Damn I like your smile." Jose said as he ran a thumb over her bottom lip. Okay dance was over. "Wow um okay I have to go use the ladies room."Britt lied. "Yeah go handle that." Jose said as he released her. Britt hurried off towards the restroom. Jose was not her type. Besides he was a man-whore. She was not interested. And plus he was a bully. Britt turned down the long hallway. All of a sudden her head spin-ed. That liquor had creep-ed up on her. Her balance was a little off as she continued walking. She was drunk. She staggered her way to the ladies room. She pushed through the door and stopped in her tracks. "Oh jeez. I am so sorry."she said as she came upon the sight of four couples. They were legit having sex on the restroom floor. "You nasties. Lock the door."she giggled as she closed the door to the restroom. She didn't have to go pee anyway. Britt needed to sober up. Especially if she was going to be driving. She decided to find a water fountain. She walked up and down the halls. She straight up forgot what she was looking for. Britt was thinking hard about it too. She couldn't remember what it was she was searching for. "Britt,"a voice called out. "Huh?"Britt said as she looked to her left. She swallowed as she saw Gray. The last person she wanted to see right now. "What are you doing down this hall?" Gray asked as he walked over to her. "What are you doing here?"she squeaked out. Gray laughed. "Mentoring the halls and making sure kids stay in the gym area. Where you should be." "Heading there now."Britt said as she backed up. She backed up right into a trash can and fall over. "Jeez."she laughed out. She laid there on the floor laughing like crazy. "You okay?"Gray said as he stood above her. "Yeah." Britt said as Gray helped her up. "Are you drunk?" Gray said as he sniffed her. "No."Britt said as she shook her head. "You smell like a bar."he said. "I swear I haven't been drinking."she said as the corners of her mouth twitched. "Oh ,how come I doubt that." Gray said as he folded his arms. "Beats me."she said as she smiled innocently. "Well since yo are here. Britt I want to ask you something." "What?"she said nonchalantly. "I must say I am bothered by your sudden dropping from the team. You are my best runner and to be honest I am kind of hurt by this decision. I didn't understand your departure at all. Why did you quit the team?" "I told you I was quiting because of personal reasons." "Like what?Are you.....pregnant?"he dragged out. "God no. Jeez I haven't even had sex before." Britt giggled. "Oh good. You don't need a baby slowing you down. Take it from me. I was a young parent at your age." Gray stated. "What you had a kid young?" "Yea and its good to know that you aren't in that boat." "Definitely not in that boat." "So you going to tell me why you left the team,"Gray pressed as he frowned down at her. "No I'm afraid I can't."Britt said as she blushed. "Is it something that you need help with?"Gray asked "I wish." Britt said as she blushed harder. "Well is it possible that I could help in any way? I am willing to do whatever it takes to get my best runner back on the team." "Not with this." Britt said as she looked down at the floor "Try me Britt."Gray said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Britt bit her bottom lip and looked Gray in his eyes. "Its complicated." "I am familiar with complicated. Not a stranger to it all." "I can't tell you." "Why?" "Its bad that's why." "You can trust me Britt. Go ahead and tell me. I won't tell anyone. I can keep a secret." "I can show you better then I can tell you."Britt said low. "Then show me." Britt shouldn't have drunk that alcohol because it gave her the power to do what she did next. She laid her hands on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Without much hesitation or thought. Britt placed her lips on Grays. She licked at his bottom lip. She liked that. All of a sudden Britt found herself swirling her tongue around his. Her breathing became labored as the kiss became heated. Britt's hands wondered up to his thick mane of hair. She had the strangest urge to pull his hair.Gray came to his senses and pulled her away from him. "I'm sorry."he said as he backed away from her. "No I was the one who kissed. You see this is why I quit the team. I want you. I don't know why but I do. I want you so bad that I am having the most crazy insane sexual intense dreams about you."Britt said as she bit her lip again. "What?"Gray said confused. Crap Britt thought to herself as she realized what she had just done. "I'm sorry I have to go." Britt said as she turned around to leave. That was so stupid she said to herself. She shouldn't have done that. "Britt wait."Gray said as he went after her. She didn't stop. Gray ran to close the gap between them. "Stop."he said as he grabbed her by the arm. "Gray I have to go."she said not looking him in the eye. "Now that I know why you quit the team. Have your ass at practice on Monday or else. You got that." "But I quit." Britt said as she briefly looked at him. "Britt don't make me tell you twice." Gray said in a dominating voice. "Okay I will be there." "You better be." He said as he let her go."Now get back to the dance." Oh shit. Britt was not ready for Monday. She could always fake a cold or something. Chapter Four Britt woke up in Kendra's soft bed. She knew it was probably five in the morning. For some odd reason on the weekends she always woke up at five. Never on week days. She got up and stretched. She looked down at the bed to see Kendra still sleep. It was pointless to wake her up because Kendra was a hard sleeper. Britt went over to Kendra's desk and sat down. She opened up the laptop. She immediately logged into facebook. She saw that she had a few friend requests. She approved the first one which was from Jose. She rolled her eyes. She went to the second one but stopped. She squinted her eyes not sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. The person had a track as their profile picture. And the initials G.A. under it. She didn't know anyway by that name. Wait yes she did. That would be Gray. "Oh god. No way."she said as she clicked on the picture. The profile was blank. Expect for one section. Here eyes went big as she read the job description. "Making your dreams a reality. "she whispered as she read it to herself. Her face heated up as the events of last night came front and center. Britt felt like she was going to be sick. Did she really kiss this damn man? And reveal her erotic dreams to him. Wait what the hell did she do after that? Oh yeah she sat in her car in the parking lot until it was time to pick up Kendra. That alcohol was nowhere never out of her system at that time. She was barely even over her drunkenness when she picked up Kendra. "I can't believe I drove under the influence."she hit her forehead.What if she would have gotten pulled over. Okay she was making a vow here and now never to drink again. It caused you to do stupid things. And its true what they say drunk men tell no tales. She sure as hell didn't. Britt was puzzled by this facebook page. It appeared as if he only recently created it. But why? Then again it probably wasn't even him. So to accept or deny. She knew it would have been best to deny but she wanted to approve. She clicked the approve button. She sucked in her breath when she immediately received a message from him. It was five in the freaking morning. What was he doing up and on facebook? Unless he had the alerts synced to his cell phone. That would explain the quick response and he probably was a morning bird. She clicked on the message. All that was there was a phone number. She looked over at the her cell phone. She logged out of her page. No way was she going to call that number. Her stomach twisted in knots. She remembered he said she better be at practice on Monday. She couldn't show her face. Her teammates were pissed she quit. And she practically made it known to Gray that she desired him. "Somebody shoot me."Britt said as she placed her hands over her face. There was no way she was going to mention that kiss to anyone. That was going to the grave with her. How could she possibly face him. There was no way she could. Britt laid back down in the bed with Kendra. She thought about how everything happened. Why the hell didn't she just walk away. She pushed it all away from her mind. There was nothing she could do about it. It was done and out of her hands now. "Good morning."Kendra said as she got up out of the bed. "Morning."Britt said as she closed her book. "Girl I have so much to tell you." Kendra said as she danced happily around her room. "Yeah you do." Britt said as she placed her book on the nightstand by the bed. "I know. Once again I am sorry for not telling you about dude sooner. I should have."Kendra said with a sad look on her face. "Its okay. I wasn't really that mad." Britt said with a smile. "Bitch please I would have been if you kept something like that from me." "Yeah."Britt said as her mind traveled back to last night. "Okay so I have to tell you what he did to me." Kendra said with excitement. "What did he do?"Britt said as she gave all her attention to Kendra. "Well its what I let him do." "Okay." Britt dragged out as she frowned up at her friend. Kendra walked over to Britt and sat down on the bed beside him. "I let him finger me."Kendra laughed out. "Why?"Britt looked at her friend in shock. "Because I wanted him to." "Did it hurt?" Britt said as she made a face. "Hell ya. The pain didn't last long though. Once you get past the pain it feels so good." Kendra said as she moaned. "I can't believe you did that." "What?It wasn't like it was with some random guy I wasn't in a relationship with. This is my man and I can do anything I want with him. He said next time he wants to go downtown." "Oh lord go downtown for what. There isn't anything there but the county jail and the court house. Is he trying to marry you already?" "No crazy."Kendra laughed. "You know lick my lips. My other lips." Kendra said as she pointed down. "Oh my god. Have you guys even known each other for that long?" "Technically I have known him since last summer. We met at my brothers graduation from Decker, and he was there for his sisters. Apparently his sister and my brother are friends. That's how we first met and laid eyes upon each other." "Oh. So wheres he from?" "Dallas,Texas." "If your boyfriends sister is friends with your brother then why are you keeping it a secret, Britt said. "My parents would flip if they knew I was dating this nineteen year old Asian kid. They don't really believe in dating outside your race. So imagine the look on their faces if I brung his ass home." "I didn't know they thought like that." "Yeah I know. That's also why I was all hush hush about it." "Girl I don't see race like that. Date who you wanna date. All flavors look good to me." "Thanks girl." "Although I must say I was shocked to see you swapping spit with this tall Asian dude. It caught me all off all guard. And plus you be acting straight hood sometimes." "I know."Kendra laughed."I was surprised that we even went this far. I really do like him. I wont say love because I am a young buck. I have a whole lot of living to do first. Before I can really know what love really is." "Well I am happy for you. And I mean it." "Thanks. So what did you do all last night?" "Nothing just danced." "So you stayed the whole night at the dance?" "Pretty much. Oh and guess who asked me to dance?" "Who?" "Jose Armstrong." "Did you dance with him?" "Yea but I barely made it to the end of the song. He kept putting his hands were they didn't belong." "He is such a jackass." "I know and oh the girls have a problem with me." "What girls?" "The girls on the cross county team. They didn't like my departure from the team." "Girl forget them. You should have called me. I would have came and gave them hookers a beat down." "Don't worry about it. Plus I am back on the team any way." "Huh? Girl why did you even quit if you were just going to rejoin." "I thought I wanted to find something else to do with my time. I guess. I don't know."Britt said as she looked out the window. "Well I am glad you are back on the team. I wont be lonely." "I don't know about you but I am starving."Britt said to change the subject about the team and what not. "Lets go get breakfast. I will cook."Kendra said as she got up. "Aww that's so sweet you are going to cook for everyone." "Girl I ain't cooking for everybody just us. They grown. They know how to survive and know how to operate a stove, as well as the microwave. Child please." "Kendra you crazy." Britt laughed as she followed Britt downstairs. Monday came faster then Britt wanted it too. She was a ball of nerves the whole day. She feared practice today. She watched the clock in every single one of her classes wishing time would rewind. She was dreading every one's reaction and Gray if he was to mention Friday night. When Britt walked into the girls locker room. She got a bunch of glares. She ignored them and got changed. On top of that Kendra was a no show. She was spending time with Wesley. Britt was going to meet her at Annie's again. Britt walked to the track behind her teammates. She glanced in Grays direction. He had on his usual track suit. She couldn't see his eyes. He had sunglasses on. He never wore sunglasses to practice. Oh crap. She couldn't tell if he was staring directly in her direction. He got them all quickly doing some stretches. Warming them up for the long run they were about to do. Britt tried her best not to look at him again. Why did she even come? She could have took her ass straight home. Did she want to see him that badly? Britt was about to start jogging with the rest of the girls when Gray stopped her. "Britt since you missed all of practice last week you have to run up and down the bleachers until I tell you to stop. After that you can do a four mile run." Gray said as he looked down at her. Britt rolled her eyes. Running up and down the bleachers were no joke. "Coach, come on don't make me do that." "Do you want this to last all week?" Gray said. Hell no. She shook her head no. If she only had to do it today then she could manage it. "Then get to it."He said as he walked off. Britt walked over to the bleachers. She didn't run but walk up and down them at first. "I said run Britt."Grey yelled out to her. Britt looked up to see him looking her way with his arms folded across her chest. She picked up her pace and begin jogging. "This is going to be a bitch,"Britt breathed as she went down the stairs. She hated this part of training. They didn't normal do this unless somebody ticked coach off. Apparently it was her this time and only her. Of course it was. Britt put her self in the zone and focused. She blocked everyone and everything out as she went to that place. That place that helped her stay focused on nothing but running.Running for a long period of time was no easy task. She could do just that run for a long time but only if she was in the zone. Britt was unaware of the lowering sun. Or her teammates leaving the field. She was deep in the zone. She didn't want to do this all week. She didn't break her contraction at all. "Alright hang it up Britt."Gray said as he walked up the bleachers. Britt stopped and worked on breathing normally again. She looked out over at the school. Her eyes had to go somewhere other then him. "You want me to still do those miles?"she asked. "Its late don't worry about that four mile run." "Yeah."Britt said as she headed down the stairs. She moved past Gray making sure not to look his way. She was too tired to think about what had transpired between them over the weekend. She headed straight for the locker room. Every one was gone by now. The whole school was empty. Britt went to her locker. "Oh Kendra."Britt said as she took out her vibrating phone. "Hello,"she said into the phone. "Girl where are you?"Kendra said. "I am so sorry. I am still at practice. Coach had me running up and down the bleachers." "I figured. Good thing I told my mom ahead of time that practice was going to run late. Look just head straight here when you are done okay." "Yeah. Let me finish up and I will be on my way." "Cool. See you then."Kendra said before hanging up. Britt placed her phone back inside her locker. She undressed and placed her sweaty clothes in a gym bag. She grabbed a towel and her bottle of Dove. She went for the showers. Before stepping into the small shower stall she placed her towel on a hook. She stepped into the stall and cut the water on. The cold water hit her. She didn't mind because she too exhausted to care. She waited for the water to heat up. Once it got hot enough she started to leather her body up with the dove. She closed her eyes as she rubbed her body down. She thought she was imaging things when she felt hands on her back. Until those hands moved along her body. She gasped as she turned around and backed up under the shower head. The person those hands belonged to only followed her. She glanced at the naked body before her. Afraid to look any lower, Britt looked up into the face of Gray. Holy hell. This isn't a dream she thought. She swallowed hard as Gray brought his lips down on hers. She couldn't stop herself from trembling. She was frozen in place. He was freaking butt naked in the shower with her. "Are you going to kiss me?"Gray said against her lips. Britt slowly nodded her head yes. Britt returned his kiss and opened up for his tongue. She moaned as his hands palmed her breasts. Gray broke off the kiss. His head dipped down low. He took one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth. Britt grabbed a fist full of his hair. Gray sucked,nibbled,and lightly bit on the flesh before giving the other nipple the same attention. Maybe she should have spoken up sooner. Gray pulled back. He placed his back up against the shower stalls wall. Britt bit her bottom lip when she saw him lick his. "How long have you been having those dreams about me?"he said as he pulled her to me. "Too long." Britt said as she avoiding looking up at him. "How long Britt?" "Since seventh grade." "That long?"Gray chuckled. Britt nodded her head. "But they only recently turned sexual."Britt said as she stared at his lips. "Hmmm."Gray said as he placed his hand under her chin. He made her look at him. He spoke when he had her attention "In any of those do you give me oral?" He raised a eyebrow and licked his lips again. "Mainly you are the one giving the oral. And sometimes I do." "You think you could do that for me," Gray said as he placed a quick kiss on her lips. Britt nodded a yes. Britt closed her eyes and took a moment to breath. If this was going down she had to kick away all her nerves. She had to be that girl that was so bold in her dreams. When Britt opened her eyes she was there. That bold side of her was awake. Britt kissed Gray on the lips before making a trip to his nice manly chest. Her hands glided over his ripped arms. A moan rumbled in his chest as she licked on one of his nipples. Her heart beated fast against her chest as she moved her tongue down to his belly. "Enough teasing baby."Gray groaned. She wasn't doing any of that yet. Britt looked up. She smiled. Britt saw Gray with his eyes closed and a strangled look on his face. She tried not to laugh. She liked the sight of him like that. She caved in and got down on her knees before him. This was most defiantly better then her dreams. Britt gripped him with her left hand. He felt silky in her hand. Britt thought it was weird that he had veins on that thing. "Are you scared?"Gray asked as he gazed down at her. "No."she said as she placed her right hand on his muscled thigh. Britt glanced up at him with a devilish gleam in her eyes. She slowly took the head of him into her mouth. She moved her tongue around the tip of him. Gray placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her towards him. She took as much of him as she dared to take. She got the hang of it quick. Her head bobbed back and forth. She knew it felt good to him from his deep long groans. Britt worked on a rhythm. She would rotate between a slow and fast motion. Britt let him slid out of her mouth. Britt stuck her tongue out. She licked him like an ice cream cone. From base to tip. "Shit,"Gray growled out as he pulled her away back from him. "What?"she said as she looked up at him. She smiled as she saw why. She had given him an orgasm. Gray looked down at her with a smirk on his face. "You think this is funny,"he said as she stood up. "A little,"she said. "Glad you think so. Now its your turn." "What?"Was all she got out. Very quickly and easily Gray picked her up. Flipped her upside down. Putting her in a standing sixty nine position. He had the strength to do it. He didn't waste any time. Plus they didn't have much of it to waste. Britt could only gasp as his tongue flicked across her slit. She looked down at his bulging package. She was surprised that he hadn't deflated just yet. It turned her on even more. Without hesitation she sucked him into her mouth. She managed to suck him in deep. He touched the back of her throat. Britt liked that a lot. After this he was going to have to nickname her deep throat diva. Their moans and groans bounced off the walls around them. The shower was still running. Looks like the school was going to have one hell of a water bill. Britt inhaled sharply when one of his fingers found their way inside of her. It felt weird and completely foreign. "Want me to stop?"Gray said briefly before lapping up her sweet juices. "God no. Don't stop,"she said with a full mouth. Gray hummed in approval of her answer. She frowned at the movements of his finger. The feeling of his tongue eased away most of the discomfort she was feeling. He slowly added a second finger. She panted as she tried not to let the word 'stop' slip out of her mouth. She didn't like the feeling of his fingers inside of her. She couldn't let this come to an end so soon. Britt was going to hang in there like a trooper. Britt relaxed when his fingers begin to give her that pleasure she doubted she was going to get. His fingers felt so good. Sweet torture it was. Her mouth moved up and down along his shaft to the movement of his fingers. This was beginning to be too much for her. An overwhelming feeling started to flash over her. Britt popped him out of her mouth to scream,"I'm cumming." She gripped his thighs as she reached her climax.Her breathing was ragged. Gray carefully sat her back on her feet. She felt weak in the knees. Gray gave her a taste of herself as he kissed her deeply. The sound of a kiddish ring tone sounded off outside of the shower stall. "Damn,"Gray said as he cut off the water. He headed right outside the shower. Britt looked around the corner to see him picking up his track pants. Gray reached inside the pocket and withdrew his cell phone. He cleared his throat before answering the phone. "Yeah."he said as he walked out of ear range. "Crap Kendra,"Britt said low as she hurried and got out the stall. She didn't want her to get in trouble. Britt grabbed her towel and dried herself off. She wrapped the towel around her and grabbed her bottle of dove. Britt headed to her locker. She passed Gray who held up a finger. She couldn't stay she had to pick up Kendra. Britt throw her towel in her gym bag. The dove she shoved back into the locker She looked at her phone. She had seven missed calls. She threw the phone into the bag. Britt got dressed as fast as she could. "Whats wrong?"Gray said as he walked over to her. He had placed his pants on. "I was supposed to pick a friend up and I am so late. I have to go." "Yeah okay. I will see you tomorrow then." "Yea."Britt said as she put her socks on. "Call me when you get home" "I don't have your number." "You didn't get my message on facebook." "I forget to add it to my phone." "Hand me your phone."he said as he held out his hand. Britt reached into her bag. She tossed it over to him and finished putting her shoes on. Gray added his number to her phone. "Here."he said as he added her phone back to her."And I think I can over look the fact that Miss Kendra skipped out on practice."Gray said as he lifted her chin. "You have to run the bleachers again tomorrow." "Oh hell n-"Britt stopped as she frowned up at Gray. "That way you and I staying late like this wont draw any unwanted attention." She nodded her head as she got what he was saying. "I guess I do."she smiled up at him. "Same time tomorrow then." "Yep." Britt said as she got up to leave. "Don't forget to call me when you get home. We have some things to discuss." "I heard you."Britt said as made her way to the exit. Her phone went off as she made it out the door. "I am on the way Kendra." "Well hurry up. My mom is going bananas because I am not home yet." "Don't worry. I will let her know it was all my fault okay. You had to wait on me to finish practice." Britt said cheerfully as she headed towards the parking lot. "Coach had you at practice this whole time." "Yes. He had me running the bleachers and doing some running around the track." "Why?" "Because I missed over a weeks worth of practice thats why. Duh!" "Damn. Did he say anything about me not being there? Girl I am not fixing to do all that running for missing out on one single practice. "Don't worry I covered for you. You are good." "Good looking out Britt. Now hurry up and get your butt over here." "Hold your horses. I am getting into my car now." "See you when you get here. I am waiting out front for you." "Okay bye."Britt ended the call. Her phone beeped. The caller id said G. "Hello,"she answered. "Why is your ass still in the parking lot?" Gray said on the other line. "I'm leaving now. So chill out. How did you get my number anyway?" "I sent myself a text message from your phone." "Oh." "Alright call me when you get home. We have a lot to talk about." "Yes sir." she said as she rolled her eyes. "Alright bye." "Bye."Britt hung up and tossed the phone in the passenger seat. She cranked up the her car and backed up out of the parking lot. Chapter Five The next day at school Britt tried to keep the kool aid smile off of her face. She had forgotten to call Gray when she got home. As soon as she hit her bed she fall to sleep. She meant to do it this morning but she was late for school and was in a rush. "What are you so happy about?"Kendra asked as she sat in the desk across from Britt in their 3D Art class. "Nothing,"Britt said as she bit the inside of cheek to keep from smiling. Britt's phone vibrated. She reached inside her back pocket and pulled it out. She looked up to see the teacher busy writing on the chalk board. She quickly read over the text message she had just received. :::::::::Text Message :::::::::::::: "WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME LAST NIGHT," "I was exhausted. I went straight to sleep. Sorry."she replied. Not even thirty seconds had passed and she had another message. "Then you aren't ready for what's coming next." Britt frowned at the message. She rolled her eyes and broke out in a wide grin. "Oh,what's that?"she texted back. "You know what."he responded back. "I don't know coach. So tell me." Britt waited for a response. Two minutes later her phone vibrated. "For me to f uck you dumb,blind, and deaf. Completely beyond the point of satisfied." Britt laughed silently. "Talk is cheap old man."she texted back. "Pay attention in class. See you at practice. And we need to talk." Britt let out a anxious breath. She was ready for the school day to end. God she wished she could sped up her day. "You think coach will let me skip practice if I tell him I have really bad cramps." Kendra said as soon as Britt sat down at their new lunch table. They made the decision to switch tables since the other girls on the team kept throwing them the stink face. Actually they kept throwing it at Britt. "I don't know. Maybe. What you ditching practice again today?" Britt forget that she was Kendra's ride. How did she forget that? Her mind was in other places all day. More so on last nights events. "No. I am going to try it tomorrow. Got a date with my boo." "Yeah okay. So that means I am picking you up at Annie's again tomorrow."Britt said as she opened her water bottle. Damn was all she could think. She couldn't stay late. Britt whipped out her phone and texted Gray to let know her staying late like yesterday was a no go. "Yes," "Okay,"Britt said as she finished texting Gray. "Britt,can you go me a huge favor? With cherries and sprinkles on top of a ice cream cone." "What?"Britt said as she placed her phone on the table. "Get some napkins."Kendra said as she licked her fingers. "Girl you should have picked up some. I can't believe you are even eating the schools sloppy Joe. When your stomach starts rumbling and you find yourself running to the girls restroom d-" "Whatever. Go get the napkins." Kendra said as she rolled her eyes. "I'm going. The things I do for you."Britt laughed as she got up. "Love you," "Uh-huh." Britt reached over a student in the line and grabbed a hand full of napkins. "Girl, where you been at?" Britt didn't wasn't in the mood to talk to him. "Hey Jose."Britt said as she turned around. "So how you been," "Good. And you,"Britt said as tried not to be mean. "Pretty good. Anyway so I hit you up on facebook." "Honestly I haven't been online. Sorry." "Naw its good. So what you up to later?" "Practice." "What you doing afterwards?" Jose said as he licked his lips. "Home."Britt responded with an annoyed sigh. "How about you come kick it with me after you finish practice,"Jose said as he placed an arm around her shoulder. "Can't. Maybe some other time,"Britt said as she removed his arm. "Let me get your number real quick. So we can set something up and kick it," "Um sorry no minutes. I used them all and my text messages. I have prepaid,"Britt lied. She had an unlimited plan. "Well get at me on facebook." "Yeah sure."Britt said as she started to walk away. "Alright cool. Catch you later Britt,"Jose said as he headed in the opposite direction. "Girl, you will not believe what just happened,"Britt said as she sat back down at the table. Kendra looked over at Britt with this weird look on her face. "What,"Britt asked as she let out a laugh. "Who the hell is G?"Kendra said in a whisper as she handed Britt her phone. "And it better not be who I think it is." "Did you just go through my phone?"Britt said as she snatched her phone away from Kendra. "Well you shouldn't have gotten the same phone as me. It was an accident anyway. I thought I had picked up mine. You shouldn't have placed yours down by mine." Kendra said on the defensive. "God Kendra really,"Britt said in a panic. "Look it was an accident,"Kendra as she grabbed for the napkins."I thought I was picking up mine." "Did you really just read my text messages?" "Yep."Kendra said as she shrugged her shoulders. "How much did you read?"Britt asked nervously. "Enough." "Holy hell,"Britt said as she covered her face with her hands. "Bitch,why you acting all jittery? I ain't no snitch. Although you can tell how in the hell you and coach are,you know,"Kendra whispered before she burst out laughing. "Stop laughing. God,"Britt said as she begin to fan herself. "How the hell did this happen? Don't lie now. Goodness Britt I am supposed to be your homie. And you holding out on this juicy information like that,"Kendra said as she shook her head from side to side. "You dead wrong." "What are you talking about?I know you didn't go there. How long have you been keeping your relationship a secret from me."Britt said as she rolled her eyes. She grabbed her stuff and got up to leave. "Where you going? Girl sit back down. Its not like I am going to be running around telling anybody,"Kendra said as she pulled Britt back down in her seat. "Seriously I'm not if that's what you are worried about,"Kendra said as she slid in closer to Britt."So spill. How long have you guys been hooking up?" "I don't want to talk about it.here in the open." "Text me then."Kendra said as she picked her phone. It was the same identical one that Britt had and it had been sitting right next to Britt's phone. Britt rolled her eyes. "I am waiting,"Kendra said in a British accent. "Stop doing that,"Britt said as she got her phone. "What are you talking?"Kendra said as she spoke once again in the British accent. "You aren't funny,British,and you damn sure ain't Nicki Minaj with five hundred different personalities,"Britt said as she sent Kendra a text message. "What the pickled french toast,"Kendra said as she read the text message. Kendra quickly texted a reply. Britt looked down at her phone. "What the hell? You kissed him at the freaking the dance. You should have told me that. Why didn't you Hooker?" "Idk. I didn't really want anyone to know I was trying to forget to I even did that." "Okay,heifer this texting thing isn't working for me lets go outside so you can just tell me all this from the beginning," Kendra said as she took one last bite out of her sloppy Joe. Britt got her stuff and followed Kendra outside. They found a table that was completely isolated. Far out of reach from anyone to hear their conversation. "Spill the beans."Kendra said as she sat down. "Oh my God. Don't repeat nothing I tell you. I mean it." "GURL really I am your friend. You are the only that knows about me and my situation. Come on know. Stop tripping." "Your right." Britt said as she let Kendra know what happened that night at the dance all the way up to last night. "You nasty."Kendra said playfully when Britt was done talking. "Shut up." "So this is why you didn't answer my calls,why you were late picking me up,and why coach didn't say much of nothing about me missing practice." "Yeah."Britt said as she nibbled on her bottom lip. "So you haven't slept with him officially yet?"Kendra asked. "No," "Good because you shouldn't" "Why not?" "He is married. I know you didn't forget." "It slipped my mind." "Well you should think really hard about that. You still have your freaking v-card. Are you sure you want him to have it?" "Maybe. Besides who says we are even going that far?" "Um his text message where he states 'f uck you blind,deaf,and dumb',like really as if that is possible." "I guess I will just have to find out then." "Britt seriously what is the true nature of this relationship,"Kendra said as she crossed her arms."He is married. Older then you. And he is your old seventh grade teacher slash current cross country coach. Come on. All you are getting out of this is apparently a f uck. That's it." "Who says I wanted a relationship because I don't?" "Um every chick in America that's who." "Well I don't." "Maybe you should stop and think about what you are doing before you continue. Make sure you are positive this is the road you want to go down. I'm not judging and don't think that I am. I just don't want you to get caught up into some mess." "Okay. I hear what you saying. And I get it." By the time Britt made it to practice she'd developed a guilty conscious. "Child I can't even look his way knowing the things y'all been doing," Kendra whispered to Britt as they did a hip & lower back stretches. "Yeah me too,"Britt said as she glanced over in Grays direction. "Why you sounding all depressed? " "I'm not,"Britt said as she got up off the ground. "Quit lying. What's wrong?" "Nothing."Britt said as she walked over to the starting line. "Bull crap.What's your malfunction big head?" "I said nothing." "Yeah right. For real Britt what's the problem." "FINE. I am on the guilt trip boat roomed up in first class. Thanks to you by the way. Making me realize I can't play this game when he has somebody at home,"Britt said as she avoided looking at Gray. "Sorry I didn't mean too. That wasn't my intention. I was just delivering you the truth. And you know sugar coating ain't in my blood or vocabulary." "Ugh. Can we change the subject?" Britt said as Gray started to make his way over towards them. "Girl if you can't handle the heat then stay the hell up out of the kitchen. Jocked that one from grams." "And things were tasting so good."Britt said as Gray told them to line up. "The samples always do." "Britt Noels step out of line. You are on probation."Gray said as he blew his whistle for the group to start running.Britt stepped out of the way and off the track. "So that talk. We seriously need to have it." "No we don't." "Why is that?" "Because we should resume back to as we were and forget anything happened." Britt rushed out. 'Bullshit' her subconscious screamed at her. "Oh,why is that?" Gray said as tried to keep from smiling. "Because you are married. And I am not going to do that. I wouldn't want some heifer messing with my husband behind my back." "Why the change of heart?" "I told you. You are married. And I can't play with karma like that.". Britt said as she started to bite her nails. "You're good." "Huh?" "We have a open relationship." "Excuse me?" "I said we're open." "What the hell kind of mess is that?" "You know what that means." Gray said as he walked away from her. Britt's phone vibrated. She reached in her gym shorts pocket and pulled it out. :::::::::::text message ::::::::::: "Girl my cramps are killing me. Thank me later." Britt looked up and turned around to see Kendra walking over to Gray with an arm around her stomach. Britt shook her head. "What are you doing,"she mouthed at Kendra. "You know what."Kendra mouthed back before Gray turned his attention to her. Chapter Six Britt left as soon as practice was over. When she got home she had seven missed calls. Every last single one of them was from Gray. "Hey mom,"Britt said as she walked into the master bedroom. "Hey,here take this bag down stairs for me." Britt grabbed the case that was handed to her. "Where are you off to?"Britt asked. Her mom zipped up the other suitcase on the bed. "Off to seal this account in big old London. I shouldn't be gone for too long. I'd say about the usual time. Lets say hopefully four days min-um." "Bring me back something." "Like what?" "Robert Pattinson. Oh and Zayn Malik from One Direction." "Fat chance."her mother laughed. Britt smiled. "I know right. So I guess I can settle for a pair of shoes. Or two." "That I can do." "Awesome. " Britt said as she carried the heavy suitcase downstairs. "What the heck do you have in here? A body?" Britt shouted so here mother could hear her. "SHOES."her mother yelled back. "Don't blame you."Britt said as she dropped the case in front of the door. Britt checked her phone to see another missed called. She put her phone back in her pocket when her mom came down the stairs. "Okay you know the routine. Stash of emergence cas-" "In the shoe box under your bed,no staying out past eleven,no one over unless its Kendra,no boys, absolutely no house parties,and only use the American Express card only for gas and approved necessities. Gun in the case down the hall in the study. Mom I got it." "Alright then. See ya baby." "Bye mom.Love you."Britt said as she leaned in to get a kiss from her mom. Her mom placed a quick peck on her cheek. "Love you too. Be back as fast as I can."her mother said as hurried out the door with her luggage. Britt locked the door behind her. Britt walked into the living room and dived on the giant sectional. She reached for the remote on the coffee table. She clicked the power button and turned it to Fuse. 'Billy on the street',Funny or Die was currently on.Britt rolled her eyes as she felt the vibration of her phone. She pulled the cell phone once again from her pocket. This time she answered. "What?"she said without any emotions. "Whats wrong with you?"Kendra said on the other line. "Nothing."Britt said as she sat up. "Okay whats up?" "Nothing."Britt repeated. "As if. So whats the deal between you and um Gray." "Nadda.Zero.Zip. Plain and simple nothing at all." "Well what happened?" "Nothing really. After you left I just kept my distance." "Okay."Kendra dragged out. "Okayy. You don't have to say it like that." "Jeez girl I mean I didn't mean to discourage you or anything like that from seeing the man." "I know. And besides you didn't. I did that a on my own." "Well I just felt like if he's married then you shouldn't even waste your time like that. What if your feelings for him are deeper then you think?" "Yeah. No I understand. Besides he and his wife a open relationship?" "Say what now?" "He and his wife have a open relationship." "Pump the brakes and swerve left for a second. Whatcha you mean by open?" "That's what he said. I mean I guess they give each other permission to sleep with whoever they want to." "I guess this explains why he really wasn't that pissed about that kiss you gave him....and why he didn't say anything about it to the principal or somebody. Even worse your mom." "I don't really care. Its all water under the bridge now." "Aw girl shut up and stop lying." "Kendra don't." "Really Britt. You were all happy go lucky all through the day until I mentioned his martial status. "Save it. Do you need me to come pick you up?" "Actually nope.Wesley is taking me home. Parents are still at work. So I'm good. They wont see him dropping me off. "Come over for a little while. My mom left. She is on her way to London. She wont be back for a few days." "Instead,how about you call Gray and tell him to come over. And figure that crap out." "Hell no. Are you nuts right now? Matter of fact have you been smoking a few blunts or something?" "Ha,ha,ha. No,but have you? Look Britt I love you and you are always going to my friend. No matter what you do. If you want to kick it with him then do it. Don't let me stop you from doing what you want to do." "You aren't." "Then why are you sitting down moping about it." "No I'm not. That is ridiculous." "Just call him. Invite him over or whatever. I will see you tomorrow at school." "Yeah see you tomorrow." "Call him." "Bye Kendra."Britt said as she ended the phone call. She was to about to toss her phone on the coffee table when it vibrated. Britt took a moment to look at the caller id. Okay she was feeling fifty,fifty. She wanted to answer and the other half didn't. Britt turned her phone off. That solved that. For the past two weeks Britt tried to keep her focus on other things. She still resumed going to practice, but managed to avoid a conversation with Gray. She deleted him off facebook,and his number from her phone. There was one place that she wasn't so sure, if she was going to be able to avoid him fully, and that was at the cross country competition in Minnesota. After the plan ride to Minnesota. Everyone and their luggage loaded onto a shuttle bus. There were only six chaperones plus Gray. "Roll call ladies."Gray said as he stood at the front of the shuttle bus. He called out everyone's name. "Britt Noels?"he shouted a little louder then the rest. "Here,"she said as she tried not to look up from her cell phone as she played angry birds star wars. "Girl, he is staring at you hard . What did you do to that man?" Kendra leaned over and whispered to Britt. "Not a damn thing."Britt whispered back. "All counted for. Alright then lets head out."Gray said as he took a seat in the front of the bus. "Oh look I finally beat this stupid level."Britt said as she flashed the screen at Kendra." Girl what are you looking at?" Britt said as she looked at whatever it was that had Kendra's attention. "Oh hell no,"Britt said when she looked out the window."Bitch are you crazy?!" "What?"Kendra said as she quickly blew a kiss to Wesley and waved bye. "What the heck is he doing here?" "Supporting the team. From a distance,"Kendra said as she sat back in her seat. "Oh god." "Chill and relax." "Really,chill and relax?" "Yeah."Kendra said as she placed her pink dr.dre headphones on. "You worry to much." When they made it to their hotel. The team had to pick a roommate. It was a no brainier that Kendra and Britt wanted to room together. Britt allowed Kendra to get their room key from Gray. She wasn't about to do it. Later on that night Kendra came out of the bathroom in club clothing. "Where do you think you are going?"Britt said as she slid out of bed and stood up. Hands on her hips. "Out."Kendra said as she throw on a pair of pink glittery pumps. "You know that the chaperone take turns making rounds throughout the night. Or did you forget,"Britt said as she crossed her arms.over her chest. "They don't. They never do it like they are supposed to. Do it worry I will be back no later then twelve?" "Dude we have a competition tomorrow. Wait until afterwards to go out and party with your man." "Look chick if you had a man you wouldn't be saying what you are saying. Matter of fact your butt would be following me right out that door." "Lucky me that I don't." "I promise to be back at twelve on the dot." "Whatever. Just go. But if you get caught that's on you." "I wont." "Okay, love you bye."Kendra said as she went to the door. "Aren't you forgetting something?"Britt said as she held up the key to their room. "No. I got everything."Kendra said as she stopped to check her pockets. "Are you sure?" Kendra turned around to see Britt holding out the key. "Oh. Yeah duh. How the hell was I going to get back in." "Have fun but not to much fun." Britt said as she handed over the key. "Okay Britt."Kendra said as she headed out the door. Britt turned off all the lights and hopped back into the bed. There was a knock on the door. She kicked off the cover and went to go see who it was. If this was Kendra Britt swore she was going to choke her. Britt stood on her toes and looked through the peephole. "Great,"she breathed as she saw Gray. Her phone went off on the nightstand. She walked over and picked up her phone. She knew it was him. Taking a deep breath she answered. "Open the door."Was all he said before hanging up. Britt walked back to the door. She didn't have to open the door. "Then don't do it,"she said out loud to herself. But you really want her subconscious told her. She wanted him and still did. No matter how hard and heavy she tried to deny it. Britt twisted the lock and opened the door. Gray walked in. Shutting and locking the door behind him. "Where is Miss Kendra off to this late? Especially when we have a competition tomorrow. "To the vending machine. She is going to get us something to snack on while we have some girl talk." "Dressed like that I don't think so. I wasn't born yesterday. Where is she going?" "Out with a friend." "And when will she be returning?" Gray said as he took a step closer to Britt. Lie,lie,lie she repeated to herself in her head. "Twelve o'clock tonight,"she said truthfully. "Good. Because you and I have a lot of ground to cover." Britt hit the wall. She barely even noticed that she had been taking steps away from him. "No we don't." "Yes we do."Gray said as his large frame towered over her small body. "And what would that be?" "Let me refresh your memory." Gray said right before he took her lips. He wasted no time. Gray quickly tasted and devoured. "Okay, talk to me Britt,"Gray said as he pulled away. "Huh?"Britt said as she became partial aware.She slowly reopened her eyes. "What has you running in the opposite direction?" "Light."Britt said as she moved to the side. "Forget the lights." Gray said as he moved her.back in front of him against the wall. "Why did you get cold feet? I thought you wanted me." "I can't do it with a clear conscious with you being married." "Open relationship." "I know but still. It doesn't feel right. Why do you have a open relationship anyway?" "You're more her type and her thing compared to me." "Huh? I don't understand." "My wife is a lesbian." "Whatever. Stop lying. If she is then why is still married to you?" "Oh trust me she is. She has been undercover about it for a longtime. Why is she still married to me? She comes from a super religious family. Divorce hasn't been exactly placed on the table. I haven't fallen for anyone to make me take that step. And I'm the scapegoat that keeps her in her fathers will." "Is that the best you can do?" Britt laughed as she rolled her eyes. "Hold on to that." Gray said as he pulled out his cell phone. "Just a second." Gray quickly dialed a phone number. "What are you doing?" "Calling my wife. You can just ask her. I mean you are the one thinking I am making this up and I want to clear all the confusion." Chapter Seven “No, don’t call your wife,” Britt shrieked in a whisper. She reached for his cell phone as it rung on the other end. He had to be joking. “You have doubts and we need to fix that,” Gray said as he held the phone out of her grasp. “Gray but you don’t need to bring your wife into this. Hang up the phone, “Britt said as she ran hand through her hair. She didn’t care about clearing up any confusion. “Hello,” Grays wife said on the other end. Britt groaned and moved away from Gray. “Hey it’s me,” Gray said as he placed the phone on loud speaker. Britt rolled her eyes; he didn’t need to call her. “Can you call me later? I am in the middle of something.” “It won’t take but a minute.” “Not right now. I have company Gray. You know she barely gets days off.” “Oh you have that kind of company, me too.” Gray glanced over at Britt. She avoided looking in his direction. ‘Good now call me back in the morning. Have fun because you are interrupting mine.” “It’s only a couple of questions.” “Can it wait? Call me in the freaking morning.” The line went dead before Gray could say anything more. “Okay, you didn’t have to call her,” Britt said as she folded her arms. She signed heavily and tried to think where this was going. “Like I said we need to clear up this confusion.” “How about we just end it before it even starts?” “I think it’s a little late for that but all you have to do is say the word. If you don’t want to continue speak up and let me know. You don’t have to run from me.” “I wasn’t running,” Britt said as she nibbled on her bottom lip. “Then what would you call it,” Gray said as he sat across from her on the other bed. “Taking precautions and I don’t want to be a home wrecker. Plus there is that what if we get caught in the back of mind. You would lose your job, end up in jail, and I don’t want to see that happen.  It’s a risk and yet that is the best part. “ “The thrill of doing something no one would ever approve of, I figured that much but we won’t get caught. I think we can manage to make sure we don’t.” “I think we should end it and that is all I have to say about it.”   Britt thought about that night almost every day. It felt like she made the wrong decision. Strangely and too much of her annoyance Grey brushed her off and went on like nothing happened. As if nothing ever happened between the two of them. It fueled her rage slightly, and helped her convince herself that she was right to end it, before things got to damn heated. Who was she fooling? It did get there. “Baby, what’s wrong with you?” “Nothing,” Britt said as she took off her gown and tossed it on the back of the chair that was at her computer desk. “You are going to miss me too much. Admit it that is the reason you have been acting strange lately. Britt you choose to go to New York instead of Florida. I don’t know why you changed your mind. Now you are going to be farther away from Alabama. You still have time to transfer over to my school and we can end the nonsense.” “No, Jose. We are not even going to discuss this again,” Britt said as she rolled her eyes.  Jose and Britt had only been dating for a few months. He was head over heels in love with her but she wasn’t. Britt liked him and did enjoy his company. “Damn it girl, fine I will switch schools. If you won’t then I will. I can’t do this relationship long distance,” Jose said as he took off his gradation cap and tossed it on her bed. “We can make it work. If you want we can try a break for a while,” Britt said as she looked over at him. “Oh hell no, I got you and I am not letting you go.” For weeks now Jose had been trying to convince her to move to Alabama with him. There was no way in hell she was going to move anywhere with Jose. “Well you better go and get ready for the party Kendra is throwing tonight. We can just link up there,” Britt said as she pulled Jose off her bed. Jose made tsking sounds as he grabbed Britt. She groaned as she fell hard against his chest. He kissed her softly on her neck. “We can skip that. I doubt if we will be missing much of anything.” “Come on I am going. Kendra has been planning this for a while now. I am her friend and she expects me to be there and I told her I would.” “Alright,” Jose said as he went to get up. “See you later,” Britt said as Jose walked out of her bedroom. She laid down flat on her bed and looked up at the ceiling. It was time she ended the relationship. She had fun nonetheless with Jose, her mind and heart was not fully committed even though he ended up being her first. She convinced herself it didn’t matter but it did because she had those damn regretful feelings. Clearly a mistake on her part but it was her fault, she felt like she had to prove she wasn’t that into Gray and the infatuation she had was long gone. Besides Jose did have a sweet side but it wasn’t enough to make this relationship long term. Britt knew what the root of the problem was and she needed to fix it. Blowing out a frustrated breath Britt got up and headed downstairs. She retrieved her cell phone from inside her purse and responded to the text Gray had sent. At first she wasn’t going to but now she had a change of heart. He’d congratulated Britt on her graduation but she had something she needed to discuss. Her phone vibrated and she glanced at the words, she replied back and got her car keys. “Where are you going?” “Mom I will be back. I have something that I need to go do and I will be right back.” “Okay, be quick I want to take you and Jose out for dinner before the two of you head off to that party Kendra is having.” “Yeah I will let Jose know. Bye,” Britt said on her way out the door. Britt jumped into her car and headed to the place Gray had texted, using her GPS to help her get there. It was in the middle of nowhere. “What am I doing?” Britt said as she stopped at a store to get gas. She hadn’t quite spoken to him and he didn’t acknowledge her presence unless he had to. She tried not to think too much and keep on towards her destination. Britt’s stomach turned in knots when she finally pulled beside Gray’s car. Their cars were hidden by the heavy rows and bundles of forest trees surrounding them. Britt got out of her car and headed over to his. She mumbled a hello when she got into the passenger side. “So what did you have to tell me?” Britt took a deep breath and looked in his direction. “Are you game to retry this?” “What is there to retry?” “I don’t know. We did start something and I want to finish it. It’s obvious what this is, we both know, and it doesn’t even need to be said. Do you want to or do you not?” At first she didn’t think he was going to answer, Gray seemed lost in thought. “Gray?” She looked out the window. Britt started to feel embarrassed for even going down this road again. Sighing heavily she glanced over at him. Damn! His answer was written all over his face. Within seconds Britt was in his lap, returning his kisses in a heated fury, and her heart pounded away in excitement. “R-rules, we need rules.” Gray managed to get out. “Later,” Britt said breathlessly. “Hell yeah,” Gray said as he worked fast at the buttons on her blouse. Closing her eyes Britt exhaled slowly. The feel of his hot breath as he trailed light kisses down Britt’s collar bone sent shivers down her spine. She managed to toss shirt somewhere inside the car out of her way, her bra quickly joined his shirt. Britt’s hands became entwined in Gray’s hair as he enveloped a nipple into his mouth. The sound of a phone vibrating broke them apart for a second. “I am not answering that,” Britt murmured as she attempted to remove the rest of her clothing. “Don’t,” Gray said as he did the same and moved the remainder of his attire. “Nice to know you came prepared,” Britt chuckled as she saw Gray rip open the plastic wrapper. “Call it a hunch,” Gray said against her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Britt felt him probing and pressing against her, until he pushed forward and pulled her down inch by inch until he was fully inside of her. About damn time, she wanted to yell out. Gray had her panting and craving for more.     Britt walked into the house and locked the front door behind her. “Where have you been?” Britt’s mother demanded as she jumped off the sofa. “Sorry I meant to call,” Britt said as she headed up the stairs. “Well I called several times and so did Jose. I called Kendra and she didn’t have a clue where you were. You damn near gave me a heart attack.” “I said sorry. Look I am back safe and sound. I just went to clear my head. Graduation has me thinking about my future, college worries, and the realization that soon I am going to be miles away from home.” “All you had to do was come talk to me not disappear for half the day.” “My mistake and I promise it won’t happen again.” “Aww, baby I got my own worries. My little girl is all grown up. Seems like it was yesterday I brought you home. Now you are leaving me but with good reasons. You have to start making your own way and finding yourself in this world. College is a big part of that and you are going to college.” “I never said I was backing out of college. Just seems to be happening fast and sooner than I expected.” “Alright, but just so you know you are not going to that party. You had me up in here worried half sick about you.” “That’s fine as long as we can watch a movie on Netflix, have some mother and daughter bonding time. I need that more than a party right now plus some extra butter popcorn.” “You sure you okay.” “Yeah I am just fine, better if anything else.” “Now you are about to make me cry.” “For what, mom?” “One day when you are a mom you will understand but yeah let’s do this movie thing.” Britt tried not to laugh as her mother headed to the bathroom to clean off her running mascara. She blew out a breath of relief. Next time she would answer the damn phone. Jose had sent her an endless stream of text messages of worry, Kendra got the memo when Britt texted the letter G, but Jose didn’t understand why she hadn’t called or texted him back. Britt rolled her eyes and got her phone and texted Jose. Within seconds he was calling her phone. “Hey,” Britt said with little energy. “Where are you? You know your mother has been calling me half the day looking for you.” “Don’t worry I am home now.” “Damn it girl you should have answered our phone calls and text message.” “Well I am fine. I just needed to go for a minute somewhere quiet and alone.” “You could have filled someone in.” “I didn’t think I really need to,” Britt said in annoyance as she shrugged her shoulders. “I will be there in five minutes.” “No, I am going to spend the rest of the night with my mom.” “Okay I can respect that but how about I come over later.” “Come by in the morning.” “Britt you know you are acting strange and I don’t like it. Baby if there is something you need to tell me then please do.” “Come see me in the morning and stop worrying because I am good.” Chapter Eight “Wake up,” Kendra said as she hit Britt with a pillow. Britt groaned as she stretched and rubbed her eyes. “Hey,” Britt said groggily as she smiled at Kendra. “Coffee, ham, egg, and cheese croissant,” Kendra said happily as she picked up the Java Jax bag and coffee cup off Britt’s nightstand. “Um thank you. What time is it?” Britt yawned and accepted the coffee and sandwich that Kendra had brought. “Eight Forty. Now you have some explaining to do,” Kendra said as she sat down on Britt’s bed. “What?” Britt took a sip of the coffee. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know where you were yesterday and it sure as hell wasn’t with Jose.” “Shhh,” Britt said as she got up, closed her bedroom door, locked it and turned on some music. “Your mother left to go to the store. Stop being paranoid,” Kendra said as she laughed. “Kendra it doesn’t matter please don’t do that or ask me something like that when my door is open. What if she forgot something and had walked past my door and heard you.” “My bad, anyway so what activities were you doing with him that you had to miss my party of all things?” “Can I eat this wonderful delicious looking and smelling croissant that you brought me first?” Britt started to unwarp the sandwich. “Beotch you can eat and talk at the same time. Come on I have been waiting through the night for you to fill me in.” “Okay,” Britt said before taking a bite out of the croissant. “Any time now,” Kendra said impatiently. “We had sex the end.” “I figured that much but how did this happen?” “Simple he took his penis and stuck it in my vagina.” Britt and Kendra burst out laughing. “Quit playing Britt. I am being serious.” Britt took another bite out of the croissant before finally telling Kendra what happened yesterday, making sure to include every detail, so Kendra wouldn’t keep asking until she delivered. “So was this a onetime thing?” “No, I can’t say it will be and I don’t expect it to last. You and I leave for New York at the end of July.” “Man I thought you weren’t dealing with him anymore. What about Jose? That boy is in love with you. You just cheated on him.” “To be honest I didn’t think about that part. I really didn't." “He is going to flip when he finds out you slept with someone else.” “Kendra he won’t. The only way he will is if you or me tell him. Besides I am going to end the relationship. I don’t want to hurt him and I tried talking about us taking a break but he doesn’t even want that. Jose keeps on bugging me about Alabama and now he is talking about moving to New York. I can’t allow him to do that when I don’t want to be in this relationship for another second.” “If you are you need to do it now. I will be damned if he is moving into our apartment with us. I noticed he is clingy and warning bells are going off in my head Britt. I didn’t say anything because I figured I might be wrong.”   “Jose is a good guy deep down but not for me. It’s not him being clingy it’s just I am young and I want to be free. I don’t want to be with the same guy for ten years and not experience some type of independence. I want to have my own with you of course being my roommate but without the guy. “ “Plus when you move in with your boyfriend you end sexing more, it gets old, ends with one of you cheating or moving the hell out. I agree we are young not ready for something long term. If you are going to end this relationship do it now before you have sex with Gray again.” “That is the plan. I just don’t think Jose is going to let me end it. He is going to try to get me to stay with him.” “Well more power to you.” “He is supposed to be stopping by today and I figured I might as get it over with.” “Yeah don’t delay it.” “Speaking of the devil,” Britt said when her cell phone started to ring. Kendra got up to turn the music down. Britt frowned when she looked at the caller id. It was not Jose calling but Gray. “Hello,” Britt said when she answered. “Can you meet me tonight?” “Um I don’t know I can see.” “Okay I will text you were to meet me.” Gray hung up. “So I am going to guess and that wasn’t Jose.” “No it wasn’t it was Gray.” “What did he want?” “To meet me later,” Britt said as she shrugged her shoulders. The door bell rung and Britt knew that had to be Jose. “You want me to go answer it?” “No. It’s probably Jose. Just stay here it won’t take me long to do what I got to do.” Britt got up and headed down the stairs. She hurried up and unlocked the front door and opened it. “Good morning baby,” Jose said as he strolled into the house and pulled Britt into his arms. Britt dodged his kiss and attempted to get out of his hold. Jose wouldn’t let go until he’d planted a kiss on Britt. “Looks your mom is gone and we got the place to ourselves.” Jose started to pull her in the direction of the stairs. “Stop,” Britt said as she managed to twist her arm out of his grip. “What? Come one lets go to your bedroom.” “Um we aren’t alone Kendra is up stairs.” “Make her leave,” Jose said as he pulled Britt closer to him and started to land kisses where he could. “I am not going to do that. We need to talk,” Britt said as she took a deep breath. “Yeah we do need to talk so um come with quick.” “I am not going upstairs.” “No I need you to come with me somewhere.” “Jose I still have morning breathe and I haven’t taken a shower nor do my hair.” Jose nervously ran a hand through his hair. “Fine, hurry up and get ready.” “Jose I am not going. I have something I really need to say to and I don’t know how to say but then again I do.” “Later Britt, now will you please go change and do whatever you need to do.” Jose said as he pushed her lightly towards the stairs. “No because what I have to say can’t wait.” “Whatever? Hurry up.” “I- I- I……..I would....I want for us to stop seeing each other.”Britt managed to get out. “Excuse me?” “I feel like….it’s ….it’s not like I want to hurt but I don’t love you and I can’t be with you if I don’t.” “You have got to be joking. I am I being pranked right now.” “No it’s no joke. “ “I can’t believe you dropped this bomb on me right now.” “I’m sorry.” “You know that dinner your mom and us were supposed to have,” Jose said as he laughed. “Yeah she grounded me for it.” “That was my idea because I was going to ask you to marry me.” “What?” “Yeah I was. I know what I want and it’s a little bit f’ed up that you saying this right now.” “Jose we haven’t even been dating for a year and you want to ask me to marry you. No we are too young for something like that.” “I didn’t think we were. I loved you so I overlooked that part.” “Jose you have a future to think about as do I. Marriage can wait focus on enjoying life. Obviously I want you to be happy and I hope that you find someone who will feel the same way you do.” “I thought you did. I thought you did and what the hell? You knew you wanted to break up since I don’t know how long now. Didn’t you? You should’ve ended it before a dude started catching feelings for you” Jose yelled at Britt as he punched the wall. “You need to calm,” Britt said as she backed away from Jose. “Don’t tell me what to do.” “Okay it’s time for you go,” Britt said as she made a beeline for the door. “Sorry,” Jose said calmly. “No just leave.” Britt held the door open and Jose quickly stormed out slamming the door behind him. “Damn he was pissed,” Kendra said as she made her way down the stairs. “You eavesdropped.” “Sure did and I am little bit sad for Jose. The dude was about to ask you to marry him.” “Don’t rub it in. That was not easy for me to do. I almost didn’t break up with him.” “You did Britt.” “Like I said it wasn’t easy. I was so close to back tracking and then I would’ve had to deal with his marriage proposal. God, I feel so sick right.” “You will be alright.” “Now I wish I hadn’t done that to him. I don’t want to be the reason behind him treating other women like shit if he does. I broke his heart.” “Please Jose was not a saint or did you forget who he was before you jumped into a relationship with him.” “True.” “The guy was hooking up with girls left and right.” “Still I do have somewhat of a conscious. I feel bad.” “Your vagina must have been good for him to want to ask marriage like that. What eighteen year old you know is thinking about marriage only a few months into a relationship. You had that boy whipped. Your sex must have been the kryptonite.” “Shut up Kendra,” Britt said as she headed back up the stairs.   “Think about it.” Publication Date: January 28th 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-newwriter88

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MysteryWriter Jordans Sex Sequel Prt 6&7 My New Job Part 1 I was on my way to his office In The city. Gene and I had known each other for years. He lived for a short time in mine and my girlfriends’ apartment when I was in between boyfriends. I used to let him fondle and caress my breasts, or rub my body when I was lonely or just aroused. I had only been 19 at the time. He never crossed a line, for that reason we are still friends. I pretend to like to be assertive and controlling, but secretly I love to be dominated. Thinking about when Jacob shoves his cock down my throat shouting vulgarities at me like "take it all down your throat slut", makes me tingle. I can be a very, very bad girl. I remember cuddling up to his body at night playing innocent. He tried his best to pretend he wasn’t aroused by the short little outfits I wore to bed and I pretended I didn’t wear them to tease him. Anyway, he called an “executive position” in his office. Gene had become a powerfully rich man, pioneering some new kind of software for the internet. His office was in an ominous looking building. I got in the elevator and I could feel eyes on me. Had they never seen a pretty Burnett girl of 21 in their building before? My body shivered under the cold and embarrassment I felt when I saw how my rock hard nipples were protruding in my white blouse. Fuck, I felt like such a horny slut. His office was crowded, but he told me to just come in when I got there. I opened his office door, intruding onto what looked like a very important meeting. I could feel a flush come over my face as several pairs of eyes darted to my face first, than my blouse. Fuck. “That’s all gentlemen.” Men in expensive suites dutifully picked up their portfolios and briefcases filing past me. Several of the younger executives looked me up and down openly. One of the older business men stopped by the door obviously intending to be the last one out. He was handsome in that Harrison Ford kind of way and smiled at me looking lustily in my eyes as he closed the door. Weird. “How are you Jo.” “Wow. Does everyone just obey you like that?” I teased. “Ha, you always did.” I didn’t like that, it was a strange confidence I hadn’t really seen him assert. Not sure what he meant I sat down uneasily in a large leather chair. “So about this position…” I began. “Jo, how is your boyfriend.” Strange subject change I thought. “Uh, he’s fine. The vulgarity left him unmoved and he didn’t laugh. “You always did like money.” And power I added in my head. He stood walking over to the window exposing a very well tailored expensive suit. “It’s more of an executive assistant position…. that is until you’ve proven yourself.” “Oh I don’t mind that,” I chimed in excitedly, “I can start from the bottom”. He smirked. “What will I be doing though, you’ve been very secretive”. “Well I need someone to manage that crowd out there....” “Oh, no problem” I interjected again excitedly. “And someone to help entertain executives coming into town,” “Of course” I said charmingly. “And she would have to come in very early…” “Ok well I hate mornings but duh….” “And she would have to be naked”. He paused smiling at me. “What?” I said a bit stunned, thinking I had heard wrong. He laughed loudly. “I’m just kidding”. I looked relieved. “Just mostly naked and in anything I tell her to wear”. I waited for a punch line but his serious expression did not diminish. “Jordan, I wonder if you could really do the job I want you too, you look scared”. This wasn’t the man I remembered. “You have no reason to be. I know your desires, we’ve been dancing around this for years.” “Ok, I think I understand why you brought me here, the paid flight, and the 80k for secretarial work. Check it out I’m not a slut and I won’t do anything your dirty mind has intended.” My assertive nature was rearing its ugly head as I walked to a wood paneled door. I made sure to sway my hips in that sexy “I’m nobody’s bitch” attitude. “Yes you are Jordan, and your gonna love it.” “Excuse me?” “Tomorrow you will wear something a little sluttier than what you are now although I am enjoying the free show.” He motioned to the light white blouse that was mostly transparent where you could visibly see my tits hanging out of my bra. “Show me what color panties your wearing.” I hesitantly played the role he had forced me into and walked over to the desk. I slowly slid the tight skirt over my thighs revealing my stockings stuck tight to my moist thighs, the hot little black garter belt and my lacy pink underwear. He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward. “Your wet.” I felt ashamed he had caught me wet. I had been horny all afternoon and couldn’t wait to get back to my room and Fuck Jacob. The scenario in his office wasn't helping. My scent wafted through the office. He slid my panties to the side and probed my lips. I jumped back slightly feeling my face flush. “Very wet.” He looked up at me devilishly. “Sign the papers out on the desk and be here at 8 am. Wear no stockings, something obscenely short and a thong.” As he barked his orders to me I pulled down my tight skirt and started for the door. When I Got Home, Jacob Tackled Me. My God I missed you, He Said. "Its Only Been an 2 Hours". I Said That 15 Seconds In Dog Years, He Said I Chuckled At Him, And We made Love. Chapter 6: I don’t know what I’m getting myself into. The next day was freezing cold. I ran from the Hummer H-4 in my short skirt with no stockings on as I had been ordered to wear. I clung to my coat feeling my breasts bouncing in the low cut silky material of my blouse. I was angry he was making me do this, but aroused at feeling I didn’t have a choice. I scrambled into the elevator almost tripping in ridiculously high heels. They were the sluttiest shoes I owned and I thought that Jacob Would Wake Up Seeing This Slutty Outfit And Stone Me, willing to do anything to keep it all a secret. I gasped a bit when I felt a hand on my ass cheek. I turned abruptly to see that same executive from the other day lustily looking at me. “How are you Miss Jordan?” “I’m fine thank you.” I glared clenching my teeth while trying to brush his hand away, but it was already traveling up my thigh. When my floor came I pushed out of the elevator hearing a soft chuckle from some of the men in the oversized space. Great way to start the morning, I could only imagine the humiliating things that Gene had planned for me today. He was already in a meeting and I was intruding again. He asked everyone to leave and stared at me. “Why are you still wearing your coat?” I looked surprised. It was freezing in his office. He was in a full suit and I was barley wearing anything. “I’m cold Gene.” “Sir” He growled as he glared at my coat. “And it really doesn’t matter if your cold. Strip.” “Strip? Please Gene, uh, Sir don’t make me, I’ll freeze.” “Now” He delighted in ordering. I slowly pulled the coat off of my shoulders. I pulled down the zipper of a very form fitting dress revealing my curvy figure. My long hair brushed my cheeks as I pulled down the tight, dark green tweed dress that was obscenely short. I stood with my hands on my small waist daring him to order me again. My nipples started to feel the effects of losing the dress. “God, you’re a stupid bitch. Why did you wear a bra? And why are you staring at me like a senseless whore, I said strip. Take it all off.” I was a little taken back by him calling me names, but I obeyed. I slid the straps of my tight black bra off my shoulders one at a time. My tits that had been bulging out of the small cups were happy to be released bouncing forward freely when I unclasped the back. I slid my fingers down my stomach to the string of my black transparent thong and pulled it slowly down my thighs. I stood naked before him shivering slightly. I started to remove my heels but he told me to keep them on because he liked it. “You know I almost called your Husband to tell him how easily you agreed to my price.” He laughed mockingly as my mouth dropped. “Relax, I didn’t. I always knew you had gorgeous tits but you’re a really well proportioned woman. Turn around let me see that big ass.” I moved my mouth in reproach but decided to just to do what he asked dutifully. “Come here”. I walked slowly over to his desk swaying my hips. “Bend over the desk”. He picked up his phone on the desk and dialed an extension while I found myself vulnerably exposed over a desk. “Come to my office Frank.” I looked up at him. I didn’t know he planned on inviting anybody else to participate in his sick domination. He smirked when he saw the fear on my face. I decided not to ask I was starting to fear my new master. Frank was the same dirty old man from the elevator. Fuck. I looked back at Gene begging him with my eyes to stop while trying to hide my face in shame from Frank. He was obviously enjoying seeing what his boss had asked me to do I noticed an immediate bulge start to appear in his trousers. Maybe he takes Viagra. “Sir….. please?” I pleaded out loud imploringly but I just sounded pathetic. “Frank, I caught Miss Jordan being a very naughty girl in the office. You have three daughters, what do you do to them when they were behaving badly? ” My eyes grew wide as he asked this dirty old man to give the verdict on my “punishment”. Why was he so bent on humiliating me, I thought. I hated Frank. “Why, I would spank them of course.” “Well go on Frank teach this little slut a lesson”. I looked back at Gene shocked. I could feel my bottom lip quivering feeling like I was about to cry. I love sex and I love being dominated but this was so embarrassing. I had never been treated like this by anyone. I had never been made into anyone’s slave! I felt Frank’s presence behind me. His hand pulled far away from my ass and landed hard on my right cheek. I let out a shriek. He hit me hard. I could feel the sting as he continued slowly to beat me. If I was his daughter I would never displease him ever again. Maybe that’s why Gene asked him to do it, or maybe he knew that because it was an older man it would be that much more embarrassing for me. I was fast becoming what he wanted me to be; his submissive office slut. That dirty old man kept this up for several minutes enjoying every cry he got me to let out. I could feel my ass turning bright red as it bounced back with every slap. The sound was so loud and I looked back to see Gene smiling at my torture. Frank rubbed my butt a bit to cool the blush of my cheek. Gene reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair yanking my head back. I cried out with the sudden surge of pain. Frank probed my asshole a bit with his finger. I jumped feeling him touch me in between my cheeks. He slid his finger down to my lips where I heard him let out a low chuckle. I was soaking wet. He started slowly pushing his finger into my dripping cunt and rubbed my bruised bottom with his other hand. He continued to lightly smack my butt. I wriggled a little as he continued to push is finger in and out of me. I felt nauseous even though my body was responding sexually. I looked forward expressionless feeling my body involuntarily push back on his hand dripping in my juices. He took the juices from my pussy and rubbed them in between my cheeks. He seemed intent on wetting my anus and watching me writhe in anticipation. I hoped Gene wouldn’t let him fuck me. I shuddered in disgust. “Thank you Frank. I think she’s very, very sorry for what she did.” Frank didn’t stop. “Thank you Frank, I’ll see you later in our meeting.” Frank reluctantly pulled his hands off my body. He walked to the door but turned to grin at me before he opened the door and left. He nodded to Gene. “Gene….How could you…” I protested loudly. “Sshhhh. If you didn’t like it than why are you so wet?” He said seductively. “And if I have to tell you one more time to call me sir I’ll fuck you in the ass myself. Go type this.” He threw some file folder at me. I reached for my clothes. He looked up at me and snatched my clothes from my hands. He opened a closet along the paneled wall and threw the clothes behind the door. I couldn’t believe when he actually pulled out a key and locked it. I turned and started to mumble about how ridiculous he was being. “What? What did you say Jordan?” The anger in his voice made me nervous. I couldn’t believe this old friend had me so powerless and frightened. “What are you bitching about? Just remember you brought this on yourself by being such a slut.” It was than that I noticed how aroused he was. “Come here….on your knees.” He undid his belt and I thought for sure he was going to unleash that bulge from his pants. “On all fours like a dog” he berated. “Now turn around.” I was unsure what he was going to do I thought he was going to make me suck his cock. He started to beat my ass with his belt. I had already taken so much but this completely broke my spirit. I whimpered as he cemented the pain I felt. When he ordered me to turn around he saw the tears in my eyes. “Oh baby, come here.” He showed some pity taking me into his strong warm arms and stroking my hair. “You understand don’t you? I’ve wanted you for so long and I know you wanted me to. This is your punishment for teasing me all those years. Now you know what it feels like. You’re an incredibly sexual woman that has enjoyed being a slut. Now your going to learn how to serve one man and your going to do anything I tell you. Understand?” I nodded sadly. “Now suck my cock”. I could feel his penis poking my tits as he held me. I slid down to my knees and unzipped his trousers revealing his prick. Chapter 7: He wrapped his hand around his cock and with the other grabbed me by my hair. “Open your mouth baby, and put your pretty little lips around my prick.” I opened and let him slide his member down into my throat. I heard myself moan softly as he guided his shaft in and out. I tried to stroke his head with my tongue and flick the head. It proved very difficult as he was so far down my throat. I looked up at him to see if I was pleasing him. I wanted to look at him while sucking him but he roughly handled my head, forcing back down on his cock. He groaned plunging deeper into me. He pulled out of my mouth, his pre-cum and my saliva all over him. He had stopped to look at the chair on the other side of the desk. My phone started to ring. He had left my coat on the chair when he ripped my clothes from me. We both looked up at my coat illuminating and vibrating. It stopped ringing. He stared at the jacket while making a single motion to push my head back down on him. As he surveyed the situation I continued to do the job I was hired to do. I tightened my grasp on him, sucking in my cheeks to create a tremendous pressure around his prick. His reaction was the one I desired and I felt him grow larger as he pushed deeper and deeper into the taught muscles of my throat. I let his head rest on my tongue, stroking his shaft while working up a rhythm. Again the phone rang. “Somebody wants you besides me Miss Jordan.” I glared up at him as he mocked my subservient position. “Aren’t you going to answer it? Aren’t you the secretary?” He continued to make fun of me while holding me hard by my hair to his crotch. He forced me all the way down and held it there until I’m sure I was turning blue. He finally released me as I doubled over choking trying to catch my breath. The phone kept going. “Answer it baby.” I stood and stretched the length of my body over the desk with what little strength I had regained and tore through the jacket. “Hello?” Pause, the inevitable came; “ Oh hi baby, I’m fine”. I felt Gene position his body behind me. He leaned over and told me to keep talking no matter what my Husband heard. I wanted to pull away but he held my hips in place roughly with his controlling hands. “I know….ya, no really, I’m fine. Uh, so what are you doing right now?” I struggled to make conversation. Gene moved one hand to caress the skin of my back, my long soft hair, and down back down to my ass. “Baby it was nothing ok.” My Husband persisted telling me he knew me and my tone on the message told him something was really wrong. Fuck I thought, of all the times for you to show you care. I stood in such a venerable position with my ass hanging nude in the air waiting to be raped. I continued poorly saying, “I just thought maybe of flying back last night……why?.....well….”. I looked back to see Gene rubbing his prick up and down my pussy lips. My breathing started to grow heavy as he started to feel my wetness with the head of his cock. I was craving dick. He pulled his delicious cock away and inserted two fingers into my dripping pussy. I could feel the cum squirt out onto my thighs as he teased me mercilessly. My Husband asked me why I was out of breath. My mind went blank as Gene used his other hand to reach in between my cheeks. “Um, I’m at the gym” I heard my Husband say I thought you were at the office this morning and I was acting weird. “I’m at the gym in the office….yes baby he has a gym in his office…..baby can we talk later?” Gene lifted his hand from playing with my ass and smacked my pussy hard. I looked back surprised and dejected. “Keep him on the phone.” He commanded. “Ok!” I whispered. What? I heard my Husband say. “Actually tell me about your day….” My breathing grew rapid as he continued to finger me faster and inserted his thumb into my ass. I could feel my muscles tightening around his finger. Gene knew it too and pushed harder and faster. “mmmmm….”I betrayed myself. “Oh nothing baby I’m uh….uh….ohhh….uhh….eating a really, really, really, good nutrition bar….and I’m fucking starving.” “Starving for cock” Gene teased laughingly. I threw my head back abandoning my feelings of shame and hatred towards him. Softly moaning, holding the phone as far from my mouth as possible, I pushed back on his fingers helping him get me off. I reached back and rubbed my own asshole. My mouth was open and my eyes were closed feeling myself ready to go over the edge. I moaned into the phone trying to come up with something to say “mmm baby I miss you……ya….I really do……I know baby…….I do sound horny ….” I laughed devilishly realizing how Gene was satisfying me while my Husband listened. I was breathing really hard now feeling my body shake as I was about to cum on Gene’s fingers. He pulled out of my entry right when I felt I couldn’t hold on any longer. Almost without noticing, my body still in shock, I felt him enter my ridiculously wet twat. “ohhhhhh shiiiiit….uh....I mean....I ohhhhh wow.....I wish you here…..no baby I’m on a treadmill running my heart out…..I don’t think anybody heard me….yesssss uhhhhh ............you have to go? To practice? NO….Stay….uh….talk to me……I’m sorry baby I don’t mean to uh…..ohhhh…mmmmm….ya…..be weird …..” “Oh you like that don’t you, my little office slut….my fucking office whore….what a bad girl you are….” He wasn’t even trying to keep his voice down. I looked back with my mouth wide open about to cry out. I closed the phone. “FUCK ME! OH YES GENE, I mean Sir…..motherfucking ……fuck me.” He reached down pulling at my tits. “Ya, baby those are beautiful tits…..look at them bounce bitch…this is what you were made for….my fucking cock.” He wrapped his hand around my hair twice, tightly grasping, hair wrapped around his knuckles. I didn’t argue. I begged him over and over to ram himself deeper and deeper inside of me. I dared him to cum inside my cunt. I squeezed every muscle inside of me tightening around his cock trying to make him cum early and make him feel embarrassed as he had made me earlier. He didn’t cum. He fucked me like a champion. He grabbed my hips and rammed into me. I heard his cock and balls slapping hard against my skin and the wetness of my pussy splashing as it swallowed his rock hard dick. He buried his prick deep in my juices. I could feel our cum dripping down my thighs. I cried out obscenities as he beat up my pussy, knowing I would have bruises on my hips from him flanging me. “Look at that ass, that juicy fucking ass bounce back on my dick. You can pretend all you want Jo, But your mine. I own that cunt now. You understand? MINE” He was almost out of breath using his whole body to pound into my well fucked pussy. “I understand sir….I’m nothing more than your fucking cock whore…and I’ll do whatever you fucking tell me ….just don’t stop….ahhhh…..oh god…don’t…fucking ……STOP……OH SHIT!” I came like a little bitch all over his cock, exploding on his head as if it was my first time. His dick curved right into my g-spot. I kept using obscenities begging for more dick over and over again collapsing over the desk. He laughed at me. “Oh your not done yet.” He pulled me back by my hair throwing me on the floor and picking me back up by my arm. He lowered his balls into my mouth. I tried to get my balance and lick lustily at his sack. I felt the sperm stirring and pulling back his sack as I took him in my mouth. I bathed his cock and balls in my mouth, salivating with delight all over his throbbing member. I looked up in his eyes as I licked up and down his shaft and down his balls in a fury, still exhilarated from my rocking orgasm. He pushed his large throbbing dick back down my throat. I was determined to suck him clean. He began fucking my mouth with his stirring sack beating my chin. I moaned and grunted as he drove further and further, stretching my mouth to fit his cock as he did with my pussy. “Such a bad girl” I paused to take him out of my mouth and respond, “mmmm yes, tell me” “Such a dirty, cheating, whore” “mmmm say it”I beckoned him. “Ya Jordan? You really are a prostitute aren’t you?” He giggled at his joke. “I pay you good, you fuck me good. But you are the best damn cocksucker I know. You love being on your knees. You love being my slave.” “Yes sir…I fucking love it.” I submitted entirely. With every inch he fed me I moaned louder into his crotch. Fuck yes, I thought to myself. Fucking use me. I pulled back hard on his cock creating a vacuum for him to cum in. I went down feverishly on him. Up and down, up and down, using my hand to massage the length of his shaft and telling him with my eyes to cum. “Such a bad girl…….mmmmm…….. but so good” He pulled hard on my hair and his legs went stiff as thrust one last time hard into my throat. I felt him streaming into my mouth. His hot sweet cum flooded my mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as his mouth opened. I tongued his cock to tickle is erection. He shot violently again down my throat. It tasted so fucking good I could feel my cunt soaking myself and aching for another round of fucking. It was thick and delicious. As he fed his milkshake down me I gulped, making sure to let him see me swallow hard. He released me and I collapsed on the floor watching him stroke his cock to get that list little bit of giz. He reached out a coated finger and pushed it in between my lips. He held out his still firm cock to me. “Clean it.”He demanded. I did as I was told. I sucked it, licked it, till he was dry. “Do you know that everyone out there heard you?” I turned my head fast to the slit of snowy glass next to the paneled door. My face turned bright red. Although I was proud of how I got him off I felt disappointed knowing he was teasing me again. He saw the hurt on my face as I realized all of his colleagues would know I was a hired office hooker. I would be lucky if I wasn’t just flat out raped next time I got in that elevator. He threw the file folder at me. “Now…..” he said catching his breath, “type it”. I stared at him waiting for him to hand me my clothes. “Type it Jordan.” “Are you serious?” I looked down at my naked cum covered body. He laughed mockingly again, right in my face. “Yes, get the fuck out of my office.” “But there’s…”His glare made me bite my tongue. I dropped my head shamefully unable to negotiate and walked to the door. Wait, I thought, the coat. He saw me look at it when I turned. He snatched it quickly from the chair as I started for it. “Stop fucking around Jordan…..get out there and do your job.” I Cursed Him Silently As I slowly opened the door not daring to look at the wide eyes of the three executives waiting for Gene. I covered my twat with the file folder and with my other hand I tried to shield my bouncing tits. There was even another fucking woman out there. The bastard When I Got Home, Jacob Was Not Home. I ran Into The Bathroom And Got Into The Shower. Scrubbing extra Hard To Get Gene's Scent Off Of Me, I Thought To Myself: That Fucking Bastard, Used me. I Felt Like a Total Whore After Remembering All The Vial Words I Said, While Gene And I Had Our Little Fuck Session. I Even Felt Worse That I Cheated On The ove of my Life Jacob. As I Got Out The Shower I dressed myself, And Thought Again On How i Cheated On Jacob And i Got Sick To My Stomach. I Threw Up. As I Was Resting My Head On The Toilet Seat, I Felt Someones Presence. You Okay Jordan?, I Looked Up it Was Kalona. Not Really, I said Trying To Move But Failed. He Picked Me Up In His Strong Arms And Sat Down On The Bed. I Told Him everything. Prt 8&9 Next Publication Date: March 21st 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-mysterwriter

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Killerdragon4293 Jasmine's Back Book 2 of Jasmine's Revenge series Introduction Introduction Hey! Hey. It’s Me Smith here to tell you a lil bit bout myself. I’m a caramel 5’6 medium sized girl, who loves chillin with my friends and my boyfriend whose name is Derrick Brown. He is a brown-skinned 5’7 sexxy hunk of guy who is all mine. Ohhh right. I almost forgot to tell about that bitch Jasmine. Well she is personality of mine that is somewhat like my twin that I created from anger and bitterness to protect me when I couldn’t protect myself. She soon turned evil on me though and started haunting and torturing me in my dreams turning them into very sexual nightmares. I eventually got sick of it and destroyed her. She was highly pissed at me and told me she would come back and this time she would break me so bad that I could never destroy her again. I never figured she was serious or would be able to come back so I erased all memories of her and the horrible things she did to me. Well that’s all you need kno bout me so have fun and enjoy. See ya! Welcome Back! It’s been 2 ½ years since that time and unfortunately she did come back. (In the Dream) Me: Where am I? I had found myself inside this world where everyone in it was girls who looked just like….me. But why? I didn’t know. They were all dressed in black robes standing in some kind of circle chanting. I saw one of the girls stop and turn around, but before she could see me I hid behind a building. Since she didn’t see she went back to chanting. By accident I stepped on a tiny piece of glass, but I pulled it out. I really wasn’t bleeding to bad so I went back to seeing what those girls were doing, when they all stopped chanting and they all turned around, they couldn’t see me but they could smell my blood. Girl #1: I smell virgin blood. I tried to run the opposite direction but there was a fence too high to jump over so I was trapped. Girl #2: It’s her. The girl we need to finish the awakening ceremony. They grabbed me and took me to the middle of the circle and there lied another girl who looked exactly like me but she had longer black hair with red highlights and fangs. One of the girls picked up leg and squeezed my foot so some of my blood would drop out into this portion they’re making. After the portion was mixed they poured it into her mouth. Then a black light started shining from her and after it disappeared she was alive. She looked at me with so much hatred and anger in her eyes. Jasmine: I’m surprised to see you back here. Did you miss me? Me: Surprised to see me? Back here? Where is here? Jasmine: Awww. Don’t tell me you don’t remember this place. Me: I don’t even know who you are, so why would know what this place is? Jasmine: Well why don’t I help you remember. Take her to the house and make sure she’s….very…very comfortable. They took me back to this big house, and they took me down to the basement of the house, but the basement looked like a torture room of some kind. Me: What is this? Jasmine: So you don’t remember this room either? Not even all the horrible things that happen to you down here. Hn. Let me guess you must’ve of thought I wasn’t going to come back and get my revenge on you, so you did a forgetting spell. Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Jasmine: Maybe a friend of mine will help you remember. Come here D. (I thought to myself who the hell is D, who is this chick and what does she want from me and suddenly my thoughts stopped. DC was actually Derrick. Me: Derrick! What- what are doing here? How the hell do know him? Who are you? Jasmine: Hahahahahaha. Huh. You see every memory you’ve had for the past 2 ½ years I’ve also had including ones about him, but don’t worry about who I am because after he’s thru with you you’ll remember everything including all the things I did to you. Me: How there’s no way in hell you could do that? Jasmine: You haven’t figured it out yet. I’m you. Well the evil, dark, angry, hateful, and torturous you. Me: What the-.. Are you crazy…look I have no idea who are or are supposed to be so can you just let me and my boyfriend go please. Jasmine: No!! Never!!! I will make you suffer and I will get my revenge on you. Oh and don’t worry about your boyfriend I’ll let him go alright. Go ahead DC have you some fun. I’m sure you’ve waited long enough. He walks over to me and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and chains my arms to the wall. Me: Derrick what are you doing? We should be trying to get out of here and away from her. He starts taking off my clothes. Me: Derrick stop!!!! Jasmine: Hahahahaha. Did I forget to tell you he only listens to me? Which might because I bit him. Hahahaha. Ooops. Sorry. Not. Me: What!!!! Why would you do that? Jasmine: Oh don’t worry your about to found out. Hahahahahaha. (Derrick starts to kissing, touching, licking all over me. Me: Nghhah. Derrick please stop. Jasmine: Hahahaha. Have fun you two. (Jasmine closes the basement door.) Me: Haah…hah..Derrick please stop. I’m not ready. (leans up and whispers in my ear) DC: My names not Derrick it’s DC. And don’t worry I’ll be…reall… gentle. (He forces his penis inside of my clit breaking my hymen. It hurts so badly but some of my memories of Jasmine come back. Then I come and he pulls out and gets ready to stick it in my butt but Jasmine stops him. Jasmine: Do you remember me now? Me: No (technically I didn’t lie but I didn’t tell the whole truth) Jasmine: You’re lying. I know you are and since you feel like lying maybe you’d feel like being a virgin over and over again. DC… go ahead. (She leaves the room and he rces his penis inside my butt and it hurts so bad that I scream and wake up) (Dream Ends) Dream/Real It’s been nearly 6 months since then and my friends and I have gotten powers and my nightmares or dreams have gotten much worse. While I’m out hanging with Derrick I get dizzy and woozy. Me: Hah..hah…nnnh Derrick: You aight boo Me: Uhh..yeh…I’m- (I faint and Derrick calls Arin and she picks us up, on the way to the Café I can hear my friends Alia, Sam, Kirra, and my little sister Arianna talking but I soon lose my consciousness, but unfortunately I’m still talking while I’m unconscious) Me: Huh..huh..huh…huh. Arianna: Is she gonna be ok Arin? Arin: I don’t really know. Me: Make them stop. Make them go away. Derrick : Who is she talking about? (We arrive at the Café and take me to the science lab and hook me up to this machine.) Me: Huuuhh…huuh. Arin: Now let’s see what’s goin on with you. (They perform different types of test on me, but none of them work until she does one involving my head, so she hooks some things to my head) Arin: I hope this one works. Me: Wait…before you turn it on….I don’t want anyone but you ... to see this. Derrick: What! Are you crazy? Arianna: But Onii-chan. Me: Guys…please….I don’t want…huuuuhh..no…. I don’t need any…of you seeing this…especially you Ar-nnnnngggghhh- you Arianna and you too Derrick. So please….huuh…just go….I’ll be fine. (They leave and Arin cuts on the machine and sees exactly what’s wrong with me, but doesn’t see how or why it’s effecting so badly) Me: Do you see…..why I didn’t….want them to see….this. It’s horrible. Arin: Yes I see, but I don’t understand why this little dream is affecting you so much. I mean look at you. You can’t barely speak or move. Me: For almost 6 months now….huuuh…I’ve bbeen having the same dream…..huh…and very time I have the dream….huuh….It’s gets worse and worse. Arin: But how? Why? Me: Well two….and a half…..years ago….I destroyed my…… evil twin Jasmine who haunted….all my dreams….turning them into sexual nightmares…..but she came back……and in the dream….. they give her some of my blood……. every time I go back there….so the more of my blood she get-aaahhhhahh….huh….huh……makes her more intertwined with me…..so she can control just how real my dreams…..actually feel….. huuuuuuh. Arin: Is there a way to stop her from doing this to you? Me: I don’t know. Arin: Huh. You know I’m going to have to tell them eventually. Me: Don’t worry…..I won’t be able….to fight her….for long….so you won’t….have to tell them……until then.. Arin: Huh. That’s where your wrong....You can fight this…but you have to figure out how to stop her and you’re gonna need some help. If know what mean? Me: Huuuh…..ok….fine….you can tell….them, but make sure I’m…….at least sleep or…….unconscious….please. Arin: Ok. If that’s what you want. (Soon after that I go unconscious and she lets my boyfriend, friends and little sister back in and they see what is going with me and Arin explains to them everything I told her before.) Me: Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!! Derrick: Andy! Andy! Wake up! Me: Huuh….huh..huh. Derrick: It’s ok. It’s just dream. Calm down. Me: Nghuuh…Stop….huh…touching me… Let me….huuh…go….please. Derrick: Who is she talking about Arin? Arin: She must be talking about DC. Me: Noooo……Derrick…..let me…..go…please. Derrick: Something must be wrong. Me: Can’t handle…..hurts more….when….he touches….me. DC…..gets…..stronger. Arin: I think what she’s saying is when you touch her Derrick, DC which is technically you, becomes stronger and it makes her feel him more in the real world. (In the dream) Me: What….do…you….want….from….me? Jasmine: I want you to feel just how I felt being destroyed Me: How…..can you….make me…feel that if….this…is only a…..dream? Jasmine: Easy by making you give up the one thing you hold dear. And I don’t mean in your dreams…..oh no I mean for real…in real life. Me: There’s no…..way….you could….make me….do that. Jasmine: That’s what you think. Hahahahaha. Just wait and see what I have in store for you. Hahahahaha. Me: Hah..hah..hah….hah…..hah. Aaaaaahhhhh. (End of dream) Arin: Come on we have to get her into the meditation room. Me: No..no…I can’t do it. Arianna: Oniii-chan what’s wrong? Arin: Hurry lay her down. Me: I can’t….I refuse to. Kirra: What can’t you do? Sam: Hey Arin. How the hell can we help if we don’t know fully how to stop whatever this is happening to her? Arin: That’s the part I have to figure out, but as far as I can understand she is the only one who knows what’s really happening and can find a way to stop it but by the looks of it she’s getting worse so I don’t know how much longer she can hold on by herself so she gonna need yawls help. (They decide to take shifts, of course they tried to give Derrick the first shift, but I forced them to give him the very last shift. He was mad at me but I couldn’t take any risks. My friends kept me awake so Jasmine didn’t do anything, at least not until Derrick’s shift got there) (In the dream) Jasmine: You know all you have to do is just tell him. I mean he did say when you were ready….. right? Me: No…I won’t….because I know that….. I’m not ready yet. Jasmine: Poor. Poor little Andy she keeps trying to fight what she knows is going to happen. Just give up Andy. You know you want to. Me: Huuuh….no…I can’t….I will stop you…..I rufuse….to be forced to give up…..what I….what I…what I…..haaaahhhhhhh…..huuh…what I want to keeeep. Jasmine: If you say so. DC go faster and deeper. He starts going faster and deeper inside of me. It hurts but at the same time it feels so good, that I almost lose myself in the real world. (End of Dream) Me: So….tired….need to….sleep…for just…a little…while…please. Derrick: Aw hell naw you aint goin no sleep. I’m not fanna let your crazy ass go that easily. (He tongue kisses me, which he shouldn’t have done, because it starts turnin me on. So I push Derrick off of me.) Derrick: What’s up? Me: Don’t ever do that shit again! Got it? Derrick: Why? Me: Cuz I-I-I…haaaahhh…nngggh. Cuz I fuckin said so. Derrick: Don’t give me that shit. Normally you wouldn’t care if kiss your lil ass. So give me a reason why the fuck you stopped me? Me: Fine….you want a good ass reason…of why I stopped you…well here it is. I stopped you cuz……what you did……is exactly what Jasmine wants…huuuh. Derrick: And what is that she wants from you? Me: I cant…..tell you. Derrick: And why hell not? Me: Because…..you dumbasss…..it’s too…..embarrassing to say…..with you here. Derrick: Man damn. Just tell me. Me: No. Now stop….fuckin askin me. Derrick: Huuuh..Aight. (I knew he was pissed cuz I wouldn’t tell what Jasmine wanted, but you tell me would you be able to tell your boyfriend that the one thing she wants is the one thing you’re not ready to give up yet….your virginity.) (In the dream) Jasmine: Goddammit. Just tell him and stop fuckin with me. You know you want him to kiss your. You know you want his hands all over you and You damn showl know you want his dick so deep inside of you taking away the one thing you just keep holdin on too. Andrea: No…..that’s not…true. Jasmine: Man you are a bad ass liar. I can tell your lying. Even when he kissed you. You wanted him right then, so stop fightin and stop lyin to ya damn self just give it to him. Or I’ll make DC take your virginity for real. Hahahahahaha. Me: Whaaat!!....you cant…..do that. Jasmine: You wanna bet….. don’t tell him and see what happens then. (I thought to myself what the hell do I do I can’t give up my virginity yet. I mean I’m not even ready. Damn I hate this bitch.) (End of Dream) (Derrick leaves and my sister comes in for her shift.) Me: Ari….what…is it your…shift already? Arianna: Yeh. I’m so sorry Oni-chan. I wish there was something I could do to help. Me: It’s ok….Ari…There’s nothing anyone can do. (In my head- Jasmine: I told you wat would happen so. DC do it. Break…her…..in...two) Me: I gasp. Aaaaaahhhhh. ( My friends and my boyfriend run in the room) Derrick: What hell is goin on? Arianna: Crying. I don’t know she just screamed out of nowhere. Me: Crying. Ok….ok…I’ll do it…I promise I’ll do it…..please just make him stop….please. (In my head: Jasmine:Hahahahah I figure she see it my way. Stop DC.) Me: Huuuh….huuh…huuh…huuh..huuh. Look there’s….something I need…..to say….I know…how to stop this …but it comes….with a price. Arin: What is it? Me: I-I-I.. Sam: Yea what is it. Tanesha: Come on out with it. Ieyana: Say something. Derrick: Dammit Just say it. (they all kept yelling at me so I said it…kinda loud.) Me: I have to lose my virginity to Derrick!!!! (It got so quiet I think you could have heard pen drop. Everyone was in shock.) Arianna: What? Me: I’m sorry…I didn’t me to be so blunt. Derrick: Wait..Did you just say- Me: Yes…In order to stop the dream…I have to give up my virginity….to you. Arin: Are you sure? I mean why would she want you to give that up? Me: Because I took everything from her when I destroyed her, so in order to get revenge she is taking away the one thing I have been holdin on to for so long. ( In my head: Jasmine: Oh my fucking god…what the fuck. DC push in some more. Now let’s see if this will get things movin faster.) Me:Aaaahhhhhh. Derrick: What wrong now? Me: She made……DC stronger and powerful……..enough to forcefully……. take my virginity……for real. Arin: What! That’s not possible. Me: Trust me……it’s possible…… I can feel it…stoopp….please. Derrick: Cover your ears Ari and excuse me Arin but the rest of ya’ll gone need to get the fuck up outta here so I can fuck my girl. Sam: It’s cool go ahead and do what you gotta do. Come Arianna. Arianna: Crying. Just be careful. Aight. Me: Excuse me…..but can you guys…hurry up please….I don’t know how much…….longer I can…..I can hold on …. (My friends leave and close the door.) Derrick: Don’t worry I’ll be gentle. Me: Huuuh….okay…just do it. ( He starts takin off my clothes and touchin on me) Me: Haaah….haahh. Derrick: Come here. He tongue kisses me again and leads kisses down to breast and starts sucking on them.) Me: Haaahhh…mmmm…..haahhh. Derrick: Your breasts have always been so sensitive. He starts moving his tongue around my nipples. Me: Haaah… haaah…….nnnnnnggggh. Derrick: Just wait till I get lower. He trails kisses down my stomach to my underwear. Derrick: Let’s get these off. Me: Derrick wait. Derrick: Why? Me: Blushing. Derrick: Aight then. He tries to take off my underwear, and we fight over it a little, but he wins and pulls them off and opens my legs. Derrick: Damn. Me: Wat(still blushing) Derrick: Look at how wet u are. That dream must be makin u really horny. (He touches my clit and shows me) Me: Don’t say that and no….ofcourse not. (still blushing) Derrick: You’re a bad liar Andy. (He starts licking on and playing with my clit.) Me: Haaahh….ngggghhh…you really shouldn’t…..ngghh….be licking down there. It’s not…..ngghhhh……right…..haaah. (He stops, raises up and looks at me and brings his body up close to mine and he whispers in my ear.) Derrick: Your mouth is telling me no and to stop, but your body (starts rubbing his fingers up against my clit and I moan) is telling me yes. Me: Derrick…hahhh…..nghhh Derrick: So tell me again that you want me to stop. Me: I-haaah, I-haaah,… Derrick: That’s what I thought. (He goes back down and starts licking on and playing with my clit again.) 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super my brother in law i dedicate this book for any one who needs to read this lisa and deric were sittin across from eachother watching the news. lisa was getting married to derics brother but it wasn out of love,oh no it was out of fear. his brother has gotten her pregnant because he raped her he had a sick twisted mind and pretty soon lisa would find out her brother was even sicker. deric started to tell her that he left somthin in the bedroom and hell be right back. lisa said ok and then deric called her in the room to look at somthin. there was the cute looking pet monkey of our neighbors sitting outside the window. they smiled at the monkey. he told her he was sorry for what his brother was doing to her and he felt it was wrong. he told her he had a girlfriend once but she died of a heart attak. she put her hand over his and told him she was srry for his loss. he said it was ok. and tht hes gotten over it. when they stood up to hug her pregnant stomach got in the way and they started to laugh. then deric looked up into her bluegreen eyes and then kisses her.she baked away a little sayin they cant its wrong. but it was already too late derik grabbed her sayin that he wants her and he always wanted her. she could feel his hard erection pressing against her thigh. she whimpered. but that only turned him on. he pushed her on the bed. and started tearing off her clothes, she tried to get up but he was holding her down and she was pregnant so it was hard for her in her condition. he tore off her clothes and ripped off her bra showing her d cup boobs and her dusky pink nipples- his mouth watered. and his erection got bigger. soon she knew he ment buisness as she heard the metalic sound of his zipper being opened. soon she was met by a 11 inch cock and she got really scared. he smirked, and positioned himself at her vagina hole, she begged him not to but he ignored her and slammed his penis into her pussy. in and out he went she was wimpering wish made him horneyer and he started ramming faster and harder.he started licking and nipping at her neck and then he ordered him to scream his name or else. she screamed his name as loud as she could. then he piked her up and tied her to the bed on her stomach and positioned himself at her back entrance.he started ramming into her ass as hard as he could enjoying her screams.he loved the feel of her ass tightening around his cock her juices flowing. he grabbed onto her hipsd as he was about to climax then squirted a long string of semen into her. after he was done with her he ordered her to go wash up and not say anything when his brother gets home. he watches her limp to the bathroom enjoying seeing what he'd done. Publication Date: June 10th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-girlygalsrox

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Darhoo Loo Read erotica to learn Chinese Lady and helmsman 1 古，有女船渡，无钱，愿以身相许，耐艄公年高不举，让其离去.  后，公之物坚硬无比，公怒抓其打曰 “我让你谦虚！”   long long time ago,  a young lady planed to ferry up, but had no money,she would pay it by herself body. the helmsman agreed delightfully,but  unfortunately,he was too old to lift his flesh stick up,and had to let her leave freely.a couple minutes later, the stick of helmsman arised automatically.helmsman was very angry,grabing his dick firmly, yelling"U too modest".                                                                                                          未完待续                                                                                                to be continued Publication Date: March 7th 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-rv15ec3c92bf9a5

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melanieplayful TEA TIME "Push your dick into my vagina a bit harder please. That's it! Let your glans and whole shaft, slip and slide against the walls of my well-lubricated vagina. I'm so wet and wanting it. I need to be satisfied. I know I’m only young and you’re much older, but I love having you right inside me." “Is this your first time?” “Yes. It’s the first time I’ve ever been entered by anyone but my hymen broke when I was riding my horse a couple of years ago? Why do you ask?” “You’re very mature...” My parents had gone out for the day, leaving me at home, alone. They won’t be back until late evening. It is late summer and rather hot. My mother suggested that Alex come round and keep an eye on me. “You can invite him for tea on the lawn,” she said. He’s doing more than keeping an eye on me; he’s keeping his prick in me. He started with his eye on me. We live in a large detached house with a walled garden. The stone wall is more than six feet high. It’s very, very private here; the perfect place for Alex to fuck me. When he arrived I showed him into the garden. He sat down on our garden bench at the end of the lawn, with his feet splayed out in front of him. I went inside to make the tea. It was a real English ‘do’, with Assam tea, brewed properly in a teapot, with cups, saucers and side-plates for a piece of cake. I brought it out on a tray and knelt down on the travelling rug I had laid out on the ground before him. I bent down to pour the tea. As I did so, my shirt opened in front of me, exposing my Bristols to Alex’s gaze. So, he was keeping an eye on me, both of them, in fact. Now the term ‘Bristols’ is cockney rhyming slang, ‘Bristol cities’ for titties. That’s what he saw, because I wore no bra. These ‘Bristols’ are what he’s seeing now, as he is gently shafting me. “I know that I’m very mature. I saw your huge erection a few moments ago when I handed you your teacup. I thought your dick was going to pop out of the top of your trousers, it was so engorged. Are you going to show it to me?” He looked a bit nonplussed, so I put my hand out towards him, whilst he sat up with his legs apart, to assist me. I seized his zip and pulled it down, to see a huge eight inch rod protruding from the opening. "As I said before, I want you to push your dick into my vagina a bit harder please. And you can stroke me a bit faster too. That’s better. Do you like this too?” “Yes, of course. But I want to please you.” “Well, you can withdraw now if you like and I will suck that big thick cock of yours, Alex. I want to taste my vagina juices on your cock. Lovely… it has come out with a ‘plop’… Let me sit on the bench and take it as far down my throat as I can manage.” “I don’t want to choke you. Let me fondle your tits while my knob is in your mouth. I’ll pull out gently… Now, lick the length and then take each of my balls in your mouth, in turn. Get them good and wet. Now, squeeze my balls with one hand and put your thumb and forefinger of the other right round my knob and pull the foreskin down tightly and see if you can spit on the head. Good… very accurate. Hold on with both hands and suck me once more. That’s it… keep sucking the head. Enough. Come off! Good… I now want to taste your vagina lips with my tongue.” “Oh, please not yet. Let me just wank you for a bit.” “Only a little, please. I don’t want to lose my sperm just yet.” He moans in ecstasy, for I’m wanking his dick, just as I did when it first emerged from his trousers. In fact, I pulled off my shirt and rubbed his prick between my tits. They’re thirty-eight, double dees. But now I’m putting my legs behind my head. I’m a bit of gymnast as well as a good horse-woman. Sitting on this bench with my legs like this gives Alex the opening he needs. He parts my vagina lips and exposes my clit, which, I realise when he starts to tongue me, is quite swollen and now very, very moist. “Lie on the ground Alex, with your ramrod pole sticking up in the air. Now, very gently I’m going to kneel over you and slide my cunt down that greasy pole. Gently does it. Wonderful! I love having you in my cunt! I’m going to gently move my cunt up and down. Let me put my hands on your shoulders. A little faster, up and ooh! DOWN. I’m coming Alex. I want you to come inside my cunt! As I push down, you push up.” But I can’t say anymore. My series of ecstatic orgasms are so strong. I can only gasp for breath, breathing so heavily and think of Alex’s dick in my cunt! Alex in my cunt… my cunt… my cunt… my cunt… cunt… cunt… cunt… unt … nt… t… ttt… ttt… t. t.t. Publication Date: October 1st 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-melanieplayful.pen

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Tiffany Leo Hale Confusion with Three Confusion with Three Part One of Five. First of all, I just wanted to say this is my first book, like ever, on this site, so I don't mind comments of how bad it was, or something like that. But here is Confusion with Three, I hope you enjoy! I looked around, in my skin-tight dress, with my heels in the grasp of my fingers, expecting to find a taxi sometime soon. A free one atleast. Alot of people passed by me, some old men whistling, some slapping my ass. Then the woman just looked at me, with pity. I looked at the floor, and then back up, and whistled for the taxi nearby, with the light on, and it came towards me. I got in the back seats, and stared at the man, "21 Central Road please!" I yelped at him, and he started to drive straight away. I rested my shoes on the side of my hip, leaning against it, and opened up my bag, and checked my phone, quickly. It was 19:54. I'm gonna be late, and I dreaded the thought of that. My curfew is in 6 minutes. I paid the driver, and got out of the car, and buzzed into a flat, and walked in, dropping my heels on the floor, and dumped my bag on the table. "I'm home!" I yelled out to the wind, getting a response of my brother, of course, "Okay! Dinner's in the microwave, just put it to heat for a minute!" I smirked, walking into the open kitchen, and looked inside the microwave. A few chips with a fish, woop dee doo. I put it to heat for a minute, and walked into my bedroom, and changed into my pyjamas. I clicked the t.v. on, and went into the kitchen, salting my food and adding ketchup. Grabbing a fork, I went and sat on the couch, eating into my dinner, while staring at the television, plainly. I put my empty plate on the kitchen unit, and walked into my brother's spare room, looking at his drawings. He always was painting in the room, his hobby was this. Fairplay, he was a brilliant artist, just never showed it to anyone but me. "You really need to show someone this room.." I blurt out my thoughts. He looked at me funny, "I'm going over my friends, might stay the night, okay?" I asked him, and he just nodded. I walked into my bedroom, got my sleep-over bag, and got a spare set of pyjamas, and some clothes tomorrow. I also grabbed my make-up, and my phone charger, along with a brush, deodorant, some shoes, and my fuzzy slippers. I ran out of the house, with a coat on, my phone in my coat pocket, and my purse in my sleeping bag. I walked down the street, and then around a few blocks. I looked around, alot of boys were around. Like.. Alot. I kept walking, when one had started to follow me. I kept checking behind me, noticing the boy was getting faster, and faster, and faster. He was catching up to me rather fast. I eventually picked up my legs, and started to run, away from him, and so did he. After that, I felt a thump. On my leg. His hands were held tight around my ankle, and I gave out a scream. "Get off me, you freak!" He kept pulling at my ankle, and my other leg had given in, after his attempt to trip me over with one of his legs. I closed my eyes, as I fell to the floor, and opened up to see him picking me up in his arms, slinging me onto his shoulder. I punched at his back, screaming all sort of things. The other boys just stared, and praised the man who had me on his shoulder. We eventually arrived at a skanky house, and he took me inside, and dumped me on a big bed. He snickered at me. He went into the other room, after locking the only door out of here. I smacked my hands against the door. "You can't do this! I'm only 15!" I kept screaming, "Let me out!" "My brother is SO gonna' kill you!" I crawled into a corner, after like 10 minutes of screaming, and heard the door knob turn. I stared up, in hope, and the man was back. He looked like he was in his mid 20s, and had a light beard, with spiky hair, had a tattoo around his neck, and shabby looking. The way he looked, scared me. Anyway, he started to come towards me, with a small grin, and grabs my hips, and forces me onto the bed. He stares at my eyes, while his hands are at my back, and working at my bra. My skin starts to shake, terrified, as he takes off my top, my bra going with it. Then he pulls off my trousers, tugging on my knickers with it, and pulls them both off, and I shiver, my hands covering my 'lady bits'.. As I do, he takes off his own clothes, and stands there, naked. He grabs my wrists, and forces them away, and looks down at me. "Mmm.." He peaks out of his mouth, and I just stare, scared half to death, and he kisses me naked, and starts to suck my neck, causing a bruise. As he does, he pulls his hands, and lifts my bum up, and starts to rub against it, and I try to keep the moans in. He works his mouth upto my lips, and tries to put his tongue in there, but I block him out. He squeezes my ass the tightest it could go, and I open my mouth, gasping. He forces his tongue in and investigates around his mouth. As this is all happening, his dick is rubbing against my pussy, and the feeling starts to throb inside. He lets his tongue out and whispers, "I love you. So.. So.. Much." I stare at him, and I kiss him back, flattered, and I put my hands on his back. He moves his fingers around my pussy, and rubs around the clit, then presses all of his three fingers in, with no warning. He pulls them out, then back in, at a fast pace. I crunch my teeth together in pain and pleasure. It hurt, but it gave me pleasure, and I soon started to feel wet. I looked at him, and he stared at me, and nodded. He kissed my neck, then my chest, kissing each hard nipple on my breasts, and then sucked them, one at the time, like he no breath to loose. After that, he used his other hand, and his two fingertips surrounding each hard nipple, and squeezing them. He starts to kiss on my navel, then at my opening to my clit, and uses his lips to open it, inviting his tongue in. As soon as his tongue went in, he removed his fingers, and pushed it straight in there. I gasped for air, as he kept his tongue at a faster pace than what his fingers was. He then started to eat at my pussy, and each gasp I gave was a gasp of pleasure. I was soon coming to climax, and he then moved his fingers to her ass, and stuffed two fingers in there. I looked at him, as he stopped licking me out, but kept fingering, and he said to me, "Ready for me yet, darling?" I nodded, in the mood of pleasure, and he moved ontop of me, and grabbed his dick, and rubbed the head over my pussy. I looked at him, wondering why he hasn't put it in yet, "Put it in then?" "Are you a virgin, may I ask?" He blurted out, I looked at him, and nodded. He smirked, like he had a plan for that, and stuffed it in. As he did, he went the furthest he could go, before he pushed out, and went at a very fast speed. I was in pain, more than I was in pleasure. He didn't slow down, he just kept going faster. He kept my hands down, as he was, and his stamina looked great, with this. He looked at me, and didn't care that I was in massive pain. I was screeching. He stopped for a moment, pulled it out, and stared at me, "Don't move." I didn't move, as he looked under the bed, and pulled out a box, and had warned me that if I looked, he'd hurt me. So I didn't look, I just stared straight at the ceiling, and he took my wrists, and lifted them above my head. I stared at him, and what he had in his hands. He had handcuffs, and was attaching her to the bed. "What're you doing?!" I screamed out at him, and he said, "Darling, it's just incase you try to run off after this, when we fall asleep." I looked at him, and the care went off my head, and I shrugged. He relaxed ontop of me, and put his dick inside my pussy again, going at a faster pace than the time before. I was screaming, in pain, but also in pleasure. I was getting closer to hitting climax, and as he went at the fast pace, he rubbed his hands against my boobs, squeezing them, rubbing them, pleasuring me. After about five minutes, my pussy felt tired, overworked, and in alot of pain. I looked at him, he was still going at that pace, and I stuttered, "C-C-Can we s-s-stop?" I looked at him, but he ignored me, and he kept going. I yelled at him to stop. He just slapped my face, and kept going, and I started to beg, pain in my voice, "Can y-you please.. s-stop? Your hurting me.." Eventually, he got out of me, and left me there, naked, wet, blood leaking out, in tears, and pain, and stared at me. "Right.. Now a bit more's incoming, for nagging in my ear while I was getting pleasure." He said to me, and I stared, in fear. I tried to move my hands, but the chains clinked against eachother, while he got a long bendy slithery thing, and a few machines. He hooked up some of the machines to the plugs, and placed them on the bedside table, and kept the slithery thing in his hand. He whispered to me, "Remember, I love you." As soon as he finished whispering, he sent the slithery thing at me, and whipped my legs. I screeched in pain, and he kept doing it to me, making me beg and scream in pain. I was getting all bloodied, and I felt sincere pain as the whip had touched my skin. He done it for a good half hour, then grabbed a machine, and stuck it by my pussy. He looked at me, grinning, and stuffed it in. I was wide-eyed, gasping in pain. He switched the machine on, and it started to vibrate inside me. He kept digging, and it hurt alot. The vibration was twisting the weak skin inside, and I was trying to break free of the handcuffs, in utter pain, and he stared at me as he did it. He kept telling me that he loved me, and that he'd always treat me special. After the torture had ended, he left me there, weak, in pain, tired, and eventually I fell asleep, with wet tears and sobs through the night. Publication Date: October 9th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-tiffanyleox

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Allon :P Spicy Friendship Prologue What's the definition of sex? I believe is an act between two individuals that have feelings to one another, right? That means that you mostly don't have to be in a relationship with to have sex. You can do it with your friends too, right? Probably. Here's the thing, let's say that we are in an alternate universe. A universe where sex is considered to not be such a silenced subject among people but is discussed openly and researched. It's a world where two friends that know each other for a long time and have feelings for each other can have sex without any worries that they have to be in a serious relationship and so on. It sounds pretty good, right? Probably you thinking right now how it would be to have sex with your best friend either way if you two are the same gender or not. You thought about it, didn't you? Well then, let's talk more about this world, okay? So this is a world where humans are very honest with each other, speaking their mind up without getting offended by stupid little things. Is a world where humans socialise with each other a lot. But what is the downside to that, it's very hard to have a friendship with someone. Most of the relationships are made online where that is only after a year of talking with that person. Sounds bad right? Well not likely, because now that humans speak their mind up, they can say what they like or not about a person and if they want to get closer or not. Let's take an example: in our world you don't know what a girl wants from a boy to become her boyfriend because most of them lie and lie just to make everyone feels nice, giving false hope; here, in this world, the girls tell you clearly what she wants. And yes, some girls here are ones that are gold diggers, or only wants good sex etc. But this is that they let you know. This same thing applies to men too. They tell you want they want from a girl also. The thing is, in this world, boys can't become friends with a girl, just to have sex with her. It's hard and you know why? Because feelings must be involved for two good friends, boy and a girl, for them to have sex. Also, porn is a totally different thing in this world. Porn is seen as an art. Yes, I know, pretty funny huh? Well no, this is something that we must all think about it. It's basically a video showing two or more people having sex, an act that releases your stress, an act that you share with someone close to you or not. It's not just a video for men to jerk off too. It's something to let you know and to see how two people with feelings for each other have an act of releasing and showing what they mean for one another. Porn videos are more educational now, very important, something that people talk about with no shame. Now, that we talked about this let's dive in more to let you have a glance at what I talked earlier. So we are somewhere, isn't important, on a location that isn't important, in a highschool that is also not important. But what is important is two students, boy and girl, in a certain classroom. Both of them have sixteen years old, a perfect age for learning about sex and practice it. The boy's name is Oliver, he is shy but his personality makes up for it. He's the type of person that you really have to know to see his true intentions. Oliver has an average height, his hair is black, brown eyes, weight pretty average. The girl, her name is Fiona and she is Oliver's desk partner. She has the same height as Oliver, she's skinny, with average boobs and ass, although she is just sixteen. Fiona has very beautiful blue eyes, and her hair is blonde. The two of them knew each other from middle school and now in highschool they were sitting next to each other, mostly because both of them trust each other far more than the rest of the class. Right now they had math. The teacher was at the chalkboard writing something. Oliver was pretty bored from writing and he proceeded to look at Fiona for the time being. After some time Oliver noticed something not so right, he got a boner. It for the first time he felt his cock getting this hard without being able to control it. He didn't know what to do at that moment. Seeing that his boner kept twitching, he asked Fiona to give him her hand and after Fiona gave it, Oliver put her hand on his boner. Fiona, surprised, looked to see what she was holding because it felt pretty strange. When Fiona saw what she had her hand on, she looked at Oliver and whispers: "What's going on? Are you okay?" "I don't know what's happening. It won't stop. I thought that your hand on it would make it go numb again..." "Okay then, don't worry about it, it will go off," Fiona said starting to stroke it slowly. After some time of her stroking his cock without getting it back to normal, the bell rang. "Oh my god, it's still hard..." Fiona said under her breath. "What should we do? I don't want the rest of the class to see me like this..." Oliver uttered. "Let's go to the biology lab to see what's happening. I still have the key and no one has class there today." They rose up from their desks and ran to the biology lab. After getting inside, Fiona locked the door. Then Oliver took of his pants and took a seat on the table having his legs spread out. Fiona pulled a chair to seat right in front of the boy. "Oh wow. Look how bit and hard it is...fuck," Fiona said shocked, having her hands on the shaft of it. "Okay, talk to me. Does it hurt you?" "No..." "Okay. Umm...does it hurt if I stroke it like this?" "No...more like, it's a little better when you do that." "Okay, good. So I'll keep stroking with this hand while now I have to look on the internet how to make it be to its normal size again." From Fiona's strokes, Oliver body responded and started to move without control. "I can't stop moving. It feels nice when you stroke it like this and I think my body is responding somehow." "I see, okay then. Don't worry about it. Try to not make a noise." "Oh, okay. And one more thing, Fiona..?" "Yes?" "Can..can you spit on the head a little? It's kinda dry and when you touch me there is hurts a little." "Oh, sure. No problem," Fiona responded and put some of her spit on the tip of his junk. "I found something. It says here that the erection of the penis if provoked by the feeling of arousal made by some things that the owner of the penis is liking very much. So basically, you are aroused because you saw something that you really liked." "Oh...I see..." "Do you remember what it was?" Fiona asked curiously. "I don't know....what I know is that I was looking at your face and from out of the blue my dick starts growing like this.." "Aha..I see. You said that this is your first time experiencing something like this, right?" "Yes...do they say how to stop it?" "Well yes. It says that I have to stroke it until a white and thick liquid come out from your penis. You said that your body likes how I'm stroking your dick so let's see if we can make it spurt that liquid out." Fiona began to stroke Oliver's junk and different speed to see what speed is more likely to make him finish. After one hour and a half Oliver finally began to feel something coming out. Fiona got away from the arena that the liquid could reach to her and continued to stroke it until Oliver came. After seeing how much semen Oliver shut out, she took some tissues and began to clean it up. They went back to their class like nothing happened and went on with their day. But because what had happened was the very first time the two of them experienced something la this, both Oliver and Fiona spent their night on, researching on the internet and what they found made them remain speechless.   Exploring the new territories   A few days went by since what happened between Fiona and Oliver, and in those days the two of them didn't bring up the topic at all. But what else they did was to research more about what sex meant, how people are having sex and why. Since then Oliver and Fiona also started to masturbate out of curiosity and what they were feeling was something very difficult for them to explain. Both of them wanted to talk with each other about what they have learned so far but thought it might be awkward. One day, Fiona decided to break the ice. She waited until school was over then asked Oliver to come with her on the rooftop with her because she had something to tell him. She was pretty nervous and didn't have any plan on how to start the conversation. The girl was sure that until they arrive there she would come up with something but now they are on the rooftop, and Fiona didn't think of anything. "So what you wanted to talk about, Fiona?" Oliver asked looking at her curious. "Uhh.. well..umm.. let's take a seat first," Fiona said. "Okay, now?" "Well....umm...damn. Ok, I don't know how to say it but we are friends, right? Good friends." "Yes.. we know each other for a long time." Oliver added. "Right! So, because of that we....kinda be able to talk about anything, right? Since we trust each other more than anything." Fiona uttered looking down. "Okay..." "Oliver....I want to talk about what happened a few days ago. You know....when you got that massive erection." "Oh...okay.." "I think that...because we are at this age, which is a good age to learn more about our body, sex, masturbation and other stuff, umm...well...I don't find any reason why we don't start to talk about it, right? For example, I...um...I started to masturbate and....and..it felt pretty good." "I see." Oliver answers shocked. "Um...did you start to masturbate too? Like...using your own hand this time...or..." "No...I mean..yes. Uhhhh... I did look up some things on the internet and since that day there were a few times when I got an erection." "Oh, okay. And what did you do?" Fiona whispers. "Well...I stroked it. Like you did to me on that day." "I see, and you were able to...cum?" "Yes. But after I came it was a nightmare to clean it off because sometimes it went on the sheets and I didn't know that it was hard to clean it off from the sheets." "Huh...I bet." Fiona said and laughs nervously. After that, a moment of silence occurred on them where they stood and looked at each other. "Umm...is that all you wanted to talk about?" Oliver asked. "Well...kind of. Umm...listen, we all know that someway or another we have to get more experience with this since it makes us feel so good," Fiona said putting her hands on Oliver's thighs. "So because we so close and trust each other, I don't see why not try to practice those things...together," she said leaning his hand on his crotch. "You mean...like...having sex?" "Yeah... Well, obviously we aren't gonna start with that. I think that we should start slow like...masturbating together, or masturbate each other, touch each other...stuff like that." "Oh...I see..." Oliver utters surprised. "So...what do you say? Are you okay for us to start doing this?" Fiona asks softly as her hand was massaging the boner that Oliver was now having. "Um...yeah...sure. Let's try." "Can you pull it out? Your penis I mean.." "What? Now?" "Well yeah...there's no one here and no one will come here." "Oh...alright." Oliver unzips his pants and pulls his junk out. As soon as Fiona sees it she grabbed it and began to stroke it slowly. She pulled herself more close to Oliver to stroke it better and put her right arm over his neck. "Listen, um...if you are okay with this we could go to my house after this and try...it more." Fiona says as she gently massage his junk. "Okay...but what if your parents hear us or see us.." "They aren't home. They will come back at midnight and until then we have plenty of time.. " "Oh...alright then." Fiona started to increase her speed more then whenever she was at her fifth stroke she would massage the tip of his junk with her thumb. That made Oliver to feel crazy and told her to do it more because that will make him cum faster. So the girl continued to do her best and after twenty minutes Oliver came. Since it was out in the open, they weren't worried to clean the semen off because it would dry and disappear. After that, they took their bags and proceeded to go to Fiona's house. Oliver got to see it several times because whenever they got a hard exam at school, they would meet up at her house to study for it. What was different this time for Oliver was that now he would come to her best friend house just to feel pleasure, thing which was his first time experiencing. When they got to her house, Fiona prepared some drinks first. Oliver took a seat on the couch and began to look around the room. He was pretty nervous because he don't know what to expect from this and what to do. At some point, he thought if Fiona would ask him to perform oral sex on her. Thing which blown his head just by thinking of it. After Fiona came back with the drinks she took a seat next to Oliver and began to kiss her cheek. Her right arm was on his chest and it was slowly going down. Fiona's kisses began to move closer to the boy's mouth and when their lips touched each other both of them felt excitement. They began to make out slowly and Fiona's hand reached his crotch and grabbed his junk hard. "Why don't we go to my room?" Fiona asked. "..okay.." Oliver responded with a soft voice. She took his hand and they ran to her room. No one touched the drinks after all. When they got inside, Fiona locked the door and then got on her bed and continued to make out. After half an hour both of them got horny as hell, Fiona felt how her pussy was wet and Oliver had a massive bulge that it could be seen from a mile away. "Do you want to get rid of the clothes?" Fiona asked. "Really?..." "Yeah...heh...it will be your first time to see me naked." The girl said as she was taking her clothes off. After they got naked Oliver put Fiona to laid down on the bed as he began to touch her boobs. They felt so soft in his hands that it made him never to take his hands off them. Seeing that Fiona was accepting those touches the boy began to kiss her boobs. It was a new territory for Oliver to explore and because of that, he got interested. He heard Fiona moan and then the boy attempted to suck on her nipple which made Fiona moan louder. Oliver knew now that this is something that the girl likes so he continued to suck on the nipple while her other boob was stroked by his hand. His boner was touching her thighs so Fiona grabbed it and began to stroke it slowly. After a few minutes of him having fun with her nipples, Oliver began to kiss her other boob. "Huuuuh....go down.." Fiona said under her breath. The boy went down with his kisses on her abdomen but that wasn't enough for Fiona, she told him to go further down. Oliver went down and little by little was very close to her vagina. As soon as he could wink, she had her legs spread wide open. The boy looked first at her clit, he grabbed her thighs then kissed the clit. Oliver thought that this could happen but was glad that he at least researched what to do in those situations. He proceeded to kiss her pussy more feeling on his lips how wet Fiona was. Then he pulled out his tongue and began to lick her labia. The smell of her vagina was something completely new for him but loved it at first. Oliver went and ate her pussy the best he could making Fiona moan like crazy and after some time he felt how her body was trembling uncontrollably. "Are you okay?" Oliver asked worriedly. "Oh yeah... I'm having a freaking good orgasm." Oliver rose up and then Fiona followed, she grabbed the boy and kissed his lips. Then she began to stroke his cock. "I'm wondering since we are like this...now...can I cum on your body?" Oliver asked. "Sure, if you want it. Do you want now to cum?" "Yeah..." "Okay then." Fiona spits a few times on his junk and began to stroke it. Oliver put his hands on his back and started to gaze at the mesmerizing view that he had right now. This could be happening more often and right now, from how good he feels, Oliver thinks that he did the best thing coming to his best friend house. Squeaky noises started to leak from the movements of Fiona's hands working the boy's junk out. Not long after that Oliver began to ejaculate. Every shot of semen went on her abdomen and after he was done Fiona took some of it with her finger, tasted it and smiled. "What's the taste?" Oliver asked curiously. "Find out," Fiona said taking it more and put it in the boy's mouth. "Oh...it doesn't taste so bad..." "Yeah. It tastes very sweet." Fiona responded giggling. When Oliver came back home at night he came a new teenager, one with more fantasies than it had in the morning. The same could be said about Fiona too when Oliver left from her house, she ran to the shower and began to masturbate like crazy, moaning hard, thinking of his junk. Publication Date: April 24th 2020 https://www.bookrix.com/-dh1a5e958e70f85

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Yezall Strongheart Abduction Trilogy First Abduction Callie heard a noise but kept walking. She was just being silly and scaring herself. She had just finished working and decided to walk home that night, as it was cool and slightly breezy. Her red hair flowed around her head like a blaze. There, she heard it again! She paused a moment, remembering her boss warning against a young woman walking alone. Probably just a cat. She laughed nervously. Callie turned the corner and as she passed the alleyway, a hand came out and covered her mouth and yanked her into the alley. Someone threw a soft hood over her head and shoved her into a car. She was too startled to do anything but gasp at first, but then she began to struggle and make weak noises against the hand holding her mouth. Once in the car a ball gag replaced the hand, she felt her hands being bound behind her. She was suddenly in the grasp of this person again, his mouth very close to her ear. “Do as I say and you will not be harmed.” The man whispered. Callie quieted long enough to hear him and know it was a male voice. Terrified, she sat there whimpering while he bound her legs. “Be quiet, be quiet, I’m not going to hurt you.” He kept repeating. The inside of the car smelled like leather. The engine started quietly and she could feel the movement. Even though she was belted in she leaned one way or the other when they turned. Callie tried to keep track of how many turns they made and which way they were going in her mind to see if she could figure out where they were. She became confused with fear and lost her sense of direction. She began to wonder why this was happening. Was it someone she knew, was it a random person? What did he intend to do with her? She was afraid because she didn’t know. Her breath was fast and shallow. The car stopped some 45 minutes to an hour later she guessed. Since he hadn’t spoken, she had quieted down but was still very afraid. He left the car and came over to her side, picking her up without a sound. Callie heard nothing that would tip her off to where she was. He carried her inside a building and sat her on the floor. She could hear him flipping switches, for lighting, possibly. Other noises, foot falls, clanking of metal objects, close then farther away, all kept her on edge. Coming back to her, he picked her up. Bending her over a table on her stomach, he told her quietly how she was his slave now and that she needed to behave. The man leaned over her back and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to do such wonderful things to you. I’ll make you scream with pleasure.” His voice was terrifying and soothing at the same time. He slowly removed the hood that covered her face. She saw the dimmed lights. Callie was trembling at the words he spoke. He kept telling her how she would enjoy being here if she would only behave. He began to rub her ass gently as the hood came off. Still leaned over her, she turned her head to see him. He wore a mask. She could see no features and she whimpered loudly, putting her head back down. He continued to coo to her in a calm voice about how he would please her by tying her up and binding her so she had no control, all she would have to do is enjoy. And he always added, as long as you behave. While he spoke he gently removed her clothing until it became difficult, then he would yank on it until it ripped. When the clothes ripped she would make a sharp, gasping sound, and he would put his hand on her head and simply say “Be quiet”. Callie was down to panties and bra when he lifted her by an arm. She could see now that he was dressed all in black, including the terrifying full head mask he wore. He undid her hands long enough to pull them over her head and attach her above. She was standing on the floor but her legs were still bound. Coming close to her, he held her by her sides and he nuzzled her neck. She could smell his scent, leather and musk; she assumed that’s what he was doing to her. His hands were warm on her cooled skin and it felt good. He made a pleased sound, not quite a moan, and then stepping back. He said very softly, “I will take this gag out of your mouth only to speak to you and receive an answer. Then I will put it back on, is that understood?” Callie nodded her head in agreement and looked into the mask to see ice blue eyes staring back at her. He reaches up to take the gag off and slowly removes it, then said, “Will you obey me?” Afraid to say anything else, she nodded “Yes” He used his hand to spank her lightly, and it seemed as if he smiled, “That should be Yes, Master”. “Yes Master.” Callie repeated. Master covered one of her breasts with his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “You please me” Callie was strangely glad but still very confused. She tried to speak, “Permission to speak...Master.” He visibly smiled beneath the mask, “You are a treasure...permission to speak granted, my pet.” She didn’t want to anger him so she chooses her words carefully, “Why are you doing this to me, why me?” Master came close to her again, replacing the gag; “Because you need me” Callie became afraid again, still not understanding. Master removed the rest of her clothes and stepped back, “Let’s play….” With that he lowered the lights even further and put on some slow sultry jazz music. He came back to her and stood close. “You do nothing, is that clear? Just enjoy it.” Callie nodded. He took his time and moved his hands over every inch of her body; as if to “read” her and see which parts are sensitive. She can’t see it but he smiles when he finds them. Once satisfied, he held her by her sides and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She gasped in pleasure and noticed how gentle he is with her. Strangely enough, she is enjoying it. He fondles the other breast and again she enjoys it. Callie closes her eyes and forgets she is with a stranger, somewhere unknown, being touched intimately. No, she doesn’t forget, she revels in it, gives into it. She sighs and relaxes, and hears him chuckle softly. “Today I will not bother you with toys,” Master then placed one hand between her legs, “You will just cum for me and then I will take you home, until next time.” Although shocked at his words, because he intended to do this again, it thrilled her. It made her very wet and he was there to feel it. He slid a finger inside her and said, “You like that idea?” Callie nodded, she didn’t’ know why. He lowered himself in front of her while keeping a hand pulling her nipple. He used his tongue to stroke her clit as his fingers were mastering her pussy. She sighed and twitched as he pleasured her. She became more aroused and began to moan and he offered some words of encouragement to her, telling her to give in to him to; belong to him. She was soon in full rapture and was gasping and screaming. She gave him what he wanted and got so much in return. Callie longed to be held by him and kissed by him, but he only pressed himself against her briefly and released her restraints. He handed her clothes to her and he stood and watched as she put them on. Seeing that some were ripped in embarrassing places, he gave her a doctor’s lab coat to cover herself. As Callie accepted it from him, she thought, How odd! He then approached her and said, replacing the hood, “You have to wear this home.” Relief flooded her mind. Callie said nothing and allowed it. They got in the car and he took her home, he knew where it was. When Master leaned over to her, he spoke quietly, “I will come for you again. You will please me as well then.” She started to ask when, as he lifted the hood from her head, but he put his hand to her mouth, “Go” was all he said. She slid from the car and he watched her until she was inside and then she heard the car’s motor fade away. Once inside she leans against the door. Why does something so wrong…feel so good? Days turned into weeks, and no one came for her. Callie wondered if she should have reported what happened to her. She felt ashamed for enjoying it, and scared, it could have turned out differently…very differently. She told no one. Walking home alone several times over the next few weeks, she made herself believe it was to save money; not to encourage her abductor. Second Wave Out of coffee… damn. Callie got her keys and left for the store, she’d never make it without coffee in the morning. While she was at the store she picked up a few more things and drove home. She noticed that when she drove into the driveway the auto sensor didn’t set off the light for the front of the house. Hmm burnt out? Callie grabbed her purse and the bag from the grocer’s. Humming the last song that was on the radio, she was suddenly grabbed from behind and before she could scream a ball gag placed in her mouth and a soft hood went over her head. It had been weeks but somehow this was familiar. No words needed, he put her into a car, bound and belted her in. Everything was done quietly and with purpose, no wasted movements. She struggled very little, but she wasn’t sure…. When he got in on the other side of the car, Callie sputtered around the gag, “Is it you?” Master leaned over and placed a hand on her breast and thumbed her nipple, “Yes” He then sat back up and started the car. Callie was content to sit there, or so it appeared. Her mind was racing. What part of this was okay!? She made it home alive last time. This would be no different. Her body betrayed every bit of common sense she had. She wondered why it had to be this way. He was so quiet….. Callie remembered that he said she would please him as well this time. She had heard that voice, that very phrase, ringing in her ear almost daily since they were last together. It scared her and aroused her at the same time and now….now she was living it again. She could feel her black lace panties becoming very wet. The car stopped and he came around and picked her up. He carried her inside and set her down on her feet. She was still bound but not restrained... The soft hood remained on her head. There was silence for what seemed a long time. Was he watching her? Did he leave? She was afraid to move. She fidgeted after a bit and moved her feet. “BE STILL!” Master said in a loud voice. It startled her, making her take a sharp intake of breath, for a moment she thought she would fall. Master came close now, starting to remove her clothing, using slow movements, with a purpose. Callie could hear him breathing. He unbound her as required, to remove a shirt arm or a pant leg and rebound her quickly. She was afraid yet not afraid……her breath was shallow and rapid. She could feel a tingling inside her; she wasn’t sure how to define it herself. Callie was down to just the black lace panties this time. He filled his hand with her breast and gently squeezed it pulling his hand away, his fingers came together to pull on her nipple. They both made sounds at the same time, both of pleasure. With that he held her close and nuzzled her neck. The sensual scent of him filled her; she closed her eyes under the hood and took it in. He held her longer this time, intoxicating her by it, she leaned against him, knees weak. He stepped back quickly and released her. She wavered and started to fall. He caught her and righted her. He came close again and whispered in her ear, “Let’s play……” It made her sigh and he quickly moved away. She could hear him moving. Then he put on Trance music like you would hear at a rave or club. It was loud. The room became dark and a strange pulsing light could be seen. He was near her again. He removed the hood and the room was awash with the pulsing light. He leaned toward her and she could see he still dressed as before, all in black, including the full head mask. She felt the release of wetness into her already soaked panties. “Do you want to be pleasured?” Master breathed into her ear. She wanted to say yes but she felt she couldn’t admit it. Callie struggled with her thoughts and he spanked her with a paddle she had not seen before. He said nothing but waited. She reluctantly blurted out “Yes” and she had tears in her eyes. He spanked her again, harder, “Yes, what?” She cried out and the tears ran down her face, “Yes, Master!” Master smiled beneath the mask, “Good girl”. He held her by her sides, and said calmly. “You will get your pleasure, if you pleasure me, and do it right, do you understand?” Callie looked into the eyes of the mask. “Yes Master” she said quietly. Master took a step closer and their faces were almost touching, his hand slid around to her bound ones, “I want to release your hands, will you be an obedient girl and do as I tell you?” he whispered. She replied, “Yes Master” Touching her lips with where his lips would be he said, “Good girl”. He released her hands and they fell to her sides. He tenderly reached forward with his hand and spread his fingers at the back of her neck and drove them up into her hair, he pulled her close. She could hear him take a deep breath, felt his chest fill with air. He threw the paddle he was holding to the side into the darkness in the room. Pulling her back by her hair and put a hand on her arm to steady her, “Kneel” he said with no emotion. Callie slowly slid to her knees with his help and she waited. He released her hair and his hands came to rest on his hips. She glanced up at him and he was looking forward. She looked down again. She wondered if she should know what to do, confused, she decided to just wait and be told. It seemed a long time but was probably just a minute or two, why did he make her wait! Suddenly out of nowhere his voice boomed out, “Remove my belt and then my pants, do it now, do it slowly” Callie visibly jumped and then she reached for his belt. She wanted to do everything right, it became an urgent goal, she didn’t understand it herself. She undid the belt as slow as she could and pulled it from the loops. Master reached out with one hand, “Give it to me.” Callie complied without speaking. His hand holding the belt went back to his hip, dangled menacingly in front of her. She went back to her task; she undid the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. As the material parted and relaxed, it revealed a very large, already semi hard cock, as he wore nothing else. As the zipper came down it fell forward and pointed at the floor. She reached up without taking her eyes off of his cock and eased his pants to the floor. He stepped out of them, and his cock bounced and hit her in the face. She wondered briefly if he did that on purpose. He stood again before her. Callie struggled again with what she should do. He hadn’t told her to do anything else but it was obvious what he wanted. He just stood there. She stared at his cock and truly it was the first time she had ever had pause to clearly just look at one, she took the opportunity to see what a beautiful part of the male body it was. She could see the skin was different than anywhere else on the body. She watched the veins pulse with blood and she watched it twitch occasionally. She wanted to touch it, stroke it. She finally decided she should do what was obvious to her. She reached up with one hand, but before she made contact, she was given a hard snap of the belt on her ass. It stung and she cried out. “I didn’t tell you, you could touch me!” He said loudly. Before she could reply he added, “Do you want to?” Without looking up she said, “Yes Master” without any hesitation. He reached down and raised her by her arms to standing. He picked her up and put her over his shoulder. He walked a few paces and he helped her to her knees again. He then sat in an overstuffed chair and spread his legs before her and beckoned her forward with his hand. Callie did as he wanted. “You may touch me only to please me, if you do not ….I will use the belt on you, do you understand?” Callie understood only too well. She had an overpowering need to please him without the use of the belt. Master leaned back in the chair and said, “Begin” Without a word Callie placed her hands on his warm cock, he emitted a small sound. She stroked him softly at first and watched him come alive as his skin stretched to the brink of bursting. She quickened her pace to match her own arousal. Her mind was racing with thoughts. He was moaning now and allowed her to pleasure him at her own speed, not rushing her to finish. She enjoyed the freedom to do so. She could see his strong hands griping the arms of the chair. What were all those other times with past boyfriends even about? It had no meaning …. This was an experience to remember. The smells, the feelings, the visuals were…..over-whelming. She could take her time and enjoy them; tears ran down her face, filled with emotion and passion. She leaned forward, she had to taste him. As her mouth went to envelop him he placed his belt on her back, “Wait!” was all he said. Callie leaned back, and continued stroking him, she watched as a pearl of semen rose to the tip of his cock. She couldn’t stop herself; her tongue flicked out and greedily licked the pearl and claimed it. He snapped the belt on her ass, letting her know she had done wrong. She felt the sting, but she was glad to have claimed her prize. “Now use your mouth” said Master Callie licked him briefly then eased him into her mouth. He shifted and moaned. She started slow taking him all the way in and down her throat. He groaned heavily. She brought him back up starting slow movements while swirling her tongue all up and down the sides. She would stop to suck and hum then return to taking him in and out. He was encouraging her by making the most wonderful sounds. She started to use the music as a pace setter because it was so fast and repetitive. She could feel him starting to pulse as well. He grabbed her head and forced his own pace until he released into her mouth. Callie took it all and she swallowed the gift her gave her. She could hear the pleasure that he expressed and she cried again that she was able to give him that. He relaxed back into the chair and she gently cleaned up any remaining fluid and released him from her mouth. She sat back on her heels and she waited. She sat there with tears of mascara running down her face watching him and knowing she had caused him to feel this way. He finally lifted his head; she could tell he was looking at her. Raising a hand he leaned forward, he placed the hand on her cheek, and said, “Good girl”. Callie smiled widely. He then rose from the chair and put his pants and belt back on. He moved away and she could hear him in an unseen part of the room. A steady low light replaced the pulsing light and he changed the music to a girl singing slowly and dreamily about loving someone. Callie didn’t recognize the song. He came back to her and raised her up by an arm. Putting her over his shoulder again, he walked a few paces and raised her arms over her head, attaching her above. He stood back and looked at her he was smiling; she could tell. Callie knew her hair was a mess and her makeup had slid down her face with the tears, she must look awful, yet he smiled. He came close and held her tightly. He unbound her legs and removed the soaked panties. He pulled her against him and he moved with the music as if they were dancing. She felt so relaxed. Master whispered in her ear, “Now…cum for me and I will take you home” Callie wanted nothing more. He continued to hold her close and breathe in her ear. With his other hand he fingered her and massaged her clit, and within minutes she convulsed her orgasm into his warm hand. She moaned and screamed and twisted in his grasp and he held her tight. Telling her how beautiful she was. Again the tears fell. He released her and undid her bindings. He gathered her clothes, seeing they were useless. He found a t-shirt and sweatpants and handed them to her. He turned and was shutting off the music and moving things around. He came back to her and stood for a moment looking at her. She was more self-conscious now than when she stood before him naked. He said, “Do I need to bind you?” Callie shook her head and said no she would behave, being careful to add Master at the end of her sentence. “You still have to wear the hood” and he placed it over her head. He took her hand and said, “Do NOT remove it until I tell you, understood?” “Yes Master” Leading her out to the car, he opened the door for her and helped her in. They drove in silence most of the way. She guessed they were at a stop light and he reached over and rubbed her arm. They pulled into her driveway and he removed the hood. Callie sat there waiting to be told to go. He looked at her, “You were a good girl tonight, now go.” As she scooted out he also told her he would be back and asked her if she would like that. She leaned down and smiled at her Master, “Yes Master I would.” “Good, now go…” She closed the door of the car. Surprisingly her purse and groceries remained in the driveway; she picked them up on her way to the house. He watched until she was inside. When she was inside she heard him drive away. The Owning When sleep took her at night, Callie’s dreams included the faceless one she called Master. Their time together played over and over in her head. She would wake up in a sweat with an urgent craving between her legs. She tried to either avert her need or satisfy it by using her vibrator but could do neither. She prayed each day this would be the day he would come for her. This night was like any other; she closed the door of the building where she worked and headed for the parking lot. Callie looked down into her cavern of a purse to find her keys and was instantly swept off her feet and bound and gagged. To be honest she would have to say it was because she didn't struggle, that it happened so quickly. The hood of course was also over her head. She didn't have to ask this time. She knew his scent. She smiled under the hood, and was quiet for the ride. The only words between them they spoke were seconds before he started the car, "Are you alright?" he asked calmly. Callie nodded. They arrived and he carried her inside. He helped her to lie on the floor face down. He adjusted her binding so that she was hog-tied and he left her in silence. She couldn't tell if he was in a same room or not. She heard nothing. She heard a sound near her and her head snapped toward it. She heard him breathing. She made a small weak noise, the gag prevented much more. A voice very close to her said, "You don't have permission to do that. I'm going to take the gag out and I'm going to ask you some questions. They require only yes or no, nothing else, understood? Shake your head yes or no now." Callie shakes her head yes, and the gag is removed, the hood remains. "Do you understand that you are mine, that I own you?" he asked firmly. A very soft "Yes" comes from her lips. The sound of a crop whistling through the air and snaps on bare skin. She realizes it was her skin, she cried out and without hesitation she says, "Yes Master” She can't see, but he smiles. "Do you understand that you will do everything I tell you, without question?" he continued. "Yes Master." She says quickly. “Do you understand that I control every facet of your life?" he asks. "Yes Master." She replies. He pauses and whispers in her ear, "Do you understand that you and I will reach levels of pleasure that you haven't even dreamed of?" A chill goes through her as she says, "Yes Master." Smiling he touches her face with a gloved hand, "Good Girl.....Do you want these things my pet?" Callie again breathlessly says, "Yes Master" Master coos to her, "You are such a good girl." He leaves her then and she hears him walk away. She has no choice but to obey and wait. It isn’t long before he is back. She hears a lot of movement but can't really tell what he is doing. Footsteps approach her and he unties part of her bindings so she can walk. He pulls her upright by an arm and pulls her along with him. Master sits her down on what feels like a couch? ...no, a bed. He tells her not to struggle, he lays her down and she can feel her legs being bound, spread apart. He then unties her wrists and re-binds them apart above her head. Lying down next to her, he begins to cut her clothes off, telling her how beautiful she is. He also is explaining to her how pain can be pleasurable. How she will beg for it. Suddenly her mind is racing....pain? He never mentioned it before. As he would cut a piece of clothing and expose skin he would repeat, "That's mine, I own it" As the last bit of cloth was cut away, he got up and looked at her. He tossed away the bits of cloth. He leaned over her and slowly removed the hood as she blinked from the light. She saw he still wore a mask. Master leaned in closer and said, “Let’s play" Callie closed her eyes and sighed, she felt a shiver go down her body in a wave, she was instantly soaking wet. She had played this over and over in her head all those weeks and those words to her meant she would know great pleasure. He could feel her arousal and he smiled. He went to an area where she was never able to see him. He put some slow quiet music on and came back to her. He had some things in his hand but he made sure she couldn't see. He sat next to her. He removed his shirt and Callie wanted to touch him. Her eyes went from his toned chest to his eyes behind the mask. She could see passion in his eyes. He reached out and played with her nipples until they were hard. He leaned forward and sucked on them and she could feel drips of wetness rolling past her ass to the sheet below. He quickly replaced her hood. He laid beside her and she could tell he had removed the rest of his clothes. Callie is surprised by this. "Remember what I said about pain?" He whispered. She shudders, "Yes Master" Not sure if she should have responded. Replacing the knife he used to cut her clothes with another with no sharp edges. He first touches it to her breast. "Would you bleed for your Master?" Callie shudders, she feels that he would never hurt her but the fear is there, what does she say??!! There is no other answer and she knows it, she is owned, "Yes Master" Running the knife between her breasts, its scratches her slightly and she whimpers. He says softly, "There isn't much blood, you're fine..." Worried, Callie whimpers. Master grabs her by the chin, "I own you, and I can do whatever I want with my property...he says gruffly, "and now I will carve my name right above your pussy." She shrieks and says, "NO please!" Jumping up suddenly, he yanks the hood from her head. He is inches from her face, she is crying. "I own you!" he yells at her. "If I wanted to I would have done exactly as I said I was gonna do." He softens his tone then,” But know this, my pet, I will NEVER knowingly hurt you, EVER. You need to know this in your very core that I will never harm you, as some of our play will be intense and I need you to trust me." "Do you understand?" He asks, shaking her. Callie looked at him with wide eyes, mascara running down her face, "Yes Master" "You are a good girl" he said, softening his tone. Master pulled back from her and she was able to see everything but his face this time. Callie liked what she saw; she thought he was beautiful. He lay down beside her up on one elbow and just looked at his new possession for a moment. She pulled him from his perusal, by her voice, "Permission to speak Master" He smiled beneath the mask and said "Yes you may speak." “I beg you Master, please rub my nose, it itches!" He laughed and said, "Well it’s MY nose but okay...” With that he rubs her nose. Master started to play with her and marvel at her reactions to things he did. She was obviously aroused by some of the things he did. He would learn her body has well as teach her his. This was her night; he would wait to teach her more. But after tonight, she would always be his. There was one more thing he had to do to make her his. He tasted her skin and sucked her nipples. He touched her where she was hot and wet, and listened to her moan and gasp with pleasure. He used only his body, no toys. His fingers slid with ease in and out of her pussy and he laughed and told her what a dirty little slut she was. He licked the juices from where it had dripped down and then plunged his tongue into her to taste her. He used his fingers again getting them very wet and rubbing them on her lips. Then asking how she tasted. He told her how he wanted her to feel pleasure she had never felt before and with the intensity she had never felt. He made her talk, he made her say what felt good, what she liked, without worry if she called him Master. When he felt they were both ready, he repositioned her legs so he had them resting on his shoulders. He told her not to be afraid that he might be a little rougher with her than anyone else had been, but to trust him. With that he entered her. He had full control this time as she was restrained. He started slow but very quickly stepped up the pace. He watched her carefully; when she looked close to orgasm he slowed his pace or spanked her. He told her to wait until he told her to cum. She was panting like a dog and moaning like cat, gasping like a whore. He told her to beg for release. She begged and cried and screamed. He made her keep her eyes open and look at him. Callie begged again and again and finally he said, "Its time go ahead and cum, cum really hard and make me proud of you" He pounded into her with a vengeance and she suddenly stiffened and made the most beautiful sound, total release, she shook and arched her back. She lay back gasping. It was such a beautiful thing to watch; he came at the same time and now he looked at her. "You are so beautiful, and you're mine." She was totally spent and as she lay there panting he took her restraints off and held her close. Petting her and cooing in her ear that he was so very proud of her. She was a good girl and that he was pleased. Callie found that was something she wanted more than anything, his approval. She basked in his light. She felt like this was where she always should have been. This was the part of her life she was missing. She was content. He wasn't sure he wanted to send her home this time. He was sure he would miss the kidnappings, much as he thought she would. He would have to think on that, but for now he held his pet. Text: An awakening of a new passion. Dark but enticing. Extended re-write http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006FKGZ3A Buy it for your Kindle (.99) w/ two bonus stories! All rights reserved. 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SR Hunt The Beast Within Chapter 1 Alicen stood in the chilly morning air, her breath coming out in great clouds to billow behind her head. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a braid and her red ski cap was pulled tight to cover her ears from the stiff, cold breeze. The helicopters carrying in the wealthy thrill seekers were about to land, throwing snow up from the Alaskan countryside and making the wind much worse. She pulled her coat collar closer to her neck and ducked lower to the ground as the helicopters made contact with the earth. The blades were still spinning as her boss motioned her forward to help unload the passengers and their luggage. The other Rangers followed them. “You lead people to the lodge, we’ll get the luggage!” Mac, the head Ranger, shouted over the sound of the copter’s blades slowing. Alicen nodded and gave a thumbs up, changing course from the first copter to the second. She opened the door and smiled into the cabin. Raising her voice a little, she shouted, “Welcome to the Spirits’ Stay, the most elite ski resort in the country! If you’d please follow me, I’ll help you down and we’ll get you all out of the cold!” One by one men and women began to pile out. Alicen lent a hand as they clambered to the ground. She smiled and nodded at each one as she took their hand. Then the last man began to climb out. Alicen took his hand before looking at him. Her eyes swung upward and her heart, and time, stopped. She was staring into the most intensely blue eyes she’d ever imagined. His eyes were like a still, clear pool in the middle of a glacier. She swallowed hard as they both hesitated. Then, collecting her wits, she smiled at him and said shakily, “W-welcome to Spirits’ Stay. I’m Alicen, the assistant Ranger.” He looked back at her, his dazzling eyes staring into her brown ones, and suddenly she felt exposed, naked. It didn’t help when his eyes quickly flashed from her face to her chest and back. Even her red Ranger’s coat couldn’t hide her buxom chest. If it weren’t for the fact that her cheeks were already rosy from the cold, he would have seen her blush. He was still holding her hand, unmoving. She smirked and tugged on his hand. “Are you going to join us in the lodge, or would you prefer the helicopter?” His lips thinned into a line before he jumped to ground, landing with animal-like poise, and stood straight. Alicen noticed his form fitting coat showed the promise of a well-built bod, and his jeans fit him quite nicely from behind. She shook her head a little and tried to focus on her task. Looking around, she made a mental headcount. Mostly young couples, children of wealthy businessmen looking to spend a little of their parent’s cash, it seemed. There were four couples and a small group of friends. Alicen noticed that the quiet stranger was in the group, not a couple, and couldn’t help the small tingle that went up her spine. They all stood there, laughing with one another and discussing the trip and the plans they had, and the laughter and joking continued as Alicen lead the group through the cold air of the landing pad down to the doors of the Great Lodge. The group grew silent as they looked up at the building. It was made of logs and stone, towering high. These were the first, the elite of the wealthy, willing to pay the outrageous prices simply for the prestige of being the first. The building could accommodate hundreds of skiers, plus rangers, but there were only twenty or so people who stared up at the 10 story lodge. They all turned to Alicen with wide eyes and smiles. Snow began to fall as she faced them and reached behind her back to grab the door handles. She opened the doors, and her slender, red-clad body was framed by the scene of an inviting grand fireplace surrounded by leather couches, bear pelt rugs, moose antlers, a complimentary bar, and servers lined up in uniform to await their coming. “Welcome, everyone, to Spirits’ Stay, where the land itself waits to greet you.” Alicen stepped aside with a grand gesture as the group pressed forward in excitement. She put her arms behind her and smiled at them as they went by. The last to go in, straying behind the group a few steps, was that intensely attractive man. He languidly strode by, slowing a bit as he passed her, and the faintest of smiles played at the corner of his lips. She watched him go by, once again admiring his jeans from behind. Then, clearing her throat, she followed him and closed the doors behind her. The group chattered excitedly as they walked about the entrance hall to the Great Lodge. The group of friends, mostly boys mixed with three or so girls, were laughing and joking, the boys playing with the decorations and teasing the girls, who would laugh and run away from their antics, with the exception of one man. That man. He roamed the room, glancing at the displays and running his fingers over the counter tops. Soon, he lost interest in them and sat on the coach, waiting for the next step. Alicen watched him with intrigue for a moment before removing her heavy ski jacket and sitting in an arm chair next to the couch. She smiled at him before staring into the fire. She could feel his eyes on her. She glanced sideways, and, sure enough, he was staring at her, his eyebrows furrowed. She glanced around nervously and asked, “What? Is there something on my face?” He didn’t answer, but didn’t look away either. Alicen swallowed hard and turned her body in the chair to face him. “What’s your name, hmm?” He continued to stare at her. Alicen felt uncomfortable, but she didn’t exactly hate the feeling. “You’re not going to tell me your name?” she asked the intense stranger. Again his eyes roamed down to her chest, hesitating longer there. Her chest was much more noticeable now, seeing as she wore a tight black long sleeved shirt. This time, the blush in her cheeks was very visible, and she started to say, “Hey buddy, my eyes are up here,” but she was interrupted by one of the young men in his group calling out, “Hey, Jason, come here! You’ve got to see this.” Jason closed his eyes and sighed silently. When his eyes opened again, they stared right back into Alicen’s. His smirk was mischievous as he stood up, towering above her, and removed his coat. His muscles rippled in his chest and could be seen at the low collar of his v-neck shirt. A six pack was outlined against the soft cotton fabric as he moved. He ran a hand through his soft black hair and the bottom of his shirt raised enough for her to get a clear visual of his lower abs and happy trail. She gulped as another tingle ran down her spine and arousal awakened within her. He dropped his hand as he noticed her lips drop open. He stared at her, her eyes returning to his. Suddenly, he smiled. His perfect face lit up as his dimples came out. “Excuse me for a moment.” He turned away from her, about to go, but stopped and added, “Don’t move.” His voice was deep and powerful. He turned to leave and Alicen couldn’t help but stare after, paralyzed by the promise of his return and the resonating of his voice. She watched as the other young men greeted him into their circle, excitedly showing him display pictures of native Eskimo artwork featuring naked women. Jason stood stoicly, smiling politely as the other boys bounced around him pointing to this and that in a chaotic fashion, teasing the ladies in their group by comparing them to the art playfully. Jason stood still and nodded when appropriate, but kept glancing back at Alicen. She chewed on her bottom lip as her thoughts began to wander away from her control. Watching him, standing obviously apart from his peers…. Her attraction to him became stronger. Her imagination took her to a darkened cabin in the night. In her mind’s eye she was lying on a rustic four poster bed, the soft fur pelt blankets tickling her bare skin. Jason was standing next to the bed in the dark, the only thing visible was the muscled, tapered outline of his naked body and those eyes that seemed to look to her soul. In her fantasy, he leaned over her and placed his large, strong hands on her wrists, pinning them to the bed. As he leaned closer to her she could see that mischievous smile on his face again. Alicen’s breathing quickened in excitement, both in the fantasy and in reality. Before she knew it, she was ripped from her fantasy by Jason’s question. Apparently, he had returned while her thoughts were preoccupied. There was a small grin on his face as his eyes took her in. “Did you hear me?” he asked. She controlled her blush and asked, “I’m sorry, no. What did you say?” The fire crackled and burst as Jason repeated the previously unheard question with a small chuckle, “I asked you if you wanted a drink.” “Oh.” Alicen smiled to herself “No, thank you. I don’t drink. Why do you ask?” He looked into her eyes and hesitated. Then a tight smirk flashed as he replied, “You look a little flustered.” Alicen was about to blame the sudden warm air of the lounge, but their conversation was interrupted by a flurry of snow and a burst of cold air as the front doors opened. Mac and the other Rangers returning with the unloaded luggage hurried in and closed the doors behind them. Mac gave Alicen a small wave, which she returned, before he held his hands up in front of him to get everyone’s attention. “Welcome, again, to the Spirits’ Stay. We are so excited to have you here with us. These folks behind me are the Rangers, as signified by the red ski jackets. The people behind the bar, yonder, are the base workers. They’re in their bellhop uniforms and are here to answer any questions you might have, as well as help you here at the Lodge, or base as the Rangers will call it. I’m Mac, head Ranger, and this is Alicen, assistant Ranger, whom you’ve already met.” Alicen stood and crossed the room to stand beside Mac, leaving Jason with a disappointed look on his face, which Alicen took great satisfaction from. Mac continued, “Rangers will be patrolling the slopes all day, and the slopes will officially close at 10:00 PM every night. We advise you, though, if you are going to go night skiing, please stay on the lit slopes and return to the lodge at ten. This resort is very much out of the way and the Rangers are the only thing standing between you and the wild Alaskan country. There are fierce critters out there. Hungry and fierce.” Mac’s face became serious as he said that, and he hesitated to let it sink in. “If you go wondering off to do some cross country skiing, please be prepared. The Rangers can only protect you for a certain distance from base. Now,” Mac’s sun worn face became lighter as he changed the subject, “That warning being officially given, allow me to introduce the owner and proprietor of this fine resort, Mr. Leo Henderson.” Mac gestured to the grand staircase that led to the upper balcony of the lounge. A suave man, dressed in a finely tailored three piece suit that obviously didn’t belong in the Alaskan frontier, began to descend. His beach-blonde hair was slicked back on his head, revealing a wickedly handsome face that looked as if it could be turned easily from his fake, bleached smile to undulated anger at any moment. As he strode down the staircase Mr. Henderson looked at each person in turn, smiling grandly, and each person smiled uncomfortably back. All, except one. One man with a serious face and black hair was staring in the Ranger’s direction. Leo squinted his eyes, confused, and followed the man’s line of vision. It ended on a certain Ranger in a tight black shirt and long brown hair who was staring at the floor, standing beside Mac. This man was staring at Alicen with unmasked intensity. This man was staring at his Alicen. Leo didn’t know who he was, but he already didn’t like him. However, he didn’t linger on these thoughts for more than a moment. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he placed a hand in his pants pocket and held to the grandly decorated banister with the other. “Welcome, everyone, to my resort, the Spirits’ Stay, where the land itself waits to greet you.” Leo’s voice come out in silky tones, and the visiting women in the room had all of their attention focused on him. Leo continued with his speech. “You see, this location, though remote, is special. There is a native legend that exists here. They say that the land here…” he paused for dramatic effect, “Lives. Yes, it lives and breathes. The ancient Eskimo natives would send a shaman, a wise man of their village, to this location with offerings to the spirits of this land. In return, their people could travel through it and the land would remain docile and slumber. They say that here, land and spirit combine. “Now, I’m not sure if this is true, but I can tell you this,” Leo looked into the distance with a serious air, “This land is magical. And that’s why I chose it. I hope that while you, my honored guests, stay here, you’ll be able to feel a bit of this magic, because here, at Spirits’ Stay, the land itself waits to greet you.” The guests listened to his voice and when it ended, they all began to press forward to shake his hand. All, Leo noticed, accept one. He glanced around, feeling like a lion looking for his rival, and found the man begin to stride toward the Rangers and Alicen. Leo broke away from the group of admiring guests and made it to her before the stranger could. “Ah, Mac, Alicen, I trust everything is going well.” Leo rubbed his hands together in relish of the stranger’s surprised and sudden stop. “Sure is, Mr. Henderson,” Mac replied. “The lifts are running and the rooms are ready. And, of course, my Rangers are up for anything.” Leo smiled at Alicen wickedly and took a small step toward her, “Anything? I certainly hope so. You never know how… rough it could get out here, right, Alicen?” Alicen took a step back and had to fight the childish urge to pretend to gag. Instead, she excused herself, “You know, I think I’ll finish my job now and show everyone to their rooms. Don’t want them getting lost, you know?” She laughed awkwardly as she stepped around Mr. Henderson, carefully out of arms reach. He watched her go with an open stare at her ass. Alicen strode quickly away to the bar with the base workers behind it, giving them instructions to check everyone in and show them to their rooms. As she turned around she casually scanned the lounge. She caught sight of her quarry just as he was turning a corner to leave the confusion of the room. He hesitated, looking back at her, before stepping out of sight. She checked over her shoulder and saw that the guests were getting checked in just fine. Mr. Henderson was speaking with Mac and the other Rangers were ambling their way outside into the cold to take up their posts for the first day’s runs. Quietly, Alicen followed this intriguing stranger around the corner. She didn’t know what she was doing, or why, but something about him was pulling on her, pulling her closer to him. The hall was relatively dim compared to the brightly lit lounge. Her eyes took a moment to adjust as she slowed her pace. She glanced around, but didn’t see the stranger anywhere. With a disappointed pout, she turned to return to the hubbub of the hall, when a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. She jumped, startled at the sudden contact, and turned into Jason. She hit his chest with hers, and his muscled body stopped her from moving. She tilted her head up and looked into his eyes, which seemed to be alive with electrifying light, even in the darkness of the hallway. His hand was still on her arm, but he didn’t say anything. They stood pressed together, and she could feel the hardness of his erection pressed against her thigh. It was good to know that she wasn’t the only one aroused. She gulped. They stood together, neither of them making a move, their breathing the only sound. Then, as if from its own accord, Alicen’s free hand reached up and grabbed the back of his neck. His grip on her arm tightened as he pulled her forcefully to his lips, crushing against hers in a fit of passion. His tongue brushed her upper lip and chills went through her body. As if in response, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her closer to him, and her hands locked around his neck. Jason’s hands began to move from her back, getting lower. He squeezed her ass as she pressed against him, their kissing passionate as his tongue explored her mouth. One hand roved up her shirt to her breast, and finding its way under her bra, is fingers began to play with her nipple. She breathed heavily in pleasure as he kissed her neck and pulled her deeper into the shadows of the hall. Alicen suddenly pulled back from him, her breathing heavy. “This is crazy, I don’t even know you!” Jason stepped closer and pulled her to him again. “Jason Clayborn, 24 years old, from California. My favorite color is blue, I hate cats, and I’ve never been more attracted to a woman than I have to you.” Alicen looked back at him. She was wrapped in his strong arms, her lips tingled, her nipples were hard, and he smelled delicious. “Well, as long as you’re a dog person…” Jason smiled and again his face lit up. He chuckled softly in the dark; his only remark was “Damn, you even have a sense of humor.” Again he kissed her, but she stopped him. “No, we can’t do this here, now. Your group will wonder where you are. I’m not interested in a quickie.” She pulled out of his arms and took a few steps back. Jason pouted, and her heart jumped in her chest. All she wanted to say was “yes”, but her common sense was suddenly very loud. “Sorry, Jason. But no.” “How about tonight?” he pled. “I can take you to dinner, we don’t need to do anything. I want to get to know you.” “Yeah, I can tell. Five seconds ago you were trying to get to know me very well.” Alicen reached up to adjust her bra. Jason smirked, but offered no explanation. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. All he said was, “Please. Go to dinner with me. Just dinner.” She looked at him, standing there, looking like a god from a myth basking in darkness and seduction. How could she refuse? “Fine. My shift ends at 8.” “Perfect. I’ll meet you in the lounge at 9.” Without waiting for anything else to be said, Alicen turned and walked briskly away from Jason Clayborn, a man she had known for an hour and was already fantasizing about. Chapter 2 As Alicen bustled out of the cold, her ears, nose, and cheeks rosy red, she stomped her feet to get the snow off them and glanced around. One couple was cuddling next to the fire with some drinks in front of them, but no other guests were in the lounge. She glanced over to Ted, a base worker, and asked for a cup of hot chocolate. He grabbed a mug and filled it with the brown deliciousness, adding extra whipped cream just for her. She said her thank you and took the mug with her as she hustled off to her room to take a quick shower before dinner. She hopped in a little too quickly. Her freezing cold body felt on fire, even though the water was lukewarm. Cursing, she ignored the burning sensation and soaped up her hair. She conditioned it and washed her body, taking no more than five minutes in the shower. Ok, still on schedule, she thought to herself. She used a blow dryer to dry her hair quickly, but that made it frizz. With an exasperated sigh, she decided to just do her customary single braid down her back. With that done, she turned her attention to wardrobe. She was reaching into her closet to pull out her first option when a knock on the door startled her. Her breath caught in her throat as she called out, “Who’s there?” “It’s Mac, we got a problem.” She was surprised at the disappointed feeling within her. Who did she expect it to be? Jason? She shook her head and reached for her robe, pulling it around her. She opened the door and let Mac in. Snow stuck to his neat beard and his eyes were tired. “What’s up, Mac?” “Earlier today, that group of friends that all come in together reported that two of their people had gone off to do some cross country skiing and had been gone for a few hours. The other Rangers have been searching all day, but we can’t find them.” “What? I’ve been on shift all day, how come this is the first I’ve heard of it?” Alicen asked angrily. “It wasn’t in your sector and you had your plate full enough trying to keep your side of the mountain in order. I thought we’d be able to find them, but we lost their trail. Now we need everyone.” “Mac…” Alicen put away her indignation at not being informed and turned to the task at hand. “Who’s missing? Do you know?” “Yeah, one’s a tall, lanky kid, ‘round 23 by the name of George Taggart, and the other’s about 24, strong guy type, by the name of Jason Clayborn.” Alicen’s mouth dropped open and she stared forward, unmoving. “Um… Aly? Alicen? You ok?” Mac waved a hand in front her face and she snapped back to attention. “I’ll be dressed and out in ten minutes.” “Ok, I’ll meet you at the base post.” Mac left and Alicen closed the door behind him. She sat on her bed for a moment and thought about the sudden shift in events. So much for a wonderful and promising evening… A hot guy asking her out? That would be too much to ask from the universe, wouldn’t it? With a worried sigh, she donned her gear and strode to the main lounge. She flew through the front doors and walked the twenty yards to a small cabin set away from the main building. She burst in and demanded a report from one of the Rangers. “Every Ranger is employed currently in tracking the trail of the two men George Taggart and Jason Clayborn. We lost their trail five miles back of Uguay Ridge, going east.” The Ranger read the information off a notepad. Alicen turned to Mac. “You seem to have everything under control here. I’m going to join the search party.” Mac nodded and handed her a long distance radio. “Keep in touch.” Alicen shouted back, “Will do,” as she burst back out the doors and hopped onto a sleek new snowmobile. She turned her nose up the slopes and was on the top of Uguay Ridge within thirty minutes. The time was 8:57 PM and the temperature was hovering around -3 degrees Fahrenheit. She coaxed the machine faster. Thirty minutes could be the difference between life and death. At least the wind from earlier that day had died down. A red clad Ranger flagged her down on the side of the trail, and she drove over to him. He pulled his facemask down and shouted, “There are yellow trail markers marking where we know they’ve been. When you get to the red marker, that’s where we lost it. We’re making a search line down the slopes, but it’s really steep and the snow is too soft in some places for the snowmobiles.” “Got it! I’m going to take the extreme left flank!” Alicen knew this country. She had begun to explore it some days before, trying to get acquainted with the mountain she was to patrol. The snow was very soft in some places, and if she had to guess which direction they would have gone, it would be north-east. She followed the trail markers, her headlights bright before her. Somewhere, a wolf’s howl broke the silence. She listened for a return, hoping a pack wasn’t moving into this area, but there was none. She sped along the now-packed snow that the Rangers had been travelling over all day until she reached the red ribbon tied in a tree branch. Then, she broke away from the trail, heading drastically over to the left. She could see the tracks from other Rangers, both on skis and on snowmobiles. She slowed her pace as she pulled down her face mask and radioed into base, “This is Alicen, I’ve reached the end of the trial and am heading in a dead north-east direction to the left flank. I’ll check in again in ten minutes. Over.” “Roger that,” Mac replied. She pulled her mask back into position and checked the time and temperature. 9:05 PM and the temperature had dropped a degree. She, and every other Ranger on the mountain, feared that if they didn’t find the two by morning’s light, the only thing they might come across would be two frozen bodies. She put the gas back on and zoomed along the snow, eyes and ears peeled. Finally, she reached the end of the previous search party’s tracks and went a little further. She could see that they were headed diagonally down the mountain in search of the two men, but her instincts told her they were headed in the wrong direction. She decided to keep heading north-east, instead of turning south-east. Her headlights were on full bright as she shouted into the dark, cold mountain air. “George? Jason! George Taggart! Jason?” She stopped shouting and listened carefully, driving slowly over the snow. She was well off the beaten trail and few miles away from the nearest searcher by the time her ten minutes had expired and she needed to check in. She pulled out the radio again. “This is Alicen, I’m en route and searching, haven’t found anything yet. Still headed north-east. Check in again in thirty minutes. Over.” “North-east? But the men would have obviously gone south-east from the position we left them. The snow and the steepness of the mountain would have made south-east the obvious choice, over.” “You have a lot of rangers patrolling that way, Mac, so you won’t mind if I go a little differently, right? Maybe they were more interested in exploring than an easy cross country run, over.” “Fine, fine. I expect your check in in thirty minutes. Over and out.” Alicen clipped the radio to her jacket once more and repositioned her face mask. She began calling out to the night and listening for a return once again. Nothing answered. After another ten minutes and a mile later, she grew frustrated. The temperature had dropped another degree and her hands were numb from gripping the handles. She pulled over to allow herself to stand up and get her blood flowing again. She stood up on the snowmobile, clapping her hands together and arching her back. She stretched her arms, but stopped suddenly, as something caught her eye. There, in the snow, was that….? She grabbed her flashlight and swung the beam around. Yes, it was. Blood. And right next to it was a human footprint from a ski boot. She reached up for her radio, but her hand couldn’t find it. She glanced down and, by all the luck, the clip had broken. She had dropped the radio somewhere in the snow! Shit! What now? Should she wait here for an hour until Mac sends someone to check up on her? Or should she just follow the trail? Her breath was turning to ice crystals in front of her face. They didn’t have another hour. She grabbed her flashlight and emergency kit, hopped down from snowmobile, and followed the footprint into the dense trees. Every once in a while she came across a drop of blood or a boot print, pointing her in the right direction. Soon, she came upon a larger blood splatter, and it hadn’t completely frozen yet. She stood up and yelled, “George? Jason? Can you hear me?” Suddenly, she heard a moan and a rustling. She jumped, and called more gingerly, “George?... Jason?” She followed the sounds of the rustling into the dense, leafless bushes that grew a little to her right. There was a trail of blood and the ground was compact, as if someone had dragged their body… or someone else’s, across the snow. “J-Jason?” She whispered as she walked through the brush. Suddenly, the rustling noises stopped. She gulped and hesitated, but pressed on. Suddenly, the bushes ended, but the blood trail continued. It looked as if it ran into a mountain, and then disappeared, like some sort of mortal ghost. She followed the trail to the end quizzically. “Jason? George?” She was afraid she was going to run into the mountain cliff, but found that the trail didn’t end, but went around a snow bank and into a cave. She smirked to herself. An injured man had found a snow cave that she couldn’t. She was losing her touch. She walked into the cave and looked about in the darkness. Ice clung to the walls and there were a few small stalagmites and stalactites here and there. Behind one, breathing heavily and holding his side, was a slumped form of a man. She approached him carefully, trying not to startle him. “I’m assistant Ranger Alicen Snider and I’m here to help you. Please don’t move, and don’t be afraid. You’re going to be alright.” “Alicen…” The voice that spoke to her was faint and strained. She gasped a little as she recognized the deep tone. “Jason!” She rushed to him, grabbing his head just as he lost all consciousness. His hands slid from his wound, a cut across his stomach that had completely slashed his shirt. It’s a good thing she wasn’t afraid of blood. She pulled out her emergency kit and got to work. By the time Jason opened his eyes, he was laying on his back under one of those shiny aluminum rescue blankets. His head hurt, but not as much as his stomach. He tried to sit up, but one of his ab muscles threw itself into a spasm that made him gasp for air. He looked under the blanket to find that his shirt had been removed and he was only wearing his jacket. There were stitches across his exposed belly, but the blood had been cleaned up. “I wouldn’t try to move very much.” Alicen said quietly from across a roaring fire. “Alicen?” Jason held his head and looked around in confusion. There was a warm fire going, and a pot of something cooking over it. There was a large pile of firewood in a corner, still with melting snow clinging to them. The ice cave they were in reflected the dancing light of the fire in beautiful designs. “How long have I been out?” “Three hours. A blizzard sprung up just as I found you, so I don’t expect we’ll be leaving any time soon.” Alicen pulled the little pot away from the flames and poured the contents into a thermos cap. “Here, drink this.” “Thanks.” Jason sipped on the hot cider as Alicen watched him. After a moment, she said, “So, here we are. Now, there was reportedly another man with you, a George Taggart. Do you know where he is?” Jason became very still. After Alicen raised her eyebrows expectantly from across the flames Jason set his cider aside. “No, I don’t know where he is.” When he didn’t offer any more of an explanation, Alicen got up and walked over to where he lay. Her coat was off and drying by the fire, and the outline of her slender, curvy body was plainly visible to Jason. He was grateful the cut on his stomach hadn’t gone any lower, or he might not be enjoying her company quite as much as he was at the moment. She sat cross-legged next to him and pulled his covers down. Ignoring anything she saw below the belt, she examined his stomach. “This was serious enough for stiches. You could have died from something like that, if you had been out there much longer. Jason,” she touched the side of his face gently, “What happened out there?” He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, but she pulled away. “Jason, this is serious. Where is George Taggart?” Jason’s mouth became a hard line. “To be honest, I don’t know what happened out there. We were skiing, and it was getting dark. George wanted to go on a little longer, but I said we had better start making our way back to the lodge. He wouldn’t budge, so I had to go with him. We went on and suddenly, we fell. Down a hole or something. It was like the earth had swallowed us. From then on, I swear upon my life, I don’t know what happened. It was all just a blur! I have no idea where George is. I don’t even know how I got this,” he indicated the slash across his abs. “I have no idea what happened after the blackness….” Jason was shivering again. Alicen sighed and lay down next to him. “Hush, it’s ok. Every Ranger we have is out there looking for George. I’m sure he’s fine. And you’re fine. You’re alive, and I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. As soon as this blizzard breaks I’ll take you back to base and you can go home.” Jason grabbed her hand. “I don’t want to go home.” The statement seemed so childish, especially with the tired pout he wore on his face, that Alicen couldn’t help but laugh at him. “It’s not funny, Alicen. I do remember that we had a date tonight. And I broke it. I’m so sorry.” “You didn’t break it.” Alicen leaned in and brushed his hair back from his forehead. “You were eaten by the earth, remember?” Jason smiled tightly at her attempt at humor. Her chuckle died away and the only thing left was the crackling of the fire and the intensity of his stare at her. Finally, she smiled and pulled the covers back over his chest. “You’d better get some sleep. That blizzard has a ways to go.” “Sleep isn’t exactly what I was thinking I need right now.” Jason tried to sit up, barely making it. Alicen chuckled. “Sleep is the only thing your body can do right now.” “I could show you what my body can do.” Jason grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in. He may have been tired, he may have been injured, but that kiss was so full of energy and passion that Alicen almost gave in to him. Almost. She broke the lip-lock and pushed his chest until he lay down again. Then she leaned over and kissed his forehead. “No, Jason. Sleep.” He pouted disappointedly as she got up and walked back to her place on the other side of the fire. She sat down and looked at him. His eyes were already drooping. Chapter 3 The blizzard raged on for the rest of that day. The wind howled and the snow drove. Once or twice, Alicen got lost going the few feet from the cave to the bushes to collect fire wood. She feared if the blizzard didn’t lessen drastically by the end of three days, they would run out of food and die of starvation in the cave. Her emergency kit only had so much room for rations. And, of course, there was Jason’s wound to worry about. He didn’t remember what had caused it, but it had seemed pretty sharp. The wound was clean enough; having been dragged through the snow when he couldn’t walk anymore, but still, infection was a major concern. She treated it the best she could and hoped for the best, but hope wasn’t going to get him to base. He had had a steady fever from the time she administered stiches, and it hadn’t broken. Then again, it hadn’t gotten worse, either. As long as it didn’t climb any higher, the fever wasn’t going to kill him as quickly as freezing to death. He had gone to sleep when she told him to, and had been asleep for 14 hours now. What had he gone through? What had happened to him, what had happened to George Taggart? When she had tried to bring it up, Jason had become very quiet and defensive. Why? What was he hiding? What was the cut from? Alicen sipped some of the cider she made from melted snow and a mix-in powder. She studied the sleeping man from across the flames. The fire danced on his smudged face, casting strange shadows. Who was he? She didn’t know, but deep down, she knew that she wanted to find out. As she contemplated these questions, Jason began to stir under the metallic blanket. With a groan, he rolled over and put one hand under his head. He stared back at her with eyes still wrapped in sleep. He grinned a little and said, “Good morning.” “Good afternoon,” Alicen replied. “Hungry?” “Starving.” “Have some soup,” Alicen poured the contents of a thermos into the cap and handed it to him. He sat up and took it, and Alicen stared at him with wide eyes, startled. He cocked an eyebrow. “What? What’s wrong?” “You… You didn’t grunt or groan or anything. You just sat up! Doesn’t your stomach hurt?” she asked, incredulous. Jason’s face shifted from confusion to wonderment. He pushed the covers aside and examined his abs. There, instead of a seeping wound, was a long scar running from his left pectoral to the right, ending at the bottom of his abs. His breath came in sharp, and he run a finger over it softly. “How…?” Alicen stood up and walked around the fire, squatting next to him. She ran a hand across his abs. His muscles retracted and he caught her wrist. He chuckled and chastised her, “That tickles.” They were there, so close. He had just dodged death, his wound had miraculously healed overnight, and the blizzard had them stuck in a cave. Together. This time, Alicen didn’t pull away as Jason crushed his lips against hers and pulled her down on top of him. Her stress melted away as his hands caressed her body. The taste of his tongue in her mouth reminded her that she wasn’t alone out here. As his lips found their way to her neck, she whispered, “You’re still warm.” “And you’re hot. This means we won’t freeze.” She laughed as Jason’s hands began to lift off her shirt. The air was still chilly, even with the fire. She stood up, pulled off her pants, and dove under the blanket to wiggle in closer to Jason. He chuckled as his arms wrapped around her. She reached down to unbutton his pants as he wriggled out of his coat. “Ugh, so many clothes. This bra is so stubborn. Why would you wear such a stubborn bra?” Jason joked. Alicen chuckled as Jason fairly ripped the bra off her. He stared at her and she smiled. Then, he cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed her nipple. Tingles ran through her body as he ran a tongue in a circle around one nipple, and played with the other breast. She put her hand on the back of his head and arched her back, whispering to him not to stop. He began to suck the nipple, licking it at the same time. The sensation felt so nice, Alicen’s breathing got heavier and louder in the ice cave. Her whole body tingled with desire for him as she wrapped a leg around his. She could feel how hard he was, how large his manhood was. He wanted her. And this time, she wasn’t about to pull away. One of Jason’s hands started running down her stomach as he continued to lick and kiss her breasts. His hand tickled her sensually as it made its way lower and lower, finally arriving at her panty line. His finger hooked around the elastic and began to pull it south as his mouth moved from one breast to the other. After pulling the panties off, he ran his fingertips, oh so slowly, up her inner thigh. He liked to keep her waiting. “You’re a tease, you know that?” Alicen whispered between heavy breaths of anticipation and pleasure. She could feel his smile as his lips hesitated on her chest. His fingers never stopped their ascent up her thigh, and, finally, they reached the lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes and gasped at the contact as he ran a finger lightly around the edges, feeling how wet she was. “And you love it.” Alicen grabbed his head and brought his lips back to hers. Jason rolled over, holding himself above Alicen with his hands. She stared at him in the firelight, at his naked body, taking in the man before her. She ran a finger over the fresh scar and worry entered her face again. Jason, seeing this, smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it. Call it a miracle. Call it an act of grace. I don’t care what you call it, but in about five seconds, you’re going to be calling my name.” Jason’s face lit up with that mischievous smile that Alicen loved, the one that brought out his dimples, and she wrapped a leg around his waist, returning his grin. “You can talk the talk, but let’s see if you can-“ Her sentence was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Jason made his first thrust. He brought his mouth back down to her nipples as his manhood filled her. One of Alicen’s hands grasped his hair as she let out a low moan, the other clawed at the aluminum blanket. His lips made her breasts tingle as he licked, kissed, and nibbled. And the slow gyrating and thrusting of his cock made her sway in rhythm with him, gasping in pleasure. Then, he began to pick up speed. His thrusts were even and rhythmic, drawing continual pleasure and new sensation from within her. She whispered his name with light breath, “Jason,” and he smiled in the firelight. He thrust harder, deeper, his muscles rippling and his cock throbbing. He added to her pleasure by rubbing her clit. She grasped his hair and arched her back. The pleasure was intense, and she was going to cum. Jason began to grunt as he got closer to climax. Alicen couldn’t take it anymore. She felt the pleasure explode inside her in a whoosh of warm, her cum mixing with Jason’s as they simultaneously climaxed. He fell to the side, breathing heavily, and smiled to the ceiling. Alicen watched him. His face was so beautiful when he smiled. He turned his electric eyes to her and pulled her close, kissing her forehead. They held each other close in the chilly cave, catching their breath. Alicen traced a swirling pattern across his chest and shoulder with her fingertip. He was so warm, and so strong… She felt like nothing could hurt her there, with him by her. She listened to the rush of wind from the blizzard outside and snuggled closer to Jason. He ran his thumb along her jawline, lifting it up. He leaned down and kissed her softly. “When we get out of this, I’d like a room change.” Alicen looked confused by his request. “What do you mean?” “There’s no way I’m staying in any room that doesn’t have you in it every night.” Alicen smiled at him and touched his beautiful face. “You think I could stay away? You don’t have a choice.” Jason kissed her again, and then they both leaned back, listening to the storm and to each other’s rhythmic breathing, content to be near each other. With that feeling of contentment, the both drifted off to sleep. Chapter 4 Alicen opened her eyes to see the faintest hint of light coming from the mouth of the cave. She was shivering alone, naked beneath the rescue blanket. The fire had died… and Jason was gone. It was so cold in the cave, her teeth were chattering. Alarmed, she reached for her Ranger clothes and quickly put them on. She stood up and looked around. Jason’s clothes were still on the cave floor where they had been hastily tossed aside the night before. Where on earth was Jason headed in this freezing temperature, completely naked? “J-J-Jason!” Alicen called out between chattering teeth. “J-Jason! Where are y-you?” He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. She rushed to the mouth of the cave and looked outside. The snow had stopped falling, but the biting wind still whistled by. She looked at the ground, but could see no tracks. She cupped her hands around her mouth in an attempt to yell louder than the wind, “Jason? Where are you? Can you hear me, Jason?” What happened? Where would he go, completely naked in the tail end of a blizzard? And in this wind? When did he sneak out of bed, and why? She set her mouth in a determined line. She found him once, she’ll do it again. She went back into the cave and repacked her emergency bag. Setting the strap tightly around her chest, she pulled her hat down and began to walk out of the cave. As she walked forward, trying to calculate a plan, she was halted by a dark shadow falling across her. She glanced up sharply, and what she saw stopped her in her tracks. A huge beast of a wolf stood in the opening of the cave, blood seeping from scratches along its shoulders and back. It was at least 8 feet tall, from paw to shoulder, and the crimson of its blood was stark and ominous against the pure white of its coat. Time seemed to still as its blue eyes burned into Alicen’s. She was frozen in fear. Time crept forward again as the beast let out a low moan. Alicen stiffened at the sound, knowing this was her end. She couldn’t fight off a creature of such immense size with nothing but a duffle bag and her pocket knife. Suddenly, the beast lunged forward, and Alicen’s fight or flight response kicked in. She darted behind an ice-stalagmite for cover from the monster. Her breathe was uneven as she waited for the wolf’s next move. Instead, all she heard was the thump of something hitting the floor of the cave. The sound confused her. What was the creature waiting for? If he was going to kill her, at least do it quickly. She waited a moment longer. She could hear it breathing in the cave, but it wasn’t moving. She dared a peek around the ice she hid behind. Carefully, she shifted her weight and slowly peered around the edge of her hiding spot. The beast lay there on its side, injured and breathing heavily. Its sides heaved up and down, and its breath came out in steamy puffs of white, smoky air. Alicen’s own breath came out in a great exhale, fogging her vision of the wolf momentarily. When it cleared, she didn’t see a wolf laying there on the cave floor, bleeding and hurt. Instead, she saw Jason- naked, shivering, and unconscious. Alicen fell back from shock. She looked at him, lying there, bleeding on the cave floor where a moment before there had been a gargantuan white wolf. Her mind rejected the image before her. What just happened? As she sat there, unmoving and her mouth agape, Jason’s body convulsed and he began coughing. Alicen, though confused, started to cautiously walk toward him. “Jason?” she whispered carefully. Jason’s face was ghostly white and sallow. There were cuts and bruises all over his body. Alicen bent down and examined the scrapes, whispering to him, “Jason, what… what’s going on?” Alicen shook her head, clearing it of the cobwebs that fear had placed there. The situation may be impossible to explain, but Jason was obviously injured… again. She put down her emergency kit and retrieved the rescue blanket, wrapping him in it. She opened the first aid kit and found antiseptic ointment for the cuts. She opened the tube, preparing to administer it to a cut on Jason’s cheek, when suddenly, Jason’s eyes opened. Alicen gasped in shock. For a moment, his crystal blue eyes were not the ones that could stare into Alicen’s soul. Instead, they were that of a feral beast, cornered and injured, prepared to do anything and fight anyone for survival. His hand flew up and grabbed her wrist painfully as a low snarl came out of his throat. “Jason!” Alicen could feel the pressure from his grip on her wrist bones, and pain shot up her arm. His strength was inhuman. Anymore pressure and he would snap her hand off. She couldn’t move within his iron grasp. As she called his name, Jason recognized her voice. His grip slackened and his eyes were human again. His voice was weak when he said her name, “Alicen…” Suddenly, Jason closed his eyes, his face set in a grimace of pain. He arched his back and grit his teeth, letting out a mangled scream. “Jason? Jason! What’s happening?” Alicen grabbed both sides of his face, trying to see what was hurting him. She yelled at him, trying to bring his attention back to her. Every muscle in his body was tensed against the pain. His face was on fire with fever. She didn’t know what to do. Was this some sort of epileptic attack? How do you help someone whose humanity has just been thrown into question? She kneeled beside him, feeling completely useless as he writhed in pain. Her confusion for the situation didn’t lessen as Jason’s cuts and bruises began to heal and fade on his body. Even the long scar across his abdomen faded and became softer. Alicen stared in horror at the whole scene with her hands cupped over her mouth. As his body and face slackened and became still, the normal color returned to it. All the cuts were gone, leaving to trace on his skin. Silence remained after this amazing regeneration. Alicen still stared in confusion and fear at the man she barely knew. In fact, she now didn’t even know if he was a man. She felt nauseous with confusion and alarm, and her mind was blank. What exactly is the next move after something like this? Alicen was strong, a leader in all situations. She was the kind of person that people looked to when they didn’t know what to do. She may not be in a situation she could master, but her mind was telling her now that action was required. If she didn’t do something about this biting cold, Jason would die. And, besides that, adrenaline had been pumping through both of their bodies… for more than one reason… and Jason hadn’t eaten since yesterday. Start a fire, make some food. These things she could do. She grabbed the corners of the blanket and pulled Jason farther back in the cave, away from the entrance. She started a fire next to him and pulled out her small tin pot. The only thing to make was some soup in her emergency kit. The fire and the soup took no more than thirty minutes to make. She sat on the ground next to Jason and stared at him between slurps, saving a good portion of the pot for him when he woke. Her mind began to mull over what had just happened, rejecting everything. Soon, she refused to think about the wolf, and instead remembered Jason as he was last night. A man. Oh yes, most definitely a man. His face was so still in the firelight, so peaceful… Then something dark crept into her thoughts… George Taggart. What had happened to him? Jason had become so defensive and quiet when she questioned him about it. Could it be that… Could Jason have killed him as a… a werewolf? Alicen stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave. There, on the snow, were drops of blood, reminding her that she wasn’t imagining anything. She sighed and rubbed her arms against the biting cold. She was just thinking about whether or not they should send up the flare for a rescue, when the metallic crumpling sounds of Jason’s blanket made her turn around. Jason stood there, lit by the fire, examining the scar that had almost completely faded from his abdomen. His dark hair was disheveled in a roguish way, he had dark stubble growing on his face, and his body couldn’t have been more perfect if it was carved from stone. Alicen’s breath caught in her throat. He was so handsome. She should have known he was too good to be true. Nothing is ever as it seems. “So,” Alicen cleared her throat as Jason looked up at her. He was still naked, making it hard for her to focus. She crossed the room and picked up his pants and coat. “Here, you’re probably freezing.” Jason took the clothes, staring at her, trying to read her emotions. “Thanks… Actually, for some reason, I’m not cold at all. It feels like it’s the perfect temperature.” Alicen’s eyebrows furrowed as she came closer to him, cautiously, and took her hand out of her glove to gingerly feel his temperature. Jason laughed. “Alicen, I’m not a bomb. You can touch me.” Alicen drew back. “You’re not a bomb, that’s right. You’re a wolf.” Her voice cracked a little on the last word, and Jason’s face become more serious. “Jason… You’re a wolf. You’re… you’re a werewolf. How?” Jason stepped closer to her and gently took her arm, lifting her hand closer to his face. He pulled back the sleeve of her jacket to reveal her swollen, purple wrist. He took his hand and placed it over, realizing the bruise was an exact outline of his hand. Alicen didn’t say anything. “Did I do this to you?” Jason asked quietly. Alicen didn’t answer him; she just stared at her wrist. “Alicen… I hurt you?” Alicen realized he probably didn’t remember anything before he passed out. She cast her eyes to sideways to the ground. Jason took that as his answer as he tugged her sleeve carefully back into place. Alicen whispered, “You weren’t yourself.” Jason snorted, “That’s no excuse for hurting you.” Alicen grabbed his face, “You were barely human. If that’s not an excuse, nothing is.” Jason took her hand softly and kissed the back of it, “Exactly. There is no excuse. I’m so sorry.” Alicen sighed and hugged him, nestling into his strong chest. He kissed the top of her head. Something hard was suddenly pressing against her leg, and she chuckled. “Hey, is now really the appropriate time for that?” “I’m sorry!” Jason laughed back, “But, I’m naked, we’re still very alone, and you’re pressed up against me… I may be a werewolf, but I’m still a man. Urges, and what not.” “Are you kidding me? Come on. There’s so much that needs to be talked about, so much that needs doing!” “Yes, but right now I can only think of two people, here in this cave, that needs doing.” Jason waggled his eyebrows and Alicen punched his shoulder. “Men, I swear.” Alicen rolled her eyes. “We’re all animals. But, come on, be honest. Look at me. I want you. You’re saying you don’t want me, too?” Jason was playing with her. Alicen pretended to swoon. “You’re right. The sight of your naked bod is too much for me. I can’t contain myself. I might have an orgasm right here, right now.” Jason swooped in, grabbing her around the waist with his hands, pressing his lips against hers earnestly. Alicen stood dumb for a moment, unmoving in his hands. But he pulled her close, her body forming to his. His tongue grazed her lip and his hands caressed her back. As much as she refused to admit it to him, she wanted him. Badly. Her body ached to give in, while her mind fought him. Jason, as if knowing the conflict within her, picked her up gently, effortlessly with his inhuman strength, and laid her on the makeshift bed he had been lying in minutes before. His eyes smiled into hers as he whispered, “Alicen, just let go.” She bit her lip, thinking. She realized he was right. She just needed to let go. As soon as she decided that, she began to float along. There was no thinking required. Before she knew it, she was naked, and Jason’s hands were sensually caressing her entire body. His tongue and lips were warm against her breasts and neck. His entire body was on fire, and pressed against her, it kept her warm against the cold. A fever of passion and desire burned within her too. He ran sweet, warm kisses down her abdomen, gently pushing her legs apart. He kissed the inside of her thighs, lightly brushing his lips over her skin. The tingles that ran down her spine had nothing to do with the cold. His breath was warm on her bare legs, and Alicen felt anticipation well up inside her. He rubbed his thumb around her pussy as she whispered to him, urging him on. He lay on his stomach and began to lick and kiss around her. His mouth on her was warm, and she whispered his name between sighs of pleasure. His tongue penetrated and massaged her, and it felt good. Then his fingers joined, and Alicen floated on a cloud of pleasure. He knew exactly where to find her G-spot, exactly how to massage it with his fingers. He built her pleasure, and then his tongue flicked around her clit, and she arched her back, alive with sensual bliss. Damn, he was good at this. She called his name through sighing breaths as she slowly, perfectly, built toward climax. Her orgasm flowed, warm and wet, and Alicen moaned in pleasure. Jason straddled her body, kissing her neck and ear before pulling up and smiling at her. She smiled back, breathing heavily. Then, a mischievous glint came into her eye. She grabbed the back of his head and brought him down for a passionate kiss, simultaneously rolling him onto his back. Now she straddled him. He smiled through their kiss. Suddenly, his head snapped to the side, and he glared toward the entrance of the cave. Alicen was taken aback. “What is it? What’s wrong?” “Somebody’s coming.” Jason’s voice sounded ominous. “How do you know?” “I can hear them,” was his only explanation. “We’d better get dressed.” Alicen rolled off him, and grabbed her undies and pants, pulling them on. He watched her dress with a dissatisfied groan. She put on her bra before leaning over and giving him a kiss. “To be continued.” He smiled ruefully. “Most definitely.” She threw his pants at him, which he caught with amazing reflexes. She grinned and shook her head, pulling on her shirt and coat. He put his pants on and lay back down on his makeshift bed while she sat a few feet from his head, next to the fire. The absence of his body next to hers had made her chilly. She shivered a little as Jason’s ears strained to hear the on comer. Alicen watched him use his apparently amazing new hearing capacity with wonder. “Do you know who it is?” “No. But they’re walking right to the cave.” Jason looked puzzled. “They’re probably following the blood trail.” Alicen whispered. She didn’t know how close the encroacher was. Jason still looked puzzled. “Blood trail? Wait, hush, here they come.” That confirmed that Jason really didn’t remember anything specific from his time as a wolf. But she would question him later. She could hear the oncoming footsteps crunch in the snow. She tried to look normal, but was smiling to herself, trying not to think about what had just happened, as the man walked into the cave. Chapter 5 The light behind him made the man a silhouette. Alicen couldn’t see his face beneath his furry parka hood. There was a moment of silence in the cave as they all stared suspiciously at each other. Then, suddenly, the man threw back his hood. The wind blew his long white pony tail around his shoulders. A breeze thread its way through the cave as his deep, accented voice spoke. He extended his arm to Jason, his fingers pointed to the cave ceiling and his palm toward them. The fire flickered in the wind as he said one word, “Amarok.” His voice rebounded off the ice-laced walls, vibrating with authority. Jason stood and faced the stranger, his fists clenched. “Show your face,” Jason commanded him. The stranger stepped away from the sunlight and entered the firelight. He was an old, wrinkled, native man. He had obviously seen many years through the Alaskan winters. But what Alicen really noticed about him, were his eyes. They were glossed over with a blue cloudiness. He was completely blind with cataracts. He couldn’t have been following the blood trail, and yet he knew right were to find them, and had gestured directly to Jason. Alicen stood up next to Jason. She asked, “Who are you?” The old man put his arm down slowly. He stared ahead, unseeing. In his accented English he said, “I am the descendent of them who cater to the spirits of this land. I am he who has heard the call and felt the disturbance within the earth. I have come as a servant to the Spirits to help guide their Amarok, that he may purge this land of what disturbs its peace.” Jason heard these words, his face stony, then asked, “What the heck is an Amarok?” The old man smiled slightly. “Not what. Who. You are the Amarok. The Wolf. You are a servant of the land and I am here because you have not begun what you must.” Alicen leaned against Jason, surprised at this strange old man. “What… How did you know…?” “Silence.” The old man did not say it harshly, but the authority in his voice made Alicen take a step back. “Amarok, you transformed last night, but you fought what the earth whispered to you. If you had followed the Spirits’ instructions you would be one step closer to becoming a man again.” Jason’s mouth was set in a thin line. “What are talking about? I don’t remember anything from last night. Just… blurs of snow and…” Jason held his head, trying to remember. The old man reached into his parka and retrieved something. He felt it with his hand before holding it out to Jason. “You are fighting what has happened to you. You must let the Spirits’ will guide your actions. Your rebellion will only lead to self-destruction. Take this. It is a totem blessed by my grandfather, back when the last Amarok roamed. It will help connect your will and the land’s. It will help you keep your sanity and not forget who you are as you carry out the Spirits’ will. Sometimes, the land can be too powerful, too overwhelming. This will help you communicate with it, instead of simply hearing whispers. You will be able to speak with the Spirits if you wear this. You will remember who you are and what you are.” Jason swallowed and reached for the totem, taking it carefully in his hand. He held it up in the firelight and examined it. There was a howling wolf carved from wood, about an inch in length. It was tied to a long, thin strip of rawhide necklace. Jason scowled a little as he thought out loud, “Why does this feel less like a blessed totem and more like a collar and leash?” He looked up at the blind old man and said louder, “How can I trust you? Maybe when I put this on I’ll become lost to… To whatever is in me. The Amarok, or wolf, or whatever. Maybe this will make me lose myself.” The old man scowled at the floor. Then, he said the least expected thing. “You can trust me because I was the last Amarok. My grandfather made the totem for me 57 years ago. I was not yet considered a man in my tribe, but the Spirits chose me anyway.” He sighed. “The way before you is hard. It is not easy to do the bidding of the Spirits. But, that totem will allow you to return. It will keep you from losing yourself in the work of the Other World. It will keep you human while you become a beast.” Alicen reached a hand out to touch the wooden wolf, but a tingle went through her fingertips that made her pull away from it. Jason looked at her, his eyes a cold blue fire of confusion and fear. Alicen ran a hand lightly over his cheek. “What do you think, Alicen?” Jason asked. She looked from him, to the necklace, to the old man, and back to Jason. She gulped. “I think… I think that I believe him. I don’t want to lose you to some Spirit or wolf or anything. If this is your chance to take control of whatever is happening to you… Take it.” The old man nodded toward them in agreement as Jason looked between the two. “It’s your choice.” Alicen touched his shoulder supportively. Jason set his jaw and nodded sharply once. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Alicen could feel his fear and need for comfort in it, and she kissed him back with as much compassion as she could. Jason pulled away and put his forehead on hers. “This is so unfair to you. You deserve better than this.” Alicen didn’t have time to contest him. Jason stepped back from her and slid the necklace over his head. The wolf hung to the middle of his bare torso. For a moment, nothing happened. Jason glanced at Alicen, and smiled a little, letting out the breath he had pent up in his lungs. Jason looked at the old man, who was smiling to himself, and said, “Nothing happened.” “So it seems,” the old man replied. Jason rolled his eyes. “Was something supposed to happen?” The man shrugged. “The point of the totem is that now you have control. Did you want something to happen?” Jason sighed. “Well, no. I was hoping nothing would.” “And, so, nothing did.” “Can you be any more cryptic?” Jason asked. The old man stared in Jason’s general direction with exasperated, cloudy eyes. “The Spirits can call you, but you will only change when you want. Be careful to heed the call, however. The totem cannot withstand the Spirits forever. With that in mind, you can now transform as you will. Try it.” Alicen looked frightened and Jason seemed unsure. “You want me to transform into a giant wolf right now? Are you crazy? I’ll hurt someone!” The old man stomped a foot on the floor. “Amarok, have you listened to anything? You will be in your right mind. Let the magic of the land flow within you. Transform!” Jason set his jaw and looked from him to Alicen. He gulped and said, “Stand back.” Alicen backed as far as she could until she hit the far wall of the cave. Then she nodded at Jason. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A breeze started drifting through the cave. Jason put his head down and clenched his fists, his jaw muscles jumping as he let out a low growl. The breeze picked up, making the flames from the fire dance and leap. The growl in Jason’s throat grew into a snarl. He dropped to his hands and knees. The muscles in his back and arms rippled and jumped as his hair turned from black, to grey, to white, sprouting along his back and arms, getting thicker and growing into a fur coat. Alicen glanced at the old man for reassurance, but he was gone. She looked back to Jason and tried to call out to him. But when her eyes swept back to him, he was replaced by a broad white wolf. He was the Amarok, the werewolf of the land. The Spirits’ servant. Chapter 6 The blue eyes of the beast stared unblinkingly at Alicen. His breath came out in powerful puffs and drifted away to dissipate into the cold air of the cave. The breeze made his long white fur ripple along his broad shoulders. Alicen didn’t know what to do as she cowered by the wall. She gulped. The wolf let out a low whine as he lowered his head, his eyes sad. Alicen blinked hard a few times before taking a few slow, unsure steps toward this huge white Amarok. She gulped and whispered, “Jason? Are you in there?” The wolf’s ears picked up as his tail started wagging. He pranced in place excitedly. He looked like the biggest puppy in the world, if you ignored the powerful jaw with razor sharp teeth and immensely powerful body size… not to mention the claws that could rip a man’s throat off. Still, the way he danced in place made Alicen give a shaky, relieved laugh. Jason was smiling a wolfy grin. A mischievous glint came into his ice blue eyes. Suddenly, he lay on the cave floor, rolling over onto his back. He looked back at Alicen and wiggled a little. She folded her arms. “If you think I’m about to give you a belly rub, you are so wrong.” Jason stopped wiggling, his ears drooping. His eyes became heartbreakingly sad. A small whine escaped his throat… Alicen couldn’t help herself. He looked so wretched, it made her heart hurt. She threw her arms in the air with a laugh and fell on top of the giant white werewolf, scratching his belly as he wiggled excitedly under her. The situation was so ridiculous, Alicen found herself laughing away the sickening worry and stress she had been feeling only a few moments before. She laughed until her sides hurt, and she scratched until her arms ached. Then, she just lay on top of him. His fur was soft and he was very warm. His fur was soft… His fur. He had fur. The realization of how ridiculously absurd the situation truly was crashed back into Alicen, making her chest tighten and her stomach churn. She scampered off of him, facing him, staring into his animal eyes… True, there was the glint of something else. There was something in them that made them Jason, and yet not Jason. He was him, but he was also this beast. He rolled over, feeling her concern without her having to say anything. Her worry was reflected in his eyes. This Amarok Jason closed his eyes and put his ears flat on his head. He leapt to his feet, taking a few staggering steps away from Alicen. His muscles along his shoulders and legs roiled and moved, almost bubbled… His fur blew in a senseless wind, and then began to shorten, shrinking back into Jason’s body and turning black once more. Slowly, the Amarok’s form shifted into Jason. When he stood before her as a man again, staggering on his feet, Alicen rushed forward and put her arms around him. She hugged him and steadied him at the same time. “Ugh…” Jason sighed as he put a hand to his head. “That was… odd.” “To say the least,” Alicen kissed his cheek to comfort him. He smiled slightly at her. “I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the belly rub.” “It kind of makes you seem less like a scary werewolf and more like a big puppy. Just sayin’, you probably won’t be the alpha male if there’s ever an Amarok pack.” “If I’m not the alpha male, what chance do I have of attracting the mate I want?” Alicen looked at him smiling and shook her head. She didn’t say it, but inside she was thinking… Intelligent, good looking, sense of humor, and I think he just took “dog person” to a whole new level. Yeah, he’ll have no problem getting anyone he wants. Jason looked at Alicen and sighed. He caressed her cheek softly. “Why couldn’t I have met you when the world was normal?” he asked. She held his hand to her face and shrugged. “C’est la vie.” Jason bit his finger. “French? You can get hotter? Damn… That reminds me, we have some unfinished business.” Alicen shook her head. “Are you always this crazy?” “I could try to blame the animal transformations, or the lack of oxygen in these high mountains, or lack of sleep, or loss of blood, or the fact that you are clouding my every thought standing there just waiting for… but the fact is, yes, I am always this crazy.” Alicen smiled mischievously. “Waiting for what?” “Nothing. Never mind.” Jason cleared his throat. “No, no, come on now, tell me.” Jason looked back at her and looped his fingers around her front belt loops. He pulled her pants lower on her hips while pulling her body closer to him. “Just waiting for me.” Before Alicen knew it, the force this man had over her worked its magic once more. Alicen floated, always in sweet passionate bliss, as Jason made her waiting cease. Text: SR Hunt Editing: SR Hunt All rights reserved. Publication Date: August 21st 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-srhunt

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ladydelight The Incubus House Of Pleasure 2 Part 2 The Result Playing for keeps   Part Two: The Result She had been away for two weeks, longer than she had ever been. All throughout that time, Bee could think of nothing but them. Were they thinking about her? Did they move on? Did they even notice she wasn't there? The apples sat heavy in her coat, almost dragging her down, as she walked up the steps. When Bee finally made it to their room, her hand grow sweaty. Her body didn't seem to sit still. Would they eat it or would they eat her soul? "Baby, where have you been?" Radon said, opening the door as if he had known she had been standing there. When normally his deep voice would awake her inner sex kitten, now all Bee could feel now was nervousness. He stood as always naked, in his room. Working in the Incubus house there was no need for clothing. Not when the Incubus naked body was so much better to view. Swallowing her nervousness, Bee smiled at Radon and walked into the room. "Where's Aden?" Bee said looking around the room. "He'll be here soon . . . We've missed you little Bee." Pushing his silver hair from his eyes, Radon walked closer to Bee, as his lips fell upon hers. The taste of his lips was like the sweetest of candy. It made her want to have more, to eat him up and have him inside of her forever. Her clothing fell off as if they were never on. With nothing holding back the heat of his body, Bee fell against his hard chest. One of Radon's hands moved to her soaked pussy. As his fingers began playing with her clitoris, Bee stepped on her tippy toes and moaned into his mouth. "Now beg for it, beg to be fucked," he said, his lips only away for a moment, before they came smashing back into hers. "Only if you eat the gift I got you," Bee said pushing herself away from his warm body. Maybe if she got one of them to eat the apple then Radon would help give the other Apple to Aden. Getting one of the apples out of her coat pocket, Bee handed it to Radon. He ate it without question, even licked his fingers afterward. Bee observed him for any changes and at the same time hoped he wouldn't collapse and die at her feet. . . . Nothing . . . The old bitch had lied. The apples did nothing to help her problem. Now they would never belong to her. Bee let Radon kiss her again, this time devouring her mouth as if he couldn't get enough. Pulling away so she could breathe Bee looked into Radon's eyes. Right before he pushed their lips back together again. In that small moment, Bee had notice that Radon's eyes had looked red, instead of the brown they normally were. But it had been so quick that Bee wondered if it had been her imagination. "Looks like I made it just in time," Aden said from the door, making both her and Radon look over in surprise. Radon turned her body away from the door, his hands going tight around her body. "Come any closer and I'll kill you." Surprised at his words Bee tried to move away from Radon, only to have his hands get tighter. His eyes never leaving Aden. "What?" Aden took a step into the room, but before Bee's eyes could perceive what was happening, Radon was no longer holding her, but was now by the door. His hands shifted into claws as grabbed Aden’s neck. Radon didn't need a moment to think, before he pulled out Aden's throat. Blue blood shot everywhere, as Bee watched helplessly. Aden tumbled to the ground, his gaze frozen in shock. "Oh my God, what have you done?" Bee ran to Aden's lifeless body, only to have Radon snatch her away, with a satisfying smile on his face. "What the fuck is wrong with you!!! Let me go!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her hands beating at his bloody chest. "I will never let you go Bee, I love you." His voice sounded unstable and his eyes dazed as he smiled lovingly down at her. His tail tied around her waist as she cried and yelled at the same time, knowing no one would come to save her. He started to kiss her once again, and Bee tried to move her face away but his hand gripped the back of her head, making her take it. Heat shot up and down her spine as her mind refused what her body so easily accepted. "I hate you," she said while he carried her to the bed. Radon laughed as his body came over her, his lower waist keeping her legs open, as his tail held her down. "Shhh my love. We'll have all of eternity for such sweet words." He entered her still wet pussy in one slow stroke, making her head tip back with a scream of enjoyment, and sorrow. Radon kissed it all away, as he swallowed her scream. "So fucking good," He said as he shoved his cock deep into her pussy. Filling her body with not only his lust, but also filling her own lust. Until she was on fire with it, so far gone that the fact that the dead body of her lover couldn't bring the hunger down, the painful pleasure too great. "Please Radon." Radon fucked Bee hard and fast, her tight pussy accepting his every thrust. Her wet heat shot up his cock and into his brain. Making his drive to go deeper became more intense. Bee clawed at his back as Radon went wild and thrust harder. Every cell in her body came to life, the fire in her belly fighting to escape. As she found herself moving her hips to every hammering blow his hips gave, Bee let the sensation exploded inside her. She wanted this. . .she wanted him. Him giving his all to her, in a way that border on the line of heart stopping desire. She could feel herself on the edge, her nerves alight with ecstasy, that move through her pussy. Bee's orgasm hit hard, her back arching as she was stuck in a silent moan. The energy from her climax danced around them, but didn't last as long as before. But Radon wasn't done, his hunger was too strong to stop now. Her body was his for the taking, now and forever. Slowly pulling himself from her wet heat, Radon watched as she moaned from the pleasure and loss. Her body still glowing with passion. As Radon flipped her to her belly and pushed back into her hungry cunt. Making him groan in his throat, as her tight walls tugged at his dick eagerly. "You want it harder don't you . . . Want more of it don't you?" He raised her hips higher, so he could push in deeper. He savored the sound of the hard hum she gave in answer. As he let his hands drift over her lovely full breast. Radon realized that it wasn't enough, she needs to answer. He needed to know that she knew who she was taking pleasure from. "Answer me!" He said pulling himself out so he could rub his dick against her clit. He could feel the quake that moved through her, that harden her nipples and had her on the edge again.  "Yes, yes please, I want it!" She cried out into the bed sheets. Leaning closer, Radon nipped her ear lightly. “Good girl.” Getting just what she asked for Radon pushed back inside her so hard and deep, she had to gasp for air. Hitting her G-spot with every long stroke he gave. Radon let himself feel the soft tight walls of her pussy milk him. More and more Radon felt a raw need, to take everything she was. As well as give everything she was. So when he felt her build up coming closer Radon finally let him self cum with her, loving the tight fit she gave him as he pumped her. Radon fell on top of Bee, breathing in her pleasure. Not caring that Aden's dry blood laid between them. Radon was just happy that Aden could no longer touch what was his. "You're mine now Bee, I'll never let you go." Kissing her neck, Radon rolled off her and pulled Bee into her chest. His thoughts going into their next experience together. Bee sobbed into his chest, not saying a word, as she cried over what she had lost. But far in Bee's mind she could hear, the dark dry laughter of that old woman.     Editing: "Big thanks to Persona for editing this story" Publication Date: June 17th 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-ladydeligh

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Lawren Lopez "IT" Was All She Wanted. Part 1 My Personal fantasies, finally set free. Alec, the doctor. Her cold fingertips trailed her arms with lotion, tonight she was with Alec. He was too handsome for words but clingy, still, the sex was amazing, so every now and then she would invite him over for a special night. The doorbell rang and she raced to answer, there he stood, 6 4’’ grey eyes, bright smile and muscular body. Before he could utter a word she yanked him through the door and shut it behind them. Pushed up now against the wall, she ran her palms up under his white Polo shirt sensually touching his smooth chest and abdomen, biting her lips, looking up at him with yearning for his vice . No time to waste, Alec slipped his hands under her red mini pleated dress and grabbed her firm round ass, lifting her face to face, legs wrapped around his waist, he crush his lips into hers for a devouring kiss, his tongue glided against hers, then deeper pulling and tugging, still caressing her ass he slips his hand lower between her thighs and rubs against her moisten lace panties. Still in the sweet entrancement of a kiss, he moves over to the dining table and lays her down legs apart, pulls her panties aside and dive in lips first into her pussy, “ohhh..” she moans as his tongue finds all the right places inside of her, he reaches his hands up her toned abdomen to her perky full breasts, each palm now gripped in a cup, he drives her downwards into his mouth, her body shivering “oh Alec right there!” she trebly whispers and moans of ecstasy fills the barely lit room as she erupts. With soft kisses he collects her juices and bring himself to her lips to share the nectar. She pulls his body towards her in the lasting kiss and rub against his stiff bulge, still hungry for his sex she unzips his pants, panties still aside she guides his manhood into her leaking entryway. He bites her lips at the unexpected warmth and lets out a muffled moan of approval, belly dancing her hips upward, she receives his beginning with an arched back, his middle with shivering lips and his end, yes all of him now inside her she shudders against his heated chest. He slams her to the table and regains control of the situation, plunging in and out of her femininity. Leaning forward now, still thrusting inward, his lips meet her still erect nipples, with soft nibbles then his tongue seduces her even further with light flicks. “You like that huh baby” Alec remarks. “Shh don’t talk, just fuck me!” She lets out. He slides out of her and pulls her face to his erect and shiny tool, “You know what to do!” he demands, hot and bothered she kneels to his dripping manhood and slides them between her breasts, kneading and jerking her firm tits against this slippery eyeful, she licks his beginning at every jerk upward, “ohhhh baby, I’m gonna come!!!” Alec grunts out. “Not yet, you big tease!” She pushes him away and spreads her body against the wall ass outward. “Is that an invitation?” Alec responds in giddy excitement,“Don’t make me change my mind” was the answer. He quickly finds himself against her, soft kisses relaxes and comforts her before entry, he slides his index into her soft lips and onto her tongue and out, he then slips his newly glistened index into her ass gently bringing his lips to hers in a kiss, passionately she lets go of herself and takes in all of his index, the erotica makes Alec’s cock jump against her ass, he dips and slips his excitement into her oozing pussy. Her soft moans increase into a loud “Allleccc!!” encouraged by her erotica he rams his junk deeper and deeper inside of her causing a sweet explosion of her juices to release all over hip, his finger still in and out of her second space he pulls it out and pushes her breasts first against the wall, driving upward and inward into her “OH! he grinds his teeth and breathlessly remarks, as he fills her with his warm and longing release, she belly dances her hips onto him to collect it all. He presses against her, so much sweat his chest showed perfectly through it. Slipping out gently he slides to the floor in a seating position as she drops to her knees, then flat on her back in pure satisfaction. “Wow, thanks babe.” She looks at him and says. With a soft laugh, he looks at her and in a breathless response he utters “Anytime!” It took her less than 10 minutes to find the strength for a bath. Now in the large shower, she sat on the cold tiled step away from where the water fell and cleaned herself. Every bath she felt aroused and this was no different, as the sponge grazed between her thighs she’d imagine another fantasy and touch herself, Alec had not yet left, he usually did soon after, her rules, but he was watching from the low lit doorway as this recently satisfied beauty once more bring herself to yet another climax... Publication Date: November 7th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-megpeg86

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MysteryWriter Jordans Sex Sequel Prt.3 & 4 (Re`Make] Morning honey said Jacob with a smile on his face. Morning, I said with a smile and a kiss. As I got out of bed rubbing my eyes from the sunlight that was beaming through the windows. I ran me a shower. ~The Shower~ Chapter 3 As I took my clothes off, I looked at my naked body in the mirror. I noticed that I was really in shape. My breast were firm, my stomach was smooth and sexy. I turned around to look at my ass, and it was round and soft. My pussy was shaven clean. After checking my self in the mirror, I got into the shower. I exhaled as the warm water hit my skin giving me goose bumps. The shower curtains slid back and I covered myself. What the hell.! I said. Calm down it's just me. Jacob said chuckling. ?Ooh thank god? I said uncovering myself. After 2 minutes of chatting and showering, he asked me for the body wash. Then I felt coldness sliding down my back and between my ass crack. I gasped, then the coldness was replaced by warm hands massaging my back and ass, and around my waist and moving up to my stomach. Oooh this feels so good. I moaned. His massaging went from my stomach up to my breast. Sucking on my neck and upper back, he gently squeezed both my nipples, pinching and gently pulling them. Oooh God. I moaned a bit louder. He moved one hand down from my right nipple and started to play with my clit. I stumbled back a little from the on coming climax I was going to hit, and felt his steel cock slide in between my ass crack. I gasped at how hard it was. I started to grind onto his cock and his response was grunting and breathing harder. Ooh you like this don't you? I teased. Damn straight he whispered into my ear. After 30 Seconds of grinding he said , I cant take this. and lifted my leg up and slammed his 11 inch cock into my wet pussy. I only gasped because words and sounds could not explain this pleasure. I had this feeling deep in my stomach, that I wanted more of him. So I told him to give it to me harder. Jacob started to go faster and deeper into my pussy. With him pinching my clit I felt as if I was coming closer and closer to an orgasm. Then it hit me.. Ooh fuck im Cumming, im Cumming! Fuck me harder!Yes!Fuck this Pussy ! I screamed. I came hard and felt the leg I was standing on go weak...But just as my leg went in Jacob grabbed it and lifted it up along with my other leg. He took his cock out my pussy and slowly slid 2 inches into my ass. I pinched his arm to let him know that his cock would not fit. He slid his cock back into my pussy to get it lubricated and tried sliding it back into my ass. I gasped once again from the pressure of his cock sliding into my ass. Holy shit Jordan..your tight he panted. I only moaned in response. With the shower water thumping on my pussy and stomach I felt little tickles against my skin. Jacob was picking up speed and went faster and faster into my ass, and I moaned louder and louder. Ahhh fuck im Cumming Jordan. he whispered slash panted in my ear. Then I felt liquid rushing into my bowels. This caused me to cum too. I fainted from the intensity of my climax. ~My sister and her husband~ Chapter4 When I opened my eyes I saw Jacob walking over to me with a bottle of Johnson?s baby lotion. Gonna get you all lotion up he said smiling. I gasped as the cold lotion dripped on my stomach and chuckled at the farting noise it made. Jacob was massaging my stomach up to my neck. I bit my lip when he got to my breast, giving them a squeeze. When he got through with my arms and waist, he went down to my pussy. I held my breath as he rubbed the lotion in my inner thighs. I let out a moan as he worked my pussy with them magic fingers. He told me to flip over on my stomach and I did so. While rubbing the lotion on my upper and lower back it felt like heaven. Working his way down to my ass, he rubbed some more lotion in his hands and massaged my ass, legs, and calf muscles and Feet. He kissed my back and ran his tongue down my spine making me quiver. He stuck 2 fingers into my pussy. Oooh this feels so good baby. I moaned. He told me to flip over again, and I did so. He spreaded my legs wider so he could get a good view. I saw him drool and laughed at him. He saw me and licked his lips before attacking my pussy with his tongue. Flicking his tongue over my clit and making small circles, I gripped the sheets and arched my back. He licked my pussy like a little kid licking ice cream on a hot day in July. After 4 minutes of licking I felt my pussy vibrate and Pulse. Ooh god im Cumming. I sighed. He shoved a finger into my pussy and that sent me over the edge. I had the mother of all orgasms. My body went completely numb. I looked down and saw Jacob cleaning ever last drop of cum. 20 minutes later after getting dressed into sum shorts and a tank top, I was watching some TV while Jacob was downstairs in the workout room. I saw my big sister Leah and her husband Dustin leap through my window. Damn ever heard of calling before coming over people house? I said .I did call you Jo. Leah said with a disapproving look on her gorgeous face. Yeah June bug. said Dustin. [Must have been when I was fucking with Jacob] I thought to myself. Oooh really Jo. said Leah with one perfect dark brown eye brow lifted up. I silently cursed myself for I have forgotten about Leah's mind reading power. I put my finger to my mouth and winked at her. girl power. she said childishly. Dustin interrupted our laughing. Soooo where's my little brother in-law? he said .downstairs in the work out room? I said pointing towards the floor. ?Alright then? he said. Dustin jumped to the workout room [like off the movie jumper] Soooooooo I said looking around the room. Yeah she said. Wanna give the boys a little surprise when they get back upstairs? Hmm?I don't know Jo Haven't you had enough sex for today ? she said smiling. I ignored her and said awesome! lets get ready. After I got through telling Leah the plan, we got into position. Okay here we go. I said taking a deep breath. When Dustin and Jacob walked in through the door it looked like their jaws dropped to the ground as they saw Leah on top of me naked. Wow lesbians Dustin joked. That little comment ticked Leah off We are not lesbians.We are just two very freaky chicks. she said rolling her eyes. Yeah my little freak Jordan. Jacob winked at me. I blushed. You guys wanna join us? Leah asked. Hell yea! said Jacob, and hopped in the bed removing his wife beater shirt and Nike shorts, only in his boxers. Naw I think im going to lay low.this time. he said looking another direction and sitting down on the couch. Okay? I said, and jumped on Jacob Kissing his chest, and kissing him passionately. While Leah was working her way down to his boxers. I sat down on Jacobs face and felt his hot tongue slide into my pussy, exploring my inner walls. Oooh Jake your tongue is so hot. I moaned. Leah pulled his hard cock out. Her eyes widened at his fat 11 inch monster, damn. is all I heard her say. Jacob laughed and his laughter vibrated my pussy. Leah started to lick the pre-cum off the tip on his cock and slowly swallowed 8 inches of his cock. Jacob moaned into my pussy again, and I started to jiggle my ass on top of his face. Leah went down to his balls and started to lick and suck on them. I had leaned over and slowly took in 8 inches of his cock. Rubbing my tongue ring against the sides of his cock. Jacob started to lick my pussy faster and harder, flicking and sucking on my clit. Oooh keep it up baby you're making me cum. I moaned. With that being said he nibbled on my clit and stuck two fingers in it. Oooh...F-Fuck. I moaned and Cummed all over his face. I got off his face and started to lick my juices from his face. He Said I tasted sweet like honey. After I cleaned his face, I kissed him deep and passionately. Leah guided his fat cock into my pussy. I moaned as he slammed the rest into me, while holding me there for a while. Oooh yes right there, Ahhh fuck me Jacob! I screamed as a mini orgasm hit me. I grabbed hold of my ass cheeks so he could go deeper. I had just noticed that Dustin had gotten up. He was fucking Leah doggystyle. He had a good grip of Leah's hips and was thrusting into her. Leah on the other hand was biting her lip and had her eyes tightly closed. Jacob had me pinned to him, and he whispered in my ear Im finna cum Jordan. He flipped me over on my back and pinned one leg down and the other leg up to my head, ramming his cock into me. OOoooh Fuck!! he yelled and came deep into my pussy, overfilling it with his hot cum. He collapsed on top of me breathing hard and kissing my neck passionately. I love you Jordan he said in my ear. I love you to Jacob I whispered back. Chapters 5 & 6 Next Publication Date: March 20th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-mysterwriter

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JJ Lacey Taxi Book is finished The location of this story is Perth Western Australia, 1975, and although the story is fictional, there are some true aspects in the telling of some of the sex scenes. I' E the old lady in the opening chapters is real. I will say no more, except not all sex scenes are fictitious. Chapter 1 In the seventies, I moved to Australia, with my wife and two boys. Two years after I got there, I bought a restricted taxi license. I found my sex life improving over the next few years, and apparently so did my wife's.  I was soon having sexual encounters, with some of my customers. One young lady, I helped carry her shopping to her flat three stories up. Asked me in for a coffee, and I ended up reliving her of her pent-up emotions.  She told me her boyfriend, worked away in the goldfields for three months at a time. She always got frustrated after the first month, he had been away for two months, and she then needed it badly, when I first shagged her. For the following eight months, we had sex every second Thursday when she did her shopping. It ended when he bought a transportable home, and putting it on the mine site for her to move in with him.   She was not the only customer, who liked to get my dick out. An old woman called Lillie 'or drunken Lil' as I called her, always asked for my taxi number, when she wanted a taxi, at the end of her night out at the pub.  I would drive her home and pull into her drive, and then as I opened the car door for her. She would turn to sit sideways and undo my flies, and then leisurely suck me off as I stood there for her to do it.  She always gave me a big tip, as well as the full fare. She was a nice-looking old woman and I did offer to shag her, but all she wanted was to suck my dick . She had a big dildo in the house, but it was not as nice to suck; as my dick, she had said.   I got a taxi truck two years after I bought the taxi, which was when Janet got her taxi drivers license. Lady taxi drivers could only work during daylight hours, so I was now just doing the very early morning jobs and the nights in the cab. I did deliveries in the taxi truck when Janet took the cab over from me. I had regular pickups, in the mornings and evening. Some had early morning starts in the local factories, and I had fairs to the airport for three fairs that commuted each day. I would go home at eight for breakfast, and Janet would take over. The couple next door had a boy, who went to the same school as our boys. So Janet would take him, with our boys in the morning. Annette was the same age as Janet, and they had become good friends, her husband Robert was a drunken fool and would beat her when he got drunk. Many a time, Janet would take Annette into our house at night to keep her safe.   On the way to Australia, we had made friends with a couple on the ship. They had settled just a short distance from us, and we saw them quite often.  He was a truck driver and worked for a big transport company, he and another chap drove a road train together. They would be away for days on end, delivering goods hundreds of miles away. One Saturday night, my controller called me on the radio.   "There's a chap called Duncan Mitchell asking for you, he's stuck at the casino nightclub. No one will pick them up because his mate is too drunk, wants to know if you can bail him out John, he says he's a friend of yours."   I told the controller I would go pick him up and would book off duty to do it. We were unable to pick up in the city because we only had restricted plates. We could take fares into the city, from our operating area, only we had to return to our area, before picking up another fare. I saw why no one would pick them up as soon as I saw Duncan, he was holding up his mate Harvey against the wall, trying to stop him from falling over.   Mary Duncan's wife was not as drunk as Harvey was, but she was drunk enough. Therefore, I decided to put her in the car first. As I struggled to put her in the front passenger seat, she smiled at me and started kissing me as I was leaning over her. Then I went to help Duncan with Harvey, who was unable to walk at all because he was too drunk. Between us, we manhandled him to the car, with his feet dragging along behind him. Then unable to get him onto the seat, we laid him face down on the back footwell. Alison Harvey's wife laughing drunkenly walked over Harvey's body, to sit in the back beside Duncan when he got in. Then we had to bend Harvey's legs up to shut the door when we were ready to drive away.   Harvey's home was eighteen miles away in Westfield, and it was now gone midnight. With the roads now empty, we had an uninterrupted journey.  The regularly spaced street lighting of the highway laminated the darkness in the car. In the brief flashes of light, I saw Duncan in my rearview mirror passionately kissing Alison.  Alison was really enjoying it, smiling happily, as Duncan had her blouse wide open. I could see he had a handful of flesh, which he had pulled from her half-cup bra.  I had to be very careful I did not crash, as I eagerly watched him playing with her lovely tit.   Arriving at Harvey's, I backed into the drive as far as I could, to lessen the distance we had to carry him. We dragged him from the car and into the house and then threw him on the settee.  As I turned to go back out to the car, Alison came in drunkenly smiling at me, her blouse wide open and her breast still exposed.   "Wait for me in the cab John, while I say goodnight to Alison please?" Duncan said grinning at me, as Alison gave me a big wet tongue kiss goodnight.  Mary was still conscious, grinning drunkenly at me, as the light went on when I opened the car door.  She was sitting slumped back in her seat, her short skirt hitched up high showing most of her legs. Her bulging cleavage showed in the neckline of her frilly blouse.  I got in and closed the door, and the light went out. Turning to look through the back window, she must have thought I was going to kiss her.   She lifted her face pursing her lips ready, so I obliged her and kissed her wet hot lips. As we continued to kiss there was no objection, to my hand entering her blouse to play with her ample breast?  I kept one eye on Harvey's front door, and Mary's legs opened wider when my hand crept up under her skirt, to feel her hot damp pussy. Her kisses got much more passionate, as I moved two fingers in and out of her.   She gasped and moaning softly, as I felt her getting wetter and her right hand was feeling the bulge in my trousers. I released it from my pants for her, and she rubbed it vigorously as she moved her crouch on my hand and moaned as she climaxed.  Then she readily opened her red-hot lips, when I awkwardly knelt so she could suck me.   It took twenty minutes for Duncan, to say goodnight to Alison. It was just long enough, I had just sat down and put Mary's tit away when he came out of the door.   When we got to his house, it was past one-thirty and it was pitch black. In the darkness, I had another grope of Mary's tits, as I was helping her out of the car, as Duncan went to open the door to the house.  With one hand up her skirt feeling her lovely bum, I slowly moved Mary to her front door, where I had to let her go so Duncan to help her in.  Duncan gave me more than enough, to cover the taxi fare. The big tip obviously was for waiting for him, and keeping quiet so he could have his goodnight shag with Alison.   Janet was fast asleep when I crept into bed, I doubted she wants sex anyway but I didn't want to wake her.  Nearly every morning I would find Janet in Annette when I came home for breakfast. Robert would have already gone to work, and Janet would be having coffee. While she waited for me to change over, so it became natural for me to have tea and toast with them.  Sometimes I would be late, and Janet would go off with the boys, leaving me alone with Annette to finish my tea and toast.   Annette was a nice looking woman, nice figure and nice tits. I had seen them quite a bit lately since I started having tea and toast with them. Annette was always in her cotton housecoat, with nothing under it when I arrived in the mornings. As I sat opposite her at the table, she would be sitting sideways on to me, talking to Janet. Annette seemed blissfully unaware, that as she bent forward her housecoat would gape open.   This would allow me to see one of her lovely breasts, with a long dark brown nipple. They were a little smaller than Janet's was, but they were nice to look at, seeing I wasn't supposed to be looking at them, in the first place, was I!   From an early age, I had liked looking at girls bodies, which had been my second eldest sister's fault, although she never knew it.  When I was eleven, and she was about sixteen, she had to babysit me when mum and dad went out.  I went to bed before they went out, but as soon as they did, Rita would let her boyfriend in.  She had to leave the passage door ajar, so she could hear me if I got up, but I would creep down, to spy on them through the gap in the door.  She let him take her tits out, almost as soon as he got there. Although they never were completely undressed, her blouse would be wide open with her bra pushed up out of the way, so he could see and play with both of them.   It meant I also could see her tits, then when he took, her panties off I could see her fanny, as she spread her legs for him. With the hem of her skirt tucked into her waistband, she enjoyed lying back with her legs wide, while he played and fingered her pussy. She always did all he told her to do when he took his dick out for her to play with and kiss. Then she would pant and moan when he got between her legs to shag her, but she made much more noise when he made her kneel on all fours, to shag her from behind.   She married him when she was twenty, I had watched them shagging for four years, and she was still a randy bitch. They had two children in quick succession before she went to the doctors and had something done to stop having kids. It didn't stop her being randy though, in fact, I think it made her sexier, knowing she couldn't have children, it meant she could have as much sex as she wanted.   I found out she had some men friends, that used to shag her on the quiet; I caught her with one of them, one afternoon when I came home on a fourteen-day leave from the Navy.  I had an arm full of presents for the kids, which I had for them from abroad.  No one knew I was coming home, so she would not be expecting me when I went around to her house.   It was on a hot summer's afternoon, and Simon would have been at work.  As I always used the kitchen door, when I went to see them, I was walking down the side of the house and was about to pass the kitchen window. When I saw the blind was down, I thought that was very strange, because I had never seen it down before. As there was no sun shining, on this side of the house there was no need. There was a small gap at the bottom, which I looked through and into the kitchen.  There was Rita stark naked with the look of ecstasy on her face, as she was bending over the end of the kitchen table. With this naked man, I did not know from Adam, shagging her hard from behind.   I stayed watching him humping her for some time, and saw she was really enjoying it, then when he pulled out, she turned around and finished him off with her mouth. I quietly slipped away with a raging hard-on, which I had to relieve. I went back the next day to deliver the toys when the children were home.   The day before I was due to return to my ship, I went around saying goodbye to Rita and wished I had my camera with me. There she was in the kitchen again, with a different bloke. I have often wondered if I could have blackmailed her into letting me shag her, I think Rita liked it that much I think she might have let me. I know I would have shagged my own sister given half the chance.   Given half a chance I would gladly shag Annette, no questions asked why she stayed with Robert I do not know. He earned a good wage so it could be for the kid's sake, or perhaps she liked him being domineering. Janet did tell me Annette confessed to her, that Robert has sex with her after he beats her into submission, she might be too scared to refuse him.  He makes her strip and submits to his will when he gets drunk and violent. I have been tempted to go and sort him out when I have heard him beating Annette, but Janet has always stopped me, from going over there.   "Don't interfere, John, she should leave him if she doesn't like it," she had always said as if she also thought Annette did like him being rough.  Though I must admit, all the times I have heard the racket, I have never seen a bruise on Annette's face unless he only hits her on the body where we cannot see, only that would not happen, if he were out of control through drink. Chapter 2   The Wednesday lunchtime after I had taken Duncan, and his drunken party home. I had just done a delivery, at the Armadale shopping complex. I was just leaving the unloading bay when I saw Mary struggling with her shopping, so I stopped to say hi friendly like, asking if I could help her to her car.   "Car is in the garage having something fixed John, could do with a lift home though darling," she said smiling sweetly, how could I refuse the lovely woman.  I had to help her up into the cab, after putting her shopping bags into the back of my truck and got a very nice view of her ass. Then as I carried her shopping into her kitchen, she put the kettle on and asked.   "You will stay for coffee John?" of course I would, she was just being friendly. I had wondered if she would be when we met again. I was hoping she was far too drunk, to remember what I did to her on that Saturday night, or if she even knew it was me, or Duncan that had given her some sexual pleaser in the car.   She didn't seem to be embarrassed, with me being there which made me think, I had been right about her being too drunk. Then as I was drinking the last drop of coffee, she caught me completely off guard.   "John, Duncan shagged Alison on Saturday night, didn't he, he was in there long enough, because I can remember us messing about in the car.  Oh do not worry I will not kill him, I just what to know I'm not imagining it, I think they've been having sex for some time. I'm sure he's been around there when Harvey's away," Mary said looking down at her cup as if trying to read the tea leaves then continued.   "Every six weeks they have to have a trip off, and someone else has to go with one of them.  Duncan often disappears when he is home and Harvey's away, I think he is around shagging Alison. I can't be mad at him John, I haven't been all that faithful myself, and you know that from Saturday night, you're just as bad as he is." She said finally looking up at me, with a naughty smile on her lips.   "Harvey is as bad as Duncan is; he comes around here on the days when Duncan has gone away.  It started quite a while ago; I was feeling a little down one day when Harvey turned up here. He had some bottles of wine, he and Duncan had taken off a load they had delivered, and he had brought Duncan's share of it around.  We sat and had quite a few glasses; then I got quite tipsy when we had a few more. I found myself in bed with Harvey, enjoying him giving me a really good shagging. So I can't really be mad at Duncan when I still like Harvey making me go to bed with him."   She said it with a tiny smile as if Harvey was forcing her into bed when I think it was mutual consent, if not her leading him there.  I was not sure if I was reading the signals right, but as they say, nothing ventured nothing gained.   "I'm sure Duncan shagged Alison Saturday Mary, and I enjoyed myself with you in the car, I'd like to enjoy your lovely charms, again sometime very soon," I said getting up and smiling down at her, as I went around the table towards her.   "Oh you naughty man, are you suggesting we should have sex right now John?" she asked putting her arms around my neck, as I bent to kiss her.  I had thought Mary was hot and willing, in the car because she was drunk. I did not think that was the case now because when I got her into her bedroom, she was more than willing for me to strip her naked, and do what I liked to her.  She really liked to climax, she creamed twice as I fingered her in foreplay, then after we had shagged she wanted me to keep making her climax.   Janet and I were making a very good living, out of the taxi and taxi truck; we were putting money in the bank and had even paid some of our mortgages off.  So when Janet's mum fell ill and she wanted to go back to England to see her, I readily agreed with her to take the boys, to see their grandma.  She was going for a month, and luckily, I had just the people to cover for her. Some of the ambulance drivers, at the Armadale hospital, had taxi licenses.   They did part-time work, for taxi owners that wanted time off, and as they, all worked shifts we worked out a rota so that six drivers could cover for Janet. It worked out well, although I was not making as much money, we did cover the cost of running the cab, and I did make a small profit. Only that was not the real reason for them running the cab, the reason was to keep my customers happy, goodwill was the reason, without my regulars I would have to hunt for work.   On the Thursday of Janet's second week away, I came home one night at about twelve-thirty. As I turned off the engine, I heard Annette sobs coming from next door.   "No Robert please you're hurting me, oh please stop Robert please?" she cried out and sobbed again, pleading for him to stop whatever he was doing to her.   I did not have Janet to stop me this time, so I banged on their door, and then tried the door handle when she cried out again for him to stop.  To my surprise, the door opened, and I was in their front room, with her lying naked on the floor, with him kneeling between her open legs.  He was almost undressed, having just a pair of underpants on, and was leaning over her. With one hand holding a breast very tightly, his other hand slapping her everywhere.  With her wide terrified eyes now looking up at me, I stepped forward and he never realized I was there at all and just slumped to the floor when I hit him.   Just the once was enough, and he was out stone cold, then when he didn't move, I checked just to make sure he was still breathing.  Then I looked down at Annette who had not moved at all, as if my sudden entrance had frozen her to the spot. Her legs were still wide open, and she was breathing very heavily. As she still looking up at me, as I looked down at her exposed shaved pussy.  The housecoat she always wore discarded on the floor, so I draped it over her shoulders when I helped her to her feet.  She was still in shock I think, and just let me lead her out of the house when I said.   "I'm not leaving you here, you can spend the night at my house. I'll check on your boy to see if he's alright, and tell him you're with me if he is awake."  I opened the boy's door, but he was fast asleep.   Annette didn't say a word, as I lead her to my room to put her naked in my bed. Then as I went to cover her with the sheet, she threw her arms around my neck, kissing me very passionately repeatedly.  I still had not yet covered her, and she was moaning softly, as I caressed the breast, he had been abusing. It was too much for me, and still kissing her I undressed and climbed into bed with her, and relieved the presser from my dick.   Perhaps I was her knight in shining armour, who she was rewording after saving her. I only know she was highly aroused as I shagged her, I think Robert was about to fuck her when I hit him and she did want it. She wanted me again as soon as she aroused me for a second time after we had lain in bed for some time kissing and fondling each other.  I took her back to her house at four forty-five, as I had to pick up my fist fare at five fifteen and Robert was still where I had left him. Annette begged me to see if he was all right, he was and he stirred a bit, as I checked him out.   "Annette, you sure you will be alright when he wakes up?" I asked looking around at her as she stood alongside me, clutching my arm with her housecoat just over her shoulders. It was still undone showing her naked body and the blonde tuft of hair on her crouch.   "Oh yes John he'll be alright, he won't remember a thing about last night. He will just wake up as he always douses, thinking he fell into a drunken sleep on the floor. Do you have to go right now?" she asked reaching up to give me a kiss, as her hand felt my dick through my trousers. She had not been embarrassed at me looking at her naked body at all; in fact, I was looking at it now. As she smiled at me her lips pouting and I wondered did I have the time. "I'll pop in to see if you're alright later Annette, I really have to go right now," I said returning her kiss.   "Thank you, John I'll be waiting for you," she said kissing me again and pressing her body against mine. "I haven't enjoyed having sex so much for years, you did enjoy fucking me, didn't you John? I have wanted you to do that for over a year, I know you have been looking at my breasts, while you had tea and toast here. I had hoped you would have asked me to have sex with you before now when Janet went off in the taxi. You were just as I imagined you would be when you made love to me last night, Robert always shags me hard and rough, and only when he is drunk, thank you, John, will you make love to me again please." She asked, taking me completely off guard again.   It really surprised me, and I think she would have let me shag her there and then, lying down beside Robert. By the way, she was pressing her body to me, she was deadly serious she wanted fucking again.  I looked down at Robert, lying just feet away still out cold, I really had to go, I could not afford to let Justin down he would miss his plane, and I would lose my contract with his firm.   "Get some rest Annette, you've been up all night, you're still in a bit of shock. I'll see you later and we'll have a talk," I kissed her and went to my car, thinking hell I could have been shagging her a year ago.   I was back at home at seven-thirty, for Tony to take over the cab, and for me to have breakfast, before taking the taxi truck out. As I got out of the taxicab, Annette's door opened, and she stood smiling at me. She was still inside her house, and as the door looked out onto the carports, and directly towards my door facing it across our two carports. It meant she was completely out of sight of anybody about in the street.  I was looking at her without that coat she always wore, as she stood opened legged and naked tempting me into her home.   "I've got the coffee pot on, and there's toast made do you want some?" She asked then quickly closed the door, as Tony arrived in his car. I tossed him the keys to the cab, and he was gone in minutes.   "Where's the boy?" I asked Annette, as her door opened again.   "Robert took him to Sandra's, he'll go to school with her boy," she said smiling at me walking backwards a few steps as I entered her home. I didn't have the coffee or the toast it was too cold, by the time I came out of her bedroom.   She had almost leapt into my arms, as I walked through her door. She raised her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around me, so I could carry her naked to the bedroom.  Where she was eager for me to please her after she had gone down to worship my rigid dick with her hot lips. God, she was as randy as Duncan's wife Mary, they both wanted me to carry on after I had shagged them.   If there was something in the water, that was making women randy around here; Janet was not drinking any of it that was for damn sure.  We had been married for eight years and had been in Australia for five of them, the first year or two, we would shag maybe twice a week, especially when we had been out to a party, and Janet had had a few drinks, then it became once a week, then she didn't want it as much as that.   Since we had a taxi, I might shag her once every two months or so. Oh all right we were working hard, when I got out of bed she was asleep. When I went to bed, she was most likely asleep. We didn't have the time to go to parties anymore, and we hardly saw each other during the day, when she got back from England we must have more time together. I was seeing Mary every Wednesday afternoon, and I was being tempted into Annette's every morning with the promise, of having her hot muffin for breakfast.   When Janet came home from England, Annette still wanted me to shag her in the mornings, as Janet went off in the taxi, I was sure we were going to get caught, Janet could come back for any number of reasons. They say you should not play away close to home, Christ, I was playing away next door, how crazy was that.   Annette would not take no for an answer, and I found myself shagging her in my house when she would come over because I had not gone over to her.  Then one day I found out the reason why Janet had stopped going over to visit Annette at night.  I was shagging Annette one morning and casually asked.   "Have you and Janet fallen out over anything Annette, I haven't seen Janet in your place in the evenings for a long time?" Annette looked up at me and answered.   "No we haven't fallen out John, Janet won't come over to my place at night anymore, not after want, Robert did to her, three months ago oh dear, she told me not to tell you."   I stopped shagging her, and just looked down at her." Why did Janet tell you not to say anything, what did he do to her?" I asked gently shagging her so she could talk, rather than pant and moan.   "Oh well if I must John, Janet was over here having a drink with me, which we normally did, when we were alone some nights. Robert came in drunk and started pulling me about roughly and taking my clothes off, he was trying to have sex with me with Janet there.  Janet tried to stop him, but he was too strong for her, he knocked her to the floor. Then as he removed my dress, Janet got up and jumped on him again, as he pulled off my knickers. He tossed her face down, on the arm of the settee like a rag doll."   "Then when he saw her skirt was up showing her bottom, he left me and turned on her as she lay helpless over the arm.  He pulled her panties down spread her legs and forced himself on her, and he shagged her hard from behind.  He grabbed hold of me when I tried to stop him and held me over Janet pinning me naked on top of her. He continued shagging her until he came inside her.  He was much stronger than the two of us, I had to helplessly watch, as he made Janet moan and whimper as he shagged her really hard."   "When he finished with her, she was panting, and really flushed red with embarrassment. He's always rough with me, John when he's drunk and wants sex.  I am used to it, and I keep forgiving him because I do like having sex, even the way Robert shags me sometimes.  I cannot help it, I just love sex too much. I was afraid Janet was going to go to the police, which I would not have blamed her for, but she agreed not to when I begged her. I had to promise no one would know, about Robert having raped her, it would be too embarrassing for her. It would also cause bad feeling, between Robert and you so we kept it quiet."   I finished shagging Annette and went out in the taxi truck, and then when I came home at five, I looked at Janet playing with the boys.  I could punch that Robert, for forcing himself on her. I thought of just doing that, but I could not confront him, I would let her know I knew what he had done. The only person, I could have heard it from was Annette, and Annette was too weak, to stand up to any cross-examination Janet would give her. I had to keep my mouth shut if I was going to keep shagging Annette, which was a bittersweet way to get back at Robert.   My affair with Annette came to an abrupt end four months later, but I didn't know it was going to. Two months earlier Robert was blind drunk again and beat Annette unconscious.  He had already stripped her off when she tried to escape his clutches; he caught her in their back garden and shagged her on the patio after he had knocked her out.  Janet heard the commotion and looked out of our window, she saw him shagging her, then leave her there naked and unconscious when he had finished.   Janet went out to tend to Annette and brought her into our house when she had brought Annette around. When I came home, I couldn't go to my bed because Janet had put Annette in it, and she sat up with her all night.   It was the last straw and they went to the police in the morning and had Robert arrested for domestic assault. He went to prison for two years, and Annette sued for divorcé.  Then one morning not long after, Annette came out of her house with suitcases, as I returned to change over to Janet. She gave me a kiss then Janet loaded Annette and her boy into the cab and drove them to the airport, where they boarded a plane back to England.  I knew nothing about it, and I had shagged Annette the morning before, Janet never breathed a word of it to me, showing she could keep secrets.   Soon after Annette left their house was up for sale, and an older couple bought it. They were nice but kept themselves to themselves; we hardly ever saw them from week to week. We only saw someone my age who visited with his wife and two children, mostly on Sundays for the afternoons.  They never bothered to introduce themselves, or ask us to keep an eye on his parents. Chapter 3 Duncan and Mary had bought a five-acre block out at Byford, which had a nice big house on it. The house was set back from the road, with a big shed on the grounds to park his truck in. I had moved their furniture out there for them and told him I envied the space he now had.  He had gone owner-driver with Harvey, pulling trailers for the same firm he had worked for, they were still doing the same run as they did before, but now they owned the prime mover, and got paid to pull the firm's freezer trailers. He was away the very same days, which meant I could still see Mary on Wednesdays, though she did not have to be quiet anymore when I shagged her. The nearest neighbour was at least five acres away, and they would not hear her moans of pleaser from there.  I was pleased Duncan was doing well, and now with his own truck, he could do other work, in between his main earning work.   Their main work was still the run with the road train freezer, which they loaded on Tuesday mornings, and then left at midday to drive day and night, up the inland road to Port Headland. Then it was back down the coast road, delivering as they went to return Friday evening.  They had the next three days off, but if there was work on offer, one or both of them would do it, witch Mary said they did quite often.   "While one of them is away alone, the other always looks after the other's wife," she had said it with a big grin, meaning Harvey was still coming around to shag her.  I would have been around myself more often, but he was home on Mondays and could be home anytime on Fridays, along with Wednesdays these were my relative quiet days. These days I would mostly deliver furniture or other household goods bought in shops, the taxi firm had contracts with that we would deliver at the cost of taxi fares.   Tuesdays and Thursdays, I was always very busy on both days, delivering Avon cosmetics all over the city, from the railway goods station.  We had to push the speed limits; to get back to the station, to pick another load until all the goods were gone. Having a fixed price per box for the job, meaning the more you delivered the more you could earn.   On Tuesday on my second run back to the station, I picked up a full load for Armadale and Kelmscott. I had never had this run before, and I had two drops to deliver on my estate.  I had one delivery that was two roads up the hill from my road, and as the house was in line with mine, I could look along the drive of the houses below. I was carrying the boxes down the drive and could see across the road to my drive. There were three taxies parked in the drive. I had one more delivery on this estate, and that was on the road above this one.   So I decided as it was eleven-thirty, I would stop at home for a cup of tea with Janet and her friends. Before carrying on with the rest of my deliveries and trying to get another load.  When I did arrive at my home, there was only my taxi parked on the drive.  When I entered the house, I could hear water running in the bathroom; it stopped as I went into the hallway, so I called out.   "Janet are you there Love," and her startled face peeked around the bathroom doorframe, and her shocked voice said.   "What are you doing home at this time?" she asked rather abruptly, wrapping a towel around her wet body.   "Just popped in for a cup of tea, what are you doing?" I asked and it was a silly question, seeing she was soaking wet and had just come out of the shower.   "I got sweaty sat in the car, so came home for a quick shower," she answered, but did not mention she had had two other taxi drivers here with her.  As all the taxies were the same colour, you could not tell one from another, unless you could see their fleet number. Which I did not, and at the time I had thought the two were other lady drivers, just here for coffee.   Now I was suspicious, whenever we had sex Janet would always have a shower after, that could not be the reason for the shower. She would not, would she; not with two men.  I made the tea as she dressed, and as we sat drinking, I said.   "This is the first time I've had Kelmscott and Armadale deliveries bet I don't get them again, have you had a busy day love, or have you been sitting around?"   "Been quite busy all morning, only been here five minutes before you came," she said looking up from her cup and smiling at me.   Well, that was a bloody lie, it had taken fifteen minutes, for me to do the deliveries, from the time I saw the taxis. Then it was another five minutes, for me to drive down from the top of the hill before I got to our house.  How long had they been there, before I actually saw them?  I was suspicious now, but I could not accuse her not without proof. How was I going to do that, without knowing who the drivers were that were driving the cabs?   It haunted me for the rest of the day, and then as I was coming home at five, I had an idea and wondered if the taxi controller would have the answer.  We had eight taxi's operating the Kelmscott and Armadale ranks, midday lunchtime was normally quiet, but it still had to be covered, so at least four cabs had to operate at a time, if you wanted a break, you asked if you could then the controller booked you off if there were enough cabs for cover still out.   I dropped into the depot and checked out the morning's log, two other cabs booked off at ten thirty, for an hour's break at the same time as Janet booked off.  Sid Mercer and Frank Jennings were the other two. Sid was a big well-built Scotsmen, six-foot odd and loud-mouthed, a big bully of a man, always intimidating people.  Hardly any of the other drivers liked him, except for Frank Jennings. If Sid was arguing with someone, Frank would be standing behind him, egging Sid on and throwing insolates, at the other person.   No, it could not be them, Janet like most of us was not fond of the pair at all, no, I must be completely off track, but whom did the two taxis belong.  Later in the evening, I was on the Armadale rank when Frank pulled onto it, I had a good look at him but then dismissed the thought, but it still niggled me in the morning, and Justin asked as I drove him to the airport.   "You alright mate you don't seem to be yourself this morning, something worrying you."  I had driven Justin to the airport, every morning five days a week for almost three years now. We had got to like one another and had great discussions on many subjects.  He had been in the Australian army for ten years, while I had been in the British Navy for seven. We had swopped tales of what we had done in the service, as he had been in the Australian Army special service.   He had specialized in covert operations, as part of an intelligence-gathering group. He now worked for a security company, not as a security guard, but as a technician setting up security systems, for big mining companies and surveillance in prisons.   I had been in the Navy for two years, before becoming a clearance diver, and assigned to the Special Boat Squadron, or SBS.  We were, in fact, a rapid response, commando group, trained to attack by stealth, from the sea in small boats or as frogmen.  Although I had never fired in anger, I trained in all manner of weaponry, and of course unarmed combat, which Justin and I had in common.  Even being that friendly how could I tell him, I thought my wife was shagging two blokes at once?   "You could say that Justin, but I can't burden you with my worries," I said hoping he would not press me, to admit I thought my wife was being unfaithful.   "Don't be daft mate we're buddies aren't we, if it's sensitive I'll keep it to myself, but if I can help in any way I will, but if I don't know I can't know if I can help."  I completely understood what he meant, but I could not see what he could do to help me solve the riddle of, who owned the two taxies.   "I think my wife is playing around and is driving me crazy. I think she is bringing him home to do it, I have not actually caught her with him, but I saw a strange car parked in my drive from a distance. When I got there it had gone, but she didn't admit to anyone being there at the time." I told Justin just as I was pulling into the airport drop off and loading bay, as I was talking, Justin had listened to my troubles, in complete silence but then said.   "When you pick me up tomorrow, I might have something for you, if you want to know and catch her in the act," he said getting out of the car and packing up his satchel with his tools in.  I watched him walk away into the airport lounge, not knowing what he could have for me, then I got back to my days work, but it was still on my mind.  When I went around to Mary's, for our Wednesday afternoon playtime, she enjoyed it immensely, grunting and groaning, as I shagged her mercilessly, while I thought of Janet and whoever it was, in my bedroom shagging.   Then I thought what Mary would say if I told her of my suspicions, 'you can't blame her, your fucking me aren't you!'  Mary knew who Duncan was shagging, but I didn't know who Janet was being shagged by if of course, she was. Until I could prove she was not, I would work on the assumption; at least one man was fucking her.  The other driver might be just a lookout, but I did not believe that. If I had been the other man, I wouldn't just stand by, not when a good looking woman, like Janet had her legs open. In the morning I was at Justin's fifteen minutes early, I was so eager to find out what he had for me.   "Good I'd hoped you'd come early," he said when he opened the door and beckoned me in.  "What do you think this is John?" he asked, holding up and an old radio.   "An old fifties Bakelite radio Justin, my dad had one in the front room."   Taking the back off the radio Justin smiled saying, "this is a small video camera, and it has a camera lens disguised as a tuning knob. A motion sensor switches on the camera, and the miniature tape lasts two hours. Put it in the bedroom, where it can video the bed, it has a thirty-second delay when you set it, so get out of the bedroom fast."   "When the door opens again, whatever happens in there will be on the tape. Here is a videotape adapter case to put the miniature tape in, so you can play it on your normal video player.  If you capture anything you want as evidence, I will put it on a full-size tape for you. Be warned to transfer the tape, I'll be watching it to editing it, and to be honest with you John, I love watching blue movies. So if you give me a tape that has your missies shagging on it, I'll most likely make a copy for myself."   "Here are two spare tapes, so you can replace the one that's taped until you get the time to check the tape out, or while I have the tape to copy, now the tape goes in like this, and you set it like this."   Justin said making no apologue that he would be watching it, before showing me how it worked, then giving me the two spear tapes we left to go to the airport.  I did the rest of my morning pickups until I went home at eight for breakfast and the change over with Janet.   "Look what I found," I said as I carried the radio in, to show Janet. "Doesn't work I'll try to fix it sometime, dad had one of these when I was a kid," I said happily looking at it as if it brought back old fond memories.   I took it into the bedroom and set it at the back of the dressing table, making sure it had a clear view of the bed, I quickly set it up then left.  When I came home at five I saw the little flag up, showing it had been triggered, there was nothing I could do then, I had to wait until Friday morning to check it.  In the morning when I picked Justin up, I told him it had taped but I didn't know what was on it as yet. I would find out when I got home for breakfast, and Janet went out in the cab, leaving me alone to find out whom or what triggered the tape.   Eight-thirty I was in the bedroom retrieving the tape, as soon as Janet got into the taxi.  The tape had started as soon as the bedroom door had opened and showed a clear image of the bedroom. Janet came in talking to someone, then I realized she was talking to Bobby my eldest boy.  She was telling him to do something, while she got out of her working clothes; I watched her strip off completely and put on her dressing gown.  Then she went out and five minutes later, she came back drying herself.  As I watched her dress, I got a raging hard-on, as she lifted her legs, to dry herself showing the camera her lovely pink fanny.   I had seen her undress and dress thousands of time, but seeing her now on the television naked, was highly erotic to me. Seeing her nicely formed tits, and the exposed pink lips of her fanny, had me rubbing my hard dick until I ejected.   Then I rewound the tape and replaced it in the camera, then I went out and did some work until I came home finding the tape had recorded again.  Saturday mornings Janet didn't work, the boys were home and couldn't be left, and as the shops closed at midday, I drove the cab for the morning trade.  Two taxies took it in turns, to have Saturday nights off, so every four weeks you didn't have to work unless you weren't going out, then you could volunteer to go on standby, just in case it got busy and you were needed.   Tony the ambulance driver, would standby in my taxi truck just in case any work came up, which very often did happen on a Saturday if people bought things they could not transport in their cars.  He would come around in the mornings and have tea, before going out when the shops opened. He would tell us of things that had happened, while he was out in the ambulance.   "Bad accident up at Mundaring dam on Wednesday, chap drove into a tree, the car burst into flames we were first there. Couldn't do a thing for him, he was well cooked," Tony said matter of fact as if it were commonplace.  I suppose when you are dealing with that sort of thing all the time, you get hardened to the things you see, if you didn't, I suppose it could haunt you. Janet shivered at the thought of the man burning to death, but Tony did say he was probably dead on impact.  Then Janet gave me, the very opportunity I had been waiting for.   "Before you go out again John, can I run down to the shops, I need some veggies for tonight's dinner, I can get it already while you're out," she said picking up the car keys when I said 'yes' and off she went.  Tony had already gone, and the boys were outside playing. I would have to be quick, so I ran to the bedroom to retrieve the tape. It was of Janet changing again, so I just watched it long enough to make sure she was alone, and then returned it to the camera, but I didn't set it.   It was not worth it on Saturday's and Sunday's, the boys were home and so was I on Sunday's.  For the next three weeks, all I saw on the tape was Janet undressing, and I was beginning to think, I was suspicious of Janet for no reason at all. I even thought of giving Justin his video camera back.   Chapter 4 I got one hell of a shock on the Wednesday of the fourth week when I was looking at the tape from the day before. Janet was laughing as the door opened, and she was walking in backwards. As she came into view, I saw a pair of male hands, feeling her exposed breasts. Her blouse was wide open and her bra pushed up, he had started undressing her, on their way down the hallway.  Now he was in the room, I did not know who the fuck he was, I had never seen this man before. He looked foreign maybe Greek; he had that Mediterranean look about him.     With the removal of her blouse, she was now naked to the waist, and her skirt removed as they kissed. They were still kissing, when his big hand felt between her bare open legs. His shirt had already gone, and her hands were undoing his belt. My eyes popped open in amassment when his trousers fell and his cock appeared. She held it with two hands and licked sucked the other third when she went down onto her knees. He had an Australian accent when he finally spoke.   "Move your hands away from it, you sexy bitch, so I can fuck your mouth. It's about time you swallowed my cock whole, you're going to one day so start practising." He said putting his hands on her head and pulling her to him. She gagged and brought her hands from behind her, and he slapped her wrists away hard.   "No do as I told you, hands behind your back and poke your tongue out, now open your throat, and swallow my knob," he ordered and slowly pulled her head to him. She had over half his cock in her mouth when she gagged and urged, and put her hands on his knees trying to push him back.  He held her there as she urged and convulsed for a moment, then he let her go to sputtering up at him.   "Bustard," she spat at him looking up, her eyes wet with tears.   "Shut up you bitch you love it, now get my cock back in your mouth and try again."   I could not believe it, Janet just opened her mouth and started sucking his cock again, and he again made her gag.  While she was still coughing, he lifted her up onto the bed. Spreading her legs wide, he started eating her pussy.  Which by the sounds she was making, and the way she was swarming. She was thoroughly enjoying, his tongue lapped between her pink juicy fanny lips.  I should have been horrified, watching my naked wife sexually pleasured, by a naked muscular bronzed Greek. That had a dick the size of a donkey's, and on my own bed too, where she would turn her back if I thought, of putting my hand on her tit.   I sat spellbound watching now, as he impaled her on his shaft, ramming the full length of it deep into her body. Making her tits wobble and her gasp as his hips thudded into her bottom, making a loud slapping sound.  Then she squealed as he withdrew, and turned her onto her knees to continue to squeal with delight. As he shagged her from behind doggy style, making her tits swing back and forth.     Then I again gasped in horror when he withdrew, and she turned to gobble his throbbing cock, swallowing his cum down, as he pumped it into her mouth.  I thought that would be the end of it, but they stayed on the bed, feeling one another while kissing, and saying nice things to each other.   "Oh Alex that was so good, I love your cock inside me," she said holding his now soft member, trying to revive it by pulling on it.   "Yes and I love fucking you Janet, I love hearing you squeal when I fuck you hard. Are you sure your husband, won't interrupt us here because I'm going to fuck you again?" He said with his hand again between her legs, making her gasp as he fingered her.   "No Alex he's delivering north of the city, up at Hillarys and Joondalup, he won't be around here until tonight. We're safe for now so please don't stop," Janet said shying and moaning sexily while moving her fanny on his hand, as he continued to finger her, while they kissed each other for some time.  Then he rolled on top of her, again making her gasp aloud as his thick cock penetrated her. She was still moaning loudly, with him shagging her when the tape ended.  Two fucking hours that tape lasted, two fucking hours how much longer was he with her before he left.   What the fuck was I going to do now, now I knew it was not Sid or Frank. I think I could have dealt with them, I had seen them in the toilets I could outgun them. It was his cock I could not measure up to and his staying power.  Even after watching all that they did, I still did not want to lose her, how could I win her back. I had nothing like he had to tempt her, I had thought my eight inches was enough to satisfy her.   Mary had always praised the way I shagged her, I was bigger than Duncan and Harvey she had said.  Donkey dick must have been at least ten maybe more, and he was thick too. I was at sixes and sevens with my thoughts, I really did love Janet, even though I was shagging about myself, I would be lost without her.  If I fronted her with this tape, I could drive her into his arms and lose her completely.   If they did love each other, then why was she still with me? In all their talking neither had declared, their love for each other. Maybe it was just sex, they wanted from each other?  Perhaps Janet was besotted, with the size of his dick but still loved me. I had to believe that I really had to, I had been shocked and dismayed at seeing them. Worst of all I had a raging hard-on, it had excited me seeing what they did and watching him shag her.   It was a good job I was busy all day, or perhaps I should not have been. My mind was on what I had seen, and not on what I was doing.  When I got home at five, the tape had been set off again, and I dreaded finding out who had trigged it off.  Was it just her, or had he returned to shag her again? I was beside myself trying to keep calm, as we sat to have dinner before I went out in the cab.   I was brooding over it, while I sat in the taxi waiting for fairs. As I thought over what I had seen them do, and what I had heard in that half-hour. I rewound that tape forward and back, to jump through the two hours they had been on the bed. I suddenly remember something that they said.  She had known I was delivering north of the city, how did she know. I didn't know where I was going myself until I actually picked up my load at the station.   Then I remembered a call I had from my controller, he had asked if I was in a position, to pick up and deliver a freezer in the Kelmscott area.  I had told him no because I was up at Hillarys, and had to go on to Joondalup. She must have radioed the controller, with the request for my taxi truck. As our radios were on different frequencies, I wouldn't hear her calling in, or hear the controller replying to her, to say that I was nowhere near.   Thus telling her it was safe, for her to bring her boyfriend home to shag her. Well, I had a plan to stop that from happening again, and I would be able to hear if she was booked off for a break.  There were spare cab frequency radios at the base if I could manage to get one I could set it up in my truck and listen in on the taxi radio traffic.  I'd be ready to intervene if I needed to. or get some information on where she was at any time.   The night controller was pleased to see me, as he needed to go to the toilet. He asked me to watch the telephones for him as he went. I put one of the small radios in my takings bag, while he was away. It most likely would not be missed for a while if at all, as there were quite a few there, just gathering dust under the countertop.   Thursday morning Justin supplied me, with just what I needed from his toolbox to make the two radios, work off the same aerial. He gave me a cable splitter, to connect the two sets to the one aerial.  He was suspicious of why I would need such a setup, just to listen to the radio traffic, coming from the taxies.  If I wasn’t listening for anything in particular, why would I want it? He knew Janet drove the taxi, and he kept pressing me, to admit there was more to it than I had admitted so far.   "Come on John something happen hasn't it, you're not telling me all of it are you. You've found out something, or my recorder has taped something, come on tell me." He was right and he knew it, he had been in the surveillance business far too long.  I was thinking I might be running out of tapes soon, I had the tape of them in my pocket.  If donkey dick had come back yesterday, the second one in the camera would have taped them. That would just leave the third one empty, to go into the camera.  That meant I had to give Justin this tape to copy onto a larger tape, so I would have spare tapes. God was that admitting, was I going to end up with hours and hours, of Janet and donkey dick fucking on tape.   "Your right Justin, I've caught Janet on tape having sex with this bloke, the tapes here and it’s bloody full. I really didn't want you to see it but I don't have a choice do I," I said holding up the tape, which he eagerly took from my hand.   "I'll do it tonight, so you can have this back in the morning, I've got some six-hour tapes I'll use, I can add more to it when you get more," he said putting the tape in his pocket, so even he thought there would be more tapes of them.   As Janet drove off, I loaded the Wednesday tape into the player; it was just a video of her. So I reloaded it in the camera and set it, then raced to the station for my load, and headed north again.  I had both radios on now, so I could hear what was going on with the taxies and the trucks. The taxi firm we worked for, which was black and white taxi has six taxi trucks.  City taxis had ten, and Swan taxis had eight, we all worked on the Avon cosmetic job, it was that big a thing. At about eleven our controller, called to see if one of us was in the Kelmscott or Armadale area. There was a job for a single pick up and drop off, no one responded to his call, so one of the other firm's trucks took the job.   "Where are you John or Sammy, any chance of covering this job, I've got the man on the phone, waiting for a time."   "I am too far away from the area to cover that," Sammy called back. I just said I had no chance of knowing when I'd be free, so the controller said ok. We heard no more of it, and I then wondered if it had been Janet, trying to find out where I was. To if it was safe for her and him, to sneak around to our place. Then my ears pricked up at eleven fifteen when I heard Janet's voice calling.   "Halo control car thirty-six going off for lunch, let you know when I'm back ok," she said, in her sweet voice.   "Ok thirty-six, booking you off eleven fifteen OK OUT," was the reply, and she repeated 'OK OUT'.   I suddenly realized, it was the same time she booked off, that Tuesday I saw the two other taxies on my drive and was the same time last Tuesday.  I suppose midday would be about right, for the time I had them on the tape. Anytime later than that, and they wouldn't have had the time, not to spend two hours shagging. It would be too close to the schools turning out.  No hang on, that first Tuesday I'd been there at twelve-thirty, so she only had an hour that day, and those two taxi's were still troubling me.   When I checked the log last night for this past Tuesday, Janet was the only one to book off at Eleven twenty. Sid and Frank should be out of the running, but who were those two cab drivers, this riddle was driving me crazy, I had to solve it somehow.   The cabs were defiantly Black and White cabs, but I did not recognize donkey dick as a taxi driver, so he could not have been driving one of those cabs. I kept coming up with the same problem of two cabs, if donkey dick was not there, who the bloody hell were they. Were they shagging Janet, because she had defiantly lied about her being on her own? If it had been just an innocent cup of coffee with friends, she would have said.  Bloody hell, this is driving me fucking mad, I am just going around in circles.   I'm not getting the jobs done fast enough, put it behind you for the moment see what the tape shows you tomorrow. God, now I'm telling myself what to do next, out aloud.  I managed to get another half a load and was home at five, I got the quick welcoming kiss as I always got, and the bedroom was as tidy as ever.  The camera had indeed triggered, but I would have an agonizing wait until the morning, to find out if Janet did book off, to meet donkey dick or not.  I never did hear her book back on, but I could have been out of the truck when she did.   Justin didn't really help my mood when he got into my taxi in the morning, with the small camera tape, and the full-sized one he had copied it to.   "Fuck John your wife's a fucking cracker; I can see why you don't want to lose her. Now I did warn you, I had to make a copy of the tape for myself; I'll be watching it again tonight, have you found out anything else?"  Fucking thank you, Justin, just what I fucking needed, you telling me you were going to spend tonight, wanking over my Janet again, while you watch her being fucked by donkey dick.   "No Justin not yet can I pop around tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning if something comes up?" I asked as we approached the airport, not knowing what I was going to find when I got home.   "Yes, of course, John I don't work Saturdays, I'm not sure about tonight, my sister might pop around, she douses sometimes on a Friday. Tomorrow after ten would be the best time John."   I went about the rest of my runs, two pilots to Jandakot airport, four Alcoa workers to the foundry at Kwinana. There were four women to the egg packing plant in Armadale, then Susan the Kelmscott cafe owner, to her cafe on the shopping precinct. I had to drop off the pile of newspapers; I had picked up at Jandakot to the newsagents in Westfield.  I was home at eight for breakfast, watching my boys get ready for school. Wondering how I'd cope if Janet did decide to leave me, then watched her drive away. I got the carrier tape out of the truck, and I gingerly pushed the Thursday tape into the player, and my worst fears came true.   He was back, carrying her into the bedroom over his shoulder, as she was giggling happily, as she wiggled, with his free hand up her skirt out of sight feeling her.  He sat her on the bed and stood in front of her, as she wrestled with his belt and fly zip, before pulling down his pants and trousers in one go.  Going down on her knees, as she lowered them, she sucked his knob to hardness while rubbing his shaft and playing with his balls.   "Good girl now you know what you have to do, practice makes perfect so now swallow it." He said as she held a very rigid dick in her hands, she took his knob end out of her mouth and asked.   "Do I have to Alex, I'd like to suck it for a while it's getting juicy?" she begged, moving her hands along his shaft.   "No, you do as you're told if you want me to fuck you, you have to obey me. Now get my cock down your neck," he said, pulling her mouth back onto his cock.  She didn't protest and put her hands behind her, as he had told her. I watched his cock disappearing, as she moved her head forward. She gagged when his knob end hit the back of her mouth, but she pressed on a little more. I saw her throat bulge as his knob end entered it, and she gagged again.  She tried to back off him, but he had his hands there again, and the bulge in her neck grows longer, as he pushed his hips forward.   "Bastard!" Janet sputtered when he released her, after pushing his cock down her neck and holding her struggling for breath, with her nose touching his belly.  She had taken almost all of his cock, into her mouth and half of it down her throat. She had tears in her eyes, but she smiled when he kissed her and said.   "See I told you, you could do it, Janet, I'll be fucking your throat soon, now I'll eat your pussy seeing you've eaten my cock."   She was smiling as he helped her off with the rest of her clothing and opened her legs when he pushed her onto her back on the bed, with her bum on the edge of it.  I'm sure he made her climaxed twice, as he chewed on her clitoris. She squirmed and made enough gasping noises, each time she vibrated and jerked her fanny onto his mouth. She had her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him onto her.  Then she squealed as he flipped her over, leaving her legs dangling off the bed, and parting her buttocks very wide, he kissed her arse.   "Oh now that is a pretty sight, that really should be fuck Janet," he said kissing there again. Holding her buttocks wider, he rubbed his big cock between them. As he pushed her down onto the bed, she turned her head saying.   "Oh no Alex you promised not to do it again, you’re far too big and it hurts," she said looking over her shoulder at him, then again said.   "Oh no, please don't," as he again rubbed his cock between her buttocks, while smiling at her, as she was begging him not to use her arsehole.   "Just teasing Janet, just teasing," he said and she gave a long gasp, as he pressed his cock deep into her virginal passage.  She gave rhythmic grunts and groans, as he humped her with long hard strokes.  Then he flipped her again and mounted her missionary style, making her moan and cum again, as he shagged her hard and fast.  I went cold when he moved up her body, so she could finish him off.  Then like in the first tape, they lay fondling each other, with his hand between her legs fingering her to keep her hot, as she played with his soft cock.   "I've got to go over to London again in two months time, we're opening up some new well in the great sandy. I've got to get recruitment going to staff the new wells, and there are logistics to sort out.  Can you get away again Janet; we could spend another week in that hotel in Piccadilly."   What the fucking hell, did I hear that right, he wants to spend another week in London with her. She went to see her mum didn't she, her mum was ill wasn't she, I never thought of ringing them to find out.  Janet had had letters I never did read, saying her mum was ill I just believed her. Fuck I paid for her flight, so he could fuck her silly for a week.   "Love to but I can't Alex it's too soon, he thinks mum made a full recovery. I can't say she's had a relapse, not when I told him the doctors gave her a clean bill of health.  It's only for a week isn't it, you will be able to see me before you go and after you come back. I haven't had a night out with the girls, not since that last night we had at the Holiday Inn.  I'm sure someone will be having a birthday, about the time you come back,"   Janet said, gasping and a little breathless as he working her up to another climax. He was moving his fingers faster in her fanny, which I could see by looking at her cunt between her spread legs. Then he stopped as she was on the edge of coming, and just keep her gasping and desperately wanting release, from the orgasm building inside her.  He gently stroked her inflamed clit and fanny lips, until the orgasm had subsided.  Then he fingered her back to that very point again, only to leave her teetering on the edge once more.   "Oh please make me come!" she begged her eyes glazing over, and her face going a deep red.  She was gasping for air, and I thought she was going to pass out as her head rolled about, as she again begged him to make her ejaculate.  He ignored her and slowly moved his fingers in her soaking wet fanny until she slowly calmed down a bit before he said.   "Have you got a banana Janet, I really do fancy one right now?" he said removing his fingers and sucking them with a slurping sound.  She smiled happily and nodded, quickly slipping off the bed, to run from the bedroom, In less than a minute she was back climbing onto the bed, handing him the yellow fruit. Then she watched him peel it slowly, as she lay back on the bed with her head on the pillows, her knees bent up and legs wide open.   She didn't bite down on it when he offered her the peeled fruit. She only put her lips around it, and he moved it in and out of her mouth. Then she shied as he put it between her legs, and pushed it into her virginal passage. She lay panting as his fingers rubbed her very sensitive clitoris, then gasped as he started fucking her with the soggy banana.   He was bringing her back to the edge of ecstasy again, from the look on her face, and the sounds she was making, this was going to be a massive orgasm. I could see straight between her legs, and saw her fanny flood when her juices overflowed.  Her face reddened and contorted, as she cried out in anguish many times, as her hips jerked. While he moved the fruit repeatedly in and out, she said words she had never said to me.   "Oh fuck, oh fuck-fuck-fuck yes, oh fucking god yes Ohh-Arrrr! Oooh-myyy, O fucking Jesus," he pulled the dripping sodden banana from her and offering it again to her.  This time still gasping she bit an inch or so from it, and nosily eat it down as her hips still jerked. Then she gave a gasping cry, as he slipped the banana back into her cunt.  Only to gasp growl and heavily pant, as he put his head between her legs, to noisily eat, the rest of the sodden banana out of her ripe pussy.   "Oh god o fuck yes o my fucking god, o fucking yes o ARRR!" she schemed again and jerking violently, her fingers tangled in his hair to pull his head onto her.  When he lifted his head and moved up her body. He made her whimper and moan contently, as he fucked her now with his big rigid cock.  She was still being shagged nosily when the tape ended. For the last hour of it, he had never left her cunt alone. He had her purring like a contented kitten continually, for the whole time I had watched, and she had loved everything he had done to her.  I couldn't believe it, was this my sweet sex shy, Janet. How had he turned her, into the wonton sex-hungry harlot? she now seemed to be, and how she had enjoyed him using her.   Even when he had threatened to invade her arse, she had only begged him not to. She hadn't physically tried to stop him or move out of his grasp. From the way she had looked at him, she was expecting him to enter her there. Her saying it's too big and it hurts, meaning he must have fucked her arse before. Where had she met this bastard, and how long has this bastard been fucking her. Janet had been back, from England for six months, he must have been shagging her long before she went.  Did Annette know about them, she was always home, she might have seen him there. She had no guilt about letting me fuck her, could Janet have known and allowed it, so Annette would keep Janet's secret from me. Annette had kept the secret of Robert fucking Janet from me, until a few months before she left. All I could think was Janet and donkey dick was shagging for at least seven months.   How was I going to put a stop to this affair, I had to find a way to ending it, and keep her for myself, if I did it wrong she could still go off with him. I had to find a way of crippling him in a way that left him unable to perform sexually and therefore less attractive to Janet.  If sex was all there was between them, the loss of his balls might just be the thing to achieve that.   Chapter 5 I think I might just have the right tools to achieve that, before I bought the taxi, I worked at an engineering firm. Andy one of my workmates there had an unusual hobby, on some weekends he would go bush with his wife. He pulled a caravan hundreds of miles into the outback and spending the weekend shooting dingoes. The bounty on their face pelts, that was from their nose up to and including the two ears and eye sockets, was worth money.   He had two good telescopic-sighted rifles, which were two-point two calibre. One of which he loaned to me when we went with them, and it was a fine experience for my whole family.  He also had an old high-powered air rifle, which was also telescopic-sighted. Only the barrel of it was damaged, when he had tripped and fallen over.  He offered it to me, to see if I wanted to get it repaired. It would be tricky to straighten the barrel, but I remembered my old toolbox, so I accepted it and took it home.   My old Navy toolbox had been an old world war two ammunition box, it held many tools, for working on all sizes of navy guns. I had kept it as mementoes of my Navy days and I remembered that I had two rifles barrels in the bottom of it.  They were old three-o-three calibre barrels, but with a little engineering did replace the bent two-o-two one.   The bore was bigger than the point two-barrel, so the normal lead slugs were of no use. I had found that the solid plastic beads, used on fishing lines were the ideal size. With the new heaver gage spring, I had installed, it made the weapon much more powerful.  I could smash a beer bottle, at two hundred and fifty paces. A headshot on a dingo would kill it outright, and because it was an air rifle, it wasn't registered as a firearm. There was no record of who owned it, one good shot on the right target should see his shagging days over.   All I had to do now, was find the bustard and blow his fucking balls off him. I hadn't the foggiest idea, how I was going to do that.  It had been four weeks of taping every day before I got him on tape. Was I going to have to keep taping them, and let him shag her before I could maybe follow him and plan my attack?  There was no another way, of finding out where he lived, how many times would they fuck, before I could track him down?   I was late out now and had the controller calling me, because he had taken jobs for me, and they were piling up.  It slackened off at three, and I was up in the hills and pulling into an old gravel pit in a very quiet spot.  I got the rifle down from its hiding place, then tried a few target shots and found the sights were perfect. I had hit every target I put up, now all I needed was get that bustard into my sights, and have one perfect shot.  I hid the rifle back in its hiding place, and booking off drove home, Janet and the boys would be home now, so I wouldn't be able to check the recorder, that would have to wait until Monday, as I won't reload it until then.   I was feeling reluctant, to let Justin have this last tape. I was back on the road with the taxi at six, doing the normal run of the mill jobs. One job found me on Justin's road at eight, just a few doors down from his.  As I pulled up outside, there was only his car on the drive, maybe his sister hadn't come tonight after all. I walked onto his veranda, meaning to knock on his door, but passing a window I saw a gap in the curtains.   Looking through the gap into his living room, I saw him sitting with a lady on a settee. Her blouse was open, and he was playing with her breast. She had his cock in her hand, tossing it as they intently watched something on the telly.  I suddenly thought they could be looking at the tape, of Janet and donkey dick. He had said he had copied one for himself and as I looked, Justin pulled her head down and over, so she ended up with her head in his lap and was sucking his cock.   Could this be his sister, I know I wanted Rita to do that to me.  The situation reminded me, of when I used to spy on Rita and Simon. Justin and his sister were doing the same, as Rita and Simon did, that is if it was his sister.  As the girl had leaned over, she opened her legs, to allow Justin to finger her pussy as he played with her tit.  I didn't know how long they had been watching, or how long she had played with his cock. As I watched his hips jerked, and she was obviously getting a mouth full, by the way, she was swallowing.   I left them to it and went back to work; I would come back in the morning and have a word with Justin before handing over the tape.  I hardly slept all night thinking of them, on this very bed shagging. I must have run through hundreds of scenarios, of how I was going to get him.  Saturday morning I had to remove my rifle from its hiding place in the truck, just in case, Tony happened upon it while he was out in it.  Nine-thirty I was knocking on Justin's door, and he welcomed me in.   "Tea or coffee, how about a toasted muffin," he asked. I sat at the kitchen table, while he made the tea, placing the small tape with the big one in front of me.  He saw them as he turned, and looking at me saying, "another one John when did that tape?" he asked, handing me my tea and muffin.   "Thursday Justin didn't see it until Friday morning, wanted to see you last night, but you said your sister might be around here.  I've got to get this basted Justin I just have to, but I don't see he's been until the next day. How many times will he come, before I can work out where to intercept him."  Justin looked at me, and I could see he was thinking.   "You've had two days of recording tape's this week right, Tuesday and Thursday, there was nothing for four weeks before that right."  I nodded but said nothing.   "So if you get nothing for another four weeks, and he turns up on the fifth he's on a monthly roster. We won't be sure of that until he turns up again with your wife.  It's a start John, and if I'm right he got to work away in the bush at some mine or other, could even be a cattle or sheep station.  I hate to say how many tapes you're going to have to use before you can pin him down John and plan your next move.  All I can say is you're have to keep taping her, that is unless you want to confront her now. If you do show her the tapes, I wouldn't like to say what she'll do."  He was right it would take time to work out his work pattern.   That could take several months, and quite a few tapes if he was right about him being on a monthly roster.  Three months would mean six two-hour tapes I'd have to painfully watch, as he gave her orgasm after fucking orgasm, with that big cock of his stretching her pussy.  It was either that or risk her leaving me for him if I showed her the tape, no, he had to go. Somehow, I had to endure watching them until I could neutralize him, and gelding him was my best option.   "I'll have this tape ready for you on Monday morning John!" He said as we went to leave, as he opened the door I saw a photo on the wall, of the woman he was with last night.   "That your girlfriend Justin?" I asked, and he smiled.   "No that's my sister Melanie John, good looking isn't she, I love her to bits!" he said putting his fingers to his lips, then transferring the kiss to the photo.   Yes, I saw you loving her last night mate, I thought as I stepped off his veranda, just as a car pulled up outside. Melanie got out of the passenger side, as an older man got out of the driver's door.  She smiled at me, as he opened the gate for her.   "John this is my sister Melanie, and her husband Malcolm! Melanie this is my friend John, takes me to the airport every morning." Justin said as I shook both their hands, and I looked at the aged Malcolm he was at least twenty years older than Melanie. The car he was driving plus her expensive clothes, said he had money.   "Pleased to meet you, John, that your taxi out there.  I'll have your card please, I might have need of a ferrying service soon.  Oh good, you have a taxi truck as well, we most certainly will be having words, my friend."  He said looking at the card I had given him, then turning to Justin he said.   "I hope we're not interrupting anything Justin, but I've just bought a new warehouse. I need you to look at it, and build me a security system for it inside and out."   This was my cue to disappear, and just nodded to Justin and went to my car, and back to the business, of making some needed money.  With all this turmoil of Janet affair, I wasn't earning the money I should be. I was wasting time with things like scanning the tapes to see if he was shagging Janet again. Or running off my route, to spy on my house, to see if they were there so I might follow him, to see where he lived.  I was all consumed with the need to find him, and the need to stop his affair with my wife.   Monday morning Justin had the tapes ready for me but didn't say much at all about them. He readily talked about his sister though, and her doting husband. Who was a millionaire, and had met her in the hotel she had been working in? He had wanted to take her to bed, but he had to marry her first. Justin laughed and shook his head.   "He had to buy her a wedding ring before he could bed her. They have been married for five years, and he still has to buy her expensive things. " He said smiling, then he laughed again, but he didn't say why he was laughing. Perhaps he was thinking of Friday night when he was having sex with Melanie, while they were watching the telly, and maybe my Janet.   I dropped him off and got on with the rest of my jobs.  When Janet took over at eight, I set up the camera again. Tuesday morning there was nothing, only Janet changing out of her work clothes then drying her naked body, after having a shower.  Wednesday morning, Justin gave me a document folder saying.   "We've got him John, even his shoe size, his name is Alexander Drakos twenty-five years old Australian citizen, born the twenty-third march nineteen fifty-two.  The only son of Greek immigrants, Christos and Sofia Drakos, works for British Petroleum as production manager on the Gibson desert oil site, lives when he is in Perth with his mother and father."   "At one hundred and six red lake drive, phone number Westfield central one nine seven three nine two. He works four weeks away with one week at home, fly's in on a Sunday's at four pm, fly's out on Sunday's at six am out of Jandicot airport, on the company's plane.  He returned to the oil fields Sunday, is expected to return to Perth in four Sunday's time unless there is a change in his itinerary, which we can not predict."   Justin reeled off the facts, as I thumbed through the sheets of paper. I was amazed at what he had found out, in so short a time.  I put the folder in my door pocket and pulled away from his house, we had plenty of time to get to the airport, but I had to get him there.    "How did you get all that info Justin, when we didn't know who he was?" I asked as we got onto the highway.   "Your wife told me who he was, and he told me who he worked for. I was an intelligence officer remember, with Australian special forces. Now I work for a security firm, that has accesses to lots of data.  She called him Alex, he said he had to go to the head office in London to sort out staffing, for new wells in the Great Sandy Desert.     Well, BP's head office is in London and just been awarded four new oil licenses, in the Great Sandy Desert.  Putting Alex into the database for BP employees came up with four in Australia. Two are in the Eastern states, one works at the oil refinery at Kwinana; he lives in Rockingham so he can't be our man. That just left Alex Drakos as the only candidate living local, and his ID photo show's it's him, no doubt about it he's your man John."   "Now I've got you this info because we are friends, what you do with it I don't want to know, destroy that document when you've thoroughly read it.  I've covered my tracks, and there's no other copy. Now I said I don't want to know what you plan to do, so don't tell me, and I hope you get away with it.  You have four weeks to perfect a plan, make sure you check out every angle. Don't expect me to visit you in prison if you don't get it right John!" he said as we pulled up at the departure gate, and smiling he got out.   I had a pickup in Westfield, only red lake drive was really off my route, but I did swing around there just to check out the address. I found it was opposite some waste ground, beside the shopping centre.  These old houses were built on an acre of land, and this road was one of the first in Westfield. It had many old trees lining the road and on most of the properties, I'll come in the taxi truck later today, and find the best place to park my truck.     Now the first thing I had to do when I got home, was to hide the document away in the truck. Then when Janet went out in the taxi, I would see to the recorder. With what Justin had said, about him not returning for another month. I wondered if I should bother with it, until nearer the time. It would save me hanging about, waiting for Janet to go before I could check the tape out.  Then as I was about to reset it, I checked it out just in case, and I got a big fucking shock when the tape started playing.   Chapter 6 "I'm not bloody happy about this Frank, why isn't Sid with you, this isn't what I fucking agreed to," Janet was saying as the door opened, and she stormed into the bedroom followed by Frank Jennings, and she was hopping mad as she was arguing with him.   "Sid's not happy with our arrangement either Janet, he is insisting he wants to shag you on his own from now on. He doesn't want me around watching him fuck you, for the hour you agreed to. Myself I like it the way it is, I get to fuck your mouth while he is fucking you, but Sid wants you all to himself." Frank said starting to undo his clothing, looking at a very angry Janet, lifting her skirt, and pulling her panties off.   "Just drop your pants, Frank, there's no need to undress, you won't be staying here that long. You are only getting a quickie from now on; it's that or nothing Frank. I agreed to your demands for an hour of sex with both of you once a month at the start. On a promise, you would keep quiet about what you saw. We all agreed that was for both of you, to fuck me at the same time.  The bargain was for the two of you, to fuck me in this bedroom for one hour. I'm not letting you change it, to an hour of sex alone for each of you" Janet said flicking her skirt up at the back, to sit on the edge of the bed and stare at him with a diffident look.   "That won't wash Janet, Sid won't like your attitude one little bit. You made the big mistake of being caught by me with your knickers down, when I took those photos of you, at the old Roleystone quarry.  Those photos of you being shagged by your boyfriend, are pretty revealing. All ten of them are clear, and the two close-ups of you sucking him off are excellent. It was lucky for me, I was up in the hills at the right time, when you and lover boy, decided to have sex in the open air."  Frank said smiling, rolling on a condom, "I've got them in the cab Janet, would you like to look at them again?" Janet looked mad and glared at him.   "O fucking shut up and get on with it Frank, I've better things to do than listening to you, are you going to fuck me or not?" she yelled at him.   Janet laid back pulling up her skirt and opened her legs to expose herself, so he could get between them to enter her. He started shagging her very slowly, with long hard thrusts of his hips, that loudly slapped ageist her buttocks.  It made her slightly move back and forth, across the bed, as he thudded into her, making her buttocks wobble.  She was laying down on the bed, sideways on to my line of sight. Her head tilted towards me, her eyes now closed biting her lower lip, as her tits rose and fell with her heavy breathing.  He had been shagging her for a full ten minutes when she moaned stiffened and shuddered.   "You might not be happy, about our arrangement Janet, but you like us fucking you bitch." He said putting his hand down on her clit, and making her jerk and cry out again, as he intensified her orgasm, by rubbing fast on her sensitive bud.   "Will you fucking shut up, and fuck me you bastard!" she said lifting her head, and glaring wide-eyed at him, her voice breathless and her face flushed.   He was holding her legs up and open, so he could get deep inside her. It took him another ten minutes of hard fucking before he rammed into her hard, holding himself deep inside her, his hips jerking as he emptied his balls into the condom.   Seconds before he had come, I had watched Janet having another orgasm, that was intensified, when he rammed into her hard as his cock exploded. It left her gasping and vibrating, with his cock jerking and throbbing inside her, then when he pulled out of her, she lay red-faced panting and gasping.  Her skirt folded up her body and her legs open, her exposed genitals open to his gaze.  He pulled off the condom, then putting his hand between her legs, she whimpered jerked and moaned, as he fingered her sensitive fanny.   "Tell me you didn't enjoy that Janet, next time I could be here for the full hour. I won't force myself on you today, but I'll be telling Sid of your objections.  I am sure he will convince you, that changing our arrangement is in your best interest”. Frank said as she jerked again to another orgasm, but Frank was not finished with her yet. He continued to finger her, as she cursed him.   “That’s enough Frank, you’ve fucked me now go away.” He held her tit in his fist to hold her down, as she tried to wiggle away from him. “No Frank no please stop you’re making me sour” she pleaded, then she jerked with another orgasm when he didn’t stop.   "Now don't bother getting up Janet I can see myself out, but I will be back you can count on that. I'll let Sid know you were disappointed he didn't come with me, as you want the both of us to fuck you." Frank said smiling and giving Janet another long hard fast fingering, making her whimper again, before he pulled on his pants and left the bedroom, leaving her laying flat on the bed looking exhorted.     He had been there for forty minutes, he had fucked her for a total of twenty minutes, then he had fingered her to two orgasm's after he had fucked her, and she hadn't really complained at all. She hadn't said 'NO' to him outright I was sure she was enjoying it the whole time, she certainly had the climaxes to prove it.   As he disappeared, her hand went to her breast toying with her nipple, as her other hand went between her legs. She lay panting and gasping, playing with herself until she gave herself another orgasm, which he must have already started inside her.  Then she lay for some time just staring up at the ceiling, her skirt still up and legs open, before she finally left.   I put an empty tape in the recorder, but I had already decided Justin was not getting this one of Janet and Frank. He had seen enough of Janet being shagged I would keep this one to myself, for now, I could record over it to erase it when I thought it the right time.  I didn't want him to know, that donkey dick wasn't the only bastard shagging her.  I had a bigger problem now, as my first suspicions had been right, four weeks ago I had seen three taxies on my drive. I had been right in working out that the two were Frank's and Sid's.   Frank had secretly photographed, Janet and donkey dick having sex. Now they were blackmailing Janet, into giving them both sex.  I could imagine what happened, I bet Frank showed Sid the photos, then Sid decided to blackmail Janet. It was the sought of thing he would do, being the bully he was. It would give him great pleaser seeing her squirm, even without the pleaser of having her submit to him sexually.   I wondered if she responded to Sid, as she had with Frank's lovemaking. When they had first come through the door, she had been very angry with him. However, as soon as he had started stripping her off to shag her, her anger turned to lust as he gave her pleaser.     There was also that statement she made, about her living up to their agreement, to take them both into our bedroom at once. Had she spent an hour with the two of them fucking her, at the same time that day I saw the three taxis?   Chapter 7 I was late making my regular Wednesday call on Mary because, at ten, a job came up that took me two hours to do and took me all the way down to Mandurah to unload a full load of freezes and washing machines in a shop down there.  I was still angry about the tape of Frank and Janet I had seen, and Mary was getting all my anger while I was shagging her, and between her grunts and grones, she said.   "God John your angry today, you haven't fucked me this hard before not that I'm complaining, I like you being forceful it really turns me on," she said just as I was just about coming up with ejaculation, so I pulled out making her shy and said.   "Finish me off with your mouth then, you randy bitch!" pulling her head down by her hair, and she obeyed greedily gobbling me, and swallowing as I pumped cum into her mouth.   "God I liked that, can you be angry again next Wednesday John," she said kissing my knob end, as she pulled the foreskin back on my softening cock, to lick any residue off.   "You going to tell me why you're mad, has Janet done something to upset you?" Mary asked licking around the ridge of my knob, not knowing how close to the truth she was.  It was just past three, her girls would be home just after four, the bus would drop them outside the gate, at four fifteen.   "Yes she has Mary she doesn't know it yet, but I've caught her having sex with someone in our bed." Mary looked shocked, at my revelation and cuddled up to me.   "Why doesn't she know John, if you caught her in bed with someone?" she asked with a puzzled look, as she tried to work out how I could know, without Janet knowing I knew.   "I've got a tape recording, of her on the bed with him, and he gave her one hell of a time. I'm not sure what to do about it yet, but you mustn't breathe a word about it to anyone Mary!" I said holding her by the shoulders, and looking into her eyes.   "Not a word John," she promised her eyes wide looking at me and kissing my knob, before sucking my shrunken member then after a short pause, she took my cock from her mouth and asked.   "Will you show the tape to me, John, Harvey showed us a blue movie once? It turned us all on, and Duncan shagged me while Harvey was shagging Alison, in the same room, as we watched the film. I liked to see someone being shagged," Mary, said trying to revive my limp dick, by rubbing it between her tits looking up at me.   "Will you, John please show it to me, John; I'm getting excited just thinking about it." She finished off by kissing my knob end, and then sucked it into her mouth.  Well, Justin has seen it, and I'm sure he showed it to her sister, I might as well let Mary see it, and get some pleaser out of her.  If it turns her on that much just thinking about it, I might come around some night, when her girls are in bed and take her into the big shed for a fuck.  She had told me, Harvey had dragged her in there on several occasions since they had been there, mostly when he had come around at night.   Harvey had shagged her in that shed, one Saturday afternoon when they were having a bar-b-q, and Duncan had needed some more charcoal.  Harvey said he would fetch it, as Duncan was busy doing the cooking; Mary had to get the keys, to let him in and lock up again.  She went to show Harvey where the charcoal was, but he grabbed her, then bending her over the workbench, he pulled down her panties and shagged her.  It excited her because she was looking out of the window, at Duncan and Alison not far away. The fact that it was dangerous, being so close to them excited her.  Well, I decided to see how randy she got when she saw Janet with donkey dick.   I had pulled my truck, alongside the side of the house, by the French doors, which lead into the living room. With them open, and the fly screens shut, I could listen to my radio.  I popped through the fly screens and opened my passenger door, pulled the tape from its hiding place then returned to a giggling Mary because I was still naked.  As I got the tape ready to play, Mary poured us a drink then curled up beside me on the settee, one hand holding my cock as she sipped her drink.  Then she watched intently, as they entered the bedroom, with him playing with her tits, then she gasped as he put his hand between Janet's legs. Then moaned as she watched him fingering Janet's pussy, while she started pulling on my dick.   "Bloody hell John," Mary exclaimed when Janet released his big cock. I could hear her licking her lips as Janet sucked on his knob end, then she got very excited when Janet gagged on his cock, and he made her try to swallow him again.  My fingers got coved with Mary's honeydew when he started lapping at Janet's fanny. I moved Mary off the settee and made her kneel on all fours on the coffee table.  She was looking at the telly with her butt towards me, and I had three fingers in Mary's sloppy cunt, as she watched his big dick shagging Janet. I was making her whimper and loudly moan, as I rammed them into her fast and deep, making her fanny juice drip from her, onto the glass top to form a puddle.                                                    I got my mouth on her hot cunt, just as she climaxed, getting a mouthful of her very tasty cum. Then I rammed my now hard cock into her, fucking her hard and fast, as Janet and donkey dick was climaxing on the bed. Mary cried out and her frontend collapsed when her massive orgasm hit her.   It was triggered when my cock exploded deep inside her vagina, filling her inner virginal passage, with hot spunk because I hadn't a condom on.  When I withdrew my cock, she slowly sank onto the coffee table, panting wide-eyed and red-faced, totally enjoying the feeling that orgasm had given her.  Mary looked just like Janet had when they had finished with her.  Mary had told me it was the excitement, of doing something sexy and dangerous, with someone other than Duncan. That was what gave her the biggest thrill when having sex with Harvey. She had her biggest orgasm's when Harvey had shagged her, only feet from where Duncan and Alison were on that Saturday in the big shed.   I suppose watching Janet with me, while she was having her dangerous liaison with donkey dick. I think Janet was getting that same thrill from having sex with them, as it gave Mary.  I pulled the tape out, as we had watched almost an hour of it, and Janet and he were just lying relaxing, fondling each other when I turned it off.   "I'm sorry John but I liked that, will you show me it another time, maybe next Wednesday, when you come again," Mary asked still sitting naked crossed-legged on the coffee table, and was still highly aroused. She was playing with her pussy, as she watched me get dressed, and then she gasped, putting her hand to her mouth when I told her.   "That's not all of it Mary, there are more than three hours left on the tape, it was taken over two days, I got two hours taping on each day." Mary squeezed her legs together, and let out a sexy type of gasp.   "Oh my god is there, can you leave the tape here so I can look at it, John?" she asked, getting that look of lust on her face.   "No Mary if Duncan did find it, how are you going to explain having the tape? He would defiantly want to play it, just to see what was on it. When he saw it was of Janet having sex, where would you say you got it?  No, I'll show you some more next Wednesday if I'm not in prison for murder." She was still naked when I kissed her at the door.   "I'll see you next week Wednesday then, all being well Mary," I said bending to kiss her again, as she put her arms around my neck she asked. "Try to come earlier next Wednesday please John, so we can see more of the tape!"   I was at home by four, watching the boys playing in the pool for a few moments. Before going inside where I found Janet in the kitchen, getting the food ready for dinner. She was in her house clothing, so the camera would have triggered when she had changed. I couldn't look at it now anyway, it would have to wait until morning.   I went for a quick shower and was standing in the bedroom naked afterwards, getting clean clothing; when Janet came in with a pile of clean washing.  She giggled as I went to grab her. It had been a while since we had messed about, and she seemed quite willing to play. As she ran away from me around the bed, and laughing while looking at my dick swinging, as I chased her.   From our back window, you could see the swimming pool and the boy playing in it, Janet had a quick lookout and then allowed me to pull her onto the bed.  Grabbing my dick as I knelt beside her, pushing up her blouse, I grabbed a handful of her breast. Then I pushed my other hand up her skirt to feel her hot fanny through her panties, as she held my dick.  She stared up at me a little shocked when I pulled her panties roughly from of her, and started fingering her pussy with two fingers, she got very wet quickly then wetter with three.   I had always played with her tits, before feeling her pussy prior to having sex. We had never tried oral I never thought she would do it, that is why I was so shocked when she sucked his dick.  I had been married for nine years, the last five of them here in Australia, we never indulged in what Janet would call dirty sex. I had never fingered her to an orgasm, she knew people did it, and would cringe at the thought of it.  The workmate I had gone hunting with, had turned out to be a free love swinger type, the time we both went with them, Janet got quite red with embarrassment.   We were sat around the campfire while camping in the bush, and we had quite a few beers when Sandra and Andy's talk turned to the art of sex. How to achieve the best position to get full penetration, how many orgasms should a woman have? Before she actually had the penetration of the penis, was one of Andy's passionate subjects.  Later Janet was appalled, at the sound's Sandra made, when they had sex in the bed that night. We heard every sound, because we were all sleeping in the caravan, with just a thin wall between us. The boys were sleeping in their pioneer scout tent, ten feet from the caravan.   Andy and I went hunting a mouth later on our own, and I almost fell out with him, when he told me he fancied Janet. He said Sandra wouldn't mind me shagging her, it was then he told me, they were members of the Australian swingers club.   They regularly went to parties all over Australia, where you had to shag someone else's partner. They did not allow you to just shag, the partner you came with.  He said he could get us an invitation to join the club. We would have to go and have an intermit interview with the founding committee, which was the three cupules who started the club.   It was just to see if the two of us would be acceptable, and we had to be willing to accept the rules of the club. As part of the interview, Janet had to shag with the three men, as I watched. Then she had to watch me shag one of the women, as all three women were on the bed playing with us.  I told him bluntly, NO, neither Janet or I wanted anything to do with that.  Little did I know what my wife really did want, seeing what I had seen her doing on those tapes.   The way she had enjoyed doing what she did and had enjoyed them doing that to her. Was far from what she had been, or what I thought she had been.  I had courted Janet for two years, while I was in the Navy before we married. We had kissed and fondled intimately, and I had worked her sexually up on occasions.  Only she never got worked up enough to have sex, she was an old fashion girl. We had to be married to do that sort of thing, I could feel her fanny and tits but not look. When we were married, I did not see her naked for mouths.   She would go into the bathroom, to put on her nightdress. Then once in bed, I could lift it, to feel her body and have sex.  Only I could not pull the bedding down, to look at her body let alone her fanny.  When she was having our first boy, she came home from the doctors red-faced. She was embarrassed because a man had sat between her open legs, looking at and feeling her fanny and he was her doctor.   She had got embarrassed because she felt funny as he looked at her pussy. When he told her it would help with the berth, to have as much sex as possible.  I had to agree with him on that point, up until then sex was allowed, but only in bed at night, with the light off.  We kissed and cuddled and got randy in the living room, but could only have sex in bed. Her shyness of being naked around me had finally been overcome, although she still wouldn't open her legs, for me to see what was between them.   That changed the night she came back from the doctors, we were on the settee kissing and cuddling. I had got her hot and sexy, with her blouse open and her tits exposed, French kissing her, as I was pulling and tweaking her nipples.  The other hand was up under her skirt and inside her knickers, stroking her damp pussy lips when I asked.   "What was it like, having the doctor looking at your vagina Janet, did he put his fingers in you, to open it up to look inside?" I said slipping a finger into her, she vibrated as I tickled the inside of her love tunnel.   "Oh my god it was embarrassing John, I had to be naked from the waist down, and sit in the examination chair. The Nurse put my legs into stirrups, that held my legs open, then she covered me with a towel.  This young doctor came in and sat on an office chair, then wheeled it between my legs. Then when he pulled the towel off my lap I felt myself getting hot, as he looked at me."   "I got hotter when he opened my vagina, by pulling apart my outer lips. I felt myself getting wet, o god, he looked up at my face smiling when he put a finger into me.  He smiled again because I was getting even wetter, I'm sure he had his fingers in me, much longer than he should have. I was glad the Nurse was there, he might have done something else to me if she wasn't there watching," Janet said panting heavily, as I moved my fingers inside her.   "What are you doing John?" she asked when I got off the settee and bent down and put my hands up her skirt. As I pulled her knickers down and off, then lifting her skirt out of the way. I put my hands on her knees and she resisted a little, as I went to open them.   "I want to see what the doctor saw, just pretend I'm your doctor checking out your pregnant pussy darling," I said and her legs slowly relaxed, and I opened them as wide as they would go.  She was getting red in the face and had started to panting, and took a quick intake of breath when my fingers took hold of her fanny lips and pulled them apart.   O my god it looked lovely, this was the very first time I had seen her cunt hole. I had seen her slit when she had been naked, but this was the very first time I had seen the inside of it.  Hers was the only fanny I had ever seen, other than the ones in men's magazines, and hers was close up and very touchable.  Bloody hell my dick was rampant, and she moaned and whimpered, as I felt around each layer of skin, that made up her fanny.   Rubbing her little button above her cunt hole, made her vibrate and moan louder. Putting my fingers into her, and moving them fast, made her grip the settee arms. She jerked as rubbing her clit as I fingered her fast, made her fanny get even wetter.  Then she stared at me questionably, as I put my hands under her bum. Lifting her to the edge of the settee, I pushed my cock into her. I shagged her hard for a long time, making her gasped and pant heavily.   It was something new for both of us, we had never shagged outside of the bed before, and it wasn't the last time we did it, away from the bedroom.  I played being the doctor, many times after that as well, yes back then she was my innocent Janet. Nothing like the Janet that lay beneath me now, this Janet I had seen being pleasured by two men, both had made her climax by fingering her.   Well now I had three fingers in her, and I was going to make her moan and grunt, as she had orgasms, of my making. Janet stared at me wide-eyed, and now panting slightly, as I pulled on her nipple and thrust my fingers faster and deeper into her fanny.  She started to wriggle and her free hand gripped the bedclothes, as her cunt got wetter, making her love tunnel slippery, and easier for my fingers to fuck her.  Biting her lip she started to thence up, and make those little noises that I heard her making when a climax was building inside her.  I let go of her nipple and rubbed her clitoris quickly, she could no longer hold back and started to gasp and moan loudly.   "O God that's good, o please don't stop John, " she cried out jerking her hips violently. She cried out again as I lifted her bum, to drive my cock deep into her, and fucked her hard until I cum inside her.  It took some time because I had already shagged Mary twice, Janet had had another orgasm before I shot my load.  When I pulled out of her, I grabbed a handful of tissues, from the box by the bed, cleaned off my cock.   Janet lay gasping and staring up at me, I had never done that to her before, and she was looking at me in disbelief.  Discarding the tissues in the waste bin, I grabbed another handful. Janet shuddered and gasped, as I wiped away my spunk oozing from her now sensitive cunt, then with another handful of tissues, to cleaned off my fingers. After I had made her shudder and gasp when I scooped out some spunk with them, she hadn't taken her eyes off me the whole time. She was still panting because I had kept her aroused, and again she gasped and murmured softly.   "Oh my god," as I started fingering her again, this time I bent to suckle her nipple.   I made her climax twice, before complying with her request, to stop fingering her. She was getting weak from coming so much.  I got dressed and left her there, exhorted on the bed to recover. I called the boys in for dinner, they were almost finished when Janet appeared.   "Shower and homework before the telly goes on," she told them when they had finished their dinner.  She hadn't taken her eyes off me at all, as she had eaten, as I started the washing up, she picked up the dishcloth.   "What was that in the bedroom, you've never done that to me before?" she asked looking at me with a surprised stare and wiping up a plate.   "You didn't like it at all then Janet, and I thought you were really enjoying it, by the way, you were moaning!" I answered, handing her another plate.   "I didn't say that John, I said you've never done that to me before it's just that you took me by surprise, giving me so many orgasms. I think I do like you doing that John!" Janet said rubbing her hip on mine, as she put a plate away.  We finished the dishes, and I said goodnight to the boys, then gave Janet a kiss, and went out to the cab.   Wednesday nights were never a good time to earn money, I had a few fares but sat for most of the time, talking to some of the drivers, as we sat in the taxi ranks'.  I was talking to Tony the ambulance driver, who runs my taxi truck on Saturdays when Frank pulled onto the rank, and I wondered where he would hide those photos.  All our cabs were the same model and make, so each car would be identical. The glove box would be too obvious, and the door pockets wouldn't be safe.   I had a door panel in the truck I could easily remove, to hide the tapes in, only the car panels were most difficult to remove. There was only one place I could think of, and that was up under the dashboard above the glove box you could wedge them there.  Frank didn't sit with me but talked to some drivers a little way away, I could feel my blood starting to boil, but then at five to ten, I had a call.   "Car thirty-six come in over."   "Thirty-six here control over."   "Mrs Mallard wants you to pick her up, at the Armadale hotel at ten, she is on the line now, can you make it over."  Drunken Lilly is drunk and fruity again.   "Yes control I can make it, I'm on my way now over and out." I had my arms around her, helping her down the steep steps at the pub's entrance when she put her hand, between my legs and squeezed.   "Is this in working order tonight handsome?" she asked giving me her drunken smile, as I was helping her into the cab.   "Yes, Lilly I've tested it three times today, every time its produced a good load," I said smiling closed her door and drove her home.  When I opened the door again, she enjoyed sucking my dick. It took a little longer this time to boil over, which she appreciated and commented on, as she licked the last drops off my dick.   I did a few more jobs then went home at eleven-thirty, the house was in darkness, so I creped in quietly, undressed in the dark and slipped into bed.  Janet moaned and turned her back to me, as I had thought of slipping it in and helping myself, but as I went to lift her nightdress she pulled away.  So it seemed we were back to normal service, well that might be changing very soon my love.   Chapter 8 Justin didn't mention anything about the tapes, or donkey dick on the way to the airport Thursday morning. I was glad in a way because there had been too many lies told already, I didn't want to lie if he asked if Janet had been caught shagging again.  He wasn't going to know about Frank and Sid, shagging her as well as donkey dick. Although they were a slightly different case than donkey dick was.   Donkey dick was shagging her because she wanted him to, were as Frank and Sid were blackmailing her. Although as I had watched again, the tape of Frank and Janet, I wasn't sure if Janet didn't, entirely mind his attention after all. After their first initial heated words, when they had first entered the bedroom, she had soon submitted to Frank's domination of her, once he started shagging her. She most certainly looked like she was enjoying it when he had his cock inside her.   Well, maybe she didn't enjoy the last bit of it when he left her exhorted and too weak to move. She had I'm sure enjoyed the first two climax's, as he had shagged her.  The last three or four he had forced on her, by finger fucking her continuously. I think they may have given her great discomfort, by the way, she had looked as he was giving them to her. Her fanny must have been really swollen, with the friction of his fingers in her.  I hadn't decided how I was going to deal with Frank yet, but I was determined I would deal with him.   At eight-thirty I got Wednesday's tape into the player and was surprised to see Janet being pulled into the bedroom by Sid, closely followed by Frank. Sid wasn't being gentle with her at all, he gave her a yank before letting her go so she stumbled into the room.   "Stop complaining Janet you wanted this meeting and I'm saying were having it in here. You'll just have to put up with being fucked, while we discuss the new arrangements I'm proposing, not that you will have an option to disagree. You will do as you are told and like it, so I suggest you strip off so we can get down to business. You're not be saying much anyway, not with our cocks in your mouth." Sid said smiling wickedly as dropping his pants he rubbed his thick cock as he stepped towards Janet.   "No Sid no you can't, I just wanted to talk about it being so unfair of you to change our agreement. I told Frank yesterday you had no right to do so, and why is he undressing he had his monthly fuck yesterday." Janet said backing away from Sid; as Frank had started stripping off his clothing. Her face had started going a brighter shade of pink, as she watched Sid's cock getting longer as he rubbed it, and Franks hardening cock appearing as he dropped his pants while her breathing got heavier.   "You also told Frank Yesterday, you wanted the two of us to fuck you at the same time. Well, Janet, you're getting your fucking wish, we're both going to fuck you now, and whenever we feel like fucking you. That's the new deal, so take off your gear or do you want us to strip you?" Sid said taking hold of the bottom of her blouse when Janet's didn't respond to his demands. Lifting it he made her lift her arms so he could remove it, as she still protested at being forcefully made to surrender her body for their pleaser. Although she did nothing to hinder him removing it.   "You're going to rape me is that it Sid, if I don't agree with your new terms your take me by force whenever you want. I should have known better than to trust you and agree to a meeting you here. I should have known you would do this to me, I should have also kept on driving when I saw Frank waiting here for us. You had it all planned to meet him here beforehand, so the two of you could fuck me."   Janet said her voice going more breathless the more she spoke, and as a naked Frank got behind her she gasped as he unzips her skirt to let it fall. Then he unhooks her bra as Sid pulled off her blouse. Frank next hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down making her completely naked, as Sid took her head and pulled her mouth down onto his cock. Focusing her to suck him as Frank started fingering her cunt, as he pulled and played with her tits.   "Stop your whining you bitch and suck me hard, you were the one who suggested we have this meeting, you knew I'd be fucking you when I got you here. Seeing Frank waiting for us only excited you more, knowing he'd be fucking you as well. Your just a sex hungry bitch that loves to be fucked, all your protesting is all just for show you want this. What's she like Frank, I bet she's hot and wet and ready for fucking?" Sid asked holding Janet's ears as he fucked her mouth.   "You're right there Sid she is soaking wet, and she tastes like fucking honey," Frank said after sucking the fingers he pulled from her. Then he knelt to spread her fanny lips, to suck and lick Janet's cunt. They then took turns to lick her cunt as she was made to suck them in turn, then after teasing her to an orgasm with their fingers. She was made to lay on her belly, over the edge of the bed with her buttocks held wide so they could lick her cunt out.   Then they made her moan as they took it in turn, to fuck her for five minutes each. Then have a five-minute rest, so they could continue to fuck her for a long time overall. Time and time again they changed places, while all the time Janet cried out with moans and whimpers as they continuously fucked her hard. Thumping their groins into her buttocks making a loud slapping noise, as their bodies came together.   Frank was the first to ejaculate, pulling Janet off the bed he made her suck him off, as Sid took his place to continue fucking her from behind. They left her sitting gasping naked on the floor after Sid had finished with her, he had made her gage when he had filled her mouth. Then as they dressed, Sid said his threats over again if she thought of not complying with his future wishes.   "You enjoyed that didn't you bitch, so its all settled then, from now on you do as your told and get fucked when I want. No, if's or but's when I say your getting fucked you will meet us without arguing, and wherever I say understand, or John will find out what a whore you really are!" Sid said staring down at her, as she looked up at him still panting and nodding her head at his words.   After they left she sat for a while getting her breath, then went out of the bedroom still naked. No doubt to shower and refresh herself, to clean away the stickiness between her legs from the many orgasms they had given her with their cocks and fingers. There was no anger in her movements or in her manner, as she went from the room.   No cursing his name, no stamping of her feet. Sidney had been right her protests had all been for show, so as not to show her willingness to accept their sexual advances, and her liking of their rough treatment of her. I would never have thought Janet would like rough forceful sex, as I had just witnessed Sid and Frank giving her.   Janet returned to the bedroom for her clothes, but before she picked them up she inspected herself in the dressing table mirror. Opening her legs she looked at her vagina, then praising her puffy outer lips apart she looked at her inflamed inner cunt. The vaginal orifice was still open and inflamed a bright pink, from the fucking and fingering they had given her.   As she continued to inspect herself, I suddenly realized this tape was of Wednesday midday. I had fucked her myself, at just gone five last night before dinner. She had seemed to enjoy us having sex, but had made out she was shocked when I had fingered her to an orgasm. When it truth five hours earlier, she had been fucked and fingered to quite a few orgasms, at the hands of Frank and Sidney.   Fuck! That would have been at the same time I was fucking Mary out at Byford, I was with her from twelve-thirty until three-thirty. In those three hours, I had fucked her twice, Sid and Frank, had given Janet three orgasms, as they had fucked her once each. Then had given her four orgasms, by them playing with her and finger fucking her. Sid and Frank were taped for one hour and ten minutes, from the time they entered the bedroom until they left.   Chapter 9 I left in a rush to get to the station, for my first load of the day, and on reseat of my loading notes, I radioed base to inform them of my delivery area. I was picking up a full load for the northeast of the city, all the way up the wine-growing Swan Valley. It was a new thing just brought out by the firm, it was just to inform them, of what area you would be in if a job came up in that area.  I was still waiting to go onto the loading bay when a driver came up to me and asked.   "You've got the Swan Valley and Henley Brook run mate, would you swop with me please?" He looked desperate; it wasn't a really big load so I asked why.   "I need to be in the upper Swan at ten thirty, at my girl's school. I had already asked for that run today, on Tuesday but the dispatcher, not the same one today.  Look I've got a big run I can swop with you, eight full pallets south-east area, Kalamunda Bickley Pickering Karragullen and Roleystone, all quiet roads good drop off's."   Yes, I knew that area well, Roleystone is just on top of the hill, two miles from Kelmscott a mile from my house, I had no hesitation with swopping with him.  Two and a half hours later, I was doing my last drop in Roleystone at twelve o five, drive down the hill, go past by my house then on to the highway.  Going past my house, wasn't the quickest way to the highway, it was three streets up the hill and then one street over, before going back down the hill, to be where I should have been, on the bottom road along the river.   I turned upwards going east on Connell Ave, to the southern end of my road. Then turned northwards along David terrace, and then I would turn left at the end down Lucich St.  As I came around the bend in my road, I saw a taxi pulling out backwards from my drive.  Still in the carport was another taxi, the driver of the one upon the road was far too big to be my Janet. I immediately saw red it could only be Sid Mercer and after what I had seen this morning, a red mist obscured my vision.  Planting my foot down on the gas pedal, made my five hundred horsepower diesel engine roar loudly.     Sid had seen or heard me coming and revved his engine, spinning his wheels as he roared away. I was right behind him as he turned down Lucich, but he made ground on me down the hill.  Right onto Clifton St then left over the river bridge along Gilwell Ave, towards the Albany Highway I chased him.  He was pulling away from me, there was nothing to slow him down, he was heading for the highway, I was going to lose him for now.  The highway looked quiet from what I could see, but as he drove at full speed into it, an eighteen-wheeler came into sight, his air horn blasting as it barrelled towards him.   It crashed into the back corner of Sid's car, pushing it around to slam onto the trucks bull bar.  Then the truck bounced and screeched to a halt, some fifty yards down the road. I turned left into the shop's car parking spaces alongside the highway.  Then I went to join the truck driver, who had got down from his truck, and we looked into the car. Sid was laying on the bench seat, the side of his head shoved in. He must have smashed it against the bull bar, through his open window.  Janet wouldn't be having a visit from Sid Mercer again, I wonder if I could drive Frank into a wall somewhere. I had achieved one goal without too much effort, one down two to go.   I drove out of the car park and turned right, to drive over the bridge. Then right onto Clifton, where I saw that Janet was driving towards me. She pulled up beside me and went to say something, but just stared with her mouth open and a very shocked look, when I told her very angrily.  "HOME!" I watched her turn around, in my mirrors as I drove away. I stormed into the house and went straight to the bathroom.  The shower cubical was still wet, so she had had a shower, then I heard her come into the house. She looked concerned as I walked back into the lounge with thunder in my voice when she asked.   "What's the matter, John?"   "Get your clothes off!" I said angrily, and her mouth opened and she now looked frightened as she answered me.   "No John; I don't want sex," she replied, taking a step back from me.   "Take your bloody panties off, and show me your cunt, I've just seen Sid Mercer leaving here, he has been shagging you hasn't he?" I yelled and a look of panic crossed her face, as it went ashen as the blood drained from it. When the realization, that she had been rumbled sunk in.  She jumped with fright, as I loudly and sharply said.   " STRIP NOW !" she turned on the tears, as her hands went to her waistband. I might have believed her act if I hadn't known the truth already, but I had to admit she did think fast unless she had already concocted this story just in case.   "He forced me to have sex with him, John, you must, believe me, he's been blackmailing me. He knows about our deal, with the employment agency 'spare hands'. He threatened to tell Blank and White, we were working with them without the taxi meter running.  So they weren't getting their shear of the fairs, if I didn't do as he said or if I told you, he would make sure we would lose our franchise.  We wouldn't make it as an independent, looking for our own work it's too competitive, I had to do as he said John to keep our business."   They were real tears flowing, I could see them rolling down her cheeks. The sad pitiful look on her face should have melted me, as she stood in her blouse and frilly knickers, having let her skirt slip to the floor.  'A'Rrr' she cried as I pushed her into the chair behind her, and yanked her panties off.   "Oh no, John," she begged, as I lifted her legs and held them wide apart.  Her fanny was bright pink and swollen, the bastard had defiantly fucked her.   "That bastards not going to fuck you, or anyone else again Janet that's for sure!" I said dropping her legs and throw her panties at her, as I clenched my fists and roared with anger.   "No you can't John I know you're mad, but you mustn't do anything stupid. He's not worth you going to prison John, you can't kill him, John," she said wringing her hands. She was jumping around nervously, her panties still in her hands, and naked from the waist down.  I looked at her with a wicked smile, which seemed to frighten her even more. Then her mouth dropped open, and she held her hands to her open mouth and gasped when I told her.   "No need to Janet, the bastards already dead, some poor truck driver did it for me when I chased him onto the highway.  Saw him back out of here, I guess what you two had been up to, he confirmed it when he ran. I thought he was going to get away, only that forty tone truck, did a good job on his head." I said almost laughing at Janet's utter horror, looking at me in disbelief.  She was so shocked her legs wouldn't hold her up, and she flopped down into the chair stunned unable to take it in, she looked around as if dazed.  I looked between her legs at her swollen fanny, then went to the bathroom, and came back with a tube of cream.   "Open up," I said, and she just looked at me. "Open your bloody legs, I should be slapping you not tending to your sour fanny! You won't be going out again today, the whole highway will be blocked up for hours.  The side streets will be blocked as well, it will be gridlocked all around Kelmscott" I said putting cream on my fingers and moving towards her.   "I told you to open them up, you had them wider than that to let that bastard fuck you," I yelled making her look at me again scared, and she spread her legs wider.  She took a deep breath and winched, as the cold cream touched her hot pussy. She stared up at me apprehensively, holding her breath as I applied a thick layer of the cream to every crease and fold of skin. I prised open her inner lips and held them out of the way, with the fingers of the other hand, I even creamed the entrance of her virginal passage.   She didn't say a word, as I tended to her swollen pussy, she just whimpered and murmured softly, as she tensed and relaxed when my fingers touched a tender or sensitive spot. She certainly reacted when my finger, touched the opening of her love hole, she vibrated and gasped, looking at me wide-eyed and panting.   "There that should do, for now, I'll have another look in an hour. You can stay like that until I go for the boys, the air might be good for it." I said taking her panties from her and helping her up out of the chair.   "No, no skirt like that!" I said as she went to put it on, and looked at me in disbelief.   "You want me to walk around naked, as punishment John is that it. Even after I told you he forced me to do it, you're saying it was my fault," she argued, almost in tears again.   "You're not naked Janet and who's going to see you but me, now if you want I'll take the rest off." She backed away as I took a step towards her, holding up her hands saying.   "No', no John I'll do as you say, you're staying home to are you?" she asked, sitting down in the chair and crossing her legs.  I gave a wry smile she was hiding it from me now, a bloody good time to be prudish, wasn't it.   "Yes Janet I am, it's gone one thirty I won't get another load, from the station there all be taken by now," I said leaving her to walk to the bedroom. I look at the recording gismo,  should I take it into the lounge and show her what it had taped. It would show her and Sid bouncing on the bed and show just how much she was being forced.  If she had acted the same as she did with Frank, she would be spreading her legs wide for him. No, not yet, if I did she'd know I had a camera in the bedroom, and I wouldn't get any more tapes if donkey dick or Frank if they did reappear.   At two-thirty I ordered her to the bedroom and opened her legs wide, the white cream had melted and become transparent, leaving her fanny shiny and glistening.  She tried to stay very still, as my fingers moved over her hot skin. Only she didn't succeed and gave tiny soft moans as she vibrated as I did her love hole, she puffed out air as my fingertip smeared cream just inside it.  I must admit I did concentrate, on that very spot for some time, I had to make sure, I had put enough cream into it to a depth of at least an inch.   Actually, I found it quite amusing, seeing her cutie bare bum, as she moved around the kitchen, trying to bend elegantly. To take things out of the lower cupboards, without me seeing between her legs, and her looking daggers at me, for sniggering at her.   At three-fifteen, I left to pick up the boys and driving along the back road, behind the shops I could see the Albany highway, through the gaps in the buildings.  It seemed to be running smoothly, so the crash must have been cleared, I hadn't had the radios on all afternoon and hadn't heard the chatter.  I had it on now, but I hadn't called into the base, nobody mentioned the crash, while I was listening. although I suppose it must have been, the only subject earlier, I never went near the taxi ranks, so didn't see who was about.  Taking the boys home, the first thing they did, was to get changed, and dive straight into the pool and Janet protested when I said.   "Bedroom for some more cream," only I wasn't taking no, for an answer anymore. I think she was beginning to realize, things weren't going to be exactly the same as before. she did exactly as she was told for a change, as I tended to her.   I was on the road in the cab at six and got the early night out goers, there was a good restaurant, in the Westfield shopping centre.  I had a party of four to take to it from Kelmscott. and they booked me for the return trip at nine. When I dropped them off, I had a look at one hundred and six, I had a date here, in three weeks and four days time.  I called it a night at ten thirty and got in just as the news was finishing, so we went to the bedroom, and I stopped her putting on her nightdress.   "Open them, Janet!"   "Pardon," she replied as she held her nightdress ready to put on.   "Open your legs and let me see!" I said again, and this time she reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed and parted her legs.  Then she gasped as her eyes opened wide when I said "Wider" and dropped my pants, and shaking her head and looking sad she said.   "Oh no John do you have to, haven't you punished me enough today," I looked at her angrily.   "O so this is a punishment from me is it, what was it with Sid 'business', last night you turned your back on me when I came to bed.  Was that because you knew, he'd be shagging you today," I said but immediately regretted saying it, but once said as they say.   "Oh John that's hurtful and so unfair, do you think I liked his body near me.  He wanted me to undress, but I couldn't do that, I know your upset, but think of what I've been through John." Janet said looking at me, like a hurt little girl as I got between her legs.   "I fucked you yesterday, for the first time in three months, how many times, has he fucked you?" I asked as I entered her, and could see she wasn't willing to answer.   "Today wasn't the first time was it, a month or so ago I delivered up the hill, and when I went past, I thought I saw a taxi parked on the drive, when I came down it was gone.  You were having a shower, was that Sid then as well?" she was staring at me with tears in her eyes again, biting her lip as she nodded.   "How many times has he fucked you, Janet?" I almost yelled, thumping my cock into her hard.   "Four times John, today was the fourth time he'd forced me I didn't want him to John, I didn't."  She was crying tears now, but I couldn't tell if they were real, I should have felt sorry. Only the image of her enjoying having sex, with the Greek, Frank and Sid flashed before my eyes.  I lifted her legs higher over her body and drove deeper and harder into her.   "Don't you ever turn your back on me in bed again madam, from now on I'll shag you when I want to."   Shit, she was having an orgasm under me, I had watched her having many of them on the tapes lately, I could now recognize the telltale signs of one coming.  With her eyes closed and teeth clenched together, she gave panting breaths through her parted lips, as her body twitched and relaxed, repeatedly.  Then her eyes opened wide, staring at me making a gurgling sound as her hips jerked, her face went bright red then her whole body vibrated,   "Oh fuck o my god," she gasped, I had made her orgasm yesterday, but this was a bigger one than the last. In fact, it was about the same, as donkey dick had given her when he had eaten that banana out of her. That had sent her cussing and swearing, not all her orgasms did that.  She seemed excited by me being sexually dominating or was forcing her to have sex, that was exciting her?   She had obeyed donkey dick every order, and after her first defiant stand with Frank, he didn't have to force her leg's open. She had opened them for him and had responded positively to having his dick shagging her. I had made her tell me, Sid had fucked her four times, was making her tell me he had shagged her giving her sexy and arousing feelings. Did it excite her to hear herself, admitting to having a sexual affair? while I was shagging her, hence the big orgasm she just had.   "Did you just lay there, and let him shag you, Janet or did you help him, shag you.  Did he give you any orgasm's, Janet? four times you said he shagged you, didn't you enjoy just one a little bit."  I said just as I filled the condom with my cum, and looked down at her, galloping in a great lungful of air, as her chest rose and fell.   She wasn't quite there, so I finished her off with my fingers.  "Bastard," she called me as she jerked and twitched, with my fingers still in her.  Then after a shower, she curled up on her side of the bed, sulking I suppose until the morning When I rolled on top of her to shag her again when I woke her before four in the morning.     She didn't say a word and tried to hide the fact, that she was having a climax. When I slipped my cock into her after I had played and sucked her tit, then rubbed her hard clit until I thought she was near to coming.  She just slightly curled up, again when I got off her, at four in the morning, to go and pick up Justin.   Chapter 10 It was the last day of the working week, on Friday's I handed in all of my company vouchers to collect all the money for them, as Justin was signing his firm's dockets I asked.   "How's your lovely sister and her husband Justin, he was going to give me a call, I suppose he's been too busy, to think about it," I said as he handed me the signed docket.   "Not too busy John just not ready, he still hasn't got the warehouse up and running yet, when he douses he plans to give you the contract to transport goods too and from it.  Your need more trucks, that's if you want the job, and he plans to give you the job of transferring, all his personnel to and from his other warehouses as well with your taxi.  I'm doing all his security part-time, it a good payslip on top of my regular pay," Justin said with his happy smile, showing he seemed to be on the top of the world.   "And your sister is she well?" I asked casually, knowing how much he loved her by the way, he talked about her when I first saw her photo.   "Still as lovely as ever John, she coming around for the weekend Malcolm going to Hong Kong for a trade fair, she often stays with me when he's away.  I love her company, we go out partying together. Malcolm's not one for dancing, and going to clubs, he is fifteen years older than Melanie, and he can't keep up with her." Justin said then looked at me, looking like he may have said something out of place,  I just kept a straight face and said.   "Haven't been clubbing for ages, been too busy lately Justin, going to have to start taking time off, to rebuild my relationship with the wife.  That is if I have one after what has happened, first I've got to eliminate any opposition."   Justin nodded as he got out of the cab, then he turned and looked through the open window.  "We're not going out tonight John, but if you fancy a night out Saturday, we are going to the casino nightclub. Meet us there then back home for drinks," he said smiling, then walked into the airport.  He had seen Janet naked, shagging with donkey dick, and if I was right about last Friday, so had his sister.  I didn't fancy having them looking at Janet, knowing what she did, as it was she wasn't speaking to me, not at this precise moment. I got the cold shoulder when I got in for breakfast and didn't get a kiss when she took the boys to school.   I got the small tape from the camera and the carrier tape case from the truck. Putting them together I then pushing them into the player, and steeled myself for what I knew, I was going to see on the television.  As the door opened, Janet was being roughly pushed talking into the room.   "You're hurting me, Sid, do you have to be so bloody rough, and why are you here again so soon you both fucked me yesterday." She was saying as he walked her into the room, by the scruff of her neck.   "Oh shut up you bitch, you got your ass up here quick enough when I told you to. Just do as you're told and we'll get on fine, you fucking love the attention anyway. John doesn't know how to treat you, he should regularly give you a slap to keep you in line. Now stop your winging, and fucking strip off you're not in a position to dictate terms anyway. Remember we've got all the goods on you, and I told you the new arrangements yesterday; I fuck you when I want."   "Frank wasn't happy with you, the last time he was alone with you for not stripping off naked for him, and he doesn't just want quickies from you, in the future. When he has you on his own, he wants foreplay and a good fuck. He also wants the full hour alone with you once a month, that you originally agreed too.  Although, I think you're getting off far too lightly with him madam, so this is how it's going to work from now on girly. Frank fucks you the Tuesday after your boyfriend has been, and I'm going to fuck you whenever I want when he's not around and I may bring Frank with me," Janet's face dropped, and she stamped her feet.   "No Sid no you can't, that would mean you could be fucking me every day for three weeks every month. That's not fair at all, we had a deal, I've kept my side of it. You and Frank were both to have sex with me, regularly once a mouth it stays that way!"  Sid stepped forward and grabbed her by the throat with both hands, and she had to go onto tiptoes, as he lifted her up.  She looked very freighted, as he held her up gasping. Her eyes widen and her cheeks were going pink, as her toe's dangled inches off the floor.   "No way girly, you should have accepted my last terms, now you're going to open your legs, whenever I tell you to. I'm fucking you here in your bedroom on the days I say, and anytime I tell you to meet me when you're out in the taxi. Could be in the toilets of the Armadale pub, or the railway station car park do you hear me. If you don't hubby will see you and your boyfriend, in glorious Technicolor. Now get your fucking gear off, we're wasting fucking time." Sid said laughed and trusting his arms out, made her squill as he tossed through the air to land on the bed.   She landed on her bum, then fell backwards her legs going high in the air. Her skirt was thrown up her body, exposing her tiny frilly lace panties. Sid reached out grabbing her panties, to tug them off her, only he pulled her right off the bed as well.  She fell in a heap at his feet her legs wide, exposing her genitals, the panties she had fallen out of in his hands.   "You want me to take the rest of your clothes off, no! well hurry up and strip you bitch," he said reaching down towards her, then started taking off his own clothing.  When she shook her flushed face and quickly started undoing her blouse buttons and bra. Removing them she was naked to the waist and was undoing her skirt when he stepped out of his trousers and grabbing her by the hair pulled her head to him.   "Get your lips around this you bitch, and don't try to bight me, I'll slap you fucking silly lassie if you do, so don't get any ideas."  For a big man, he had a short fat dick, maybe six inches at the most and it was circumcised. The knob end looked rubbery, with its taught shiny skin.  She obeyed him, sucking his cock into her mouth, her hands playing with his hairy bollocks, her mouth dribbling with saliva as she moved her lips on his cock.  I had watched her suck donkey dick, she was sucking Sid's with as much gusto.  She was either very scared of him and doing it well to please him, or she really liked doing it to please herself, honestly, it looked like it was the latter to me.   "Gently you bitch; you trying to make me come too fucking soon, just keep gently sucking up that pre-cum juice. You can have my spunk when I've finished fucking you," he said grinning looking down at her. She was sitting holding his balls and the root of his cock, as she moved it in and out of her mouth.  She looked up at him red-faced and breathing heavily when he pulled his cock from her mouth. He bent to put his hands under her armpits and lifted her, leaving her skirt on the floor and her naked.   "Now let's see how juicy you are today bitch, is your cunt full of honeydew for me." She squealed again, as he throws her back onto the bed.  She bounced and he caught her legs bending them up over her body, then attacked her genitals with his mouth. He was making her moan, as he lapped at her fanny. With his tongue and his lips suckling on her clitoris, it didn't take long, for her to start tensing up and jerk.   "O fuck, oh my fucking Jesus," she started saying, then she vibrated and jerked violently.  Sid kept his mouth on her cunt, as she bucked and writhed, then when he did lift his head, he smiled at her as she panted and said.   "That was a good one wasn't it girly, you want this as much as I do, and you're really tasty today, a nice drop of cunt honey you going to give me more."   He said and made her jerk and moan, as he sucked on her fanny again.  He kept her panting and wiggling, with his tongue and hands groping her tits for some time. Before making her cry out when he moved to a position, where he could stab her with his dick.  She was bent in half her buttocks off the bed, as he held her feet above her head. He rammed into her hard making her gasp and grunt, every time his pelvis slapped into her.  She was again blowing great puffs of air, as she gripped the bedclothes, her eyes rolling up, as her body tensed and jerked.   She was having another orgasm, her second in less than ten minutes, it left her breathless and a little weak. Her head flopping about, as she bounced on the mattress under him, with the rhythmic thrusts of his hips.  Her arm laying motionless on the bed gave the impression she was unconscious. Only the tiny gasps from her open mouth and her head lolling from side to side was evidence that she was aware of what he was doing to her.   He had her held fast ageist the bed, unable to move anything but her head, and that started bouncing faster, as he quickened his thrushes into her.  She gave a loud gasp as he withdrew from her, then squealed as he spun her to her left. Making her lay along the side of the bed. She opened her mouth when he pulled her head towards his cock, and she moaned as he fucked her mouth, with his right hand now between her legs finger fucking her.   I watched her greedily sucking on his cock, waiting for it to erupt in her mouth. This was the Janet, that said she was being forced to have sex with Sid. The same Janet, that told me she wouldn't take off her clothes for him, the very same Janet, that was repulsed by his body.  This same naked Janet, that had her head between his legs, sucking on a dick, that was about to ejaculate and she was having another big orgasm, that his fingers were giving her.   When her hips started jerking as he quickened his fingers her cheeks bulged, as he filled her mouth with cum. She had to quickly glop some of it down before it overflowed, with his cock still in her mouth.  She was coping with two orgasms his and hers, and she was struggling. He didn't help, as he kept fingering her, and held her mouth on his dick, as her orgasm made her jerk violently.  When he did release her head, she coughed and sputtered, choking on a mouth full of his sperm. The thick white stuff dribbling from the corners of her mouth, while her body contorted with the continuing effects of her orgasm, as he still fingered her.   "Oh fuck oh please please stop now, o Arrr Oooo please Sid, she begged to jerk again, as his fingers pumped into her.  She gave a big shy and lay twitching when he finally pulled his fingers from her and looking at his watch he made her moan and whimper when he said.   "My look at the time, I've still got fifteen minutes left, Frank said you liked being fingered, would you like some more Janet.   "No no," she begged as he crushed a tit, and started fingering her again.  She was too weak to resist him, and he soon had her jerking with another orgasm, then she had little rest before he was fingering her again.  Her orgasms were now, only minutes apart now, with everyone she was getting steadily weaker, and he was paying no notice to her pleas.   "Oh please Sid no more please, oh no please no no oh no you're making my cunt sore, oh god I going to die, please Sid no more o my god o fuck OooArrr."  She was openly crying now, as she jerked with another orgasm, the tears rolling down her cheeks, gasping through her open mouth.   "Was it that good Janet, let's see if I can give you another big one!" he said transferring his hand from her tit to her throat making her choke, as her body once more writhed, with the punishment he was inflicting on her cunt.  Her legs thrashed out, kicking as her body twisted about. She gave a strangled cry, as I witnessed a spray of her juice spurt from her.  She jerked and twitched, gasping for breath for a full three minutes after he took his hands from her, then she lay panting her breasts heaving.  For the whole fifteen minutes, he had given her no rest at all, she had vibrated and twitched, jerked and writhed the whole time.   At times I thought she would pass out, her eyes would roll up in her head. As she writhed and twitched, then would fall back lifeless, only to twitch and jerk again, when he put his fingers back into her.  He had given her four orgasm's, up until she had sucked him off, in the last fifteen minutes, I'm not sure it could be up to nine, before he left her on the bed, gasping and twitching.   "Enjoyed that Janet must do it again!" he said pulling on his trousers, and Janet whimpered.  As he pushed his feet into his shoes and pulled on his shirt.   "How about next Thursday, I spend half an hour shagging you, I could finger fuck you, and give you orgasm's for the rest of the hour, you'd like that wouldn't you Janet, it's settled then next Thursday."  He said smiling at her, she hadn't moved while he had dressed, her head feebly moved now from side to side, as her weak voice whispered an answer.   "No Sid No," he looked disappointed, and frowning said.  "'No' Janet! do you mean you don't want me to do it next week? 'oh I see what you mean,' you want me to stay here and give your cunt some more fingering, so you can enjoy some more orgasm's!"  She moaned as he put his hand on her crouch, and almost crying whimpered as his fingers entered her.   "No please Sid No please, you can come back next Thursday, you can fuck me all you want Sid, but please don't finger me again not now. I'm too weak Sid, please don't finger me," she winched and jerked as he patted her fanny, and smiling at her said.   "Right then pet I'll see you here next Thursday, but I'll be fucking you before then," Sid said patting her fanny again before leaving the room. Janet shied a shy of relief, laying perfectly still, relaxing getting her strength back.   I heard a car start, and the engine revved slightly for a few seconds. Then the engine raced and wheels screeched, and a heavier engine roared down the road.  Then all was quiet again, and Janet was just laying relaxing, and I thought that was my truck engine, I had just heard going past.  That big stupid bastard had killed himself, if he had gone when he finished fucking Janet, he'd probably be alive now. Instead of laying dead in the mortuary, I wouldn't have seen him and chased him to his death.   Janet stirred and giggly got off the bed, then on very wobbly legs, she struggled out the door and went to shower.  She reappeared drying herself and looked at herself in the dressing table mirror, feeling her mound of Venus. Moving closer she picked up her makeup mirror, then inspecting her swollen fanny, by putting her foot on the dressing table stool.   Opening her legs wide to see herself, she was giving the camera a very good close-up view, of a very well used red swollen cunt, that she was gently massaged with cream.  When I had seen it yesterday, I had wondered why it was so swollen, now after seeing what he had done to her, it was a wonder her cunt wasn't bleeding.     As I was taking the tape out, I noted a panel on the player that was loose, touching it, it opened revealing several small connection sockets.  One had video 's' and the three others were coloured just red blue and yellow. We had bought the player two years ago, mostly to entertain the boys, as they now had a small library of cartoons and children's films.  I had never played with the player, except for putting in a tape to play. I still had the box it came in and pulled it off the top of the wardrobe.   In the box was still the manual and a plastic bag with a cable in it. The three-foot-long cable had three coloured connectors on each end, that looked like they fitted the sockets on the player.  To take the tape out of the camera, I had to take off the back of the radio, then ejected the tape, on the camera were three sockets with the same colure coding as the cable.     I was already running late, so I loaded the camera with an empty tape and took the player manual with me. While waiting for jobs through the day, I read up on the manual.  I found out my player recorded as well, by coupling the camera to the player, with the cable I found in the box, I could transfer from the camera to the player.  I needed an empty VHS tape to do this, so I popped into a shop to buy one.   Justin hadn't told me I could do this, although I should have known. Not having a video camera, meant I had never thought of this feature. I could have transferred the tapes myself if he had told me, and Justin wouldn't have seen them in my bedroom, but then he wouldn't have enlightened me would he.  It was like he had said, he liked watching pornographic video's, and it was his camera I was using, without it, I wouldn't have caught them.   The salesman showed me an array of tapes, one, two and three-hour ones, and ones of higher quality, that was dearer than the lower ones, depending on your needs, of how many time you wanted to record to them.   "Now if you just want to record once, and keep that recording, I've got a special deal for you. I have a two three-hour tape pack I'll let you have them for half price, just five dollars to you they were ten."  I bought them and left the shop, as I was getting into the truck I thought.   What do you need two three hour tapes for, when you just needed one-two hours, the one of Sid was an hour, and Frank's lasted for thirty minutes, they would all go on one two hour tape, hopefully, there'd be no more with the Greek on? If I could get it right, I could keep Sid and franks tapes, and Justin won't know about them, which made me feel a lot easier knowing I could keep them a secret.   Now when was I going to have time, to play with the recorder? That was my next problem, it was mid-afternoon now, I was on a job right now. Janet and the boys would be home in an hour, so today was out of the question. Janet and the boys would be home all weekend, so I would have to wait until Monday, to try and copy what was on the tapes.  It didn't seem complicated at all, just wire the two together, press play on one and record on the other, how simple was that.   I put the new two tapes I had bought, with the others in the door panel, if I was going to get any more items to hide, I'd have to find somewhere bigger, this hideaway was getting full, I didn't really want to get any more tapes of them.  Hopefully, I would get the Greek before he got to Janet again, I had just over three weeks to wait until I literally could get him in my sights.   Sid was out of the running altogether now, only Frank I had to find a way of dealing with. He wasn't expected back to see Janet for a mouth, as he had just been around to fuck her this last Tuesday, Sid hadn't upgraded Franks fucking rights only his.  Though I would keep, the camera loaded and primed, just in case something turned up, if it did I would capture it, which was all I could do until I found a solution.   Chapter 11   We were a car short in the area with Sid's death, and I was quite busy early on, at nine it went quiet as I dropped off at the Armadale pub, four roads away was Justin's place, so I trundled around there and saw his car in the drive.  I crept up onto his veranda and peeked through the gap in his curtains.  They were both naked and shagging, she had her hands on the coffee table bent over, with him shagging her from behind, holding her hips both of them were watching the telly, I had no doubt watching Janet again.   As I watched he pulled out, and she finished him off with her mouth.  Was everybody doing that except me, Janet hadn't sucked Frank, but she had sucked Sid and the Greek, before having sex and to finish them off, she hadn't even kissed mine?  When this was all over there were going to be some changes made that was for sure. I didn't want to use the tapes to make her obey me, but I had them if I needed them.   At eleven, I slipped into bed and lifted Janet's nightdress, she didn't complain, but she wasn't that happy about me just shagging her, without asking her first, and maybe worming her fanny up.  When I finished, she just curled up and went "Huh."  I was out at four am doing my early calls, and home for eight-thirty, Tony was already there having tea and toast, telling Janet he was the one, called to Sid's accident, and was there minutes after it happened.   "Nothing we could do smashed his head on the roe-bar when the truck hit him, what the hell was he doing, pulling out like that?  That truck driver didn't have a chance of stopping,  they checked his taco, and he was under the speed limit. He is in the clear as far as the police are concerned. It was all Sid's fault, but the truck driver is shaken up pretty bad, so is poor Betty he was a bastard to her, but I suppose she loved him."   Janet looked guilty and sad, as she looked at me while Tony spook I hadn't thought of Betty at all. I wondered if he shagged Betty as rough as he had Janet, I imagined he didn't.  He had the advantage of having the photos, which he could bully Janet. Perhaps he wasn't getting it off of Betty like I hadn't got it from Janet. Mary was the same, Harvey was shagging her as well as me, and Duncan wasn't getting it of Mary but was shagging Alison. It seemed the wives were rationing their husbands, and then giving sex freely, to their boyfriends and lovers.   It was Melanie, which was giving Justin his sex, to the determent of her husband. I was beginning to think Andy; the chap I went hunting with had the right idea. He took his wife to parties and watched her with anyone who wanted to fuck her, while he had a different cunt to fuck each time.  I wonder if he still lived in the same place, I will have to drop around to see, Sandra wasn't a bad looking woman, and she did say she fancied me.   After lunch most Saturdays we would toss the boy's in the car, and spend the afternoon down on the Swan River. I would take my rod and the boys loved, netting small fish in the shallows.  We had a nice afternoon picnic tea, it was a very nice afternoon out, and we all seemed to enjoy it. On the way home at six, we had a sit-in meal at Hungry Jacks and got home at seven-thirty.  At eight pm the boys were going to bed, and at nine I told Janet I wanted to see her pussy, she looked at me strangely. I suppose because I had never before asked her straight out bluntly, to see her genitals as we sat watching the telly.   "I beg your pardon?" she asked, looking up from the woman's magazine she was reading.   "I'd like to see your pussy please?" I said sitting up and looking at her, with her legs curled up in her chair. Her short skirt not quite hiding her bottom showing her white panty covered crouch.   "I'd like to exercise my marital rights and look at my wife's pussy, before I have sex with her, here on the floor," I said standing up and taking the three paces to where she was sitting.  She watched me not moving at all until she was looking up at me as I stood looking down at her. Her mouth opened and she gasped as her body twitched when my finger traced the crease between her pussy lips, which I had been looking at, for the last hour while she looked at her mag.   With my legs up against the cushion, she couldn't straighten her legs out so she couldn't sit on her bum, preventing me from feeling her.  With one hand on my wrist, trying to push my hand away, her bum wriggled as my fingers pressed her panties, between her pussy lips. Where I could feel the entrance to her love tunnel, and I wriggled my finger making her gasp.   "John, stop it, the boys might come in," she said a little breathless, her hips twitching. I could feel her panties getting damp, as my fingers vibrated on her entrance.   "Oh no," she gasped and tensed, as I pulled her panties to one side, and pushed two fingers into her. Her arm wasn't strong enough, to stop me moving them, inside her love hole.  Her body had started responding, even if she didn't want it to, she was getting wet, and I mean wet soaking in fact. I had my free hand in her blouse groping her tit, and tweaking her nipple. Her breathing had quickened, and she could not stop the little murmurs escaping, from her mouth. As her body trembled when my fingers found that little spot inside her fanny, I quickly undid my belt and pushed my trousers and pants down, without stopping exciting her fanny with my fingers.   She was looking at my rapidly herding cock. and took a deep breath when I removed my fingers, and quickly pulled her panties down past her bum to her ankles.  With her panties now out of the way, and not hindering me. I could give her fanny, all the attention I wanted to with my fingers.  She could not anymore, hold back the moans she wanted to give. All the signs were there, the strained look, the little jerky movements, the tiny gowns in the throat and the tiny whimpers meant an orgasm was on its way.  I knelt down and quickened my hand movements, thrusting into her faster and deeper, now she sounded like she had on the tape.   "Oh god fuck, oh-oh my god yes oh fuck yes John," she whimpered looking at me her face straining. Then it was out with my fingers, and in with my cock just as the river burst its banks. I was making her cry out whimpering, as my cock really enhanced, the feeling of her orgasm, making her jerk and moan, and for the fifteen minutes, I fucked her hard.  I was going to cum inside her but changed my mind just before I ejaculated, and grabbed the tissue box from the coffee table, and used a handful of tissues.   The orgasm Janet had when I started fucking her was a good one; it had her gasping and jerking, for a good three minutes. She had another just six minutes later, and when I had to pull out, I think she was starting to have another one. So as I wiped my dick with one hand, I pulled her panties right off, spread her legs wide, and put three fingers into her, and finger fucked her until she jerked and climaxed again.   With her bum on the edge of the seat, she lay back almost flat, I had put her legs over the arms of the chair, and that opened up her fanny wide.  The bright pink sex inflamed lips looked like rose petals glistening with dew, and my fingers had her love hole open. I thought the whole of her fanny looked lovely, with it covered in her cum love juice.   She was still taking deep panting breaths, as she looked up at me with misty eyes, her naked breasts heaving, as I looked at her whole body.  I heard her gasp, as I lowered my lips and kissed her clitoris; she shuddered and made tiny sounds, as I repeatedly kissed it. She then quivered and murmured 'oh my god,' when I sucked on her hard little bud.  I had to admit Sid had been right, her fanny did taste like honey, and she jerked and vibrated, murmuring 'oh John' as I licked and sucked her damp lips.   I liked the taste of her cunt very much, and eagerly lapped at her hot fanny with my tongue, she was gasping and moaning, as my lips explored every inch of her.  When I lifted my head, she was staring at me opened mouth. Taking short sharp intakes of breaths, and she gave a long moan when still looking at he I poked out my tongue and licked her sensitive clitoris.  We hadn't been to bed that early for years, and she silently followed me, as I lead her by the hand, to our bedroom at nine forty-five.   I took off what clothes she had left on, and laid her naked on the bed, she lay there breathing deeply, as she watched me undress. Then she looked with anticipation on her flushed face, as I crawled up the bed to her.  She gasped again when I put my head between her legs. To lick and chew on her fanny, as my hands played with her nipples with her moaning. In mere minutes I had her in the throes of an orgasm, that spurted worm female cum into my sucking mouth. It had her calling out, as she jerked and contorted.   "Oh, my fuck oh my god oh John, oh-oh-oh fuccckkk," she cried pushing her crouch on my mouth, as her orgasm erupted.  Then she called out more obscenities, while she squirmed as I lapped up her juices.  I wasn't quite ready, but I was hard enough to enter her, and slowly fuck her with my semi-hardness, it hardened up as I shagged her, gasping and panting calling out wildly as I did.   "Oh my fucking god, Jesus oh my fuck oh fuck John," she hardly stopped grinding her teeth and panting out obscenities between them.  Eyes wide staring at the ceiling, her face flushed bright red, and her legs wrapped around me, holding on for dear life.  As I rode her to heavens gates and back again, giving her another orgasm on the way, this time I filled her with hot cum. She was holding me tight and with her mouth next to my ear, as she felt me filling her, her body reacted and from her throat came.   "Oh my god Ohhhhh fuck Ooooh my god," her legs gripped tighter, as her hips vibrated, before she fell back flat on the bed, looking at me with glassed eyes.  She twitched and jerked some more, as I cleaned her fanny, then she laid quite curled up, as she slowly calmed down.  I held her in my arms for long moments, and then finally realized she had fallen asleep.   There was no alarm on Sunday mornings, but it was still quite early when I woke. I was still holding her in my arms, as she virtually sat in my lap. I couldn't have moved all night, and neither must she have.  She was warm and felt soft, as I cradled her gently in my arms, my penis felt nice and covetable, nestled in the valley of her buttocks.  I had no control over it hardness, due to the transfer of heat from her. My left hand was over her, accidentally brushing her tit.  Whereas the right arm under her, and the back of my right hand, was resting high on her right thigh. Turning it over, made it rest in the v of her legs, my fingers in her blond bush of fanny hair.  The slightest movement of those fingers, made her quiver as they brushed her pussy lips.   Her quivering moved her buttocks on my dick, and this made it harden a little. This must-have sent a nervous signal to my fingers, as simultaneously they quivered, as the left ones on her left nipple, the right on her slit also quivered making her buttocks move on my dick.  The action quickly repeated itself, until my penis was at full hardness and my fingers were continuously stroking her, she had started moaning softly, as my right fingers had found her clitoris.   Then her legs slightly parted, and her hand guided my penis to her warm moist love hole.  No rush it was Sunday morning, so I took my time slowly giving us both pleaser.  She moaned slightly and moved her bottom, as I pressed my dick to its fullest depth. My hands played with her tit and clit until she begged me to fuck her hard and fast.  I was beginning to realize, I hadn't been shagging Janet as she wanted.   Just rolling on her and shagging until I was satisfied wasn't doing it for her, and to be honest, she couldn't tell me she wanted me to fuck her as they had.  I had seen how excited she got when forced to do sexual acts with the Greek, he was all domineering, and she willingly obeyed him.  With Sid and frank, she seemed defiant but soon capitulated when they forced her, in both cases, her sheer joy of fucking was far too obvious for me to miss.   Last night she had acted at first as if having sex with me, was the last thing she wanted. Only I soon had her sexually aroused with my tongue, and she did sound as if she did enjoy it.  Now she was impaled on my dick moving her arse, to feel me inside her, staring up the goo I had just injected into her.  I would have to shag her more often, and much better then I had been shagging her if I was to win her back.   Firstly I had to remove any other rivals, Sid was gone and I had plans for the Greek, Frank was work in progress. Once they were gone, how was I going to stop her, meeting someone else who could sweet talk her again into having sex with them?  I knew how Frank and Sid, had got involved with her, how and where had she met the Greek, I didn't know. He might have been a passenger that had sweet-talked the pants off her, she would not tell me herself. I couldn't see that happening not in a million years unless I got her very drank. I had only seen her that drunk once, oh she had been merry a few times. Nowhere near falling down drunk, as she was that night we think someone spiked her drink.   We had been married just under a year, and I was still in the Navy and had gone to this party. She was staggering blind drank in no time, and on hardly anything at all. We were not always together at the party; I had left her once to talk to someone, as we hardly knew most of them.  I think she was seen standing on her own, and someone must have thought she was there by herself and slipped a Mickey fin in her drink. Hoping they could steer her outside when it was taking effect.  Luckily, for me, she was by my side when it hit her, and I could steer her to the car, as she happily smiled at me and said.   "Hello who are you, and where are you taking me?" She was so drugged up she didn't know me and let me do as I wished. I had to stay awake all night, I'd never get another chance to keep shagging her.  In the morning, she wanted to know why her fanny ached, and accused me of getting her drunk, and raping her because she could remember nothing.   After that, I made sure I saw all her drinks at parties, and she made sure she didn't drink too much.  It had been like that ever since, but sometimes she would get a little merry, and we'd fuck like rabbits. Other than that it was when she wanted it under the covers, what happened to change her I don't know, only I was too dime to see it happening.   I had finally woken up to the reality, that Sid and Frank had been literally laughing at me behind my back. As they made Janet, maybe unwillingly at first do their bidding, though as I had seen, she had come to like their attention.   After breakfast, I said, "everyone in the car, we are going out for the day." I refused to tell them, where we were going until we pulled up at Barrack street jetty.  We had done, the short swan river trip a while ago, and the boys and Janet had loved it. Now it was time to do the long trip, a six-hour round trip up and back down the swan. We would be visiting all the wineries, sampling their wines and having lunch.   We bought wines from two vineyards, six bottles in total to take home.  We had a singsong on the boat, as we sailed along when the bar was opened on the way back, and as I don't like the wine I had a rum.  Janet had my shear at the wine tasting and was quite happy when we got off the boat at four. The boys had a double cheeseburger for tea, in the car park overlooking the river.   While Janet had a chicken burger and drank the rest of the bottle of wine, she had opened on the boat, on the way back to the jetty.  Getting home at six the boys happily pull on their trunks and dived into the pool. I helped a smiling tippy Janet from the car, and into the house and on to our bedroom. Where she smilingly let me strip her naked, then happily let me eat her fanny, before I knelt beside her to play with her tits and finger her to an orgasm.   I knew she was happy, with the amount of wine she had drunk. Only she was drunker than I thought because as I was fingering her she had hold of my dick. Laughing drunkenly, she pushed me down beside her then rolled over to kiss my dick, before sucking on it as if she had done it before.  Then she fell into a drunken sleep after I had fucked her, and I covered her and left her sleeping, I checked on her from time to time.   The second time I went in, she seemed to be having a nice dream. Whatever it was, it made her moan delightfully, and her movements had uncovered her still naked body. She continued to moan pleasantly, as I played with her tits and fingered her. Then when I put my cock to her lips, she happily sucked me. Or; whoever it was in her dream.  I left her still dreaming, after coming in a handful of tissues; I didn't want to risk chocking her, by ejecting into her mouth.   Then I went to get the boys ready for bed, before returning to leisurely help myself, to the delights, Janet's drunken body had to offer.  The dream she was still having, must have been good, because I drank two juicy orgasms, from her cunt before I fucked it. Then I played the gynaecologist game, of opening her cunt up to look inside.  Monday morning when I returned from my early calls, Janet was very quiet as I sat having breakfast, then when the boys were out of earshot she asked.   "John I can't really remember coming home yesterday, everything seems to be fussy, err did we go to the bedroom, and do things in there."  I smiled broadly and moved to her side, then made her jump by putting my hand on her crouch.   "You bet we did darling, it's a shame we haven't the time now. I'd like to do it now, god I liked you sucking my cock." I said and loved the look on her face, she must have had a faint recollection of what we did and of her sucking me. It could be that dream she had, all blurred together in one foggy memory.  I gave her a kiss and picked up my truck keys.   "You're late for your first pick up Janet, you'd better get going." I walked out with her, only to go back into the house, when she drove away, to get the camera from the bedroom. Chapter 12 The transfer of the tape was just as easy as I had thought. Put the empty tape in the player, then the one of Frank and Janet, in the camera. Press record on the player, then play on the camera, and sit back and watch them fucking.  I had obviously seen it before, but I was noticing things I had not before. As they were arguing, Janet's face flushed pink, as she was lifting her skirt to remove her panties.   As he was undoing, his flies her eyes were on his crouch, as soon as his penis appeared her cheeks flushed a darker pink. Then her breaths went deeper, as she watched him stroke his dick to hardness. Her words were saying she did not want his sexual attention, but her body language said she did.  After checking that the recording had worked, I rewound the tape replaced it in the camera. Then set it up in the bedroom again, ready to record and tape over Frank's recording. I would do Sid's tape on Wednesday and then record over that one.   Tuesday I played Monday's camera tape and saw Janet undressing, so Frank had been erased from the tape, so resetting it I got on with my work.  I had a damn good day and got three big loads from the station, and that night I had some good fares, to round the day off well. Wednesday morning Justin said his brother in law, would be in touch with me very soon. As Justin had finished setting up, the security for his new warehouse. I had not thought much about it, I had had my mind on other things. I suppose I should find out if I could get the financial backing to buy two or three small trucks like mine, then I'd need to find drivers.   I was still thinking of this when Janet left with the cab and was bringing the camera in, to copy Sid's tape. As I was taking the camera tape out, to put Sid's in I decided to play it, just to check it and got a big surprise, Frank had turned up and they were arguing again.   "But Frank no Frank listen, Frank pleases listen," she tried to speak but he kept talking over her, not letting her get a word in and she was getting frantic.   "No Janet no, Sid's death doesn't change our agreement, no Janet no," he kept stopping her from speaking, as soon as she opened her mouth.   "No Janet I'm keeping you to our agreement, I'm the one with the photos remember so I'm going to keep fucking you, " he said hands on hips, staring her down   "But Frank please listen, oh fuck Frank John knows," she blurted out sharply, making him shut up and look at her thoughtful.   "What do you mean, John, knows?" he asked now paying attention and listening to her at last.   "John knows Sid was having sex with me, Sid had that accident running from John. John was coming down our road when Sid backed out of our drive. John was suspicious when he saw it was Sid, then when Sid ran John went after him. If he would have caught him, he would have killed him with his bare hands, but Sid pulled out in front of that truck, to get away from John.   I was going down the hill when John was coming back up; he ordered me back home and told me to strip off when we got in the house. When he saw my swollen pussy, he knew Sid had fucked me.  If he had come into the house and not chased Sid, he would have found me naked on the bed. Then he would have killed Sid with his bare hands when he got hold of him. That's what I meant Frank when I said you can't come here anymore, it's far too dangerous if John caught us now he'd kill us both."  Frank gave a laugh, shaking his head.   "I don't think John's capable of killing anyone Janet, you're a bit dramatic there, and anyway you said he knows Sid was fucking you. He doesn't know I am, so I'm not going to stop fucking you." He said definitely back at her, Janet shook her head, looking at him hard.   "John was in the SBS Frank, he's a trained killer, he's Commando trained." Frank was looking a bit worried now, but he was still focused on his main concern.   "All right I believe you so we can't meet here anymore, but you're not saying I can't fuck you again?" He asked and I saw Janet nodding her head, as she answered a little breathlessly and quiet, and looked like she was getting sexually excited.   "Yes Frank I do want you to keep fucking me, but we'll have to find somewhere else, somewhere safe for us to do it." She said, fiddling with the waistband of her skirt, and it slipped to the floor, showing her flesh-coloured silk panties.  Frank was spellbound, at the sight of her in them, as now Janet was undoing her blouse, but he was still transfixed.   "Frank, you are going to fuck me now, aren't you?" she asked breathless removing her blouse and bra. Standing looking almost naked in those tiny knickers, she watched him start to strip.   "Aren't you taking your panties off Janet?" he asked, finally naked rubbing his cock hard.   "No Frank you are!" she said stepping to him and reaching out to hold his cock, then dropping to her knees to start sucking him.  I could appreciate the look on his face, as she moved her mouth on his dick, I had felt the same when she sucked mine on Sunday.  When she stood up, he peeled her panties off, kissing her mound of Venus, making her shy, as she parted her legs, to push her crouch onto his mouth.   Then she sat spreading her legs, so he could eat her fanny, she had an orgasm, as he lapped up her juices.  Then she wrapped her legs around him when he mounted her, then dropped to her knees again when he pulled out to suck him off.  They had not spoken a word since she told him he was taking her panties off, as she was sucking, the last of his cum from him he asked.   "Janet can you meet me again on Thursday, I'd like to fuck you more often, we can always book a room in a hotel, for an hour or so if you like.  I didn't like forcing you as Sid did; I want you to want me to fuck you." Janet looked up at him, and finally admitted her true feelings about them having sex.   "Yes Frank I'd like that, I've always liked the way you two have been fucking me, I liked it when the two of you were here taking it in turns to fuck me.  I liked Sid forcing me roughly to let him fuck me, I just like being fucked, you know Frank you could have fucked me more often if you had taken me somewhere and forced yourself on me.   I found out about nine months ago, I like being forcibly fucked it excites me. My old neighbour's husband forced himself on me one night; he was drunk and fucked me in fount of his naked wife. He had already stripped her off, to fuck her but turned on me instead. Seeing her watching us naked as he fucked me, gave me the biggest orgasm's I had up till then."   "When you and Sid threatened me, with those photos it shocked and excited me. That first time with the two of you, I was very scared about coming to meet you. Then having the two of you, striping me off, had me wildly excited. I was so worked up I almost past out when I had to suck you, as Sid fucked me from behind.  That's why I was upset when you said you were going to shag me separately, Frank if you want to kidnap me for sex anytime, don't tell me you just do it."   Janet said smiling up at him and kissed his soft cock, then she stood up and as they kissed, he grabbed a handful of her fanny and pushing her back onto the bed. He started fingering her, as he sucked on her tit, making her have another orgasm that I witnessed, spurting from her cunt.   When they finally went, he had been there for almost an hour.  Annette had told me, Janet had been flushed with embarrassment when Robert had fucked Janet. When in truth she became aroused, with Robert shagging her, with a naked Annette watching them.  Shit, I had a bigger problem than I thought, I had got rid of one bastard, only to find Janet was now inviting Frank, to fuck her more often.  When I got rid of Frank and the Greek, how was I going to stop her finding other blokes to fuck her? I would have to cross that bridge when I came to it, firstly I wanted those photos, he again said he had them in his cab, tonight I will see if I can get them.   At ten forty-five, I was in the shadows by Frank's carport, waiting for him to come home. With the local pubs closing at ten, the only fares after ten-thirty would be in the city, and we couldn't go there.  I had been waiting here for him from ten thirty, and lights were now approaching.   He stepped from his car and turned to close the door, as I came out of the shadows. I hit him on the seconded vertebrae below the skull, with an extended knuckle punch. Then catching him as he crumpled, I lowered Frank unconscious to the floor. Picking up his moneybag, so there would be a motive for the attack on him, I went to the passenger's side.  Opening the door, I only had minutes at the most to search under the dashboard, before he came around and would raise merry hell.   Yes, I had been right, and there they were. A plastic bag taped down, to the top of the glove compartment, a quick pull and I was back in the shadows. Over the back fence, though the garden beyond, and onto the next road to his.  Down the road to the deli to my parked car,   start it and roll it out quietly. Turn the sidelights on when the front wheels hit the road, so you do not light up the houses opposite, by turning on your headlights, before you are driving straight down the road.   Into the all-night fuel stop, wave at Sally the night teller sitting safe and sound in her locked booth, and fill up the car.  Give Sally a dollar coin for the coffee machine, and sign my docket for the fuel I have just put in. Then pull out of the way, under the lights to see just what I had gotten. The plastic bag had an envelope and a thirty-five-millimetre film container in it.  The envelope contained ten photos, all of Janet and the Greek, two of her sucking his cock, one had been zoomed in for a close-up. Four of them had them groping each other, his hand up her skirt and his dick in her hand as they kissed.  The other four were of his back, as he stood in the back passenger's door, with his legs slightly bent.   His trousers were around his ankles, holding her legs either side of him. The four photos were taken seconds apart, the slight difference in his stance suggested the movement of his hips. It was far too obvious what they were doing, you could not argue otherwise.  Frank and Sid must have shown her them and demanded sex to keep quiet. On opening the film canister, I found a roll of thirty-five-millimetre film negatives. There were thirty-six frames on the roll; the last four were unexposed and blank. The ten previous ones to them were the ones of Janet and the Greek.   It seems he had sacrificed the last four, to get the film developed quickly.  I studied the rest of the negatives but was not sure, if I was seeing them right in this light and went home to have a better look at them.  I held them flat, on the white kitchen worktop, and I got Bobby's magnifying glass and saw negative images of naked women sunbathing in their gardens. One's of naked young children, playing in and around there swimming pools. There were photos taken through windows, of cupules having sex in their living rooms.  There were two photos, of Frank posing by his taxi.   Thank you, Frank, I now knew how I was going to fix your old son! I separated the ten negatives photos of Janet from the rest, and then wiped the negatives clean. Putting the negative roll back into the container, I also wiped that clean.  I made sure I wiped the plastic bag clean of my prints, and carefully put the container into the bag. Wrapped the bag in tissues I put it safely in my pocket, hid the negatives and photos of Janet in my truck, and went quietly to bed. Making sure not to disturb Janet, as I did not want to speak to her right now, maybe tomorrow or Friday we will see.   Thursday morning at four, I was outside the Armadale police station. Quickly I filled out the form to apply for the advanced driving course, which the police were promoting.  I posted the form in the mailbox along with the plastic bag, with the canister of negatives cupped in my hand.  Wondering how quickly the police would act, on the evidence I had just supplied, quickly I hoped, Janet had invited Frank to fuck her today.     Justin renewed his invitation to go clubbing next weekend when his sister was once again staying with him. They were going to the peacock club, to start the night's party, and then going back to a friend's house, to finish the night off.  This was the third time, he had asked Janet and me out, the first time he asked me, to bring Janet around to his place for drinks was just after he saw the first tape, only I was not ready to forgive her yet.   The second time was after that Friday, I think he showed his sister the tape. I was under the impression; they wanted to meet Janet after they had seen her fucking on the tape, why I could not quite work out.  I was not ready anyway, I still had today to think about, where were Janet and Frank going to meet, I had no way of stopping them.  It would not be at my place anymore, and I could not follow her around. No, I'd just have to hope, the police find the negatives as soon as possible, and act on what they saw.   Janet went off at eight-thirty, and I checked Wednesday's tape, and found nothing incriminating on it at all, so it had taped over them again.  Reset the camera just in case they came back here, and then off to the railway station, and more beauty products to deliver.  It was a good day delivering them; I worked solidly all day, running through the northern suburbs, with two full loads.   There was so much Avon products coming over, we didn't have enough trucks to deliver it all during daylight hours so four of us were told to go back to the station, to pick up some more loads.  That had been offloaded from the train and left standing in the yard I didn't get home until seven when I was normally home by five.   I could see nothing about Janet, which told me if she had or had not seen Frank. I had not heard her booking off at any time today, but that did not prove anything.  If they met here, I would have it on tape, if it were not on tape, they could have met elsewhere, it was driving me nuts, not knowing.   There was the normal Thursday night customer traffic, but I did not see Frank at all.   Home just after ten, and caught most of the news, twisted Janet's arm, and talked her into having sex. By playing with her as she undressed, and making her hot by kissing her fanny.    She seemed reluctant at first, but when I said she had done it Sunday, she gingerly held my dick and kissed it, then seemingly getting braver.   She pulled back my foreskin, to lick and kiss the knob. Then braver still, she sucked it into her mouth and finding out she really did like it, and began to gobble me energetically.  When I pulled her on top of me so I could eat her pussy as well, it was a good act from her, making out she didn't know if she liked it or not.  I could not be sure, but I do not think she did meet Frank; after all, her fanny did not look like it had been fucked. She certainly enjoyed several fingered orgasms, and it became slightly swollen, by the time I finished fucking her.  Then I lay fondling her body until she fell asleep.   Friday morning Frank was not on the tape, and I heard nothing of him all day.  Friday night I called around Justin's place and sneaked onto his veranda, and watched him fucking Melanie through the window, and when I got home, Janet said.   "Not again John?" When I came home and stood behind her chair. To push my hands down into her blouse, and played with her tits and nipples.  She was panting when I opened her legs, to kiss her fanny, then I give her an orgasm, with my fingers as I sucked her nipples.  This time she was not shy at all when I got her hot and naked in the bedroom. She readily sucked my cock when I pushed her onto her knees.  I thought about chocking her with it, by making her swallow it, but no that will come later, when she got used to me, being the dominant husband.   Chapter 13  I was home when Tony came for the truck Saturday morning, Janet already had his tea and muffin ready.   "Thank you, Janet," Tony said smiling at Janet, then turned to me and asked.   "What about Frank then John, I knew he liked his camera, didn't think he'd use it like that, did you?" Janet and I both looked at him.   "Sorry, Tony I don't know what you're talking about, what's Frank done?" I asked, and he looked surprised.   "Haven't you heard, he got arrested on Thursday the police searched his house. He had a darkroom there, and had hundreds of photos, of his neighbours, sunbathing nude in their gardens. Also, photos of young boys and girls, playing naked in swimming pools with their mums and dads. Sally one of our ambulance crew, her husband's in the police said he told her, they had found many photos, he had taken through windows, of couples in their homes having sex.  There are photos taken up in the hills, of a woman with her panties down having a pee in the bushes. Photos of courting couples in the woods, and at the old quarry they have him in the pokey in Perth now. Alison has taken the girls up to Mora with her mum and dad."   Tony rattled off a long least, of Frank's wrongdoings. I listened to him with an eye on Janet; she had gone white and almost fainted, at the mention of photos of courting couples, up at the quarry.  She must have thought, they were the ones of her and the Greek, she went into the kitchen, and then as I finished my tea I asked.   "Fancy another cuppa Tony?" I asked standing and followed Janet to the kitchen, where she had her hands on the rim of the sink, staring down into it.   "You alright love?" I asked hiding the smile within me, as I thought you're bloody worried now you bitch. Now I have you there I'm going to keep you on edge and keep that nagging feeling, that you're going to be found out.   "It's a good job, we didn't have much to do with him, Janet. He might have done, his peeping tom act around here," I said making her look at me, then look a lot sicker when I said to Tony.   "I wonder what the police will do with the photos, will they inform the people, that they have them and will need the people in them to register a complaint." Oh, dear didn't Janet look ill, she really should lie down before she falls down.   "I suppose I'll have to work tonight, we will be two cab's short now. Even if he doesn't go to prison, they take his taxi license off him that's for sure, Frank won't be showing his face around here again, he'll be hounded out if he tries.  Tell you what Tony, it might pay you to hire the spear taxi from black and white when your off duty from the ambulance's, I'm sure they would let you." I said and Tony look thoughtful, as he went to my truck and we both drove off.   Just after lunch, I was home, as there wasn't a lot of trade about now the shops had shut. We had had a good weekend out last weekend, and as I was going to work that night, we stayed in the garden, getting the sun and drinking cool drinks, as the boys played in their favourite place the pool.  At two Janet got up to go to the kitchen, to refresh her fruit cocktail, I got up and followed, taking her glass from her as we entered the kitchen.   "Oh, John no it's too hot," she wined as taking her hand, I pulled her towards the bedroom.   "Please John," she begged as I bent her over at the dressing table. Pulling down her shorts and panties, and played with her pussy until it was wet.  Then fingered her to an orgasm, before fucking her from behind, and all just in front of the camera, which I had reset when I came home.  Then I put her on the bed, where I removed the rest of her clothing, to play and lick her wet pussy, before making her suck my cock hard, so I could fuck her, in front of the camera again.   I was out and working at five, as the first part of the night was getting busy. It would quieten down later when we had all the partygoers to where they were going, and then it would get busy again when they wanted to go home.  At eight I was in Madington and went down Railway Avenue, this was where Andy and Sandra had lived, I didn't know if they still did, so I drove down to where I thought their house was.   Pulling up outside I checked my front wheel, then closely inspect it by kneeling. As the road was slightly higher than their garden, I was level with their living room window and parked under the street light. I'd be seen if they lookout, to see who was parked there and I was right this was their place.   "Hello John, you got a problem?" he asked standing at his door, with just a pair of baggy shorts on.  I bet they were the same ones he had on when we went hunting with him. He hadn't worn underpants then, I had seen Janet staring at him as he sat opposite her open-legged. He had done it deliberately, so she could see up the leg of his shorts, and see his cock.   "Oh hi Andy not really, thought the front was a bit soft but it's alright. How are you and Sandra, well I hope?" Janet hadn't told me about the shorts, I had noticed it myself as he and sat down on that low camping seat he had.   "Bloody good mate, come on in and say hello, Sandra would love to see you," he said putting his hand on my shoulder, as I stepped up beside him.   "Go on in I'll get you a drink, what will it be rum or whiskey?"   "Tea please I'm working, can't afford to lose my license," I answered turning into the living room, as he went down the hallway to the kitchen.  She didn't get up from the chair, she was curled up in but just lifted her lips, to me as I bent to kiss her. She was wearing a short dressing gown, that showed most of her legs, and I was sure she was naked under it. I bet Andy had just pulled on those shorts when he saw me outside, I'd say they were both sitting naked watching telly.  I sat across the coffee table from her, and looked at her legs, as she smiled back at me knowing I was but didn't do anything to cover herself up.   "You're looking as lovely as ever Sandra," I said, and she gave me a sweet smile thank you. Then leaning forward to pick up her drink, she showed me her cleavage at the top of her dressing gown opening slightly for a brief moment, before sitting back, and the gap closed.   Then Andy came in with my tea, and two glasses of what looked like whiskey. He gave me my tea and he exchanged her empty glass, for a full one as he sat on the arm of her chair. She leaned ageist him, and he put his right arm around her neck, with his hand hanging down in front of her.   "How's Janet John, she still the sexy looking girl she was?" Andy asked smiling, he hadn't changed at all, still upfront and directed. He had never been bashful about how he liked looking at Janet; mind you, I liked looking at Sandra as well.   "Yes Andy still as lovely, and still got a nice ass," I said looking at Sandra's eyes, that had half-closed, her breath was a little laboured as well. Then I noticed Andy's right-hand fingers moving slightly, he was teasing her nipple, though her dressing gown. It was making her sexy, by him doing it with me sitting there.   "It's a shame you didn't join our club John, we have twenty couples as members in Perth now. We have our own little swinger's circuit now, some of the eastern states club members, come over once every three months, where we have some really good orgies.  I'm hosting one soon, we always start off at the peacock club, then come back here for fun and games. We're just having a foursome this weekend, you should bring Janet out and join us.  Come on out the back, and see what I've done to the pool bar-b-q area."   I followed him into the games room, and then on out through the patio doors. The pool area around the twenty by twelve sunken swimming pool was tiled with a mosaic pattern. The garden surrounded by roofed timber cabanas, the inward and upward sloping roofs supported by eight feet upright posts. Each of the cabaña was eight feet deep, from the rafters hung ornate Chinese lanterns.   In each of the right hand, and bottom cabanas had a reclining sunbed, big enough for four people to lie on, and they had big fluffy cushions, on them.  I counted eight sunbeds, with a two-foot six gap between them. A bench like a coffee table, between them at their head.   In the left-hand side cabana, he had a well-appointed bar, that he could stand behind to serve drinks, and there were tasteful tables and chairs, placed about the tiled area.  I was very impressed with the whole effect, and turning to Sandra said how nice it was. She was just sitting down on one of the beds, and laying back she looked at me smiling, with one very shapely leg completely uncovered. Andy moved over to her side, and sat on the coffee table like bench between the beds, handing her the drink he had just refreshed.   "They're really comfortable John, come over and try it out," he said smiling and slipping his hand into the top of Sandra's dressing gown.  Openly groped her tit as she smiled at me, then he lifted his hand and moved it to her right, taking the dressing gown with it to completely uncovering half of her bronzed tanned naked body.   "Here John you have that half of her, and I'll have this half its time for a little fun, Sandra's always wanted you to fuck her. You can't really say no to her now," Andy said now uncovering her completely, showing her shaven pussy between her parted legs.  She looked pleased when she saw, what was hanging between my legs. She wasted no time in sucking it hard when I knelt at her head, to finger her very wet pussy, while Andy sucked her tits and had his cock massaged.  After I fucked her she knelt sucking my cock, as Andy fucked her from her rear.   "You'll have to bring Janet around, for a pool party one weekend John. I'm sure I have a way to convince her, that sex is fun with more than one." Andy said as he gave Sandra a good fucking, by pulling his cock out of her, to fingering her to a climax than to fuck her with his cock, then fingering her repeatedly.  I would have to remember that trick, the next time I fucked Janet, it seemed to do the thing for Sandra. She had mutable orgasms in the twenty minutes he used his cock and fingers on her and she was verbal, with each one.  I had a very good night kiss and grope, from a naked Sandra as I was leaving. I had to promise a naked Andy, I'd bring Janet around sometime.   Because as Andy had put it, I now owed him a shag that only Janet could pay off. He had said it, with his arm around Sandra fondling her tit, as Sandra and I had a hot French kiss, just inside the front door.  Then as I was getting into the car, I looked back at the house, and saw the door ajar, her smiling face peering around it waving goodbye.  As I drove home, I thought of a question, I had to ask Justin.   I didn't really know if Janet was asleep or not, so I didn't bother her, as I slipped into bed. I had promised Andy, I would bring her to his place very soon. When I did it was then up to him, to persuade her to have sex with him. That wouldn't be for a month or so, the Greek had to be dealt with first, and she still had to learn, that from now on I was going to dictate her sex life.  I think she had started to realize, I wasn't taking no for an answer anymore when I wanted sex with her, and I was making her suck my cock each time.  She found out early Sunday afternoon, she hadn't quite been forgiven for her letting Sid into her pants when I took her into the bedroom.   "John do we have to now?" she said as I lead her through the door. I turned on her and picked her up, and she squealed as she flew through the air to land on the bed, then stared shocked at me, as I started taking my clothes off.   "Get undressed, and do as you're bloody told!" I said angrily, stepping out of my pants.   "Did you say that to Sid, when he brought you in here, or did he have to drag you, in here kicking and screaming? Perhaps he brought you in here and just sat with you to talk about the lovely weather.  If you had said no to him at the start, you wouldn't be getting treated like this now, you gave him what he wanted when he wanted it, from now on, I'm telling you when I want you to open your legs."  She looked a little freighted and tearful, but her cheeks were flushed and her tits rose and fell, with her breathing.   My talking to her that way was having the effect I had wanted, she was sitting on the side of the bed, taking her panties off her feet, when I pulled her head onto my cock. There was no hesitation from her, as she opened her mouth when my cock neared it.  She coughed and sputtered twice, but didn't complain, when I pushed my cock, too far into her mouth and I felt my knob, nudging the entrances to her throat.   Then she felt like a clay model doll, as I put her body where I wanted it, only her reactions were not that, of a lifeless doll as I gave her orgasm's, with my fingers and sucking her clit. She gasped and sexually moaned as I did Andy's trick, of fingering and fucking her alternately. Then I left her sitting on the floor, with her back to the bed staring at me shocked, sputtering and gasping for breath when I finished myself off by fucking her mouth.   Her eyes had looked up at me, and she had steeled herself when she realized I wasn't pulling out, as my cock started throbbing in her mouth. She was forced to swallow when I filled her mouth, and she was utterly shocked that I had done it and made her take it all by holding her head.  She was still flushed when she joined us out by the pool, to lay quietly sunbathing on her lounger, as I played with the boys in the pool.   Then just before three, she obediently got up, and followed me back inside, to the bedroom. When I stood over her and nodded towards the house, she might not have wanted to, but she sounded like she did enjoy it when I got her naked and on the bed, fingering her to an orgasm.   She did suck me enthusiastically before I fucked her, but this time I filled her fanny, then fingered her to another messy orgasm after.  When she really got used to doing what I told her to do, I would think about taking her to see Andy. It was still early days, I didn't think she was quite ready yet, maybe when the Greek was dealt with.  Funny here I was planning, to have Janet fucked by someone else when not long ago, I would have been horrified at the idea.  Seeing her fucked by those three and liking it, had changed my whole aspect of having sex.   Chapter 14 Justin was surprised to see me early when he opened the door to me, "hi just having breakfast, want a cup of tea?" he asked inviting me in and leading the way to the kitchen.  With my tea in hand, and him chewing on his toast I asked.   "Do you know a chap, called Andy Simons Justin?" he stopped chewing and looked at me with a surprised look.   "Err yes John I do, do you know him as well?" he asked putting his toast on the plate and looking at me with interest.   "Yes Justin from way back, I used to work with him only you know him for other reasons I know of. I'd like an honest answer from you if you don't mine, have you shown him the tapes of my wife. You said I could trust you, have you shown them, to anyone other than your sister?" I asked making him sit up, and look at me wide-eyed.   "No John I haven't, and how do you know about my sister seeing them?" he asked me back, a bit wary of me now.   "You're the intelligent officer; work it out for yourself. Next weekend you're taking her, to meet friends at the Peacock Club. You are starting the night there, then on to a friend's place for an all-night do.  Andy's having a foursome orgy Saturday that he has asked me to, their starting at the Peacock club, you are taking your sister as a partner to the orgy. That would mean you are already fucking her. You are taking her there to be fucked by Andy, while you get your end away, with his wife Sandra.   I have no problem with that Justin; Andy has asked me again to join their club as you asked me to introduce Janet to you because you and Andy both want to fuck her.  When I have dealt with the Greek, I may take her to one of Andy's orgies, because I want to see her being fucked, but not by that fucking Greek.  So, Justin, what I want to know is, has anyone other than your sister seen them?" I asked again, looking him in the eye.   "No John, no honest I haven't shown them to anyone, and I didn't mean Melanie to see it either, she went into my den when I was pouring drinks and went to my hideaway.  She wanted a sex tape to watch and picked up one of your wive. She had it in the player before I realized which one she had, and she would not let me switch it off when she saw it was not actors role-playing. Realizing it was not a professionally made movie, made it even sexier for her to watch, especially when she saw his big cock, and she loved what he did to your wife.   We stayed up most of the night watching it, and I had to fuck her with a banana. Sorry, John but it really turned Melanie on, oh and Melanie does not know she is your wife. I never told her that and she likes you John, but how do you feel about me with my sister. Only Andy knows who she is in the club and that we are committing incest." Justin said very apologetically, we had to leave to go to the airport, and as we got in the car I reassured him.   "Doesn't worry me, Justin, what is she a year younger than you, my sister was five years older than me. I used to spy on her and her boyfriend when he shagged her in our front room, for four years I watched them.  For four years, I wanted to creep into her bedroom and shag her myself. I used to love looking at her naked and seeing her being shagged, I have never gotten tired, of looking at lovely women. Your sister has a lovely pair of tits; you should get that curtain fixed."   "The one in the living room, that looks out onto your veranda," I said looking across at him, because for some time now he had ridden in the front passenger's seat, it made it better to talk.   "Fuck you've seen me fucking Melanie, though that window I'll have to look at that when I get home. Err would you like to shag Melanie John?" he asked in a hesitant way, and I was thinking he was going to offer a swop.   "Wouldn't mind Justin, but would you mind if I did?" I answered his question with another, and he answered laughing.   "Not in the least John, I've watched her being fucked lots of times. I like watching when two or three get hold of her, she loves it when they do. She says it's like getting raped by a gang, you're helpless but you're safe," he said smiling as we pulled up to departure, and he got out then looked back.     "Anyway, she said she likes you and is encouraging Malcolm to do business with you, it would mean she would have contact with you, and well maybe? if you're not busy tonight, why don't you pop around we'll chat."  He closed the door and went into the airport terminal.   I was home at eight for breakfast give Janet the keys and got Saturday's tape out of the camera. I reset the camera with an empty tape and then sat down with a cup of tea, watching myself fucking Janet on Saturday and regretted, not setting the camera for Sunday.  I had positioned her just right when I had stood her at the dressing table. I had a full-frame of her cunt as I was fingering it, you could see her getting wetter and wetter, and when I fucked her, my cock was shining wet, with her dripping fanny juice.     When I finished transferring the tape, I hid them away and went out to do some work that turned out to be a run of the mill sort of day. I made over my hundred dollars a day profit target. We were doing well if I could earn five hundred dollars profit from the taxi truck.  That coved all the living costs and all the bills we had, anything over we could bank. That was just from the taxi truck, we paid black and white twenty per cent of all the fares, as their commission.   The rest of the money coming in from the taxi was all profit because the fuel and other costs were already covered, and the thousand dollars we averaged, from both of us running the taxi sixteen hours a day, was swelling our bank balance.  Even with Janet taking hours off to get fucked, we still made twice as much, as a couple working at normal jobs, mind you; we hardly ever saw each other.   I had plans to rectify that if Malcolm came through with his offer. I found out I could lease three new trucks like mine, much cheaper than buying two new ones. Being on a lease contract meant the trucks, would be changed every three years. With the right contract from Malcolm, I should be able to sit at home running the business.  I had to keep my Janet on a short lead and keep her under my thumb, only my plans would not work if the Greek spirited her away from me. I had to make life with me, better than having his dick.     I was out with the taxi at six, as the start of Friday nights were always busy. By eight it got quirt, so I headed for Justin's street. Justin welcomed me in when I knocked on his door.   "Hi, John hoped you'd come around, been thinking of you and your wife joining the club. If you did Melanie would recognize her, and I did not think you wanted her to know, you have those tapes of her.  So if you intend to join, you'd better let me know before, so I can warn Melanie she's not to recognize her when she sees her at Andy's place. I presume that's where we will meet her first," Justin said as we sat in his living room after I refused a drink.   "I suppose so Justin, she knows Andy and Sandra. I not quite sure what he meant when he said he has something that would help make her more amenable, to accept having sex within a group," Justin smiled nodding and sat up in his chair.   "He gave some sex drug to Melanie one night, although she didn't really need it. She said she wanted to try it when he told us he had some sex elixir. Which he said is guaranteed to make nuns want fucking.  There were ten cupules, and two free-ranging stallions there. We were there at two Saturday afternoon, until ten Sunday morning. The two stallions never left Melanie's side, and the ten men that were there with me included fucked her at least once. Like I said it didn't really prove anything, she would have let them all fuck her anyway, without the sex drug," Justin laughed as he finished talking, and then listened as I asked.   "You said Melanie went to your hideaway to get a sex tape when she pulled Janet's one out. Have you many, and can I have a loan of one? I want to show Janet them, and see if she likes seeing others shagging. More than two people if you have one Justin," he smiled and stood up, and went to a wooden sideboard. Pulling a drawer completely out, he reached right into the back of the opening, and pulled out six tapes, looked at one and put it back.   "You don't want that one, it of your wife. Here this is the one I think you're like, it's a drunken swinger's party. Five blokes' two girls plenty of fucking in that, and they double-end the girls, as well as a double entry.  Not being funny John, but seeing what she and he did on that tape, this should turn her on. Because the men dominate the girls, just like he did to her. I might be wrong but I don't think I am," he said handing me the tape and then sitting back in his chair.   "Any idea of when you're thinking of attending one of our meetings, I rang Melanie earlier. Told her you would be shagging her soon, she was over the moon at the news. When I told her the lady on that tape, was Janet your wife. She thought you had taken the video of them fucking until I told her the truth. She has promised to keep your secret from Andy, and the rest," Justin said smiling.  I knew there would be more as he put a videotape, into the player and switched it on. It was of Melanie posing naked on a bed, giving fleeting glimpses, of her pussy, as she moved from one pose to another. It lasted for ten minutes, with just her on the bed.   "She told me to show that to you, she says that's her waiting for you," Justin said with a chuckle, as he turned it off and pulling the tape out he asked.   "What is it three weeks before he's due again John, you got it all sussed out yet. Have you got anywhere, with being dominant with her like you said?" Justin asked a little wearily, seeing it could be a delicate subject.   "Oh yes Justin the third Monday from now, my problem with the Greek should be resolved, but as you said before you don't want to know about that. I will tell you when it's done, and when I'll see you at Andy's, you're want to be there for Janet's first visit!  She is now getting used to doing what I want and doesn't talk back, she's has learned not to say no now. When I make her watch this tape, she'll see the girls being fucked by more than one man.  I'd like more videos of girls, with more than one feller to show her, or videos of orgy's, to get her used to seeing group sex."   "Then when I take her to Andy's, she'll know what's going to happen there. She will realize, that's what's going to happen to her as well. So if you have any, I would appreciate you lending them to me."  Justin was nodding in agreement but was looking a bit hesitant.   "John you haven't seen this, and you don't know of its existence I am letting you have this because you gave me her tapes. It has been taped against all club rules, and without other members knowing of its existence.  Melanie and I went to a club meeting, in Melbourne two years ago. With some of the Perth faction, Malcolm thought we were going to a rock concert he paid for the hotel we never stayed in. I got talking to this chap there about my job, I was invited back to Melbourne, to do some hush-hush security work. It was for this high up member of the club, no one was to know the work was done, and I was paid very well by the individual."   "I went to the party when the cameras were switched on, to test them and I made a copy of one video for myself. It is the middle six hours session, of an eighteen-hour orgy held one Saturday to Sunday. None of the Perth faction was there, so you or Janet will not recognize anyone.  You do not even see me in it, because I was with the recording equipment. Please if anyone found out about that tape, I'd be kicked out of the club, and there would be an uproar in Melbourne. So please, please do not let it out of your sight.  You can keep it as long as you like, but I do want it back." Justin said coming back from his hidey-hole and handing me the tape.   "Thanks, Justin I won't let you down, this will be kept in a safe place until I give it back to you. Oh and I have a friend that you might like to help me with, she wants to be kidnapped and forced to have sex.  She wants the experience but also wants to be safe and I'm thinking you're the man for the job, would you like to do that Justin?" I asked taking the tape from him and I placed it with the others.  His face had lit up with a big smile, then he tilted his head to one side and asked.   "Do you want me to video her, or are you saying I can join in on her rape?" I smiled he was defiantly up for this, and I had to laugh then said.   "I can't shag her more than once an hour myself Justin. That would not be much of gang rape, would it? Of course, you have to join in, and we will have to do it here. I was thinking of getting a hood for her, so she wouldn't know who attacked her when we had her in here. We can't video her being raped; she'll see who's doing it."  I could see the relief as I spoke, and he was smiling again.   "Did she actually say she wanted to be raped John, or are you assuming that's what she meant?"   "That's a good question Justin, she actually said she would like to be taken somewhere, and be forced to do what the Greek made Janet do after she saw the tape, of the Greek and Janet."  Justin's mouth dropped open.   "Shit, you showed her that, what made you do that?" he asked, looking more attentive.   "I was shagging her while I was still angry at Janet, and Mary asked why. It just came out, and Mary begged to see the tape.  Seeing Janet and the Greek, turned Mary on so much, she wants to be forced to submit to anything we like to do to her, and to be sexually mistreated like Janet was. I've already forced my cock down her throat."   "I want to give her the full experience; I can with your help Justin. Are you up for a bit of sexual fun and games? She hasn't said what she wants to be done to her, that's up to us to think of what to do. So long as it is not disfiguring, or leaving long-lasting marks on her, her husband mustn't notice anything different's about her.  Wednesday nights would be the best time, as he goes away Tuesdays and comes home Fridays, if that's alright with you, let me know and I'll tell her to be ready," Justin nodded smiling and stuck his hand out.   "Will do John but it won't be this Wednesday, too short a notice can do Wednesday after," I shook his hand saying,   "Fare enough Justin" I left him to organize, what we needed to make it work, there wasn't really any rush, Mary wasn't going off the boil anytime soon.   Chapter 15 There was no opportunity to show the tapes, to Janet throughout the week, though I did lift her nightdress every night. She never complained, also, we did not have any, unwelcome intruders captured on the recorder. Which was fully expected seeing one of them was dead, another in the pokey, the last one a thousand miles from here.  Saturday was going to be a good day, the boys had been invited to a birthday party, I had to drop them off at midday. Picking them up at five would give me all afternoon to be alone with Janet. I should be able to get somewhere, with her training.  It also turned out to be a good Saturday morning, I had a good run of fares and was home at eleven, cleaned the car before taking the boys.   "Look someone's left a bag with some videos tapes in my cab Janet! Must have been that last fare I had, or nobody noticed it under the seat for a while," I said to Janet carrying the bag indoors with Justin's tapes in it, and putting it on the coffee table.   "I'll check them out when I come back, might be holiday videos. We'll see if we can recognize anyone, and return them, come on boys, or you're going to be late." I said ushering them out to the car, hoping Janet's nosiness would get the better of her.  I had placed the tape, of the five men and two women on top of the orgy tape. I was gambling her inquisitive nature would get the better of her, and she would look at it first.  Five minutes to the Martins house, a few minutes to say hello, then five minutes back home, fifteen minutes should be enough.   I was right, when I gently and quietly opened the door she was sitting glued to the TV screen. The screen showed five naked men and two women, frolicking about on a very big bed. Both of the girls were sucking cock while one of them being fucked, the other had two men playing with her fanny, one was fingering her with most of his hand.   While the other was holding her fanny lips open, and teasing her clitoris, while she was spurting cum, from her orgasm.  Janet was already breathing heavy, and with her back to me, I could not see if she was playing with herself. She jumped with fright when I got to her chair, and put my hands on her tits and said.   "Fuck she is enjoying that Janet, would you like to cum like she is?" Janet shuddered and moaned, as I teased both her hard nipples, then slipped my hands onto her blouse, and onto her hot tits.  One man had laid on his back and pulled her onto him, pushing his cock into her cunt he started to fuck her. She was still sucking a cock, and her third assailant spread her buttocks to fuck her arse.   I had Janet's blouse open, and one tit out of her bra, my other hand was up under her skirt, playing with her clit and feeling her wet pussy. Had her panting heaver, as my fingers slipped into her?   She must have been close to orgasm already because she vibrated and groaned. My hand got very wet and very sticky, with my fingers now wiggling inside her pussy. She bearded down with the orgasm, which had her body contorting.  Giving a cry's of anguish, she jerked wildly as she stared at me wide-eyed.   "O my fuck John, o fucking Aarrr, oh my god look at them John, there are three men doing it to her, oh my god, I'm coming again, Ooohhh fuucckk."  A fresh flood came from her, trickling down through my fingers, as the girl on the telly gulped, and you saw her cheeks bulging. The man pulled his cock from her mouth, and his cock was still spurting his cum.  Then a trickle of white cum appeared at the corner of her open mouth, as the jet of cum filled it to overflowing.   The camera moved to the other girl, where the two men were changing places, she was laying leg's wide open, showing her shaven pussy with white cum oozing from it, the young man who had just fucked her was giving her his cum covered cock to suck.  I said as the other boy, was getting ready to take his place to fuck her.   "I love the look of her shaven cunt Janet, I'm going to shave yours smooth like that latter, god doesn't she like sucking cock, here suck mine, Janet. I'll fuck you when we've finished watching this video, then we will see what the other one is. I hope it's as good as this one, god! are you having another orgasm?"  I asked as she sucked hard on my cock, and her fanny vibrated on my hand. 'Good I thought,' looking at this had turned her on, much more than I had hoped for. I'm hoping the next tape, will be more sexually shocking to Janet, then what she was looking at right now, these were pretty actors playing out a fantasy.   The next tape should show ordinary people, happily having sex in groups. Justin had said, it was taken six hours into the orgy. By then there should be plenty of naked bodies, performing sexual acts, in groups as well as in pairs. I was hoping for some lesbian acts too, seeing some women would be left to their own devices, with three or four of their men, ganging up to fuck one woman somewhere.   Not that I really knew what happened at ogres. I was only going by what Andy had told me, while we had been away on that hunting trip without the girls.  Janet hadn't wanted to go and Sandra couldn't go for some reason. Andy was still trying to convince me, to join his swingers club, As we were sat by the campfire, having a few beers he told me of some of the orgy's, he and Sandra had been to, over in Sidney and Melbourne. All had been all weekend affairs, from Friday night to Sunday midday.   "Two couples went with us, to Melbourne from Perth, there were four other couples on Friday night when the orgy started at six. As the night went on, more couples joined us, by Saturday midday there were more than forty people there.  Sandra loved it, every time a new couple came in, the man would see one of the girls from Perth, he had not shagged before, and he wanted to fuck the new girl, so Sandra was taken away to a bed quite often.     In Sidney, someone told Sandra, to sit on a padded seat, which had a two-inch long rubber dick in the middle. Sandra had to it put into her fanny, then someone turned on a switch, and the rubber dick moved six inches up and down.  They held Sandra on it for half an hour, while this thing fucked her, we got something similar so we can have a girls cock riding contest."   Andy said sounding quite proud, of what they got up to, Janet looked like she was going to have another orgasm, so I pulled her off the chair knelt her facing the telly, and pulled off her panties.  I fucked her doggy style, as her body vibrated with the orgasm she was having.   The video finish was rather tamely and ended before I finished fucking her. I gave her no time to cool down and stripped her off in the bedroom. laying her on the bed, I took my time washing and shaving her fanny, and from the sounds, she was making, the experience wasn't unpleasant for her. I had totally enjoyed it myself, and when I finished her pussy looked so delicious, I had to eat it. I took my time licking her cream from it, because she had climaxed as I was finishing shaving her, and I tongue fucked her to another while rubbing her clit.  When I finished fucking her again, it was time to pick up the boys, so I left her on the bed recovering and took the videos with me. I would get the second tape out when the boys went to bed, and show it to Janet, to see if it turned her on as well as the first one did.   When I returned Janet was in the kitchen, very quietly preparing the evening meal. She stayed timid and quiet as we eat dinner, and watching the boys television programmes, then at eight o/clock when the boys went to bed, she quietly did as I asked.   "Go get undressed and just wear your dressing gown, Janet, I'll get the tape set up, and we'll have sex in the living room."  She returned in her silk mandarin outfit, minis the baggy pantaloons. The jacket was just long enough to cover her crouch, and she took a deep breath, gasping as I put my hand between her legs, to feel if she had panties on.   She hadn't and was already wet, then her hips jerked when my fingers slipped into her hot juicy pussy, to give her a quick finger fuck. She must have been already hot and sexy, just thinking of watching the tape. I sat her on my lap and played with her hard nipples when I pushed the play button and naked bodies appeared on the TV screen.  There were bare the bum's of men, moving up and down. Between naked women, legs, on cushions in several places on the floor, and on couch's and divan beds, spread around the room.   There were groups of men and women standing to watch them, as they drank and felt each other laughing, with several women sucking cocks.  I watched one of the men go to a lady, who was already being fucked and give her his cock to suck. Then he fucked her himself when the man fucking her had finished and had gone to the bar for a drink.  There were a few ladies, with two or more men attending them, Janet moaned and groaned when she had orgasm's, as I was fingering her fanny while she sat on my lap.   She had desperately wanted to play with my cock after I gave her the second orgasm. I refused to let her, but she greedily gobbled me when I stood so she could suck my cock. After I had filled her mouth, she knelt on all fours to watch the orgy, as I licked and fingered her, to several more orgasms.  We had watched less than a third of the tape before I took her to the bedroom, where we played with each other and fucked, until the early hours.   We had sex every night throughout the week when I came home at midnight. Then on Saturday night, I got the tape out again, and we fucked like rabbits. As we watched some more of it that had some ladies on a bed, with a group of men watching them, as they licked and played with each other's cunts.  Janet was intently watching them, while I had three fingers in her pussy, and my thumb in her arsehole, fingering her hard and fast.   When I picked Justin up on Monday morning, he got very excited when he asked me if Janet had become sexually excited, at watching his tape of the orgy and I told him she had, and he asked.   "There an orgy planed in three weeks time John; will you be bringing her to it?" I shook my head.   "I could let you know by next weekend Justin, donkey dick is due home this weekend. I will try to catch him on Monday if I do succeed, I shouldn't get a tape of them on Tuesday. That is if Janet dares, bring him around to our place again.  I have a friend that might give me confirmation if my plan had succeeded or not. If I have succeeded, I'm planning on taking her to Andy's for a trial run, only I'll have to wait, for the right time to find out."   Chapter 16 Thursday there was a cyclone warning for that night, with winds gusting to eighty miles an hour. It struck at one am and caused a lot of damage, mostly to old trees and power cables, and to some fencing and garden sheds. Some trees fall and blocked roads; they were removed by Friday afternoon.  Trees that did fall on private land were left to the property owners unless they blocked roads or pavements. One such tree had fallen at one hundred and six red lake drive, I checked it out when I drove around there on Saturday, to see if my ambush spot was still available.   It was, the tree that was down on his land had fallen diagonally across the front. The head of the tree had blocked the road and pavement. The trees blocking the road was cleared off by the cleanup team that went out on Friday, to make the roads safe after the storm, the power cables would take longer to fix.   According to Justin, the Greek was due on Sunday afternoon at about four; I was planning to park, opposite his home at nine am on Monday. I had no idea if or when he would make an appearance, but I had to be prepared to wait him out.  Ten o/clock came and went, with no sign of movement, but then at twenty past, a pickup truck arrived, and the Greek came out to greet the driver.   After welcoming handshakes and words, they unloaded two chainsaws and started them up, and then they got to work straight away, cutting branches off the trunk of the tree. I followed him with my scope for fifteen minutes, but could not get a shot at my intended target. then he climbed onto the trunk and put his right foot on a large branch, and reaching out to cut a smaller one off of it. It gave me the perfect shot; I did not hesitate in taking it and saw the bright orange bead hit its target.   The noise of the chainsaws drowned out his initial cry of pain, but as his body doubled up he lost his balance, to fall backwards off the trunk out of my sight behind it. There was a blood-chilling scream, and when the chainsaw slowed to a tick over. The screams filled the air, and the friend of the Greek put his chainsaw down and rushed to the Greek's side. As the old man came out of the house, the friend looked up at him and above the screams yelled.   "Call an ambulance, call a bloody ambulance." It was the time I wasn't there, so I put my rife in its hid-away, and pushed the roller shutter door down from the inside until it locked into place. Walking into the cab, I drove quietly away across the waste ground and back to doing my innocent job, of delivering goods to the public, seemingly totally unaware of the tragic drama, that was unfolding behind me.   Janet seemed a little preoccupied when I got home at five for dinner. Then again later when we had sex at midnight, for she seemed miles away thinking of other things.  When she took over the taxi in the morning at eight, she looked lovely in a short pretty summer dress, with just the right amount of makeup, to enhance her natural beauty.   Not that she wasn't always, nice to look at and smartly dressed, it was just that she looked a little prettier today, although she did look a little nervous.  The Greek was home wasn't he, she was expecting to see him, wasn't she, perhaps her nervousness, was the thought of him fucking her making her do sexy things with him. Was that why she was so on edge?   Well, I have news for you darling; he will not be feeling like shagging anyone today. I heard Janet call control at eleven twenty, and asked if anyone had been asking for her.   At eleven-thirty, I called control and asked if he could give Janet a message, was she in a position, to get me some new razor blades, as I was way out in the sticks and was far too busy to stop.  I heard her come back to say she could, she was parked at the taxi rank in the Westfield shopping centre.     Only the controller just said that Janet would get me some, she was parked there waiting for him. It was the right time, it was the right day, but Janet I'm sure he wasn't feeling like it today.  I made a special effort at midnight, to give her more than her usual orgasms, when I fingered her for two orgasms before I fucked her, then gave her two more afterwards.   I didn't intend to let our sex life, drift back to how it had been before, and Janet hadn't complained about the attention I was now giving her, in fact, she seemed to enjoy the orgasms. She was quite often very verbal in fact, she would look at me wide-eyed panting and moaning, "o fuck o my god I'm coming again, O Mmyyy Oooo Aaarrr," and jerked about, as I gave her orgasm after orgasm, by fingering her continuously hard and fast.   That was after I had already fucked her, and she sucked me hard as well every night. This was now part of our foreplay, as I licked and tongue fucked her fanny, then she would have to suck my cock, as I fingered her to an orgasm.  Then fuck her as she was in the throes of having it, fuck a little, finger a little, giving her orgasm after orgasm, making her cry out in painful ecstasy, as I tried to hold back her climax's, from bursting forth from her pussy.   Thursday came and went, Janet was just as edgy as she was on Tuesday, when I fucked her that night and Friday, then again on Saturday morning. Before I had some news I was not expecting, and Janet found out, why donkey dick did not turn up.  Tony was his normal self, and as soon as he had his tea and muffing, he started telling us, of all the things that happened through the week.   "Had a bad accident on Monday, bloke nearly cut himself in two over at Westfield. He was using a chainsaw and fell off this tree, the saw landed between his legs, ripped all his love tackle away, and almost cut his pelvis in half.  He died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, died of shock and loss of blood, he lost too much of it before we got to him.   Shame nice looking bloke, Greek twenty-five I'd say," Janet was standing holding onto the back of a chair, she looked worried as she went pale. Then her legs wobbled, and her hands gripped the back of the chair much tighter when Tony took out his diary and said.   "Alexander Drakos, one hundred and six red lake drive Westfield, that was his name, I write all my calls down, just in case there a query, and we have to answer some questions."  Tony smiled putting the book away, unaware of the shock he had just given Janet. Her eyes had widened, as she took a deep breath when Tony mentioned his name. I thought she was going to fall, but she steadied herself staring blankly ahead of her, for a moment or two before going into the kitchen.   I was a bit shocked myself, I had not meant for him to die, I just wanted him incapable of having sex, I just wanted to blow his fucking bullocks off.  Tony left and I went to the kitchen, where Janet was looking into the sink again, this time I think she had actually been sick, I certainly didn't make her feel any better.   "Bit gruesome that, fancy cutting off your own cock and ball with a chainsaw," Janet put her head in the sink again, and urged several times but was not sick. Then she looked at me a little angrily as if she could not understand why I would say such a thing.  I actually thought of asking her if she knew him but decided agonist it, she now had the knowledge, that she wouldn't be seeing her Greek lover again, that would have brought enough pain and anguish, to her for today.   If it was his dick or his love she wanted, she now knew she would have neither.  Sid was in his box and Frank, well he was in an eight by six cell on his way to a long prison sentence. Having photos of naked boys and girls, was a worse crime than robbing a back in Australia. He'd do five years at least, and could even be beaten to death, in prison by the inmates if the right message was put about.   With all her bed companions disposed of, I was going to say who was going to fuck her from now on. I left her to wallow in her grief and went out in the taxi until midday.  We had lunch then the boys, played in the pool while we sat and watched them, then at three I took Janet to the bedroom and spent an hour giving her orgasm's.  When the boys went to bed, I put the tape of the orgy in the player again, striping her off in the front room to have sex as we watched the tape.   She did everything I asked of her but like the afternoon sex session, she again didn't seem to enjoy it, as much as the Saturday before. She did have orgasms, and she had to suck me off, I made her drink it down when I filled her mouth.  I was not going to allow her, to go into mourning over the Greek, one day I might show her the photos and videos, then she'll know just how far I'm prepared to go to keep her.   I wonder what she'd think, knowing she caused the death of two people, and the ruining of another man's life. I had no remorse for any of them at all, I did what I had to do, if only for the sake of my sons.  I had no intentions at all of letting her get away from me, not if I had the means to stop it. I defiantly had the will, to do what was needed to keep the woman I loved.  On Sunday morning, I asked the boys, what they wanted to do today.   "The boat trip, on the Swan river dad," they both said in unison. So we made the ten o/clock sailing, spending six hours touring the vineyards, sailing up and back down the river Swan. Having lunch and again Janet was sampling to much wine, the boys loved every bit of being on the water.  We bought a dozen bottles of Janet's favourite wine; she finished the one she had opened again when we stopped for a burger meal, on the way home.  When we did get home I turned on the pool floodlights and told the boys they could play in the pool, for two hours until seven, while mum and I did the taxi accounts.   "Are you going to fuck me again?" Janet drunkenly asked, as I almost carried her to the bedroom.   "Yes I am you fucking tart, but not before I have given you at least four orgasms and I'm going to make you swallow my cock, you like swallowing cock don't you darling?" I asked and she just drunkenly grinned at me, as I removed her clothes.  I got hard playing with her tits and nipples and sucking her juicy cunt, then I made her gag, as she tried to push me off of her, when I held her head close to my groin, with my cock in her throat.   Three times she Coughed and spluttered, while she was sucking me when I pushed my knob end down her neck. After I had given her time to get her breath back, she opened her mouth to suck me again.  She was soaking wet when I got three fingers into her cunt, to give her a string, of gasping obscene moaning orgasms. Then there was a long hard fuck, followed by her swallowing my creamy cum when I finished myself off in her mouth.   She was still a little drunk when I woke her at eight-thirty, to take her naked into the front room. To put on the orgy tape for her to watch again while she sat on my lap, with me playing with her tits and clitoris. I had my hard cock inside her hot wet pussy, until she started moving on me when watching the people fucking, made her too hot to sit still.  She had now fully accepted the need for me to come in her mouth, and the need I had to finish her off, with a finger fucking orgasm.   Picking up Justin on Monday morning, I happily informed him, "I'm taking Janet to Andy's on Saturday, for lunch and her first taste of group sex. I have resolved all my problems, Justin, here is your video camera back, there won't be any more videos, so I won't be needing this again.  The boys are away for the weekend, with the bushranger scouts, so I intend to spend Saturday night at Andy's, Janet has no idea we are meeting him.   Andy's going to invite us to his house for lunch when we bump into him at his place of business. Can you bring Melanie there at about five or six, Janet should have been fucked by Andy by then. You can join in when you get there, and I can give Melanie what she wants."   Justin was more than delighted with the plan but had to find an excuse to get Melanie to stay for the weekend. She was staying with him the following weekend, which was the weekend of the orgy he had invited me to. He was sure he could arrange it, he would let me know for sure, by the end of the week.   I was deliberately going home now at ten thirty, to watch the end of the news, then open my flies to take my cock out, so Janet could suck me hard before I took her to bed. Where I would give her, her daily ration of orgasms, she now was indeed becoming the diligent wife, catering to all my sexual requests.   Only once in the three weeks since Sid's death, did I have to referrer to her having had sex with him. That was because she looked a little upset with me, when I took her to the bedroom, for a third time on a Sunday afternoon.  She quickly said she was sorry when I was kneeling over her naked body, with one hand on her throat, and three fingers of my other hand in her fanny asking.   "Did you get fed up with Sid's visits Janet, did you ever say you didn't feel like having sex with him?" as I made her twitch and jerk, for the third time that day as I gave her orgasm's.   Now when I indicated I wanted sex she would quietly go to the bedroom, and take off her clothes. Then lay naked opened legged on the bed, waiting for me to play and suck her pussy when I had undressed and inspected her.  I liked looking closely at her fanny, watching it get redder and wetter, as I prised open her fanny lips to look inside, then watch her honeydew seep from her pussy, as I teased her sensitive clit.   Then as I was licking her fanny lips, I liked to play with her nipples. They were long and went hard as I toyed with them, I had even envied the boys suckling from her because I too loved to suckle them. The boys never went hungry, but I have to confess I stole more than a mouthful of their milk when she was nursing them. Janet liked having her tits and nipples played with and sucked when I got my hands on them, I would be sourly guaranteed, she'd open her legs for me.   Although in the last two months, I had learned that wasn't the only way, to get her hot and sexily, and opening her legs for you to climb between. I had seen Sid manhandle her, and treated her like a slut, and he had thrown her onto the bed, and forcibly stripped her.  I had also seen her acting like a sex slave, bowing willingly to the needs of the Greek and doing his bidding.   She had loved it, all of it, and now I was doing it to her too, I was throwing her over my shoulder Viking style, and carrying her to the bedroom to be raped. I would creep up behind her, while she was at the sink and fuck her without warning.  I had made a house rule, that she wasn't allowed to wear trousers or shorts while in the house, panties were also banned, as they prohibited ease of entry. Only when she was out with the taxi working, was she allowed to wear them, and short skirts were banned when driving the cab.   Chapter 17 Friday evening at six we waved goodbye to the boys, as the whole bush ranger troop, headed out into the outback in five full buses. One hundred and twenty boys, with twenty pack leaders, that I did not envy at all. Only thanked wholeheartedly, for giving me two full nights to seduce Janet, and I was starting as soon as we got home.   On the way home, I pulled into Janet's favourite restaurant, and ordered her favourite meal, with her favourite wine. Had the pianist play her favourite tune, and it was not even her birthday.  As she went to wash her hands, I dropped two tiny drops of blue liquid into her wine glass; from the tiny blue bottle, Andy had given me, to prime her for tomorrow.  The drops would make her sexy tonight, but wouldn't completely wear off for twenty-four hours, making her more susceptible to a second dose, which we would give her tomorrow lunchtime at Andy's.   "Come here you sexy wench," I said going to grab her, as the door closed behind me. She laughingly danced out of my reach and dodged behind the settee, her face lighting up with a happy smile, her cheeks a light rosy shade of pink, the sex drug was taking effect.  I vaulted over it, but she dodged me again, ducking and diving, around the room, before ducking behind the armchair in the corner, her breath now a bit quicker than before, and her cheeks much rosier.   A big mistake I pushed it to her trapping her there, with my knees holding it tight to her. She giggled slapping my hands away, in an attempt to stop me, groping her tits and pinching her nipples. The game was having the right effect on her, her cheeks were steadily getting redder, her breathing much quicker, she was defiantly getting in the mood for sex, her nipples had hardened and visibly stuck out in the red blouse she wore.   I had tweaked them several times when she hadn't been quick enough to stop me, then I changed my attack, and put my hands under her armpits. Lifting her up, I pulled her over the back of the chair. She was now upside down, her head in the cushions her legs in the air. Her short tennis skirt falling, to reveal her tiny sexy transparent panties, that hid nothing from view, but it was a shame she was the wrong way around.   I could see her crack between her buttocks, as I held her there so she could not fall. I looked down at the damp patch at her fanny lips. I pulled her panties to one side and made her squeal, as I finger fucked her until I heard slurping sounds, that were made by my fingers.  She did not put up much of a fight, especially when I put my head between her legs, to make her giggle and wiggle, as I sucked up her hot juices.   "Sod!" she said laughing when I finally laid her down on the settee, but she quickly opened her mouth when I took out my cock.   "You bloody love it!" I said as she slurped my cock in and out of her mouth, and dribbled saliva from the corners. I freed her tits from her blouse and tweaked her nipples.  The skirt was easy to remove, as it was a wraparound with press-stud fastenings, just one quick tug, it was out of the way.   Then I had my hand in her pants, making her jerk and writhe as fingering her I gave her an orgasm, just before I filled her mouth.  She greedily drank down my cum, then with her hips still jerking, she milked my cock like a cows udder. Licking off each creamy drop that appeared at my pee hole, as my fingers were turning her cum into form, her head nodded as I asked.   "Shall I put on that tape of the orgy, so we can watch the rest of it, there over half of it left to watch, about three hours of shagging I think," she took my cock from her mouth and looked up at me saying.   "Oh yes please; and can we watch all of it tonight John, you're not working tomorrow, you can fuck me all night." She wickedly smiled then whimpered 'Oh fuck I'm coming again' as she started having another orgasm. She jerked and moaned, as the heavy orgasm consumed her, with me heightening it, by thrusting my fingers faster and deeper into her, while she sucked hard on my shrunken cock until her orgasm had waned.   Then I had her on my lap groping her tits, as I stroked her fanny watching the telly again, as more people were arriving, swelling the numbers already there, we watched as one new couple arrived naked, greeting someone who was already there.   The men shook hands, and the woman kissed each other, then as the men kissed the woman, their hand went between the woman's legs, and the woman took hold of the man's cocks to rub them as they kissed.  We had seen this happening before and guessed it was the group's formal way of greeting. Like the men saying I am glad you are here, I want to fuck you, and the woman saying me too, I want you to fuck me with this.   Some couples got right down to it and started fucking right away. Others stood around drinking and fondling, then paired off to find somewhere to shag.  One couple standing at the bar were drinking and talking when a man walked up behind the lady. While saying something to her he put his hand between her legs, she turned her head to smile at him. Then as they kissed she held his cock, the man she was already with just watched. As the second man fingered her, before turning her to the bar, bending her over it he fucked her.   There was one woman sitting in a chair, with a man standing either side of her, she had hold of their cocks alternately sucking them, as a man knelt and licked her cunt.  There was a woman standing between two men, as they both fucked her.  There was so much fucking going on, you didn't know where to look, or who to look at being fucked next. Then Janet let out a gasp saying.   "God look at her!" pointing to the left-hand side of the telly, where a woman was laying on her back, with a man kneeling at her head, his cock in her mouth. There was a young lady, who had her arm between the woman's legs her whole hand inside the woman's cunt, fucking her and licking her clitoris.   Janet had an orgasm watching her as I fucked her doggy style, for the second time since we started watching. I pulled out to suck her hot juices, then fucked her some more before she sucked me off.  We had started watching the newcomers, to see who would fuck the lady first, then we noticed something, we hadn't noticed before.   We had watched couples entering, and being welcomed by other members, then we had moved on, the watch others shagging. Not noticing where the new couples went from there, or who they met next.   There had not been a newcomer for quite a while, and it must have been early in the morning when a young couple came in, they were both lean and athletic looking. She was very striking indeed, with a superb young shapely figure. As they entered, four couples surrounded them, who kissed and groped them. She even knelt down to each man and kissed his penis. Then smiling they moved over to an older chap, I had not really noticed at all.   He was sat on a big chair, watching all around him, and was himself surrounded, by ladies he touched and kissed. He smiled as the young couple moved to him, and as the girl bent to kiss him, his hand went between her open legs, fingering her for a long time as they kissed.  Then she knelt between his legs and wanking his cock suck him until he had cum in her mouth.   "He must be the group leader, I've seen a few women suck him off," Janet said taking my cock from her mouth, then turning around so I could fuck her again then she said.   "Fuck it's finished, I wanted to see her being fucked," Janet growled at the flickering screen. I wondered if I should replay the other tape, the one we had watched first, of the five Fucking.  I had only just started fucking her, and I couldn't really stop now. It was two in the morning, when we went to bed, then we groped and kissed. I sucked her nipples and had a nice handful of pussy before we finally dropped off.  I woke with morning glory, that was all Janet's hands fault, and she happily wrapped her arms and legs around me when I rolled on top of her, to spear her with my eight-inch weapon.   I had the tea and muffins ready when Tony popped his head through the door. He sat eating his muffin when his eyes popped open, as Janet walked into the kitchen. With her wet hair in a towel turban, wearing her short mandarin kimono jacket. Tony followed her every move with his eyes.  She turned and gave Tony a sweet cheeky smile when I laughingly said.   "Darling, I wouldn't bend down in that kimono if I were you, not and not with Tony sitting here." His eyes were on storks as they followed her, and she knew it and teased him. As he took longer than normal to finish his tea and muffin, he was reluctant to go even when he did, and then only when I said it was eight-thirty.   As Tony went out to the truck, I turned when Janet called, "Yo Ho," and saw her waving her hands above her head, with the hem of the kimono up to her hips. I looked and shook my head, then lifted her up onto the worktop, parting her legs, I gently felt her mound of Venus.   "You need a shave darling, I'll give you one now," I said kissing her there and Janet gave a shy, looking up at her, I asked.   "What's the matter, darling?" she shied again, then said.   "I'll have to have another shower then because you'll have to shag me if you do."   Chapter 18 We left at ten-fifteen, a little later than I had planned, as all the stores close at midday on a Saturday. I had told her I was taking her out for lunch but wanted the look at an outdoor shop first, traffic was always heavy on the Albany Highway on Saturdays. The normal thirty-minute weekday drive, to the Carousel shopping complex, turned into a forty-five minute, stop-start run.   We parked in front of 'outdoors living' at eleven five, fifty-five minutes to look around before they closed. I wanted to build a new patio area around the pool and wanted to look at the outdoor kitchens.   Well, that's what I told Janet, we were actually meeting Andy here. It was his shop and the place was full of small boat's and tents, with camping gear of all kinds. There were fishing rods and all that sort of stuff, with a large selection of garden furniture, including swings and picnic tables.  I headed towards the barbeque displays, where the electric outside kitchens were.   "I can give you a good deal on that one," said a voice behind us, as we looked at a shiny stainless steel unit. That was a combination, of barbeque grill and hot plate, plus pizza oven rotisserie, and with a warming cupboard.   "Hello, John Janet," said Andy, as Janet and I turned.  We shook hands and he gave Janet a kiss, which he hung onto. She looked like she was enjoying it, seeing she had taken a dislike to him before. He was smartly dressed, in a safari shirt and matching shorts, with the name 'Outdoor Living', embroidered over the top pocket.   "Hi welcome to my shop, it's nice to see you again how are you two doing?" he asked, still with his arm around her holding Janet's close to him.   "Good Andy this yours looks pretty impressive, how's Sandra?" I answered, looking around the big open area of the shop, and noticing Janet's willingness for Andy to hold her.   "She's fine home lasing by the pool I bet, why don't you pop around and say hello. Tell you what come round for lunch, I've got one of these set up at home, you can see it working, and decide if you want one."  I looked at Janet who was still smiling; she didn't seem to mind Andy's body close to her.   "We were having lunch out, darling would you like to have it at Andy's?" I asked her knowing full well, she wouldn't normally be rude and say no, but she wasn't her normal self-was she.  She turned to him, her eyes shining and gave him a peck on his cheek, and with her sweet smile and her sexy voice said.   "Love to Andy!"   "Good!" Andy said smiling broadly, "Kathy," he called to a lady dressed as he was.   "Can you lock up for me, I'm taking my friend's to lunch," Kathy smiled and nodded, and then now holding Janet's hand, Andy walked us to the door.   "That your car?" he asked knowing full well, it was my taxi as we stepped outside.  "I live just down the road so I walk to work, I'll show you where to go" he volunteered as he opened the car door for Janet, and then got in the back behind her.   "Just along here, that the one with the jaguar in the drive!" Andy said as he gave me directions as if I didn't know already.   "Hello Sandra, we have guests, have you any clothes on?" He called laughing into the house, as we entered through the door smiling at Janet. He was again holding her hand; he had taken it, to help her out when he had opened the car door.  I could see what he was doing; he was getting her used to him touching her.   "She's probably naked by the pool Janet, no need for clothes out there," he added grinning. Then leading her into the lounge, then though it into the games room. Where big sliding glass doors, looked out onto the patio and pool area, which Sandra was walking through. She was wearing a gaily printed sarong, the off the shoulders dress had an elastic top, that held it on top of her breasts.  The hem almost touching the ground, and I was sure she had nothing on under it. I was also sure she was happy to see us because her nipples jutted proudly out.  Then Andy excused himself saying,   "Just going to change," he left us to greet a smiling Sandra, who embracing Janet and kissing her warmly on the lips said.   "Janet how nice to see you!" then she turned to me and gave me a big hug, a very good friendly kiss, pressing those tits to me and her tongue into my mouth.   "John wants and new patio kitchen Darling, I'm going to show him ours working," Andy said as he returned, wearing his favourite shorts.   "Can you do a salad darling, while I do put some buffalo sausages and burgers on the Bar-b. Your love these John, a station in the northern territory, is running a herd of buffalo. Their marketing their own brand of meat, I'm stocking it and I'm selling out fast, I've just put in another big order."  Andy said as he opened a fridge, and took out a plate with the meat on, Janet didn't notice, but I did, there was just the right amount, of meat on the plate for the four of us.   "If you fancy a dip help your self's," Andy said smiling and looking at Janet while gesturing towards the pool. He put the meat on the hot plate, which sizzled when the meat landed on it.   "I would love to, but we haven't brought our costumes with us!" Janet said smiling. Andy smiled back and answered.   "You don't really need one Janet but if you must, I'm sure Sandra could find you one, from our stock in the house."  Sandra had heard the exchange, and poking her head through the kitchen door said.   "I suppose I should get one too, come with me, Janet, I think I've got, just the thing for you to wear."  She held out her hand, and lead Janet into the house, with the meat cooking, Andy went behind his bar and placed glasses on the counter.   "I've got her favourite wine John, did you give her any Spanish fly last night?" he asked as he filled the glasses, and I handed him back the tiny blue bottle.   "Yes Andy two drops at six as you said, fucked her four times last night, and twice this morning, she is still very relaxed now as you can see.  How are you going to get her relaxed enough to let you fuck her?" I asked as I watched him putting, two drops of the liquid into her drink.   "Yes the drug is still working on her; she sucked on my tongue when I pushed it into her mouth as I kissed her in my shop. She didn't complain when I felt her bum either, or when my hand brushed her tit, as I helped her out of the car.  I think these two drops will awaken what you gave her last night, making her badly in need of sex. I've got an idea how to make her think it's you that's worming her up and fucking her, then it will be too late when she finds out it is me."   "She is right-handed isn't she, which would have her head to the right when she lays down on her belly, to soak up the sun. I can approach her from her left, which is good.  You will have to stay out of her line of sight until I'm fucking her though. I have put biovea in your drink, it will keep you hard and erect for hours, that going to please Sandra she wants you to jump on her, as soon as possible.   Justin rang last night, he's bringing Melanie around at six, he's taking her home Sunday afternoon, so they are staying all night as well."  Andy stopped talking, and I turned to see what he was looking at.   Janet had on the tiniest bikini I had ever seen; the tiny triangle of white cloth just covered her mound of Venus. The two cups of the top hardly covered her tits, and that white material will go transparent when it is wet.  The strings fastening the bottom were tied at her hips by bows, two pull and it would be off of her, and Sandra's costume wasn't much different, two pulls and she'd be naked too, which she wanted to be in the first place.   "Now that is a nice choice, I couldn't have made a better one myself," Andy said as Janet and Sandra posed smiling for him, as he handed them their drinks.   "I couldn't agree more, you both look stunning," I said and Janet came to me, and giving me a kiss whispered in my ear.   "Sandra shaves her pussy too, I saw it when she put that costume on, and she didn't have anything on at all, under her sarong darling." She giggled her eyes sparkling happily, and I wondered if she really needed more sex drugs at all, I could see she was still well aroused.   "Is her pussy as nice as your pussy darling, I can't tell from here," I whispered back, making her quietly giggle again. I could have told her, Sandra's fanny lips were flesher than hers, and her clitoris was longer, and she liked you to wank it like a small penis, I could have told her, but I didn't.   "Grub will be in twenty minutes, you've got time for a dip," Andy said and I knew why he suggested that he wanted to see that bikini wet.  I still wasn't sure if Janet needed more of that Spanish fly, she had drunk half her drink already and was looking happily flushed. As she and Sandra took their glass into the water with them, giggling and drinking as they went down the steps. By the time Janet was waist-deep, she had drunk all of her drink.   Wading deeper into the clear blue water, it looked like she was naked, then she walked smiling to Andy, who was kneeling on one knee at the side of the pool. He was tempting her to exchange her now empty glass, for the full one that Andy now held out to her.  Sandra standing smiling behind Janet lowered her costume top, to show me her tits, as Andy made a laughing Janet reach high for her glass.   Then as she got nearer to him, he lowered his arm to hold the glass by his knee for Janet to take. From the look in her wide eyes and the reddening of her face, I would bet she was looking at his cock.   That's why he had changed into those wide-legged shorts of his, and why he was kneeling as he was. He stayed letting her blatantly look, as she sipped her drink, as he himself looked down at her. Seeing her long hard nipples, through the now translucent material, knowing by seeing his cock she was excited.   I was sitting at the bar, watching the interaction between them, seeing how blatantly, Andy was exposing himself to her and her not timidly shying away, from what she could see of him.   "Well she's seen what she going to get soon, and I believe she liked what she saw," Andy said with a smile when he joined me at the bar.   "I can see that sex drug is working on her, but when douse that stuff work on me?" I asked taking another swig of my drink, as I watched Janet and Sandra.  They were just splashing about, but I just loved seeing tits bobbing up and down.   "It will kick in, in about half an hour's time John, I took some when I went to change, I'll be shagging Janet when you get a raging hard-on, and it will stay up for hours.  I want you to shag Janet when I get off of her, you can shag Sandra whenever you like, but you must fuck Janet right after I do."   "You will see what I mean when it happens, John! she will realize it wasn't you that just fucked her, and she's going to be very emotional about me fucking her. You've got to give her a good fucking, and you've got to show her it's alright with you, that someone else can fuck her, and that you still want to."   I had to smile, Andy didn't know Janet had been shagging around, and what I had done to stop it. Justin had kept his word and our secret, I could see what Andy meant though, I had to fuck her while she was highly emotional.   "Come and get it!" Andy called putting the meat on plates, then the plates on the table, then watching the girls, walking towards us. With Janet still unaware, we could see her fanny crack.  Andy topped their glasses up, and as the suns heat slowly dried Janet's costume, the illusion of Janet being naked slowly faded away.   "This buffalo meat bloody nice Andy," I said, putting the last of in my mouth, "I'll have to order some of it from you, do they do stakes as well?" I asked, knowing they must do.  "I do like that kitchen set, I'm tempted to have one," I added, bringing Andy into conversion.   "The shop's closed John, we're here to have fun not talk shop, I'll put my salesman's hat on Monday morning until then I want to enjoy my friend's company," Andy said lifting a bottle and filling a smiling Janet's glass, and we laughed and joked about remembering this and that when we had worked together.   As we sat opposite one another and I was getting hotter, looking at two lovely pairs of tits, and feeling my cock rising and wondering when Andy was going to make his move.  I must have been thinking out aloud because Andy put his hand on Sandra's shoulder saying.   "You're going to burn my love, I'll put some oil on you you'd better have some to Janet, lay on that bed beside Sandra," Andy said reaching under the bar and producing two bottles of suntan oil and handing me one.  Janet went to the bed on the right, beside the one Sandra was about to lay down on, and as Andy had predicted, she lay face down looking to her right.   Her left arm down by her side, her right bent up, with her head in the crook of her arm, shielding her eyes from the light.  Andy indicated for me to speak to her, as he moved to be beside her left side.   "Are you comfy darling?" I asked, and she just murmured 'yes', as Andy poured oil onto her back, and sensually massaged it into her neck and shoulders.  As he massaged with one hand, he undid the string bow holding her top with the other, gently laying it aside to oil her back, slowly down to her waist.   Sandra had sat up beside me on her bed, and I played with her tits, as we watched Andy make Janet purr, like a contented kitten. Then as Andy moved down to Janet's foot, Sandra had my rigid cock out, slowly and gently masturbating me, while Andy with stealth moved Janet's legs apart.   With her leg bent up, so he could massage her craft, he lifted it slightly and then put in down further out. By the time he had done the other one, her legs were wide apart.  Now he moved to her thighs, and she quietly moaned as his fingers touched her tender spots. She was breathing deeply when he finished her second thigh, and he undid the strings, that held her bikini bottoms together and peeled the back off her buttocks.   Sandra sucked my cock, as Andy oiled Janet's buttocks, his hand gently opening and closing them, to give us glimpses of her pussy and arsehole. Every time his thumbs, pressed down beside her fanny she lifted her pelvis making her fanny bulge out as if she wanted it touched.   Sandra and I were both naked now, as she bent over biting her lip to stop herself crying out, as I fucked her from behind. Because as we were at the bottom of the bed Janet was on, we could see her hot inflamed pussy. As Andy massaged down, between her legs with his thumbs, pressing them outwards to open her pussy lips so we could see the hot pink insides.  Then she murmured vibrated and moaned.   "As Andy slipped two fingers into her, to finger fuck her slowly making her gasp and moan again as her arousal heightened.  He had already removed his shorts, and getting astride her he quickly entered her as she climaxed, then holding her body down with his, he fucked her hard and fast.   Sandra was just finishing sucking me off, as Janet was having a second orgasm. As Andy kept humping her, she twitched and jerked, while I was fingering Sandra, and listening to Janet's moans of pleasure.   Then as Andy pulled out of Janet, she turned to see Andy getting off her and Sandra taking his cock to suck off. As I was climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her, her eyes and mouth opened wide and looking at me shocked uttering.   "Andy! oh my god, John, Andy's has just!" her voice trailed off, as I took hold of her legs, then turning her onto her back, I spread them as I got between them saying.   "Yes, my darling he has, now I'm going to fuck you too! and we're going to keep fucking you and Sandra, all day and night!" As I entered her, her eyes rolled up and she jerked, as the shock of what was happening sent her into another orgasm. Her arms and legs held onto me tightly, as I fucked her for a long time, with my drug-induced hardened cock. After her initial shock, Janet soon succumbed to her sexual feeling, as I was giving her orgasm after orgasm.   That Spanish fly drug was giving her the randiest feeling's she had ever had, and she edgily accepted Sandra sucking on one of her tits and played with the other. While having her hand put on Sandra's fanny, so she could finger her.  I continued to fuck her until my balls produced another load of sperm, by then Andy's had given her his cock to suck. Her eyes had looked at me as if she was seeking my approval, as she opened her mouth to gobble him.   Later Janet sat wiggling on Andy's lap, with his rigid cock inside her, as they watched me fucking Sandra. It was now the third time he had it in her because he had fucked her a second time after I had fucked her for the first time, after he had fucked her, for the first time ever.   Then we spent a leisurely hour, foundering and fingering her and Sandra to several orgasms, until I put Sandra on her knees, to fuck her doggy style, and Janet voluntarily climbed onto Andy's lap, to watch and impaled herself on his dick.   Janet was happily bouncing on Andy when Justin and Melanie walked naked onto the patio. Janet watched as they separated his hard cock-bouncing, witch Janet watched intently as he approached her. Then she allowed him to bend her head down, and she opened her mouth willingly to suck his cock when Andy had introduced him.   Melanie kissed Sandra, then played with her tit, kneeling opened legged beside me, we kissed as I fingered her, then at her request, I ejaculated into Sandra's cunt then transferred my cock to Melanie's cunt, while she sucked Sandra's cunt clean.   Justin and Andy were now taking turns shagging Janet, with their drug-induced rampant cocks, because when Janet had swallowed down Justin's cum. He had pulled her off Andy's cock, turning her to fuck her himself, as she sucked Andy, they were then changing places, every five minutes or so.    The fucking went on until we all wanted a rest, Andy got us all fresh drinks then we lay about kissing, and slowly getting our second wind.  I had taken Janet aside and laid with her on one of the loungers, she was still highly aroused and was full of the wonderful feeling she had had.   "God John it's just like that video we watched, are there more people coming," she eagerly asked. She was also very fascinated by my swollen cock, which was still as ridged after three hours of fucking.  It showed no sign of going soft, although it was puffy and bruised, with so much shagging. My knob end was very sensitive, which Janet found funny, and made me jerk about, when she went down to nibble and suck it, then yelped with surprise.   When Justin approached her from behind, rammed his cock into her. Now I took turns with Justin shagging Janet, while Andy had to satisfy Sandra and Melanie. Then Sandra disappeared, to return with her fucking machine, it looked like a round-topped puffy, with a small penis in the top. When Sandra turned it on, the penis moved up then back down, she sat on it and we watched as it fucked her, at varying speeds.  While we fucked Janet and Melanie until we went to bed.   Chapter 19 I woke with a feeling, of fingers around my dick, and opening my eyes I saw Sandra, on her side grinning at me. Her hand was pumping my rigid cock slowly, so I rolled on top of her and slipped it in. Then saw Janet's face looking at me with wide eyes, she to was on her side beside me also mouth open puffing, and there was Justin's smiling face, looking over her shoulder as he fucked her.   "Morning John, god I love mornings like this! don't you." He said thumping his hips into Janet's buttocks, as I leaned over to kiss her.  All four of us had gone to bed, at midnight leaving Andy and Melanie on the patio. They were still shagging wildly when Sandra took us to the main bedroom, with its gigantic bed, that could hold all four of us with ease, and still have room to move about.   She had unfettered access to me now, and that was just what Sandra had planned all along. With Justin and Sandra were on the outsides Janet and I were sandwiched between them in the middle. I had given Janet one last fuck, with loving helping hands from both sides, before Sandra finished me off with her mouth. Then she had used my rampant tool, as she liked until we fell asleep.   We were leaving at ten after breakfast and so was Justin, he had to get Melanie home to Malcolm. So it was one last fuck, with each other's partner before we dressed to go.  On the way home Janet became very quiet and thoughtful, I thought the sex drug was wearing off then out of the blue, she asked.   "John, we did have sex when we went to bed last night didn't we, did we have sex again before we got up?" I looked at her shaking my head.   "No darling, why do you ask?" I said as we turned into our housing estate, and climbed up the hill to our road.   "Then it must have been Justin, he had sex with me twice in the night, then again this morning, while you were giving Sandra one," she said with her feet now on the seat cuddling her knees.   "I like Justin he's nice and very fit, I like his wife Melanie too," she said, I just smiled turned into our road and said.   "You're not to repeat this Janet, but Melanie isn't Justin's wife, her husband is twenty years older than she is. Melanie is Justin's sister!" Janet gasped and stared at me with her hand to her mouth she said.   "God I saw him having sex with her John, and she's his sister!" she said shocked as she got out of the car, and then unlocked the door to the house.  We were not picking the boys up until three, it was ten-thirty now, four and a half hours from now. I was expecting some discussion about where we had just been to, now the sex drug was wearing off. I was making us coffee when the most important question arrived.   "John, why did you take me to Andy's, was it so you could have sex with Sandra and Melanie, don't you love me anymore, after finding out about my affair with Sid?" I handed her, her coffee then stood by her chair smiling down at her and said.   "No darling not at all, it was to fulfil your fantasies of having sex with other men, I took you there so Andy and Justin could both fuck with you. That what you've wanted isn't it, since Robert forcibly held you down, ripping off your knickers to fuck you, in front of a naked Annette next door!" Janet's face was a picture, of shock and disbelief.  "How do you know about that?" she asked sitting up in her chair, almost spilling her coffee.   "Oh, I was Shagging with Annette next door when she told me how he held you down, over the arm of the settee. She was naked watching him fucking you," Janet stood up looking a little upset, this time her coffee did spill.   "You've been shagging with Annette next door, how long was that going on for?" She asked, a fire now burning in her eyes, putting her coffee cup, on the glass top of the coffee table.   "Oh it started when you were on holiday in England; that would be about the same time donkey dick Alexander Drakos the Greek, was fucking you in that hotel room in London!"  She could not have been more shocked; if I'd had hit her in the face with a wet fish. She slumped back into her armchair, with an astonished look bordering on fear, and was now visibly trembling, her face going a light shade of pink.   "God you know about that too, how long have you known John?" she asked her eyes now wide and fearful. I just smiled and went outside to the truck, then returned with my evidence bag.  From it, I placed on the coffee table, a brown envelope that I had used to replace the tattered and torn one, the photos had been in, and then I lifted the three videotapes out, as Janet warily asked.   "What this John?" as she reached out to the envelope, then froze with her fingers inches from it, as I smiled again then reached for the envelope myself.   "Oh, they are Frank's photos darling!" I said lifting one end of the envelope. Making, the photos in it slip out onto the glass top, they slid out face up and spread themselves out on the table so she was faced, with looking at herself with the Greek.  As in two of them, she was kneeling down in front of him, another four showed him standing in the open back door of the cab, his shorts around his ankles, her legs held either side of him.     They were taken mere seconds apart, and his stance suggested the movement of his hips. The four remaining photos showed them groping one another, with his hand up her skirt and her holding his manhood, as they kissed beside the cab before he laid her in it to fuck.   "There the photos Frank and Sid were blackmailing you with darling. I could not let them keep them could I, and they had to go for mistreating you so badly, let alone for laughing at me behind my back.  Sid did me a big favour by virtually committing suicide, by driving in front of that truck. I sent Frank to prison, by giving his roll of negatives, minus the ones for these ten to the police. It was a real tragedy he was beaten to death by the other inmates when they heard he had been molesting young boy's and girls."   As I was telling her this, I picked up the top tape and put it into the video player. Janet gasped as she saw herself being led into the bedroom by me, and stood to have her shorts and panties removed then stood to face the servalence camera.  Then she sat with her hands over her mouth, silently gasping, as she watched a close up of her vagina, teased by my fingers. Then watch as my penis was inserted for intercourse, before being taken to the bed to be stripped and laid on it to be fingered to a series of orgasms, before I climbed on top of her.   I stopped the player when the tape had not quite finished, as I had seen her looking sideways at the other tapes on the coffee table. Though I had no intentions, of showing them to her now, I did lift them to show her what I had written on the labels. 'The Greek was on one and Sid & Frank' on the other, in thick black marker pen.   She was visibly shaking now realising there had been a camera in the bedroom, and I had seen exactly what they had done in there. She could not lie her way out of this, and she was looking frightened at what I might be going to do next.   "It's alright Janet you have nothing to fear from me, but the Greek had to go to. He was planning to take my own true love away from me. He was grooming you to be his sex slave when he had finished your training, he would have taken you away. Then he would have sold you to his friends and anyone else that would pay money to have sex with you.   I couldn't let that happen, could I Janet, I love you far too much to have him use you that way," she had sat shocked looking at me, trembling a lot and she had glowing pink cheeks, then when I had finished talking she breathlessly said.   "You killed them because you love me too much to have them take me from you?" she was really trembling badly now, her cheeks a brighter red her voice husky and breathless.   "No Janet they were tragic accidents, Sid's crash on the highway was an accident, and Drakos falling off the tree was an accident, ask his friend and his dad, they were both with him when it happened!" I said kneeling down beside her, as she looked at me breathing heavily.   "You were there you saw it, oh my god you caused the accident to happen, oh, John, you killed him to stop him having me, you love me that much you did it all for love."   She said putting her arms around me kissing me passionately kneeling on the floor holding me tightly. Her kisses got more passionate and I felt her getting hotter, was that Spanish fly still working on her.  She was planting kisses all over my face and rubbing her body against me. I stood up taking her up with me, and she wrapped her legs around me, and I carried her this way to the bedroom. We kissed all the way and she continued to kiss me as I removed her clothing, she shuddered when I held her at arm's length, to look at her and ask.   "You liked being his sex slave, now you can be my sexy harlot! stand there, I've got something to make you feel more like the slave you want to be." Just her eyes followed me as I went to my wardrobe, to retrieve a box I had hidden away.     It had come from the back room of Mary's newsagents, where she was running a secret sex shop. It was where Mrs Mallard had got her big dildo from, and all her other sex toys, she had ordered these items for me as she was known there. Janet watched with bated breath, as I took from the box, a wide leather belt padded with sheepskin fur. It had two buckled wrist cuffs, attached to it that were also fur-lined.   Putting the belt around her waist had her panting with excitement, then when I locked her wrists in the cuffs, she gasped 'oh my god', as she found her arms were trapped. She trembled to realize how helpless she was, when I kissed her and fingered her cunt, she could do nothing to stop me, even if she had wanted to.   She got very wet as I fingered her and I thought very close to an orgasm, so I brought her very near to one, and then left her teetering on the edge, as I went back to the box.  The padded dog collar and chain lead brought whimpering responses from her, as I tethering her to the bed; it had her pressing her thighs together, as her orgasm lingered inside her.   "There, now I can leave you like this, and come whenever I want you, you're here ready to fuck anytime I need to," she opened her mouth, but a protest did not come from it.   "Oh please John, please finish me off, please make me come please, oh please," she begged and opened her legs for me put my hand between them.   "Now should a slave tell her master, what he should do, I think not," I said as I went back to the box and pulled a length of chain from it.   "Look darling some nice jewellery to go on your tits," I said bending to kiss and suck each nipple, before putting the clamp that was on each end of the chain onto her nipple's.  Making her winch with the pain as the clamps flattened her lovely long nipples, now I could tug on the chain and pull both nipples at once giving her a nice sexual shock.   When I pulled out the big dildo, her hips jerked as she saw the size of it and murmured 'oh my god', I looked at her panting red face, staring at it and waved the flexible rubber dick I threatening her with it.   "Now you wanted me to give you some relief Janet, how would you like me to fuck you for a full hour with this? It is two inches bigger than your friend donkey dick had, it will get you into training for next weekend. Andy has one of his three monthly orgies on Friday, it lasts until Sunday midday.   The boys are going with their trope leader on a fishing trip, that I've arranged for them on Saturday. I'm taking you to Andy's Saturday morning for an induction day, so that Andy's members can check us out, then vote to let us join or not.  You will have to make the most, of being shagged for eight hours, Andy told all the Perth chapter they have to be there to vet us. I can't see any of the twenty men not wanting to fuck you, at least once."   I said it smiling at her as her face went redder, and her panting got quicker, as her legs buckled at the thought of twenty cocks fucking her.  Taking one of the clamps off her nipple brought a shy, then tweaking it before sucking on it made her whimper, they had always been sensitive, but flattening them with the clamp had made them very tender.   She shuddered and moaned loudly as I nibbled the nipple, my fingers got covered in her hot slippery cum. When my fingers finally gave her that orgasm, that had been lingering for some time. Then pushing her onto the bed, I lapped up her juices giving her another orgasm in the process. Then fucking her with the dildo, I made her swallow my cock and gave her more orgasms for the duration of the time. I kept her chained to the bed.   I released her when I went to pick up the boys from the playing fields, the bus would drop them, by then I had fucked her mouth three times. Giving her many orgasms, with the twelve-inch rubber cock, that was as almost as thick as her wrist.   I fucked her with it every night over the coming week, and fucking her neck with my cock became easier. She still gagged, but that did not stop her swallowing my eight-inch cock, she was fully committed to me now I had shown her what I would do to keep her.   We went to Andy's orgy, and she enjoyed the attention she got from all of the men, although she was rather tired and swollen when we went home. There was not one vote cast against us, so we became members of the Australian swinger club, Western chapter.  We have been to many orgies all over the country since, although Andy's three monthly orgies were the main ones for us. We also went many times to Justin's for a threesome or foursome, if Melanie was there.   Andy liked us to pop round to his place from time to time, Janet wears that bikini just so Andy can take it off her. He didn't have to give her Spanish fly anymore to fuck her, he just has to oil her back.   Justin Andy and I took my boys hunting in the bush, where Justin and I taught them the survival skills we had learnt in the service. I wanted them to be capable of looking after their loved ones when they got them.   Then when they became of age, they joined the Australian special forces. I acquired Frank's and Sid's taxi licences, and Malcolm came through with the warehouse contract, he also moved into manufacturing and wholesale, and as his empire grow so did my fleet of city trucks.   Justin was gutted when Malcolm moved his operating base to Adelaide, to expand his empire to the eastern states, and he took Melanie along with him.  Then he insisted I had the contract to service his business over there, there was to be a steady stream of goods flowing east to west and back again. So I acquired a fleet of road trains, to travel across the Nullarbor Plain day and night to satisfy the need.   Justin came to Janet for sexual comfort, when Melanie left, but she did fly back for Andy's three monthly orgies.  Mary had her fantasy come true; when I kidnapped her and took her to Andy's on a Wednesday night, where the six of us tormented her for three hours. She thoroughly enjoyed herself although she was blindfolded, and didn't know it was Janet with her hand inside her cunt.   Sandra had shown Janet the joy of eating a woman's fanny, but Janet showed Sandra the joy of having a banana eaten from one.  Then we lost Justin when Malcolm died, and Justin went east to comfort Melanie.   Andy and I retired when my boys left the army, my eldest took over Andy's business changing the name from outside living to outback living, then started manufacturing and marketing their own brand of goods.   As I had only serviced Malcolm's business interests, I hadn't adorned our trucks with a name. When I gave the business to Tomas, and as it had become a nationwide trucking company he asked if he could add a name to it I readily agreed.    He mounted the three capitals on a shield and had it painted on the doors of each truck.  The business now became Thompson's National Transport, and as Malcolm and Melanie had had no children to take over the business. Tomas looked at other work to build up the business, and it became a major transport company throughout Australia.   Then when Janet slipped away from me, Sandra came and comforted me, then when Andy left us she moved in with me completely, when she passed in my arms I was left alone with my memories.  So as I sit and wait to join them, I thought I'd tell you my tale, now you have to decide is this true or is it fiction.....   Publication Date: January 31st 2020 https://www.bookrix.com/-kvd9bf587b1e9d5

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