5 comments/ 47929 views/ 33 favorites Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 01 By: FinalStand (This is a story about trust lost and then earned. It is a story about lust, love and the many shades in between. It is a story about family, some who you are born with and some who you earn.) Chapter One (Lies) *You never really know where you are going until you get there.* To provide a not too short background here: My Father is Conrad Cullen. He's a highly successful OBGYN who loves his career more than everything. Everything is about his practice, his colleagues, his conventions, and other social functions that come with profession. He's an athletic fifty year old, with gray hair gone to white. My Mother is Ilene Cullen. She owns a printing company that has eaten up much of her time since I was still a teenager. She's forty-four, but looks ten years younger. Her being gone didn't affect me much, seeing how she wasn't too motherly when she was around. Her only saving grace in my opinion is that she's terribly hot. She's five-foot seven, around one hundred and thirty pounds, large, full C-cup breasts, an ass to die for, and silky black hair. He is mildly tanned, more beige than coffee brown. Her face is wonderful, with sculpted cheekbones, full lips, and deep brown eyes that seem to soak up the light. Too bad she's such a bitch. Finally, there is my younger Sister is April Cullen, seventeen and growing into Mom's younger doppelganger, physically that is. Her only physical difference is that her eyes sparkle, especially when she laughs. Personality-wise, she is virtually the polar opposite. She's friendly, out-going, optimistic, and has been my friend since she could say the words 'Brother'. How she has remained so has always amazed me since Dad ignores her – the past three birthdays, he wrote her a check at the breakfast table and told her to 'have fun.' Mom resents her, for being a younger, fresher her. The last compliment I heard my Mom give her was to hear her say, "Dear, don't you look nice today; not your normal slutty self at all." My sister has leaned on me since she was five. I'm Damien Cullen, twenty two, six foot two, and one hundred and seventy five pounds. I have a thick head of black hair, am clean shaven, and I have my Mother's dark, stormy eyes. Since my favorite sport is swimming, I have a good all-around tan and a compact body. My penis is large, but I've never felt the urge to grab up a measuring tape and measure its length or circumference. Throughout high school and college I never had complaints. Since I was fifteen, and my Sister was ten, I have taken care of her. I made sure her homework was right, her projects got turned in on time, and I let the first few guys she dated knew I could pound them into the ground if I even suspected they'd tried anything. I wasn't jealous. I never thought of my Sister that way. She was my friend and I was her older Brother. My Dad never made it to a swim meet, asked me what I was doing when he saw me in my tux on prom night, and his only dating advice was to pull out and shoot on her stomach, which is something every fourteen year old needs to know, right? He was nice enough to get me a car on my sixteenth birthday – Mom got one as well, so I figured how that had been worked out. I had to get myself lessons to learn how to drive and an older friend of mine took me for my driver's test. I swear that in the past ten years when I've called my Dad's office for something, I've never talked to him, or heard back from him. I took my Sister to his PA to teach her the facts of life and how do work those feminine products. Mom couldn't be bothered and my Sister was really starting to freak out. Basically, my Dad was the sperm donor and that was about it. Mom was a more difficult case. Around the age of twelve, I discovered that all my male friends didn't want to hang out at my family's pool because it was the nicest one in the neighborhood. Mom trended toward the most modern swimwear and had worked her body so that she put many swimsuit models to shame. Even when she threw herself into her business, my weekends were filled with some very sexually confusing time for me and my friends. Seriously, how often does a sixteen year old want to hear just how they would do my Mom? Anyway, at fifteen, Dad loaned – yes loaned – my Mom the money to start her own card publishing business. If I often missed her at breakfast, I wouldn't see her until well after dark on a weekday unless she was being drug off to one of Dad's functions. If she hadn't arrived by the time I went to bed, I left her a status update on her pillow, so she could at least pretend to know what her children were doing. Finally, I graduated high school and my family was good enough to send me to a very nice university were I rewarded them by getting an engineering degree in four years. I was never the smartest kid in the room, but I made up for it with a drive to succeed in whatever I put my mind to. I only had two regrets about college. I had to leave my Sister to fend for herself – she did well and we talked on the phone about her day each weekday night around nine – unless she was on a date, then she called me when she got in. If she needed anything, I found a way to get it for her, but I hated being away. My other regret happened right before graduation. I was helping a friend with a project that was going to take me out of town for three days, but thing fell apart at the last minute, so I decided to go back to the apartment I shared with my long-time girlfriend and surprise her. She was surprised alright. So was I. I found her in bed going at it hot and heavy with one of her college professors – one of her female professors – one of her married female professors. Here I was, camcorder in hand, about to say "Hey Honey, I'm home," when I see her in between the legs of a woman twice her age, going at it like crazy, while the naked professor is twisting one of her own nipples with one hand and grinding my girlfriends head into her pussy with the other. According to the recording, I stood there seven minutes and twenty one seconds before I backed out. I went back to the front door and slammed it. I called out like nothing was wrong then made my way back to the bedroom. She was sitting in the bed, female cum on her face, tits exposed and smiling at me as if nothing was wrong. There were too many articles of clothing on the floor, and too few places to hide. I went to the bed and sat down. "Chrissie, who's in the closet?" I said with as much calm as I could muster. My girlfriend, Chrissie, stammered. For thirty seconds no one said anything. The closet door opened slowly and my naked instructor stepped out. She couldn't look me in the eye. Instead she shuffled toward the door. "Wait," I tell her. I hand her the bra and panties from the floor. "You may want to put these on before you leave. It is cold out." Chrissie gave a hysterical giggle. "Chrissie, I am going to go now. I'll be back tomorrow at noon and I expect you to have your things gone. We are through." "Damien," she said softly. "I am not going to say anything. You two do whatever you like. I wish you had talked to me about this instead of going behind my back. You abused my trust, and that is what really hurts." I left them there, staring at one another. I packed up a few items that I didn't want Chrissie to run off with, including the camcorder, and headed out to a friend's place. I called him and he agreed to put me up, no questions asked. Needless to say, my post-graduation plans for me and Chrissie fell apart and I found myself moving back into my parent's house. I got a part-time work at an engineering firm. They loved my work, but in the current economy I was lucky to have anything at all. I learned that most of my old friends had either moved out and up, or had become hedonistic party animals with no future. Dating was tough. For some reason I had trust issues and the little lies that most woman felt were inconsequential, were deal-killers for me. After having regular sex for nearly two years, I was in a long dry spell. Things were about to change though. About a month after I returned, I had come up late at night from my basement apartment where my bedroom was situated in order to get something to drink. I'd let my mini-frig become empty, but what gems that led me to. I was walking past my Father's study when I heard my parents talking. Dad was angry; Mom sounded pissed off and was pleading at the same time. I had to know what was going on. "Fifty thousand dollars," my Dad growled. "This is the last time. I've sunk too much money into that pit. If it wasn't for Carter's (one of my Dad's partners in the practice) views on marriage, I would have divorced your useless ass by now. This is it," he said, which was followed by the sound of Dad cutting a check, "because next time I'm calling a divorce lawyer. With our pre-nuptial agreement, you will now get nothing. Worse, I'm going to rake you over the coals for all the money I've loaned you. I hope you like living in a cardboard box, you bitch. Now, what you do you say," he sneered. "Thank you, Conrad," she said through grinding teeth. There was a moment of tense silence. "Do you want me to go down on you now?" she sighed. "Bitch," Dad laughed, "you have nothing I want, and Ilene, if I catch you rubbing up against another man, I'll break you. No one wants you cunt anyway. What do you say?" "Yes Conrad." Mother sounded defeated. I felt sorry for her. The next morning she slapped April so hard she left a large, angry red welt that would be hard for her to explain to her friends. I was busy helping April up, when my Sister saw the anger in my eyes. "Don't," April pleaded with me quietly. For my Sister, I did nothing, and things remained pretty much like that for five months. I was angry. I had had maybe one too many beers to drink, I found myself close to where my Mom's business was located, and I figured it was a good time to give her a piece of my mind. I walk into her store and see her long suffering assistant Peggy standing behind the counter. Peggy looked up, recognized me from the few times I had to come by and get permission slips signed for April, and smiled. She was a mousey woman, around thirty and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her thick-rimmed glasses had slipped down her nose a bit. She had delicate features and long, thin fingers. "Damien, right?" "Hey, Peggy. Is my Mom in?" I responded. She stood up and her smile broadened, realizing I had remembered her. "No. She left around eight, but I think she comes back in after closing." "Do you mind if I go back to her office and leave her an angry bit of mail on her computer?" I chuckled. I was just a little drunk. "Knock yourself out," she giggled. She buzzed me around the counter and I went back into the printing area and then to her office. I sat down at her computer and was about to type something when I saw a pair of woman's shoes on the ground next to the half-open door to her private bathroom. That was odd. I could have sworn that was the pair she'd worn this morning. I went over to them, expecting them to be broken, but they were not. I opened the door into Mom's bathroom and cut on the light. Hanging from the walk-in shower (Mom likes her luxuries) was the suit she'd been wearing this morning. I was sure of it. I looked around. Behind the door was an empty dress bag. Now I was curious. I cleaned up any trace that I was there. I went back to Peggy, told her that I was going to wait for Mom, and assured her that I would make sure the door closed if I left before Mom arrived. I also made her promise to not tell Mom that she'd seen me, in case I did decide to go home first. After all, I was a bit drunk. She gave me a knowing wink and made me promise to make it up to her later. I hastily agreed. When it came time for Peggy to close up, I helped her out, chatted her up, and even gave her a kiss on the cheek goodnight. All I needed then was a place to hide. As I said, I was a little drunk. Looking back on my actions the next morning, I realized I was acting nuts. Mom came in around two-thirty. Fortunately she woke me from a sound sleep. There was enough light generated by the display cases that Mom didn't need to cut any of the lights on. She did cut the light on in her office though. I was sober, but reasoned that since I was already there, I might as well feed my curiosity. I snuck up to the door and peeked in. Mom was taking off her black trench coat. She sat down with her back to me, but I could see her working on some glossy black calf boots. The hose they exposed were fishnet, not the normally conservative style I knew her to use. When she stood up, I realized that the fishnets weren't hose, they were stockings, because I could make out the garters that hung beneath the hem of her pleated black skirt she was using. Above the skirt was bare skin. The bustier was a size too small, crimson red with black lace and lacing. I couldn't make out the lines of a brazier. Around her neck was a thick black collar. As an afterthought, I realized that she had on black lace fingerless gloves. I had no idea what all of this meant, but I had a tent in my pants and a good deal of shame over that. All I wanted to do right then was bend her over the desk and take her. I had to get out of there. I snuck out before I could witness her changing, made it to my car, and was home in bed before I heard her come in. I had a fitful night sleep. The next morning, my Sister was teasing me about how tired I looked. Mom came in looking equally beat. I casually asked her how her night had been. She gifted me with her normal contemptuous gaze and lied. She said she'd worked late and crashed in the guest room when she got back. I decided to push a little. I asked if she needed me to help out around the store for a while. After all, work was slow, and family should help family. Mom's gaze hardened. "It would take too long to train you and you can't seem to stick with anything anyway," she taunted. That was a total lie. I can't remember anything that I started that I didn't finish. "Mom, let Damien help out," April asked kindly. She gave me a grin. She was helping me out, but I didn't imagine she would be if she knew my intentions, as vague as they were. "No!" snapped Mom. She took her coffee and stalked out of the room. April's shrug to me showed her confusion. I excused myself, gave April a platonic kiss, and headed off to work. It was only a half-day, with a group meeting and the weekly update. Since I had already finished my part of the project to specifications and ahead of time, I decided to do some plotting. I needed a small camera that could be hid on my person. When I had it, and tested it out, I went back home and got some sleep. April woke me up when she got home we talked for a bit then shared a swim. She was talking to me about her school day, and I was trying to figure how much to tell her. I decided that since I really didn't know anything beside the fact that she wore something kinky, I held my tongue. After April and I had an early dinner, I made up an excuse and called Mom to see if she was still at work. Peggy said she was, but was too busy to talk to me now. She asked if she could take a message, but I said 'no'. Peggy wouldn't lie to me. I told April I was going out for the night and drove to Mom's work. After that, all I had to do was stake out her car. Before nine she came out with the same trench coat on. She drove off and I was sure that with her arrogance she wasn't looking for a tail. She led me downtown to the old industrial district. It was going through gentrification, so it was safe enough to park on the street. I parked a few cars down from Mom. She walked right past my car going down the street. I got out and followed her. A block down, she walked up to a large (and by that I mean HUGE) man who was standing in front of a non-descript door. If it hadn't been for the guy, I would have walked right past it. Mom reached into her purse and pulled out a thick, red, plastic card about the size of a wallet. The man waved a metal paddle over the card, nodded and opened the door for her. She went inside. I heard some noises before the door closed, but things were quiet when I strode past. I staked out the place and saw all kinds of people entering. There were some in expensive suits and guys who looked more at home on a construction site. They all produced a card, and they all got in. I needed a card and I knew how to get one. I stole Mom's. The next night, I was ready to I was dressed in a black shirt, jeans, and black tennis shoes. I didn't want to stand out. I watched Mom approach first. Sure enough, she reached into her purse and ... looked around and finally knelt down and emptied her purse on the street. She was frantic. Finally the man said something to her that was apparently comforting. He pulled out a phone and made a call. The Man nodded to my Mom and opened the door for her. Now it was my turn. Only when I stood before the giant did it occur to me that if the ID card I'd stolen from Mom indicated who it should be, I was in for an epic beat-down. He looked at the card, at my face, and opened the door in one deliberate and practiced fashion. I was inside. It was a chaotic whirl of noises, smells, and the contrast of bright spotlights in a lake of darkness. I heard whipping, slapping, sensuous moans, and yelps of pain. The odors of sex and sweat filled my nostrils. I stumbled down the first few steps because of the bad lighting. I scanned around for my Mother, spotted her and moved to a vantage point. Mom moved with a purpose. She came to an empty table under one of the lights. She didn't stay alone for long. A woman walked up to her and by the way she reacted, she knew my Mom. I wasn't ready for what happened next. Mother grabbed the woman by the hair with one hand while the other moved her short skirt up revealing her nicely trimmed pussy. She pushed the woman into her cunt and the woman began lapping her up. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next, or how I felt for that matter, but I was glad I was recording this. It turned out I didn't have to worry about how I felt or what I was going to do next. A woman walked up to me and said, "Bow down," with some authority. I looked at her, wondering how and why she was even talking to me. As I took her in, I noticed she had jet black, hair worn very short. Her eyes were a rich hazel and looked to be one size too big for her face, which was almost doll-like. She wasn't tall, maybe five-one, but was wearing six-inch heels. She had a nice chest for her size, a tight stomach and waist, and gently swelling in the hips and ass. She was a tight package. She was wearing a black mesh body stocking and was tapping her palm with a riding crop. The woman was looking at me expectantly, which was a pity because I was a little too angry to be kneeling down before anyone. I obviously wasn't acting fast enough, so she whipped the riding crop out and slapped me across the face with it. She had a vicious grin on her face when she hit me. "Ow!" I reached out and touched my cheek were she'd hit me. I could feel a welt coming on. "Bow down," she shouted gleefully. A few people were staring. She hauled back her hand for another swat. As the blow came down, I caught her slender wrist in my hand and squeezed. "Bitch, are you crazy?" I shouted back at her. The look she gave me suddenly changed. Her face showed confusion and fear. I squeezed her wrist harder and twisted. "Ow," she whimpered. Then something occurred to her. She looked surprised and really afraid. "Oh God!" she babbled, "I'm sorry. I saw the light turn red when you came in and I assumed you were part of the staff. Oh God!" I twisted a little harder, she bit her lip and tears weld up in her eyes. The riding crop dropped from her hands. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 01 That was when it all made sense. I was in an S&M Sex club. People thought I was part of the entertainment because I had used my Mom's pass, which meant she was part of the entertainment too. When a red card comes in the light over the door flashed red and the patrons know that person is entertainment. Fuck me. This was what my Mom had turned to in order to save her failing business. My only problem was that I was now in the middle of an exclusive S&M club, with a mountain of muscle at the door and almost certainly other security types around where I couldn't see them. I also had hold of some poor woman who I was hurting to the point of tears. I had to think quickly. "Pick up the riding crop," I snapped to her as I released her sore wrist. She rubbed it and looked at me fiercely. She was playing at a Dom, but I had no intention of playing submissive. "Don't make me ask you again," I growled. She flinched. Reluctantly she bent over to pick up the discarded tool. The second she took her gaze from me, I hauled off and smacked her ass with as much force as I could muster. She yelped in pain and popped up. "Pick up the riding crop," I repeated. She bent down and tried to find it while keeping her eyes on me, but couldn't find it by touch. Again, when she let her gaze slip for a moment, I slapped her other ass cheek. She yelped and popped up again, but this time had the riding crop. The look in her eyes was indescribable. I reached out and took her by the neck and pulled her close to me. She made no move to resist. "I am going to use you like a cheap whore. Disobey me and things will get worse. What is your name?" "We are not suppo ..." she tried to say, but I cut her off with a slap to the face. For a moment I was afraid I'd gone too far. When she looked back at me, though, she was crying, but smiling too. "If I only wanted to refer to you as Bitch, I'd have told you so. Now, what's your name?" I hissed. "Danielle," she whispered. People around me began murmuring their approval. More important to me, we ceased being the source of too much speculation. "Give me my riding crop," I commanded. She did so quickly. "Danielle, are you here to fuck?" She nodded vigorously. "Too bad," I sneered, "I am here to watch other people fuck, but I'm not going to let you. I'm going to play with you, but you can't come. If you do, I'll make you pay. Do you want me to hurt you?" Danielle bit her lip and looked away. I could swear she was smiling. I led her over to a series of low, cushioned chairs. I sat down in one that gave me a good look of the spotlighted table my Mother was at. She was still being pleasured. I pulled Danielle into my lap. I decided to get a good feel for what I had acquired. Her breasts were firm and her nipples responsive. "Lick your fingers and start playing with your nipples," I whispered in her ear. "I want that cloth soaking wet. Nod if you understand." She did. I could already feel myself stirring to full wakefulness down below. I decided to see how she was doing. My hands roamed down her waist and stomach until I reached her hips. I reached between her thighs and pulled her legs apart. I didn't stop until they were outside my own somewhat spread legs, so I was betting she was uncomfortable and off-balance. I ran both hands up her thighs to her crotch, rubbing up and down. She was already soaking wet and immediately hit orgasm when I touched her in what must have been the right spot. "Have you been bad?" I whispered in her ear. At first she was still riding through her orgasm, but when she calmed down, she nodded in the affirmative. "What should I do to you?" I said quietly as I nibbled her ear. She groaned. My hands began rubbing what I assumed to be her clit. I could already feel her running up to her next climax. "I ... I don't know," she panted. I bit into her neck and she moaned louder. I really wasn't in the mood to slap, or whip her. I had to think of something. "Tell me something. Tell me something you don't want anyone else here to know," I commanded gently. "I can't," she whined. "Get off me. Go play somewhere else," I snarled. "But ... but you said you would punish me," she whispered. "Why? You are worthless to me. Why would I waste my time? Get off me," I said as I slowly pushed Danielle up. "I'm a lawyer," she whispered tearfully. I waited. "I'm a divorce lawyer, who is divorced." "Why did he leave you?" I growled. She began sobbing softly. "You couldn't let go in the bedroom, could you? You wouldn't lead and you wouldn't follow, so you lost him. He thought you were dead inside." She nodded. I leaned in and kissed her on the back of her neck. She moaned. I kissed around to one ear. "Good girl," I said. Danielle began grinding her ass into my crotch. That actually gave me an idea. "Stand up," I told her. She stopped moving and tensed up. "Hush," I whispered. "I'm far from being done with you. Now, stand up." Danielle's heart fluttered. "Trust me," was my ghostly urging. She stood up. I ran my hands up and down her upper thighs, buttocks and crotch, ending up finally in the crotch. Her breath quickened. I pinched down the damp fabric between her legs. By the sound of her, I grabbed a few hairs too. I paused for effect then tore the fabric open, exposing her pussy and ass to me. The touch of the cool air caused Danielle to gulp in a deep breath. "Sit, my Whore. Sit," I commanded. She quickly complied. I took a moment to watch my mother. She was putting a strap on while a different woman in front of her was bent over giving a man fellatio. Mom was eyeing the woman's ass intently. I took the riding crop that I had laid down beside me. I brought it around, handle down, to Danielle's crotch and began rubbing the leather knob against vulva. Danielle gasped. "Wait," she panted. "We don't have a Safe word." "Stop. You tell me to stop and I'll stop," I told her. Danielle nodded. I whapped down on her clit and Danielle gasped. "That's for interrupting me, Slut," I teased. She began grinding her ass against my penis still trapped in my pants. "You want this in your cunt, don't you my slut?" I asked, once more rubbing the knob up and down her slit. Danielle moaned. "Tell me you want it." "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, I want it." I twisted he crop around and snapped it on her inner thigh. She yelped and hopped slightly. "I want to hear my slut beg for it, like a proper slut. Tell me you are my slut. Tell me how much you want it." Danielle kept grinding as I talked to her. Whatever I was saying was having an effect, because I could feel her breathing becoming more ragged. "Your slut begs for it, Master. Your slut begs to have her crop shoved up her pussy. Your slut begs to be pounded until she can no longer stand. Please," she begged. "I'll do this one thing for you, but only because I want to see you squirm. I'm going to make you cum, you slut, and I'm going to punish you for it," I growled with sexual tension. For a guy who had no idea what he was doing, I hoped I wasn't doing half bad. I was wondering how much it would take to make her come again. I shouldn't have bothered. I only got the knob in before she gushed all over my hand. For a moment I thought she was having an epileptic seizure it went on so long. It earned me more attention than I liked as several women wanted to know what had set her off so hard. She abruptly stopped after more than a minute. I had to wrap my arm around Danielle to stop her from toppling to the floor. I let her rock back into me. I stole a peak and saw my Mom slamming her dildo into the woman I'd seen earlier. The woman was standing, but bent over with Mom behind her, ramming it into her pussy. Mom held on with one hand and slapped her hard on the ass with her other. She was alternating from side to side and the woman sounded like she loved it. "Thank you," Danielle panted to me. She snaked an arm behind my head and pulled my head into her neck. "I ... I've never cum so hard." "First night here?" I chuckled. "Is it that obvious?" she sighed contentedly. "Can I claim you every night I'm here? I would like that. Would you? I can pay." "Want you?" I growled. "Why would I want a worthless whore like you?" I taunted her. I reached around and took her free hand. I swear I heard her sob. "You are a pathetic slut. Why would anyone want you?" Her shoulders shook and I brought her arm around to my back. "Certainly even a stupid cunt like you can tell you do nothing for me?" I began rubbing her hand up and down my iron shaft that was aching for her. Suddenly she realized the effect she was having on me and her demeanor changed. "You obviously bore me beyond tears, because you are not very talented and there are better, fresher, prettier girls out there. You are old and totally unresponsive. How could anyone want such damaged goods?" She was now rapidly pumping my shaft through my pants. She sobbed again. "Master, have mercy," she pleaded. "Give your worthless whore another chance." She was clearly getting into it. I had another brainstorm. "Turn around and face me. Sit in my lap." As she did so, I gave her a quick lash of the whip. She hopped into my lap, smiling. I took her head in both hands. Her eyes were on fire. "I want to taste your tears," I breathed. "I want to feel your pain on my lips." I brought her head forward finding no resistance on her part. I kissed under one eye then licked up the tears with three long, broad strokes. "Your weakness is like nectar to me," I grinned. I did the same on the other side. "Perhaps I can find some small value in you after all." Danielle moved in to kiss me on the lips. "No," I responded. "You don't get to kiss me. I doubt you are worthy, you contemptible thing." I grinned at her. "I must see if your lips are not totally slutty." I gently kissed her lower lip, touched it with the tip of my tongue, and moved to the corner of the mouth. Danielle tried to reach out with her tongue to touch mine, I pulled back. I gave her a quick snap on the middle back. "Bad," was all I needed to say. I spent five minutes going over her lips and nose and eyes. When I pulled back I was kind of freaked out by the look the woman giving me. "Go get us some drinks. Bring water. You would mess anything else up." "Yes Master," she beamed then padded off to the bar. I had some time to observe Mom. She has the woman she'd been punishing earlier down on the ground in the doggy position. She was reaming the woman up the ass and had one hand in her hair, pulling it back and calling her a bitch and slut. The woman kept egging Mom on. The man who had been there earlier was sitting back, naked and flaccid. I was beginning to understand some of the social dynamics of this place. Entertainers set up in certain areas and clients came around to participate or observe. I figured out that Mom was really popular. She was surrounded by a variety of clientele and that was something I found interesting. I found the attention that Danielle and I had generated to be something I found disturbing. I wanted to lay low. I wanted this to be a one-time thing. I was here to hurt my Mom for all the hurt she'd done to me and April. I noticed a young woman, in her twenties, wearing leather straps that barely covered anything watching me intently. Every time I looked at her she lowered her head and shuffled a few feet closer. Fuck, I had a fan. When Danielle showed, I immediately sensed the tension between them. "What are you doing?" I thundered as I stood up angrily. Danielle nearly jumped out of her skin. "Did I tell you to stand around stupidly? You are my slave and my slave alone and you will do what I say or you will feel pain down to your soul!" Danielle ran over to me and went into a kneeling position, offering the bottles of water up. I took one bottle opened it and drank deeply. "Danielle, do you see the girl watching us?" "Yes Master," she said softly. "She is younger and prettier than you. Do you think she could excite me more than you do?" Danielle remained head down and silent. "She can," I answered. "She would be dynamic, much like your husband's new wife." I was guessing about the new wife thing, but her reaction told me I'd called it right. I thought I saw a tear. "You only have one thing that she does not have. Do you know what that is?" Beaten down and miserable, Danielle could barely respond. I reached out and took her by the chin and tipped her head up. "She doesn't have me as her Master. Why would want another worthless slave when I know I will grow tired and sore punishing you all night long. Go over to her and tell her that you, and only you, are my slut, my whore, my property." Danielle blinked in disbelief. I struck her shoulder with the riding crop. She ran over and confronted the other slave. I was afraid there would be a fight, but Danielle acted so fierce that the taller woman fell back and left. "You took too long," I told her. "Bend over my knee so that you will be more obedient". She knelt and then prostrated herself over my lap. She even gave her butt an extra bit of wiggle I leaned down to her ear so that no one else could hear. "I said you can trust me. I have to punish you for doubting." She wiggled harder. I brought the knob of the crop down to her love canal and slowly started rubbing along it. Then I gave a quick, strong slap to her left ass cheek. She squeaked. I alternated a few seconds to the other stroke. Then I plunged the knob in one strong thrust. Danielle gasped and struggled. Now I was spanking her cheeks and pumping the crop into her in a rapid gate. Even through the fabric, I could tell her cheeks were very red. She hit orgasm for the third time that night. "You will pay for that," I whisper into her ear. She's crying. I give her a moment to say something. "Don't ... stop ... please." She panted. I nodded. I took the riding crop and placed it at the entrance of her asshole. I felt her tense up. Considering I had experimented with Chrissie and anal sex twice, I was unsure what to do. I knew ramming it all the way made you scream. I pushed it hard into the sphincter and it gave away. Danielle screamed. I made short, powerful strokes as I pushed it in farther and farther. I made one more powerful thrust and she screamed again and didn't stop screaming. I thought I might have broken the girl. Wetness flushed down my legs. She'd had a big one again. She was now utterly helpless. I pulled Danielle up until she was in my lap and I had her head up against my chest. She was still panting and crying, and was a total mess. The riding crop was still stuck in her ass. I saw Mom waving off another client and heading for the door. That was my signal to leave. There was the small problem of the woman on my lap. I stood up and pulled Danielle up with me. "It is time for me to go," I told her. I could see her struggling back to life. "Can you stand on your own?" "You can't leave," she pleaded. "When will I see you again?" "Why would I ever want to see you again, you whore," I commented dryly. That upset her. "Stop, stop, stop," Danielle begged. It took a micro-second to realize that this is our safe word. "When can I see you again?" she repeated "I don't know. It depends and my life is complicated right now," I confessed. "Don't you want me?" she said is a pitiful voice. I smiled down at her, cupped her cheeks, and brought our head close together. "I want to take you out to the car and have you. An hour later when we are done with that, I want to take you to my home were we can have sex until sunrise. Then I want you to cook me breakfast because I have this fantasy about you running around in an apron and nothing else. I'm not sure how much eating I would actually get to do, but I promise you this, I want you. Don't doubt that. "I'm Roger and I'm an engineer. My girlfriend left me for another woman." "What a fool," she panted. "I wouldn't let you go." "I feel pretty much the same way about your husband. What a moron. When do you come here? I will try and make it," I promised "I can be here tomorrow. If not then, maybe next Tuesday? I will grab you the moment you step in. Let's go get your money." I reach down and play with the riding crop still stuck in her ass. I reached for it, but she said, "Leave it in, it feels different."' Getting the money was interesting. The Keeper asked to see my card then asked who I was. I told him the truth. He smirked. "You did well tonight. You have a client. It usually takes two to three weeks to establish a relationship. Very well, four hours at two hundred fifty per hour is one thousand dollars plus tips." The man counted out the hundred for me while she ran off somewhere. I was heading for the door when I found her at my side. She folded some more money into my hands, as well as a phone number. She leaned up to give me a kiss, but I stopped her. "I didn't give you permission to kiss me," I threatened. "You will have to pay." I leaned in for a kiss, and it was a strong kiss with our tongues swirling without hint of domination. "My punishment?" she asked demurely. "You have two punishments. One you will not know what it is until it happens. My first punishment is anticipation. The other is whatever my mind comes up with given a day to think on it. Know that I will be planning something special." Danielle looked on in rapt attention. I turned and while leaving I was feeling good about myself. At the door, the Man Mountain pulled me aside. "Card buddy." I handed him the card. He didn't look happy. I figured there was no chance of me getting in ever again, but there was a good chance of me needing a hospital. "Here's your new card, Damien Cullen. Remember, don't talk about the club. If you find a likely candidate to join, contact us and we will do the inviting. We are open from ten until four, though special parties are allowed. We are open Tuesday through Sunday, and you must attend two days a week, or you get dropped. Do you need to know anything else?" "Are you going to beat me up now?" I inquired. The Man laughed then said, "Go home." Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 02 Chapter 2 (Danielle) *Why do we love surprises? Because fear of loss is as strong a lure as the hope of reward.* When I got home, I had two things to do – three actually. I needed to sleep first. I made the morning meal. It was the usual. April and I chatted about her school's latest social scandal involving a cheerleader and a computer nerd. I double checked her Advance Algebra. She was smarter in most everything else, but I was better at math. Dad pretended we weren't there and didn't stir from behind his magazine until our housekeeper brought him his breakfast. Mom came in which was Dad's cue to leave. Mom got a hot cup of coffee. We said 'bye' to Dad and 'good morning' to Mom in the same breath and as always, April and I got maybe a grunt. April looked at me and rolled her eyes. "I think Mom and Dad are getting worse," she whispered to me as Mom went in to get whatever health food crap that was the latest craze. I studied her for a moment. I toyed with the idea of telling her what I knew, but dismissed it. She wouldn't want me taking advantage of the situation. She'd probably knock herself out trying to find an alternative way for Mom to get money. Even if she succeeded, Mom would only hate her more, the Bitch. "It is bad," I admitted. "Don't get in the way. It may blow over." She nodded, but without much enthusiasm. See my Sister was optimistic, but she was really smart too. She hugged and kissed me when her friends showed up to take her to school. She had her own girl posse, who were mostly friends she'd known since grade school. I knew their names, home addresses, cell numbers, birthdays. Hell, I even knew what boys they were dating, who they were crushing on, and what girls were pissing them off. I knew more about them than their own parents. I guess that made me slightly over-protective, but April didn't mind. With Sister gone, I made my way back to my basement room/apartment. I cranked up my work computer and logged onto the company server. I answered the relevant e-mails, updated my manager, got the latest changes to the project downloaded and signed off. I worked on the project updates for an hour, found a discrepancy that needed attention, and fired off that bit of information to the project manager. I was glad I wasn't there to hear her explode, but it was better if we dealt with this now than a month from now, right? Now came the fun part of my day. I downloaded the file from the video recorder onto my home laptop. I don't understand people who keep personally sensitive information where your workplace can access it. All I know is that people do it. I spent the next three hours editing and arranging the video into a full version for me, a version for Danielle, and Mom's Greatest Hits (so to speak). I contemplated showing it to her right then, but it was already noon, and Sis would be home by three and I wanted more time with Mom than that. It looked like I would have to wait. It was Friday. I couldn't count on April to not be around over the weekend and Mom usually went to work early on Mondays, so ... I had to wait until Tuesday, or Wednesday. There was one thing I could do though. I began looking up divorce attorneys' webpages. It was somewhat depressing on how many divorce practices there were in the city. My search bore fruit though. I found Danielle – Danielle Fowler smiling back at me. Her father headed her firm and they employed fifteen other lawyers. That was impressive to me. I began an internet search on Danielle Fowler. She was her Father's only daughter. She had a childless marriage to a man five years younger than she was. His name was Douglas Conway (she kept her maiden name during the marriage). Ole' Doug had dumped her. Their divorce had been low key but I got the impression he'd put her through the ringer. Doug then was seen around town with the daughter of a Banking tycoon, so he had traded up in both ways – richer stipend and younger wife. That had to do wonders for Danielle's self-image. April came home with her three bubbly friends around three-thirty. April wanted something but was afraid to ask. I knew her so well. "What's up, Sis?" I said when we were both in the kitchen getting snacks for her friends. "Can Tiffany, Kate, and Marti stay here this weekend?" she blurted out. This was something new. She hadn't had people overnight at the house since before Mom went to work. She was probably terrified to ask Mom or Dad, but reasoned if I made the call, I could cover for her. "Sure April, it would be great." She looked completely relieved. "Let's go out, talk to the girls, and see what the plan is for dinner." April ran up and hugged me so tight it took my breath away. "Thanks Damien, you are the best," she sighed. I stroked her hair and smiled. "I will always be here for you, Sis," I promised. We took the drinks and snacks out to her teenage friends. Only when I noticed the conversation abruptly cut off did I notice all three girls looking at me. I was wearing my gym shorts and nothing else. It had never occurred to me to wear more in my home. Now I had my Sister's best friends ogling me. I groaned inwardly. I rapidly made dinner plans with the girls and they left to get their cloths and tell their parents. I went to the pool and got in my laps before they got back. By that time, I had on some of my old jeans and my university gym shirt. I figured I had done my bit for my Sister when she dropped another bomb in my lap. Tiffany had brought over four sleeping bags and they wanted to sleep down in my basement. I smiled at her and told her it was okay. I still had to figure out a torture for Danielle. I helped the girls set up the basement den. We moved the furniture to the walls, rolled out the sleeping bags, and talked over what pay-per-view movies I would let them view (okay, I totally gave in to their requests). After I'd paid for the food, I took it down to the girls and retreated back to my room. By nine, I still didn't have a good idea, but I was hoping to come up with something. I was in a maroon shirt and black sacks when I went out to the girls. I couldn't help but feel my groin tingle and stir. All four girls were wearing pajama tops that looked painted on, and shorts that road up their asses to the point I had to wonder how comfortable that was. I had the feeling this look was intentionally designed to short circuit my brain. "Sis," I said softly. She got up and bounced toward me. If she hadn't been my Sister and my best friend, I would have pulled her into my arms and cupped that tight, firm ass. But she was my Sister. "Damn," I teased. "You look hot." I looked over all the girls. "All of you do. I think I'd better get out of here before I forget that I've known you since you were all ten." "I don't think we would mind if you did," Marti said as she rolled from her stomach to her side. She 'accidently' pushed up one of her nice B-cup breasts that were training against her spaghetti strap pink top that barely passed her ribcage. It was so tight on her frame that I suspected she'd owned it since she was ten. "Is it hard to breath in that shirt?" I grinned. "No," she responded as she took in a deep, breast-flaunting breath. "Well, you are making it hard for me to breath," I admitted. She gave me a salacious smile back. "I have to go." "Hot date?" Kate asked. "You could say that," I replied. "Are you going to get her all wet?" Tiffany teased. "Tiffany!" April gasped. "That's okay, Sis. Getting her all hot, wet, and bothered is kind of the point, isn't it?" I told her. "All I have ..." and then it occurred to me what I could do to Danielle. It was wickedly evil. I walked over to where Tiffany was reclining. I knelt down and took her by the back of the head. She suddenly looked frightened and aroused at the same time. I kissed her hard on the lips. "Thanks Tiffany. You are a genius." Tiffany looked stunned. She put her fingers up to her lips. "Sure," she muttered, "any time." The other girls were deathly quiet. "I have to go now," I informed them. Tiffany made a choked little noise that I associated with sexual frustration. I got to the basement door that exited to the outdoors. "Brother," April said in a small voice, "be caref ... Have a good time." I had upset her, but I didn't know how. Right now I was running late and had to go. When I got to the door this time I was smiling. The Big Guy looked at my card, looked at me and thumbed me toward the door. "Did I put one over on you last night?" I had to ask. He laughed. "Brother, you are one handsome looking man. Yours is not a face I was likely to forget." "Why did you let me in?" He shook his head. "You don't get it. There are a lot of women in there who'd claw each other's eyes out in order to get a piece of you. Besides, you clearly did well for yourself. The Boss is pleased. If the Boss is happy, I'm happy." That was good enough for me. I went in. Even before my eyes had full adjusted, a small form came crashing into me. She hugged me tightly. "You came back to me," she wept softly. I pushed her back roughly and backhanded her. I split her lip and she crashed to the ground. She looked up to me, her over-large eyes wide and fearful. "Stop," she sobbed. I reached down and took her hand. I pulled her to me and hugged her to me. I put my head on top of her and stroked her hair and the back of her neck. She sobbed into my chest. "I've been thinking of you," I said comfortingly. She hiccupped and her sobs subsided. I pulled her into the darkness. I pushed her away. She resisted until she realized I was leaning down to kiss her on the lips, at which point she melted into my embrace. As our lips parted, I gave her a mischievous wink and grin. "You've still been a naughty girl." Danielle pouted playfully and nodded. I dabbed the blood on her lip. She winced but didn't pull away. "Have you been anticipating what I have planned?" "Yes," she breathed. "I've been wet all day long. I had to rush to the ladies room ... twice." "I plan to be very cruel." Danielle nodded again. "Take off all your clothes," I commanded. "I want everyone to see you naked." She looked unsure. "Now!" She started peeling off her tight pullover blouse. She had on a short black skirt, black hose, and black calf boots. I walked away from her, purposefully leaving her vulnerable and alone. It was all part of my plan. I found what I was looking for, though it took me some patience to get her. She was in demand, so I had to 'skip' in line to snatch her away from some less aggressive patrons. All it took was borrowing my Mom's arrogance for a few seconds. "Hey," she squealed. "What is all that about?" "I need you to help me humiliate somebody," I informed her. "Are you game?" She gave me a crooked smile. "Sure. Who is our plaything?" I led her to the frightened Danielle. I had left her alone for ten minutes by this time, and she was trying to cover her breasts with one arm and her crotch with her other hand. "What do I call you?" I asked my new companion. "Seven." I walked up to Danielle and she visibly began relaxing when she saw me until she realized I looked angry. "Move your hands," I commanded. "I want everyone to see what a wanton whore you are." She quickly obeyed. I put one hand under her left breast then traced a line up to her nipple. I took it, rolled it in my fingers then twisted and pulled. Danielle gasped. "We need light," I observed. "I want everyone to see you." I took Seven's hand but decided to push Danielle ahead of us. I saw her cringe when her bare foot stepped upon some wet spot on the floor. I was surely glad I didn't have to clean up this place every morning. I found a vacant lighted area. I had Seven step into the light first. She was a gorgeous blonde, well-proportioned and nearly as tall as I. She looked a lot like someone else in Danielle Fowler's life. First I requested, not ordered, Seven to undress. I helped her. In general, I was very polite and kind. I then laid Seven out so that she was reclining on the sofa with one leg hanging off. "Kiss her," I told Danielle. She took a step forward. "On the lips." She took another step toward Seven. "No," I said softly, "the other lips." Danielle turned and looked at me. There was pain and fear in her eyes. She really didn't want to do this, but that was the whole point. I held her in an iron gaze. Danielle turned back to Seven and knelt between her legs. She gingerly leaned in and kissed her outer lips. Seven gave a snort. "Are you good for nothing?" I taunted Danielle. "I don't think she's ever done this before," Seven mocked. "I believe the only other woman's pussy she's tasted has been on her husband's cock," I teased. "At least she should be used to the taste of 'Hot Young Thing'. Isn't that right, you useless cunt?" Danielle hiccupped. I reached down and pushed her head into Seven's pussy. I ground it in good. Seven moaned. I looked to Seven. "You may need to teach this bitch how it's done." I took off my belt and smacked Danielle across her curvaceous ass. She yelped. Seven reached down and grabbed Danielle by her hair down to the scalp. She pulled Danielle into her cunt and began instructing her on how a pussy was eaten. "You sucked down your husband's cum," Seven taunted, "but you couldn't get him to go down on you; how pathetic." "She probably couldn't even swallow it correctly," I said. "She probably spit it up and made a mess. I swear I don't see why I bother when I have women like Seven around." I could see that Danielle was struggling to lick Seven's slit. She was making a clumsy attempt at it. She was definitely crying though. About now, she was really feeling like she was eating the cunt of the twenty-something that had preferred over her. "That's it," Seven exhaled. "Right there you little bitch, or don't you know what a clit is? There you go, now stick your tongue deep in. Lick it inside and out." Seven was rocking Danielle's head from side to side. "I'll be back in a few minutes," I told Seven. "I will see what I can teach this little, bity slut," she laughed. Looking to Danielle, she instructed, "now put your hand down between your own legs. Use your fingers on yourself to duplicate what your tongue is doing to me." Danielle complied, making Seven moan. I headed into the dark. I went looking for Mom. Tonight was going very differently for her. As I found her, she had just finished using a Pony Tail to sodomize a middle aged woman when a large, hairy man spun her around and slapped her. He was old, his hair all grey and his skin sagging, for all his bulk. His penis was ridiculously small for someone his size. He was screaming at my Mother, calling her a slut, whore, and cocksucker. He threw her down and tore at her skirt, tearing it. Mom looked up at him, angry and fearful at the same time. A crowd was gathering, but instead of helping Mom, they were egging the man on. The man spread my Mom's legs open and pushed into her. She didn't seem too lubricated because she cried out in pain and the man couldn't fully penetrate her. He slapped her then backhanded her. Those were going to leave a mark. Not being so successful going in the front opening, he opted for the back door. He hiked Mom's legs up to his shoulders and leaned his bulk into her making her moan in pain. He forced his way into her ass. She screamed again and started beating her fists against his side. She was screaming "No, No", but no one did anything. We were the entertainment after all. The only saving grace appeared to be that the old guy didn't have much sexual stamina. After only a few stabs, he pulled out and dribbled some cum on her pussy mound. I thought that might be the end of it, but now other people came swarming in. Someone immediately took the old guy's place, ramming into her still dry pussy. She cried out, but was cut short by someone pushing his dick into her mouth. A woman came up and began mauling her breasts. The moment one attacker pulled out, another took their place. Soon they had her off the table, someone abusing every hole, with her jacking off to other guys. They were dumping cum all over her. Tears were streaming down her face. After twelve minutes the orgy was over. I moved away confident that I'd recorded the entire thing. When I returned Danielle looked ready to bust wide open. Her face was covered in Seven's juices and her face was still at her cunt. One of Danielle's hands was savagely rubbing her own clit, while the other was pushing two fingers inside Seven. Seven was fully reclined, panting and sweating. "Does the Bitch make you happy?" I asked Seven as I knelt beside her. She nodded lazily. "The Bitch is a quick learner. I only had to give her the belt ten times," she sighed sensually. I looked at Danielle's back and saw the welts crisscrossing her back. "I'm not convinced," I lied. I really thought Danielle was working her heart out. Still, I felt I had to do what came next if I was to go forward with her. "Seven, do you know I've never had sex with this slut?" "No? Why's that?" "If one man has cast it out after wearing it down, why would I want it? I am a young man, and I have a young man's needs. What do I need a frigid little bitch for when there are real women out there?" "I'm a real woman," Seven panted. "I know you are. It is plain as day, and because of that, I have a gift for you." I stood up and unzipped my pants. I was going without underwear tonight. I pulled out my semi-rigid cock and directed it toward Seven's lips. She licked the tip and murmured appreciatively as it continued to expand. "Nice and thick, just the way I like it," she purred before swallowing my purple head. I put one hand upon her head. I looked down and made eye contact with Danielle who seemed transfixed with what we were doing. Her hunger was raw and painful to see. "Don't you come, you bitch," I growled at her. She gulped but kept working feverishly on Seven. Seven was taking more and more of me into her. I began putting a gentle pressure her head until her nose pressed up against my stomach. Seven was definitely an expert cocksucker. I growled out my passion as I slowly started to face-fuck Seven. "You couldn't deep throat your husband, could you?" I taunted Danielle. "Could you even get past the head without gagging? I bet he preferred getting a hand-job instead of a blow job. That is so pathetic." Seven began gasping around my cock and I realized she was close to cumming. "Frig her faster," I told Danielle. She dove in with gusto. Seconds later, Seven's body began to tense up and then it exploded in a thousand muscle contractions. The feeling I got through her mouth around my cock was too much. I held off as long as I could, and as soon as she took a refreshing breath through her nose, I shot a load down her throat. She gobbled it up hungrily, sucking me like a vacuum cleaner. Not a drop escaped and I swear I most of poured a pint of my seed into her. She licked me clean as I came out. "Master," Danielle whispered to me from between Seven's legs. Her eyes were streaming with tears and her voice cracked with need. "You may cum," I said evenly. She leaned away from Seven. She took the hand that had been inside Seven and began playing with a nipple. Her other hand kept stimulating herself. I put my dick back into my pants then bent over Seven and engaged in a battle of tongues. I tasted salty, but she was intoxicating. She was really good at this whole sex club thing. I wonder what, if any other, job she had. I turned to Danielle and took her hand away from her nipple. I stuck those cum-slick fingers into my mouth and started sucking on them. Seven tasted good enough to eat. I also sent Danielle over the edge. She began to spasm and twisted on the floor. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 02 Danielle looked up at me, her makeup destroyed by her tears. I glared down at her, putting on a façade of disgust as I did so. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, her chin and lips were glossy with Seven's cunt juice. Something warred within Danielle's mind. "Stop," she whimpered. I was immediately kneeling at her side, holding her tight as she unleashed a torrent of anguish into my shoulder and chest. Her whole body was racked with sobs. I looked up to Seven. "I think we are done here," I said quietly. "Thank you and I mean that." The look I got from Seven was one of confusion and surprise. For a second I thought she was angry with me. Instead, for an instant, her face lost that cool, professional edge and she smiled at me with sudden warmth. The mask fell back into place so that I was not one hundred percent sure what I had seen. She gave me a quick salute, gathered her clothes up, and left. "You are only with me because I'm paying you," Danielle said in a hollow voice. I reached down and took her chin into one of my hands. I tilted her head up. "Do I have to leave you now to prove that is not the case?" I told her. She kept staring up at me. "It hurts so much," she confided to me. "I came home to find my longtime girlfriend in bed with an older, more experienced woman. How do you think I felt?" I joked with her. "Like you had been a fool to ever trust them," she admitted. "Just because someone treats you like a piece of shit, doesn't mean you are shit. It means they never bothered to get to know you. Breaking trust is a selfish act. It is not deserved. I am of the opinion that it is the selfish people that should be punished. Those they've screwed over have suffered enough." By the time I had finished that little speech, Danielle was mutely staring up at me. "How did you get so wise?" she wondered. "I hang out with cool people," I responded. She kept studying me. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she said, with a real sense of vulnerability. "You walked up and hit me with a riding crop," I confessed. "Somehow that made me very interested in you." That didn't seem to register with her. "When I came in here the first time, I was angry with someone, and I took it out on you. Right after you freaked out that first time; I realized I had fucked up, so I tried to make it up to you." Danielle snuggled into my lap. "You did ... make it up to me." She hesitated a few seconds while I kissed the top of her head. "How did you know what to do, if you are not a professional?" "Don't take this as an insult, but you aren't that hard to read," I told her. "Oh." "This leads me to believe that people have been manipulating you most of your life," I continued. That brought some serious silence. I opted to change the subject. "Aren't you cold? Let's get you dressed." "And the floor is sticky and I really don't want to think about 'with what'." We got up and I led her to where she'd stacked her clothes. "Are you tired of seeing me naked?" she tested me. I reached around her slowly and seductively then painfully pinched her butt. "Ow!" she screeched. "If they would let me take you out of here tossed over my shoulder, butt-naked, I would. Sadly, that would most likely cause both of us to never be invited back here again." She graciously bowed to my logic. "Why haven't you had to have sex with me? It is a sex club." "Do you feel sexually deprived?" I teased. She shook her head. "I would like a little something in me," she counter-teased, "or in your case a big something." "Do you really want to have sex with me?" I inquired. She nodded coquettishly. "Well," I grinned, "you don't get to have it. Bad Girl. Very Bad Girl." Danielle screwed up her face in frustration then gave me a little push. I responded by grabbing her, spinning her around, and spanking her little bottom until she pleaded for mercy. "I am going to enjoy next time. I'm going to get a girl to go down on you, but every time you get close, I'm going to have her stop. I'm going to draw it out as long as possible." Danielle shivered in anticipation. She put a single finger up to her lips. "Master, may I kiss you?" "You have pleased me tonight. You may have one kiss," I allowed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her. Right before our lips touched, she searched my eyes for something. "Do you like me?" "Yes," I replied without hesitation. "Do you want me?" "Yes," I said in a huskier voice. "Then I am yours," she panted right before pulling me into a passionate embrace. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 03 Chapter Three (Consequences) *When you decide to hate, remember to not become what you hate.* I had the rest of the weekend to think. Okay, I had the rest of the weekend that I was able to pry away from my Sister and her friends. I went out for my morning laps, and 'bang' they are all in the pool, flirting and playing around. To add to my troubles, April was upset with me about something, but wouldn't tell me what it was. I hated that, because we always shared. I wondered if she might have found out about Mother and what I was doing, but as far as I knew, my computer system was safe. The girls went out to a party Saturday night. I knew where it was and bargained them down to coming home at one a.m. I took that time to edit out Mom's latest escapades, which was even more explicit and damning. Dad could crucify her. Something occurred to me as I was finishing up; that was the issue of money and what was my Mom doing with it. If she'd been paying Dad back, I would have expected Mom to have made noise about it. Her business was more her baby than her real children had ever been. I asked myself where the money might be. Mom wasn't a Warren Buffet. It couldn't be that hard to figure out. Mom's greatest weakness was her arrogance. She'd gotten what she wanted for so much of her life she'd come to expect things to continue that way. That was why she was so bitter about her business. She couldn't fathom why she was failing. She could never imagine that she was the one at fault. She also couldn't imagine that her latest scheme might fail, so she wasn't careful. Hot, beautiful, but stupidly arrogant, that was Mom. I found a checkbook in her purse to a bank where I knew Mom and Dad didn't do business. I got the routing number and a carbon copy of her signature. I was impressed with the amount. She must have been working hard. This money represented a lot of spankings, slaps, and cum shots to the face. All I had to do was write out a check for all but twenty-two dollars of the account and do a passible copy of her signature. Monday morning, after seeing April off and doing my laps, I stopped by the bank on the way to work. I opened an account at the bank and deposited my Mother's check. I went to work with a song in my heart. Monday night Mom was at home (imagine that). I finally had the chance to study her. I'd disregarded her for so long, I only now saw some fraying around the edges. She was struggling to keep it together. It was almost time to kick the doors in. I spent the night with April down in my basement watching her favorite movie. She seemed a bit detached and I was getting tired of it. I started a tickle fight. She resisted at first, but then she suddenly became a wild beast and bore me to the ground. She tickled me so hard I could barely move. "Who's the best?" she trumpeted. "You are – the best ever." "I love you," she declared staring down at me. "I love you too, Kiddo," I replied. April put her ear to my chest and listened as my heart pounded and my breathing struggled to return to normal. I figured we had made some progress. Tuesday night was what I had promised and more for Danielle. I let her run her hands over my body. I had a sleek young lady eat her out, torturing her for a half hour until I feasted on her nipples, biting and pulling on them. Her orgasm was intense. It was more intense when I had Danielle hold the head of that same woman while I screwed the other woman to two orgasms. I kept looking her in the eyes while I made love, watching her war with her emotions. She asked me to leave with her and spend the night. I told her she wasn't ready yet. By my calculations it wouldn't be until nine thirty Wednesday morning before Mom went to the bank. They'd let her see the check and that would leave her in the awkward position of reporting me for bank fraud, which would let Dad know everything and ruin her. She'd know that her money was now in my hands. I finished my laps, told the engineering firm I would be working from home today, and sat down at my computer. I hoped she didn't get a ticket burning up the road home. I heard the door slam and her high heels pounding down the tile and hardwood floors. I had left the doors open so I could hear her come in. She pounded down the stairs, cursing under her breath. I stood to face her. "Damien," she shouted when she saw me sitting at my computer, "I don't know how in hell you did what you did, but you are going to fix it right now ..." "Or," I said calmly. She stopped short, rage burning in her eyes. It made her look very sexy. It was also the first real emotion she'd shown me in forever. "I'll turn you into the bank," she snarled. "You'll go to jail." "Good luck with that. It is your check, your signature, and now it looks like you are using my name to hide money from Dad. Besides, you've already seen the check and told the bank it was okay. What's your story going to be now?" There wasn't much more she could do. She hauled off and slapped me. It hurt, but it couldn't wipe the smile from my face. "Oh, it gets better," I said, rubbing my cheek. She hauled off, ready to hit me again, but I was ready for that. "Did you even bother to think of how I knew where the money came from? It certainly wasn't from your business." Mom trembled with anger, but withheld her hand. There was this tiny spark of fear inside that bonfire of rage. She didn't have an answer. "Let me show you something. It is some of your greatest hits. I figured you would enjoy them even more the second time around." I hit a key on my laptop and the widescreen TV began streaming the footage from the past week. It had everything from her changing, to her stopping at the club, going inside, and all the attention she was getting and receiving. Mom looked gut punched. I nudged her over to a chair and she collapsed into it. I had just eviscerated her hopes and dreams. Any pity I felt was washed away in the torrent of all the times I had held my Sister while she wept from the cruel barbs and the silent neglect we got from both parent, but especially Mom. "What ... why?" she managed to say. "The short story: I hate you. I hate what you've tried to do to April. I want to see you suffer for a long, long time, and this is the perfect way to do it. Dad is going to gut you like a fish. You will be working at that club for the rest of your life, or for the last few years you have before your beauty fades and they become bored with you." She looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. It was like she'd expected a lonely fifteen year old boy and suddenly found herself confronting a twenty-two year old man. The only sound for two minutes was the sound of my Mom getting it up the ass from a large black guy who had bent her over a chair and put a stirrup in her mouth. "Please," was her barely audible plea. "Do you think you have suffered enough?" I asked her. She leapt on that tiny thread of hope. "Yes." "Hardly," I scoffed. "You have seven years of neglect to pay back for, Bitch." That confused her. "What do you mean?" she asked me. "You've proven to be a not-so-cheap whore, so I'm going to treat you like one." I lowered my shorts and pulled out my stiffening cock. "Suck on it." Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped open. "I can't! I'm your Mother. That's sick," she declared. She tried to stand up, but I pushed her back down. "You aren't much of a Mother," I sneered. "If you don't want Dad getting this footage in an e-mail, I suggest you start sucking." "Damien," she said near tears, "I can't. Please." I shrugged, put my dick back up, and walked over to my computer and called up my mail service. I pulled up the letter I'd already written Dad. Mom looked past me and read the title: Mom's Infidelity. I moved the mouse over to the send button. "Say good-bye Bitch," I told her calmly. I was about to get her out of April's and my life forever. "Wait!" Mom said, jumping up. "I'll do it." "Do what, Mommy?" "I'll suck your dick," she said softly. I turned to her. "Beg me for it, Ilene." I held my finger on the key. "Come over here on knees and beg me for it." The look she gave me was pure hate. She did get up and walk over to me and then got back on her knees. "I beg you Damien, let me suck your dick," she said through gritted teeth. "That was hardly convincing," I grinned. "Take off your blouse and try again." "I won't," she glared. "Bye," I grinned. Before my finger went down, she reached out and grabbed my belt. "Wait," she pleaded. "I'll do it." She started unbuttoning her shirt, going top down. When she finished, she pulled out the shirt from her skirt and shrugged out of the sleeves. She tossed her shirt to the side. She still had that burning stare. "Well, that's nice, but you made me ask twice. Take off your skirt too." She bit off her reply. Instead she stood back up, unzipped her skirt from the side, and stepped out of it. "Nice stockings and garter belt, Ilene. White suits you. Now kick the skirt to the side," I smiled. She did so. "Back on your knees and try begging again." "Please, Damien let me suck your cock. I'm so hungry for it," she begged with a tad more sincerity than she had shown before. I reached out and stroked her hair. I also moved my finger away from the button. "Pull down my shorts," I commanded. She did so and I stepped out of them. I took off my shirt as well making myself totally naked before my Mother. I caught her gaze going over my body. "Start sucking, you bitch," I commanded. She looked up at me, hate still in her eyes, but I saw the hint of something else. She rubbed my member and held it up to her lips. She licked the tip and then kissed it. She licked the tip, ran her tongue down the shaft before returning to the head. She took it into her mouth and began sucking it. I slowly started rocking my hips, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. Unbidden, her hands went up my thigh and snaked around to grab my ass cheeks. She began kneading them and a tiny moan escaped her lips. I placed my hands on each side of her head and began to slowly push my cock further down her throat. She initially resisted at first then inexplicitly relented. She began gobbling it down, rolling her tongue around the shaft and playing games with her lips that Chrissie had never even thought of. "You are one hell of a cocksucker Mom," I moaned. She mumbled something but I couldn't make it out through all the slurping. "Ilene, take off your bra. I want to play with those gorgeous tits of yours." She slurped out my cock. "Please don't," she begged. "You aren't sucking and you're talking back. Take off your panties while you're at it. I've never seen your cunt up close." My voice was pitiless. She looked down and shook her head, but instead of defying me, she unhooked her bra and started taking it off. I shoved my dick back down her throat, putting in a steady rhythm as I made her deep throat me again. Her bra came off. He worked off her lacy white panties while I started rubbing and twisting her nipples. I wasn't cruel but I was insistent. Once more, she pulled my cock out of her mouth. "Don't ... please. You are my Son," she moaned. "Holy Crap, Mom. You want me to bone you. What a slut." She looked away as I spoke those words. I put my hands under her arms and pulled her up. Mom looked surprised. "Thank you," she sighed. "Ilene, come with me to the sofa," I ordered. I pushed her ahead of me. When we got there, I laid down. Mom stared down at me with uncertain eyes. "Now, go down on me." She closed her eyes and began to kneel beside my hips. "No," I directed, "I want to taste that pussy of yours. Straddle me." Her eyes opened and she stared at me. She almost said something, but stopped herself. She had figured out that arguing with me would only cost her more. "Kick off your shoes and get on top." Mom nodded and did as I directed. I found myself staring up at her snatch. I didn't dive right in. I studied it, gently pushing her folds aside to examine the place I had come from over twenty years ago. Her clit was larger than Danielle's. I felt Mom's mouth engulf my cock once more. It felt even better when she deep throated me all on her own. Her bobbing up and down only added to the pleasure. I decided to return the favor. I pulled her hips down until I could kiss her clit. It sent a jolt through her. Apparently she was used to being used and raped by those out for their own pleasure and not her own. Her clit whirled around my tongue before I moved up and began lapping at her sopping wet cunt. She was totally wanton. I figured I had found a perfect routine because she picked up her pace on me and started moaning. I worked a finger into her pussy. I reached around until I felt another jolt, her G spot. I didn't rub it, though, I rubbed around it. When I worked my second finger in, she stopped sucking, rose up her head and groaned loudly. "Oh fuck," she panted. "What the hell are you doing?" I didn't respond with words. I nibbled down on her clit while coaxing her G spot at the same time. Her back arched, she gasped for air, and gave me another "Oh fuck," then her juice rushed into my mouth. I lapped it up. It was a rich, different taste, thicker than what I was used to. I went back after her clit the moment I swallowed the last of her juice. "Please," she pleaded, "give me a second." I stopped. "Thank you," she panted. "Get off," I told her, pushing up on her hips. Shakily she got up. I scooted out from under her and got up on my knees. "Resume your position." "What are you going to do?" she gasped. "I am going to fuck you," I answered. "Now get down on your hands and knees." "Don't do this," she whispered. "Now I'm going to fuck you up the ass, Mother. Get on your hands and knees." Her eyes were pleading, but she found no mercy in me. Reluctantly she settled down, on her hands and knees, her luscious butt in my face. I leaned in, pushed her ass cheeks aside and began licking her along her crack, past her rosebud to her pussy and back again. After a few strokes, I began working my tongue into her ass. She was tensing up, but that made the game more interesting. When I pushed my tongue in deeper, she grunted and pounded the sofa with her fist. "You like it up the ass, do you?" I teased when I withdrew enough to talk. "Admit it." "Yes," she panted, "I like it up the ass. Fuck you," she said with baited breath. I laughed. "I plan to let you," I grinned. I went back to alternating strokes and penetrations until her whole backside was vibrating with sexual tension. I ran a hand along her pussy and pulled back very sticky fingers without even entering her. I licked up the juices. Closing up behind her, I took hold of her hips and slowly pushed my dick into her pussy. It was like putting a hot rod into butter – very hot butter. This must have been the best fuck I'd ever had. Mom wasn't exactly tight, but my thickness was stretching her out, rubbing her clit on each piston-like stroke. "Tell me when you are close," I told her as I playfully smacked her ass. She was slow in responding, so I spanked her again. Now she nodded. She was panting too hard to speak. "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming. I'm cumming," she screamed out. I pulled out of her and drove three fingers into her pussy. She started to look around, growling in frustration, but I had started hammering her back in. At the same time I as I did that, I reached out and grabbed her tip. She began bucking against me. She was on the edge. I then drove two fingers into her ass. Mom exploded. She pushed off the sofa and drove both of us into an upright position. Her arms reached back and grabbed my hair. She drove her ass up and down on her own accord. I stopped rubbing her clit and grabbed hold of a tit, wedging the nipple between two fingers. I squeezed and she kept thrashing against me. She squired all over my cock and thighs. That was enough for me. I shot up into her, pumping in as deep as I could. She wound down, but stayed glued to me with our combined sweat. Her chest was heaving. "Damien," she gasped, "what are you doing to me?" "Making you pay for being a totally selfish bitch for all these years. You are a failure as a Mother, but you are turning out to be an excellent slut. I haven't come in your ass yet. Now turn around and get me hard again. For the next three hours you are going to be my personal whore and I'm going to use you anyway I want." She turned around and dove into my prick, licking her own cum off my member and thighs. "What I meant," she clarified, "was who taught you to fuck like this. You've made me cum twice in thirty minutes." "That would be Chrissie," I told her. "If I ever see her again when she's not face deep in another woman's crotch, I'll tell her you approve." She went back to sucking down my dick. When she had coaxed me to rock hard status she quickly turned around with no urging and got back on he hands and knees. I was speechless. I dove into her ass, licking it, teasing in my tongue and scooping up her juices and lubricating her opening. When I felt I was ready, I brought my penis up and pressed it against her sphincter. This time there was virtually no resistance and I popped right in. I took it in slow steps, pushing in an inch then letting her rectum accommodate my girth. I followed this pattern until I had my hips pressed against her ass. Mom let out a long, throaty moan. I started to piston in long strokes, pulling all but my head out then rushing it back down to the bottom. This elicited grunts when I slammed home. I was keeping the pace slow and steady. "Ilene, why don't you reach down and play with your pussy," I suggested. She did so. She also began playing with my balls when I finished my down stroke. About two minute into it, I could tell my Mom was totally in the zone, her hormones running rampant. "Mom, when was the last time Dad fucked you?" She didn't answer, so I grabbed some of her hair and pulled her head back. "Five months ago," she confessed. "When you got that final loan? That cocksucker; I have to find a way to pay him back too." That sentiment made Mom pound back harder. "You knew about that?" she groaned. "Fuck." "If you are really good Mom, I will let you help pay Dad for his part in this." She began grinding her hips and ass harder yet. I could feel myself getting ready to blow. "I'm about to cum; cum with me. I was pounding a way into her ass, which tightened like a glove. It was my turn to grunt with determination. "I'm gonna ... gonna ... cumming!!!" I cried out as I pour shots of semen deep into her bowels. The sensation cascaded Mother into her own orgasm. I held on as she bucked and thrashed. When she finished we fell down together. I pushed up on my elbows so I wouldn't be crushing her. "Do I get my money back now?" she panted. "Not likely. I'll pay you like the club pays you. You'll have to earn that money all back again, and you will have to do it on my dick." "I earned that money," she growled. I spanked her ass. "You will have to earn it all over again. This is what you get for not going to a single one of April's after school function for the past five years." "Please, Damien, you are my Son," she pleaded again. "No panties." She looked confused. "Don't wear panties unless I tell you to. Also get strapless bras that snap in the front. I want easy access to your wonderful tits. Wear slutty clothes too. I want you to remember who you belong to now." "How long will this go on?" she moaned. "Until I tired of you and turn everything over to Dad, or, maybe, you earn my forgiveness." "How do I do that?" she sounded hopeless and trapped. "Mom, you aren't a dumb woman, figure it out. Now let's go to the shower, I want to clean up and have another taste of that ass." Off we went, reluctant Mom in tow. I had given her a way out. All she had to do was learn to be a decent Mother. I didn't hold out much hope. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 04 Chapter Four (Truth and Trust) *If love was easy we wouldn't value it.* The change was immediate. April did notice the change in Mom and in ways I had not anticipated. After Mom got her morning coffee, she sat down at the table and read the paper. When our housekeeper brought Dad his breakfast, she asked (not told) her to get her a half-grapefruit and an English muffin. April caught my gaze and gave me a 'wtf' look. I acted like I didn't know what was going on either. Dad didn't notice anything. After he went to work and April went to school, I ambushed her in Mom bedroom and took her to bed. I ate her out then pushed her legs up and banged her to two orgasms. I told her I was taping our latest session and told her she was such a whore. She didn't say anything to me the entire time. The Friday morning Mom told April that her hair looked nice. April nearly fell out of her seat. April asked Mom how her day had been and what she was up to. Mom returned the favor. It was the longest conversation I had ever seen them have. I was so horny I took her in Dad's study up the ass, again in the play room - missionary position, then in the pussy and ass again in the shower, and all before eleven o'clock. The final time she called out my name when she came. She cursed me as she did so. When I handed her the money she'd 'earned', she gave me a crooked grin and said, "If it makes you feel better." She stuffed the hundred dollar bills in her bra. As she turned to walk away, I playfully spanked her panty-covered ass. She giggled and sauntered away. I was beginning to wonder who was screwing who. Saturday morning, I was called into work because someone else screwed up. I called Mom and ordered her to meet me for lunch when I was done. While at the restaurant, I took her to the Men's Room and bent her over a urinal and pounded her until she came screaming. I then told her to meet me in the car while I finished eating. She was crazy with lust when I got to the car and went down on me so fast she nearly broke my dick off. After I came the first time, she got me hard again and bounced on me, tits in my face, until she came in a shaking frenzy. I told her to give Peggy a raise. "You don't need to be so gentle," Danielle teased me that evening. I looked down at her, hands bound behind her back and a pony tail out her butt. I raised an eyebrow. "Master," she hastily added. I took the riding crop and put the tip under her chin. I flicked it down and stung one of her nipples. She bit her lip and yelped. "Should I gag you, my insolent slut?" I growled. "But Master, how would I say the word?" "That would be your problem, not mine," I sneered. "But for now, you amuse me. I will allow one kiss." She looked up at me expectantly. She struggled to stand up. "Not on the lips," I smiled. I opened my zipper and pulled out my cock. She stared at it, eyes wide. Hesitantly, she leaned forward until her lips barely touched it. She licked it lightly, kissed it again, and then attempted to engulf the head slowly in her mouth. "Mmmm" she moaned. I stroked the top of her hair with the riding crop. She licked the tip again, but when she went for the shaft, I took a handful of hair and yanked back. She yelped, looking up with tears in her eyes. "Kiss - not suck. You really are a stupid slut, aren't you? Say it." "I'm a stupid slut," she then added, "and my Master is a Saint for putting up with me." I knelt down beside her, took both breasts in my hands. I kissed her deeply, tongues intertwined, while I twisted and pulled on her nipples. "You really are making me very, very angry," I panted between kisses. "I can tell," she panted back. "Stop." I stopped the twisting and pulling, but not the kissing. "I want you in my bed," Danielle said softly. "Please. Please come home with me." "Do you still trust me?" I asked. "Yes," she breathed heavily. "We are not ready yet, but keep begging. I find it highly erotic." I kissed her again then went back to torturing her nipples. "Unh, unh, unh," Mom huffed as I pushed my throbbing member into her from behind. I had hold of her hips with one hand and was teasing her clit with the other. I had her on all fours and was kissing and nibbling on her back. That gave her goose bumps. "You are such a bitch," I snarled as she clamped her cunt muscles down on my cock. It felt like a wet, smothering hand job. "I'm -- your -- bitch," she panted out. "Make -- me -- your -- slut -- Damien," she continued as I kept pounding into her. I pinched her nipple "Oh Fuck!" she screamed. She started to tremble and shake as the orgasm took over. Her vagina felt like it was trying to milk my cock. "Damien? Mother!" gasped April from the doorway. We both turned to look at her, but Mom's face was wreathed in orgasmic bliss. April was rendered speechless. I the shock of seeing my Sister plus the strength of Ilene's orgasm made me blow my load into her cunt which only made Mom moan louder and longer. "April ..." I couldn't think of anything else to say. She dropped her book bag and raced down the hall out of sight. I hadn't thought to lock the door to Mom's room. In retrospect, I had let success go to my head and was as guilty of arrogance as Mom had been. Mom collapsed forward and my semi-rigid cock came out of her with an audible 'pop'. I slid off the bed and grabbed my jeans. I jumped into them and raced after April. I came to her room. The door was slightly ajar and I heard her sobbing. I took a deep breath and knocked. "April, I can explain." She responded by sobbing louder. I opened the door enough to see her lying face down on her queen-sized bed. Her shoulders shook with each sob. "April, I'm coming in." I came in and sat down beside her. "I can explain." "Why Mom?" she asked me as she looked up. Her eyes were puffy and red from her tears, and her cheeks were streaked. Without thinking I reached out and brushed a tear away. It hurt me seeing her this way. "I wanted to get revenge on her for treating us so badly. I'm blackmailing her into having sex with me because if she doesn't Dad will divorce her and she'll get nothing. She'll even lose her business. I think I may have gotten carried away," I admitted. "Not why did you make Mom do it, you idiot," April hiccupped. "I meant why not me?" I was dumbstruck. "But you are my Sister. I love you," I tried to explain. "She's your Mother, and I love you too," she said as she propped herself up and rolled onto her side. "But I hate her and love you. I've been taking care of you since you could walk," I responded. "Damien, I've loved you for years. I keep telling you, but you have never understood. Damien, I love you. You have always been the only man in my life." My eyes grew wide. Here was my little Sister unloading her heart to me and not in a way I expected. "April, we can't. I've always treasured you and wanted to protect you. I'd never hurt you. You mean too much to me." "But you can make Mom scream your name as you fuck her and make her cum like a madwoman?" she smiled weakly. "Damien, you are so weird." I looked over at the wall. I didn't know what the hell to do. Something occurred to me. "Last weekend -- why were you so pissed with me?" "My friends were talking about ways they would seduce you. They were really creative and I was so jealous. It made me angry to have you so close, but believing you would hate me if I ever told you how much I wanted you." "Your brother seems to be having that effect on the women of this household," Mom said from the doorway. She'd put on a robe, but it was sheer. I could make out her areolas and her engorged nipples through the fabric. "Mom, what are you doing here?" April asked angrily. "You are my children," came her reply. Her statement surprised Mom as much as it did us. April looked confused. I couldn't blame her -- Mom was acting like a mom. "What blackmail do you have on her?" questioned April. Mom hesitated and bit her lower lip. "We work at the same sex club," I replied. Now April looked at me confused. "Sex club? When did this happen?" "Two weeks for your brother. I've been doing it for a few months," Mom informed her. "He has a client too." "Client? What is a client?" wondered April. "She a woman who exclusively uses my services," I explained. "Do you have sex with her too?" "No. I am helping her work through some relationship issues," I responded. Mom laughed. When April looked at Mom, she nodded to me. "I've had sex with other women on her behalf," I confessed. April took a deep breath and let it slowly out. "Are you any good at it?" "Sex; I guess so," I told her. "He's really good, and with as much fucking as I've done in the past few months, I can attest to just how good that is." "That doesn't help, Mom," April said. "You asked," she shrugged. "Don't let him be your first though." "Why is that?" April and I asked simultaneously. "He'll ruin you for anyone else," she laughed. I stood up and faced Mom. "Get over here," I commanded. Mom gave a slight toss of the head and came over to the bed. "Bend over," and she did. I hauled off and smacked her delicious ass. It gave tiny ripples from the impact. She gave out a sharp intake of breath. April gasped too. Mom pushed her ass out and I obliged by smacking the other cheek. Mom rocked again. "Do you want to give it a try?" I asked April. She looked hesitant, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her up and around. "Haul off and give it a good wack," I instructed. April shook her head. "I can't." "Think about all the Parent-Teacher conferences she missed, the practices where I had to pick you up in the rain because she forgot, or was too busy. Think about every time she trashed your clothes, your hair, or your make-up." I was making her angry, but not angry enough. "Think about what she was doing with me five minutes ago. Think about how that should have been you." *Smack* I felt that one and I wasn't even the one hit. Mom gasped. Her ass was slower in coming back. "Move it, you Cow," growled April. When the ass was in the right position, she slapped the other one. She was aiming for a third shot when I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back. Mom rose up and rubbed her abused backside. "Easy there, Tiger," I cautioned April. "Ow ..." Mom teased. "That will definitely leave a print." "Mom, I think I am going to make you help April through some Mommy-anger issues. That will go a long way to making me believe you've changed. April, all I ask is that you not leave any permanent marks." April looked up at me and the over to Mom. "Would you like that, April?" "I don't want to hurt her," April told him. "I'm angry, but that doesn't give me the right to take it out on her." An idea came to me and I smiled. "April, this doesn't have to be a bad thing. Mom has become very experienced, and I have to admit, very satisfying. She could teach you some things." April and I exchanged looks. "If she makes you happy, then I'm okay with it," April said, a pleasant smile easing the pain in her expression. "One thing, though; what are we going to do about Dad?" "Good point," I admitted. "I'll think of something." Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 05 Chapter 5 (Father and Farther) *Men have children. Fathers raise them. One you are given and one you earn.* My plan for Father was multi-staged. First, I had to show up at his office with my gym bag right before his office was opened before he had arrived. The Chief Nurse knew me from my pre-college days. She commented on how grown up I looked. I smiled. She unlocked the door and went in. What I was really doing was watching her set the security code. I waited half an hour, told the nurse I had to go, but to not bother Dad with the 'fact' that he hadn't remembered. He was so overworked after all. Stealing and copying the key was insanely easy. That very night I went to his office and put in the cameras with the snake lenses. I got all the rooms, plus the offices of the doctors. I hid the receiver unit in Dad's office, behind the pictures he had of us. Ironically, he wasn't in any of them. I figured that place was safe because he never looked at us anyway. The next night I went in and removed my handiwork. The longer they were there, the greater the risk discovery and my plan unraveling. I was richly rewarded for my work. It took most of the next morning to speed through the visiting room footage, which made me wonder how any gynecologist ever wanted to have sex after so much pussy in one day. It was in the offices that I had my just desserts. At lunch, my Father went into the Executive bathroom he shared with one of his partners, Dr. Kathryn Carter. She was a year or two younger than Dad, blonde and relatively attractive in a severe, tight-faced way. Dad entered the washroom first. He waited around, which is what got me curious. A few minutes later, Dr. Carter's entered. Without preamble, she pulled up her knee-length skirt around her waist. She wasn't wearing underwear. She leaned against the double sink. "Get to it," she barked. Dad went to his knees and began lapping up her cunt like a thirsty dog. "Harder," was her next command. She gave a guttural growl and began bucking her hips after about five minutes. That was Dad's cue to grab onto her ass and shove his face even farther in. She crushed Dad's head between thick thighs. Dad was clearly in distress and she was eating it up. He tried to pull back, but she was having none of it. He was half way to his feet when she came violently. She slammed him back down painfully. I made a note to see if Dad had an indentation on his chin where it had hit the sink. She wasn't done yet. "Clean my up, you pig," she laughed. Dad got to it, licking her juices up off her thighs and pussy. I guess he was lucky she wasn't a major squirter. "Are we on for tonight?" she asked. "Of course." "Are you ever worried our families will find out?" she taunted. "Ilene is a useless bitch. I'll be rid of her soon enough. A little more accounting magic and she'll be totally broke. Then I jettison her ass. She'll be someone's crack whore inside a week. What about Chuck?" Kathryn laughed. Chuck was her husband of fifteen years. "That idiot? Please, he believes whatever I tell him. I haven't touched hid dick in three months, but I still make him beg for it every night. What a moron," she chuckled. Dad stood up and rubbed her crotch. "Do him. I want to lick his cum out of your cunt like we did last time," he rumbled with passion. Kathryn laughed, slipped off the counter top and straightened out her skirt. That would have been enough by itself, but Dad clearly couldn't contain himself. He fucked four clients in his office, in a variety of interesting positions and points of entry, leaving me with the impression that his office had to be soundproofed. The best part of all was that I recognized one of those women, and it was definitely a gift from the Gods. I worked like a madman the next day. I had to be somewhere in the early afternoon, plus I had planned a family meeting -- sans Dad, this evening. I dressed in a nice business suit I had tailored with some of my ill-gotten sex money. I figured it was fitting. I walked into the main reception area and went to the secretary. "I would like to talk with Ms. Fowler," I asked pleasantly. She looked me over, giving me a sexy smile. "She's a very busy person, but maybe I can help you with something. You seem to be too young to be getting divorced." I gave a rumbling purr because she really looked tasty, but I had to stay on target. "I am afraid it is important. Please tell her that Damien Cullen is here to see her," I said with a shoulder shrug that expressed my regret. I guess it had the desired effect; she had a sincere pout when she made the call. "Ms. Peterson, there is a Damien Cullen to see Ms. Fowler. He says it is important." She listened to something. She looked at me. "She says you need to make an appointment." "Tell her this concerns her ex-husband," I continued. "Ask Ms. Peterson to give my name to Ms. Fowler and she will understand." There was a long pause. "I hope you are the real deal," the secretary told me as she covered her head-mike, "because Peterson is a cast-iron ball buster." "I am for real," I assured her. "What's your name?" "Heidi," she smiled. "Heidi Lindstrum. So, what do you do, Mr. Cullen?" "I'm an engineer; structural stuff mostly, but I handle all kinds of building systems." "Have you been at it long?" she said as she went fishing. "To answer your question, I'm twenty-two, single, and while I live at home with my parents, it is in a fifteen hundred foot basement apartment with its own entrance." "I'm twenty-one and single," Heidi said, leaning forward and blessing me with a view of her cleavage, "and I'd like to see your place. "Beige is a good color on you," I said as I undressed her with her eyes. She looked confused for a moment. "I'm not wear ... oh," she blushed. I was commenting on her bra which had peeked out when she'd showed me her chest. I looked up from the pleasure to see a woman, mid-thirties, conservatively dress and hair pulled back in a bun. She had wire-rimmed glasses over grey, serious eyes. Her attire was a subdued brown that did little to complement her features. She might be attractive if she tried, but it was hard to tell. "Target at eleven o'clock," I whispered to Heidi. "Laugh and act natural. Act like we are old college friends." I doubted Heidi had gone to college, but she was attractive and ambitious enough to have dated a few college guys. Heidi laughed and gave a head bob. As Ms. Peterson rounded the desk, she gave the woman a disarming smile. "This is Mr. Cullen, Ms. Peterson." "Come with me," Ms. Peterson said abruptly. She turned and strode away. I gave Heidi a wink as I made to follow. Heidi winked back then made a 'call me' signal. As I followed Ms. Peterson, I drank in her large, firm ass. It was like watching two melons bouncing around a tweed sack. Normally I don't like them that big, but in her case, she made it work for me. We moved into the heart of the firm. I caught sight of two large offices, side by side. The larger of the two had an older looking woman. The door read 'Allen Fowler'. The one I was approaching read Danielle Fowler, his little girl. Ms. Peterson stopped at the door, knocked and opened it. She stepped in. "Ms. Fowler, Mr. Cullen is here." Danielle looked at me, fear and passion warring within her. "That will be all, Anita," Danielle said softly. Ms. Anita Peterson turned and caught my gaze in her steely eyes. That look told me volumes. If I hurt Danielle, she would make it her mission to make my life miserable. I gave her a smile, which she dismissed. She shut the door as she left. Danielle looked at me clearly confused. She was about to say something, but I held up my hand for silence. "Danielle, call Anita back in here." Danielle blanched, but did as I asked. "Now come around the desk and lean against it. I want you close to me." She did so about the same time as Anita came back in. "Danielle, tell her who I am. Not my name, but what I am to you." Danielle paled and shook her head. Anita coughed and took a step toward me. "If you don't tell her, I will never see you again. Now, who am I?" "Wait," Danielle said to Anita. She gulped then whispered, "He's my lover." "Please say it louder." "You're my lover. Okay, you are my lover," she said, growing bolder with each repetition. "Am I your boyfriend?" "Yes." "Why am I with you?" "You want to be ..., yes, you want to be." "What do you want from you?" "Nothing," she smiled, growing in confidence. "Not so," I corrected, "I want you. Why do I want you?" "You find me sexy." "Why do I find you sexy?" "Because I am sexy," she grinned. "Are you sexy enough to have a twenty-two your old boyfriend who swims fifty laps in a pool every day? Do I keep you satisfied?" "Yes I am, and yes you do," she beamed, leaning back sexily on her desk. "That will be all, Anita. I need a few minutes of Mr. Cullen's time." Anita shot me a more contemplative glance before she left. After the door shut, Danielle waggled a foot and looked down. "I am so hot for you right now," she purred. I walked in and leaned on top of her. I kissed her forehead, eyes, nose and finally her lips. I worked my way around to her ear, nibbling and tickling it with my tongue. "Not yet," I whispered. She gasped then punched me in the stomach playfully. "You are a beast," she declared. "Do you still want me?" I asked quietly. "More than ever," she panted. "I am so fucking wet, you bastard. I love it." "I have to go now," I sighed. "Will I see you tonight?" She responded by beating her fists futilely against my chest. "You bastard," she growled. "You make me feel so fucking good." "My pleasure ... and yours, I hope." I smiled. I turned to go, leaving her frustrated at her desk. "Damien?" she said to me as I opened the door. "Yes?" "Thank you." I gave her a questioning look, "for everything. Thank you for everything." "I wouldn't be here if you weren't worth it," I replied sincerely. I shut the door as I left. Anita gave me a measured look. "I know," I told her, "if I hurt her, you will kill me." "No Mr. Cullen, I will make you wish you were dead," she replied evenly. "Fair enough." When I passed the desk I waved to Heidi. "I'd call you, but I'm afraid the boss would kill us. Sorry?" That left her confused and curious. All that would be known for sure was that after seeing me, Danielle Fowler had a spring in her step that wouldn't go away. Even her Father asked her if she'd done something new with herself. She could honestly say that she had done something new. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 06 Chapter Six (The Heart of the Problem) *Being smart is like being sharp. Be careful you don't cut yourself.* I had Mom and Sister sitting down in my basement, eating do-it-yourself tacos in a kind of family night. I'd even gone through the motions of inviting Dad, but he'd had 'prior commitments'. By accident, we all had on nearly identical clothes -- draw string bottoms and t-shirts. "What are you planning for tonight?" April asked. She knew me well enough to be suspicious. Mom looked around the taco she was munching down on, clearly curious. She'd assumed that this was merely another attempt at family bonding. "Well, you asked me to do something about Dad, and I've been working on that problem," I started. I picked up the remote, cut on the DVD player and hit play. I had converted only the section of Dad and his partner, plus their little discussion. Mom dropped her taco. "Oh crap," April said in a small voice. "She's my gynecologist. Dad recommended her. She's Mom's too." "That Bastard!" she stood and screamed. "He's been sabotaging me." Tears began streaming down her face. She slumped back down and put her face in her hands sobbing. I stopped the DVD then April and I closed a circle around her, pulling our Mother tight. "And he cheated on me with that bitch," she went on. "She's had her hands inside me. I'm going to rip her tits off and stuff them down his throat." "There, there Mom," comforted April. I rubbed Mom's back. Mom began crying on April's shoulder and wrapped her arm around her. I think she had woken up to what she'd been doing, what we meant to her, and in doing so, took a serious step toward forgiveness. "Mom, how does a dose of revenge sound?" I suggested. She rose up her head until we were eye to eye. "Hell yes," she rasped. "Fuck him worse than he fucked me." "Well, I admit I had more incentive to deal with you. He doesn't do much for me," I joked. Mom and April looked at me confused then Mom smiled. "Point taken, Damien," she said. "I want him to be my bitch. He's been giving it to me up the ass all these years. I want to return the favor. What do you have in mind?" I responded by cutting the DVD back on. Quickly we finished with Dad and cut to patient one. "I think that act would cost you your medical license," April groaned. "What they are doing looks painful." "Oh, it stretches your hamstrings, but I like it," Mom said absently. "I'm going to pop to the faces of the other three patients. Mom, I know who the last one is and I'll deal with her. Find out who the other three are, and if they are married." "I can do that," Mom replied. "Can you get me a picture I can use?" "Done," I promised. "What can I do?" April asked. "If you really want to help, there is one thing you can do." April looked at me. "I want you and Mom to sixty-nine." April's eyes went wide. Mom's look was indescribable. "How does that help you?" April begged. "Have you ever gone down on a girl before?" I replied. "No," April said sheepishly. "I need you to learn from the best. I've seen Mom at work, and she's fantastic. You need to start learning about this stuff, because I know it will come in handy." "He's got a point," Mom reluctantly agreed. "Honey, if you are going to go in the direction your brother and I are, you need to get started." April looked pretty terrified, but she finally nodded. "Damien, we will use your bedroom and you may not watch. My baby will be nervous enough as it is." With that, she led April off to my room. All I could do was sit back and listen, and listen. As I told April, Mom was the best. That she was actually considering how April might feel about something spoke volumes about the level of introspection she was going through. My next week was busy. I had my actually job to do, I began actively seeing Danielle during the day, and I was nightly gathering data on Dad and his partners. Even though Heidi and I flirted, she knew I was with Danielle. Danielle was like a flower coming into bloom. We hadn't actually had sex yet, but we had fun torturing each other. She was coming to appreciate that the submissive had the control in the dominant-submissive relationship. Part of the thrill was she knew she could stop her suffering at any point, but choosing not to. Danielle was stressing herself sexually, and all other life stresses were melting away. She told me that for the first time in her life she loved her job. Dad's practice was the gift that kept on giving. Four of the five partners were screwing around with their clients. The fifth, the youngest and newest, had buried her in debt to buy into the practice, so she was terribly vulnerable too. Her only crime so far was knowing what the others were doing and not putting a stop to it. She was even on tape talking to another partner about her. The man jokingly assured her that there was nothing to worry about. During a late night viewing, I saw Dad do yet another arrogant, stupid thing. He was taping some of his special sessions for future viewing pleasure. My tapes gave me the code to his safe, as well as the password for his computer. I put some late night work in his office copying videos and files, including reams of personal and financial data on his willing victims. I had April go through it all. She rated people on guilt, vulnerability, looks, and financial status. I had Mom laying the groundwork for my next two parts of the plan. Part one was getting Dad home and in a position so that we could apply pressure. I fully expected Dad to explode then try to bully us into submission. We had to get ready for that. Mom had to set her business up for when we snatched it out from under Father's thumb. We would have to do some serious restructuring and getting ready for what we wanted to do. I fully expected Dad to struggle to find a way out from under this. We were going to be one step ahead of him. Part two of the plan involved getting Mom and Dad invited to a large charity function coming soon. Dad had the money and connections to get in, as did the people we were choosing to target. It was up to Mom to convince him. Once he wrangled the invitation, we would be ready to ambush him. After the ambush, Dad would bow out and I would take his place and take Mom in. Mom and I would move into action, confronting our chosen targets. They would give us an admission of guilt, or we would immediately take that information to their spouses. Mom figured with the high stress social situation would get them to break. She should know. April had taken to sneaking down to my room and sleeping in my bed. I hated to move her when I came in from the club, or from my midnight raids on Dad's place. So I snuggled in and held her to me as I slept. I'd often wake up to see her on her side, propped up, looking down on me. Her smile was a hell of a great way to wake up. The only better thing was Dad's smug condescension to all of us. He really couldn't help himself. As Mom came up and Dad made ready to leave, he let slip this one comment to me. "It is good that your Mother has you," he joked sarcastically. "She needs help." Of all the things to say to any of us, that sealed his fate. Even April agreed he had to go. Before my family took the plunge, there was one thing I had to do. I went home with Danielle. She had a nice, high-rise apartment. She said her Father bought it for her after her divorce. "It is good to finally get you here," she smiled. When the outside door shut, she raced into my arms, pushing me against the wall. We kissed hungrily. I could feel the heat and need radiating from her. "Bedroom," she teased. She grabbed my tie and led me through her place and into her room. It was a dark decor, all in steels, gunmetal grays, and black. I could see how someone surrendering to depression would crawl into this place. I dove into her neck, biting her with my teeth and tickling her with my tongue. "Is my Whore hungry?" I teased. "Master, less clothes and more tongue," she gasped. She was desperately tearing at my clothes. Deep down, I knew she was afraid that this night might never come. I was on the verge of breaking down that last barrier. I had to be honest with her though. She had trusted me with so much. I got her dress off. She was in her lacy black bra that barely contained her heaving chest, no panties, and a sheer garter for her black hose. She knew I had a thing for stockings. "Wait," I commanded. She made to protest, but I put a finger to her lips. "You must listen then decide." Again she made to speak, but I kept my finger in place. "Danielle, before I do what I've wanted to do with you after spending only ten minutes with you, there is something you must know." She nodded. "Do you know that woman I was watching when I came in that first time?" She nodded again. "That older woman, older than me maybe. I was jealous when I first saw you staring at her, but you never did anything," she admitted. "That is my Mother. I went there that first night to find something to blackmail her with. She had treated my Sister and me horribly for most of our lives. I hated her." "Okay, but you came back for me, right?" "Yes, I came back again and again for you, but I couldn't get her out of my mind." I took a deep breath. "I slept with her. I forced her to have sex with me, to hurt her. I've slept with her several times since then, because I liked it." I waited for the tears, and the crying, and the cry to get out. She stared at me, hoping I was joking. When she saw I wasn't, she flopped down on the bed. She covered her eyes with one hand. "Do you love her?" "No," I responded honestly. "Do you love me?" "Would I be telling you my deepest, darkest secret if I didn't? Yes, I love you." Danielle sat up and gave me a calculating look. She looked very intelligent, bright, and fierce. "Fine, but if she joins us in bed, I get to be on top. I'm your submissive, no one else's. Master would you please fuck your Slave now before I explode?" I kicked off my pants and through my shirt behind me the dove into her. I would play with her later, but right now, she deserved what she was begging for -- a good, hard fucking. I hooked my arms around her legs and pushed them over my shoulder. I shifted them back until I could see the pain behind her gasps. I held my cock along her labia only a second before I began pushing it in. I swore the groan she gave out rattled the windows. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me in deeper. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes," she moaned as I pushed my girth into her. Her eyes were clenched shut and she was starting to sweat. She was so tight, I was afraid I was hurting her too much. "Danny, am I hurting you?" I whispered. Her eyes popped opened and she looked at me utterly starving for my presence. "Don't you dare stop!" she screamed. I responded by pushing the rest of me into her. Her head rocked back and she shook with her first orgasm. I didn't stop. I plowed straight through her spasms and drove her deep into the mattress with each thrust. She grunted each time I bottomed out against her cervix. "Please, please, please," she begged when the orgasm passed. "Not so hard." "Take it, Bitch!" I snarled. She shuttered and came again. Her fingernails dug into my ass so hard, I could feel the blood on my cheeks. When this second orgasm subsided, I relented. She was panting and bathed in sweat. "I really am your Bitch," she smiled up at me in wonder. She brought up one hand and gently touched my cheek. "Until you get tired of me," I grinned back. "Or you fuck me to death," she laughed breathlessly. "Does my Slave want more cock?" I said as my rhythm resumed, but at a gentler pace. "God yes," she gasped. "Whatever you want, but I beg you; don't stop." "Anything? Funny you would say that. I actually want you to do something for me." "I said anything," she panted. "How would you like to get revenge on you Ex and the woman who took him from you?" She bucked up against me at the very suggestion. "And I thought you couldn't get me any hotter. What do you want me to do?" she breathed. "I want you to fuck her. I want us both to fuck her, and I want him to know it, but only after we make her divorce him. Do you know any good divorce lawyers?" I snickered. "I can think of one," Danielle groaned being that she was one of the best in the city, "and she's right beneath you. Do you have any more secrets?" "Well, my Sister wants me to fuck her and I really don't know how to handle that?" I confessed. Danielle laughed between gasps for air. "For the love of God don't let her. You'll never get out of the bedroom," she giggled. I slapped her thigh which only made her giggle harder. I pulled out of her abruptly and she gave a surprised yip. I didn't give her much time to wonder what was happening. I manhandled her around onto her hands and knees. I sprang behind her, lined up my dick with her asshole and pushed slowly. She took in a sharp breath. "I've never had a man up my ass, Master, please ..." In response, I spanked her ass playfully, enjoying the way it moved when I did. "I will fuck you any way I want to. Now grab hold of the sheets and hang on, Slut." She did so eagerly. I was kind to her, pushing in very slowly and letting her adjust to each stage of the intrusion. When I was all the way in, I rocked back slightly so she had some wiggle room. It took her a moment to realize this, but when she did, she pushed back up my shaft and groaned like a wanton whore as she did. "Do you like it," I asked as I hesitated in mid-stroke. "Master, I do. May I have another?" I thrust hard and deep. She grunted. "And another?" I pounded her again. We played this game for twenty piston-like blows until she groaned out, "God, it feels like you are splitting me in two." "I am going to split you in two," I boasted as I rammed her again. "I fucking love it ... fuck ... Master, never stop. Please, never stop," she moaned. She screamed out and I felt her juice shoot against my balls. The flexing of her thighs propelled her half off her. I had mercy on her. She fell face down and didn't move. It took me a few seconds to realize she's passed out. I lay down beside her, pulled her to my side and put her head in my lap. I lovingly brushed her hair until she stirred and looked up at me. "Did you just fuck me to unconsciousness?" she whispered bewildered and euphoric at the same time. "It looks like I did," I said with a devilish glint in my eyes. "What now?" she murmured, snuggling into my side and slipping one leg over mine. "I was thinking that you would suck me off, while I ate you out. Then we would break for snacks and discuss the merits of blindfolds versus handcuffs." "I choose all of the above," she sighed contentedly. "Then you shall have it all, my lovely, desirable fuck toy," I said before kissing her. We proceeded to do all of the above and a few more creative things that came along as it became known to me that Danielle had become ambitious in her choice of sexual aids. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 07 Chapter Seven (A Matter of Direction) *Rocks hurt. Avalanches kill.* "I'm wasting valuable time for this Damien. It had better be good," Dad threatened loftily. "Mom's been cheating on you," I told him honestly. "I have proof." Father's eyes lit up and he leaned forward on the coach where not too long ago I had been screwing his wife, my Mother, on. "Well, spit it out. I don't have all night," he spat out. I noticed he was trying not to salivate. "Dad, I want your assurances that she'll be taken care of in the divorce settlement," I hesitated. Dad glared at me. When I wasn't doing something he could brag about, I was of no use to him, so I doubted he expected me to make any demands. In that moment I knew that not only was he going to lie to me, but he was going to punish me for even suggesting any course of action other than what he wanted. "Sure. I can be generous. Now where is that proof?" I cut the DVD player on. It took Dad a moment to understand what he was seeing. When he did, he vaulted from his seat and pointed an authoritative finger at me. "You bastard," he thundered. "I'll break you for this. I took you back home you miserable brat, and this is how you betray me? You dared spy on me, your own Father? You are done here. Give me the damn disc and get the hell out!" I was about to reply when I heard the clapping from my bedroom as Mom stepped out. April came meekly behind her, but I could tell she was angry. Dad was threatening me. While she was confused about her feelings for him, she was absolutely in love with me. "Bravo Conrad, bravo," she taunted him. "You are behind this, aren't you, you bitch?" he snapped. "No Conrad, our little boy did all of this on his own. He screwed both of us over," she added with a cruel twist of the lips. "He decided that he hated you more is all." "What the hell? Damn it, who cares? I'm going to go see my lawyer. When I get back all of you had better be out of the home I paid for," he sneered. "Sit the fuck down, Dad," I said calmly. He snorted and made to leave. "I've copied all your private sessions, Dad. I've got all your partners doing things that will destroy your practice. House? Dad, when they finish suing you, you won't be able to collect Social Security. By all means, you go get your lawyer and I'll get mine." "Those are private sessions," Dad growled, but he'd stopped leaving. "They are protected." "Fuck you Dad," I chortled. "I'm not going to show them to the AMA. I'm going to show them to all the husbands you've been cuckolding -- anonymously of course. I've checked with a lawyer and that's just dandy. You are boned." "I'll kill you," he seethed. I laughed harder. "Bring it, old man. It will look good in the police report when they come to investigate the homicide. After all, Mom and April will back up my claim of self-defense." I glared at him, daring him to do anything. "I'm out of here," he growled. Once more he headed for the stairs going up to the main floor. "April," he commanded. It was her predetermined signal for her to jump in. See, April was the smart one in the family. She began rattling off names and e-mail addresses. The very first one was Kathryn Carter's husbands. She got to her fifth one when he staggered and stopped. By that time I was at my computer. I touched a button and the screen came on to my mail browser. "You ungrateful cow," he snapped at April. She jumped, but kept going down the list. "Stop it!" he shouted. "Damn it, I said stop." April looked to me and I nodded. She stopped but Dad noted the exchange. I was the one in charge. Mom gave April a supportive squeeze on the arm. "What do you want?" "Get on your fucking knees, you Asshole," Mom snarled. Dad stared hate right back at her. "Dad, I would get used to obeying her if you want to survive," I grinned. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dad spat. Mom's response was to stride up to him and slap him hard across the face. At the moment, I was imagining Mom channeling every moment she'd been forced to take it up the ass without lube. It left a red imprint on his cheek. Dad looked momentarily stunned, but rage quickly replaced it. He hauled back his fist to strike her. I stepped up and took the hit for Mom. I didn't go down, but it hurt like hell. "That's going to cost you, Conrad," Mom gloated. "Fuck you," he shot back. While he was saying that to Mom, I punched him in the gut. When he staggered over, I shoved him hard to the ground. Mom kicked him in the shin. He gave off a cry of pain. I stopped Mom from kicking him again. I pulled Mom with me as I returned to the computer. Dad got up on his knees. I knew he wasn't begging for mercy -- yet. His leg was hurt. "What do you want?" he asked, still angry but more cautious. "Take off you fucking clothes Dad." I told him. "Hell no," he growled. Mom laughed. "I like the line about you eating her husband's cum out of Kathryn's cunt," I suggested, "but he might feel even better about how the two of you ridicule his manhood." "I liked the one where he forces Mrs. Danbury to give him a rim-job," Mom offered. "I thought Dr. Carter using a double penetration dildo on Maxwell McKean's sixteen year old daughter was very enlightening," April said, getting into the game. "Dad, you have pissed off very powerful people. They will take everything from you. Only your family -- the family you have ignored and abused -- can save you and we have a price." Dad hobbled over to the sofa and sat down. "What's the deal?" "First, take off your clothes. All of them." I commanded. "Fuck you," he snapped. "If I go down, you all go down." "April's college fund is safe. I have a job that pays well enough. Mom's business is doing better and will be doing much better starting tomorrow when we change accountants." I didn't mention Mom's secret account, or that Danielle had offered to help (by letting me move in permanently). "Conrad, get out of your clothes, or I will beat them off you," Mom threatened. "Fuck you. Fuck all of you," Dad snarled. "Dad, we've been polite. Either you take your clothes off or we take them off." I stated. Dad glared even more hate. I shrugged and went toward him. So did Mom. She reached around back and pulled out some shears. "You hold him down and I'll cut them off," Mom said gleefully. "Mom, remember that there are parts we need to keep," I responded. With us hovering over him, Dad finally began getting undressed. I had to keep Mom from saying anything at this juncture. "Underwear too," I command. "Hell no; that is insane." Dad said his resistance fading. Mom, you may have the honors," I decided. Mom stepped forward and slapped Dad hard once more. He surged up out of his seat, and I brutally pushed him back down. "April," Dad called out in desperation. "Help me." April stared at him dispassionately. "Daddy, when was the last of my birthdays you attended?" April asked. Dad goggled and sputtered. "When you were twelve," Dad guessed. April looked crestfallen "Dad, on April's twelfth birthday I took her to the beach; me her friends, plus my date," I answered Dad. "You last attended her fifth birthday." "I had to work," he grumbled. "You choose wealth and position over family Dad. How is that working for you now? Now take off the underwear, before I hold you down and Mom cuts them off with her clippers. I would be careful of what you caught. We do have a first aid kit in case there is trouble." It was slowly dawning on Dad that this wasn't some hair-brained scheme, but a well-laid trap. The DVD had never stopped playing and more and more of his sins were being laid out. He kept all kinds of tapes and somehow his Son had found them. He had found much more too. Dad had this sinking feeling that something more was amiss. If I had his secret videos, how safe was his computer. It was password protected. He needed to get to it as soon as possible. He took off her underwear. He was big, but not thick or as long as mine. "Rule Number One: Do What I say. If it doesn't contradict what I've said, you do what April says. If it doesn't contradict either me or April, do what Mom says. Disobey, and we will end you. Do you understand?" "What? No punishments," Dad sneered. "Punishments come later. Right now, it is all or nothing. It boils down to us being able to survive and you not. Do you understand?" I instructed. "Yes, fine, I understand," Dad snapped. "On your knees!" Mom shouted gleefully. Dad hesitated to obey so I backhanded him hard. Now both his cheeks were red. Mom hauled back to hit him again, and he saw the anger on my face. Dad knelt. "I'm going to enjoy this," Mom gloated as she hugged and kissed me. "Rule Number Two: You are to stay here, in the house, out of communications with everyone, except if we need you for something for one week. If you fail, we will tie you naked to your bed and put a gall-gag on you and feed you through an IV and use a bedpan to handle your waste. Behave, and you may have access to the house, except your office. I am having the locks on it changed tomorrow morning." "You'll never get away with this," he grumbled. "You are not well liked. Your staff thinks you are an ass. They know what you do, but don't want to lose their jobs over it. One week is nothing." He had no answer for that. "Rule Number Three: We are going to put papers in front of you and you are going to sign them. You are transferring control of your financial holdings to Mother and me with the proviso that April will be an equal partner on her eighteenth birthday. This includes the secret accounts were you have embezzled from you partners. I've found Kathryn's stash, but it will take some time to steal it so she can't trace it back to us." "Bastard, what's in it for me?" Dad snarled. "No prison time for starters. Hope that we will relent in time. Things will never get back to the way you want it, but you could still have some of what you want. You do know that we hate you enough to destroy you. That is the key truth." "Let's get to the paper signing," Mom insisted. Dad glared at her. "It won't work," he grinned evilly. "My lawyer doesn't see why not. Once I have power of attorney and you add Mom to all your accounts, we pretty much can do what we want. If you don't believe us, fine. Sign. What will it cost you?" Dad started signing. Occasionally he grumbled and we had to threaten, but mostly he scoffed at our efforts. He didn't act impressed. Had he known he was up against one of the best divorce attorneys in the city, he would have been much less confident. When Mom divorced Dad, he'd have his practice that we were blackmailing and little else. That was the plan anyway. We tied Dad to the bed in the Master bedroom. We had prepared it earlier, so he was made nice and snug, ball-gag and all. Mom played with him a bit before revealing the vibrator and shoving it deep into his ass with one push. Dad screamed like a madman, but the ball-gag held. This was disturbing April, so I took her out of the room. We went back to my basement and huddled on the sofa while I finished much of the work that we still had to for the Gala. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 08 Chapter Eight (Emotional Landmarks) (Sorry this chapter took longer. I enjoy all the fun of being bipolar so I have good weeks and bad weeks) **Lying to your partner is like masturbating with your nose; sure something will come out, but will it be what you want?** The hardest part for us wasn't finding the courage to approach our targets, but was not looking at each other. We were all nervous, but Danielle was the most so. Her only job was to act like the cavalry for either Mom or me if one part of the plan backfired. Mom and I now had some experience in blackmail and control, so it fell to us to make the plan work. April was at home keeping an eye on Dad. He was bound and gagged, but I was taking no chances with that beast. Part one of the plan involved Mom and I entering the party surreptitiously. We had to present our invitation as a couple, but separate so that I wouldn't be associated with Mom (who was known on the social circuit). Having someone figure out I was Dr. Conrad Cullen's son would lose us a key element of uncertainty. I couldn't have them going into Dad's office and having a screaming tantrum – not yet anyway. I went to the restroom as soon as we came into the convention center. Mom went ahead as planned and I made my appearance. I chose my first victim with care. This one I wanted more than any of the others. She had been getting away with her shenanigans all her life. Her rich father had covered things up so that she avoided causing him any social embarrassment, and that was my main weapon tonight. My most pressing problem was how to get her out of the herd. That turned out to be easier than I thought. She came for me. Mrs. Douglas Conway was actually Tabitha Fairchild. Like Danielle, Tabitha had kept her maiden name when she married. Besides, it went well with Faircloth Financial, one of the state's most powerful commercial enterprises. Tabitha was a leggy blonde with a large DD chest, long curly blonde hear that went down to her shoulder blades and surrounded her head like a halo. Her dress, red and tight, highlighted all her rich deep curves and plunging cleavage. She was thirty and feeling the first tinges of age. As CFO of her father's company, she had wealth, privilege, position, and a handsome, desirable husband. She had it all. I meant to threaten to take that all away then give her a way out. "Hello," she purred seductively. I could only imagine that life at home wasn't idealistic with the way she was coming on to me. Maybe she was into sharing and wanted me to pinch hit. She didn't give me her name because famous people didn't have to. "Hello Tabitha, I'm Damien and the pleasure is mine. I would say you were breath-taking, but that word does not do you justice. Few people are more impressive in person than they are by reputation, but you clearly are." She gave me a grin that reached her eyes. She was used to praise and flattery, but that didn't mean she didn't like it. "Damien, I haven't seen you around. Who are you here for?" she murmured. "Would I be too forward to say that I am here for you? I am and I promise to not disappoint." That hooked her. She eyed me like a side of meat. She was used to getting what she wanted. She had no shame in giving a light laugh and stepping up and giving my crotch a measured grope. She liked what she felt and she rewarded me with a deep breath that pressed her dress and bra to its limits. I gave her the expected, hungry leer. "We can meet later – my yacht perhaps. You aren't afraid of a little deep sea diving, are you?" "Pearl diving is my favorite. I do it as much as time allows. I would like to do some right now; pearl diving is all about location and timing. Don't you agree?" I asked. "Nice boasting," she said as she liked her lips. I had hoped that the danger of doing it in a public setting would be an irresistible turn on. "Can you prove it?" Instead of words, I put my hand on the small of her back and nudged her toward one of the main exits. "If anyone asks you can tell them I was an engineer talking to you about financial restructuring for the seven downtown freeway ramps that go in next year." Tabitha looked at me with new eyes as if my torso and head had sprung forth from my penis to create a whole man. "You are a bright one, aren't you?" she grinned. "Sex – great sex – is a thinking man's game, Tabitha. I would have thought you would have realized that by now. If not, it will be my pleasure to instruct you." "Am I to assume you have experience with that tongue of yours?" she smiled sensually. "It doesn't get tired," I bragged, but I followed it up by joking saying, "I do tongue ups and tongue curls one hundred times before I go to bed." "Tongue curls ... hmmm," she purred. "I'd like to 'see' that." I took her hand and like two conspirators, we snuck into the Men's Room and occupied a stall. I wasted no time in pushing her over the toilet bowl, back to me, with her ass sticking out. "What?" she sounded befuddled. I pushed up her dress quickly and then ripped her panties off. "Ow!" she gasped. Before she could say anymore, I bent down between her cheeks and stuck my tongue into her cunt. Tabitha began moaning. I tilted her hips slightly so I could tickle her clit with the tip of my tongue then began making long strokes from clit to the edge of her puckered hole. She was moaning and getting very wet. When I began to feel slight tremors, I pulled back and blew air on her clit. She tensed up and rocked up on her toes. "God ... do that again," she moaned. "Are you sure? I could stop?" I teased. She responded by pushing her ass back into my face. "Don't you dare send me back to the party like this," she growled huskily. I answered her by diving back in, stabbing with my stiff tongue. I pulled and pushed her clit brutally. She shuddered and cried out. I worked my tongue furiously into her cunt until I felt her whole body flex and her vagina grasp my tongue in a painful vise. She screamed out and her juices flowed freely. I had to struggle to not get overwhelmed. She was pounding on fist against the tiled wall as she shook through her orgasm. "Wow," she panted. "That was ..." "I'm not done yet," I purred. I took my tongue and started assaulting her asshole. She bucked up against the wall and moaned like a slut. "Fuck yeah; rim my ass like you mean it!" she groaned. I stuck my tongue in farther and whirled it around. "Ugh, ugh, ugh ... magic fucking tongue ... I'm going to c ..." and she screamed again. I held my face tight against her ass until she stopped shaking then I stood up and pocketed her ripped panties. "Was that better than your husband's technique?" I asked. I pulled her dress down over her luscious rump and straightened it out. "That selfish bastard?" she scoffed. "He doesn't do any of that for me. He's got a big dick, but he'd rather stick it in my face. Why do you think I'm not with him right now?" "Good for me then," I smiled. She turned around, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She touched my crotch and ran her fingers up and down my shaft. "Let me have a taste of that," she murmured. I didn't stop her. She knelt down and unzipped me. She gave a delighted gasp when she pulled my tool out. She gave it a lick from balls to tip and giggled, "Damn, that's big." "Bigger than his?" Tabitha nodded and said "Yes". That was enough for me. I took her by the shoulders and stood her up. Tabitha looked confused. I stuffed my dick back in my pants and zipped up. "I am glad you liked it, but need to get down to business," I told her. Tabitha gave me a sour expression. She thought I was using her for some petty financial gain. She had no idea. She pouted her lips, crossed her arms and looked down at her watch. "We can finish this quickly. Doctor Cullen secretly taped his 'private' sessions with you. Those tapes have fallen into my hands." Her expression went from shock, to fear, to anger. "Big deal," she spat. "Who cares? I have survived worse scandals." "Oh," I grinned evilly. "I guess we will see what your father, the rest of the board of directors, and the leaders of the top ten religious institutions that invest with your father's firm think of this indiscretion. You had teenage blow ups your Dad could cover up. This is a full blow adult scandal. It will cost you your job. Your father will put your ogre of a brother in the spot you have worked so hard for." I could see the fear creeping back in. "I have an idea what your brother will do for you once your Dad retires in a few years. For years you have humiliated your dim-witted, older brother, and he is a pig." "Don't," she whispered. "Stop." "Doug would leave you, but I think that would not much of a loss. I doubt any of your friends would want to be with a woman with a 'Daddy' complex." Tabitha blanched. "What do you want?" she sighed. I reached out and brushed her hair. Tabitha pulled back. "Be at the Hilton Plaza, room 636 tomorrow at two in the afternoon. We will discuss the particulars then. Can you do that? I promise you, there is a way out of this, but you are going to have to decide what is really important to you," I promised her. "Okay," she nodded. "Tabitha?" "Yes?" she said in a worried tone. "Did you enjoy me servicing you?" She looked at me angrily for a moment then slowly softened until I could tell she was truly conflicted. She nodded. "This can work out for you. Don't lose hope. You aren't the person I hate." I kissed her. She tried to turn away, but I gently pulled her face around until our lips met. She resisted initially, but my tongue soon touched her tongue and she gave out a guttural moan and pressed up against me. "Let's go back to the party," I told her when we parted. "Look happy. Think about my tongue kissing those sweet lips of yours, tip to ass." "You are a bastard," she sighed. She did have the tiniest grin on her face when we returned to the party. Danielle shot me a quick look. Whomever Danielle was talking to was gifted with a smile, a laugh, and a touch on the arm. For Danielle, it was sweet revenge. When Mom and I got home we checked on Dad, who was asleep, and went to the basement to go over the audiotapes of the women we had gotten to confess their infidelities. We already had damning stuff, but every bit of extra ammunition would helpful. Eleven of the women we were setting them up with Mom and the woman I only knew as Seven. We would get each woman in turn to come to a vacant lot for a 'business meeting' to discuss their predicament. Without telling them why, we would blindfold them and take them back to Mom's revamped business space. There, isolated and alone, we would lure them into filming a little lesbian three-way action. It would get us another hook into them and pave the way for what we had planned. Tabitha Fairchild knocked in the door lightly. She was both thrilled and frightened. This wasn't the first affair she'd had on her husband. He could hardly expect her to be faithful when she'd slept with him when he was a married man. He had been a lot more fun then, but recently he'd become boring and she wondered what she'd seen in him. She was beginning to suspect he'd married her for more for her money than her body. Whatever else the man she was meeting was, he was not boring. The fact that she could lose everything only made it more thrilling. I opened the door and let her come in. I was dressed in a white shirt and jeans, but was bare-foot. Tabitha was in a dressed in a short blue dress, blue six-inch high heels, and a turquoise necklace. "What do we do?" she begged the question. "First, let me get you a drink," I said ogling her treasures. "I think I would like to undress you myself." "I ... well, this isn't what I expected," she lied. She'd dressed to seduce, and I could tell. I took her hand and let her over to the bed. There were two glasses there. I handed her the closest one and took the second one for myself. "Gin and tonic;" she said after a sip, "my favorite." "No problem, Tabitha. All I had to do was pay a little bit of attention to you to figure that out. I take it by you being here today that you've agreed to work with me." "You promised me a way out," she said as she licked her lips. She finished off her drink and put the glass down. I put my drink down too, mostly full. "There is a way out, but you will have to work for it," I smiled. "What do you mean by that?" she smiled back. She took a step closer. I turned her around slowly. Tabitha began grinding her ass into me. Her heels put it right at the best spot. "Part of that we are going to start working out today, here, in this bed. I will continue to demand more of our body as time goes on." I slid a hand up under hear to the nape of her neck, tickling her slightly. Tabitha giggled. "Ticklish?" I inquired. She nodded. My fingers found the zipper and I began pulling it down, slowly and with just a touch of pressure to her spine. "What else do you want?" she breathed heavily. "I want you to help me remove Douglas Conway from your life, leaving him with nothing, not even his pride." That gave her a start. "You want me all to yourself?" she panted. "I won't see you in the hands of a fool. I'm not jealous, but I am selective." "Why? What has he ever done to you?" she asked. "Does it matter? Is he worth throwing everything away for? Do you think he would stay with you, if you fell?" Tabitha fell silent and still. He was still her husband. "He wouldn't, would he – stay with me, that is?" Tabitha sighed. "You should ask his ex-wife sometime," I answered. "He took her for everything he could from her. Why should you be any different?" That bolt struck home. Deep down, she knew his only loyalty was only to Douglas Conway. She had to rely only on herself to survive. "I'll do what you ask," she responded with mock finality. With that, Tabitha had tossed Doug under the bus. "What else do you want?" she sighed. "Sex; lots and lots of sex. Your body is going to ache from the uses I'm going to put you too. Give yourself up to me." Tabitha bit her lip. I could feel her breath deepening and her heart rate increasing. "I don't surrender easily," she challenged me. "I hope not. If you were weak, you would be suffering a different fate. You challenge me, so fight as much as you want. I'll win in the end," I purred into her ear. I had the dress fully unzipped. I moved my hands to her shoulders and slipped the dress off. It fell to a heap at her feet. "No panties," I observed. I stepped back, took off my shirt and cast it aside. My jeans and underwear came off next. I moved back to her, my cock riding up between her ass cheeks. I pulled her hair aside and began kissing her, starting at her shoulder and working my way to her ear. With my hands free, I reached around to her taunt stomach. "God," Tabitha gulped. I ground my dick deeper into her ass then began rocking back and forth, letting it slide up and down. She began matching my thrust. I let one hand work its way up to her breast, rubbing along the fold between the ribs and the large breast before tracing up with a single finger to nipple. It felt like a smoldering red turquoise in my hand. My other hand snaked down to her pubic region, teasing with my fingers her tight landing strip causing her to catch her breath. I went down further, tingling her clit and sticking one finger in. She was sopping wet. "Excited?" I observed with pleasure. I pushed a second finger in and she groaned. I palmed her clit and began rubbing it in circles. My other hand pinched and pulled at her nipple. "Put one hand on my hand on your clit," I ordered softly in her ear. She did so. "Show me what you like. Let my hand be your tool." Her hand pressed into mine and I felt her wiggle another finger to join me in her snatch. She was pretty much one continuous groan at this point at this time. "Put your other hand up to your other breast. Play with it the way you like. She did so quickly. I worked her into frenzy. When she was close, I moved our hands away. "Get on the bed," I barked. Tabitha staggered slightly then obeyed. She found something on the pillow she hadn't noticed before. It was a sleeping mask. "Put it on." She did so reluctantly, but when I got between her legs and opened them wide so I could move my mouth to her pussy, she grinned and complied. "Whatever you do, don't take it off. If you do, we are done." "Yes," she gulped. She was more a slave to passion than fear at this point. I went to town on her beautiful pussy. She was moaning and playing with her nipples as I licked her ass to clit and back again. I took one hand and placed my thumb on her clit and began rubbing it around. I caught sight of Danielle coming out of the bathroom, a smile on her face. She was enjoying the show and anticipating what was to come. "Put your hands over your head," I commanded. Tabitha did so swiftly. "We are not alone," I informed her. She shifted slightly. "Okay," she panted. "Who is it?" "You don't get to know that yet. You agreed to this, now you have to take it." I drove two fingers of my other hand into her. Tabitha bucked. "God!" she gasped again as I hit her g-spot. Danielle walked over to the bed quietly. She was wearing nothing but a black garter belt and black hose. Her nipples were hard and erect. She put her knees on the bed, the shifting of the bed alerting Tabitha that someone was next to her. Facing me, Danielle straddled Tabitha's face. "A woman?" Tabitha asked, feeling Danielle's hose against her sides. "Yes. Now that woman is going to sit on your face. You are going to eat out her ass," I ordered. Danielle made to do so, but Tabitha tried to resist. "I don't do that," she exclaimed. "I don't ..." Danielle sat back on her hard. "Do it or lose it," I snarled. I pushed up from my position and forced her legs far apart. Tabitha struggled. "Please," she begged. I held up my hand to Danielle, who relented. "This is your last chance, Tabitha," I'm not going to ask again. Tabitha's resistance weakened. Danielle began lowering herself down. This time Tabitha didn't resist. Danielle nodded to me, indicating that Tabitha was indeed doing as instructed. "Work that tongue, Tabitha. Put your arms around and grab her by her hips. Move her as you want to." As soon as Danielle gave me a wink, I entered Tabitha who mumbled a groan. Tabitha began controlling Danielle's rhythm and Danielle began to flush pink with arousal. "Is it good?" I asked Danielle. "Yes," they both responded. "It wasn't what I expected," panted Tabitha. I could see Tabitha beginning to alternate between sticking her tongue in Danielle's asshole and licking her clit and ass. Danielle began rocking harder. Tabitha began pulling Danielle into her mouth with greater hunger, driving her tongue deeper into Danielle. Danielle began moaning and writhing. Tabitha was bucking under me. They were both getting close. When I saw Danielle on the cusp, twisting each nipple in her fingers, I flicked Tabitha's clit back and forth. That did it. Tabitha lost it. Her spasms drove Danielle over the top and she arched her back and screamed. Tabitha's scream was almost as loud, only lessened by her face being in Danielle's ass. Danielle fell forward as I shot my load into Tabitha's pussy. I helped Danielle to fall beside Tabitha and not on her. We all lay there panting for a moment. I pulled out of Tabitha and went back on my ass, still between her legs. Tabitha kept panting rapidly. "Oh God, now that is what I call fucking," she grinned. "You can remove your mask," I suggested. "I couldn't agree more," Danielle said laughing. Tabitha propped herself up on one elbow and took off her mask with the other. "Fuck me," she groaned. "I ..." she couldn't finish the sentence. She had no words for how she felt. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 08 "I'm finished hating you," Danielle said. "If Damien has taught me anything, it is that life is about getting ahead, not getting even." "Whose idea was this?" Tabitha asked. "It was Damien's," Danielle smiled. "He said this would help me get over Douglas and he was right. I feel so much better." Tabitha gave me an appraising look and began smiling. "Back off," Danielle cautioned. "He's my boyfriend, and I only share him with people I like." Man, that made me so proud of Danielle – and hot. "Do you like me?" Tabitha asked. "I'm getting to. If you want to make me like you even more, my pussy feels lonely with all the attention you've been giving my ass. Care to do something about it?" Danielle taunted. Tabitha rolled over and began pushing Danielle's legs open. "Lay back and enjoy yourself," Tabitha purred. "I didn't get to be the head of my sorority on looks alone." "What are you going to do, Lover?" Danielle asked me. "I've been hungering for a piece of that ass even since I saw it," I said, indicating Tabitha's vulnerable rear. "First I'm going to taste it and then I'm going to fuck it." "Hammer in a few good licks for me," Danielle teased. It was my pleasure to do so. As I rimmed her, Tabitha began serious work on Danielle. All that I heard was our labored breathing. I opted to up my game and moved my hips behind Tabitha's. I took aim and began my attack. "Remind me ... I'm the one ... being blackmailed ... right?" Tabitha gasped as I slowly forced in her back passage. "Something wrong?" cooed Danielle as she ran her hands through Tabitha's long locks. "Are we not hard enough on you?" Tabitha nibbled on Danielle's clit, causing a sharp intake of breath. Tabitha pulled back long enough to say, "This ... is ... way ... better" gasp "than Doctor Cullen ... ever was ... AH FUCK!" she shouted as I slipped the last inch in all at once. I drove her into Danielle's snatch and her next words were muffled. From the way she started tongue-fucking Danielle I must have been doing something right. Danielle reclined onto her back, resting her hands behind her head so she could watch both of us. Once I had my pace set, I reached around with one hand to manipulate her breast while using my other arm to keep my weight off her back. Tabitha took the hint and moved a hand up to one of Danielle's breasts and began playing with it. Tabitha used her other hand to fuck Danielle. She stuck two fingers in her twat and one in her asshole. We kept this over two minute. Danielle was the one to crash first. She fought it as long as she could, but when Tabitha snuck a second finger into her ass, she lurched and vibrated up off the bed, screaming out her ecstasy. Tabitha fucked and sucked her unmercifully, keeping Danielle in orgasm for almost a minute. I wasn't sure if Danielle came down on her own, or Tabitha's eruption eased up the pressure on her pleasure centers. I figured turnabout was fair play, so I moved from her breast to her clit and flipped it back and forth rapidly. Then Tabitha really lost it. I held her hips against me until she subsided then slowly tipped her over on her side, away from Danielle's splayed legs. Danielle curled up slightly. I moved around to her and took her in my arms. Her heart was racing and she was still breathing deep. She moved one of her hands so that it intertwined with one of mine. "Are you still making it up to me?" Danielle purred to me. "I'm trying. Am I succeeding?" I smiled. "Do I get a vote?" moaned Tabitha. "You do now," Danielle allowed. "Damien was cruel to me just once, and he's been pandering to my whim ever since," she grinned to Tabitha. Tabitha moved her body closer that she could put her hand on top of ours. "Whatever you two are planning, count me in. This is the most fun I've had in a long time ... and the sex is awesome too," she giggled. "Can we trust her?" Danielle looked up to me. "Well, you gave me the information about her father, her brother, and you know her husband better than most. She has a lot to lose by fighting us. With us, she gets rid of a husband she's tired of and a weapon to use against her brother if he becomes problematic," I pointed out. "All we ask is a bit of help with revenge and as much sex as she can handle." I looked to see how Tabitha took my assessment. She was a smart woman, smarter than her brother; maybe as smart as her father. The fact that we might prove useful in dealing with her family probably hadn't occurred to her, but I saw the wheels now turning behind those beautiful eyes. "Tabitha, can we trust you?" Tabitha took a long time to answer. "They will never see it coming," she said seriously. "Dad is a puritan. My brother is a brutal, spoiled thug who has abused every woman he's come across. He has no respect for me. He even once tried to have his way with me, but I fought him off and threatened to tell Daddy if he ever tried anything like that again. Face it, my husband thinks he is better than he is. He is good in bed, and he's good looking, but," she stroked our hands, "he's been replaced. He dumps lover; lovers don't dump him, or so he believes. If you don't trust me as a lover, trust me as someone who is used to looking after herself." "You can be a spoiled bitch," I cautioned Tabitha, "but we wouldn't be here if that was all you were. Danielle told me, and I learned on my own, that you're bright as well as beautiful. I think we can take care of each other. Welcome aboard." "Round Three?" Tabitha suggested, bouncing her eyebrows playfully. "You young people," Danielle pouted. She slapped Tabitha's tit lightly, grinning. She rubs my arm and says, "Go get her, Tiger; knock her out." Tabitha looked curiously at Danielle. "He fucked me to unconsciousness," she explained to her younger companion. "He's insatiable." Tabitha didn't look intimidated. In fact, she looked sensually aroused. I moved away from Danielle and pulled Tabitha onto me. I sat back on my haunches, butt resting on my heels. She sunk herself onto my shaft, moaning as she slid down. Her legs wound their way around my waist. I pulled her close, bury my face into her bountiful chest, and took a nipple into my mouth. My hands cupped her butt cheeks and I began rocking her back and forth, purposefully driving her clit into my pelvic bone. She ran her hands through my hair, pulling me in, forcing me to suck more of one breast into my mouth. The sucking of as much of the whole breast as I could was something that thrilled her. Even more, the grinding her clit was adding to her excitement. She added her own hip moves to my rocking. "Why ..." I said between deep breathes, "why did you call my Father 'Daddy' on that tape?" "Did I?" she breathed back into my mouth barely a centimeter away. "He didn't notice, did he? That's ... just ... like ...oh, I like that ...like him ... to not ... notice." "At what ... point ... (moan) did you ... realize it?" I asked. "I don't ... know ... what ... what ... you ... are ... talking about," Tabitha managed to get out. "Close your eyes and feel me inside of you," I ground out. The greatest toolbox in sex is the brain and the greatest tool is imagination. "Smell me, my cologne, and my aftershave and tell me who I am?" I managed, fighting with all my will against my gathering tide. Tabitha didn't do anything for thirty seconds. She then hugged me tight and tried her damnedest to work my tongue out of my mouth with her own tongue and suction. She still had her eyes closed. "What is it Bunny?" I whispered to her in a deeper voice than my own. Tabitha bounced with a renewed fire and passion. "Daddy," she whispered to me so softly that I was sure Danielle couldn't hear. "Daddy wants you Bunny, Daddy is proud of you, Daddy wants you to come for him," I purred in an older man's voice. Tabitha went nuts. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was staring up at the ceiling while she ground herself into each and every thrust. "I ... I ... ugh ...ugh ... DADDY!" she screamed. I hoped the lobby didn't hear that. I held her tight to me and Danielle came around behind Tabitha and wrapped her arms around the both of us. "How did you know?" Tabitha panted. "It is not unusual for Fathers and Daughters to be very close and for Daughters to see validation from their male parent. When you let my Father control you, all you really did was allow yourself a little bit of freedom to express your fantasies. "Don't you find this a bit disturbing?" Tabitha asked. "Have you ever done it with your Father?" Danielle responded. "No," Tabitha replied. "There were a few times I 'bumped' into him in his bathroom, but I never made an advance on him. I was too afraid." "Fear is Nature's way of telling you not to do something, but Fear is Mans way of telling you haven't done it yet. It can go either way. I hold you in regard for who you are, in its totality. I'm hardly a person to pass judgment. "True," Tabitha quipped, "you are a dirty, filthy blackmailer." "How about we three take a shower and deal with the 'dirty' and 'filthy' parts of that," Danielle smiled. Danielle knew that I hadn't come yet and was still hard as a rock inside Tabitha. I wasn't sure exactly how much showering would be involved. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 09 Chapter 9 (Coming Home) **The difference between hitting someone with a rock and a snowball is that it is harder to use a snowball as evidence.** (It will be a bit slow in getting there, but I hope it will be worth it in the end.) We entered the club with me wearing nothing special -- a comfortable dress jacket that I had worn throughout college, a grey sleeveless shirt, and black jeans. My shoes were designed for ease of removal (and putting back on). Danielle was awesome in my opinion. She had on heeled thigh boots, a short black skirt with crotch-less mesh panties on. Up top she had on a black bolero jacket kept in place by a single gold chain over the breast. She had no bra on. I liked her breast to hang free. I was making sure that Danielle felt as inspired by them as I was. I was looking forward to spending some time working with Danielle and a few other peoples I knew she would enjoy, be they passionate or frightening. "Wet already?" I whispered into her ear as I stood behind her, "Maybe I should make you a statue tonight while I have a little fun. Would you like that?" Danielle shook her head in the negative. I spanked her once, "that is your punishment for denying me," and another spank again, "and that is your reward for honesty." "Stop," she whispered invoking our safe word so that only I could hear. We each made a half turn of our bodies so that we were no face to face. She drew her arms folded up against her chest between us. My arms were on the outside pinning her in. I didn't have to hear what she wanted. I dove in and kissed her slowly, languidly and fully. When I finally broke the lip-embrace I smiled warmly down at her. She rolled her hips against mine, feeling my hardness against her lower stomach. "You really like being in control, don't you?" I teased her. Embarrassed, Danielle looked down. "Go get me a riding crop and be quick about it. As she turned to go, I put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. I put my hand down to her ass and pushed a line down the back of her panties along the crack of her ass. I traveled lower pushing one finger inside her and moving it around. Danielle gave this tiny little moan that I found to be such a turn on. I pulled the finger out and traced the line back up. I wiggled the finger round her anus and played with putting it in. Finally Danielle tried to back up on it, but I anticipated her move and withdrew. She looked over her shoulder at me confused and hungry. Then she looked past me. I followed that gaze and saw two security types coming in my general direction. "Go," I urged Danielle." She hesitated so I spanked her hard. She yelped and hurried away to find the riding crop. "Sir, please come with us." It sounded like a courtesy, but it was clearly a command. I walked with them, uncertain as to how I'd fucked up. They took me past the private rooms that were designed to fulfill all kinds of desires. I had to admire the sound proofing. We came to an L in the hall and we went up a set of stairs to what must have been the third level of the warehouse the club was a part of. The two security guys stopped at a door. "Go in," the talkative one told me. I considered him talkative because his partner didn't seem to have a passing acquaintance with the English language, so that man who'd spoken two sentences earned the top billing. I went in. It was a large executive office space with a fish tank fitted into one wall and a large cherry wood desk which was clear save for the one computer monitor on it. The occupant of the high-backed chair had turned away from me. There were three other chairs in front of the desk that looked suspiciously comfortable. "Please have a seat, Mr. Cullen," a female voice said. It was strong and assertive, sounding like that of a forty to fifty year old non-smoker. I took a seat and the woman turned around. It took me a moment to place her because I don't normally read political blogs or the local papers. She was the councilwoman from my district. She'd spoke at my High School when I was seventeen. The subject of that talk and her very presence here was a dichotomy. Rebecca Lawson was anti-crime, anti-drug and a bastion of high moral thought. She lectured to us on abstinence being the only way a good boy or girl could get by in life. She had made a name for herself in curbing prostitution throughout the city. Now all of that made more sense. She was the biggest Madame in town. She was also attractive, looking forty when I knew she was almost sixty. Her hair was white with a hint of silver. She wore a white silk jacket with a bone colored dress beneath it. The strands of pearls on her necklace were a nice touch to the ensemble. It was hard to say what her dimensions were, sitting behind that desk, but her complexion was clean and the lines of her face clearly defined, almost hawk-like. I guessed she was a woman who took care of herself. I also got the impression that she ate punks like me for breakfast, lunch and dinner, with a side order of humiliation for the unlucky. "Mrs. Lawson," I said by way of a greeting. I tried to remain nonchalant, but deep down I was terrified because now I knew exactly why I was here. "Do you know why you are here?" "I have good idea," I replied. "Good for you. I want twenty-five percent." She was referring to the new business I was setting up involving the high-class ladies and prostitution under my family's control -- family being myself, Danielle (my Lover), Mom, and April. "Deal," I replied instantly. There was no reason to even bargain. I knew where I was on the food chain. "Well, you were very quick of to agree," Lawson smiled. "You hold all the cards. You have the political influence that can crush me or protect me. You have the client lists and have a better idea of what certain people will need than I do -- for now. There is also the small matter of me being in your club, with your security at the door. You said twenty-five percent when you could have said fifty, so I'll take the better offer while it is still on the table. Mrs. Lawson laughed at that. "She says you area a very smart boy, in some ways. How would you like to keep more of your money?" "I would." "I want you to take on and train someone important to me. I want you to take them under your wing and hold them close in all things. You will keep her, hold her and protect her over all others. Do we have a deal?" "No." "No? You haven't even heard the rest of the offer. You are looking at increasing your wealth by a hundred thousand dollars a year," Lawson stated. "Not worth it. I have two people I hold close and protect. I can't do it three times and I won't give up either of the women I am currently with. "Two? I thought there was only one?" she said keenly interested. "Danielle and my Sister April; I love them in different ways, but I won't give up either one for money, or anything else that I can imagine." "What if the woman was very beautiful and devoted to you already?" "If she is devoted to me then she knows what my answer is and will be. I have to say no to your generous offer." Mrs. Rebecca Lawson laughed a deep sound that spread over the room. I figured I was about to die, or I had done something right. This woman was a renowned hard-ass after all. "She told me you would say that; almost those exact words in fact." "One last offer, but this is a good one. How would you like to start being seen with my youngest daughter? She has avoided the spotlight the rest of my brood has enjoyed, but she is showing some desire to step up now. This would open all kinds of doors for you. You would become part of my family and under my direct protection. Opportunities in politics and business would be open to you," Lawson offered. "Thank you, but no." "She is very attractive. I am sure she would be a good lover to you, honest and obedient," the councilwoman added. "I am sure she is a wonderful, fantastic girl, but I am ecstatic where I am. Tell her I'm sorry?" "So there is nothing I can do that would make you abandon your Lover and Sister? What if I exposed your entire scheme? It would ruin you all. You would lose everything. Would you throw away it all away?" "What would I be losing? A few years of my life and I'd rebuild somewhere else. With my Sister and Danielle, I would end up okay." "Are you sure they would sacrifice everything for you?" Lawson warned. "I can't say. I can only say what I'll do." "Aren't you even going to bother counter-threatening me? You could at least try that," she persisted. "To what end? I've got nothing on you. There are some people that I can lie to but you aren't one of them. I'll save my wind for the prison choir." "What about Seven? Would you sacrifice her?" Lawson threatened. "She's not a part of this and nothing can be tied back to her. She's free and clear so you'll have to cook up something dirty if you want to get at her." "If I did? If I destroyed her?" Lawson pondered. "She could join me in my rebuilding efforts once we got away from your influence. She's a friend. It is foolish of me to say I can protect anyone from you. I don't think you will kill us and if you don't then we will get away from you and start up somewhere else." "So, you would risk yourself for Seven? You barely know the girl. Why? What is so special about her? She's not your lover, nor is she your business partner." "She's a friend and she did me a kindness once when she didn't have to. That is all the reason I need. I don't have a clue as to why she agreed to help me, if that is what you are looking for?" "So even threats of physical violence against people around you, or against yourself, won't make you change your mind?" Lawson wondered out loud. "Bones knit, skin heals, I can get by with one eye or one kidney, and the rest of the damage tends to be fatal, so I can't say I'm really all that worried about you having my ass kicked." "Do you for a moment think I won't hurt you if I feel it is in my own best interest?" she threatened. "No, not at all; I'm counting on the whole 'own best interest' to keep me going. I'm trying not to give you a reason to find me a liability." Lawson laughed again. "Do you want to see my daughter, the one you turned away?" Lawson inquired. "If you insist." The door closest to the desk opened and a strikingly familiar woman walked in. I stood up because it was the polite thing to do. She had on suede calf boots, a pleated dark plaid skirt that went to her knees, a white blouse and a vest that was dark plaid in the front and black in the back. Her hair was long, and flowed freely around her as she glided into the room. "Seven?" I boggled. "Your youngest daughter is Seven? Don't I feel like such an idiot now?" "I will allow you this mistake," she laughed softly. "Do you regret your choice now?" "About choosing Danielle over you? No. Besides, if I was the type of man who would dump one woman to advance myself with another, would you even give me the time of day?" "We certainly wouldn't be here," Seven nodded. "What now?" "How about we collect Danielle and go someplace and talk things over?" "Does she need to know about us -- me and my Mother?" Seven asked. "No, I won't give her knowledge that would harm her, but she will know of the deal in general and I think she will respect my wishes on not revealing all of the details," I responded. "Dinner?" Seven inquired. "Michael's sounds good and they stay open to one, in case we feel like a long talk." "You two may leave my office now," Mrs. Lawson dismissed us both. Once outside, Seven sent a security guy to retrieve Danni. "So, what in the hell did I ever do to you?" I quipped. "You gave a woman a hug when she desperately needed one and didn't even know how to act. It is one thing to have empathy but it is a very rare person who acts on it. You didn't know her, but you made it your purpose to find out what she needed. So many people here find out a person's weaknesses and use that against them. Some people like being treated that way. She secretly wanted to be saved so you saved her. That's rare indeed." "You make it sound like some fairy tale story. I still punish her when she misbehaves." "I didn't say you two didn't have some kink in your relationship," Seven chuckled. "I wish you had a twin brother." I looked at her for a long time. "I wish I did too." "So Seven is a partner too now?" Danni questioned. "We can't really do it without her and we both think that her branching out will be good for each of us," I tried to assure Danielle. "Don't worry," Seven grinned softly, "I gave him a very good offer to leave you for me and he didn't even flinch. You two have something special. Maybe I can find that magic for myself." Danielle looked to me for verification and I gave it. Deep wounds take a long time to heal, as do deep betrayals. Danni trusted me; in due time she would trust me completely. Seven was a different story. I kept catching the way she looked at me. Either she was waiting to find a chink in my armor, proving I was like every other man she'd known, or she was waiting for a chance to displace Danielle in my life. I feared both possibilities. I almost missed what Danielle said. "Damien needs to go home now. He's got a busy day ahead of him," she lied. I had tomorrow off and she knew it. "You two should start living together," Seven smiled. "Most relationships are tested in the first six months of cohabitation." "I need to keep up with matters at home, until I know what my Sister is doing for college. I don't feel safe leaving her there with Mom and Dad. Mom may be on our side, but she's still Mom. At some point I'm going to have to deal with Dad and that's going to get ugly," I promised. "Go home. Get some sleep and you can meet again for lunch and plan out who our first victim will be. Seven can choose the lunch venue," Danielle said. I was getting the feeling I was being expelled from the table. Danni promised to pay my tab so I graciously left after planting a few kisses. The ride home was filled with a mixture of fatigue and relief. The whole episode with Lawson had put me off dinner. Standing up to her (sort of) and then learning that Seven was her baby girl had worn my mind down so that I knew I wasn't at the top of my game. I needed to be thinking clearly tomorrow so I was looking forward to a good night's sleep. I entered my apartment quietly. I checked and April was in my bed. I thought about the sofa but was too damn tired so I stripped down to my underwear and slid into bed with her. She turned over and snuggled into me. "Hey," she whispered. I should have known she'd been faking sleep. "Hey April, you should be asleep." "There is something I have to ask you and I need an honest answer." "Okay, what is it. I've always tried to be honest with you," I told her. "Are we ever going to sleep together?" she asked cautiously. I had to think that over for a few seconds. "No April; I don't think I can bring myself to change that part of our relationship. I guess I am a coward that way." "Damien, I want you to be my first," she said, dropping those words on me. I found my chest tightening. "I would need to think it over," I hesitated. April propped herself up on her elbow so that she was looking down on me. Her hair looked like a silky waterfall encasing her wonderful face. "You would need to ask Danielle, wouldn't you?" she sighed. That was the real crux of the matter. I wanted my Sister and I wanted her to be happy and I was finding it harder to meet both goals. "Yes I would," I explained. April smiled a devilish grin and I knew something's up. "I already asked her and she says it is okay," she beamed. "That is why she sent you home tonight, so that we could have all tonight and tomorrow together. Isn't she wonderful?" I felt wonderfully screwed. All I was left with was my own fear and the fear of disappointing my Sister and making those gorgeous eyes fill with tears. "I'll be gentle," I said as I put my hand to the side of her head, teasing the earlobe then slowly lowering her lips down to mine. "I trust you," she breathed into me. "I'm glad at least one of us does," I grinned back. That earned a wondrous giggle from April. "The first time tonight is going to be quick, to get some of the discomfort out of the way. We'll move on to the love-making when you feel ready to let me explore your body and eat you up. April nodded. I reached down between her thighs to see how much work I was looking forward to. She was sopping wet. "I've been getting ready for you ever since you left the restaurant. Danielle gave me the call and wished me luck. Oh, I'm supposed to give you back more or less intact" she giggled again. "I think someone is going to get a spanking tomorrow night," I grimaced. "I don't like getting played." I studied the guarded look April gave me. "Okay, I don't mind too much when it is the people I love, but ... someone should have trusted me to do the right thing." "Can I make it up to you?" April said in a coquettish voice. "No," I responded with love in my eyes. "Tonight is all you. I want the next twenty-four hours to be as perfect as I can make it." I said the right thing because April descended on me like an impassioned warrior leaping into their first battle. I had a hard time getting my other hand into play. It takes some effort to get her to spread her legs and give me greater access. It took me another minute to maneuver her where I wanted her, straddling my stomach. April was resisting. "Pin me down, Damien, make me yours. Tie me up and restrain me. Make me your ... your ... your bitch." That was not what I expected hear. I began to think she'd been having long talks with Danielle. April tries to roll off, but I shift around and don't let her. Instead I bring both hands together and pin her wrists above my chest. She struggles to break free, but I'm far stronger than she is. Her eyes became a mixture of fear and lust. She moved forward as I yank her arms to my head. I clamped her wrists in one hand. She could have escaped then if she really wanted to, but it would have been painful as she twisted free. She learned this and her struggles lessened. With my now-free hand I moved down her breasts and stomach until I touched her now visible clit. I pulled on it lightly and she shivered. My hand moved down her thigh until my palm touched my penis. I brought it up until it touched her vaginal opening. "Lower yourself," I told her. She looked fearful and confused. "Lower yourself," I commanded. Now she seemed to know what I was doing and she gulped and closed her eyes. I slowly pushed up with my binding hand so that she was more upright. Tentatively she tested my member expanding the walls to her vagina. She hesitated then pushed a little further. I felt it when she felt the obstruction and made that momentous decision. She looked down at me, panting slightly. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too, now more than ever," I responded. She lowered herself down further. I feel the pressure building up on my penis head and then it pushes free. A look of pain crossed her face but the sound coming out of her lips was, "aaahhh". A tear rolled down from her right eye. I reached up and brushed it away. She purred to my touch. Her steady downward progress accelerated now that much of her fear of the unknown had evaporated. I had no doubt that she hurt, but she was the master of that pain. It wasn't something inflicted on her. When she was finally able to take all of me in and pushed down on the pelvic bone she gave me a smile to die for. "I did it," she panted. She leaned down to kiss me but I blocked her with her own arms. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 09 "No," I grinned wickedly. "You've been talking behind my back." I pulled myself up with just my stomach muscles until we were virtually face to face. I then pushed each arm behind her body until they crossed. I pinned them there with one hand and brought my other hand around. "Slowly go up and down," I told her. "It will help your muscles to not cramp." She immediately obeyed. Even though our lips drew close, she didn't try to kiss me. I kept torturing myself like that for thirty seconds before I cracked and drew her into me. Our tongues surged and wrestled. She would not be tamed and I wouldn't stop trying. I did have on advantage that I then put to good use. I teased up her side and plucked at one terribly stiff nipple. I then lowered myself to it and began sucking on it. April's breaths became rapid and gasping. I struck at two places simultaneously. I pinched her clit with my fingers as I bit into her nipple with my teeth. April lost it. She arched off my crotch so hard that I was afraid I'd scared the nipple when it was torn from my grasp. April wasn't a screamer. She was one of those women that channeled everything inside. Her body spasms and tensed in one giant rollercoaster of pleasure. When she tumbled down from that high, she fell on me hard. I crashed back onto the bed, her body sweaty and panting above me. I let go of her arms so she could better support herself. "Oh ... that's what an orgasm is," she gasped. "Had I known what I've been missing I'd have seduced you years ago." She wobbled herself so that she was on all fours hanging above me. "What's next, Big Brother?" she wheezed. "Have you ever heard of the sixty-nine position? I'd really like to get a taste of you," I asked. April nodded vigorously. "I'll certainly get a taste of myself off of you." "Have you done this before?" I inquire. "Given a blowjob -- yes; sixty-nine -- no." "We'll start on our sides and work from there," I explained. "Damien ... was I any good?" "For a first timer, you were stellar. Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked. "Yes. It hurt, but I knew it would hurt a bit. Feeling something inside me filling me up was ... indescribable." "Would you like to feel that way again?" I inquired. "NOW?" she pleaded loudly, then we both had a giggling fit. We didn't change positions, we flowed into them. I told her to reach out and touch whatever part of me interested her and I would do the same for her. I ran my hands along her muscle lines, stroking with hairs of my backhand, or touching with a single finger so to not overwhelm any one spot with too much sensation. April, being much smarter than me, picked up on this quickly. My great regret became that this would be our only time together. I could never come back to this extraordinary moment. We finally got into the position where she was still on top facing the right side of bed while I was on my back facing the left. She lowered her head to my cock and popped the head in audibly. "Whoa April, it is not a race. I'm with you all night long so take your time," April looked under herself between her breasts clearly wanting more information. "Has anyone ever gone down on you?" I asked "No. I had a guy who tried but he said it was gross. That sucks considering how many guys have asked me for blowjobs." "That's good actually. Let me play with your vagina and clitoris. Enjoy it. Once you figure out what feels right to you, practice the technique out on me. We have all night and Dad's supply of Viagra if I get tired." I pulled her hips down slightly and began kissing her inner thighs. I ran my tongue up to the rise where the body leads you to the pussy, touching that line and making broad strokes around it. April began doing the same, with the addition of little bites now and again. I then brought my fingers into play. Again, it was much more a tactile experience April responded by slowly wrapping her hand around my shaft and not pumping it; more like racking her fingernails along it. I'd never had that sensation before. To show just how smart my sister was, when I finally ran a finger along her slit, one finger to on each side; April spread one hand down and gently massaged my balls. I pointed my tongue into a sharp point and circled the top of her clit. April shuddered and groaned out, "Oh Damien keep doing that ..." I figured that her clit and vagina were still sore from her first round of intercourse so a tender hand was needed. I was glad to not be hurting her. April being so receptive was a major blessing. After speaking April began licking and kissing the head of my penis while continually stroke my balls. I took a moment to say, "I like that a whole lot. Please keep it up." April responded with a steady increase in tempo. I put my lips back to work on her clit and vaginal opening. I moved the first finger in carefully. I could feel the tension in her, but April mastered it and relaxed her strained muscles. My first finger made small circles inside. This was an exploratory mission to find her sensitive spots on the inside. A good way in I found one. She nearly bit my penis. "Sorry," she gasped. "It was ... I didn't expect ... that was fantastic." "It is called a G-spot Sis. I just found yours," I responded trying not to let the pain seep through to my voice. She gently kissed my abused member anyway. "Were you looking for it?" "Every man should, April. Sex is about pleasure, joy and happiness. You seek joy, find pleasure and are filled with happiness when you are done." "Is it always like this for you?" April said between gulps of cock. "I had lost my way. Sex became about anger, pain and depression. Danielle helped me find my way back. She took the anger and the pain away. I could deal with the depression after that." I want back to exploring her pleasure centers and she discovered that saliva is good for deducing the frictions of hand jobs. There was no problem with moisture on April's end. Wet enough to work well with and not too much to be in the way. As easily as I could manage it while sucking full time on her clit, I wiggled a second finger inside. It was slow going as her vaginal walls had to adjust to another intruder in the night. Partly by accident and partially out of perverse desire, I let one finger migrate up to her anus. I didn't go in. I just had it tap on the sphincter. That earned me an extra 'galumph' from April and a deeper penetration of my shaft. I took that to be a positive sigh. I would have said something, but my tongue had gotten into a great flicking rhythm on her clit and I didn't want to give that up. I also felt like my own climax was coming fast. My problem was that I wanted her to come first and that required me to cheat. I had both fingers make circles on her G-spot while my digit pressed on her ass and I bit down on her clit. I can be a real bastard at times. April shot up. Her knees slammed into my shoulders, her hands dug into my thighs right below my hips and her head popped painfully off my penis as her back arched and some wordless growling filled the room. It may have been one of the sexiest and scariest orgasms I have ever seen. We both sat there in silence for half a minute. April looked back at me like this person I had never seen before. She grabbed my penis in a strong grasp and plunged her mouth down on it, taking in half of it in the first gulp. The feeling was incredible. Since her hand didn't have the room to pump anymore, it was expanding and contracting, controlling the blood flow up my shaft. I could feel the back of April's throat as she gamely tried to take more of me in. I also felt the gag reflex kicking in. "April, I'm coming," I rasped out. She bobs her head harder and faster. "April, I'm coming right now," and she wouldn't relent. I couldn't hold it any longer. "I ..." and I started shoot blasts of semen down her throat. April started chocking. I was in no position to help her. I heard her slurping like a madwoman but I felt wetness go down my shat and into my pubic hair. She rolled off of me and onto her side. From the look on her face, she was clearly upset. Her face was also a mess. I'd splashed some on her nose and cheeks. "I'm sorry Damien. I tried to be as good as Danielle, but I couldn't take it all in. You come a lot and I started chocking and ..." I leaned in and kissed her. I licked some of my semen off her nose. "You don't think that's gross?" April asked. "I had you swallow a whole lot more of it a few seconds ago. I'm not in love with the stuff, but I'd like to clean off your face without either of us leaving the bed at this moment. So, I'm licking you," and I proceeded to do just that. April returned the favor by cleaning my penis and pubic region. I had a few hairs spit at me for her trouble. We crawl up to the top of the bed together and settle into each other's arms. In some ways it is the same comfortable relationship we have always had. I've seen my Sister naked before and it has never particularly weirded me out because, well, she was my Sister. She's still my Sister now -- that hasn't changed. Things are better. She's a woman I might have never seen if it wasn't for tonight. I can't go back to where I was two hours ago. That knowledge hurt far less than I thought it would. I tell April my thoughts. She hugs me tightly "I've always seen you as a sexual being," April confesses. "From the time I knew that boys and girls were different, you were always there for me. Do you remember how when the phone rang I would run to you no matter where you were so you would hug me? "Yes." "I would have friend call me at night when you were in the shower, so I could come running in and have you hold me. I liked the feel of naked you against me." "Why didn't you ever say anything? I would have understood," I state. "You are the only man I have ever wanted to sleep with Damien? How does a thirteen year old girl tell that to the senior captain of the swim team? You would have thought I was nuts. Worse, you would have set aside college to take care of me." "April, I didn't know. I'm sorry." "I tried other guys, but they were either pigs who wanted my tits, or stoners, or bums who had no idea what they were doing. None of them treated me with the respect you treated me with. No one asked me how my day was without following that up with going out on Friday night. So I got the reputation as a cock-tease." "Damien, are you angry with Danielle?" April asked. "No," I smiled at April, "she loves me and I love her and she did something that she felt would make me happy, though I didn't think it would at that moment. Love is trusting the unknown April." "How did I stack up against Danielle," April inquired hesitantly. I studied April to the point that I'm clearly not happy about something and she slowly tried to shrink away but I don't let her. "Don't ever go down that path April. Don't judge yourself by the actions or body of another. To see you do so makes me both sad and angry. You are smarter than that. The best way I can put it is to say you are not the same people." "Danielle is short and gets into certain positions easily. She has small slender fingers that feel like letter openers when she scratches. She is tight top and bottom. She has a round face that accents her eyebrows and eyes. Danielle is experienced, but by no means the most experience person have I dealt with. Danielle is the Angel from Hell doing her 1,001 penances before she can go to heaven." "You April are a fire burning in a mountainside cabin that keeps out the winter chill. You have more of the nurturing Nordic goddess about you. You have a strong body and long limbs, with strong fingers made to massage and explore a body with fingertips not nails. You are more aggressive, more energetic, and ... joyful. "So which one of us does you like better?" teases April. "I can't live without either of you, so please don't ask me to make that choice." "She's afraid that I will take you from her," April says with a ting of sadness. "It won't happen, but it will be something she looks for over a long time. That pain is one of the reasons I am going to destroy her ex-husbands. I am destroying him utterly." April cuddled up my body until she could kiss my ear and temple. "You would do the same thing if someone hurt me, wouldn't you?" April states. "They would never find the body. No one hurts you." "When I found out about all of this I went after Danielle. I read you filed -- you need better encryption -- and the stuff I found wasn't about a bad woman. She'd been hurt. You stepped up and made her happy. I really wanted to hate her. I knew she was going to tell me to take a leap off a deep bridge. Instead she asked to meet with me.' "We get there and I know that when I see her I'm going start screaming at her for being a forty year old skank dating a twenty-two year old man. She beats me to the punch. She tells me that she hates me because he loves me (April) more than her (Danielle)." "Basically we feel the same way about one another for the exact same reason. Five minutes later we are all laughing. Either you were a total lying bastard or you really did love us equally. I don't think you've ever gotten away with lying from me." "So, how did it end?" I asked curiously. "We agreed to a time share agreement. She gets Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. I get Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday." "I get Monday? Bloody Monday? Don't the two of you think I might want a say?" I groaned. "Go ahead. You vote for your plan, Danielle and I will vote for our plan; ours wins," April grinned triumphantly. "Let's not talk about this anymore," April said softly. "What do you want to talk about," I responded in a serious tone. April turned and sat back on her haunches and raised her hand up in a bunny fashion. She tilted in and started sniffing and pawing at my arm. "What's up with this?" I wondered. "More orgasm ... I want more orgasm ... do you have orgasm here," she poked under my arm, "or here, "she looked into my ear, "of .... Here!" and pounced onto my crotch. She immediately was licking and cupping my balls in her hands. This feisty display had gotten me aroused and I was responding. This time I used my superior weight to bear her down. Our limbs were only momentarily locked. By unspoken mutual consent we were free to explore each other's bodies. We were constantly moving up and down each other as I was suckling on a nipple one instant and then she had me up in a blindly sensuous kiss. April gave. She held nothing back and expected everything in return. She was smart enough to know she had to learn things and be patient enough to know she had to encourage our lovemaking in directions she found interesting. For my part, I tried to be as receptive as possible. We didn't try out a variety of positions. Instead we moved around letting one exploration stress us toward a different way that otherwise we wouldn't have chosen to pursue; it was by mutual understanding. April liked being on her back. She liked it when I played with her legs in various positions. She liked it when I stole a feather and tickled her feet as I cruelly pushed her toward her third orgasm. April liked tickling and touching and feeling the breath and the heartbeat of her lover after the act. To her that was the second best part of the whole affair. For my part, and I talked to her about this, April was a Talker. She liked to talk in the lead up to sex, during sex and in the afterglow of sex. I did explain to her that some partners wouldn't appreciate this as much as I did. She worried about it, but told her is a gift, not a condition. She could control it and if she sensed the partner wanted quiet, she could be quiet. "Do you want me to be quiet?" April questioned me. "I would never want you to do anything that you felt wrong about. No, I don't want to be quiet. It wouldn't be you and I am here with April Cullen and that is who I want to hear. April scooted to the edge of the bed. She was still moving tenderly, undoubtedly sore in places she'd never been sore in before. She slid off the bed and stood up giving me a great view of her thighs, ass, and athletic back. Her hair was plastered too much of her upper back from the heat of our love-making. "For a onetime thing," I asked, "was it as good as you had hoped?" April looked over her shoulder and smirked. "Who says this is a onetime thing, Brother Damien?" "But we agreed ..." I stammered. "You assumed," she giggled as she made her way to the bathroom. "I don't recall making any promises." "Come on and join me in the shower," she offered seductively. I got out of bed and groaned. "Do I have a choice?" "Brother, you have a whole day with me. Reward me for being good, punish me for being bad, or do both at the same time if you like. Just don't hate me for wanting you. I walked and held her tightly to my arms. "I could never do that. You are my blood, my body, my soul. Now more than ever I know I cannot live without you. I think the question really is this: what lives will you let me live?" "What if I ask you to leave Danni?" April said with real fear in her voice. I lowered my head. "I'd die. I can't live knowing I've caused her harm. I can't." I softly made my declaration. "Can she make me go away?" April said close to tears. "Never; it has to be both of you. Danielle saved me. April, you have always been at my side even in the worst times. You are both intertwined with my life now. Try as I might to deny it, I love you in a new and stronger way right now. It is something I can never give up." "Can we stand in the shower for a while embracing and feeling the warmth of our bodies pressed together like when I made you think that I was afraid of the phone" "Of course April; I'm always going to be here for you." Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 10 (This chapter is told from a different point of view) **When you are no longer afraid of yourself, you will no longer be afraid of the World** Lorna Dane licked her lips in fear. She was unsure how she had ended up here in this predicament. She'd had sex with her doctor, which was bad, but it was a magnitude worse that the doctor had been a woman. She could make all kinds of excuses that she had been seduced and caught at an uncertain time in her life, but she knew that when she faced her husband's pitiless gaze she would crack. She'd been curious since a sensual indiscretion in college that had been unfortunately interrupted and never repeated. She had buried those feelings and fallen into a loveless, childless marriage. She'd become an empty shell until Doctor Kathryn Carter had entered her life. The woman had touched her and she had instinctively responded. It had been electric. Only later had she learned the price of her passion. Doctor Carter hadn't been as interested in Lorna Dane's needs, only her own. Little touches had become greater steps until Lorna found herself kneeling before the woman and lapping up her juices. Lorna had become a tool for another woman's lusts and the emptiness had returned. When Ilene Cullen had come to her and warned her of a blackmail scheme involving both of them being exposed and humiliated, Lorna hadn't known what to do. By Special Delivery the next morning Lorna had received a DVD showing her sexual exploits. She'd been informed that the interested parties would be in touch with their demands. Lorna met with Ilene a few days later and together a third younger woman had informed them what would be required. Lorna almost bolted there on the spot but Ilene pleaded with Lorna to not desert her. Against her better judgment, Lorna had sat back down. She'd agreed to make a simple non-pornographic video. She'd felt stupid agreeing to it. Lorna knew she would be horribly vulnerable if she went with this woman, but Ilene had looked so desperate. A few nights later she was in the back of a van that was blacked out so that she couldn't see their final destination. Ilene had held her hand and squeezed it for support. When the van ride ended, they were inside a warehouse; the doors were opened and to masked men were there to lead them out. What was interesting was the nature of the masks. They were black, and ornate; decorations and expressions of some inner personality as much as something that protected the identity. The mask delicate nature spoke against any use of force in Lorna's mind. She prayed she was right. "Ms. Gossamer, Ms. Diaphanous please come with me," the taller of the two men said. The second man stood silently by observing more than moving things along. Ilene went sheepishly along and Lorna felt compelled to act the same way. He led them into a dressing room with all kinds of revealing lingerie, stockings, and shoes. What was most notable to Lorna was the entire wall covered in ornate masks. Like the masks worn by their warders, they were eye masks, only covering the upper cheeks, eyebrows, around the eyes, and the nose. Different styles of bands or ties adheres the mask to the head. A woman (smaller than the one who had convinced them to come here) asked Lorna and Ilene to choose a mask that best expressed their inner nature and clothing that they considered provocative and alluring. Failure to do so would be considered a breach of their agreement. Ilene instantly went to the wall of masks and began looking it over. "I don't know," Ilene hesitated when reaching for one of the masks, "I know that we'll only wear this mask once, but I want to do this right." What do you think I should pick?" That got Lorna to thinking. She found herself looking Ilene over. "Let's get dressed first," Lorna said. Lorna had a perverse motivation as well as a desire to learn. Ilene was in very good shape for a woman of her age – which was Lorna's age as well. She was attractive and now that Lorna thought about it, had seemed to have grown younger in recent weeks. There was something going on with her, but what? "Are you afraid?" Lorna asked Ilene. "Yes, but only a little," Ilene said, looking embarrassed, "but I'm also excited. Do you think that makes me a slut?" Lorna felt it made her sound wanton, but ... "I am excited," she responded in a conspiratorial whisper, "even though that makes me feel slutty." "I'm going to wear this," Ilene said, picking out a lacy, nearly transparent black bodice and matching French cut panties. Even her shoes had heels that accentuated the calves and ass. "Wow, I'd like to see you in that," Lorna blabbed before she could stop herself. Instead of being offended, Ilene smiled. "I'll get dressed and be right back out and then you can tell me how it looks," Ilene told her. She moved behind one of the several Chinese folding screens tossing a look over her shoulder to Ilene before vanishing behind the silky barrier. Lorna forced herself to look over back to the racks of clothing. White would highlight her tan, beige would enhance her curves, and black was always sexy. Red and Purple weren't her colors. Lorna had a sudden inspiration when she saw a unique bustier that was half black-half white. She went over the wall and found the domino mask that sang out to her. She'd alternate stockings, but her panties ... she would go for white, but was think about finding a pair that would match her new scheme. She was so lost in thought that Ilene snuck right up on her. "Whoa," Lorna exclaimed then repeated the word when she saw how hot Ilene looked. "Do you like it?" Ilene quizzed her. "I think you are very attractive ... hot even." "But do you like it?" Ilene asked shyly. "I ..." Lorna reached out and brushed a stray hair back over her shoulder. She accidently touched Ilene's shoulder. Ilene didn't flinch so Lorna dispatched an imaginary strand. "I think it is beautiful," Lorna said. She grabbed a mismatched pair of black and white calf boots because they felt so right. "Your turn," Ilene slyly grinned. I want to see what you are hiding," Ilene taunted. Lorna gathered up her stuff showing off her mask to Ilene. The other woman nodded. Lorna found herself eagerly changing clothes for the first time in a very long time. She wanted Ilene to see her in her choice of outfits. It was so easy to forget they were here under threat of blackmail she was so desperate for attention. "Oh my God," Ilene gasped as Lorna came out and took a vampish pose. She had one hand reaching to the top of the screen while the other was cocked on her hip making her breasts bulge against their cups. One leg was straight and the other was bent in a way that accentuated her hips and waist. The footwear elevated the ass and highlighted the firmness of her thighs. The cocky grin on her face completed the package. "I take it that you approve," Lorna teased her voice altered by some magic of the mask. Ilene's bosom rose and fell before she nodded. "Do you think we can keep the clothing?" "I hope so," Ilene smiled. She pulled up a feathered black mask and put it on. "What do you suppose happens next?" Her voice was altered but in a different way. "We move you to a private room," came a young man's voice. He walked into the room and nodded a greeting to both women. "First, is there a specific name you wished to be referred to by the staff? We assigned you names when you arrived, but I feel your taste in clothing warrants a possible change; suggestions?" "Domino; Lady Domino," Lorna stated forcefully. She liked the way her voice sounded, all calm and confident. "Raven; simply Raven," Ilene added. Lady Domino, Raven you may keep the clothes you have chosen tonight, but the masks must remain. Now please come this way." "Why can't we keep the masks?" the women asked together. "They will be part of the personas that we will control and protect you with. No client can be sure who they are with. Only we will know." "The men must wear masks too?" Lorna questioned. "Yes. A factor of this club is trust and control. It will be interesting where you find both. Your hurdle for tonight is ..." "Wait," Lorna declared, "this was to be a onetime thing." "This is a matter of a onetime debt; not a debt with interest; or something you gamble on to increase of diminish. Something wrong has happened and accounts must be rebalanced." "I don't like that," Lorna hesitated. "I want to leave." The young man nodded. You may leave here. I am sure you husband will have all those incriminating shots of you and Doctor Carter on his computer by the time you get home." "Damn you," she spat. "How you pay off that debt depends on what tasks you are willing to perform and with whom. Your task tonight shouldn't be too difficult. Remember you are on a soundproofed stage. The Rules are simple. All clients have a safe word. You are considered clients for this purpose. No permanent physical harm. No death. Otherwise express yourself." "I don't understand; what is it that you want us to do?" Ilene said in frustration. The occupant of Room Thirteen should make your case clear," he said politely as he opened. "If you need anything please call and we will provide anything in reason. Toys are already in the room." The two ladies entered the room then the door shut behind them. Lorna turned and tried the doorknob which opened. The man turned and looked at her. He had been walking away. "Yes?" "Why isn't the door locked?" she wondered aloud. "The one person I'm worried about running away is strapped to the table in that room and if you want her to run away, so be it. In case you are wondering, the doors lock from the inside, not the outside. You are the ones in need of privacy." Lorna stepped back into the room and locked the door. "Come and see this," Ilene purred. Lorna could see Ilene standing over a gynecological surgical table. The person strapped to it had their shoes removed but every other article of clothing remained on. A large tray of strange items was beside the table. Lorna walked catlike around the side of the table to look down as their strapped down and gagged victim for the night: Doctor Kathryn Carter. The woman looked both frightened and irate. She was trying to say something over the duct tape over her mouth. Lorna carefully took off the tape, Kathryn taking several deep breaths. "Hello Kathryn," Ilene said. Lorna could see that Kathryn recognized her voice. "It is good to see you," Lorna added. "Lorna, Ilene, I've been kidnapped. You've got to get me out of here," she pleaded. "They could come back any minute." "What so you think they might do to you?" Lorna inquired sedately. "They told me that they were going to punish me for things they think I've done. Hurry!" Kathryn squealed. Lorna looked to Ilene and back again. "Do you know why we are?" Lorna asked "NO! Hurry, those men could be back any minute, Kathryn struggled unsuccessfully against her bonds. Lorna wasn't sure what possessed her, but she leaned down into Kathryn's face and smiled a wicked grin as she said, "Bitch, you raped me and made me your personal slut. I've come here for you." Kathryn looked stunned and fearful. "Noooo ..." she whimpered. "You took something from me and now I'm going to take something from you. I'm her for a little payback too," Raven growled. "I ... I can make it up to you. I have money," Kathryn pleaded again. "I don't want your money," Lorna said as she began to stroke Kathryn's hair. After a moment she continued, "You taped our sessions. Someone found them and is blackmailing – me – for what you did. So I'm dressed like some whore in an undisclosed location because you took advantage of my weakness and loneliness. How do you think that makes me feel?" Kathryn started crying. "Oh yes," purred Lorna, "I recall crying to you. You had me on my knees in your office while you belittled me and forced me to lick your pussy. Do you remember that?" Kathryn didn't respond so Lorna hauled off and slapped her but not too hard. "Do you remember?" Lorna repeated. She pulled her hand back but then Kathryn nodded. "Oh, you do remember. Was I special, or were there others?" Lorna badgers the bound woman. "Please," Kathryn said, "what I did was wrong, but you don't want to do this." "Psychology?" Lorna sighed in disappointment. "I imagine you think you are good at mental manipulations. You certainly had me all twisted up." "I'm ..." Kathryn started to say. "I know, you are sorry; I imagine you will next tell me you will never do it again, you will make it up to me, maybe even that you have real affection for me. Let's move past that bullshit. I think you mentioned something about punishment." "For things you have done," Ilene adds, breaking her silence. Kathryn shifted her gaze from woman to woman. She found no pity there and began to bawl and tug against your bonds. "I think that Kathryn is uncomfortable," Ilene told Lorna. Lorna looked curious so Ilene picked up a pair of scissors. "I'll unbutton her blouse. You cut off her skirt," Loran tells Ilene. "Of course, Lady Domino," Ilene grinned. Lorna gave Ilene a curious look then nods. "Make sure you don't cut her Raven. I want Kathryn to last a long, long time." Raven began cutting away the skirt. Lady Domino was less patient. She ripped open Kathryn's shirt sending buttons flying everywhere. She felt a rush of adrenaline. Kathryn started blubbering. She swiveled away from Lady Domino's hands which now roughly kneaded her breasts. Raven finished cutting the skirt and chuckled. "The Bitch is only wearing hose. Should I tear them off?" Raven asks. "Is she wet?" Lady Domino responds. Kathryn moaned when Raven pressed into her crotch and massaged the area. She pulled up and licked her fingers before offering them to Lady Domino. The black and white seductress licked the extended fingers and smiled. "Kathryn, you are soaked. How did that happen? Are you getting turned on by all this?" Domino said soothingly to her victim. Kathryn squeezed her eyes shut and turned away. Raven ripped open the hose from the waist pulling Kathryn's hips off the bed. Lady Domino snaked her hand down Kathryn's stomach across her neatly trimmed bush and dipped into the woman's pussy with two fingers. "Very nice Kathryn - tight; you must not get fucked too often," Lady Domino whispered into Kathryn's ear. Kathryn sobbed. Raven kept ripping the hose down until she had to cut off the last few segments. Lady Domino grabbed the top of Kathryn's hair and pulled her head around. She brought up her hand dripping with Kathryn's juices and held it before her victim's face. "Lick my fingers clean and if you bite you will pay for it," Lady Domino promised. Kathryn struggled to avoid the fingers until they were pressed against her lips. She let them in. "Start sucking, you Bitch," Lady Domino purred. Kathryn started doing so, first reluctantly then with a desperate effort to please her tormentor. Lady Domino let go of her tight grip on Kathryn's hair and stroked around the back of her ear to her neck. Lady Domino pulled her fingers from Kathryn's mouth, noting the fearful yet lust-filled look Kathryn was giving her. Somehow, the fear wasn't fulfilling, but the hidden pleasure was. "Raven, please give me the scissors," Lady Domino asked. Raven handed them up. Raven pushed Kathryn's legs farther apart and pulled a dimpled dildo from the tray. Lady Domino leaned over Kathryn and kissed her. At first Kathryn kept her teeth together, but Lady Domino kept up a stead pressure with her lips while play with one of Kathryn's breasts. Suddenly Kathryn's mouth opened and their tongues met. Kathryn moaned and sobbed at the same time. Lady Domino kept stroking the breast and pulling on the nipple. Raven inserted the dildo into Kathryn who twitched. Her groan was audible through her embrace with Lady Domino. Raven worked it in slowly. She was half way in then Raven pulled out a little bit only to push in a little farther with the next action. "God, she's so juicy down here," Raven remarked. "She's sucking it in she's so hungry for it." "She's pretty hungry up here to," Lady Domino replied. She playful slaps Kathryn across the face, confusing the woman. The Lady moves her mouth down to the nipple she's been playing with and sucks it in with one gulp nipping the breasts when she has taken in as much as she can. Kathryn spasms and she arches her back, almost chocking Lady Domino on the tit. "She just came," Raven sounded astounded. "That didn't take long at all." Lady Domino raised her head. "We are hardly done with you yet Kathryn," Lady Domino smirked down at her former doctor. Kathryn responded by moaning even louder. "A moment, please," begged Kathryn. "You don't like this," Raven replied, indicating the dildo deep in her pussy. She drew it out and Kathryn sighed. The sigh was immediately followed by a scream as Raven started pushing it into Kathryn's ass. "I don't think she's had anal sex in a long time, if ever," Raven chortled. "When you get in a little farther, I want you to help me with something," Lady Domino asked. "Of course," Raven responded as she twisted and pushed the dildo deeper in. Once she was satisfied it wouldn't fall out she looked to Lady Domino. "Help me get on top of dear Kathryn. Her tongue felt good in my mouth. I want to see if it feels better inside my pussy," Lady Domino smiled. Raven grinned and nodded in the affirmative. Raven helped Lady Domino up but the woman turned instead to face Raven. "I want a piece of you too," Lady Domino explained. Raven's grin got wider. As Lady Domino mounted Kathryn's face, she looked under herself and said, "Kathryn, don't you shirk on that tongue-work. I know you like it and I like it the same way, with vigor," Lady Domino commanded. Kathryn stopped trying to turn away and patiently waited for the dominant woman's treasured place to come within reach. "Oh," moaned Lady Domino, "Kathryn is trying very hard to make me happy, Raven. Makes sure she is reminded who is in command here. Raven pushed the dildo deeper into Kathryn's ass. "That got a reaction out of her," Lady Domino declared. "Give it to her slowly but steady. She wants to be filled up." "Let me help with that," Raven grinned. While still working the dildo in, she lowered her lips to Kathryn's clit and began to twirl it with her tongue. Kathryn and Domino moaned together. Raven marveled at what an indicator of sensuality Lady Domino had become. It didn't stop her from drinking deeper of Kathryn's cunt. After Kathryn was driven upward toward her second orgasm, Lady Domino rose up enough for Kathryn's face for the woman to get some words out. "Please," she gasped breathlessly, "please give me a second it hurts ... please." When it became clear that Raven would not relent form her clitoral stimulations, Lady Domino tapped Raven's head and motioned the woman up. Raven moved her head up and Lady Domino pulled her into a kiss full of longing and desire. "Mmmm ... you both taste so good," Lady Domino purred. "I don't know which I like best." "We'll have to keep trying until you figure it out," grinned Raven wickedly. Lady Domino grinned back. "It may take a while." "I don't care if it takes all night," was Raven's impassioned reply. The two women looked down on the woman they had sexually devastated and fulfilled at the same time. Kathryn had passed out with a variety of fluids on her body, her clothes wrecked, yet a smile on her sleeping lips. "What do you think?" Lady Domino said as she held Raven's hand. "I don't think she'll soon forget us," Raven sighed as he put a tired head on Lady Domino's shoulder. Love Beyond All Bounds Ch. 10 "I was wonder if she'll be back?" Domino questioned. "After what she's been put through," Raven stated, "... I have no doubt we'll see her again." (Some weeks later) Lorna's housekeeper brought Damien Cullen to her sitting room. She was both terrified and excited at the same time. Her excitement was only heightened by the young man's good looks. What kind of message was he bringing? Was it from that untrustworthy bastard of a father, or his poor desperate mother? "Hello Mrs. Dane," Damien said. "I won't take up much of your time. All I have for you is this simple gift." With that he handed her a shopping bag from one of the elite boutiques in town which was topped with pink wrapping paper. put it in her lap then looked over to Damien for an explanation. "Look inside please," the young man said. With hesitant hand she pulled the paper aside and then she gasped. Inside bag was her feathered black and white mask, her symbol of bondage to her captors. "I don't understand," she finally managed to whisper. "It is yours now," he said. Seeing her confusion, he explained. "From now on if you choose to use it you can. If you never choose to use it, nothing further will be asked or required of you." "I ... you? It was you, not your Father?" Lorna sputtered. Damien nodded. She stood up and yelled, "You bastard!" Her housekeeper came running into the room. Only then did Lorna recover herself. "Everything is okay, Alicia," she told her housekeeper. When the woman retired Lauran sat back down. "I still don't understand. Why go through all of this if you always planned to let me go?" "I apologize for the elaborate trickery, but when I saw the tapes that my Father and Dr. Carter made of you and the other women I didn't see victims," Damien told her, "I saw untapped passion. All I felt I had to do was give you the avenue to express it. Did I ever force you to do anything you regretted?" "I ... I'm still angry as hell. How could you do that to us? How could you do this to your own Mother?" Lorna asked. "I dealt with Mother some time ago. She was a willing instigator of my plot by the time you came along. She acted on my orders in a manner we both thought would unlock the desirable woman you could be." "You used me." "Yes, I won't deny it. I made money off of your sexuality. I took a percentage and I've made you perform sexual acts with men you didn't know. I full confess to that. If you chose to hate me for the rest of our lives, I will fully understand," Damien confessed. "What if I go to the police?" "I imagine I could end up going to jail for a long time," Damien informed her. "Won't you stop me? Don't you have some insurance?" "Not really. You are the one in charge here. If you call the police, you call the police. If you choose to burn your mask in the backyard, you will never see me again. If you choose to wear that mask again, you decide who you see and when you see them. I work for you now. I provide the place and security, and the possible clients for you to choose from." Lorna was totally stunned by that realization. She'd always lived to other people's sexual expectations. Her own experiments had been failures or catastrophes, until now. If a man didn't do what she wanted, she could toss him out and choose another to satisfy her. She looked down at the mask and plucked it up with a quivering hand. "I can quit at any time?" she asked. "I'll escort you out the door myself if I have to," Damien nodded. "I ... won't this make me a prostitute? Some cheap whore," she worried. "Will you get paid for your services; Yes. You are neither cheap nor a whore. Instead of being paid in earrings or a pearl necklace for meaningless sex every Saturday night, you get to choose your reward for the sex you want to have." "You are still a bastard," Lorna replied without heat. "I'll have to agree with that assessment," Damien said. Lorna studied him for several seconds before, "How come you never came on to me?" "I'm with a two ladies," Damien informed her, "and I don't think they would understand a third. I have to admit I was tempted though. You are a gorgeous woman, especially when you are in control. You have something special when you let go of your restraints and I can see why it would be easy for any man to be drawn in." "You have a very gracious way of asking to be my pimp," she teased, feeling more powerful and in control by the minute. Lorna stroked her mask. She had felt powerful wearing it, hiding behind it, and letting herself go with it; now all that was in her hands and her hands alone. "How do I get in touch with you?" Lorna asked. "My cell number is on the card at the bottom of the bag, and I'm also in the book. Sorry; no cloak and dagger," he answered. "Why are you doing this? Clearly you aren't doing it for the power or the money. I want to know why?" "You know what it is like when you see a woman totally given over to passion and fulfillment, right? I'm not a jealous man. I want to share that. I have a day job, two beautiful women, and enough money to make my life comfortable. I'm a lucky guy. If I can make other people happy too, why shouldn't I?" he explained. "You make it sound so noble," Lorna mocked him. Damien didn't look offended. "Call it karma if you like. Life has been good to me, so I'm paying that forward. One day maybe you will feel like doing the same to someone else who needs it. You never know." "So, do you think you will hear from me again?" she asked. "Yes," he stated with absolute confidence. That annoyed Lorna to no end. "What makes you so sure?" she said angrily. "You are finally sleeping with your husband again," Damien stated as if it was obvious. "How did you ... how did you know that I knew?" she gasped. "You picked him once before, and he picked you. When we gave you both the chance make those choices again, you did." "Does he know?" she wondered. "I think so. I think he accepts that it is better to have you as his masked whore who will give of herself freely and have to accept that he will share you with other men than to lose you completely to resentment and anger. Those are my thoughts on the matter anyway. I could be wrong. My advice is that you not break the illusion. It is working well for both of you." "You are a bastard," she sighed with a chuckle. "I seem to get that a lot from you," he grinned. He stood up. "I have to go now. Yours was the first of many stops I have to make today. I hope you call." "I hope I do to," she whispered once he'd left the room. She found herself holding her mask in her hands. She wasn't trembling anymore. In fact, the main thing on Lady Domino's mind was what pattern she would be wearing tonight.