0 comments/ 38027 views/ 0 favorites Mirror, Mirror Ch. 02 By: mirrorman I was on a high. My 2-way mirror allowed me to see everything, Steve and Jane were probably still fucking in the Bridal Suite, but I was now in the bar with my wife Karen trying to make small talk with the other guests. Karen kept asking me questions but I was miles away, well no more than 100 feet anyway. When she asked me a second time I had to dispel the thoughts of what I had seen recently and try and answer her. God was I horny. Karen sensed that I wasn’t on the same planet as her and she asked me what was wrong, I made some excuse and re-filled my pint glass. The evening dragged on but my thoughts kept me happy and my cock permanently hard. It was a good job I didn’t have to move from my bar stool. Finally the last of the guests left the bar area and I almost pounced on Karen. ‘Come on let me take you to bed.’ I said ‘Feeling horny are we.’ ‘Fucking right I am.’ Fortunately Karen was in the mood tonight and quickly we ran up the stairs. I was stripped and ready for action almost before the door closed. Karen was shocked. ‘A little keen aren’t we?’ I replied by embracing her and kissing her, my hands unbuttoned her blouse and quickly unhooked her bra. They fell to the floor. My mouth immediately went to her breasts. Considering we had been together for 12 years, she had kept her figure and exercised regularly, her 36 C breasts were still firm and topped by a set of nipples that extended to a good half inch when she was aroused. They were. I was like a child feeding on his mother’ milk. I had always enjoyed licking, sucking and gently nibbling on Karen’ nipples and tonight was no exception. She enjoyed it as well, as she responded to my mouths exertions. ‘Mmmmmm.’ She groaned. After a couple of minutes I moved my hands to her waist and unbuttoned her skirt and released the zip. Karen moved her hips and her skirt fell to the floor. The kinky bitch didn’t have any panties on. I laid her on the bed and let my tongue lick her from her breasts down across her stomach and into her neatly shaved bush. She kept it nicely trimmed with just a thin line above her clit, I liked it like that. My tongue started to lick over her outer lips, searching for the delights that were still hidden. I licked up and down those outer lips, slowly but surely they started to open and my tongue could access the sweet taste of her cunt. I let my tongue slide up and down, pushing my tongue inside slowly driving her wild. My hand joined in and started to slowly massage her clit. Karen was getting wetter and wetter, I switched the point of attack. My tongue now licking her clit and my index finger sought her opening and slowly I inserted my finger to the first knuckle. She felt deliciously tight and as I started to finger fuck her more of my finger disappeared, until it was completely inserted. As I pulled it out I added a second finger, it too disappeared and a third joined it. Karen was groaning ‘Fuck me, fuck me harder.’ I had to oblige, my fingers were fucking her harder and faster and my tongue was flicking across her clitoris with equal gusto. Karen’s orgasm was approaching fast. Her hands clutched at the quilt and she screamed as her orgasm hit her. ‘Ahhhhhhhh. Oh god that feels good. Uhhhhhhhhhh’ Simultaneously her legs, which had worked their way over both my shoulders, gripped my head tightly. This was a powerful orgasm and I kept up the pace with my tongue on her clit. My fingers acted like a cock and were now pushing into her harder. Her cunt was gripping my fingers as the contractions eased off. Slowly Karen relaxed as her orgasm tailed off. ‘Fuck me that was good one.’ She said. I kissed her on the lips, she could taste herself. I was rock hard and desperate to fuck her and I didn’t waste any time on formalities. I put the tip of my cock at the opening of her cunt and pushed forward. It was like a knife through butter. One push and my eight inches were fully in. ‘Ahhh that’s good.’ Karen gasped My balls slapped against her arse. I stayed still for a couple of seconds enjoying the feeling. ‘Right bitch, it’s my time now.’ I liked to talk dirty to her occasionally and now was definitely one of those occasions. I started to thrust into her with a series of slow movements. I looked down on Karen, she was bathed in a fine coating of sweat now and her pussy was streaming. ‘That nice, bitch. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week!’ I said. My movements had quickened considerably and I could already feel the first feelings of my impending orgasm. I pulled out of her. Karen gasped ‘What the….’ I cut her off ‘Get on top bitch.’ She did. She placed my cock at the opening of her cunt and slowly slid down on it. Ecstasy. I love the feeling of a juicy cunt sliding down my pole. Karen leaned forward and kissed me as she started to move up and down on my cock. Next to doggy fashion, Karen on top is my favourite position and boy does she know how to move. I let Karen do most of the work as she bounced up and down on my cock, but I was getting closer to spewing my load inside her pussy. As Karen started to move down, I started to thrust up increasing the sensations building in my loins. ‘I’m coming.’ I screamed ‘So am I’ Karen grunted. And as Karen came down, the tingling feeling in my balls signalled that my seed was shooting out of my cock and into her pussy. Even after unloading my balls earlier in the day, I still managed a creditable outpouring. Five or six quality squirts pumped into Karen’s cunt. Karen ground her pussy onto my cock and flopped onto me kissing me urgently. Our orgasms subsided together. ‘Wow that was fucking ace.’ Karen said ‘You were so hard tonight, what turned you on so much.’ I stated the obvious, ‘You did.’ We cuddled each other and fell asleep. My dreams were filled with beautiful woman fucking in front of a mirror. Can’t think why. The next day Karen decided to go shopping. I learnt a long time ago not to go with her as she goes from shop to shop and then back to the first one where she starts again. So anyway Karen left at about 10am and I wasn’t expecting her back before about 3pm. Curiosity got the better of me and within 5 minutes I had removed the panel in the wardrobe and was again looking through the window. I must have been a couple of minutes too late as Jane was climbing off Steve’s now limp cock. She kissed him and disappeared into the bathroom. 5 minutes later she reappeared in a towel and Steve took her place. I felt frustrated as I had missed the show. Never mind I thought there is always tonight, then I realised they were leaving this afternoon and I would have to wait until next week when another couple was due to stop. The rest of the week dragged on until Saturday cam and the next couple arrived. Anne and James checked in at around 4pm. They were a couple aged about 35 each, Anne was carrying a little weight but she still looked good, large breasts and hips that were made for grabbing while you fucked her from behind were her best features. James was a 5 foot 6 inch bloke built like a brick shithouse, short, stocky and even his muscles had muscles. They immediately went up to their rooms, I thought I would give them 5 minutes alone before I went to spy on them but before I left the bar they returned and joined Karen and me in the bar. It turned out that they had been married for 10 years and they had had their marriage blessed as they retook their marriage vows. I hid my disappointment and we chatted away for a couple of hours before Anne said she was off to bed. James immediately downed his drink and joined her. I waited 5 minutes and said to Karen that I was tired and was going to have an early night. Karen said goodnight and indicated that she would stay behind and look after the bar for a couple of hours. I quickly made my way to my room and was sat on my stool staring into the bridal suite. What I saw surprised me. Lying prone on the bed was James. He was blindfolded and tied to the four corners of the bed. He was hard, his dick must have been a good 7 inches long but it was the width that surprised me, it must have been 3 inches wide at the base with a big fat helmet topping it off. Anne was nowhere to be seen. James lay there for 10 minutes without moving a muscle. His fat dick stayed hard throughout that time. Then Anne appeared from the bathroom wearing a leather corset which really pulled her waist in and had the effect of making her large tits look absolutely massive. I developed a hard on within seconds and quickly stripped hoping for some hard core action. She immediately climbed onto the bed and started whispering something into James ears. I couldn’t hear a thing but James cock started to visibly throb. Anne picked up a cat of nine tails whip that she had hidden on the other side of James. She let the tails of the whip slide across James body from his shoulders down across his stomach, erect cock and over his legs. James appeared to shiver on the bed. Crack went the whip as Anne whipped James across the chest. James moaned quietly. Surprisingly he didn’t seem to be in pain, in fact it looked to me like he had enjoyed it. Crack. Again Anne had whipped James across the chest, this time I could see red marks on his chest where the tails had hit his chest. James cock looked as if it had got harder, it was now solid and seemed to be stuck in the air. Anne had noticed as well and again slid the tails across his cock and balls. Ever so lightly she whipped his cock, it didn’t look hard but I certainly wouldn’t have liked it, but I wasn’t James. He was moaning now not in pain but in sexual satisfaction. Anne straddled his head and told him to lick her or she would whip again. James did as he was told. Anne continued sliding the tails across his cock, stomach and chest. Occasionally she would whip him softly and told him not to stop licking her By now my cock was hard and I had started to gently stroke it. Anne was starting to feel the effects of James licking and her head flopped back as she orgasmed. She threw the whip onto the floor and immediately sat on his stiff cock. It slid straight into her like a knife through butter. She was possessed, she started with an urgent need bouncing up and down on his cock as if their was no tomorrow. I matched her movements with my hand, it didn’t take me long to come to the boil. James face indicated that he was in the same boat. I heard him grunt and Anne sat on his cock as she shouted ‘Yes baby, fill me with your come.’ After a few seconds Anne started to slowly bounce on James cock, but James was spent. Anne lifted herself off him, a great blob of James seed plopped out of her cunt with his softening cock. It was too much for me I came all over my hand. Cleaning myself up I thought to myself that I had been lucky so far to catch two couples fucking in as many weeks. I had my memories of these events but wouldn’t it be nice to record them such that I could relive them in the future…………….. Mirror, Mirror Ch. 02 Kelly wakes up from a restless sleep, her thoughts immediately return to the previous evenings festivities. Her party was a hit, like always, but thats not what she's thinking about as she looks into her full length mirror, her Magic mirror, she reminds herself. She sits up on her bed and gazes at her naked body, her hands reaching up to cup her breasts before ruffling her hair. She laughs outloud before flopping back on her big king size four poster bed. "Janna is in store for a big surprize. I wonder what her reaction will be?" Kelly asks herself. She climbs out of bed and takes her morning shower. Her thoughts continue to return to the previous night, after the party. Feeling the need for release, she removes the shower head and sprays it on her clit, just like Janna did the night before. Kelly's orgasm is intense as the water sprays on just the right spot. Janna hears a noise from the room on the other side of hers knowing that Kelly must be up already and taking her shower. If she only knew how badly I want her, Janna thought to herself. She looks at the clock on the nightstand with sleepy eyes and a bit of a hangover. "God, I'm glad I took a shower last night" Janna tells the walls. She lazilly gets out of bed and looks at herself in the full lenght mirror. Her thoughts returning to Kelly's party the previous night. She was hoping that the 'winner' of Kellys special evening would've been her and another. Male or female, Janna didnt care. Janna walks to the bathroom and brushes her teeth before brushing her long blonde hair. She had promised to watch Kelly's Bed and Breakfast Manor while Kelly went to a conference for a couple of days. Janna was looking forward to having something to do, just to help take her mind off of her recent breakup. She gets dressed and waits for Kelly downstairs in the kitchen. Kelly finishes her shower and walks out of her bathroom, a towel is wrapped around her head like a turban. Just before entering her walk in closet, she catches a glimpse of Janna on the other side of the mirror. She watches her as she looks at herself in the mirror, once again wanting to climb through and press her lips against hers. "There'll be plenty of time for that later" Kelly tells her reflection as she watches Janna turn and get dressed. Kelly hurries to get dressed herself so that she can tell Janna what she needs to do in her absence. "Good Morning Janna" Kelly says as she walks down the stairs. "Hey, good morning yourself. Sleep good?" she asks in reply. "Sure did. Was quite the evening wasnt it?" "Yah it really was, I had a great time. And thanks for letting me be the first to break in the new room" says Janna. "It was my pleasure!" said Kelly with a twinkle in her eye. Janna noticed it immediately. "Whats THAT mean?" she asked Kelly. "What? Huh??" Kelly stammers. "What are you talking about?" "I see it in your eyes. You had SEX last night and I wasnt invited?" Janna says with a laugh. "Well, actually, Yes, I did have sex, but it was solo. Of a sort" Kelly mischeviously tells her longtime friend. "Oh, one of those nights. Was it someone at the party that got you so horny?" Janna asks innocently. "Um, yes. I didnt expect it to happen, but they really got me going last night, and, well, like they say. If it feels good do it". They both laugh as each one searches the others eyes. Each one wanting to confess to the other about what turned them on last night. "Well truth be told. I had sex last night too. Solo as well. I was hoping that another person might share my bed last night, but it didnt happen." said Janna. Kelly needed to tell Janna the truth about the special room and that she did delibrately fix the contest so that Janna would be the winner. "Um Janna, there's something I need to show you. Especially if your going to watch the house for me while I'm away." She takes Janna by the hand and leads her back up the stairs. "You remember that I told you I had some builders come last month and make some additions?" Kelly asked. "Yah, sure do. They place looks wonderful. And that special room is so big. I loved the four poster bed. Too bad I was the only one in it" Janna replied. "Yes, well. There's something else I need to show you, especially as you'll have to sleep in my room for the next few nights." Kelly continues. "I've got a young couple coming in from out of town for two nights and I want you to show them around. Ya know, make them comfortable and all." "Sure thing sis" Janna confirms. Even though Kelly and Janna are not sisters, they've always had that kind of bond. Able to talk to each other about anything and everything. "You know thats why I came here. I'm always there to help" Janna continues. "I know, and I apprecatiate it loads too. There's just something I have to share with you though" said Kelly. She continues to lead Janna up the grand staircase. The new carpet was obvious and added a certain luxury to the house. Janna was calculating the costs in her head and was amazed at all the new furnishings since her last visit. "Kel? Where did you get all the money to make these changes?" Janna asked. "I took out a loan and I'm in debt up to my ass. But I really wanna make this work. I just love this house and I'd hate to lose it." Kelly responds. "You'll make it work, you always do" Janna says encouragingly. "So whats so important that you have to show me?" "It's about last night. I, um, well you'll just have to see for yourself" Kelly says. "I want you to see the master suite" They walk into the master suite and Kelly waits for Janna's reaction. "Wow, it's beautiful. You really have a nice bedroom. I get to sleep here the next few nights?" Janna asks excitedly. "Yes. Please do. But there's something else I wanted you to see." Kelly says as she points towards the full length mirror. "Oh, nice. I saw that you put one in the special room as well" says Janna. "Yes, but this is no ordinary mirror, Janna. It's my magic mirror" says Kelly with an expectant look at Janna. "Magic? What do you mean?" "I told you that there was someone that got me excited last night. More than I ever thought possible." said Kelly. "Yah, so who was it?" "Let me show you something. Stay right here Janna and keep looking into the mirror." With that, Kelly left the bedroom and walked into the guest suite. She turned on the light knowing that Janna could see everything. She walked upto the mirror in the guest suite and gave the reflection a waive. "Oh My God!" came a shout from the other side of the mirror. "You little bitch" said Janna laughingly. As Kelly walked back into the master suite, Janna looked at her and said, "So THATS what you were talking about." The realization that Kelly was watching Janna pleasure herself the previous night made Janna instantly wet and longing to be touched. She approached Kelly and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, then Kelly kissed Janna back, harder and with a greater intensity than either of them thought possible. "You know I've always wanted you Kel." said Janna hungrily. "And you can have me. Just not now. I've gotta get to the airport before my flight leaves. But when I come back, we can party then" She pats Janna's cheek tenderly, giving her another kiss before leaving for the airport. On her way out she gives Janna a few instructions on how to check guests in, how to use the credit card machine and when to expect the delivery man. Left on her own, Janna's mind returns to the previous evening. Her excitement grows knowing that Kelly actually watched her in the two way mirror. "I wish you'd have done more than watch Kelly" Janna says to herself. As the day goes on, Janna answers phones, makes reservations for other guests and awaits the arrival of the young couple that Kelly had mentioned previously. "Hi. Is Kelly here?" asks the dark haired man walking in with a load of boxes and crates. "No, shes at a conference for a few days" said Janna. "Can I help you?" she asks politely. "My names Kaz. I'm just here delivering these fruits for her" he says giving Janna his best smile. "Oh, yes, she mentioned that I should be expecting a delivery boy. I wasnt expecting such a handsome man" she says with an obviously flirting tone. Janna was still horny after finding out about Kelly's surprise that morning and was looking for some sex. This Kaz is certainly attractive enough, she thinks to herself. Kaz was amazed at Janna's good looks. Her tight tee shirt formed around her supple breasts. Her long blonde hair is just above mid back. All in all, a very attractive woman he thinks silently. "Um, thanks. Where do you want me to put these?" he says. "In the kitchen I think". Janna leads Kaz into the huge kitchen. Pots and pans hang from hooks and Kaz has to duck out of the way. The smell of fresh baked bread fills the kitchen. He notices the built in double ovens are both in use. "Emmm, that smells good" Kaz says. "Thanks. Kelly left directions on her counter for biscuits and buns. I guess it's an old family recipe" replies Janna. "I guess you can leave the crates here, next to the refridgerator." Kaz bends over to leave the crates and Janna takes a long hard look at his ass. Very nice!, she thinks to herself. She places a hand on his back in an obvious jesture to gain his affections. Her loins ache with a desire to be touched, to be pleased by anothers hands. Her own self satisfaction isn't enough anymore. Kaz looks over his should as Janna touches his back, wondering at first if he was doing something wrong before he saw the look of lust in her eyes. Without saying a word be stands, taking Janna by the shoulders and pulls her close to kiss her. Their lips part as their tongues begin a playful dance with each other. Their bodies begin to take control of their actions. His hand releases her shoulders and moves around to touch her breasts. Her hands move down to his crotch, feeling the swelling in his pants. He walks her to the big countertop, ever so slowly they move until her hips touch the hard wood surface. He pauses to kiss her deeply, his hands moving under her tee shirt and expertly unhooks her bra. He messages them for a moment before helping her remove it completely. She reachs to her own pants and unbuttons her jeans, sliding them off her shapely hips. They slide off easliy and she kicks them to a corner of the kitchen. He lifts her up on the countertop and begins to suck and bite on her nipples. Her arms reach around his head as the sensations of his touch send shivers down her spine. She can feel her wetness ooze down her inner thighs as his hands work up to touch her now wet pussy. He reaches down to his jeans and drops them to the floor. His cock springs out and Janna gives out a small gasp at the site of his throbbing member. She lays flat on the countertop and begins to suck on his manhood, her feet dangling off the opposite edge. Kaz gazes at her shapely ass. How perfect he thinks as his hands reach and squeeze it. His moans give her encouragement, letting her know that she's doing a good job. He reaches between the crack of her ass and feels her slick juices before sliding a finger in. Happy to have a cock to suck on, Janna increases her efforts, trying to make this handsome stranger cum. His groans become louder as he gets closer to exploding in her mouth. He pulls his hands off her beautiful ass and grabs Janna by the hair, guiding her head up and down, up and down. He wants to cum, but wants to fuck her even more. Kaz gives Janna a slight tug on her hair giving her the signal to stop. He then tells her to roll over onto her back. Janna complies and feels his hands on her knees, spreading them and pulling her closer to the edge of the countertop before he dives into her soaking wet pussy. He's an expert Janna thinks as she lies back and enjoys the sensations of having a soft wet tongue on her pussy once again. It's been too long she agains tells herself. "Oh babe, that feels so good" giving him encouragement. "Dont stop. Dont ever stop" she here's herself say aloud. Kaz continues to lick and suck on Janna's clit, giving her the pleasure that she's been craving. She begins to grind herself into him. Janna's body becomes wet with sweat and she begins to slide back and forth on the counter top. Her pleasure builds as she nears an earth shattering orgasm. "Oh, yes. Oh God. Oh My God" she screams outloud, arching her back in an effort to have his tongue probe her even deeper. "I can't believe how fast I came" she says with some amount of embarrasment. "Yah, you were pretty fast" Kaz says, unsure if he should continue. "I probably should get back to my deliveries" he adds. "Not yet mister!" Janna demands. "I'm not done with you yet" She takes his hand, places it on her breast and kisses him ahain. Her hands reach down and stroke his cock, making him harder than he was previously. It may have been a while since she's had a cock, but shes not forgotten what to do with it. "I want you to fuck me good" she commands. Kaz takes Janna and bends her over the counter top, his cock moving in behind her. He slowly slides his cock into her waiting pussy and Janna lets out a low moan of satisfaction. Kaz tries to make it last, but her pussy is so wet and so smooth, he can only control himself for a brief time. Kaz quickens his pace, each stroke is harder and faster then the last one. Each stroke makes Janna moan louder. It feels good to have a cock inside me again, she thinks. His pace quickens. His hands holding her waist tighter, trying to push himself as deep as possible. With a final push, Kaz explodes his cum deep within her. The remaining fluids seeping down her thigh. Just at that moment, Janna hears the bell at the front desk. "Oh, shit! I almost forgot I working" she says with a laugh. She quickly gets dressed, leaving Kaz to show himself out and warmly greets the young couple. "Are you checking in?" Janna asks them. "Yes. We've been on the road a long time and would like to get our room as quickly as possible" says the young man. Janna noticed the young womans face become flush with excitement. She knew what they had planned and she was as excited as they. Janna showed the couple to the guest suite explaining all the rooms amenities and delibrately pointing out the full length mirror. The young woman looked at herself in the mirror and gave the man a quick wink. Janna politely excused herself and closed the door behind her, then rushed to the master suite so she could watch. end chapter 2. Mirror, Mirror Ch. 02 My dress ceases its silken whisper as I stop in front of the door leading to the tower room. Carved and dark, the wooden door is old, as old as the castle itself, and like the castle, it knew happier times. The hunting scene carved out as decoration changed under the strange shadowing of the blood symbols my step-mother, the Queen, had drawn unevenly across the grainy surface. Wooden huntsmen once rode happily through a stylized forest, but now stare out with evil eyes, keeping a tortured grip on their skeletal horses. Hooves crushed down on skulls and bony reaching hands. I wrap my sleeve cuff around my knuckles and slowly reach out to knock on the door. The wood feels too yielding under my hand, warm with some putrid heat, and the sound is muffled, as if I rapped on flesh. As fast as reflex, I withdraw my hand and wait for long moments, rubbing my hand against my dress. A quiet click comes from the direction of the lock, and then the stealthy sound of the bar sliding back. The door cracks open, enough for me to slip inside, my skin shrinking away from the wood. I never know if she's inside waiting for me. Sometimes, the door opens on its own. The circular room stretches away into dimness. I know only thirty steps straight across the stone floor is the window, covered now by a thick velvet curtain. Even knowing the distance -- for this had been my bedroom for many years before my step-mother, and ever after -- it looks farther, stranger, more intimidating. There is very little furniture remaining here now. A simple chest, where I keep my clothes -- I have nothing else -- and a rough bed. The mattress is old straw and the bedding is rough sack. I think she took it from one of the maids. To her, the most important detail about the bed is that it has sturdy posts. "The bitch is coming, and we both will have work to do." A deep male voice prompts me to action, and I scurry to the bed, my legs full of panicked energy. She's not here yet, but she will be soon. I rush past, but I spare the hand mirror lying on the dresser a look. The white blur of his face is visible; no time for details. I scramble to assume my position by the bed before I hear her at the door. Fear steals my breath as I make adjustments to my body, knowing perfection is the only defense against punishment. My fingers tremble and everything clenches. All the blood rushes to my cunt, and quim slides down my thighs. "Faster," the voice from the mirror urges. I stand facing the low bed and bend over as far as I can, pressing my face into the coarse fabric. Quick and urgent hands hike my dress up above my bare ass. She does not permit obstacles or barriers, so there are no undergarments to pool around my ankles. My fingers spread open my pussy, holding it open for the coming inspection. I have one moment to struggle against the temptation to brush my clit before there's a noise at the door. The lock clicks, the bar slides back, and the ancient wood slams against the stone walls. "Did you miss me, you stupid girl?" she purrs. I know better than to answer. Her sharp heels click against the floor, and I can hear the swish of her gown as she crosses the floor. She stops right behind me, her dress brushing against the bare skin of my calves. The sharp musk of her smell winds up off the floor to curl like smoke into my nose. The air becomes thick with desire, as if lust could be a wet humidity hanging in the air. I try to breathe gently, softly, to avoid pulling her magic inside me. The sharp sensation of her nail dragging up the back of my thigh makes me jump, and a quiet whine of fear escapes me. I pull in a quick gasp of the air, and take in her spell, the insinuating feeling of warmth spreading up my body, centering in my nipples and my clit in tight, hot eddies. The edge of her nail digs into the shivering skin under the roundness of my ass, and I raise myself up higher, exposing myself further. Its a struggle to pin down the slick and swollen lips of my pussy, to keep them splayed open. "I can see you're ready to have a lovely time. But-" she touches me, stroking my pussy with deceptive gentleness, checking to see I am still intact and unviolated "- see you don't forget yourself and break the rules." There is a short pause while she withdraws her hand, and wipes my cum on my ass. "Will she please you at all, my dear?" I can tell from the sound of her voice she has turned her head to speak to the mirror. "She cries, she begs, she whines." Mirror's voice is hard, bored and dismissive. I'm forcibly reminded they are mother and son. "She only comes out of fear of you." He laughs, cruel and cold. "Find me something else, mother. Something more fun." "She bores you?" The hand digs with fierce rage into my ass, marking my flesh with intent. "Are you not trying hard enough to please, you ungrateful little whore?" I twitched, trying hard not to flinch, tighten my muscles or pull away. Such things are disrespectful. Worse marks have decorated my body than the bloody crescents left by her claws. "She tries hard enough," comes his voice. I can tell he's trying hard to manage his tone, to navigate between the jagged rocks of her displeasure. On one side, if I have not tried hard enough to follow her orders, she will be enraged. If he is too pleased -- or if she thinks any pleasure I might receive is unalloyed with pain and humiliation, she will separate us. Or worse, use our bond against us. "She's naturally stupid and ungifted. It's expecting a mule to fly, or a dog to speak." "But her enthusiasm is memorable, is it not?" "I suppose," comes the skeptical drawl. "Do I detect a hint-" she slaps my ass cheek, hard and stinging, "-ingratitude, my son?" Her voice whips through the room. Glass creaks. "No, mother," he hastens to add, all arrogance gone from his tone. "No." "Excellent." Her voice falls back into bored pleasantry, with just an edge, a tiny burr, of her predatory nature underneath. "I'll leave you to it, then." Silk rustles as she turns to the door, full skirts dragging the floor. Tiny muscles in my back and neck relax. Feet ease into the floor. Her hand tangles in my hair, pulls tight before I can react, and wrenches me upright. Hot breath plays at my ear, her teeth nipping at my lobe. "Try harder, slut." Blinding pain bursts through my head, and the darkness swallows me whole.