0 comments/ 39455 views/ 6 favorites Possession Ch. 01 By: IM4U2003 Looking out of the second story picture window, Eric Latham spied the rays of the early morning sun starting to peek over the jagged tops of the Catalina mountains. Scent of lilacs and jasmine came wafting in from the small side window. He glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping form of his half-clad wife lying on the top of the bed sheets. She was still so beautiful, he thought, and the gray highlights only accented the flow of her long hair. With a sigh, he turned his eyes back upon the expanse of the flower garden that seemingly spread its way toward the base of the foothills. It was hard to imagine that such colorful variety could bloom so well in the Arizona heat, but with a smile at the thought, he realized there was more magic here than just the flowers blooming in this heat. As he continued to peer out of the huge window, he was constantly aware of his wife’s soft breathing as she continued to sleep. He was so in love with her it was hard to put in words, even in his own mind. It would be impossible to try and describe the depth of his love if someone where to ask him to explain it. As his thoughts moved from one line of thought to the next, he found himself getting slightly aroused at the thought of just how sexy she was. Inwardly he smiled. Boy, did they both come a long ways. Moving over to take a seat in their wooden rocker that was situated in front of the window, Eric sat down and allowed his mind to continue with the thoughts of their personal growth. It was so hard to imagine that their lives changed so dramatically all those years ago. It was certainly nothing that they had planned, or for that matter could have even dreamed of. As his thoughts continued to pursue the history that had brought him to this point in life, the familiar and comforting feeling made itself known. He was only wearing his robe, and as he relaxed in the rocking chair, the ties of his robe fell to the side, seemingly by themselves. With a smile, he relaxed against the back of his chair as his “mistress” started her subtle administrations that he had grown to love so well. He glanced again to the bed to make certain his wife was undisturbed as the warmth of his “mistress’” mouth started to do its work upon his rising member. Oh, the pleasures that he had received all down the years. ************** “Come on, honey, you know we need this.” Eric said to his wife on the other end of the line. She had worked so hard at the hospital, and neither one of them had taken a vacation in the five years since they had been married. In fact, he thought to himself, the last real vacation had been their honeymoon. “Besides, babe, I just thought of it. The last time we really had any time to ourselves was on our honeymoon. It’s not like you don’t have the time.” He implored. “I know, sweetheart,” Chrissy replied, “I am getting tired and I know we need the break, are you sure we could afford it right now?” Eric knew she was concerned about the mortgage on their new home, but she, always the frugal one, had forgotten about the savings that they had inherited from his aunt’s estate. They were more than taken care of. “Hon, you know that we don’t have anything to worry about. We need the time. You know we do. We need to be able to spend some time, just you and I, without any major interference. Besides, I’ve already spoken to Roy and he has agreed to take my accounts for three or four weeks.” Eric, was a junior partner in an advertising firm, one that he helped put on the map with national slogan, so as far as time off was concerned, he also had it coming. “Okay, Eric, if Roy has already agreed, it’s fine with me. Just let me talk to the supervisor before I get home. I’ll see you then, babe, I have to get going.” “Bye, hon, see you in a few.” And with a smile of accomplishment, he hung up the phone. ************** A week later they were speeding down I-10 from Phoenix, on their way to El Paso, Texas, or at least in that general area. “Honey,” Chrissy said, with a little mischief in her voice, “this has been a long time coming. I’m sooo glad you finally persuaded me to do this.” As she said this, she laid her head upon his shoulder and allowed her right hand to fall at his lap. He quickly glanced at his wife with a smile. “With you hand right where it is,” he said, “I’m wondering what it is your glad about?” As her hand slowly traced little circles on his bare leg, she replied, “Why, you know, the time we have together. It’s been soooo loonnng.” Just as she knew would happen, Eric’s short pants started to stretch a bit at the crotch. Noticing this, she giggled. “My, my, what do we have here.” She reached for his zipper and slowly let it down. “Whooaa, wait a second there, babe,” he gasped, “if you’re trying to prove you have the touch, believe me you do, but I don’t know if playing with junior is such a great idea. Hon, we’re going seventy five miles an hour.” “Ahh, honey, don’t worry, I’ll leave the driving to you!” she gleefully said as she reached in and pulled his cock from its enclosure. “My, my, my, but I do believe ‘junior’ wants to play.” She continued to watch as she gently entwined his growing cock with her thumb and forefinger. It always fascinated her how his genitals reacted to her gentle touch. She couldn’t really reach his balls, because of the way he was sitting, but the shape of his circumcised penis fascinated her. She loved stroking him and watching him get so hard. She didn’t know if he was average or big, compared to other guys, but she knew that his eight inches of hardness filled her up, very satisfactorily, thank you. “Ooohhhh, baby, you’d better be careful or you might have a mess on your hands. Especially if you keep doing that!” Eric stammered. “Ummm,” she just said, smiling at him, oh so wickedly, he thought. She loved to tease him so. She went from stroking him to putting her hand around as much of his cock as she could and gently squeezing him. She knew he liked that. “Well,” she said, “we certainly don’t want a mess in the car. Especially, since you’re driving, so, I think I have an idea.” With her hand still gripping his cock, she leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek and in the next instant; she bent down and put her mouth over the head of his prick. You would have thought that he’d been shot. “Yooooooaa, my god, honey, god, I almost came right then and there.” He cried. Going down on him was something that she just didn’t do that often. Once in a great while, in fact. When he realized what she had done, it was almost instantly too much. “Ooooohhhh, you know what that does to me. I don’t know if I can hold out much longer. Do you wan—want me-e to pull over?” “Ummmfffmhhh,” she mumbled around a mouthful of cock. She reached up and hit him in the chest and waved ahead to the road. “Oh, geez, honey, I’m going to cum. God, I’m going to cum, if you don’t stop!” He could feel the tightness in his balls. The feeling of her warm mouth and the way her tongue was caressing the underside of his cock made him feel the sensitivity way back behind his balls. He was gripping the steering wheel so tight, that his knuckles where turning white. All he could think of was that it was a good thing he had the cruise control on and traffic on the interstate was light this early in the morning. He didn’t want to cum yet, but, on the other hand, he wanted to so bad. His wife’s sucking was so hot, so fantastic. So unexpected. The noises she was making with her mouth weren’t helping his stamina any either. Her moaning was vibrating his prick in a way that it had never felt before. Then, when he least expected it, her caresses to his leg ceased and she slowly scraped her fingernails towards his pant-encased balls. When her hand cupped him between his legs, he felt his face flush and his legs tighten. “Ooohhhhhhhh, goooddddddddd, honeeeeeyyyyy, I’mmmm cummmminggg!!!” And with a final grunt his gut spasmed and he felt his cock heat and the sensation of overwhelming release as his jism gushed forward into his wife’s hot, sucking mouth. “AAAAAAhhhhhggggggg.” Was all that he could get out. Chrissy didn’t let up. Even though she didn’t have his whole cock in her mouth, her tongue worked to get every drop. And she wasn’t just sucking, oh no; her tongue was working a mile a minute also. He wanted so bad to just look down and watch, but he was having enough trouble keeping the car under control. ‘Oh god,’ he thought, ‘where did she learn that?’ Finally, as sensitivity returned, he had to tell her to stop. She arose from her position with a smile on her face, and as he stared at her, his mind caught the fact that there wasn’t even a drop of his cum on her lips. “God, hon,” he barely stammered, “What got into you? That was awesome!” She was breathing rather heavy when she replied, “Liked it did you? God, I’m so hot I could jump you right now. Babe, I don’t know what has gotten into me, but geez, I want you so bad.” She leaned back in her seat, and looked over at Eric, while she pulled the leg of her white shorts aside and ran her finger through the little triangle of hair between her legs. “I am soooo very hot. I am so wet and horny right now, we may have to cut our jaunt a little short just so you can help me out here.” Then she raised her finger slowly to her mouth and exaggerated a sucking motion on her finger. Eric could not believe what he was seeing. Thinking quickly to himself, he wondered what had come over her as she continued to probe at her exposed pussy. Not that their sex life was bad, on the contrary, it was fairly good. Maybe not super, but she always took care of him and he thought he took care of her. They just had not been real adventurous. Maybe, due to their upbringing, he wasn't sure. After all, he was no psychiatrist. But this, this was so totally not her. “Jesus, Eric, we’re going to have to pull over,” she said, her breathing becoming deeper and more pronounced. Eric looked over at her and even though he had just come, he could feel the blood rushing to his member again. She was certainly hot, and with her hand between her legs and her chest heaving, man, he could even see her nipples poking through her white T-shirt that she had on. Yes, indeed, she was very, very hot indeed. She was starting to moan and grind her hips against her fingers. Eric could see the glistening wetness from between her thighs. One thing was for certain; she could really get wet. He started to lick his lips, his mind imagining going down on her. Just like her going down on him, she had always been reluctant to allow him to go down on her. She couldn’t quite get the idea that it was dirty out of her mind. Being as young as they were, she just didn’t understand the need that some men have with being face to face with such a lovely sight. Eric, on the other hand, had no preconceived notions about muff diving being dirty. To him that was an erotic part of making love. There was nothing greater than trying to pleasure your partner with your mouth, as she was pleasuring you. Eric reached over with his right hand and inserted a finger just inside the folds of her lips and felt the flow of wetness. Chrissy let out a moan and tried to raise herself to meet his fingers. She grabbed his hand and helped him rub the wetness at her pussy lips. “Geez, honey, please, put your finger in me,” she cried. “I’ve got to feel you in me. Please!” Eric, found that little button that he knew would drive her even more crazy and pressed his slick against it, sliding back and forth until her legs started quivering. “Ohhh, please don’t stop. Oh god, that feels, ahhhhh, soo good. Oh geez, hon, oh geez I’m going to cum.” She had put her hand underneath her blouse and was pinching her nipples as Eric continued his ministrations. But as he continued to finger her clit, she started squeezing and pinching and pulling her erect nipples with both hands, gyrating her hips, trying to force her pussy harder on his finger. Finally, her breathing coming is heavy gasps, Eric, pinched her clit between his thumb and finger and she let loose. Her body started to shake and her legs clenched his hand and she continued moaning as wave after wave of her orgasm rippled through her body. “Shit, oh shit, oh god that feels so good. Oh god, I’m in heaven, oh Eric that feels so good.” She sobbed, gasping as the final waves of her orgasm rushed through her. Eric removed his hand and brought it to his nose with a mischievous smile on his face. “Ummmm, so good,” was all he said. “Oh, Eric, I do love you so much,” she sighed as she leaned over and kissed him on his cheek. “But I still think we need to find a place to stay for the night.” Just as she finished saying that, they spied a billboard with advertisement that read, “Catalina Manor Bed and Breakfast nestled in the foothills of the Catalina Mountains. Your home away from home. Rekindle the love. No reservations needed. Next exit.” “Man, Eric, what a coincidence, let’s just stop there and spend the night. I know we haven’t traveled very far, but I don’t care. We wanted to get away and that sounds so lovely.” Chrissy was almost pleading. She must be really hot, Eric thought to himself. “You bet, hon, it’s alright with me,” and with that they took the exit and headed to the Manor. ************** When the ad said that it was nestled at the base of the foothill, it certainly wasn’t exaggerating. It couldn’t have been more secluded if it had wanted to be. But as they drove up the winding road, they felt an inner excitement the closer they got. Soon, all signs of civilization were behind them and beautiful desert flowers all in bloom and spiny cactus and palo verde plants surrounded them. The aromas that drifted into the car were almost intoxicating. They just looked at each other and smiled. “This is so right.” Eric stated, matter-of-factly. “Yes, hon, I do agree.” His wife intoned. Then, from out of the colors rose a beautiful, two-story, white Victorian house. Its pristine appearance almost took their breath away. It was absolutely beautiful to behold. There was a circular drive that pulled right in front with flowers lining the way. It was hard to imagine all the flowers that were in view. It almost seemed unreal. All around was desert, dry, sparse and bare; and right in the middle stood this near perfect oasis. “Oh, yes,” they both intoned in unison. “I’ll go register,” Eric told his wife, “you can wait in the cool car if you want.” “No way, buster,” she laughed, “if the inside is half as beautiful as out here, I’m going in with you.” Eric turned the ignition off, went around and opened the door for his wife. Luckily, there were no stains on either of them to betray what they had done on the way there. Inside was a small entryway with a little podium and a guest registration book and a button, presumably connected to a bell. Eric pressed the button and waited for the owners, or managers to come. They could see past the foyer into what appeared to be a living room area, and what little they could see was quite lavish. Eric nudged Chrissy and gestured to the room, just as a little white haired man and woman approached. The older couple took a second to look them up and down in an appraising way, then stated, “Ah yes, we’ve been expecting you.” Their smile was warm and inviting. Chrissy glanced at her husband questioningly, then Eric replied, “Oh, we’re sorry but we didn’t have reservations. We just saw your sign and the ad stated reservations weren’t necessary. We thought it would be a perfect place for us to spend the evening.” “We’re on vacation,” Chrissy said as if to qualify her husband’s reply. The older couple just smiled and nodded in a way of affirmation, then gave Eric a pen and asked him to sign them in. They again looked at one another and smiled, with what appeared to Eric as a mischievous gleam in their eyes. “Please forgive us,” the elderly woman replied with a smile, “we’re the Parkers. We own this humble little home and we want to welcome you. I’m Margaret and my husband is Harold. We didn’t mean to forget our manners.” The couple reached out and gave their hands in a warm and welcoming handshake to the younger couple. “How long would you like to stay?” Margaret asked. “Well,” said Eric, “we were just thinking of overnight, but the atmosphere and beauty of the surroundings is so wonderful, we might stay a little longer. If that’s all right, I mean.” “Oh, most definitely,” replied Harold, “you just make yourself at home.” Harold and Margaret smiled at the young couple and as Chrissy and Eric stood there for the briefest seconds, the younger couple felt a warmth start to creep up their bodies. It seemed as if it started in their feet and soon centered in their guts. They were both starting to feel the fire of arousal. Harold spoke again, “We have just one major rule, and that is you do make yourselves at home. Literally. The misses and I will be out of your hair. Feel free to look around. If your hungry, we will most certainly delight in fixing what ever you would want, but also feel free to grab something yourself. While you’re here, our house is yours.” Margaret, grabbed Chrissy’s hand then said, “Come on, sweetie, let me show you to your room.” Eric chimed in as he glanced at his wife; “We would like a hot shower and maybe rest a bit.” He was very aware of the advent of his arousal and the last thing he wanted to do was be embarrassed in front of this older couple. “Oh, you bet, sweetie, you just make yourself at home,” and she winked at him! Eric’s face started to flush a bit. She winked at him. We weren’t pulling anything over on them, he thought. They followed Margaret up the flight of stairs to the second floor where she opened the door right at the top of the stairs. “Now kids, we meant what we said. Make yourselves at home, but feel free to call on us if you need us for the slightest thing. You will find a bathroom right off the bedroom, towels and everything you need is there.” With that she squeezed Chrissy’s hand affectionately, then turned and went back down the stairs. Eric took his wife’s hand and led her into the room and quietly closed the door. There was a deadbolt on the inside so he smiled at Chrissy as he turned the knob. “God, I am soooo hot for you.” He said. “Babe,” Chrissy responded, “was it just me or did you feel it too, when they shook our hands? I wanted to cream right there.” “Yea, I felt it and right now I want to throw you on that bed and give you one of Eric Latham’s famous meat injections.” She playfully slapped him on the arm, “Oh you are so nasty, Mr. Latham. But right now, I want a shower.” “Would you join me, sir?” she asked, trying to act coyly. “Ummm, baby, you don’t have to ask me twice,” he replied taking her into his arms. Eric slowly walked her backwards towards the bed as he raised her arms to remove her T-shirt. As he slowly removed her top, his fingers caressed her sides. He looked into her eyes lovingly as he felt his cock begin to stir with anticipation. He cupped her breasts in his hands and sighed, “Oh honey, you don’t know how much I love you. You are just so beautiful. How did I get to be so lucky?” She didn’t need to reply. She was getting lost in the eroticism of the moment. She could feel the blood start to rush between her legs as her husband continued to caress her tits. Eric leaned over and planted a quick kiss on each nipple, then gently blew on them both. The reaction was immediate as her nipples rose as if to meet his lips. She had beautiful nipples. They puckered out so prominently and just the sight of them could be a big turn on. Her breasts were not huge; she was about a 36C, which was more than enough for Eric. He was not enamoured by large breasted women anyway. But, he did love her ass. Possession Ch. 01 Chapter One: Burning Winter of the Soul * * * * * A Cabin, Somewhere In Canada We kissed. It was one of those intense, good-as-fucking kisses. Tongues thrusting, lips mashing, spit swapped, oxygen stolen, essence traded, guilt and reason pushed comfortably to the back of our minds. There's nothing more intimate and vague and spectacular than a kiss; after all, fucking is just procedural, but a kiss is universal. Everyone has their own damn take on a kiss and when two people's takes work well together, then... There's nothing better. I could feel my skin dripping with heat. I could feel a certain breed of body-shattering orgasm brewing deep within me, just waiting for more visceral provocation. I could feel ecstasy—that glorious, ultimate state of being—with in reach. So I kept on kissing him, even though the back of my head kept filling ever more with guilt, reason, logic, sanity, society, morality, God, and... "Stop," I sloppily murmured and breathed out of the corner of my lips, desperately trying to pull away from the vacuum of our mouths. His tongue stopped its seductive and eager probe of mine. "What?" he muttered. Our faces remained touching as we sighed out this interregnum, taking the opportunity to soak in some terribly needed air. "This is... Wrong." "Wrong as hell." "And not in the good way." "Wrong is always good," he responded breathlessly, using all his facial muscles to keep his lips from lunging to mine. I could feel the moistness of his breath hanging in the air—the room still cold from the winter draft, but the air around our skin burning like the sun. I wanted nothing more than to keep on kissing, and kiss till morning came, and then under the new sun explore everything else a man and woman could do to each other... "Wrong always feels good, but... Fuck. What are we doing? Do you have any idea, or... Fuck, is this just some out of context way to cum for you? Is that what I am tonight?" My mind raced and paced and pounded in sync with my heart. "Fuck." I was at an absolute loss for words. Coherency always abandoned me in my most passionate moments. "Right now, right here," he breathed, his lips curling against my cheek, pressing gently but boldly. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and to top it off, a damn fine conquest too... So yeah, I guess that's..." He paused, and we met eyes briefly before averting away with shame. "I guess that's out of context, yeah. And what the hell does it matter in context? We've started anyways, the damage is done, and if we don't go through with it, even more damage will be done because then we'll always wonder what would have happened if we went through with it and... Fuck, I'm too horny to argue this." He grabbed my breasts with a forceful pawing, gripping onto the flesh and radiating the human touch through my thick sweater. I tingled... I burned, my skin burned... It was like a jab to the chest of pure physical bliss, of that sparkling, undiluted, animalistic, psychological pleasure that just cut straight through my heart and ran chills down my spine. 'A man's hands on my breasts,' I thought. That was all I could think. No narration, no prose could do it any better... A man's hands were on my breasts, and they were squeezing with a sense of entitlement. And it felt good, the way he so hungrily possessed my chest with his strong, masculine, dominant hands. Before I could even register those hands on me, we were back in that orgasmic make-out fest. Tongues doing a tango, doing a duel. "Mmmmph..." I murmured with as much protest as I could manage. I knew that when my protesting was erotic moaning, I was doomed to a fate I wanted more than I didn't want. And so his tongue stroked my mouth, and so we tasted each other till we became one taste, and so he held onto my breasts like they were his to own. And those primal, nasty feelings of overwhelming lust returned again. Neuroses be damned, I thought. Societal ideals be damned, I thought. Biology be damned, I thought. Lesbianism and feminism be damned, I thought, and then stopped. I pulled away, cold. He could see my thought processes through my eyes. He stopped out of respect, drifting his hands off my breasts. Lesbianism. Since I was 13, I was a lesbian. Lost my virginity to another woman. Loved women. Had pictures of beautiful women up on my walls. Kissed women. Danced with women. Fucked with women. Had intense relationships with women. Loved women. Loved pissing off my parents. Feminism. My state of being a woman, being equal in society. And him—his kiss, his touch, making me feel so submissive. I'd do anything for him and he'd make me do it. I'd drop out of school. I'd cook for him. I'd clean, scrubbing on my hands and knees for him. I'd get knocked up for him—and that's a thought that bitch-slapped me to a very cold and frightening core. We met eyes again, this time with no shame, and all the shame in the world. The first man I've ever kissed. The first man to touch my body. And he did it better than any woman ever had in my nine years of dykedom. One touch and I was out—I couldn't even think of woman in that way, ever again. He turned me straight. His touch turned me straight. And I hated him for that just like I hated him for a lot of things. I hated that when I came out, he instructed me that it was just a phase, and here, all years later, father knows best. Father. Dad. "Daddy." My voice quivered with all the vulnerability in the world. "What baby doll?" he muttered, with all the masked impatience in the world. "I don't know if I can do this." "Then get off this couch and leave the room," he said coldly, forcefully. "Because I know what I can and can't do. And I can do this. And I won't have you being a cock-tease, Connie. Let's get this straight. I've worked damn hard this weekend to get you here, to get you to this moment. You're not my great love. You're a conquest. I've always wanted to convert a lesbian, and my cock told me this weekend you were the best chance I had. And it was so easy. You start off my feisty and defiant and end up cock-hungry like the rest of them. And make no mistake. Once I have you—assuming I don't already—I'll treat you as one of my best girls. Clothes, an apartment, anything you want. But rest assured... I fuck you, I own you. There's no co-dependence in our relationship from this night on. You surrender your body and soul to me in a contract." It's amazing he knew every word to cut into my female rebellious psyche and appeal to its most dark, repressed desires. It was horrifying to realize at long last I had those desires. I hesitated with gobsmacked eyes and a quivering lip. Decision came in one of those instants where the whole world instantly changed around me. Black became white; night became day; strong became weak. And my body weakly but decisively fell towards him. It all went so fast. My thick sweater being torn. My ample chest being revealed. My jeans sliding off me so easily. Our naked flesh pressed together, sealed together, sweat and skin and sensation locking us in. My breasts against his chest. His hands grabbing onto my firm ass. My hands swaying across his back holding on for dear life in preparation. Those messy, intense, bursting, boiling kisses. The site of that eight and a half inches, that rock hard, solid, thick, towering, God of a member. He entered me. I gasped. He thrust. I moaned. He reached his end point and held. I screamed. I clawed. I cried. I came, I came, I came. I was a flower torn open into full bloom. It was bliss. It was ecstasy. It was the way it was meant to be. To Be Continued... Possession Ch. 01 Authors' Note: This story is basically a roleplay, so is told in parts; his story in third person, hers in first person. * Bryan had worked with Rebecca for over a year. She was perhaps not beautiful in the strictest sense of the word, but her poise and style had caught his eye from her very first day. He'd tried to talk to her, but she was always cool and distant. She was married, and the consummate professional in the office, though never very friendly. Word around the water cooler, however, hinted that she had a whole different persona on her sales calls. Bryan had never had trouble attracting women. He was tall, athletic, and handsome, with deep blue eyes that communicated his desires quite clearly. He probably could have had any of the women at NexGen, the pharmaceutical sales company where they both worked, but he saw Rebecca as a personal challenge. On the surface, she was a control freak, but he knew the telltale signs, and knew how thinly her cook and directive surface covered an equally forceful need to be controlled, and to be used. He had worked very hard to achieve a good reputation there, but she was far and away the best salesperson, and quickly surpassed his achievement. His insight into her true nature gave him a pretty good hunch about the reason for her success. Her body was like an overripe piece of fruit. Sweet, succulent, and just begging to be picked. Odds were that she used it as a secret weapon, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he could turn that fact to his advantage. Rebecca had been in a foul humor, all week. Her sales were down a bit, and today she'd told him off in front of several co-workers when he mentioned it. It should have been humiliating to be spoken to like that, but he now saw it as the challenge it was. She was "acting out" outlandishly - waiting for him, or for someone, to cut her off, to force her to behave herself properly. She might not even be aware of it, but he knew she was testing, looking for a dominant to take her to task. He knew then for certain that she was at a tipping point, and that this would be the time; the tension needed to bring her into line. He followed her to her car when she left for a sales call, intending to have it out with her once and for all. But before he could rap on her window, he saw her rooting around inside her blouse, and realized that she was taking her bra off. He paused as she threw it into the back seat, and then watched as she hiked up her skirt, peeled off her panties, and threw them in back to join her bra. Clearly he was right about the secret of her impressive sales record. He followed her to her appointment, thinking this might be the opportunity he had been looking for. He had planned to wait for her, and confront her after her "meeting" when she was likely to be more receptive, but she was evidently in a hurry, because she raced into the office building without her sample case. When he looked in her car, sure enough it was still there, next to her cast off underclothes, and she had forgotten to lock her car. He quickly let himself in, grabbed the panties and bra, and her very expensive sample case of pharmaceuticals. He left a carefully phrased note propped up on the dash. "Only sluts go on sales calls with no underwear. If you want your underwear and samples back, you will do three things. 1) Text me at 555-1378. Make it sexy; you obviously know how. 2) Call work. Tell them you're ill, and won't be back today. 3) Go home, and you'll find your bra and panties on your back porch. The samples will stay with me for a while longer. Take off your dress, and put your bra and panties back on. Then text me again, telling me you're ready for further instructions." My sales call went well - not that I expected any different. Amazing what a tight slinky dress with nothing underneath will do to motivate doctors, even though I usually have to allow a little groping. And if I occasionally have to kneel and use my mouth as additional persuasion, so much the better. Truth be told, I love it, and it is totally empowering to control a man without him even realizing it. So yes, my spirits were soaring as I sashayed back to my car, short silky dress swaying gently across my bare bottom. When I arrived at my car, however, I felt my carefully constructed little world begin to come crashing down around me. My bra and panties were gone, as well as a very expensive case of pharmaceutical samples, for which I was personally liable. In their place was a note, outlining a list of things I must do to retrieve them, starting with sending a naughty text. My head literally spun, as I sat in my car, frantically trying to assemble a plan. I am no stranger to flirty texts, but my entire life was at stake here. Not only would I lose my job, but my husband was insanely jealous, and had hinted many times that if he ever caught me with another man, he would beat me black and blue. Sweat droplets began to form, and rolled between my breasts as I carefully constructed my text message. "I like games, so as I drive to my house, I'll have one hand on the wheel, and the other between my legs." Nothing could be further from the truth, as I was more frightened than I had ever been, but I thought it sounded like something that would get a blackmailer going. The most chilling fact of all, though, was that he clearly knew where I lived, as the next step in my instructions was to go home. Our house is in a fairly remote area, but the note had said that my bra and panties would be on my porch. It looks out towards a wooded area, with nothing but glass on two walls, and screen on the third. There, I was to take off my dress, put my undies back on, and send another text to the phone number on the note. I drove slowly, my mind racing, but arrived home without coming up with an escape plan. Luckily, my husband was still at work, and I had followed my instructions, and called my boss, saying I didn't feel well, and wouldn't be back. I simply had to retrieve those pharmaceuticals, or I would lose my job, and maybe even face prosecution. We didn't necessarily need the money, as my husband had a good job, but being fired would mean I would lose my independence. I would probably even have to ask him for pocket money. I was also trying very hard not to think about the blackmailer's evidence that I had been a very naughty girl, and the fact that I might very well be exposed. On shaky legs, I climbed the steps to the back porch. Sure enough, there were my bra and panties, on the table where we usually ate breakfast. I had my instructions, and not that much time before my husband got home, so I took a deep breath, stepped closer to the wall of glass, and pulled my black silk dress over my head. Immediately, I felt my nipples harden, although it was quite warm on the porch. My breasts are quite large, 38D, and I have always been proud of them. Now, in spite of my fear, it felt quite erotic exposing myself to a stranger, even one who obviously meant me harm. I laid the dress carelessly to one side, and stretched my arms over my head, knowing full well that this move accentuated my best asset. Then I let one hand slide down to my freshly waxed pussy, gently teasing out my clitoris, as my other hand pinched a nipple. Obviously, my sales call had left me with unresolved need, but I shook myself, realizing this wasn't the time, and reached for my bra and panties. Surely I had given my unknown blackmailer enough of a show, and with as much grace and dignity as I could manage, put my bra and panties back on. The last step in my instructions was a second text message, asking for further instructions. I sent it, trying hard to sound humble and sexy both, although the humility part was definitely not in my nature. As I sat down to wait for an answer to my text, I realized that my black lace thong now had a wet crotch... He had picked his spot well. The view was unobstructed, and he took pictures of not only her tits and pussy, but of her touching herself and pinching her nipples too. This was the side of her that he'd always expected was there, simmering beneath the surface. He knew that the prim façade of a married woman that she hid behind at the office was no longer something with which he had to be concerned. It was time to see just how far he could take her with the right encouragement, starting with a reply text. "So far, you have shown that you know how to do as you're told. Is this something I can expect in the future too? We don't want to have any setbacks in getting your samples back, correct? So just to be sure that you are going to follow orders, I want you to go inside your house and get your dog's collar and leash. You will put this around your neck, with the leash attached, and remove your bra and panties. Then you will go upstairs and get your favorite sex toy. You will come outside again only wearing the collar, leash and your heels.....you will position yourself on the back porch and you will masturbate to full orgasm. When you have finished this, you will submit yourself to me and explain that you are my pet and I am your owner and this leash expresses exactly that. You will then tell me how easily and how hard you came for me knowing that my leash and my collar was around your 'owned' neck. Lastly you will tell me how long until your husband will get home, and beg me to come visit you and take hold of my new pet's leash to enjoy my ownership of you and your body." He paused for a moment as he watched all her facial expressions, as she read all the information he had sent. He could see her hesitate, so he sent another text simply saying, "Do this NOW or our deal is off!!" Being from the country, I have always heard the expression "deer in the headlights", and have seen plenty of them for myself. Now for the first time in my life, I knew exactly how they felt. I knew what I had to do, but so many thoughts flooded my brain that I stood rooted to the floor, unable to move. I had already realized that there was no way out of the mess I had gotten myself into, and was afraid to even try to imagine how far it would go. My fear of being exposed was almost overwhelming, but worst of all is what happened when I read the text. It felt like this man had reached out and slid his fingers across my clitoris, and the moisture threatened to run down my legs. I have always been independent, even though I use my charms to get what I want. And yet, there I was, weak in the knees at the idea of being owned by a stranger, and a blackmailer, at that. Realizing that all I was doing was postponing the inevitable, I pushed myself slowly out of the chair, and walked into the house, in search of my collie's old collar and leash. She was at the vet getting shampooed, so that was one less thing I had to worry about. Vanity dies hard, and I stood in my bedroom in front of the mirror, slowly taking off my lace bra and panties. I knew that my breasts were beautiful, and usually the first thing men notice about me. I pivoted, though, and examined my ass in the mirror. Nice and round, with sharp tan lines where my bikini starts. My hair is long and straight, with blonde highlights from the sun. I sighed heavily, because this was the same body that had made me the top sales rep at my company, and now it seemed to be a tool for the blackmailer to use against me. I slowly fastened Lady's collar around my neck, and attached the leash. I was almost afraid to look at my reflection, and when I did, I felt a new surge of warmth between my pussy lips. Angry with myself and my body's reactions, I grabbed my vibrator from the bedside drawer, and hurried back downstairs. Telling myself that I was only doing what the man wanted, I knelt on the porch, and then put my hands on the wooden floor, quite near the windows. "He'll want to see me on all fours" I assured myself, but deep down, I could not deny that it excited me, as well. I turned the vibrator on, and slowly slid it between my legs, rubbing it along my clitoris, which had been swelling since the text. My heavy breasts swung freely under me, and it didn't take long before my vibrator was slick with natural lubrication. I rose to my knees, deliberately turned my ass towards the glass, reached behind me, and inserted the device. Slowly. I dropped back down, supporting myself with only one hand, and worked the vibrator in and out my pussy with the other; gently at first, but gaining speed as I neared orgasm. Usually masturbation is a difficult thing for me, and I have to fantasize for quite some time before I can make myself climax. That day was a totally different story. I was wildly excited by the collar around my neck, and the very real knowledge that someone was out there watching me. Someone who intended to own me, whatever that entailed... When I began to cum, it was almost frightening in its intensity. My legs gave out and I collapsed on the floor, as wave after wave of spasms washed over me, threatening to submerge me. After a few minutes, I realized that the vibrator was still clenched tightly in my pussy, and I gingerly removed it, triggering another set of small shock waves. I would have loved the freedom to lie there and recover peacefully, but my husband would be home at five, and I had more work to do if I wanted to preserve my way of life. I was covered with sweat, and it felt as if there was a river running between my legs, so I just pulled myself up to a sitting position, leaned against a chair, and reached for my phone. I didn't have to think about the text message for very long. "Sir, I am yours, to do with as you please. As you saw, the feel of my collar and the knowledge that you own me made me cum faster and stronger than I ever have. My husband won't be home until five. Please come and take your new pet by the leash and enjoy your ownership." He had been watching her from the edge of the porch, just outside the door, his phone forgotten in his hand. Face to face with images of her he had only imagined in the past. He watched eagerly as she first speared herself with her vibrator, and then worked it deeper and deeper between her legs as her passion took her. He was close enough to see her tight little pink asshole puckering and her large and shapely breasts sweeping the rough wood of the floor as she pushed the vibrator deeper into her pussy. He watched as the first droplets of wetness began to drip down her thighs until she gasped, clenched and heaved in climax. The first orgasm he had given her with his words, with his orders. She was delicious, and he knew that she was now his. He was frozen, his hand in his pants as he watched her take up her phone to text him, breasts still flushed and heaving from her exertion. He ignored the buzzing of his phone as he reached to open the screen door of the porch. Her face was still slack in lust, but she jumped a bit, turning to him as she heard the door open. He was only 2 feet from her, standing over her as she leaned against the bead board knee wall of the porch. Her eyes followed up from her phone, to his knees, then up his body, eyes locking on his. He said nothing, merely holding out his hand and waiting for her to hand him the end of her leash. The first order, unspoken that it was, but far from the last. With her eyes fixed upon his, and with him standing over her, his hand nearly filled her vision. There was no doubt in her mind what he was saying. The leash was his. She was his. She was to hand him the leash, because she was his to control; his pet, his slave. This moment had already been decided. She was his the moment she willingly put on his collar instead of calling the police about his blackmail. Not because she was a fool, far from it, but because from the moment of his first text she realized this was what she wanted, what she had been begging for in the offices of all those doctors. She wanted to be controlled, to be owned, to feel the release and freedom of being a pet on a leash. His Pet. His Leash. She held the looped end up to him, saying only that her husband would be home at 5, but denying him nothing. Ready to accept whatever he would decide. Happy to finally surrender control. He twisted the leash in his fist till it was taut, pulling her up, away from the wall. She scrambled to her knees as he slowly reeled her closer and closer, till there was only a foot or so of leash, and only a few inches between her naked body and his, still fully clothed. He pulled up on the leash so she would have to look up at him, still saying nothing as he unzipped his pants. He pressed his thumb to her lips, pressing until she opened her mouth, holding her by the jaw, and by the collar in his other hand. "This matters more than your husband or your career" he said, holding her mouth open just inches from his cock, close enough that she could see the crystal clear droplet of pre-cum seeping from its tip. "Tell me what you want, how you want it, and maybe I will take you " he said, "or tell me this isn't what you want, and that you are not my pet, that you do not want to be a slave for my use, and I will leave." Between the hand holding my chin and the hand holding my leash, I was forced to stare at his face. The same face that I had seen virtually every day for a year, and yet had never really seen at all. Obviously I had underestimated him, and now I was going to pay the price. My mind was in turmoil, and although I knew he was waiting for me to speak, I had no words. What I did have was a beautiful, rigid cock, close enough to taste, clearly ready for my touch. I eased closer to it, opening my mouth wider, suddenly desperate to possess every inch of it. I saw his hand move a split second before I felt it. He slapped me across the face. Not hard enough to injure me, but if it wasn't clear before who was in control, I had no doubts now. "I asked you a question. Answer it. Unless you want me to walk away now, you no longer have the right to decide for yourself." Tears began to sting my eyes, and not from the slight stinging pain in my cheek. I needed him to take me, and make me his own. I was desperate to be his, and the very idea of him leaving, just when I had realized my heart's desire, was unbearable. "Please don't leave me? Take me, use me, make me your pet." A wave of relief washed over me, as if by finally uttering the words, I had cast the die, and put myself on the path I was always intended for. I thought I detected a faint look of triumph on his face, but I was given no time to savor it. He pulled the leash again, and suddenly, his cock was in my mouth. I wanted to lick the head, using my tongue to learn exactly what he liked, but once again I was graphically reminded of my lack of control. With one hand on the leash, and the other on the back of my head, he forced himself all the way to the back of my mouth, and even down my throat. I began to panic, as my airway was cut off, but just as I began to struggle, he pulled back a bit, allowing me to take a breath. "Don't fight it. You are my pet now, and you have to be trained. If you relax and follow my instructions, it will be easier for you, but you will learn how to please me, regardless." Any other woman might have thought his words cold and cruel, but a fresh surge of moisture between my legs proved that I was not one of those women. I knew instinctively that if I was obedient, he would give me more pleasure than I had ever had in my entire, self-centered life. I gazed up at him, nodded my head slightly, and let him fill my mouth again, claiming his property. After working beside her for year, knowing that she needed to be properly controlled, it was gratifying to feel her lips and tongue caress his cock. He could feel the start of her surrender, her resignation, even her growing realization and acceptance of his mastery. But it was not enough to erase the months of waiting. Months when she had ignored him, and kept giving herself to others. Months when she took it on herself to let others use her body, a body rightfully his, without his permission. Months believing she was in charge. Possession Ch. 01 He knew that she belonged to him now, but he just couldn't resist teaching her a lesson. He held her eye, and pushed forward past her open mouth and deeper into her throat, letting her gag around his cock, counting carefully the seconds she was without air as he fucked her face. Her tremors became more frantic, and a mix of her spit, and the slickness of his cock dribbled from her chin, before he let himself slide out of her throat, allowing her to breathe again. "You accept this now," he told her, "but you will learn to show that you truly want it. You will learn that you cannot live without it. You will learn to be mine." He let the leash chain fall to the floor between her knees, one hand still twisted in her hair, controlling her head as he let her toy with his cock. "Pass the leash between your legs and hand it to me," he said as he leaned over to grab her ass with his free hand, repeating his instruction. "Give me the chain." He was sure that no one had ever treated her like this. She had probably knelt before her share of men, many of them the doctors that made up her client list, but all of them had been satisfied by her oral dabbling. No one had ever taken her like this, controlled her, commanded her. Always she had imagined she was in charge, surrendering only enough to make a deal to sell her quota of prescriptions. He knew she was probably trying even now to figure out if she could take control of this and turn it to her advantage. He also knew her well enough to know that she would never be truly happy until she let go, and he was determined to prove it to her. She pushed the loop of chain between her knees, and reached behind herself to pick it up, reaching up to press the leash back into his hand. As she handed it to him he pushed his hips forward again, probing at her throat with his cock until she started to gag and tried to pull away. He held her, and pulled up sharply on the leash till the chain bit between her legs, and tipped her back onto his waiting cock. His count was longer this time as he pulled the chain tight between her legs. Telling her who was in charge. Almost splitting her and bringing the first tears to her eyes. With one hand wrapped both in her hair, and in the leash, he now controlled her fully. She tried to push back against his cock, putting a hand on his thigh, until he rebuked her, pushing away her hand and jerking the chain savagely to keep her unbalanced, and to keep his cock buried in her throat. "You will touch me when I tell you, not before." He started pumping then, seeming to force himself ever deeper without retreating. Her budding attempts to turn the situation to her advantage were shattered by his assault on her throat, penetrating her deeper than any man before him. She could not breathe, and could only try to swallow the spit and cum mixing in her mouth, a new string of drool already dripping from her lips as she tried to look up into his eyes, finding no mercy, but only his anger. Realizing now that she had to please him as he wished, if she wanted to be owned. "That will cost 10 more seconds." He said, pushing himself even deeper into her throat, and beginning to count aloud. "49...50...51." She had no idea how long he had been counting, nor how long the count would be. She could see nothing. Her face was buried in his stomach. The chain running between her legs felt as if it was sawing her in half. Bruising her most sensitive parts each time he pulled on it. Splitting her labia, binding across her clit, and digging deeper between her ass cheeks each time he pulled on it. She could not breathe with his cock in her throat, but could feel her own wetness seeping from inside her and running down her thighs as she knelt before him. "...59...60" he said with emphasis. She wanted him buried in her, but was relieved to think she would be able to breathe, and relaxed slightly, stilling her struggles. Then he started again, counting slowly, "1... ...2..." and she began to panic in earnest, but did not dare try to push him away even as she began to feel the first physical panic of suffocation, tremors that she knew started long before blacking out, but which felt like they were filling her with an electric current. When he reached 10, he loosened the chain and let his cock slide from her throat, so that it only filled her mouth. The first thing she felt was not relief, but a sense of loss, and emptiness, and she almost followed forward again before taking a breath. He felt her urgency, and held her back. "Breathe first, cock second, my pet." He said, letting her lick and suck him as she caught her breath. He forced her face up so that he could see her eyes as he shoved himself into her mouth. Enjoying the moment of bright panic each time he pushed deep enough to gag her. "You still haven't answered my question. You can't get by with 'take me and use me'." He said. "I asked you specifically to tell me what you want, how you want it. I want you to SAY what goes on in your dirty little mind when you think no one knows." With that he pulled his cock from her mouth, and pushed her to the floor. He held her there with his foot on her neck, still pulling on the chain hard enough to send thrills and flashes of heat through her body, and a new gush of wetness down her thighs. He knew that he would have to push her to own the choice, or she would convince herself that it had never happened. She would have to say the words out loud, and more than once, before she started to hear them in her soul. "So I will give you one more chance to answer me." He said, jerking the chain and making her gasp. "Tell me what you want, and how you want it. Convince me that you are worth my time. Convince me you are worth my efforts to train you into a proper little cock pet." I lay in the floor at his feet, helpless in more ways than one. My throat was sore from his repeated thrusts, my pussy and ass raw from the chain, and my neck ached from his constant pressure on the collar. A wise woman would scream rape and run for the door. All I could think about was my all consuming need for him, and the river of moisture running between my thighs. I stared at his tight jaw, and his bottomless blue eyes, and knew that time was running out. An answer was required, and he would know if I was baring my soul, or merely trying to appease him. Of course I knew exactly what I wanted, and he had already made a good beginning. I had been a princess all my life, getting exactly what I wanted, from every man I'd ever known. I was a master at manipulation, and half the men I had conquered never even knew that they'd been outsmarted. Now I would finally have to acknowledge what I'd never even admitted to myself; I needed to be treated like a slave. Given no choices, controlled completely, and used thoroughly. I shivered involuntarily, just thinking of the words I was about to utter. "Tie me over a chair. Whip me with my own leash, and then fuck me. Every hole, as you wish. I want to be smeared with your cum. Afterwards I want to be allowed to lick you clean." It took every ounce of willpower for me to finally admit this. To say those words. But I just couldn't make myself look him in the eye during my speech. A sharp yank on the leash brought renewed pain to my most private parts, and forced my head back. "Look at me. Say it again. And this time, beg me." Finally, tears began to roll down my face, and I repeated every request, and more. "I need to feel your cock in my throat again, but in my cunt, and ass as well. I will do anything you ask, Sir, happily, if you will only let me cum. I need to be your pet. Please?" It was surely the lowest point of my life. I had just begged him, on my hands and knees, to violate me, to degrade me, to use me in every way he could think of. This time, he did not bother to hide the look of triumph on his face, and picked me up by my leash and my hair, propelling me towards a patio chair. He pushed me over the arms of the chair without ceremony, then slapped my ass hard, and warned me to be still as he threaded the leash under the chair. He wrapped the leash through the arm, making it impossible to lift my head more than a few inches. He then looped the chain twice around each ankle, securing them to the chair legs before clipping the loose end in the clip at my neck. He left little slack, and I could not pull my legs away from the chair legs, nor lift my head more than a few inches. He then tied my hands to the legs of the chair with a short length of rope he took from a bag he had brought with him, leaving me totally at his mercy. No longer the ice queen, nor the master manipulator, I was trapped, bent over my own chair, legs spread wide, but still trembling with unspent desire and anticipation. I'd never felt so exposed in my life, cunt and ass wide open for anyone to see. My tits hung free underneath me, and he gave my left nipple a vicious twist after surveying his work. My wrists were tied tightly to the front legs, and my ankles even more tightly to the back. My hair hung down over my face, but I did not need to see him to know what he intended. I had asked, no begged, to be used, and I knew I would not be released until he'd granted my wish. Perhaps the most frightening part was that I wanted it more desperately than I'd wanted anything in my entire life. "You are sure this is what you want?" he asked, as he took her samples from his bag, and set them on the floor a few feet away. "It is nothing to me. Your husband will be home in 30 minutes. You have your samples back. I could just as easily walk away and you can go back to your half life humping Doctors to sell your lines. It doesn't matter to me." He could see that he understood him from her widened eyes. She must know he was telling the truth. Offering her one last chance to be free. But after feeling the release of being in his control he did not think she would back out so easily. Not while he was standing here. He knew she would never be free again, and would always crave his use, and ownership. He could see her measuring all of these options, and from the speed of her response knew that it was an easy decision for her. "Please" was all that she said. "Please?" He parroted back at her. "Please what? Please leave me to go back to my shallow, half empty life?" He reached forward and twisted both of her nipples now, pulling them hard enough that she probably thought they would tear, pulling harder till he saw a scream building behind her eyes, and released her. "Please what?" "Please take me," She gasped, as he released her already swelling nipples. "Please use me... Please make me yours..." He said nothing, but reached into his bag and pulled out a roll of black duct tape. He peeled off an 8 inch section, and used it to seal her mouth. He had already heard all that he needed to hear from her. "I don't want your neighbors calling the police while I am fucking you," he said. And there are only a few minutes until your husband returns, so this will be just a brief trial run." He had walked behind her as he spoke. She could only see him by twisting her head back to look past her shoulders. He stepped to the side so she could see him pull his belt from his pants, letting it drop to its full length near his foot. Her eyes widened more as he explained that she had not been very obedient, and first would need to be punished. He enjoyed the stifled cry, begging him to wait, that was all she could manage past the duct tape as he reached back to wind up before lashing her with the belt. "One" he counted, as she stiffened when he struck, then strained against the bonds. "Be still or I will add strokes," he told her, as the first welt rose on her ass. He stepped back further, in part so she could see him better, but also so that he could strike harder. "Two" he said coldly, and she bucked against the chain even before the lash landed. Squirming deliciously, and pushing the chair forward as she tried to lessen the blow. Three more times he struck her, and when he was done, there was a pattern of red wheals across her ass, each showing the edges of the belt. Red stripes welling up from the soft pale flesh of her ass. She had pushed the chair against the wall, before the last fell, and could go no farther. "There" he said, enjoying the welts, her sobs, and the tears ruining her make-up. . "That's done, but now it's time for me." He stepped closer to her and stroked her ass, feeling the first purple ridges of the rising welts. Enjoying her gasps as he touched them. Though the punishment he had decided upon was over, he could not resist smacking her ass again, this time with his hand, just to see her jump and quiver. As the hand print began to show, he reached between her legs, parting her slowly, finding her wet with her own slickness. He slowly shoved three fingers into her, pushing deep, and then fucking her with his hand until she started to moan. It did not take long, only a few strokes and she was starting down the road to orgasm. He pushed into her, holding his fingers still, deep inside her, then pulled out, leaving her empty. Enjoying her gasp of frustration as he left her at the brink. The sound of "please" and "harder" stifled by the tape across her mouth. "More?" he asked. "Harder?" She just moaned, and nodded her head yes. He spread her ass cheeks, and let the head of his cock rest against her soft wet entry. Teasing himself as much as her, before he slowly eased his cock inside her. She started to push back against him almost immediately, wriggling against him with the few inches of motion he had allowed her. She was tighter than he expected, leading him to believe she wasn't getting much sex, in spite of all her sales calls. He took her hair, wrapping it in his hand to still her, pushing into her seemingly deeper with each stroke. He could feel when she started to build again, climbing towards an orgasm he was not yet ready to release, and her stopped her by the simple expedient of telling her she was not to cum until he allowed it, and then shoving two fingers into her ass with only the minimal lubrication wiped from her cock filled cunt. Her tape muffled cry and her attempt to push the chair through the wall were clear evidence of her sudden and unexpected torment. He held the trusts of his cock to deny her that pleasure, and instead pushed deeper into her tight little anus, sawing roughly with his fingers. He liked seeing them slide deeper into her puckered ass, disappearing one knuckle at a time till they were buried inside her. Her ass was very tight and he doubted she had had much anal attention. That would be changing very soon. He knew he was using her harder than he normally would a new slave, and he knew this was in part due to his pent up frustration with her, but he also knew that she could take much more, and soon would welcome such assaults as natural pleasures. Soon enough she would beg for such favors. The thought that she would soon beg to be so violated enflamed him. So did the sight of his own fingers pumping in and out of her, as her ass stretched to accept them. He started fucking her faster with his cock, a burst of rapid strokes pounding into her, as he pulled her ass open, using his fingers as a hook, pulling her back against him with her hair. He soon felt her starting to build again, and slowed his pace, fucking her deeply and stretching her asshole with a third finger, to control her pace. She writhed under his thrusts, but was no longer trying to get away. In fact she was now pushing back against his cock and fingers as he alternated strokes, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside her. He could feel his cock under his fingers inside her ass, and that sent him over the edge. He pulled out and shot his cum onto her ass, her back and her wet gaping pussy. "Your pussy is mine," he said. "And so is your ass." As he said it, he plunged his cock into her ass, using his fingers to guide his entry, pushing down into her as he enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm. He held himself inside her, enjoying her tightness as he explained what would happen next. "Your husband will be home in about 15 minutes. You should be in the shower when he gets here, I think." He said as he pulled the rope loops from her hands. "You are mine now, and you do not have my permission to touch yourself unless you ask. You are not to cum without my permission." She heard him buckling his belt, though she could not see him. "If you're as smart as you act, you'll be able to get yourself out before he comes home, now that I have released your hands." He smacked her across the ass one last time, putting his hand print on the other cheek, and walked away, leaving her half bound by the dog leash. "Remember, you do not have my permission to touch yourself, or to cum," he said. "And you are to present yourself at my house at noon on Saturday. Plan to be there about 3 hours. Remember -- you are owned. You are mine." With that, he was gone, leaving her to barely enough time to try to untie herself before her husband was due to come home. My entire body had been violated and abused, but I had never felt so alive. Or so needy. The bastard had left me at the brink of orgasm, partially tied to my chair, and with only 15 minutes to get presentable before my husband got home. I ripped the leash off of my legs, rearranged all the patio furniture that was askew, grabbed my clothes, and raced to the shower. As the hot water slid over me, easing the sore muscles and welts, I was sorely tempted to relieve the frustration in my aching cunt. What the hell? He'd never know. But as my soapy fingers slid between the folds of my swollen lips, his sharp words echoed in my head. "You do not have my permission to touch yourself, or to cum." I redirected my fingers to the shampoo, lathered my hair quickly, grabbed a towel, and searched my closet for my least revealing outfit. I'd fake my period, which was guaranteed to keep my husband at a distance, thus preventing discovery of my bruises. As for Saturday, that was three whole days away. Plenty of time for me to come to my senses, right? Time enough to forget how wonderful he'd made me feel...? Possession Ch. 01 Beth stared at the image in the mirror, locking eyes with a woman she hardly recognised. Her reflection could have belonged to a stranger. The last time she had truly examined her appearance had been a long time ago. Beth had avoided looking at herself when she had learned she could not afford to be particularly critical about her façade. Jewellery, make-up, nice clothes - they had all become frivolities, their importance secondary to buying food and keeping a roof over Beth and her mother's head. No wonder she seemed transformed. Gone was the overworked drudge Beth usually pictured herself to be. She had put aside her ugly waitressing uniform and the hideous blue overall she wore for her other job - cleaning offices. Instead she had put on a black dress, Beth's first clothing purchase in nearly two years - even if it had come from the thrift shop. The hem was slightly frayed and the fabric worn, but it fitted her well, the narrow waist and flared skirt flattering her slender frame. Her auburn mane of hair had been brushed until it shone and tamed into a ponytail to hide the face the ends were uneven - after she had bought the dress, Beth had been unable to afford a visit to the hair salon. Her nails were unpolished, but the tips had been meticulously filed into neat ovals and she had even borrowed some make-up from a friend at work. Having carefully applied layer after layer of concealer, Beth could barely discern the faint smudge of a bruise marring her cheek. "Ahem." Beth whirled around to see Kevin Cotter, her stepfather, loitering in the open doorway to her bedroom. He had not knocked and the door had certainly been closed. Beth had no idea how long he had been standing there for. But he had been doing that a lot recently - entering unannounced, sneaking up on her. "Still gawping at yourself?" he smiled at her, but it was a sinister smile - not because he threatened violence, although he was certainly capable of that, but for reasons Beth didn't even want to contemplate. He'd been doing that a lot recently too - smiling at her. "I'm about to leave," she replied quickly, picking up her handbag. "Why the rush, little Beth?" She cringed at the supposed endearment, disguising her reaction by rifling through her purse to check she had the correct bus fare. "If I don't go now, I'll be late. Where is Mum, anyway?" "She's got another one of her migraines." Beth's forehead furrowed with concern. "Is she going to be ok?" Kevin chuckled. "You're such a worrier, Beth. Relax. She'll be fine." "Make sure you give her plenty of water. And don't smoke around her. Your cigarettes make her migraines worse." "I can look after her," he dismissed her concerns, ignoring her instructions. "Leave the worrying to your old man." Beth wanted to snap at him. If she left 'the worrying' to him, as he proposed, both she and her mother would be broke and homeless. The only way they had been able to make ends meet was because Beth worked, and although she was only twenty-one, she was the sole breadwinner of the household. "I thought you said it was important I met Mr Voronov on time," she said through gritted teeth. "You'll be on time. I checked the timetable - you've got twenty minutes before the next bus. So go on, give us a twirl," he continued. Slowly and uncomfortably, Beth turned on the spot. She had thought she looked so smart. But her stepfather managed to make her feel unclean. She could feel his leering gaze, his eyes settling on her most intimate areas. "Well look at you, little Beth," Kevin let out a long, low whistle. "All grown up. Good to see you've neatened yourself up a bit," Kevin continued. "I couldn't meet Mr Voronov in my cleaning overalls, could I?" Kevin's jaw clenched with a sudden flash of irritation. "Watch your tone, young lady. I won't have you disrespecting me under my roof." Beth swallowed before she could retort. It wasn't his roof. "I have to go," she said instead, trying to moderate her tone. "Or I'll be late." "You've got fifteen minutes." "What if I miss the bus?" "You won't miss the bus. Why the rush?" He cocked his head. "Why don't you keep me company?" Her stomach flipped with disgust at the same time as something inside Beth flared up. "You told me last night how important it was for me to be on time to see Mr Voronov. Now you're saying it doesn't matter?" Beth didn't know how it happened but within three seconds Kevin had her pinned up against the wall. His forearm held her in place so that she was sandwiched between him and the plaster. "What did I tell you about disrespecting me in my house?" he hissed, so close that he sprayed droplets of spit over Beth's face. "It isn't your house!" Her voice was unusually high-pitched - despite the outburst, she was nervous. "It belongs to the council and it's my wages that pay the rent! I'm the one who works two jobs so we can stay here so I can bloody well do whatever I like!" For a moment he looked shocked, before his mind processed what she had said. "You little cunt," Kevin raised his hand, balling it into a fist. "Hit me and I won't go!" Kevin froze. His nostrils flared. A vein in his temple bulged. His jaw was tightly clenched. Slowly lowering his arm, he pressed her against the wall, crushing her with his bodyweight. Beth's face was scrunched up in pain. More bruises would darken by the following morning. At least on her back, they would be easier to hide. "You'll go all right. You go and see Mr Voronov. You tell him you're going to pay him his money, you just need more time. Because if you don't go, or if he says no, I won't still be here when he sends his men round to teach you about paying your debts before they're due." He loosened his hold on her. "But it's not our debt!" Beth protested futilely, resisting the urge to rub her throat, which felt tender from his force. "Do you think his thugs will care?" Beth's shoulders sagged, defeated. She knew he was right. And even if he wasn't, did she want to take that sort of risk? Her mother hadn't been particularly strong since her father had walked out on them. The last thing she needed was Mr Voronov's men knocking on their door. "I'll go," she said. "Good girl. You might look grown up, but you'll do your duty to your family, won't you? You're still my little Beth, aren't you?" She nodded, even as she winced at the endearment. Every time he used it, she felt polluted. It was the way he formed the words - 'little Beth' - as if he was talking affectionately to a whore he had just fucked. "Oh I know you're trying to look like a woman," he crooned, whispering in her ear, his breath hot and damp against the bare skin of her neck. "But have you ever been kissed?" Beth didn't know why she responded, but she shook her head, dropping her chin so that her hair fell forward, hiding her flaming face. "I didn't think so. You've never even been with a man, have you? I bet you're still a virgin, aren't you, little Beth?" Beth knew she had turned bright red, burning with embarrassment. Somehow she managed to wriggle away from him, snatching up her purse and fleeing her bedroom. Even as she flew down the stairs and out the front door, she could hear him chuckling after her, his laughter ringing in her ears. *** There were two types of business that were conducted in Dmitri Voronov's bars - the drinking kind and the not-quite-legal kind. And Dmitri Voronov had considerable stakes in both. London was his playground. And he knew its games well. Too well, he sometimes thought. People could be so predictable. Like the anxious salesman in front of him, who was sweating like a pig and trying desperately to hide the fact he was far out of his depth. It was just after midday, which meant that, as it was just about too early for alcohol, Mr Voronov was concentrating on his other sort of business. "Please, Sir, I can assure you, this is the best powder you will find on the street - " "Mr Paraskevas," Dmitri held up a hand, silencing his would-be business partner mid-sentence. "Does my establishment look like the type of place that deals with substances found on the street?" The salesman looked around. His hair was greasy and lank, damp with perspiration. Through the glass wall of Dmitri's private office he could see the elaborate interior of Decadence - one of the mogul's most exclusive clubs. "It does not," Dmitri continued, not requiring any form of response and therefore not waiting for one. "My clients - the men and women who come here and those who request my more specialist services - they enjoy the finer things in life. They are not drug addicts. They come to me looking for pleasure. And this - this will not bring them pleasure. It is not good." Dmitri wrinkled his nose as he held up a plastic sachet of white powder, conveying his disgust for the product he had been presented with. "But Mr Voronov, Sir - " "Enough. We are done." Dmitri signalled to a man standing on the other side of the glass. Vladmir, his bodyguard, entered. He was muscular and well-built and, as he clapped a beefy hand on Mr Paraskevas's shoulder, the smaller man visibly shook. "Vladmir, this meeting is over. Escort my visitor outside." "Please Mr Voronov, this is a premium product!" "Mr Paraskevas, I have no desire to do business with you. You may leave. And Vladmir, tell my next appointment to go away. I am not in the mood to see them." Vladmir nodded, giving Mr Paraskevas a moment to stand before steering him out of his employer's office. Once he was alone again, Dmitri sighed in tedium. Scaring wannabe drug barons no longer excited him like it had when he had first taken over his father's affairs. Back then, exercising his power, even over rats like Mr Paraskevas, had given him a higher rush than any illicit substance. He had once delighted in knowing that people feared him. The truth was, he was bored. He needed to inject some sort of adventure in his life. He had thought about diversifying his empire, but to what? A few of his rivals had added human trafficking to their repertoires, but Dmitri found such business distasteful. Supplying drugs to the rich and senseless of the world was one thing. Exploiting innocent girls from his motherland was another. Dmitri had no problem with selling sex. He had regular dancers at most of his clubs, none of whom had any qualms about revealing their natural assets to the public. But he had no appetite for the sort of prostitution rings that some of his acquaintances were involved in. Perhaps he should take up golf. Suddenly his reverie was shattered by a shriek. A very female, piercing shriek. A girl slammed open the door of his office with such force that had it not been made of bulletproof glass, it would have shattered. She ran inside, her eyes darting around from side to side as if she were afraid to be caught, but had barely made it two paces before she was captured by Vladmir, who followed her in swift pursuit. "Let go of me, you bastard!" The girl tried to wriggle out of Dmitri's bodyguard's grasp, mussing up her unkempt mane of auburn hair further. "I'm sorry, Sir," Vladmir garbled breathlessly, struggling to keep hold of his captive. "I told her Mr Voronov wouldn't see her but she wouldn't take no for an answer." "Of course I wasn't going to leave without seeing Mr Voronov - I had an appointment!" "So she got past you?" Dmitri raised an eyebrow, ignoring the girl's protests. "She surprised me," Vladmir retorted, a touch on the defensive side. "Let her go," Dmitri gestured in the girl's direction. "Look at her. She's hardly going to be a threat. Unless she's armed?" "There wasn't a gun in her handbag." "Of course there wasn't!" the girl interjected. "Why the fuck would I go round carrying a gun?" "Release her," Dmitri ordered. "And search her, just to be safe." Vladmir let go of the girl and began running his hands methodically over her frame, frisking her for any form of concealed weaponry. "What are you doing?" she yelped at the unwelcome contact. "I told you - I'm unarmed!" The burly henchman continued with what he was doing. But not for long. There was a loud crack. She had slapped him, hard across his cheek. "Keep your filthy hands to yourself," the girl hissed. Dmitri had to choke back a laugh, disguising it as a cough. He had never seen his right-hand man look so stunned. Poor Vlad. He was flexing his jaw, kneading the sting out of his cheek. "It's fine," Dmitri said. "You may leave us. Even if she is a threat, clearly she's too much of a match for you," he couldn't resist teasing. Vladmir glared at his boss, but did as he was told. Dmitri waited until the door was closed before he turned his full attention to the girl. It gave him valuable moments to compose himself. He had wanted some form of entertainment! "Please, sit," he gestured to the chair on the opposite side of his desk, which only a few minutes ago had been occupied by the drug dealer. "Tell me your name." "I want to see Mr Voronov," Beth demanded. "Then you shall have your wish. I am Dmitri Voronov." "You're the man who lends the money?" she asked disbelievingly. In her imagination, she had pictured Mr Voronov being older -- in his late forties, perhaps, the sort of mafia godfather that she recognised from the movies. Instead he couldn't have been older than thirty. "I lend some people money, yes," he conceded, nodding. "Now won't you sit down? It would be much easier to have this conversation when you are not standing." Hesitating, she glanced at Vladmir through the glass wall before she gingerly perched on the edge of the seat. "Much better," Dmitri remarked. "Now, won't you tell me your name?" "Beth Noble," she said, clearly expecting some form of recognition when she told him who she was. Instead he looked at her blankly. The name didn't ring a bell, although he might have seen it in his diary somewhere. Was she a one-night stand? She couldn't be. He would have remembered, for sure. He had seen her long shapely legs that extended beneath the hem of her skirt - if they had wrapped around him, he would not have forgotten them easily. Her brown eyes were expressive and beautiful, even when she had been fuming. Particularly when she had been fuming, he amended. And her long, untamed hair may not have been fashionably cut but he would have fixed the image of her lying naked with her tresses sprawled across his pillow after a night of lovemaking in his mind forever. Dmitri felt his cock twitch and stir. What sort of effect was she having on him? it must have been the way her skin was still flushed after fighting with Vladmir. It made it too easy to imagine her passion between the sheets. Besides, the sight of a pretty woman all riled up never failed to arouse him. Meanwhile, Beth was oblivious to his thoughts. "I'm Kevin Cotter's stepdaughter," she prompted when it was clear he had no idea who she was. "Kevin Cotter?" he tilted his head. That name is more familiar." "He owes you money," she said bluntly. "A lot of people owe me money." Beth almost gasped audibly. Her eyes widened. How could anyone not recall who their debtors were immediately? Then again, perhaps it meant her stepfather's debt wasn't important. "He borrowed from you last year." She hesitated. "He's been late with some of his repayments." "Ah. I believe I may know the man you speak of." Dmitri reached down, opened the bottom drawer of his desk and extracted a file. Pulling out a sheaf of papers, he looked through them, pursing his lips as he read. His previously nonchalant manner gradually transformed to a more serious demeanour. Beth, on the other hand, twisted her fingers together. Even from across the desk, she could catch sight of some of the contents of the file. In addition to pages of notes written in Cyrillic characters - Russian, she presumed - there were photographs. Not only of her stepfather, but also her mother and herself. "Your father has not paid me a penny," Dmitri announced eventually. "My stepfather," Beth corrected him. Dmitri shrugged again. "Whatever. So, let me guess - he has sent you to settle his debt to avoid paying interest? I shall warn you - I am a man with a reputation. Even an attractive girl won't mean I will overlook this debt. Or did you think I would take one look at you and be tempted?" Beth's heart sank. "Not exactly," she replied. "So you have brought my money?" She shook her head. "You have come with the interest as well?" "Not exactly," she repeated. Dmitri closed the file and leaned across his desk. "Then tell me, Beth Noble. Where is my money and why have you not brought it?" Beth gulped. This was the question she had been dreading. Although she had spent her entire bus journey painstakingly rehearsing what she was going to say, her mind went suddenly blank. "Well?" Dmitri tilted his head, his eyebrows arching as he waited for her to answer. "Kevin doesn't have the money," Beth said, grateful she sounded calmer than she felt inside. "So when can I expect to receive it?" "I don't know." "Miss Noble, I am not known for my patience. I have already waived two late payments. If your father -- apologies, your stepfather," he corrected himself before she could, "if he does not pay me soon, my patience will run out. Then there shall be consequences. And those consequences will not just affect your stepfather." "Please, he's trying to get the money, he just needs more time!" "What did he do with the funds I provided him with?" "I don't know." Beth frowned -- she really didn't have a clue. She hadn't noticed any sudden influx of cash. "Does he still have the money?" Beth shook her head. "I don't think so." "Has he found himself a job?" "No." Dmitri clasped his hands and rested them on the desk in front of him. "I am a business, Miss Noble, not a bank. I do not ask people what they do with the money I give them. Only that they return it -- on time. If they do not return it, I cannot run my business. And if I cannot run my business, then I am greatly inconvenienced. Do you understand my reasoning, Miss Noble?" "Yes, but -- " "Do you disagree with it?" "No, but -- " "Tell me. Did your stepfather tell you what happened to those who have inconvenienced me in the past?" Beth blanched. Kevin hadn't gone into specifics, but then, he hadn't needed to. "Not quite," she whispered. "You have turned pale," he observed. "You are afraid of me. That is good. Those who inconvenience me should be afraid of me." Beth didn't contradict him. Everything about Dmitri Voronov unsettled her, from his coldly handsome features to the way he seemed to see straight through her exterior. He oozed confidence and authority -- as if he merely had to give an order to know it would be obeyed. Of course she feared him. all of her instincts screamed out that he was dangerous. "Please," she tried again. "You will get your money." "How?" He demanded. "Your stepfather has no source of income." "But I do. I have two jobs. And I can take on extra shifts if that isn't enough. Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement?" Already she was calculating in her head. If she gave up her one precious evening a week that she had to herself and cut back on her expenses -- not that there was much she could cut back on -- she would at least be able to start paying Mr Voronov back. "And when will my debt be repaid?" "I can give you three hundred a month," Beth said as she quickly ran through the maths. He raised an eyebrow. "Do you even know how much your stepfather owes me? Seventy thousand pounds," he told her when she shook her head. "Three hundred won't even cover the interest." Possession Ch. 01 Beth felt sick. "Is there any other way?" "That depends. How much do you love your stepfather? What are you willing to do?" A shiver of apprehension ran down Beth's spine. His eyes drilled into her. She swallowed. She was doing this for her mother, she reassured herself. "Anything. I'll do anything." "Anything? Do you mean that?" "Within reason," she hastened. "I mean, I wouldn't kill anyone but --" "I'm not going to tell you to kill someone," Dmitri interrupted with a roll of his eyes. "There is no need to be melodramatic." "You're not?" "Whatever arrangement we make will only have a direct effect on you and me." Beth's shoulders sagged with relief. She had no desire to get a criminal record or see anyone else tangled up in the mess her stepfather had created. How he had managed to owe anyone seventy thousand pounds was ridiculous. "So what will this arrangement be?" she asked curiously. "I will pay you the money. You will earn it from me." All sorts of dreadful things had been rushing through Beth's mind. But all he wanted was for her to work for him -- she could handle that. She had enough experience as a waitress or behind the bar, she was certain he'd be able to find a suitable vacancy for her. "Thank you, Mr Voronov," she said gratefully. "What for?" "For giving me a job." "I didn't say it would be a job. I said you would earn the money from me." His face was like a marble sculpture -- cold, beautiful and hard. "But how --" "Your father owes me seventy thousand. With the interest he has accrued, the sum is closer to eighty. The deadline for full payment is in two months' time. Tell me, Miss Noble, how do you think a woman would be able to earn ten thousand pounds a week?" He stared at her openly, his dark eyes assessing her freely, daring her to answer. "I don't know what you're suggesting," she replied, folding her arms across her body protectively. "No?" his mouth quirked in some cruel form of amusement. "I think you know exactly what I am suggesting." "I don't know who you take me for, but there are certain things I will not do." "I thought you said you would do anything." "What sort of woman do you think I am?" Beth demanded, trembling again, this time not from fear or nervousness but from outrage. "I think you are a desperate woman. An attractive woman, yes, but desperate nonetheless." "Not that desperate," she said with venom, ignoring the almost imperceptible tingle she had when he called her attractive. "Thank you for your considerate offer. But I will have to decline." Dmitri bowed his head. "As you wish. But this is my only offer." "You can keep your offer -- I want nothing to do with it!" "In that case, perhaps it is time that you leave," Dmitri caught Vladmir's eye through the transparent walls of his office. Realising that she had been dismissed, and not at all sorry to have been so, Beth stood and turned to leave. "Miss Noble," Dmitri halted her exit. "What?" she whirled around to confront him, bristling. "Your father was a wealthy man, was he not?" Beth frowned. "How do you know?" Dmitri shrugged. "I always research the people I lend money to. Your father had a good job, he took care of you, did he not? Financially?" "That is none of your business." "You are right. It is not my concern. But it must have been good, da?" "What do you mean?" The words tumbled from her mouth before she could swallow them. "Before he left your mother. When you did not have to worry about money." "You bastard," Beth swore at him. If looks could kill, Dmitri would have died on the spot. Beth stormed out, wishing the glass door would slam behind her. Unfortunately it had been fitted with some sort of mechanism that made it impossible to close quickly enough to shatter. Conscious of the burly bodyguard escorting her off the premises, Beth waited until she was outside before she released a sob. She had completely failed in her mission. She had promised her stepfather that she would persuade Mr Voronov to give them more time, and the one option he had presented her with, she had flung back in his face. But what was she supposed to do? She could not comprehend what he has asked of her. As if she would debase herself so thoroughly? As if she had no integrity whatsoever! Unknown to Beth, Dmitri was in a similar state of disbelief. He had never had any trouble convincing a woman into his bed. It was more difficult getting rid of them afterwards. But he had just attempted to blackmail a woman into sleeping with him. What had possessed him? Yes, she had been pretty. Not in the same pampered, groomed sort of way like the majority of his conquests. His attraction to her had been entirely different. And that was the reason why Dmitri could barely understand it. For the rest of the day and into the evening, he tried to concentrate on work, but with little success. There were drinks to be ordered, files to be checked. A business associate of his was flying in from China in a few weeks. Dmitri had to be sure that he only revealed what he wanted his acquaintance to know. When the club opened, he abandoned his office and toured the VIP rooms, shaking hands with some of his regular guests. One of the bar staff had called in sick. Dmitri had to ensure the replacement was suitable. He instructed Ivan, his right-hand man to do the necessary checks. His mind was too distracted by the memory of a pretty girl with big brown eyes. Only after he tuned out in the middle of an important conversation did he realise he had a problem. And for that problem, he needed a solution. "Vladmir," he motioned to his bodyguard. "Find Ivan. Tell him I have a job that needs to be done tonight." Possession Ch. 01 Chrissy always thought she was too big, but Eric always told her that it was what he liked. He teased her and told her she had a “J-Lo” ass. Just perfect for him. She was perfect for him. He kept caressing her sides, up and down and back up again as he kissed and nipped at her nipples. Playfully, she pushed him away, giggling. She said, “If you don’t stop, we’ll never get that shower.” “Okay,” he said as he removed his shirt. “But, I get to rub your—a—back,” he said with a grin. “It’s a deal. I may even let you rub more. But only if you’re good.” And with that she removed her shorts and through them on the bed. Again, Eric just looked. She was beautiful. Her breasts didn’t sag. Her nipples still hard as little pebbles, and her hips. Oh, her hips had just the right fullness; and right there, perfectly in the middle was that little triangular patch that seemed to be pointing downward as if to say, ‘this way to pleasure.’ She grinned at him and said, “You better stop what ever it is you’re thinking,” and she pointed to his emerging hard-on, “or we’ll never make it to the shower.” She laughed and started running to the bathroom. He blushed, not realizing he had been staring so intently. He reached down and pulled his shorts off, threw them on the bed and ran after her. “Oh that wouldn’t be a problem, dearie, I know just how we would fit.” She had opened the stall and started the water going. It was a nice spacious bathroom. It had a shower and what looked to be a garden tub. The construction had to be great for the second floor to support such a big, luxurious tub. It almost looked like you could throw a party in there. They both stepped into the shower and then without warning a feeling came over them. They felt it at the same time as they looked at each other. Eric poked his head out the shower stall and looked around. It wasn’t necessarily an uneasy feeling; it just felt as if someone was watching them. He closed the shower stall again and turned to his wife, “Weird, it sure feels like we’re being watched.” “Well,” she said, “if we are, how about giving them something worth watching.” And she reached down and grabbed his cock as she pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss. Eric didn’t think he could get any harder. It must have been the freedom or something that caused him to become so hard. Even Chrissy’s nipples were harder than he had ever remembered. God she felt so good he thought as he pulled her close. His cock was pushing into her lower abdomen and she was grinding herself into it. She fondled his balls, as the water from the shower continued to cascade around them. She felt like she couldn’t kiss him hard enough as her tongue explored his mouth. Oh, he was such a good kisser, she thought. Despite the water rushing around them, she could feel herself get even wetter between her legs. As she fondled Eric’s balls, he explored between her legs, testing for the sensitivity of her clit. The way it became engorged always fascinated him as he gently rubbed back and forth. Her legs were getting weak as she started to quietly moan. She continued to stroke his cock as she kissed and nipped each one of his nipples. His little nubbins got so hard, and she knew just how to make them sensitive as she took first one, then the other gingerly between her teeth and pinched. She reached around him and grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them a bit as she continued to kiss his chest. Her kisses were slowly moving downward and all Eric could imagine was a replay of earlier in the day. Not to disappoint him, sure enough, still clutching his butt cheeks, she kissed the head of his cock. It was so hot, and she knew it wasn’t just because of the hot water. As the water cascaded down her long hair and ran down her back, she leaned forward and engulfed his manhood in her mouth. She had never been able to take his whole eight inches into her mouth without gagging, she just wasn’t that into giving blowjobs, but just within this one day she had become like a crazed woman. Even though Eric had come so hard in the car, the feelings that his wife was giving him were beyond belief. It was all he could do to stand as his legs became wobbly and weak. Reaching down, he gently pushed her away and held her hands raising her to her feet. He slowly turned her around, trading places with her in front of the shower spray. Eric reached around her and cupped her breasts in his two hands as he nibbled at her ear lobes. She squirmed and gyrated her butt against his throbbing manhood. He started kissing her neck, then her shoulders, slowly descending down her back as his fingers caressed her sides with gentle touches. She was moaning quietly as she reached between her legs with her right hand and started to finger her cunt. Despite the amount of water she could feel the wetness of her arousal on her fingers. She pushed two fingers as deep as she could reach then withdrew them again then repeated. All the while Eric was descending towards her ass cheeks, planting little kisses here and there. A part of her mind knew where he was heading, and that part of her deep inside wanted encompass the aversion, but she was so horny, and it felt so good, she was past caring. And then she felt his tongue as he spread her cheeks apart. She gave a loud moan as her legs began to shake, her fingers flicking faster across her engorged clit. About that time, something changed. Not enough to register at first, but subtle, and gently. While she was rubbing and pinching her clit, Eric was giving her ass a hot tonguing and it felt like someone was starting to suck on her nipples. She could have sworn it felt like a hot mouth was sucking gently on her nipples. As the thought started to seep into her mind, her insides were starting to get that heightened sense of something ready to explode. She had just started to feel what seemed like little nips on her nipples when it felt like the dam broke and the waves started crashing over her. She just pinched her clit when at the same time Eric’s tongue seemed to penetrate her anus and the nibbling on her nipples seemed to get harder. She let out a yell and started to moan and shake as her knees wobbled and she felt her juices start to flood. She reached out to prop herself against the wall as Eric caught her by her hips. “Oohhhhhh, shit, yeeeeesssssss, ohhh goddddd, it feels soooo gooooood!” she screamed. Then in the midst of her orgasm, she thought she sensed Eric get between her legs and lap at her cunt. It was as if he were trying to devour all of her juices. She continued to shake and squirm and Eric grabbed her by her waist and held her close, her legs splayed apart as Eric, so she thought, was eating her out. Then it dawned on her. Eric was holding her up and just then, another wave, stronger than the first washed over her. “Ooooooooooohhhh, geeeeezzzzz, here we go again, oh goddddd it feels soooooo gooooooood ohhhh Eric hhoolddd meeee!” The next thing Eric knew she went limp. Frantically he picked her up and pushed open the shower stall with his foot. Carefully stepping over the base, he carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. At first he was frantic. She had never cum so hard before in their marriage. He was still sporting a hard-on himself, seeing her like that had so aroused him. He placed his head on her chest and realized she was okay, but just out. He had heard of that but had never witnessed it before. He looked upon her glistening body as the water beaded on her skin and he slowly started to dab the wetness from her. She was so beautiful, and man, he had forgotten just how hot and desirable she was. He realized they really needed this time to themselves. He dried her and placed a blanket over her, then proceeded to dry himself off. He still had a raging hard-on. Well, he thought to himself, I have pleasured myself more than once in the past. He glanced at his wife on the bed and throwing the towel to the floor, laid on the covers next her. As he lay there he slowly reached between his legs and pulled on his throbbing member. Man, he thought, she was an animal. His cock rose, seemingly to stretch to the ceiling. He gently stroked the head. As he continued to pleasure himself, the light from the big picture window in their room was diminishing, casting shadows upon the walls and ceiling. If he closed his eyes, he could almost replay the events of the day. The feel of her mouth on his cock while he was driving, the way she took it into her mouth with the warmth of the water hitting his chest. He stopped his manipulation of his cock as he folded his arms behind his head. He thought he could almost sense her presence upon him knowing even then that she was lying beside him apparently in a deep slumber. He started to move his arms back down when all of a sudden----“Wha-wh—at the hell.” He was almost yelling. He found that he was unable to move his arms. The harder he struggled the harder it seemed to move. He was just able to move his eyes enough to see that his wife was still in a slumber. As his mind was trying to come to grips with this new phenomenon he thought he heard, no, he knew he was hearing a subtle, and gentle voice in his ear. “Peace, peace, do not struggle my fine young man. Relax. Enjoy. You have been chosen. No harm will come to you.” Eric found himself relaxing and yet, he still couldn’t see anything or anyone and yet that voice was almost hypnotic, soothing. His mind was beginning to relax and as it did, his struggles lessened and he did have some range of movement. Maybe, minor, but he didn’t feel like he was being stifled and as he was trying to analyze this new circumstance he became aware of new sensations, new and not unduly unpleasant to say the least. It almost felt as if someone was caressing his legs, just above the ankles, ever so gently. He could feel the hairs start to stand, not quite tickling, but rather very pleasant. He had a wild thought; it almost felt erotic. With that, his cock gave a jerk and he could feel the blood start to rush. He thought he could almost sense a sigh of relief. It almost felt as if someone with very dainty hands was starting to caress his legs around his ankles. In fact, Eric found that in the attempt to isolate or identify the feeling, it became stronger and a little more intense. He soon became too caught up in the moment trying to identify the sensation that he became unaware of the intense eroticism that was taking place upon him. Involuntarily he let out a sigh. My god, he thought, that feels so good. He could see his cock jerk to an almost upright position as whomever or whatever continued the sensual stroking on his legs. He soon became lost to the sensations that he was feeling. Any fear he had was quickly melting in the moment as he felt what could only be hands caressing the inside of his legs ever slowly working their way upward. Oh, man it was feeling so good, he thought. So caught up in the moment, he was forgetting that his wife was right next to him as he couldn’t help but quietly moan as the sensations became stronger. Whatever it was, it felt great and he didn’t want it to stop. My god, what an awesome feeling! He became aware of a new sensation along with the caressing. It almost felt as if someone was planting light, wet kisses, maybe even tonguing the insides of his legs and then lightly blowing. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt something so erotic. The anticipation of what might come next was arousing him so much, he didn’t think his prick could get any harder than it was and then, right when he thought he couldn’t be any closer to erotic heaven, he felt a tongue flick out at his balls. He let out a moan that could have echoed through the whole house. He knew it was loud and he didn’t care. Even his wife going down on him that day had not compared to this. Geez, he thought to himself, if that happens again, I’m going to blow. He had never felt so aroused. He knew he had to be dreaming; he couldn’t see anyone other than his sleeping wife, but my god he felt their presence. The tongue abandoned him for a moment but he felt those hands, those awesome, sensuous, hot, awesome hands caress his balls. He felt his balls gently lift as if someone was weighing them. They were gentle almost lovingly touching him. His cock was jerking and all he could think of was please, please, touch my cock. He felt like his cock had become the center of the universe. He had never felt so hard and so strong. He could see his member standing straight and it looked as if it had even gotten larger than the eight inches he knew it to be. He felt the kisses at his nipples as the buds grew hard and stiff, and yet the caressing of his inner thighs had never ceased. He thought he could feel a slight breath at his ears, both ears, and he wondered how it was possible as the hairs on his neck stood on end and he felt the chill of arousal course through his whole body. Just when he thought he could stand no more, his breathing was coming hard and heavy and he was aware of himself gasping with the intense pleasure, he felt warmth, incredible warmth surround his cock. It felt like someone’s mouth had just completely taken him in, the whole length, and encompass his manhood with the moist warmth of an experienced mouth. He let out a groan as he felt the cum start to boil in his balls. He had never experienced something so intense, it felt as if that mouth was trying to draw all of his insides through his cock, the pleasure was so indescribable, he felt as if he were ready to pass out. He could feel his balls tighten and his legs stiffen with the pressure that was focused right at his manhood. Then he felt the sweet gentle breath at his ears and when he felt his nipples being pinched as if they had been nipped, he went over the edge and the build up of pressure between his legs sent his cum spewing with such force, all he could think of was that it would certainly hit the ceiling. With a moan and a groan that could only come from such intense pleasure, his hips thrust upward, as he felt the non-existent mouth go down deeper on his manhood. He could feel the cum spew out, wave after wave, he knew it had to have been a lot and yet he couldn’t see any. But he felt it. It felt like someone had just swallowed his cock down their throat and their tongue was lapping his balls for all it was worth. He jerked and jerked. He didn’t think he was going to stop. He slowly became aware of the caressing on his legs and his chest as his orgasm was diminishing. It still felt like someone had his cock in his or her mouths but he could feel it starting to soften. It wasn’t to the point of shrinking, just soften. The last thing Eric was aware of was someone sweetly whispering, “Sleep my love, sleep,” and he slept. ************** Eric slowly awoke to the sensation of pressure on his hips and for just a moment, he thought he had to be dreaming again. He just knew that last night had been a dream, there could have been no other excuse. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw Chrissy starting to straddle him, her hand on his already hard cock, pointing towards her cunt. The next moment she slid over him and groaned as his massive tool slid to the hilt in her cunt. God, she was so hot. She was so wet. She was ready for him and she knew what she wanted. Seeing him awake, she leaned over and kissed him, the nipples on her breasts already hard and protruding, pressing into his chest. “Oh Eric, I love you so much,” she panted. She was slowly moving back and forth on his cock and he could feel the head of his cock at her cervix. She was panting and gasping as she rocked back and forth. “Honey,” she said, “you were so incredible last night. I thought I had dreamed it. Oh, the way you were lapping at my cunt.” She rose from his chest and as she continued to rock back a forth on his cock, she reached down and felt her clit as it came in contact with his prick. She slid her finger along the tip of her clit as she continued to slide, the ring of her cervix rubbing the tip of his prick. “Ohhh, geez Chrissy, you are so hot. If you keep that up, I’m going to blow a hole in you, I just know it.” He could feel the pressure start to build again. Could last night have been just a wild, intensely erotic dream? Right now, he couldn’t care less; he could feel Chrissy’s cunt muscles start to massage him as if her body was milking him. “Honey, I’m going to cum, soon, I don’t know how long I can last,” he groaned. She was panting as she moaned, “Yes, cum in me, I’m going to cum, I want to feel your hot spunk inside me, I want to feel it gush, I want to feel is hit me, oh god, hon, I’m almost there, I’m almost there, give it to me, please------nooooowwww, I’m cuuuuummmmiiinnng!!!” And with that her hips lunged and she started to shake and Eric’s cock felt as if he was going to poke a hole right through her. As her cunt muscles spasmed, Eric could feel his balls tighten and as her cervix rubbed against him once more his cock hardened and grew even more as his balls spewed his juices into her cunt. When she felt the hot juices of his cum hit her cervix, she let out with a loud moan and started cumming again, her hips clasping him and her body shaking with the force of her pleasure. It was all he could do to hang on to her hips as she road his cock. His cock had a mind of its own as it refused to soften. He kept thrusting upward, he grabbed her tits in his hands as she rode him and he pinched and tweaked her nipples. Her cunt was milking him for all he was worth. He could not believe that he even had anything to give her, yet his balls spewed another and then another load into her womanhood as her pleasure started to subside. With an audible sigh, she leaned forward and lay on his chest. His cock was still in her, but he held her close as his and her breathing was slowly returning to normal. He held her to him, caressing her back as his arms encircled her. His breathing became one with hers as they lay together. Unexpectedly to Eric, she started to whimper softly into his chest. “Eric, I don’t think I could love you any more than I do. I love you so much. How did I get so lucky?” Eric didn’t answer her; he just held her close. He was aware of her breathing, the warmth between her legs as her womanhood still clutch him in her embrace, and he was aware of the love that was flowing from between both their legs. He knew he would never love another as much as her. ************** After a shower and a change of clothes, the young couple thought they might spend some time looking around this fantastic place. Neither one of them where in a hurry to leave and so they decided a nice breakfast might be in order. Strangely, without having to look for them, Harold and Margaret were right there when they needed them. “And what can I fix for you young ones, this morning?” Mrs. Parker asked as the two took a seat at the table. “Well,” replied Eric, “we were wondering about a simple breakfast of eggs and bacon, maybe some toast?” As if by magic the aroma of bacon and the smell of bread toasting assaulted their senses. Harold said, “Ah yes, the all American breakfast. A couple after my own heart.” And with that he threw a wink in Eric’s direction. Harold had been reading a local paper when he put it aside and asked the couple point blank, “Well, laddies, did you have an interesting and enjoyable evening?” Eric and Chrissy looked to each other a flush of red spreading to their faces. “Yes, we needed this getaway,” Eric said, “hopefully we didn’t keep you awake.” “Oh goodness no,” replied Margaret, “we slept like little babies dearie.” “Uhh, umm, do you maybe have any questions you would like to ask us?” Harold asked. Again, the young couple exchanged glances as Eric spoke, “Well, not right now, but yea, there are a few things that, well, kind of peaked our interest.” Possession Ch. 01 “We thought we might take a little stroll through the garden. Maybe, take in some of the wonderful flowers that you have here.” Chrissy said. “Honey, you take all the time you need.” And with that Margaret served them both with a generous serving of bacon, scrambled eggs and wheat toast with cactus jelly. ************** “No, I’m not kidding, babe,” Eric said, “I don’t mean to be crude, but hon, I was eating out your ass, and loving it, by the way.” Chrissy blushed as he said that to her. “But I know you were eating my pussy! That’s what finally sent me over the edge!” She was almost imploring him to believe her. They had climbed up a small path that overlooked the garden, and finding small bench at an outcropping decided to sit and take in the view. It was Eric who first broached the subject that had plagued his mind. “Honey,” he continued, “I know I fantasize, but I swear, while you were out like a light, something, or someone, was doing to me, what I could never have imagined.” Chrissy looked at him and asked, “You’re not disappointed in me are you?” “Oh, god no, Chrissy! I love you so very much; and believe it or not, what happened yesterday only made me love you all the more, if that is even possible. I just don’t want to leave yet. I want to see where this takes us. After all, we did want to get away to relax and not have any undue interference’s. And, the Parkers do seem to be very hospitable and genuine.” “Oh, Eric, if you are happy, so am I. I feel so, so alive. I feel like there is something, something wonderful just waiting around the corner for us. We have the time, let’s stay for a bit longer, at least.” Chrissy had a smile on her face that could have melted the hardest heart. That’s probably why I love her so, Eric thought to himself. “There’s just a couple of things I need to ask Harold about,” Eric said as he took his wife’s hand in his. “I think there is something he either wants to tell us; I can’t place my finger on it, but I feel he wants to talk. I thought maybe later I would get with him for just a bit.” Eric scooted closer to Chrissy as he put his arm around her shoulder. Looking out upon the expanse of the garden it was so hard to believe that an oasis like this was smack dab in the middle of the desert. It was almost as if they were in another world. Here they felt, or at least he felt, like the cares of the world were a thing from times past. He held her tight as he sighed and continued to look upon the flora before them. ************** “You bet, kiddo, it’ll get me out of the house for a bit. Why don’t we walk this way,” Harold said as he took Eric’s elbow. Chrissy had excused herself for a short nap. “I know you don’t know it, but oh, quite a few years ago, the wife and I were in the same place as you. I couldn’t have imagined we would be where we are now. Yep, I’ll tell you one thing, I don’t believe in coincidence, I believe in fate, or destiny if you choose to call it.” Eric liked talking with the old man. It reminded him of the times he used to spend with his wife’s parents before they had passed away. He never had that with his parents, but when he met Chrissy’s parents it was a whole new experience for him. Harold interrupted Eric’s thoughts, “Go ahead laddie, you’ll be surprised that nothing surprises me.” Again, he gave Eric that mischievous wink. So, Eric thought, ‘what the hell’ and spilled all that was on his mind about the events of the night before. Harold didn’t act a bit surprised, just as he said, but rather kept nodding at different times, maybe adding an “a huh” once in a while, all the while allowing Eric to finish telling his story. Harold had led them to another part of the garden that opened upon a circular area that was decorated with white and red decorative rock. In the center of the area, very prominently stood what looked to be a marble altar or obelisk. Eric kind of perked up and looked around, as Harold led him by the elbow to one of the many marble benches that surrounded the altar. Harold sensed the questions that were starting to form in Eric’s mind. “Oh, don’t worry Eric, were not weirdo’s or anything. Actually this complex, the garden, the manor, this whole area is about 175 years old.” “But,” Eric started, “it looks so new.” “Well, son, it’s because of the magic in the place and, well, how can I put this, the keepers.” Harold watched the young man as the words began to sink in. “Uh, what, do you mean, the keepers? And magic?” Eric stammered. “Yeah, kiddo, you heard me. Listen, I reacted the same way, all those years ago. Margaret and I were young and in love, or so we thought. But taking that drive up here changed our lives and it was worth it. You’ll feel the same way to. You and Chrissy both will.” Eric felt that maybe, his mind was filling with cotton, “Wh-wha-what do you mean we’ll feel the same.” He started to think that he was entering into an area he wasn’t sure he wanted answers too. Harold just looked at him and smiled. Eric started to sense that presence of calm, or peace that he felt the night before. Not exactly the same, he thought. It was a peace without the arousal aspect, but he thought he could almost hear the faint whispers. Harold watched him and then said, “Yeah, you’ve got the sense. You and Chrissy both do. You have it a bit stronger but it will grow in her as well.” Eric still looked confused. Harold just chuckled, “You remember when you struggled?” He didn’t wait for Eric to reply as he could tell he had his undivided attention. “Well, kiddo,” again with that arresting smile, “our time is up and you’ve been chosen.” “Chosen? What do you mean? This is wacko!” But even as the words escaped his mouth a sense came over him. Longing? Completeness? He wasn’t sure, but he knew that what Harold was telling him was right. “Yep. You’ve got the sense.” Harold had a way of saying lots with just a little. “By the way, I’ve got to sit aside here. But don’t be shocked and don’t struggle, just go with the flow.” At first Eric was wondering where in the world this conversation had turned and then all of a sudden he was swamped with the feeling of presence again. He recognized it from the night before. It made the hairs on his hands and the back of his neck stand on end. He felt the blood start to rush again as he felt his cock strain against the fabric of his pants. He felt as if his cock was going to break through with or without his help. Don’t panic, he thought to himself. He looked over at Harold who had taken a seat on the ground about twenty feet away, and saw the nod of his head and the smile. Harold had said to go with the flow, and don’t struggle. My god what was happening? He felt himself gliding. He was not walking, and he was not struggling, but it was as if many hands had gently lifted him and just glided him towards the altar. Oh god, he thought, they’re going to sacrifice me, whomever they are! No. No, Harold said to go with the flow. What had he said? Him and Margaret had been through the same thing years ago? He forced his mind to relax. As he did, he felt himself being lifted to about a foot above the altar. He was hearing the whispers again. “Peace, do not be afraid. You have been chosen.” It was like a gentle breeze breathing upon his hearing. He could feel the sun upon his face; the heat of the air seemed to calm his nerves. He was floating. How could that be? It hardly felt like anything was holding him. What had Harold said? It was the magic? Yes, it was the magic! Go with the flow. These thoughts were starting to bring a sense of calm, a sense of well being. Or maybe it was whoever was behind this, this sense of presence. What were they? Harold hadn’t really said. He said keepers. Were they ghosts, sprites, what? He couldn’t see them, but he sure could feel them. As he lay there, floating approximately a foot off the altar, he could feel his shoes being removed. Then his socks. Next he felt his belt being undone and his zipper being pulled down. The anticipation was building as he remembered the previous night’s escapade. He had no way of knowing whether this would be a repeat, but glancing over at Harold, he didn’t have any worries. His pants were removed as if someone pulled them from below. His shorts were next and then, his shirt was being unbuttoned. His cock was already standing straight from his body, the veins already bulging with the pressure of blood flooding his manhood. Geez, the air felt good on his body. His shirt fell to the altar and then to the ground and then he could feel himself slowly descending. Eric tried to prepare himself for the cold hardness of the marble slab, but was surprised when his back seemed to sink into warmth. It was almost like there was nothing supporting him. He just stopped at the point where the altar began. The sensation was strange as he forced himself to relax his tensed muscles. He was able to move a bit. Maybe he did learn a lesson from the night before. He glanced over at Harold and was surprised to see the older man was himself, completely naked. Again, Harold just nodded and smiled. All Eric could think, was, how strange is that? He heard the whispering, as the sounds seemed to coalesce and become stronger. It was the sound of many voices. Mostly female, maybe a few males, it was hard to tell. “You’ve been chosen!” they whispered. “We partake of you and in turn give you strength.” Did he hear that right? His mind began to race. “Relax. Enjoy. Peace to you,” the whispers sensed his uneasiness and as before an almost hypnotic sense of calm came over him. He became aware of a very gentle breeze beginning to flow around him. At least he thought it could be a breeze. It was warm, like breathy summer kisses. They were becoming more localized rather than just overall and then he knew that whatever was to happen was beginning. The breaths or whatever it was, was becoming stronger. At his ears, the nape of his neck. Yes, he felt it at his sides. Oh—yes, he felt as if someone were gently blowing on his balls. He could feel his scrotal sac begin to tighten as his balls started to draw up. He couldn’t help but start to moan. Someone blew on the head of his cock while another blew at the base of his balls. He could feel gentle, almost dainty hands spread his legs a bit more apart. He felt the breath blow not just on his balls but on the crack of his ass. He was amazed that even though he seemed to be laying on the flat slab, he could feel the moist air tickle the hairs on his balls and flow right up the crack of his butt to the small of his back. He thought last night was something. Last night was nothing compared to this. God, how could it get much better? He was moaning and almost whimpering so pleasurable was the feeling he was receiving. It felt like twenty or thirty mouths were blowing kisses all over his body. There wasn’t an erogenous zone that they didn’t get. How much pleasure can one person stand? Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw movement and glanced over at Harold. He had to rethink his ideas about what constituted an old man! Harold had a hard-on that definitely rivaled Eric’s own. And, Harold was stroking his rod, as he watched Eric becoming aroused. The first kiss brought Eric back to his pleasure. It was warm and moist, on his lips! He still couldn’t see anyone, but there was no mistaking it; this was the kiss of a passionate woman! He felt kisses on his cheeks, as the one kissing his lips forced his mouth open and played with his tongue with hers. If he had thought there were twenty or so hands on him, it felt that there had to have been that or more mouths and tongues kissing and caressing, him every place imaginable. He felt tongues on his balls, gently flicking and tickling the hairs as other tongues or lips were kissing his legs. He felt them on the bottom of his feet and on the insides of his thighs. He wanted to grab his cock so bad and stroke it to orgasm. But he still couldn’t move his arms on his own. His cock looked like it had grown enormous! He could feel the lips and the tongues gently flicking at his burgeoning manhood. It wasn’t hard enough or enough pressure to get him off, and yet, it was enough to bring him right to the edge. Eric felt like they were just letting him dangle there, it was almost like blessed torture. He had an instant thought. Could you die of pleasure? If you could he didn’t care because he knew he would die a happy man. He could feel his cock jerk. He tried to push his hips up, but no matter how much he tried the pressure, the kisses the tonguing was a steady pressure. He was moaning continually now, gasping, as his breathing was deep and heavy. God, how much could he take? It felt so good. It felt so fucking good! And then, his balls tightened, his cock jerked and spasmed and wave after wave hit him in the gut as he spewed his cum. He came and came. Wave after wave as his hips jerked and his cock jerked and spewed. He could still feel the kissing and the whispers grew in intensity and everywhere that his cum went he could feel tongues lapping and the jism disappeared. It was so different to feel the sensations and not see who was giving him such intense pleasure. His cock continued to spew gradually diminishing and just as his breathing started to calm, he felt the mouth surround his member. Just like the night before. It engulfed him completely. He could feel the person’s tongue lap at his balls, while he felt the person’s lips surround the base of his cock. He felt the caresses on his legs, on the insides of his thighs and he felt two warm mouths begin to suck on his nipples. There was no way that his cock was going to get soft. The voices were getting louder and becoming more intense, or so he thought. Just then, as the pressure started building again, he heard a loud groan and turned his head to see Harold rise to his feet and his cock, sticking straight out from his body start to jerk. He knew Harold was cumming, he knew the signs, and the way Harold’s hips were jerking. The look on Harold’s face told Eric that Harold was in heaven. Just as Harold started to spurt his cum, it flew through the air and disappeared into – nothing! Then while Harold was still in the throes of his orgasm, one that Eric realized even rivaled his, Harold levitated to about five feet above the ground, parallel to the ground with his cock pointing down and still spewing into empty air. Uncanny! Harold’s arms where out at his sides, his legs were spread apart in a vee and he looked like a kid in a candy store. Eric was amazed at the stamina, and the amount of cum that continued to spew from Harold’s member. As Eric looked on, Harold’s orgasm began to diminish and he slowly descended to the ground to lay on the grass with his eyes toward heaven. Even though Eric never considered himself a voyeur, the sight of Harold cumming got his own cock hard and ready for what more was to come. Then something changed. He still felt the kisses, the caresses, the feelings and sensations kept him hard, but now he was starting to smell something, something familiar, but, seemingly out of place. It almost reminded him of cinnamon; maybe sweet cinnamon. The more he took in the aroma, the more his cock got harder, if that was even possible and something else was happening. He began to lick his lips. Whatever it was, he knew he wanted it. He had to have it. Then just as he began lusting, yes that was it, lusting for it, the mouth on his cock changed and he felt it turning around, turning around on his cock and as he was digesting these new sensations, he felt another kiss on his lips. No. No, it wasn’t a kiss; his tongue flicked out. ‘Oh my god’, he thought, ‘I’ve died and gone to heaven.’ He wanted more. He knew then that he was tasting pussy. The best pussy in the world. It was intoxicating, it was exhilarating, and he continued to lap and to probe with his tongue this invisible treasure trove. Even though he couldn’t see anything he tasted it and he knew there was definitely something there. He just didn’t care; it was the best thing he had ever had. His cock was hard and yet, he didn’t care about his erection, he wanted more of this warm and tasty treat at his lips. He was aware of the voices, the whispers; the tone was changing becoming more intense. Suddenly the mouth was off his cock, but he didn’t care, all he could think of was pleasuring this beauty at his mouth. Then just as suddenly, he became aware of another sensation. In place of the mouth on his cock, he felt another pressure at his cock. He knew what it was. The head of his prick was being positioned at the head of someone’s cunt; and that cunt was hot! It was like a volt of electricity going through his cock and into his balls. His cock jerked as if to greet that envelope of female warmth. He continued to dive into the pussy at his lips his tongue flicking what he presumed to be the person’s clit. The more he licked and flicked, the more he was rewarded with that nectar of female love. It was as if it flowed into his system and made him of iron or steel. That is almost how he felt. He felt strong, stronger than he had ever been, and there was no denying the fact that he had lasted longer than he ever had. If he was to be the ‘keepers’ sex toy, then so be it. As he became more aware of the cunt descending upon his cock, he actually felt that the person’s cunt wasn’t just tight, but it felt as if his cock was actually growing in girth. As the female continued her downward plunge upon his cock, he felt, ‘how could it be’, but kisses upon his balls, and then without a warning he felt the person on top of him slam herself down on his cock. He let out with an “ummphh” and then felt the ring of her cervix wrap around the head of his penis. He had never felt that intense arousal before. What was the limit to pleasure? Was there even a limit? Just at that moment he could have sworn he heard long drawn out moans, almost like a chorus in harmony and he felt a flood of sweet cinnamon flavored nectar gush down his throat. As the nectar drained down, his cock felt like it inflated even more and then he felt the women’s cervix start to squeeze around his prick as if it were milking him. As the sensations continued he knew then that something had changed and now, as the person at his mouth moved from his face, he again felt the lips and the tongue probing his mouth. The heat from that kiss went down his chest and seemed to radiate between his thighs. He felt his ass pucker as the sensation seem to travel inside. It was almost as if something as wormed it’s way to his prostate. In that moment, the ring around his cock tightened, someone’s hand gently caressed his balls, his nipples were pinched and as the tongue probed his mouth, his cock blew. The person’s cervix seemed to start to vibrate around his cock, milking him as it did. Her cunt muscles were spasming around his engorged cock as if to massage all of his pent up cum towards her womb. The feeling was intense and incredible. His insides tensed as he continued to spew, no, to shoot his seed into her. He had no idea how he was able to maintain the flow, but sure enough, she received all he had to give. Then just as suddenly, it was over. His cock came out of her cervix with an audible, albeit a muffled pop, and she was gone. The kisses continued though as whoever was left didn’t hesitate to clean him and remove every trace of cum with their tongues. He felt release, not just sexually, but also physically. He sat up. Harold was gone, probably went back to the manor, so Eric hopped off the altar and gathered up his clothes. As he pulled up his pants and buttoned his shirt, he was amazed at the intensity of the experience and yet, he didn’t feel the least bit tired. In fact, he felt rather refreshed. Looking around one last time, he just shook his head and smiled. Boy, Chrissy is not going to believe this! Possession Ch. 01 To be continued: This is my first attempt at writing erotica. Any and all comments are appreciated and please, take a moment to vote. Thanks so much. Possession Ch. 02 Unbeknownst to Eric, Chrissy had her own fears to conquer. She had thought she was just going to take a small nap. After Eric had said he was going to talk with Harold, a blanket of weariness covered her and she thought a nap would be nice. As she walked into the house, Margaret Parker greeted her at the door. “Going to take a little nap sweetie?” she pleasantly asked. Before Chrissy even thought about how coincidental the question was, she answered, “Yeah, must be all the desert air.” Then the question dawned on her and she just looked at Margaret who greeted her with that heartwarming smile. “Well, you rest good, sweetie.” And with that Margaret left for another part of the house. Chrissy, trudged up the stairs to her bedroom and entered, reaching for the buttons on her blouse as she closed the door. As she stood by the bed, slowly undoing her buttons, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length floor mirror at the other side of her bed. She paused at her top button, and then sauntered over to stand in front of the mirror. Chrissy stared back at the 25-year-old woman looking back in the mirror. She cocked her head to the side as she surveyed what she saw. The blouse she was wearing had flared out at the bottom allowing a peek at her midriff and she nonchalantly placed her hands on the flat of her stomach and let out a sigh. Chrissy was not what you would consider vain, but she let out a sigh at what she saw and then became aware. ‘Aware of what’ she thought to herself. She just glanced over her shoulder to see if someone else was with her, and then when not seeing anyone she turned back to look at herself in the mirror. At her ears she heard very, very softly, “Chrissy, you and Eric have been chosen. Do not be afraid. Relax. Enjoy. Be at peace.” To her it was almost like a breath of air, it was so light, could she have been imagining. The next thing she noticed was the weariness she had felt had lifted as suddenly as it had fallen. She felt alive. Actually, she was starting to feel horny. And it started at her feet and was working it’s way up her legs like a flush. She glanced in the mirror and traced the line of her neck with her fingers. She flicked her hair back from her shoulders. She let out a low, almost animal moan as a wave of erotic heat hit her. The next thing she knew was standing in front of the mirror with her arms held out from her sides and she couldn’t move. Actually that wasn’t entirely right; she could move her head and her eyes, but the rest of her was just motionless. She didn’t feel pressure. In fact she almost felt weightless just standing there in front of the mirror. She also realized that she wasn’t afraid. She was almost—almost expectant. That was it. She was at peace. She felt calm. She was just waiting. For what she didn’t know, but she really wasn’t concerned. ‘Should I be?’ she thought to herself. Then she felt it at her ears, yes, and at the nape of her neck, and also at her shoulders. A faint breath, like a lover would give just before a kiss. She closed her eyes for just a second and reveled in the sensuousness of the moment. ‘Oh, yes that felt so sexy’, she thought. She let out a little whimper, then glanced in the mirror. She didn’t know what she expected to see, but there she was, and she even thought she looked hot herself. Then she noticed it, not really felt it at first, but the top button of her blouse came undone, seemingly by itself. The blouse parted at her shoulders and slid down of it’s own volition. The next thing she saw was it flying to land on the rocking chair placed by the big picture window. Again she wondered, ‘Should I be afraid?’ but she knew she wasn’t. She was becoming rapidly taken up in the feelings that she was having. She felt a rush of heat, not just warmth, but heat flow into her womanhood and she let out a little moan. Just then she heard her bedroom door open. She couldn’t turn her head enough to see, but she could just make out the figure of Mrs. Parker enter her room. Margaret Parker went to the rocker and pulled it aside, removed Chrissy’s blouse and threw it on the night stand then took a seat in the chair. Chrissy had a fleeting thought that she should be concerned, but again, all she felt was peace and comfort. “There’s nothing to worry about sweetie. You and Eric have been chosen by the keepers and they will not harm you. On the contrary, they will treat you very, very well.” Margaret was starting to remove her blouse as she spoke very softly. Chrissy found she couldn’t speak, she could only moan and whimper, but she didn’t care. Not that she was an exhibitionist either, but she just didn’t seem to have a care in her body right now. “You see, Chrissy, Harold is having a conversation with Eric right now and when Eric gets back you will have such wondrous things to talk about. Our time has come to move on and get on with our life. We have had so much to fill us, but we now need the time to ourselves.” All the time that Margaret was talking she was removing her clothes. Her blouse, her bra, her long skirt. She was definitely making herself comfortable, and all the while she was talking and disrobing, Chrissy was being adorned with breathy little kisses and caresses. Chrissy was hearing Margaret, but she was also so caught up in the sensations that were coming at her. She heard rather than felt the zipper on her pants go down and then a tug and her pants hit the floor and then went flying to hit the bed. She thought she could hear little gasps and sighs, but she knew she was probably wrong. “Oh yes, honey,” whispered Margaret, “they are very pleased. You will do well by them.” If Chrissy could have she would have probably shook her head and frowned but just then she felt her panties slide down her legs and a rush of air hit her sparsely hair-covered mound. “Ohhhhh,” she was only able to sigh “Ummmm.” She felt the heat rise to her face and in the mirror she could see the redness spread across her face and chest. She could see Margaret in the background now standing by the bed, and her hair, which Chrissy had always seen in a bun, was now flowing luxuriously across her shoulders and back. ‘My god,’ thought Chrissy, ‘she’s beautiful.’ Sure enough standing there totally in the nude, Margaret didn’t look so matronly now. In fact, she looked rather exotic. Her skin didn’t appear to have a wrinkle at all. Her tits were full, with large nipples and they didn’t sag at all. If Chrissy were to guess, she would have thought her to be sixty or so years, but her body certainly didn’t look it. The only thing to really give the appearance of age was the gray streaks flowing interspersed through her hair. As Chrissy continued to appraise her apparent host, she also noticed that Margaret didn’t have a speck of hair on her pussy. In fact she looked as pure as a newborn babe. Chrissy felt herself becoming even more aroused as she looked. Then Margaret who had just let Chrissy’s eyes have their fill, began to lay on the bed as she said, “Sweetie, the keepers feed off of our pleasure and sex. They depend upon our arousal and in return, they give us strength and vitality, and yes, maybe even a bit of lust. But you will find completeness and satisfaction in their care. In all of the years that Harold and I have been serving, we have never once been sick. In fact we have never wanted for anything and our love for each other as well as others the keepers bring us only grows. “But as with all things, we are getting older. It takes more energy to feed them, and they in turn have to feed us more to be able to sustain themselves. It’s kind of like a symbiotic relationship. They need us, but they give us what we need to be able to feed them. But time takes its toll on all people. “Sweetie, you wouldn’t believe how old Harold and I are even if we told you, but we know it is time for us to see the world that we have been sheltered from and in reality we are looking forward to it. “Now, hon, you just relax and enjoy what they are going to give you. Don’t mind me here, they have giving me the honor of feeding them one more time. Honey don’t be embarrassed either. The more you give in to what they have for you, the more strength and vitality you receive and the more they are fed.” And with that she lay her head upon the pillows and started to caress her skin around her breasts. During all this time, Chrissy was hearing and storing the information, but the sensations she was feeling were not letting up. In fact if anything they were becoming more intense as she felt not only light breathing, but she was sure she could feel gentle little kisses taking place over her legs, stomach, back and butt cheeks. Margaret’s explanation gave her reasons for what she was feeling even if a lot of questions remained unanswered, but it certainly helped relieve her mind of any thoughts of fear. Whoever these keepers were or where they came from would just have to be answered at a later time. Right now, Chrissy was only intent upon the sensations she was feeling spreading over her whole body. Along with the kisses and she did recognize them as just that, warm, moist kisses, she also felt as if dozens of hands were caressing her all over. Actually, all over –except- in the places she was starting to feel a need for touch. As she closed her eyes, she didn’t need the view of the mirror now, she could feel the arousal rise and ebb. She knew that she was getting wet between her legs. Every once in a while, she could feel a breeze, or breath, lightly for sure, but there was no mistaking it; and when she started to concentrate on the sensations in another part of her body, that breath would reassert itself and she would gasp with the pleasure it was giving. She knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that her cunt lips would leak more moisture every time she’d receive that breath. She was basking in the pleasure of the moment and as she sighed she opened her eyes and for a second what she saw astounded her. She was no longer in front of the mirror but actually over the bed, floating probably about two feet suspended above the covers. Margaret was on the bed to the side of her and all Chrissy could imagine was that Margaret was enjoying the same attention, as Margaret’s chest was heaving with heavy breathing. Chrissy hadn’t heard it before but Margaret was moaning and whimpering very obviously in pleasure. It was actually turning Chrissy on all the more. Here she was floating above the bed, she could feel kisses and caresses all over her body, her cunt was flowing juices, her body was flushed and right in front of her was a beautiful woman, in the arms of ecstasy. Chrissy had a hard time comprehending. Emotionally it was almost overpowering. Chrissy herself started to moan just watching and then Margaret looked up with, with what? All Chrissy could imagine was that there was a world of pleasure and joy and fulfillment behind those eyes. Margaret was gasping, but she was able to blurt out, “Hon, you’ll never want anything less!” Then to her amazement, Chrissy watched as Margaret’s cunt lips flared open. Chrissy could see her engorged, and large, clit as Margaret’s pussy opened up. God it almost looked like she might give birth. Then Margaret began to buck up, as if forcing herself up to meet something. Margaret’s face flushed, she moaned and started to whimper, not quite crying, but definitely in pleasure, her arms went up to wrap around something, and her legs went up and wrapped around what Chrissy could only surmise was a male form. Margaret was bucking up and down on the bed and thrashing. Margaret was almost pleading, “Yes, oh yeeeessss, don’t stooppp, yesss, yesss, ohhhhh goooodddddd, ohhh yoooouuu feeeeell sssooo gooooodddd. Giivvveee itt tooo meee!” Chrissy was enraptured. She had never witnessed anyone other than her husband in the throes of ecstasy. As she was watching, her body turned in the air and slowly descended to the bed, right next to the beautiful woman writhing in ecstasy. Chrissy really didn’t feel the pressure of the bed on her back. She just assumed she was lying there. The next sensation she felt was her nipples were being sucked. It was so weird! She couldn’t see anyone and yet it was unmistakable what was happening. Then, while she was concentrating on her nipples with amazement, someone planted a kiss right on her pussy. A kiss? Hell no, that was no just lips, that was someone’s tongue that just took a swipe at the juices flowing between her legs. Chrissy let out with a long howl that sent shivers up her own spine and her back arched up as if to plunge her pussy on the mouth doing the deed. Heat run from mound up to her tits where she felt two sets of teeth give her nipples a little nip. ‘Oh god,’ she thought, ‘how much pleasure can I stand? I DON’T WANT IT TO STOP!’ Her hips began to squirm and move, her legs were spread apart and as she felt the tongue start to flick at her clit, she swore she could feel other lips and tongues going up the inside of her thighs. The tongue at her clit was making little circles around the engorged member. Teasing, was the thought that came to mind? Every once in a while, it would feel like a light little nip that would cause her to tense up and let out a little gasp. ‘How could heaven be better than this?’ she thought. She felt waves of pleasure. That was the best she could think of, was that they were waves of pleasure going from her legs, up over and through her cunt, and feeling like they were leaving through her nipples. Her nipples were more engorged than she had ever seen. In fact, to her they looked like they might have been sticking up a half to three quarters of an inch. AND SENSITIVE! God they were so sensitive. Every time she would feel a nip or a suck on her nipples it would be like a shot of electricity pulling at her cunt. It would feel like whoever was doing the sucking was trying to suck her cunt up and out of her nipples. Then right when she felt someone or someones kissing the insides of her thighs and the person kissing and tonguing around her clit; the someones who were sucking her nipples, nipped them with, she could only imagine teeth, and the someone at her clit sucked it into her mouth that’s when she felt her insides exploded! She began bucking and thrashing on the bed; her legs were flopping around spasming. She felt wave after wave of pleasure, unimaginable pleasure course through her body. It felt like it started at her toes and came out her head with her body stuck in the middle. She was gasping and breathing heavy, she thought she might pass out again and just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore she felt the lips lock onto hers and felt a tongue press for entrance. She moaned upon the tongue and flicked at it with hers, she grabbed the other tongue and hummed and moaned while holding it in her mouth. Her eyes opened and for the fraction of a second she was startled to see Margaret over her kissing her so passionately. Chrissy had never had an experience with another woman. Eric had been her one and only lover until she had come here. Her mouth continued to probe Margaret’s mouth and she didn’t care, she was so lost in the pleasure and excitement of the moment. That is what allowed her body to calm. Her arousal hadn’t calmed, but her bucking and thrashing ceased as she let this older woman embrace her so intimately. Margaret’s kisses were so sweet and warm and moist. Chrissy could imagine herself falling into this other person. She had the sensation that if she could she would just meld with her and become one with her. Chrissy’s breathing calmed and she found herself caressing and holding Margaret. The kisses she was feeling were so different than that of the keepers. She could see and touch Margaret. She knew she could return the pleasure. With the keepers, she felt them pleasure her, but she had no sensation of whether they were receiving pleasure from her, she could only assume. Chrissy had this wild thought enter her mind as she continued to respond to Margaret’s kisses. She wondered what it would be like to go down on another woman as the keepers had gone down on her. As if reading her mind, Margaret removed her lips from Chrissy’s but didn’t stop kissing her. Instead, she started planting kisses on Chrissy’s chin, then on her neck and was continuing downward. Chrissy’s breathing started deepening again with the anticipation of what was happening or with the prospect of what was going to happen. Margaret went down and with one hand cradling one of Chrissy’s breasts, her lips secured themselves on the younger woman’s other nipple. As Margaret sucked on Chrissy’s nipple, the young woman moaned and said, “Ohhhh, goddd, Margaret I’m getting so hot—ho- hot again!” When she realized she said that she gasped in surprise. “I want you please, let me kiss you, le-le-let mee taste you pllleeeseee.” Margaret moaned with Chrissy’s nipple in her mouth and then started to shift her body around. She continued to lay a trail of kisses down the young woman’s abdomen heading for the beauty of her younger cunt. Chrissy grabbed Margaret’s legs and pulled them to her and then up and over her as Margaret kneeled with her own cunt inches away from Chrissy’s lips. Margaret leaned down and gave a lick to Chrissy’s mound and sniffed. She could smell the young girl’s arousal and it sent a rush of warmth flooding into her own pussy. She leaned over and planted her lips on Chrissy’s cunt and moaned out an “Ummmmmm.” Chrissy could feel Margaret’s lips and then her kisses and then, ‘oh mercy’, she thought, she felt the older woman’s more experienced tongue probe and lick. Chrissy couldn’t hold any longer and she pulled Margaret’s hips down to her so that Margaret’s pussy was even with her own mouth. Without a trace of timidity, Chrissy plunged her own tongue into Margaret’s love channel and as the first traces of Margaret’s juices touched her tongue, she moaned and hummed and licked and flicked. She pulled Margaret’s hips to her so that her cunt was right on her mouth and the only thing supporting Margaret was Chrissy’s face. Chrissy had never tasted anything so wonderfully naughty. Oh yeah, she had swallowed Eric’s cum, but it was totally different. She thought that with male cum you have to get used to the taste, but this, this beautiful female nectar could become addictive. As she continued to experience the joy of Margaret’s womanhood, she caressed and squeezed Margaret’s butt cheeks. Margaret’s hips were moving back and forth trying to burrow deeper into Chrissy’s mouth when Chrissy took Margaret’s cheeks in both hands and spread them. Chrissy’s finger started to inch towards Margaret’s puckered sphincter when the older woman let out a groan into the younger woman’s cunt. Margaret’s arousal was causing her cunt to flow and Chrissy was surprised at how much wetness Margaret produced. Then just as she was getting into the rhythm Margaret sucked Chrissy’s clit into her mouth flicked it with her tongue. With two of her fingers, she spread Chrissy’s pussy lips and plunged her fingers into the opening. Chrissy felt as if someone had shot a small jolt of electricity through her clit and then—her hips jerked up to Margaret’s mouth and Chrissy moaned into Margaret’s cunt. Another orgasm hit Chrissy, not as strong as the earlier one, but pleasurable non-the less. She returned the favor and sucked Margaret’s clit into her mouth and imitating Margaret, plunged two fingers into her cunt. Margaret’s cunt let loose with a gush of female cum, and when it hit Chrissy’s tongue it was like a stimulant. Chrissy started bucking and jerking, her tongue lapping at Margaret’s pussy trying to collect all that she gave so as to spill not a drop. Chrissy’s legs jerked and tensed, they held on the Margaret’s head, and Margaret, every bit experienced stayed on for the ride. Possession Ch. 02 As the morning dawned Kristen awoke looking at Nikki as she slept. A sly smile crossed Kristen's lips as she mentally planned out the day for the two of them. Reaching over she raked her nails gently across Nikki's smooth back and down to her ass, she started to stir under Kristen's touch. As she turned over Kristen propped her head up on her hand and looked into Nikki's deep blue eyes, thinking to herself how shy and innocent, almost virginal her new pet seemed. She whispered one single command to the girl, to which Nikki eagerly complied "Pleasure me my pet." Nikki immediately started to suck and lick her newfound Mistress' nipples and continued until soft moans began to escape Kristen then she continued downward enjoying fully every square inch of her body. Once she reached Kristen's vaginal area she teased licking around the lips and on the sensitive areas at the juncture of her thighs and torso, trying her best to tease and torment this woman who had taken her over so completely in such a short time. Kristen felt as if she were on fire with lust and so badly needed release, she reached down and grabbed Nikki by her blonde tresses and guided her mouth to the folds of her soaking pussy. Nikki immediately went to her clit sucking on it as if it were a small penis hard and firm to her tongue. She continued licking this center of desire as Kristen ground her face into her dripping cunt moaning" Lick me you little slut, lick up all of that pussy juice!" She started feeling her orgasm approaching and Ground her cunt into Nikki's mouth, that mouth that seemed so intent on giving her pleasure beyond imagination. Kristen bucked and spasmed against that sweet mouth as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her body and mad her writhe in passion from the ministrations of her new pet. Finally after what seemed and eternity she relaxed and lay still as Nikki continued to slowly lick her to clean her of any leftover juices enjoying the tangy taste of her new Mistress. Then moving back up she lay her head on Kristen's breasts and rested from her duties with the rise and fall of Mistress' breathing which finally grew regular and relaxed. Smiling Kristen drew Nikki's face to hers kissing her sweet lips tasting her own juices on her lips and relishing it. The stayed that way for some time and then Kristen instructed Nikki to go downstairs fix them both a light breakfast while she herself showered and dressed for the day. Nikki only replied "Yes Mistress," and the she was gone. Kristen heard her rattling around in the kitchen as she lay out her clothes and an outfit she felt would fit Nikki. She turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature and stepped in. Meanwhile downstairs Nikki found her way around the kitchen fixing a breakfast of fruit and bagels and setting the table totally un-self-conscious of being naked in the kitchen she finished and began to feel a familiar itch between her thighs. Leaning against the granite topped counter she pinched her nipples thinking about the events since last night. She continued to play with her breasts as her nipples hardened and her excitement grew. She ran her right hand down her flat toned stomach until it reached her pussy and immediately she ran a finger over her clit and then into her cunt, fingering herself with one hand as she pinched and pulled at her nipples with the other. She felt her juices starting to trickle over her fingers she was so excited. Nikki had gotten so wrapped up in pleasuring herself she forgot all about Kristen until .... "I see someone is being naughty again," she heard her new Mistress say to her. "Oh God I am so sorry Mistress I was just so excited from pleasing you I couldn't...." "You can save the excuses for someone else pet; I am not in the least interested in them!" Snapped Kristen to her. Nikki lowered her head in shame and waited to see what would happen next. As she stood there submissively Kristen sat at the table and started to eat the food Nikki had prepared for them. "Come and eat pet, we will talk about this indiscretion later, but we have errands to run and we must discuss your future here with me if you choose to have one with me." Nikki walked over and sat down to eat but could not bring herself to look at Mistress because she felt she had disobeyed. As they ate Kristen explained things to Nikki" Pet I am fairly well fixed financially as my father left me quite an estate when her died so money is not an issue for me. I attend college mostly to keep myself busy and the rest of the time I do as I damn well please. I have told you that since I first saw you at the club I wanted you, the question at hand is do you really want what I have to offer. You can live here as my pet and lover, I will provide for all of your needs. You would attend college along with me taking courses of your choosing so long as they would benefit you in life. I will set up a trust fund in your name so you would gain some financial stability. All of this is of course on the condition of you giving yourself over to me completely, your body, and mind and & will would be for my pleasure and if I choose those I would share it with. Also understand you will be cherished and loved, never abused other than any punishment you earn as you have this morning by not receiving permission to take pleasure in yourself. I do not want you to answer right away; in fact I insist you live here for one month before you consider making your decision as it will be a lasting one that will affect the rest of your life. Do you understand my pet?" Nikki listened to all she had to say the finally looking up at Kristen she answered simply "Yes Mistress," hinking to herself she would wait the month out but she knew in own mind the answer would be yes at the end of that time. As they finished Kristen told her to go upstairs and clean up and dress in the clothes she had layed out and only those while she made some calls. Kristen walked slowly upstairs thinking all the way how her life had so drastically changed because of going to the club when she had not really wanted to. She reached the bedroom and saw the clothes on the bed, a short leather skirt with a sheer white blouse and that was all there was, no bra & no panties. She shrugged since she had no problems with modesty in fact it kind of excited her to think of going into public this way. She went into the bathroom and ran the shower and stepping into the spray she instinctively reached for her breasts but stopped remembering that she was already in trouble with Mistress, no use in adding insult to injury. Kristen was on the phone in the meantime setting up some very special appointments for her pet, ready to start showing her what would be expected in a more visual way. Bu the time Nikki had finished and walked downstairs Kristen was ready to go and they walked outside hand in hand to Kristen's Mercedes Sport Coupe and getting in drove into the downtown area. As they were riding Kristen smiled at Nikki loving the way her blonde hair shone in the sun blowing in the wind with the top down on the car. When they stopped at a light Kristen reached over unbuttoning two buttons on the blouse Nikki wore so that if she moved a certain way her beautiful breasts would come into full view, then she ran her hand up the skirt enjoying the feel of her naked skin under the tight leather skirt, teasing Nikki with her fingers until the light changed to green. They drove several blocks with Kristen playing with her at every stop. Nikki was absolutely soaking by the time they arrived at a building with a sign that read Laser Hair Removal. She looked over at Kristen obviously wondering what was going on. "Nikki I want you to know this now, if you are indeed going to be with me there are certain changes you will have to be willing to make, this is what we are doing today. We are here to have all of your pubic hair laser treated so that it will never grow back, this is something I insist on, later we will be going to get a very special tattoo inked on just below your belly button, if these are changes you are not willing or ready to make for me tell me now and I will take you back home and you can leave with no regrets, the choice is yours alone." Nikki thought a moment and instead of answering she just looked her right in the eyes and kissed Kristen passionately. They got out of the car and went inside where a friend of Kristen's was waiting to the procedure on Nikki. She was a little take aback since it was a man however she was ready to get it done for Kristen. He introduced himself as Bill wrapped his arms around Kristen and hugged her tight " Well, well miracles do happen I haven't seen you since last Halloween at the party, you shouldn't be such a stranger," and grinned at her "what have you been doing with yourself other than corrupting young boys and girls like this cutie pie?" Nikki blushed when he said that. Kristen replied "I haven't' really been doing anything you wouldn't Bill you pervert," and with that she slapped him hard on the ass. "And Bill this is my pet Nikki." Bill eyed her up and down taking in her gorgeous body and apple pie looks the put out his hand to her "Hi Nikki how are you?" She accepted his handshake also taking him in as Bill was a very handsome guy. He was in his 30's she suspected, very dark skinned black hair, gorgeous brown eyes and very neatly groomed with his pressed jeans & surgical scrub top. He seemed very warm and friendly and seemed to know Mistress in a very personal way as they chatted. Bill explained the procedure to Nikki and told her she would have to have at least one more treatment. "The only thing you will feel from this is like mild sunburn and even that will pass in a few days". The he ushered the ladies into a treatment room and told Nikki to take off her clothes. She immediately blushed asking "Can't I just pull up my skirt?" Kristen shot a look at her that let her know beyond any doubt she was to comply with Bill's instruction to strip. Resigned to this she slowly unbuttoned the frilly blouse the rest of the way allowing her breasts to fall into view. Her breasts were just slightly smaller than her Mistress' but fuller and very perky with no sag whatsoever, dusky pink nipples and very firm to the touch, which Bill took advantage of. Kristen smiled at her obvious discomfort as Bill openly fondled this young girl he had just met, clearly enjoying himself. "Well Nikki shall we begin," patting the table for her to climb up on it. Nikki got on the table and as Bill arranged her the way he wanted her to do the laser treatment she found herself getting excited in spite of the embarrassment of being openly naked and ogled by Bill, or perhaps it was because of this her pussy was getting damp. Bill put on some special glasses and handed a pair each to Kristen and Nikki. When they had them on he began the treatment running the laser carefully over her pubic region. This all took roughly 30 minutes and Nikki felt a slight burn as Bill had said she would. Finally he turned off the laser and said"All done sweetness, except for the payment of course." She looked at him puzzled then at Kristen who told her" I told Bill you would prefer to pay for this with a blowjob instead of money pet, any objections?" She shook her head no, though she wasn't really expecting this, at least not this soon. But she complied getting on her knees in front of him and unzipped his jeans to pull out his cock. She finally had to unbutton them and pull them down and as she pulled down the jeans and his boxers his semi-hard organ sprang into view, a solid 8 inches of thick cock. Nikki licked the tip of it while stroking it with her hand and as it grew to its full hardness she thought my God this must be at least 10 inches long and 4 or 5 inches thick. As she started to take the huge cock into her mouth Kristen sat back in her chair and watched absent-mindedly stroking her breast through her blouse. It was wonderful to see her new pet work her magic on Bill's hard member. As she watched she thought she might as well enjoy herself so she casually stood and stripped off her blouse and pants leaving only her lacy thong panties on. Then sitting back down she pinched and pulled on her already hardened nipples. Then her hands ran down her smooth stomach toying with the navel ring she had, the further down into the panties to toy with her clit..... Meanwhile Nikki took the shaft of Bill's cock into her mouth as far as possible sucking on it and enjoying the taste of his manhood; while she did this she juggled his heavy balls in her palm. Bill was holding her by the back of her head and started to pump into her mouth as if to fuck her face. Nikki sensing his excitement growing took her mouth off the shaft and sucked one of his testicles into her mouth sucking on it and making him moan "Oh yea you little bitch suck those big hairy balls!" He was in heaven; this girl really knew what she was doing! Then she took the shaft back into her mouth and moving her hand around to his buttocks she worked her finger between them as she sucked him for all she was worth. Slowly she worked a finger into his asshole driving him crazy. As she did this she felt him starting to twitch in her mouth and knowing he would cum soon she took his cock as deep into her mouth as she could. Kristen watched as she masturbated herself and saw Nikki put her finger into Bills ass and finger him while she was sucking his bi cock and this sight started to drive her over the edge, her approaching orgasm took her attention away from them and she concentrated only on her pleasure and getting off. Bill started to spray Nikki's throat with his sperm which she hungrily drank all but just a small dribble. He felt his knees going weak and thought he would topple over the orgasm was so intense but somehow managed to stay up as he finished cumming. Nikki kept sucking him until he started to go soft and then letting go of his cock and taking her finger out of his anus she remained kneeling and smiled up at him and Mistress. Bill sat down on the treatment table to rest and regain his sense of balance. Meanwhile Kristen had gotten off big time watching them and was sitting in her chair and resting herself. She smiled at her pet and told her "You did very well pet, you may get dressed now." "Well Bill did she do well enough to pay her bill?" She asked Bill with a mischievous grin. "Hell yes she did, but I will look forward to seeing her in 2 weeks for a follow-up appointment." Kristen and Nikki dressed and turned to leave and they both kissed him on the cheek. Kristen smiled and said "See you in two weeks darlin," Then they walked out to the car to leave..... (Please feel free to leave your comments and vote on my story. And I would love to know if you as a reader want to see the rest of the story) Possession Ch. 02 For Colt, if not for you i probably never would have written this. * "It's time." Rubbing my eyes, I rolled onto my back. The sheets were tangled beneath me and my body resonated with a lovely sense of bonelessness that came from really great sex. I shoved my tumbled hair out of my eyes. Dressed in black sweatpants and nothing else, you towered over the bed. Your hair sleep tousled and looking sexy in a rumpled, I-just-got-out-of-bed kind of way. "What is it time for?" I glanced at the clock, my eyes widening at the time. "It's only 2am, it's time to sleep." "On the contrary, it's time to play." The playful gleam in your eyes ignited an answering heat in my body. Slipping from the bed I grabbed a T-shirt before falling into step behind you. You lead me a short distance down the hallway to a door at the end. Opening the door, you stepped aside for me to enter first. It was pitch black and the scent of vanilla and leather teased my senses. You hit the wall switch and muted lighting flooded the room causing me to blink. When my eyes adjusted, my breath caught as I took in the chamber of delights in front of me. "Come." You took my hand and led me to a massage table, my feet sinking into the plush red carpeting. "I think you will find this to your liking." The table was equipped with leather restraint devices for the hands and feet. A sensual shiver ran through my body. I removed my T-shirt before taking your hand as you helped me onto the table. The padded leather cool beneath my buttocks, I shivered. "It will warm up soon enough." You kissed the inside of my wrists as you secured each one. As you moved to fasten one of the restraints to my leg, you skimmed your hand down the inside of my thigh... "You're an exquisite submissive." You slipped the restraint around my ankle. You kissed my knee, sending a jolt of sensation along my nerves. You picked up my other leg. Giving it the same treatment, you teased and caressed my flesh until I'm bound to the table, thighs spread wide. "Your utterly responsive." My pussy clenched as I felt the gentle brush of your fingers along the narrow strip of my pubic hair. "Are you comfortable?" I flexed my shoulders. "Yes, Master." "Very good, my pet. It is very important for you to understand that in my domain, you must ask permission for release." You trailed your fingers over the soft swell of my belly, then between my breasts. Your eyes hot with sensual promise. "You must not come without my permission and, just because you ask, does not necessarily mean that you shall receive. Do you understand?" you said while you swirled your finger around one erect nipple. "Yes." My voice came as a hiss. When you plucked the hardened bead, my pussy clenched. "Do you know what really turns me on?" You asked. I shook my head. "Seeing you like this." You touched my nipple, a faint caress that brought a sound of protest from my lips as you moved away. "Your hair spread out on the table, your body so open to me and ready to slake my desires. You're so beautiful." You bent and covered my nipple with your mouth, suckling one then the other. A moan escaped me as I allowed my eyes to close and i gave myself over to your mouth. In silent invitation I arched my back, pressing my buttocks into the soft leather. You moved your hand between my thighs as you sucked harder on my nipple. Stroking the inside of my thigh, you released my nipple to trace a damp path down over my abdomen with your tongue, pausing to nip at my belly button. You stroked your fingers over my pussy and I moaned. "Soon I will be inside you again." You said against my lower belly. "Yes, Master..." My words cut short as you entered me with one finger. Twisting against my restraints, I was both delighted and dismayed that they held me almost immobile. My fists knotted as you began to finger-fuck me. "Your pussy is so sweet," Your voice was strained. "I want to sink my cock into you. I want to make you come beneath me until thoughts of any other man having you are obliterated from your memory." At the first heated lap of your tongue over my clit, my hips arched as far as the restraints would allow. Moaning, I tried to spread my thighs further to invite you in, but the restraints held firm. "My God, but you're the perfect submissive and I have to have you," you muttered. Stripping out of your sweatpants, you climbed onto the table between my thighs. I sucked in a harsh breath as you lowered your body over mine, the broad head of your cock brushing the opening of my aching pussy. With your arms braced on either side of my body, your eyes closed as you entered me inch by slow inch. Your expression set as you pulled back slightly, before pushing in further until you were buried to the hilt. You pulled out then entered me again with a slow, rolling thrust. Your cock hit my sweet spot and I moaned long, and low. "Please, Master. Harder," I whispered. You picked up the pace, thrusting in and out in deep, even thrusts. The table squeaked in unison to your movements and I lost myself in your effortless sensuality. I was beyond coherant thought other than the need for release. "More, please Master," I panted. You looked down at me, your expression strained but tender. "Greedy wench. I think you forget who's in charge here." You stopped thrusting completely. I opened my mouth to protest, until I felt you release me from the ankle restraints. Overjoyed that I could move, I wrapped my legs around your waist after you entered me again with a slow thrust. I moaned as you began hammering into me, back and forth in fast, deep movements, each one stroking my clit at just the right angle. Your expression grew hard, sweat dotting your brow, your eyes darkening as you fuc me into mindless, animal awareness of you. My eyes slid shut as the pressure built low and hard in my belly, pussy and thighs. Unable to do anything other than feel what you gave me, the incredible pleasure your body brought to mine. Without warning my orgasm broke over me like the sea against the rocks. Lightening blinded my closed eyes and I came around you in a wave of pleasure. Slowly reality reasserted itself and I opened my eyes. Your upper body braced on your arms, your expression dark, sensual. A slow smile curved your sculpted mouth. "It looks like a punishment is in order. You didn't ask permission for release, my beautiful slave." ****************** I sat on my heels in the center of the bed watching you warily You laid with your arms stretched behind your head, your posture one of complete relaxation. Your big, nude body sprawled in the midst of the rumpled sheets, and I was struck by the urge to lick you from head to toe "You disobeyed a direct order from your Master and now you must take your punishment. We'll begin once you present yourself to me. Lay across my knees so that I can see your beautiful ass." My stomach tightened in fear and anticipation as I crawled across the bed. Laying face down across your thighs, I balanced my chin on my crossed arms. "That's better." Your warm hands landed on the small of my back, before following the curve of my ass. I felt the touch of your lips on my quivering skin, then the nip of your teeth on the curve of my buttock, bringing forth a squeak from my lips. Your big hands resumed their leisurely stroking. "I don't relish punishing you, my pet." Your erection pressed into my hip, belying your words. I gave a squirm, deliberately pressing into your cock. "Somehow I doubt that." "Impudent slave." You gave me a gentle slap on my ass. "You must understand who the Master is in this relationship. It is I who give the commands and you who must obey them." You began to rub my ass and upper thighs in long, sensual strokes. "I want you nothing less than willing when you come to me." Need streaked through my body when you nudged my thighs apart leaving me exposed. The air was cool against my damp flesh. I squirmed, helpless and needy, so very needy. "Yes, Master." You gave me a gentle spank on one buttock, then the other. My flesh heated and I squirmed with pleasure. My back arching, I pushed my ass even higher and my eyes drifted shut as I gave a soft purr.... Your hand came down again, only not so gentle this time. I give a startled squeal and my head popped up off my crossed arms. Warmth blossomed across my ass as the blows rained down, some lighter, some heavier and all arousing. The sound of your hand against my ass mingled with our harsh breathing and my occasional groans. Fire spread across my ass as you spread the punishment around, taking care that no two slaps landed in the same place. With each stroke my hips followed the movement until I struggled to find something to relieve the unending arousal. "Your ass is a beautiful pale pink, my pet." You sounded breathless. The blows had slowed but each one was more painful, thanks to the ones that came before. I spread my thighs in an effort to relieve some of the discomfort. "Are you sorry you disobeyed your Master?" "Yes," I panted. The blows stopped. "Are you wet for me?" You whispered. Unable to speak, I nodded. A sharp slap landed across my ass and my cunt tightened as liquid arousal flooded it. "You will speak when I ask you a question." "Yes, I'm wet for you." I sobbed. Your hand came down for one last swat and I screamed. Before the pain faded you slipped your hand between my thighs and parted my flesh. I moaned as your fingers brushed my clit. "Come for me, now!" I was helpless in the face of my dark desires and your masterful touch. It took only a few swift strokes to bring me to climax. My nails dug into the sheets as heat raced down my spine and I came against your hand. Possession Ch. 02 The next day found me with renewed resolve. I didn't get where I was today by letting myself be ruled by hormones, or men, either. No matter how sexy they might be. I was going to regain the upper hand at work today, and absolutely show Bryan that I didn't belong to him, or anyone else. I'd made it through the night without my husband seeing my bruises, and dressed quickly that morning, careful not to let him walk in on me in the bathroom. I took extra care with my makeup, intending to be cool, crisp, and in control when I got to work. The first glitch in my plan was devastating. I wandered nonchalantly around the office looking for him, and finally resorted to asking a coworker if they'd seen him. "Oh no, Bryan called in sick. Flu, I guess. I heard he was going to be out the rest of the week." I went back to my desk, and sank into my chair slowly, my heart sinking with me. How was I supposed to demonstrate how little I needed him when he wasn't even here? Well, no matter. I was convinced that yesterday afternoon had been a fluke. A simple matter of sexual frustration, and boredom, nothing more. If I couldn't demonstrate it to him here at work, what did it matter? I just wouldn't show up on Saturday. Case closed. I was as busy as ever that day, making calls, visiting customers, and pushing myself hard, but the day dragged on interminably. At random moments, I would suddenly see his chiseled face, and hear his warning. "You are not allowed to cum." I was hyper-conscious of my bare thighs rubbing together whenever I crossed my legs, and the unsatisfied need from yesterday was a palpable thing. I resolved to take care of it as soon as I got home, and maybe even before that. Every time I went to the ladies' room, I hoped that it would be empty, and I could shut myself into a stall and prove once and for all that I didn't need him. Just my luck, there was never any privacy, and by the time I left, I was climbing the walls. There was a long deserted stretch of road between the office and my house, and I had just hitched up my skirt and slid aside my thin silk panties, when my phone beeped, indicating an incoming text. Afraid it was my boss, or worse yet, my husband, I checked it quickly. "Remember what I told you, pet. No touching, and absolutely no orgasms for you. I'll know, and you'll be punished." My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly smoothed down my skirt. It was going to be a long wait until Saturday. ******* As much as he knew she had already subjugated herself in her attempt to find pleasure and release, he also understood that she was trying to fill a deeper need. Something born in the back of her brain. Something that never made it to the light, but would not release her. She had never admitted the desire, but it was already controlling her life. Already leading her to her knees under the guise of striving for success. She had been lying to herself, saying it was what she had to do if she wanted to make sales, because she could not yet acknowledge that she wanted nothing more than to be held so tightly that she was made powerless. Nothing more than to be controlled, so that she could give up the pretext of love making, and finally find fulfillment in simple abandon. But she was not yet ready to understand all of this. She would still be struggling with the truth, telling herself that she had to do as he said, even though he had already released her. He knew that he would need to release her again and again as she struggled to acknowledge that this was what she wanted. For now, she needed the reminders to rail against, and to keep her within the boundaries that he had set. She would need her rebellions and rationalizations, but she would also need to be taught to follow his instructions, to comply without question, to learn the pleasure of submission. ******* It was a long way to his house. He'd emailed me directions, to my personal email, no less. Further proof that he knew me way better than I was comfortable with. Other than the detailed directions, there was little else, except a reminder to bring my collar and leash. The email also said that while three hours was a minimum, I needed to start getting used to the fact that my time was no longer my own. If he required my services for longer, I would simply have to adjust. The words were like waving a red flag in front of a bull, but perhaps most frightening was the fact that I knew somehow that he was provoking me deliberately. A calculated move to put me in a rebellious frame of mind before I even presented myself. The fact that it was working just made me angrier, but mostly at myself. What could be worse than being smart enough to know you're being manipulated, but too needy to refuse? And the growing realization that he knew me better than I did myself was very disconcerting. It had only been three days since he left me on my porch, but it seemed like a lifetime. I'd been studiously avoiding thinking too hard about him, busying myself with work, and cleaning house when I got home until I was too tired to do anything but fall in bed and sleep. I had no distractions now, though; only a 45 minute drive through the country, and plenty of time to think about what I was doing. It would have been so much easier if he'd kept up the pretense of blackmail. Then I would have had no choice, and would not now be forced to examine my feelings, and justify my actions. He had not. He'd calmly handed over the pharmaceutical case, and offered me the chance to go back to my vanilla life, and the very thought of it made me queasy. I needed him, his mastery of my body, and his uncanny understanding of my deepest desires. My heart was racing, my palms sweating, and I'd been unable to eat breakfast. It felt like fear, but I knew better. I had known him too long, seen his calm demeanor in the office, and knew in my heart that he would never injure me. My adrenaline was pumping because I had no idea what was in store for me, but more to the point; that I wouldn't be able to control it. I wanted him to own me. I craved the freedom of total submission, and I could no longer hide it, even from myself. ******* Bryan's house was not remote, but was set back from the road on a small bit of land, much of which had once been a farmstead home surrounded by a wood lot. Bad land too rough to plow, but adequate for the small garden, yard, and the few buildings that used to make up a farm. It had been the last piece held by the aging farmer whose children had all left for the city long before. The rest sold off to neighbors with adjoining fields. His rough acres were surrounded by trees, the farmyard wind break, and acres of fields on either side. There were still a few small out buildings, and the clutter of a many such estates as their owners aged, and eventually got behind on maintenance. He had not spent much on the property, barely the value of the land, but he had put a great deal of labor into setting things right. Good fences make good neighbors, but good maintenance keeps them from bothering you. Rebecca arrived three minutes late. He had expected she would be late. This was all the rebellion she would allow herself. He knew that she had probably gone though a whole list of rationalizations; first that she didn't have to obey him, that she could touch herself and he would not know. Maybe she thought that she could cum if her husband made love to her, though he suspected that was infrequent and inadequate. Until finally she decided that she didn't have to go to his house. That he couldn't tell her what to do, until finally convincing herself that that she would 'just go have a look'. No doubt she had struggled a lot that first day back at work. His message had been planned to leave her the sense that she was being watched, and to give her an excuse to obey him. An excuse she would not long need as she learned the pleasure of obedience. The only other message he sent was to tell her to be sure to bring her collar and leash when she came. ******* My hand shook almost too badly to knock, but I managed a tentative rapping, and waited nervously for him to answer. I wasn't really sure what to expect, and had dressed simply, knowing full well that the only thing that mattered was how quickly I would be able to undress. My collar and leash were in my hand, as I was already learning that disobedience would not be dealt with lightly. I was also beginning to acknowledge the sobering truth that obeying him turned me on like nothing ever had before. I stood on his porch for what seemed like a lifetime, waiting for the rest of my life to begin. I knew that today would not necessarily be pleasant, and in fact, might involve a great deal of pain for me. I also knew that I could no longer live without it. ******* He went to the door when she knocked, stepping out onto the front porch to greet her. She stepped back, uncertain what to do. "You are late. Do not be late again." He did not dwell on it, giving her no chance to present her excuse. "I had hoped to start with pleasure, but I think we both realize that you have chosen punishment instead." He understood then that she might not be as ready as he expected, that she might not be able to yield to him, to his strength, and to realize her release without hiding behind excuses. This was little obstacle to him, and he would correct it as gradually as she required, starting immediately. "Take off your clothes and stack them on the floor. While you are here you will wear only what I give you. You will leave your clothes at the door and wait for me on your knees. Since you were late, you will wait longer today. Put your leash and collar on top of your clothes and wait by the door." "Where do I change?" she asked. "You don't change." He replied evenly, without irritation, but also without sympathy. "You strip. And then you kneel." He told her. "You do it here, you do it now, and you will not question me." He stepped past her and walked over to a chair, where he sat down to watch her strip away her clothes, enjoying her silent struggle as she released her modesty to his will. He savored the moment her confusion passed as she focused on his simple command, and started the familiar task of undressing herself. She settled to her knees without a word beside the small pile of clothes, leaving the leash and collar on top of the stack as he had directed. He said nothing while he savored her subservience. The welts on her ass were nicely purple now, no longer angry red against her pale skin. He enjoyed them as he stood over her, inspecting her body, and her folded clothes. She had done it properly, leaving no uneven edges to hint at rebellion. "You have done well," he told her softly, letting his hand rest atop her head, stilling her. "Perhaps there will yet be time for pleasure today, once your penance is served." He finally placed the collar around her neck and attached the leash when he was satisfied that she had had time to consider her actions, long after her knees must have tired from the unaccustomed wait, kneeling at his feet. "Now I will show you where to park, and where to enter. You will do this the same way each time you come here. Remember that you are owned, and that your place is on your knees. But you may rise now, so we can move your car." He walked towards the porch door, pulling her slightly by the leash. "But I don't have any clothes on," she protested. "You have your collar. That is all you have earned, and it is all that you need." He pulled the leash, so she had no choice but to follow him outside, around the front and into the driveway. Unclipping her, he had her follow the drive into the back courtyard and park next to a small white building that had once been farmer's tool shed. He then led her into the dirt floored shack to the side of an old wooden work bench, now cleared of the old tools and scraps it once held. "This is where you will leave your clothes, and don your collar." He showed her that there were several hooks that used to hold tools, still secured in the peg board. There were 3 collars hanging from the hooks. He showed her that hers would be the fourth hook, and explained that she was to hang her collar there when she left, and that she was allowed to use the drawer below the bench for her clothes, and worldly items. "Because you were late, you will now be punished" He said, as he secured her leash to her collar. He pulled open one of the shallow upper drawers of the work bench, and she could see a variety of items arrayed within. He took out two silver clasps, connected by a thin chain, and a coil of rope. "You understand that you must be punished, so you will remember how to act, don't you?" She started to apologize, but he cut her off, repeating himself. "You understand that you must be punished, so you will remember how to act, don't you?" "Yes Sir," was her only response this time. She was learning. "These are nipple clamps. I am going to tie your hands behind your back, and you will stand on this bucket, on your tip toes. I will place the clamps upon your nipples, and tighten them, and then loop the chain over the rope hanging from that rafter. Do you see it?" "Yes Sir." She had started flushing as he explained what was to happen. Her nipples were already hard, and she probably remembered how roughly he had twisted them the last time he had used her. He knew she was already wet, even though he had yet to touch her. "You may leave now if you like. But if you stay you will be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir" she said, after a bare moment's glance at the door. "Do you know why you are being punished, and do you agree?" "Yes Sir, I didn't follow instructions, and I need to be punished." ******* He was right, of course; I had been late deliberately, just to try to retain one tiny bit of control. Now I would pay the price. So much for my silly idea that I was learning to be obedient! The very sight of the nipple clamps made me wet and frightened all at the same time, and his description of what was to follow made butterflies race through my belly. But hadn't I really, deep down inside, been courting this when I purposely came late? Didn't I know that even three minutes would be enough? Of course I did, and if the punishment was more than I had bargained for, then perhaps next time I would be smarter. The only alternative was to turn around and walk back to my car, and that would be the most painful thing of all. I met his gaze evenly, took a deep breath, and offered my wrists to him. I knew, as he probably did as well, that the gesture was symbolic. In my own fashion, as eloquently as I was able, I was accepting his control. ******* He pulled her hands behind her, and looped a short harsh rope around them. One day she would learn that this was Sisal, but today she knew only that it was scratchy, and that she became wetter as he coiled it around her wrists. He explained that he was using multiple loops to make the binding tight, without cutting off her circulation. He helped her step up onto the bucket and looped her leash over the rafter, tightening it so that she had to stand straight, then pulling a bit more, so that she could not move without discomfort. After she was positioned properly on the bucket he stepped back to admire her, letting her wonder what was next before stepping closer. He squeezed her nipples in his fingers, and then slowly and methodically attached the nipple clamps. He watched her eyes as he slowly turned the screws tighter, until she winced, then tighter until the first tears began to well up in her eyes. As he tightened the screws he stroked one hand down her belly, across her thighs, and then up between her legs, to rest on her hairless, clean shaven mound. He understood that for all her rebellion, this meant she had shaved today, just for him. "Good Girl," he told her before slipping one finger between her damp folds, testing her wetness and seeking out her clitoris. He stroked her gently, quickly firing her passion even through the pain of the clamps. He kept gently stroking her clit as he clipped the chain to the rope, and pulled the slack until she had to rise to her tip toes to reduce the pressure on her nipples. He did not stop when she was on her toes, but continued to caress her, more firmly, until she started to moan, begging him to please let her cum. He entered her with his fingers, fucking her slowly with two fingers while continuing to rub her clit with his thumb. Her legs became unsteady, and when she faltered the nipple clips pulled savagely. "You look good with your tits hanging from my nipple clamps," he said, stepping away from her as she was about to cum. "I am sorry you were late today, I would have liked to feel you cum." She moaned in frustration. "Please Sir, please let me cum?" "We'll see. Perhaps you will show me that you can be an obedient pet later, and I will permit it. For now, I advise you not to fall off of that bucket. I think it will hurt a great deal if the clips pull off. I will be back in 15 minutes. You may watch the clock until I return. Of course, I might be late..." With that he walked out, leaving her hanging in every way. ******* I was in agony, and no one to blame but myself. His warm hands stroking my body, and caressing my slick innermost folds were the complete antithesis to the sharp pain of the clips biting into my nipples, and yet I knew that one built upon the other. My calf muscles ached from staying on tiptoe, but I couldn't even contemplate what would happen if I fell. The minute hand crawled across the clock in slow motion, and I tried to distract myself from the pain by imagining what would happen when he came back for me. At long last, he did, way past the 15 minute mark, of course. For once I wisely controlled my tongue, and made no reference to the time. He released my nipples, and the blood rushing back made me gasp. He sucked them greedily, turning my gasp into a moan. Holding me steady, he helped me down from the bucket, but did not release my hands. To my complete shock, he held me gently, and murmured in my ear. "You have to learn, Pet. I am in control now, and the more you fight it, the more pain you will bring yourself. When you truly surrender, I will show you how wonderful it can be." I relaxed in his arms, but the moment of tenderness was brief. Taking a firm grip on my leash, he dragged me outside, and led me on a long, exposed walk to his house, that stripped me of any dignity I had retained. I was naked, barefoot, collared and leashed, with my hands still tied behind my back. I prayed that none of his neighbors were close enough to the fence to see, but kept my head down, just in case. I didn't think I could bear the shame if anyone saw me like this, and yet I was exactly where I wanted to be. In my haste to get back inside, to keep my humiliation as private as possible, I was now walking in front of Bryan. Suddenly he yanked so hard on the leash that I almost fell. "Why are you here?" he demanded, his voice suddenly hard again. "Because you told me to come," I stammered, not understanding his change of mood. "Not good enough. I gave you back your sample case, and your freedom. Tell me why you're really here, and make it good, or I'll send you on your way." ******* "I want you," she said. "I came because I want you." "What does that mean?" he asked, holding the leash steady so that she could not escape into the house. Forcing her to wait in the open. Pulling her down so that she had to stand hunched over, unless she chose to kneel. "Those words are nonsense. They only serve to hide the truth of your desire. They are little better than lies. You don't want me, and you can't have me, and you know that." Possession Ch. 02 His words lashed across her more stingingly than any slap. "Your cock. Please -- I know -- I want your cock" she pleaded haltingly. "Better," he said. "But this cock is not yours, and it is not yours to use. It is mine. But at least you are trying to say what you mean, instead of lying. Next time I will slap you if you lie, or try to cheat on your answer, instead of owning it. Do you hear?" He leaned very close to her face as he spoke, keeping the tension on the leash, never letting her stand up, holding her bent at the waist as he challenged her. She knew he was right. Knew she had a husband, but that it was not enough. Not all that she wanted. Even the doctors she fucked on the side, or sucked off to make sales did not give her what she wanted, what she needed. "Please sir. I need you. I need you to fuck me." "I've already done that. If that's all you want, you have had it, and you should go now. Leave here and go back to your husband and your doctors and your wonderful and satisfying life." "No," she whimpered. She could feel the edges of her dream unraveling. "Please no..." ******* I sank to my knees, my spirit crushed, trembling as though I'd been struck physically, and not just with his words. I crawled to his feet, and unable to even meet his gaze, addressed my answer to the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. "I need you. Desperately. Please don't make me leave. I need you to use me, to control me like you did on the porch. I'll do anything and everything you ask, if you'll just keep making me feel the way you do. Alive." He cradled my chin gently, tilted my head up to see his warm smile, and said, simply, "Show me." ******* He never took his eyes off of hers, and did not speak a word; just pulled her closer with the leash until her face was pressed to the front of his pants. Until he could feel her cheek against his thigh, and his hardness pressed into the side of her face. He unzipped, and pulled his cock from his pants, brushing it down her face, until it rested against her cheek. She started to protest that someone would see, but he silenced her with a jerk on her leash, teaching her the first of many lessons. "It's always where I want, and when I want, my little pet. You have a lot to learn, and this is just one lesson. Right now I want to feel your lips stretched around my cock." With that, he held his cock before her, and even though she glowed red with embarrassment and fear that a neighbor would see, she took him slowly into her mouth, his hand never leaving her chin so that she could not look away as he slid into her mouth. He was gentler than he had been on the porch. She had already been punished, now he wanted only pleasure. He let her take him in slowly, hungrily, enjoying for now the skills she had learned as she knelt before so many others, unconsciously searching for the master she needed. He held her leash out to her, dropping it between her legs and pointing in a gesture that had already become familiar. With her wrists still bound behind her she could barely reach, but picked it up off the grass and passed the leash between her knees where she knelt, holding it high enough so that he could reach without bending too far, pulling it taut so that it lay across her back. The leather strap was kinder than the chain had been, and instead of biting, created a pleasant pressure between her legs. She was encouraged by the presence of pleasure, rather than pain, and pushed back against the strap until it settled between her folds, and across her clit, and into the tawny valley of her ass. He felt her attention wandering, and pulled against the leash to give her more focus, forcing her face into his crotch, and his cock deeper into her mouth. She slid her tongue along the underside of his shaft, stretching to lick the skin of his balls, making more room inside for his cock. He held her like this for a time, and she started to rock back and forth, pressing her clit into the strap as she backed away, and then pushing her mouth down on his cock, just short of the point at which she started to gag, then back again. He did not force her farther, but murmured encouragement, telling her she was a pleasure, and how he enjoyed owning her. All the time feeling his passion build, but willing himself to hold, waiting for her moment. He could feel her working against the strap, and held it tight as she backed away, pulling it firmly between the wet folds of her labia. He knew from her moans that she was gushingly wet, and would probably cum before him, but he did not care. He had already held her in denial for most of a week, and wanted to see her face as she released. He stroked her neck and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling lightly, just enough to excite her further. ******* At last I was in familiar territory. The soft leather leash between my legs had me inches away from the climax I'd been denying myself for days, but more importantly, I was in control. Yes, I was bound at the wrists, and on my knees, but I was working my own magic on his cock, leading him to orgasm with my skills. My tongue stroked him up and down, swirling around his swollen head when I wasn't taking him to the back of my throat. I pushed as far as I could, licking his balls, and thoroughly enjoying myself, and the groans now coming from deep in his throat. I knew that I could please him, and maybe regain my dignity, and a modicum of control. I began to smile, thinking that maybe he wasn't so much different from all the other men in my life. And then, he spoke, shattering my illusions once and for all. ******* "I want to feel you cum," he told her, never taking his eyes from hers, forcing her to look into his eyes, enjoying the image of her cock swollen checks. "I'm going to fuck your throat now, and I want to feel you cum before I pull out." He saw the stricken look in her eyes as she realized she was not in control at all, that her control of even this moment was an illusion, and then pushed forward, pulling the leash taut so that she was lifted from her knees to her toes, and off balance, falling onto his cock. He pushed past her tongue, till the head of his cock was filling her throat, closing off her air, and started tugging the leash rhythmically between her legs, withdrawing slightly as she started to retch, unable to cough or gag to clear her throat. Her chin and breasts were already coated with strands of spittle and pre-cum that she could not contain, but the feeling of the leash pulling against her clit had all of her attention, and he began to fuck her throat at the same cadence. "Are you ready for me to pull you down on my cock and cum down your throat?" he asked as her eyes started to lose focus. He pulled steadily on the leash, allowing her clit no respite, jerking the strap to maintain a rhythm. When he twisted her nipple around his thumb, it was over. She sagged into his crotch, legs no longer supporting her, as she started to cum in waves. Her throat loosened, and he pushed forward deep into her throat, before spasming into his own orgasm, splashing first down her throat, then withdrawing from the intensity, spilling the rest of his cum across her face and breasts. He released her to crumple, by the simple expedient of letting the leash go slack, his cock still shooting a line of white semen across her flank as she slid to the ground at his feet. He stood over her for a long moment, enjoying the image, and his triumph. Knowing he had accomplished more than giving her what she wanted. The achievement was not sex, nor even their pleasure. The point was that he had started down the road to making her learn to ask for what she wanted, so that she would increasingly acknowledge her desire, and her need to be owned, to be his possession. He tucked himself back into his trousers carefully, and then knelt beside her to help lift her back to her feet. "Let's go inside and get you cleaned up, my pet. I think we still have a couple of hours to enjoy, and my cock is pretty sure that your ass needs more stretching before I send you home tonight." Possession Ch. 02 The night sky was dark. A thick cover of clouds obscured the stars and the moon had turned its back on the world. Beth was thankful. Her curtains were thin and any sort of light would have stung her eyes. She had a headache and lay still in her narrow single bed. Her temples throbbed every time she moved. She had taken her time in returning home, wandering through central London for almost an hour. She had brushed the lives of thousands of people - lawyers, tapping out emails on their mobile devices; tourists, armed with their cameras; would-be artists, scratching some sort of a living by working in bars and restaurants but always hoping for their big break. But eventually she had to return and she made her way to the bus stop. When she finally found it, she still hesitated, watching four different buses pass by until she eventually boarded one. As a result, it was almost dusk when she finally faced the inevitable confrontation with her stepfather. Kevin had not been happy to find out that Beth's plea had been rejected. She told him as much as she dared about her conversation with Dmitri Voronov, leaving out the particulars of his indecent proposition. Knowing him, he would have only been more furious if he found out she had turned him down. Not that his fury had been blunted by what she had withheld. His anger had been on the verge of out of control, driven by his panic. But at least he had not beaten her black and blue. Instead he had delivered only a single blow. Nevertheless, it had been forceful enough to knock her off her feet. When she had fallen, she had banged her head against a wall. Beth had been on the receiving end of enough head injuries that she was fairly sure she didn't have concussion. The pain had since faded but it had yet to disappear entirely. She could not even shift around to get comfortable on her old lumpy mattress. Wriggling was more than enough to set the world tilting and turning around her. Hopefully after a couple of painkillers and a good night's rest, the only lasting effect would be a slight bump and another bruise to add to her growing collection. If only that ringing would stop so that she could fall asleep. "Ringing?" Beth frowned, murmuring to herself. She hadn't imagined the sound. The doorbell was ringing. Slowly and carefully she sat up, wincing at the new wave of pain. Tilting the clock by her bedside so that she could read the display, she was even more confused. It was almost three in the morning. "Who the bloody hell would that be?" she asked out loud. Suddenly her blood chilled. She forgot her headache as it was replaced by a pang of fear. Would Dmitri send his men so soon? "Beth!" Kevin roared from the other room. "Go and tell whoever that is to fuck off! They have already woken up your mother." She had run out of both energy and courage. Without protest, she hauled herself out of bed. It was cold - heating was another luxury unless there was a genuine risk of hypothermia - so she pulled on a pair of slippers in the shape of lions and a threadbare dressing gown. Uncertain as to what she might find at the front door, she scanned her room for some sort of weapon. Her old school hockey stick was propped against the wall in the corner. Picking it up, she grasped it tightly in both hands before making her way downstairs. Whoever was outside was persistent. They were alternating between ringing the doorbell and knocking. By the time Beth reached the door, the noise was constant, which did little to help her headache. Turning the door handle, she stood back from the gust of chilled night air, still holding the hockey stick. On the doorstep stood a man who reminded her far too much of a certain Russian. He was also impeccably dressed, his shirt collar and tie peeking out from above the buttons of his fine woollen overcoat and a wide-brimmed hat on his head. with the same cold, unrelenting features and imposing build. There was no doubt about it - he had to be associated with Mr Voronov. "Dobryy vecher, Miss Noble," he inclined his head. Beth blinked. "Pardon?" "In my homeland, that is how we say good evening." "Oh. That's... interesting," Beth said, more than a little taken aback. She hadn't known what to expect when she opened the door. It could have been a bunch of thugs. Or it could have just been a local drunk, lost on his way back from the pub. She certainly hadn't thought she'd come face to face with someone who appeared to be a complete gentlemen. Even if he was in some way connected with a less-than savoury character. "My name is Ivan," again he inclined his head. "I apologise for disturbing you at such a late hour but Mr Voronov asked me to visit you on a matter of great urgency. He did not tell me you would be playing games." At Beth's confusion, he glanced pointedly at her makeshift weapon, raising both of his hands in the air and stepping back. Taking the hint that he meant her no harm, with some hesitation, she put down the stick. "In Victorian times, I have read, young women would greet strangers with a poker." "I don't have a poker," Beth retorted sharply to hide her embarrassment at having been caught out. "And for that, I am grateful" His polite demeanour unsettled Beth. The way he was making polite conversation made her uncomfortable. "Why did Mr Voronov send you?" she refused to be sidetracked from the fact a stranger had paid her a visit in the early hours of the night. "He wanted to give you ample warning." "Warning? It was cold but the temperature around Beth suddenly felt as if it had dropped even further. "Da. Warning." "Warning about what?" "When I have left, some of his acquaintances will be paying you a visit." "You mean he sent you to warn me that he will be sending more people?" "Correct." Beth frowned. If violence was about to ensue, then why would Mr Voronov want to warn her in advance? "But why?" she vocalised what she had been thinking. Ivan shrugged. "That is not my business. I work for Mr Voronov. I do not question him." "And how does he know that I won't just call the police?" "He doesn't. but he does know that you are not a stupid woman." "I'm flattered," Beth muttered. "And only a stupid woman would call the police when Mr Voronov is involved," Ivan continued as if he had not heard her. Beth lifted her chin and squared her shoulders. "Maybe I am a stupid person. Maybe Mr Voronov does not really understand me. Does he even know that I never finished school?" "Da. He researched you well. He also knows that after you dropped out of school, you continued to study and until recently were one of the most frequent visitors to the local library," he recited, as if he were reading from a file. Which he probably had done, before he had memorised it. "Your favourite books are by Evelyn Waugh and Iris Murdoch," he added. Beth visibly recoiled. Her skin crawled. She had seen the file of information that Mr Voronov had collected. Nevertheless, thought of him knowing what she liked to read was even more indecent than the way he had examined her in his office. She had never felt quite so exposed. If he knew that sort of details about her, goodness know what else he had found out. "How does he know all of this?" was all she could ask, even though there were hundreds of questions racing through her head. "Again, that is not my business." Beth's palm tingled. She wanted to reach for her hockey stick. "Well, whatever your business is, you've warned me now," Beth said defensively, standing in the doorway to bar his entry. "So unless you want something else, go away so I can call the police." "My business here was not to warn you." Ivan paused deliberately for emphasis, his tone infuriatingly calm, like a patient teacher explaining something to a wayward pupil. "Mr Voronov sent me with a message," he announced. Beth eyed him with mistrust. "A message?" As far as she knew, people usually preferred to deliver their own messages - unless they weren't the sort of messages that their recipients wanted to hear. "Da. Mr Voronov would like you to know that his previous offer still stands." "His offer? I thought I made it clear to him that I wasn't interested/" "He said that you might be convinced otherwise. He also asked me to remind you that, as he is in a generous mood, the offer stands under the same conditions as before." "Meaning what, exactly?" "If you were to accept, he would feel no need to intrude any further upon the lives of your family." Beth's head already hurt but now her stomach twisted and tied itself into a knot. It wasn't a comfortable sensation. "You mean if I say 'yes', nothing will happen to my family?" "That is one way to see your situation, correct." "But that is blackmail!" She exclaimed. "Again, a matter of perspective. You may call it blackmail. My boss sees it as an opportunity to ensure your family's safety." "Didn't he tell you that I have already said no?" "Yes, but my boss thinks you do not truly understand your options. Either you take up his offer, or you will continue to have visitors until he is satisfied that his debt is collected." "Can't you tell him that I just want to be left alone?" Her voice wavered as she spoke. Ivan's mouth quirked wryly. "Miss Noble, I am not the boss. He is." Beth swallowed. Never before had she faced such a dilemma. She could put aside her pride, demean herself, and all of her problems would be sorted. It would be so easy. But she had never been a fan of taking the easy route. "I cannot accept," she said, shaking her head. "In that case, I wish you good night," Ivan performed his half-bow once again. "I cannot say that I am surprised, Miss Noble. Merely disappointed. You seem like a nice person. It is unfortunate indeed that I will not be your last visitor tonight. I sincerely apologise for waking you." With that, he turned away from her. Beth closed the door. Her head still pounded and she leaned her forehead against the hard surface, which was soothingly cool against her skin. "Who was that, little Beth?" Unwanted as always, her stepfather appeared when he was not wanted or needed, despite being noticeably absent just moments before. "Nobody important," she lied. Perhaps when Dmitri's men arrived, if they found her stepfather, they would leave her and her mother alone. "Nobody important? Whoever bangs on my door in the middle of the night is bloody important to me, thank you very much!" Keven spluttered as he put on an impressive impression of righteous outrage. "Well they've gone now." "They better have. Or I will be teaching them a lesson." Beth wanted to laugh at the image that conjured in her head. She couldn't help it. the thought of Kevin trying to teach anyone a lesson was hilarious. Sure, he bullied her and her mother, and he was quite capable of hitting a woman. But Ivan had as much muscle as both of the Noble women put together - at least! "Is Mum all right?" she checked, changing the subject before a stray chuckle escaped "Apart from worrying so much she can't sleep, you mean? Of course she's not all right. She's upstairs in bed, too scared to come down and fretting away that there were some burglars or we might be murdered in our beds! And you, young lady," Kevin rounded on Beth. "You didn't help things by spending half the night gossiping on the doorstep!" "I wasn't gossiping," she protested. "I came down to see who it was - like you told me to!" "And that took half an hour, did it?" "I wanted to find out what he wanted." "Your poor Mum upstairs was frantic! She thought you might have been kidnapped right under our noses. Do you think she really needed that stress, in her condition?" "I could hardly leave a stranger standing out here, could I?" "Well you should have told him to go away and come back at a decent hour. Do I have to tell you again how important it is to stop thinking of only yourself and start thinking of your family for a change?" Suddenly Beth felt weary. She was tired and the fatigue had gone straight to her bones. She wasn't good at making decisions when she was tired. At least, that was what she would tell herself later, several hours after she had wriggle out of her stepfather's grip, walked out of the house and slammed the door in his astounded face. *** Ivan was sitting in a sleek black car, the shiny machine standing out like a sore thumb in the run-down neighbourhood. His driver had yet to put the key in the ignition - Ivan had wanted to call Mr Voronov and preferred not to talk on the move. It was a carefully engineered situation. Dmitri wouldn't dare to send in his thugs whilst Ivan was still on the scene - such a connection could easily incriminate both of them and Dmitri was too careful to let his hands get dirty. "Get out of there and make the call," Dmitri had said when Ivan told him Beth had said 'no'. "I do not think that is a good idea." "Did you not give her my ultimatum?" "Yes." "And she turned me down?" asked the voice in Ivan's ear. "She didn't take up your offer, no." "And you expect me to let that insult slide?" Ivan rolled his eyes. They had been having the same conversation for the past ten minutes and still Dmitri could not accept the fact he had been rejected. He had taken it as a personal slight. "No, but I could hardly abduct her." "You could have at least tried to persuade her!" "My friend, short of dragging her family from their beds and holding a gun to their heads, nothing would have convinced her to come with me. That girl is as fierce as a tigress and as stubborn as your mother." Silence followed. Ivan could hear Dmitri's consideration. "And no, I will not do that," he added firmly. "You might not, but there are others who will." "And if you go down that path, then she will never stop hating you." "It does not matter if she hates me," Dmitri said flippantly. "All that matters is she does not refuse me." "Did you not tell me that 'Iskru tushi do pozhara, bedu otvodi do udara'?" "Prevention may be better than cure, Ivan, but her hating me is not a problem I care to cure." "Fine, ignore the proverbs then - at the end of the day, if you fall asleep next to her, wouldn't you rather know you're not going to wake up with a pencil in your jugular?" "Who said we would be doing any sleeping?" "Dmtri, do you honestly think she is going to willingly spread her legs for you if you coerce her into your bed? If all you wanted was a woman to fuck, why are you going through all of this trouble?" "Perhaps I should send her flowers then, some nice jewellery?" "I do not think she is the sort of girl who will be wooed by roses and diamonds. Particularly not after you have already threatened her family." "So I should just give up?" Ivan was about to tell his friend and employer that there was no point in continuing to pursue the Noble girl, even though that meant crushing his pride and ego, when the unexpected happened. Beth rapped three times on the car window. "Perhaps hope is not entirely lost, my friend. Let me call you back." Before Dmitri could quiz him, Ivan had hung up. He pushed a button to wind down the glass window. "Miss Noble, how might I be of assistance?" "The offer..." she began haltingly. "Is it still on the table?" Ivan knew Dmitri would have wanted to toy with her, to make her beg. But one look at her expression and he knew he didn't have the heart. Her face was covered in a strange mix of confusion, determination and desperation. "Yes," he replied. "Then I accept. But I have one condition." "Go on." "This arrangement that Mr Voronov proposes - it begins tonight." Ivan raised an eyebrow. "Why are you accepting?" "I changed my mind." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." Something inside Ivan wanted to warn her, to tell her it was unlikely Mr Voronov would send round his men that night and that she would be better off just going to bed. But he knew that even if Dmitri didn't send in his men that night, even if he were able to talk his friend into leaving Beth alone, it would only be so long before the money meant more to Dmitri than the brown-eyed beauty. And if she continued to reject him, his bitterness would only make him want to seek revenge. "Get in the car." He slid across the backseat to make room for her and she did as he had told her. The leather upholstery felt like butter, it was so smooth and soft. She could not help running her fingertips over it. The interior of the car smelled like polish, as if it had recently been cleaned. It had clearly been looked after. "Do you not need your belongings?" Ivan asked, motioning at her empty hands. "I'll collect them another time." "You don't want to fetch your toiletries? Your make-up? Some clothes?" Beth shook her head. Ivan did not miss her fearful glance towards the house. Yet she could not bear to admit the truth out loud. She had no desire to go back inside and face her father again. Ivan didn't press her. If she said she did not need them, then she could do without. Although he was not used to girls who travelled light, forget ones who travelled with nothing at all! He gave her a few moments to decide she did want to get her things, but when it was clear she had absolutely no intention of doing so, he signalled to the driver and they moved off. The girl had curled up into a ball, making herself as small as possible, practically sitting on her slippered feet. Her arms were crossed and she stared out of the window. She didn't give much away. "Are you cold?" "Pardon?" she clearly hadn't expected him to try and make conversation as they travelled. "Are you cold?" he repeated. "Should I ask the driver to turn on the heating?" "I'm fine," Beth said. "Thank you." "It is a long journey back into the city. You should rest. I will wake you when we arrive." "I don't need to sleep." That was clearly a lie. The poor girl looked exhausted. "But it is the middle of the night." "I have a slight headache. I won't be able to sleep well here." Ivan checked underneath the car seat and retrieved a first aid kit and a bottle of water. He rummaged around until he found a strip of tablets before handing them to Beth. "Take two of these," he instructed. "What are they?" "Mild painkillers. You can buy them without a prescription." Slowly she reached out a hand and took them, inspecting the packet suspiciously. "Thanks," she said, after she had washed the pills down with a long drink of water. "You are welcome. Now you will be able to sleep." "No, I don't need to." She didn't trust him, Ivan thought to himself. Even though she clearly was in desperate need for rest, she would not let her guard down in his presence. And why would she? All she knew about him was who he worked for. And Dmitri had not done much to recommend himself to her. "Mr... Ivan..." she addressed him without turning to him. "Just Ivan, please." "Ivan," she echoed. "I don't know Mr Voronov very well... I don't really know him at all. I only met him today, you see." "Yes, he told me," Ivan said. "Well," she paused for a moment, trying to work out what she wanted to ask. "What sort of a man is he?" "You may perhaps not believe me, Miss Noble, but Mr Voronov is a good man." She snorted in disdain "I said you would not believe me," Ivan shrugged. "Well he hasn't exactly given me the impression of being a 'good man' as you put it." "No. But as you said, you do not know him well." "Well enough to know he has no morals whatsoever." "Miss Noble, Dmitri is a good friend of mine. His father grew up with my father. I have known him for longer than I can remember." Beth started. She didn't think that Mr Voronov was capable of making friends, let alone keeping them. Possession Ch. 02 "He has always had morals," Ivan continued. "Only he tends to be a little more selective than most with his code of morality. He only keeps those he will never violate. This is important to him." "So he only makes rules he will not break?" Beth twisted so that she was looking straight at him. "That hardly seems fair." "Perhaps not. But it makes him a lot easier to work for than for some. My boss has much vliyat. Power, or influence," he explained when she looked confused by the foreign term. "But he only uses it when he needs to. Not for his personal enjoyment. Most of the time." "Then why does he want this... arrangement?" "That, I do not know. Dmitri may be my friend. But he is also my boss. As I told you before, I do not question him." Ivan sat back with such finality that Beth knew the conversation was over. As they drove, the streets outside changed. They passed through council estates of large, 1950s style block-like apartment buildings, high streets lined with bars and shops, the financial district with its towering skyscrapers which shone, even at night, until they reached the King's Road and Chelsea. Designer boutiques were everywhere - labels which Beth had heard of, but never even dreamed of aspiring to own. Beth drank in the sights, which from the inside of a luxury car seemed transformed compared with how she saw them when she travelled by bus. Yet the longer they drove, the closer she knew they were drawing to their destination. And as they neared, a knot of anxiety formed in her stomach. It was as bad as when she was going to see Mr Voronov for the first time, earlier that day. Or the day before, to be precise. It was half past four in the morning by the time they came to a halt outside a large, opulent town house. "This is where Mr Voronov lives?" she asked, incredulous. "Some of the time." "Some?" "My boss has many residences. This is one of them." Beth stared at the white-fronted house. It was the sort of place she saw on television, with the rich and famous coming in and out of its doors, but never thought she would ever be acquainted with someone who lived there. "Come. Let me escort you inside." She was too astounded to move as Ivan got out of the car and came round to the passenger door on the other side. He opened it and offered her his hand. Numbly she took it and he tucked it into the crook of his elbow as he led her up the wide steps to the entrance. A uniformed butler opened the door for them. "Good evening, Mr Kaliayev," he greeted them, unfazed by receiving visitors in the early hours of the morning. "Good evening, Hawkes. Is Mr Voronov still up?" "He is waiting for you in the smoking room." "I have brought his guest - Miss Noble, her name is." Beth smiled at the butler, who gave her a polite nod in response. "Good evening, Miss Noble. Mr Voronov has asked that you both join him when you arrived." "Thank you, Hawkes. Unless Mr Voronov has any further need for you, you are dismissed - I can find my way to the smoking room and see myself out afterwards." "As you wish, Sir." The Butler stood aside to let them in, closed the door behind them, clicked his heels together and disappeared into a side room. Ivan unbuttoned his black overcoat and tossed it over a chair in the entrance hall. The jacket he wore underneath followed, as did his hat and tie. "This way," he beckoned, once he was more comfortably attired. Beth shuffled along after him, becoming more and more self-conscious with every step she took. On the walls hung large, brass-framed mirrors and beautiful paintings - she might not have ever had the opportunity to learn much about art, but it was obvious that more than one or two works were priceless. Meanwhile, in stark contrast, there she was, in her old pyjamas, her ridiculous slippers and a dressing gown that was only a few months away from being rags. They stopped outside a large, oak-panelled door. "After you," Ivan said. On the other side was a cosy sitting room, with large, plush settees and a real fireplace, complete with a burning fire. Dmitri - Mr Voronov - was sitting, facing the doorway. Like Ivan, he wore a suit jacket and shirt, without a tie. The cufflinks had been removed and placed on a small table on his left hand side so that his sleeves could be folded over to the elbow. She could see the taut muscles of his forearms, a hint of what lay beneath the rest of his clothes. His top button was also undone, so that she could see a triangle of bare skin below his neck and just the suggestion of chest hair. He did not move as she entered. He just watched her, his dark eyes following her like a predator stalking its prey. Beth was filled with an acute awareness of him. "Friend!" Ivan greeted him, breaking the tension. "What a journey. You forgot to tell me that Miss Noble lives in the middle of nowhere. I almost could not believe it when she would not let me rescue her from that awful place!" He smiled at Beth teasingly. Strolling over to a sideboard, he pulled out a bottle of vodka from a miniature freezer box and a trio of glasses. He poured out three measures. "In my village, Miss Noble, we drink our vodka poured over cherry jam." He passed a drink to Dmitri before picking up the other two and carrying one over to Beth. "But in England, we like it neat." He pressed one glass in her hands before raising his in salutation and taking a deep gulp. Dmitri followed suit but Beth stared at the clear liquid before cautiously raising it to her lips and taking a small sip. The liquid burned the back of her throat and she coughed. "Is this the first time you have drank vodka?" Dmitri asked, the first words he had said since they arrived. "Yes." If he was surprised by her admission, he hid it well. Although, seeing as he had taken the pains to find out about her reading habits, perhaps he knew about her drinking habits as well. "You will soon grow used to it, Miss Noble." "I'm not really thirsty," she eyed the almost untouched girl with distaste. "Are you hungry?" She shook her head. "Would you like to visit the bathroom after your journey?" "No, thanks." "In that case, Miss Noble, I would like to take a proper look at what I have purchased before I go to bed. You may take of your clothes." Possession Ch. 02 And then as quickly as it started it was over and Chrissy slumped with exhaustion. Margaret removed herself from the position she was in and turned and laid next to Chrissy. She cradled Chrissy’s head in her arms and gave Chrissy a gentle kiss on the forehead. With her other hand she gently caressed Chrissy’s stomach and just under her breasts and quietly whispered, “Shhhhh,” into her ear, “there, there.” Like a mother embracing her child, they laid in that position for a few minutes until Chrissy’s breathing had returned to normal. Then, gently removing her arm from underneath the young woman’s head and leaning over to give her another kiss on the forehead, Margaret said, “You rest up dearie. Eric will be back in just a bit and you will have a lot to talk about. Harold and I have some arrangements to make.” Chrissy watched as Margaret gathered her clothes and put them back on. Before, Margaret went out the door, Chrissy looked at her and said, “Thank you, Margaret.” Margaret looked back at her and simply smiled. ************** Eric no sooner got through the bedroom door then he had to reach out with his arms and brace himself. Chrissy had launched herself at him and planted kiss after kiss upon his lips and neck and face. “Oh, Eric I can’t tell you how much I love you. You’re my whole world,” she breathlessly tried to say, “and I don’t ever want to let you go.” Eric held her to him as he spun around returning the kisses passion for passion. He tried to pause for a second and say, “Listen babe, we have to talk.” “Oh yes, ohh yess, we have sooo much to talk about. I have to tell you about my afternoon and what happened.” She stammered it out as she was hugging him around his neck. Eric was stepping forward with Chrissy’s legs wrapped around his hips trying to reach the bed. When he had reached it, he fell on the bed with his sexy wife underneath him. She let out a gasp and when he tried to rise from on her, she just tightened her legs around him and pulled him closer. She was giggling so hard, Eric could see she was having a rough time breathing. Taking her hands in his, he untangled himself and pulling her into an upright position, to a seat next to her on the bed. He could see she was excited and flushed. “Okay, honey you go first, because I know for certain there’s no way in hell you’re going to believe what I have to tell you.” He just looked into her eyes. “Eric, we’ve been chosen and we have to stay here. It’ll----,” she started to tell him of her afternoon. “Ho—howw—how did you know?” He looked incredulously at her, his eyes as big as saucers. She could tell instantly that she had taken him by surprise but she felt like her emotions were bubbling in a pressure cooker, and she just had to tell him. “Margaret,” she simply said. “Oh, honey you will never know how wonderful this afternoon has been.” She reached out and pulled him to her. “Yeah, but, but how—I just found out myself.” He still was grasping at her excitement. “It must have been the keepers or whoever they are. They probably set it up with Harold and Margaret. Margaret told me that Harold was sharing something with you.” Then she blushed and she could feel the heat rush to her face as she thought about her experience with Margaret. She had an instant image of Harold and her husband. She quickly pushed it aside and tried to calm herself. “Well, yeah, Harold took me to a place in the garden that we must have missed. It was beautiful with a marble altar-like pedestal and marble benches and-----.” Before he could finish she grabbed at his shirt and started pulling it above his head. “I have to have you. I want you cock in me as far as it can go and I want you to fuck the shit out of me.” Eric’s eyes went wide with disbelief. Not necessarily because of the sexual wantonness but rather because of the way she was demanding it. She very rarely spoke that way. It was hard for him to get her to talk dirty even in the midst of sex most times. When she did, it always took him by surprise. She reached down and pulled her blouse up and over her head not even taking the time to unbutton it. She jumped up from the bed and as she was stripping her pants down, she told him, “Get them clothes off, I want your cock. I mean it, I’m burning up and I want you to stretch my cunt until I scream for mercy.” As her panties hit the floor she reach over and tugged at his pants impatient for him to do it. As his pants hit the floor she tugged his shorts down and just let them fall, then went to her knees and without even so much as a kiss, buried his cock in her mouth. The image that Eric got was that of a ravenous animal ready to devour its prey. He let out a low howl as she grabbed his nuts and started to massage them. She was going down on his cock like there was no tomorrow and his knees were starting to wobble with the intensity of her suction. Her tongue was going a mile a minute at the underside of his cock and every once in a while he felt her try and get his cock down her throat. She had started a rhythm and Eric knew he would not last long. “God, Chrissy, I’m going to cum if you don’t let up. I – I – I’ve never seen you like this. Ohhhhh gggoooooooddddd, ohhhh goooodddddd.” He reached down and put his hands on her head. He didn’t force her, it probably wouldn’t have done any good anyway, she was going at him like his cock was the best thing to happen her; he certainly knew it was for him. She reached around him and pulled his ass cheeks to her, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Eric couldn’t believe it, she wasn’t gagging and she wasn’t stopping. His knees and legs started to wobble, and just when he thought he couldn’t stand any longer, she reached around and with a finger she pushed it into his ass! There was no warning, he shot his load into her throat without even so much as a chance to tell her. She kept sucking at him and when it seemed like some of his cum might leak out she would quickly get it with her tongue. Finally with a groan, he had to push her back. “Nooo, oh goooddddd baby I’m ssoooo sensitive, give me a break,” and he collapsed on the bed panting heavily. Then he heard it again. By now he was becoming used to it. It was the keepers. He could here the whispers and he knew now that is only what it sounded like. They were drawn to the passion and the sex. He half expected his cock to shrink but it didn’t, it just stood there as if it was waving to Chrissy. She got up on the bed next to him. What she said next kind of surprised him, but he was becoming less and less surprised at anything she said. “They’re here. Oh Eric, we’re going to get to feed them. Oh honey, I love you so much I just can’t keep my hands off of you.” She reached out and without really stroking him she again caressed his balls. She also raked her fingernails across his belly and around towards his hips. His cock started to jerk with the sensations again. He start to position himself so that he could reach her cunt with his mouth when she said, “No. Babe I want you in me. I mean it, I want you to fuck my brains out.” She started to rub her clit back and forth and gently pinch it between her thumb and forefinger. “I want you now. I need it.” She lay back and spread her legs. Eric could tell her clit was engorged and her cunt was glistening with moisture already. Her pussy lips were flushed and flared and he could see the inviting pink of her inner lips. He positioned himself to get between her spread legs when she said, “Oh yes, Eric they’re here and they want to be with us. Quick, stick that hot rod of yours into me. You better be ready to fuck me hard because that’s what I need right now.” She no longer got it out of her mouth when Eric noticed her nipples moving back and forth and it looked like they were collapsing upon themselves as if someone was pinching and pushing them from side to side. “Oh goddddd, yessss it feeeeeelllss sssooooo gooooooooood.” She was panting and gasping as Eric pulled himself closer to her. He reached between her legs and rubbed his fingers across her snatch and collected her already flowing juices. He rubbed it across his cock and she literally screamed at him, “Now, fucker, fuck my cunt NOW!!” It so totally shocked him that he lunged forward and hit the mark dead on and in one thrust he had pushed his way right to the ring of her cervix. “Now fuck MEEE!!!” she yelled as she grabbed his ass with her legs and pulled him even more into her. Her legs were like a vise. Eric’s cock was as big as he had ever known it and he could feel it pressing into her. ‘God she was tight’ he thought to himself. He felt his cock become more engorged and it felt almost like it was inflating in her. He started to pump and in just a matter of seconds he had found a rhythm with her. They were bucking the bed and the large headboard was banging the wall but he didn’t care. The next instant he was aware of the keepers, kissing him on his ears and on the backs of his legs. He even felt caresses or kisses on his balls as he slammed into his wife. Chrissy was moaning and lunging into him with every stroke that he was pumping into her. She was moaning and gasping and he could tell she was totally into the sensations flooding her. As he watch his wife’s face while he was fucking her wildly the sweat started to pool on his forehead and as soon as it felt like he had to shake it off, it was gone. It felt like the keepers had licked it or tongued it off. As he watched Chrissy’s head turned to the side and she whispered barely audibly, “Yes.” She opened her mouth and appeared to be sucking but of course Eric couldn’t see anything at all. As he watched with wonder the sight caused a rush of blood to bombard his cock even more and he felt as if it was stretching even larger. Chrissy’s cunt felt even tighter and it was as if he could feel every clench and tension of her cunt muscles on his cock. He could see the glistening of her saliva on her lips as she continued to suck on whatever it was in her mouth, and she was totally lost to the moment. Her up thrusts seemed to be in exact rhythm with the sucking motions he was watching as well as with the banging that he was giving her. Their timing was perfect and it could only be the ‘magic,’ Eric quickly thought to himself. He could feel his wife’s cervix against the head of his cock and with her pushing up to meet him it felt as if he might even invade her womb. Just as he started to pull back getting ready for another downward thrust, the kissing and caressing that was happening all over his body grew even more intense. He felt his ass cheeks being spread apart and at the height of ascent he could feel what seemed to be something small and wet enter his ass. As he thrust forward, his ass clutch whatever it was that entered him and his cock pierced her cervical ring. Chrissy howled around what Eric could only assume was a cock in her mouth, and started humping up at him even faster. Whatever had entered his ass was now probing his prostate and he could feel a load of cum boiling in his nuts. His mind was trying to analyze all the sensations he was feeling as his cock was being squeezed and milked by not only Chrissy’s cunt muscles but also the ring that held his cock head in place. Another tickle and he felt the rush of blood and the sensation of release as whatever was in his ass flooded him with---something. His body slammed forward and his cock engorged even more as Chrissy started to moan and mewl around the object in her mouth. At the same time, something almost transparent yet glistening flooded from her mouth and she was licking and lapping for all she was worth trying not to let any of it escape. Her cunt spasmed and clutched his cock in waves and he felt a flood of moisture gush at the hair around the base of his cock. He felt the flood from his ass run down and mingle with was she spewed out and he could smell the distinct aroma of wildflowers. When the aroma assailed his senses his body went into overdrive and even though he didn’t think he had anything else to give he continued humping his wife with all he had. He could only guess that the same thing happened to her because she reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks and kept pulling him to her as she humped him back. She was moaning and screaming and he was yelling at the top of his lungs as the pleasure past over and through him in waves. He didn't know he had anything else to give but his cock continued to spew into his wife’s cunt and when it hit she would push harder against him and her cunt muscles kept milking him. They were both aware of the sound that had totally enveloped them as if sonic waves were spurring them on. Their bodies flushed with a rush of blood and there was actually an aura coming from them. While in the throes of his pleasure Eric thought that he could actually see other human type shapes surrounding the both of them. There were dozens of them but he couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t hallucinating. Right then, he felt a flood of wetness engulf his cock again and felt the familiar sensation of release as his cock spewed one more time. He thought for just a brief moment that he should be soaking in sweat and perspiration but he wasn’t. In fact, he was dry and cool and so was his wife’s skin. The moisture between their legs was quickly diminishing and then just as quickly, he leaned over and slumped by the side of his wife. He felt himself floating up and over to be laid on his back next to his wife. The next sensation he felt, just before everything started to go black, was as if a hundred tongues were caressing his whole body, in every crevice, removing every bit of evidence of what had just happened. Then he slept. ************** Harold and Margaret loaded the last little bit of personal belongings that they wanted to keep in their vehicle. With a smile to one another and a quick look back at the manor that had been their home for so long, they got into their pristine 1903 Model A Ford and drove down the lane never looking back again. ************** It was a full moon that rose over the Catalina Mountains by the time Eric and Chrissy woke up. Not knowing at that time that their ‘hosts’ had left, they decided they would try and go quietly down to the kitchen and see what they could scrounge up to eat. As they descended the stairs, creeping like a couple of cat burglars, they started giggling. Eric looked over at his wife and with a finger in front of his lips went, “Shhhhh, don’t wake the Parkers.” When they reached the foot of the stairs they saw a light on from the direction of the kitchen and so feeling like maybe one or both of the Parkers were up they went in and looked around. There were plates and glasses on the table already laid out. A large note read, “Food and drinks in the fridge. Knew you would be hungry. Read the book on the table, will explain all. Nice to have met you. Good-bye. Signed, Harold and Margaret Parker.” Chrissy looked over at Eric perplexed and stammered, “Wh- what? What’s going on?” Eric reached over and picked up the book, glanced at it for a moment, then looking up at Chrissy, stated, “I think I already know. Margaret and Harold told us what they could, but I’m sure this book DOES explain it all.” He held it up for her to see. The book looked like it might have been very old, but it was in excellent condition. The cover was leather engraved and the pages looked as good as the day it was printed. Eric turned it back over and looking at Chrissy, read the cover, “The Magic of the Keepers” then under it in smaller type it read, “The Theory That Possession Is Nine Tenths The Law.” ************** Over his shoulder Eric heard his wife arise and stretch then looked over at him. “Oh you man, starting with out me, huh?” Eric could feel the familiar sensation that he had come to look forward too after all these years. The tightening of his balls and the tension in his legs. This morning was a little different he knew, but the keepers did know how to bring the best out of him. Chrissy’s gray streaked hair fell over her breasts as she leaned forward and said to her man, “They’re just going to have to share you to day sir.” She giggled and pulled him to his feet, pushed him backwards to the bed and all Eric could think of was, ‘I love this woman more than life itself.’ As Eric lay back on the bed allowing his gorgeous wife to straddle him, he listened and smiled inwardly. They were pleased. The whispers had ceased oh so many years ago and his and Chrissy’s hearing had become so much more attuned to what they were saying. As Chrissy fell upon his manhood the sighs and the moans of the keepers mingled with the moans and groans of the two lovers. ************** Eric and Chrissy had many rewarding and enlightening sexual adventures over the many years that they managed the manor house. They met many different people and helped those same people discard their inhibitions by showing their guests the value of total and unconditional love. It is my hope that this was enjoyable to you. These adventures can and probably will be continued. Please take the time to vote and remember, any and all comments will be appreciated. Possession Ch. 03 "What?" Beth stared at Dmitri in disbelief. "I told you to strip." Beth shook her head, her brain suddenly submerged in fog and unable to comprehend what she had just heard. Her eyes flicked from Dmitri to Ivan. In her mind, although Dmitri was the bad guy, she had come to see his employee as a potential future ally. True, she had only spent an hour or so with him in the back of a car, albeit not engaged in activities that would have encouraged them to get to know one another, but she thought he was the decent sort. Only he did nothing. He just sat there, impassive, while his boss ordered her to take off her clothes. Her expectations that he would come to her aid were dashed. It was obvious she would receive no help from him. But did Dmitri honestly expect her to undress in front of him? "Here? Now?" Dmitri nodded. "Da." "No! I can't!" She stepped back towards the door, wanted to bolt, to run away from the awful situation she had found herself in. Dmitri snapped his fingers. "Ivan, call my men. Tell them to wait until Miss Noble returns to her home before they visit her family. I want her to witness what the consequences of her refusal will be first hand." He took another sip of his vodka. A chill crept into Beth's bones. She did not want to contemplate what those consequences would be. "Please! Don't!" She lurched forward, as if she was preparing to snatch Ivan's phone from out of his hand. "And why not?" "Please!" She heard the desperation in her voice and it was pathetic. She lowered her head, her voice dropping so that Dmitri had to strain his ears to hear her. "My Mum – she isn't very well. Please, don't hurt her." Any tinge of guilt was overcome by the elation of triumph. Dmitri knew he had her. When he was younger, his father once told him that someone who knew what your weaknesses were was someone who owned you. Now he had discovered what Beth's weakness was, she was his. Casually, revelling in his victory, he transferred his glass from one hand to the other before placing it on a nearby side table. "Miss Noble, I will make this clear to you once and only once. By entering into this arrangement, I will write off your family's debt. In return, I expect nothing more than your complete obedience, devotion and loyalty for the next two months. Your family, including your mother, will be completely unharmed. At the end of your service, you will be free to go your own way. But until then, I own you. You are mine. Do you understand?" Dmitri pressed the tips of his fingers together as he waited for her acknowledgement. "Yes, I understand," she replied bitterly. "But – " "No buts, Miss Noble," he cut her off. I do not want to have to fight you every day. I will not tolerate your arguing with me constantly," he rebuked her sharply before his lips slowly curved into a smile. "But as it is your first night, I will allow this indiscretion to slide. Only I warn you, do not always expect me to be this lenient." He picked up the glass and drained it until it was empty. "Now take off your clothes, or Ivan will make that telephone call." The tone of his voice was utterly without mercy and told her this was no idle threat. Then again, Beth did not think that Dmitri was capable of making idle threats. And yet she could not bring herself to move. The fire in the room burned brightly, the air was warm, but Beth shivered. Her legs had turned to jelly and trembled like they were about to give way beneath her. "Do I need to repeat myself again? Strip. Now!" Something about the command snapped her out of the trance she had been in. Beth slid the robe from her shoulders, allowing the threadbare fabric to fall in a crumpled heap on the floor. Biting the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste blood, she toed off her slippers. The carpet pile was soft and thick beneath the soles of her feet, plush and luxurious like all of Dmitri Voronov's surroundings. Then she hesitated. Should she remove her pyjama bottoms or her shirt first? "Please," she whispered, beseeching him. "Please don't make me do this." "Go on," Dmitri brushed aside her entreaty. "Continue. Bystro!" "Please," Beth begged. "I can't!" "My patience is wearing thin, Miss Noble. Take off your clothes or I will not hesitate to remove them from you." "Dmitri," Ivan interjected with quiet calm, "My friend, perhaps this is not the way – " "No, Ivan," Dmitri held up a hand to silence him. "She needs to learn to obey." Learning to obey was, at that moment, the hardest lesson he could have insisted on giving to Beth. Hell, differential calculus would have been easier – and Beth was absolutely useless at mathematics. Hot tears pricked the corners of Beth's eyes. Closing them, she undid the string of her pyjama bottoms, bending to push them down her legs, taking care to keep her knees together and squat so that the motion was as unsexy as she could make it. She stepped out of them, sucking in desperate gulps of air, forcing herself to gain some semblance of control, to not to break down in tears. She didn't wear panties to sleep in, but always pyjamas, so the sensation of her most intimate parts being bared was somewhat foreign. She had to remind herself that, although Dmitri had given her the order, it wasn't he who she was undressing for. She was doing this for her mother, to keep her mother safe, to protect her family and her home. This was just a hoop she had to jump through. Yet jumping through hoops offered her little comfort. At least the flickering glow of the firelight would disguise the marks on her body and hide her bruises. Her hands were shaking as she struggled to unbutton her shirt. Even with her eyes shut, she could see what she was doing in slow motion. It was as if she had detached herself from her body. All too soon, the buttons were undone and the front of the shirt flapped open. Removing it completely, it joined the pile of her clothes on the floor. Beth covered herself with her arms as best she could. But she could not rid herself of the sensation of being watched. Dmitri held his breath. To call her beautiful would be a lie. But then one did not need to be a model to have allure. Her curves were as generous as he had imagined them to be. Her breasts were pert, her hips begged to be grabbed. The way she undressed revealed she had never had a career as an exotic dancer. But that was just another attraction. Her awkward movements, her discomfort, how her eyes kept flicking towards Ivan, not to entice, but because she didn't want him to see her – it all just stoked his desire. Her innocence was endearing. Her lack of awareness turned him on. There was so much he could teach her about her body. He couldn't wait to begin. On the one hand, he was glad that she didn't look at him like she looked at his friend. It was obvious she was uneasy with Ivan's presence. He did not want her to always be uneasy with him. But he did want her to know he was there and not to ignore his presence. "Open your eyes," he demanded. Beth did so, but stared at the ceiling. "Lower your arms." It took great force of effort to wrench her arms away from her body, but she willed herself to comply. It was not cold but she felt exposed. Her nipples were hard and stood self-consciously on end, dusky pink and begging to be kissed. "Look at me." That was the hardest command to follow so far. First she looked at Ivan. Fortunately his eyes were averted and he seemed to be studying his glass of vodka. "Not at my friend. At me, Beth." At the sound of her name, Beth's head jerked in his direction. As soon as she met his intense gaze, she was trapped, unable to look away, unable to move, like a deer caught by headlights. Her mouth went dry. She knew Dmitri was a handsome man, in an objective way. Yet she had never realised how cruel and brutal attraction could be. She might not have any experience with the opposite sex, but she was sufficiently sensible to acknowledge that she was not completely immune to his good looks, no matter how much she wished she could be. She wanted to run. She was completely naked, utterly exposed to his scrutiny, every flaw and blemish revealed for his judgement. Her ears were hot, her face burned with embarrassment. No man had ever seen her undressed, not even her stepfather, no matter how many times he had tried to walk in on her whilst she was changing. Why wasn't he saying anything? He was just staring at her, completely silently. Did she repulse him that much? Beth knew he had money and power. He was probably used to tall, leggy blondes and model types. Not petite girls with hair that was almost ginger. The only reason why she was thin was because she couldn't afford to overeat. A hamburger cost a couple of pounds but a carrot was just twelve pence in the local supermarket. She had at least shaved her legs and underarms before she had gone to Dmitri's club, thank goodness. That was one small blessing. But between her legs was a different matter. She had not expected that anybody would be seeing her unclothed anytime soon and had never made the effort to groom herself there. One of the girls she worked with had gone to a salon to get a brazillian done a few months ago and had complained about how much it had hurt. That had completely put Beth off going bald. And at least the pubic hair helped to hide her most intimate parts. "Some more vodka, Ivan?" Dmitri casually asked his friend. "Da," Ivan replied, grateful for the reprieve. He did not think he could bear watching the poor girl being tormented any longer. Ivan stood, taking Dmitri's empty tumbler. Beth heard the clink of glass against glass as he poured both of them another drink. "Thank you, my friend." Meanwhile, Beth's eyes remained locked with Dmitri's. As he drank, his lips caressed the rim of the glass. She flushed even more, the gesture conjuring the image of his sensual mouth caressing her skin. The two men quietly finished their drinks. Ivan barely looked at her – in fact, he seemed intent on avoiding having to look at her. Dmitri, on the other hand, never stopped staring. She felt like a sculpture, on display for Dmitri's viewing pleasure. Just another piece of art to add to his collection. Although she was hardly as beautiful as some of the paintings she had already seen. A few minutes later, Ivan stood. "I should go home. Maria did not want me to stay out all night. With the baby coming, I should at least be there for her in the morning." He knocked back the last of the vodka. Dmitri chuckled, still not moving. "You married types. Go," he motioned towards the door with his chin. "Go home to your pretty wife. I will see you at the club tomorrow night at eight." "If I am still alive," Ivan grumbled. "After the tongue lashing I am going to get, I will be lucky to escape. Do svidaniya, my friend." "Do svidaniya. Shall I see you out?" Dmitri looked away from Beth and she breathed deeply in relief. "Nyet. No need." Ivan skirted past Beth as he moved across the room, careful not to make contact with her. She had not realised he was married and couldn't help but wonder what his wife would think about him having watched her strip for his boss. "Oh, and Dmitri – take care of Miss Noble," he said. With that parting, he left and closed the door behind himself. The instant he left the room, the atmosphere transformed. Beth was acutely aware that they were alone and that she was naked in the presence of a man for the first time in her life. She wondered what he was thinking, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Dmitri observed her fidgeting. To be more accurate, he observed every little detail about her. He drank in the view of her like an alcoholic downs glass after glass of wine – never satiated, each sip making him a tiny bit more intoxicated. Like the mole on the inside of her ankle, the tiny birthmark on her hip bone, the scar from where she had her appendix removed. Dmitri knew he was being harsh. He had not planned to humiliate her. But when he saw her again, he wanted revenge. It may have been petty to punish her for turning him down, not once, but twice, but he had to make her pay. At least the angle in which he was sitting meant she couldn't see his growing erection. He had no intention of letting her know how much his body craved hers. Not yet, at least. After all, if she knew she had any sort of power over him, even if that power came from the face he just wanted to see her spent body collapse after he had fucked her, he wouldn't even come close to getting her in his bed. But everything about her called to him. Dmitri practised self-restraint in all walks of life, but simply seeing her brought his control close to breaking point. She was like a siren, he was unable to resist. She filled him with single-mindedness. He had to have her, to take her, to make her realise that she was his and only his. "Close your eyes," he ordered. Earlier on, not being able to see him had reassured her. Now, the prospect made her fearful. He tilted his head just a fraction to one side, his jaw tensing with impatience. Reluctantly, she shut her eyes. Dmitri approached her leisurely, taking his time. He circled her deliberately, pacing out a spiral with her at the centre. When he was standing directly behind her, he stopped. Reaching out, he brushed her bare shoulder with his fingertips. She flinched and started forward. "Still," he instructed her firmly. Beth instantly went rigid. She was completely thrown off balance by the scenario, and it did not help that she could not look at him. "Don't open your eyes," he cautioned her, as if he had read her mind. Beth squeezed them shut, even though her instincts were screaming that she was in danger. The adrenaline had hit her bloodstream and she had to subdue her impulse for fight or flight, remaining impassive and in control of her motions when all she wanted to do was knock Dmitri out and get as far away from him as possible. Meanwhile, Dmitri was working out the opposite – how to bring her as close to him as possible. Not even coming into contact with her skin, he lifted the hair that hung down her back, picking it up and allowing it to fall over one shoulder. Then he touched her again, applying only the tiniest hint of pressure, so gently that she wasn't sure if it was real or a panic-induced hallucination. Wherever his fingertips went, she felt a frisson of something, although whether or not it was excitement or dread she had no idea. His hand moved lower and he traced a line down her spine, following the arch of her back. As he came closer and closer to her pert behind, Beth's throat tightened and her pulse quickened. Just when she was on the verge of abandoning any semblance of calm, he moved away. "Relax, girl. I will not harm you," he leaned forward and spoke softly in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Suddenly she could no longer sense him and she realised he had put some distance between them. For a moment she considered herself insulted. He had made her undress, and for what? To play with her hair? If he was going to force her to have sex, there was no need to toy with her. Suddenly his palms were on her hips. The peaks of her nipples scraped against something – his shirt? They were so responsive, so alert, that although she knew Dmitri Voronov was the type to only wear shirts of the softest cotton, the fabric felt coarse, like sackcloth. From his proximity, she guessed he must have been positioned directly in front of her. Firmly now, exerting more pressure, his hands moved upwards. They coursed up her waist and paused just below her breasts. When he felt their underside with the pads of his thumbs, an involuntary gasp escaped Beth's lips. She had not thought she was so sensitive. Again she flushed. She could sense him smiling at her reaction. She did not need to see to know that whilst she was naked, his face was wearing a smug grin. Cautiously, she opened her eyes to find out she was right. He was clearly satisfied at having elicited such a reaction. Her palm itched to backhand him. He tilted his head, his smirk daring her to fight him. Beth refused to be goaded into taking the bait. She straightened her back and clamped her hands against her sides. Yet that only presented her breasts to him. And Dmitri planned to take full advantage of that gift. They were firm and pert, enough to fill his hand and in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. Done with soft touches, he squeezed one nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Ouch!" she yelped, alarmed. "Shhhh," he soothed. "Does it really hurt?" His tone had changed. Before it had simply been deep. Now it was richer, layered with husky seduction. Ignoring how good the reverberations of his voice felt, she thought for a moment. It wasn't a wholly unpleasant sensation. Just unfamiliar. "No," she whispered. "It doesn't really hurt." "Good," he breathed. He tightened his grip and she hissed. Yet when he let go, she missed the pressure of his fingers. She caught herself leaning into him, as if seeking him out. "Easy there," he crooned. She was so confused. Just moments ago, she had wanted to hurt him. If she were honest with herself, she still did. But aside from that, she was also having feelings towards him that were somewhat less malevolent. That was why she did not try to stop him. In her conflict, she was helpless. She had not wanted to undress for him, but now she had, she did not know what further boundaries he would try to cross – and what crossings she could prevent. Again he moved so that he was behind her. Wrapping one arm around her in a sort of embrace, he cradled her against his body. The white material of his shirtsleeve had been folded over on itself, rolled up to his elbow, and his tanned forearm contrasted against her pale skin. "Try to enjoy this," he murmured with encouragement. Beth tried to twist her body round. As she lifted her face to him, her lips were slightly parted. Dmitri felt a sudden urge to kiss her, to taste her. But he refrained. It would not do to encourage any sort of romantic notions, and with a girl as inexperienced as Beth, a kiss could easily be mistaken as having some sort of significance. So he simply held her in place, firm and gentle. With his other hand, he tangled his fingers into the thatch of curls between her legs. His touch was explorative as he cupped her. Only then did she start to squirm. "Stay still," he said, only he said it as if it were a promise – if she stayed still, something would happen. Slowly he ran a finger along her slit. Beth tensed. Yet he carried on stroking her until she relaxed. Then he sought out her tiny bud of pleasure, the pearl-like bid of flesh which caused her chest to heave, her muscles to quiver, her entire world to contract to that single centre. For once, Beth's inner-voice was silent. Her mind had gone completely blank, empty of all thoughts, consumed by physical sensation. All that she was aware of was her body – and his. His frame behind her was a masculine wall of toned muscle. She could smell his aftershave, and beneath that, something else – a scent that was uniquely his. And his palms against her bare flesh – she thought she could distinguish his fortune lines, the bump on his ring finger from how he held his pen and a slight callous on the heel of his hand. The touch between her legs had become infuriating. His finger was moving too slowly. Her hips twisted and writhed, trying to draw out the contact. Inside her core had contracted, a spring winding tighter and tighter. Summer lightening flickered through her body, sparks of energy igniting a fire that refused to be quenched. And only when she thought she could stand it no more, she soared. She had seen skydivers on television and never understood why anyone would want to hurl themselves out of an aeroplane. Now she knew – free fall. The world rushed past her in a blur and she felt weightless. Possession Ch. 03 Wave after wave of pleasure crashed against her. Like a rock battered on all sides by the sea, she was immersed in the sensation. It was violent, it shaped her, it was exquisite. It went on and on and just when she thought it would never end, it did. It was over. She panted, trying to catch her breath, her heart pounding as if she had run a marathon. Strong arms held her, stroking her bare skin, drawing out the last few sensual ripples. Dmitri knew he had to leave her. He could not stay in her presence any longer. Not without grabbing her and fucking her against a wall. She had passion. She kept it hidden but it was there, ready and waiting to be called to the surface. But he would not take her yet. He wanted to savour her, he wanted her willing and weeping to have him inside her. So, like Ivan, he decided it was time to leave. When he was sure she was able to stand without his support, he released her abruptly and sprang away. Grazing past her on his way to the doorway, he paused when he was far enough out of eyeshot that she would have to turn to see him. "Your bedroom is upstairs. On the first floor. Turn left on the landing, you will find it at the end of the corridor." An instant later, Beth was alone. She felt hollow inside, bereft and lost. Only then did she crumble, collapsing into a heap amongst her piles of clothes, her shoulders shuddering as she was wracked with sobs. Possession Ch. 04 Beth awoke in a room that was bathed in light. It was the middle of the day, she guessed. But if it hadn't been so bright, she would have rolled over and gone back to sleep. She just wanted to forget what had happened the night before. When she had finally collected herself, she had clambered into her crumpled garments. Her nerves had been completely frayed and her hands were shaking so much she hadn't been able to match the buttons of her pyjama top to their respective holes. Still in a daze, she had almost crawled up the stairs until she found her room. Then she had collapsed on her bed, immediately dropping into a black oblivion from which she had emerged only too soon. She had slept deeply and dreamlessly. But she had been so tired. It was the sort of overwhelming exhaustion that came at the end of a long ordeal. But Beth knew her ordeal was far from over. It had merely begun. Beth had been so humiliated. Dmitri had ordered her to undress for him. she did not have to comply, but she had. then she had been put out that he had not shown her any sort of appreciation or admiration for her. He had not laid a finger on her in anger and he had not caused her pain, but he had touched her. Not just touched her, he had stroked her in her most intimate region. What was worse, she had enjoyed it. Once or twice, late at night, under the cloak of darkness when she had been certain that her stepfather and mother were sound asleep, she had explored her body herself. On more than one occasion, she had managed to bring herself to a shuddering orgasm. She had enjoyed the release, but there had been no fireworks - it had not been the spectacular sensation that Beth had heard the girls at work gossiping about. Yet Dmitri had not simply made her come - he had made her come apart! Afterwards she had been breathless. But she had also been left strangely bereft and even humbled. She was so confused. How in the world had he brought her to pleasure? She hated him for the power he had flaunted over her family. His threats against her mother had been unforgiveable. He had scared her so much, she had been backed into a corner. Surely she should be immune to him? Instead her reaction to him had been intense. Her body thrummed with the excitement of new self-discovery. But now she also felt grubby. Between her legs, she was sticky and damp from the lingering evidence of her encounter with Dmitri. Every time she rubbed her thighs together, she was reminded of what had happened. It made her redden with embarrassment. But he had ignited a new craving inside her. Now she knew what it was to explode, she wanted to recapture the moment. Like a drug, one taste was simply not enough to satisfy her completely. She was so confused! Her frame of mind was as volatile as a whirlpool and as stable as a landslide. With a frustrated groan, she reached for a spare pillow and pulled it over her head. There was a knock on the door, interrupting Beth's mental tirade of self-pity. She sat up, clutching the pillow protectively to her chest. She hesitated, not answering. What if it was Dmitri? She wasn't mentally prepared to face him. The knocking persisted. When Beth still didn't respond, the door opened and a woman's face poked through the gap. "Oh good!" the intruder exclaimed. "You are awake!" Beth stared at her warily. "Who are you?" she asked. The woman entered, nudging the door open with her foot because she was carrying a tray in her hands. She was much older than Beth - probably in her sixties - and her grey hair was pinned back in a bun. She was dressed neatly in a navy skirt and white blouse and had an air of kind authority about her. "Only Mrs Jenkins, my dear. I'm Mr Voronov's housekeeper." "His housekeeper?" Beth repeated with a touch of incredulity. "Of course!" Mrs Jenkins set the tray down on top of a chest of drawers. "The man is completely incapable of housework - he needs someone around here to look after him! And I've been doing it since he was still in nappies - I was his nanny you see." He'd had a nanny and now he had a housekeeper? Beth didn't know why she was so surprised. She'd been welcomed by a butler the previous night, no wonder he employed other staff. And the image of Dmitri washing dirty dishes, although it was amusing to picture him in marigold gloves, was laughable. Beth, on the other hand, was usually the one waiting on other people, not the one being waited upon. She watched Mrs Jenkins potter about, picking up a cushion that had fallen off the end of the bed and straightening a towel on the rail hanging off the radiator. Awkwardly, she pushed aside the covers and made to get up. "Now just you stay in bed, young lady," Mrs Jenkins rebuked Beth with a stern look. "You aren't going anywhere until you've had some breakfast." Beth froze before slowly tucking her feet back under the duvet. Mrs Jenkins brought over the tray to her and placed it on her lap. "It's only a cup of tea and a round of toast, but I didn't know what you'd didn't think you'd want anything too fussy after your late night last night." "Thanks," Beth murmured in reply. "Eat up," Mrs Jenkins smiled at her encouragingly. Beth began nibbling at a piece of toast. "Good girl. What do you think of the jam?" Beth tilted her head, puzzled. "The jam?" "It's from my garden, you see - I grew the strawberries myself." Beth had never met anyone who made their own jam before. It had always seemed like such a time-consuming process. She took a larger bite of the toast. "It's really tasty," she said once she had swallowed. "Good! I was worried it would be a bit too sweet - you never can tell with summer strawberries, you know!" Mrs Jenkins wandered over to the towel rail and began folding and refolding the towel that was hanging there. "You don't have to do that," Beth said. "Nonsense! It's about time you let someone look after you - goodness knows you look like you could do with a good feed and a holiday. I know how young girls like you always think it's fashionable to be skinny, but as my mother told me, you should never trust a girl who is too thin - they always try to steal your lunch!" She chuckled at her own joke. It was an infectious laugh and Beth found herself joining in. "Isn't it amazing what a good laugh and a cup of tea can do, isn't it?" Beth nodded in agreement. "Like I said, it's about time you let someone look after you. I know you've been having a trying time recently - sometimes you just have to make sure you get some food down you so you can face the next day. Though I won't blame you if you've lost your appetite," Mrs Jenkins paused, her lips pursed in disapproval. "I can't say I approve of Mr Voronov's methods. Threatening your family - I was his nanny from when he was just a tiny dot and I know I've brought him up better than that!" Beth spluttered, choking on her toast. She coughed and gulped at her tea to wash it down. "He told you?" "Yes," Mrs Jenkins said, her expression sympathetic. "As I said, I can't say I agree with what he is doing. But it's not my place to judge him so don't ask me to say any more on the matter. Although if you want my opinion, if I were still his nanny, I would give him exactly what for!" Despite how heartening it was to know she had Mrs Jenkins behind her, Beth stared down at her plate of half-eaten breakfast and willed for the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She felt thoroughly ashamed. Hearing about her arrangement with Dmitri from someone else only increased how disgusted she was with herself. The mattress shifted as Mrs Jenkins sat on the edge of the bed. "Now don't look so downcast, dear, I've met all sorts, working for Mr Voronov and his family. I've learned how to spot the wrong sort from the right sort and I can tell you're not a bad person," she patted Beth's knee reassuringly. "I still can't believe he told you," Beth raised her hands and buried her face in them. "Told me?" Mrs Jenkins chortled. "He didn't tell me. I asked! He said he had a lady visiting and when I asked him who you were, he was rather shifty about it. I knew something was up, and bless him, he tried to come up with some sort of story, but soon enough the words came tumbling out. Like I said, I used to be his nanny - that boy might have been able to lie to his mother, but there is no way he can lie to me!" "Still, I just..." Beth paused to search for the words. "I just wish - " "Dear, whatever you might wish, I've already told you I don't think any less of you for your arrangement with Mr Voronov. I'm old enough and ugly enough to know that there are some things in life you just have to do and live with." She nodded at the breakfast tray that Beth had barely touched. "So you eat up and I promise you'll soon start feeling much better." The housekeeper hauled herself back to her feet, wincing as her knees creaked. Obediently, Beth began munching on her toast again. "Good girl. Now you stay in bed for as long as you want. Mr Voronov says he's not expecting to see you before dinner at seven." Opening a cupboard, she pulled out a large, fluffy, white towelling bathrobe. "You'll want this until we can get you something more presentable to wear." "He wants to see me at dinner?" "He didn't say for sure, dear, but he asked me to lay out food for two. I'm at my bridge club tonight - it's my evening off - so it'll only be cold cuts and salad, but I'm sure I can find some time this afternoon to whip up something tasty for dessert." Mrs Jenkins frowned as she assessed Beth. "Although you do look too skinny to eat puddings. Maybe I should just chop some fruit." "I love desserts," Beth blurted out. "But don't go to any trouble." "Oh, nonsense." The frown on Mrs Jenkins' face vanished. "Too many of the girls Mr Voronov brings home stick to such strange diets. I always tell him not to trust a woman who survives on cucumber and celery - perhaps he finally listened," she winked at Beth. Mrs Jenkins continued pottering about until Beth had finished eating her breakfast. Only then did she whisk the tray away and leave Beth alone, with strict instructions to find her if she was hungry later and directions to the nearest bathroom. Without the friendly chatter, it was eerily quiet. The silence unnerved Beth. It would have been tranquil, had it not given her time and peace to think. For some unknown reason, it mattered to her that Mrs Jenkins did not think her defiled. Yet Beth was aware there was a whole world outside who would be ready to look down on her for her actions. Despite her inner protestations to the contrary, Beth had a choice. When Dmitri had asked her - told her - to remove her clothes, she could have walked out of his house. She could have demanded to be taken home, where she would have gone to sleep and when she woke up that morning she would have been in her own bed, not some strange man's house. But then Dmitri would have sent his goons. He hadn't seemed to be the sort of man who made a habit of bluffing. Whatever her actions were, Beth had to live with their consequences. And if she had to choose between guilt that she had not kept her mother safe and a toxic concoction of self-loathing and debasement, she picked the latter. Perhaps she had assumed too much over the past years. When Beth and her mother had found themselves alone, their roles had switched. Beth's Mum was too distraught to do even the simplest of tasks so it had fallen to Beth, who was barely a teenager at the time, to look after them both. She had become the parents, even though she too was adjusting to life without her Dad. But maybe if she hadn't taken on so much responsibility, Beth's mother would have been forced to get a grip. She wouldn't have thrown herself at any man who offered her some semblance of protection and, more importantly, she might not have married Kevin. Hindsight was as clear as day. But it was too late for what-ifs and maybes. Beth could not undo the past, just like she had no way of telling the future. Deep down she acknowledged that although she had been presented with a choice, her other option was not realistically one that she cared to consider. But it hadn't been a fair choice. And so Beth decided to do the only thing she could do at that point in time to feel more human. She wanted to bathe. Gathering together a towel and the fluffy robe that Mrs Jenkins had laid out for her, she went in search of the bathroom. When she found it, thanks to Mrs Jenkins earlier directions, it was immediately apparent that it was well-equipped. A new toothbrush had been laid out for her - the packaging was in the bin. A large array of shampoos and other hair products lined the shelf. There was even deodorant and a small vial of perfume. A slight frown creased Beth's forehead when she noticed that most of the bottles had been opened. Her momentary illusion that this selection had been put out specially for her was shattered. Clearly she was just one of many women who had needed to use the facilities whilst staying in Dmitri's house. She needed to get a grip, Beth told herself as she ran the shower. Any relationship she had with Mr Voronov was purely business and certainly did not have anything to do with romance. The sooner she got that into her head, the better. And he had made it clear that he was staking ownership of her, not the other way around. She had no right to feel even the slightest pang of jealousy, no matter how small. But Beth wasn't jealous. Not a jot. And above all, she did not care one tiny bit what Dmitri Voronov thought of her. Undressing quickly, she stepped under the hot running water with a sigh of bliss. The shower was heavenly. The water cascading over her skin was both cleansing and revitalising. It was exactly what she had needed. With a sense of petty victory, she chose what appeared to be the most expensive bottle of shower gel. It smelled like limes and blossoms - a far cry from the cheap bars of soap she bought from the supermarket. Rubbing it into a lather, she spread the foam over her body. Her hand brushed her nipples and instantly they hardened into stiff peaks. He had also touched her there and the sensation had been wonderful. Experimentally she grasped a bud between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed. The sudden pressure forced a breathless gasp to escape her lips and when she let go, her nipple still ached and tingled. Hesitantly she moved her hand lower. It was her body, but it felt naughty to be doing this now she knew what sort of intense pleasure she could achieve. Yet Beth could not help but wonder how Dmitri had known. He had played her body with the skilled fingers of an expert pianist. But why could she not do the same? Glancing through the door of the shower cubicle, she checked the door was locked. Then she pressed her fingers against her folds. It felt good, but a far cry from how amazing it had been before. But Dmitri had not touched her like that. Chewing her lip, Beth shifted. She parted her legs, bending one knee slightly. Her lips parted and she ran a finger between them. Her skin was wet and slippery, but not from soap and water. Where was that spot that Dmitri had found? The one that had pushed her over the edge? Beth's fingernail grazed a hard pearl. Her whole body jerked and she felt her internal muscles convulse. She had to shoot out an arm and lean against a wall to steady herself, or else her knees would have buckled. There, that was the spot. Her clitoris. The whispered the word, tasting it. How anatomical it was. Such a contrast to the intense desire that it triggered. The door handle rattled. Beth froze. Then there was a knock. Beth rinsed her fingers quickly and turned off the water. "Yes?" she called out. "Only me, dear!" Mrs Jenkins replied. "Don't you fret - I wasn't going to peek. Just wanted to check you were all right - you've been in there an awfully long time." "I'm fine," Beth said. "Just washing my hair." "Not to worry then - come out when you're all done. There's a visitor waiting for you in your room." Beth asked who it was, but Mrs Jenkins didn't respond - she must have already gone. She wanted to groan in frustration. What she would have given to be left alone for another ten minutes. But her sense of courtesy meant she felt compelled to hurry. She finished washing, dampening her hair to make the reason for her delay seem more plausible. Wrapping herself in the towel robe, she folded her clothes into a bundle and carried them back into her room. The bed had already been made, not that one could tell. The bedspread was covered in piles of new garments of every description. Surveying the organised chaos was a stunningly beautiful woman who could have stepped straight from the catwalk. She wore fitted jeans as if they were a second skin with a black t-shirt and blazer. High-heeled thigh-high boots completed the ensemble. She oozed understated sexiness and confidence that Beth could only be envious of. "Hello?" The woman swung around, her eyes locking onto Beth. "So you are the girl my husband won't stop talking about," she remarked with an air of perfected nonchalance. She was not Russian, but her accent still had a hint of the exotic. "Excuse me?" "I am Masha, Ivan's wife. He tells me he saw you naked last night." For a moment Beth was about to say sorry. But why should she? It wasn't as if she had performed a strip tease for the two men. She hadn't even realised Ivan was married until it had been mentioned, and if he had been wearing a wedding ring, Beth hadn't noticed it. If he was committed to his wife, he should have realised he should not be there and left sooner. So, folding her arms, even though she was barefoot and clad only in a robe, she stared the other woman down as best she could, considering she was several inches shorter. "Ivan was there when I was naked, yes." Masha arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow in challenge. "And you are not apologetic?" "Whatever happened last night was a private matter between myself and Mr Voronov. Your husband was a witness. I do not think that is my fault." "Ivan did not tell me you had a spine. I approve." "Thanks," Beth muttered uncertainly. "You do not have to worry. I do not blame you. I learned a long time ago that when it comes to those two men, I should never forget that they are like brothers, but will never actually be brothers." "What do you mean?" Masha shrugged with resignation. "Ivan is Dmitri's best friend - perhaps the only man that Dmitri trusts. But he is also an employee with an employee's contract and an employee's pay. His family did not have the same luck that Dmitri's father had. Without the Voronov family, he thinks he would be nothing. A brother would have told Dmitri to stop. Instead, when Dmitri tells Ivan to do something, Ivan obeys." Masha shook her head. "One day that silly man will grow a pair of balls." Beth's eyes widened and she was struck utterly dumb by Masha's scathing tone. "Oh don't look so shocked. I might be married to the man, but I know he's no saint. Even if he ever had been, spending any sort of time with Dmitri would corrupt even a host of God's angels." "Is he so terrible?" "You've only just met the man, haven't you?" Masha didn't wait for Beth to respond. "If you think what he is trying to do to you is terrible, you will soon learn what the true meaning of terrible is. He might be blackmailing you into bed, but he is capable of much, much worse." Masha turned her attention to the bed and started picking through a pile of cardigans. She left two on the bed before tossing the remainder into a bag. "What is all of this?" Beth asked, glad to move onto another topic of conversation. "Dmitri called Ivan and told him that you needed clothes. My husband, like most men, would never go shopping unless threatened by death. Fortunately Dmitri hadn't made that ultimatum, so he called me to do the job instead." Masha made a cursory examination of Beth. "Fortunately, unless you're hiding anything under that robe, he seemed to have provided me with an accurate physical description." Possession Ch. 04 Beth felt her cheeks begin to redden and bit her tongue in an effort to keep the blush down. If she were going to survive the next two months with any shred of pride or dignity intact, she would have to stop being so ashamed of herself, so prone to embarrassment. "You're learning," Masha commented, observing Beth closely. "So all of these clothes are in my size?" Beth thought a change of subject was safer, unsure of whether or not she could take Masha as a confidante. "Approximately. Most of this we'll send back." Masha reached out and lifted a strand of Beth's hair. "Ivan forgot to tell me you had such a vivid complexion. Some of these tones will be thoroughly unacceptable. They just will not suit." With renewed fervour, Masha set to work attacking the piles of clothes, sifting through as she put together Beth's new wardrobe. "Here," she thrust an armful of black dresses in Beth's general direction. "Try these on." "All of them?" "Yes, all of them." Masha confirmed with a roll of her eyes. "What do you think I meant?" "But there are so many!" Beth exclaimed. "Do I really have to do this? Is this necessary? Can't I just get my clothes from home?" Masha snorted. "Ivan took me to that place - your 'home'. Your stepfather let us in. He was surprisingly eager to sell us your old clothes but when we looked at them, we concluded they are not suitable." As if she had just been stung, Beth recoiled. "What's wrong with them? Dmitri liked me well enough in them before." "He saw you once," Masha rolled her eyes again in what Beth would soon learn was one of her signature expressions. "When it comes to a pretty woman, Dmitri wouldn't care if they were wearing a boiler suit, so long as he could take it off her and check all of her parts are accounted for and in the right place. So don't think about him - he's just a man. You need to start dressing for yourself and those bitches who crowd around him. If you're going to be in this world for any time at all, you need to look like you belong. When you're Dmitri's woman, any female you meet could be and probably is plotting to bring you down." Beth snorted. "Because he's that much of a catch?" "He's good-looking, he's intelligent and he's not a brute," Masha ticked off Dmitri's allegedly 'good qualities' on her fingers. "Of course, threatening my family so that I'll be his plaything means he's not a brute." "He could have made you watch them being tortured until you agreed - be grateful it was just a few threats. And he's rich. So if the man doesn't mind buying you a new wardrobe, spend all the fucking money you can on whatever you want. He can afford it, believe me, and you will feel much more comfortable when you're at his side. Now start trying on those dresses and show me when you find one that fits." "But I don't own any underwear," she argued weakly. Masha handed her a shopping bag. "There are a few sizes in there. I think Ivan was a little too scared of me to properly estimate what bra you needed - or to admit if he already had." "Thanks," Beth slipped back into the bathroom. When she emerged, she was once again wearing a black dress, but what a far cry it had been to the cheap second-hand shift she had the day before. She had never felt so sophisticated in her life. It was exquisitely cut, as if it had been made for her. It would have been modest enough for a nun, had the back not been cut out and replaced by a transparent panel of sheer material. Masha nodded when she saw Beth. "Nice. Turn." Beth did so. "Wait. Stop!" Masha was frowning. "There are marks." "Where?" Beth worried she had ruined it already. "All over. This will not do. I brought this from Harrods - it should not be marked!" Masha reached out and gently pressed against the see-through material over Beth's back. Beth flinched and jerked away. "The dress isn't dirty." Masha said, half to herself, and grasped Beth's wrist firmly. "Come with me." Before she could utter a word, Beth found herself dragged along the corridor and downstairs, back into the library where Dmitri had greeted her the previous night. "Dmitri Voronov!" Masha raged. "You son of a bitch - this time you've gone too far!" Dmitri was sitting in the same armchair he had occupied last time Beth had seen him. He looked up, startled when they disturbed him. "Masha," he addressed her calmly. "What are you doing here?" "My husband said that you needed my help with the new woman in your life. I thought she just needed clothes, not someone to accompany her to a battered woman's shelter!" Masha," Dmitri seemed to unfold as he stood, squaring his shoulders off against the fuming woman. "What are you suggesting?" "This!" Masha manhandled Beth so that her back was towards Dmitri and tugged down the dress. The fresh bruises had only the evening before been barely visible. Now they stood in stark contrast to Beth's creamy skin. The pale expanse of flesh was mottled black and blue. Dmitri approached. Beth tried to twist away but Masha held her firmly in place. For such a petite woman, she certainly had a grip of iron. Beth sensed him reaching out for her, knowing he was about to make contact. Instinctively she braced herself - she hadn't noticed how tender she was until Masha had accidentally hurt her. But it was unnecessary - she heard a stinging crack as the other woman slapped Dmitri's hand away. "That was not me," Dmitri asserted firmly. His voice had darkened. Beth almost imagined he was angry. "Then who was it?" Masha demanded. "If you didn't hit her, who did?" "Perhaps we should ask her?" The pair of them turned to Beth. She had no desire to reveal the intimate details of her private life. "I fell," she mumbled. "See," Dmitri glared at Masha. "She fell." "Bullshit, Dmitri. I've seen enough women who've been victims of domestic violence to know the difference between a fall and being hit!" "I wasn't hit," Beth said. Strictly speaking it was true. The bruises on her back weren't from being struck. Luckily her cheek hadn't marked. Masha looked sceptical. Clearly she didn't believe Beth. "I'm warning you Dmitri," she pointed at him viciously. "If you harm her in any way, I will tell Ivan that unless he stops dealing with your crap, I'm walking out." "Stop being so melodramatic, Masha," Dmitri drawled. "Go and play with your pretty clothes." Masha huffed but began to usher Beth upstairs. "And Masha?" Dmitri added. "Find her something sexy to wear for tonight. Anything that hides those bruises. I may decide to take her to bed after dinner - I do not want to be distracted." Beth froze. Heat suffused her body. This time nothing she could do could suppress her blush. But if Masha noticed her discomfort, she tactfully pretended to be oblivious. Only when the two women were out of earshot did Dmitri's tight control on his temper slip. He slammed his fist against the side of a bookcase with enough force that it rattled and four of the tomes fell to the floor. Bending down, he carefully straightened the pages and replaced the books. Then he set about doing what he did best - finding someone to do his dirty work for him. Possession Ch. 05 After Masha's confrontation with Dmitri, the rest of Beth's afternoon passed in somewhat of a blur. Once Masha's mood had abated, surprisingly she turned out to be rather pleasant company. Nevertheless, she continued to pry and her attempts to get Beth to reveal how she had got her bruises had all the subtlety of a blunt knife. Beth knew she would feel entirely alone had it not been for Masha's presence. Given time, she might even bond with the other woman. She could tolerate being interrogated by Masha if it meant she at least had some sort of support in this strange new world she had found herself in. But it was still weird going through exactly what she should wear later that night. In the time it had taken to go upstairs, Masha had already decided what Beth would wear. As a result, when Masha left, Beth had been given strict instructions. Which was why at half-past six, Beth was standing in lingerie that cost as much as - if not more than - a whole week's rent, fiddling with the zipper of her dress that had gotten stuck. Given how much that zipper had cost, she would have thought the profits would have been better invested in finding a way to prevent it snagging. Seemed like money couldn't buy quality after all. And it was insane that anyone would pay that much for panties - they were only a scrap of lace, after all. As for the bustier, it somehow managed to cover her entire torso and hide the marks on the back, as Dmitri had stipulated, but it made her feel even more exposed. Added to the ensemble was a pair of silk stockings - the tops were elasticated so that she did not need a garter - and heels so high that Beth knew she would topple over in them. She slipped her feet out of the shoes and decided she would put them on at the bottom of the stairs - as tempting as a trip to the emergency room was, Beth was simply not prepared to break an ankle just to avoid Dmitri. Back on firm ground, where she was less concerned about toppling over, it was much easier to wiggle the zipper free. She had the dress on in no time. Masha had done her make-up before she had left and all Beth had to do was apply lipstick. The only one Masha had left her was a vivid, vampish red. It felt sticky against her delicate skin. She knew she should check her appearance in the mirror. But Beth didn't dare - she didn't give a rat's arse as to whether or not she looked attractive. Not when the only man who would be seeing her was Dmitri. Knowing it was early and wondering if Mrs Jenkins needed any help, she wandered downstairs. Leaning against the bannister, she put her heels back on and tottered around in search of the kitchen. There was a note on the fridge addressed to Dmitri saying that the dining table had been set for two, the food was all prepared and that they should leave the washing up in the sink for the morning. Beth frowned and looked around. The table in the kitchen was bare. She figured out that the 'dining table' must be in another room and was about to go on another hunt when she spied a telephone. Picking up the receiver, she began to dial the telephone number for home, before stopping herself abruptly. Her mother wasn't likely to pick up. Her father was. What would she say to him? That she had effectively prostituted herself in order to pay off his debt? He didn't care for her beyond her funding his drinking and smoking habits. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how low he had brought her. She hung up. Then she had a sudden flash of inspiration and started punching in another number. The dial tone sounded and soon enough, her friend Jennifer answered. "Hello?" "Hi - it's me - Beth." "Beth!" Jennifer shrieked. "Where the hell are you? You didn't show for your shift this afternoon." "I know, I'm sorry - I hope you weren't run off your feet." "No - the restaurant was quiet. But Robbie was pretty angry. Says he can't deal with unreliability - if you don't show tomorrow, he's going to give you the boot." Beth sighed. Her job at the restaurant had been her best paid to date. Robbie, the manager, was a hard taskmaster, but he was fair and always made sure his staff got their share of the tips. "He's going to have to fire me," she said. "I'm out of town. Sort of." "What? Where are you?" "I'm staying somewhere else for a while." "Are you ok?" "Yes," Beth replied, although she really wasn't as sure as she sounded. "Just a family emergency." "No way you can get back for your shift tomorrow?" "No, afraid not." Beth hadn't asked Dmitri, but funnily enough she didn't think he would allow her to work twelve-hour days. She had no idea how she would pay the rent that month, but she'd just have to work something out. Dmitri might even lend her the money - even if it meant adding more time to her stay. "What happened?" Jennifer demanded. "Is your Mum all right? Did your Dad kick you out? I knew he was a good-for-nothing dickhead!" "No, nothing like that. I just had to go away for a couple of days." "Then how come you're ringing?" "I needed a favour..." "If you want me to talk to Robbie, it won't work," Jennifer warned. "You know what he's like with no-shows. No way will he keep your job for you until you come back." "I know - I'll just have to hope he's got another opening." That or find a new job - but Beth had two months to get through before she had to face that particular dilemma. It was just another problem to add to her list, but at least it was somewhere near the bottom. "I just need you to get a message to Mum." "Sure - what do you want me to tell her? I can stop by tonight." "Not tonight - I don't want Kevin finding out," Beth said forcefully. "It's pub quiz night tomorrow - go over to my place then." "What if he's home?" "Just say..." Beth racked her mind for an acceptable story. "Tell him that you're collecting the make-up I borrowed from you - it's on the dressing table in my bedroom." "Ok. Got it. What do you want me to say to your Mum?" "Just that I'm fine. I'm safe. And that I'll get the rent money to her somehow." "That's all? You're not going to tell her where you are?" Beth shook her head, even though Jennifer couldn't see. "No - I don't want Kevin to know. Just call me on this number if Mum needs me - you've got me on caller ID, right?" "Yes, I've got you." "Great." Beth checked the clock on the kitchen wall. It was almost seven. "I've got to go." "Ok, but keep in touch - and call me if you're in trouble. Promise?" "Promise," Beth gave her word. The line clicked as the call disconnected and then went dead. Beth replaced the receiver. She had never thought she would feel homesick. Although now she thought about it, she hadn't spent a night away from home after her father left. Her Mum had never been able to afford to pay for school trips and Beth was too busy looking after her to go over to her friends' houses for sleepovers. Now she suddenly found herself longing for familiar surroundings and she hadn't even been at Dmitri's for a full twenty-four hours! "Miss Noble," a deep voice murmured from behind, a deep and husky baritone. Beth somehow managed to jump and trip over her own feet simultaneously. She would have planted the floor face first had his strong arms not wrapped around her waist. That only caused her to jolt again, scalded. He pulled her up and towards himself. She felt her breasts crushed against his chest, her nipples crinkle and harden beneath the dress and bustier. Beth was all too aware of how close she was to him. But all he did was carefully set her back on her unstable feet and step back so that she could straighten her dress. His eyes roved over her freely. She wondered if all women were as self-conscious as her when they attracted the attention of a man. At least she wasn't overdressed - that was some small consolation. He had clearly made an effort and dressed for dinner - or perhaps he wore a jacket and tie every night. The formal elegance suited him. Beth could hardly picture him wearing jeans or, an even more incongruous picture, tracksuit bottoms. "Are you hungry?" he asked casually. Beth was too mortified - both by her clumsiness and how she was sure he could see her twin peaks through her clothing - to do anything but nod. "Then we shall eat soon. But first," his voice cooled to steel, "you will tell me who you were talking to." "No-one," Beth replied evasively. "No-one? Should I press redial and talk to this no-one?" Beth didn't want him to invade her life any more. "It was just my friend, Jennifer," she volunteered reluctantly. "So you thought you would keep me waiting so that you could exchange social niceties with a friend?" "I didn't know you were going to be early," Beth defended herself. "It wasn't like that?" "Then what was it like?" His voice was eerily calm, but she could sense that beneath that calm exterior was something else - something harsher. Beth gritted her teeth. She did not like having to explain herself as if she were an errant child. "I needed her to take a message to my mother," she admitted without enthusiasm. "And you couldn't talk to your mother directly because?" "She would want to know where I am. And I can't lie to her." "Then why not tell her the truth?" "Do you think I want my Mum to know what I'm doing?" "Then what is your friend going to tell her?" Beth glared at him. "That is none of your business." "Careful, Miss Noble. Anything you say on my phone is my business." "So I'm not even entitled to a jot of privacy now?" If it hadn't looked so petulant, and if Beth was capable of doing so without falling over, she would have stamped her foot. "Miss Noble - I have many enemies, and even more friends whom I cannot trust. My phone may be tapped," he said bluntly. "If word got out that you were staying here, some people might see you as a way to get to me. They would be wrong. But that does not mean they will not try." "Oh, great," Beth said sarcastically. "So I come here to protect my family, and now I'm here, they're in even more danger from the crowd of people who want to get even with you!" Dmitri made no attempt to confirm or deny what she was saying. No need to offer her reassurance by letting her find out that he had two bodyguards stationed in the vicinity of her home at all times. "Tell me then," she turned on him, the challenge in her voice audible. "Why should I stay here when my Mum could be hurt anyway?" If merciless had a personification, it was Dmitri. He saw that beneath her attitude there was genuine concern for her family's well-being. But he turned his back on it. Until that moment, Beth had never thought that anyone could be so cruel. "Because if you leave, the threat to your family becomes a reality. If you stay, it is still only a possibility. So balance the risks carefully in your head before you make any sort of commitment." Dmitri noticed the slight sag in her shoulders that followed his words, the downward turn of her mouth. If she hated him, he would not blame her. But he could not risk giving her hope. He would not give her any reason to think she could leave him. Yet, perversely, he did not want to bear witness to her complete defeat. She had drawn him in with her fire and he longed to see it ignite again. "You are hungry, da?" The question washed over Beth. It didn't register. Dmitri, interpreting her silence as sulking, decided to extend his version of an olive branch. "Come, Beth, let us not quarrel about what you cannot change." Her head jerked up. Her eyes were furious. She looked completely livid. Perfect. Exactly what he had wanted. She opened her mouth to speak but suddenly his hand was over it, effectively gagging her. "Careful - think what you are about to say," he cautioned. He waited until she went limp before he released her. "Why are you doing this?" she asked when she had calmed down. "Your stepfather owes me a debt. You are here to pay it. That was our arrangement, nyet?" He sighed wearily. "I am tired, Miss Noble. It has been a long day. Must we go over this again and again? Come, golubushka, let's eat. I do not wish to be accused by Mrs Jenkins of starving you." Beth been about to say she had lost her appetite, but she had hardly eaten a thing all day and the truth was her stomach was about to start rumbling. "Remind me to give you a tour of my home," he said over his shoulder, interrupting her reverie. She managed to accompany him to the dining room without further incident, although Dmitri noted she nearly stumbled once or twice. Pity for him, she did not need any further assistance. He could not wait to take her in his arms again. Beth was coming to the conclusion that Dmitri's home was like a labyrinth. If it had looked large from the outside, on the inside it was truly enormous. By the time they reached the dining room, the balls of her feet were starting to hurt. As she followed Dmitri inside, her eyes widened. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, the light refracting around the room as it passed through hundreds of crystals. A polished mahogany table was the main piece of furniture, its length stretching the entire length of the room. It could easily seat twenty, but only one end was set for the pair of them, with tableware and platters piled high with food. If this was Mrs Jenkins' idea of a cold supper, she was certainly a talented cook. Thick slices of cold roast beef and ham were layered with pickles and a selection of salads had been prepared as an accompaniment. True to her word, the housekeeper had also managed to whip up 'something small' for dessert - a pavlova mountain of meringue, chocolate mousse and raspberries. Dmitri pulled out a chair and gestured that Beth should sit. As she took her seat, she was careful not to touch him, tugging down her dress to avoid flashing him her stocking tops. He unfolded a napkin and draped it over her lap before gathering her hair in his fist and sweeping it away from her face. Then he claimed the chair directly across the table from her. "Please accept my apologies - I would have preferred to take you out for dinner, but Mrs Jenkins advised me you would prefer to stay in tonight," he said, serving a generous portion of meat onto Beth's plate. "That was very kind of her," Beth's response was wooden. He put down the loaded plate and extracted his mobile phone from his breast pocket. "I can still make a reservation if you would rather eat in a restaurant," he said. "No, please," Beth shook her head. "There's no need, don't bother." "If you are sure," he acquiesced. "Although you will have to excuse my poor manners - it has been a long time since I dined alone with a woman in this room." "Do you usually take your dates to fancy places?" The smirk he gave her was practically sinful. "Sometimes. Usually we skip dinner and head straight to the bedroom." Beth tried not to look affected. But Dmitri saw the way her breasts rose as her breath hitched in her throat. "Would you like some wine?" he asked her smoothly. On the sideboard, two empty glasses and a bottle of red were placed on a tray. Beth went to fetch it. "Stay," Dmitri insisted. "Please - let me." He took the bottle from her hands, uncorked it and poured them each a glass of the ruby red liquid. He passed one to Beth. "Hold it by the stem," he suggested. "Or else the heat from your hand will warm the wine and change the taste." "Oh," Beth stared at the glass. "I don't drink wine often." "You prefer cocktails?" She made a face. "Hardly. I don't really drink." "Try this. It's a Malbec. Excellent vintage. And light on the palate, for a red." Beth took a cautious sip. "Well? What do you think?" He urged her. "It's good?" she commented uncertainly, taking a second taste. The expression on her face gave her away. she looked like she was sucking on a wedge of lemon. Dmitri was about to offer to fetch her some juice but thought better of it - if she forced down the glass of wine, the alcohol might relax her. That would definitely make it easy for her - and for him. "Let's eat," he said. Their conversation for the rest of the meal wasn't as awful as Beth was expecting. Dmitri seemed to be genuinely interested in getting to know her. He asked her questions about her favourite books and films. He skirted around any of the topics that made her feel uncomfortable, like her family, and nothing he asked was too intrusive. He could have been anyone - anyone except the man who had threatened and coerced her. But at some point, Beth simply forgot how she had come to be at the table with him. She didn't realise it, but she was actually enjoying it. She even had the good humour to laugh at one of his jokes. It wasn't until dessert that she remembered why, exactly, she was there. Beth was eying the remainder of the pavlova. She had already had one helping, but was tempted by another. Sweet things were one of her weaknesses. "Go on," Dmitri pushed the dish towards her. "I shouldn't," Beth said remorsefully. "I've had enough." Dmitri chuckled. "You are allowed to have fun here, you know? Your stay here is not a sentence of forced labour at the gulag - I intend to bring you plenty of pleasure while you are my guest." "Your guest?" "Well, what would you call it? You are here of your own volition, are you not?" Beth suddenly felt a chill. Her stomach churned and she placed her fork in the middle of her plate. The pavlova had lost its appeal. "I'm done," she said. "Good. In that case - shall we retire?" Beth chewed her lip. Was this it? Did he expect her to go to bed with him? She wasn't ready! Desperately, she searched for an excuse, a way out, anything that would postpone what seemed to be inevitable. "I haven't finished my wine!" Her voice was louder than she intended. Dmitri glanced at the nearly empty glass. He filled it again, picked it up and tucked the half-full bottle under his arm. "We can take it with us." Uncertainty was etched on Beth's face. Dmitri almost felt sorry for her, she looked so lost. He had hoped to put her at ease, hoped that she would relax and open up to him as they dined together. But it was evident to him that it would take more than a couple of glasses of wine to loosen the tension in her shoulders. Yet he wanted her. He was so close to getting her. She was his - and he could scarcely comprehend what he had done to achieve her. Seeing her standing before him, naked and trembling, had only fuelled his desire. And when he came across her in his kitchen, dressed up in his home, he had made a mental note to fuck her against the refrigerator before he let her go. "Go to the bathroom," he ordered, granting her a brief reprieve. "Make whatever preparations you need. Then go upstairs to the top floor. I will wait for you there." He looked down at his watch. "You have ten minutes." Beth wished she could wake up and discover that everything that had happened was a dream. Somehow she had managed to bury all her fears over the course of the day. Now they had made it back to the surface and were close to overwhelming her. She went to the bathroom in a trance, where she spent most of the ten minutes he had granted her staring at the white enamel tiles. When she estimated that her time was up, she started the long walk upstairs. It was like trying to climb an escalator going the wrong way. Every step she took brought her further from her destination, not closer. From the top landing was a single door. It was ajar. Dmitri must have heard her approach because he opened it fully from within before standing aside to admit her. Wordlessly, without greeting, she crossed the threshold. Possession Ch. 05 Feeling somewhat at a loss. Beth stood in the centre of the room, looking at everything except the bed. Meanwhile, Dmitri seemed to be going about his nightly routine without taking any notice of her. He shucked off his dinner jacket, hanging it and returning it to his wardrobe. He bent to unlace his shoes, removing them and then his socks, which he tucked into the black loaders. With practiced ease, he unclipped his cufflinks, leaving them on the windowsill, before removing his tie. Beth watched him undress out of the corner of her eye. How could she not? The way he moved was so effortless. Again he reminded her of a panther, prowling leisurely, giving no indication of when he would strike. She might tell herself that she only watched him because she would prefer to know where he was, because she was wary. But the truth was that the way he moved was a source of fascination to her. With his back to her, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the rippling muscles of his back as he slipped it off. Her guess had been spot on. He was toned and well-built - clearly he looked after his body. Turning to face her, she knew he had caught her staring and her face flamed. But he continued to take of his clothes. Unbuckling his belt, the leather hissed against the fabric as he pulled it through the loops of his trousers in a single tug. Then he reached down and undid the button at the waistband before unzipping. Beth clamped her eyes shut. She heard a softened thud as his trousers fell to the floor. Dmitri must have stepped out of them, as he padded across the room towards her. "Open your eyes," he whispered. "Open them, my little dove." Slowly, apprehensively, she did so. And in an instant her senses were all assailed by Dmitri. She was drowning in him. she could smell the spice of his aftershave, feel the heat emanating from his body, hear him breathing and, above all, see his bare chest, only millimetres away. His skin was lightly bronzed and there were no tan-lines to detract from his physique. He must sunbathe topless, was Beth's renegade thought. His pectorals were defined and covered in a fine smattering of hair that Beth's fingers itched to run themselves through. Would it be soft, she wondered, or hard and wiry. And lower down, concealed in a pair of black boxer shorts, was a pronounced bulge. She snuck a furtive peek - it seemed to be throbbing! Desire actually stirred in her stomach, pooling even deeper, so potent that it eclipsed her hatred for Dmitri. So when he placed two fingers under her chin and raised her head, she did not pull back. She did not turn her cheek. She received his kiss full on her mouth, yielding to his demanding lips. Then he released her and in an instant the spell was broken. She came to her senses and tried to push him away, but he caught her hand and pressed it to his chest. "No!" she mewled, struggling futilely. "You refuse me?" "I'm not going to bed with you!" Dmitri let her go so suddenly that she stumbled. He gave her no time to recover herself. Striding past her, he closed he bedroom door. It had an old-fashioned lock, with a key, which he twisted and removed, placing it on top of the wardrobe where he could reach it but she could not. "Enough of this!" he said, his shoulders rigid with irritation. "How many times must we have this conversation, Beth? How many times must I make this clear - I own you!" "No you don't!" she shouted at him. "Give me my money then and I will give you the key to this room. You can walk out of this house, a free woman." "I don't have the money." "Then you stay." "But it's not my debt!" Dmitri shrugged. "Yet it is you who will settle the score." "Why are you doing this?" "Because I can," he pronounced with an arrogant flick of his head. "Now either give me the money or take off your shoes and get down onto your knees." Beth looked as if she were about to argue, but closed her mouth when he shook her head at her in an implicit warning that she should not let her tongue run away with her. Dmitri was beginning to doubt his decision - she was more trouble than she was worth, reminding him precisely why he did not deal in sex and women. He had always been of the firm belief that the two were related solely to pleasure and certainly not to business. Now he understood why affairs were best kept away from work. What had he been thinking? He could easily have let the debt slide, allowed the goodwill to foster a sense of obligation in the girl and then wooed her with flowers and champagne. It had never failed him before. But when it came to Beth, he had wanted certainty. Any attempt at courting her would have left too much to chance. Yet he had never found any other female to be so difficult. Well, maybe Masha. But as Ivan always said, Masha was a special lady. Beth was also turning out to be pretty special - she was just as talented as Masha at winding him up! Between the pair of them, Dmitri knew his next medical check-up would result in a diagnosis for hypertension. Every single moment with Beth was a battle. Even then he could see her mind working, see her calculating how far she had tested him and how close he was to breaking point. Beth that just made her surrender sweeter. She moved in slow motion, as if every action caused her physical pain. Dmitri practised patience, quietly waiting, mentally willing her on. She lifted her feet out of her shoes, first one, then the other, planting them on the floor. The carpet was plush and thick beneath her toes. "I don't want this," she whispered. Her entreaty fell on deaf ears. "Please," she begged, her voice small. "I don't want to be raped." She was so caught up in her predicament that she didn't see the flash of anger in his eyes. Rape her? No. He would not rape her. Before the ight was over, she would spread her legs for him willingly. "Kneel," he ordered her imperiously. She did not move. He placed a hand on her shoulder and pressed downwards, forcing her to the ground. Her legs gave way, buckling beneath her. His cock twitched. She might be infuriating, but the vision she presented him with, on her knees in front of him, a beautiful creature at his bidding, would arouse any man, He almost allowed himself to believe that she wanted to be there. Possession Ch. 06 Beth's heart beat as if it would burst out from her chest. Her pulse thrummed, her breath was a roar in her ears. She swallowed, but her mouth was dry. She licked her lips, but regretted that action almost immediately when she saw that thing in his boxers twitch in response. Ignoring it was impossible. On her knees, it was just above eye level. If she were to lean forward and up just a little, she would be able to rub her cheek against it. And she was sure she could taste its scent in the air - that heady, masculine musk. Beth did not know if she liked the smell or not. "Have you ever given a man a blow job?" he asked, as casually as if he were remarking on the weather. To Beth, his enquiry was bordering on the obscene. Not once had she thought when she had walked into Dmitri's office that she would find herself on her knees in his bedroom, answering questions about oral sex. She shook her head, any power of speech eluding her. The admission of her inexperience was no deterrent to Dmitri. That itself surprised him. he generally had little patience for girls with too much naivety and too little skill. The talents of his previous lovers could have been the result of nature or of nurture, but at least he could be certain they would please him. Dmitri had no guarantee that Beth would be able to give him pleasure. He would have to take it, unless he could force eagerness from her. And how he longed to. To feel her pussy, exquisitely clenching around her cock, even when she struggled to stay still. To hear her moan, even when she tried to be quiet. To push her to heights she had not wanted to reach and watch her take flight. She had begged him not to rape her, and the thought of it had not crossed his mind until she had mentioned the word. But now she had and although he knew he was not capable of being violent, he could not help but wonder what it would be like to fuck her without mercy. Part of him was revolted by the excitement that prospect awoke in him. Yet when he looked down, her face a portrait of wide-eyed uncertainty, he felt an unexpected surge of carnal hedonism in the knowledge that his cock would be the first to pass her luscious lips. "Remove my underwear," he commanded. Beth's fingers were all thumbs and her thumbs were beyond all motor control, but somehow she managed to get a hold of herself for long enough to reach up and tenuously grip the fabric of his boxers. Even through the material, the heat of his flesh seared her - when she later examined her skin, she as certain she would see blisters. She plucked uselessly at his underwear before peeling the garment away. Dmitri hissed as the elastic waistband pinged against his member but he made no move to stop her or to assist her in anyway. At last he was naked. His cock, finally liberated, sprang free and to attention. Beth stared at it as if it were a monstrosity from a low budget horror movie. Dmitri choked down a chuckle at her apparent terror. One would think she had never seen a penis before. Or perhaps he was simply better endowed than any of her past lovers. Gently he stroked himself, unable to suppress a sharp intake of breath at the pleasurable sensation. Then, forming a circle around the base of his member with his thumb and forefinger, he presented it to her. "Lick it." She looked up at him, bemused, as if the thought of doing such a thing had never crossed her mind. "I don't think I want to," she whispered her reply, her voice feeble. "Did I ask you to think? Nyet! Just lick it." Beth scrunched up her eyes, preparing herself for an unpleasant taste. Her expression was like that of a child forced to swallow some unpleasant cough medicine. She brushed the barest tip of her tongue against him before springing away, sitting back on her heels. At her display of disgust, Dmitri's pride reared its head. He swore mentally, his free hand balling into a fist at his side. "Again," he said, gritting his teeth, concentrating on what it would feel like to plunge into her and make her scream for him in an effort to stop himself from wilting. Bile climbed up Beth's throat. She had to inhale through her nose to control her nausea. But the smell only reminded her of what he wanted her to do. Perhaps if she had liked him, her task would not have seemed so unpleasant. He was hardly unattractive - if she looked at him objectively, he was a gorgeous male specimen. Yet as it was, Beth couldn't imagine any woman willingly doing this to a partner. She forced herself to imagine the perfume of summer strawberries and not picture what Mrs Jenkins' supper would look like in the form of vomit. Then, holding her breath, she made to repeat what she had done before. With predatory reflexes, Dmitri's hand shot out and twisted itself in her hair. She tried to cry out from the shock of his movement, but her noise was muffled by his cock plunging into her mouth. The more she shook her head in an effort to squirm free, the more he wanted to hold her there. His fingers clenched, preventing her from pulling away. It was only for mere seconds, but that was enough for Beth to panic. She couldn't breathe around him. Dmitri watched her closely, careful to release her before she thought of biting him. When he let her go, she gulped at the air as if she had come close to drowning. Beth half scrambled, half crawled across the floor before she tried to rise. But Dmitri was already there and pushed her down again. Once more she attempted to get up. Once more he stopped her before she could stand. Only when she had stopped struggling did he hold his cock out for her again. "Lick," he commanded. *** Ivan was bored. Playing lookout was never one of his favourite past times. Particularly when he had been sitting in the same position for so long. As a result, he decided to bite the bullet and call his wife, knowing it would be far less painful to deal with the brunt of her anger now rather than face a hostile reception when he got back home. "Where are you?" Masha demanded as soon as she had answered. "Out," Ivan replied curtly. "Where?" "Well hello to you too." "You expect me to make small talk when I am waiting at home for you and you are nearly three hours late!" she exclaimed. Ivan winced. He had forgotten that he had told Masha he would be home in time for dinner. "I'm sorry," he said. "Dmitri just asked me to - " "Why didn't you tell him to do it himself?" she cut him off. "He couldn't. He was busy." "With the new girl? Idiot!" She didn't wait for his response before using her favourite endearment for her husband. "Running after Dmitri like his pet! And you didn't even think to let me know you weren't going to be coming home?" "What's the big deal?" Ivan asked flippantly. "Calm down woman - " "I am calm!" Ivan snorted in disbelief. "You think I am not calm? No, I'm not calm - last night I was only angry when you and your Dmitri made that poor girl undress with you, now I'm furious!" "He's not my Dmitri," Ivan protested. "Could have fooled me. You spend more time with that man than your own wife!" "Masha, you're being ridiculous. This is my job!" "Am I being ridiculous? If I was lying in hospital, would you be at my bedside or would you be running after Dmitri? I know you work for the man, but that doesn't mean you have to drop everything for him. I am your wife Ivan - you need to learn to prioritise." Ivan held the phone away from his ear. Her voice was so loud that she might as well have been talking to her sister in the Ukraine. He waited for her to run out of steam before he dared to bring the handset closer. "Masha, my love," he began, his tone placating. "Please let's not fight. I said I was sorry and I mean it." "When will you be here?" "Soon, I promise. I do not know how long this will take, but once I am done, I will come straight to you." He could almost hear her frowning. "You still haven't told me where you are. It's late - what is he making you do this time?" Ivan peered through the windscreen of his car. He had borrowed it - his usual vehicle was far too conspicuous for what he needed to do. Unfortunately, the owner of the vehicle had left a number of fast-food containers in the foot-well and the smell of rancid grease was overpowering. Ivan was sure he had ketchup on his designer loafer. Yet sacrifices had to be made in his line of work. And the cash Dmitri would give him as compensation would more than pay for another pair of shoes. He was on a hunt and having followed his quarry to a pub, he had parked across the road so that he could watch and would know when his target left. "Dmitri had a job," he said evasively, scanning his surroundings. "He needed me to do it." "What did he want you to do this time?" "Just a job, Masha." "And Alexei or Stepan couldn't do it instead?" "No. This was something he wanted taken care of personally." Masha had been married to Ivan for long enough to sense when it was a bad idea to pry for further details. "Do I need to worry?" she asked instead of persisting down the same line of questioning which was getting her nowhere. "Nyet, my darling," he said. "I will come home to you safely." "You'd better! Or you can tell your Dmitri I will have his testicles served to him on a plate!" The door to the pub opened. Light spilled out onto the pavement. Masha was talking, telling him what she had cooked, but Ivan was barely listening. "I have to go," he said, ending the call abruptly and turning off his phone so that he would not be disturbed. The man he was hunting had broken cover and was/ out in the open. He did not have time for his wife. Ivan waited until he was certain of the man's identity. Then he turned the key in the ignition, revved the engine and steered down a side road, preferring to follow the target out of sight. The man's walk would take nearly ten minutes. By car, the journey was far quicker. Ivan reached the halfway point long before the man came into view. He parked just before he came to a crossroads. Waiting on the corner was a woman. Ivan was amazed that she had not frozen - she had been stationed there for as long as he had been in his car. At least he had some shelter from the night chill. All she had was a thin coat, which afforded her little protection against the cold, and underneath she was barely wearing anything. He signalled to her to let her know that it was time by flashing his headlights twice. She glanced in his direction, nodding to acknowledge his presence. Then Ivan killed the engine and crouched down, practically lying across the front seats so that he would not be seen. The man arrived. The woman posed, one hip jutting out, one leg extended, so that, even in her coat, she was sure to attract his attention. "Looking for company tonight?" she asked brazenly. The man stumbled slightly as he looked around to check that he was the one she was speaking to. Seeing there was nobody else in the vicinity, he leered at her openly. "Maybe. You offering?" She shrugged. "It's a cold night." "How much?" "Fifty quid." He shook his head. "Why would I pay that when I can get it at home for free?" She was glad that it was dark enough he was unable to see her expression of utter disgust. Ivan owed her a big favour. "Make it thirty," she said. "Any because you're a handsome man, I'll let you fuck me up the ass for free." The man's eyes gleamed as if he couldn't believe his luck. "Done," he said. "But I want to see what I'm getting first." "Sure," she said nonchalantly. "What's your name, anyway?" "Kevin." "I'm Tatiana. Do you live around here then?" He nodded. "I'm not going to pay you for conversation. Are you going to show me the goods or shall I go home?" Tatiana unbuttoned her coat and held it open so that he could see the scanty outfit she wore underneath. She knew she looked like what he had mistaken her for - a prostitute. A cheap and desperate prostitute. On top she wore a pink halter-neck top that her breasts threatened to spill out from and, in the absence of a bra, her nipples were clearly outlined. Her skirt was so short that were she to lean too far forward it would be possible to see her panties underneath. She wore fishnet stockings, but they were ripped in places, and her toes were crammed into skyscraper platform heels that were decorated in fake crystals. She had never felt so completely tasteless. But clearly her outfit had the desired effect. Kevin eyed her up hungrily, before he reached out to fondle her. Pulling her coat back around her body and backing away, she shook her head. "You only said you wanted to look. No touching until you pay," she said, softening her words with a suggestive smile. For a moment he looked like he was about to disagree and stepped towards her, suddenly menacing. Then he checked himself, pulling out a worn leather wallet and fumbling through it before he extracted three crumpled ten pound notes. "Here," he offered them to her. She took them from his hand, rolled them up and tucked them into the top of her fishnet stockings. "This way," she beckoned. Ivan had left the car unlocked when he had parked and that was where Tatiana was leading her new companion. She walked ahead of him, taking care to put an extra swing in her hips as he followed. Approaching the stationary vehicle, she opened the back passenger door. "Get in," she said. "What?" he scoffed. "You want to do it in the back of a car? What do you think I am, a sixteen year old muppet? No way! I want my money back!" Tatiana pouted. "But I thought you would like it if I warmed you up before we went somewhere more comfortable." He climbed into the car without further hesitation, barely settling on the seat before he began to unbuckle his belt. "Move over," Tatiana said. "You're not going to sit on my lap?" Here was a click. Something pressed against Kevin's temple. Something cold and metallic. "No," Tatiana said, all hints of seduction disappearing from her voice. "I am not going to sit on your lap. Now - move over." Kevin froze. "There's no need to get violent," he stammered. "If you want more money, I can give it to you. You don't even have to fuck me." "A generous offer," Tatiana drawled. "But it is never a good idea to try and bargain with a woman holding a gun to your head." From the front seat of the car came a chuckle. Ivan sat up, revealing himself. Kevin almost jumped in surprise, managing to restrain himself for fear that the instinctive movement would cause Tatiana's finger to twitch enough to pull the trigger. "What the fuck is going on?" he asked, bewildered. "A friend of mine has a message for you," Ivan said cryptically. "We wanted to make sure we have your full attention," Tatiana added "So if you would please move along, I can sit down and we can go for a little drive." "But can't you just tell me what the message is now?" "Our friend finds that verbal messages aren't particularly effective. They are far too easy to forget. He asks that we give you a demonstration. After all, actions speak louder than words," Ivan chuckled again at his appropriate use of the cliché. "So I will ask you one more time," the revolver in Tatiana's hand clicked as she took off the safety catch. "Move over." Kevin shuffled along the back seat of the car. "You're Russians aren't you? Voronov's lot? Listen, if it's about the money, I sent the girl along today to tell him - I will come up with it, I swear, I just need more time - " "Your debt has been paid off. The girl, as you call your stepdaughter, managed to come to an arrangement with my friend. Now be quiet - or you might annoy Tatiana." Kevin managed to hold his tongue. Tatiana climbed into the car, her gun still pointed at his head. As he moved off, Ivan called the first number on his speed dial. "Da?" Dmitri answered. "I have him." "Good. You know what to do?" "Da," Ivan affirmed, glancing in his rear view mirror where he could see Kevin's panic-stricken face. "Good. I will talk to you tomorrow. Do not disturb me again tonight." Any other woman might have been affronted that Dmitri had taken the phone-call in the bedroom, but Beth was sincerely grateful for the reprieve. She could taste him in her mouth, no matter how many times she swallowed, and her nostrils were still filled with his masculine musk. Yet when she heard him tell whoever was on the other end of the conversation that he did not want to be disturbed, her heart sank into her stomach. It was clear that his attention would be resting solely on her until the morning. "Stand," he barked his next command, putting his phone aside. Beth's foot caught in the hem of her dress and her rise was ungainly. "Turn around," he said. The zipper purred as Dmitri pulled it down. Goose pimples appeared across Beth's shoulders. "You are cold?" he enquired. "No. Thank you." "Good." He ran his hands across her upper back before pushing the straps of her dress down. The fabric whispered as it fell to the floor. Beth closed her eyes with a whimper. She felt rather than heard his sharp intake of breath as she was revealed to him once more. Dmitri wondered if he would ever tire of looking at her. Dressed in stockings and a bustier, she was exquisite. Beth was acutely aware of his gaze upon her. Would he undress her further? She doubted it. he had seemed so disgusted by her bruises earlier. Yet if he did not want her naked, why did he want her? He was like a cat, toying with a mouse before he bit its head off. But Beth was wrong. Dmitri had not been disgusted. Seeing those marks upon her back had made him uncomfortable, more so than he would ever care to admit out loud. He had been responsible for worse injuries - he had inflicted far worse with his own hands. But although Beth had taken on the burden of her family's debts, she had not deserved to be beaten. It had not been hard to identify the culprit. After all, there was only one person in Beth's life who was capable of such brutish behaviour. Yet he still made enquiries to confirm his suspicions - although he knew of Kevin Cotter's lack of scruples, he had not thought him so low as to abuse his own stepdaughter. Which was why, over the course of the evening, Dmitri had decided to let Beth go. He had thought her willing to pay her family's dues, but now he knew she had been caught between a rock and a hard place. Only he had been unable to bring himself to release her before he had her for one night. Beth wished she could cover herself. Strangely, in the lingerie she felt more exposed than when she had been naked. Although her intimate areas were entirely concealed, she did not need to be experienced in the bedroom to know the clothes she was wearing were clothes designed to tease and tantalise. And they were fulfilling their purpose, if the one obvious physical sign was anything to go by. "Do you fear me?" he asked. The question caught Beth out of the blue. She began to shake her head but, when he raised a disbelieving eyebrow, she nodded instead. "Why?" She gaped at him, incredulous. Was he seriously asking her? He gestured for her to speak. "You threatened my family," she began, her words stilted and punctuated with hesitation. "You blackmailed me into coming here. You could do anything you wanted to me and - " "Yet you came last night voluntarily." "I had no choice!" "There is always a choice." "You think I wanted to see your men hurt my mum and ransack my home?" He looked faintly amused. "Ransack? My men aren't fifteenth century pirates." "I've heard what your men do!" She spat the words at him fiercely. "I wasn't going to subject my mother to that." Possession Ch. 06 "Regardless of what my men would or would not have done, Ivan tells me you refused my offer a second time before you changed your mind. Which means you were willing to to accept the consequences, which means you chose to come here." Beth turned away from him. "This is a stupid conversation," she said. "For once we can agree. Lie on the bed." "What?" "This conversation is stupid and it is over. Now lie on the bed." Slowly, in a trance, hoping he would change his mind with every step she took, she approached the bed. She perched on its edge, unable to spread herself out for him. "Lie back," he said impatiently. "And there is no need to be a martyr. Perhaps if you relaxed, you might even enjoy yourself." Beth was about to protest that he could never bring her to pleasure, but it was too late. He already had. Carefully she positioned herself, her legs clamped tightly together, concentrating on the ceiling. The mattress sank as he sat next to where she lay. First he lifted one rigid leg, softly caressing her knee, before he rolled down the top of her stocking. When he had removed it fully, he planted a deliberate kiss just centimetres away from her centre. He repeated the action with her other leg, his kiss lingering just a little bit longer. He continued to touch her, his fingers trailing over her inner thighs, until he felt the tension leave her legs and saw her nails dig into the bed sheets. "Lift your hips," he murmured. She frowned quizzically. "Do it," he encouraged. She bent her knees and planted her feet on the mattress, arching her back so that her hips were raised. Had she been a seductress, Dmitri might have thought the prone pose was on purpose. He pulled her panties down, almost laughing as they tangled with her feet, before removing them entirely and discarding the scrap of lace, his eyes growing dark when they saw her pouting lips. Lowering his head, his tongue darted out and he lapped against her cunt. It was almost bone dry when he began, but as he rubbed her clit with his tongue, he felt the first trickle of desire flow. He kissed her again, delicately at first, and then with greater force and hunger. What was he doing to her? Why was he kissing her there? He had not even kissed her lips, yet he was kissing her there! And why did it feel good? At the mercy of his skilful ministrations, her treacherous body stirred. Desire unfolded and unfurled. The pressure built up until she thought something inside her was going to burst. Now she knew what it would feel like when it reached its peak, she lacked the willpower to resist. She wanted to journey once again to that heady high, she wanted him to make her come apart. She didn't even try to stop him. Her core tightened. Her blood pulsed - she could feel it, down there, as if she were hollow and trying to hold onto something. She was ready, Dmitri observed. Her conscious self might not have been willing, but her body would not reject him. He could have forced himself into her - there was a bottle of lubricant in the bedside table if he wanted to do that - but even he wasn't that cruel. Her hips began to squirm, her hands were balled up as she tried to stop herself from moving, her eyes were clamped shut and she was so consumed by the feelings within her body that she did not notice him move away. He eased a pillow out from beneath her head. "Lift again," he said. She did so and he slipped it under her hips. Then, when she lowered herself once more, he positioned himself above her, straddling her desire-flushed body. Leaning on one hand and guiding himself with another, he entered her. She was exquisitely tight. She gasped, her eyes flashing open. The stretch was like a slow burn, the sensation completely like anything she had ever felt before. He was so much thicker than her finger. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he clenched his buttocks and thrust into her. Her lips parted, her mouth stretched open in a silent scream. It felt like his cock was ripping her open, tearing apart her hymen like an invading intruder. Dmitri had only ever slept with women who had notches on their bedpost. For a moment he thought he was crushing her, before he realised his full weight was supported on his forearms. In a moment of horrific realisation, he pulled away, blocking out her whimper of pain as he withdrew. "Ty devstvennitsa?" Beth didn't have to speak Russian to know he had just discovered that she was - had been - a virgin. Possession Ch. 07 Beth thought she would never forget the look of horror on his face. Even his proposition the previous day had not elicited such an aghast expression on her own. "A virgin? You?" He switched back to English for her benefit, having reverted to his mother tongue out of shock. How the tables had turned. Only seconds ago he had been oozing self-assurance. Now he looked harried, the victim of a predator worrying its prey. As if he couldn't stand to be near her, he practically fell off the bed in his haste to get away, backing up against a wall in an effort to put distance between them. Beth would have relished the spectacle he was making of himself. Only she was far too humiliated. She folded her legs, wincing as she moved her sore muscles, before drawing her knees up under her chin. Crossing her ankles so that all he could see of her was a tangle of limbs, she made herself as small as possible. "You were a virgin?" he repeated, somehow making the question sound more like an accusation. "So what?" she said defensively. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Why didn't you ask?" "Virgins don't usually offer to sleep with strange men." She snorted at his version of events. "Offer? I hardly served myself up on a plate for you." "I will not debate semantics!" Beth recoiled. His words had come out sharper and louder than he had intended. He sighed as he tried to rein himself in. "If I had known you were a virgin, I would have..." he trailed off. "You would have what?" Beth pushed him to go on. What would he have done? Would he have stopped himself? Or would he have carried on exactly as he had planned to until he had sated himself completely? Dmitri knew what he would like to claim he would have done, but he was not certain as to whether or not he would have been able to have enough mastery over himself to have stayed away from her. Yet Beth could draw her own conclusions from his silence. If he had known she was a virgin, he would not have laid a finger on her. He would not have even allowed her to come within an arm's length. She repulsed him. and that stung. Beth was surprised to find herself genuinely offended. Suddenly she wanted to be alone. "If you're finished with me, can I go?" she asked rigidly. Each word left a bitter taste in her mouth. Dmitri had no idea how he should react. Recently deflowered virgins weren't exactly his area of expertise. Was he supposed to comfort her? Should he make some grand gesture or gather her in his arms and hold her? But he couldn't move - not an inch. Instead he just stood there, rooted to the spot against the wall. "Well?" She looked straight at him and Dmitri realised that was the first time she had met his gaze unflinchingly. "Can I go? Or do you want to fuck me again?" "Can I fetch you something?" The question slipped out for want of anything else to say. "We had sex," she said bluntly, although the meaning of the phrase only started to hit her as it left her mouth. "I'm not ill, so you don't have to be nice to me." "Forgive me for being concerned," Dmitri was unable to quell his sarcastic retort. Didn't she realise he was trying to be kind? He had not wanted their evening to turn out like this. It was not quite the ending he had envisioned. "If you're done with me," Beth attempted to sound flippant, "then I would appreciate it if you would pass me my underwear." Dmitri had never met a woman who was so quick to reject him before. Yet he was intuitive enough to know when he was unwanted. Locating the discarded scrap of lace, he held it out to her. She practically snatched it from his outstretched hand. "And my dress?" He handed it to her and she struggled into it, still sitting, wishing for the familiarity of her pyjamas. Somehow she managed to put it back on without getting up from the bed. She knew he was watching her, trying to gauge her reactions. And she wished he wouldn't. She did not want him to look on her with pity. She wanted him to see her as he had seen her before - framed with desire - and leave the last vestiges of her pride intact. Her confusion was making her feel dizzy, but somehow she managed to get to her feet. She managed to walk past him as if she were unaffected by him, as if he were not able to take her to the peak of pleasure or the depths of despair on a whim. But when she tried the door handle, she was stuck. She had forgotten he had locked it earlier. That was almost the last straw. Her turbulent storm of feeling was close to overcoming her. "Let me out!" she demanded, her voice bordering on hysterical. "Unlock this door and let me out!" Dmitri had plenty of dealings with Masha over the years and he was practiced in discerning the difference between melodrama and genuine emotional frenzy. And Beth, he recognised, was likely at risk of the latter. He could have baited her. He could have tormented her, bringing out that sexy flush which only seemed to appear when he had angered her. She had presented him with another perfect opportunity to exert his will over her and remind her that she was his. He had bought her for the price of her stepfather's debt. But now he had discovered that she was previously a virgin, innocent in every sense of the word, his conscience was shouting too loudly for him to ignore it. Reaching up, he retrieved the key from the top of the wardrobe. He offered it to her but she refused to make eye contact or move a single inch closer to him. That made him feel even more guilty. He slotted it into the lock and turned it. The moment that the door was open, she fled. She wanted to run until she was as far away as she could get. She needed to put some distance between herself and Dmitri. He unsettled her, tilting her off course. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him, his muscular body above her, his handsome face close enough to kiss. But the fact of the matter was he hadn't kissed her. That stung, more than she wanted it to. Kissing was something that lovers did. But he was not her lover. She knew not to expect any form of affection from him. She had not sought it - quite the opposite. Beth had tried to discourage him. Yet that had not stopped her from hoping for some form of warmth, some sign that she was more than an object for him to buy. But she hated him. So why did she care? She made it to the sanctuary of her room but she was an emotional wreck by the time that she got there. There was a pain in her head and an ache between her legs. Why did she want him to want her? Why did him desiring her matter? She was the one who had walked away from him, but still she felt discarded. How could he have looked at her like that? As if there was something wrong with her, defective goods to be returned to sender. Her virginity had never been something she had particularly treasured. She just hadn't had much opportunity to meet someone whom she cared about strongly enough to give herself to them in that way. Yet she had still seen it as a gift. And Dmitri had taken it from her. It hadn't been a pleasant experience, and it had hurt more than she would have expected. It had only been for a brief moment but her body had struggled to stretch to accommodate him. Beth didn't understand what the big deal was about sex, anyway. It wasn't fun, it hurt, and there were far more enjoyable ways to have an orgasm. She had been on the brink of a spectacular climax and he had spoiled it when he had forced his way into her. What he could do to her almost made up for what he had done. Only now she felt wrung out, like he had tortured her. It was dark outside and the window acted like a mirror. Catching a glimpse of herself, Beth froze. She looked exactly the same as she had before. Surely losing her virginity should have had some sort of effect, should have altered her in some way? But there wasn't a single outward sign of what had happened. She wished she had a friend to call. But who? Jennifer was the closest person to a confidant she had, yet Beth had no idea how she could even begin to explain. It was times like this that she missed her mother. Not the one that lay in bed, but the one from before, from when Beth had a real family, from when her life had been like a dream. Ever since her father had left, her mother hadn't been the same. Over the years, Beth's memory had faded but she would never forget the day her mother had not come to pick her up from school. A teacher had taken her home eventually. And then waited with Beth on the doorstep until her Mum had finally let her daughter in. looking back, she was surprised that a social worker hadn't been called. Mrs Noble, as she had been called at the time, was in a bad state. It turned out that Beth's father had simply walked out without a word as to why. Not knowing the reason for him leaving had been what had pushed Beth's mother over the edge. At least if she had discovered her husband had been having an affair, she would have achieved some form of closure. Perhaps it was the not knowing why he had gone. Or perhaps it was the stress of having to face financial doom - Beth's mother had given up work when she was born and had never been particularly career driven to begin with. Maybe it was the sudden and unexpected pressure of becoming a single parent. It could have been a combination of all three factors, or something else altogether. Yet whatever the root cause, Beth had to bear witness to her mother's descent into depression. On some days, she would act as if anything was fine, setting a place for Beth's father for dinner and singing as she cooked their favourite family meals. Those days were rare. Most of the time, she was a shadow of her former self. Beth's memories of her mother from when she was younger were happy ones. The woman she lived with after her father left was a stranger, sometimes incapable of doing anything more than stare into space. That was probably why she had become so self-sufficient from such an early age. On the days when her mother hadn't even been able to get out of bed, it had fallen to Beth to take care of them both. She was the one who would do the grocery shopping, cook their meals, wash and iron the laundry. Then her mother had met Kevin. Beth had liked her Mum's new boyfriend at last. She had been naïve enough to hope that his presence marked a turning point. At any rate, he seemed to have injected Beth's mother with new life. Only it hadn't lasted. Every time her mother had another episode, Beth worried that Kevin would leave. But even when her depression was at its peak, Kevin had stuck around. Beth had supposed she ought to admire him for his loyalty. After all, there weren't many men who would be willing to dote on a woman, who, at times, would not even have the energy to wash themselves. But there was something about him that triggered her suspicions. She had seen him taking money from her mother's purse, although he had said he had permission to do so. He moved into their home within a matter of weeks and never seemed to have a job. All he did was watch television, drink beer and smoke cigarette after cigarette until their living room smelled like an ash tray. And sometimes, when he hugged her and told her she was just like a daughter to him, the way he touched her felt far from fatherly. Only then he had married her mother and become a stepfather. Like a parasite, he had wheedled his way into their lives and now he was impossible to get rid of. Meanwhile, Beth's mother showed no sign of recovering. If anything, she was getting worse, not better. Now Beth looked after all three of them, and there were rarely times that she could actually have a conversation with her mother. She had always wondered if she would go out into the world alone. Leaving home was unthinkable whilst Kevin was present. But at some point in the abstract future, Beth had planned to go her own way. Now, by some twist of fate, she was living with a man. But she had never felt so lonely. *** Dmitri stared at the open door, still in a state of shock and disbelief. How could she have been a virgin? As far as he knew, most modern women had sex before they had even left school and the rest of them didn't wait too long afterwards. In his world, fully grown women who were still virgins were very much a theoretical concept - their existence was possible but unproven. Until now. He had blamed her for not telling him. Was that so wrong? How was he supposed to know the extent of her experience - or complete lack of it. In hindsight there had been hints. Like her wide-eyed surprise the night before when he had toyed with her. She had come apart as if she hadn't even known what was happening to her. Now he was sure she probably had no idea. His inner caveman bellowed a possessive roar. By being her first, he had claimed her and branded her. All those who came after him would be subject to comparison. That was the crux of his regrets. He would not have undone the actual taking of her, for to regret that would be pointless. Dmitri was beginning to realise that he would not have stopped, even if he had known she was a virgin. He had obsessed with fantasizing about what it would be like to fuck her ever since she had walked into his office. But what Dmitri found himself regretting was that comparisons between her future lovers and him would not always fall in his favour. He knew nothing about taking a woman's virginity, but he had the experience to have known he had rushed her. If she had not been untouched, she might have found some pleasure in their union, but given that she had not even been aware he could make her orgasm, he did not doubt she had found the whole experience an ordeal. He would never be able to wipe from his mind the image of her face scrunched up in pain as her body gave way to him. It would haunt him, making him sick with guilt, he knew it, unless he made amends. But how? He had been on the verge of letting her go. The money owed to him by her stepfather had not mattered. He had enough wealth not to miss it. All he had wanted was a single night with the creature who had infatuated him. Exposure therapy, so to speak. As if sleeping with her would get her out of his system. His desire for her had been somewhat uncharacteristic. Never before had he allowed himself to be overcome by such primal urges. His mother had taken care to teach her son that women were not there as entertainment. He remembered sitting at the kitchen table and eating his borscht, listening to her lecture him, telling him that although he would one day long to lie with a woman, it was more important to take his time, getting to know them. If Dmitri was honest with himself, he had long ago forgotten his mother's lessons. Or to be more accurate, he had blocked them out. But he was always honest with his lovers, never allowing them to expect they had a permanent place in his life. He did not want them to despise him when he sent them a piece of jewellery and a bunch of roses by way of farewell. But if he were to release Beth, she would hate him until the end of her days and into her afterlife. It wouldn't matter how extravagant a parting gift he presented he with. Dmitri had got to know her well enough to realise she wouldn't care if he gave her the largest diamond in the world. But if he kept her, would he be able to change her mind? Those brief moments inside her had been exquisite. The tight grip of her hot wet centre around his hard cock had almost stolen his breath away. It had taken all of his self-control not to come there and then. He did not want her to fuck him because she had to. He did not want her to lie back for him as if she were a martyr. He wanted her to be eager, willing and wet for him. Surely if one day she begged for him to take her, he would be redeemed? Or did he simply not care about redemption and just wanted to keep her instead? The boundaries between black and white had blurred. All that Dmitri was certain of was that Beth's time in his house was not yet over. *** Kevin Cotter groaned and cried out in pain. He coughed and spluttered, spitting out the phlegm that had accumulated in the back of his throat. When he spat on the floor, his saliva was tinged red with blood. Every movement he made sent a new wave of agony through his body. He had begged them to stop, but his assailants had showed him no mercy. The men had driven into a rough area adjoining his neighbourhood. On the back seat, the tart had held a gun to Kevin's head the entire time. When they had arrived at an abandoned warehouse, the teasing bitch had been paid off by the driver before handing him the weapon and disappearing into the night. And she had taken the cash Kevin had given her for a shag as an extra tip. Money-grabbing whore. All Kevin had known was that she had some Eastern European name. Natalya or something similar. He should have known not to trust her. His mate at the pub had told him, only hours before, that all these Eastern European tarts were only after two things - a man's wallet and his cock. She was careful not to use the driver's name. That meant he had few clues as to the identity of the people who had kidnapped him. But Kevin didn't need names to know who was ultimately behind this. There was only one real possibility, and the accent had confirmed it. These were Voronov's people. This was all Beth's fault, Kevin was sure of it. In the darkness, he thought he recognised the driver's profile from the night that the little cunt had run away. He had overheard the conversation that Beth had had with the man at the door. He knew that Voronov had made Beth an offer, one that she had earlier turned down, and he had listened to enough to know that the offer went beyond the usual scope of Voronov's business. When the bitch had shut the door on him, Kevin had been ready to teach her a lesson. Little cunt wanted to protect her mother but didn't want to get her hands dirty. But then she had gone. Kevin had thought good riddance. She didn't earn much in her dead end job anyway. Although he'd be strapped for cash without her slipping him a tenner here and there for his beer and cigarettes. At least he knew she'd make much more lying on her back. How could he not have come up with the idea of whoring her out sooner? He could tell that beneath her frigid exterior and her stuck-up manners, she was really a common tart. Maybe Voronov would loosen her up a bit - he was doing Kevin a favour really - and when she got back, Kevin would be able to put her to work out on the streets. Only maybe she hadn't been that great in bed after all. That was probably why Voronov's men had tracked him down. Or maybe the bitch had talked and told Voronov that there was no way he'd be able to come up with the money. Worse, she could have lied. She could have made something up about him. that could be why he was being given the mafia treatment. Voronov seemed like the kind of man who would believe anything he was told by a piece of skirt. Well he'd punish the cunt when he got his hands on her. He'd teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. And he'd enjoy every moment of it. The silly bitch should have kept her mouth shut. Thinking about how he would make her pay helped Kevin to endure what they had done to him that night. When the driver had taken the gun from his accomplice, he had made Kevin march into the warehouse. The floor was bare concrete, the walls were corrugated iron. It looked like a scene from a prisoner of war movie. A semi-circle of men, their faces obscured by balaclavas, were waiting for him. Kevin felt a trickle of urine run down his leg. He had wet himself out of fear. But that had not provoked any form of sympathy from his attackers. They had merely laughed at him and called him a coward. Possession Ch. 07 They took it in turns to beat him. With a strange degree of care, they did not knock him unconscious or break any bones. They wanted him to feel every single blow they delivered as a distinctive hurt, not for them to merge together - every punch, every jab, every kick to the ribs. When they had finished, they dragged him outside and dumped him in the car-park outside. Then they had gone, leaving him battered and bruised. He couldn't go to the police. How could he explain why he had been beaten? Besides, Kevin did not want to attract the unnecessary attention of the authorities. It was better that they didn't ask too many questions. He'd already received a caution for benefit fraud and if they uncovered any of his less-than-savoury schemes, he would be in even more trouble. Besides, Kevin had made plenty of enemies over the years. Some of them were behind bars and it would not be easy to avoid them if he went to prison. So he picked himself up and limped off in the direction he thought was home, ignoring the way his muscles protested. Hopefully his wife would be too addled to notice what state he was in. and even if she was alert, she knew her place. The stupid cow wouldn't dare to ask him any questions. It was about half an hour's walk before Kevin found himself in a familiar area. He struggled to soldier on, the wet denim of his jeans sticking to his tender skin, too focussed on putting one foot in front of the other to notice he was being trailed. The person behind him kept their distance. They wanted to observe, but more than that, they wanted Kevin to reach the height of his pain before they approached. Pain made a man desperate and, when a man was desperate, it was so much easier to tell what he wanted. As a result, Kevin was almost home before his follower made their presence known. "Excuse me, sir?" Kevin whirled around. Another man with a bloody Eastern European accent stood on the pavement. Kevin hung back warily, aware he looked like a battered mess and that he stank of piss. "What do you want?" "You look like you may have been in some trouble." Kevin shrugged, although the movement made him wince. "What's it to you?" The other man's expression cracked into a smile. "I believe we have a mutual enemy." "Voronov?" The man held a finger to his lips. "It's better not to say his name. If he left you alive, there is probably somebody watching you. Better that he doesn't know if you're talking about him." Kevin squinted at him suspiciously. "What do you want?" "I will send you instructions. I believe we may be able to be of assistance to each other."