The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lost Toys

Chapter 15 — Charity Begins

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“Shh...” I whispered as I approached her. Nadine was on her toes with her wrists crossed above a water pipe. It was cool to the touch. At least he had learned from last time. Nadine whipped her head up and looked me right in the eyes. I never saw that look when we were with Him. Her hair was a mess of sweat, greasiness and split ends. Nadine’s eyes failed to glow with her ubiquitous energy. She smirked, listlessly.

She and I were equally naked but differently defiled. A bathmat had been placed under Nadine’s bare feet and it was splotchy with sweat, tears, and a few flavors of cum. A little blood leaked from her bitten lip and red welts crisscrossed her butt. I held up my right hand, the warm cloth dripping into the bucket in my left hand. Nadine sighed as best she could.

“Is-is it tomorrow yet?” She asked hoarsely.

“Yes, sweetie,” I started at the back of her neck and shoulders and cleaned as gingerly as I could. She couldn’t go limp while reaching up over the pipe and her body strained, “It’s a little after four.”

“Lucy?” She pleaded. I understood. Our sister was in worse shape, if less depressed. Lucy was upstairs where she committed her twelve years of slavehood onto Lewis’s cock. He should have melted in pleasure but he kept his mask of displeasure uncracked. He had a firm hand, a certain savoir faire that I... respected. He knew how to be disappointed with greatness. Lucy thrived in that situation; Nadine was beaten down. I just knew I couldn’t afford to slip up.

“It’s getting cold,” Nadine shuddered as I began cleaning her. The cloth was warm, but not hot. She shivered out of exhaustion. I wished I could disconnect her bracelets and let her down. She needed to sleep. I cleaned away the grime. Lewis, I believed, was most attracted to Nadine. At 44, she was his contemporary. She had also only spent her adult life with Him. Lucy had been claimed at 16. She still maintained that juvenility, never allowed to grow up. A perverse creatio like Peter Pan’s lost girl. Nadine was cool, confident, intelligent. I looked up to her. She had become Lewis’s outlet.

“It’s not the worst part,” I sighed as I wrung out the cloth into my bucket, “Lucy just told... Master... about the mirror.”

“Ugh,” Nadine groaned as I made my way below her waist, “Does he know where it is?”

“Back on Superior,” I grimaced. Her skin was appearing. She was beautiful, still fair with just a smattering a freckles. Her tits hung slightly and her eyes and lips had lines but she was still a vision. I would have wished age as well as her, but now I wanted to curse my good looks and tear them away.

“Yeah, it’s in the mess,” She used nautical terms. I called it the kitchen, “It’s taped to the back of bottom cupboards.”

“Why tell me?” She wanted down and was pissing that away.

“Because I’m not going to be let down before he goes to work in the morning. Someone has to go,” Her voice was starting to get hoarse.

“I could have got you down. I could’ve bartered—”

“We don’t barter with a superior man,” Nadine growled at me.

“He isn’t—”

“He gets to believe it,” Nadine groaned, her shoulders must have been on fire.

The basement door opened silently but the top stair creaked. I almost jumped out of my skin to hear that wooden yawn. I turned. Cooke was coming down. He had dressed. A full button up shirt and black pants. His feet were bare. Lucy followed at his heels. She only wore dark red patches on her thighs, breasts, belly and ass where his open palms or leather belt had struck her. I’m surprised she wasn’t skipping like a girl.

“We’re calling it a night,” He announced. I could shut up. I could let him lead us to the undressed mattress in the basement corner. We could sleep with just each other’s bodies for proper warmth.

“Nadine told me where to get the mirror for you,” I declared.

“The mirror?” He raised an eyebrow, “You can use it to see the other slaves.”

“Any of us can,” I said. He always made us look for Him, but I was certain He could as well. I doubted Lewis could.

“What about the new slaves?”

“New slaves?” I was shocked at the idea.

“Sara’s newfound master has collected another girl. A teenager, perhaps. I saw a picture of her this morning.”

“I may be able to,” I said, I felt something scaling my spine like spiders. Sara found someone? I wondered if I could throw him down and run out to find her. I had to restrain myself. I’d rather be slapped down by Lewis, from him I could find my strength, regroup, and eventually defend myself. If another man like Him had me, I was done. I breathed another ragged breath.

“You’ll succeed.” It wasn’t a vote of confidence. It was an ultimatum.

“Of course,” I agreed.

“The car keys are next to the microwave,” He walked past me towards Nadine, “I need the car for 7:30.”

“All of the clothes I have here are filthy,” I said as Nadine flinched. Lewis’s hands travelled over Nadine’s newly cleaned skin.

“Then get dressed in the clothes you left on the boat,” He snarled, “Go.”

“I’ll go,” I nodded and started up the staircase. I had never driven in this country. I hoped I remembered how to get there. The top step creaked under my foot. My stomach turned over.

“Jesus Christ!” I was pulled bodily out of a comfortable dream by a warm wet feeling around my cock. I almost panicked. I did flinch. Gwen’s surprised retreat was made with a hurt feeling across her face. I scratched my hair and tried to laugh it off before I apologized.

“It’s OK,” She said. I had a hand around my erection. Her fingers ran over mine, “Did you want me to continue?”

“Is Eden still here?” Waking up in another bed always fucks with my internal clock.

“She just got up. She went to the washroom,” Gwen rose up on her knees, gorgeous in naked glory. Gwen was mine. I grinned with every tooth, my blonde beautiful girl. I pulled her down over me and started kissing from her navel upwards. It must have tickled like hell by how hard she giggled. She flinched, but stopped herself from pulling out of my arms. I slowly climbed, kissed between her breasts and in her throat. We brought our lips together and made out unhurriedly for a few minutes. I let her fall back at my side. She reached for me, but I slipped my fingers through hers.

“C’mon,” I said. My erection wasn’t really commanded by Gwen’s naked beauty, though that didn’t hurt. I needed to piss, “Is Eden still home?”

“Home?” Gwen whispered as I stood up off the side of the bed, “Yeah, she got up just before I decided to—”

“C’mon,” I tugged her hand and hurried after me. She pouted but nature called louder than lust.

Gwen’s fingers slipped from mine as we passed by her juvenile umbrella tree. Her phone was on the couch and she was walking for it. I hadn’t actually checked my phone religiously in a few days. It felt great. I walked across the apartment, smiling back at Gwen urging her to come but not compelling her. She seemed a little glassy eyed. I saw the clock on the stove, 7:11, it was early and she had the day off.

The sound of the shower greeted me as I opened the door. Eden yelped to hear me walk in but Gwen’s shower curtain were huge thick rubber sheets and I didn’t get the eyeful I wanted. I rushed to the toilet and my flow added to the showerhead.

“Matthew? Is that you?” Eden asked slowly calming down.

“That’s me,” I sighed happy to have unloaded myself. I shook and slipped into the shower. Eden ran the water a little cooler than I liked but it was an easy meld. I grinned as she watched me. Her hair was still slick with Gwen’s conditioner and her lithe body was shiny with the water. The rings on the shower bar scratched loudly as I pulled the curtain closed behind me.

“Good morning!” I grinned as I slipped my arms around her.

“Morning,” She smiled and let me pull her into a kiss. When my hands squeezed her waist and my cock hardened again, she pulled back.

“I’m going to be late if we get into this,” Eden sighed, “I have to run to my place and get my uniform and things.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” I nodded. I glided my hands over her beautiful skin. I cupped a breast. I realized something as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger. I had an unmatched opportunity here. I didn’t know how good of a lover I was. I didn’t have illusions of being a Casanova. I was under experienced. Too much time on the bench and not enough time in the game. I watched Eden’s quivering lips and deep brown eyes and promised myself. If I was going to have this many girls at my command, I was going to get good at this. I almost forgot my promise to Deborah; I kissed Eden again.

“So what will I be smelling like today?” I asked picking up Gwen’s bottle of shampoo.

“That same peachy smell she always has,” Eden smiled as I let go of her body, “Not that harsh cleaner smell I attribute to you.”

“There are worse things to smell like,” I supposed. Eden rinsed out her hair and kissed my cheek.

“I’ll see you soon,” She promised me and got out of the shower.

Without the distraction I followed her out in just a couple of minutes. I felt great as I strode out dry and naked into Gwen’s living room. The sounds of porn were coming from the television and I turned my head with a smile.

“Everything is working,” Gwen said into the phone she balanced in the crook of her neck. “No, thank you, Dove. You have a good day too.”

Gwen hung up and then squealed in surprise of the television. Evan Stone was dressed as a pirate hanging from a rafter as Sasha Grey and another girl sucked his cock.

“Looks like your magic works,” Eden was tying her shoes. Gwen hurriedly turned off the television.

“Not quite how I wanted it to,” I grumbled. I walked over and laid a hand on Eden’s shoulder.

“Well you can’t cheat everything,” She looked towards me with a sarcastic frown.

“I told you last night I had a job for you,” I recalled.

“OK, I wasn’t planning on doing my makeup until I got home anyways,” She smiled but it didn’t quite permeate her voice.

“No, not now, I’ve got Gwen and you got work,” Her brow furrowed but I brushed my fingers through the hair over her ear. It was still a little bit damp, “No, I want you to take the hymnal and write out all of the notes by hand. In one notebook please.”

“I could type it out,” She offered, “It’d be much quicker.”

“No, I don’t think I want that,” I knew from Dawn’s verbal complaints that the book could protect itself. Only I could open it. I hoped to instill the same thing to the next notebook. Sure, Eden would know it’s contents and maybe a little Gwen, but it would give me whatever protection Ishmael had thought he had needed. Just by virtue of the nature of this magic, I needed at least one girl on my side. I decided to trust these two. I would have easily trusted Courtney or Deborah as well. It was just the old slaves I wanted buffered from whatever scared the last wizard.

“Alright, I’ll come by after my shift,” Eden sighed, “Good bye, Matthew. Good bye Gwen, thanks for, uh, well, hosting last night.”

“You’ll be doing it for me too,” Gwen shrugged. She had walked up to us and I wrapped an arm around her waist. Eden was the only one dressed and she looked put out as she waved and left. The door closed with a heavy click and Gwen instantly turned on me and hugged with force.

It was a few minutes later when we let go. She slowly smiled. I brushed her hair back over her ear. “Do you still have that blowjob in you?”

“Sure, Matthew.”

I stuffed my phone into my pocket for the third time. The sun was beating down but I felt cold. It was like my teeth were on edge. I shuffled from side to side. I hadn’t had a cigarette in days. Matthew had made me quit and I hated him for that first and foremost. I wanted to vent my anger. I just needed to walk across the street and claw a tourist’s eyes out. I checked my phone once again. Four minutes had passed.

I looked down Barrington street and saw Matthew. I instantly smiled and that made me blush. I was excited. I wiggled my toes in my sandals and bounced on my heels as he met my eyes. He had cleaned up a lot since this whole thing started. I’m glad he shaved that curly beard of his. I waved and he smiled too. I couldn’t believe this. What he had done really fucking sucked. It had been selfish, greedy, inconsiderate and kinda hot. I was looking forward to actually getting a go with Matthew. I probably wouldn’t have ever fucked him without the bracelet on my wrist. He was too poor to be that much older than me.

“Hey, beautiful,” He said as he finally crossed over to my side of the street.

“Morning, stud,” I grinned and tackled him in a hello hug. He was big and warm and hugged back tightly. I smelled Gwen’s shampoo on him and chuckled. Bitch already had a turn.

“Am I glad to see you!” He stroked my hair and we broke our hug.

“Yeah? Maybe you do have good taste,” I laughed.

“Oh! I need to show you something,” He grinned patting his pockets roughly. After a second check of his left he finally reached in and pulled out a lighter and his phone. I smiled, excited, let it be a free cigarette! I tried to ask but I had quit. I couldn’t ask for a smoke, but I could be given one, by Matthew, anyways. I hoped.

“Alright, look at this,” He was grinning ear to ear. I figured he had a right to be. If I could do what he could, I’d be laughing like a cartoon villain. He slid his phone back into his pants and lifted the zippo in front of my face. He snapped it open and I was looking at a flame.

“Is it supposed to do something?” I looked up to watch his smirk melt.

“I guess it’s like with Eden the first time,” He sighed, really disappointed. He put the lighter in his pocket, “You ready to see this charity thing?”

“Ready for anything!” I saluted and he sent me off up the steps with a squeeze of my butt. Bastard. I flashed a bright smile over my shoulder. He chased me up the stairs. The Aliant building at Barrington and Spring Garden was fairly busy on a Tuesday morning. I had only come in here a couple times before. The passport office was here and my orthodontist had moved his office into the building two years ago. I reached the doors and flashed my perfect teeth back at him. There were few immediate turn offs for me; bad teeth were the biggest. One point for Matthew in that column.

We crossed over to the elevators and rode up without much conversation. There were just too many people around for us to get into anything. Luckily, we were the only two to get off on our floor. The charity, The Forefront Foundation, was just one door down. Their logo was four silhouettes of professional woman on a blue background. The door was closed and Matthew hesitated a moment before he knocked.

“Come on in!” Shouted a friendly voice. We entered the offices. It was a small set up. A cute woman with a headset was sitting up front at the reception desk. Blue carpets and manila walls were as boring as the grey plastic chairs. Matthew pushed me ahead and we walked up to the desk.

“Hi, I’m Courtney King,” I said looking over the girl. She was hot for someone Matthew’s age: fair brown hair was tied back from her face, dark brown eyes lit up, engaged and friendly, and plump lips owned her pretty smile. She was short and had a skinny body with little breasts underneath a light blue dress shirt. She was wearing jeans but I couldn’t see her legs to well. She was pretty and here, just Matthew’s type.

“And I’m Matthew Reid,” Matthew stepped up behind me and settled a palm on the small of my back. I smiled but kept my focus on... June, I picked her name from a placard on her desk.

“Hi, I’m June, were you looking for someone or—”

“Matthew!” Carmen appeared from the back rooms. I was pushed aside as she swirled Matthew up in a kiss. He looked bright eyed and manic. I waited patiently. June and I exchanged snarky smiles, “Oh and you brought Courtney too!”

“Hi,” I slow waved with exaggerated sarcasm. Carmen’s smile for me was just as genuine as it was for Matthew. Mine for her was not.

“Oh! I need to go get Olive!” Carmen zipped back into the offices.

“I take it you came in for a scholarship interview?” June asked, “You’re not scheduled but Whitney has an 10 O’clock who is running late. I can call her out for you?”

“That sounds great,” Matthew said and walked over to the chairs, “Go on, I’ll wait for Carmen.”

“But—” I started. I wanted to keep an eye on Matthew. I wanted some time just him and me this afternoon. I looked and the receptionist was dialing her phone, “Oh, Ms Collins, I was looking for Whitney. No, A walk-in is here. Courtney?” She mouthed my name and I nodded for her, “Courtney. No she came in with her... friend? He said his name was Matthew Reid.”

June jumped in response to a slam hang up. A door banged open and loud shoes hurried out to the front.

“June!” A lightly tan brunette huffed out. She scowled at Matthew and he smiled serenely back. That imperviousness was hot. I shifted on my feet, “Did this man give you anything?”

“Just his name?” June asked confused. I wasn’t. I looked over this shrill woman. Carmen and June were classically pretty: cheek bones, pouty lips, doe eyes. This girl was the kind of pretty last month’s Matthew had a chance with. Her lips were thin, maybe even awkward on her bitch face. She had nice eyes, though a little too far apart. I liked her hair, she really wore it well in that I can’t do anything with my hair kind of way. Her little tits hardly dented her peasant blouse. She wore slacks and sneakers, there was something about her that combatted the ideas of fashion and makeup but none of that affected her projected confidence.

“And that’s all you’re getting,” She hissed.

“Hi, I’m confused,” Matthew looked up, “Who are you?”

“You robbed my father!” She sneered, “You robbed me!”

“Oh you’re Gabrielle! I was hoping to talk to you,” Matthew stood up with a large genuine smile. Gabrielle took two swift steps back into the hallway, “Look this isn’t what you think. This happened by accident to me via Carmen.”

“June, go home or go to my office. Right now.”

“But, Ms Collins—The 10 O’Clock is coming in,” We all followed June’s finger to watch the office door open. In walked a girl my age-ish, maybe a little younger and probably her father. He was tall, maybe 6′4″, wearing a faded yellow shirt and light khaki shorts. He had a light smile and all of his white hairs were in his mustache. She was cute, tall, skinny but for some chubbiness to her cheeks, with round but smallish breasts. She had very little curve to her hips. Her long brown hair, that looked straight without effort, reached her elbows. She had on a not very loose orange t-shirt and baggy shorts. She wasn’t wearing makeup but for a little lip gloss. She looked like a good girl, I looked at her like a bad girl. Matthew would snap her like a twig. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Hi, Mr Rudderham. Alice,” June grinned.

“Good morning, June,” Said the father he looked around the office and saw the failed attempt at a civil smile on Gabrielle and the sheepish look on Matthew. He looked like he was going to take a seat but Alice rolled her brown eyes.

“Dad, I’ll be fine! Go. I’ll text you when I’m done,” She hurried embarrassed that she didn’t get to handle this herself. I figured she must’ve been from out of town then.

“If you’re looking for a place to wait, there’s a food court and a nice used book store on the bottom floor,” Matthew offered. The father turned to him and clearly didn’t like that he was here.

“The interview usually takes a little under an hour,” June explained.

“Very well,” He kissed his daughter on the temple over her right ear, she squirmed a little, “Good luck, honey.”

“Matthew!” Before Mr Rudderham could reach for the door Carmen barreled out with a woman at either elbow. She clearly was eager to show off the women to Matthew but Alice barked at her dad.

“I’ll see you in an hour,” She narrowed her eyes until the door closed behind her dad.

“Mom,” Gabrielle grabbed the wrist of the woman on Carmen’s closer side. There was a clear resemblance between the two. Though, I would never have guessed they were mother and daughter. Sisters maybe. The mother had all of Gabrielle’s looks but was smoothed around the edges. She looked good for whatever her age was. I figured Gabrielle was mid-twenties and they only looked to be about 10 years apart.

“Are you sure? Carmen wants me to meet—”

“And I don’t,” Gabrielle tugged and sent her into the back, “My office come out only when I get you.”

“Wow!” Alice muttered next to me, “I wish I could get away talking to my mom like that.”

“No you don’t,” I said watching Gabrielle’s face.

“Hi, I’m Alice, am I waiting until after you?”

“I think you’re first,” I sighed. Carmen shrugged at the mother’s loss and led the black girl forward. She was somewhere between 25 and 35, but I had trouble being specific.

“This is Whitney,” Carmen introduced the girl but Matthew and I saw the bracelet before we saw the woman in detail. I grinned and Alice looked over Whitney a second time.

“Gabrielle, should we talk?” Matthew asked drawing the harpy to him.

“No,” She crossed her arms over her ribs, “June. My office now.”

“But Ms Foster,” The receptionist started.

“Now, or pack your things,” Gabrielle tromped off after her mother.

“Coming Ms Collins,” Sighed June, “Alice, Whitney will be conducting your interview. Courtney, you’ll have to wait or Carmen will take care of you.”

She deposited her headset on the desk. She hurried back after her boss but not before giving a contrite it’s not usually like this frown to each of us.

“It’s all a little crazy today,” Whitney agreed, “C’mon Alice. Carmen, I’ll meet your new boyfriend after the interview.”

“But—” Carmen shivered.

“It’s fine, it’s nice to meet you Whitney,” Matthew said calmly. I rolled my eyes with a smile for Alice and we, Matt and I, watched the girl follow the black woman to the visible conference room. Matthew turned to Carmen.

“How about a tour?” He asked and she smiled eager to please. The offices were small there were just a couple of conference rooms, an overstuffed file room, a tiny break room and two offices. Carmen led us into her and Whitney’s office just a few minutes later.

“The offices are made soundproof. Extra soundproof.” Carmen grinned as she leaned on the edge of her desk. The office was big, even for two people. The business had decided to remedy that by filling the back wall with shelves, blocking out some of the window. The two desks sat face to face, shoulders to the door. I wandered around the circuit, “Before we hired Whitney to handle more interviews this was where I’d take the girls He wanted to try. He also liked to come by for Nadine, Olive or me.”

“Cool,” I declared pushing the door to be certain it was all the way closed. All in all, I was highly weirded out that this place existed. I was glad I hadn’t found it before Matthew was the Wizard.

“It’s a little creepy,” Matthew suggested.

“He didn’t like to keep the scholarship girls,” Carmen defended the man.

“So what?” Matthew slid a box of Forefront Foundation t-shirts onto the fat bottom rung of one of the shelves. He picked up a couple pens and coffee cups and then a stick of plastic sheathed metal, “Did he just use these?”

“What’s that?”

“A slap bracelet,” Matthew explained cracking it down around his left wrist. He smiled.

“No, he only ever used matching gold bands,” Carmen said lifting up her wrists.

“I’ve been lucky so far,” Matthew declared pulling off the bracelet, he tossed it back with the others, “But, ‘Did you lose this bracelet?’ is going to fail me sometime.”

“You’ve got what? A dozen girls now? We’ll hold down whoever you need us to. That’s how He prefered to do it,” Carmen’s words punched me in the stomach. I didn’t want to hold down some screaming girl while Matthew slaved her up.

“Yeah, no.” Matthew growled. He pulled the box out and read the side, “These are mine now.”

“Oh, yeah, OK.”

“And they’re bracelets.”

“That’s true,” I agreed. He stuck his tongue out at my tone so I returned the gesture.

“Keep that out and I’ll make you use it!” He grumbled.

“Otay, buth isht haord tuh tawg lige thish,” I smiled around my lagging tongue.

“Soundproof?” He said, putting the box on the far side of Carmen’s desk.

“Extra soundproof,” She grinned at him with dark eyes. They both turned on me. Matthew circled the desks towards my left and Carmen was grinning on my right. I turned to Matthew, knowing what I want, hoping it was easy to push.

“Two against one?” I said licking my lips before talking normally, “Can’t handle me yourself?”

“Tongue back out,” He ordered me and. before I admitted to myself that I’d follow his orders, my tongue reached out past my lips, “Carmen, sit down, watch.”

“I haven’t had that order before,” Carmen chuckled as she pulled out her office chair. She reached across the desk and slid her monitor away from my butt.

I shivered feeling unmistakably like helpless. Matthew stepped forward, appearing larger than he had ever before. I couldn’t pull my tongue back in my mouth. He scooped it up in his mouth and teeth. I kissed him back, maybe kissed him first. His fingers gripped my assflesh and lifted me onto the edge of the desks. I kicked my legs wide open. The act almost felt right.

“You’ve collected beautiful girls, Wizard,” Carmen grinned.

“Gwen knows what I like,” Matthew said letting my lips go. I looked up at him. Nothing was right about this. I often inspired boys to action and that was the best sex. Matthew was acting like I wanted him to. I didn’t believe it.

His fingers opened my fly and were pulling my shorts down my legs. I was wearing panties and he looked happy to reveal them and then offended they existed. I reached for him, pulling out his belt. His new pants fit him right, I’d seen him work in the dish pit. His old pants fell down with ease. I tugged harder than I needed to. I felt better when I heard the stitching rip before his fly descended.

I’d seen more than enough cocks in my life. Mostly as unsolicited self portraits. Matthew’s was another. He wasn’t why I was ready. The separation of my sex and silk was a sticky affair. I wanted this since I had smelled peach shampoo in his hair.

“Fuck me, Matthew,” I calculated. Matthew obliged. We began with chaos and velocity. I pulled him tight against my chest. Still mostly dressed, I felt like I was getting fucked in between periods. Except, I didn’t have to be quiet. Extra soundproofing. With every thrust I moaned or growled and I let go of something inside of me. Every time that cock impaled me I tugged Matthew tighter. This wasn’t like sex I had before. This wasn’t like the emotional turmoil of crushes I had stumbled out of into heartbreak. This was pure. This was inescapable.

I came, moments into sex, with a cock still inside me, I came. I didn’t cum like this, not without rubbing my clit. Matthew whispered excited words into my ear but I couldn’t parse them. The soft fluorescent lights couldn’t penetrate my eyelids and every time I opened my eyes it was like a stab. Orgasm and aftershocks. I gurgled out an I love you. I felt real fear.

“I love you, too,” Matthew agreed too easily and that heartbreak that I remembered was almost here. He pushed me back onto the desk and my head nudged Carmen’s computer monitor further back. She caught the monitor as cum splashed inside me. I breathed, panted, wheezed. Four minutes felt like running four miles.

“She fucks like a hellcat,” Carmen cheered.

“Oh my God!” I giggled with pride.

“I am not done with you!” Matthew showed crazed virility as he rolled me onto my stomach. I felt dizzy, like I was falling. I howled, mostly because I expected he wanted it. I was surprised to feel him stop.

“Courtney?” He asked, his breath warm against my ear as my hair was stroked behind.

“Fuck me!” I growled. This time we went slower. It was maddening. Carmen kept relaying the redness of my face or the knot of my eyebrows. This time he didn’t surrender me to pleasure. This time I was used. It felt, fulfilling, terrifying. Another slough of cum mixed inside me. Matthew grinned as he stepped back from me.

“I need to talk to Gabrielle,” Matthew looked to Carmen.

“She won’t like it,” Carmen soured, “She won’t wear a bracelet.”

“I wouldn’t expect her to,” Matthew pointed out. We pulled up our bottoms. Carmen had handed me a few Kleenex, Matthew ignored the two pushed towards him and stuffed his slick cock into his boxers.

“Not every woman He wanted to would wear the bracelet. He’d just have three or four of us hold her down first,” Carmen offered.

“No.” Matthew declared.

“What about something other than a bracelet?” I offered.

“It won’t work the same,” Matthew shrugged, “I can’t imagine fucking this up.”

“In that file room there were a bunch of Forefront Foundation materials,” I reminded them.

“I don’t see how a coffee mug, t-shirt or that basketball will—”

“Right!” Matthew interrupted Carmen and made me smile, “There was a whole box of slap bracelets.”

“Those are misprinted,” Carmen mumbled.

“Even better!” Matthew declared, “Let’s go get them.”

During our sex, Gabrielle, her mother and the receptionist had fled the offices. I picked the box from where I had seen it and passed it to Matthew.

“I don’t know if these will work.”

“Well, they have to be yours and I can give them away for the company,” Carmen explained, “Here you go, Wizard.”

“Are you sure?” Matthew asked Carmen.

“Of course,” Carmen said.

“You could try one,” I suggested.

“Those three left,” He grinned. I pointed over to the conference room. We could see the brunette and black woman through the blinds.

“There’s still someone else,”

“I have to introduce you to Whitney as well,” Carmen beamed.

“Is that bracelet?” Matthew took out my arm and slapped three bracelets on me with varying efficacy. He frowned. I pulled off the three bracelets, a red welt started to bloom. I refused to flinch; I don’t think Matthew noticed.

“One of yours, yes,” Carmen nodded.

“Then I suppose I should meet her,” Matthew motioned for us to follow. We walked up to the conference room and in.

“—I’m happy to say,” Whitney cut herself off as we walked in, “I’m sorry, Carmen, we’re about done though.”

“Perfect, I’d hate to interrupt,” Matthew smiled. Whitney moved to stand, locking eyes with Carmen. Carmen shrugged. I smiled at Alice when she smiled at me, “Sit down Whitney, I just need Alice for a moment.”

“But—” Whitney sat back down but was still ready to argue.

“Quietly,” She shut up. Alice smirked at me enjoying watching Matthew push her around. Matthew handed me a slap bracelet, “She was your idea.”

“I have great taste,”

“What?” Alice asked but she held out her hand for me. I slapped it onto her wrist. It was humbling to see that writ of ownership connected to Matthew without an obvious flicker inside the woman.

“How much money are you giving Alice?” He looked over to Whitney.

“We agreed on $10, 000 per semester for four years,” Whitney said, first happy to talk and second scared to be controlled.

“She’s one of our top receivers,” Carmen agreed.

“How much to make her the top receiver.”

“$22, 001,” Whitney answered.

“Tie her for first then.”

“That’s a lot of money!” Alice grinned.

“Well, you’re more than ready to earn it,” Matthew matched her smile.

“All right Jay-Bird, that’s the end of of the chapter. Now go to sleep.” I closed the Babysitter’s Club book and put it down next Jane’s bed. The point, or so I believed refusing to learn, was to just tell her a story and get my girl to sleep. Jane’s jaw was set, ready for a heated debate. I could see her four year old face was burning with questions. Well, if I hadn’t promised to read to her I’d still be chasing her around living room while Hank laughed, not helping.

“But mom!” She growled. But mom was like my name now. Hank preferred Butt Mom. I smiled and brushed aside my little girl’s hair.

“I’m sure we can answer your questions in the morning,” I kissed her forehead and stood up reaching for the light.

“But what if you’re not here in the morning!” She pleaded.

“Hush, Jay-bird,” I said smiling, “I’ll always be here in the morning.”

I turned off the light and closed the door behind me.