by Jamie Knight
Taking my hand, he brought me with him as he went over to the light switch. The sudden brightness made us have to blink the little spots away. Still, it was far preferable to the alternate option.
“You okay?” Adam asked, caressing my cheek.
“I am now. Thank you, Master.”
“Anytime, Pet.”
Adam led me back to the wall, which I could then see was plain white plaster, and bent me over at the waist. On the way there, I could see what he had gone to get. Be careful what you wish for.
“Open, Pet,” Adam said.
I obeyed and he fit the rubber ball between my teeth and secured the straps of the ball-gag behind my head. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing through my nose, waiting to see what he was going to do first.
To my surprise, his open gambit was to stroke me. Long, light caresses from the back of my neck to the small of my back. I let out a sigh despite myself, letting him know exactly how much I liked it.
As if this were his cue, he mixed in the caresses with scratches. Equally long and light pulls of his nails across my back, no doubt leaving bright red welts on my fair skin. Just as I couldn't take it anymore and was about to plead for him to fuck me and fuck me hard, he put me well beyond words, licking his way up my back, along my spine.
My tenderized flesh was even more sensitive than usual. My legs turned to jelly in the ensuing endorphin rush and it was difficult to stay upright. Adam assisted with this, wrapping one of his arms around my waist as he swirled his tongue on the nape of my neck.
Slipping his other around my other hip, he started working my pussy with his fingers, making me scream. The sound was muffled, the gag serving its intended purpose, keeping things from getting too loud.
Just as I got to the edge of orgasm, I was suddenly denied. Adam switched from fingering me deep, to stroking the outside of my pussy. It still felt really good but wasn’t about to make me cum.
When I was calm, he put his fingers back in, returning his tongue to my neck and worked me to a body rocking orgasm, made all the stronger by the anticipation. Adam kissed me and he cupped my pussy while I came down from my amazing, multi-orgasmic high. I had heard about such things happening, but never thought I might be a candidate.
Stroking both hands the length of my back, my master continued down, over my ass, along my legs and to my feet. Working his way back up, he held me by the thighs as he buried his face between my thighs, devouring my wet little pussy.
I moaned as much as I could with the ball-gag in. Taking pity on me again, he only denied me once before letting me cum, setting off fireworks in my head.
Stroking his way upward and onward, he repeated the process with my asshole. Working my pussy with two fingers as he did so, he brought me down to my knees with pure pleasure.
Turning me so I was facing him in a submissive position, he softly cupped my chin and lifted my gaze to his. As he did this, he undid the fly of his jeans with one hand while removing the ball-gag with the other, unfurling his beautiful cock. The delicious head was inches from my longing lips.
“What do you say?"
“Please?”
“Please, what?”
“Please my I suck your beautiful cock, Master?”
“Yes, my pet.”
I opened my mouth wide and dropped it onto his massive shaft. The angle actually helped me get it in further than I would otherwise dare to try. Getting comfortable, I went as hard as I could, slamming his cock in and out of my throat like his cum contained gold.
My efforts were soon rewarded with a mighty torrent of hot, thick, sweet cum blasting into my mouth almost faster than I could swallow it. Almost.
Hoisting me to my feet, Adam pressed me hard against the wall, making it impossible for me to move. Holding my arms up over my head, he squeezed my neck. Not hard. I didn’t choke. Tenderly and just enough to make me feel it.
He leaned in and started kissing my neck, putting small bites here and there. Working his way to my mouth, he kissed me hard, wrestling my tongue into total submission.
After working me into a frenzy, he turned me around, pressing my face against the cool plaster. I heard the snap of a plastic lid and knew what was coming next. Sure enough, the well lubed butt plug slipped up inside me, slowing to a stop at the base. I breathed slowly, getting used to the incredible pressure and amazing pleasure of the feeling.
Out of nowhere, Adam scooped me up and carried me effortlessly to the middle of the room. There, hanging from a solid looking ceiling beam was a bondage version of a sex swing.
Setting me down in the hammock-like structure and arranging it so my ass was hanging off the end to reduce the pressure, Adam carefully fastened the straps around my wrists and ankles, leaving me like I was hanging in midair. Positioning himself between my wide open legs, Adam took hold of my braid, winding it around his hand several times. Having taken firm control of my head, he pulled me to him, kissing me hard. Our tongues danced in our unified mouths, his definitely in the lead. Breaking away and pulling my head back slowly but firmly, he slid his cock deep into my pussy.
Starting off slow, the swing moved with me, making it even easier. He gradually went harder. The leverage of the swing made it so I barely felt the difference. All of it felt really good. Soon enough, he was absolutely pounding my hanging, prone body, taking me for all I was worth.
I could feel his muscles start to tense, getting ready to unleash its tender fury upon me. Taking out the butt plug as he fucked my pussy, Adam got his cock into my stretched out asshole and came deep inside it. I moaned from the exquisite pleasure warming me to my core.
Leaving his cock deep in my ass, he gave me a moment to get used to being filled so deep. Then, braid still around his hand, the other hand lovingly caressing my belly, he started to pump his massive cock in my little asshole. Scrumptious tremors ran through my body as he pumped me, the swing bobbing gently like a boat on the ocean.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he started fucking me even harder. My mind went completely blank. Pure white light radiated in the core of my mind. I was completely happy and at peace.
Afterwards, he carried me to the bed and then came back holding a tray with a china mug and teapot that he set down on the night table. Feeling drowsy but following the sound of sipping, I saw Adam sitting at the foot of the bed, drinking from his own cup. He looked beautiful. He was ethereal and motif in the soft blue light.
“Drink something, Pet.”
Shifting under the heavy duvet, I reached over and got the cup without incident. I was still quite naked, and from what I had heard, tea burns could be really nasty. The damage done by green tea was worse than most.
The tea was amazing and perked me right up. Overall, I felt pretty good. I still flet a lot of stretching in various places, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I wouldn’t be walking for a while, but if anything, I felt really relaxed.
When we were both done with our cups, Adam replaced them on the tray and threw the covers from me like unveiling a statue. I lay completely flat and opened my legs, open and ready for another hard fucking.
But that was not what Adam had on his mind. He scooped me up gently into his arms, holding me close. Kissing me tenderly on the lips, he carried me out of the room and down the stairs, to where the tub was.
The water seemed warmer. Maybe something Adam did to me had heightened my senses. Either way, it felt great.
I expected him to turn on the jet as he had before, but once again, Adam surprised me. It was something he had gotten really good at since we met. Taking off his clothes, he got into the mineral bath with me, taking a bar of soap from one of the shelves that was built into one of the ledges.
“Turn around, Pet.”
Obeying him immediately, I stood and turned. Wetting the soap in the healing waters, Adam cleaned me all over from face to feet, making me sit up on one of the ledges for the last one.
When my body was completely cleansed, he exchanged the bar soap for a bo
ttle of shampoo and washed my hair. It was something I had never let anyone else do since I was a baby.
Leading me up and away from the healing waters, Adam wrapped me in another of the lovely towels, thoroughly drying me off.
“You should rest,” he said before putting his own clothes back on and heading for the door. “And then go visit your daughter. I have big plans in store for us.”
As if what hadn’t already happened between us weren’t the biggest things that had happened to me, ever.
Chapter Fourteen - Adam
I needed to think. I had gone really hard on Morgan partly because I was angry about the trailer and the fruitless meeting I had tried to have about it earlier. I was trying to fuck the rage away, but also, paradoxically, to show her I loved her no matter what the toe rags at the studio might say.
Despite the fact that I owned 30% interest in that studio, it was not enough to control it. I would need 51% for that, 53% to secure it, and I didn’t see that happening any time soon.
I didn’t even actually buy the shares. My manager had done it for me, certain that an investment in an internet-based entertainment company would come back in droves and give deep dividends. And it had, which was yet another example of a poor soul with a cash register in place of a brain and a bank vault in place of a heart.
The financial manager was a heartless profiteer, but he was my profiteer, so I put up with him. I was not, however, at all enamored with the conduct of the producers of the studio of which I was part owner.
They were falling firmly into the ‘anything for money’ section of humanity. They were the sort who would have been executioners and mercenaries back in the day, as long as the price was right.
Nature always calmed me, even as a kid. It could have had something to do with the fact that there was usually no one else there and it was a way of getting away from the silliness of society for a while. Just me, the trees and the animals.
Apparently, going to an island very few people knew the exact location of hadn't been enough in itself and I had to have woods there too, even if they did lead directly into water. The island was big though and even for someone like me, to get from the buildings to the beach would take a good three hours on foot. That really was the only option.
The only section of road I allowed to be paved was the one going in from the airstrip. The concrete artificiality of the city was the main thing that had turned me against them in general. Aside from the occasional park or green belt, there was nothing natural about cities. They were little more than cement and glass boxes for people to run through like rats in a lab maze. The ultimate example of a literal social construction.
It was strange for me to think about how society itself really only existed because people agreed that it did. As exemplified by all the societies that didn't exist up to a certain point, then stayed for a while and then ceased to exist again to the point that it was like they were never there. Communist East Germany was a sterling late-20th century example. Funny things can happen to your brain when you study history in depth for an extended period.
I didn't go all the way to the coast. I didn't want to leave Morgan alone in the house for that long. She did not know where all the cameras were and she could well get lost.
The bathroom was close enough to the master bedroom that it shouldn't be a problem, but it wasn't a good idea for her to go wandering. I did that once when the house was first built and it took me two days to find my way back. I was honestly surprised at how comfortable stairs could be if I laid on them right.
She did know how to get to the wing of the mansion that her daughter and best friend were staying in, so I figured I’d give her enough time to get there and have a nice visit and get back, but that would be it. I didn’t want to take my chances with her wandering around unnecessarily after that and getting lost.
I could hear the ocean crashing on the rocks in the far distance. A moss-covered log made a fine place to sit and take in the tranquility. What better place to plot a plan of action.
The bastards had gone too far and besmirched the name of the woman I loved. I didn't usually go in for such notions of duty and vengeance, but some things went deeper. It wasn't about vengeance, which the monotheist God had already claimed anyway. The full biblical passage was ‘vengeance is mine, for me to repay, saith the Lord.’ It had gone past personal revenge. It was a matter of justice.
Sure, I could have called up the highest priced lawyers in the land and completely destroyed the studio with a slander lawsuit, but there were lots of people who worked here who had nothing to do with it. Besides which, where was the fun in that? I would have to figure out some other way to deal with it.
After a very long walk and some time spent sitting under a tree and mulling things over, I checked in on Morgan upon my return to the house. Sure enough, she was tucked up in the bed, snoozing away.
I had called it right. She'd had an exhausting night and needed some sleep after visiting her daughter. I might wake her up later for more fun, but right then, I had business to attend to.
I had the number memorized. Of course I did. I didn't undertake an endeavor without a proper date to hand.
The receptionist came up on the video-call looking a bit surprised to see me. But to be fair, I was wearing a tank top due to my trip to the woods. My heavily decorated arms were covered in small, bleeding scratches from the thick trees. I didn't even feel it anymore.
“M-Mr. Leary.”
“Pam,” I said, with a nod.
“What can I do for you? It is pretty late.”
“And yet, there you are, still working away.”
“Well, yeah. Mr. Murdoch insists. I don't go home until he does.”
“When does he go home?” I asked.
“Oh, eleven or midnight. It's really not all bad. The babysitter is making a mint, so she's happy.”
“How is little Lola?” I asked.
“Great. As far as I can tell. I honestly don't see her often.”
Good. Another reason to take the bastards down.
“Would you happen to know who the show runner is on my show? It seems to have changed.”
“Um, yes, there was a bit of a coup a while ago. The show-runner is now Pat Bateman.”
The toe-rag. Perfect. It couldn't have been better if I had written the script myself. This really was going to be fun.
It took ten rings. Of course he didn't pick up right away. Even if he was sitting right there. He was important, dammit!
Finally, his eminently punchable face came on the screen. I had already taken off my tank top and greatly enjoyed his look of surprise and fear when he saw me sitting there shirtless, fleeting as it may have been.
“What the fuck do you want?” he demanded.
“Now, now. Is that anyway to talk to a shareholder, let alone the star of one of your anticipated new shows? I must say, the preview ratings are quite impressive. No matter how the critics react, the audience is going to love it. That's what's most important, right? Lots and lots of money.”
“What are you-”
“Even if one has to blatantly lie about innocent people and weave a false narrative, the audience will like it more than the boring old truth.”
“You saw the promo,” Bateman said, his expression falling just a bit.
“Yes, I did.”
“We did what we had to do! It's called capitalism, lib-tard,” he shouted, returned to full bluster.
“No, it is corporate malpractice and slander, both of which are quite illegal.”
“What are you going to do? Sue us? Bring it on, asshole!”
The call dropped. Bateman clearly had terminated it, certain that he had won. Poor kid. He would have no idea what hit him.
“Wilson,” spoke my seldom-seen assistant, picking up on the first ring.
“Wilson, it's Leary here. Refresh my memory. How many shares are currently being sold for Murdoch Studios?”
“27%, Sir,” Wilson said after some typin
g.
“Very good. I want you to buy them.”
“All of them?”
“All of them. No matter what the cost,” I confirmed.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And then I want you to fire a junior partner named Pat Bateman. No severance. No reference. Blacklisted from Murdoch Studios and every other outlet owned by Leary Media or in which I have a controlling interest. Total scorched earth.”
“Very good. Any ideas for a replacement, sir?”
“Sara Adams. She is a production assistant right now. I want her proposed to JP and made showrunner on my show.”
“Right away, Sir.”
“Thank you, Wilson.”
I hung up the phone and placed it back on the desk. I felt like celebrating.
Morgan stirred slightly as I got under the duvet. Also relieved of all my clothes, our bodies pressed together.
“Master?”
“Hush, my pet. Just relax.”
“Yes, Master,” she murmured, gasping softly as I cupped my hand between her thighs.
Spreading her cheeks, I worked her little asshole with my fingers. Before long it was open enough to be fucked. The nail training of the past few days was working out really well. I wanted to try it without lube, just with my saliva. If she cried, I would stop.
She didn't cry. She just moaned as I eased the head of my cock inside her. Giving her a moment to prepare herself, I pushed in more, getting nearly half the length of my cock inside her.
“That's my good little pet,” I said, kissing her softly on the back of her neck.
She moaned in reply and I started rocking my hips, working my cock in and out of her sweet little hole. I held her close as I fucked her.
Wetting the fingers of one hand and keeping the other arm warmly around her petite frame, I reached down between her thighs again. I caressed the outside of her delicate pussy as I worked my cock deep inside her asshole, giving her the best of both worlds.
Slipping two fingers inside her, I angled so I would hit her clit and g-spot at the same time. I fingered her while we ass fucked, working up a good, synchronized rhythm between my cock and my fingers. Morgan nearly passed out from the intense orgasm.