by Jamie Knight
Exhausted, I believe. More emotional than physical. I take my clothes off and join her from behind, spooning and comforting her tired body. I too think of closing my eyes and dreaming of a better morning where it all makes sense.
Not tonight.
Tonight I will take my time to observe her. To watch her. I want to study her every pattern, know every strand of hair falling from her crown.
I want to know her chest, how it heaves when she moves an inch to the left. How she reacts when I squeeze her right ass and play with her labia. How she gasps for air when I choke her. How she screams when I tell her not to cum. I want to watch her wake up with no sense of gravity, space or time.
I want her to realize just how out of control her life has become.
Chapter Seven - Julia
Flickering. Subtle. Vibrant. No wind. Lush movement. I swallow. Restriction. I cannot move. Another.
I open my eyes.
On my back, I am fixed in place. My arms cannot move. I smell sage in the far distance. The air is clear and light. The towering man lifts his feet from the padded floor with calculation. I sigh.
‘Henry?’
A black pod is in his hands. His skin glows from the lights above. The lights, bulbs as tiny as strawberries, move and wave. They are candle lights. I see that now. I turn my head. More candles.
‘Where are we?’
‘In my home, Julia.’
‘I know that, silly. I mean... why can’t I turn my head?’ I blink and see more. ‘And why are you naked?’
He circles me quietly. The dimple in his sculpted back tightens. I exhale and move my ankles. I feel no fabric on my body.
‘Why am I naked?’
‘You ask so many questions, Miss Cast.’ He stops and faces the gray walls. His beautiful face turns toward me and our eyes lock. ‘Perhaps I can remedy that.’
He squeezes his fist. My world explodes.
Between my thighs.
It throttles me into involuntary spasms. My clit. My labia. The inner sapling of my G-spot. Oh God… YES.
He squeezes his fist. It stops. I fight to align my breathing.
‘Henry… what is this?’
There is a vibrator inside of me, hooked onto the very spots of pleasure to which my fingers are accustomed. My fingers, and now his thick cock. I see it rise and fall, his pelvic muscles controlling every twitch, every flow of life down to it.
His breath is strong above my face. His arms, moisturized and flexed, caress my shoulders in an effort to calm me down. I am anything but calm.
‘You are in my Pleasure Room, Miss Cast. It is filled with toys for both all kinds of kink, and I have prepared it just for you. Well, I have been preparing it just for you for a year.’
‘A year?’
He shushes me with his finger. Fore. Middle follows. Tip after tip they graze my bottom and then top lip. He urges me to open them, my teeth, my mouth.
‘Wider,’ he commands.
I do as he says. He tastes like cherries. No. Strawberries. I’ve never tasted anything like it before. He swirls and twirls them around my tongue, and I do my best to wet them. I am tempted to bite him, make him feel pain…
‘Stop.’
He’s in my mind. I let him be, and the oral invasion is over. He pulls out and makes sure I watch him lick them clean. I squirm.
‘Tonight, you have surely rested. I willed you to rest. Do you understand what this means?’
‘No.’
‘You will address me as Red.’
‘Really, Henry?’
His fist squeezes. The jolt surprises me. Oh gosh… I am soooo close to… oh mmmmmmh…
He stops.
‘No, R… Red.’
He leans over my face. I feel his heart through the top of his shoulders. I feel him in control.
‘Good girl,’ he replies softly. He leans so close I can taste his lips once more. ‘Now close your eyes.’
‘Red?’
‘Do as you are told.’
‘Yes, Red.’
I shut the world out and listen. His body heat feathers across my skin. Flesh boils and pines for sweet release. Warm fingers wrap around my clit, pampering an already fixed vibrator. Thighs widened. Ankles shackled. Arms tied down. Womb screaming for cum. Lips and mouth filled with his thick, long cock. Tongue wet and ready. A sigh.
I hear the button click.
Tables turn. I feel gravity rush the blood down. My head is full. Cock and balls, slapping and filling my throat. Tears sting my eyes. Horrid pleasures rip through my core. Clit is owned. Cunt is his. His cock is slow. The machine is not. Higher setting. I suck it in. I inhale through my nose.
My thighs expel the thing. He pushes it back in. His thighs slap and fold over my ears. The smell of musk and cum envelop me. I cannot scream. My body shudders and convulses to the rapid pulses from the vibrator inside of me. T
he orgasms overlap and I swallow his cock all the way down my throat. I cry and spit him out, the salt and sweet pre-cum oozing down my chin.
‘REEEEEDD,’ I howl out. The buzzing stops. His cock slaps against my cheek. I calm down. ‘My pussy is on fire, Red.’
‘Open your eyes.’
I see him squatting beside me. He pats my hair to the side and kisses me on the forehead.
‘Did you like that?’
‘I did,’ I reply, panting.
‘Good.’ He stands straight and tall on the other side. His thighs and my ass meet. Vibrator in his hands. Cock on my clit. He nods. I close my eyes.
I hear the button click.
I feel them both inside of me.
I scream his name. His real name. He does not stop. He thrusts as deep as where my secrets sleep and tortures my clitoris with the vibrator for eternity. I lose count. I lose feeling of who I was before I woke up.
I close my eyes, tired.
My hands are free. So are my legs. I am moving, and not walking. Henry has me in his arms, and I think we are going upstairs. My body is not my own. I try scratching his chest. My fingers cannot move. I taste semen on my lips. Semen and strawberries.
‘I love you, Julia,’ he says to me. ‘I have always loved you and now I’m glad I can own you. I can possess you whenever I want.’
‘I love you, too, Henry,’ I say in a haze.
I close my eyes and allow myself to get lost in the echo of my mind.
I like it here. With Henry, who owns me completely.
Chapter Eight - Henry
She breathes like a newborn kitten, cuddled and cute. Her hair is all messed up and tangled in my face and neck. I like it a lot. I like how she’s slept all night and into the morning. I want her to wake up and suck my dick.
My balls are heavy already, and so I nudge her. One or three more rounds should do the trick. I nudge. She does not budge.
Then I will watch over her. It’s the least I could do after such a night.
‘Morning,’ she finally croaks. The lemon tea should help with that.
‘Good morning, Miss Cast.’ She brushes her tussled hair aside and blinks. ‘You didn’t.’
I actually did.
‘Breakfast in bed!’
‘You deserve some.’
She cracks a boiled egg, peels it off, splices it down the middle, adds some chili into it and dunks the bottom chunky part into the lemon tea. I watch her slurp then bite the edge off.
‘What?’ she asks.
‘You look great. You feel great. But what the heck is this supposed to accomplish?’
Stunned: ‘You mean the egg? What? Everyone does it like this.’
‘Everyone? Who’s everyone?’
‘I can be,’ she says smugly. ‘Anyway, aren’t you going to eat too?’
‘Not after seeing that.’
She chortles and pushes the tray into my knees. I take the cue and butter my toast.
‘How long do you think this is going to last?’ She asks after sipping her tea. I am no ready to have this conversation. ‘The pandemic, I meant.’
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There. Did she see it, my hesitation? Her eyes suggest otherwise, focused on her tea and scratching her left arm.
‘Another twelve months, at least.’
Exasperated: ‘Another? I really miss the office.’
‘Me too. There are ropes and pleasure rooms and vibrators behind the stairwell on the eighteenth floor where I do this sort of thing.’
‘You do?’ Deflated.
‘No! Come on. I was joking. Why would I have those things in the office? I hate mixing pleasure with business.’
‘Then I guess I’m pretty special.’ Her face lights up. I think she’s blushing. I should tell her. Right now.
I hate how much I’m falling for her. I don’t ever do relationships, or commitment. But it’s all I’m thinking about, when it comes to her.
My ass vibrates. I pause and check it. It’s an email. Unknown sender.
‘Hmm.’
‘What?’
‘This is interesting.’
‘Do I want to know?’ she asks.
I slide the phone from my palm and into her lap. Her eyes widen. Terror. It has many names. Now I know it was not paranoia. She was hacked. Her privacy was defiled. So was mine. What Julia is watching, with tears in her eyes, is the two of us last night tearing it up.
I take the device from her and read the text that follows. Of course it wants money. Bitcoin, they say. Thirteen hours, I see.
‘What do we do?’ she whispers.
I take her hand and warm it with mine.
‘I’ve got this handled. Don’t worry. Finish your breakfast.’
The floor feels funny after not being in contact with it for a few minutes after seeing such a vile abuse of power. They could have done anything else but come between a hunt I’ve been planning and working on for years. Those fucks have no idea what’s coming to them.
‘Bo.’
‘Henry.’
‘I’ve sent you an anon email. Work on the IP and get me a location soon as you can.’
‘The project...’
‘I’ll double your fee. Whatever you’re working on can wait. If you can do it by the end of the day, I will gift you with that Utility contract as a bonus.’
‘Twenty four hours is all I need.’
‘Good.’
‘Who was that?’ she asks.
‘Professionals. Today we will need to stay off the digital grid as much as we can, just so that we can let them work and not get targeted anymore.’
She wipes her mouth and pads her right eye.
‘So what do we do all day?’
She is sore and I am chaffing. No way I’m having any more sex with her in this condition. Maybe…
‘I want to know more about you than what you shared with the company on your resume.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Whoever hacked you knows you personally. I want to have that same privilege.’ And also see if it is someone she overlooked from her past.
Julia grins and smacks her thighs off.
‘Okay. Let me shower first, okay?’
‘Okay.’
‘Alone, Henry. I need to understand what you did to me last night.’
Dangerous territory. I hide my satisfied smirk.
‘I’ll be in the third bedroom from this one, on the right,’ I tell her.
Tray in my hands, I move from the bed and plod towards the door. I hear the taps drain their frothy water into the tub. I catch a passing glance of her breast, her eye, her playful smile, her head shaking side to side, and the door closing behind her.
When she gets out, she tells me about everything. Her father. Her mother. Charlie. The fun nights they had together. How she feels about her best friend moving away, and how it hurt not to attend the wedding.
She talks to me about her feelings growing up, feelings toward an unloving mother and an absent father. She tells me she knows how normal it is in America to have that. I tell her it’s true, how normal it is, and that everyone who experiences it has a unique way of coping.
That makes it special, I say. So, I ask her how she coped. Clamming up, she says. She never showed her heart to anyone. She would kiss boys and lead them on, but that was as far as it went. They always hated her for it, leaving them horny and unattended to behind the locker rooms.
She told me it was the same in college. Classes turned into study sessions, and that was when she first learned to masturbate. She was alone at the time, or so she thought. Her crazy religious fanatic of a roommate, who had strict rules against boys and girls and the sins of the flesh, walked in on her climaxing for the first time.
‘It was the best high, knowing I was caught but still wanted to go on.’
She was kicked out, of course. For indecent exposure. This was where Charlie came in.
‘You should have met her. She was a divine friend.’
She caught her too, masturbating to the licks of a thick wand. But there was no anger or disgust. That act made them closer. Sisters. Charlie did the same thing—with no shame at all, even when she should have some basic modesty.
She tells me of the day she had to move out. The day Charlie got engaged. The day the constant calls stopped coming in.
‘She’s alright. I check up on her once a while online.’
Julia pauses to breathe and rub lotion on her ankles. The robe suits her well.
‘How about you?’ she asks. ‘What hidden secrets does Henry Palmer hide behind his cold hard soul?’
‘Cold?’ I ask, visibly yet playfully hurt. ‘I am never cold.’
‘Yes. You. Are. Remember who catalogs all your calls and emails and meetings?’
‘Oh, yeah.’
‘That’s right.’
She’s won.
Propping myself up with my elbows, I say, ‘I think we need snacks. Popcorn?’
‘Salted butter, right?’
‘Um, just the normal kind.’
She scoffs and then goes to get some.
‘This is the best goddamn popcorn I have ever had in my life.’ It really is. Better than that rough movie theater sawdust I was so used to.
‘Butter makes the world go round,’ she says, with a quick and powerfully sedating smile.
I have to agree. This is a better bribe than a kiss.
And so I tell her.
The moment I get to the part about my abusive father, her arms lingers strongly on mine.
She empathizes.
She understands.
She sees.
I see too.
I see Julia Cast, as secretary and aide, no more.
I see Julia Cast, listener and lover.
I see her carefully undressing now.
‘Come here,’ she whispers, lowering her head and opening her lips to my groin. ‘Let me own you the same way that you own me. Now we know each other’s secrets, each other’s pasts, everything about each other.’
She’s right.
I never give my heart to anyone, but I just gave it to her.
She owns me as completely as I own her.
Chapter Nine - Julia
His cock gets bigger on my mouth, and I slurp it all the way down. My tongue slithers and grabs along the edge of his helmet, the throbbing pulse enough to make a man, a god like he, grab my head and shove me down deeper until I kiss his engorged balls.
I choke on him and fight back the tears. The inner lining of my mouth grows wetter, slicker and hotter. Friction.
He calls out my name. I answer with a tightening of cheeks and sucking out every bit of Henry that his balls can offer. I taste the jut’s salty stickiness and let it coat the roof of my throat. It oozes down my throat, and I slurp him out.
His body is shaking as he thrusts me onto the bed and applies his cock where necessary. In my cunt first. Deep and wet he slaps his firm thighs into my ass and pushes my head into the pillows.
Hot air and silk are in my mouth. His strength and weight plunder. My core lets go and the rush spasms from my clit, my womb, my tits, to my brain a
nd back, zigzagging and crisscrossing my nerves like thin confused wire.
I hang limp in his arms and he kisses me. I taste cold thirst in his throat. He carries me elsewhere. Kitchen, I think. Door frame. My leg on his shoulder. He penetrates me. I gasp. His hands squeeze my breasts. He massages my shoulders, my scalp, as his lips hold mine and play. Watery justification expels out of my cunt and on his V-line. He stops and cums, hard, inside me. Carries me again. Kissing me all the way. I feel fire.
Flame.
On my skin. Close. A fireplace.
Soft bedding on my back. Legs spread wide open. Hands cupping my ass.
He spits.
‘Henry,’ I gasp as it glides and forces my asshole open.
‘I got you, Julia. Trust me.’
‘I trust you.’
Hands cloistered together, he pushes it deeper. I bite my tongue. He nods. He pulls out. He thrusts again. I groan. He pushes it out. Again. In. Oh God, yes… in… pleasure… fuck… yes… I drool.
He thrusts and holds, his body close to ricocheting off the floor, off my sweaty used body. Hot cum shoots out of his cock, landing inside of my tight asshole. I tighten the muscle, then loosen it. He is done. I know he is.
We slump together and kiss before the fire. He does not stop kissing me. I do not stop saying those words in my head. This is just the sex talking. This is just the sex talking. I love Henry. This is just the sex talking...
It is night and we are both on the playroom floor, drained and sweating. He kisses my cheek and I bury my face in his chest. His phone buzzes.
‘Bo,’ he answers, over speaker phone.
‘We got him. Stuart Collins is his name. Seems he’s been doing this for months.’
‘Good. The police...’
‘Have been anonymously notified and the threads leading up to your employee are severed. Stuart is going to go away for a very long time.’
‘Consider that bonus doubled too.’
‘I was expecting nothing less.’
The line goes dead.
‘Are you okay?’ he asks after I go silent for close to a minute. ‘They found him. They are about to catch him. How are you not happy?’
‘Collins… he was...’ his warm arm finds my own.
He knows.