by Emma Rose
Feeling his cock push against the confinement of his pants, Andrew knew he didn’t have long to play around, even though he wanted to stretch this out and let every moment with her body last forever. He reached under her skirt pulling down her panties and feeling her flesh quiver as his hand touched her mound.
“Oh!” Adriana stammered and leaned up on her elbows to make eye contact with him.
“I love you Adri,” he said and his hand left her cleft just long enough to push his pants down his hips and release his manhood.
“You are my man,” she said as a tear of joy fell from his eye.
He kissed her again deeply, and then moved down to press his face against her nether lips at first kissing them lightly, them running his tongue up and down her slit as her clit tightened and tingled. The sensation of his rough tongue against her most sensitive areas sent a flood of moisture between her legs as she parted them slightly.
He divided her lower lips with his fingers just enough to find the opening to her core and then began to insert his tongue. She moved her legs farther apart, desperately wanting him to enter.
Gently, Andrew placed a finger where his tongue had been, leaning over to lick her clit while he fingered her vaginally. He could feel the wetness built up inside her and could tell by the uptake in her breath that her arousal was building steadily. Adriana began to lift her hips up slowly to rub against the digit inside her.
Pulling himself up, he buried his head in her breasts again as his hand guided his cock to the opening of her body. Poking his head in the tight hole, he looked up to make eye contact.
“Quietly,” she reminded, her hips still rising and falling, the feeling of her velvet channel massaging his member and making him want her all-the-more.
“Katya might fight it at first, but she sleeps a like a stone when her eyes close.” Andrew affirmed as he began to slowly push inside her.
“I know,” She replied and laid her head back, lifting her knees so her hips would provide a bowl for his body. Pulling out slightly, he pushed forward, opening her body before him.
Andrew moved inside her, the tight channel gripping his cock as he rocked her back and forth, the friction of her womb making him want to explode. He tried to hold back but her body felt so good around his shaft and he wanted her so badly he began sharp thrusts into her lifting her hips of the couch as her body gripped and pulled him in.
Reaching down he found her swollen clit with his hand and begin pulling and swirling his fingers on her hot button driving her wild with desire as her hips began to bounce up and down on the couch.
“Please, Andrew, I…please…” Adriana tried to communicate something to her husband but the words just would not flow. Instead, the heat of their lovemaking and the tension of her sex begin to send her over the edge. She didn’t know what else to do so she just held on for the ride.
Stimulated by her pussy beginning to quiver and spasm on his cock, he began slapping his balls up against her, feeling his seed building up inside ready to explode inside this woman he had dreamed of every night.
“Oh…oh!” Adriana let go and grabbed the sides of the couch, her orgasm tearing through her lower regions as her jaw dropped open and her body lost all control. He too, let go and shot his seed deep inside her gasping and moaning as he emptied himself in her channel.
He lowered himself on top of her and placed his head on her breasts, giving them small kisses as they both enjoyed the silent afterglow and exchange of energy. Normally it was at this point he awoke, with a painful erection or a nocturnal emission. But tonight there was something more. It was the spirit of Adriana lingering in the air. He could actually see her in his cell.
“Adri,” Dr. Sovich called out aloud, making the guard sit up and check the monitor.
She held Katya in her arms and lifted a finger as if to remind him again to be quiet lest he wake his sleeping child. She floated there before his eyes for a moment more, nodding and smiling gently.
“It is alright, my love,” she said to him, the dulcet tones of her voice bringing tears to the large man. “It is right with me.”
Sovich reached for her and she disappeared, taking his child with her, into the darkness of the cell. He gasped loudly, and the lights came on full force causing him to shield his eyes and giving him a chance to wipe his tears before anyone could see them.
“What’s going on here, Sovich?” The guard looked through the glass door of the pod. He saw nothing but the Russian sitting on his cot.
“I was having a nightmare, officer,” Sovich replied gruffly. “Did you come to sing me a song?”
He smiled as the guard stomped back to the station and he knew in his heart somewhere Adriana and Katya were smiling too.
***
Cami fussed and pulled at her blouse. She had no idea what was appropriate to wear to an afternoon tea being held in her house by a dominatrix. The gentleman who brought the tea set, petit fours, and napkins had given her explicit instructions but none of them included dress.
“The Mistress is expecting all ten people to be present,” he told her nervously. “So, I am leaving you with an extra cup and saucer. Do not set it out for display. Keep it in a cabinet. If someone should drop or break their cup, God forbid, you will have an extra.”
“I…um…I…don’t know how to pour tea,” Cami admitted, feeling instantly out of her league. He put his arm around her to calm her nerves. It was a welcome gesture.
“You don’t have to, dear. It is Mistress Rebecca’s tea and she will pour. She is a talented hostess. All you have to do is have everything set up on the sideboard like I showed you. Don’t worry. She won’t bite you, unless she wants to.”
“Have you worked for her long?” Cami was curious about what the life of the Capitol’s most socially adept dominatrix must be like on a daily basis.
“Oh, I don’t work for her,” he said, as a slight red hue crossed his cheeks. “I serve her. At work, I’m a legislative contract attorney for Senator Redmond.”
“Oh!” Cami stammered, realizing she may have needlessly exposed a layer of his life. “Don’t worry; your secret is safe with me.”
“What secret?” He laughed and gave her a thermometer to make sure the water would be the correct temperature.
The doorbell rang at fifteen minutes to three and Cami opened her home to Mistress Rebecca and a gentleman friend. Cami blinked several times. Rebecca was in a soft pink dress accentuated with lace. She smelled of lavender and although she still wore some rather sharp heels, they were pretty and matched the sunny outfit. Her partner was a gorgeous man in a light summer suit. His tie matched her dress impeccably. His hair was the perfect blend of black and brown and his moustache fit his features and face in such a way Cami felt she might actually swoon.
“Don’t look so shocked,” Mistress Rebecca droned sarcastically, erasing any doubt of her identity. “This is an afternoon tea, not an S&M convention.”
Cami nodded and backed up, allowing the couple entry. Their very presence made the room look smaller.
“You have a lovely home,” the man said. He guided Rebecca over to the tea set and began re-arranging things as she seemed to prefer. Cami just stood in the hall and watched them work together like a choreographed dance. They were beautiful. Before too long he looked out the window. “Bridget’s here.”
“Tell me she’s presentable,” Rebecca sighed without looking up from the platter.
“Well, she’s wearing the rose necklace you gave her,” he said, clearly trying to make things better than they were. “It matches the nose ring and ear spreaders wonderfully.”
“Mother of God,” Rebecca mumbled under her breath and turned to go to the door. Unsure of anything, Cami just sat down on the couch and let the couple take over. This was no longer an afternoon tea. It was shock and awe.
“Hi, Aunt Becky,” the Goth young woman said, leaning over and kissing the Mistress on the cheek. She wrapped her arms around the big man and gave him a huge hug.
“Hi, Uncle Tom.”
Cami’s mouth dropped open with such force the small family in her entry way all turned around to see it.
“Cami, this is my niece, Bridget and my husband, Tom.”
“Pleased…um…pleased to meet you,” Cami said as her head exploded. She stared blankly until Tom walked over and sat beside her on the sofa.
“She has some unusual gifts, my wife. But you’ll discover she’s a real woman, with a real family—just like everyone else,” he smiled confidently. Cami nodded as she digested the actuality of it. Turning to him, she pasted on a social smile and resolved to just get through the rest of the day.
“And what do you do?” Cami asked.
“I do what she does,” he said without skipping a beat. “I’m a Master to some of the finest women in Washington, and sometimes we work together. It’s a family business.”
“Oh,” Cami’s voice dropped about three octaves. “That’s…wow…that’s nice.”
“Sweetheart, people are arriving,” Mistress Rebecca said, and Tom jumped to answer the door and facilitate his wife’s courtesy. Cami suddenly wished she’d taken Maralee’s earlier advice to skip the tea and go straight for the vodka.
Soon the room was full of some of Grafton’s best dressed and most nervous citizens. Cami was relieved when Tyler showed up and stayed by her side through the introductions. Beside the Mistress and her family sat Harold Jennings and Steve who was speaking to Bridget about her abuse at the hands of Eddie. Maralee fussed over Harold’s cufflinks and asked him questions about business law. A couple Cami had heard of her entire life but never dreamed she would meet arrived precisely at three.
“Jacqui, Winston, welcome,” Tom warmly greeted the couple and showed them into the living room while Rebecca poured two more cups of tea.
“Do you know who they are? Those are the Howells. Oh my God, they probably got a nosebleed they drove so far down the mountain to get here,” Cami gushed to Tyler. He nodded and walked over to the couple.
“Jacqui, you look beautiful. I’m happy to see you,” Tyler said, giving the pale red-haired woman a sweet hug. “Winston, I appreciate your presence.”
“I’m sorry about the reason,” Jacqui Howell replied softly. “I have missed you.”
Jealousy instantly made a bitter sting in the back of Cami’s throat when she remembered Tyler was also a rich man, and had very possibly dated or loved Jacqui in the past. She always thought of the Howell family as some mythical super creatures far above Grafton who descended only to give money to charity. But now they were flesh and blood, standing in her living room, and hugging her lover.
“How do you know her?” Cami hissed in his ear as soon as she could pull him away.
“Professionally,” Tyler answered, his usual tone-deafness keeping him from seeing his lover’s fury.
“Like how you know Mistress Rebecca professionally?” She glared and he got it.
“Oh my god, no!” he laughed. “Her father used to own the company that became Eddie’s. I worked with her father and brother before their deaths. Rumor is there was foul play involved and she was forced to sign everything over to Eddie’s father, but no one can prove anything other than she was left a very young woman with a broken heart.”
Cami nodded, satisfied with the answer. She also wondered how well Winston or Jacqui knew Mistress Rebecca or Master Tom, but that would have to wait.
When the din of polite conversation subsided, Mistress Rebecca found her place at the center of the circle and did what she did best—took charge.
“We are all here because of one man. Eddie Dunning. His path of abusive behavior has touched each of us. Quickly, let’s share why we are here and what we bring to the table.”
The adults all stared at the floor like boys at a high school dance, each waiting for someone else to make a move. Rebecca rolled her eyes and Tom picked up his cue.
“Jacqui, you start,” Tom said sternly. Mrs. Howell sat up straight as if she’d been pinched and then bowed her head, answering the Master immediately, while her reaction answered Cami’s other question in the process.
“Eddie Dunning killed my father, and stole my legacy,” she spoke clearly, though her voice hitched in the process. Mr. Howell opened his briefcase and placed a thick legal folder on the coffee table.
“We hired several investigators over the years. This is everything we found.” Winston opened the folder to show depositions, documents and a set of pictures of the young red-haired woman when the bloom was still on her rose, bent over a gazebo rail. Tyler looked away as the pictures went by. Cami wasn’t sure if it was out of respect for Jacqui, or the memories of her own shame he had in the envelope by his chair.
“I have no shortage of tales or knowledge about Eddie,” Harold spoke up. “But his latest act is the one that brings us into this solemn circle. He sold the property of the Wine Loft out from under us, and I don’t even know who bought it. But, there is no way we could pay what they would charge and keep the bar open. I was planning to quit working for him, but he has bankrupted us, and left me little choice but to stay. I will give a deposition on everything I know.”
“Eddie sent someone into my home who took pictures of private items. He then blackmailed my best friend with the pictures, and had the mortgage company foreclose on my store and home,” Maralee tossed the pictures of her diary and the arrow onto the table with the Howell’s folder.
“Where did you get those?” Cami roared. She never wanted Maralee to have to see those pictures.
“Howard gave them to me,” Maralee chirped as if she bought them at a local shop. Cami mouthed “Harold” toward her friend in hopes she’d pick up the clue.
“I took them,” Harold confessed to the group, shaking as Steve held his hand. “I am so, so sorry, Miss Snow.”
“I know, Howard.” Maralee replied gently, and kissed him on the cheek.
Tyler opened the envelope and spread the actual pictures of Cami across the table. She wanted the couch to open up and swallow her whole as the group stared at her sexual service on display. Only later did it dawn on her almost everyone in the room had been either wearing leather or taking it off at some point in their lives.
“I always considered his schemes to be part of business,” Tyler remarked. “But this crossed the line.”
Jacqui looked across the table at Cami, closed her eyes slowly, and opened them again. The used women were strangers, and sisters, in a moment.
Tom brought out a folder of his own, placing pictures of Bridget’s swollen bruised face and battered naked body on top of Cami’s.
“He fucked me so hard that he…” Bridget started when Mistress Rebecca put a hand on the young woman’s thigh stopping her in mid-stream.
“Don’t talk.” The Mistress commanded and the girl shut her mouth like a steel trap. She pointed at the pictures. “He abused a member of my family and I won’t have it.”
Reaching down, she collected the stack of evidence, each pile adding its own weight of damnation to the load.
“Alone, we don’t have enough. But together, we make quite a case. I will use this, and I will see justice done,” she said, resting the stack on her lap; the ugliness within contrasting drastically with her pink dress.
“Symbiosis!” Tyler blurted out of nowhere.
“What?”
“Dr. Sovich told me about it. The rats were experiencing some kind of symbiosis with the formula and it shrunk their brains or something. Symbiosis is when elements rely on each other to make a new element. Mutual…um….mutual….”
“Dependency,” Mistress Rebecca glared at him. Like her niece, his mouth closed with an audible snap.
“Besides Justice,” Tom added, placing his hand on his niece’s other thigh. Cami was sure it was much less cold than Rebecca’s grip. “We have also started to set things right.”
Each person sat down their cups or cookies and looked directly at Rebecca. There was more than one fearful face in the group.
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��Harold and Steve, meet your new landlord,” Mistress Rebecca pointed to Winston Howell.
“I bought it through a company. As of yet, Eddie doesn’t know it was me. And you, and The Wine Loft can stay there rent free as long as you like, if I can have a small favor.”
“You can have anything you want!” Steve jumped up, hugging Harold and smiling broadly. Harold had seen too many of Eddie’s “deals” to be so instantly accepting.
“What’s the favor?” Harold asked, hoping he didn’t sound ungrateful.
“My wife’s father, Robert, loved cooking as much as he loved business. I would like to open a restaurant in the space underneath The Wine Loft, and call it “Robert’s” in his name. I would also like Bridget to be the weekend manager, as I hear she is going to college in the day.”
Tom beamed with pride as he patted Bridget’s leg. She also sat straight up.
“Please, Steve. Please!” The girl cried.
“It’s a deal,” both men said, hugging each other. The Mistress turned to Maralee.
“As for you, Miss Snow, there is no need for anyone to help you. My friend with the World Bank advised me your loans were bought out two days ago by an international group and abruptly forgiven. You haven’t lost a thing.”
“What?” Maralee asked. She was the only person in the room who was meeting Rebecca for the first time, and couldn’t believe what just came out of the woman’s mouth. “How? What? WHAT? Tyler, if this was you, I told you I didn’t want your help! And no offense Mr. Howell, but I don’t want yours either. I won’t owe anyone.”
Mistress Rebecca sighed, showing her great disdain for going through details. “Actually, neither of them had anything to do with it, Miss Snow.”
“Who was it? You know too much about this deal. Did you do it?”
Tom and Bridget both laughed out loud at the mere suggestion. Rebecca rolled her eyes mercilessly.