by Emma Rose
“I am not a charity,” the dominatrix responded with a sandpaper tongue. “My friend at the Department of Corrections informed me Andrew Sovich has made three phone calls during his incarceration. One to Bennington Pharmaceuticals, one to a Ukrainian banker, and one to Tyler. I suggest you’ll find your answer in the Ukraine.”
“You seem to have a lot of friends,” Maralee shot at the Mistress.
“You have no idea,” Rebecca replied curtly. Tom and Bridget giggled again.
“He talked to you, Tyler? What did he say? How did he sound?” Maralee looked over to see if Tyler had any answers for her heart and not just her pocketbook.
“He’s fine. I can’t tell you what we spoke about. I can just say that if we can get him out of jail before the conference, I can sell to Bennington and people can keep their jobs.”
Cami rubbed her hand across Tyler’s shoulder. She couldn’t imagine what losing his uncle’s company was doing to his soul.
“That’s where we hit a problem. I can’t get Sovich out,” Mistress Rebecca said.
“She’s tried,” Tom came to her support. “She’s called half the State Department.”
“I know the feeling,” Maralee huffed, finding some common ground. “He can be released if he is getting married to a US Citizen. But when I tried to say I was going to marry him I had to show our marriage appointment with a judge. I called everywhere in DC and Maryland. Because of the new gay marriage laws, there isn’t an open appointment for us to get married for eight months. So we have to wait.”
“You can have ours,” Harold and Steve said at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed. “Our ceremony is next week, remember? We can wait. Take our appointment slip to the judge and get hitched.”
“You shouldn’t do that,” Maralee scolded. “Howard, you told me you’ve waited to marry Steve for your whole adult life.”
“Marrying Steve will make me the happiest man in the world,” Harold affirmed. “But, watching Eddie Dunning’s face when Sovich walks into that conference with Tyler and the guy from Bennington will be even better!”
“I’d like to see that myself,” Jacqui chuckled. Cami leaned over the table and met her eye to eye.
“I’ll have your tickets to the conference banquet in the mail tomorrow,” she said.
Rebecca took one final drink of tea from her cup, and sat it down on the china plate with a distinct clink, causing everyone in the room to look up. “This has been a lovely afternoon. But Tom and I have an appointment, so you will all have to go.”
Abruptly, like disciplined soldiers the group rose and one by one thanked the dominatrix and headed out the door. Tyler told Cami he would help her clean up, but she said that he should probably follow the orders of his Mistress and leave. Truth be told, Cami wondered if she was supposed to leave her own house as well.
“Tyler, where are you going?” Rebecca called as he reached for the doorknob.
“I was leaving as you requested, Mistress,” Tyler replied obediently.
Tom came back from the car where he had taken the stack of evidence produced during the meeting and placed her riding crop in her hand. Cami noticed he had taken off his jacket and tie as well. She felt her knees buckle when she realized Tom was rolling up his sleeves.
“Don’t be an idiot,” the Mistress said to forlorn Tyler. “Our appointment is with you two.”
***
Pulling the shades and dimming the lights, Mistress Rebecca stood perfectly still as Master Tom unzipped her dress and took it off of her, gently laying it across the back of one of Cami’s chairs. What no one would have guessed was that underneath her modest pink attire had been a white corset all along.
“You are so beautiful in white,” Tom remarked, kissing her shoulders. Cami and Tyler stood side by side too afraid to do anything but stare at the couple as they transformed from social butterflies into stinging bees.
“How long have you been married?” Cami asked, mostly to fill the room with some kind of noise as a way of easing her own nerves.
Mistress Rebecca turned and unbuttoned Tom’s shirt, changing about half-way through from using her hands to using her mouth. She giggled as she hit the occasional snare but continued as Tom addressed the question.
“We’ve been together almost 20 years, married for 14. We met in college. I was majoring in statistics and Rebecca had a double major in economics and global finance. By the time we graduated she already had a solid financial foundation for us to develop our other talents.”
“Enough chatter,” Mistress Rebecca said, pulling off Tom’s shirt to show his muscular chest, the skin glowing with the same healthy tan as his arms, hands, and perfectly chiseled jaw. “We aren’t here to get our shit together. We are here to get yours.”
Tyler chuckled at the droll way she described their situation.
“Did you know about this?” Cami whispered.
“No, did you?” Tyler answered back, each one shaking a bit as Tom poked around in a bag he brought in from the car.
“If you can’t be quiet, I guess we will have to give you the silent treatment,” Tom said, in a stern yet oddly jovial tone. Tyler stepped away from Cami thinking it would save him. He was wrong. Tom pulled out a large silver roll of duct tape and ripped off a good sized portion. Walking up to Cami, he leaned over and kissed her deeply. She fell into him, opening her mouth and hoping the kiss would never stop. However, the moment she pulled back for some air, the duct tape sealed her mouth.
Tom approached Tyler with the roll and watched as he nervously moved backwards.
“You don’t have to kiss me,” Tyler said, taking the tape from Tom’s hands and putting it over his own mouth.
“You’re right about him, honey.” Tom laughed. “He’s precious.”
“I told you,” she laughed in a throaty sexual way. Walking over to Cami she ran her fingers through the ample woman’s hair. Just as Cami was about to relax at the gentle touch, the world went black. Tom had circled behind her, placing the blindfold across her eyes with an expert’s touch.
“Hold out your hands, dear,” Tom said and both Cami and Tyler obeyed.
CRACK! Cami heard the sound of the riding crop connect with Tyler’s flesh and a stunned grunt emerge from behind the duct tape. “Just Cami,” the Mistress intoned. Cami couldn’t see her, but she was sure Rebecca had rolled her eyes.
Cami kept her hands in front of her, even after she felt the cold metal handcuffs clinch each wrist. Sightless and bound, she was led to the bedroom door. Using some rope, Tom quickly rigged a set up where Cami’s arms were raised high over her head.
“Tom, you deal with her. Tyler, you come with me,” Mistress Rebecca commanded.
“Yeph, Mimmfphress,” Tyler said through the duct tape.
Tom leaned over and spoke in Cami’s ear. “He really is precious.”
Cami nodded emphatically. Even in her frightened, aroused state she realized she loved the man. That’s probably what made her jump when she heard the crop coming down over and over, and his screams behind the tape.
Tom put his hands on her shoulders quieting her with gentle shhhh sounds. Reaching around her from behind, he unbuttoned her blouse, then took off her bra. Cami once thought there was no better feeling in the world than when her bra came off. But the feeling of Tom’s hand holding her right breast and pinching her nipple as he removed the constricting device now took the top spot. Her skirt and hose came off as easily until she was stretching against the door, naked and wet.
She strained to see if she could hear what was happening to Tyler, but the guest bedroom door had been closed and she was in a world all her own.
She felt Tom’s rough fingers touch her from ankle to ass. When his hand went between her cheeks and ran up her crack she tried to move away. It was silly of course. She was tied with her hands in the air, blindfolded and gagged. Where did she think she would go?
Tom’s hands went over the whole of her body, rubbing and pinching her. Eventually s
he could feel his body, somehow naked, resting against her from behind. His warmth added to her own. The fear melted away as her nipples grew erect and her core started to moisten. His hands went across her stomach, causing a reflex jerk, and ended up at her wanting clit. He played with that hot button for a while, gently pushing in hard and strong circles. His hands were skilled. Her arousal grew fast. She could feel his fingers entering her, but then they withdrew and he backed away from her.
SLAP! A slight sting ran across her buttocks, then another slap came from the opposite direction. He was whipping her with a soft leather flogger, hitting her softly it was almost teasing. He kept going for a while as her ass warmed up a bit. Then he started to hit harder, and harder—the rough stings becoming more than she could handle. She swung on the door, kicking her legs and trying to dodge the hits. He hit her in other places besides her bottom, the leather coiled around her breasts, her pussy, and her calves. Sweat poured down her forehead until the punishment ended just as quickly as it began.
She felt his fingers again. This time she was highly excited. The warm circles on her clit draining the pain from her lash marks and turning them into passion. Then his mouth began to bath her body in attention. He licked and kissed her from top to bottom, his tongue diving in her most private places. More than once she felt him bite her, the pain exquisite. Then he stroked her clit again, his fingers pumping in and out of her channel.
Cami felt his naked body pressed against her, his firm erection poking her from behind. She hated that she was blindfolded and prayed he would remove it when this was all done so she could see the gorgeous member that was tormenting her now.
Roughly, he pushed her head forward then grabbed her hips, pulling her body back and her ass up. He slid inside her, opening her easily. Stabbing up, he wasted no time, pummeling her with his penis. His hands on her hips, he squeezed her flesh as the smacks from his own body brought fresh pain from her lash marks. She tried to be stoic at first, but soon she was howling in her gag, not from pain, but from desire. This man knew every trick, every button, and every move to bring her to the edge of reason and push her over the cliff of passion.
She felt her orgasm building inside her, every muscle tense, her breath ragged and halting.
“Oh, Master,” Cami gasped as she shook uncontrollably. She heard a growl let out in the open air and felt him jab her as he starting twitching and spurting his semen in her body. His release was the last straw. She screamed behind her gag, then a hand mercilessly pulled the duct tape from off her lips. Her voice rose in the air.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she said again and again as her orgasm left her trembling and weak. His hand went up and released the ropes holding her arms. The minute the tension let go, she collapsed. He wrapped his arms around her holding her up as he encircled her breasts with his hands.
“Bravo,” Mistress Rebecca’s voice resounded from somewhere in the back of the bedroom.
“Well done,” Tom said, also from the back. “Well done.”
Cami raised her cuffed hands and pushed the blindfold off. Looking down she realized the fingers laced across her naked whipped breasts were not thick and tan, but pale and tapered. She turned quickly, her eyes wide and her mouth open. It was Tyler who held her, Tyler who fucked her and Tyler who drove her wild. It was Tyler she loved, and Cami knew it.
“But, you…” Cami looked over to see Tom reclining on her bed, holding Mistress Rebecca in his arms. The two smiling between nuzzles and kisses of their own.
“We did the whipping,” Tom explained as Cami looked to see the lash marks on Tyler’s chest as well as her own. “But the rest was all you.”
“I think our work today is done,” Mistress Rebecca stood and stretched, walking out leaving Tom to pick up her things and follow behind. She reached out with her crop, running it under Tyler’s chin. “I’ll call you.”
***
The loud blaring horn sounded while Maralee winced. More bars clanged and radios beeped in response. Finally, Andrew Sovich appeared through the doorway. They had let him change out of the orange jumpsuit into some clothes Maralee had brought, yet they hung off him like they belonged to another man.
“Goddess, the noise here,” Maralee complained then threw herself in Andrew’s arms. He smiled and went along with her charade, having no idea what was happening. “I’ll be so glad when we are home, darling.”
“Yes! Sweetheart. Yes.” He stammered, trying to make some kind of eye contact to find out who they were trying to fool—the guards, or themselves.
“Look at you! I think you’ve lost 20 pounds. We will have to have your tux altered and our wedding is less than a week away.” She hugged him again, kissing him on the ear and whispering, “Work with me.”
“Oh, Da. It is that soon?” Sovich was definitely in the running for worst actor of the decade. Yet, none of the guards could have cared less. They had orders to release him to his fiancée, and they did. Maralee took him by the hand and led him out of the facility into her waiting car. Following Tyler’s advice, she motioned for him not to talk until they were away from the detention center and walking around a rest stop off I-95.
“Tyler said to watch out for bugs,” she explained once they got out of the car.
“He was right. Bugs can be anywhere,” Sovich nodded his approval. “So, will they be at our wedding?”
Maralee laughed and placed her head on the big man’s arm. “I’m sorry about this. It was the only way to get you out. If we marry, you can get citizenship. You can stay and work. You’ll be safe.”
“I understand. I need you to understand. You are a daughter to me. I do not feel any way for you other than a very loving, proud Papa.”
“I know. That’s everything I need from you,” Maralee affirmed. But, the Feds—they are going to need a little bit more.”
“What?”
“They will be watching us to make sure we are ‘really most sincerely married.’ They will expect us to live together, hold hands, and act like a couple. I’m sorry, Andrew, but we will have to pretend.”
“Do not you worry,” the doctor said, wrapping the little priestess up in his arms. “I can do pretend. Since the day my Katya died I was pretending to be alive. But I was dead inside. Now I have you, my Maralee. Now, I am really alive. So, I can still pretend.”
“We need to talk about my loan, Andrew,” Maralee said in a stern voice. At first Dr. Sovich wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince people she was a naggy wife, or if she really was mad. “I told you I didn’t want your money. I told you I didn’t want to owe anyone. Yet, you paid off my loans and there is nothing I can do.”
“You must accept my payment and be thankful. It would be rude for you not to take it.”
“Rude?” The witch asked, unsure of the sly smile he wore.
“After all, my love,” he spoke the words robotically, but she was sure he would get used to them. “It is my wedding present.”
They walked hand and hand back to her car and he slept in the front seat while she chatted loudly about their upcoming wedding, just in case there were bugs around. In his sleep, Dr. Sovich saw Adriana holding Katya in his cell that night. He knew she would approve.
***
“Shame you had to cancel your wedding,” Eddie Dunning said, straightening his tux and poking at the meal he generously referred to as “rubber chicken” that they always served at the annual pharmacy convention opening banquet. There wasn’t much on the docket this week Eddie planned to attend. But, the banquet was where all the big news came out, and there was news this year he didn’t want to miss.
“Well, with you selling The Wine Loft land and us trying to make enough to keep things open, it just wasn’t a good time,” Harold replied. He promised the others he would go along with the plan, and so instead of sitting at the Dyes Industries table where everyone he enjoyed was dining, Harold and Steve sat with the Board and CEO of Dunning Research Group, all eating in joyless unison.
“No hard feelings,
huh guys,” Eddie tossed out flippantly. “My little gambit with Ty Ty cost me a pretty penny and I had to unload the land. But, tonight all the fruit of our labor will come to bear. He might sit over there like King Shit, but once they announce Dyes has been bought out by Bennington for a song, he’ll be ruined in this town.”
“No hard feelings,” Steve mumbled, holding up his wine glass as if to toast the moment. He too looked across the room at the lively discussion happening at Tyler’s table.
Eddie turned to see Cami and Tyler telling some kind of animated story while Maralee and Dr. Sovich laughed heartily. He couldn’t figure out why the Howells were at the event. He’d never seen them at a convention before and decided they probably gave some kind of scholarship or endowment. It was the first time he’d seen Jacqui Howell in years and she looked as luscious as she did at 19.
“Old money and older money,” Eddie mumbled. “That whole table probably smells like Russian onions and mold.”
“Probably,” Harold agreed, playing his part perfectly.
Eddie grew more restless as the evening went on. Speeches, awards, endowments all paraded across the stage. The only mention Dunning Research Group had for the calendar year was a reminder that patents need to be original and new when they are turned in for approval. The clucking mention of Eddie’s “mistake” when he turned in the used formula Cami gave him drew scorn from his Board of Directors and embarrassed him greatly.
Finally, Eddie saw an aide tap Tyler and Dr. Sovich on the shoulder and direct them to the stage. “This is it,” he told his table. “This is the moment Dunning Research Group puts their competition to bed.”
“And now for our last award of the night,” the speaker said. “We would like to announce the “Innovation and Partnership Award for this year. When Dyes Industries’ cure for the common cold failed to make it to human trials, there was the potential for catastrophic loss.”
“No kidding,” Eddie elbowed Harold. “Tyler Bach lost his stuffed shirt!”
“But thanks to the innovative work of Dr. Andrew Sovich, a man you’ve seen honored here before, the formula that failed to cure the cold was discovered to be a much more powerful agent. Creating a symbiotic bond with the tissue of rats, the formula caused the cranial tissue to shrink. This development is now being explored as a possible drug to shrink inoperable tumors in cancer patients.”