The Mistress and the Mouse: Honeymoon Blues

by JJ Giles

  Of course, she could have been wrong about him, she thought. Those letters he e-mailed revisited her. There was a profound elegance in them, yet they depicted something vulgar, far beyond her sensibilities. Things she had never experienced and wasn’t sure she wanted to. She remembered the haunting chill his father left her with at times and shuddered. But it was him who was visiting this upon her, not his father, him who was with her now, even as the first little tremor of that phallus surged within her.

  Gently, he petted through her hair, his fingers raking it away from her face. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “So sweet. Your farm-girl innocence turns me on so bad I can hardly speak. You devastated me the day you told me you’ve seen it all, because, baby, you’re just a cute little coed flipping your ass around the high school campus, and I have a doctorate.”

  What the hell was he talking about? Yet the thought was stilled by the first little spark on her slit. An electrical sensation, maybe something chemical, and it seemed to shrink the skin by cauterizing it with a hot iron.

  “Brian and I had a very long talk this morning. He’s loves you so completely. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.”

  Where the hell was this going? “Like what?” mumbled through the bit.

  “How to love you,” he whispered. He felt the first little ember of fire in her rectum flare up. “To give to you what you so desperately need. To never, never go beyond the family for what you want, because we’re right here for you. Always, Honey.” His tongue thrust into her ear, because she would soon begin thrashing.

  She began to squirm, the heat rising to such a degree as to burn a little. But it wasn’t damage, only pain, though she didn’t know it yet. She hadn’t learned to trust him.

  A little panic set in to the feel of her interior beginning to burn. What was that stuff? Something chemical, definitely, but she couldn’t define it. Her breasts heated rapidly, felt as if lightning struck them, the pain incomprehensible. She began to writhe, unable to control herself. The more she moved, the more intensely the vibrator pulsed. Yet he held on to her, his arms locked like clamps around her.

  How subtle, the onset of this experience, and she snarled. To lie in his arms and then only to feel this passion, this heat she wanted so desperately, rise up. But it continued to rise, contract her skin so taut it felt as if it might shrink away from her body, be burned away, and her muffled sobs filled the room.

  “Stay with me, baby,” he growled. His penis, still buried deep within her, responded like any member to the violent contractions inside. The insoluble heat, as if Hell’s very essence seethed within her, and he clutched even tighter, she a baby bull in his arms.

  Wildly, she began to buck, to throw him off her so that she might somehow escape this torture. “Stay with me, Morgan. I’m here with you.” He forced her to her stomach and lay on her, holding her down, letting the heat, the chemicals, the holy passion of her desire for him create the friction.

  She began to sob, so had the pain rent her very soul. Her breasts were about to explode, the fire searing through them, broiling them with incomprehensible flame. She wriggled away but he only moved effortlessly with her.

  “I’m here with you, baby. Ride it out for me. I want this for you. I want this for us. I want you to know how much I love you. I would do anything for you.” In a pant, his hands slid under her body to crush her nipples in his zeal to possess her.

  Do what, you son of a bitch? was a thought barely formed.

  She lurched and writhed uncontrollably, the energy within her now spilling out in choked sobs. He checked the clock again. Only another few minutes of this sizzling inside of her before it would burn out, sputter into vapor and then disappear like fireworks. He had only to raise his hips a little and drive deep into her intestines. She veritably throbbed for him, contracted even tighter and he shuddered violently with a well-deserved orgasm.

  Yet he lay within her and held to her dearly as the fire began to dwindle. Her breath came in uneven gasps. He tore the gag from her mouth, certain she had more control of herself now. Certain that she could be confident that if she couldn’t control herself, he could.

  Her muffled sobs gave way to a quiet crying.

  “Ah, that’s beautiful,” he whispered. His lips stroked her cheek licking her fever away.

  “Master,” she gasped. The fire quickly burnt out to leave only a permeating numbness. Oh, what was it? she wondered. Every nerve in her body had been stimulated beyond her capacity to comprehend it. First with the numbing cold, then came the searing heat to dwindle into this tingling numbness, nothingness. She choked to think it was possible to traverse the entire range of stimulation in such a short span of time. The sudden sensation that she was empty now rose to choke her wholly even as he lay on her back.

  “I’m here with you,” he insisted. “I’ll always be with you. Don’t ever underestimate me again.”

  “No.” The thought that she was empty, that even her heart was stilled frightened her.

  “You’re okay, Morgan,” he said softly. “Numb, I know. This, too, shall pass and we’ll still be together. You and me, you and Brian, Brian and me.

  But she couldn’t feel even the rise of her chest to draw breath.

  He rolled away from her. “You’re okay, baby. You’re mine. Brian is mine in a way I could have never dared hoped for. Every bit as beautiful as you. So capable of things I never dared dream of.”

  She only studied him, unable to speak, to protest, to offer anything at all. She was stunned, so wholly devoured by him now without having been destroyed. It was an experience filled with the fear of losing herself, of dying, of living beyond it even, and yet here she was, so wrapped in his arms. So comfortable and loved.

  How did he do that? She wanted to ask, yet her voice would sound profane. Tears welled in her eyes to feel so insignificant yet to truly have his undivided attention, to be his inspiration. She cowered before him, lay wrapped in his arms and wept.

  “Incredible, huh?” His eyes flared a little. “Yes...incredible. You see I used to own a laboratory with a few mad scientists slaving away inside of it. Flagellation is for sissies. A physical experience. I want your heart. I want your very soul.”

  Breathing quietly through her mouth, she nodded. “Has...Brian...experienced this?”

  “You really have to get over this. Where I take Brian is not your concern.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I just, uhh...” Yet she understood so much more about this family now and had seen the damage first hand. What really concerned her was Brian and what he had suffered, the evidence in his sometimes-twisted emotional state.

  “In a letter I wrote before I ever met you, I told you I was going to seize you. Do you recall?”

  “Yes.”

  “You wanted that, didn’t you?”

  She closed her eyes on him, ashamed of the answer.

  “Didn’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Brian is as capable as I in a different way. But you never trusted him entirely, either. You’ve never really trusted anyone or anything. It saves getting hurt, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she said coldly.

  “It’s alright. I understand. But now you understand we’re not going to damage you,” he insisted.

  It was as if he’d tore her beating heart out of her chest and restarted it anew. “When did you realize I’m not as tough as I’d like you to think?”

  “Ohh...the day I met you. When you demanded to get my wife involved. That you cover every move you make at every turn. But nobody can take you from me now. You know that?”

  “Yes. I hate feeling vulnerable.”

  “I know you do. Unfortunately, the worst of it is you don’t trust yourself. Now you don’t have to. You can trust me to not let you kill my son.”

  Her tethered hands folded in front of her and laid against his chest. She felt a terrible need rise up and choke her. To think
she would ever have to exist without him sent her heart into a fury of fear. Without thinking, she convulsed and cried. “I need you.”

  “I know you do. I need you. No one has ever loved me like you do. If it wasn’t for my son’s love of you, you would be my wife. I don’t take no for an answer.

  “But this works just as well for me. And on days you have nothing scheduled with your clients, you’re going to be sitting under my desk, naked, my feet in your lap, my dick in your mouth...”

  “Back to the company prostitute thing?”

  “I’m expecting it will require me and Brian and Cherry to keep your libido satisfied. And I understand Dan and Caroline Gregory will be visiting quite often.”

  To that, she pushed away a little and only rolled her eyes.

  “I understand she’s a knock-out.”

  “She’s got that sweet little fuzzy bunny thing going.”

  “Cool. I love submissives, you know. I’ll warn you now, I may want to see Brian and Caroline engaged and you will submit to that or be punished very severely.”

  “Does it matter what I want?”

  “Not when I’m around.” Softly, he stroked through her hair. “The truth is you need a little work, baby. A little jealousy is healthy, but too much is very, very bad. I’m going to train you. The point is we’re just going to enjoy being alive now. Nobody is going to leave you and nobody is going to take you away.”

  She peered into his dark eyes. The horror she had lived with so long revisited her but not as deeply as it once did. “You can’t know what you’ve done for me,” she whispered. “To think that I was gonna rot in prison, sitting around wondering who Brian found to replace me...”

  “Honey, you can’t be replaced. I know my son has some serious emotional problems, and he always will. You can’t know what it was like for me to take my seven-year-old second grader to a shrink every other day because he watched his grandfather damn near kill his sister. Or that we were both going after he walked into his mother’s apartment and saw what she was doing with his grandfather’s dead body. Brian doesn’t have real memories of these events like I do; they were too traumatic. But they’ve left him with some fucked-up impressions that will haunt him the rest of his life. When he left me, he had all the emotional maturity of a sixteen-year-old. When he came back, I believed at first that nothing had changed for him, but I was wrong. Things had changed dramatically for Brian and he was just very, very angry that day.”

  “So this is just normal life for him, that his wife should be playing with his father?”

  “Yeah. It’s not that he doesn’t love you desperately or need you or want you. It’s just that it’s making him feel like everything’s right in the world. And because I’ve accepted his gift...of you...he feels all the more loved and accepted by me. The way he presented that gift was kinda fucked up.”

  Her face darkened. “Did he stay away from his family for ten years because I’m a prostitute?”

  Carefully, he enfolded her into his arms and held her. “The truth is, yes.”

  “Damnit, I knew he was ashamed of me.”

  “No, you’ve got it wrong there. It’s only because I have been so unforgiving to the individual members of the family and how they present themselves to the world. When they’re all out there whoring around, it makes it that much harder to do business. Any little blip in the press about something that seems immoral becomes a huge hurdle to cross. So it’s not so much that you were once a prostitute, but Brian’s perception that I would come unglued about it and forbid him to have you.”

  A little quieter now, regaining some sensation in her body, she nuzzled closer to him. “Does he realize how deep my love is for you?”

  He pushed her away to peer into her vivid green eyes a moment. “I don’t think so. But I do. Therefore, what goes on between you and me has to remain quite private. Ergo, what goes on between me and Brian has to remain private.”

  “Ohhh...God.” She finally understood. It struck like a fireball hurled out of the sky. “It would devastate him, wouldn’t it? To think that I could love you as much as him for very different reasons. Oh God, I’m sorry. I’m very sorry. Her only desire was to keep Brian happy and content, feeling loved and cherished, as much as she wanted Jerry to feel the same.

  “As far as his thinking goes, I love you the same as all of my submissives and no more.”

  “Right. It would devastate him to know the truth. Damn, I don’t want to hurt him.”

  “We’re not going to hurt him, baby. But you will be his wife, and that means something more to him than it ever did to me. And the truth is you love him desperately.”

  “I absolutely do.”

  “And now that I know you the way I do, I think your jealousy stems more from a need to protect him, doesn’t it? Brian seems a little fragile and flighty at times.”

  “I never thought of it that way.”

  “And you keep a leash on him so he doesn’t wander off into someone else’s yard where he could get hurt, or let him get lost in his own emotional turmoil.”

  Laughing a little, she sat up now. “I never thought of it like that. I always thought he was so hopelessly submissive, some of those bitches would be happy to hurt him.”

  “Don’t let him fool you. He is that hopelessly submissive. I don’t think he could discipline someone unless he was told to do it. Or unless it would turn you on. He just doesn’t have that in him. But I also understand that you were instrumental in keeping him away from his family. What little he talked to you about us wasn’t terribly positive, was it?”

  “No, it wasn’t.”

  “And you didn’t encourage any kind of reconciliation in an effort to protect him.”

  “No, I didn’t. Some people are better apart, family or not. And truthfully...had I met you only as his father, I probably would have been very, very suspicious of you considering the things he told me about you. Considering the things I knew about your father.”

  “You’re still suspicious, Morgan. I need you to trust me to do what’s right by Brian.”

  How terribly true that was.

  “He loves you truly and I see now it wasn’t so much about that Genlabs thing. That was more of a convenient excuse. It was that he found out you’re not his father.”

  “I know, baby. If only I had known that hateful witch had done that that day...”

  Her expression darkened as she peered into him. “But I do love you, you know.”

  “We have a lot in common.” He stroked her cheek. “But quit worrying so much. You’ve spent so much of your life worrying about if you’re doing the right thing by the people around you. Worrying if you’re screwing up your clients or helping them. This is your family now and you can quit worrying. You’re allowed to just enjoy life, too.”

  Enjoy life! What a foreign concept. An almost uncomfortable concept. To no longer endure the self-inflicted punishment her past actions required. With that, she burst into tears again and fell against him again.

  “You have an uncanny ability, probably a psychic ability, to know what happened to people and try to heal them. From now on, that’s just work and home is home.”

  Chapter Eight

  It required hours of mindless frustration for Morgan to realize that she wasn’t going to be allowed any gratification any time soon. The tension in her body was hopeless. The ache in her stultifying. Even though Brian and Jerry both handled her shamelessly, their hands constantly on her, they refused her desire. Even as they watched the interview together, she draped over their laps, her breasts in Jerry’s hands, her clit the victim of Brian, she could do nothing but lie still, let them stroke and pet, while she was bound and gagged.

  “Excellent,” Jerry exclaimed as the closing credits of the interview rolled.

  “I think so,” Brian offered proudly. “So I guess everything you have planned has worked out?”

  “We’ll see. Bachelor party tomorrow night.”

  “I really appreciate that. It’s b
een so long since I’ve seen those guys.”

  Chapter Nine

  The closing credits of the only interview Jerry Abernathy had done in years rolled as the yacht rode the surface of the Mediterranean Sea. “He’s a fucking asshole,” Cheryl Abernathy announced. She rolled over into her lover’s arms.

  But Jacques was curiously stiff and uninterested.

  “What’s the matter?” Her hand rode down his abdomen and went for his penis.

  “Chere!” Without hesitation, he turned on a light and jumped out of bed.

  “What the hell’s the matter with you?”

  His thin, narrow body shook with rage. He picked up the phone. “Return us to port immediately.”

  The diesel engines rumbled below and the boat shivered to regain its composure. Only a moment later, Cheryl could feel it being steered in a different direction.

  “What the fuck is the matter with you?” She leapt out of the bed and advanced on him.

  “Prostitute? You fucking whore, I can’t have the world know what I’m doing here. Your ex-brother-in-law just told the world that you’re a prostitute working in France on a cruise line. How long do you think it will be before the authorities start checking into this?”

  “Screw them!”

  Indignantly, he huffed. For years the authorities had taken his bribes and allowed his business to remain his business. After all, those visitors spent a lot of money here. But that wouldn’t last long if it were common knowledge. “Get out!”

  Utterly confused, she folded her arms over her middle. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Get out! Get the hell out of here. Go get your things right now and get out of here.”

  “You can’t be serious!”

  Without hesitation, he advanced and grabbed her shoulders. With incredible rage, he shook her violently. “Get your things and go topside. You’re fired.”

  “What do you mean, I’m fired? I own half of this operation.”