Mr. Page was leaning back again, eyes closed. “Go on: you opened your mouth; you sucked his cock.”
“Yes, Sir. He held my head up with two hands and fucked my face. You’ve seen him do it before, Sir. It gets you off, seeing me with him, more than seeing me with anyone else.”
“Yes, Julia.”
“Why is that, Sir?”
“Play with your pussy,” said Mr. Page, “and go on with your story.”
Julia was already lying down with her hand on herself. She moved her hand and said, “He followed his program, Sir. He moved to the back of me and thrust into my pussy. He made me feel unclean, the way he always does. But when he wasn’t blocking my view anymore, I could see Emily on her knees in front of Frederick, and he was ramming into her mouth the way Teddy had just done—but Sir, it’s so different when there’s love in it.”
“Don’t be so sure that Teddy doesn’t love you, in his own way.”
“I don’t want anyone’s love but yours, Sir. Emily’s mouth was wide open around Frederick’s cock, and every thrust jolted her head and her whole body, and she was gazing up at him with this look in her eyes—”
“I know that look,” said Mr. Page.
“Yes, Sir. She looked like she felt exactly what I feel for you. That’s why I know they’re going to be all right.
“Teddy pulled out of my pussy and shoved into my ass, Sir, and I hardly cared about the pain, or the way he was muttering insults as he fucked me. Frederick had Emily on her shoulders and knees, holding her head down with a hand in her hair and taking her from behind. Her cheek was scrubbing the floor; her mouth was open a little, eyes seeing something very far off . . . it was beautiful, Sir.”
“Come here, Julia,” said Mr. Page. She stalked to him on hands and knees as she continued her story.
“Teddy rushed around me, pumping himself frantically,” she said, undoing Mr. Page’s belt with slender fingers. “He got to me just in time to lift my head by the hair and gush into my face. He came a lot, Sir, and it got everywhere.” Julia unzipped Mr. Page’s trousers and reached in to take him in her hand. “And then he let my head drop and walked away. Has he ever had a sub of his own, Sir? It’s hard to imagine anyone putting up with that kind of behavior for long.”
“He’s had only short-term relationships since I’ve known him.”
Julia pulled Mr. Page’s cock out and licked him up and down. Her lips brushed his frenum as she continued.
“I felt abandoned, Sir, like nobody loved me or cared about me: I was sure they’d leave me in the stocks overnight. I was crying, Sir, nose running, tears mingling with the semen on my cheeks. You seemed so far away: I had no idea how I’d ever get back home to you.
“In front of me, Frederick was fucking Emily’s ass, sometimes caressing and sometimes slapping her, and she was making little gasping moans and stroking herself. The longer I watched, Sir, the more I was convinced of her happiness. Soon I was weeping with joy instead of misery, and when Emily came with a series of shrieks, I felt almost like it was me coming.
“Frederick came with a shudder and Emily collapsed onto the floor. He sat beside her and petted her neck and shoulders.
“‘He loves her,’ said Amanda, who was sitting on the floor beside the stocks.
“‘And you love her, too.’
“‘Yes.’
“Amanda got to her knees and kissed me. Then she licked my face. I know it was mainly the semen she was after, and maybe my tears too, and it was shocking, but it was sweet and caring too. She worked on me patiently till she’d gotten it all, and my face was clean except for her saliva and the smudged remains of my makeup. And Mr. Page, I am so in love with you!”
Julia’s lips slid over the smooth head of Mr. Page’s cock, and she slowly, slowly took him in, wanting to draw out his pleasure in seeing his shaft disappear between her pale pink lips. When her nose was flattened against him, she raised her head faster till her lips were just kissing the end. She squeezed out a clear slippery drop, which she licked up, and went down again, slowly, but faster with every stroke, enjoying the way his hand rested on her head, controlling without forcing her—he shouldn’t exert himself too much—till she got to her feet and bent over between his legs so she could drive him deeper into her and choke on him.
She didn’t slow down when she felt his body tense and knew his orgasm was on the way, and not when she felt his thighs move under her hands. It was only when she knew for sure the time had come that she went down on him as far as she could, lips disappearing into his fly, and let him pump his load deep inside her, his breath coming hard, his orgasm so long—four weeks of semen saved up for this moment. It filled her mouth, gushed up into her sinuses, and dripped from her nose.
She held him on her tongue and felt his semen ooze from the back of her mouth to pool behind her lips. She slowly lowered her bottom till she was squatting, his cock still in her, and then sat back, careful not to lose anything as he left her mouth. She looked up at him and saw that he was watching, interested as always. She had to look a sight with that milky, viscous rope dangling from one nostril, and he would know how her sinuses burned—that was her gift to him. She smiled at him, heart swelling, and swallowed his semen, hating and loving it, as she’d done hundreds of times in the nearly three years of their love.
“Come sit in my lap,” said Mr. Page, and Julia climbed into his lap. He put one arm around her waist; with a fingertip of his free hand he took the strand of semen from her nose and fed it to her.
“Tell,” he said.
Julia put her arms around Mr. Page’s neck and whispered her story in his ear. “I asked Amanda, ‘what will happen if she moves in with him?’
“She said, ‘I can’t go with her. I make her life too complicated. But it’s okay. Karen will take care of me, and Emily won’t leave me, not really.’ Her manner was matter-of-fact as she said this: she was stating simple truths.
“We watched Emily and Frederick cuddle: she was sitting in his lap, the way I’m in yours now, and they were absorbed in each other.
“Karen took Amanda away, and I was alone in the stocks. I wasn’t really watching anymore, but thinking about you and me. Our games, Sir: I play at being a slut, a person you can’t possibly love; I play at being abandoned. They’re the things I’m most afraid of, being unloved and abandoned.”
“We all play with the things we most fear and desire, Julia.”
“What is that for you, Mr. Page?”
“You already know.”
Julia kissed him and said, “Tell me anyway, Sir.”
“Being a beast,” he said softly, “driven entirely by appetite, incapable of love. Being unworthy of you.”
They sat quietly for a long time. At last Mr. Page said, “Is there anything more to tell?”
“Not much, Sir. Eventually they released me from the stocks, and most of the guests left. Karen and Daniel invited Frederick to spend the night, and he and Emily went to bed. Amanda and I took turns showering, and we made a big bed for the two of us in the slave quarters.”
“Did you make love?” asked Mr. Page.
“You know the answer, Sir. You’re the real author of this whole story: try telling the end.”
“You were both exhausted,” he said, “but neither of you had had orgasms despite all that sex. So of course you made love. Am I right so far?”
“Yes, Sir,” Julia sighed.
“You wondered what she and Karen had done together, but you didn’t ask. You didn’t want to know.”
“I didn’t want to know, Sir, but I did ask, and she told me.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“I’d rather not, Sir.”
“It’s just as well. You kissed her.”
“Yes, Sir. She was clean. Only the idea was left.”
“Ideas are powerful things. Was it difficult?”
“It was very difficult, Sir, but she needed to be kissed, and I needed to kiss her—so I could tell you about it later.”
Julia Page sat in her husband’s lap until he fell asleep, then lifted herself up very carefully so as not to wake him, dressed, and sat in a chair watching him and thinking. She would try to publish “Little Girl Lost.” She had more confidence in the story than in herself as judge of it—but Emily had praised it before she’d stopped hating its author.
Emily was right about it being too dark and sad. Julia decided to relent, at least a little. She’d revise it to let the girl’s mother live, and she’d allow them to hope—just enough to give them strength to go on.
Julia glanced up at Mr. Page, who was still napping in his chair. His color was good, his breathing deep and regular. She would sit with him till he woke up, waiting patiently: they had plenty of time.
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Thanks for reading to the end of this little book! If you enjoyed these two novellas and you think others might like them, the best way to help readers find them is to leave a review or comment on the website where you got them. Watch out, too, for Julia Unbound, the next installment in the “Manhattan Kink” series.
About the Author
Serafina Conti has been writing and publishing for most of her life, and she’s been writing erotic fiction for three years. Her specialties are dark romance, raw humor, horror, and adaptations of ancient stories. She lives in the Northeastern United States with her husband Daniel and a tank of tropical fish.
Other Books by Serafina Conti
The Abduction of Aria
A troubled twenty-three-year-old is kidnapped on her way to a rave, hauled across the country in bonds, and delivered to a remote desert shack to be a sex toy for a mysterious millionaire. As the true horror of her situation becomes clear to her, she finds herself developing feelings for her captor. Can love bloom in this parched wasteland?
The Polyerotic Reader
A collection of three novellas and four short stories, each featuring at least one group sex scene, the number of participants ranging from three to twenty-two. Most of these pieces are lighthearted, and some are even romantic; but beware! some are dark and disturbing. Things can so easily get out of hand when a woman finds herself alone with a roomful of hungry men.
Olivia and Owen
An anthropologist stays with her brother in the Virginia hills while investigating reports of a pair of ghosts—a brother and sister born on the same day in 1908—who haunt a secluded graveyard. As she observes the couple and establishes communication with them, she makes discoveries that will change her own life, and that of her brother, for all eternity. Laura Lovecraft says, “This book is a must read for fans of sibling romance.”
Manhattan Kink
A collection of two novels and a novelette set among New York’s wealthy kinksters. Follow the amorous adventures of the consensual slave Emily, who yearns for love and pain, her frenemy the humiliation slut Pipit, and a respectable and eminent chemistry professor who discovers her submissive side.
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