by Paul Preston
“My dad was a cop in Chicago. It seemed like the right thing to do,” he said.
“That was very brave of you,” I responded.
He nodded his head and stood up. Placing our drinks on a tray, he asked in a quiet voice if Cassandra and I would join him in his office for drinks. Then Jefferson walked away with the drinks.
I walked across the club and interrupted the conversation going on between Cassandra and a drooling patron. I knelt down, unlocked her ankle from the table and escorted her toward Jefferson’s back office.
“He’d like us to have a private drink with him,” I told Cassandra.
“Really?” Cassandra said.
I nodded.
“I think he might be interested in sharing.”
A smile appeared in her eyes. I took her hand, guiding her through the crowd.
“Are you sure it’s all right with you, Charles?”
We stopped outside of Jefferson’s office door and faced each other.
“I will do anything to make you happy, Cassandra. Anything. Even this…” I said.
“Charles…”
She kissed me tenderly with her tongue. I knocked on Jefferson’s door and opened it a crack to look inside.
“Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson. Are we disturbing you?” I asked.
“No. Come in. Have a seat,” Jefferson offered.
We walked into the office and sat down on the couch, with Cassandra in the middle. We sat quietly together for a moment. As I held up the glass to Cassandra’s lips for her to drink, I noticed Jefferson’s eyes slide automatically down her body to admire the plump flesh of her breasts exposed through the sheer fishnet material of her dress. His eyes traveled lower to view the pink curling lips of her sex through the open crotch of her pearl-stringed panties. He glanced away when Cassandra caught him looking.
“Would you like another sip, Cassandra?” I asked.
“Please, My Lord,” she said.
I saw the look of envy in Jefferson’s eyes when I held up the glass to Cassandra’s pretty lips. As an animal marks his territory, I was showing Jefferson my complete control over Cassandra, I suppose. Jefferson and I took sips of our soda. An uncomfortable silence followed and we put our drinks down. Jefferson formally apologized for the disturbance in the bar and appeared somewhat awkward. Cassandra asked if he was feeling nervous and Jefferson said no.
Finally, Cassandra took the initiative. Looking into Jefferson’s eyes, she told him she wished to have an affair with both of us. She began slowly unbuttoning Jefferson’s shirt and loosening his tie. Jefferson didn’t make a move to stop her. It was strange to watch Cassandra undress another man. I wanted to look away, but couldn’t.
She asked Jefferson if he was married and he told her he was divorced. When asked what caused the divorce, Jefferson admitted that he caught his wife in bed with another man.
“James, I’m so sorry. That was cruel of her to hurt you like that,” Cassandra said, slipping his shirt and jacket off to reveal Jefferson’s muscular chest.
Though considerably older, Jefferson was in much better shape than me. I felt envious of the thick veins bulging out of his biceps that seemed to visibly pulse with blood. I hoped Jefferson’s muscular body didn’t make Cassandra more attracted to him than she was to me.
I watched as Cassandra tenderly kissed Jefferson’s lips, eyelids and the scar on his cheek. She whispered something I didn’t hear into his ear. I wondered what it was. Then Cassandra turned her attention to me. She shifted her hips onto my lap and unbuttoned my shirt while kissing me full on the mouth. Once my shirt was off, she kneeled in front of me, pushing the coffee table away to make room. With Jefferson watching, Cassandra unzipped and removed my trousers and boxers, shoes and socks. She took my penis into her mouth, swallowing it deep into her throat and began sucking on it. Though embarrassed to be naked in front of a man, I shut my eyes and gave in to the feeling of pleasure. I sensed Jefferson move off the couch and heard the lock of his office door turn with a click. After kissing and sucking upon me longer, Cassandra stopped to speak to Jefferson.
“Would you care to join us, James?”
Cassandra took me into her lovely mouth again and I stroked my fingers through her long hair. When Jefferson sat back down on the couch, Cassandra stopped kissing me and I opened my eyes. She stood up, lifted her arms above her head and I helped her remove her dress. I took her puffy nipples into my mouth and sucked on them as hard as I could. The pressure made her moan with pleasure and she tilted her head back. Cassandra sat back down on the couch and reclined on the cushion. She rested her head in my lap and opened her thighs.
“Kiss me, James,” Cassandra said.
“Are you sure?” Jefferson whispered.
“Yes. I’m sure.”
I watched as Jefferson kissed and licked Cassandra passionately between her open thighs. He buried his mouth and tongue inside her vagina, licking her and swallowing the moisture from her body like a man lost in the desert for many years. Cassandra became quite aroused and the smell of her musk filled the office. She moaned, thrusting her sex forward deeper into his mouth.
Then I observed something that made me feel quite upset and envious. When Jefferson pulled his mouth away from Cassandra, she squeezed her hips forward and an arc of fluid spurted out from her vagina like water from a drinking fountain. It happened a second time and the sweet-smelling fluid soaked Jefferson’s chest, pants and couch.
“Oh my... That’s never… happened before, James. I’m so sorry… Your nice couch…” Cassandra said, out of breath.
“That’s OK, Eloise. Don’t worry about it,” Jefferson said quietly.
When I had kissed Cassandra there she didn’t respond with such an outburst of fluid. I immediately felt jealous she had this tremendous response to the ugly man. Why was Cassandra so attracted to him? How did he get her to achieve such a powerful orgasm? Jefferson looked at me and I stared at the sticky fluid dripping down his muscular torso.
In a state of frustration and anger, I used the opportunity to reassert my control over Cassandra and claim her once again as my own. She was my submissive on contract, after all. I mounted her on the couch and thrust my hips powerfully into her aroused sex. I flipped her over on her stomach, grabbing her hips and pounding into her with the entire force of my manhood, shouting out my commands.
“Say it, submissive! Say it!”
“I’m yours, Charles. I’m your submissive. I’ll always be your submissive!” Cassandra responded.
“Even after Wednesday!”
“Even after Wednesday.”
“Even after you get married! Say it! Say it!”
“You’ll always be my Dom, Charles, even after I get married. You’ll always be my Dom, until death do us part!”
I felt her tremble underneath me as I exploded inside her. Afterwards, I lay down beside her on the couch, wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace. I had pushed my body to the extreme. My heart was thumping in my chest and I was breathing in and out rapidly as if I had just run a race. Pushing myself to the brink, I did best to win her back to me.
“You’re such a virile man, Charles,” Cassandra said, quietly.
No woman had ever said that about me. I couldn’t hold back my feelings for her any longer.
“I love you, Cassandra. I’m falling in love with you.”
“Charles…”
I squeezed her torso even tighter into my body. Jefferson finally moved off the couch and started to change his clothes. When Cassandra saw him dressing, she pleaded with him not to leave. Suddenly, I was in a foul mood. My words of love obviously meant nothing to her. I gave Jefferson a cold stare, released Cassandra from my grasp, grabbed my clothes and moved off the couch to get dressed.
I knew I had no right to feel mad at her, but when it came time for Cassandra to have her experience with Jefferson, I no longer felt like sharing. I was still upset about her enormous sexual response to him. Jefferson offered to leave the room to give us pr
ivacy. After I finished dressing, Cassandra approached me from behind.
“My Lord? May I have your permission to spend some time with our new friend, now that I’ve pleasured you?” Cassandra asked.
Without turning back to her, I responded.
“And what if I said no?”
“Mr. Anderson… Charles… I know how difficult this has been for you.”
“Do you?”
Cassandra gently touched my shoulder, but I didn’t respond. She dropped to her knees behind me and I felt her forehead rest against the back of my legs.
“Please, Mr. Anderson. You know it’s something I need to do… before Wednesday. Please. Sire, I beg you… Allow me to spend a moment with Mr. Jefferson, as we discussed. Please… You may stay and watch if you’d like. It’s something I have to do.”
I shut my eyes and nodded my head.
“Okay, Cassandra… You have my permission to be shared with this gentleman.”
“Thank you, My Lord. Thank you.”
“Your boyfriend would never allow you to do this.”
“I know.”
“Remember that, when you go back to him on Wednesday.”
“I will. I’ll always remember how kind and generous you were with me, My Lord.”
I lifted Cassandra off the floor and embraced her. I took a deep breath and attempted to resolve myself to the inevitable situation. Though it was extremely awkward, I confronted Jefferson.
“You have to practice safe sex with her and wear a condom. Do you have one here?” I asked.
“A condom. Yes, of course,” he said.
“Let me see it, Jefferson. Show it to me.” I insisted.
Jefferson went to his desk and removed a condom from his drawer. I nodded and then moved to the shadowy corner of Jefferson’s office. Over my shoulder I saw them embrace and whisper to each other. She knelt in front of him on the couch, removed his trousers and began giving him oral sex. I couldn’t watch it for a second longer. I turned away again, sat down at Jefferson’s desk and waited. After a few minutes I forced myself to look back over at them. Cassandra was in his lap and they calmly and quietly made love to each other, face to face. They spoke together as they copulated, but I couldn’t hear what they said. I grew impatient and irritable, waiting for them to finish. It wasn’t as sexy as I thought it would be and I quickly lost interest in watching. After they brought each other to an orgasm, they finally concluded their encounter. It may have been rude of me, but I spoke up to hurry things along.
“Are you both finished? It’s rather late, Cassandra, and we have a bit of a drive back. Let’s go.”
I succeeded in breaking their mood and they both got dressed. Cassandra dutifully approached me and took my arm. Mr. Jefferson broke the awkward silence, asking if he could buy me a drink before we left.
“No thank you. I’m driving,” I said.
“Of course. Drive safely,” Jefferson said.
We turned to leave the office.
“Goodbye, Eloise. Have a nice life,” Jefferson said.
Cassandra smiled at Jefferson over her shoulder and we got the hell out of there.
I didn’t speak to Cassandra in the car. I knew I was acting childish, like a spoiled boy deprived of his favorite toy. I just couldn’t help the way I felt. Cassandra reached out to hold my hand in the car and I moved it to the steering wheel. Cassandra turned away and looked out the window. She appeared to be shivering so I turned the heater up to high. She tried to make conversation with me, despite how rude I was.
“My Lord, I noticed you had a conversation with Mr. Jefferson while you were at the bar.”
I nodded.
“May I ask what you talked about?”
In as few words as possible, I related the story of how Jefferson got the huge scar across his cheek.
“You mean he got cut in the face while stopping a woman from being raped?” she asked.
“Apparently,” I said.
On the drive home, I pulled off the highway at my favorite rest stop and parked at the corner of the lot in the darkness. Cassandra turned to me and reached across the car to place her hand on my thigh. She lightly brushed her thumb over the zipper of my trousers. It felt wonderful, but I couldn’t seem to get over the ridiculous feeling that she’d betrayed me.
“Are you angry with me, My Lord?”
“Angry? I just watched you make love to another man and have a huge orgasm right in front of me. Why would I be angry?”
“I’m sorry, Charles. You’re a sensitive person. I should never have approached you in the grocery store. I should never have brought you along with me to this dark place. It’s my fault.”
Cassandra removed her hand from my thigh.
“Perhaps it would be best if you took me home this evening,” she said.
“Fine,” I said, responding quite peevishly.
I started up the car and drove her back to my apartment in complete silence. We went upstairs and I stood by the open door as Cassandra gathered her laptop and packed her makeup and clothes in her suitcase. She changed into her jeans, her conservative sweater, sneakers and a warm coat. Then I walked with her down into my parking garage. I still refused to look at her.
“Goodbye, Charles,” she said softly and sadly. “I’m sorry it had to end this way.”
I didn’t respond. Cassandra clicked the lock of her car door open and made a move to get in. The reality struck me that she was actually leaving and I grabbed her.
“You’ve made one small mistake,” I said, desperately squeezing the flesh of her arm.
“I have?” she said.
I nodded.
“You forgot to ask me to release you from the contract. You’re still my submissive for the next thirty six hours, aren’t you?”
Cassandra looked down.
“May I be released from my contract?”
“Look me in my eyes when you address me, submissive,” I said.
She looked up.
“May I be released from our contact, Sir?” she asked.
“No. You may not,” I said.
“But I thought you were upset about—”
“The answer is no. Give me your car keys and get into the car.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
She handed me her keys. I put her belongings in the trunk, got behind the wheel of her car and started driving aimlessly around my boring neighborhood. I passed strip malls with dry cleaners, donut shops, convenience stores and dreary twenty four hour drive thru fast food places. There was a Wal-Mart close by, a Target, a Starbucks seemingly on every corner, various drug stores and grocery stores. I realized there was nothing extraordinary about my life or the town I lived in except for the woman in the passenger seat beside me. Suddenly the anger I felt inside began to drift away.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
Cassandra shook her head no.
“We missed dinner. Come on. I know just the place.”
I took her to the mall, back to our favorite place. We made a large frozen yoghurt with fresh toppings and shared it with two spoons. I think it cheered both of us up. I apologized for my behavior.
“Cassandra, I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I do. I was rude to you. It was obvious you had a very strong connection to Jim Jefferson and the truth is I felt jealous. I shouldn’t be wasting what little time we have left together being mad. Please forgive me, Cassandra.”
I held my hand out to her and she took it.
“You have nothing to apologize for. It’s my fault, Charles,” she said. “You’re a very nice, sweet person. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I should never have got you all mixed up in this.”
“I’m glad you did, Cassandra. The last three days have been the time of my life.”
“Mine too.”
“Will you stay with me until Wednesday morning as we planned?”
“Of course, Charles. I never wanted to leave you.”
“Come on. Let’s
go back home.”
We left hand in hand and I drove back toward my apartment. Impulsively, I stopped off at a wooded recreation area I used to play in as a kid, near where I grew up. I remember taking my first girlfriend there in high school. Cassandra and I took a walk past the playground equipment into the woods.
“Where are we going, Charles?” she asked.
“Right here.”
I put my arms around her. It was so dark I could barely see her.
“This is the spot where I kissed a girl for the first time,” I told her.
“That’s so romantic, Charles,” she said.
She leaned up against a tree and I embraced her in the dark, kissing her. I put my hands under her coat and sweater and felt the soft flesh of her breasts. Her skin felt cold. After kissing with our tongues, we ran back to the car, turned the heater on full blast and drove home. We went directly into my bedroom. Cassandra sat on my lap and I removed her coat and sweater.
“You better go use the bathroom, Cassandra, before I chain you to the bed for the night,” I said.
“OK.”
She used the bathroom and came back in the room, naked. I took my shirt off. Cassandra knelt down on the bedroom floor in front of me and removed my trousers, boxers, shoes and socks. She looked up into my eyes while holding my erect penis in her hands. Without breaking eye contact with me, her lips closed around the rim and she swallowed me deeply into her throat. It didn’t matter to me in the slightest that her lips had just given pleasure to another man. I reached down and cupped her puffy nipples and swollen areolas in the palms of my hands. She shut her eyes and her lips slid up and down my shaft. I felt the tip of her tongue tracing and retracing over the thick blue veins which snaked up and around the sides of my erect penis from the root to the rim.
“I like the way you kiss me, Cassandra.”
She looked up and gave me a flirtatious wink.
“Do you like kissing me there, as much as I like to be kissed?”
She nodded, while continuing to suck on me.
“Can I come in your mouth again, Cassandra?”
She nodded and increased the wetness and suction on my penis. Seeing her breasts jiggling below me and my penis sliding completely in and out of her throat, I shut my eyes and released a flood of semen directly through her open lips. She caught it in a creamy white pool in the back of her throat and swallowed. She took me into her mouth again and sucked out the remaining drops. Cassandra looked back up into my eyes and I pulled her into bed with me. I linked her wrists to the two handcuffs attached to the bedpost and we lay down together, her arms stretched over her head. I clutched her breasts in my palms.