by Jamie Knight
Astrid came to the rescue, saving the need for any tearful goodbyes by making sure to run Freya ragged while I was there. We went outside and climbed trees and played chase. Then Astrid made it a relatively simple thing to take Freya up for a nap, when she was already half asleep in her arms.
I kissed her on her soft head, and she said, “Bye, bye, Mommy,” drowsily, clearly less upset than I was at the fact that we had to part again.
When the tot was off to dreamland, Astrid crept back down to the living room.
“Are you okay?” I asked as we sat on the diabolically comfortable couch.
“Are you kidding? I'm living rent-free in a dream house with one of my two favorite people in the world, surrounded by an endless wood. This is the best ever! Did you know there's a cave here?”
“Yeah, Adam showed me. How did you find it?” I asked.
“By accident, really. Freya was getting restless, so I decided to go exploring. These woods are really thick!” Astrid exclaimed.
“Did you take her in it?” I asked.
“Only a little way. It was almost dark, and I was afraid of bats. Still, we had fun. Freya kept making sounds and giggling when they echoed back at her. It was really very cute. The kid is a genius, in my humble opinion.”
“Sounds like a great time,” I said, wishing I could have been there.
“Oh, it was! I was planning to take her back on the weekend. The money isn't bad either.”
“Money?” I asked.
“Yeah, apparently your Prince Charming is paying me to watch your little one. They made me fill out some paperwork when I first arrived. So then I was checking my bank to see how hard I would have to work when we got back. Turns out I won't have to work again for a while because there was fifty grand in there. I don't know if that was a weekly thing or a flat payment but whatever it is, it means I can go on vacation for about a year.”
“You won't, of course,” I said, knowing her better than that.
“Oh, no,” she agreed. “My good old Protestant work ethic won't let me. Still, it is nice to have options.”
I left with a paper plate of cookies covered with a shower cap. I tried to decline, but Astrid wouldn't hear of it.
I set off to my own wing of the mansion. It would be dark in about an hour. I remembered my promise to Adam, but there was something I had to do first. I was in no fit state to properly engage with my master in this way. He hadn’t had me since the night before, so he would probably be pretty pent up by the time I got back. He could possibly fuck me right there in the doorway. I had heard of such things happening.
Even if not, I still wanted to be ready and give him my all. Despite the conflict in me about our prospects, I really did love him and wanted everything he saw fit to give me, and I wanted to be able enjoy it to the fullest.
I went back outside, hopping over the white fence that led to the pastures. Finding a comfortable place on a moss-covered log, I set the cookies down beside me and did my best to relax. Closing my eyes, I focused on my breathing, slowing my pulse rate. Before too long, I was in my inner realm away from the cameras and the pressures and the conflicts. Away from everything that was keeping me from being myself.
I closed down everything, breaking myself down to the component parts so I could build myself up from the inside out. When I returned, slowly opening my eyes to the waning light, I was ready. I hadn't forgotten my issues. The skeletons were still rattling their bones, but the sound was distant enough for me to ignore.
I stepped up to the back door of the house, ready for whatever might be on the other side. Anything except for what was actually there, which was nothing at all. I heard faint typing and followed it to Adam's study. There he was at his computer set up on his antique desk, bathed in its flickering light.
“You're late.”
“Yes, Master I-”
“Silence.”
I stopped immediately, hanging my head. He turned in his chair like a Bond villain, fingers together in front of his mouth.
“You know I am going to have to punish you, right? It will give me no pleasure, but the balance must be maintained.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Come here.”
Silently, my head still hung, I went to him and stopped in front of his chair. He didn't move. His expression had gone blank.
I knew it was going to hurt. I also knew he was serious about not wanting to, but it was one of the rules laid out in the contract. My body was forfeited, and I accepted that. I would have preferred it if he was angry or even yelled. The cold, eerie silence was somehow worse.
It was my belt first, carefully undone and pulled from the loops. Then the button of my jeans opened in one easy motion with Adam's long, skilled fingers. The material came away from my pelvis and I could actually feel my pussy twitch. It was clear that he was headed down there. The only question was what he would do when he got there.
My head swam with possibilities as he eased down the fly on my pants. His skin never once touched mine. With a few firm yanks, the jeans were down around my knees. The air of the office was cool on my bare thighs. Hooking his fingers though the sides, he pulled my panties down to join my pants, leaving my pussy bare and wet with anticipation.
He lay a hand on my hip. Instinctively, I put my hand on the edge of the desk, just in case.
Forming his hand into what looked like a duck bill, he touched his fingertips to the opening of my pussy. I flinched unconsciously at the sudden contact. My master held fast, keeping me in position as he continued.
I had never had more than two fingers in my pussy at once before and really didn't see how four would even fit. Yet they did. All four of them, right up to the third knuckle. I thought it was over. I couldn't be more wrong.
Pushing on, my master got it so that the palm of his hand was also submerged in my wet, pink pussy. The knuckle of his bent thumb was brushing up against my clit. He still wasn't done. I held my breath and watched in amazement as he slipped his hand into me up to the wrist. Finally, he stopped.
I couldn't believe the feeling. I had never been so full. It didn't really hurt, but it didn't feel good, either. There was way too much pressure for that and not the kind I got from anal. This was something else. Something next level. Even more than spanking.
Leaving his hand all the way in my pussy for what felt like hours, he did something that pushed me even farther into the unfathomable. He moved. Slowly at first and then more earnestly, he moved his whole hand deep inside my pussy, almost like he was punching me inside.
I bit my lip to keep from sobbing, the tears already making their way down my cheeks. I didn't know how to handle what was happening to me. Fortunately, after a while, when my pussy had more time to stretch, it actually started to feel really good. The tears of pain turned to ones of joy. A long, thick moan escaped my chest despite myself.
“It's always tough, the first time,” Adam said casually, continuing to fill me with indescribable pleasures.
I came in a fucking flood. Adam kept a towel nearby to handle the aftermath. Still holding onto me, he unlaced my boots and took my pants the rest of the way off. Then, he bent me over the desk.
I expected a spanking and was more than a little surprised when he started eating me out from behind. It felt even better than it usually did. The fisting had done something to make me even more sensitive.
I closed my eyes and moaned softly, sinking into the feeling like a warm bath. If that was what Adam called a punishment, he could torment me every day!
My knees went weak, making me hold onto the desk to keep from going down onto my knees. Not that I thought Adam wouldn't like that. He seemed to really like me when I was prone.
Instead, he took me by the hips and turned me so that I was facing him and straddling him in his chair. One hand on my bare hip, he unzipped his pants and pressed the head of his cock against my demolished pussy.
After taking Adam's entire hand inside me, his cock didn't seem so intimidating an
ymore and I managed to take the entire thing easily as I sat on his lap, face to face with him. He gave me a sweet kiss, and then he made me bounce.
He moved me up and down the length of his cock with his hands on my hips like I weighed nothing. I let out a yelp of surprise and wrapped my arms around his neck for extra support. As I became used to the novelty of the approach, I really started to enjoy it.
We came in perfect unison, me against him and he inside me. He took his cock out of my pussy in time to blast it all over the rest of my body. He kissed me deep and long and I could almost feel the love radiating off of him. But it could have just been my overactive imagination.
“I brought cookies,” I said, when he finally broke away.
“What kind?” he asked.
“White chocolate macadamia nut. Astrid's specialty.”
“Yummy.”
Chapter Sixteen - Adam
We tried to meet in the middle. I knew Morgan missed her baby and could hardly blame her. She couldn't live in the same area they did. The show just wouldn't work like that.
Bateman may have been an upper son in terms of the industry, replaced by the far more grateful Sara, but I still had Murdoch to deal with and his reasoning only extended so far. Still, that didn't mean she couldn't visit.
So, we worked out a system in which she would be with me five days, and with her daughter two. She chose Tuesday and Sunday for the visits because that's when viewership was the lowest and no one would really notice if not very much happened. The best laid plans of mice and men.
“Hello, Pet,” I said today, as I walked into the living room.
“Master,” Morgan said, without feeling.
“What's going on?”
“Nothing, Master. I'm sorry. Forget it.”
“Never. Something is upsetting you. and I want to know what it is right now.”
“Okay. Can we go into the bedroom?” Morgan asked, eyeing the camera set up by the door.
I could almost hear the audience wolf whistling as we headed up. I seriously doubted that Morgan had any such thing on her mind. Humans could be a very strange species sometimes.
“She's not adjusting well anymore,” Morgan said, sitting on the bed with some weight.
“What's wrong?”
“I’m not sure. She just seems really fussy, which isn't like her. Astrid is doing all she can, and I see her as much as possible, but I think it is more than that. I think the vacation is over and she wants to go home.”
“Do you?” I asked.
“I don't know. I know I want Freya to be happy. If that means taking her home, I guess I'm just going to have to. Even if I lose out on all the money. And even though I’ll really miss you.”
She looked up at me as she said this, and it seemed as if she was going to try.
“I’m not sure what else I can work out. I managed to put an end to Bateman's reign of terror, but there is still Murdoch to deal with.”
“Who?”
“Sorry, insider information. Murdoch is the boss at the studio running the show. At least he was until recently. Bateman was the piece of shit who ran the faked promo. I already had an investment in the studio. Something Bateman would remind me of, clearly not gasping the significance himself. It was simply a matter of buying enough available shares to get controlling interest. Murdoch is protected and cannot be moved. Bateman was easy enough to get rid of.”
“You fired someone because they hurt my feelings?” Morgan asked, seeming both stunned and touched.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“But don't you need him? I mean, wasn't he important if he was running a show?”
“He was a wastrel. Besides which, I've already replaced him with someone far more agreeable. But still. You can't leave without losing the money.”
“I already know that and said that. I'm really sick of having that held over my head,” she said with anger.
“I know. I’m just saying that I would change it if I could. But it's in the contract. Even I can't change that. The terms are clear and not made entirely by me. I wrote some of it and approved others, but much of it was the brainchild of the studio lawyers.”
“I wish I could just get her away, even for a while.”
“But…”
“But I don't want to leave you. Fuck the money. I don't give a shit anymore. I love my daughter, and I love my friend, and I, um, care about you. There, I fucking said it. I can't believe I said it, but there it is. I care about you. I love the way you look. I love the way you smell. I love the way you talk. I love how you don't give a shit about what anyone thinks. I love how you have all these cool talents no one person should have at once. I love your cooking. I love how you touch me, even when it's rough. I love how you make me feel. So, yes, I care about you very much and I don’t want to leave.”
She sobbed softly into my chest. I held her gently, stroking her hair. I was shocked, but also insanely happy. It was time for a confession of my own.
“I care about you, too.”
“You do?” Morgan asked, trying to look at me, wiping a tear from her eye.
“Of course I do. How could I not? You're perfect. Or, at least perfect for me, in every way that really matters. Someone with my philosophy really needs to have their priorities in order. You meet all the big ones. You have for a while now. I first felt something when I saw your application. It sounds silly. It wasn't love at first sight, but I was certainly interested and the more I got to know you, the more my interest grew until I came to feel this way about you. I have just come to care about you even more ever since. I want you. I want to take care of you and Freya.”
“Should we tell the studio where to go?”
“Is that what you want? I really do want you to be happy and take care of you. You don't have to worry about the million. I am willing to devote my entire fortune to you if it would make you happy or even make your life just a little easier. It's kind of an accident that I have it any way. I really don't care what happens to it. It is really only a means to an end, anyway. You are the best end I can think of. If that doesn't sound too pompous. If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is people who get above themselves. Really, we are all the same in-”
She kissed me passionately. Not the way we usually did when we were playing, but a strong, ferocious kiss with the burning power of true love behind it. It actually knocked me down onto the bed.
“Master?” Morgan asked, putting on her pet voice.
“Yes, my pet?”
“What are your thoughts on the subject of being a switch?”
“I've never really thought about it but I’m willing to give it a try.”
Undoing my pants and unleashing my cock, Morgan got on top of me and pulled her panties aside. Lowering herself down by truly tortuous increments, she sat herself down onto my throbbing cock, the majority of the shaft disappearing into her beautiful pussy.
Leaning forward and laying her warm hands on my chest, she started to move. Awkwardly raising and lowering herself on, she slid her pussy the length of my cock and then back again. I got the feeling she had never been on top before, and if such was the case, she was doing very well for a beginner.
She threw her head back as she rode, the sound of joy unlimited in its volume and intensity. Finally, she came, collapsing on top of me. Pulling my cock out of her pussy, Morgan slithered her way along the length of my body to a kneeling position between my knees, as though she was saying prayers to my cock.
Taking my slick shaft in her hand, she gave oral benediction, swirling her tongue around the head, softly, slowly, working her way gradually down until nearly half the shaft was in her mouth. With a deep breath of preparation, she deep throated me, far exceeding where her gag reflex should have been. Massaging my balls, one in each hand, she went for the gusto.
Swallowing down my cum like it was nothing, she leaned back, wiping the excess load from her lips and sucking it from her fingers provocatively.
“Master?” she asked
again, still in a pet voice.
“Yes, my sweet little pet?"”
“Will you please demolish me?”
“Of course, my darling."
Lovingly caressing her cheek, I scooped Morgan up into my arms and deposited her onto the bed. Ripping away the dress she was wearing with my bare hands, I repeated the process with her bra and panties. Morgan let out a little yelp, followed by a giggle, with each one.
Dropping my head between her legs, I licked her almost to orgasm. Repeating the process until she was literally begging me, I allowed her to cum, using a finger and tongue combination that made her scream in a most delightful way.
When she was ready, I took her legs, placing them over my shoulders. I took her arms, crossing them at the wrists, and wrapped my hand around both to hold them in place. Pinning my sweet pet in place, I slipped inside her, pushing in until my pelvis pressed up against her wet little cunt. Her eyes glistened as she looked at me begging me to ravage her without needing to say a word.
Rearing back, the ring of the head pushed to her pussy lips from the inside. I pounded inside her. Pulling back again, I slammed in again. I repeated this slamming motion a few more times, making her yelp and gasp with each. I started pounding her a bit faster. I was working her like a piston, her cries and screams letting me know just how much she loved it.
Yanking out from inside her in the nick of time, I fed her my cock, unleashing a river of cum down her eager throat. My beloved pet took it all like a champ. I was so proud of her. She deserved a reward.
Stroking the outside of her pussy as I kissed her, I subtly moved my hand so that my fingers were angled toward her pussy, and then I began the slow progress forward. She gasped and looked down as I got up to the second knuckle.
“Oh!”
“Just relax, my pet,” I coaxed.
“Yes, Master.”
Morgan lay back, letting out a long breath, clearly trying to relax. It really did make a difference, the more relaxed her muscles were, the easier things would go. I got up to my palm without incident. There was a bit of bother getting my thumb past.