A Fucking Investment Ch. 16

She seemed intent on keeping the climaxes going. When John settled down on us and went still, panting himself, her hips pulsed back and then popped down onto me, impaling herself on my cock. Over and over again she managed to fuck us with distinct motions, like she was winding up a spring loaded apparatus. Tighter and tighter, tenser and tenser she became till she quivered with the effort. When the spring released, she screamed. She knew what she was doing. Her body exploded. She screamed till her raw voice ran out of air, then she panted and gasped, fighting for air and life itself around each new orgasm. She was possessed.

Till then, I had been the firm buttress against which she was dashed, a dock to which she was safely tethered. I planted my heels and arched up under her. Blonde Number One, panting and out of breath at that moment, screamed again with breath she did not have. Her voice sounded like a siren but broken, shattered with the intensity of it. She shook between us. I felt John begin his waltz to orgasm. His motions got shorter and more staccato. He hammered her from behind and each impact sealed us more firmly together. I felt the boundaries of her pussy, stretched around me but still slick with cum, more hers than ours now. Suddenly her body clinched and all sensation that she was a well-oiled machine disappeared. I felt her pussy clamp down on me, sealing the connection while her body quaked with John's thundering thrusts. I pulled her down onto me and she clinched hard. I felt her go tense and then it all halted.

She was mounted on me, John was in her ass but laying full on us. Her pussy moved inside her, writhing around my cock in such a way that the sensation pulled a new orgasm out of me. Into their stillness I stormed. I hunched up under Blonde Number One in no more than three or four injections of new cum into her, she climaxed again. This time, there was no motion, she moaned without even lifting her head. I felt John shift off of her to give her a little breathing room. She went tense, though, and arched over me, pressing her pussy down onto me as I painted her insides with fresh cum. The woman clinched down on my cock hard and I felt the last of her orgasms seize her. Her tension held and held while I hunched up under her.

My hands pulled her down onto me so she had little spare slack to move her ass with. John withdrew from her ass and maybe that little draught of fresh air up her backside tickled her. She groaned, she bucked. She screamed and came so hard I could no longer control her. Her hips flew up and down on mine, slamming her pussy harder and harder down onto my cock. I groaned as the last of my orgasm fountained up into her.

She ran down and lay over me, panting and squeaking. My cock left no cranny unstretched, no nook unfilled and then I emptied and left her. She rolled away from me and peeped when she felt her own weight on her ass. She rocked up onto one side and panted, gasping for breath.

"I...I...do...love...to...fuck!" she managed around her struggle for air.

"She does love to fuck." John agreed from his vantage point in a lounge at the side of the bed.

I closed my eyes. When I roused again, Blonde Number One still lay with me on the bed but the light was off and we were alone. I roused, found the light and started to dress. The blonde gave no indication of getting dressed. I put on her flats and stood her up, gathered up her clothes and led her naked down stairs. She seemed utterly unconcerned. Even at the door to fresh air, she did not seem aware of what I intended. She only objected to the chill about half way back to Cassie's house. She clung to me for warmth and was shivering when we got to the door. I left her with Cassie, Cassie who looked like she had practiced till her tongue was sore. I shambled back to my house, showered and fell into bed.

The next morning I woke, rolled over and went back to sleep. I played like it was Saturday but knew it wasn't. It had to be Thursday or maybe Wednesday. My will to leave the bed was not strong and I remained prone but restless till the sun was full in the room. I got up and showered. I felt rather than saw Jennifer peek in on my shower. I felt the draught of cold air around me mixing with the steam and hot water. I descended to the smell of breakfast. I had just sat down when the doorbell rang. I sent Jennifer to bring in the visitor. I had skipped two meals the day before and I was famished, finishing the second omelet when Jennifer reappeared. Behind her trailed Eve.

I put down my fork and stared over the table at the woman. She had her collar on and Jennifer led her. Jennifer pulled her over to the table and extended the lead to me. I took it. Eve's eyes fixed on me.

"Eve." I said softly.

Her big, model's eyes closed, showing me the makeup she'd applied. She wore the same diaphanous black dress that covered her but hid nothing. Her perfume mixed unpleasantly with the aroma of breakfast sausage and eggs.

"Mr. Gale. Please, please possess me." She said softly. "I made a mistake. I will do whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want, with whomever you want. I swear."

I regarded her for a few moments before returning to eating. I finished, leaving her words as condiments to my meal. What spice they added to cheddar cheese and eggs! When I had cleaned my plate I looked up at her.

"Eve, you understand that having told me 'no' as you did, now I must push far beyond your boundaries, right?"

She stared but then, as if remembering, she nodded.

"I will do things with you that I would not have done before. You understand, right?"

She nodded again.

"Answer me, with words, Eve."

"Yes, yes Mr. Gale. I understand."

"You are proud, so I must humiliate you. I will try to make you refuse me again. I must prove that you will surrender your conceit to my will. You understand that." I made it a statement.

She nodded. Her eyes widened. "Yes. Yes, Mr. Gale, I understand."

"I must find ways to push you far beyond where you have dared go with your body and heart before. My intent is to alter you, to change you so that you accept greater pleasure and greater sensuality, not less. If you tell me 'no' again, I must acknowledge that I failed you and you will be justified in leaving. John, he will stay, regardless."

She nodded. "I understand, Mr. Gale. I swear, I will do whatever you ask of me."

"Go down on Jennifer while I get dressed." I said, rising from the table.

I did not stay to watch but listened to Jennifer while I changed into clothes for what came next. It was time to sign Ms. Stewart. Jennifer was on her back on the counter and Eve was still eating her when I returned. I went into the office and ran off the contracts for Ms. Stewart to sign. Eve was my part of the bargain and I thought for certain I would make good on it today. I felt the incipient thrill at the point of victory. Reluctance to believe that I had indeed rendered Eve into my own private morsel left me breathless with anticipation. The need to push Eve beyond her boundaries tempered velvet buzz.

I walked over to where the two women were, a new version of kitchen appliances. I tapped Eve on the shoulder, bare and fluid under the black see-through dress.

She lifted her head. "She has not come yet."

I shrugged. "She's jealous. She thinks you want to be her, to replace her. Tell her the truth."

Eve looked confused. Then her eyes changed and they brightened.

"I am his to use. I must bring all the women of Holdingsfield to orgasm with my tongue and then perhaps, he will let me join you."

Jennifer looked with horror at Eve Covington. She looked at me.

"Don't make her crawl on her knees. Her skin is too perfect to scar like that."

Jennifer! Such a kind heart, even when envy greened her eyes, she still had an eye for beauty and a will to preserve it. I patted her cheek where she sat on the end of the counter, legs wide, pussy glistening from Eve's attention. I bent down and found the end of Eve's lead and walked towards the door. Eve followed easily, drifting soundlessly behind me, so much so I glanced back to see if she was really there. She was. The catwalk stride in full swing, cross-stepping to make her hips roll from side to side. She made no sound, even in the high heels. I supposed the carpet helped but still, it felt unreal, ethereal and strange to me to be leading Eve Sawyer out of my house on a leash, the collar finally securely around her neck. It felt like a sacrilege, a slight the gods would soon notice and respond with violent retaliation. I had the thought that I needed to enjoy the moment because I had no idea when it would end. I had to use Eve while I had the chance. The whole idea that I might fail her entranced me.

I stopped and went into my office for my phone. I sat on the desk while Eve stood before me, the chain dangling from her neck between us, a glittering silver line in the air. I called Crowley and told him what I wanted, describing the sort of tables I wanted at Le Foil et Le Touche. I wanted at least two options there in the next couple days. When I was finished I led the slender blonde woman out of the office. I had to go get a blazer and put the contracts in the breast pocket. I stopped at the front door.

"Are you sure you are ready?"

Her eyes glittered, closed for a moment, her chin dipping towards her lank chest. When they opened, she looked me fully in the eyes and nodded.

"I can't hear you." I said softly. Behind her, I could see Jennifer watching us.

"I want it. God, Mr. Gale, I, I, I thought that I would never feel it again, what I felt last night, watching you take her with John. I did, though. I felt it. My god, it still throbs inside me, like a need, actual desire squirming in me, demanding that I pursue it and capture that feeling again. I truly thought I'd lost my taste for it but now, now I feel it just under my skin, tingling and teasing me, daring me to find it again, to have it again for myself. I couldn't resist you if I tried and I no longer want to try."

I leaned in and kissed her high, lean cheek.

"I am going to make you try. I am going to push you to refuse me, demand you tumble past your boundaries."

She smiled then, the radiant, starlight, model smile that had made her famous for a flash and spangle.

"Mr. Gale, I didn't think any man could challenge my boundaries. Ever again, I mean. John did. Once, I mean once upon a time. I thought he understood me but in truth, he just existed beyond my boundaries. I met him there and the thrill was real but he could not take me back once I..." Here she hesitated. "Once I engulfed him, that was Swallow's..." She smiled wanly then. "...Shallow's word. I engulfed people, like a bucket of water tossed at a candle. I don't engulf you. You engulf me. It is freeing. I feel...god, Joshua, may I call you that?"

I smiled, suffused with victory. The wiggle of suspicion that I was again being set up tickled the back of my neck but it became a sort of reassurance, reassurance that I'd indeed spindle this delicate flower and dangle her far out over the abyss of her own limits. I nodded, giving her the leave she waited for.

"Joshua, I feel the excitement in me when I am around you and want to be near you again when you are gone. I haven't felt that since..." Her eyes clouded. "Since John took me the first time. He said he told you about it, the night visits...he was so precious, thinking I was restrained, at his mercy while he took me. I felt it, his sense of power and strength, using me for his pleasure so that mine boiled up out of me like a plume of bats from a deep cave. I responded to him...but then, when I became me again, the bitch who demands, commands, and subdues every dick in the room with just a glance, it dissipated and vanished. The feeling I mean, the freedom to dash myself onto him like a wave on a rock. It was like I enveloped him and when I pulled back, he was gone."

Eve chortled then.

"Like I was a huge wave that covered him and when I rolled back out to sea, he was gone. It happened twice, once in college and then later. I thought it would stay the second time, so I married him. He couldn't resist me. I am a force of nature." Her eyes dropped, showing me the vast curve of her eyelids, colored a delicate green curbed by glistening black mascara. When her eyes rose up to meet mine again her voice fell. "Mr. Gale, don't let me do that. I will try. I will test you. Don't let me win. Not again. Maybe I can change but maybe I need to know that you will be hard with me all the time." She smiled wanly again. "Like a cock, I need you to be hard to me, for my pleasure!" The earnestness of her words touched me.

I looked away then, realizing that her mastery of the male creature was there, in that subtle plea. I almost succumbed, almost reached out to comfort her, to assure her I'd give her exactly what she wanted. I didn't. I resisted, feeling the thrill of this subtle and awful challenge. I had to drag her into no man's land and beyond, I could not relax into the enveloping luxury of her approval, I had to resist her every attempt to approve of me. I yanked on her chain, rejecting the tendrils of her subtle, feminine control. As I turned away from her to the door, I saw the two concurrent responses coalesce on her face. She gasped, jerked out of her earnestness and then smiled a secret, private smile that looked exactly like eager anticipation. I ignored it.

I opened the door and she followed me out, pulling the door closed behind me. I was all ready to castigate her with leaving it open and found her conscientious care thrilling. I caught myself then. I could not be too sure she was of the collar rather than merely in it. She followed me easily until I turned down the drive into Rae Dawn Stewart's house. It was time.

The chain lead jerked in my hand. I stopped and turned.

Eve stood staring at the house. Her eyes were wide, wider than usual, she panted, breathing hard. After a still moment, she shifted her gaze to me. She shook her head.

"Please Mr. Gale..." She began but her voice faded away. Her own voice indicted her. "I..." She squeezed her eyes closed. "Any time, anywhere." She whispered.

"But not here?" I said. I gathered up the chain as I approached her. The rattle of the soft metal links was the only sound besides Eve's panting. I bent a little and put my eyes directly in front of hers. The mascara on her lashes accented her blinking eyes.

"Mrs. Sawyer, I own you. You will taste every woman I have sex with. I will fuck you when and where I please. If I want to enter you in the middle of the mall..." I stopped and stood up. "Goddamn, that could be fun. Crowley would love to get me out of jail for indecent exposure or public lewdness. How does that sound? Do you want me to fuck you in a public place?"

I saw the fear in her eyes. It was a mixture of stage fright and the cringe of a shy woman but behind it I glimpsed a visceral terror that clawed at her; terror that I had happened upon the one secret she thought no one knew, as if a model could disguise her thrill at being posed and presented.

"Oh god, Mr. Gale." She whispered. "Is this what it's going to be like? I don't think I can stand that. I don't. I'll, I'll...!" Though she muttered, her words held such passion, such angst threaded onto a penetrating agony, I nearly relented and released her to see if she'd find her own way home, like a lost puppy.

The door opened behind me. I felt eyes on my back like a swarm of flies, lighting and biting me, demanding I turn to see who was staring at me. Who else could it be, but Rae Dawn Stewart?

"I am going to use you now, Mrs. Sawyer, but you must ask me to do something, to let you do something. If you ask nicely and ask the right sort of thing, you might find you enjoy it."

She shook her head.

"Mr. Gale, is that really her? Is that goddamned Eve Covington with a collar around her neck?"

The voice lashed at me. I really, really wanted to turn around and face my accuser, because I was guilty has hell. It was Eve Covington and there was a collar around her neck. I was strung between the lurid needs of two women. The challenge to compel them both into my web of sensual delight, at the same time, in different ways roiled in me like a severe pleasure, private and stark.

"Eve." I said her name softly.

Eve's eyes flicked from beyond me to meet mine.

"I'm waiting."

She blinked. Her lower lip quivered. Her hands were wringing each other just above her cunt. They stopped abruptly. She dropped them to her sides, dangling her angular arms beside her. She lifted her chin, her eyes cleared and she smiled thinly. She licked her lips.

"I have been a naughty girl. I have been stubborn and nasty. You should spank me."

My heart thundered, not really at the request but because of her demeanor. Eve appeared to me as a woman taking pride in saying those words. She even repeated herself. Her voice got stronger and I bet Rae Dawn heard her.

"I want you to spank me, Mr. Gale. I deserve to be spanked. You own my body, my husband, and my house. If I deserve to be in your house, you deserve to be in me. Spank me and then fuck me and let her watch. She wants to see that, I bet. She wants to see my ass turn red and hear me weep and then scream with climax when you fuck me from behind."

Eve panted the words out, breathing hard. Her chest inflated and fell, had she more than fingerfood tits, they would have heaved, as it was, the nipples hardened and poked at the black cloth that covered but could not hide her lean body.

I nearly fucked her right there.

"Mr. Gale? Are you coming in?"

I turned, then, surprised. It finally registered on me that the voice was different. It wasn't Rae Dawn Stewart.

"Mrs. McCall? What are you doing here."

The redhead colored and turned away, disappearing back into Ms. Stewart's house.

Eve stared at the house then at me, her mouth open, so when I kissed her, my tongue thrust into her mouth without any resistance. After a startled moment, she kissed me back. Her hand rose to my shoulders, holding me. She took a step closer and then oozed against me. I encircled her with my hands and arms, wrapping her up as I kissed her. Her body sealed against mine, her hands ran up to my head, one clutching the back of my head while the other pressed against my cheek. She groaned into my mouth.

I broke the kiss.

She looked at me, eyes ablaze with a new passion.

"God, Joshua, I am so alive with it right now. I am so aroused! God, I didn't think it was possible to me any longer. I thought my days of passion were over but...god's brilliant sacrifice, I feel it again. The need, the demand, the urge to lay down and have you inside me, on top of me, using me!" Her voice stuttered with wonder. "I though I'd lost it forever and here, standing here, right now, I feel alive again. God, if you can do this to me, please, take my body and fuck it any where, any time, any way you like!" She swallowed hard, the motion settling down her lean throat like she'd consumed something substantial.

I stared at her, irritated. Oh, I felt the flush of gladness and contentment that she was speaking the words but I was irritated that to that point, I had many reasons to doubt her sincerity and I was going to have to put it to the test till I knew for certain that she'd not take any opportunity to escape me. I wanted to own her because she surrendered. I was irritated because I could not enjoy this moment. I was on guard. I attached that resentment to Eve and resolved to take it out on her, to punish her in all the little ways that would reduce her to a quivering mass of orgasmic jelly, clinging to her sense of identity while I converted her into a completely different woman. She'd be mine and I realized in that very moment she'd never truly been owned before. I was going to own her in every way imaginable. The idea that this was her vision quest, this was her passion, her odyssey, her raison d'etre, that idea suffused me.