Carson Evolved Ch. 09

He strolled back down the hall, rejoining the women just in time for Mila to inform everyone that dinner was ready. Entering the dining room, Carson wasn't surprised when Corinne was directed to sit at his right hand. The group chattered excitedly when Mila served the pork roast that she'd paired with a couscous salad containing butternut squash and cranberries. She'd recently developed an interest in cooking, and as a result, the quality of the food in the L.D. was as high as it had ever been. As had become the norm, the meal was superb, and the conversation was relaxed and lively. Corinne was an enthusiastic participant, and the Lionesses made a concerted effort to ensure that she was included. Throughout the meal, Carson noticed that Corinne would occasionally peek in his direction and smile to herself, as if reassuring herself that is this was real. He found it both cute and heartwarming.

After dinner, Carson took Corinne on a tour of the grounds. She gasped as the riot of colors and scents overwhelmed her senses. "It's beautiful!" she softly exclaimed.

Carson nodded in agreement. "It's just the place when you need a reminder that there is beauty in the world when it so often seems ugly," he said. This garden spot was Quinn's pet project. Helena had maintained a small bed before Carson moved in, but Quinn seemed to find the hours she spent planting and tending the flora therapeutic after the stress of her work at the hospital. With Helena's blessing and Carson's full support, she'd designed and overseen the expansion of the original bed to something that belonged in a magazine. With the additional benefit of the large greenhouse they'd erected, Quinn could maintain a constant rotation of plants, so they were never without some sort of color in the beds.

They ambled along the paths aimlessly, enjoying both each other's company and the warmth of the late summer evening. When Carson took Corinne's hand, twining his fingers in hers, she blushed and hugged his arm, her head leaning on his shoulder. By the time they reached the gazebo that jutted out over the small pond on the property, dusk had fallen. "Should we be heading back before it gets too dark?" asked Corinne.

He smiled and reached over to flick a switch, causing the string of old-fashioned Edison bulbs to illuminate the gazebo's interior and railing. Corinne gasped in appreciation when Carson flipped a second switch that activated and illuminated the water spectacular installed a few yards away. She hurried to the rail to gaze at the jetting water and multi-colored lights that alternated in synchronicity. When Carson moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, she groaned and relaxed into his body, content to feel the comfort and warmth of his embrace.

Holding her, Carson was curious what she was thinking. This was the first time she'd gotten to see what his life was really like. Despite their professions of love for one another, if Corinne was uncomfortable with any aspect of his life, he'd reluctantly end their romantic relationship. She deserved to be happy, even if it wasn't with him.

He kissed her hair and said, "You doing okay? I know this is a lot to take in."

She responded by hugging his arms tighter around herself. "This is the best night of my life," she said, quietly. "I feel like I'm home. Those women in there are my sisters. I'm safe and loved right here in your arms. If I could stay like this forever, I'd never leave."

"So, you still want to be a part of all this?" he asked. "It's not too late to turn away. We can go back to the way things were, flirting and playing, but no pressure. I need to know that you're not going to wake up some morning and regret throwing your lot in with mine," he finished, watching her carefully.

Corinne turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. She smiled at him with tears in her eyes, shaking her head. "No," she said, softly, "I can't go back to the way things were. Carson, I love you. I want this...all of it. I want to laugh and carry on with my sisters, raising your children and making our home a place filled with love. You asked me to be sure about my feelings, and I've done a lot of thinking lately. What I realized is that you're on my mind all the time. My biggest fear tonight was that your wives and lovers wouldn't like me, but they welcomed me with open arms.

"I have two sisters and a brother of my own, and I don't think I've ever felt like I belonged any more with them than I did tonight. My decision is easy: My place is by your side, through thick and thin, for as long as you'll have me."

Releasing a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, Carson's heart swelled with love for her. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. Corinne inhaled deeply as his touch fanned the embers of her desire for him into flames. She felt drawn into his kiss deeper and deeper, pressing her body tightly against his, her nipples tight and begging for his touch. Carson allowed himself to harden, his thick cock pressed tightly against her mound as she ground against him. After a moment, he felt her hands trail down his body, seeking his belt and pants. Before she could release him, however, he stopped her.

When Corinne looked at him in confusion, he looked at her lovingly and smoother a few loose strands of hair away from her face. Gently, he said, "Not like this, not tonight. Tonight, I'm going to take you to my bed, and I'm going to make love to you until there's no doubt in your mind how I feel about you." Then he pulled her fingers to his lips and kissed them softly.

Just when I thought I couldn't love him any more than I already did, she thought. Her emotions overwhelmed her and she trembled as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face to his chest. "I love you so much," she murmured.

Carson kissed her head and softly said, "I love you too."

As they walked back towards the house, Carson tested to see if his range extended out this far. He sought out Mila's signal. It was faint, but discernable. He sent, "My Mila, prepare my room with romantic candle lighting to surround us as I make love to Corinne."

Her reply came quickly. "Yes Sir." Carson found it interesting that he could sense her excitement at his order. Maybe I'm interpreting it in light of how I think she'd respond if I just said it to her? Another topic for further investigation.

He intentionally took his time returning to the house. In the interim, Sam had arrived back at home. While Carson made a round of kissing his Lionesses good night, she pulled Corinne to the side for a private conversation. Watching as they quietly murmured to each other and giggled, part of him was tempted to try to listen in. He didn't, mainly because he still thought it was invasive and disrespectful. Besides, if he knew Sam, she was working on his behalf anyway.

As he approached Sam and Corinne, they were wrapping up a hug. Corinne looked at him and blushed slightly, looking away. Sam wrapped her husband in a hug. Whispering in his ear, she said, "Listen to my thoughts for a second." Dialing into her frequency instantaneously, Carson realized he was getting better at using his gift. As soon as the connection was made, he heard: Don't go slow or easy with her. Take her hard and mark her as yours. Cum in her pussy, make her suck you hard, cum on her face—whatever you want, do it. She wants to be your toy.

He looked at Sam in concern. Are you sure about this? he thought.

She nodded at him. I told you she was kinky. She's afraid to ask you for what she wants, because she doesn't know how you'd respond. Trust me. Mark your territory and she'll be yours forever. Then she kissed his lips and winked at him. "Go get her, tiger."

Carson looked at Corinne and held out his hand. She smiled and took it, holding it tightly with both hands. Without a word, he started towards his room and she hurried to keep up. As they walked, she could feel the silky material of her bra teasing her taut nipples. At the same time, her panties were moist, and she could feel them hugging and teasing her engorged lips. Knowing she was going to Carson's for dinner this evening and hoping for a lot more, she'd shaved herself bald; Sam had told her that Carson preferred his pussies to be nude or only sparsely covered. She normally trimmed fairly tight for her own preferences, but the sensation of her bare mound rubbing against the smooth fabric of her boy-short panties was driving her crazy. The slow walk with Carson had been romantic, and ordinarily, that would have provoked a reaction on its own. The extra preparations she'd made only added to her horniness.

As they approached the entrance to Carson's bedroom, they could see the soft flickering light of candles burning in his room. Just outside the door, Mila was standing, dressed in a costume she'd devised for this specific scenario. Because she enjoyed submitting to Carson, especially assisting him as he made love to the other women, they'd joked that she was like his 'sex secretary.' Carson hadn't thought much about it until she showed up one night wearing a black crop top that tied in the front, just below her breasts. Accompanying it was a gray microskirt with black pinstripes; it was short enough that it barely covered her mound in the front, and the cheeks of her ass peeked out at the slightest movement. She finished the ensemble with thigh-high black stockings and pointy-black stilettos.

The first time she'd donned this outfit, Carson had had a difficult time keeping his attention on her sister. Eventually, though, he'd worn Mara out and Mila got what she wanted. Whenever she wanted to 'help' him with the other women, this is how Mila let him know.

Before he could speak, Mila bowed her head and said, "Sir, the room is ready, as you requested. I'd like to stay to ensure that all of the needs of you and your guest are satisfied."

Carson thought about it for a second. Ordinarily, he liked for his first time with a lover to be a personal event. His plan for tonight had been just as he'd told Corinne earlier: to make gentle love to her for as long as she wanted. In light of Sam's advice, though, including Mila might enhance the experience for Corinne. A spark of an idea happened, and he rapidly adjusted his plan.

"Very well, My Mila. You may assist me this evening."

She flushed, and her nipples hardened into clearly visible bumps in her top. "Thank you, Sir," she said, her excitement obvious in the husky tenor of her voice.

Carson pulled along Corinne along as he entered the room, calling over his shoulder to Mila, "Come." She followed behind, stopping a few feet away at the end of the bed, motionless and watching him for direction. He could see the excitement shining in her eyes.

Turning his attention to Corinne, he could feel the tension coming off her in waves. Her eyes occasionally darted to look at Mila, and subconsciously, her head dipped toward the floor. Carson had gotten better at recognizing the submissive mannerisms that Mila displayed, and Corinne was displaying some familiar ones.

Walking around her, he studied in silence, as if he were inspecting a side of meat. In reality, he was scanning for her response to his treatment. When he noted the state of her nipples, the delicate flush of her cheeks, and the slightly ragged breathing, he knew he was on the right track. He stopped behind her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he quietly said in her ear, "I've changed my mind. You know I love you. And you say that you love me. So, tonight is not going to be about tender lovemaking. I'm going to take you, possess you." Almost growling, he said, "After tonight, you're mine. If you don't want that, now's the time to say so. So, what's it going to be? Are you leaving now, or do you want to be mine?"

Trembling, at almost a whisper she replied, "Take me...Sir. I want to be yours forever." Carson looked at Mila, who nodded at him in excitement.

He winked at her and said, "My Mila, come here and help me undress My Corinne." She hurried over and stood behind Corinne as Carson moved in front. She couldn't stop herself from hugging Corinne from behind and whispering in her ear, "Welcome Sister. Our Master is magnificent, and he's chosen a beautiful new toy." At her words, Corinne almost collapsed when her knees went weak. As much as she'd longed to be Carson's lover, she'd never have dreamed that he would also be the fulfillment of her fantasy. It was almost more then she could stand, and she longed to tear the clothes from her body.

Tuning into Mila's wavelength, Carson began directing her actions. I want you to undress her slowly for me. Take time to compliment her body. Talk to her and build up her excitement for me. You are going to help me fulfill her fantasy. Having sent his instructions, Carson took a seat in his favorite chair and said, "Unwrap her."

Mila knelt and removed Corinne's shoes. Seeing her toenails painted a deep, candy-apple red, she remarked, "Such pretty toes!" She looked up and said, "They match your skin tone so well, and Sir loves red nails." She stood behind Corinne and turned her to face towards Carson. Dressing somewhere just above casual, Corinne had worn a collarless blouse with flared sleeves over jean shorts. The shirt was a rich blue with black heathering and trim, and a vivid floral pattern along the lower parts of the ¾ length sleeves and the bodice. With a split collar that extended nearly to her belly button held closed only by several buttons, even with a modest bust it was incredibly sexy on Corinne. It was one of her favorite shirts as a result.

Corinne was slender in comparison to the other women of his Pride, and the flaring of the sleeves and bodice gave her a longer, leaner appearance than her mid-5' stature would otherwise suggest. Reaching around, Mila slowly unfastened each button, exposing the black satin bra beneath. Softly, Mila whispered, "Raise your arms." When Corinne did, her blouse was slowly pulled from her body.

If there was an area of concern in her mind about her body, it was that she had a smaller bust than the other women in Carson's life. She hoped that he wasn't too disappointed in what he saw. In her insecurity, Corinne tensed up, and Mila picked up on it. She whispered, "You have nothing to worry about. Sir loves women for who they are, not how big their boobs are. Be proud and display yourself for your master." At this, Corinne's back straightened slightly and she thrust her breasts forward. She chanced a look up to see Carson's response was delighted to see the hunger in his eyes.

"See?" said Mila, softly. "Sir wants you already, and he hasn't even seen all of you." She reached down to unfasten Corinne's shorts, which pressed her own breasts into the back of the smaller woman, causing her to bend forward slightly. Ultimately, Corinne ended up leaning slightly forward, her ass pressed tightly against Mila's pelvis, and Mila's breasts pressing into her back.

Corinne had experimented with girls before, but in this setting, with the man she loved watching, she was tempted to put on a show for him. She wanted him to know that she would do anything he wanted, including making love to a woman. But when she slid her hand onto Mila's thigh, the other woman gently pushed it back to her side. "Sir has not directed me to play with you," she explained gently. Ashamed at taking liberties, Corinne nodded and looked back down at her feet, watching as Mila lowered and removed her shorts.

Standing before Carson, waiting for his judgement while clad only in the bra and boy-shorts that hugged her curves so deliciously, was one of the most erotic moments Corinne could remember. Her nipples ached to be teased and suckled, and her pussy was swollen and ready in her need. She hoped that he didn't wait too much longer before he took her.

"Sir? Your Corinne is so beautiful, don't you think?" asked Mila.

"She's stunning," said Carson, hungrily. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off her, and Corinne flushed at both his praise and the way that he was looking at her.

"Should I continue, Sir?" Mila asked. At his nod, Mila moved her hands to the clasp of Corinne's bra and murmured into her ear. "Sir wants you so much right now. He's struggling to be patient." Corinne looked and immediately saw that Mila was correct. Carson was content to allow his erection to bulge, and while his countenance was one of dispassion, there was an underlying tension there, too. Corinne felt a little like a gazelle being watched by a hungry lion. Releasing the clasp of her bra, Mila drew it from her body, leaving her breasts exposed to Carson's gaze.

Briefly tempted to cover herself, she forced herself to stand proudly, displaying her breasts for her master. "Good girl," Carson said softly, with a smile. Hearing his comment, Corinne flushed anew. Her breasts were smaller than all but maybe Quinn's among the Lionesses, but they were full and round, and sat high on her chest. Her nipples were tiny, little more than pencil erasers, and like the surrounding areola, they were colored a red-brown slightly darker than her skin tone.

Mila walked around Corinne and knelt at her feet, careful to remain out of her master's line of sight. Reaching for the last layer of modesty that Corinne had, Mila was pleased to find them just as soaked as hers would be in this situation. She drew the panties down slowly, the crotch momentarily sticking to the engorged pussy lips they covered. As the suction gave way, a thick strand of lubricant stretched between the shorts and Corinne's pussy. Mila sucked in a breath and said in admiration, "Such a beautiful pussy!" Over her shoulder, she said to Carson, "Your Corinne is very ready for your cock, Sir," as she drew the shorts to the floor and allowed Corinne to step free of them.

Carson stood and looked at Corinne, who was suddenly trembling under his gaze. He stepped to her and reached to raise her eyes to meet his. "Is this true, My Corinne? Do you want me to put my cock in your pussy?"

Her reply was so soft that neither Carson nor Mila heard it. Mila tapped her leg and said, "If you want something, you have to tell Sir."

Corinne was trembling more and a tear came to her eye. Finally, she managed to get out the words that she'd dreamed, but never believed, she'd say to a man. "I belong to you, Sir. My pussy, my ass, my tits—they're all yours. I want you to mark me and make me yours forever."

Carson responded by pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. Corinne's eyes sparkled as she gazed at the magnificent man before her. Unbuttoning his shorts, Carson pushed them and his underwear down to the floor. He took her face in his hands and looked her in the eye. "From this point forward, if you want something, you don't hesitate to tell me. I will never hurt you, because all I ever want to do is bring you pleasure. And especially if I'm doing something good, tell me. Do you promise to be a good girl and let me know what you're thinking?"

For the first time since the evening began, Corinne got a little cheeky. She grinned and said, "That won't be a problem, Sir. I get a little loud in the moment."

"Good," he said with a smile. Reaching down to his hard cock, he scooped a droplet of the slippery fluid collecting at his tip and said, "Say 'ah.'" She did so obediently, sucking his finger deeply into her mouth as he smeared the droplet of pre-cum across her tongue. His senses immediately locked onto her desires and the intensity was overwhelming. She was practically vibrating in her excitement at what he was doing.

Indicating the bed, he said, "On your back, legs spread." Corinne scrambled to comply. Mila nodded approvingly and moved to kneel at the foot of the bed. She didn't stay there for long, though. Once Corinne saw where Mila had gone, she said, "Sir? Can my sister be with us in the bed?"