Nowhere But Up Ch. 02

Sophie quirked an intrigued eyebrow. "Yes, sir," she said and sauntered off. Evan's eyes followed her. That robe didn't quite cover the underside of her ass cheeks. He loved that. Then his eyes turned to Nicole's.

"How well do you know those guys?" he asked.

"Casually. No fucking, but we've all done it in the same rooms together. Plenty of mutual ogling. I mean, they are incubi. They've been gentlemen, except the two you bounced. Glad for that, actually. The rest? I like them well enough. Jeremiah's nice. Tough guy, totally from another world, but he's always good to me. Don't know the other two much." She paused. "Why? What are you thinking?"

Evan's heart kept beating heavily with arousal and anticipation. Now that he'd had the thought, he knew he wouldn't be able to get it out of his head. It didn't matter, he reminded himself. He was in charge. He could do whatever he wanted here. Everyone else was wired to like it. "Something along the lines of 'fuck yes,'" he said, then took her hand. "Come with me?"

"As you wish," Nicole winked.

They turned and walked to a nearby room where he heard the crack of pool balls against one another, knocked and then entered. The guys put their cuesticks down on the table and looked up quietly. "I'm sorry I don't have everyone's names already," said Evan. "Jeremiah, obviously, and...?"

"I'm Chuck," said the good-looking college kid.

"Gary," said the other. His coat and tie were gone now, and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up. He looked about Evan and Nicole's age, maybe a little older.

Evan spotted a tall, upholstered chair in one corner. He moved over to it, glancing at Nicole only once to see a smile of approval before he sat down in it. She stood beside him, one hand casually stroking his bare shoulders but otherwise saying nothing. She seemed to like this role, too.

"So here's the deal, gentlemen," he said. "I'm not into guys. Not even a little bit, not even after taking on whatever I did from Ted. I've got absolutely nothing against guys who are, though. Gay, bi, whichever is fine by me. But the first thing you need to know is that it's just not gonna happen with us."

He saw nods and shrugs. "It's cool," said Jeremiah. "We've got you. We know."

"You don't have to worry about us hitting on you," Gary assured him with a chuckle. "No more than you'd make a pass when you know you'd be shot down, right?"

"Oh, I understand," said Evan. "Like I said, it's fine. Wanted to make it explicit is all. Nothing against you. Just the way it is. There are work-arounds, though. So the question is whether or not you still want your contracts in effect, with all that means. If you want to go, you're free to go, and if you were dependent on Ted somehow I'll help you get free of that. I already made that offer once today. But if you stay, it's all still binding. You do what I say, and I might have a lot to say. Nicole, too. And you stay in contact."

"You belong to Evan," Nicole spoke up. "As much as the rest of us. Total loyalty, total submission."

Evan winced a bit, glancing up to her. "Trying not to be a tease here," he muttered.

"Oh," she grinned mildly. "I thought you were being sexist."

His eyes widened. He looked at Jeremiah, who only laughed. "Shit, you two really are married, ain't you? It's cool, Nicole," he assured her. "We know what it means. We signed before this, too. We get it."

"We still get to be what we are now?" asked Chuck. "Keep what we've got?"

"The effects of the contract, yes," said Evan. "The rest? It depends on what you've got. Madelyne tells me everyone has their own...I dunno, affairs, right? Booty calls, maybe girlfriends or boyfriends or whatever?" He saw nods. "I hate to presume you're doing anything bad, but I've heard a lot about Ted's networking. I'm not okay with just using people. Whoever you're with, be good to 'em. Be decent, and I don't mean you can't get freaky. I'll tell the women that, too, but I figure our conversation's gonna have a quicker turnaround here."

Gary smirked. "So, like before, but kinder and gentler?"

"Yeah, fair enough," said Evan. "I guess I should ask if there's anything you think I should know right off the bat about what you did for Ted, aside from the kinky stuff?"

"I got connections," Jeremiah told him. "Mostly gave Ted info. Got him some stuff. Little intimidation now and then, but nothin' heavy and nobody who wasn't dirty as hell, too. No drugs, no people."

"I'm an attorney with a firm in Century City," spoke up Gary. "Corporate stuff, mostly. I've helped Ted with some stuff before, but it wasn't connected to him. Nothing violent. Not even close."

Chuck just shrugged. "I play ball for SC. Mostly it's just been the sex stuff. Got a couple girlfriends that Ted wanted me to get with. Been keeping some older women happy for him. And I, uh, threw a game once 'cause Ted wanted me to."

"Aw, man," Jeremiah snorted. "That was you? Shit. Prob'ly cost me money."

"That's terrible, Chuck," Evan smirked. "Anyway. You can go if you want, no further questions asked. You can stay, too, but I can't promise you'll hear much from me. Or you might. I don't know. Right now I think it's a question of how little you'll get from me rather than how much, but I can't say."

"I'll stay," said Gary. "I'm not worried about what might happen later. This is too good a deal."

"Yeah. Yeah, me, too," said Chuck.

Jeremiah grinned. "I'm good. If it's no news is good news, I'm good. If it's more than that? I don't wanna freak you out, but I liked obeying," he said, looking and sounding nothing like a man who was anyone's bitch.

"Complete loyalty?" asked Nicole. "No limits? No restrictions?"

Again, the men merely nodded. Gary said, "I'm not too worried about what you might want from us."

Evan nodded. That sense of power, even without the sexual allure, was so good. And with Nicole here, he was still turned on, but only in another direction. Options and naughty thoughts teased at him. "Then it's done," he said. "Chuck, Gary: go see Madelyne. Tell her it's 'option A,' and that I'm also giving you both to her for today as a present. You'll do whatever she wants. She'll at least want you to eat her out, but do anything else she wants. Remember you're there to serve her, not the other way around unless that's how she wants it. When she's done, head out. Any questions?"

"No sir," Chuck replied brightly and immediately headed out.

Gary hesitated, glancing at Nicole and then Jeremiah, who shrugged. "It's not about this," Gary began, "but... I'm married," he explained. "Happily. My wife doesn't know about all this. We're good together. Great sex life. I'm an incubus, right?"

"Hey," said Evan, "if you want to be monogamous with your wife, we'll work it out."

"Ah, no," Gary said. "No, that's not what I want. See, my wife...she and Ted had a thing. She thinks he's my boss, which was basically true. Drove her wild. Good for us together, too. I mean I didn't mind at all as long as I get mine, and I do. I felt like it made up for a lot of this. She doesn't need to know he's dead, but obviously that's over now...but you'll be my boss now."

He pulled out his cellphone and called up a picture of her with a single swipe to show Evan. She was, indeed, an attractive woman. Evan felt stirrings of power and desire together, and he also felt Nicole's fingers gently slip behind his neck and stroke upward encouragingly, or maybe with approval.

"I'm not saying it has to be an elaborate humiliation thing," Gary went on.

"I'm going to fuck your wife, Gary," Evan cut him off flatly. Again, he felt another incredible surge of pleasure as he claimed his power. "I'm going to fuck her whenever I feel like it. All on my terms. I will tell you how it goes down and you'll help make it happen and not say a word to her, and I don't care if it's humiliating or not. I'm fucking her, Gary. Get used to it."

Gary grinned. "Alright, then," he said, looking not at all hurt. He turned to grab his coat and tie and then left to carry out Evan's wishes.

Jeremiah shook his head. "Y'know, long time ago, I'd have called him soft, but hell, this is all about getting off on giving in, right? Even for me."

"We're a sex-positive couple," Nicole replied, subtly pausing in her caresses to give Evan's shoulder an affectionate squeeze the other man wouldn't see.

"So I'm still here," said Jeremiah. "What's the plan for me, boss?"

"You backed me up right from the start," said Evan. "You didn't even know me, but when I tore up those contracts, you didn't blink. And I don't think it was your contract at work, was it?"

"Nah," Jeremiah shook his head. "I followed what you were sayin'. And you didn't judge me when I gave you some context. Truth is, I feel like shit about what I did, but you were cool. Kimiko, too. But the terms you laid down? The shit those guys talked? Man, they never talked like that around me. We were cool. Then you got that out of 'em. I figured you were gonna let all us guys go altogether, but even so, I thought what you did there was righteous. I know the difference between that and the kinky feels."

"That's why I wanted you to hang back," Evan told him, then turned his eyes up to Nicole. If she saw this coming, she gave no hint at all as she looked back at her husband. "I think it's been more than five seconds by now," he pointed out coolly.

Her lip twitched with arousal. She sank low beside the chair. He stopped her. "In front of me," he said. "You'll have to bend over."

Her eyes widened. Now she understood completely. Nicole did as he instructed, and with her back to Jeremiah, she mouthed out the words, "Oh fuck yes," before she slipped his pajama pants down and licked along his shaft. Evan didn't look up, watching her until she claimed his whole length in her mouth with a hungry kiss.

He let her suck him off for a few seconds in silence before he spoke. "Things have been all about me since I woke up today," he said, managing to maintain a more or less level voice for now. "Can't say this will happen again, but..." Rather than looking up at the other man, Evan watched the submissive excitement in his cock-sucking wife's eyes as he sat forward just enough to reach the dangling tie of her silk robe and pull it loose. Then he sat back. "Think she deserves some special treatment, too."

Nicole sucked harder and more lovingly. Evan's eyes fluttered. He knew Jeremiah was behind her, turned just to the side, looking down at her. "Damn, she is fine," he agreed. "This, uh...this ain't some racial shit, is it?"

"What?" Evan managed. Now he was breathing heavy, overwhelmed by the rush of power and the loving mouth that gave him somewhere to focus it. "Not for me, buhhhut...if that's...good for you, y'know? I don't cahhhhare."

"We cool, Nicole?"

"Mm-hhmmmmmh," came her weak but enthusiastic answer. Evan saw only love and wanton lust in her eyes before his own fluttered closed. Somewhere, he heard the clink of a belt buckle and some rustling of clothes, but he didn't care about any of it until Nicole let out a new moan of arousal with her mouth and throat still full of his dick. He looked and saw Jeremiah behind her, naked now, bent over with his hand between the cheeks of her ass to probe her wetness. Then he knelt and put his mouth there, giving Nicole his full attention until she came to her first orgasm.

The other man rose again. He stepped into position, dragging his cock between Nicole's legs to prep both himself and her. Evan's wife and her other partner let out new groans as he sank into her pussy, pushing her up a little on Evan's groin. "I submit," Jeremiah declared breathlessly.

Evan relaxed and enjoyed. Nicole moaned and sucked as she was plowed from behind, never too hard to create a problem for her service of her husband but more than enough to leave her carried away with lust. Evan felt that much from her emotions. He felt her love, but more than that he felt ravenous lust.

Soon, the bucking changed. Jeremiah held her hips steady while increasing his pace, effectively isolating her backside so he wouldn't drive her head into Evan's stomach as he fucked harder. Nicole gasped and eased up on her fellatio as she was driven to orgasm, then renewed it fiercely as Jeremiah's strokes slowed and deepened and he gave out loud moans. Evan came, too, finding that despite the distractions at her backside, Nicole had no problem consuming his release.

A groaning afterglow left Jeremiah on the floor and Nicole relaxing into Evan's lap. The married couple recovered first. Evan found his pajama pants. Nicole collected her robe and put it back on. As the two left, she paused to bend over and give the other man the briefest peck on the lips. "Thank you," she smiled before she and Evan walked out hand in hand.

* * *

Elizabeth became his that night. The Latina rode him in the center of his huge bed, the highlights in her brown hair catching the light as she rocked against him. A black bodice framed her killer figure, leaving her luscious breasts exposed. Black gloves ran up over her elbows. Garters drew the eyes to her pussy—now mounted on his cock—and black fishnet stockings encased the legs that now straddled him.

He'd found her there on the bed when he and Nicole arrived, laid out like a centerfold and beckoning to him. Nicole wordlessly kissed her husband and went off for a long bath. Evan made another beautiful woman his mistress.

The connection wasn't so emotional this time. She liked him, surely, and with his cock buried in her she wordlessly swore her loyalty and submission, but their affection was light. Their desire, though, was all the heavier because of that. They didn't want to be lovers. They wanted to be possessor and possessed. They wanted to fuck.

Their first coupling made her a servant. The second left her addicted to his power. Evan sucked on her breasts and let her hips do the rest. They rode to a third shared orgasm of senseless moans and spasming muscles before she collapsed on him, spent and enslaved and so very grateful.

There would be more. So many more. And yet he wanted so much more of those he already had.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" he murmured.

"If you want me, yes," she breathed.

"Only if it's not a conflict," he told her. "I'm not going anywhere. And I have a lot to do."

"Then maybe," she smiled. "Maybe."

She turned his head to one side to kiss his neck and nibble at his ear. His eyes opened to find Nicole seated in a chair, nude and refreshed, with one hand languidly moving over her blonde pussy between her spread legs. Evan saw patient arousal in her eyes. "How long have you been there?" he asked.

"I honestly don't know," she answered. "But I'll stay here until you're done."

Evan looked up at Elizabeth, ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her, and shared a look of understanding with his new conquest. The hot Latina slipped off of him and slinked away along the bed. "Thank you," she said, first to Evan and again to Nicole. She picked up a black silk robe from a chair and strode out of the bedroom in full pride of what she'd just become.

"You could've kept going," offered Nicole. She sounded serene.

He smiled, still flat on his back. "I want to sleep with you tonight," he told her. "But I should get cleaned up, too."

"Not yet," she said, rising and then crawling to him across the bed on all fours. "Maybe it's dirty, but I like the taste of other women on you. I like the smell. At least, I like it tonight." She slipped her body up against his, kissing him deeply and then nuzzling him with hot desire on her breath. "Smells like power."

They lay together with just enough space to look at one another's bodies with desire and appreciation, reaching out to caress and kiss rather than spooning or cuddling. "Nicole, when the contract starts working on you," Evan asked, "you said it feels like persuasion? Do you feel weak?"

She nodded. "I feel like I'm giving in, yes. The pleasure makes me feel weaker, and the weakness makes me feel more pleasure."

"I feel something different," said Evan. "It's seductive and persuasive and all that, but I feel power. It's fucking amazing."

She listened with interest, though the intimate moment kept their voices quiet. "That makes sense," she said. "It's all about submission and dominance. You're the dom." Her lustful grin returned. "Makes me hot knowing that. Makes all this hotter."

"I know. Little worried I'll go overboard, though."

"I'll think it's hot." Her hand drifted to his cock, stroking it fondly. Her eyes casually alternated between looking back at his and looking at his tool. "Like I said, you've got adult consent. Anything else? Break those taboos. Break them and enjoy it."

"Broke a couple today," he chuckled.

"Yeah, we did. That was so sweet of you to give me another guy, Evan. That wasn't my first threesome, but it was my first with my husband. It was dirty and hot and I felt like a complete slut, and it was also sweet to give me that. And what you gave Madelyne, too." She paused. "Why'd you do it?"

"I wanted this to be over the top for you, too. Maybe it'll happen again. Maybe not. I don't know how comfortable I am about it. No regrets about today, that was awesome, but in the future?" he shrugged. "I'm torn between being your only man and letting you and the others have those guys as stunt cocks. Or letting you all run wild altogether."

She shook her head. "Whatever you decide. Even if it's back and forth."

"Yeah, I know," he agreed, grinning. "That's what makes it feel okay. I'm not worried about losing you. Hell, sharing you only made me feel more possessive." His hand drifted between her legs as she kept stroking him. Fingers found their way to her lips, finding them readily wet as she always seemed to be. Nicole's breath deepened in appreciation, but the couple seemed less inclined to get frenzied right now. This was all just intimate affection.

"I felt that way about it," smiled Nicole. "I'm yours to use. I also feel privileged. That was so hot. Y'know, though, what was just as hot was you saying you'd fuck Gary's wife. That was only words, but the way you decided it? No checking with me, no negotiating with him. Bam. She's your bitch now. Good as done. That turned me on.

"You're not limited to contracts and succubi. You just have to be gentler with normal people. Play by the regular rules. But for people like us, that's so easy. I hope you do his wife and more. I hope you do a lot of that."

"Oh, I don't think I can resist now. Not anymore. But I hope we can still be husband and wife sometimes, too. Quiet moments. Shopping. Go out like normal people. Even if I've got this huge urge to fuck you in public like a whore in heat."

Her eyes sparkled. "All of the above," she said. "You dominate me now. It's hotter than anything I've ever had. And I've got my sweet husband back, too."

"You never really lost him," said Evan. He rolled away from her, pulling his cell phone from the nightstand. He cuddled up to her again, opening up the photo album and flipping through to a pic from several months ago.

She recognized the gas station, the scrub plants along dry hills and the sign for the 5 Freeway. She also recognized the unshaven, good-looking man in the selfie. His cardboard sign read, "Asshole demons made off with my wife. Please aid my quest."

Nicole laughed. "You didn't!"

"Hey, I picked up a lot of money with that sign."

She giggled more, though tears came to her eyes. She covered her mouth. "You never gave up on me."

"Hey now. You're not my damsel in distress. Remember?"

"No," she sniffled. "But I'm all yours."