Nowhere But Up Ch. 03

Finished up, Evan snuck back into the bedroom. He threw on those simple pajama pants again, paused for another admiring look at his wife, and then slipped out into the hall. Quietly closing the door behind him, Evan figured he probably wouldn't find anyone else awake yet. He was, however, vaguely hungry and curious about the house.

His house. He understood that intellectually, and he felt a sense of security here if not yet actual ownership. That would come in time, he figured. For now, he'd remind himself that it was his house.

With the door shut, Evan turned to his right, where the hallway led to a balcony overlooking the foyer and the tall windows showing the front patio. On that balcony in front of the stairs was a plush loveseat, and on that loveseat he saw Madelyne. She sat up as he looked at her, clad in one of those short robes again, with several papers in hand. She set aside her reading as he walked over.

He could feel the electricity between them as he came closer. "How long have you been out here?" he asked. "You know you don't have to wait for me, right?"

"I never assumed otherwise," the tanned, voluptuous beauty nodded. Her eyes held endless sexual confidence. "It's not obligation. I've only been here a few minutes, though. I was already awake and I wanted to be close when you woke up."

"Something to talk about?"

"Many things. Also the urge to serve," she said without the least bit of shyness or shame.

It knocked the breath out of him. Evan stepped a little closer, bending low while raising her chin with one finger. "You have me completely blown away," he said. "You know that, right?"

He saw signs of her arousal as well: heavier breath, wet lips, sparkling eyes. "You have me," she countered. "Completely."

Evan kissed her, gently at first, but once again falling deeper into her touch. Madelyne's hands reached for his shoulders, but then roamed down his chest as their tongues explored and their lips devoured. Soon, though, Evan felt her hand at his groin. "May I?" she breathed against his mouth.

A grin played at his lips. "You said we have to talk. Is any of it urgent?"

"All of it seems urgent. So does this," she said, now stroking his shaft through his pants.

"Nicole said the same thing," he murmured against her neck. "Twenty things all seem like they should be first priority, she said."

"Yes." The hand squeezed his cock. "Twenty-one."

"How urgent?"

"Some things we should talk about before the morning is over. Some things we should address today. Your wealth, your servants, your power. I don't think the scope of it has sunk in for you yet."

"I get that it's a lot. Need to do something good with it. I can't just sit on all this. Gotta turn it to a good cause"

"Nicole warned me you'd feel that way," she teased. "That's fine, but you must also indulge, and you must do so deeply. That's another of our topics. Evan, I so love your sensibilities. I love that you are so unselfish and warm. I can't tell you how much. But you are now at the center of a closed circle, where the rules are all different. Things that would offend people outside the circle will cause great pleasure for those of us on the inside." Her stroking continued. Her eyes drifted down to her working hands. "We need to talk...but you also need to indulge."

"As long as the cops aren't on their way and nothing's about to explode," he decided, "maybe we can do a little of both?"

Madelyne wasted no time, slipping his pants low to free his stiff erection and then taking it in her hand. She leaned in to stroke the side of his cock with her cheek and her lips as she worked him, staring up at him the whole time. His breath caught with pleasure, and he groaned as she quickly escalated to kissing and then enveloping the head of his cock with her mouth.

Much as with Nicole, the first moments of penetration—this time of her mouth rather than her pussy—gave him fleeting but distinct emotional impressions. He felt a sense of that inner confidence on display at every moment...except in this moment of union, he could feel her deep urge to please and serve, too. Above all that, he gained a sense of ever growing affection and loyalty.

She felt much of the latter from him, too. He could tell that in her eyes and the slight moan she released as she took him in deeper.

His breath grew heavy. Nicole wanted this. She'd even addressed this with Madelyne, specifically. What the hell, he decided. "We're falling for each other, aren't we?" he whispered breathlessly.

"Mm-hmh," Madelyne whimpered. He detected and felt a note of helplessness, but it was a joyful one.

"We can talk...?" Evan's eyes fluttered. She was incredibly good at this. "We can talk without stopping entirely, right?"

He saw the grin in her eyes before her mouth released his cock to let her lips spread. She didn't let up on her slow, reverent strokes. "As you wish," she told him with a wink. "We do have much to talk about. Much more than just you and I. That would be my favorite subject, though," she added, favoring his cockhead with another kiss. "But we need to focus on you first. The topic of you and I will come in time. Like you said, there are many first priorities."

"Like Nicole said, actually," he corrected. "Let's pick something that feels good and go from there?"

Madelyne grinned. "You two had a good night together?"

He nodded. The question reminded him of Nicole's urging for him to open his heart along with his lust. Apparently Madelyne was of much the same mind. "Feels like we're stronger than now."

"That's wonderful. I'm also grateful for what you gave me last night. Gary and Chuck served me very well. You didn't have to be so generous. You had other options."

"You deserved it. I don't regret anything." He grinned a little. "Gary was pretty quick to offer one of those other options we talked about, too."

Madelyne's eyebrow rose. "Only Gary?"

"What do you mean?"

She stayed in her seat, still lovingly stroking and fondling his cock and caressing the rest of him, but she leaned back a bit to focus on their conversation. "You have that freedom with all of us."

Evan shrugged. "He volunteered it."

"No. Evan... This is one of the things we need to talk about. It gets to the nature of your power, and the contracts. I've been reading some of them in greater detail, along with some of Ted's notes and things he told me in the past. This may all seem darker and a little more...deviant than we first thought, but remember, it is all consensual.

"I've realized your pleasure is more critical to all of this than I initially understood. It's not simply the benefit of your side of the contract. Your pleasure is key to the cycle of power. Someone must be at the receiving end of this equation for the whole arrangement to work. Evan, you don't simply have the option to take advantage of us. It's part of the magic. You must indulge to continue this power, and you must indulge deeply. Prioritizing your pleasure is everyone's best interest, including yours."

She paused to let it sink in, and favored his cock with more attention from her mouth while he considered her words. "There are already so many contracts. How...how am I supposed to keep up?"

"You don't have to spread yourself thin. It's our role to serve and your role to enjoy. That's how it works. As long as you're enjoying, everything holds up. Ted's notes say that when he neglected his indulgence to further schemes of power, things began to fray for everyone. He didn't need to keep a tight rotation of his servants, though. Merely to make full personal use. Yet simple, quick satisfaction isn't enough. You can't treat it like a chore or an obligation, even if it's a pleasant one. You have to immerse yourself. You may need to open yourself to deeper and darker pleasures than you would have truly desired before now.

"You're a kind, humble person. You look at everyone as equals. All this may seem counterintuitive to you because of that. I saw it in how you spoke to everyone yesterday. You're starting to feel your power, but you're also hesitant because it goes against your nature. It's okay to let go, Evan. It's better than okay. You give us great pleasure when you dominate, when you control, when you take. Think of this as a fetish for us. You don't have to be cruel, but you should know your power for what it is. What may seem like arrogance to you is an incredible turn-on for us."

"That sounds crazy," said Evan. "I get all the benefit and you give all the service. I mean even with the rewards, y'know?"

"Evan...if you knew the pleasure I experience through all this, you wouldn't feel a shred of doubt or guilt about taking whatever you want. You wouldn't hesitate. It's like that for all of us. We want to serve.

"You know the contract rewards submission. The deeper the submission, the greater the reward. That's why I'm surprised only Gary offered the 'other option.' Perhaps Ted hasn't pursued it as much in recent years, but... Depending on how you handle it, outright cuckolding may be your best option to bind the men in your service. It will grant your servants intense, profound pleasure."

Evan's eyes went wide. Part of him was alarmed. Another part, to his shock, was instantly intrigued. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not talking about the crazy stuff you see in porn. You wouldn't be taking over for an impotent husband. Don't forget that your incubi are as sexually potent as your succubi. They have no trouble finding or satisfying new partners. That's the whole reason most of us signed. But remember, these are men who are already inclined to submit to you. It's not out of weakness. You've met three of them already, and they aren't weak. They simply accept their kinks. The contract rewards their submission, and they must find some way to serve.

"As long as you allow them release, then enjoying their women may be the most generous way to include them, bind them, and reward them. I've been a part of such things in the past. An incubi spun up by such a moment is a joy to fuck. Let one of them have their woman back after you're done with her and...well, no one will doubt your primacy, but she'll be straight back into heaven once her regular man gets hold of her again."

He listened with building desire, but also a sense of foreboding. And damn if that didn't feel good in its own ominous way, too. "And their lovers will just go along with it?"

"Our power as succubi and incubi is imprinted with our submission to you. If one of your servants has seduced them, you have seduced them. I have never seen a servant's lover offer the slightest resistance to the master. On a primal level, they recognize that same power that enthralls them. They recognize that it is even greater, and they are drawn to it. Again, it's all a matter of pleasure and consent, but it's irresistible. What you do with that is up to you."

Again, she treated him to the pleasures of her mouth. His eyes fluttered as he enjoyed her service, as well as the disturbing appeal of her suggestion. "I dunno...like you said, it's...I've seen this as crazy internet stuff. Always seems like a lot of trolling to me. Someone's crazy fantasies. Seems kind of harsh, too."

"Mmmm," she moaned on his cock. "Three things. First, your power is derived from exactly these sorts of fantasies. I think the reason you feel so much better than Ted is that he was made of fantasy while you're real. You and I both know that 'alpha male' stuff is bullshit, but here you are. This isn't evolution or social norms. This is magic. Second, you must establish some sort of sexual connection with all your servants, and you must be dominant. It's fine if you don't want to actually fuck the incubi. Surrogacy fulfills both those needs. This particular sort of surrogacy would go even further."

More licks and kisses along his cock. More temptation. "You said three things?" he huffed. "What's number three?"

Madelyne smiled. "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it."

Evan laughed. She kept sucking until another question came from his lips. "You said darker. Deviant. How much are we talking?"

"To be a succubus or an incubus is to be freed from inhibitions. Consent is a critical requirement, but beyond that? Societal boundaries and taboos become enticements. Many of us immediately use our new enhancements for sinful pleasures."

More of that mouth. She felt so good. "You must allow yourself, Evan. You must allow yourself to claim us. You must let yourself possess us and accept all the pleasures that offers, or this whole arrangement will weaken."

"What...what kind of...?" He moaned. Wanted to thank her while she deep-throated him. Brought his hands to her head, gently but firmly taking hold of her hair and keeping her in place. His eyes fluttered open again, and then a sight outside the window pulled him far enough out of his rapture to think. "Why is there a cop car pulling up outside?" he asked, gently guiding Madelyne's mouth off his cock.

Madelyne's eyes widened. She looked over her shoulder, surprised at first, and then turned back to him with a wicked grin. "I think that may be another chance for me to serve and for you to enjoy, if you're willing to follow my lead?"

* * *

Holly drove straight to the house, feeling a mixture of eagerness, hunger, and concern. This could be a chance to please him. He might even favor her with the chance to serve, a possibility which kept that pleasure between her legs alive. Yet she also wondered what might have actually happened to bring this call on. Copeland caught it, and made sure it went through their special protocols. This wasn't the only house the department considered to be a special case, but the others had concerns like celebrity hassles to manage. The residents of this house were simply privileged. Again, Holly couldn't deny the urge to maintain that privilege. She was a linchpin in keeping this house on the list of "special handling," and so well rewarded for it.

In all other matters, Holly played by the book. She was a solid cop. Even now, it wasn't like she'd cover up a murder or other serious crime. She'd drawn that line long ago. Short of that, she couldn't help but admit to herself that this one small bit of corruption felt exhilarating. The rewards she received meant everything to her.

She keyed in the code at the gate and pulled up to the driveway, thrilling at the naughtiness of it all. Any other residential visit would require a buzz and invitation to come in. Here, she had standing instructions to bypass all that if she was alone. She wished she could be here more. As Holly steered along the curve that led toward the front of the house, bringing her patrol car out of view from the street, she noted the other cars present in front of the garage. The Explorer matched the one from the call. She tried to put aside her arousal and hopes for some playtime on the clock. Naughty slut brain had to take a back seat for the moment. She needed her cop brain for this.

Outside of her car, Holly took a quick walk around the Explorer to look for anything suspicious. Then she walked to the front entrance. Before she got there, Madelyne stepped out, wearing a simple red sun dress. It was the sort of thing that could be easily thrown off, exactly the way their master liked it. Holly appreciated Madelyne's beauty and magnetism enough that she, too, prodded Holly's arousal. The other woman left the door open as she walked out, meeting Holly back at her car.

"Morning," said Holly with a smirk. Hard to know how to greet someone you've eaten out more than you've spoken to, she thought. She pulled off her sunglasses to look at Madelyne with blue eyes, showing off her own lovely face. She wouldn't mind more time with Ted's eldest servant.

"Holly," said Madelyne. "What's up? Here on business?"

"Yeah. We got a complaint from someone saying he'd been thrown out of a party here yesterday afternoon. By force, he said, and he'd been prevented from taking his Explorer. And from the sound of things, it's Joel. I got sent out here to look into it quietly. Did something happen with Joel yesterday? You know what's going on?"

"Yes. Quite a bit in the last few days, actually. I'm sorry I haven't called you. I couldn't get your number."

Holly frowned curiously. "Ted's got my number. He knows who to call if he can't get through directly."

"That's one of the problems." She paused. "I figured it's better to talk to you out here instead of inside. This will be a big shock regardless. I don't know how you'll take all this, but I...we thought inside, you might feel pressured or ambushed."

"Madelyne, what's going on?"

The other woman looked to the open door. "Evan?" she called.

He walked out, six feet tall and nicely cut, wearing only a pair of black flannel pajama pants. Holly's breath went heavy instantly as her body felt awash in arousal. She didn't understand it. She only ever experienced that sort of immediate reaction in the presence of one man, and while she certainly liked this guy's face and his short brown hair, he wasn't that man.

"Holly?" he greeted with a friendly smile. His eyes hinted at some awkwardness, but also obvious interest. Holly wanted more of that interest. "I'm Evan. I'm Nicole's husband."

The lovely officer blinked. "Right. New slu—er, girl, sorry," she corrected. Her brow knit thoughtfully. The only two encounters she'd had with Ted's current favorite cut straight to debauchery and fucking, so she didn't know her much at all outside that context. She'd been told Nicole's ex-husband was some complete loser. This guy didn't look anything like she imagined. Nor did she think Ted would put up with him here. Why did he make her feel like this?

"Joel called in a complaint and reported his truck stolen," Madelyne explained to him.

"Oh." Evan grinned with guilty humor. "Maybe I should've thought that through better."

"Holly can fix it," said Madelyne, "assuming she stays."

"Assuming I stay?" Holly blinked again, and then repeated her question: "What's going on?"

"Holly, I want you to know that you're completely safe here," said Evan. It seemed a silly thing to say, or should have, but she found it somehow enthralling, reassuring, and even appealing. "Ted's gone. He's gone forever." Her eyes widened. She was rooted in place, silently watching and listening. "I don't know if you know this, but Ted was a monster. Not just a demon or a spirit, but a monster. He destroyed my life to get Nicole. He took everything. I couldn't even get back on my feet and move on if I'd wanted to. It was him or me. I destroyed him a few nights ago."

Holly's jaw dropped. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know why, instead of outrage or even denial, she felt suddenly weak. She didn't understand the heat gathering between her legs.

"I'm taking everything he had," Evan continued on with maddening warmth and patience. "The house, the wealth, all of it. So far, all of his servants that I've met have submitted and I've taken them, too. The only ones I haven't taken were Joel and Aidan. They were awful people, Holly. Violent crime stuff. They admitted to it. I tore up their contracts and threw 'em out of here."

"Wh...when?"

"Yesterday."

She looked to Madelyne, who nodded. "It's all true. You knew Ted could be a bad, but you didn't know of his evil. He didn't want to push you too far. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before. The contract prevented it." She gave Holly a moment more to process that. "Evan has taken me, and Nicole, and others. We are his now."

"Holly, if you want to go, that's fine," said Evan. "No hard feelings. No retaliation. You've never done anything to hurt people for Ted, right?" She shook her head numbly. "Yeah, that's what Madelyne said. I don't worry about the rest. You're safe from me, from us, whether you go or you stay. If Ted had any kind of leverage on you, we'll fix it."