Nowhere But Up Ch. 03

She tried to find words, but while her mouth moved, not much came out but heavy breath and perhaps an almost inaudible whimper. Ted could do that to her, but he didn't talk to her like this. Seven years on the force, a black belt, shooting trophies, and a flawless record of wins in street confrontations meant that Holly couldn't be pushed around by anyone. Anyone except for the one man who could talk her down to her knees, and she loved that so much she'd suck his cock with abandon in gratitude. He could push her around. He could push her around and make her a whore and she loved it more than anything. It made her come alive with pleasure.

This stranger had that same effect on her now. She could feel her legs tremble, the strength drain from her shoulders, the heaviness of her breasts under her uniform shirt and the wetting of her sex as her body made her ready to be taken. But he did things to her, just by speaking and looking in her eyes, that his predecessor never did. Her pleasure no longer came with guilt or the fear of discovery. She still felt dirty, but in a way that she wanted to share. She felt warmth.

"Do I have to go?" she asked quietly.

Evan smiled, stepping in closer. "No. You can stay. I'd really like that." She felt his hand on hers, gently, but sliding up her wrist and seeming to leave an electric trail in its wake that hooked right back around to go the rest of the way up her arm and then into her center. "I'll never hurt you. But it's the same contract. You're going to be mine. I'm going to use you and fuck you all I want. You're going to be my willing slut, Holly."

She stared at him as he came in close enough to kiss. She didn't move. Couldn't move. "Promise?" she breathed weakly.

"Madelyne," he said, never taking his eyes from hers, "would you mind?"

Holly only saw Madelyne in her peripheral vision. Unable to break her gaze from Evan, she stayed still, even when he looked down, as she felt him unfasten the buckle of her Sam Brown belt and drop it through the open window of the patrol car behind her. Madelyne did something close by, right behind Evan. It was only when he started on Holly's second belt—the simple one that went through the belt loops of her pants—that she could look down.

Madelyne had taken his pajama pants. She walked back to the house carrying them. He was naked and erect and undressing her out here in the open. Holly trembled with arousal and anticipation as he opened up her pants and slipped them down. He helped her step out of the fabric one leg at a time, tugging to get it over her shoes and thankfully making short work of it. His hands trailed up bared thighs as he stood up straight again, causing more tremors inside her and drawing her eyes back to his. Again, she saw the massive tool between his legs and found it impossible to look away.

"You belong to me now, Holly," he said. She nodded and whimpered again with need. "How much time do you have?"

"Mmh?" she replied. The head of his cock was so close to her sex. So close. She could be free of Ted, and have a new start with all the same pleasures from a kinder man if that cock would just...

"When will someone wonder where you are?"

"I have..." she swallowed. Breathed hard. Looked up at him only when he gently touched her chin to guide her eyes back up to his. She found him grinning. He liked that she stared. She felt safe here with her lust. With her corruption. With him. "I have a while," she managed. "Maybe an hour. Maybe less...sir?"

"Call me Evan," he said, and then backed her up onto the car. She spread her legs without even thinking about it as her butt came against the hood. "You're mine now, Holly."

"Oooooohhh!" she yelled out in relief and rapture as that cock invaded her. Her eyes fluttered as she looked at him again, awed by the pleasure he thrust into her, and then followed his cues and laid back against the hood of the car.

Evan stripped her of her shirt and body armor as he fucked her. He stripped her of resistance, regret, and past loyalties, too. The hell with that other guy. She liked this better already. Her mind slipped into a state of blissful submission, willing to do anything for this man and this cock inside her.

"You're a beautiful woman, Holly," Evan told her as he fucked and filled her with ecstasy. Again, she felt a pang of joy in her heart while the rest of her felt so gloriously fucking dirty. She knew she'd do anything he wanted. He could do anything he wanted to her, too. Could and would.

"Yours," she whimpered.

"I've never had a cop before," he breathed.

"Oh god!" she moaned, falling further into submissive bliss with the possessive layers of that comment.

She felt his hands all over her body throughout their long first fuck, exploring and claiming her hips, her belly, her breasts encased in a simple sports bra. Somehow she felt hot as hell even in that, knowing it turned him on madly, but wanting to wear something much sexier for him. Something more feminine and prettier. Less cop, more romantic. She knew he'd love that. She knew he'd come to love her.

New emotions flowed through her, touching her own and intermingling as intimately as Evan touched her body. Holly's eyes flared open at this incredible new pleasure. She could just barely touch his emotions and he could reach hers. She felt his warmth, his lust, his generosity, and his sexual power. She knew his dirty joy of taking a cop on the hood of her car, but also his interest and attraction for the woman she must be to wear that uniform and for the strength he could clearly sense in her. The rush of vulnerability and understanding sent her straight into a moaning, wailing orgasm. Holly spasmed and shook on the car, begging with unsteady notes but no sensible words for more.

Holly cried out again when she felt him blow inside her, filling her with such a trembling, physical rush that it renewed her own climax. Holly came hard, melting inside and out as Evan conquered her.

She felt him tremble as the afterglow took over. Holly drew him close, wanting to please him. She longed for further intimacy. As if reading her mind, he offered the chance: "What made you sign?" he asked. "Did you want him?"

She could feel her breath bounce back as she exhaled against his neck. He smelled so good. "I wanted to be this. To have this. It wasn't him so much as...I wanted sex. Crazy, slutty sex. That's hard to manage with my life. With my career. It's hard to have both. One scandal and you're gone. Ted...gave me the chance to control it. Have my cake and eat it, too."

Evan's hands roamed. She loved the touch of his fingers against the sides of her breasts. "Then I won't take that away from you," he said.

Holly felt an overwhelming need to serve. Sweetly, Holly turned him around to lie against the hood. "Relax," she told him softly, weak with pleasure herself but needing no particular strength for this. Holly slipped between his legs and took his big cock in her hand and then her mouth, watching him adoringly as he let his head fall back to enjoy her service.

His new mistress made a point of cleaning him off, but that was secondary to her purpose. All she really wanted was to give him pleasure. Pleasure and devotion. Hearing his breathless words and seeing him immobilized was gratitude enough. The contract rewarded her in kind.

"We're gonna be a thing, aren't we?" he asked with obvious appreciation. "We're gonna be more than just occasional partners?"

Holly lustfully bobbed up and down on his cock, then paused. "We're whatever you want us to be," she told him, though in her heart, she knew what he meant. This felt more like the first time going all the way after romantic dates rather than purely casual sex. She'd be more than one of his sluts...though she would definitely be that, too. She made that perfectly clear as her oral service continued on until he was reduced to moans and dirty whispers, culminating in a new rush of sweet fluid that went entirely down Holly's lustful, loyal throat.

When he sat up again, he gathered her into his arms. His hands roamed her body once more. She loved every second of it. She belonged to him now. "I'll take care of Joel for you," she told him. "It's no problem at all."

"Anything you need from me?" asked Evan. "We took his gun, so he doesn't have that. Dunno if he's got others. He said he'd taken people out for Ted. Ugly stuff before Ted, too..."

"Then I'll take care of him and I won't even feel bad about it," assured Holly. "Can I get the gun? That might help. This is what I do here. Besides this, I mean," she added, stroking his somewhat softer but still large and erect cock. "I make problems go away. Police stuff, anyway."

"Anything dangerous? Serious crimes?"

She shook her head. "Mostly keeping watch and steering away trouble. Nothing heinous." Her eyes seemed to glitter as she stroked his cock. "I think I got a sense of what you want. Don't worry. I'm a dirty girl, but I'm not that kind of dirty. I'm your kind of dirty." She kissed him fondly. "I'm kind of the nexus to Te—to your connections on the force. Some higher up than me, others below."

"Mmm. How dirty is that?"

Only now did Holly blush. "It's more sex scandal than anything else. I've seduced some people. Gone all the way with some, teasing others along. I take a lot of pride in not fucking my way through my career," she explained, understandably feeling the need to justify. "It's been more because I was asked to do it. It's been fun. Dirty fun. Haven't really abused anyone's power, though. Not yet. It's...well, I'd definitely get fired for any of this, but I wouldn't go to jail. Is that a problem?"

"Maybe scale that back the sex until I figure out how I feel about that? Unless you actually like them," he grinned. "I'm still trying to decide how I feel about my women with other men. For now, you shouldn't feel like you have to fuck anyone you don't actually want, but otherwise have a ball."

She mirrored his grin. "Gladly."

"You're welcome here anytime," he told her. "Can't say what will be going on, but I'm happy to have you here. And I need to know how to get hold of you."

"Definitely. I can be here tonight after my shift?"

"I'd like that, but I don't know what happens tonight. I've got a lot to do. I want more of you, I'm just not sure I'll have the time."

"You mean a lot of women to do," Holly grinned. "I know I'm one of many. It's never a waste of time. Being available feels good. I can play with the others here, too, right?"

Evan's grin widened. "Dress code here is lingerie or less," he told her. "Although you can always wear your uniform."

She kissed him hotly again. "I'm gonna have to get going," Holly warned, but then sank down between his legs once more. Her lips and tongue favored his cock with another kiss. "Soon."

Her new master laid back down and let her resume her service.

* * *

Evan staggered naked and happy back into the house, after he retrieved the gun for Holly and then affectionately helped her get herself back together. The spark between them did as much to make him happy as the blissfully drained feeling in his nuts. That last bit could apparently vanish in a seconds now given his supernatural virility, but it felt good while it lasted. So did his time with Holly. He felt very much like he'd just acquired a new girlfriend on top of the other labels she'd accepted.

The big house was still quiet. He didn't blame anyone for sleeping in.

He found the pajama pants on a shelf in the foyer. Madelyne had left them there for him. He thought less of the pants and more of her as he picked them up. As if waiting for that thought, he heard Madelyne's cool, confident voice: "Nicole's right. Those seem silly now." He looked up to see her at the mouth of the hallway leading to the living room, leaning up against one corner with her arms folded under her ample breasts. "I can see wearing something outside, I suppose, but you hardly need them in here with us."

"You're still clothed," Evan observed with a grin.

With a warm, seductive smile, Madelyne stood straight and slipped out of her sundress in front of him, letting it pool around her feet on the floor to reveal her incredible curves and flawless, well-tanned skin. She stepped out of the dress and into his arms, freely reaching up to his shoulder with one hand and down his belly with the other to caress his still-hard cock. Her fingers slid across his groin as they kissed hungrily.

He loved this more than he could articulate: going from one beautiful woman directly to another, each eager to please, each of them touching him and speaking to him with undisguised desire. Madelyne, in particular, intoxicated him. He groped her possessively, his hands freely taking her ass, her hips, her breasts.

Possessive feelings thrilled him as much as her beauty. Because of her beauty, perhaps. Evan devoured her kiss as she kept stroking him. She wanted so much to please his cock, wanted to endlessly prove her devotion. He couldn't deny her, but he wanted to reward her, too. He wondered what room they could use...and reminded himself that this house and everyone in it was already his. He could do what he wanted.

"Still more to talk about?" he murmured against her lips.

"Mm-hmm," she pleaded as his fingers reciprocated her attention to his groin. Madelyne was already wonderfully soaked.

"Okay. But our pleasure comes first." He saw her eyes flash with hope and gratitude, but only for a moment. In the next instant, he turned her around in place and bent her over at the waist. Cooperative, excited breaths escaped her lungs as his hard cock slipped in between her legs. He teased her lips, wetting his shaft and exciting her further. He hardly needed the preparation given how slick she already was, but he saw no reason to force things. Soon enough, Madelyne spread her legs wider for him, signaling her readiness to be taken.

"Mmmuuuooohhhyeah," she moaned loudly, savoring that first long moment of penetration. She pushed back against him, wanting every bit of his length inside her. Evan loved it. The look and feel of her perfectly tanned, perfectly shaped ass against his groin as her pussy engulfed his cock drove him wild.

She was shorter than his wife, curvier, and every bit as completely perfect. Evan took hold of one shoulder and one hip and fucked her selfishly, reveling in the sweet embrace of her silky-slick cunt along every bit of his enhanced shaft.

Her devotion soared. He could feel that as their rutting brought their emotions together. Madelyne tried to stifle her moans after the first, but her feelings were already out of control. He drank that in, too, his heart pounding as their empathic contact quickly matched the ecstasy of their primal, needful fucking. "No holding back," Evan murmured as she bounced against him. "Give in."

"Ooooh!" Madelyne cried out. His groin fiercely and steadily slapped against her ass, punctuating her vocal appreciation as he drilled her. Her cries seemed likely to wake the rest of the house, but with her master granting this release, she couldn't help it. He could sense her feelings, but she still put them into words. "I love you, Evan," she nearly wept with pleasure. "I'm your whore. Oh god I love you."

Her declaration prompted a meltdown. Madelyne's taut muscles flexed and her whole body seemed to vibrate as orgasm overtook her, running through her so hard that she couldn't cry out at all. Evan slowed to enjoy the sensation and almost immediately found himself overtaken as well. The tight pussy that now claimed his cock quivered uncontrollably, treating him to incredible sensations from shaft to base as her fluids bathed his length and splashed around their union.

Evan couldn't hold back. It was as if the multi-orgasmic joy he shared with Holly had been days ago. Suddenly an ecstasy-inducing torrent of cum flooded Madelyne's womb. He knew it made her feel even better than before. He felt it in her body's reactions and in her emotions. More sex magic, he understood. Even his cum was a reward to his servants...and a conveyance for their bond.

She felt incredibly good. Her emotions came without words, of course, but he felt her love. He felt her total submission, and the joy that brought her, too. And despite the lack of words with her feelings, he understood their dynamic on a primal level of master and servant...or master and whore. That word, he somehow knew, carried a deep, intimate resonance. She wanted to be - and now was - his lover and his whore.

As her tremors subsided but the delirium of pleasure remained, Evan wrapped one arm around her waist and another under her breasts so he could scoop her up and kiss her neck without breaking their intercourse. He could easily have lifted her before the power he'd claimed made him stronger and fitter than he'd ever been in his life. Now lifting her was almost effortless. Their mixed cum dribbled out of her, down his balls and legs and also straight to the floor, but neither of them cared, still given over to the blissful connection of possessor and possessed. "I love you, Madelyne," he said to her.

He'd felt much the same blend of emotional reactions from the others, he realized, though it wasn't as strong before. Yet he'd definitely felt this with his wife...who now stood leaning on the banister at the bottom of the stairs, naked and smiling. She hadn't brushed her hair yet, or likely showered, but she beamed with natural beauty.

"This," she said, "is exactly what I hoped I'd wake up to."

"Whuh?" Madelyne managed, still impaled on Evan's cock.

"Ssshh." Nicole stepped in close, gently stroked Madelyne's jaw, winked at Evan, and sank to her knees.

She was only there for a moment, but Evan felt her tongue along his balls and the very base of his cock. Madelyne shuddered with delight as Nicole kissed and licked the lips of her cock-stuffed pussy. The blonde didn't stay long. Her enticing point was made. Still, it felt incredible.

"I like the taste of you two together," said Nicole. She rose again and kissed Madelyne on the lips, softly but deeply, eliciting more grateful noises. When their lips parted, Nicole placed one hand on her husband's shoulder. "Sophie has breakfast together in the kitchen," she said, and glanced at Madelyne again. "When you're ready. No rush at all. Oh, and don't bother about the mess. We have a daily maid service. They're all kinda hot, too." With that, she walked down the hall, treating Evan to the lovely sight of the natural sway of her naked ass.

"Oh my god," Madelyne breathed.

"I know, right?"

Evan set her down gently without letting go, knowing how her legs still shook and her head still swam. She sank gratefully into his embrace. "Thank you, Evan," she said. "I think I may...I may need a minute before I can walk."

One of his hands encircled her thigh right below her ass, pulling her leg up over her hip. "Who says we're done out here yet?" he asked as he scooped her up off her feet once more.

* * *

Breakfast was good, but the cook was delicious.

As soon as they were finished, Evan brought Sophie over to the nearest couch in the living room next to the kitchen to fully claim her. Nicole and Madelyne accompanied them, taking up spots to the new couple's either side to enhance the experience. Even after the deed was done, Evan kept all three near, reclining on a couch that seemed designed for decadent sex while Sophie slowly rode him in an aimless, luxurious fuck.

They willfully skipped any "interviewing." He still knew little about her than their empathic brush and her physical side, but that seemed to be a fun approach for both. Evan loved her full-bodied figure, her flawless white skin and her icy blue eyes. He loved the complete, joyful abandon with which she served him, happy to fuck on the couch in front of anyone who might walk by. He also loved her ample breasts, which frequently brushed against his chest and his cheeks as she slowly rocked back and forth in his lap with her big, beautiful ass filling his hands.