Paradise Found Ch. 06

"Can I do anything else for you, Miss Pierce?"

It had been abundantly clear to me that he had developed a hopeless crush on me approximately 7 seconds into his interview. Worse, I knew he would gladly do anything I asked, so it made the temptation to be something other than boss and subordinate with him that much more real.

But this was another of my daily trials: to keep this sweet young man close, yet resist him. To prove to myself that my will was strong; women were not all animals, thralls to their base instinctual urges.

Deliberately taking a large sip of the burning liquid, the pain on my palette snapped me out of my reverie. I turned back to my monitor to continue my correspondence.

"No, thank you Jeremy. Please go ahead and handle all my calls until I can get these emails responded to. I also need you to setup a staff meeting for me at 1:00pm for two hours in my office. Please send out a meeting maker to my team. Topic: brainstorming session for a new public awareness campaign on suppressants.

"Oh, and please get Dr. Kandler on the phone for me at 10:00. Here's his contact."

Jeremy nodded, taking the sticky note from me and returning to his desk. He was halfway there when the door opened, admitting a slim, attractive redhead with angular features. Armani for Women wafted over me a moment later. It complemented the twenty-something's low cut sweater top and short pencil skirt, all obvious implements of an ensemble manufactured to entice a certain young man.

The hawk sighted its prey.

"Oh, Jeremy! There you are."

The woman moved in front of the door, preventing his exit, so he stopped from a distance. His body language was defensive. I had to remind myself that this was just a job for some of the women that worked here. We all had our own level of zeal for the organization's mission.

"Uh, Morning Miss Adams. Did you need something? Miss Pierce just asked me to get back to my desk." He pointed to the door behind her.

"Hey, we're coworkers, right? Call me Deidre."

It was kind of disgusting to see it happening right before my eyes, but I had to remind myself what I was thinking of not five minutes prior.

"Knock it off Deidre. Let him get back to work. I need him manning the phones. It's almost 9:30 and I still have at least 30 emails I need to get to."

"Oh, you're no fun." She pouted, moving aside. She held the door for him like a gentlewoman, so I nodded, and went back to work.

"Oh, Jeremy, one second!" Jeremy stopped cold, and Deidre knelt down next to him, reaching out to grab his tie with both hands.

"Just wanted to fix this for you, Cutie." Her eyes pierced his as she needlessly adjusted the tie for another moment, brushing the front of his shirt when she finished. "There, now you look sharp. Gotta be presentable for the big boss lady, right?" She got to her feet and started to move toward her office.

Jeremy took his queue to escape, quickly moving to his desk to appear busy.

"Deidre...I need to speak with you in my office." I was going to put a stop to this. A moment later, she leaned into my office, keeping her hand on the door.

"What's up boss?"

"Come in here...and shut the door behind you."

Alex (2 years later)

"Well, go ahead, try it on!" Patricia said, brimming with excitement. Letting the gift wrapping drop to the floor, I held up the clothing to see what she had given me this time.

It was a shirt...I thought. Sometimes it was difficult to tell. They weren't always shaped like the ones I used to wear. Patricia never gave me ones like that, of course. My drawers were stocked with clothes that emphasized my masculinity. Skin tight and gossamer thin, most were missing large areas where I would have guessed fabric should be.

I admired the material, caressing it with my fingertips. Like cotton, but with a finer weave, making it softer, and smoother.

"Thank you, Mistress"

"Didn't we talk about that? Hmm? No more 'Mistress' for you. You know I regret how it was in the beginning. Haven't I shown you that I love you by now?"

"Of course, Patricia. I'm grateful for all the things you do for me"

It was true; after those first few months, Patricia had become...affectionate. Her moods could still be mercurial, but she was good to me, generally speaking. I never wanted for clothing or new toys. She was certainly generous. 'Love', though? Why did the gifts always feel like payment? I thought love had more to do with wanting to make someone happy. Did she? Did it matter, anyway?

"Come on, let me see it on you."

I pulled off the shirt I wore and reveled in the feel of the new fabric as I slid it down over my chest. There was a large gash in the front -- missing material to showcase my abs. Flexing a bit to show it off, I noticed a familiar gleam in Patricia's eye.

Lifting me up, the giantess set me on the counter to get a better look. Her eyes absorbed every detail of my chest. I felt large hands touch my shoulders, flowing over the fabric as they devoured every ridge of my muscled form. I wanted her to keep going, to touch more of me.

I shivered just thinking what was coming. My old housemate, Julie, had told me once that she envied the fact that I was desirable. She was right to -- it did feel good. So long, I had rejected this effect I had on women, cursing the attention it earned me. But now, exposing Patricia to the full intensity of my naked lust, and seeing her squirm and tremble under its torch, I felt purpose. It was a modicum of power in a world where I was powerless.

Cradling my lower back in her left hand, she lifted me off the counter, drawing me even closer. I felt her fingertips kiss my skin, tracing patterns on my exposed abs -- now taught from the exertion of keeping my head upright.

"I knew it" she exhaled, "...it fits you perfectly."

Her enormous chest brushed my legs. My pelvis acted without consent, thrusting toward her in an attempt to bring my throbbing erection into contact with her pendulous breasts.

"Patricia" I said breathlessly "...may I?"

Without waiting for a response, I worried at the buttons of her blouse, struggling to reach beyond the peak of her bust. Patricia had unusually sensitive breasts, and I was determined to show my gratitude. My hands looked tiny snaking through the opening in her blouse. I massaged the creamy, pillowy flesh I discovered there. My fingers danced toward her giant nipples; I sent a quick thank you to the revealing demi bra that barely concealed them.

She gasped as I reached my prize, lowering me to allow for better access. Her right hand gave up fondling me and disappeared from view. Its new task became obvious from the rhythmic motion of her shoulder.

Abruptly, Patricia set me down on the counter and savagely tore open the remainder of her blouse. Buttons echoed as they struck the hardwood floors. Undoing the clasp of her bra with her left hand, her colossal tits bobbed into view. She bit the side of her bottom lip and looked at me with lidded eyes. Patricia's right hand, dewy from its labor, touched the tip of her dark red nipple.

Her voice was husky as she spoke, "...to sweeten the flavor."

She smeared the remaining wetness about each nipple, then offered her index and middle fingers to me. Instead of taking them into my mouth as she expected, I grabbed them with both hands, sensuously licking them clean.

With one arm, she lifted me to her breast. I pressed the side of my face into its divine softness, putting my mouth next to her erect nipple. It was huge! The length of it was nearly half the width of my mouth. My tongue drew lazy circles around its perimeter and tip, diligently cleaning every trace of her essence from its pebbled surface.

Patricia groaned and bucked, shifting to the edge of the countertop while I worked.

She bent down and worked the corner of the granite into her burning cunt, humping it desperately while setting me on the counter. Free to move, I switched sides to worship her remaining mammary.

Her cries echoed throughout the house, and I felt her spasm in ecstasy after she crushed my head within her cushiony boob. My entire face was buried in her satiny flesh. It bulged out in all directions and I hugged its circumference, like some kind of giant pillow. I took her enormous nipple into my mouth and bit down lightly, enjoying the gasp she gave me in return.

She held me there for many moments as her pleasure ebbed, eventually easing up, so that I could move once more. My pants were soaked with sticky pre-cum. The thin material revealed a large wet spot on my left pant leg. I stepped back on the counter and looked up at her, hoping she had missed it.

Luckily, her eyes were still closed. I knew she didn't like it when I ruined the nice clothes she bought me, but what could I do? Occupational hazard...

Finally, the heaving of her chest slowed, and she came around. Looking into my eyes, she cradled the back of my head tenderly.

"Mmm, Alex. Your 'thank yous' are always the best."

"Time for more of that later... Right now, we need to get dressed. I'm taking you someplace special tonight. I have big news, and we're celebrating."

"Wait, no sessions at the clinic tonight?" I asked, skeptical. Nights off were rare.

"Not tonight. I canceled your appointment. I told you, we have alllll night. Dinner and drinks; just me and my sweet little stud."

Patricia kissed me lightly on the forehead and gave me a hand getting down. She picked up her discarded clothes and made for her bedroom. I walked to my own room and kicked the door shut, peeling off my pants.

It was just Patricia and I here now. As crazy as it sounded, I missed the others. Julie and Sara had been rotated out, off to a new chapter to learn new skills. They were excited when they got the news, and I was happy for them. Kenna and I had eventually come to understand one another somewhat, but I didn't miss the extra work she liked to assign me. The days of endless chores and housework were long gone though; frankly, I didn't do much work at all anymore. I was too valuable for that.

After a quick shower in my own bathroom, I spritzed on Patricia's favorite cologne and headed into my massive closet. A full gamut of colors, textures, and styles of men's clothing hung there, awaiting my decision. Didn't have to use a step ladder to get them, either. Yep, my quality of life had certainly improved...

"Alex!" I heard Patricia's muffled call through the door "Can you wear that shirt I like? You know, the longer one? It matches your eyes."

"Right! Okay!" I shouted back.

I found it, pulling the blue-gray tunic off the hanger. It paired well with a set of black trousers that always drew compliments on my ass. I finished up with my grooming and waited on Patricia in the living room. The TV was still on, and I immediately flipped between several national news stations, hoping to catch a glimpse of Elise again.

The first time I saw her, I was floored. She was big time now. Important. She knew politicians, doctors, scientists. Captains of industry. Even helped some of them with strategy, from what I'd heard. I was a big fan of hers, but it all made me feel very small, to think of how far she had come from our youth, compared to my own...achievements.

I smirked, thinking of how it was just like her to help solve men's issues. Always a do-gooder, routing for the underdog. Part of me wondered if she did it because of me, but that was selfish thinking. She was a bright star, making the world a better place. Not like me. I was a just a whore now, good for nothing but passing on my genes. The thought that she might not even want me back terrified me. Ahh, what did it matter anyway? We'd never see each other again.

Her hair was my one ray of hope -- she had never cut it. We may be as different as dirt and diamonds now, but that had remained the same. Her long, gorgeous hair was one of my favorite things about her, and she knew it. I told myself that she kept it that way for me. It was a pleasant fantasy, at any rate.

Patricia's perfume wafted over me moments before she walked into view. She was a vision. Her dark green dress hugged her curvaceous form like a lover. It was one of my favorites -- the one made out of skin tight, stretchy fabric. It had ruffles where the panels of material were intentionally misaligned and cinched at her hips. She knelt next to me, running long fingers through my hair as she looked into my eyes.

"Do you know that I still remember the day you came to me?"

Patricia wasn't often sentimental, so I wondered what prompted such reflection. I shook my head.

"It's true. You were so different then...bitter and resentful. I know you hated us. I can't blame you -- we took you from everything you knew. But you would never have been happy there, in the outside world.

"Those women are blind. Their notion of freedom is obsolete. Keeping men free only leads to jealousy, hatred, and fighting among good women."

Ugh, not this crap again. I hated it when she got all preachy on me. Still, arguing with Patricia was a fool's errand. She was a stubborn as they came.

She rose, hands pushing off her thighs to stand. "Enough of my philosophizing. Let's get going, handsome. Ready?"

I nodded, still wondering what was going on this time. She'd brought me out of the compound enough times for me to know that our spot in the valley wasn't more than 45 minutes from a decently sized town.

The walk to the motor pool was short -- the chapter didn't need but a half dozen cars or so. Trips outside weren't necessary often. A quick swipe of her ID card and we were beyond the electronic gate. She chose the black BMW, as usual. Most knew it to be Patricia's, so it rarely saw use. I rolled my eyes every time she complained about having to set her seat and mirror positions again. She assisted me into the back seat, so distracted by her good news she forgot to grope me. I buckled up and we were off.

Riding in a car was a treat, so I made the best of it, getting excited to hear what had Patricia so bubbly tonight. Momentarily, I lost myself in the wisps of clouds that rolled by, each glowing orange and red from the light of the setting sun.

The road was empty, so I decided to have a little fun. Quietly, I disconnected a couple buckles. Leaning forward, I laid my hands on her shoulders, beginning a slow, sensual massage.

"Mmm, that feels sooooo good. You naughty boy! What are you doing out of your seat?" I saw the side of her face crinkle from her smile. "You know you're not supposed to take those restraints off. It's not... uhhhhhh...safe."

Patricia was easy -- make her feel good, and she'd agree to almost anything. I just had to get close enough to aligning the request with something she already wanted to give. My hands slid along her soft, tanned skin, rubbing her strong neck muscles. Her hair fell on her left shoulder as she tilted her head to the side.

"Well? You gonna share the good news, or make me wait all night?" I paused my ministrations, my unspoken promise to continue if she spilled it. "I'm on pins and needles as to what could make you so excited."

She looked over her shoulder, glancing at me.

"I was hoping to wait until dinner, but what the heck. I've been selected for a promotion!"

Oh. I resumed my massage, only half able to focus. My mind was spinning with what this would mean for me.

"Well, nothing is official yet." She clarified. "But one of the executive VPs is flying in tomorrow to meet both of us. It's really just a formality, but if it goes well, I'm going to be getting my own division!"

"Wait, me? Why would she want to meet me?"

"Are you kidding? You're our prize stallion! None of this would be possible without you. I heard yesterday -- Jessica's pregnant. That's 48 confirmed now. With so many to your credit, it was only a matter of time before the women at the top noticed us."

My hands shook. It was still hard to imagine. I was a father...again. Many times over. Most of the mothers -- those that visited our chapter to be bred -- I would never see again. The first time I heard the word, I thought of Elise. Would she be upset? Even knowing that no love had ever existed between the mother and I, I couldn't help feeling ashamed. Maybe I was foolish to even think she would care anymore.

"Alex, let me tell you something -- I used to lose women all the time to the other chapters. They all wanted to go where the Mates were. I can't blame them for leaving, I suppose; many of them joined up just to get pregnant. Today, with you in our stable, we turn down a dozen transfer requests a month! We just don't have enough capacity for all those women. Matriarchy recruitment numbers are even up, thanks to you."

"You can't imagine how proud I am of you. The number-one stud in the entire US, and he's mine!"

I felt my face get hot. Her words of praise felt good. I convinced myself long ago that I was doing something important, bringing new life into the world. It helped, considering I really didn't have a choice.

"Too stunned for words, eh? Well, that's OK. What's most important here is that this means a better life for us, Alex."

A corner of my brain registered hearing something like that in the distant past. Something about finding an apartment together... I sat back, refastening my restraint and admiring the stars as they poked their way through the twilight sky.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur. I felt hollow, unable to find my center. I knew I should be happy. For both Patricia and myself. But the feeling remained just beyond my reach.

My mind was too busy churning over the big news and my lot in life for me to be much of a dinner companion, but nothing could dim Patricia's mood. The food was delicious, and Patricia the perfect gentlewoman.

We returned home, where Patricia's familiar bed welcomed us. I serviced her in every way she desired, as always. Her body was a delight that I never tired of stimulating.

Exhausted and sweaty, I felt asleep on top of Patricia's soft body, never once thinking about the fact that I hadn't cum.

**************

"Hurry, Alex, get dressed. She'll be here soon." The veneer of kindness in her tone was thinning in the face of her apprehension.

Cracking my eyes open, I jerked upright.

Oh, right, the big day. Immediately, I started thinking of what I would wear for the occasion. Nothing too sexy, for sure. We didn't need our benefactress worked into a lather during the interview. Something professional then; a classic look. Eventually I went with a single breasted navy suit in a European cut. Looks good, but doesn't send the wrong message. Deep down, I wondered why I cared what this woman thought of my sense of style. I was a whore in a fancy dress. No amount of lipstick would turn this pig into a prince.

Patricia fidgeted about the house, her nervous energy infecting me. I second guessed my every choice as I prepared for our interview. Was I wearing too much cologne? Did I put on enough pheromone blocker? What about my hair? Was it sticking up in the back? Crap, was that toothpaste on my lapel?

Finally ready, Patricia stepped into my bathroom behind me as I trimmed my eyebrows. She knelt to meet my eye in the mirror.

"That suit looks fine on you. Don't be nervous; remember, this is basically a done deal. Take it seriously, but don't stress. It'll be over before you know it.

"Think about us, sunning ourselves next to my new private swimming pool. Cocktails, refreshment, and massages on demand. Maybe we can even arrange for you to drive, if you want. Under supervision, of course."

She knew me, I'll give her that. I did miss driving.