Succubus Master Pt. 14

"So, what seems to be the problem?"

From there, Cyn explained how before I'd enslaved her, she'd had an arrangement with the man in question where he would come by her office and they would hook up once a week or so. He'd called that morning, letting her know that he would be over, and had simply expected her to be ready, as if he owned her. Cyn claimed that she'd told him that she had to break it off - that she'd found another man and was fully committed to him. Of course, she hadn't told him exactly who that man was. The former lover, whose name I still didn't know, had refused to accept it, and had stated plainly that if she didn't give him what he wanted, then he would ruin her and her realty practice.

My blood was boiling, but not at my mother. One of my slaves was being threatened.

No one messes with my girls, I shouted in my mind.

"Cyn, when is he supposed to get there?"

"In about an hour."

"Good," I said, knowing that I could be there in thirty minutes. "I'll be there and handle it. Just sit tight, and look pretty."

"Okay, Master," she replied, and I could hear the relief washing over her. I was also quite certain that she was blushing on the other end of the line.

"Let's go," I commanded my succubus as I hung up the phone.

"Yes, Master," Rayna responded, putting my now deflated cock away.

"Okay," Ella responded as she got up off her knees. "Do you need me to come with you?"

I thought for a moment, but I shook my head. "No, I can handle this. You still have class right? Go to it, and I will call when you are free."

"Okay," Ella said, then she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. "Be careful, and don't try to overdo it."

"Ha," I chucked at her. "You know me. I always think things through."

"Sometimes," she corrected me. "You sometimes think things through, but I love you all the same. Call me when you're done, and I'll see you back at the house."

Then she decided to lean into my ear, and out came a heated whisper.

"And when I get back, I'm going to finish what we started." Then she reached down and began to rub the outline of my cock - a cock that was slowly becoming inflated once again. Ella still wasn't done teasing, though. "Plus, I want you to destroy my ass. After all, we haven't broken it in since you did your... alterations."

She was right. We hadn't had any anal sex since I'd made her little starfish into the tightest, most sensitive, most pleasurable asshole in the whole world - at least for me. As for why I hadn't plundered that sweet hole, well, that was because I hadn't found a way to make Ella not pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all, or to stop from turning her into a total fuck zombie. I did love it when my girls turned into blubbering, incoherent messes, but I still wanted them to be somewhat coherent when I took them to the ultimate heights. If they didn't remember, then what was the point of even sending them in the first place? It would be like going on your ultimate drunken dream vacation, but finding out only after you got back that your camera had gotten ruined. You'd know you'd been there, but it'd be hard to remember everything that had happened. I figured that if I could alter their bodies, then I might be able to strengthen their minds. I just hadn't thought of a way to do it yet - but with the hungry look Ella was giving me, I knew I had to come up with a solution, fast.

I nodded at her, and she smiled once again before we headed towards the elevator to reach the ground floor.

"Oh, before I forget." Ella stopped herself before pressing the elevator call button. "We are having another date night this Friday night."

"Another date night? You want me to rock your world again?" I smiled mischievously at her, but then it quickly soured.

"Yes, but that's not the reason. My mother wants us to sit down and have dinner together. You know, get to know my new boyfriend, even though we've known each other for years. Frankly, I think she just wants to try to scare you off. I don't know, but my mother doesn't seem too pleased with the fact that we are dating now."

"Really? why?"

"I don't know," Ella said casually, "but maybe when you make her your slave we can find out. Anyway, we can discuss the details later. An elevator ride's not going to be long enough for a planning session.."

"Right," I replied with a nod, and we all three crowded in the elevator.

As we descended, I couldn't help but wonder how our three-way date night would go. I knew Ella would want me to seduce her mother. I knew I could command her, or mind control her, but somehow that felt wrong. I guess a part of me didn't want to enslave ladies, but have them willingly submit to me instead. I resolved to talk it over with Ella, and possibly with Rayna, too. I knew there'd be a price to pay for including my succubus - lots of encouragement to act more like a demon should and just overwhelm Moria with magic and sex - but she was very clever and creative when I could keep her in line.

Thinking about Rayna made me realize that I should probably take her out on a date, too. She might have been a demon, but she still was a woman, and somehow, in the back of my mind, I had a feeling that she might not have been on many dates herself. She was a succubus. Her main goal was just sex, and getting sex from a guy was much easier than getting sex from a girl. Still, I wondered if she liked romance - being doted on, being treated like a person with other interests besides sex, and maybe even being seduced the way mere mortal men did for women - or tried to. I decided she deserved all of that if she wanted it. She'd done a lot for me, and still was.

We said our goodbyes as we exited the library, and then Rayna and I made a beeline to her Lexus. For the entire trip to my mom's office, my focus was divided. I was thinking about how to handle my mother's issue, but also about what might be the perfect date for Rayna.

Just before we reached our destination, a small flier caught my attention. I made a quick stop, read it, and then smiled.

"Perfect," I said before Rayna noticed that I wasn't beside her.

"What are you looking at?" she asked with curiosity.

"Oh nothing," I said, quickly ripping off the flier and putting it into my pocket before she could see.

"Master, are you keeping secrets from me?"

"No, I just saw something interesting."

"Interesting? Hmmm, is it something I should know?"

"Maybe, but not right now. Come on; let's go see what my mother has gotten herself into."

Chapter 41

"So this is where your mother works?" Rayna asked in amazement.

"Ya, this is what you get when you've become the city's - well, in truth, the county's - number one realtor."

My mother's office was a building that was just under ten thousand square feet. Compared to every other building around it, it was massive, and every square inch was used to the fullest. There was a reception area, conference rooms, a display room with several model houses complete with lawn decorations, a large coffee bar that would put Janice's to shame, and several offices for the realtors my mother had under her employ. Even though she had three working under her, she still was the one raking in all the big money, partly due to her special tactics.

"Okay, now before we go in," I said, looking over at Rayna, "you might want to change."

"Change? Why?"

"Well, this is an office, and your..." I waved at her attire. "...attire is not appropriate here. It will draw too much attention."

"Really? But I thought I looked great."

"You do. You do. It's just that... you might look even better in office attire."

"Master," Rayna pouted, "if you wanted me to dress up as your slutty secretary, then all you had to do was command."

She managed to slip into the back and began to remove all of her old clothes. Normally for her, changing clothes was just done with a flick of her wrist, but the ones she had on were real, so she had to take them off the old-fashioned way. She couldn't help herself, and made a show of it. She arched her back to show off her perky breasts and flashed me her bald pussy once she managed to move the micro skirt over her soft, round ass. Even the way she removed her stockings and garter belt looked incredibly sexy. By the time she was done, my cock, was raring to go yet again, but I knew I had to focus. I had a job to do.

It took my naked succubus a solid minute to come up with the outfit she wanted to wear. She'd explained to me already that she had to visualize it before she could use her powers to conjure up the black smoke to create her clothes. Knowing her, I figured it would be a mixture of professional office wear and the slutty, Halloween-costume version of the same. I wasn't disappointed.

If I had to describe her outfit in one sentence, then it would be that she was dressed to kill. She was dressed up like a secretary - silk blouse, pleated skirt, stockings, and of course high heels - but in a way where every man that she'd walk past would drool on her.

The silk blouse, which was more of a cream color than white, was tailored to show off her feminine figure. The lower half of her blouse was tapered so everyone could see that her waist was genuinely slender. It was not quite skin tight, but close enough for people to know how fit she was. Instead of the blouse trying to cling to her mouth-watering melons, it looked more like it was softly cradling them, which somehow made them look even more alluring. The skirt, while longer than her previous one, was still short by most standards. It managed to show off the soft curves of her ass while its pleats offered up a somewhat teasing look at her legs, which themselves were covered by sheer black pantyhose. I knew they were pantyhose instead of her usual stockings since she'd decided to give me a quick flash of her otherwise bare pussy. She was still wearing no underwear. Her entire lower half was encased by the sheer fabric, and while I did prefer stockings over pantyhose, they still held some sway over me.

In my mind, I could recall scenes from both porn and hentai where the female's pantyhose would be ripped from their gussets, and the guy would plow right into the woman's wet sheath. It had always turned me on to see that part, and right at that very moment, I was thinking of doing it to Rayna - just take her outside, rip open her pantyhose, and fuck her right on top of the hood of her car. In that scenario, I wouldn't care who looked at us or cared to stop. I would just keep pounding and pounding her until my lust was satisfied. Hell, if my mother would have come out, then I would have brought her over and fucked her alongside Rayna, spectators be damned.

God damn, I'm fucking horny, I said to myself. My little fantasy had somehow gotten away from me. I supposed that getting blown and then blue-balled was extra distracting for a sex demon. I quickly shook some sense back into my mind before Rayna caught my attention.

"You like what you see, Mmmmaster?" she purred to me.

"You know damn well I do," I gruffed out. The demon inside me was raring to be let out.

"Oh is someone a little... pent up?" She giggled. "Well, don't worry. I'm sure a certain someone would be happy to alleviate some of that stress for you. Now come on, let's go."

She got out of the car and stood outside waiting for me. It gave me one last look at her outfit in its entirety. The black, pointy stiletto heels added a few more inches to her height, but more importantly, they helped accentuate her toned legs. Between the heels and the black sheer pantyhose, her legs were something a man could just stare at forever. Of course they had those red-bottom soles - the same style one might find on high-priced Cristian Louboutin. I'd have described them as sinfully sexy.

They looked so damn good on her that I just had to look away, so I brought my gaze up until I was focused on Rayna's face. She didn't have any makeup on, and frankly, she didn't need any. As a succubus, she was the epitome of beauty - especially since she used her shapeshifting abilities to cater to my every desire. The hair she'd chosen to complement the outfit was what really did it for me. Usually, she kept it straight and wavy - that perfect blend of manicured and just-rolled-out-of-bed. There, with her new secretary outfit, it was done up more like Makima's from Chainsaw Man. Two long side bangs framed her stunning face perfectly. Instead of the rest being tied up in a long braid that reached all the way down her back, it was tied up into a neatly braided bun.

I couldn't help but compare Rayna's former and current outfit. In the morning, she'd been dressed as a naughty, slutty, punky schoolgirl. In just a few minutes, she'd switched over into the role of a sinfully sexy secretary that would make any wife worry about their husband wandering off. No matter her outfit, though, she was all mine.

My mind, still filled with raging sex demon hormones, managed to get itself together and allowed me to walk up right beside her on the sidewalk.

"Are you okay, Master?"

"Ya... let's just get inside before I rip your clothes off."

"Yes Master; let's."

She was smiling the whole way as we greeted the receptionist, made our way past the conference room, and headed straight for the door to my mother's office. Her loyal assailant Denis was there, manning the front.

"Oh, hello Max, I wasn't expecting to see you today, and..." he looked over at Rayna. "... who is this lovely creature standing right beside you?"

"Oh, this?" I pointed towards Rayna, "This is Rayna, She's... she's a friend of mine who was looking into how to become a realtor. I figured who better to ask than my mom?"

I was kinda proud of myself for having come up with a believable lie before Rayna had for once. I gave myself a mental high-five and looked down at Denis, waiting for him to let us in.

"Oh yes. Your mom would be the best candidate for that. Here, let me see if she's available."

He brought up his office phone and dialed her office extension. I found it weird since the door was right behind him, but I guess it was supposed to give off that air of professionalism. My mother picked up, as I'd expected her to, and she demanded that Denis let us in immediately.

"She seems on edge," Denis said under his breath - more so for himself than for us - but he got up, opened the door, and ushered us in.

My mom's office was quite large compared to everyone else's, which made sense, since she was the boss. Big glass windows covered one side, and there was a couch where her clients could sit and peruse the brochures of different model homes that were neatly stacked upon the tasteful wooden coffee table in front of it. If they were not on the couch, then they would be at my mother's large, executive-style desk, which at that moment was covered in papers. Upon it, rather than at it, sat a slightly disheveled woman. It wouldn't have been apparent to most people, but thanks to our bond, I could tell right away that she was in serious turmoil.

"Thank you, Denis," my mom said. "You can go."

"Of course. Is there anything else you need from me?"

"No, just let me know when my two o'clock arrives." Unease laced her voice.

Denis nodded at that, a look of unease as well on his face, as he walked out and closed the door, leaving me, Rayna, and Cyn all alone.

For a good, long moment, we were just standing there. Well, I was standing. Mom was sitting on her desk, and Rayna happily plopped herself down on the couch. My mom was so distraught that she didn't know what to do, or what to say. I guessed she might be thinking that I was angry with her about her previous lover, or would get angry if she offered up any more details. It was frustrating, but I knew I needed to be a proper Master and make the first move. Without any pomp and circumstance, I walked towards her. She was trapped in front of a desk, so she had no place to retreat to. Even if she'd had someplace to go, I would've been too fast for her. I quickly reached out, grabbed onto her supple hips, brought her in, and gave her the most passionate kiss I could muster.

She was still at first, but once she parted her lips and let my tongue explore her mouth, her whole stiff exterior began to melt into my embrace. Her once-turmoil-filled bond was awash in lust, longing, and desire. It was as if she was a different person than she had been a mere moment ago. She'd even begun to lean into the kiss and slide her tongue inside my mouth. It was wrong for a son to kiss his mother the way I kissed mine, but we were not just mother and son. I was her Master and she was my slave, and while her new purpose in life was to serve me, mine was to take care of her. The first thing I'd needed to do was to calm her down, and I judged that I was doing a good job of it.

"Better?" I asked, giving her ass a firm squeeze. She couldn't help but moan at my sudden groping, and her blushing cheeks grew redder. She was embarrassed at the fact that it was her son who'd calmed her down, instead of the other way around.

"Yes." She nodded and began to straighten herself out.

"Okay, now... tell us what is going on. Why isn't this guy taking the hint - or, rather, why is willing to try to blackmail you? Is this really just about... you guys having been together?"

Some turmoil and unease returned to her, but it wasn't crippling her as it had been before. She cleared her throat and offered me something new, at least.

"He's not the kind of man who's used to being told 'no,'" she said. "As you already know, he reacted to it very, very poorly - and I don't think he's bluffing."

My blood started to boil again; the demon in me wanted to kill however the guy was. I tried to breathe through it. Unfortunately, I also had to admit to myself that we weren't going to get anywhere without more information - information that my demonic side wanted, too. "Just tell me who it is, Cyn."

"It's... it's Thomas Wilkens."

That made my eyes pop. Thomas Wilkens was a big name in Morrison, mainly because you could literally see his name almost everywhere - on park benches, buildings, and housing developments. Thomas Wilkens was a big-name contractor who either owned or had built half of the buildings in the city. He was also Miley Wilkens' father. Miley was Brock's girlfriend.

"You slept with Big Willie?" I asked, using the nickname that he made everyone use. Even on his posters it said, "Thomas 'Big Willie' Wilkens." I hoped it was because he had an inferiority complex, and not because he had a big willie.

Mine is bigger regardless, I said to myself as I processed the fact that my mom had slept with arguably the most powerful man in all of Morrison.

"Yes, honey. He's the one who'd been giving me the first crack on all of his big housing developments. In exchange, I... would have sex with him once or twice a month. I tried to call it off, but he said that I had no choice, and if I refused then he would stop me and my company from selling any more houses - not just here, but anywhere in the state."

I actually believed he could do it. I remembered how, in one of the classes I'd taken, we'd spent a whole month analyzing Wilkens' Construction. My professor had wanted us to learn how a small businessman could expand his business, and how to market and branch out. I knew how vast Big Willie's reach was. If he wanted to stop my mother from selling a house, then he very well could, and that made me angry. More than angry, I was furious. I was furious that someone would make my mother suffer - make one of my girls suffer. I didn't care who he was. It could be Thomas Wilkens, the Mayor, the President, the Devil, or even God himself. If any of them decided to mess with one of my slaves, then there would be hell to pay.