The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 22

Leah?

Yes, it came from the direction of Leah's bedroom. My bedroom, and Naomi's were on the opposite side of the kitchen from the main living area. My parent's room was on the opposite side of the housel. Maria and Leah had their rooms along the front face of our house, windows looking out to our driveway, and the hallway connected the two wings. Maria was nearer to the garage, and Leah slept between Naomi's room and kitchen.

What was she doing?

The pulse of arousal was growing, and I felt my own power respond to the stimulus. I groaned feeling my cock engorge, wondering what Leah was doing. I'd never really noticed her until recently. She always stayed with Naomi, and kept out of the main traffic of our busy house. She was nice, kind, and happy, but also reserved. Like she wasn't comfortable around other people.

I'm going to go to hell.

I pushed in her direction, letting my power bloom, and tried to direct it at the arousal I was sensing. Then I felt it spike, like it got a jolt of energy. The arousal ramped up as I fed it with my power. I was curious to see what would happen. I felt it heighten, then plateau. The feeling was heightened, but also not rising. I felt indecision.

Then I scanned her with my father's power, and was able to perceive a curve, like my Dad had described. It was alight with flickers of power, and the powers were conflicting. Like a battle, waging on the edge of a fortress. The wall held, soldiers at the top protecting it, from the sparks of conflict that raged along the base. I pulsed my aura, and watched as the conflict grew more heated. The wall stood firm, and I wondered if I could influence the wall. I focused, just experimenting.

The wall seemed to slip down momentarily then slide back up. Okay, that must be the moral curve. I tried pushing back the resistance activity along the top of it. The protection, self-control, backed away, retreating from the roiling sparks that I now connected with sexual arousal, since it had pulsed when I pushed my aura. The arousal bloomed even more, as the guardians retreated.

*knock knock*

Oh fuck.

"Zac?" whispered Leah's voice.

The door opened, and I saw her silhouette, dressed in her full length nightgown. She turned and closed the door behind her, locking it. She waited looking in my direction. I couldn't resist and I pulsed my power. Her legs buckled and a hand went between her legs, and a moan escaped her lips. I could hear her inhale sharply, then step towards me. Then two steps, then she was at my bedside, her face inches from mine.

I looked into her eyes, that were brimmed with tears of frustration and lust. Shining in the moonlight, I leaned and kissed her. I tossed my covers off of me, and my hands guided her onto my bed. Her lips pressing firmly to mine, her tongue sliding between my lips. Her hands pulling her nightgown up and off.

I pushed my boxers down my thighs, kicking them under the edge of the covers. She straddled me, then rose up, looking down at me. Her eyes fighting between her morals and the heady need she felt. I pulsed my aura and she groaned in lust. She reached down and gripped my cock, then rose up. Her eyes bright now, focused, as she rubbed my engorged head over her juicy lips.

She slid down, and I filled her. grinding her hips into mine as she leaned forward and kissed me. My hands filled with her full breasts, her large nipples pressing firmly into my palms. She moved her hips, riding up and down my shaft. I pulsed my power again, weakly, just a breath to keep my aura small, but feeding her arousal. She groaned into my mouth. Her tongue snaking deeper.

I gripped her hips and guided her movements as my hips fell and rose, meeting her downward roll. She gasped at the feeling, and groaned. She parted the kiss, panting as our bodies danced together, parting and meeting. I could only think of pleasing this woman. Giving her pleasure she craved, I lost myself looking into her blue eyes, my hand reaching and combing her hair back. She looked down at me, and bit her lip, panting again. She didn't want to scream, though every nerve in her body was alight with arousal.

I pushed, a breath of power and her eyes rolled back and her core quivered. I could feel her orgasm roil through her nervous system. Her pussy clenching around my cock, my hips started to lift and pound, and she rode the wave to another quaking peak.

Then I felt her worry. She slipped off of me, turning, and taking my cock, covered in her spending into her mouth. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, and jerked me off. I groaned, as she hungrily licked and sucked, and lifted my hips. My thighs bucked and the head of my cock pulsed against her lips, then shot a load of my cream into her open mouth. She held her lips open as her hand and fingers milked every drop from my shaft. I panted as my body shook, and swallowed the grunt of satisfaction I wanted to scream out.

She smiled, feeling my body tremble. She licked her lips, making sure she had every stray drop of my cum, then looked straight at me and swallowed. I reached and pulled her towards me, kissing her lips, tasting my cum on her tongue. Then let her rest her head on my chest.

"Sorry," she said, "I'm not on birth control,"

"It's okay," I managed, "that was hot."

"I don't know what came over me," Leah said, "Ever since yesterday, all I can think about is sex."

I combed through her hair as she rested her cheek against my chest, hearing my heartbeat. I thought silence was the best course. Then decided to press my luck.

"Well," I managed to whisper, "I'm always right down the hall, so long as my parents don't know, I can help when you feel overwhelmed."

She smiled and kissed me, then slid off my bed, and pulled her shapeless nightgown over her shapely body.

"I'm not sure it's good to make a habit of this," she said, "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

I nodded and she smiled, "It was just a need, just this once. Don't worry, Zac, it'll be our secret. You are a wonderful lover."

She slipped from my room, and I finally fell asleep.

Past: Carmen

I relaxed a bit, after Tommy and Connie left. They were wonderful guests, and I was glad to serve them as they stayed with us. It was the first time our family had guests that had accepted our relationship without feeling anything weird. Connie was a rockstar, and Tommy was a wonderful man, and great mentor to Jeremiah. I still felt conflicted the whole time they visited.

"We've changed," I thought to myself.

I was conflicted as to the changes I felt. The biggest change was the addition of Jenn, of course. I felt some responsibility for her, given that I had left her alone with Kelly and Lexi when they were amoral pleasure seekers. I had enjoyed the short time we spent in the dorms, but I hadn't seen her since she left the dorms. The next time I saw her was when her supernaturally enhanced body was being scrubbed down in the meeting hall when we rescued her.

She was the same girl, under the skin. Yet she was completely different. I didn't cause the changes in her delicate arousal system, but I felt responsible. I was chewing myself up with some regrets, feeling guilty and ashamed. Feelings I hadn't felt hardly at all once Jeremiah passed out the necklaces at the hotel.

When Lexi and I moved into Jeremiah's house, I felt calm. I was centered, I knew my place in the hierarchy of our family. Now it felt confused, I still did the same things, caring for the needs of the family. Cooking, cleaning, all the services that fulfilled me deeply.

Now I felt on edge, very much like when I was caring for Lexi and Kelly after Jeremiah had to leave our dorm. Sometimes it was fun, and exciting. Who doesn't love diving naked into a mosh pit of writhing flesh? Yet I was feeling more and more drained. Back home, which was strange, it was Jeremiah's house, I had no attachments to it, but it was definitely my home. Before our trip, our sexual exchanges always left me feeling satisfied, if not energized the next day.

It's Jenn

I knew the truth, she had changed our dynamic. Her arousal was like a match, setting fire to us all, and dragging us, sometimes unwilling, into the conflagration of her lust. Everytime Jeremiah would try to fix her, she'd slowly edge back up. Was it partly our fault, though? As a family we were very sexualized, enjoying our frequent trysts. She might be the spark, but we weren't always slaves to her every whim. Lexi could flat out be aggressive if she didn't want to engage with Jenn. Kelly couldn't help herself. Alyssa and Jeremiah seemed more distant.

So I allowed the heap of responsibility to rest on my shoulders, and I tried to top her to submission. I could top, in a sexual situation, I could swing from willing submissive to confident top. I detested a being dominant outside of a scene though. Jenn was increasingly pushing me into that role. Unconsciously, probably, but she knew that I would satisfy her need. So increasingly she'd seek me out when she felt on edge.

I'd worried this in my brain all afternoon. Now, waiting in Jeremiah's bedroom, sitting on the bed waiting for his time with me. I was still troubled with the changed dynamic. I didn't feel like playing the card game the five were engaged in. After clearing the table, and doing the dishes, I excused myself for some me time. I could tell the game was winding down. I was still edgy. I needed to find a center.

I did what came natural. I decided to do what a good submissive should do. I stripped and knelt at the door. My head bowed, my hands resting palm up on my bare legs. My thighs spread and open. His to use.

I breathed, trying to find my center. My thoughts shifting through different things. I felt the warm comfort in my core reminding me of my place. But my thoughts were teeming with how I was failing my Master. The more I sank into the headspace, the more comfortable I felt, the more troubled I became. I wept, silently at first, until tears slipped down my cheeks, and ran over my breasts. It only made my thoughts more conflicted.

The door opened, and I felt like I should scamper away into a corner. Despite my fears, frustrations, and overwhelming guilt, I centered myself.

I felt his hand comb through my hair, and grip tightly, then lift. My Master's eyes, so clear and focused. Then they flickered, he looked at me, seeing my tear streaked face. His expression softened, and then he concentrated on me, like he was inspecting my soul. I rested, confident that he could sense what I needed.

He let go of my hair, then walked away. I started to sob, when the door opened, and he left.

He's ashamed of me, he's going to replace me.

I cursed at myself for how easily my mind could go to that place. The old place, the old Carmen. Jeremiah wasn't like any of the others. I slowed my breathing, trying to find the wobbly center, then the door opened, and I heard the sound of a bag being dropped beside me onto the floor. I focused on the floor between my knees, catching only the form in my peripheral vision.

My bag of tricks

"On the bed, mine." Jeremiah commanded in a low whisper. "Knees, like this. Hands and elbows."

I crawled immediately to the bed, and wormed my naked flesh onto the covers. I found the center and kneeled, then crossed my arms behind my back, holding each elbow in the opposite palm.

"Edge" he commanded, tapping on the foot of the bed, "Face the wall."

Confident, clear and concise. I felt my core melt at his instant control, and I rushed to obey. Twisting around to face the headboard, my feet slipped past the edge of the mattress, my head bowed and staring down. The feel of the breeze across my now fully engorged pussy lips was like a whisper of heaven.

He didn't say a word, as he stood behind me, he just worked the ropes under my crossed forearms. I'd spent some spare time last week teaching him basic bondage knots and ties. He was a natural, from spending time on sail boats, and ROTC line handling. He knew the knots, he knew the different types of rope. I softly moaned as his control over me took a physical form in his expertly tied ropes.

It was a simple box-tie, binding my arms behind my back. He stood over me, behind me and was silent as he worked. Then he leaned and hugged me, his hands cupping my heavy breasts. His finger on my chin, turning my head to the side. He kissed away the tears on my cheeks. His fingers massaging the streaks of tears into my breasts. Then he pulled away, and starting against my spine, wrapped doubled lengths of rope around my torso.

"Straight back." He whispered, tapping on my spine.

I straightened up, the bow of my spine straightening, my bound arms forcing my shoulders to pull back. My breasts stood proudly before me. I closed my eyes, just wanting to feel his hands. He wrapped the ropes tightly under my breasts, the fibers compressing into my flesh. Then he shifted the wraps, and wound three more bands over the tops of my breasts. The chest harness was wonderful. His hands pulling tension just right, never too tight, but firmly compressing my flesh.

I took a moment to lean my head back into his chest as he worked the strands into the shape he desired. The feel of his muscles and his strong chest only added to the feeling of peace I was beginning to swim in. My core was molten, my thighs damp with my arousal. He finished his knot, then tapped me on my shoulder.

"Turn," he commanded, then turned away to grab more line from my bag.

By the time he turned back around, I was facing him. My posture straight, my eyes level at his chest. I couldn't look at him, not yet. I was his plaything. I was his toy. I was his object. My thoughts were his to command. I could wait, he knew what I needed. I trusted him.

He looked at me, then continued. A shorter length of rope was wrapped between my breasts. The line tensioned and pulled the top and bottom bands together between my round breasts, compressing the flesh, and tightening the bands. Then he tied similar vertical bands at my sides, between my arms and my sides. Compressing the bands, and making my breasts ache deliciously. Then he leaned and reached between my open thighs.

I wanted to grind down into his arm, I was so aroused, but he grasped the bitter end of a longer rope he'd left dangling from the rear of the harness, and pulled it tight. I groaned as I felt the fibers of the rope slip between my ass. He measured, then took a turn of the rope, leaving a simple knot, and pulled tension on the rope again.

I squirmed as the knot wormed between my cheeks and settled against my tight anus. Then with another measure and a knot, he pulled the rope tight, fitting the bitter end under the bundle of rope between my breasts. I shuddered as the second knot rested on top of my clit ring. The vibrations of the line as he tied off the tension had me suddenly on edge.

He stepped back and examined his work, unhurriedly. The feeling for a submissive like me, bound so expertly by her Master, was indescribable. I'd found my center. I felt him push a thought to Alyssa, and then felt the vacuum as he and I dropped out of the mesh. It was just him and I.

"Crab back," he side, as he crawled past me and sat at the head of the bed.

He rested his back against the headboard, then reached forward. His fingers slipping between his ropes and my flesh. His flesh. He tugged me back until my bound hands were resting at his waist. My head rested against his chest. His arms wrapping under my bound breasts. The feeling of his knots as I squirmed only made my arousal bloom. He'd take his time, he knew what I needed first.

"Okay, mine," he said, reminding me deliciously of his ownership, "Tell me your troubles."

"It's not this slave's place to worry you with her troubles, Master," I said, regretting each word as it slipped from my lips.

The slap on my breast stung, and the next only made the pain bloom more. The compression of the rope left my breasts engorged, my nipples rigid. His hard smacks and bite of pain made my head swim.

"It's your job to answer my questions, slave," he hissed.

Fuck, my core trembled at his intuitive dominance.

"Yi, Yes Master." I started, "this one is troubled with our family. This one fears it is coming apart."

He cupped my breast, his fingers soothing the flesh he'd just stung. His actions binding my mind as much as his rope bound my flesh.

"You are not alone," he said, pausing then asking, "Jenn?"

He asked, although it seemed he already knowing my answer, "Yes, Master." I nodded and a tear fell down my cheek. My failure to control her was probably an irritation for him. I knew that he would have to intervene, but I should be blamed.

"You've done so well with her," he commented, his words betraying the lies I was telling myself, "It is beyond what one person can do. You've done so well, trying to control the situation. I have allowed that to continue far too long."

He drifted into silence, while his hands cupped and stroked my breasts, then sliding down to massage my abdomen, his touch light and at the same time firmly controlling. My mind settled down as he took responsibility, which freed me from my doubts.

"You shouldn't have to step in," I said, "This one can do better."

He lifted up and gripped my breasts tightly, so tight I inhaled from the wince of pain of further compressing engorged breast tissue.

"Slave," he said, tightly, "You forget yourself, I should have seen this before you were so on edge about it."

I winced as his hands tightened, and my cunt pulsed. How he could discipline and arouse simultaneously was amazing. I nodded with my eyes shut, squirming in his grasp. The movement making the ropes vibrate and my ass and clit tingle. Fuck, he'd make me cum admonishing me.

His grip slackened, and he pulled my torso up and nuzzled under my neck.

"I want your mind to release that worry," He said softly, his lips at my ear, "I will handle it. I may decide to talk with you more later."

I nodded. It was probably right, since his words were becoming more unclear as my arousal rose. I was content to know that my Master heard me, and would take care of my problems. I was his toy now, and I was right in the place I needed to be. I sighed in contentment as his lips captured my earlobe and bit at the flesh. His hot breath bathing my cheek. His presence seemed to surround me.

I writhed, his hands gripped at my waist, then drew up, his short nails dragging along bare flesh, sharp slivers of pain that swam in the pool of endorphins his strict ropes had prompted. The strain in my shoulders was a constant reminder of who I belonged to.

He gripped the rope that ran across the flat plane of my belly. Then tugged, burrowing the rope against my ring making my hips grind in response. The tight knot in my anus pressed deeper and I groaned. I could feel how wet I was, the cooler air of the room bathing my damp thighs. My flesh felt hot, and my legs spread wider. His cunt, his to have and use.

He slipped from behind me, and stepped off the bed. He dropped his shorts and released his rock hard erection. I licked my lips, my focus on his core. He gripped the top band of ropes around my chest, and dragged me to the edge of the bed. His firm hands directing me as I scrambled to where he wanted me.

My head hung over the edge. my arms in the small of my back forcing me to arch. My breasts stood proud as my shoulders dug into the edge of the mattress. My throat lengthened as I let my head rest, my mouth open. His toy.

He teased my lips with the head of his cock. Not letting more than the tip touch me. I tried to crab back, wanting to fill my mouth with his meaty manhood. He stepped away and I grunted in frustration. My thighs twisting and moving to grind that rope against my leaking cunt.