The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 22

*SLAP*

"Hold still," he commanded, suddenly over me again.

He teased his cock head over my lips again. His hips shifting to keep me chasing the tip. I growled and purred, his animal seeking to please him. His hands dropped, then I felt the delicious sensation of strands of rope wrapping around the column of my neck. I closed my eyes, and stilled, his fingers and hands making my mind swim into a blank haze of arousal.

His. His to use.

The knots tightened, and the bands around my neck were just right, a rope collar that reminded me of my service to him. His bound slave. His toy, his fuck toy. His mouth, his throat. My eyes gleamed as I looked up at him. Then he gripped my chin in one hand, and his cock in the other. He fed his beast his cock, and I rolled my tongue over the top of his curved shaft. I felt the crown push easily into my throat, and felt my saliva pool against the roof of my mouth. I inhaled, as his balls pressed against my nose. My mouth and throat filled with him. I shook, a shiver of arousal and a mini-peak of orgasm rushing through my veins.

He held his cock there, until my need to breathe made my chest buck, then pulled out. I coughed, and a wad of spit slid over my cheek and into my eyes. I sucked in a breath, then was sucking in the head of his cock again. My eyes burning with the spit, and darkened by the press of his heavy balls against their lids. I centered myself, my tongue curling along the upper curve, my throat swallowing trying to will his hard shaft deeper. Another tremor shook my body, A haze of red around my vision.

Then clarity, clean air, a deep breath and back to darkness. He was using his toy, fucking his slave's mouth. I bucked as he grabbed the rope and tugged those knots against my pleasure points. I gasped for a breath, then was swimming again in spit and pre-cum. I keened as his hands mauled my engorged breasts. Nothing but him in my mind now. He was all around me, every feeling I felt was him.

Bright light, and cool wet slick saliva pouring down my cheeks. My eyes closed as I felt the goo crawl down my face, to tangle in my bangs. The bed shifted, my thighs parted. The ropes at my chest and back tightened as the rope bisecting my sex was pulled to the side. Then I was full. My cunt full of my Master.

I came and then felt another wave right behind it. His use was not gentle, he took me hard. His thrusts pushing me further off the edge. My heels digging around his hips, holding me there, gripping my Master. I shook as my mind swam in wave after wave of bliss. His hand gripped my engorged breasts, using them like a handle as his hips pounded his cock deeper and deeper into me.

He paused, and I felt fingers gripping the lines at my neck. He backed away and I panicked. He pulled and drug my body back onto the mattress, my head resting normally. Then he was hammering back into me with hard strokes. I groaned and shouted. Fuck! This man, my Master! I thrilled at his use of his slave.

Then I was empty, and I tried to blink my eyes open. The mass of spit and goo making it possible to only see shapes. I felt his hands, lifting me, turning me. Then the feel of the coverlet cool against my spit soaked nose. I lifted my knees and spread my thighs. He slammed back into me, the rope wrapped around my crotch was stretched and loose, the bands around my chest and abdomen tighter.

I reached my fingers back, just wanting to touch him, ground myself with the feel of his body. His knots kept me bound, my back in a persistent arch. He fucked me hard, then his hand was at my the back of my throat, gripping my thick mane of hair, and tossing it to the side. Then curling between rope and flesh, and tugging my neck back.

I gulped in a breath, and felt my edge rush forward. Wanting to pant out, and moan, his grip on my collar made breathing a chore. I gasped, and felt my face redden. He slammed deep in me, his free hand slapping at my raised ass. I lost it, my vision went dark and my body seized. I bucked under him as I slammed forward. A searing flood of his seed bathing the walls of my womb. I wheezed out a breath, then sucked in a vacuum. I bucked again, then convulsed, a web of dark bliss as I came hard.

Blackness, a warm blanket pressing against me. My breath panting as I recovered. His breaths on my back, a hand at my mouth, and ear at my spine. Checking me. Feeling me. Covering me. Protecting me.

My mind was blank, I was in his hands, I was home.

Present: Alyssa

Today, I was working at home. Oversized sweatshirt and comfortable gym shorts. I was in research mode. James's dusty tomes on my shelf, and working through even older texts I'd collected over the years. Something had pinged my memory, and I wanted a better, more concrete understanding of it. Also, with Naomi and Zac awakening, I needed to refresh my memory on what I knew about our powers.

The house was quiet after breakfast. Zac had rushed off to school at the last moment, as per usual. He would suffer his own consequences if he was late. Lexi had her training, a long swim workout would keep her at the pool until lunch. Kelly and Jeremiah headed off to the office. Kelly would work on our hospitality business today, no clients. Jeremiah had several meetings with prospective clients, and a some follow-ups with new couples. Carmen and Maria were shopping.

Naomi was a bit frazzled, this morning. Her new found fun thing, telepathy, wasn't working. It made her grumpy, and she couldn't really explain why. Jeremiah wisely had the jeweler place the stones into small earrings. I had her ears pierced when she was two, and she had already acclimated to the presence. She hadn't connected her lack of powers with the stones decorating her ears. She was too young to care that they didn't quite match, the color of one stone being a deep azure and the other, my stone, a dark ruby red.

Leah had her hands full with the grumpy child, and decided to drive her to the park in town.

"I need to run some of her energy off," Leah said, seeming a bit distracted.

This morning was a bit strange, Betsy had made an appearance at the table, then said she was going to visit Rebekah later in the month. She was a bit too old to make the drive herself, so it was up to Kelly and Jeremiah to figure out how to get her there.

Thinking of my mother was always a bit odd. I still thought of her using her first name instead of as my flesh and blood mother. Her maternal care of our Montana Bed & Breakfast had been very successful. She had taken the remnants of the Priesthood compound, and bound the remaining families into a cohesive unit. They ran a very successful side restaurant newly built over the ashes of that horrible meeting house. The B&B was self sufficient throughout the year, but was a gold mine during the winter. Maybe I should tag along, and visit? I'm sure Rebekah would love to see her grandchild.

I shook my head, something to discuss with Kelly and Jeremiah later. I hesitated to make it a full family vacation, but summer was getting closer. Zac's graduation was right around the corner. Lexi's triathlon would be right after that. Everyone's busy schedule would become a bit lighter.

Okay, I'm getting distracted, back to work.

I browsed through my computerized notes. Notes I had been working on for eighteen years, trying to figure out the puzzle of our powers. They started as notebook pages, because while Jeremiah was a computer guy, I liked the feel of paper, and being surrounded by books. About five years ago, I hired a summer intern, and he transcribed my notes into pages of indexed computer files. If I had sketched something, he scanned the photo, and linked it to the file. The result was a fairly comprehensive collection of arcane spirituality and conspiracy theories tied to the overarching angel-human myth.

James's books were not the first we'd found that seemed to be magnets or portals for weird spiritual possession. That was another set of computer files, and a database of artifacts. These items seemed to run parallel to the special powers research. The two areas sometimes collided, like skirmishes in battle. The angelic lines seemed to oscillate between falling under spiritual corruption of the dark sprites, and all out battles to defeat them.

My tactic with such artifacts was to bag and tag them. I wouldn't release them into the wild, instead I'd store them in a vault down in the basement under our gym. It was the actual basement, housing the mechanical systems and tanks for our mansion.

The main house was built into the side of a hill. The main floor, kitchen and living areas were built at ground level, the main entrance facing away from the slope. The second story was constructed a few meters behind the leading wall. The rooms, like the one I currently occupied, were along a hallway that was open to the large living area. The gym floor emptied out to ground level, and the pool. The upper story deck sat midway down from the main story. A bit byzantine in construction, but it served our family well.

I perused James's old tomes, and entered their author, date of publish, publishing house, and other arcane details into the database. Then picked up the five dusty old books, and headed down to the basement.

The house was quiet as I padded down the stairs in my barefeet. The sun streamed in through the large pane windows that displayed a view of our deck, pool, and the broad clearing of natural grasses beyond. The forest of trees further back protected the sightlines of our property. It made it feel like we were isolated deep in the woods. I loved our house, even if Jeremiah would grouse at the expense.

I circled past the kitchen and open dining area, circling past Zac's room and headed down the stairs to the gym level. There were more rooms than just the gym. The laundry room was down one hall, chutes from all our rooms emptied into individual bins. Maria would wash, dry and fold, and leave our clothes on our bed each day. Further back, there was a media room that doubled as a library. The walls lined with books, and eight plush lounges facing a projection screen. Hooked up to every imaginable projector and gaming console. It was Zac's favorite room. A stocked refrigerator and snack table made it very accessible for entertainment.

I slipped past the media room, and into the back stairs, leading to the basement. All of the heating and plumbing systems were down here, so it became a bit noisy. Near the stairs, we'd built a large secure room. The walls were lined with lead, and then reinforced concrete. The inside cool, and dark. I flipped on the light, and found the book shelf, and slid James's collection of arcane demonic smut onto the shelf. I clicked off the light and closed and locked the door.

That chore done I climbed back up the stairs, then back across the gym floor. The sun was beautiful, and the day was peaceful. Maybe I'd sun myself on the deck by the pool after lunch. I distractedly climbed up the stair and bumped right into Leah as she passed by Zac's room.

"Oh," I said surprised, "Sorry, I thought I was alone."

"My fault," Leah blushed, "Naomi fell asleep on the way back from the park, I figured she needed a nap, so I stayed quiet."

"No worries," I smiled, and moved back past the kitchen into the large living room.

She nodded, then looked at me, opened her mouth to say something, then turned and walked in the direction of her room, "I'll be right back," she said.

"Odd," I thought to myself.

I slumped into one of the large sofas that were arranged in the main room. I distracted myself by looking out the windows into the blue sky, with nary a cloud. A rare and strange occurrence for mid-spring in the western half of Oregon. I was curious about what she wanted, but I resisted the temptation to read her thoughts. That was fine for the ones I loved, but I didn't want to pry into her thoughts. I had enough trouble trying to free my mind from thoughts of her.

Ever since Jeremiah and Kelly had their supernatural enhanced romp with my nanny, I was struggling with the thoughts of the young pretty girl nude. Struggling wasn't the right word. Enjoying or fantasizing were better, but still not quite on the nose. I was curious, and she was alluring in her apparent naivete.

After I spoke with her and Maria, making sure they knew we still valued them as our employees, and explained, as best we could without sounding like lunatics. She seemed to be more distracted and even more seclusive.

I suppose part of my troubling thoughts was they both seemed to be totally okay with being fucked by their employers. When I felt what had happened, I thought for sure we'd be exposed, sued and chased out of town.

Maria only smiled, and looked at Carmen with a loyal expression, "No problem Miss Alyssa, No problem. You no worry," she had said with a smile and pat of my hand.

Leah was more thoughtful, but she also said it was consensual. Then she had looked at me, almost as if I'd be angry, "It won't happen again," she had sworn.

We certainly dodged a bullet, somehow they always seemed to miss us.

Leah looked around for me, once she topped the stairs, then when she saw me on the sofa, strode purposefully towards me, her hands clutching a sheet of paper. I sat up straighter, then rose to meet her.

"What's this?" I asked, taking the paper she held out.

"My letter of resignation," she said, her bottom lip quivering, "I will give you two weeks, then I need to leave."

"Please, Leah," I said motioning to the chair next to the sofa, "Sit down, let's talk this through. Have you found another opportunity?"

She shook her head, then the her eyes brimmed with tears, "No, it's not like that."

"Tell me what's troubling you," I said, "I will listen confidentially, I promise."

I was halfway into prying open her mind, because of how distraught she was when she looked at me, and said, "I can't help myself, all I can think about is Mr. Jackson."

Then she paused, seeing my shock, but her words tumbled out, "or Isaac."

I took a slow controlled breath, and once the confession was out of her mouth, she started to push every thought out.

"I think there is something wrong with me, or I'm going crazy, or turning into a nympho maniac," She said in a stream of thought, "I'm not a virgin, but I've never had really satisfying sex. Until, well first with Maria, it was off the charts. Then she and I joined Carmen and Kelly and ..." she struggled with his name.

"Call him Jeremiah," I said, with a smile, "The rest of us do. Some do call him Master with fondness."

"What do you mean?" she asked, "He's married to Ms. Kelly isn't he?"

"Lord," I thought to myself, "We're better at hiding it than I thought. Poor girl, she thinks this is her fault."

"Tell me what you think of our arrangement, One man and four women?" I asked.

"Well you run a very successful business, and you need to be near each other. Living together is the easiest way to run a business. It makes the most practical sense." she slowed down, then it was like a light went on, and she looked at me and blushed.

"Wait," she said, "the rest of you? All of you? Lexi too?"

I thought for a moment, then stood up. I placed the letter of resignation on the table, face down and unread. Then looked at her.

"I'm going to show you something," I started, "I'm going to let you in on our secrets, so you know the full truth. This is a risk for me, but I trust you. You are a wonderful nanny to our child, and you are a friend as well. If after I tell you everything, and if you still want to leave, then this is a confidential conversation. Do you understand?"

She nodded slowly, her brown ponytail bouncing behind her bright blue eyes. She was dressed in a comfortable sweater and jeans, earth tones and denim. I took her hand and led her upstairs. We walked past Carmen's room, then into mine. She'd visited me before here, but only my parlor.

"Do you think this is where I sleep?" I asked her, letting her look around.

The small bed was made impeccably and sat against one wall. I read books there from time to time. On our private nights, Jeremiah would visit and we'd enjoy the comfortable bed, but by and large I didn't sleep in my room.

"No," she said softly, "You don't sleep here do you." she said, putting together the puzzle, her eyes looking curiously at mine.

"Come," I said, taking her hand and pulling her through my open closet.

I opened the door to the expansive master bedroom, and let her walk past me. She walked in quietly, as if she were invading a sacred place. In a way she was, it was our haven, a place where the five of us could be completely ourselves. She was the first person outside of our circle to come inside. I worried that I might have opened up a box I couldn't close.

"You?" she asked, "All of you?"

She looked around and focusing on the one huge bed in the center of the sprawling wing. The other chairs, and lounges making the room seem less open, and at the same time large. She saw the large open bathroom and shower, then turned to see the inside hot tub near the entrance to the upper deck.

I nodded, "Jeremiah is our head, the rest of us, Kelly, Lexi, Carmen and myself, are all a family."

"You mean," and she pointed at the bed.

"Every night," I confirmed.

Then I took a bigger risk, and drew closer to her. Looking at her, and letting my mind tumble through her thoughts. I concentrated and telekinetically pulled the ribbon in her hair, and her brown tresses fell around her shoulder.

"What?" she said, looking around, "How?"

"Jeremiah, Kelly and I have special powers," I said, "We can do different things, you've felt Kelly's and you've probably felt Zac's too"

She blushed at Zac's name, and I felt her thoughts drift to the previous night. I drew in a breath.

"That is unexpected," I thought.

My own thoughts raced, and then I was aroused at the thought of her... naked. Same troubling thoughts tumbled through my brain as I stepped closer to her, she was slightly shorter than me. I used that to my advantage, and looked down at her. I pulled her closer to me, my arms at her waist, my breath softly warming her cheeks.

"Does it surprise you?" I asked, "That we all sleep together, have sex together?"

She looked at me wide eyed, her thoughts were a tangle. Images of her with Kelly, and then Jeremiah behind her, then over her. Then her on top of Zac. I felt my insides tumble, my core melt as I felt her emotions, her passion, her lust as she flashed through all of that in a moment. She looked at me and her face quieted, and she shook her head.

"It doesn't," she said, "If I'm honest with myself, I knew it all along."

I tilted my head to look at her, drawing closer. My lips feeling magnetically drawn to hers, I couldn't stop myself. I kissed her softly. She stiffened, then relaxed and kissed me back. I groaned at the taste of her, my arousal shooting through the roof, even without Kelly to push me, I was unbuttoning her sweater and Leah was pulling my sweatshirt over my head.

I backed away, my breasts heaving. I looked at her, and drew close, pulling her top up as she lifted her arms. Her hands lifted to my pert breasts, as I reached around and unclipped her bra, drawing the cups forward and placing my hands on hers. Our eyes locked as I leaned back and kissed her.

Then the next thing I knew we were naked, on the bed. A tangle of legs and arms as I kissed her. Our breasts pressed together, her moans feeding mine. I ground my hips against hers, and she groaned, and lifted to press her mound against mine. Her legs lifting up around my waist as I lay over her, my lips couldn't stop kissing her. Her arms around my neck, clinging to me.

We didn't rush or hurry. We were alone, and took our time. I danced with her, until I could feel her hot juices on my firm thigh. I pushed her back, and kissed down her torso. I made love to her breasts, they were as heavy and perfect as I'd imagined. She hid her lovely body well in her shapeless wardrobe. Now it was mine to feast on. Her nipples responsive, as I licked them, sucked them and lightly nibbled on them.