The Introduction Ch. 09

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My first words to her were "I'm sorry."

Her next words were, came with a sigh, "Me too. This is my entire fault and my daughter is in the middle."

"We need to meet and talk." I say and my dick does a jump. Please stop I beg it; I really need to talk to this woman.

"Yes, but you can't meet me at my house. I'll explain when I see you." She says and there is a catch in her voice.

My dick does another jump and rises. Please I beg it, please stay down. "I want you to come to my house. We can talk in private and...I will be the perfect gentlemen. I'll even cook." I say and cross my legs making my dick hurt in complaint.

Claudette laughs. I love her laugh and it is the first honest laugh I have heard from her in some time.

"I have to go out of town this week, so can we meet on Saturday?" She asks.

"Saturday it is." I say and I can't wait.

"I'll bring a good bottle of wine and we will talk. I'm really sorry about all of this." She says her voice sad.

"So am I. It is my fault too." I say sincerely.

"Yes, it is." She answers me and it's my turn to laugh. It is my fault too, but I can't be anything but what I am and in that moment I also realize that Claudette can't be anyone but who she is and I was wrong to try to get her to submit. We men, we love a challenge.

Ladies, it is hard for a man to admit when he is wrong. I was wrong throughout this entire ordeal. I was wrong. There I said it and I'm done with that. I am a competitive being and Claudette was my Mount Everest, I wanted to climb her and conquer her instead of just being grateful for the experience. Lesson learned. When I hang up the phone, I think about this mess I've helped create.

My thoughts first go to Ashley. She is a lovely girl, but I don't love her. Desiree and Monica have put me in a position that I don't want to be in. I took this girls' virginity-a most sacred thing, even to me.

With Chloe, it was different, I knew from the beginning she was a submissive and I wanted her to be my sub. Ashley was not and would never be my choice. So now, where did that leave us? I knew that Claudette would never put me before her daughter and she shouldn't, so how do we do this without hurting Ashley. I was stumped.

Claudette has been regretting this plane trip but it is necessary if she was going to stop Monica. She landed in Lithonia, Georgia and rented a car. It had been a long time since she had been here; a lifetime ago, that she really didn't want to remember, but she had to for her sake, Ashley's and Mitchell. In spite of the fact that she hadn't been here in ten years, since her mother's funeral, she still knew the way by heart.

She hadn't phoned him to tell him she was coming because he might not see her and she needed him to see her. Nobody knew she was here, they all thought, including James, that she had gone to London and she would be leaving for London just as soon as she took care of this business.

The house was as she remembered it, but she hesitated before ringing the bell, too many memories. But taking a deep breath, she pushed the button.

He had been watching her for sometime from behind the curtain. He knew why she was here – it of course had something to do with Monica.

He opened the front door. His face was serious, but his eyes held a twinkle. Inside Claudette sighed, he was happy to see her. She also felt guilty at not coming home before now.

Through the screen he said, "What has your sister done now? Who has she hurt?"

Claudette hung her head, "Ashley, me and a man that I've fallen in love with. Daddy can you help me?"

He opened the screen door and she fell into it. All her bravado was gone and she collapsed into her father's arms weeping. He patted her head and led her inside.

"Nathan is at school and then football practice until eight. We have plenty of time to talk. Come on in sit down. I'll put on a pot." He said and led her to the kitchen.

Over coffee with plenty of cream and his famous peach cobbler, she told him everything, leaving nothing out. She knew he would not judge her. He knew about the life. In fact, her mother had been his submissive and then his slave. She had hidden in the basement one night and watched him take her mother. She watched how much her mother enjoyed it, but she knew that was not who she was.

Her father knew she was there. He also knew that she was a dominant. Claudette was very strong willed even back then. She was her father's daughter. He never mentioned that he had seen her. When she turned 19, she had gone to him and he had taught her. He never touched her. He instructed her. She trusted him as she had never trusted anyone and she learned from him.

He took her to clubs in Georgia, London, New York and Paris. She learned everything there was to know and when she got her first submissive, he helped train him. Her daddy, Westley Casey was the only one who would know what to do about Monica.

"How is Nathan?" Claudette asked.

"He's fine. Thank god he's more like his daddy than his mother." Westley got up and went into the living room. He returned with a photo of her nephew. He was a handsome boy. He had Monica's eyes but he looked more like his father.

Claudette's voice caught. Nathan's father, Ethan her first love and Monica had tricked him and he had gotten her pregnant. He had done the right thing and married her, but Monica being Monica had cheated on him then run away to California. She broke him, but Claudette got her revenge she took Nathan away from her.

Monica had never forgiven her sister for this betrayal and now...she had used her niece to get her revenge.

Claudette sat with her father as the sun came down telling him everything. He listened. When she was done talking she felt a lightness come over her.

Westley smiled, "You love this Mitchell Murphy, don't you?"

Claudette lowered her gaze and stared at her hands as she answered, "Yes daddy, I love him very much, but we really don't know each other." She looked up at her father, "And I won't be his slave."

"Tell him that. I think the two of you are very much alike. Joining forces to defeat Monica will bring the two of you together. I think this is a very good match for you. I am looking forward to meeting Mr. Murphy." Westley took both of his daughter's hands in his, "But what to do about Ashley."

"That's my problem. She thinks that she is in love with Mitchell. I don't want to see her hurt." Claudette said sadly.

"That I can't really help you with. All I can say to you is this will work itself out. It just might be that Ashley needs to be Mitchell's sub to see if she likes this position." Westley said earnestly. "If she's anything like you once she's tried it, she might not like being in the submissive position."

Claudette understood and sighed. She looked at her watch. It was 7:30. "I should be going" She stood up.

"Nonsense. Your nephew hasn't seen you in a very long time. Why don't you stay in your old room and spend some time with him."

"I don't know if I should. He will ask about Monica. Does he know what happened?" Claudette asked hesitatingly.

"He knows everything. I do not keep secrets from him. He knows about the life. He does not participate, but he knows. He caught grandma and me before she passed. He asked questions, I answered all of them. He also knows about Monica, the whole sordid story. He's 21 and got a girlfriend. A very pretty girl named Wendy. He is a virgin, saving himself for marriage." Westley chuckles, "Masturbates five times a day."

At that moment, the front door opens. A voice called out, "Gramps who's convertible is that in the drive..." He stopps talking as he enters the room.

Into the kitchen came a 6'1" very handsome young man. He stopped at the doorway as he saw the woman seated at the kitchen table. She stood up and recognition showed on his face. "Aunt Claudette, you're here, how? Why?" Then his face clouded, "What has my mother done?"

"Nothing. Come and give your Aunt a kiss. I just came to see how my two favorite men were doing. It's been a long time." She held her arms wide.

Nathan hugged his Aunt. She pulled back to look at him. "You are one tall drink of water. My handsome nephew." She kissed his cheek.

"Are you staying? Please say you're staying. "He asks and Claudette grins still hugging him. "I can stay till tomorrow afternoon then I have a flight to London."

Nathan rubbed his hands together. "Okay boy, you get to cook dinner tonight. Show your Aunty what you've learned." Westley turned to Claudette. "Let me show you to your old room."

Westley and Claudette walked upstairs and into her old room. She gasped as she walked in. There were pictures of her in frames from birth to now. Some cut out from magazines, others from photos she had sent to them. The room had a new bed and a new dresser, but her old posters from college were there as well as her trophies for track, dance and gymnastics.

There were also photos of her and her mother, her and her father, the three of them and then photos of her with a young Monica. They were so close. Claudette walked up to the photo and picked it up two sisters hugging each other and mugging for the camera.

She also picked up a photo of her mother who she missed greatly. A tear formed on her eye and she wiped it away. Westley put his arm around his daughter's waist and kissed her cheek. She put down the photos, put her arm around her father, and sobbed.

"It's all going to be fine. It will work itself out. Just know that you are a strong, black woman who has accomplished much. Do what you need to do and everything will work out?"

Westley left Claudette alone to get ready for dinner and to cancel her hotel reservation. An hour later, she came downstairs in jeans and a tee shirt she found in the closet, which she could still fit in.

The table was set and there was a platters and bowls filled with fried chicken, collard and mustard greens, baked macaroni, rice and beans and homemade biscuits. A pitcher of sweet tea was on the table.

"Wow this looks great." She said as Nathan held out her chair.

Westley smiled at his grandson, "Claudette this boy can really cook. He has surpassed me in the kitchen and he loves doing it."

Nathan smiled and said, "I prepared everything yesterday and just had to cook it. I like being in the kitchen."

"What do you plan to do after college?" Claudette asked taking a bite of her chicken. "This is so good." She exclaimed.

Nathan laughed, "I got two offers to go pro; one from the New York Jets and one from the Packers. I also got an offer to come to Paris and go to the Cordon Bleu. I'm trying to decide which I like better."

Claudette looked at Westley who nodded, "Whatever you decide, whatever you need, you ask me. I'll make sure you have what you need."

Nathan grinned, "Gee thanks Aunty. I know that football will give me lots of money, but that's not my motivation. I love the game, but cooking is a passion of mine. I'll let you know when I make the decision.

Claudette thought for a moment, "Is it possible you could do both? Play football for a while then go to Paris?"

Nathan's eyes grew wide, "I'll think on that." He said.

They ate and talked. For dessert, Nathan brought out a red velvet cake he had made. It was delicious

Over coffee Nathan asked, "Have you seen my mother? I heard she's in New York."

Claudette sighed, "Yes I've seen her and she's fine."

"Does she ask about me?" He said hopefully.

"Not to me." Claudette said softly. "You need to speak to your cousin Ashley. They are very close."

Nathan shook his head and changed the subject.

He left them to finish some homework and go to bed. Claudette also went to her room. She took out her cell phone and called me. I was just getting ready for bed.

"Hello Mitchell." Her voice said on the phone. She sounded tired.

"Hey there you? How are you?" I said.

"I'm fine. I'm in Georgia visiting my father. I needed to talk to him about Monica." Claudette said and she could feel her nipples getting hard just from the sound of my voice.

"I am looking forward to Saturday." I say as my dick did a jump.

"Me too. I didn't get all the answers here. I will have to think about how to stop Monica and also how to protect Ashley." Claudette said to me. "Look I have to go. I have a flight to London tomorrow."

"Good night Claudette." I say. "Have a safe trip."

As I hung up the phone, I could picture her in my mind. I don't usually masturbate, but my dick was screaming for relief. I pulled my cock out of my pajama bottoms and started stroking him as I pictured Claudette sucking my cock.

Claudette eased two fingers into her pussy, when there was a knock on the door. She eased her fingers out, pulled up the covers and said, "Come in."

Westley came in and handed her a bag, then he turned and left. Inside the bag was a vibrator. Claudette laughed and then put it to good use. Her dad knew her well.

In the morning, Claudette hugged her nephew who had prepared muffins for her before he left for his classes. She spent some time with her father then left for the airport.

On the way to London, Claudette thought only about me and Ashley and how to clean up this mess.

I came very hard that night and after I cleaned up, I knew that I would do whatever was possible to have this woman in my life.

James knew in his gut that something was up. He called the London office and was told that Claudette had not arrived yet. He had no idea where she was and she wasn't answering her cell phone.

He had phoned Monica and she didn't know anything. Where the fuck was Claudette?

Two days later, she phoned him. "Where have you been?" He asked angrily.

Claudette smiled and smirked, "Who do you work for? Who is your Mistress?"

James calmed himself, he had gone too far, "I work for you. I'm sorry Madame."

"I will be home in a few days." Claudette said and hung up. James would have to pay for his betrayal. She and Mitch would find a way to make him pay for siding with Monica. He needed to relearn his place.

Saturday arrived and I was eager to see her. I had my housekeeper clean the house until it was spotless while I went to the florist and bought fresh flowers.

I had prepared dinner and purchased a very expensive bottle of white wine. For dessert, I went to my favorite bakery and bought a berry tart. I was ready and dressed in a white shirt with black linen pants.

She arrived on time and looking as if she stepped out of a fashion magazine in a black and white print dress with red heels and a big black hat that hid her face. In her hand she held a bottle of wine which I took from her and set on the counter.

She removed the hat with a flourish and I couldn't help myself. I swept Claudette into my arms and kissed her deep and hard. She responded and held me to her.

Our tongues did a duel and I knew that dinner would be late. I unzipped her dress and eased it down her arms to see the delectable and delightful black demi-bra and garter belt with black lace stockings. She wore a pair of black panties. I dropped to my knees and smelled her through her panties. She smelled delicious.

Claudette threw back her head, "Mitchell." She moaned and I eased down her panties. I unhooked the hose and took them down and off her feet with her shoes.

A little too roughly I opened her legs and dived into her pussy. On my knees, I ate her standing leaning against the wall. I sucked and ate her like a man after his last meal. She held me there, moaning and groaning, "Oh God, ahhh..." She still held her hat with one hand while she played with my face with the other.

I ate her for my life and savored every scent as she held me to her. I teased her sex wanting this to last until finally she begged, "Mitchell please, I need, I need, I need to cum."

I took her clit into my mouth and drove three fingers into her soppy pussy; the hat fell to the floor as she screamed her orgasm and used both hands to nearly suffocate me in her cunt. I loved every minute of it. She tasted better than any dessert I have ever had. I ate her to two more orgasms before she collapsed on the floor beside me. I swept her into my arms and we kissed. She sucked her juices from my lips and then licked my face tasting all of herself.

I gazed at her body; naked except for her bra and she looked glorious to me.

"One of us is very overdressed," She smirked cocking her head.

I laughed. God it felt good to laugh with her. I lifted her up into my arms and took her into the bedroom where I lay her down on the bed. She watched me as I undressed, my dick standing at attention, the pre-cum starting to slide down the side.

Claudette licked her lips and when I was naked, she crawled to the edge of the bed. My dick led me forward and I stood in front of her as she opened her mouth and took the head in.

I could barely contain myself. The touch of her mouth on my cock made the old boy wanted to cum, but I held him off. I allowed her to do this her way and she was good, very damn good. She sucked me all the way down her throat and back to my tip. She swirled her tongue around my cock and made it sing. My dick has never felt so good.

She made love to my dick with passion and emotion. Tears fell from her eyes as she sucked me and I understood. This woman loves me. Gently I touched her short-cropped hair. She looked up at me and removed her mouth. "Fuck my mouth Mitchell. Fuck it hard." She said and she went back down on my cock.

I took her at her word and slammed my dick into her. It went past her throat and down where she hummed and sucked and swirled and licked me until finally I stood up on my toes holding her head and I exploded! I came in her mouth with every fiber of my being. My dick shot load after load and the hair on my arms and my legs rose. The orgasm was so intense that I stood on my toes and held her head to my cock. She took it all, sucking me without missing a drop.

Exhausted, I stroked her face and watched her swallow my seed. She pulled back licking and sucking me clean. She lay back on the pillows and I joined her in the bed, taking her in my arms holding her and kissing her. I unhooked her bra to see those magnificent breasts and bent to kiss them.

"I love you." I said.

She gazed up at me, "I love you also."

We held each other and slept.

When we awoke about four hours later, I gave her a bathrobe and put on my pajama bottoms. Holding her hand, we walked into the kitchen and I brought out the dinner, heating the chicken in the microwave and taking out a salad.

I opened the bottle of wine and poured it into two wine glasses. We ate in silence for a while, but touching each other.

"Should we talk about all this?" She asked.

"Tomorrow." I answered.

She grinned. I kissed her chicken covered mouth then swept her back into my arms and carried her back to the bed where I wanted into that pussy. She laughed and snuggled into my arms, caressing my neck with light kisses.

I laid her on the bed and she opened her strong, black legs in welcome. As I got between them she said, "Mitchell, I want it rough. Fuck my pussy, then fuck my ass, take me Mitchell, make me yours."

"You are mine forever." I said. In one stroke, I was all the way in. I fucked her and I owned her that night. I fucked her deep and hard and I made love to her.

I whispered in her ear, "Claudette I love you. I adore you. I want you to be with me always. We'll work it out baby."

I said slamming into her. She came, then begged me, "Mitchell, take my ass. Put that big cock inside my ass and fuck me."

Reluctantly I pulled out of her pussy. I bent down and gave it a lick, then turned her over in one flip. She looked back at me with a smile on her face.

Reaching back, she opened her ass to me. Reaching over I went to get the lube but she stopped me.