The Mistress and the Mouse

by JJ Giles

  She touched his shoulder and then pointed to the anus.

  “That hurts,” he protested.

  “She loves it,” Morgan whispered. “Gently.”

  Dan pulled out of his wife and held himself at the orifice. Tenderly, he pushed there. But it was Morgan’s hand that balled and contacted Caroline’s back. And Morgan screamed, “Open for your Master, now. He wants you like this.”

  Dan felt that muscle relax and effortlessly he slid in, the expression on his features purely joyful. Morgan grasped his hand and pushed it under his wife that he might stroke her clit a little. Only a moment more and Caroline was howling, Dan was growling, forced into his wife in a most congenial way.

  Only after the submissive was once again cleaned and rubbed down Morgan asked, “Would you like to stay for dinner? Your slave needs to learn table etiquette.”

  Quickly, his breath escaped knowing that they hadn’t done anything to infuriate Morgan. “Of course, that’s very generous.”

  “Send your submissive to the kitchen with mine and our dinner will then be delivered to the veranda.”

  “Go make dinner, sweetie,” he ordered. Kitty took Caroline’s hand and led her away.

  “So,” Morgan started as she fell into her chair. “Are we having fun yet?”

  “This has been the most incredible afternoon of my life,” he nearly shouted. Filled with excitement, he thrust into the room, eyeing the equipment.

  “Is your wife turned on?”

  “Totally. It’s like she’s sucking me into her...isn’t it? Like, uhh...I couldn’t tear myself away from her if I had to.”

  “Pretty much,” Morgan said smiling. “You work in the same building, right?”

  He nodded.

  “How ‘bout this? Get with the maintenance people and get a key to one of the closets. You go get her, take her to the closet, take her in the closet and then take her to lunch.”

  His face brightened with a huge smile. “I like it.”

  Morgan smiled and moved toward a wall of built-in drawers. She rummaged for a moment and then returned. “So on days she’s to be your submissive rather than merely your wife, you slip this over a finger before you leave for work so that she’ll know she’s to be used that day.”

  He held out his hand and Morgan dropped the very plain iron ring into it. “Just like O,” he whispered affectionately.

  “If you like I’ll teach you about wax candles, not just any candle,” she warned. “Kosher candles don’t burn as hot...and you and she can find your collective level of homeostasis.”

  “This is incredible. I didn’t think I could love a woman more than I love her. I feel closer to her right now than the day we got married.”

  “Oh, it gets much better than even today. Just don’t ever quit asking yourself what turns her on. I get the impression she wouldn’t like to see you with other women, though.”

  He shrugged. “We’ve never talked about it.”

  “Would it turn her on to watch you discipline a male?”

  “Uhhh...I don’t know,” he said with a decadent smile.

  “Maybe I can arrange that,” Morgan offered. “You wouldn’t have a problem if another man took her?”

  Nervously, he rubbed at his hands. “I’ve never thought about it. I probably won’t be able to think about anything else now, thank you,” he said laughing a little. “Where do you get all this stuff?”

  She went to another drawer and retrieved a catalog.

  “Thanks,” he said softly. “I’ll definitely think about it.”

  “Just remember. If every man’s fantasy is to see two women together, think what woman fantasize about.”

  He leered at her a little. “Men together, huh? You?”

  She wrinkled her nose a little. “It makes me ache.”

  * * * *

  Comfortably contained in a deeply cushioned wrought iron chair, Dan drank the iced tea as he studied the details of Morgan’s expansive gardens. “This is exactly what I want. Brian was out a couple of weeks ago.”

  Morgan tightened with the very name. “Brian?” She hadn’t expected to hear his name.

  “He’s a pretty incredible guy,” Dan commented. “He was there for a couple of hours, sent the surveyors out, worked up the plans in two weeks time. Of course, I can’t afford it all at one time but he worked up a three year plan. They’ll plant the evergreens around the perimeter next week and build a gazebo this year. Next summer, the pool and patio. I can’t wait.”

  “He’s good,” she gasped.

  “He did all of this out here, didn’t he?”

  Clinging to the very edge of sanity, she nodded. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen him. How’s he doing?”

  “Looks real good to me,” Dan offered. “But uhh...he’s what you would classify as submissive, isn’t he?”

  Unable to look at him, she only nodded again. The sharpness of the pain in her chest precluded her from speaking.

  “Is he your submissive?”

  Deeply, she drew hard on the cigarette as she clutched the glass. She could only shake her head, restrain her voice from breaking free and shouting, ‘yes, you idiot, he’s mine.’ But she couldn’t. She could only hold to that anguish, force it back down into the darkest hole in her heart.

  “Too bad,” Dan said softly. “For him, I might be able to get it up.”

  The tears in Morgan’s eyes clouded her vision. She dragged her fingers under them to collect those tears. Just then Caroline popped out with a fresh pitcher of tea. Shamelessly, Dan pulled her into his lap.

  “You are too cute.” He grabbed a breast and kissed it affectionately.

  Caroline wiggled a little, her smile broad.

  “Morgan says that Brian Alexander is submissive. Do you think maybe you’d like to watch me discipline him?”

  “God, he’s so cute,” she said still wiggling.

  “I saw the way you were watching him. I’ll speak to him the next time I see him. After all, he’s been so very generous with his time creating something so romantic. We ought to return the favor, hadn’t we? And if I allow him to take you...” Quite forcefully, he rolled her nipple between his fingers.

  “Oh, honey. I do love you.” Her breath was heavy with her excitement.

  Inside, Morgan died. To think that Brian could enjoy anyone but her she felt her face flush with rage. To think that he could enjoy this shameless hussy made her ache. That they could enjoy this couple together made tears rush to her eyes because he was gone now and that couldn’t be.

  “Excuse me,” she whispered. She ran away from them and the very thought of it to the kitchen.

  “Morgan,” Kitty screamed under her breath. “What’s the matter?”

  Heartily, Morgan sniffed back her tears. “I’m okay,” she whispered. But she was decidedly not okay. And then she broke into a flood of tears.

  “Mistress,” Kitty whispered. Obviously, something had just set her off. “C’mon.” With her arms around Morgan, Kitty led her to the staircase. “Let me help you. Change your clothes and you’ll feel better.”

  “Yeah,” Morgan whispered as she mounted the stairs.

  How easily she could envision the scene in her mind. Her precious Brian on his hands and knees, his legs parted, his genitalia quite exposed. She would have Caroline straddle him, lay down on his back so that both of their asses were available. Something about a hinged phallus in both of them at the same time...and she tore off the teddy, ripped the stockings from her legs and threw her shoes at the wall.

  They’d never enjoyed the company of another couple like that. Was that her fault? Her raging hypocrisy of being so bitterly jealous? And now...to think Dan was going to proposition Brian...make him do Caroline...it made her stomach cramp.

  Rather than commit suicide over it, she dressed in jeans, a cute little tank top and returned to the veranda.

  “I apologize,” Dan whispered. “I didn’t mean to insult you.”

  Forcing control, Morgan said softly, �
��Not at all.”

  “If I can seduce this guy, may I invite you over to watch?”

  “Oh, uhh...” shaking her head. “No. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”

  “Ended badly, huh?”

  Morgan smirked. She wasn’t usually so readable. “Next topic,” she said with renewed command.

  * * * *

  Morgan said good-bye at the lower level stairs and stormed up the stairs. She threw open a suitcase and began filling it. She couldn’t stay here any longer, just couldn’t. The thought that Brian was getting married without her was impossible to endure.

  “What the hell’s the matter with you?” Kitty screamed.

  “We’re leaving! After the wedding, I’m selling this place.”

  “Morgan, you can’t be serious,” Kitty cried.

  “If you want to go with me, get your clothes.”

  Ah, this couldn’t be happening. “What the hell happened?”

  “I tell you what happened,” Morgan screamed. Her expression was as vicious as anything Kitty had ever seen. “The bastard wants to proposition Brian now and make Brian fuck her.” Suddenly, she froze in place. And then she shattered and fell to the floor with heaving sobs of undiluted agony.

  Heavily, Kitty huffed as she plopped on the floor beside Morgan and wrapped an arm around her. “You know what? He’s the asshole that left you. Obviously, there’s something wrong with him, Morgan. I don’t know what his problem is, but maybe you’re better off. And I’ve never seen a man crazier for a woman than Jerry Abernathy is for you. So fuck Mouse, let him go about his business whatever it is and bring Big Daddy home, honey.”

  Morgan whimpered a little. “He never even said good-bye. I don’t even know what I did to piss him off. I love that man so much.”

  Tenderly, Kitty wrapped her up and rocked her. “And he refuses to return any of your calls. So do this. Let Dan and Caroline play with him. Next Saturday when they come out for the afternoon, ask Dan how it went.”

  Morgan jerked toward Kitty to stare into those pretty dark eyes. “Maybe Dan could find out who he’s getting married to, at least.”

  “No shit,” Kitty rasped. “You’re not very good at the game, are you?”

  Suddenly, Morgan thrust off the floor, her fingers splayed as her mind raced. “Right. I mean...what the hell...it’s not Caroline’s fault that Brian is so drop-dead gorgeous, is it? Who the hell wouldn’t want him? But I thought he was satisfied here. What the hell did I do?” she cried.

  “I don’t know. But we’ll find out,” Kitty said with a twisted smile.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Brian lingered in his father’s bed a while longer able to think of nothing other than Morgan. Where was she this morning? Mass, probably. It was Sunday. Who was she with? Who was keeping her warm at night?

  Aggravated he got up and showered. He was losing weight, he noticed. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Drinking all the time. But it was too early to start, especially on a Sunday. Should at least take a day off from beer.

  But maybe he should drive out to Commercial Point and see how Dan Gregory’s project was doing. Yeah...and maybe Mom would go with me.

  He opened the door of her suite and walked through the anteroom. Softly, he knocked on the door of her bedroom. No answer was forthcoming so he opened the door a little. The sound of snoring surprised him.

  Soundlessly, he moved into the room to see within a seam of light that his mother was not only still sleeping, she wasn’t alone. Not alone at all. For a moment he stared, unable to understand. And then he left as silently as he came.

  Incredible. Only a few months before she was so broken up about his dad leaving. Already his father had been replaced. Incredible.

  In the anteroom he fell on the sofa to sort it out. Why should she be alone? he thought. Maybe he should be happy for her. Maybe she wouldn’t have to be alone ever again. Why should she love his father, especially after the way he’d treated her all of her life?

  Screw this, he told himself as he fled the confusion and went for coffee. “Ridiculous.” He went to the garage for his graduation present.

  “Hey, Cletus. How’s the Diablo?”

  “That is one fine car, Brian,” the chauffeur said. “I put about fifty miles a week on it just to keep it in shape.”

  Brian held up his hand and Cletus threw the keys. “See ya’ later, baby,” Brian offered. Happily, he slid into the seat.

  He turned the key, reveling in the sound of the still tight motor. But the car was old, twelve years old. Certainly hadn’t been thrashed for awhile. Not since he drove it anyway. Slowly, he inched out of the garage.

  “Nice car,” he whispered. He pulled out onto the street, the feeling of sitting on the road itself a total rush. Power...and more power as he arrived at the freeway ramp and floored it.

  “Oh, I have missed this,” he said. He placed his sunglasses on his nose and raked his fingers through his wind-blown hair.

  * * * *

  “Honey, there’s a strange car in the driveway,” Caroline said.

  Dan got up and peered out the living room window, spellbound. “That’s a Lamborghini Diablo,” he whispered with astonishment. “You don’t see them things everyday. Who the hell would leave a car like that sitting around?”

  Without further hesitation, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, he opened the front door. No one. He pulled the door shut behind him and started down the walk. Incredible car. He walked past the screaming-banshee yellow paint and started down the driveway toward the back.

  No one, as he looked at the back door. His vision traveled over the expanse of lawn gently sloping toward the creek at the rear of the property to see a man standing there looking toward the house.

  “Brian Alexander? A landscaper in a Diablo?” he whispered. Without hesitation, Dan started down the hill. Brian hadn’t seen him and turned toward the lot line seeming to step it off.

  Brian Alexander, Dan thought wistfully as he watched Brian.

  As Dan neared, he said, “Hey,” with a strong voice. He was so very happy to see Brian.

  Quickly, Brian turned, obviously embarrassed. “Man...I’m sorry. I didn’t come out here to disturb you,” Brian said softly as he held out his hand. “I left my car parked at the end of the driveway so closing the door wouldn’t wake you up. I just wanted to see what they got done last week and what we’re gonna do this week.”

  “Not at all,” Dan said, his smile broad. “I’m happy to see you. And I’m pretty happy with what’s going on around here.” He looked over the property and saw a good portion of it plowed under, disced, and ready to plant.

  “This is a fabulous lot,” Brian whispered. Immensely, he appreciated the canvas upon which his vision would soon sprout.

  “Thanks. I bought it when I graduated from college and land was still cheap out here. Moved in a double-wide. But my dad had other ideas. I think because my mom passed away when I was still in elementary school, he wants to retire out here. He built the house for me, thinks there’s gonna be grandchildren to fill up five bedrooms,” with a laugh. “But he’s crazy about Caroline. Knows that our thing is zero population growth. And since my brothers and sisters are naturally horny...”

  “I can relate.” Curious as hell about a gorgeous home covered in stone and where that kind of money comes from, Brian asked, “So uhh...what’s your dad do?”

  “He pitched for the Cincinnati Reds for a lot of years. He’s a pitching coach now.”

  “Oh, shit. Zero Gregory,” he shouted with astonishment. “Zero errors, zero balls, and a whole hell of a lot of no hitters. I bet he’s got some stories to tell.”

  Dan laughed “And he’ll tell you every one of them if you sit and listen. My brother’s pretty good, too. Plays out in San Diego. But it wasn’t my thing. I went to school so I could run the family business.”

  “What’s that?” Brian asked.

  “Because ball players have limited career spans, Dad invested in pizza.
Mama Mia’s when they first opened. Five years ago we bought out the other investors and own it privately now. Opened our hundred and eightieth store last week in Sacramento. I’m the CEO.”

  “Fascinating. I love your little talking pepperoni.”

  Dan began to laugh and couldn’t quit. Idly, he raked the moisture from his eyes. “That idea turned me on as soon as I saw it. A stick of pepperoni wearing a fedora pretending to be the Godfather.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s the village idiot of pizza mascots and it’s been selling pizzas big time.”

  “It’s the cornball commercials that get the attention,” Brian mewed. “And I really like that soap opera angle.”

  Dan shrugged. “I loved it. I’m assured that the stick of pepperoni is the ultimate phallic symbol and actually fits into the green peppers, the mushrooms and the olives and he takes them all on a bed of simmering mozzarella.”

  Brian laughed. “Is he ever gonna pick just one and get married?”

  “Ehh, he’s a whore. The green pepper is gonna get pregnant and give birth to a new pizza here soon, and Godfather Pepperoni is gonna baptize junior. And then he’s gonna take junior on a few travels and get mixed up with a little tart in Hawaii. Falls in love with a pineapple.”

  “Oh, shit,” Brian said with a turned up nose. “Green peppers and pineapples?”

  “Yuck. Pineapples and pepperoni. Junior’s gonna hang on the beach and get molested by a cute little shrimp.”

  “Oh, for shit’s sake,” Brian howled, almost crying with the humor in that. “Pizzas for the same-sex crowd. I can’t wait.”

  Dan smiled. This was going very well, this very subtle seduction of Brian Alexander. He turned away to survey his fiefdom. “Anyway...Caroline and I are pretty excited about this.”

  “I am, too. I can see exactly what this is gonna look like when we’re finished. You and your wife will be having lots of fun out here.”

  “Yeah...and I’m liable to get her some help. A little submissive or two.”

  Sheepishly, Brian grinned. “Well...if she likes her little slaves you know what to do with the bedrooms now.”