Double-Crossed

by Barbra Novac

  “I hate to be a pain, my lovely, but I have to go to work.” His fingers were still playing between her legs. “So I might have to leave you in bed with one of your little toys to finish off this job while I go and take a shower.”

  He kissed her a few more times, then reached over to the drawer by her bed, rolling back with her favorite vibrator. He kissed her on the lips again.

  “Take this and make sure you come while I'm in the shower. I want to hear that noise going as I get ready.”

  With that, he hopped out of bed, and she watched as his naked ass walked toward the bathroom. That sight alone brought her to the place she needed to be.

  As soon as she heard the shower running, Marianne took her toy and placed it on her clitoris. Starting it up, she thrilled to the sensations of the vibrations running through her clit up inside her hungry sheath. Soon the entrance to the hole started to ache, and she could feel the wetness seeping out of her.

  Listening to the shower, she thought of Peter in bed next to her and his fingers running through the folds of flesh on her pussy. She thought of the way that he first demanded her compliance in the doorway that night they had their date. She thought of his insisting that she expose herself to him, and she thought of the previous night. Peter let her come early, then continued to pleasure each of them for hours. They'd watched the BDSM porn together, they talked at great length about the POS, and they ate food, and fucked again. They stayed naked all night, exploring each other's bodies and minds. Every now and then, Peter would get insistent with her, and she'd be required to obey some command, but these moments were always pleasurable and exciting for Marianne. This night, two like creatures frolicked, played, and tested their newfound suitability.

  With these thoughts running through her mind, she could feel her orgasm building. She thought again of the social yesterday and how much she wished Peter could have been there to watch what she had watched. Imagining him standing at the back of the room as the two submissives pleasured each other, the heat turning up in the room, gave the event more potency, if possible. She saw herself kneeling before Peter, taking out his cock, and sucking hard on it. She imagined him standing her up, and with her bent at the waist so that she could keep sucking him, he would slide her skirt up so that all those in the room could see deep into her hungry pussy.

  Just at that moment, as she imagined her open pussy on view, she felt her orgasm coming down her spine and into the deep, wet depths of her womb. Her legs became stiff, and her toes spread as she arched her back slightly and allowed her pussy to explode in on itself, convulsing and sucking on the empty space as the vibrator kept up on her clitoris. She moaned aloud until she felt the river of warmth flood her nerve endings, and she dropped the vibrator while the adrenaline seeped through every part of her body.

  “God, that was hot.”

  Marianne flung open her eyes to see Peter standing there. She hadn't realized he'd come into the room. Naked and damp, he stood in front of her, with an enormous erection. Even in her postorgasmic stupor, Marianne thrilled to the sight. He walked toward the side of the bed.

  “Baby, help me out. I'm almost there,” he said as he pointed his cock toward her mouth.

  Marianne opened her mouth wide, and in the languid thrill of her orgasm, took his flesh into her mouth and lapped and sucked at it. He held it lower down and stroked it into her mouth.

  “Fuck, that feels so good. You got my dick so hard, baby.” His lewd words made Marianne feel wild, and she spread her legs and pointed her ass high in the air as she lowered herself to suck evenly on his cock. He leaned forward and sank a finger into her wetness.

  “Damn, that's good,” he said.

  She felt his pending orgasm rising in his thrusting member. With his finger in her wet hot pussy, he started to thrust his cock into her mouth, just as he did in her fantasy. With a groan as he looked at the ceiling, he pumped his cum into her mouth, and Marianne drank all of it down, relishing the opportunity to have his seed all over her tongue. It all felt so good in the afterglow of her orgasm, and his sexiness and the excitement consumed her so that she started to feel she might be able to go again!

  His penis started to reduce in size as it relaxed down onto his body.

  This guy will be the death of me, she thought as she lay face down on the bed.

  Peter caught his breath as his penis receded. She just drank down his sperm as if it were the most natural thing in the world. This seductress, wild beyond porn star, offered herself to him in every way. Her deep sexuality writhed in front of him, not a perverse, slutty sexuality, but a measurement of her freedom and total abandon. This attracted Peter completely, who'd been looking for her his entire life.

  Her vulnerability came out, but not in a naive way. The wildness inside drove her, but at the same time, she innocently had no foolish whims. She wasn't a woman to make mistakes that had serious consequences because of her sexual nature. This combination of inner wisdom and sexual abandon reached into Peter and struck him at his core.

  He leaned forward and touched her tits, loving the way they felt in his hands, so hot and heavy. She had a great body—one he would like to spend the rest of his life exploring. He could work with Marianne. He could win her complete trust sexually and drive her wild with his ideas, as well as love her and live with her as a partner. He couldn't believe Joe had her hidden for all these years!

  Marianne had fallen into a kind of postorgasmic sexual stupor beneath him. She lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with her eyes half closed. Her vagina, being the source of her deepest drive, could be her betrayer. It owned a great deal of her. This force, most men feared generally. She needed sex desperately.

  Thank God she's fussy, he thought for the hundredth time. Peter feared it also, but in an exhilarating way. The same way he feared climbing a tall mountain. Relating to her commanded respect. There lay the key to her fidelity.

  Leaning over her, his cock resting comfortably, he kissed the top of her head. He turned her slowly to her side so that he could sweep the hair away from her face and check on the bruise there. A feeling of intense fury welled up inside him, as it had on the few occasions when he'd noticed it earlier. He would make sure that prick would pay. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and in this case, ice flowed through Peter's veins when he thought about serving a kind of justice to that man. He didn't want Don just to suffer. He wanted him to feel the suffering, every step of the way.

  However, he'd work this through properly to be sure of maximum impact. Somehow, someway, someday, that asshole would pay for doing this to her, and it would be very slow and very painful, with or without help from the law.

  Marianne lay on the bed, her body naturally opening up as she rolled onto her back in her languid state. Peter had to go to work, but he wanted to just lie beside her and curl up and tell her how he knew he could spend his life with her, and that he really wanted it, that he'd never had feelings like this about any woman before, even though he'd only just met her. He'd never been surer in his life.

  However, he couldn't. Beside the fact that he had to be at work, he felt too vulnerable to reveal himself so deeply to her. The kind of love that he wanted took time, even with a woman like this one. They'd have to sneak up to each other in the dark of the night before he could fully reveal the darkness and longing in his soul.

  Looking down at her as she lay in her half sleep, he said, “I need to get ready for work, but I think you're beautiful, and I wish I could lie there next to you.”

  He turned toward the lounge area where he'd left his clothes. Funny how I never seem to be able to get to her room dressed, he thought as he put on the suit he wore the day before. Looking down at it, he realized he would have to go home to change. That suddenly reminded him of something cheeky. Tonight was a special Thursday night. He saw how hot the social had made her, and he'd completely forgotten the special annual party that night. A great party, not to be missed. He always bought tickets, even if he didn't go. He wonde
red if taking her would be too much, too soon. Walking back into the bedroom, he saw her in exactly the same place that he'd left her, only now her hand lay between her legs fondling her wet pussy.

  Yeah! Peter thought. I think she's ready!

  “What a naughty girl, still playing with your body.” Peter smiled down at her, but he didn't want to get involved at this stage. He had to go home and then make his way to work. He wanted to get the day over with so they could take part in the plan he had for her. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him like a sleepy cat, pulling her hand away from between her legs.

  “I guess I can't help it. Maybe you should get to work so I don't have to think about it so much.” She had a playful smile on her face. Peter sympathized. In her company, sex drove every impulse in him as well.

  “I'll get to work in a minute. But I wondered if you'd do me two favors.”

  She turned and got up on to her knees in earnest, her breasts swaying. She had a serious look on her face.

  “Of course. Anything.”

  “I would like to take you out somewhere special tonight. Along the lines of where you went with your friends, but a little more adventurous.” He loved the way that her eyes lit up when he told her.

  “I'd love to. You were the only thing missing from the other morning. Something even wilder and more exciting than that! How can I say no?”

  “Good. In addition, the other thing I want you to do is go to Gallery Serpentine down in Evans Road. Do you know the place?”

  She smiled. “Of course. I've admired the clothes in that place for a long time.”

  “Have you ever worn anything from there?”

  “No. I only know about it because I've lived here for so long, and I've gone past it quite often.”

  “Well, I hope you don't mind, but I'm very familiar with Gallery Serpentine, and on past occasions, I've sent women there to be dressed. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable.”

  “Not at all. We've both had people in our past.”

  Peter cringed a little when he looked at the mark that her past had made on her face, but he allowed the comment to pass unnoticed. He wanted to focus on the moment.

  “I'll call them and make an appointment for you. I know exactly what I want them to give you. I'll dress you, and I'll pay for it, and then that's what I want you to wear when I come and collect you tonight. Is that okay with you?” He reached out and caressed her naked breasts with his hands. “Of course, I think this outfit you have on now is the best that you have, but I don't want everyone else at the party enjoying it too.”

  She smiled and placed her hands over his and guided him over her breasts. Peter decided that he'd better be out of there soon if he'd make it to work at all.

  “I need to get going. I must be at work soon, and I still have to go home and change. As much as I don't want to leave you, even for a second, I'm going to have to acknowledge that the day has more in it than just us.”

  She smiled and seemed to understand. Peter leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth and then made his good-bye and walked out the door.

  Marianne had no idea what time Peter wanted her to be at Gallery Serpentine, but she assumed that he'd send her a text on her phone at the right time. She decided to shower and get ready right away.

  In the shower, she played over the previous night and the morning in her mind, loving the way that Peter stood out in her memory as well as in her life. One of the wonderful things about him was the feeling of complete security whether he held her or had left the room.

  While in the shower, she received a text message, still ringing on her phone when she got out. Peter told her (in no uncertain terms) that she had to be at Gallery Serpentine at eleven that morning. By the time she'd gotten out of the shower, it was quarter to ten. She wouldn't have to leave home for another forty-five minutes. Where would she end up that night?

  Thank God, I have this time off. That turned out to be a good thing.

  Because she had time to kill, Marianne decided that she'd stop in at The Pleasure Chest on her way and catch up with her two friends. Locking the door of her apartment, she felt relaxed and comfortable in a pair of blue jeans and a singlet top. Glancing nervously in the direction of the doctor's apartment door, she wondered why she felt guilty as she passed it by. They had no scheduled meeting today, but for some reason, it always felt like a betrayal when she saw Peter, ever since the conversation the other day, when he'd almost convinced her that the affair that she had with Peter ran contrary to her interests. It didn't make any sense to be feeling guilty, but for some reason she did.

  Walking past the door, it opened, making Marianne jump although she'd had her eye on it the whole time.

  “Hello, Marianne. You seem troubled to see me. Is everything all right?”

  Marianne was troubled to see him, but she wasn't sure what to do about it, or why she felt that way.

  “No. I'm okay. I thought we weren't going to see each other today,” she lied.

  “I can tell that I'm making you uncomfortable, and I am sorry about that. Remember that my presence is a strange one, and that it's a condition of my illness to occur as strange other.”

  Marianne flooded with relief. She kept forgetting about the oddness of this illness.

  “I am sorry. I do forget. I get jittery and forget that I've done this to you and that you're aware of it. My apologies.”

  “Do you mean it would be acceptable if I were not aware of it?”

  He made fun of her again. She looked into his pale blue, unresponsive eyes. Something in her decided to take some courage.

  “I guess that's what I said. Does that constitute a Freudian slip?”

  “Enough of that. I'm teasing you. Let me ease the tension for both of us and focus on something else.” His eyes traveled to the wound on her head. “How are you feeling?”

  “Better. It doesn't hurt so much, and I expect it's healing. I'm on my way out just now, but would you be able to come and take a look at it later?”

  “Not today, my friend. I am busy with other things, and I can tell by your face and by the spirit in which Peter left this morning that you're doing well.”

  Marianne blushed all over. Was he making fun of her? Was he chastising her?

  “Teasing me again, Doctor?”

  “It looks like it. Now I am going to let you get to your appointment. Have a good day and remember that I'm coming over to check on you tomorrow. Take care, Marianne Ferguson.”

  With that, he closed the door to his apartment, gone for a while.

  Marianne walked down the corridor to the elevator, aware he probably watched her still. It seemed creepy. She wasn't so sure about the strange relationship she'd created for herself. Maybe she should take some distance? Once back at work, it would be easier to see less of him, and he might not be so interesting if the action around her died down. She shuddered. Something inside told her this wasn't going to happen. She glanced at her watch and saw she had thirty minutes before her appointment at Gallery Serpentine. Riding down in the elevator, she decided she'd take ten minutes in the Pleasure Chest.

  Soon, she walked up toward the counter at The Pleasure Chest. Jen read a magazine called Claw that had an image on the front cover of a woman completely naked and tattooed head to toe. Jen hadn't seen Marianne approach.

  “And what exactly are today's headlines?” Marianne asked the face hidden by the magazine.

  Jen tossed it aside as soon as Marianne started to speak.

  “Darling! Fabulous to see you! How did you recover from the other day?” Jen put on a wry smile and turned her head to one side with a coy tilt. “Now, tell me you had a great time.”

  “I had a great time! I just loved it. Sorry that I haven't been in here sooner, but….well…I've been busy.”

  Jen's eyes lit up. “We loved having you there yesterday, and loads of people asked about you when you left. Please tell me that this yummy man of yours is going to be bringing you to lots more POS, and perhaps, ev
en some of our other games? Now that you're part of the package, Bill and I are keen to get to know him.”

  “Well, he's taking me somewhere tonight. I'm on my way to Gallery Serpentine to get myself an outfit.” Marianne glanced at her watch and began to move away. “Actually, I have to get going. I have an appointment. I'll drop in here on the way back and show you what I have!”

  Jen gave a knowing smile, and it occurred to Marianne she may know what special party might be on tonight. She added, “Are you going anywhere special tonight?”

  “No. I have an idea where you may be off to, but I'm leaving the surprise for your master.”

  Marianne smiled. “Don't spoil it for me. But I will come back with my new outfit so you can tell me if you think it'll work for wherever I may be going tonight.”

  “Oh, sounds fabulous. I'm on all day, so please let me be distracted by you and your gorgeous clothes for a while this afternoon. And I am a huge Gallery Serpentine addict.”

  Marianne waved behind her and walked out of the store.

  The walk to Gallery Serpentine proved uneventful and brisk. By the time she actually got there, she'd arrived five minutes early, but she decided that being early might be a good idea rather than a problem. They could make her wait, and besides, waiting in that shop would be wonderful.

  Out in front, the shop had two large bay windows with mannequins in them. The mannequins were dressed in beautiful latex suits from head to toe, their hair bundled high upon their heads. On the street, quite a crowd looked at them. The figures entwined each other, and with their suits in black, silver, and gold latex, the effect was striking.

  The effect also revealed itself as temporary. Just as she approached, Marianne heard the crowd gasp as the figures in the window stunned everyone by revealing they were human and capable of movement. The crowd had been there for quite a while, it seemed, with people staring and pointing at the two women and one man changing their poses all the time.

  The other window had mannequins in purple corsets in similar poses to the ones the actors were using. Marianne could have sworn the models in the first window were plastic and not people, but the effect, combined with the movement in the second window, mesmerized. As she took a little time to watch, Marianne noticed people walking in and out of the shop. The display attracted heavy traffic. This little advertising campaign must be working.