She stood up after a moment, grabbing my sleeve. “Hey. Not so fast.”
“Yeah?”
“So...I just sucked your cock.”
“I know. You were fantastic at it.”
She smiled, bliss evident in her body language. “Thank you. It’s just...what about Mallory?”
“What about her?”
“You two are like, crazy about each other all of a sudden. Like, you're...just so, super duper in love. She won't stop talking about you. On Monday she was even hearing wedding bells, man. I don’t want to fuck with that.”
“You didn’t. You won't. Trust me.”
“O-okay.” She nodded, slow. “It’s just...am I...” Her fingers slid into her belt loops, slight hips waving from side to side. “I don’t want to only suck you off if like...for that reason. Like just now. To calm me down, I mean. Even if it worked great. I’d like it—I—I'd like it if I did it more.”
I smiled and stroked her face. She shuddered softly, no doubt not noticing the strangeness of her pleasure-filled reaction. “I’d like that too.”
“So...can I come over later? And we can talk about it? Please?”
I’ll never get tired of a beautiful woman saying “please” to me. She hugged me tight, accentuating her point.
“Of course, babe. But let’s get to work, yeah? We’ve got people to serve out there.”
* * * * *
The day hummed along nicely. Lori was sweet on me all day, making sure my coffee cup stayed full. Mallory raised her eyebrows once or twice, but only in a suggestive manner. Wanting me to go pin down the tiny flirt and fuck her until she wasn't able to do anything besides screaming my name. I knew if Mallory was able, she’d encourage me to fuck Lori like that, but I’d placed harsh limits on her initiating sex while we were at work. If we fucked every time that she felt like it, we would never have any work done.
So, I was her Master, and she was my Slave. She wanted this—I had made this deep, dark fantasy of hers become absolutely real. But it was confined to our private spaces—emails and texts, our apartments (which would soon become one apartment, or so I had gathered from her desperate begging), and hot whispers.
The command, “You want your Master to fuck as many beautiful women as he likes,” was a special triumph of mine, I have to say.
If an especially pretty woman came into the store, Mallory would tug my arm and encourage me to look at her.
“Her, Master?” she would whisper in my ear, fingers sliding along my spine. “Won't you bring her home with us? I want to watch her suck your cock...”
One side-effect of all the trances I had performed on Mallory was, of course, that she found me so immensely attractive now that she couldn't imagine anyone else not doing the same. I had become more than just Mallory's type—I was the type. And, while the constant fucking and Mallory's devotion to making healthy meals over the past week had helped me drop a few pounds, I wasn't exactly an Adonis. Just a normal guy with dark hair and a beard that needed more shaving than it got who somehow had a magical cock.
Later in the afternoon, into the store strolled a tall, older gentleman in a beautiful charcoal gray suit. He was slightly taller than average, with a thick bald spot on top of his head covered with a significant comb-over. A thick belly pushed out in front of him wherever he walked, though if you were to see him you would not really characterize him as fat. Just an older American male.
He was Audrey’s father—Audrey being my ex-girlfriend who barely gave me the time of day even when we dated. His name was Wallace Sheffield. He was a self-made businessman, owning his first printing business at the age of twenty, without any formal schooling, and building a small kingdom of profits for himself ever since.
There were two things I knew about him for certain: that he loved his daughter, and that he hated me for dating her.
“Victor!” His smile was flat, like a building. “Just the man I wanted to see. Won’t you come this way, please?”
All day with this. Come this way, come over here. Doing whatever I pleased with Mallory’s mind didn’t make me exactly amenable to that sort of command, but I didn’t feel like I had much of a choice. Sheffield would raise a stink, and the bookstore needed him. Anywhere from seventy to one hundred percent of the bookstore's cost of staying in business was directly from Sheffield's donations.
He led me outside into the downtown streets. The wind whipped cool around us, pushing down from the buildings. Across the street a man tinkered with his bicycle lock, trying to get it undone. Swirls of trash gathered in a drain, cups pushing in on paper and plastic lids. A man slept on an old vent with a dog under his arm, his cardboard sign illegible. A skinny, older policeman, Officer Cornell, had caught sight of him and started to head over. There’d be a talking to and a warning and that would be all, which was usual for Cornell.
I had gotten to know some of the policemen because they stopped by the store often to chat with Dawn. Her girlfriend, Celise, was a detective now, but she had been on patrol for several years before working her way up. It was hard for a black woman to get respect like the kind a police detective had in Alder City.
“I’m going to be very direct with you,” said Sheffield. “Are you up for it?”
“Okay.”
“Audrey is returning to the country this week. Later today, as a matter of fact. She’s been in transit for about seven hours now.”
“...all right?”
I can’t lie, the thought of possibly seeing her had my heart thumping a bit. Audrey was absolutely gorgeous, and in a lot of ways, I was still wrapped around her. She had, as Mallory pointed out numerous times, done a number on me. That thick chestnut hair, her bright brown eyes...
You are not to interact with my daughter. Under any circumstances.”
“Listen, man—”
I stopped for a second, surprised at myself. He waited. It was surreal, calling him “man.” But having just emptied myself into Lori a few hours ago, and controlling her so absolutely, and doing the same thing to Mallory on a regular basis, I felt untouchable.
“Your daughter, no offense, just wasn’t for me. And I wasn’t for her. We both know that, okay? So don’t worry about it.”
“Then why has she been talking about you?”
Double-take. “What?”
There we go. Heart thumping again. Why had Audrey been talking about me?
“She’s been talking about you. With some fondness. Wondering what you’ve been up to.”
“I haven’t...she asked to stop talking with me. So I did. That’s that.”
“Ah.” His eyes twinkled. “I see. You took her at her word.”
“What the hell else was I supposed to do?”
He put a hand around my shoulder. A complete shift in demeanor. “Son, there are all types of women in this world. But one of the most prevalent, and I’m surprised you haven’t come across one already and recognized her for what she was, is the sort that says the exact opposite of what they mean. And they do this all the time. So, in a way, you could say that she always says what she means, so long as you have the code down.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“If I wanted to make sense, I wouldn’t be talking about the emotional inner-workings of a woman!” He guffawed. “At any rate, you’re smart enough. You’ve sussed out why I’m telling this to you.”
“Because you think Audrey is the type of girl who doesn’t say what she means.”
“Yes. And along with that, she’s the kind of girl who’s a little confused, no doubt, about your eagerness to just drop her out of your life.”
“She asked me to.”
“And you accepted! Just like that! A puzzle for a beautiful smart girl like her. You can see how I talk about her. She thinks, no doubt, that she is as special as I believe her to be.” He smiled slightly. “As she should. But so, you represent a terrible puzzle to her. I can see that now.”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
; “Demystify the puzzle. When you talk to her again—and you shall, she has her darling little heart set on it now, no doubt—let her know how terribly interested you are. She’ll run away immediately.”
“You want me to dissuade your daughter from dating me by telling her how much I want to date her, even though I don’t want to date her.”
He clapped me on the back. “Now you’ve got it! We’ll make a man of you yet. Or someone will, at any rate.” His voice became low and dangerous. “Don’t let me cross your path for this reason again. You won’t like it very much.”
As he walked down the street, he looked up around at the bookstore.
“This truly is a lovely little shop. I’ve always liked those windows there.” He pointed above the front door. “The stained glass and all. Makes it feel like a special place. Holy, almost. It would be a shame if all it’s funding went away, yes? If rumors spread around, rooting from some powerful source, making it impossible for the place to get back up on its feet.” He must have seen the look on my face. It seemed like he enjoyed it. “Do you know I built that new shopping center out on Second and Old Foster last year? My money. A terrific investment so far.”
I thought for a moment. “There used to be an old church there.”
“Yes. And I tore it down. Special places fall apart all the time. Isn’t that remarkable?”
* * * * *
Slowly, work ended. I tried to put thoughts of Sheffield and especially Audrey far away from my mind. As far as I knew, I might never see her again—she might, in her ephemeral glory, decide that as soon she put down in Alder City that her best course of action would be to run off to Canada. Who could say with her?
I focused, instead, on what I could control. Which was, namely, every single aspect of Mallory and Lori’s personality. That was plenty.
We closed down the shop, doing terrible business as usual. Maybe twenty customers had rolled in for all nine hours we were open. I stayed late, as I usually did when Dawn wasn't around, to do the books and put the shop in order for the next day. Dawn's heavy work throughout the week had ensured that there was not much setting up needing done for the festivities the next day. And that night, I was going to make sure that everything went our way.
Mallory got to my apartment first, of course. She was properly trained. Her key had let her in shortly after she went to the grocery store and picked us up some food for dinner. When I got home, she was already cooking.
These were all, by the way, suggestions I had given to her as her Master...but not as her Master. In other words, she begged to obey me however she could, so long as it remained private. Between us. Nothing that would make her stand out as some kind of social outcast—no leashes in public, no chains wrapped around her wrists when we went to the movie theater. But, rather...special commands put on her every day duties, and the things that I liked. For instance, she needed to shower every day. So, I told her to make sure her showers were no longer than ten and a half minutes.
“Including leg-shaving?”
“You should, actually, get yours waxed. As soon as possible. And regularly.”
She gulped, smiling. “Yes, Master.”
The waxing hadn't stopped with her legs. Her beautiful, tight pussy was bare and smooth now. The skin there as shiny and glorious as it was everywhere else on her body.
So—cooking, buying groceries, that was all part of the lifestyle she wanted with me. Submitting to my desires in every day life, earnestly acting out my will in the world. Her soul vibrated with the need to do this. I made sure of that.
Okay...okay, yes, I tweaked her preferences a little. But honestly I just made her natural inclinations toward submitting to be extraordinarily specific to me, and for her every obedient action to give her instant, hot pleasure so long as it was being done.
More and more, my commands took up the entirety of her day. Even if the command was just as plain as “Go to work; be happy while you’re there.”
Unable to help myself, I would occasionally, covertly, slide a hand up her skirt while she was at the counter, such as I mentioned when she was inventorying, or even happily chatting with a customer. Sopping wet, just because she obeyed my commands while doing what she would do anyway.
At home, as ordered, Mallory was already dressed in extravagant lingerie. Violet in color, sporting tight stockings and a sexy garter belt, her push-up bra doing amazing things with her heavy, hot tits, she looked incredible. She looked even more incredible because the tall black leather heels she wore, and the tiny, frilly apron that designated her as the perfect little housepet.
“Hello, Master,” she said, oozing luxurious praise for everything that I was. “I'm so glad you're here.”
Slowly, she dropped to her knees, already starting to tug at my belt. My welcome-home blowjob had become a part of her daily routine.
“Lori’s coming over,” I said after watching her beautiful face for a moment.
She paused in her actions, not quite having opened my pants. “Oh yeah? What for, Master?”
But I could tell she already knew what for. She just wanted me to say it.
“Because Master wants to fuck her silly, that’s why.”
Her hips thrashed softly on her heels in her kneeling position. Desire throttled her body, pushing her hands hard against the growing bulge in my pants.
“Fuck. She’s so tiny,” Mallory moaned. “I really want to see you break her in, Master. Do you think she’s a virgin?”
“I don’t know.”
With the circles Lori kept in, honestly, that could go either way. It wouldn’t have surprised me to find out that she smoked too much to ever be social enough to have a boyfriend or any kind of regular fuck. But on the other hand, it wouldn’t have shocked me if she was thought of as a good lay by some stoner dude or another.
Delaying the pleasure of Mallory's blowjob, I ordered Mallory to make sure dinner was ready. I couldn't have her mid-trance when Lori came over. That would take a little too much explaining.
In the meantime, I had a boner to get rid of, and I wanted some clear thoughts in my head. I took a number of the vials I had gathered and emptied myself in the bathroom, thinking not only of Lori, of Mallory...but of Audrey. And Dawn. God, what if...?
When the vials were full, I placed them in the small container I had bought for the fridge. Mallory's perception was completely blind to the container—something I had made sure of. I didn't want her asking any difficult questions.
About ten minutes after Mallory had finished making her pasta, Lori arrived. Mallory answered the door, still wearing her tiny apron and the lingerie beneath. Lori, still in her attractive-but-modest work clothes, widened her eyes as she saw Mallory's outfit.
“Hey, Lori!” Mallory gave her a long hug. Letting Lori feel Mallory's hot, barely-clad body. “God, we’re so glad you could make it.”
“H-hey,” she gulped. “I didn’t...I didn’t know you would be here.”
“Why wouldn’t I be here?”
Lori's eyes were wide, looking jealously at Mallory's incredible bust, barely contained behind her tiny apron.
“It’s just...I don’t know. I thought I would be hanging out with Victor alone, is all.”
“Oh, I see.” Mallory giggled. “You thought you would be sucking his cock all night long, huh?”
I could see—I could see—the effect those words had on Lori. She nearly stumbled from the sudden potent combination of surprise and arousal.
“How would...I mean...why...I mean...” she gulped again, realizing that lying was useless. “That doesn’t make you mad?”
“Why would it make me mad?” Mallory smiled, tugging Lori in again. “Victor’s cock is really terrific. And Victor is just like, the perfect lover.” Glassy eyes, heated words. “He deserves all kinds of girls sucking his cock.”
“Yeah,” said Lori. She sat down at the table.
“It’s sort of...weird, isn’t it? How he just seems to have that...influence on us.”
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p; Lori gulped and nodded. “Yeah. I...I don’t get it. I don’t understand it. But I just know that...”
“That he’s completely attractive? That you trust him completely?” Mallory leaned in, her eyes slightly glazed over. “That you want to suck his cock anytime he asks?”
“Y-yes.” Lori’s voice was small and soft. “Very much. To all of that.”
“I'm really, really hungry,” said Mallory, ”but I have to say, all I want to have for dinner is his cum.”
Lori whimpered softly. “Y-yeah. C-can we?”
“I don't know.” Mallory turned to me slow. Her work finished. “May we have our meal, Master?”
If Lori noticed the title in her lust-induced haze, it wasn't enough to dissuade her from moving forward. I unbuckled my pants completely and walked to the couch, calling them over. The two approached me slow, giggling against one another as they descended on either leg, their mouths slowly journeying up my naked thighs to my hard cock.
“Fuck, I want it so bad,” said Lori. “I don't understand it. I don't know why this feels so good, but...”
“You don't care,” Mallory finished.
“Mmhmm...”
Mallory took Lori's head and pushed it down on my cock head, sliding her pretty face forward until she was totally impaled on my meat. Lori moaned in pleasure, taking in the slathering of precum that had developed up and down my shaft from my spewing tip. Mallory looked up at me, fierce dedication in her eyes. Her hand wrapped around Lori's thick, short hair, pushing her up and down. Mallory's beautiful lips opened and closed in blissful warmth, biting the air, her hips bucking violently into my leg. Her clit grinding against my naked calf.
It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life up to that point. Mallory getting off, clearly, by forcing Lori's eager mouth up and down at Mallory's pace.
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned. “Jesus, Jesus...”
But Mallory couldn't be sated with Lori sucking forever. Eagerly, she pushed the young beauty off, and took her own mouth to my long rod. Her licks were practiced and perfect. Lori, still desperate for more, suckled at my balls and kissed upward. Occasionally, her mouth would meet Mallory's, and the two would make out passionately with my cock hard between the gorgeous tangle of their intertwining tongues and lips.
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