by Melinda Minx
“Excuse me?” I ask.
I’ve turned the vibrator off, but it’s still inside her. I didn’t let her remove it.
“Okay,” I say. “No one told me anything about this ahead of time. My friend didn’t tell me, and Dr. Blythe just assumed I already knew. I had no idea…”
I laugh. It’s a real laugh from my gut. She starts punching me as I laugh, but I can’t stop, not for several long moments.
“Don’t laugh at me!” she shrieks.
“Sorry,” I finally manage as I catch my breath. “You’re supposed to know going in. It’s your fault for not asking anywhere along the way.”
“I was afraid they’d turn me away for some reason. That you’d turn me away if I asked.”
I sigh, feeling annoyed with Dr. Blythe. She’s supposed to make sure anyone referred to us knows what they are getting into. It’s not my job to explain this to clients.
I grab Madrigal by the arm and look her square in the eyes. “I’m not sure what’s left to explain, but I’ll fill you in now just in case you’re still not clear. There’s only a handful of us all over the world—”
“Of us?” she asks.
“Stop interrupting and listen,” I snap. “Of men like me. We all trained under the same master. Infertility often has a clear physical cause. Usually the doctors can identify this, and if they find something is tangibly wrong with your uterus, for instance, then there’s no way I can help you.”
“They didn’t find anything wrong. No reason for why I can’t—”
“I know,” I say, pushing a finger to her full lips to silence her. “That’s why you were referred to me. Years ago, our master found that there’s sometimes a mental block that causes infertility. It’s almost Freudian, and Freud is not in vogue right now, not to mention that the way our master found to cure the block is not something that most doctors would feel comfortable recommending…”
She looks at me, then looks down toward where the vibrator is.
“Yeah,” I say. “I need to make you cum so hard that the block clears out. And for women like you, ones that are so tense, that requires full obedience.”
She bites her lip and begins to nod. “You can cure me? When can I try to get inseminated again? I’m scheduled for my next appoint—“
“No,” I hiss. “Cancel it. It doesn’t work like that. I will be impregnating you.”
7
Madrigal
I hover outside of Tracy’s office.
When she finally wanders over with a mug of coffee, she looks up at me with a shocked expression.
“Madrigal?” she asks. “Was there something wrong with your order, or—”
“It’s not about that,” I snap. “It’s about... the other thing.”
“Oh,” Tracy says, giving me a knowing look. Her cheeks reddening.
“Yeah,” I say, pointing to her cheeks. “I thought he’d have loosened you up enough that you could tell me—”
“Shh!” Tracy snaps, almost spilling her coffee as she grabs my arm. “Come in here.”
She drags me into her office, shuts the door behind us, and slides a chair out for me.
“If I talk to you about this again, you have to order another shipment from me.”
“I haven’t even moved half of—”
“Promise,” she says.
“Fine,” I say. “I promise. Now tell me everything. Were you with Dominick?”
She shakes her head. “No, Stavros.”
“Jesus,” I say. “So your kid is…”
“Yes,” she says. “He’s the father.”
“It really worked?” I ask. “I just can’t believe…”
She leans in toward me and grabs me by the arm. “Look, Maddie, I know what you’re feeling. You got into this because you wanted a baby, but now, now you are just thinking about how good the sex is. You can’t get him off your mind, and you feel like you’re betraying the real reason you did this in the first place, like you’re betraying your future child. Right?”
I nod a little too enthusiastically.
“That means it’s working,” she says. “That’s how the ‘block’ is cleared. Once you can really let go, that’s when everything gets fixed.”
“How long?” I ask.
Tracy laughs and shakes her head. “He knocked me up the first time.”
“The first…”
“We didn’t... do it... for our first few sessions, he worked me loose with... other methods. But the first time we actually did it, that was it. He’d cleared the block just like that.”
I feel a sense of horrible dread coupled with relief. Why do…
“You’re feeling disappointed, aren’t you? That you might only get to be with him like that one or two times? Keep your head in the game, Maddie, you’re getting your baby. That’s what this is for.”
“I didn’t,” I say, sounding suddenly too defensive. “I wasn't thinking of that at all.”
She sips her coffee, then waves a hand at me. “Sure you weren’t. It’s fine to admit it. Every women wants sex that good, but just remember it’s a means to an end.”
I nod, but I start to feel hollow inside. How can a man with such... abilities... be nothing more than a tool. He must be more than that.
“You’ve only met once, right?” she asks.
I nod.
“He’s going to make you sign a contract soon. You’ll waive any right to acknowledge him as the father. You’ll agree that he’s gone as soon as you’re knocked up. That’s how it works.”
I suck in air as if I’d just been told my dog died.
“Naturally,” I say. “I mean, that’s similar to what I’d be getting at the sperm bank.”
Tracy nods. “This is a lot more fun though, so enjoy the ride while you can.”
I’m supposed to be feeling more relaxed after Dominick made me cum, but I find myself so worked up thinking about when he’s going to contact me again—what his next order will be—that I can’t focus on work at all.
I also can’t believe I promised Tracy another full order for that little chit-chat. That’s going to cost me.
I decide to go shopping to relieve stress. I buy some new outfits, imagining which one I’m going to wear the next time Dominick calls for me.
I never thought I’d be into something like cumming in public, but every time I think back on it I get wet. He was right there next to me too, so it was like our little secret. And he controlled it. His hand on my thigh had such a powerful effect that I can barely imagine his hand touching me directly. His fingers grazed me for that brief moment, giving me a taste.
For this whole thing to work, he’ll have to fuck me. I have that to look forward to, even if it’s only one time like it was for Tracy. One time and she was pregnant. That means they must not fuck you too often. She’d have needed at least a week to have known she was pregnant…
My phone vibrates, and I fumble for it in my purse.
I look at the screen, and my stomach flutters when I see that it’s Dominick texting me. The man doesn’t seem to like actually calling.
You there?
I type a response as fast as I can. I’m still standing in my underwear between trying on outfits, but Dominick demands my full and immediate attention.
Yes. I respond.
I’m going to ask you a question. You need to answer 100% truthfully. And within 30 seconds.
Ok. I won’t lie.
My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for him to ask me his question. Is he going to ask me what I want him to do to me next? Is he going to try to embarrass me?
The phone vibrates, and I read his message straight away.
In the coffee shop, what part of it turned you on the most? Pick one single thing.
My mind races. So many little things turned me on. His strong hand on my body. The control he had over me. The intimate sensation contrasted with such a public place, the…
I find my fingers typing. The shame.
I hit send before
I can second-guess myself. I watch the screen enraptured, as if his response is going to reveal to me the meaning of life.
I stand and wait, and I wait. Six or seven minutes pass by, but he doesn’t respond.
I risk another message. Dominick?
My phone vibrates again, and his response is simply an address. No time is given, just the address.
I assume it’s an order, and I put my clothes back on, quickly buy everything I’ve decided fits me and looks good, and I rush to the address.
It’s just a townhouse. It looks non-descript, and I wonder if Dominick lives here. He’s asking me to come to his place, and... and what?
I ring the buzzer, and shortly after the door buzzes and the lock clicks. I push the door open and walk inside.
My phone vibrates with another text. Go upstairs.
I look around and see a hallway that leads into a kitchen and in front of me is a narrow, wooden stairway.
Obeying Dominick, I grab the handrail and climb the stairs.
There’s another hallway upstairs, with shut doors on both sides. Near the end, one door is hanging open. I walk toward it and peek inside.
There’s a bed inside with a dresser, a chair, and some framed paintings. The bed is neatly made, and there are two pillows. I step inside and notice that there’s a very large mirror built into the wall.
The phone vibrates again. Say hi, Madrigal, wave to the mirror.
I look up at the mirror and realize how weird it is for a mirror to be built in rather than hanging. It must be a one-way mirror. He’s looking right at me on the other side of the wall.
I wave and smile, blood rushing to my cheeks.
The phone goes off. Make yourself cum for me.
I look around nervously. I usually have trouble cumming on my own. Sometimes it takes hours and nothing happens. Then I remember that Dominick is watching me, and that changes things.
I start to reach down to my belt and pull at it. I throw my phone onto the bed with the screen facing up in case he has further orders. It remains black. I know what I need to do for him now.
I slide my belt off and move toward the mirror. I study myself in it, and I wish I’d worn something sexier. I’m wearing tight jeans which hug my ass, but my shirt is nothing special. I undo the top three buttons to show some cleavage, and I smile into the mirror.
Then I notice there’s a little speaker just below it. So he can hear me? Good.
“Can you hear me?” I ask.
Silence.
I frown a little, but then realize that he’s not going to talk through the speaker. Maybe it’s one-way too. Why would you go to the trouble of setting up a one-way mirror and then ruin it all with a two-way speaker?
I cup my breasts as I look at him. I feel brazen for doing it, and I realize suddenly that Dominick has never come close to even seeing me naked.
That makes me feel more shy and reserved. I don’t want him to see me naked for the first time through a wall like this, I want him to peel my clothes off my body. No, rip them off me.
So I leave my shirt on, and I step back toward the bed. I lie back onto the bed, and I simply unbutton my jeans without removing them. I stick my hand down my panties and press two fingers against my lips. I’m wet already, but the “block” that I never even knew I had a few days ago feels suddenly like a physical presence. Like an immovable mountain sitting between me and everything I want.
How can I cum with that thing in the way?
I wait for Dominick to text me new orders, but the phone remains lifeless beside me.
I start to finger myself as I wait for further orders. I run my fingers up and down my outer lips, letting the wet juices coat my skin and spread the lubrication.
I keep up a slow back-and-forth rubbing with my hand down my panties, and I find my hand reaching up and squeezing my breast through my shirt and bra. A rush goes through me when I remember that Dominick is watching me.
I decide I want to tempt him and frustrate him. I want to force him to order me to remove my clothes. I squeeze my breast harder as I rub with more intensity and speed. I increase the pressure as I begin to finger my swelling clit.
It starts to feel good, but the mountain feels like it grows taller within me. I know this feeling, and I know that cumming will not be easy.
I flick my clit and buck my hips up, my tight jeans squeezing my thighs and ass. Dominick must be able to see my ass jiggle as I fall back to the bed. He’s looking at me from the side, and each time I look over my left shoulder, I know I’m looking right at him.
I rub my clit until it starts to feel raw. I cycle between light pressure and harder pressure, and the physical sensation builds up and intensifies, but the longer I go without feeling any hint of orgasm, the more the “block” becomes noticeable to me. The harder it becomes to surmount.
After forty-five minutes of futility, I shout. “Dammit!”
I hope my frustration will prompt something from Dominick. Some order that will help me along, or even a word of encouragement.
Nothing.
“Fuck it,” I whisper, and I tear my shirt off. I unhook my bra and let my breasts pop free. I stick my chest out and gaze determined into the mirror. I look good, and the thought of Dominick seeing that gives me renewed motivation.
I lay back down, but my jeans are feeling suddenly ridiculous, so I kick my heels off and pull my jeans down and off.
Now I’m just wearing my panties, and I stick my hand back down and get to work.
It feel better already. Being naked makes a real difference. I squeeze my bare breast and reach two fingers up to pinch my nipple.
I moan, feeling as if the block is somehow shrinking. If I can just cum, I’ll chip away at it. I’ll have really achieved something.
The knowledge that Dominick is just sitting there watching me is a huge turn-on, but it also feels terrifying.
What if he isn’t just sitting there. What if he’s hard and working himself too? What if he’s going to try to cum at the same time as me. What if I’m giving him blue balls by taking so damn long?
I can almost hear his confident voice in my head, ordering me. “Relax, Madrigal.”
And I relax. I suddenly feel the urge to flip over, so I do. I get my knees under me, my panties feel tight in this position and uncomfortable, so I slide them off and throw them aside. Dominick can see me naked, fine, whatever helps me to cum.
I bend over, stick my ass out, and I finger myself while imagining that he’s fucking me like this, that he’s doing me doggy style.
That helps. The sensation when I touch myself is no longer purely physical. Each time I touch my clit, it strengthens the fantasy in my head. I can almost feel Dominick’s thick cock inside me as I increase the pressure on my clit. I decide to do something I never do, and I slide two fingers into my mouth, get them nice and wet, and then I push them inside myself. I imagine that it’s Dominick’s cock, dripping with precum.
I imagine as my walls tighten around my fingers that my tight pussy is milking his cock. I buck my hips against my fingers, but the smallness of my fingers slows me down. The huge girth of how I imagine Dominick’s dick contrasts too starkly with my petite little fingers, so I close my eyes and strengthen my imagination.
I imagine his strong hands cupping my breasts as he slides in and out of me. I finger my clit more and more furiously, until I feel myself crest the mountain, and then my stomach drops as I begin to fall down the hill—just like a rollercoaster.
“Oh!” I scream, and I shove a third finger inside myself, ignoring my clit entirely. My bent thumb still hits it every time I slam my fingers back inside myself, and it’s just enough to keep the orgasm building up and up.
My fingers and hand are soaked, but I don’t stop. I slide them in and out, in and out building my pleasure.
A surge of new wetness hits as I begin to cum, and each time I slide my fingers in and out, I hear the penetration. I imagine Dominick’s cock coated in those thick juices. My release
coating him and seeping in all along his veiny, throbbing cock.
I scream and moan, and I start talking as if he really were pinning me down and fucking me for all he’s worth. “Dominick! God, yes! Fuck me, harder, fuck me!”
The adrenaline spikes hard, and I start screaming with utter abandon. I let myself go completely. I’d never be able to let go like this with anyone other than Dominick. I’d never even be able to let go like this alone—it requires an audience of one—Dominick.
As the last explosions rage within me, I start to fall flat down onto the bed, my fingers sliding out of me in a wet mess. I finger my clit lightly as I bring myself down, and I look into the mirror with desperate eyes, trying to will Dominick to kick the door down and fuck me right here and now. I’m soaking wet and ready for him, so why not—
Suddenly, and without warning, the mirror becomes a window.
I look up in absolute horror and astonishment.
Dominick is not on the other side. Instead, a couple is. A couple I have never seen in my life.
They’re naked, and the woman has her delicate hand on the man’s cock, she’s stroking him slowly, and I see there’s shiny cum all over her small tits. He’s already finished. He came on her.
She’s laughing with her head on his shoulder, and her body is writhing as he fingers her.
When my jaw drops open, they both wave to me. The woman blows me a kiss.
I grab my clothes up off the ground as a pit forms deep in my stomach. It feels like there’s a burning hot coal down in my gut, and it feels like it’s pulling my heart down there with it. Like a black hole sucking the life out of me.
I step into the hallway and get my panties on, but then I start fearing the couple might come out of the door and say something to me. I can’t risk that, so I turn to run, and—
I ram right into something. Not a wall, but…
Dominick.
He’s grinning down at me as I bounce off his solid chest. He’s wearing slacks and a clean, button-up shirt this time. With a tie. His hair is gelled back, and he’s perfectly clean shaven. It’s a different look for him, but underneath that exterior he’s still the same man.
