The Prema Society

by Cate Troyer

  “I thought we weren’t going to discuss this until after this week?”

  She gave him a gallic shrug. “I wanted there to be nothing hidden.”

  “We can talk about it later,” I wheezed and took a swallow of orange juice.

  We finished breakfast in a companionable silence, the only sound the clink of our silverware and the rattle of the dishes. Maritza and I did a rinse of the items afterward and started the dishwasher. She gave me a sweet smile as she moved on to her husband, kissing him softly before gathering her bag.

  “As much fun as I had,” she said gripping the valise with both hands, “it is time for me to go home.”

  She came over to me and kissed me again on the cheek. “I am looking forward to growing our family with you.” Her voice was almost shy.

  Then, Maritza moved to Edward with a deeper, more passionate kiss, and then, like a ghost, she was gone. I stood there in my apartment, the weight of the metal plug grounding me to my situation. I stood there awkwardly, my fingers twisting and turning the edge of the robe.

  “What do we do now?” I sounded like a lost waif.

  He looked at me in surprise. “Whatever we want, I suppose.”

  The week passed quickly, and he was spry for an older man. We didn’t stay in and bang like bunnies, which was what I expected. Instead, Edward treated me to dinners, shows, movies, whatever he could to set me at ease. In between all of that, though, oh yeah, we fucked hardcore. At one point, we snuck into the back of a movie theater, crowded and silent as the film shimmered on the screen. He had requested I wear a skirt but no panties. I anticipated some groping and fondling, maybe he would stroke that sensitive flesh and make me squirm in my seat He did all those things, and then he pulled me onto his lap and slipped his cock inside me.

  Sitting there in a dark corner, surrounded by people, struggling to keep the exultation contained and quiet, I rode him like a thoroughbred. At least until a light shined in our eyes and we were firmly evicted from the premises. I couldn’t stop giggling as he grabbed my hand and hailed a taxi. We finished our activities there. As I climbed in, Edward shoved the skirt up over my hips and fingered me, keeping me on my hands and knees, the cool air caressing the velvet soft skin between my thighs, as he gave directions to the Middle-Eastern driver whose eyes watched our every move. As the cab started moving, Edward wrapped a firm arm around my waist and pulled me back onto his lap, piercing me with his shaft. I gasped softly at the shock of the invasion, but Edward was too focused to notice. He slid my shirt up and tugged the bra down so my breast tumbled free. Then, as I bounced on his lap, riding him for all I was worth, he twisted and tugged at my nipples, his breath hot and wet on the center of my back. I balanced myself and maintained eye contact with our taciturn driver who managed to navigate the city streets while watching Edward plow me.

  Just when I thought we might reach the building before he was done, Edward groaned and jerked against me, the twitching deep inside signaling his release. I didn’t even need to glance down to know the driver was incredibly hard.

  “Are you married,” I asked him through the glass, slowly rotating my hips in Edward’s lap, draining him completely. I felt that familiar sense of power and control.

  The man in the front just nodded, his swarthy skin reddening a bit.

  “Then think of this when you go home to her,” I purred in a near whisper. “Think of me when you bury your dick deep inside her.”

  We pulled up in front of the high rise and I readjusted myself, fitting the soft creamy mounds back into their lace prison and fixing my skirt before I climbed out. The slow, wet trickle down my inner thigh made me blush, but I still wanted to grip the woman inside me, the one who reveled in these hedonistic activities, and become her. Edward stood next to me, his face covered in a slight sheen of sweat and the smell of sex rolled off us both, filling the elevator cabin as we rode back up to my floor.

  Not all nights were like that, though. We also enjoyed nights in. One night, we rested together on the sofa, his arm around my shoulders, as we watched a movie on television. It became obvious that the movie was erotic in nature, and as the characters began to join and gyrate on the screen, I shifted uncomfortably as the heat of a flush covered my body. It didn’t matter that we had performed those same acts; I found myself extremely self-conscious seeing it reflected on TV. As I shifted uncomfortably, Edward chuckled, and I could feel the stiffening of his cock pressing insistently into my side.

  His hand raised absently from my side and stroked the side of my breast through the light t-shirt I wore, teasing the nipple into erect attention before tweaking it almost painfully. I could feel the pool of desire forming in my loins, the ache for his cock centered between my legs. As the moans trickled across the speakers, his hand slid under my shirt, curving around the sensitive swell. His mouth fell to mine, his tongue probing between my lips. I could taste the sweetness of the wine we had with dinner, and I curled my hand back around his neck. My other hand fell to the growing bulge in his pants, and I drank in the low groan of desire that reverberated between us.

  “Oh yes, little girl,” he hissed. His dark eyes sparked at me like chips of starlight. “I can’t wait to bury myself between your thighs.”

  The shifting hardness of his staff reacted to my touch as my fingers curled around it, squeezing lightly. I turned to face him, pulling the oversized shirt off in one swift movement. My young breasts bounced lightly with the movement of my body, and he devoured the view hungrily. His eyes traveled down the mounds to the trim nip of my waist and the delicate swell of my hips. I lightly scratched his chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt swiftly to touch his skin.

  I breathed in the warm, musky, masculine scent of him. He lounged back, his hooded eyes taking in all my movements, the slight swing of my breasts, the alabaster smoothness of my skin. He reached up, pushing a hank of my long, chocolate hair out of my face before pulling my head down to his and devouring me with a kiss. He pushed me back gently, urging me to stand. I watched as he rose from the sofa, slipping out of his shirt and undoing his pants. They crumpled to the floor and were discarded. My breath caught in my throat as his ruddy shaft sprung free. I swallowed reflexively and reached out to caress it tentatively. It jumped beneath my soft caress, and Edward grabbed me and pulled me close for another passionate kiss. His penis dug onto my belly until he started urging me down to my knees.

  “I want to feel your mouth on my cock,” he said. I fell to my knees in front of him and eyed the engorged member in front of me. I wrapped a hand around the long, ridged length of it, enjoying the feeling of power that his reactions gave me. I licked my lips, my pink tongue darting out to moisten them as I leaned forward, opening my mouth like an obedient little breeding handmaid.

  As it slid past my lips, I could taste the salty slickness of his pre-cum and used my tongue to smear it along the length of him. I discovered what he enjoyed, the pressure of my tongue on the underside, a firm but rapid flicking of my tongue where the head met the shaft, the slight scraping of my teeth as I moved my head up and down. Each of those produced a low moan and a shudder through his body. I was truly getting into it when he jerked me away. I looked up at him, startled and a bit afraid that I had done something wrong, but the heat in his eyes assured me it was fine.

  “If I don’t stop you,” he panted, “I’ll cum in your mouth.”

  “I’m sorry.” I tried to sound contrite. I wasn’t.

  “No you aren’t,” he laughed. “But that’s OK. It’s my turn, now.”

  He pushed me back so I sprawled across the sofa, my legs bouncing open. As I went to prop myself up, he knelt between my thighs and planted heated little kisses up my thigh.

  “You are so delicious,” he murmured as he nipped at the soft skin.

  I leaned back as his head moved closer to the burning core of my body. He nuzzled the soft skin before sucking the small bundle of my clit into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. I bit down on my lower lip, trying
to stifle my reaction as he lapped at my body.

  “No, no, Jane,” Edward reached up and pinched my nipple. I arched my back as an electric shock of pleasure raced through my body. “No holding back. I want to hear every sigh and moan. I own you for this week, and that means I own your pleasure.”

  I gasped as he dropped his head back down and nipped lightly at my sensitive flesh. He removed the jeweled metal plug and slipped a finger into my warm, slick depths. My channel gripped him, surrounding his finger like it soon would his dick. My body pulsed to life at his touch and soon I was fucking his hand with wild abandon as he stroked the soft, responsive, silky flesh.

  “You are so damn lush,” he groaned and stood, pulling me to my feet. “I want the world to see.”

  I didn’t understand until he led me to the window looking out over the busy city and positioned me in front of it. The cold, smooth glass pressed against my tits, causing the nipples to pucker more, as Edward positioned me so he could take me doggy-style. He was truly going to fuck me in front of the whole world. The realization reminded me of my fantasies about being taken on stage during the auction and a fresh rush of desire flowed through me like a red hot wave. I wriggled my hips unconsciously, prompting a chuckled from the man dragging the rock-hard tip of his engorged cock through my folds.

  “You are an eager little thing,” he sounded bemused and positioned the head right at my tight opening. With a grunt, he pushed forward.

  “Oh,” I cried out as he speared my depths. I loved the full feeling that came with entry. “Oh, yes!”

  He wrapped a fist in my hair and tugged my head back, exposing the long, slim column of my throat. “Maybe this will be where my seed takes hold.”

  I warbled out a cry of pleasure in response. I was truly designed to be bred, I decided. Every fiber of my being wanted to be knocked up, and the thought of the world watching it happen only heightened that joy. My soft hollow grasped at him, drawing him into me like a hand into a glove. He grunted with each thrust, pounding me mercilessly. Under normal circumstances, I would be concerned about the glass holding up under our exertions, but I was so engrossed in our activity, so captivated by our reflection, I couldn’t form a coherent thought.

  My mind was filled with the sight of him claiming my pussy like some pre-historic man claiming his mate. This was not love, but it was so much more than sex. We had a purpose and a goal, and our bodies gave over to it implicitly. He threw his head back, eyes closed, as the smack of our bodies filled the room. My eyes focused on the world outside the window. Was someone out there watching us? Was there someone who could see him plowing into me? The idea of someone gawking at us sent me spinning over the edge, and with another series of moans, my body contracted around his invading member. As my knees weakened from the strength of the orgasm, his hands gripped my hips tightly, digging into the soft flesh as he held me up. A serious look settled on his face and he plundered my channel with even more vigor. Our bodies collided over and over, his stiff member pressing deep inside, until finally, with a near-roar, he sealed our hips together, and I could feel the familiar trembling as he came inside me.

  We came back to ourselves, gasping, as the final few twitches made certain he had emptied all the contents of his balls into me. We stood there, joined, and caught our breath. Finally, he patted my flank as he withdrew from me. I was rather amused at the motion, but let it pass.

  “Oooh,” I groaned and straightened. “I’m going to feel that.”

  “Plug in, sweetheart,” he grinned. “We don’t want all that exercise to have been for nothing.”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the incident that made it happen,” I purred. “That was wonderful.”

  “You were wonderful,” he amended. “I got a deal. Had I known you were going to be so enthusiastic, I would have paid ten times the amount.”

  I flushed and gave him a shy sideways glance. My body still tingled from the connection. The cool smooth glass of the window had imprinted itself on my body, leaving a ghost of a sensation across my chest. I slid my hands down my body, the increased sensitivity also heightening the pleasure from touch.

  “I can’t believe the week is almost over,” I murmured softly. I folded my arms and looked down at the star-like river of cars. Edward walked over and laid a hand on my shoulder before drawing me to his side.

  “Have no fear, princess,” he said and pressed a kiss to my temple. “If you are pregnant, we shall all celebrate within reason. If not, we get to do this again.” His grin was infectious, and I laughed lightly.

  “Have you talked to Maritza?” I couldn’t help worrying about the other woman.

  “Every day,” he reassured me. “She’s fine and pleased that we are having such a wonderful time.”

  Somewhat mollified, I let him lead me back to the sofa where we fell asleep watching the movie.

  ***

  As our last day together dawned, I found myself feeling almost bereft. Edward was already up and gone from the bed and the smell of breakfast permeated the apartment. I pulled my robe around me and splashed some water on my face before padding out to the kitchen. Edward had made a wonderful meal of pancakes, sausage, and fruit. I smiled as he placed a steaming cup of liquid in front of me.

  “Tea?” I queried, sniffing the pungent liquid.

  “Well, if you’re pregnant, you need to cut back on the caffeine, college girl,” Edward gave me a smile as he placed the plate of food in front of me.

  “And breakfast, too?” I speared a piece of sausage and took a bite.

  “It’s our last day together,” he said as he served himself and sat down. “What do you want to do?”

  “I don’t know,” I said, toying with the food on my plate. “I kind of wish the week didn’t have to end. It was a wonderful vacation.”

  “I agree, but there is still the offer to come live with Maritza and me after the baby,” he tried to sound nonchalant.

  “I need to finish college first,” I said around a mouthful of food. Swallowing, I added, “What would you want me to do?”

  “Well,” he said as he leaned forward, “You would become a member of the family. If you wanted to work, you could. I am sure I could find a place for you in my business, or you could help Maritza with the baby, watch it grow and sort of be adopted in to my family.”

  “It sounds appealing,” I sighed, “but I really need to think about it. I don’t think one week is enough to be certain we’ll all get along.”

  “True enough,” Edward laughed. “How about we try visiting regularly during the pregnancy?”

  I smiled down at my plate of food. “I guess that would be OK.”

  “Yeah?” he said with a wry grin.

  “Yeah.” I smiled.

  We spent most of the day lazing about, basking in each other’s presence. There was no rush to mate. With the flooding my ovaries had received, I found it hard to believe I wouldn’t come up pregnant. We went out for dinner and then came home to enjoy a hot bath.

  We lay in the heated water of the tub, the tendrils of steam rising in the air and dissipating like memories of the past week together. I leaned against the hard, broad board of his chest. He poured water over my body, watching it sluice down into the tub. I laughed softly at the dichotomy of heat and cold coursing over my body and snuggled back against the man who had owned me for a week.

  We had scented the bath with jasmine oil, and the floral scent permeated the air around us, and I was waxing poetical on my theory of literature.

  “You should meet my son,” Edward said wryly.

  “Why?” I watched his hand raise over my body and pour water on me again. “Does he hold an idealistic view of books as well?”

  “Well, he is idealistic, but more to the point, he is full of passion like you.”

  “Does he like Maritza?”

  “Oh yes,” Edward’s voice held a wealth of meaning in its inflection. “He likes her very much. He’s keeping her company this week in fact.”
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br />   “Oh.” Then it hit me. “Is he…”

  Edward simply laughed in response and poured out another handful of water, watching the droplets cling to my stiff nipple.

  “Oh my.” I pondered the familial implications. “Does he know what you are doing?”

  “No. Maritza and I felt it best to keep this between the three of us, though he knows we are looking to adopt.” His hand caressed my arm and then moved to cover my breast, squeezing softly.

  “Hmmm.” Suddenly, I was tired of discussing the intricacies of his family unit and sat up, casting a glance at him over my shoulder.

  He returned my look with a quizzical one of his own as I turned to face him. I allowed my lips to curl into a slow, heated smile, and he released a soft breath as he realized what I was after. His eyes became heavy lidded in desire.

  “I had no intention of making love this evening,” he offered as his eyes traveled my wet, glistening form.

  “I know,” I said, climbing into his lap. I massaged his member in the heated water. It didn’t take much encouragement for it to grow and stiffen in my palm. “This is what I want.”

  I dragged the blunt, smooth head through my folds, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin. Raising myself up, I positioned his cock at my tender entrance, thinking of all the times we had connected like this over the week. This instance was just for us, not for a baby, not because he had won an auction, but simply because it was what we wanted. I slid slowly down his thick erection, feeling every inch spread inside me. Edward leaned his head back and closed his eyes as I took charge. His damp arms rested on the side of the tub while my hands braced against his shoulders. I raised and lowered myself, feeling his dick probe the soft, tender places inside me, and let out a soft purr of pleasure.

  “Oh, Jane,” he murmured. “You feel so good, so tight, so plush.”

  His hands circled my waist, urging me to move faster. The soft lapping of the water against the side of the tub turned to crashing waves as our bodies churned together, riding higher and higher. I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss at the hollow where his neck joined his shoulders, the salty tang of his sweat on my lips. My tongue peeked out, kittenish, to lap at the taste. The headier, muskier scent of our bodies joined the light, flowery scent of the bath oil as I took him into me again and again. I cried out suddenly as he tugged my hair, the sharp, quick pain adding spice to our pleasure. I could feel my channel grip him in excitement and I arched my body, driving my hips into his. Something about the positioning was just right, hitting the right spot, and I wanted more, I wanted all of him, and I wanted it now.