The Mistress and the Mouse: Honeymoon Blues

by JJ Giles

  With a wicked laugh, he slapped her hard sending her slight starved body to the deck. “I don’t remember seeing your name on any papers. Get out.”

  Positively wrathful, she crawled away and pulled herself to her feet. “All that money I’ve given you over the years. You said I was buying into the company with it.”

  A snarl twisted his lips from where a cheroot hung. “You’re trash. Get out.”

  The first panic that she had been used assaulted her and caused her heart to flutter. “You can’t do this to me!” Her eyes narrowed with rage.

  “It seems to me you have a choice here. You can go to the authorities and turn me in, if you like. But you’ll have to admit that you’re a whore and you’ve ripped off your husband for thirty years now. The only way you can do away with me is to confess to your own crime. So I suggest you move on.”

  “I just gave you one and a half billion dollars to build a new marina and buy twenty new boats,” she hissed.

  “Oui, merci,” he said with a cocky flick to his wrist.

  “You motherfucker, you can’t do this to me.”

  Rather than fuss with her, he had more intention of pleasing his boss. He went straight to the phone and dialed to have security come for her and set her out. He listened to the ravings of a lunatic for only a moment before he redialed. It was answered on the first ring.

  “This is Jacques,” he whispered. “She should be returned to America by tomorrow. My people will put her on a plane first thing in the morning.”

  “Perfect,” his boss said. “I’ll have the papers drawn up to return Aristo Cruise Lines to your ownership within the week. It’s certainly been a pleasure doing business with you.”

  “Merci, Mr. Abernathy,” he whispered. Jacques broke the connection and stretched long on the bed. And a very profitable relationship it’s been. Sorry to see you go.

  Chapter Ten

  Jerry hitched a leash to Morgan’s collar and asked, “Ready, Baby?”

  Still stunned to be naked, she felt a little quiver in her facial muscles. “Uhhh...I don’t think so.”

  “But you look so good to me. Move it,” and tugged on the leash.

  Hold up, was only a thought as she followed him down the stairs. This ain’t going down quite right.

  By the leash, he led her through the kitchen and out the door where a limo awaited him. The driver opened the door as soon as he appeared and Jerry tugged at her, understanding her reticence to be seen totally nude by strangers. She dove into the car after him, quite self-conscious and knelt between his legs.

  He laughed at her innocence. “You are the entertainment portion of our evening.”

  “The entertainment?” she asked quite curiously. “Where are we going?”

  “The Lair,” he said softly. “And because I didn’t want you to hang around and get nervous, we don’t have much time.”

  “Hang around?” she asked nervously.

  But he only pulled her forward and held her head to his chest. The rocking of the car, the steady beat of his heart and she merely lay there content as her mind wondered.

  * * * *

  The door opened in the parking garage and she was pulled out of it only to see that they were alone. He placed her on the elevator and minutes later the door opened on to the lavish expanse of his penthouse.

  Broadly, she smiled. “So the party...”

  “The Lair, Dear.”

  “My unrequited fantasy?” she whispered.

  “There’s a movie you watch over and over, ad nauseum, I understand. I rather like it, too,” he said.

  She fell against him, knowing she was indeed to be the star of the show. The center of attention for... “How many are coming?”

  “Now that will be a surprise,” he said. “Move.”

  She bolted to the door and opened it unhesitantly only to stand stock still in the threshold. She had forgotten how incomprehensibly huge it was. Two thousand square feet at least.

  She hopped between the equipment like a gazelle toward another threshold. Inside, merely a cleaning room and toy box. She was to be disciplined, used to her heart’s content tonight by her husband’s friends. Are any of them masters as capable as Jerry? she wondered as she awaited him. And then she realized he had trained them all, including Brian. For the first time, she understood the depth of Jerry’s pain when Brian left him. As hurt as she was when Brian left her.

  “Over,” he ordered.

  She bent over the massage table, her legs spread wide for a final cleaning. He inserted the nozzles and let them fill her full, bubbling softly. She heard drawers open and close. Lights were switched on and off while her excitement grew out of control.

  Gently, he removed the hoses and let her go to the toilet. But she ran quickly back to him to be dried, to be handled, to be his star.

  “I’ve never seen you so excited.”

  “Brian wants this?”

  “Are you kidding? To show you off? All of these guys have been married and divorced...several times, in search of someone like you. I wouldn’t be surprised if they employ you to find them that perfect mate.”

  “That would be fun,” she offered. “I know hundreds of women.”

  “I know.” He held up a rather intriguing harness to which she slipped her arms through. Gently he grasped her nipples and laid her breasts on the plastic plates sewn in to keep them high. Behind her he laced it tightly, her shoulder blades and chest completely swaddled in leather to her neck, the leather stretched over her upper body so comfortably.

  “I like this,” she whispered as she peered into the mirror, her breasts so lush and full, seeing exactly what it was now.

  He merely smiled and took her hand.

  “Oh, shit,” she breathed, so hopelessly excited.

  He took her to the chains and hitched her wrists to one, a remote control retracting it into the ceiling to stretch her long but leaving her feet on the floor. “I love you,” he whispered affectionately. His lips touched hers for a lingering kiss. “You don’t begin to know how coveted you’ll be. How proud Brian and I will be of you.” His passion swelled and he took her face, the better to feel her dissolve in his wanton embrace. He parted with a profusion of soft kisses to her eager lips.

  “I will have you in just a little while,” he assured her. And then he drew the leather up, a hole cut in the front that she might breathe, vocalize. It covered her eyes quite securely, leaving her in abject blackness. It drew around the back of her head to support her neck and then hooked securely at the sides, another ring at the top attached to another chain to hold her erect.

  He didn’t leave her so soon, rather, he pleasantly moistened those areas to be used entirely, by everyone in the room.

  The muffled sound of the door closing made her want to cry. How long would she have to wait? How many of them would there be?

  * * * *

  “Good evening, boys,” Jerry yelled. They had all arrived, all five of them, all as excited as Brian.

  “Been a hell of a long time, Jerry! Where the hell did you find this guy?” he asked as he placed an arm around Brian.

  “Under his Mistress’ foot,” Jerry said. “But once you meet her, you’ll understand better what happened to him. There isn’t a damn one of you who wouldn’t give it up for Miss Morgan McFaye.”

  “Even you?” they teased.

  “Even me, my brother,” he said surely. “Even me. Come.”

  * * * *

  Her patience wore thin awaiting the appointed hour of which she knew not. And then she heard the lever turn, the footfall of men cluttered together so that she couldn’t discern how many feet exactly. But she heard the gasps well enough, the mewing of men’s voices as if they looked upon a piece of immeasurable worth. It made her shiver.

  “Oh, Brian, she’s beautiful,”... “How exquisite,”... “Does she have a sister?” swirled around her. “No fucking wonder we haven’t seen you for ten years, man. And she’s been doing you all this time?”

 
; “Oh, yeah,” she heard Brian say happily. She felt him so intoxicatingly near. One hand swirled circles over her ass as the palm of another infuriated a nipple. “I just want to give something back, you know. No one in the world deserves it more.”

  “Damn,” one breathed. She felt that one draw closer, close enough for her to feel his breath. “Ah, man.” The backs of his fingers dusted over her breasts. “I don’t know what to say. She’s a vision.”

  “Sometime I’ll tell you about the night she tripped over me and then took me home and chained me to her bed.”

  “It can’t be that easy!” one behind her cried. He laid his hand on her bottom and gently caressed it. Her heart thudded in her chest, the impossible scent of testosterone spilling around her like the intoxicating aroma of rare wine.

  “We have gifts, bro.”

  “That’s very generous,” Brian offered. “I’m sure she’ll gladly and gratefully accept them.”

  An internal quivering stroked by impossible excitement nearly defeated her now. To hear their varied voices, the lust in their expressions. The gentle grace with which Brian offered her to his friends, friends she never knew he had. And their collective attention resided with her.

  “I’m gonna go first,” one shouted.

  It was Jerry who stood behind her now, his arms sturdy and strong, and grasped her breasts to offer them. His hands were hot as they held to her and if she could have she would have fallen back against him.

  Jerry watched Renee pull out two hypodermic needles and smiled. Morgan had never experienced anything like this, he was certain. Tightly, he pressed her sides with his folded arms to fill her with fortitude because this was going to hurt...for a moment.

  Renee lined up on the nipples, ready to inject them. At precisely the same time, the needles pierced the nipples, the plungers forced the fluid into them and then he yanked them away.

  Still held in Jerry’s loving grasp, Morgan gasped uncontrollably to feel the impossible heat spreading through her breasts feeling like liquid fire coursing through channels she didn’t know existed. It seemed as if her breasts swelled, grew impossibly huge and filled with warmth.

  “Oh, Brian,” Renee mewed. With overflowing adoration, she watched as Morgan’s breasts did swell and the nipples raged. As if it were the anthem of an angel, she listened to the object of her desire murmur in gratitude. “Damn.” She backed away. “Where the hell did you say you found her?”

  Brian merely smiled, watching Morgan intently. Jerry moved away from Morgan and placed his arm around Brian as together they watched Morgan’s nether lips be spread, the better to do her clit, the phalluses inserted, the better to stroke her desire.

  “Fix you a drink?” Jerry asked.

  “Thanks,” Brian offered. He stood aside feeling Morgan’s excitement, watching every flinch of her body as another lash assaulted it. He lit a cigarette and laid back against the sofa near his father.

  “I’ve really missed this,” Brian said softly.

  “I have, too. I never thought there would be another Renee, but how wrong I was.”

  “I didn’t, either,” Brian offered. “But something just kept nagging at me, you know. She’s a good woman and I didn’t want to share. But it’s never been the same without you.”

  “I understand, Brian. But listen.” He melted to the sound of Morgan’s sobs, her screams cut short by another flick of a wrist, the leather contacting her skin, leaving a blistering welt. “One man can’t take care of a woman like her. There’s no shame in that.”

  “She’s something else,” he admitted. “I love her like nothing before her.”

  “I do, too,” Jerry breathed. But the boys were getting a little too voracious for Jerry’s comfort and he stood to part them, his command of them unquestioned. With an arm around her to steady her, he lowered the chains to let her kneel now.

  To the one who was drooling, he pointed to come forward.

  “Thank you, Master,” he whispered as he unzipped his pants.

  * * * *

  Morgan felt a hand grasp at the leather to hold to the back of her head. Only a moment later she felt the soft swollen glans of a penis to her lips. Greedily, she opened her mouth, but dutifully remembered her manners. She let him enter her, the full throbbing organ of a man filling her mouth. Her jaw locked on it, her tongue suckled as if she starved.

  She felt their body heat rise around her, the leather on their legs pressing into her, holding her tight. She sucked even more ravenously.

  But it was yanked from her without its reward so generously given. A moment more and another entered. One quite bigger, longer, but it didn’t matter. She gnawed, literally starving for this.

  * * * *

  After a half hour of listening to Morgan feed, Brian asked, “What do you think?”

  “Enough!” Jerry shouted. He stood and let his pants fall to the floor. Easily, Jerry walked to ‘the chair’, one of his more delightful concoctions and draped his legs over the softly padded supports. Brian came respectfully, his gaze averted from his Master, his hand full of oil. It was rubbed on his Master’s weapon with a delicate twisting motion meant to infuriate its desire.

  “Bring her over here, boys,” Brian directed.

  Quickly, she was loosed and picked up off the floor. Men, how many she still didn’t know, raised her high and then she felt the girth of her Master’s penis at her anus. She stood on the floor between his divided legs, having been tempted by this piece weeks ago. She heard the imperceptible sounds of baited breath as her Master pulled her down on him completely and then pulled her back into his arms, her corporeal structure boiling now. Her legs were divided to lay over her Master’s and be locked down by chains, her cunt completely available to whomever wanted it.

  Suddenly, her wrists were grasped and penises were placed in her hands. Another split her lips and tore into her mouth. Yet another stabbed into her cunt and she lay back against Jerry. To feel Brian’s love throbbing in every orifice, she fell hopelessly in love with him all over again.

  A well-needed and hopefully deserved orgasm was rising within her. As one penis departed her hand, another filled it. As her mouth emptied, it too was refilled, even if it was soft and malleable now, the gift of its essence boiling within her.

  It was only when Jerry’s hand went to her clit and rubbed that their various energies collected within her. The friction of the night congealed into a single spasm. Human hands held her down, men’s hands twisting her nipples, and she began to writhe uncontrollably. Hands to her breasts, her hips, arms around her torso as she disintegrated like an exploding star.

  But it didn’t end. It was merely the first explosion in a series as another tore into her, wanting those impossible contractions, and she rose again, unaware of her voice so loud and full of the pleading tones to never let it stop. She felt another penis fill her fully and retreat.

  But another took its place and she would know it anywhere. Her precious Mouse. Brian’s hands to her breasts, his power infiltrating every molecule of her body. The length of his penis, capable of long smooth strokes, stoked another kind of fury in her. She felt the urgency in him...that he wanted to feel her come one last time. He wanted that grand finale of sparkling embers as he moved a little faster, his hips gyrating wildly. But it was his fire that lit hers and together they erupted in glorious harmony.

  He fell over her body and then lifted her into his arms. Gently he raised her amidst the sound of clapping, the murmurs of adoration. She lay over his shoulder like a broken rag doll, wholly rent.

  Brian nodded to the compliments, yet carried her away.

  Cleaning room. She felt the cold marble tile under her and his hands working gently to remove the harness. She opened her eyes on the meager light to see his dancing with a mirthful delight. His lips brushed over hers so tenderly.

  “A wedding present...a little early.”

  * * * *

  Hours later, she awoke in bed, groggy, on Jerry’s chest, Brian spooned behind
her. Contentedly, she smiled, the feel of them both holding to her. She rolled a little into Brian’s arms and felt Jerry behind her now, playing at her orifice. With such heated desire, he swept into her.

  Wanting all of it, she bent a little at the hips to force her ass into his groin. Filled with greed, her hand slid down Brian’s body to grasp his penis. But that place was already occupied by Jerry’s hand. Rather, she wrapped around Brian, Jerry’s thrusting forcing her closer, and held on.

  Brian writhed in her embrace with an orgasm created by his Master. Yet he tore away from her and slid up so that precious essence wasn’t lost to the sheets. Still hungry, she lapped at it and swallowed the font. As the last tremors coursed through Jerry’s body, she heard the soft subtle sounds of passionate kissing.

  What was once Brian’s need had grown into strength and become the defining factor. His strength to share her, to give her what she needed so desperately. And to be married to him caused a drip from her eye. She held Brian to her chest, yet reached behind her to cradle Jerry’s balls so gently, so impossibly in love.

  Chapter Eleven

  The sun rose over the horizon and a perfect late summer day. Morgan peered out the window to see everything being placed, Brian and Cherry watching over things so common such as tables. The huge latticed arbor and arch was already placed, and the florist was working with it just then.

  Nervously, she paced for a moment and then ran across the hall to her Master’s room.

  “Come in.”

  “I’m so frickin’ nervous,” she whispered.

  “You need something to take your mind off it?” he asked.

  “No,” she said quickly, thinking of some chemical concoction he might have.

  “You’re beautiful.” He scooped her into his arms and rolled over on her. “We’re gonna have a wonderful life.”

  “I think so, but I will admit, the way you Abernathys do things kinda...stuns me.”