Deviant Intent: OBSESSION Page 16

  “Spread your legs,” I said.

  I didn’t have to see her face to know that she was blushing. Women were very sensitive about their body image. What made it even better for her was that this position was one she was used to inflicting on other people.

  I saw her skin twitching. I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I viewed Natasha in the corner of my eye, enjoying the moment as well, as if she wanted to join her soon-to-be sister submissive.

  It was heaven for me, partly because I enjoyed making her nervous, partly because I loved it when a naked woman obeyed my commands, but mostly because she trusted me enough to give me her essence. The power of consent always lay with the submissive, and when they gave it to you...

  I’m sure I was shaking as much as she was; another reason I was standing where she couldn’t see me. I shielded my face from Natasha as well, but the nervous sexual energy was apparent to us all, and it was just a matter of time before an explosion became the conclusion to this episode.

  “you have an exceptional ass, Niki, doesn’t she, Natasha?” I said in my most matter-of-fact tone of voice. I ran my hands over her ass, palms stroking, fingernails gently raking, and gave each cheek a squeeze.

  “Very spankable,” I offered.

  “Th…” she choked and swallowed before managing to say, “Thank You, Sir.”

  “And polite, don’t you agree, Natasha?” I said cheerfully.

  “Yes, Sir, she is.”

  I walked back into my bedroom and pulled the toy bag out from under the bed. True, it’s a trifle clichéd, but why change things that work just because they’re clichéd? I pulled out a pair of clover clamps, a present from Neferterri, and walked back into the room.

  Niki, I could see, had been wondering what I was up to. I walked around in front of her and met her eyes, smiling at her.

  “you’re doing very well, Niki,” I assured her as I pinched one of her nipples, rolling it back and forth

  between my finger and thumb. She gasped and her body flinched, but she didn’t pull away or protest.

  I pinched open one of the clamps and settled it over her nipple. I smiled when I saw her other nipple was already hard and erect, perfectly ready for the second clamp.

  “you’re such a naughty bitch, aren’t you, Niki?” I gently toyed with her. “you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

  She nodded her head, unable to speak, and I saw the wetness building in her eyes. She jumped as my hand cupped her breast and closed her eyes. I didn’t allow her that privacy, though.

  I was too far gone into the moment, and right then she wasn’t allowed to hide from me. I pinched one of her breasts, hard.

  “Eyes open,” I ordered.

  She gasped and opened her eyes, looking directly at me.

  “That’s better,” I said, releasing her breast. My other hand traipsed through her labia a few moments before pinching it and giving it a good pop with my fingers. Her eyes went wide in surprise.

  “It’s so smooth, Niki,” I declared. “Make sure that you do not hide your pussy from me, and that means you, too, Natasha. Unless it’s ugly; is it ugly?”

  The shock on their faces was electrifying. This wasn’t what Niki had expected and she wasn’t certain if it was what she wanted. Even Natasha wasn’t sure what to think at that moment.

  I frowned at her, but inside I was smiling.

  If Ramesses and Neferterri could see me now…

  “I’ll need to see that, properly,” I declared and

  walked over to my chair. Sitting down, I pointed to the floor in front of me. “Hands and knees, Niki, facing away from Me. Now!” I commanded her as she moved slowly to obey.

  I commanded of Natasha. “At My feet, Natasha.”

  Once they had complied with my directions I smiled in admiration, but I still felt like giving them both a hard time. “I can’t see My pussy, Niki. Spread those legs, and use your hands to open your lips for Me.”

  Niki was really shaking by that point and I was certain she was crying. I ignored that, because she hadn’t used her safe word, just as I was taught by Amenhotep. Niki was pouring her heart out in front of me and I treasured every moment of it.

  Obeying my command meant that she had to rest her head on the ground and reach back between her legs to open her lips.

  “I still can’t see well enough, damn it!” I faked the disdain. “Spread those pussy lips, I want a better look at you.”

  Natasha jumped at my sudden ‘anger’, as her sis obeyed, and I took a minute to catch my breath before speaking again.

  “Such a good girl, you’re doing quite well, baby,” I paused.

  “That’s a beautiful pussy. In fact it’s quite stunning.”

  “Thank You, Sir. i’m happy that it pleases You, Sir.”

  I leaned forward and slapped her ass; not particularly hard, because pain wasn’t my objective. I was going for shock. She’d just been spanked, something that she had been dreaming about. “Say, ‘I will keep my pussy clean for you, Sir’,” I told her.

  “i… i will k-keep my pussy clean for You, Sir,” she whimpered.

  I smacked her ass again. “Louder.”

  “i will keep my pussy clean for You, Sir,” she repeated, this time with more conviction.

  I popped Natasha for good measure as well, and placed her next to her sister.

  Smack. “Both of you say it together.”

  “i will keep my pussy clean for You, Sir,” They said in unison.

  “Okay then,” I decided. “I’m proud of you both. For taking your correction so well, I’m minded to reward you.”

  Unbuckling my pants I dropped them down around my ankles, stepped out of them and knelt behind her. I was so hard it throbbed and hurt when Natasha slid the condom on.

  Niki was so wet that I slid easily inside her. We both gasped and paused, just savoring the feel of our joined bodies. I reached down, searching for and finding her clit and putting my finger tip squarely on top of it. The state she was in, pushing the magic button was enough to do the job.

  Natasha kissed her as I played with her button. It was only be a matter of time before the waves began and her climax overtook her. She came hard, and loudly too, which I really, really liked. I didn’t have to do anything except hold on, one hand on her hips, the other firmly pressed against her.

  It took a few minutes for her to calm down and I’m sure she was expecting a dressing down for finishing without permission. It was fine though, as it was not the time or place for that type of derision. I wanted my partners to come loud, long, and often and if that meant building the mood again before I came then, hey, I could live with that burden; I was here for the night.

  I decided to take another strategy. “you’re a very responsive girl, Niki. I like that. But you’ve gotten Me all messy,” I withdrew from her and sat back in my chair. “Clean Me, girls.”

  If you’ve never had a submissive orally perform in a manner where she needed to please you, then you’ve never had a submissive truly suck your dick. Try doubling that pleasure by having two of them helping each other in that task and you could just about call it a wrap in the ecstasy department. I’d just given Niki, by all accounts, a mild experience that she had longed for since puberty and I could see her determination to pay me back in her eyes. Her cheeks were still tear-stained, but she wasn’t crying out of sorrow or anything like that. Natasha seemed to be just as determined to help in causing the eruption as her sister was. I didn’t try to control them; I just leaned back and enjoyed the show.

  I groaned in inarticulate bliss in next to no time, which they took as encouragement to intensify the sensations. I wanted to hold off, but that just wasn’t possible. The best I could manage was to pull out of their mouths at the last second and come on Natasha’s face and chest.

  “Finish cleaning Me, Niki,” I told her. She licked the remaining semen from my dick, milking it a little with her hands, and then smiled up at me.

  “Was that good, Sir?” T
hey both asked me as Natasha rubbed the creamy liquid into her skin.

  “That was great, girls, absolutely heavenly. Clean yourself up, Natasha,” I commanded.

  She ran a finger over her face and then, smiling wickedly at me, put it into her mouth and sucked it clean.

  “Thank You, Sir,” Natasha said when she pulled the clean finger out her mouth.

  “Time out, girls,” I told them. “We’ll play some more again, but let’s go grab a shower. Do you two want to spend the night here?”

  “Will you chain us to the bed?” Niki excitedly asked without thinking.

  “Care to try that question again?” I really wasn’t amused this time, and they both knew it.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. We both expect to be chained to the bed on palettes to sleep.”

  “Good. Then I expect you both to spend the night tonight.”

  “Yes, Sir,” they both answered.

  Niki spoke again, “Begging Your permission, my Sir, but i’ve got to be up early, though. i’ve got a court date tomorrow.”

  “I’ll think about it,” I playfully teased. “Maybe I might want you to call in ‘sick’ tomorrow morning.”

  “Yes, Sir, if it pleases You, i will do just that.”

  ~Twenty~

  I hated running.

  I really did; always have, always will. I got hot and sweaty and being out of breath is way too close to the feeling of claustrophobia I sometimes suffered from. The only good thing about running was stopping to take a breather from running. The funny part was, I don’t do a lot of running; give me a blacktop and a basketball any day of the week. But running away from danger was an essential skill and I hated being heavy and out of shape even more than I hated running.

  Running was also a good way to freestyle, because God knows no sane person wanted to actually think about running. But, as with the night before, my favorite investigative technique was coming up blank. Six miles of pretending I wasn’t sweating like a runaway slave gave me nothing but a moderate cardiovascular workout.

  Disappointing… but not as disappointing as what I saw outside of my house.

  The guy waiting outside my home on the edge of the sedan he was driving was big, clean cut, and well-dressed. Not slick ass defense attorney well-dressed, but he wasn’t buying his suits at JCPenney either. He didn’t strike me as being a Pucci heavy like Torres, but he was used to scanning a street for danger. He spotted me, but he didn’t rush me or tense up. He just waited. I found that reassuring, especially when I was naked.

  So I walked up to him. No point in making a scene in the neighborhood.

  “Dominic Law,” I said. I didn’t offer my hand; my reassurance didn’t extend that far.

  “Mrs. Emerson would like an hour of your time, Mr. Law. I have a car over here,” he replied, completely monotone in his speech.

  Yeah, this required some finesse to keep from getting my brains beat in if I answered wrong to the questions asked.

  “I need a shower and a change,” I tried to pass him off. I mean, it’s not every day that you get to meet a Congressman’s wife.

  “She won’t mind,” he replied. He struck me as the type that wasn’t trying to hear any further excuses when he had a command to execute.

  I nodded. “Lead on.”

  He didn’t flinch an inch. The stare that he gave me let me know that I wouldn’t be making it into the house to take that shower and maybe stall for time.

  Damn.

  He stood there and waited for me to walk over to the car with the open door; open because a second heavy was holding it open for me. I shrugged and walked over to the car and got in. Why? Because the car had local government tags and the heavies struck me as cops. One of them sat in back with me while the other one drove.

  We didn’t talk. Yeah, like there was really something to talk about when you were being ‘escorted’ somewhere?

  Veronica Emerson, a.k.a. Dana, was waiting for me on a bench in Piedmont Park. I found that amusing, personally speaking; Piedmont Park was a notorious place for homosexual assignations. I wondered to myself what possessed her to choose this locale for our first talk.

  Perhaps it was all the hard bodies jogging around, male and female that you could use for your own distractions while dealing with something tense and difficult?

  She was smoking a cigarette, looking as if she was trying to be unaffected by the world surrounding her. I sat down on the opposite side of where she was on the bench. As soon as she felt my presence, she politely took the cigarette out of her mouth, extinguished it on the railing of the iron bench, and turned to face me.

  “Selena said you wanted to speak with me,” she said flatly.

  I nodded.

  “About Terrance, is it?”

  I nodded again. I didn’t feel the need to speak at that exact moment, considering she wanted to assume everything.

  Not that she wasn’t right, of course, but I wasn’t about to give her the immediate satisfaction.

  “Is this a blackmail plot?” her eyebrow raised as she asked that question.

  I shook my head. “What two consenting grown-ass adults do with each other is no business of mine and the public. I don’t much like the public. I just want to hear about Jenna.”

  “Who?” she asked.

  I shook my head and blew out some air the minute she put that one word question into the universe for it to be answered. Whether I was a cop or a P.I., that cat and mouse shit was still the same game.

  She wanted to play cat and mouse.

  Fine.

  Let the games begin…

  “You should know Jenna, and pretty intimately I might add. She was with you and Terrance and Ariel on the trip to Dallas. What really happened to her?” I painted the picture for her.

  “Ariel… I haven’t seen her in years,” Veronica mused. “She’s the one who told you about Dallas, of course. What did she tell you?”

  “Not much. So, what happened to Jenna?” I asked a second time, since she wanted to try and pull the selective amnesia trip down memory lane.

  “Jenna. She was very pretty and I always disliked that about her. Terrance would frequently compare us and I always came out the loser. She was prettier, more obedient; younger. That’s why they picked her, of course. It all came back to bite her in the end.”

  She took a long drag on her newly lit cigarette. “Terrance lost a hundred large, give or take, on roulette at an after-hours club. It was a cruddy, unlicensed place to say the least. He’d been... progressively more stupid all evening long. He’d done some cocaine, been drinking. Earlier he’d beaten Ariel so badly that she had to go to the emergency room. Then he decided to go try to win his money back from the after-hours place and lost all that money, too. He’d been signing IOUs all evening and the owner wouldn’t let him leave without an escort, a big black man. I think Terrance thought he could ditch the escort and make his escape, but that didn’t happen. After an hour of stalling back at the hotel room, Terrance finally admitted he couldn’t pay.”

  She gave me this look as if to say, do you really want to hear all of this?

  I shot a look back that told her, do I look like a man that has trouble making up his mind about things?

  Veronica blew smoke in my face, which I wasn’t too thrilled about for obvious reasons. Urban legends said that if a woman blew smoke in your face, that she had some sexual interest in you.

  I played the whole thing off as if it was an accident, but the hungry look in her eyes was telling me a completely different story.

  “The escort made a phone call and the owner of the casino showed up with two other men. They

  threatened Terrance and he just... gave up, told them he’d do whatever it took to pay the debt, offered them an evening with Jenna and me.”

  I listened to her recount the details, as they sounded really familiar. After speaking with Selena, I’d come to the conclusion that things were really about to take a really weird turn. I hated that I felt that way, but there was no
way to avoid my gut feelings.

  Veronica smiled a little, but it was a bitter, contemptuous smile. “Funny that Terrance would fold like that. He was always telling us how weak we were, how a real slave could endure pain far beyond what he inflicted on us. They didn’t even hit him.”

  She continued, “I didn’t want to have anything to do with them, but Jenna... It was an exciting part of the game to her. She could prove how devoted she was to her Master. So she did; right there in the living room. She turned the scene into a gangbang, complete with a bukkake climax. Those men didn’t know what to do with themselves, and the owner was ecstatic.”

  I saw the intense jealousy within her as she told that part of the memory. You always heard about the girls that could ‘do it all’, but you usually found them within the porn industry, not exactly in the normal circles that you ran in.

  I leaned in closer to Veronica as I gave the intent that I wanted to hear the whole story, no matter how ugly it got.

  “When they were done with her, the owner came over and told Terrance that he ‘trained good pussy’. Then he made a deal with Terrance. ‘Made a deal’, yeah right,” she huffed. “What he did was tell Terrance what was going to happen and Terrance nodded his head a lot.

  “They took Jenna with them and told Terrance he still owed them two more girls and he had to pay up. They took our driver’s licenses, just about everything else of value we had. Terrance had to re-book the return tickets to get enough money to pay off the hotel room. I couldn’t use any money or cards because it would have alerted my husband of my whereabouts.”

  “What happened to Jenna, Veronica?” I demanded this time. I was getting tired of the victim nonsense now.

  “I don’t know, Terrance said that Jenna was good enough to be sold, but that I was damaged goods because I was married. Then he told them he had another girl that he could fly in from Atlanta that would settle his debt with them, and because Jenna was such a good fuck, they let us both go. I never saw her after that, never heard anything about her. I paid a couple of investigators to look into it, but they didn’t find anything. She just vanished,” she looked into my eyes when she said that, but that didn’t mean shit to me, because her eyes quickly motioned up and to the left.