"Now!"
It was a quiet command to her, as well as a warning to her that I was going to flood her mouth. We came together. I had so much stored jism pumping into her oral cavity, it flowed out her nose. It dripped to the floor beneath my chair.
I sat back in the chair, and placed the broken armrests on the table. I would fix them later. Right now, I was totally drained, exhausted, exhilarated. I had won! I didn't even want to think about what would have happened if I had lost. I had won! We would marry.
I understood she had not agreed to a time frame and I grinned, thinking of the next bet we would make in order to set the date. I was about to mention this to her, but stopped as I watched her thoroughly clean my semi-erect cock with her tongue. She then bent completely over and licked my foot clean. She proceeded from there to lick up the drops of cum, hers and mine that had fallen to the kitchen floor.
Sitting back on her heels when she finished, she waited for me to speak, but I was speechless. I was not used to this behavior, had never seen it before, but was damned sure I could get used to it real quick. If I could just figure out what was going on.
A slight motion of my hand, and she slipped up and settled on my lap, facing me, one leg out to either side of my hips. My stiffening organ nestled against her gaping cunt, and as I hardened and lengthened, she shifted back and forth so that it grew up into her. As it stiffened, I felt her contract almost continuously, her green eyes now lidded.
I lifted her knees, bringing her feet off the floor. This forced her to settle completely on my cock with her entire weight. A tremendous sob tore from her as she gasped out my name.
"Oh, Laaarry!" The pressure her muscles exerted on me felt like she was going to snap my cock off at the base. As she slowly relaxed from this major climax, she tipped forward and nestled her face in the crook of my neck. For a while I thought she was asleep until I felt her lips gently working.
Damn! A hickey! That mischievous minx! I had an important meeting on Friday with a new client.
Without thinking, I swatted at her ass with my open hand. It was just a light slap, honest! I was not prepared for her response. It was as if every muscle in her body, including those gripping my prick for dear life, contracted at their greatest strength. Her legs shot rigid out behind the chair. Her back arched even more, offering her glorious breasts to my mouth. This seizure/climax seemed to last forever, until she could finally gasp out a plea.
"God! Shit! Fuck! Oh, God! Please, Larry. Stop for a minute. Uuuhhh. We have, uuuhhh, to talk," she finally got out.
I stopped toying with her tits reluctantly. I waited for her to get off my prick. I waited for her to ask to be untied. Her arms must be aching by now. I waited.
She didn't move off my staff, nor did she ask to be released. She jumped right in, no hesitation this time.
"My last boyfriend ... You have to know ... He hurt Janey ... And me..."
She was speaking in gasps. I shushed her, bringing my lips to hers. She stayed right there in my face, resting her forehead on mine, her nose smashed against mine. I traced her lips with my tongue, tasting myself on her. In many ways, this felt more intimate than fucking her.
"Gary, the bastard, was my last boyfriend before you, about four years ago," she said, when she had calmed down a bit.
I did the math in my head. Janey had been ten or eleven years old.
"We had been together a long time, two years or so, and over time, I came to relax my guard around him. I guess I let myself believe we were in love, although I knew we weren't.
"He was good with Janey at first, spending time with her, rough-housing as only a guy can with a young girl. She seemed to like him. They were inseparable on weekends, and, after she was in bed, he would fuck me silly. Things were great for the first 6 months or so.
"Then one night he said he wanted to try something different. He used a belt or something and tied me to the bed. I went wild. It was the most exciting thing I had ever experienced up until then. I mean, I knew what bondage was from, well, before and had dabbled, but Gary took it seriously. When he tied me up, it was for real, even that first time.
"He saw my reaction to it and rapidly introduced me to more and more bondage and domination, the stricter the better. I got hooked on it, really hooked. It was the closest thing I have ever had to an addiction. When I was tied up, I felt exhilaration, a real rush. For the first time in my life, I could relax sexually, just let go. When I was bound, I was free.
"It sounds strange, but please try to understand. All my life I had had to maintain control over my sexual urges. But when I was tied up, it was as if I wasn't in control anymore. I could give full vent to my passionate side. It was a heady, dangerous thing to do, but I gave into it. I surrendered to it totally and, unfortunately, to Gary.
"I didn't know Gary was deeper into it than I was, actually closer to S&M. Humiliation, my humiliation, began to play an increasingly greater part of our playtimes, or 'scenes, ' as he called them. I won't go into everything that went on, but I can't think of anything that he didn't make me do. Nothing was too disgusting or vile. He used just enough bondage to keep me hooked, and I crawled willingly along after him.
"Gary had a great thing going. He bragged about it to his friends. First he just brought them over to show me off; first just one, then two, then more. At one party, he let someone else tie me up. The next, someone else whipped me. Then he gave me away sexually to his friends. Parties, weekends, you name it.
"Then one day Janey came home early from a friend's house and caught me being fucked by five men and two women, all strangers. Gary pulled her over and told her to watch her slut mother service each one of the guests at the party. He told her it would be good for her to learn what she was going to become one day. He then held her up against his naked body, with her back pressed to his limp cock dribbling cum down the back of her white cotton blouse. He held her there and forced her to watch her mother suck the women and fuck the men. I kicked him out of the house the next day and haven't seen him since.
"She was just eleven, but she understood I was torn between satisfying my sexual cravings and hating the humiliation and pain he made me suffer through to get the satisfaction I craved. That was when we began to discover the full extent of the bond - that link I told you about that we have between us. I wouldn't have made it through that time without Janey's help. She would sense when I was getting antsy and keep me busy, usually with a behavioral crisis of her choosing. God, she could be a real brat. She had to be, to keep me busy enough to get over my own emotional ups and downs.
"It was only after I was pretty much back to an even keel that I began to sense her loss. Until you, Gary was the only man she had ever known. He was her father-figure, sort of."
I interrupted her. I had to ask.
"What happened to her real father?"
She opened her eyes and gazed myopically into mine. She was too close to focus, but I sensed the hesitation and the pain in them. With a sigh, she answered.
"Her father and I were married when I was 19. He was much older, a businessman and I was a trophy wife. He saw me at the local college campus where I was a sophomore. I didn't understand my place was meant to be on the shelf, to be quiet and look pretty. I wanted the fairy tale, love, romance, sex, children...
"He was a businessman, like I said, and not a good one. His grandfather or great-grandfather had invented those metal grommets for the shoelace holes in shoes. Imagine how many of those things there are, 24 or more per pair of shoes, more in boots. Instant bazillionaire. By the time my husband got the company, though, the patents had run out and the business was all but dead. After a series of bad investments, me being one of them, he made a last attempt to merge with another company, but in the process lost it all. It was a shady deal, but he was greedy and got stupid. He died within a week. I think when he realized how badly he had been taken by those schmucks, the shock of it killed him. He was a very proud man.
"His new partners had set up a sizable insurance policy with the new merger - a Key Man Policy, or something like that. It was supposed to be his part of the contract. The bastards had reduced their costs by limiting the life of the policy to 30 days. My husband died 3 days before the expiration date. Nine months later Janey was born. His last two acts, he finally got it right. I'm sorry he never got to meet Janey. It might have made a difference ... He would have made a great father."
It hurt her to talk about it. This was her failure, too. Or she saw it that way.
"Anyway, it took forever for the Insurance Company to pay off. They suspected suicide, then all but accused me of murder. The only thing was, neither of us had known about the policy. I wasn't even supposed to be the beneficiary. Some ditzy secretary had automatically filled in my name as beneficiary, and no one had checked it. They had exaggerated his value to the merged company by several millions of dollars, much more than his whole company was worth or had been worth for several years. And I got it all. Tax-free."
Several of the missing pieces to the puzzle of the past were falling into place; just a couple more for now, and then more for the future.
"Where do we go from here, my love?" I asked her quietly.
She sat up and looked me in the eye. She took a while, apparently looking for something I my eyes. Or was she probing my emotions, my feelings? I imagined I felt something snooping around in my head, I think. I don't know. It felt strange, like someone else was in there with me.
What passed between us just then, together with what we had experienced earlier seemed to grow and merge within the two of us, becoming something real. A part of me was in her, a part of her was in me. I know, that sounds corny. I never believed that shit, either. I just don't know how else to explain it, but something inside of us had touched the other. Maybe that's what they mean by having an epiphany. If it is, we had one.
And it was great.
We knew each other better now, and in a different way. She was finally convinced I was not Gary, that I had no hidden agenda, and I would not lead her down the same path of shame and humiliation, nor would I subject her daughter to that humiliation. She didn't know, nor did I know exactly what path we would go down from here, but she trusted me. With my cock still embedded deep within her, she playfully squeezed me with her cunt muscles.
She kissed my lips lightly and gave me an impish smile before casting her twinkling eyes downward, bowing her head in a voluntary submissive posture. What she said next thrilled me to my core, and set the course for a major part of the next phase of our relationship.
"Anywhere you want, I will follow you..."
This time, the missing word was added.
" ... Master."