The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 79
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 79 - Volume 2 is a compendium of the next thirty-eight chapters of Jim’s saga. As his relationship with Mandy deepens, the hints of her troubled marriage cause him to question their future, his motivation, and hers. Is he also a monster, corrupting her? And when others become involved in their shared world, Mandy’s innate talents are revealed. (Warning: Jim predates nifty little modern sexuality tags; if it's pleasurable or called for, he will do it.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BDSM Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Water Sports
Amid dreams of warm beaches and Mandy’s warmer curves, I was shocked awake by my phone’s buzzing. In the darkness, I flapped my hand around to find it. After prying my eyelids open, I held the bright screen to my face.
“Charles?” I muttered with a slow blink as it buzzed again.
So many thoughts flashed through me. Had somebody spotted her traipsing home the previous day? On the porch, once I’d removed the blindfold, those stunning azure lasers had stared into my soul for about a million years. Until, after a quick press of her lips to mine, she’d turned away. Instead of taking the backyard route, her little figure had pranced along the sidewalk and through her front door.
Even for her, that’d been beyond brazen. Head still spinning, I’d spent the rest of the day cleaning gear and piecing together a rough cut of the video for Gary. However, there was her final worried glance before she’d disappeared.
So, maybe the gig was up. Phone in my fist, I rolled to my back and sighed. But then tightened my brows. Except, if it was, her husband wouldn’t simply call.
“Or would he?” I muttered while sitting up in bed. “One way to find out.” I tapped the device.
“Sorry, Jim” flooded the receiver, followed by a sleepy yawn. “Glad I caught you before your run.”
“Um, wassup, Charles.” I scratched my head and swallowed a chuckle; on weekends I never ran.
“Mandy.” He cleared his throat. “Uh, she wanted me to say she’s gonna skip today.”
“She sick?”
“No. Um, yesterday.” Another yawn escaped him. “Uh, whatever you had her doing, she’s exhausted. Slept all afternoon. She says—”
“Tell that lazy ass wife of yours to get over here or I’ll tan her little butt.”
Even as the icy words left me, my brows tightened further. It wasn’t like her to skip spending a morning with me. Plus, having him call? Something more was going on.
At his laughter, I held in a chuckle. If he only knew how much the little imp enjoyed me tanning her behind. But my tone was also for Mandy. From the sounds of moving sheets, she’d been nearby. My guess was validated by hushed voices and the rapid thump of footsteps. It was followed by a sleepy laugh.
“That did it, Jim. She’s moving like lightning. Have a good run.”
“Stay warm, Charles.”
After killing the call, I dropped the phone and slid back under the covers. With a grin still on my face, sleep took me away once more.
When I next peeled an eyelid open, dim orange light was flooding the room. For a moment, a strange unease overtook me. After patting around to discover nothing but a cold mattress, I jerked awake. Mandy?
Just as I lifted to check the time, I froze. Dark hair gleaming in a slender beam of sunlight, she was beside the bed. Head bowed, she was on her knees. Not even a negligee covered her, and her small, tanned figure glimmered.
“What’s the matter?” I said, as my pulse hammered.
At first, she remained silent, but when her face rose, those brilliant blue eyes, though shadowed, glistened. A profound ache gripped my heart. She wasn’t wearing her collar. And that pain sharpened as a shiny fingernail traced the bruising I’d left on her neck. It was darker than I’d intended.
“Did, um, he notice that?” I nodded towards her gliding finger.
“Huh, what?” She swallowed and lifted the finger. “No.” At the sudden silence, my heart thundered quicker. But before I could speak, she added in an icy tone, “Of course not.”
Right as I was about to move for her, she smacked her lips. And I froze, watching her tremble.
“Jim, what happened yesterday...” She gulped, but held my gaze. “Wow, that was another example of ... Hmm, what I was contemplating while at Susan’s.”
“Thought that wasn’t about me?” As I swallowed, my eyebrow arched.
“It wasn’t.” She shook her head. “Not a lot of it. But you’re part of my life. Um, that’s why I needed to...” A long sigh escaped her. “Well, organize, I guess is as good a word as any.”
“Okay, so—”
“What happened at the resort. That young woman, the slave wannabe. Then, Denise and Simon. Oh, God, those sexy yacht girls. And, um, even Erin.”
“You had fun, no?” I cocked my head. “That’s what you said on the plane?”
“Yes. But, Jim, you’re...” After a much louder gulp, she shook harder. “Everything you’ve done with Cinder, plus the stuff with me in Vegas.” A tear trickled down her cheek. “God, Jim, I’m confused. Scared. No, I’m fucking terrified.”
“Terrified? Of—”
“Goddamnit! I’m so damn turned on I can’t close my eyes without thinking of you. All the goddamn time. I’m—obsessed, and it ... Fuck, I’m so scared.
“Of what?” After sitting upright, I shifted to dangle my legs from the mattress. “I don’t understand, Mandy.”
“I’m scared, Jim”—a glittering rivulet slithered down her other cheek—”of what I might do.”
“What you—”
After holding up a hand to silence me, a heavy breath left her. Time crawled as those glittery pools bored deeper into me. Yes, we’d gone too far. I’d pushed too hard. She was done with me. When at last she cleared her throat, my heart began a slow tumble.
“I love you, Jim.” Her forceful words slammed into my chest like a high-caliber round. “Flat out. But then there’s ... Oh my God, yesterday and when with Cinder, you’re so brutal. Yet, caring. Plus, cold and warm and sexy and dangerous and all the other things you say a master should be.”
“Okay, but—”
“Fuck, am I also your slave?” With a huff, she pushed her knees apart. “Jesus, I shaved my pussy for you.”
“It was for the swim—”
“And keep it this way,” she plowed over my voice. “Not that Charles notices that either, but ... God knows I understand why that hazel-eyed, gorgeous little, um, fucktoy wanted to belong to you. Plus, Cinder, I guess. Or am I simply, what did you call it, a sub? Something else?”
“Um—”
“No, let me finish. All night I’ve been thinking.” She gnawed on her lips. “I know what you said. But God, when you ... I mean”—she gulped—”you pissed on me...”
“Uh, you moved—”
“Jim, I fucking loved it! The warmth. And knowing Cinder had just been peed on as well. That she cherished it—every damn drop. I wanted to...”
“What, Mandy? What did you—”
“Show you, Jim.” A sob left her. “Show you that I’d do anything for you.”
“Not anything.” Although I lifted a hand, something held me from touching her. “We’ve already been through—”