Chapter 49

After Lucy’s visit, any time away from Mandy dragged. Each morning, I’d awaken with a grin, and stumble outside awaiting her arrival. We’d run, swim, lift, soak, and fuck. On weekends, it was all about the latter. Except it was no longer fucking. Oh, she wore her collar. And I was her master. But we made love while playing our little roles.

It was heaven.

Following the single event, Cinder had vanished. Although Mandy inquired, I wouldn’t contact her. Our bargain had been sealed, but it was up to Cinder to pursue her needs. To be honest, with the days shorter, the weather worsening, and Mandy’s curves tight to me whenever possible, she’d drifted from my mind.

But then she texted.

How are u?

That wasn’t good enough, so I didn’t respond. Neither was the “miss u” she sent several times. Nor an open-ended message I received late one night:

I was wondering...

When Mandy caught me scanning it the following morning as we soaked in the hot tub, her eyes lifted to mine. Beneath arching eyebrows, they tightened as her glossy lips pursed. Yeah, I had to do something. Not that I hadn’t already formed a plan; it simply sat on a shelf in the back of my mind.

As she eased through the sudsy whorls to slide onto me, my pulse hammered. At her teeth tugging on my lower lip, a heavy breath left me.

“Go ahead, Jim.” She sighed while running her hands along my ribs and lifting to sit astride my pelvis. “The bitch needs you.”

“I’d like to meet her alone,” I muttered while glancing at the message.

“You should.” With an exhale that blasted hot air across my soapy torso, she pushed matted dark hair behind her ear. “I’m okay with—”

At the sudden hiss, I looked up to see her cheeks darkening.

“What?” I asked.

“She’s a real bitch, master, and I ... Well, she enjoys being controlled by you”—she gnawed on her lips while returning the hand to my chest. Its fingers splayed wide over my racing heart—”like me. But ... It’s different, isn’t it? Between you two.”

“Yes.” I nodded and raised my palm to cup a perky little cone. “Very different.”

“According to Charles ... Um, if the weather’s crap, they go there on Saturdays to play poker, remember?” Mandy whispered before gliding a hand beneath her to find my swelling rod. “And, mmm, she’s usually just finished an early morning workout when they arrive. Later, she goes out to shop or spa, or whatever that icy fucking bitch does.”

Yeah, more than a little tension existed between them. The glee in her eyes as she’d dashed towards Cinder in the special room filled my memory. Add to that, the way Mandy had tormented the suspended woman.

“What did she do to you?” I murmured, then moaned as she lifted while tilting my hardened shaft beneath her.

“Mmm, fuck,” she muttered while twisting her slippery wet tightness downward to engulf my cock. “Oh, master. Um-hmm, back where you belong.”

When she was ready, I’d get my answer, but she was making another point. To herself as well as me, I believed. As she rose and fell, I lowered the phone and slid my hands to her ribs. My focus was on her. Eyes ablaze and teeth gnawing on her lower lip, her face was a picture of pure bliss.

“She...” Her voice, low and shaky, reappeared as muscles across her frame started convulsing. “Mmm, when ... Oh, fuck, master. Mm-hmm, you’re so deep. Um, when we arrived ... Oh, yes.” She bounded quicker and ripped her hands from me to rake through her matted, dark tresses. “She was just ... Mean!” As a groan left her, the faster bouncing sent choppy waves of soapy water to slap against the sides. “I hated her. Right away. She ... Oh fuck. I’m coming, master!”

As she cried out, her head flew backward, and body shook in my steadying grip.

“That’s it, little slut.” Even as she shuddered, I pulled her down to me. With her racing pelvis dragging those sharp rubbery nipples along my chest, her rapid breathing battered my throat. “Hmm, yeah, seems personal.” I chuckled. “The way you fisted and rode her thigh.”

Right as I fell silent, her entire frame twisted, and she screamed before jamming her wide mouth and trembling teeth into my neck. As she bucked, sending far more powerful splashes across the foamy surface, I shoved upwards. That tossed her from reality for a good long time.

When at last she crumpled, panting and quivering into my embrace, I sighed. But after a slow exhale, her lips found my shoulder. It was a shaky but deep kiss.

“Yes. Um, personal. In the kitchen, before you ... Mmm, God, you’re still so hard. Oh, uh, before you arrived. She was making fun of my bikini. Said I wasn’t good enough to wear it. And her tone. That icy bitch.”

As I stroked her silken tresses and let her battered pussy convulse along my length, time slowed once more. With her lips again on my neck, my pulse whipped between slowing and racing. When she lifted to gaze at me, I jolted. Those blue pools were ablaze once more. Not in a good way.

“Fuck her hard, Jim!” As she leaned to nip at my lower lip, her insides clamped, forcing air from me. “Fuck her all damned day long if you want! Make that bitch beg!” At my chuckle, somehow those gorgeous eyes ignited further. “I mean it, Jim. Pound her. Make the haughty fucking bitch your slut.” She giggled. “Your naughty big slut.”

“Hell hath no fury.” I laughed.

Come Saturday morning, the gods were on my side. Or at least, were intrigued by my plan. In either case, the sky was cloudless, and it was unseasonably warm. which meant Cinder’s husband would soon be golfing along with Charles. Under Mandy’s curious gaze, I’d prepared my gear. After checking the time, I lifted the phone. With teeth sunk deep into her lower lip, she scooted across the bed to watch me write.

On my way, cunt

Not more than a few seconds later, her reply arrived.

My husband is here.

Not “no.” Not “why.” Only warning me. Yeah, I should’ve called her sooner. With a quiet sigh, I met Mandy’s impish grin.

While driving through town, I wore a beaming smile. As I’d led her to my front door, Mandy had been silent. But had surged upwards with a moan to plant a passionate kiss on my lips before sashaying home. That had revved me up. Then calmed me.

No matter what—or who—Mandy was my everything.

Soon among ever larger houses, I scanned the neighborhood. Once upon a time, I’d cared about living in such places. In sprawling, extravagant homes. But no more. What was the point? After palaces with their crowds of staff, I preferred solitude. Simplicity.

Not long after, I slowed before a sprawling two-story, manor-style home, but parked around the corner. Backpack over one shoulder, I walked back to a broad driveway of red paving stones, lined with bright white rock. Expansive, a manicured yard surrounded well-trimmed trees.

“Nope, don’t miss it,” I whispered while heading up a walkway also made of pavers.

Once beneath an arched entryway, I glanced around. Although their quiet humming echoed, the micro-camera drones were invisible. After Vegas, Gary loaned them to me. But there’d been no opportunity to test them. As I checked the remote feeds on my watch, motion caught my eye. Behind sheer curtains, a shadow flitted.

“Show time,” I muttered with a smile towards the closest hum.

No sooner had my finger pressed the doorbell and chimes rang out than the door whipped open. The world blurred.

But it snapped back into focus as I scanned Cinder’s figure. With a translucent rose-colored robe swirling around her knees and still semi-damp hair gleaming, she trembled. Those dark coral nipples were prominent, stabbing at me from beneath the slow-gliding, thin material. Yeah, she’d worn it just for me.

And it wasn’t any workout that had her cheeks reddening and kept her breathing ragged. Fresh lipstick adorned her pink lips and that extravagant perfume wafted on the warm air from her home. Those glittering green eyes met mine for a split second before dropping.

“Who is it, mi amor?” Erville, her husband, called from deeper inside.

When her head flicked upwards, a wide range of emotions raced across her face. Terror at the reality of what was about to happen mixed with hunger. No, beyond simple hunger. Pure lust flashed in those emerald pools. Shiny lips trembling, she gulped.

But at my grin, she sighed. After a quick flick of that glistening tongue around her mouth, she looked over her shoulder.

“It’s a kid selling candy bars!”