Chapter 26: Of Worth and Devils - Pt .1 of 4

(Kate in lingerie)

The day had been long and hectic, as Kate slowly leaned over Cane’s welcoming body, her thighs settling over his waist hugging his abdomen, just tightly enough to assert her position over him with confidence, as she began peppering him with small, light kisses on either cheek. Her delight was obvious, her smile infectious even in the half-light as it spoke of longing to take his body for herself, and reap the well sought after rewards of her day, as she kissed him. They’d celebrated at a family dinner, at her hiring at the gallery, however temporary before she used it as stepping stone of sorts before going off to uni, but nonetheless an important one over the next few weeks. She’d yet to meet the other two artists who had been selected. She’d learned at the double date with her parents, they’d held at the same restaurant she’d first shown off her purple amethyst dragon dress at, that one of the artists was actually a nephew of Nelly, who she was the legal guardian to. Her impressions of Nelly although good made her wonder how similar he would be to her if at all. Cane had reinforced that the young man in question was about Kate’s age and very much a welcome addition. His character was a mix of Nelly’s untameable exuberance, internalized and focussed towards his creativity and Florence’s inward focus and steady hand externalized to form a heady mix of both with a calm and dedicated demeanour and an inner creativity that continued to spark the imagination to no end.

Her resigning at the tattoo parlour had been more painless than she’d anticipated, her boss Marlo knowing for some time now that he’d basically had Kate on borrowed time before she went off to university, knowing her serious follow through and careful planning was a hallmark of more than just her work but her character as a whole, when she dedicated herself to a goal. He’d graciously accepted her resignation and released her from her contract on the same day, her wages already counted down to the last hour, in advance in a tidy envelope with a hidden bonus on top as way of thanks to her, as she thanked him with a sincere hug and worded thanks before meeting up with her parents at her apartment home, and after a swift change into her dress met Cane with her parents to celebrate at the restaurant.

Her brother Perry, who had already committed to prior plans with Aisha, had gone out with her to see a movie and she suspected more later on, from the way he’d been practicing on the rubber dummy in his room with the massage techniques Cane had taught him. The dummy itself was anatomically genderless but useful for teaching the basics of massage; he’d explained he needed to keep practicing on perfecting his skills until they came to him by rote.

When they’d finished dinner by toasting a final time to the bright future opening up ahead of Kate, they gathered themselves and taken separate roads, in what they suspected would be a naturally permanent fork in her conceivable future as Kate left with Cane to his apartment with an easy sign of glee and the gentle warmth of his loving presence, as Barbara and Robert took to their own route back home, kissing Kate goodnight in case they didn’t catch her on the way back in later on, with a knowing look and a meaningful smile from her parents, as they made their way with the same gentle warmth generated by Kate and Cane, from simply being in eachothers comforting presence and easy love, mirrored in their own looks and the way they held and adored eachother, which spoke volumes to Kate.

When they reached Cane’s apartment the first thing she did was strip out of her dress with Cane’s help unbuttoning the back, not that she needed it but she enjoyed his closeness and tender handling of her as if she were the most precious thing in the world to him, his hands resting on her shoulders and he let her know that they didn’t need to make love to celebrate their closeness, whispering to her in his gentle, earthy tones that her presence alone was enough to warm him, as they slid under the covers, Kate’s heart swelling as they cuddled, his embrace even clothed was exactly what she needed, as she let the need in her evolve naturally, cupping his face in her hands lightly, his eyes staring with a depthless love and more, a need to be with her, as she imagined her own reflected the same feelings back equally, as she submitted to her desires. “Don’t worry about me”, she teased “you’re the one who’s going to need to drag your half dead carcass out of bed tomorrow morning after I’m through with you”, she said with a smile as wide as a yard was long, which he countered with “Surely the lady jests?”, he said with comical flair, “lest she forget who the true maestro of this orchestra really is” he said mischievously, his love for her as apparent as the nights new moon, as it shown through the closed window.

“We’ll see old man”, she teased him as he replied with a simple “Oh?”, before she straddled him, her naked thighs resting lightly against his hips, as she rubbed her delicate folds against the soft material of his formal black trousers crotch, feeling the obvious signs of his arousal, stiffen and grow beneath her, as she slowly leaned into him, her swaying breasts hanging over his chest, as she kissed him the first time before he asked “is there anything special you might want to do tonight anything you think you can’t forgo any longer, like maybe a roleplay your devious mind might have had in store you wanted to ambush me with?”, he asked playfully knowing Kate had a wicked streak in her she liked to explore when they had eachother to themselves like this, as she peppered him with light kisses.

Her only answer was a cooing and enigmatic “maybe”, as she unbuttoned his white shirt with a smile, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest, making her way down his abdomen hungrily, as Cane lay back, allowing her to unbuckle his pants, as her hands undressed his willing body. “And am I right to suspect it may be even more outrageous and imaginative than any of your previous masterpieces”, he said slyly, with a lurid grin. “Could be”, she cooed just as before as she smoothly tugged on his pant legs and free him of his trousers. “Do you ever not go commando?”, she said with a lascivious smile that warmed him from head to toe “life’s too short not to”, he said with a winning a smile of his own, as she crawled on all fours settling her hips on his waist lightly as she slowly leaned over Cane’s welcoming body, her thighs settling over Cane’s waist...

“So”, he asked “what does my queen have planned? Hopefully not more toys”, he said thoughtfully “I always found them to be too limiting for her, compared to what her imagination could bring”, he said playfully as Kate whispered “true” in a light cooing voice, “I was thinking something much more radical, and closer to home, but it is entirely dependent on your ... permission as it might be a sore subject”, she said with a mixture of playfulness edged in a considerate tone, as she looked squarely into his eyes, a smile almost unwilling to grace her lips, as Cane noticed this and was intrigued. “You’ve piqued my interest”, he admitted “but what could be so controversial you’d need my permission expressed so discretely my dear, I feel ... privileged is the word for such consideration”, he said with just the smallest amount of suspicion that her new roleplay might be something that was leaking, creatively speaking into her mind from their last exquisite orgy unknowingly into her conscious mind, from just two nights ago.

“I want ... it’s hard to say Cane when you’re looking at me like that”, she said almost embarrassed by her own desires, as she leaned in and whispered “I think I picked something that might be too sensitive for you to do, because of the emotional component I want you to fulfill aswell as the physical one, as well as what I’ll have to do to make it ... convincing. It’s not something we’ve done before, for obvious reasons but resonates with what we’ve done in the past between the both of us here”, she offered by way of clue. He took her hands in his, kissed them and told her “tell me anyway, shock me until I can’t breathe, I want to know what my queen wants of me, how else may I please her with my earthly delights”, he said with a familiar grin towards the end as Kate took it as her go ahead to broach the sensitive subject she thought him too close to, to bring into their love play. When he saw her prolonged hesitation he merely said “remember the first time we truly met and the proposal you set before me?”, he said trying to sound hopeful “Be that Kate for me, be determined, be strong, be able to tell me exactly what you think you need, and even if I say no, understand that I’ll always endeavour to say yes, so long as it helps at least one of us find a greater and deeper meaning in our relationship”, he said gently as Kate nodded and leaned into him, resting her head over his shoulder as she rested her body against him lightly, still splayed open-legged over his abdomen.

Her voice was like a velvet whisper in his ear, almost as if she were too afraid to speak up too loudly, lest the spell of their loving relationship be broken as she said “I want ... I want you as you are, because I want you to ... treat me as if I were my mother”, she said softly, her voice a fading whisper, as he breathed in gently, as way of acknowledging that he had heard her before he said “go on”, with a carefully even tone that neither condemned her feelings not fully condoned her fantasy until he knew more. “I’m going to university soon and I’ll be away for long periods at a time ... I want to explore the fantasy of you being ... tempted by my mother to reunite again as a couple, starting off as a secret affair”, she said, her voice cracking on the last word, as he could practically hear the blood rushing to her cheeks, as she felt the heat of embarrassment at her own words. Expecting a look of shock and confusion but met only the kind and considerate expression of a partner that only wanted to hold her close and tell her with a look that there was nothing she could do to shock him or outright alienate him from her. That he’d always be there for her no matter how wild the fantasy, or how dark the urge was that she wanted to explore with him, because he knew her heart and knew she was just exploring the vast landscape of her desires and the deepest parts of herself.

She waited for his response unable or more likely unwilling to pursue her fantasy without it. As he said “I have a blonde wig if you think you need one to pull it off?”, he said with a broad smile, filled with a genuine warmth and gratitude for her honesty as Kate’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief before she burst into a fit of giggles. “You actually have one?!” she exclaimed, her hand smacking him in the shoulder lightly in feigned protest, though the excitement was clear in her eyes, she was thrilled that he’d be willing to indulge in her taboo fantasy.

“I’m a tailor remember?”, he said feigning injury “and one of the major components believe it or not, is matching the colour, form and design of the dress to dynamically compliment every part of the person it’s made for”, he said with a flourishing gesture of his hands in the general direction of Kate’s violet hair, a mix of a unsubtle, cresting Mohawk on top ending in long luxurious strands of purple down her back with rich black undertones “including but not limited to their hair”, he said with his own burst of giggles as she squinted her eyes in mock annoyance. He knew she’d picked up on his double entendre. “But yes, I’ve got one, I’ve got a few actually, and they’re yours to use for whatever you’d like”, he said as he indicated to a separate room he’d always keep locked in the corner of the room. She’d suspected it was where he worked out to maintain his physique, never once spotting a weight or form of home exercise equipment anywhere else. “There’s a key in my night table drawer if you want to peak in there and find out for yourself, all it has inside is my “tools of the trade” as it were and some exercise equipment I use every morning before I shower and go to work”, he said with an easy smile. “I do have to advise you”, he said with a smile she could only dubbed as cheeky before the fact “to pull off your mothers look you’d have to go more o’natural, she’s never been one to take advantage of so much colour and vibrancy as you do in your choice of palette to my dear”, he said picking his words carefully, knowing Kate would notice it and she did, as she leaned back and playfully smacked his chest, saying with a playful grin “you’re such a charmer, it’s disgusting” her cheeks flushed with excitement and arousal at the thought of the roleplay they were about to embark on.

“I am only as my queen allows me to be”, he said with a sharp grin that got an instant reaction out of her, as she leaned in and kissed him fiercely “good to know”, she said as they parted lips with a sultry tone as if she were filing it away for a later date before pulling away to retrieve the key in his night table, whilst Cane lay back in bed, hands folded behind his head, he called out behind her “be careful, there are quite a few well placed mirrors in there at different heights and angles designed to help me get the right perspective for my measurements and potential adjustments, in case you knock into them, distracted by what I can only assume you already know is your own natural and exotic beauty”, he said with a look filled with genuine longing and warmth for her, despite the cheeky smile he boasted, as Kate rolled her eyes “you say that to all the girls”, she said with a laugh. “just the ones that become their mothers”, he said with mischievous audacity as she picked up a nearby pillow and smacked him with it lightly on the head playfully, leaving it there, as Cane eventually replaced it where it was, simply saying “had that coming”, he said with a slight chuckle, as he watched her walk bare ass towards the door in the corner of the room ahead of her, the inviting rise and steady fall of her ass with each step she took a visual symphony that never failed to stir something within him, something primal and hungry, as she looked back over her shoulder and caught that look in his eye, defending himself simply by saying “hey don’t look at me, there’s nothing but bad habits and a willingness to teach them to our impressionable youth over here”, he said with a shrug and a cheeky smile as Kate simply rolled her eyes and walked into the room, closing the door gently behind her.

Inside it was just like he’d said, a mirror in some ways of her own room when she pushed aside her bed to make room for a small painting area for herself as she looked through the series of mannequins, finding at least one of them with a blonde wig she liked that matched the natural lengths of her hair. The bright blonde strands matching her own mothers tone and even her own when she peeked the first strands of fading hair dye allowing them to poke out of her hair line or the lengths down her back. She lifted the wig cleanly off the mannequin head, a curvy larger sized female model, built with the generous likeness of her bust and posterior on a wooden frame holding, the main body up on a singular post, the arms extending to its sides the legs standing straight underneath it lending it perceived curves under a blue, glittering, sequined dress it displayed there.

The individual sequins clung to the main body of the dress composed of an almost netting like structure design that flowed gently down the length of the mannequin from the main bodice that was made of solid blue fabric with a transparent parting in the middle exposing the gentle, touching contours of what she imagined would be the wearers bust, as she marvelled at the unique design of the dress flowing gently to the tips of the mannequins toes, in the same netting whilst obscuring the main wooden body beneath with a more traditional but complimenting blue fabric beneath that was gracefully overshadowed by the netting-like design over it. It was breathtaking and instantly made her envious of anyone whom it was destined for, snapping a picture of if quickly on her phone, before she quickly but carefully handled the wig, taking it with her so she could properly apply it in front of the bathroom mirror, so she could adjust her makeup to better resemble her mothers in the role of her chosen fantasy.

As she picked up her day bag, tucked inbetween Cane night table and bed, as she reasoned Cane knew she would “whose...”, but only got that far as he told her “after my dear”, he said indicating to the wig and its potential role in the lovemaking they had planned before he added “some secrets are just too good to share on good faith alone, you might inadvertently let the true owner you already know and discover it existence way before it’s meant to be unfolded”, he said in a conspiratorial tone, before he finished with “but I’m sure it’s nothing a little “coercion” couldn’t remedy”, he said with a playful smirk as he explained with a little hint “but alas no, sadly as you probably noticed from the use of the blonde wig as instead of a violet one, it’s not for you, but a gift for a true friend of mine”, he said unwilling to give up any more clues, as she raised an eyebrow at him, she was intrigued and slightly jealous, but knowing Cane she knew that he wasn’t one to lie to her, so she dropped the subject for now. “And before you begin to suspect” he said with a likely joking tone “no, I am not seeing another woman or another man for that matter”, he said with a smirk “my heart belongs only to you but my friendship along with all its unbound mystery and unexpected rewards is something unique as I’m sure you probably know”, he said with a reassuring smile, as Kate felt a bit silly for her overactive imagination, as she put the tailoring rooms key back in the night table drawer and as she knelt slightly to do so, he leaned in, whispering in her ear with a hunger that seemed to be drawn deep within him, “trust me, you don’t need a dress to be beautiful, seeing as I can barely resist the urge to pin you down right now on this bed and take you, all of you, for myself and leave nothing for tomorrow”, he said with a low, gruff voice that made Kate’s knees begin to wobble and her cheeks heat up with excitement as she felt her sex throb with need. “But I’m afraid at least one of us should show some control ... at least for now”, he said with more than just a hint of regret before he added “shame, really”, as she could practically picture his eyes wandering over her still slightly bent over figure before the night table, her body seemingly frozen in place at his declaration of lust for her, as he added “you might want to hurry up Kate, I’m not so sure that I’ll be able to hold out for much longer, would you in my place?”, he asked her with a tone that told her he was more than willing to take her right there and now if she remained rooted where she stood.

Kate responded with a coy smile, knowing she had him on the edge of his self-control. She stepped away from the nightstand, the anticipation in the room thick as she whispered, “Patience, love, Rome wasn’t built in a day, but it doesn’t mean we can’t burn it down in one, if we need to.” Her heart raced as she felt his eyes follow her every move, the power of their shared desire electrifying the air. “As far as famous last words go, those are pretty good”, he smiled back, his eyes never leaving her as she disappeared into the bathroom. Within minutes she effectively killed her Mohawk and tucked it carefully into the main body of her hair, securing it with bobby pins and a touch of hairspray. The blonde wig was surprisingly comfortable and natural looking once it was on, giving her an eerie reflection of her mother in the mirror, which sent a thrill down her spine. She adjusted her makeup too look more natural and minimal, so that with a few strokes of eyeliner and a change in lipstick, she had the essence of her mother’s youthful mirror image down.

The masterstroke was the set of lingerie she’d chosen with the roleplay in mind as she quickly but carefully slipped into it from out of her satchel. What she felt were going to be too-thin shoulder straps were holding up surprisingly well as she adjusted every hugging curve, every detail and additional piece she added for good measure, aside from the main body of it, looking at the cumulative effect in the bathroom mirror and nodded to herself in satisfaction as she stepped towards the door, opening it only partway as she called out ahead of her “your...”, she hesitated searching for the right words before they came to her in a flash of inspiration “true love has one request Cane”, she said in a light and airy sultry voice she tried to match to what she could only imagine her mother’s to be, satisfied with it, as it came more easily to her with every word as she spoke “she would ask you simply lay in your bed and pretend you were asleep, leaving only the side lamps on and allow yourself to drift off”, she said smoothly. “In other words, no peeking”, she said with a rich tone like syrup she could practically feel sliding off her tongue, as she waited for his confirmation, watching as the rooms overhead light winked out, only to be replaced by the warm glow of the side table lamps, casting a soft orange light she knew would be enough to walk by as she opened the door, peaking her head through first to judge if she could make it from the distance of the doorway to the bed and effectively mount her noble steed turned adulterous lover within the confines of the roleplay before he had a chance to sneak an unresistible glance, as she smiled to herself with an easy appreciation for her creative prowess in setting the scene.

She walked smoothly over the carpeted floor, her motions undetectable, her confidence total, as she leaned into the role she’d chosen for herself, settling her weight first on the edge of the bed with her knee, as she used it to lever herself up, the soft squeaks of the mattress beneath her giving her away she was sure, but she knew that was part of the thrill, as she straddled him, her core pressing down into his pelvis, feeling the warmth of his cock beneath her. She leaned down and kissed him softly, as she held her hands over his eyes willing him to let her say her piece first before he reacted “Cane, I told you I needed to meet you here tonight because it concerned something I learned about Kate and this was true, but not in the way you think”, she said flowing into her role as the adulterous mother with greater ease than she expected, which slightly disarmed her before she shook it off, as nothing more than her creative acumen coming into play.

She whispered into his ear “I’ve learned something very disturbing about her, I think you should know...” she said letting the moment hang in the air as she softly kissed him a single time on his lower jaw, she could feel the nerve there twitching almost like he was holding back allot more than she gave him credit for “she’s not worthy of you Cane, not like I was, not like I will be and you ... you are going to be the driving force of so much love, like you were in our pasts, I know we both wish we could rewrite and celebrate together”, she said as she twirled a single red painted fingernail over his chest in a rough circle, Canes eyes were still closed, despite the fact that she taken her hands off them, as if he mentally couldn’t allow himself to digest her revelations about her feelings for him, until she finished knowing there was more she held back on a baited breathe “I would be “remiss” if I didn’t tell you how every time you gifted her with a dress, a painting, a visual demonstration of your love over her as you showered her with your affections I felt more and more...”, she said with special emphasis on the “more” each time, making her tone deeper, her inflection more deliberate as she paused before she added “ ... like I need to be seen by you ... felt by you”, she whispered softer this time, softer than a whisper as she felt him tense beneath her, his cock hardening more, she knew it was because of her words and she liked it, “I want that feeling Cane, I want it in more than as a simple memory, I want you to see me and see the girl I used to be when I first met you, transformed into the woman you ought to be with, I need you to look at me and see in my form what you only grace Kate with or break me in half trying, lest you think it too much, maybe even...”, she said as she breathed with an airy sign on his cheek luring him in “ ... too real for you to accept?”, she asked as she finally said “look upon me Gideon Cane and see your true love reflected through the visage of my daughters prism, see her in me and me in her, let your heart decide, barring that...”, she said as she gentle massaged his crotch with one hand, as she reached between her legs and started fondling first his balls, then the hardened length of his shaft, not yet fully formed but growing with every heady second under her ministrations and sultry words “ ... let me feed your soul what you body wishes more than anything it could take right now without my permission, let me offer you the dream, realized at last”, she finished “open your eyes Cane and see me as I want you to see me, how you’ve wanted to see me”, she said with a final chaste kiss on his lower lip that lingered as she stretched it with her own before letting go, as she sat up on his hips gently, giving him a full view of how far and how undeniably intimate her character was, and was willing to drive her to be, as she felt him release a breathe she hadn’t know he’d been holding before he graced her with his eyes appreciating the full scope of what was lain before him.

It was a subtle but beautiful piece of lingerie of black lace, striped in thin red lines down from the main bodice down the length of her waist and beyond it, as the material hung enticingly between her legs, which would have naturally hid the enticing thickness of her touching inner thighs from view, held in place by two soft lace bands across each thigh that could hook it in place, if she needed to. The lace edging flaring over her hips neatly, as the rest of set hugged her form, she’d noticed was growing noticeably more manageable, since she’d first met Cane, knowing in no small way for her emotional and physical connection to him was a factor in this as she admired the growing steadiness of her round but generously evolving curves, that lent her more confidence under his absorbing gaze with each second his eyes feasted on her. She noticed his attention to small details as his gaze wandered to what she first thought was the soft material matching the lingerie, clinging to her arms at the biceps lazily, like a second pair of flowy shoulder straps that attached to the back, almost like the sleeves of an evening gowns dress left half undone, but were also curiously apt and fitting as a extra touch on the negligee. His eyes settled on the more than modest bust of hers, held in check by the main bodice parting over seductive curves that almost threatened to jump out at him if she leaned almost too close over him and he welcomed it.

His eyes lingered on her hair, a crown of nestled roses arcing over it almost like a hair band, holding back the parting folds of the beautiful wig, that flowed half down her back and half over her shoulder in pure platinum blonde lengths and made the eyes want to water as his gaze at last settled on her face, and he felt a rush from his past come to meet him in the minute attention to detail Kate knew he’d like. He would not have put it past her to have looked up photos of her mother in her youth to mimic the style of makeup, she’d use for more intimate affairs, her light touch of subtle eyeliner highlighting her eyes perfectly, as her skin glowed with the gentle applications of light rouge on her cheeks matching her simple red lipstick that made her look anything but, as the elaborate effects all brought together forced the rush of air from his lungs, he himself did not know he’d been holding in, as he said ... nothing.

To look at her was to know defeat after a sense, his normal wordplay and mischievous nature lost to the moment at its heart, as he admired the total effect and the effort that had gone into it, like a man handed a gift he’d never known he’d wanted to much until it had been given to him and now he knew he couldn’t live without. He was drawn back to when he’d first truly met her and how he’d coaxed her unknowingly with her brothers help through the use of their planned deception to lure her into his arms with an alarming request, which any other person would have gladly accepted out of any understandable form of fervent lust at the thought of making love to such an exotic creature or so in his mind it was how he reasoned it. Now the thought felt crystallized, like he’d helped form an entirely new human being from the remnants of the old. She was effectively more confident more willing to put herself out on the line and all he’d had to was tweak her confidence again and again with more sexual discovery, plumbing the hidden depths of her curious soul, ignited with a fresh interest to explore it with her.

He could only whisper the word “Holy...”, before he gave up and quickly made up his mind and said “no...”, watching as the emotions played out on Kate’s face a confusion of lust and longing contorting around her inability to reject her proposal before he said “I cannot betray Kate”, he said in keeping to his roleplay “as much as you would have me help you betray Robert in turn, I cannot allow myself the luxury of doing such a thing to either of them”, he said embracing his role “lord knows you ... you could be the death of me and in the same hand my only redemption Barbie”, he said eliciting the casual nickname both he and Nelly at one point had bestowed on her mother separately, Kate wondering not for the first time if it was more of a casual almost pet name they both held for her mother mutually between friends, because of her name and the obvious connection to the doll franchise, or something that shared a more intimate level of trust and affection in, all three kept secret between themselves. Kate pushed the thought aside as she leaned in close to his unresisting form, seemingly both weaker and stronger at the same time than she’d ever witnessed him to be as she purred into his ear softly “I fought these same feelings, punishing myself for not accepting my past and the future for what they were and how they should be, I could only console myself with moments of piqued lust in private hours of the day as I imagined you and how you helped convert me in no small way into the woman I am today, from your first kiss to your last goodbye, I have never and will never forget you Gideon Cane. Even in the lonely hours of the night when I feel like an outsider looking into my own body ... I still remember just the way you taste”, she said in the most earnest voice she could muster, her heart racing with every syllable she uttered, hoping that he could feel the depth of her feelings through her words as much as he felt the heat of her body pressing against his.