Chapter 27: Of Worth and Devils - Pt.2 of 4

She’d donned a bathroom robe in a beautiful crimson red she’d found tucked away in the portion of the separated closet space, alongside a deep ocean blue one, he’d already dedicated to her for when they’d felt comfortable enough to move in together and share a single apartment, as a living space. She began the roleplay he’d explained would be a mere preview of their lives as a couple pretending to clean a random dish in the otherwise empty washing sink, still wearing her wig, with her back turned to everything and everyone else in the room. The moment she felt his hands wrapping around her waist heading towards her crotch as he slid in behind her, also felt his erection dip under and then hook itself beneath the hemline of the soft material of her robe, eliciting a look of surprise on her face which she immediately fought back with a smirk, she knew it was coming and had been waiting for it, but it still amazed her even after the admission of his tender ages physical limits just how convincing his libido could be otherwise. He leaned in close, whispering darkly, “I think we have maybe twenty minutes before Perry gets here with Aisha”, he said as part of the agreed upon roleplay that played into their possible lives set in the not too distant future as they both hoped they would as a natural couple “and you know what I wanna do before they get here, just so we have the option of throwing it in their faces later on, like the degenerates we secretly are or maybe not”, he said with a lust filled smile she didn’t need to see to confirm was practically painted on his lips “maybe we keep it a dirty secret and we let them guess, let them wonder how we keep the relationship fresh and wholly undignified with debauchery...”, he began to finger her through her robe, rubbing her clit lightly as she moaned into his arm still wrapped around her tightly, framing and practically squeezing her breasts together as she leaned back into his embrace. “ ... after debauchery ... after debauchery”, he moaned into her ear with an airy tone that made her whimper in anticipation as she squeezed her lips tightly shut trying to keep the noise down as she felt herself getting wetter by the second.

“You know how we can start?”, he said, whispering in her ear, knowing the rest of the roleplay would be up to them dictate as they went along, as she said with a shaky voice “I’m all ears”, her own body quivering from his touch. “Put it this way”, he purred “this entire room could be your “splash zone” if you want it to be”, he said as he kissed her cheek, her neck, dipping his head over her shoulder as he pulled back slightly on her robe there and kissed the bare skin beneath it, sending tingles down her spine as his hands moved up to her chest squeezing her breasts through the material, as her hands reached to undue and pull off the robe itself before his own stopped her. “Don’t rush art my dear, these are just the opening strokes, I want you to feel like a master is about to paint you with colours you’ve never even dreamed could grace this body in, in it’s all its wondrous beauty”, he said, his voice thick with lust and passion as Kate felt a thrill of excitement at his words. “Let me dream a dream of you Kate, in all it’s perfect form, and you decide if you’ve had enough or you want more afterwards, no promises I’ll be gentle, only that I’ll give you everything and if you desire, more than your little heart could ever imagine passing through those delicious creamy thighs of yours”, he said as he knelt slightly, allowing his swollen erection to slip between her legs and past her sensitive lips, still slightly puffy from before, at it rose from between her legs, the huge bulge of its head prodding her stomach aching to dip into the shallow depression of her navel, to her surprised, bordering on shocked expression before she whispered “deal”.

Not wasting a moment he turned her around and cleanly lifted her up to the kitchen counter in one clean motion to her surprise, as he leaned in close to her whispering in a lustful tone “tell me are all angels, blonde bombshells wearing red lipstick and lingerie? If not I don’t want to go to whatever afterlife that doesn’t have you in it”, he said with palpable ease and confidence as he began to kiss her neck, his teeth nibbling on the soft flesh before his tongue danced back down to her collarbone, his hands holding her thighs apart, one of which began to trace the edge of the robe as it laid open. His touch was tender and feather light as he drew the fabric away from her sex, his eyes dark with hunger as they took in the sight of her wet and waiting for him. Kate could only manage to let out a breathy “Cane...” as he smirked up at her, his eyes gleaming with excitement, before he invited himself into her body without another word, the full length of his passion rocking back and forth on her hips as she braced herself against the kitchen wooden cupboards around her and the smooth and filling motions of his hips, as he practically climbed into her body like a man wasting no time and no effort to bring her to her bliss.

This was not like before, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to help herself this time or that he would abide by the use of their safe word, as she moaned at the ceiling, her breathe stolen with every thrust, every random kiss, every moment spent in his insatiable lust, as he parted the lining of her bathrobe just enough to expose her chest, but not allow it to fall gracelessly from her body as it rippled around her, the softness of the material only adding to the friction and the heat of their love making, as he took one of her breasts into his mouth, suckling it as his hand found its twin to give it the same love and attention as he had done before, her nipples standing to attention and begging for his teeth to graze against them gently, as his tongue flicked against them.

Her hands found his hair, tangling in it as she held him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper into her, the sensation of his shaft sliding in and out of her sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her moans growing louder despite her efforts to keep them in check. Cane knew exactly what she needed, and his hands moved down to her hips, his grip tightening as he thrust into her with more urgency, his own passion reaching a crescendo as he felt her body begin to tense around him. He lifted her cleanly off the counter, at the same time she tightened her legs around his waist, carefully turning a full one-hundred and eighty degrees before he took a few steps to settling he set her down on the kitchen table to her surprise and delight, her eyes never leaving his, as she leaned back, inviting him to explore her body as the cresting curves of her breasts, large and inviting, barely flattening as she lay back due to gravity, their natural weight pressing down on her chest as she felt him lean in, kissing her belly button, her skin quivering under his lips as his tongue danced around it. He left a trail of light kisses up her to her chest, never once fully untying her bathrobe the soft material rustling against his skin as he leaned over her saying “this might sound hilarious”, be began as he continued to kiss his way up her neck, “I know it feels like that to me just a little bit”, he admitted as Kate let him continue the gentle feel of his lips and the brush of his stubble against her skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her in anticipation for what she knew was only the tip of what was to come, as he began rubbing first the bulbous head of his penis then it’s length through the softly parting lips of her sex, never penetrating her, but making her crave it as if she was starving for his touch. “What might sound funny Cane?”, she asked in a voice that was half a question and half a whimper as she felt him tease her once more before he whispered “that this moment with you, this shared intimacy I thought I’d lost with the only woman I thought I would ever love so deeply as I do now with you, makes me believe I can be stronger than what my history lets me believe is true, I’ve never felt you were unable to help me get through it, through the way to you look at me, touch me, act around me, I feel it in every nerve you bring alive within me and seeing you here, as a preview of sorts of what my future can and will be with your hand in it, it makes be believe I can do more if you’re willing to put up with me one more time”, he said with a smile at the end, his expression unsure but determined to show her his vulnerability would not get the best of him or them.

“In short Kate if you’re willing I’d like to try your roleplay again before this night is over”, he said finally.

Her eyes searched his for any sign of doubt or uncertainty, but all she found was a burning desire that mirrored her own, the kind of desire that could only be quenched by the very act of their love making. “Are you sure?”, she asked him with a hint of concern, “I don’t want to push you into anything that would make you uncomfortable, Cane”, she said, her voice softer than the whisper of a feather as he slowly “In short, yes. I know it won’t be easy; my reason for hesitation is ... is not easy to explain. I understand intellectually that it’s just a roleplay and no harm can come from it, but at the same time, emotionally I know how simple paranoia can fester and wound a relationship beyond repair if allowed to grow from a simple act. I was essentially afraid that because of how you well you fulfilled the role as your mother and in such a unique position you portrayed her in that you’d inadvertently begin to form doubt about our relationship and it ... it made me put up a wall I would rather not have between us. My hesitation is my own, seeded in my need to remove all doubt that there isn’t any single or collective power on this earth that could deter me from making the right choice each and every time when it concerns you. It felt right to say no before, but I feel foolish now, knowing my future, the only one I want to get to know and live is with you, knowing no fantasy could compare, no possible moment of betrayal could exist in it, in any form, that I feel I need to spare you from some real or perceived threat of infidelity”, he said, feeling suddenly exhausted, as he pulled up a chair from under the kitchen table and took a seat.

“I know your past Cane, I know you’ve suffered, but I’ve seen the man you are today, and that’s the man I love”, Kate said as she slid off the table to sit on his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist as she cradled his face in her hands. She knew it was a delicate subject, but she also knew that they had to face it head-on if they were to move forward, she knew that the only way to conquer fear was to confront it and she wasn’t going to let his past dictate their future, not if she had any say in the matter. “I trust you, I trust us, and I know that together we can conquer anything, even if it’s just a roleplay that became too real for a moment to accept casually out of hand”, she whispered, her eyes shining with love and determination. He looked into her eyes, seeing the conviction in them and felt the last of his fears melt away like snow in spring. “What do you need me to do?” he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion as he felt her warmth envelop him like a blanket.

He laid back on the bed, waiting as she made her entrance this time from the main door leading into the kitchen area, as he lay with his eyes closed as if naturally asleep. He was primed now, his character unimpeachable, his resolve to break this girl, invoking the spirit and eerily uncanny appearance of her mother in her youth now free to be explored as vividly and graphically as he wanted to, as she stepped into the darkness of his unlit room. Her form gliding almost soundlessly on the carpeted floor after closing the door gently behind her, her lingerie and only that fitting her like a second skin as she slowly tested her weight carefully on the mattress, straddling his waist once more as she whispered “Cane ... Cane ... wake up, your past is here to haunt you, but in a good way”, she said with a giggle that was barely audible, as she began to kiss his chest, her hand reaching down to trace the outline of his manhood that was already erect and waiting for her as if by instinct. He felt the heat of her hand as it wrapped around his shaft, stroking him gently, her nails digging into his skin just hard enough to make him moan into the pillow beneath his head, his eyes snapping open to see Kate’s smiling face looking down at him. “What? Barbara, how’d you get in here? Where’s Kate?”, he said with a convincingly demonstration of sleep addled alarm as he turned on his night table lamp illuminating her alluring form against its soft brilliance as she said “Kate’s at uni silly, she has been for awhile and now I have you all to myself”, she whispered against his chest with a twirling finger massaging a small circle at its center as she added “and for how I got here, that sweet girl felt I should hold onto her key to the apartment, you gave her”, she said, her voice a mix of sweet innocence and something darker, something that made him quiver in anticipation. “I hope such naivety on her part doesn’t make you think any less of her, my dear “Ken Doll” she said using the name her mother had reserved for Cane in their relationship, which when he’d first told her had provoked an expression he knew meant she was fit to burst in laughter, even after he clearly explained it was in relation to his chosen name for her as “Barbie”, her only follow up question was if she could see a picture of him in his youth, when he asked why with a modicum of reasonable suspicion she just said “no reason”, with a innocent if deceptive smile filled with too many teeth and exposed gums to be anything but as she added “I’m just betting you looked cute as a blonde before you became a “grey fox” is all, “Ken”, she said with a childish, almost insupportable tone as she began discretely looking around her eyes drawn to the framed memories of his visits to different parts of the world he travelled to in his youth, as he almost raced for a singular framed picture in particular, knowing she’d spotted it already, as she moved with the grace and speed he wouldn’t have believed she possessed so readily, feeling like he was watching an alligator or crocodile suddenly snap out of its ambush position for its certain prey it knew had no way of expecting it’s unnatural agility. The tears and laughter that followed made him almost want to shut himself in his room like some kind of angsty teenager, but instead he simply crouched beside her, as she sat against the wall, she’d all but collapsed against, once her “prey” was firmly in her grasp.

Her only intelligible words between her helpless giggles that she couldn’t help from exploding into cackles of almost vicious laughter were “aw, cute” and “summer beach house”, as finally she let up, realizing there was a time and place for everything as he simply stared at her with love in his eyes and a gentle smile on his lips before he said “be certain I’ll let your mother know of my sincere interest in your “baby pictures”, as it were and all the tales she probably have in store and how naturally embarrassing they’ll be when repeated from the perspective only a mother can achieve and unabashedly tell everyone and anyone who shows a sincere interest, along with any other shall we say “interesting” family photos she might want to share with me about her “little girl” and anything she might find I may need to know about her, including diapers, rashes, every kind of potentially embarrassing clothing you’ve ever worn that she’s captured on camera along with any personal moments you thought she didn’t capture on film that will only make the experience all the more “unforgettable”, he said knowing Kate probably had her own fair share of embarrassing childhood moments her mother would not doubt love to expose, not out of any malicious intent but a natural need to celebrate the girl that became the woman that was Kate now, despite how many naturally embarrassing hang-ups she might feel that might bring up over the course of such a natural human exchange.

By the way Kate’s face almost blanched followed by her sudden outburst of “you wouldn’t dare”, half jokingly as Cane slowly withdrew, standing as his hand went for his Smartphone as he began to type on the touch screen saying outloud as he wrote “Barbara, if you wouldn’t mind me asking this, would it be too much to have you recall with say scrapbooks and personal retellings, much of Kate’s past I feel silly for not knowing as much of, I’m sure she’ll appreciate me showing such an interest in the girl you undoubtedly raised to become the fine woman she is now and forever will be, love Cane”, he said with a finality that belied none of the emotional vulnerability he’d shown before.

His only words through an effectively crooked smile were “ask yourself “punk” do you feel lucky”, he said in his intentionally worst Clint Eastwood impression ever, as he held his thumb hovering over the “send” button as Kate looked at him with a mix of horror and amusement. She knew her mother had quite the collection of embarrassing moments and the idea of Cane seeing any of them was both thrilling and terrifying, “you don’t have to yell uncle my dear, only admit that there are certain truths that should be afforded a level of care, like say why you still won’t tell me why your streetware says “incredibly punk and creative” about it whilst your shall we say “interior ware” says “I love pretty pony”, he said with only just a hint of a smile, she knew he was holding back from the broadest grin she would ever likely see on him, wishing he’d forgotten the two times at least that he witnessed her with said themed underwear, as she stood up and casually placed the framed picture on the table and said “touché, good game old man”, she said only slightly teasingly before she asked him “now delete the message before you even think of...”, but she never finished her sentence as he said “I could never live with myself if I allowed your mother to be the catalyst for your head suddenly exploding as a result of the personal embarrassment, she would cause you inadvertently as a result of her sincere need to celebrate her daughter through her treasure trove of captured memories”, he said with a knowing smile “at least not the first time, the second will probably be on you and nothing I could inspire”, he said with a warm hearted chuckle as he leaned in and kissed her forehead with affection before he looked into her eyes with a deep-seated need to just be around her and have her every need met as he said “so if were done with our well earned “guffaws”, he said with exaggerated inflection “I think the most beautiful and talented woman in the world that I know of promised to ravage me in a role all her own, as she expressed her love me in a way I had never felt before”, he said with a warm, natural affection riding on his earthy tones that washed away any of the playfulness from before. Kate felt a warmth spread through her, knowing that no matter how much they teased each other, their love remained steadfast and true, unshakeable by any past or future insecurities or fears. She took a deep breath, ready to embrace the next act of their play, the anticipation in her eyes matching the passion in her heart as she whispered “yes, I did and I will”, she said with a smile that was both sweet and filled with a promise of things to come.

She looked down at him, noses almost touching as she embodied the spitting image and spirit of her mother in her youth, captured in every facet ranging from her choice of lingerie to her makeup, the wig and even the choice of perfume she wore, as he simply said “whatever we had Barbie you know you can’t just take away what me and Kate have with this”, he said indicating to her current intentions “to fulfill a need you want me to share with you again, that you must know I can’t reciprocate”, he said with a flare of honest emotion in his words as he gave voice to his thoughts, taking to his role of a trusted and loving partner as Kate took to hers as her imaginary adulterous and seductive mother about to remove all doubt form Cane’s mind that he needed to embrace his new future with Barbara in it, as his one and only true love, instead of her daughter. The roleplay filled her with both excitement and a strange sense of trepidation as she knew that this was something her mother would never do, never could do and never would have allowed herself to do even in a hypothetical sense, the love between them was too strong to even conceive of such a thing, even if it was just a game to explore the depths of their own love and trust.

Her eyes searched his as she leaned in and whispered “but what if I want to give it to you, Ken, what if I need you to have it, for us to have it, what if it’s the only way we can truly be happy”, her words a blend of the past and present, the innocence of her mother’s love for him wrapped in the seductive guise of Kate’s own desire for Cane. She watched his resolve waver by the uncertainty in his expression “to what end?”, he asked simply “you know me and you know I’d never be able to show my face to Kate again and that neither would you, we’d both be stuck with our lot, forced to live with the results of our actions and then there’s Robert to consider and Perry, would you really betray both of them, and everyone’s trust by allowing yourself to indulge a piece of your past?”, he said trying to implore to her better senses.

“You know if you succeeded in convincing me in joining you, it would mean something permanent, you know it always does with me, which is why you have to have to consider, if you do this, you are quite literally razing everything you’ve believed to be honest and true about yourself in the time since we’ve been apart, don’t tell me this is no small thing or rather if it is, convince me without words”, he said laying it out for her, fulfilling his role with a level of commitment and realism Kate hadn’t quite anticipated but found incredibly arousing. She took a step back, the seductress within her mother’s form that she was embodying taking a moment to reassess the situation, her mind racing with thoughts of how to proceed. She knew he was right, that their love was a bond that went beyond the physical and she didn’t want to break it, she wanted to test it, to stretch it like taffy, to see how far they could go without it snapping.

She lightly padded across the bed on all fours, sidling up to Cane, her plan already decided as she made no untoward attempt to convince him physically with something as simple as swaying him with a more physical type of coercion they both knew would be easy, and in no way as satisfying as breaking down his emotional responses first. Nose budding in his cheek as she lay half on top of him and half on the bed beside him like close lovers she asked “and if I leave right now, and never return to your bed, you’d be satisfied with treating this as a simple lapse of judgement?”, she purred, both of them knowing she had no intention of doing any such thing, “you’d never mention it to Kate and afford me a level of forgiveness that would allow us to continue our friendship with her and Robert and Perry as if nothing ever happened? Knowing full well we almost crossed lines we could never come back from?”, she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that was almost lost in the quiet of the room, the tension thick as a fog as she watched his expression closely. “It is in my nature to extend forgiveness over blame more easily than others would, you know that and I imagine you’ve always appreciated that about my character, but that’s not what your really asking, is it?”, he said.

“No”, she said simply “My ask is this, could you ever really know or more precisely could you ever really live without knowing what it felt like one more time what embracing your first love felt like, unfettered and ignoble, unwilling to retreat from the level of your affections you know you always wanted to show me and maybe even Kate if she knew where to look for them”, she said with a sinister smile that seemed to inspire a deep-seated cunning in her voice as she finished “or you could live your happy life with my daughter and let the thought fester and wound you and in time her when you finally decided to tell her, how her own mother ineffectively tried to charm you and see where the dominoes fell. On the one hand I’d be potentially scandalized and I’d attack your character, claiming it was you who wanted to meet me for a midnight rendezvous, with Kate at university, taking the perfect moment to lure me in, and try and convince me it was in my best interests to submit to your will or you’d claim something similar in your own defence, that it was actually me, Kate’s happily married mother, who although showing no outward signs of previous attraction to you suddenly decided in some obscene gesture of clandestine adultery that she needed to ... how to the kids say it “jump your bones” for no reason at all, except a sudden flight of fancy. With no proof and no way to back your story except for a few weeks worth of emotional support you could accredit yourself with, compared to the lifetime of love and care and nurturing I’ve given her, along with all the well placed motherly advice I’ve given her about being careful with you. About taking her time with you above all else to avoid unwanted and unexpected emotional pain, as can come from such a complicated relationship, which draws its past in the very same mother who in her youth developed a possessive attitude you are now claiming you don’t have over her. As you see this as your second and only chance to take something back from your past you are still so vulnerable to”, she added with a crooked smile, so jagged it could have cut his heart in two with its fangs, perceived and real alone.

He felt the weight of her words, the gravity of the situation they were in, not because of the potential repercussions of their actions but because of the truth that lay beneath them. He knew she was right; that he would always wonder what could have been if he had never left Barbara, if he had never allowed Kate to become a part of his life. He knew that the love he had for Kate was something different, something more pure and less complicated, but he also knew that the love he had for Barbara was like a shadow that never truly disappeared, it was always there, lingering at the edge of his thoughts, haunting him like a ghost from his past.

“So the only decisions I have left are capitulate or only make it easier for you by simply trying to resist, is that what your offering?”, he asked numbly finding the ironic twist in the roleplay suddenly reflecting on his secreted actions in both raping Kate and her mother against their will and knowledge suddenly both delicious and curiously apt in this moment.

“Or perhaps I could just leave, and let the whispers of doubt linger between us forever, a silent third in my marriage, a spectre haunting every tender moment we share, a shadow of doubt that no amount of love or time could ever truly dispel until you can’t take anymore and it’s you requesting a secret tryst, not me my love”, Kate said as Barbara with a mix of seduction and mock sadness, her eyes never leaving his as she laid out the stark reality of their situation, her voice a symphony of her gleaming present desires.

Cane seemed to consider this before he said “A fate worse than death, split between two women, two opposites who both think they rule my soul completely, yet neither do, I could think of worse fates, but not surprisingly at this moment and not as one of them stares at me in the face, with a glint in her eye that looks like it could saw a can in half with a blink”, he said solemnly before he added in defeat “what ... would you have me do? Although I stress you never leave a mark on me lest it allow Kate to suspect it doesn’t come from her lovemaking but from yours”, he said, realizing how it sounded both ridiculous and curiously accurate as Kate embodied her mother, gleaming a rare double perspective, on how far she could go as Barbara without attracting “Kate’s” attention to their secret activities within the confines of the roleplay.

“I relish your ability to recognize my Kate’s particularly perceptive intuition”, she said with nothing less than a self satisfied and confident smile, “it no doubt inspires her, her art and her love life, but don’t worry, I can work around it. If I couldn’t...”, she said with a long airy pause as she sidled closer to cane, faces touching cheek to cheek, her head dipping over his should as she lay across him whispering “ ... I would have never had the courage or necessary ambition to come here and act on my feelings for you “Ken” otherwise. Just be thankful I do and that I know how my daughter thinks and acts and how to worm my way around her ... to you”, she said as she raised herself to meet him eye to eye and “booped” him on the nose lightly with the tip of her index finger, he noticed how her nails were painted a matching red to her lipstick but were neither exaggerated claws as some women chose to wear them or neglected. Their natural curves never looking like they were more of a hindrance than anything else but still also manicured and showed a genuine interest in their care, like all aspects of how she presented herself that Cane adored about Kate. “So we have an understanding, I do this, and neither of us let on to Kate in any way what we’re doing, you’ll restrain yourself outside this room. Outside this setting you may never visit me like this when she’s here, knowing full well it could become more complicated, especially when we eventually decide as I hope we do t in the near future, to live together, making it all the more impossible to maintain these ... moments of indulgence”, he said clearly, looking her right back in the eyes with a steady look of concentration for confirmation in her own.