Chapter 14

Adam watched through the window, staring. Delilah was naked, sitting on her sofa with her thighs widely spread apart. Kneeling between them, her hands bound behind her back, was a likewise naked Britt. It was so unexpected, so out of place, that it momentarily made Adam forget about the reason he had come to Delilah’s home in the first place.

He was unsure how long he watched for — long enough to take note of how Delilah had her hand twined in Britt’s hair, directing and controlling her — but eventually Delilah happened to glance up and see him. She froze, her body going rigid. Britt must have taken it as a sign she was doing well since she seemed to double her efforts. Adam locked eyes with Delilah and they stared at each other in silence.

Delilah glanced down at the teen girl between her thighs, and bit her lip. She then looked back at Adam and shook her head at him. When he shook his head back — he wasn’t going to leave without getting some kind of help, no matter what was going on — Delilah seemed to look resigned. She mouthed at Adam to ‘stay there’, and then turned her attention back to her young employee without any trace of embarrassment.

The gorgeous older woman started to roll and rock her hips, pressing herself forward while at the same time pulling Britt in harder to her crotch. It was so wanton, so ... passionate, that Adam actually had to look away from them for a moment. Britt seemed to be enjoying going down on her boss far too much. Even through the closed door, Adam could hear the noises they were making. Whimpers. Soft pleas. Encouragement. Delilah was pressing Britt’s face tight into her sex, her muscles tensing and relaxing as the younger woman licked at her pussy.

With a soft cry and a shudder, Delilah came. Her toes curled, and she wrapped her legs around Britt’s slender body, holding the girl tightly in place. Delilah hunched and thrust her hips, lifting her behind off the sofa — trying to get as much contact between her pussy and Britt’s face as possible. Delilah let out a long and drawn out moan, holding the girl firmly in place until she finished her climax.

When she was done, Delilah slowly unentangled herself from Britt. She then stood up and then helped the girl to her feet. Delilah bent her head and kissed Britt deeply for a long moment. Then she smiled, undoing the restraints on her employee’s arms. Making sure to stand between Britt and Adam, Delilah took the girl by the hand then gently led her into the bathroom. Adam heard the shower start, and then Delilah exited, closing the door partway behind her.

Adam watched as Delilah walked towards her front door where he waited. She was still gloriously naked, and her heavy breasts swayed in time with her hips. So captivating was her form, that Adam didn’t initially notice the scowl upon her face.

Delilah opened the door silently, standing in the centre and blocking Adam from entering her home. Her voice was a subdued hiss, designed to not be overhead.

“Adam, what do you want? I know I said you could come and see me, but I didn’t expect you to be here tonight. As you can see, I have company.”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, Delilah. I didn’t know — look, it doesn’t matter. I’m not here for that.”

Adam frowned himself. He was still feeling overwrought, no matter how distracting it was to see Delilah having sex with a girl. Normally he would address something like that, but right now it wasn’t a priority. It was just an unwelcome diversion. Adam rubbed his forearm over his eyes — they felt prickly and hot.

Delilah took a step back. She looked Adam over, taking proper account of him for the first time. He was bare chested, only wearing a pair of shorts. And no shoes. Her scowl lessened, and mild alarm showed on her face.

“Adam, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Adam took a deep and shuddering breath.

“Yeah, you could say that. Something happened. I just — I think it’s bad.”

“ ... I see. Something to do with what we spoke about?”

Adam nodded wordlessly. Delilah looked at him for a long moment before letting out a frustrated sigh. She rubbed the heel of her hand on her forehead, muttering something under her breath.

“Okay. But you’ll have to wait. And not here, I don’t want Britt seeing you. Go under my house, it’s high enough to walk under. Go right to the back of the building until you reach the hill it’s built against. There’s a doorway there, dug into the hillside. Wait for me there.”

“What? Under your house? But —”

“Wait for me there. I’m not exposing Britt to you. Especially not if ... something has happened. And I can’t just kick her out straight away.”

Some of Adam’s frustration leaked out. He had run all the way here, barely thinking of anything except that he needed to find help. His voice was bitter, cutting.

“Why, do you really need to finish having your fun first?”

Delilah slapped him across the face so fast that he barely registered her moving. It wasn’t a very hard slap — perhaps so that the noise wasn’t heard by Britt.

“Keep your judgmental attitude to yourself, boy. If you want my help — and I assume you do since you’re here — then you will do as I say. Wait.”

Adam lifted a hand to his stinging cheek. He didn’t even feel angry that she had struck him. It seemed so inconsequential considering everything else.

“But I really need to talk to you now. It’s ... important.”

“I’m sure. Whatever it is, is anything going to change within the next half an hour or so? No? Then you will wait.”

Adam’s eyes widened. He hadn’t actually thought she going to go back and finish having sex. Some of his incredulity must have shown on his face, because Delilah rolled her eyes at him.

“Foolish boy. I need to take Britt back to the Retreat. I’m not going to let her walk back down that road by herself at night. She’s already going to be hurt that I’m kicking her out so soon. Now do as I say. I will be back to see to you as soon as I can.”

Adam trudged dejectedly underneath Delilah’s house. The house was raised high enough that it was essentially another floor of her home, albeit one without walls. The house was built up against the hill, the side cut away into a sheer surface, held in place with a retaining wall. There, right at the back and hidden from casual view, was a solid door fixed in place. It was so out of place that Adam’s curiosity got the better of him. He reached out to turn the handle, but was foiled by a truly massive padlock holding it shut.

Adam rattled the padlock, but it was locked shut, attached to a large deadbolt. He eyed the door.

“What the hell could she be keeping behind there?”

Above him, Adam could hear voices coming through the floorboards. He couldn’t make out what was being said, but he could make out two distinct people speaking — Delilah and Britt. The pipes set under the house rattled and shook as the shower was turned off. There was a brief period of silence, then more talking. Then Adam heard the front door open, footsteps on the stairs, and then the sound of Delilah’s ATV starting up.

Adam looked around. It was dark under Delilah’s house, and not somewhere he particularly wanted to hang around and wait.

“Forget this.”

Adam turned and walked out from under the house, up the stairs, and then tried the front door.

“Oh, come on. Why would she...”

Delilah’s front door was locked. Adam eyed it, frowning. Did she not want him in her home when she wasn’t there? Adam supposed that wasn’t too weird. Normally he would respect that, but not tonight. Tonight he was too upset to care.

Adam rattled the door again but nothing shifted. He glanced to one side and saw that the window next to her front door wasn’t fully closed. In fact, it looked close enough to ... Adam carefully popped the flyscreen on the window out, putting it to one side. He slid the window fully open. It wasn’t big enough for him to get through, but it was near enough that he could reach in and flick the latch on the front door from the inside. Adam quickly replaced the flyscreen and then let himself inside Delilah’s home.

Delilah’s house was dark, with only one small lamp going. Adam hunted for the light switch and then turned it on. He hadn’t really seen much of her house when he had been here this morning. He’d had other things on his mind. Had it really been only this morning? It seemed to Adam like it had happened in another age.

Adam padded quietly around the house, looking everything over. Everything was neat and in its place. The home didn’t really have many seperate rooms, instead it had different areas assigned to each purpose. The only closed in parts of the house was Delilah’s bedroom and the bathroom.

Feeling a bit guilty, Adam entered the bedroom. He couldn’t imagine doing something like this normally — snooping around someones home — but he was feeling ... untrusting ... at the moment. Suspicious. Adam had been so quick to take Delilah at her word this morning, and while she seemed genuine at the time, what she had told him hadn’t exactly panned out the way she had said.

Delilah’s bed was large, lushly decked out with many pillows and blankets. Adam opened her closet and peered inside. There were surprisingly few clothes hanging up — or maybe not surprising considering she mainly seemed to wear bikini’s most of the time.

There wasn’t much in Delilah’s bedroom to interest Adam, so he walked into the kitchen area. Pride of place on the counter belonged to a large dehydrator. Adam eyed it curiously. It had finished whatever cycle it had been on, and he could see tray after tray of dark and dried ... things. He didn’t recognise whatever they were. Adam only realised what they must be when he noted a closed tupperware container full of roughly chopped dark matter. When he carefully cracked the lid open, he was enveloped in the sweet and cloying floral scent that he associated with Delilah. And the cave.

For a moment, Adam felt dizzy. The room swam in his vision, fading away until he was somewhere else. Everything was dark, there were strange lights drifting eerily around him ... and then he was back.

“What the fuck? I thought that...”

Adam shook his head. So many questions, and he barely had any answers.

Without really think about the ramifications, Adam opened up the dehydrator on the kitchen countertop. The same scent enveloped him, but stronger. He didn’t have a reaction to it this time though. He picked up a piece of what he now knew to be the strange fungi that Delilah’s grandfather had harvested from the Cave walls so many years before. Was this stealing? No. If anyone had a right to it, Adam did.

Adam collected a few more and then grabbed a piece of paper towel from a roll on the wall. He carefully wrapped up his purloined samples and then placed them in his pocket. Adam then rearranged the dehydrator tray so that it didn’t look like any were missing. He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to take them, or what he was going to do with them. There was too much he didn’t know — maybe he could learn something from them.

Adam wandered around Delilah’s home some more, seeing if there was anything else worth looking at, but didn’t find anything. Either there was nothing more to see, or what remained was well hidden. When Delilah eventually returned, she found Adam sitting on her sofa.

Delilah paused, surprise at seeing Adam in her house showing in every line of her body. Her voice was slightly cold, hostile.

“I thought I told you to wait under the house. Are you in the habit of just letting yourself into people’s homes?”

Adam leant forward, his hands on his knees. He answered her honestly.

“No. Not really.”

“How did you get in? I swore I locked the door.”

Adam considered lying to her, but he just couldn’t be bothered. Subterfuge seemed so unimportant considering everything else. He had managed to tamp down his panic at what had happened to Kendra when he had first arrived, but the seemingly endless minutes while he waited for Delilah to return had reignited his agitation. His voice sounded dead, lifeless, even to him.

“You did. The window was open.”

Delilah sighed, tiredly running her fingers through her hair. She was wearing the most clothing that Adam had ever seen her in. She had an actual t-shirt on — even if it did cling to her torso and chest like she was some kind of over sexualised cartoon character — and a pair of shorts. It was strange to see her that covered up.

“You don’t sound all that good, Adam. Is it really that bad?”

Adam felt his eyes begin to prickle, stinging him. He hated it. Adam dashed his arm across his face, staring up at Delilah, trying to school his face to calmness.

“I did something awful.”

Delilah gave him a slightly wary look, but reached down and took him by the arm. She pulled him up off the sofa, and led him to the small table in the kitchen. She sat across from him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Tell me.”

Adam told Delilah everything. His voice faltered more than once, and he knew he was rambling — telling some events out of order. He initially glossed over some parts, mainly particular sex acts, but Delilah stopped him. She insisted on him telling her everything, every detail that he could remember. When he finally finished, he felt empty. Shriven. Adam gave Delilah a weak smile.

“So you see what I did. I don’t know why it didn’t work but I — I ruined everything. I ruined ... Kendra.”

Delilah let out a long breathe, rubbing at her eyes.

“Adam, you foolish boy. This is why I didn’t want you — she wasn’t bound. She wasn’t protected.”

“ ... What? But you said —”

“The first time that you had sex with young Kendra, the first time you bound her to you ... that was tonight. That was when she changed, yes?”

Adam stared, swallowing hard.

“No, that’s not right. They were both bound before — when I came to see you in the office!”

“Now I wish I had let you tell me about everything then instead of sending you on your way. I could have ... no. I suppose it doesn’t matter now. Adam, if you’ve told me everything —”

“I have.”

“— then it’s obvious what happened. You only had oral sex before with Kendra. It doesn’t count. The only one protected was Holly.”

Adam froze, thinking back. But that would mean...

“Why wouldn’t oral sex count? That doesn’t make any sense!”

“I don’t know — how would I? It’s not like I’ve ever experienced it from your side. Maybe it’s something to do with fertility, with mating. Either way, she wasn’t protected.”

“Shit. So it is my fault. I really did...”

Adam took in a shuddering breath, feeling lost. Delilah reached out and lightly flicked him on the forehead.

“Focus, Adam. I’m more interested in what happened after. I’m familiar with what you described about Kendra. About how she ... changed, seemed vacant. Intent upon sex. But you say she came out of it? That she acted normally?”

“Yeah?”

Delilah bit her lip, looking pensive. She spoke slowly, as if thinking things through.

“Then she ... might be okay.”

Hope bloomed in Adam’s chest. He had been so sure that he had done the unthinkable — that he had changed Kendra forever.

“Really? So I can undo it somehow? Tell me!”

Delilah shook her head, looking apologetic and regretful. Sympathy shone in her eyes.

“No. Nothing as redemptive as that, I fear. But everything might not be as bad as you think.”

“But if I can’t undo it ... You didn’t see her. She was acting so odd. It was like it wasn’t her!”

“That’s because it wasn’t her.”

Blood drained out of Adam’s face and he licked suddenly dry lips. So he had ruined her. If he couldn’t undo it ... Kendra was so vibrant and kind. Goofy at times, and so caring. How could he have taken that away from her?

Delilah held up a hand, looking concerned.

“Wait — don’t throw up! You’re as white as a sheet. If you’re going to be sick, at least use the sink. But calm down — it’s not as bad as it could be.”

“But you said —”

Delilah nodded.

“Yes. You changed her. You did exactly what I feared you would do when I first found out about you. But, all things considered ... it could have been a lot worse.”

Adam clutched at his hair. It felt like they were going around in circles.

“How could it be any worse? What does it mean? Tell me — please.”

“Well, if you truly have told me everything, what seems to have happened is that you have instilled a definite submissive trait within the girl towards you. A ... need to have sex with you. But what we have to focus on is that she managed to shake it off, to return to herself. That is extremely encouraging. Almost miraculous considering what I know of your power.”

Adam rubbed at his face. He dared to hope.

“So she’ll be alright?”

Delilah shrugged.

“Who can truly say? But if I had to make a wager ... yes. Probably.”

“Fuck. I — I was so worried...”

Delilah gave him an empathetic look. She got up and opened up a cabinet, pulling out a bottle of bourbon. She poured herself a glass, forgoing ice or any mixer. She tossed it back and then topped up her glass. She hesitated a moment and then got Adam a drink as well, sliding it over to him.