Oil of Roses: With a Fiery Sword
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Reader
Chapter 10: Sunday, March 4, 2007
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 10: Sunday, March 4, 2007 - The fourth volume of my ongoing BDSM soap opera. I advise starting at the beginning.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including BDSM
Jason
“Do you know what time it is here?” he growled.
“Apologies ... it’s ... uh ... shit ... it’s 8:30-ish?”
“On a Sunday morning, Step-mother.”
He motioned to Lahua and when he came over, Jason whispered, “Coffee.”
He sat up on the edge of the bed.
“What do you imagine I did last night, Step-mother? Was I in bed early with a good book, or maybe going to bed early ‘cause I have church this morning?”
“No Sir, you were fucking...”
“And being fucked. Until 5 AM our time...”
“Oh Sir, I am so sorry...”
“Well, you’ve already woken me up and made me angry ... what can I do for you?”
Puanani crawled out of bed and went to her knees.
Jason mouthed ‘Bethany’ and pointed at his cock.
“Jason...”
“Kelly...”
“I want permission to come there, wherever there is.”
“Margo will lose her shit, totally and completely...”
“Possibly, depending on her drug regimen ... she might just drool...”
“Nah, at some point, she’ll start biting people and blame it on me. Why? I thought you ran off to paradise.”
“I’m lonely ... I need ... I need to be topped, and there’s no one here to do that ... I’m ... Twilla’s doing her best but...”
“You need to be topped.”
“Yes ... Sir.”
“Fine. Call Grandmother and have her ship your slut ass here.”
“Son ... thank you,” Kelly sobbed.
“No problem, step-mommy. Now, call Grandmother.”
He hung up and said, “Alma, you out there?”
The barely-developing 14 year old scurried in and knelt.
“Get my spouses and concubines in here ... hell, get Kari as well. Now.”
As she ran out the door, a barely-awake Bethany stumbled in, Puanani behind her.
“Wrap your disgusting whore lips around my prick and take what you’re given,” Jason said, leaning back.
Bethany had taken what she was given, and then fellated him to an orgasm in front of his spouses by the time Kari arrived.
“What the hell, little brother? I thought you’d be sleeping in.”
“I thought so, too, but our slut of a step-mother decided otherwise. And even with this,” he motioned with his empty coffee cup, “I plan on being asleep again within the hour.”
“What did mommy-whore want?” Donna said.
“To come here...” Jason raised his hands, “I know, I know ... it’s going to be an even bigger shitstorm than we already have with Margo. While I might care about that more once I’ve gotten more sleep, it’s gonna be what it’s gonna be.
“But I wanted to let you all know ... aaaand it occurs to me I could have done that better later in the day ... I’m sorry ... I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s okay, love,” Yan said. “How soon?”
“As soon as Grandmother can manage it, I imagine. Kelly sounds like she’s in really bad shape.”
“Flight time ... call it seventeen hours,” Yan mused. “If there’s a jet on Molokai – and there generally is – and if it’s available ... twenty-two hours in total, to and from airports, in the air.”
“So, 7 AM tomorrow, more or less, Kelly and Twilla arrive. Is Denise’s room big enough for her and the two of them?” Donna asked.
“You really want that step-mommy pussy that close?” Yan said.
“I want that step-mommy pussy that close to our husband ... she’s gonna be our three-hole poster girl.”
“She’s still a little angry about the whole ‘prima nocte’ thing,” Jason said, rubbing his hair.
“Li’l bro,” Kari said, “I think she’s a lot more than a ‘little angry’...”
“Do we need to talk about this, sister-wife?” Abby said.
“No, dear,” Donna said. “Nothing to say, really. I want that slut popping out our babies so regularly she never returns to the Grimes.”
“Donna...” Yan said.
“Don’t you dare ‘Donna’ me, Yan. Don’t you ever! Susan and I talked about this. I don’t have ‘post-fun-evening-with-family’ trauma – I have post-sexual-assault trauma. Abby, what about you?”
“Donna ... I ... I don’t feel comfortable...”
“This has gone on long enough,” Jason said. “Everyone, stop.”
“Husband,” Abby said, “I ... empathize ... with Donna.”
“Kelly’s gone through her own trauma,” Jason said. “Maybe we should all step back...”
“Husband,” Donna said, “I’m more than willing to do what we can to accommodate that trauma, but when she’s in a better place emotionally, I want your sperm painting her insides for the rest of her life.”
“Bro...” Kari said, “if you ... if you want her trained ... I have some skill in that area.”
“Lemme think about it ... but right now, I wanna go back to sleep. I’m heading for the master bedroom, anybody who wants to come is welcome.”
He was in a puppy pile of people on the floor of the master bedroom. He was warm and comfortable ... and awake.
“You’re not asleep,” a sleepy voice said.
“Neither are you,” Jason said, trying to figure out who was talking.
Kari stuck her head up near the fringe of the pile.
“Are you ever a kid?” she murmured.
“Dunno why everybody asks me something like that.”
“Because you’re not very ... fifteen-year-old-guy...”
“And I get told something like that pretty often.”
He felt Lizzy take his cock into her mouth, gently sucking on it.
“As you know, I had a weird upbringing.”
“Jason, I was raised to take over a Shadow House where our stock is - and has been - selling at record rates. Our calculations are at least a third of them are being bought to be murdered, probably after torture and multiple rapes.
“I was a lot more like a fifteen-year-old-girl than you are a fifteen-year-old guy.”
“I think my fifteen-year-old-guy is in here ... it’s just ... I didn’t have much time for him before all this,” he said, waving an arm around, “began. I don’t have the time for him too often now. I ... what did Susan call it? I don’t have the emotional bandwidth.”
“That’s something we need to work on, bro. Let that slut get you off, and go the hell to sleep.”
“Okay, Sis. Thank you.”
“And my thanks to all of you.”
“Will you two please, for the love of all that’s holy,” Yan said, “shut the fuck up?”
Donna
“She’s going to be dead on her feet even if she does sleep on the way. Trust me, I know. The big bed we had pulled out of the master bedroom won’t fit in here, will it?”
Emilio Santini rubbed the back of his neck.
“No, Milady. Not even with a crowbar. It’s Sunday ... I can send someone to Sanchesse in town, see if he can has one in stock, but his store isn’t open...”
“Apologize to Signor Sanchesse and his family, pay twice what he asks and do it with a smile.”
“Yes Milady. I can’t believe every bed here is occupied, with that one exception – I glanced at the records and I don’t think that’s ever happened before.”
“We are a horde of people, Signor Santini. And the extra guests and extra staff haven’t helped.”
She looked around as Kari stumbled in.
“Coffee.”
“Right away. Giada!”
“Si, Milady, I am on it.”
“He’s still asleep?” Donna said.
“Yeah ... pretty sure he only woke up enough to piss down Lizzy’s throat, and crashed back out.”
“5 AM ... Puanani and Lahua?”
“Yeah ... I find his ease with male-on-male sex ... refreshing.”
“Oh, Kari, you should have been around for the agonizing over whether a possible rejection of the boys would scar them...”
“He’s a good kid. You’re raising a good man, Donna.”
“Some days it doesn’t take much training at all. For that at least we can thank his Mom.”
“It occurs to me, Donna, that this constellation needs, and is will soon very-much-need, a therapist or therapists.”
“Yeah ... we’ve been too preoccupied since Susan had to go home ... I’ll call Grandmother later today, have her find us some.”
“Don’t want to use local talent? Wait, no, you wouldn’t. Possible language barriers and definite lifestyle issues.”
“Yeah ... which means we’re going to bother Signor Sanchesse for more beds sooner rather than later ... or ... you know, we have enough of everything to make sleeping on the floor ... well, comfortable enough.”
Kari
“‘Llita, how much?”
“Excuse me, Mistress?”
Kari said, “How much? How much to come work for me? Not as a slave, as my head chef?”
“Mistress...”
“How much are you offering?” Donna said. “‘Cause whatever it is we’ll match, and we stand ready to marry her, make her our wife.”
“This...” Estrellita said, “this is making me very uncomfortable, Mistress, Milady.”
“All right, ‘Llita,” Donna said, shooting Kari a warning look, “we’ll behave.”
After Estrellita was back in the kitchen, Kari murmured, “You know what you have, don’t you?”
“Yes ... even Grandmother was impressed with her, and that takes a lot. And when you’re in residence with or near us, you can enjoy her talents. But otherwise, hands off.”
“Okay... ‘Llita!”
Estrellita stuck her head around the door.
“Yes, Mistress?”
“My apologies, ‘Llita. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Back to work then,” Kari said.
Estrellita nodded with a quick “Yes Mistress”, before disappearing once more.
“You’d really marry one of your slaves?” Kari said in a low voice.
“Yes ... remember the difference in our views,” Donna said.
“I am trying...”
“Yes you are, and we appreciate it.”
“So, I need to talk with you ... about your ... hatred?”
“Of Step-Mommy Kelly?”
“Yes.”
“Kari ... she raped us. Now, I imagine you’re emotionally mature enough to recognize that we, in one sense, enjoyed that night ... and we were raped nonetheless.”
“Yeah ... more from Kelly’s side than you might be comfortable with, but also from your side as well.”
“From Kelly’s side?”
“Yes. If Jason was a Dom he would have kicked her out on her ass, or turned the tables on her, thrown her down on her face, and fucked her in the ass ... and then thrown her out.
“He didn’t do any of that. Your Master didn’t protect you.”
“But...”
“Donna, it was power before it was lust, and when faced with that power, Jason rolled over and showed his throat.”
“He didn’t know any better!”
“A panther wouldn’t give a shit and neither did a predatory Kelly. I’m not saying it was right – Kelly should have known better. She was playing with dynamite, and dynamite blows up. Yes, she raped the three of you. She should be punished – and from what I’ve heard, she has been.
“But a beautiful woman walked into your bedroom, made a move, and your Master said ‘yes, please’.”
Kari watched Donna’s lips tighten, her eyes closed.
“I need to get Jason in here...” Donna said.
“Perhaps somewhere a bit more private, and after he gets some food in him,” Kari said.
Jason
“Okay...” Jason said, leaning back against Denise on her bed, facing Donna, Abby, Yan, Magda, Lori, and Kari. “Shit ... I totally failed the two of you”
“Yeah...” Donna said. “Like Kari told us, Kelly was playing with dynamite, and it blew up all over us.”
“And the cost,” Kari said. “A potential Domme was lost in Kelly – from what you’ve told me, she’ll probably never pick up the leash again. The three of you were violated. That violation provides ample blackmail material against Chorale – and don’t think nobody is planning to use it. If they do, your ... whatever this constellation becomes, is threatened as well.
“However, let wise sister Kari give you another option.”
“Which is?” Jason said.
“Everybody moves on. If anyone ever tries to blackmail Chorale, they go public, maintain it was a House matter in the first place and really nobody else’s business. Develop the skill of absolutely not giving a fuck, period, end of statement. It’s a very Dominant attitude, throwing the ball back in their face and walking away. Then, they ... and you ... move forward.
“And about that, Donna, Abby...”
“Oh, I don’t think so...” Donna replied.
Jason could see the snarl behind her eyes.
“Kari...” he began.
“No, little brother. No. I would never ask Donna and Abby to forgive and forget. All of you do need to air out all these feelings between the four of you, and find a way to work together. She’s carrying your child – hell, all three of your child – and it sounds like this is the only place she has left to go.”
“If you don’t tell them, I will, Donna,” Abby said.
“Shit...” Donna said, sighing. “Okay.
“Abby already had a ‘come to Jesus’ talk with me about this. And she made some good points. None of the vengeance we’ve exacted on Kelly has me feel any better ... well, better in the long term. In the moments, it’s been great, but it doesn’t last. My hate just gobbles it all up and wants more.
“She’s made another good point.”
Donna didn’t try to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
“I don’t want to be that person.”
Harry
“Goddamn it...”
“Dad, I am so sorry-”
“No son, that wasn’t aimed at you. I understand completely why she’s coming to you, and we applaud her decision. She needs family and it can’t be us for the time being.
“The blackmail issue is something I’d put on my mental back burner and really planned never to revisit unless it became necessary. I like Kari’s idea.
“And don’t apologize again. None of this is on you. I’ll get those of us that are left around a table, discuss possibilities. But ... it occurs to me that keeping Kelly out of sight ... totally out of sight ... might be a good idea. If anyone knows she’s coming to you, and wants to be an asshole, well ... Italy has sexual assault laws too ... even if, under their laws, you and Donna are of the age of consent.”
“But if Grandmother hushed it up...”
“I figure if someone wants to use Kelly to hurt you and us, it’s going to be a very big splash, and very hard to hush up.”
“Okay, so I need to call Grandmother too.”
“No, son, let me make that call. You go do something fun, don’t worry about this anymore.”
“How’s Mother Margo doing?”
Harry didn’t have an answer, and let the silence go on for too long.
“Dad...”
“It is what it is, it will be what it will be. In the meantime, I have Carol, Dommi, and a passel of concubines to help me run things in her absence ... plus Radhika’s always available by phone.
“On the bright side of things,” Harry said, “tomorrow, after a visit to the doctor, I am clear to have sex.”
“Okay, before we got involved with y’all, I couldn’t imagine ever having sex, but now, a month without sex? With this bunch of perverts around me?
“Ow!”
“Who tagged you?”
“Donna ... shit, that hurt!”
Harry heard her “You deserved it!” over the phone.
“Son, sounds like you’re going to be making some apologies...”
“Fuckin’ A right!” Yan said.
“Yeah, Dad, gonna be pure torture here for the rest of the day. I’ll let you get back to what you were doing...”