Chapter 4: Welcome Home

It’s dark and I can’t see much. There’s a large house at the end of the long driveway. It sits up on a small hill. There are lights on. It looks like someone is home. The driver parked under a portico by the front door and hurried around to get the door for us. I picked up the little bundle of clothing which consists of my little black dress and my panties and tried to look graceful as I got out. He tried very hard to look away as I climbed out of the car. He’s blushing. His cheeks are as red as I know mine were when Rene undressed me on stage this evening. I patted his cheek and said, “It’s okay. You can look. I like to have handsome men see me naked.”

He smiled and replied, “You are, indeed, very beautiful and very sexy miss. But I’ve worked for Mr. Cooper for a long time and I like my job. In all the time I’ve worked for him you are the only woman he has ever brought home. He obviously likes you very much and I can see why. I do not wish to offend him. He’s a good man to work for.”

Chris climbed out of the car with big grin on his face. He said, “It’s okay, Paul. If I didn’t get a kick out of showing her off that way she’d be wearing clothes. And you know if it came down to a choice between you and her she’d have to go.”

“Yes, sir. I have no doubt,” he said with a touch of sarcasm and a smile.

As we headed for the door, Paul said, “See you in the morning, sir.” We were still ten feet from the front door when it opened and was held for us by an attractive woman who I’d guess is in her mid to late thirties. Chris said, “Carrie, this is the young lady I was telling you about. Paige, this is Carrie. I hired her to run my house and be in charge around here. She’s very, very good at it. I couldn’t manage without her. But watch out. She’s meaner than a junkyard dog. And she bites.”

Carrie laughed and replied, “But it’s okay, Paige. He takes me to the vet and makes certain I’ve had my shots every year.”

To look at her you’d think she isn’t even aware I’m naked! She isn’t blushing and she doesn’t look surprised. Much to my surprise she seems happy to meet me! She scanned my body for a few seconds and said, “You’re very lovely. Welcome home.”

I blushed and said, “I’m sorry about this. I didn’t know I’d be meeting someone. I swear I don’t usually walk around like this.”

“It’s quite alright. It looks very good on you. If I were as sexy as you are I’d probably be naked, too.”

I didn’t believe her for a second. But I appreciate the great job she’s doing of making me feel at ease.

I turned to Chris and said, “You could have warned me.”

“It was much more amusing this way. Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

I had to really struggle to hide my disappointment. I was certain I’d be spending the night with him. But I didn’t say anything. He took my hand and led me up a wide, circular staircase and down a wide, plush, carpeted hallway. We stopped at a door. He opened it and said, “This is my room.”

Then we turned and he opened the door of the large, beautifully decorated bedroom across the hallway and he said, “This can be your room ... or, I would very much like it if you moved into my room. You said you want to go slow. I know I pushed your limits this evening and I apologize. You can check out the room and think about it for a while.”

I wrapped my arms around him and said, “I had a wonderful time this evening. And it’s going to take a bigger man than you to keep me out of your bed tonight.”

“You’re certain?”

I wrapped my hand around his large cock and said, “It was all I could do to keep from tearing your clothes off in the back of that limo on the way to your house after the show. I want you. I want you to make love to me and make me whole again, make me clean again. I want to please you. As much as possible I want to be the woman you deserve.”

He sighed and said, “You really have a much too high opinion of me. But I hope you never come to your senses.”

He turned and led me to his room. As we entered he said, “I was hoping this would be your decision.” He pointed to a door and said, “That’s the bathroom. Your toiletries are in there. And that’s your closet. Your clothes are in there. I realize I was being presumptuous. But I desperately hoped this would be your choice. I have to warn you, though, I haven’t slept with a woman since my wife and I split up almost twenty years ago. I don’t know if I snore or ... or whatever bad habits men have when they sleep. I just know I want you so very much.”

“I’ve never slept with anyone. I’m not a virgin, as you’re well aware, but I’ve never spent the night with a man. I desperately want to spend the night, and every night from now on, with you.”

We kissed passionately for ... I don’t know it seemed like several minutes but it could have been days. He finally let me go. After showing me my closet, it’s bigger than my bedroom in my apartment, and the sexy dresses he bought for me today, and pointing out the dress he wants me to wear tomorrow, he led me back out into the bedroom and as he began to get undressed he said, “I need a shower. It’s been a long, very exciting day. Why don’t you take those shoes off and join me?”

“I’d love nothing more. Turn your back. I don’t want you to watch me getting undressed.”

He just smiled and watched me take my shoes off while continuing to undress. After I took my shoes off I moved closer and started helping him. He has already removed and hung up his suit jacket. While he removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt I dropped to my knees in front of him and unfastened his belt and then his pants. I slowly unzipped his zipper, very conscious of the large erection I’m uncovering.

I have only willingly had sex with Four men. I was a very slow starter. They had very nice but very average cocks. I’m not certain I can say how satisfying those cocks were because all but one of my lovers were as inexperienced and unskilled as I was. The exception was a slightly older man who was just in too big of a hurry and could not be slowed down. Despite their flaws I enjoyed what we did. It was exciting. But I can’t really say it was satisfying.

I hate to admit it but I’m almost certain I didn’t have my very first orgasm until the second or third time those seven rapists attacked me in my bed. I never saw the seven men’s cocks. But I certainly got to know them well. They entered my mouth and plunged down my throat until I thought I’d die of embarrassment, pain and lack of oxygen. They plundered my pussy just as violently and there was never a time it wasn’t painful. Worst of all, though, was when they raped my ass. I suppose they prepared me. They used a lubricant and they explored with their fingers before raping me there. But I was never mentally prepared and they raped my ass just as violently as they raped my mouth and my pussy. I always had trouble walking the next day.

Undressing Chris, I’m struck by the realization this is the first time I’ve ever looked forward to uncovering a man’s cock. I was nervous and shy with my first three lovers. I avoided looking at their naked bodies as much as possible. I was just too embarrassed. The man with whom I made my fourth attempt couldn’t be bothered with foreplay. I don’t know why he was in such hurry. Maybe he had another date after he left my place.

The seven men who repeatedly raped me were always naked when I awoke with hands over my eyes and mouth. Now, especially after Rene described his cock with so much obvious desire for it, I can’t wait to see, to touch, to taste my new master’s cock. I’m trying not to remember my experience with the seven cruel men who raped me. But I’m certain the things I experienced at their hands will help me please the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. And I want that so very much.

I slid his pants down and he stepped out of them. I folded them and placed them on the floor beside me while staring in awe at the bulge in his shorts. It looks huge! I reached up and caressed it and then I leaned forward and kissed it lovingly while I reached for his waistband and slowly lowered his shorts. It’s beautiful! Rene said it was about eight inches in its flaccid state. It’s erect now and it must be at least ten inches long. And as hard as it is to believe I’m certain it’s nearly as big around as my wrist!

I looked up at him and whispered, “It’s beautiful! You’re beautiful!”

He is, too. He obviously works out. His arms are muscular. His stomach is hard and flat. And his legs! I’ve never paid much attention to men’s legs. His thighs and his calves are ... god! How can I describe them?! He isn’t musclebound. But he’s muscular everywhere, muscular but supple and graceful looking. God! I want to lick him all over!!

I cradled his cock in my hands for a moment. I kissed it lovingly, looked up at him and said, “I want so much to please you. My only real experience was ... you know. So, I’m not really certain how much I really know about pleasing a man. But for more reasons than I have time to tell you I want more than anything I’ve ever wanted before in my life to please you.”

He lifted me to my feet and put his arms around me. He held me and the way his hard cock nestled against my stomach just below my breasts nearly gave me an orgasm. He kissed me and softly said, “I’ve only been with one girl when I was a senior in high school and one girl in college, the woman I married. She destroyed me when she left me. We’re both a bit damaged by our experiences before we met. But I think we both have the same feelings about ... about us. Let’s just be patient and loving and learn together how to please each other. Now, let’s go take a shower.”

Before I let him go I had to ask. “How is that possible?! How could you have gone all these years without sex? There must have been women throwing themselves at you left and right!”

He smiled and said, “Let’s talk about that later. I’m with a woman I love, a woman I want, for the first time in about twenty years. I want this night to be perfect. I want to please you. I want to erase every bad memory in your pretty head. I want to make you so happy you’ll want to stay with me even knowing I’m a fucking pervert.”

I laughed and assured him, “You’re the first pervert I ever fell in love with as far as I can tell. Well, you must be. You’re the first man I’ve ever fallen in love with. But I have to admit, if this evening is an example of what life loving a pervert is like I’m hooked. I’ve already told you this at least half a dozen times this evening. This has been the most exciting night of my life. Today was the most exciting day of my life. And you are the most exciting man I’ve ever met in my life. I think you can relax. I belong to you now. You couldn’t chase me away with a taser.”

He took his arms from around me, bent down and tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. I weigh one hundred and ten pounds, depending on what I ate on any particular day. He didn’t even seem to notice I was there. He turned and carried me into his bathroom ... no, our bathroom. He put me down and I looked around with my mouth hanging open like I’d never been in a bathroom before. It’s the largest bathroom I’ve ever seen, by far! It’s about the size of our living room in the house I grew up in! The shower looks nearly as big as the bedroom I had when I was a kid. I looked up at him and after a moment I asked, “Do you have a lot of parties in here?”

He laughed and replied, “The only people who have seen this room since the house was built are Carrie and the people she hires to clean this place.”

“I don’t understand, Chris! You haven’t had sex since your wife walked out on you?! That doesn’t make sense! You’re the perfect man!”

“Let’s go back in the bedroom. I don’t like having serious conversations in bathrooms.”

We went back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed side by side. He held my hand and answered my rude question. “I wasn’t completely honest. I haven’t been totally celibate. There were two occasions on out-of-town trips that I met women while I was staying in a hotel. In both cases they were married women who were also in town on business and looking to take advantage of the opportunity to cut loose. It was just pure sex. There was no emotion involved. It was more like masturbation than sex with a woman. And there were two occasions I met couples in the hotel lounge and the husband was one of those guys who got off on watching his wife with other men. I didn’t understand that at first but if the wife was reasonably good looking and obviously willing I gave it a shot. After the second time with a couple, after the sex the three of us sat around and talked and I began to understand that particular kink and see its attraction. I mean, think about it. Did you ever meet a man who wasn’t a born voyeur?

“Those two threesomes were largely responsible for the things I made you do this evening. Watching you get naked in front of that crowd of horny people and then have hot sex with the other hottest woman I know was every bit as exciting as I knew it would be. That’s probably why I ended up taking you out of there naked. I’d like to hear how you really feel about those things. You seemed to be very excited. That wasn’t just an act for my benefit was it?”

“Most definitely not! I would never have done those things with any other man I’ve ever met. And I wouldn’t ... I couldn’t have done it if you weren’t there telling me what to do. But I wasn’t kidding when I told you this has been the most exciting night of my life. I was a little worried about how you were going to feel about me when the night was over. But I’m not worried now.

“Why were all of your trysts on out-of-town trips? You’re divorced. No one would begrudge you going out and having a little fun.”

“It’s hard to explain. I had been deeply in love with my wife. I was really devastated when she left me. For the longest time I had no desire for a woman, any woman. I don’t think I even thought about sex for a very long time. Eventually, with the help of some very good people, Rene, Bob, Carrie and a couple of others, I began to pull myself together. Rene tried her very best to seduce me. She even talked me into going to a nude beach a couple of times! I could never have done anything of a sexual nature with her. I think she came to the conclusion I wasn’t even aware she was trying to seduce me. Either that or she gave up and decided I’d either find the right woman or I wouldn’t. Carrie tried numerous times to set me up. She’s a very good friend but I finally had to tell her the next time she tried to set me up I was going to have to spank her cute ass.”

I chuckled and asked, “What is it with you and Rene and spankings? She seems to have a thing for them, or at least she jokes about them a lot.”

He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before he said, “Rene is my sister’s kid. My sister married a real prick. He beat the hell out of both of them more than once until I couldn’t take it any longer. I moved them out of the house and told her husband if he came anywhere near either of them before he got some help with his temper I’d have some friends of mine who do that sort of thing for a living dig him a very deep grave and his body would never be found.

“Two of those men were with me when I told him that. He took one look at them and knew I was serious. He begged me to let him apologize to my sister and Rene. But he’d said all those same things to them before. Maybe he even meant them. But at the most it would only be a month or two before he lost control again. I told him to get professional help and then have whoever provides that treatment convince me he’ll never raise his hand or his voice to either one of them again. Then he can try to talk them into trying one more time. But I made it clear one more try is all I was going to give him.

“They came to live with me. Eight months later I got a call from the psychiatrist he was seeing. He explained that he was certain Gary has his anger issues under control now. He gave me several causes for Gary’s problem but they seemed like pretty weak excuses to me. My sister, Jenny, talked to her husband after I told her about the phone call. He talked her into going back and letting him prove he was a better man. I was never sure if she still loved him. She said she did. But anyway, Jenny went back to him, Rene stayed with me nearly a year longer. Once she was convinced he had his problem under control Jenny talked Rene into moving back home. That nearly broke my heart. Rene had become like my daughter and one of my very best friends. I love that girl ... that woman, dearly. Anyway, I guess he got straightened out. Jenny insists she loves him and he treats her right. Rene ... I don’t know. She says he has never yelled at her or threatened her again, even on one of the many instances when she gave him a reason.

“I think the spanking jokes may have something to do with all that. Unlike her mother, I’m not certain Rene has really totally forgiven him for all those rough years. It screwed up a very large chunk of her childhood. But everyone gets along now. I spend a lot of the major holidays at their house and Rene has taken several vacations with me. I still think I love her more than her father does.

“As for me, I promise I only joke about it. I have never hit a woman in my life and I never would.”

“I never thought you would. But that subject leads to another question which is none of my business. Why do you seem to have so many contacts with violent people? I’m not demanding an answer. You’re still the boss of me. But I’m curious.”

“Okay, the story I’m about to tell you happened almost three years after my wife decided she could do better. Among many other things she got our house in the divorce. I was renting a small apartment, spending most of my free time in the gym and looking for a new place to live from time to time once I finally accepted it was time to move on and start rebuilding my life. A realtor showed me a pretty nice but very old place on a beautiful plot of land, almost fifty acres overlooking a small lake. It had just gone into foreclosure and the price was unbelievable. I told my lawyer I wanted it. He said he’d take care of it and in less than a month I owned it. I was still trying to decide whether I wanted to remodel that charming but rundown old house or tear it down when a big guy came storming into my office yelling and calling me every four-letter word I’d ever heard and quite a few I’d never heard before. He was telling me to stand up because he was going to beat me to death and when he was done with me no one would even be able to identify the body.

“I smiled at him, stood up and told him I didn’t believe we’d been introduced while I calmly removed my suit jacket, tie and shirt. I had been just about living in the gym for most of the previous two years or so and I had been working out with a vengeance. One of the trainers took me aside about a year after I started and warned me I was getting muscle bound. When I asked him what he recommended he suggested lighter weights, fewer reps and sign up for martial arts training.

“I thought that sounded like it would have to be a lot more interesting than lifting weights which relieves the frustration but is boring as hell so I took his advice. Over the next couple of years, I earned black belts in two different martial art forms and explored a couple of others. I was actually looking forward to seeing if that stuff works when that big thug came storming in and told me he was going to beat me to death.

“He seemed to calm down a little when I took my shirt off. But he looked so desperate and more hopeless than mad. I decided to try and find out what his problem was. Just then a couple of big guys from security came crashing in. I managed to call them off before they tackled the guy. I asked the guy if he was armed. He shook his head and I told the security guys I had it under control. I told them to call the cops and tell them it was a false alarm. I offered the guy a seat and asked him what I did to piss him off.

“He told me I bought his mother’s property out from under her and kicked her out of her house. I spent a few minutes explaining how that all works and that by the time I bought the place his mother was gone. Then I asked him if he’s so worried about his mother why didn’t he do anything to help her. It turns out he had just been released from a Federal Prison two days earlier. It took him a day to get back to town and find his mother and a day to find out the identity of the buyer.

“I thought about it for a few minutes and asked him, aside from paying taxes on it what does his mother do with fifty acres? Except for a very small vegetable garden she doesn’t farm.

“He shrugged and told me the place has been the family home for generations. Her great, great grandfather bought it when he migrated here from Italy.

“I asked him when was the last time he was in that house. It was before he got locked up ten years ago.

“I told him the place was unsafe to live in. His mother hasn’t been able to maintain it and it’s falling apart. But my damn conscience was kicking in so after thinking about it for a few minutes I offered to fix the place up, hire some live-in help for his mother and get someone to do the yard work on a couple of acres around the house. And when his mother passed on, if he wanted he could move in and live there rent free. I would still own the property and when he moved out, died or went back to prison the land and the building would be mine again to do whatever I want with.

“I told him I would build my own home on the western end of the property. There’s a pretty good-sized hill between us and most of that property is covered with trees. She won’t even be able to see my house.

“The guy looked at me while he tried to figure out what the catch was but finally he asked me why I’d do that, especially after the way he came storming into my office.

“I just smiled and told him I’m a sucker for lost causes. Then I asked him if he’d like a job. He asked me what he’d be doing. I asked him what he can do. It turned out he can’t do much, or at least not much I need done. But he’s a big guy, uneducated but intelligent, and he knows all about criminals since he’s been one all his life. I suggested he might be able make a career in our security office if he could make up his mind to be someone I can trust and rely on.

“He asked me if I was pushing for sainthood but I told him to the best of my knowledge atheists aren’t normally considered for that honor.

“The poor guy has worked here for over twenty years now and still doesn’t understand me. But he still understands criminals. He’s related to quite a few of them. Did you know there’s a small but powerful organized crime family here in town?”

Paige looked like she’d just been slapped. It took a minute or two before she exclaimed, “No! No way!!”

“Way. And they have already ‘taken care of’ all but one of the nine people who are responsible for what happened to you over the last ten months. They’re having trouble finding the hypnotist who planted the suggestion in your brain which caused you to get out of bed, unlock your door and then fall right back to sleep. They got into your apartment disguised as an inspection team from the electric company and planted a device in your nightstand which would signal you on command to unlock your door. It was brilliant. No phone calls to trace. And when you move you take it with you. It was just a tone so if someone found it there wasn’t even a voice to try to identify.”

“What about the other women?”

“There were seven. Well, eight counting you. I imagine that guy who told you it was more than twenty-one women was just trying to make you feel more helpless.”