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 Adoption
   by Nysidra
   Fantasy (Mf, BDSM, prosexual)
   Summary: A twist on the M/s, D/lg, D/s dynamic.  Artemus Cane purchases
Lila from 'Redwood Dormitory' a domestic training facility.  Girls are
bought for all sorts of reasons: labor, domestic care, apprenticeship.  Why
did Artemus choose Lila?
   <->
   Redwood Dormitory: Morning
   Girls of various ages, backgrounds, and skills milled about their rooms,
dressing, messing with their hair, making the beds.  A steady stream of
girls readied and left their rooms, followed by others.  Few were more than
a few seconds behind.  They filed down the large stair case to the dining
room.
   The soft murmur of conversation discussed the quality of breakfast,
dreams from the night before, anxieties about qualification exams.
   Lila listened to the various conversations with keen interest.  She
tuned into one pair of girls, skipped to another.
   Buzz from the above speaker.  Click.
   "All available girls, please assemble in the greeting room."
   Chairs scraped floors, napkins briskly dabbed mouths.  Lila joined the
line that headed for the Greeting Room.
   Prospective employers visited the dormitory to find a person for home
maintenance, child care, shop keeping, labor, beautification, or tutoring.
   'All available girls' was a new one to Lila.
   They lined up in three rows within the room.  Girls rated as better
educated and skilled were in the front row.  Newer girls, less glamorous or
marketable, had to take the back row.
   Lila stood beside the other new comer and her friend, Dawn.  One day
Dawn would have enough schooling to stand on the front row.  Lila had a
feeling she would always be on the last row.
   Mistress Allie entered the room with a bald, broad shouldered man
dressed in a black suit.  He looked sure of himself, brooding, almost
scary.
   He started by walking behind the back row, getting the least desirables
out of the way, Lila guessed.  Each time he paused, Mistress Allie went on
about their best qualities: learned in the sciences, obedient, strong,
graceful, languages spoken.
   He said nothing, asked no questions.
   When he walked by the first row, he stopped to look each girl in the
eye. Many fidgeted, looked away, giggled, or stared blankly back at him.
   Then again with the second row.
   She was surprised that he revisited the third row, again with the long
stares.
   Lila was tall for her age and a bit heavier.  At the very least, she had
learned to keep her mouth shut while in the greeting room.  Her butt no
longer held evidence of past punishments.  Two weeks good behavior.  Would
Mistress Allie mention that as her best quality?
   "We haven't had her long.  She comes from an agricultural community. 
Her build is suited for outdoor work.  She has taken to the rules here, but
I--"
   "What is your name, girl?" The man said, his voice crisp and direct.
   "I am called Lila, sir."
   "This one."
   Mistress Allie frowned at Lila and looked over the other girls in the
room, then gave him a slight nod.  "Very well.  We can discuss terms in my
office.  Dismissed."
   The girls scurried back up stairs full of whispers and curiosities. 
When most of them went back to their chores or went off to classes, Lila
sat on the edge of her bed, hands clasped between her knees.  He smelled
like woodsy soap, light, crisp, clean.
   Dawn ran into the room and bounced on the bed beside her.  "Did you see
how he looked at you?"
   "Like he was looking through me."
   "What do you think he wants?"
   Lila shrugged.  "He never asked a single question."
   "That's not good.  Miranda says that if they don't care about what's in
your head, all they want to do is work you to death."
   She whispered under her breath, "I heard."
   "I soaked my panties through when he stood behind me."
   Lila frowned.
   "He was so dreamy!  Did you see those eyes?"
   How could she not?  Green and brown and a little gray, surrounded by a
dark ring.  Dark lashes, heavy brows.
   "See?" Dawn grabbed Lila's hand and put it between her legs.
   "Wow.  You really are wet, are you sure it had anything to do with him?"
   The smaller girl hummed.  "Who's going to tickle me if he takes you?"
   "I'm sure you'll find someone." Lila turned slightly so that she could
rub her better.
   "I wonder what it will be like to have a real man play with my pussy. 
Think the suit has a big penis?" Dawn's eyes closed and she lay on her
back. "Almost there," she moaned.  Lila stroked her faster.
   "Damn it, girls." Mistress Allie hit the door with her fist bringing
both girls to her feet.  "Dawn.  Out.  You need to outgrow that nonsense."
   "Yes, Mistress!" Dawn said as she ran down the hall.
   "Lila, as you may have guessed, you are leaving today.  I wish I could
say I was happy for you, but I can't be."
   Lila's mood darkened as Mistress Allie approached.
   She continued in a hushed tone.  "What you need now is honesty.  You are
not an attractive girl, and I haven't had time to make you a talented one.
   "A man that would pick you out of all the beautiful, cultured, educated,
and hard working young women under my care does not have good intentions.
He is a very wealthy man, however, and paid for you in full.  Where you
will end up is not in my control."
   The fears and anxieties exploded in Lila's mind.  Why did someone want
to hurt her?  She hadn't done anything wrong, had she?  Why was it so bad
to be picked?
   "Come now.  Don't look so sad.  Keep my words in mind.  Change into your
evening dress, pack only your essentials.  Obey him, Lila.  Do as you are
told.  Listen before you speak."
   "Yes, Mistress."
   "Make sure you wash your hands, Lila."
   "Yes, Mistress."
   She washed, changed, packed, and hugged and kissed the many friends she
had made in the few months in their company.  Each of them looked at if she
were going to her death.  No one seemed happy for her.  Even Dawn had tears
in her eyes.
   The man and his silver sedan waited.  He put her single bag into the
trunk and helped her into the passenger seat, even fastened her belt.  He
drove away from the tall, brick buildings of the boarding school.
   His smell filled the car and everything looked so nice, but all she felt
was nervous.  Unfamiliar roads, buildings, and natural features passed by
the windows.  The most Lila had seen of this region was the dock where she
arrived as a stow away.  She hadn't meant to travel so far.  She only
wanted to check out the ship, find a few good hiding spots.
   The houses got larger, parks more brightly filled with flowers.  He
turned a corner and drove up a hill.  The trees parted to reveal a cozy
house with large windows, and a wrap around porch.
   He pulled into the garage and turned off the car.
   She didn't see a field or a shop.  He walked her into the house and it
sounded empty.  No sounds of children or another person.
   "Here is your room." The door had no knob or handle.  He pushed and it
swung open.
   A large black ceiling fan turned over head pushing a delightful breeze,
drying up some of her sweat.  The bed had a bright green blanket folded at
the base and large pillows at the head.  She turned in a circle and
examined the entire room.  It was big enough to hold four girls at the
dormitory.
   "Will I be working here, sir?"
   "You will have duties while I am away, but this is not a job.  This is
your home."
   That didn't sound bad, at least not thus far.
   "My name is Artemus Cane.  You will address me as Sarum or Sarum Cane,
not sir."
   "Yes, Sarum.  Thank you for choosing me."
   Please don't be cruel, please don't hurt me.  She thought to add all
those things, but Mistress Allie's last words remained fresh.
   "Unpack your belongings.  The bathroom is across the hall." He stepped
back to indicate the door.  "Join me in the kitchen when you are done."
   He walked out, leaving her standing in the middle of the room.  She went
over to the bed and touched the soft sheets.  They felt like fine clothes,
nothing like the itchy blankets at the dorm.
   Her 'belongings' took up half a drawer and one shelf on the wall.  She
pulled out all the drawers, checked under the bed, in the closets.  No sign
that anyone had been here before her, nothing but the things she had
brought with her.
   She crossed the hallway into the bathroom.  It had a deep round bath, a
tiled counter, sink, and toilet.  She pulled her panties down and used the
toilet.  Lila had to count to ten before she was relaxed enough to go.
   He didn't seem mean.  Why did he pick her rather than any of the other
girls?  Whatever it was, Lila had to be ready, keep her eyes open.  She
would please her new employer.
   She leaned forward to look at her pussy.  Late at night when the girls
had their own time just before bed, they often compared pussies.  All of
them were different.  Different shapes and shades, and loose or barely
there lips.  Did he want anything to do with hers?  Would he care about it
at all?
   She cleaned up and found him in the kitchen.  He set a cup of soup down
along with half a toasted sandwich.
   He sat down, not across from her, not even on the same side.  He pulled
his chair next to hers and put his arm around the back of her chair.  The
smell of him was so much closer now, and delicious.  Lila thought less
about the food and more about him, taking a deep breath.
   "Eat up.  We're going shopping after this."
   Lila sat straight, ate her creamy, thick potato broccoli soup, and the
half a turkey sandwich.  Where were they going?  Shopping for what?  Did
she need to hold his bags for him?  Did he want her to make a list?
   She had not attended many classes, but Mistress Allie reminded her on
the way out.  When in a new home, she should be patient and quiet, wait
until questions are requested before raising them, keep her ears and eyes
open, and most of all, be more patient than ever.
   After lunch he put his jacket back on and they were back on the road. 
Lila wasn't as nervous around him anymore.  Not but two hours and he hadn't
chained her to a dirty floor, hit her, or yelled at her.
   In the shop lessons, the dorm had several rooms set up like a shop and
they would play 'shop girl.' Learning to take money, run a stock room,
arrange a display, or place a special order.
   This shop wasn't like any of the others.  It wasn't even a shop.  After
a mere five minute drive, Artemus parked and led her up the walk toward
another house, but this one had two floors instead of one, and no
wrap-around porch.  The door placard read: Marcellus Fine Design and
Apparel.
   Artemus rang the bell and a tall, thin, older woman opened the door. 
She smiled at Artemus then glanced down to Lila.
   "Follow me."
   She led them to a large room in the center of the house.  It would have
been a bedroom, but there was no bed: an upholstered bench, a large
cushioned chair, and a plush floor rug.  The room smelled of the flowers
sitting in large glass vases.
   A young woman entered in a flat black blouse and skin tight leggings. 
"Wine or bourbon today, Sarum?"
   "Bourbon.  Bring my girl half the same with a bit of syrup." The girl
left and he addressed the older woman.  "Charlene, this is Lila.  Start
with her under garments."
   "Come with me, Lila." Charlene led her to stand on a small platform in
the middle of an empty semi-circle of a closet with mirrors from ceiling to
floor.  The woman unlaced the ties of her dress then lifted it overhead.
   Lila was accustomed to nakedness in front of other girls and women, but
the curtains were still open.  His eyes were on her backside, thick,
swollen, gangly.  Charlene pulled Lila's panties down to her ankles and
Lila stepped out of them, trembling with embarrassment.  Yes, he had
purchased her, but he hadn't seen her, not yet, not like this.
   Charlene's shop girl returned.  From the mirror, Lila could see her set
a golden brown drink beside Artemus, and she brought a dark red drink over
to her.
   Charlene picked up the glass no bigger than a teacup.  "Drink this up.
Best you take it all at once."
   It burned.  Lila handed the empty glass over and struggled not to frown
over the tart, peculiar drink.
   The older woman took her tape measure and put it around Lila's waist. 
She circled her body, moving the measuring tape, wrapping it around her
body parts, laying it over different spots.  The woman's touch was
disturbing, but not unpleasant, even a bit tender.  Charlene touched
between her legs and pulled up a tissue to wipe her fingers.
   Lila wanted to wither on the spot.
   "No reason for shame, little one.  This only means you are a healthy
young woman." She kneeled and wiped her outer labia.  "I just need to
measure here ...  and ...  move your legs apart more."
   Lila adjusted her stance.  Her heart raced, and though she was trying to
keep still, her pussy throbbed.  All the while, Charlene did things like
squeeze and heft her breasts, hold her nipples until they firmed, measured
her neck and mouth, and then...
   "Bend over and touch your toes."
   She closed her eyes so that she couldn't see him, couldn't see anything.
At the dorm, she cried and yelled and was promptly disciplined for her
disobedience.  She stilled further as Charlene ran a cool finger around her
clitoris, more liquid seeped from her.  Lila wanted to rock back, moan, but
it stopped just as it was getting to the good part.
   "Stand.  You may rest on the bench if you'd like."
   Lila did not want to ruin the furniture, so she stood.
   Charlene pulled several delicate, beautifully colored under garments
from a closet.  Lacing and straps and sparkles.  Never had she seen fabric
so lush on anything less than an event gown.
   The older woman held up a dark blue bra with dark black lines running
through it like the ripples of water.  It locked in the front, over her
breast bone, but had no straps.  Charlene tugged and adjusted until the bra
was straight and hugging her breasts tight.  She pulled on a pair of
matching panties.  They seemed to fit perfectly, nothing too loose or
tight, or pinching or pulling.
   Such lovely fabric shouldn't be on her right now.  She would soil and
ruin them.  Lila felt sick, but there was nothing she could do about it.
   "Step into these." Charlene put two black heels down.  "Let me see you
walk."
   Walk.  This was something she had been taught, at least, not from one of
her classes, but the other girls.  It was a game they played, dressing in
towels and plastic beads, putting glued blocks on the backs of their shoes.
   "Very nice.  Keep those shoulders straight."
   Walking for play was easier than walking to Artemus.  He made her feel
woozy, almost dizzy with nerves, but they remained inside.  Outside, she
kept her calm and did as told.
   "Beautiful choice," Artemus drank her with his eyes.  He stood and Lila
focused on the fat cylindrical shape in his pants.  "Three more sets like
this.  Include a red and neutral."
   "Lila, turn and walk back," said Charlene.  "Let your hips sway."
   That bulge meant he was aroused.  He liked seeing her in the clothing,
liked looking at her.  Her hips swayed without even trying.
   They moved on to dresses, and each time she strut toward him, showing
off another dress, her walk became more graceful and smooth.  Artemus
considered each piece, often touching her, checking the fit, driving her
insane with heightened arousal.
   Artemus told Charlene that the dresses were for evening parties.  Lila
had a feeling they weren't the kind of parties back at the dorm, complete
with music, sweets, and fast music.  Not with these dresses on.
   He picked three for himself and allowed her to pick another three. 
Charlene wrapped all the clothes and placed them in a large sparkly gray
box.  She kept on the fancy underwear, and her last outfit, a slinky, pale
coral pullover dress.  Lila barely recognized herself.  Her breasts seemed
huge, and the dress outlined the swell of her ass.  Lila was already so
tall, her thick legs seemed to go on and on before disappearing under the
hem of the short dress.  Without the other girls surrounding her, she could
almost believe that she was beautiful, elegant.  He chose her after all,
not any of them.  That bulge in his pants had to do with her body, not
theirs.
   The ride home seemed even shorter.  Artemus walked her into the house,
carrying her box of new clothes.  She put the panties and bras in her
dresser drawer, and carefully hung each dress in the closet.
   When finished, Artemus opened his arms and Lila happily rushed into
them.
   "Sarum Cane, thank you for my new dresses.  They are all so beautiful."
   She crushed to his chest and took a deep breath.  Few men worked at
Redwood, and even so, Lila did not interact with any of them.  When was the
last time a man held her?  Hugged her?
   "Sarum," Lila paused.  "Why did you buy me such beautiful clothing?  Why
am I here?" Tears ran faster.  Questioning her owner was wrong.  If she
ended up with a punishment, then she would deserve it.
   Artemus put his hands on Lila's waist and took a step back to look down
at her with those warm hazel green eyes.  "Lila, this is only the
beginning. You belong to me, and I take very good care of my possessions. I
cherish them, and I will cherish you.  Why?  Because it is my will. 
Understood?"
   Lila nodded briskly.  "Yes, Sarum, thank you."
   He pulled her back into his chest and Lila melted into his embrace. 
"Are your panties still wet, Lila?"
   "Yes, Sarum." She worried her bottom lip.
   "Take them off and let me see." He stepped back from her.
   Lila went feverish with shame and uncertainty.  She hooked her fingers
into the waist of her panties.  Cool air hit her pussy lips as she pulled
the beautiful panties down.  The gusset was dark blue with the clear liquid
of her arousal.  She handed the soiled garment to Artemus.
   He brought her panties to his nose and inhaled deeply.  His eyes closed
and one cheek swelled with a lop-sided smile.  "Very nice, Lila.  You smell
good enough to eat."
   Shame twisted into overwhelming pride and joy.  He liked the way she
smelled!  He liked that she was wet!
   "Take off your bra and heels, leave the shift on, then come down for
dinner." Panties still in hand, he left the room.
   Without the bra, her breasts didn't exactly drop, but they weren't held
high and tight together like they had before.  She could make out her fat
nipples and the outline of her brown areola in the mirror.  Her curly black
hair had been cut short.  No girl in Redwood had hair longer than their
shoulders.  Would he let her grow it out?  Years ago it lay down her back,
healthy and shining like the night sky.
   She reached between her legs to feel the moisture gathered there.  Lila
only got this wet when touching herself late at night, or when Dawn or
Rebecca lay between her spread thighs.  How was she going to keep her dress
dry without panties?
   Lila dipped into the well of moisture and tasted herself.  Sweet today,
not as pungent.  She liked this taste best.  She sucked the moisture from
her finger a couple times before she heard the clatter of glassware.
   Dinner.  She lay her bra on the dresser and headed for the kitchen.
   "You look gorgeous.  Come here."
   She approached the counter and stood next to him.
   Artemus bent to kiss her lips then moaned.  "I want some," he murmured.
   Lila reached between her legs and rubbed the knuckle of her index finger
along her slit, then held her finger up to him.
   He took her whole finger into his mouth.  His tongue enveloped her, the
little buds teasing the ridges on her skin.  With a low, deep moan he
pulled off.  "You taste more delicious than you smell.  What's got you so
wet?"
   "I don't know, Sarum.  I've never been this wet without touching myself
before."
   "So, you weren't in your room playing with yourself?"
   "No, Sarum.  Just tasting."
   "Do you like the way you taste?"
   "Very much, Sarum."
   "Let's see." He grabbed a dishtowel from the pantry and spread it over
one of the table chairs.  "Be sure to lift your dress before you sit down."
   "Thank you, Sarum."
   He poured two glasses of wine and prepared both plates.  Lila kneaded
her thigh as he served their meal.  He didn't want her helping?  She was
just supposed to sit?  Mistress Allie lectured the girls on servitude,
responsibility, duty, and Lila had prepared herself to spend most of her
day cleaning, working, or caring for someone.  No one prepared her for
this.
   He took his seat the way he had earlier in the day, right beside her. 
His left arm around the back of her chair.  "Pull your dress up and spread
your legs.  Sit back." He kissed her on the temple once she obeyed.  He
took a deep breath and began to eat, so Lila followed suit.
   "How often do you touch yourself, Lila?"
   "A lot." Bad answer.  She should always answer her owner as detailed as
possible unless told otherwise.  "At least once a day, sometimes two or
three times."
   "What do you think about?"
   "Nothing really, just having a good feeling, not getting caught by the
head mistress."
   "Did you get caught often?"
   Lila chuckled.  "Very often, Sarum." The delicious food and dark red
wine left her feeling warm and comfortable.  Happy.  Her first day away
from the dorm wasn't terrible at all.  "Thank you for the lovely dinner,
Sarum Cane."
   "You are very welcome.  Now, it has been a long day for us both.  Go
draw a bath."
   What about the dishes?  She wiped her mouth and stood.  The towel he'd
spread over the chair had a round wet spot, and her thigh slicked as she
headed for the bathroom.  She took off the light fabric dress and got into
the bath.
   One gleaming black spigot over the faucet, no shower head.  Lila reached
for it, but snatched her hand back at the last second.  Lila jumped out the
tub and hurried to the kitchen.
   "Excuse me, Sarum?"
   "Yes?" He turned and looked her over, head to toe as if he hadn't been
staring at her body all afternoon.
   "How do I work the faucet?"
   "Lift the bottom edge of the handle toward you.  A few seconds later,
you will see how to swing the handle left or right to adjust the
temperature.  Return the handle to the center before you stop the flow."
   "Thank you, Sarum." She bowed slightly and ran back to the bathroom. 
She pulled the lever up and gasped in wonderment.  A red and blue strip
appeared on either side.  She moved the handle right and tested the
temperature.
   The water level rose until it reached her her belly.  She looked around,
but didn't see any soap.  Now what?
   Artemus entered the bathroom and smiled as if finding exactly what she
expected.  Was that a good thing or not?  "More water, Lila."
   "Yes, Sarum." Lila crawled forward and turned the flow on again.
   He pulled things off the shelves and set them out on the counter.  He
opened a bottle of clear liquid and poured it into the water.  The scent of
florals and herbs filled the air.  He put a bathing mitten and face cloth
on the side of the tub, then sat on tile bench behind her.
   Lila turned to face him.  He looked different out of his suit, older,
normal.  Brown hairs covered his tanned chest.  His erection lay along the
length of his right thigh, thick, but not straining like it had been
earlier.
   "Put on the mitten and rub the water along your skin.  I'll do your face
and back when you're ready."
   The mitten gently scratched her skin, leaving a tingle all over.  The
scented stuff had turned the water slick and smooth.  She started with her
arms, making sure to do a good job since Artemus was watching.  She stood
and propped her leg on the side of the tub.
   "Scrub your outer lips and your bottom," he said when she reached
between her legs.  He took up the face cloth and poured a different liquid
on it.  "Use this for your face."
   She took the cloth and rubbed the thick liquid into her skin.
   He moved.  She could smell him, feel the warmth of his skin.  "Lean
forward.  Keep your eyes closed." Then he rinsed her face with the bath
water.  His bare fingers touching, and caressing her nose, cheeks,
forehead. He wrung the cloth and patted her face dry.  "Stay." With the
mitten in his hand he made long, sweeping strokes along her back, down her
spine.
   His fingers went between her legs, and he touched her!  Rubbing back and
forth, circling her clitoris, then back to her anus, circling it, cleaning
it.  Of course he was just cleaning her, but it felt so good.  The intimate
touch ended all too soon.  He cradled her back and leaned her into the
bathwater, submerging the back of her head.  With the other hand he
massaged her scalp.
   Lila wanted to look up at him, but closed her eyes, luxuriated in his
attention.  Why?  She wondered.  Why is he doing this?
   Because it was his will.
   He drained the tub and squeezed apple scented cream into his hands,
smoothed them into her hair.  He spun small locks of hair around his
fingers until he worked through her whole head.  Then he squeezed more, and
began to rub the cream into her skin, not bothering with a towel at any
point.  His hands massaged and rubbed her from head to toe.
   "Step out." He held her hand and turned her to face him.
   Lila wasn't told to do anything else, so she waited and watched. 
Artemus drew another bath, but used a different bottle of liquid.  This one
was green colored and smelled ...  it smelled like him!  She held her
breath as he pulled his sleep shorts down and stepped into the bath.  He
was thick, a little swollen, but not enough to make it stand up.
   "Have you seen a man naked before?"
   "No," her voice came out as a hoarse whisper.  Lila cleared her throat.
"Only pictures, Sarum."
   He nodded and began to bathe himself, rubbing the scented water into his
skin.
   "Shall ...  can ...  can I help?"
   "I'd like that very much."
   Lila grinned and sat on the side of the tub.  She took the mittens from
him and did his back, legs, and prepared the cloth for his face.  He didn't
have any hair to wash, but...
   She reached down into the water and swished the water around his balls.
Artemus chuckled and put a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her
close.  He kissed her with his tongue, plunging deep into her mouth.
   When they parted, his erection stood straight up.
   He had his own bottle of cream, airy, light blue smelling.  She helped
him spread it on his back and shoulders, but he did the rest.
   He walked her to her bedroom.  They were both still naked.  When he
turned her blanket back, she looked nervously toward her dresser.
   "Would you prefer to wear a gown to bed?"
   "I ...  I forgot to pack one, but if I don't wear panties, I'll soil the
sheets."
   He frowned.  "You're shedding?"
   She shook her head rapidly.  "Wh-when I touch myself."
   He chucked at that.  "If you mess your sheets, then you'll wash them,
Lila.  Get in bed."
   "Yes, Sarum." She hopped into the bed, but he didn't pull the covers
over her.
   "I've got to make sure my girl sleeps well in her new bed." Artemus
leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.  His fingers played in the
curls of her pubic hair, going lower and lower.  He dipped into the opened
of her slit, circling between her inner lips, playing in the entrance of
her vagina.
   Lila's knuckles turned white as she gripped the bedsheets on either side
of her.  His fingers were nothing like her own, nothing like another young
girl's fingers.  They were fat, confident, and the pads tingled her
clitoris with the rough sensation.
   She whimpered when he rubbed her softer rather than harder, slower
rather than faster.  Her hips moved in a circle, trying to make him speed
up, she pulled her thighs apart.
   He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.  "That's it.  Show me how
much you want it." His fingers sped up and Lila nearly came off the bed,
straining and tensing and seeking her orgasm.
   With a low, grunting scream she climaxed, his fingers working her until
she was too sensitive to take any more.
   Artemus pulled the covers up, but not over her.  "Sleep well." He leaned
over and kissed her softly on the lips, but Lila threw her hands around his
shoulders and kissed him with her tongue deep in his mouth.
   When she stopped, he pulled away with a smile.
   ***
   Artemus went to his own bed and settled on his back.  He had spent most
of the day with an erection, but this one hurt.  In his mind this day had
gone a myriad of ways, many of those ways being a repeat of past
disappointments and failures.  She was nothing like the women he worked
around, fashion models, editors, designers, beauty professionals.  Lila was
tall, but her facial features were too strong.  Even still, she carried too
much weight for modeling.
   These were the first qualities that drew him.  Lila was a beautiful
young woman and within her eyes, he could see that.  No one had changed her
mind or made her feel less.  He heard the foreign accent in the first words
she spoke.  Lush, rough, innocent.
   He stroked the shaft of his erection, bringing a fresh bead of arousal
to the head.  His foreskin closed around the head and rolled back. 
Delicious little cherub probably would have taken him in his mouth if he
asked, licked the head of his cock, her eyes seeking any sign of his
approval.
   How did he end up being so fortunate?  Was today a dream, would he wake
tomorrow and see everything evaporated?  Oh, but what a dream.  Visions of
her danced through his mind as he stroked his erection.  Pale beige skin,
speckled by brown freckles.  Brown areola with fat nipples.  Dark inner
labia parted to reveal rosy red flesh, engorged with blood and weeping with
arousal.  Wild black hair, curling every which way, forming a crown of
raven's feathers.  The smell of her, rich and fragrant, pussy begging to be
filled.
   His hand sped over his cock, pumping furiously.  One day it would be
her, her pussy clenching around him, taking him.  He stifled a moan as
semen spilled onto his belly.
   One day, if this wasn't a dream.
   ***
   Artemus woke early though he had no place to be.  The sun crested the
horizon casting a warm orange light on the world.  He felt good, a post
massage therapy glow.
   Lila.
   His first full twenty-four hours with his girl.  Artemus had been down
this road, but never woke up without a single drop of buyer's remorse.  He
rubbed his eyes and stumbled to the bathroom.
   He ran through his plan for the day.  He would have to call Juniper
Fields and Rose Ridge Academy and cancel his appointments with them. 
Breakfast with his dream girl.  He stepped into the shower and rinsed
quickly.  He'd make something light, maybe with some syrup.  He grinned as
he imagined her licking her lips.
   "Sarum?" A soft knock on his door.
   "In here, Lila." He soaped his neck as she padded into the room.  "Did
you sleep well?"
   "Yes, Sarum.  My new bed is so comfortable and the sheets were so soft
on my skin." Her words came slow, because she was too focused on his
nakedness.  "What are you doing?"
   "Shaving."
   "Can I watch?"
   Artemus picked Lila up by the waist and sat her on the counter beside
the sink.  Neck lathered, he pulled the razor in short strokes along the
growth of his stubble.
   Lila pulled her heel up to the counter and rested on her knee.  Her rosy
slit peeked through the opening of dark curly hair between her legs.
   Artemus divided his glances between the mirror and her slit, his cock
swelled.
   "It's getting bigger," she whispered.
   "Mmm hmm." He switched to the other side, pull, rinse, pull.
   "Does it hurt when it stretches like that?"
   "No, not exactly."
   "Why is it getting bigger?  It's all the way upside down now."
   He chuckled.  "When you pulled your knees up." He pointed his pinky to
her slit.  "Looking at that pretty pussy made me hard."
   Her eyes lit up with amazement.  "I ...  me?" Her face reddened.  "Thank
you."
   Artemus leaned forward and rinsed the shaving soap from his neck.  He
poured a bit of spruce scented antiseptic into his hand and splashed it on
his neck.  "Go dress, my pet, then meet me in the kitchen for breakfast."
   ***
   "Would you like for me to clear the table and wash up?  I know to keep
keep a house, just not the complicated stuff like repairing equipment."
   "I did not bring you here to be a house keeper," he said.  "I would
appreciate your help cleaning the kitchen.  We'll clear, then you wash up.
I will dry and put them away."
   "Okay!" She brought the dishes to the counter with a large smile.
   They went in the living room and she sat in his lap while they listened
to music.  Artemus caressed her arms and legs and then he stroked her
pussy.
   Lila raised her knees and as he circled the opening of her slit,
spreading her slippery cream.
   "You are my beautiful girl.  I am very happy to have you in my home."
   "Thank you, Sarum.  You are very kind to me."
   His fingers moved faster around her clitoris.  Her breath came in short
pants.  She pulled her knees up to her breasts and bucked against her
fingers.
   "Would you like another?"
   "Yes, please."
   He shifted until he was between her legs then bent down and kissed her
inner thighs, each kiss drawing nearer to her pussy.  Lila tried to get her
legs wider.
   "That's it.  Show me how much you want my tongue on your pussy." He
flicked his tongue out her and Lila whimpered, rolled her hips up.
   Her head rolled from side to side.  His tongue made her pussy feel
amazing.
   He slid one finger inside her up to the knuckle.  Lila gasped and pulled
her knees apart.  She closed her eyes and moaned.  His breath was hot and
heavy against her wet pussy, his tongue firm and slick.
   "It's happening again." She tried to squeeze down on the finger inside
her.  An pulse of energy built behind her throbbing clitoris.  He moved
faster on a spot inside her.  Her whole body went tingly.  Her belly
fluttered and tensed.  Lila came half off the bed for a few seconds then
went limp, moaning and sighing.
   Artemus pulled his finger out and moaned into her mound, kissing her
thighs and rubbing her sides.  Small spasms rippled through her body.
   "You taste so good.  I think I'll have you for lunch."
   She giggled and wriggled on the couch.
   He pulled his boxers down and let them fall to the floor.  His erection
had lost its edge, hanging down as it had the first time Lila had seen it.
He took the shirt off next, tugging it overhead and tossing it aside.
   She took deep breaths and luxuriated in the floaty sensation in her
chest and head.
   He touched her on the shoulder, drew little circles around her freckles.
Could he feel her heart pounding?  Lila reached out and played in the hairs
on his chest, rubbed them down, fluffed them with her finger tips.
   She sighed and kissed his chest.  "May I touch you?"
   "Yes, of course."
   Lila moved her fist up, pulling the skin around the head.  She tried to
read every wrinkle, vein, and bump.  Ridges of stiff muscle rippled under
the thin skin.  Artemus' chest rose as he took a deep breath, then a soft
moan as he exhaled.
   "Don't stop, baby." He whispered.
   Lila grinned and kept stroking him, up, down, and soon she was rewarded
by the sight of his head flaring and a thick jet of white ejaculate
splashed on between their bellies.  Then it became a thick flow, a second,
and third, until it dripped.
   Artemus kissed her on the head.
   "Did I do that right?"
   "You pleased me very much." He cradled her closer to his body.  His
semen dried, sealing them together.
   Lila grinned.  She never wanted to be apart.
   ***
   Two days later, Lila sat in the waiting room with her knees together
tight.  The physician's office was in a nice house.  Mostly light colored
wood, three floors with walkways as wide as rooms.  The pretty girl at the
front led her and Artemus to the second floor.
   She sat on the bench while Artemus talked with the lady that walked them
up.
   The physician entered the room with a square black object.  "Hello Lila,
my name is Mister Granger."
   "Hi." Her eyes darted to the door.
   Artemus nodded to the young woman and sat on a chair beside her bench.
"Tell him anything he wants to know."
   "Has a penis ever entered your vagina?"
   Lila shook her head.  "No.  Never."
   Has she wanted one?  Absolutely.
   Lila hoped each day that Artemus would put his penis inside her.  She
imagined him holding her legs up as she lay on the edge of the bed, his
hard cock slipping in and out of her instead of his fingers.
   Mostly they licked and kissed and touched, and that was fun.  He would
make moaning noises when she got dripping wet.
   She tightened her knees together, but that only made the liquid squish
out of her.
   "Have you ever put anything in your vagina, and it hurt or itched really
bad afterward?"
   She shook her head again.  That happened to Valerie at the dormitory. 
She put a brush handle inside her, and her vaginal got all stinky.  The
physician called it a u-tee-eye.
   "No."
   "Do you masturbate?"
   Lila nodded.  "I think I do it a lot."
   Mister Granger smiled.  "Every one thinks they do it a lot, at some
point.  That's perfectly fine.  Look up at the ceiling for me."
   She stared at the health posters on the wall.
   "Have you ever put anything up your rectum?" His fingers touched under
her jaw, then pressed something to her chest.
   Lila was entranced by the poster that linked various foods to parts of
the body.  It was better than the one at the dormitory.
   "Not me," she said with a sigh, "Dawn liked to put her finger up there.
Is that bad?"
   "As long as she was careful with her finger.  Lean forward and take four
deep breaths in and out.  Did she ever cut you or make you sore?"
   "No, she was real careful." Lila counted while her breaths went in, then
counted them out.
   "Good.  How about objects?"
   "No, no objects."
   "Lie back on the bench, stretch your hands over head.  Have you taken a
person's sexual fluids in your mouth?"
   "Yes, only girls though."
   "A lot of girls?"
   "No." Lila looked down at Mister Granger.  He was rubbing around the
outside of her breast toward her nipple.  "Just Dawn and Elizabeth, but
mostly Dawn."
   "Was Dawn a good friend of yours?"
   Lila shrugged.  Dawn and Lila got along after dark, under the covers,
when their pussies were feverish with need.  During the day, Dawn preferred
her other friends, friends who were born from the same place, had the same
experiences.  "She was ...  the best I had."
   "I understand.  Did you ever bleed after playing with Dawn?  Not blood
you expected."
   "Yes, she had more than one finger, but only a little while.  She
stopped as soon as I told her to.  There was a little blood, not much.  We
didn't talk for a few days after that.  It made my stomach hurt."
   "I need you to put your finger into this.  Do you know what it is?"
   Lila nodded.  "It takes my blood and tells you what's in it.  Our
physician had one, but it was a lot bigger."
   Mister Granger nodded.  "Yes, this one is newer, and it can read your
flesh.  It's going to pinch, brace yourself."
   Pinch was understating it.  Something sharp bit her.  She screamed, but
kept her mouth shut.  She shuddered on the bench and tried with all her
might to keep the arm connected to the tube still.
   Artemus took her hand, his other hand rubbed her thigh.  "Take deep
breaths.  Don't try to hold it."
   Almost as if she could see when the pain would end, Lila visualized
getting there, toughing through the flare of discomfort.
   Seconds.  Her finger came out of the box, red, a little swollen, but not
slashed open.  The tiniest little red dot remained.
   "Here," Mister Granger sat beside her and wrapped a thin strip around
her finger.  "You did very well." He cradled her head to his chest, not
caring that when she shook her head, his gray shirt soaked the sweat on her
brow.  "Do you have any questions for me about your health?"
   "Am I sick?"
   He chuckled.  "We're about to find out in a few minutes.  Can I inspect
you while we wait?"
   "Yes, Mister."
   "Lie back and we'll begin." He began at her head, looking at her eyes,
in her nose, ears, and mouth.  He inspected her scalp, looked at the
patches of freckles on her arms and chest.  "Turn over." Mister Granger
began anew, with her head, her neck and shoulders.  He pressed his fingers
along her spine, down her side.
   "She's not done growing yet, you know?  Might be able to stare you in
the eye in a few years."
   Artemus chuckled.  "That's fine by me."
   His fingers kept pressing into her muscles, joints, down her ass, the
backs of her thighs, to her feet.  He bent her leg.  "Roll your foot for
me, okay, and the other way." He repeated with her other leg.  "On your
back now."
   Lila turned over and lay straight on the bench.
   "Pull your legs open.  I'm going to look at your bottom."
   She drew them back and hook her hands under her knees.  "Does it look
okay?"
   Mister Granger spread her outer labia, opened her inner labia.  Her hips
shivered as her pulled the hood back from her clitoris.  "Very healthy.  Do
you usually get this wet, Lila?"
   "Yes."
   "That's very good."
   Lila's eyes closed as his finger went into her pussy, deep, then
twisting, and back out.
   "Your hymen has been broken, but when you have intercourse, take it
slow. It may still be a bit uncomfortable until you adjust.  Your vagina
has a strong muscle all the way up.  It can get as tight as a fist." He
made a fist in front of her face, "or open or swell up, and, like any other
muscle, it can stretch.  Do you know how to stretch?"
   "Yes, we stretched before doing new activities."
   "Did you stretch quick?" He snapped his fingers.  "You can put your legs
down now."
   "No, because it can injure you."
   "Exactly.  So, go slowly, let it stretch.  When you're all limbered up,
then you can go as fast or quick as you like."
   Mister Granger winked and set Lila giggling.  He turned to Artemus. 
"Should be another five minutes on the analysis." He went over to a counter
with the thing that bit her finger.
   Artemus reached between her legs, straight for her swollen clitoris. 
Lila glanced to Mister Granger's back, but settled on the brilliant
green-brown eyes of her owner.
   "That's it, girl."
   Her moan was soft and the orgasm brief, but delicious.
   "She's healthy, great levels, small allergen flags.  I compared her
results with yours, only one interaction warning, gastronomical.  That will
reduce once you've been eating and drinking the same foods for a year. 
Stick to wines with her."
   "I will.  Anything else I should know?"
   "You picked a hell of a cherry with this one."
   "Feels good coming from you." Artemus picked Lila's dress up and helped
her put it back on.
   "I'll make her next appointment with yours.  I have a feeling she'll be
back."
   Artemus smiled.
   She stepped into her shoes, unsure what they were talking about.
   ***
   "Can I sit with you, Sarum?"
   "Not right now, Lila.  I'm in the middle of something.  Go read another
chapter in your book.  You have a review to give me."
   Lila shifted and frowned, but Artemus had his back to her.  She went to
his bedroom and crawled onto his bed.  Pressed his pillow to her face. 
Artemus had been working all day and she just wanted to touch him, play
with him.
   She lay there, breathing his scent and thinking of sitting in his lap,
nuzzling into his fuzzy beard.  She sat up with a sigh and looked around
his bedroom.  Her inspection led to his closet, where he hung all his suits
and jeans.  She looked inside the drawers, socks, underwear, shorts.
   In the back of the closet were a set of shelves.  Lila jumped to look at
the magazines, her eyes were wide before she landed.  There was a naked
woman on the front of one of them.
   Lila searched the closet for something to stand on.  None of the shelves
on the boxes were sturdy enough to hold her.  If she grabbed that bar, then
put her foot on the lower shelf...
   Suspended off the sole of her foot, she reached for a magazine and
pulled it toward her.  No, this one was different.  It had to be the middle
stack.  The center bar rolled, she went off balance and yelled as she went
to the floor.  She landed on her butt.
   Artemus ran down the hallway and found her, still on her back.  "Excuse
me.  I have to end the call.  Rick, wrap up for me." He stepped into the
closet, over her, and straightened the stack of magazines that were about
to fall on her.
   "Sarum Cane, I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean it."
   Artemus' face was blank, impossible to read.
   "Please," she scrambled from under his feet.
   "What were you doing in here?"
   "I ...  I wanted to see your closet."
   "Did you finish what I asked you to do?"
   "Not yet, I was going to.  I was just--"
   "I adore you, Lila, and for that reason, I care about your discipline.
You will be punished.  Come on." He walked out the closet.
   Lila's heart raced, her face got hot.  "What?  No!  Please, Sarum,
please don't punish me!"
   "Lila," he snapped, seeming colder and larger.
   Her mouth snapped shut.  Her eyes watered and her face twisted into a
frown as tears ran hot down her cheeks.
   "Save your tears.  There will come a time for them.  I will not be
defied."
   Lila pushed to her feet and exited the closet with the tiniest steps she
could take.
   "Take your punishment like the young lady I know you are."
   Lila sniffled and wiped her eyes.  "Yes, Sarum."
   She followed him into her room.
   "Undress and lay across the bed."
   She removed her dress and lay it over the rack, then stretched over her
bed.
   "Do not struggle.  Keep your hands away."
   He rounded the bed, stooped down, and pulled up two straps.  "If you
need to, you can grab hold of these."
   The leather loops fit easily in her hand, but pulling on them moved
something under her, and rocked the bed closer to him.  Out the corner of
her eye she saw the thin blue lash.  "I'm sorry, Sarum.  I'm sorry.  I
promise I'll be good.  I'll listen to what you say.  Please!  Please, don't
do this."
   "Save your screaming.  I know you will be good.  And know this too,
sweet heart, when you're not so good, this is what you can look forward
to."
   It felt like her thigh and buttock had been set on fire.  It tingled,
bit, burned, then screamed in a line of agony.
   Lila screamed, screamed and kicked, and tossed.  She yanked on the
straps, pulled the mattress backward, toward him.  Her toes barely touched
the ground.
   His hand, flat in the center of her back, pressed her hard to the bed.
She sniffled and gasped for air, and relaxed her grip on the straps.
   "That's a good girl.  Another deep breath."
   They inhaled as one.  Artemus eased back, and his hand traced a line up
her lash.  Lila's body shivered as the sting traveled up toward her back.
   "That was for not doing as I asked."
   Her breath stopped mid-exhale.  The fire ran up her other thigh, a
repeat on the one before it, joining in fresh misery.  Lila yanked hard on
the pulley and her ass met with his thighs.  The hairs on his thighs
tickled the swelling whelps on her body.
   "That was for stalling when I told you to follow me."
   Lila sobbed through clenched teeth.  The second blow hurt much more than
the one before.  She braced herself for another lash, but it never came.
   Artemus kneeled behind her and rubbed something soft and slick on each
thigh, his strong, rough hands feeling strangely comforting.  As he
massaged up along the curve of her ass, her sobs turned to muffled
whimpers. "I-I'm so sorry, Sa-Sarum.  I promise I will do as you ask."
   "I know you will, Lila.  You're a good girl, but even the best girls can
use reminders." He lay down beside her and pulled her on top of him. 
Lila's eyes went wide.  He was naked, and his erection bobbed between her
thighs.
   She widened her legs to straddle him, winced a little as sweat stung the
whelp.  "I'm sorry."
   "Hush now.  You've had your punishment.  No more apologizing.  You want
to tell me why you couldn't finish with your reading before going snooping
in my things?" He rolled his hips pushing the shaft of his cock along her
swollen slit.
   "It's boring." Lila looked at him with a weary eye.  "I mean, I just--"
   "You don't like the book?"
   "No."
   Artemus sighed heavily, and caressed her neck and shoulders while slowly
stroking outside her.  "Read one chapter more, and if you still can't find
interest, then I'll accept a report regarding your full opinion of the
book. We'll move on after I review it with you."
   Lila pushed up on her elbows.  Ow!  That stung her butt.  She frowned
through the pain and tossed her head to the side.  "How can I tell you my
full opinion if I only read one more chapter?"
   "This is your assignment Lila.  That you find it unpleasant is okay. 
Why does it bore you?  What is it lacking?  What can you think of that was
more suited to your taste?  How could it be better?  Understand?  I
assigned the reading for a reason.  That the other books were entertaining
is a pleasing coincidence."
   "Yes, Sarum."
   "When you finish, you can pick one magazine that you want to borrow from
me.  When you are done, I can put them away without destroying anything."
He pulled her down onto his chest, and Lila was back to haunching his
erection, pushing her swollen clitoris onto him.
   ***
   Lila ran to the door and waited to hear Artemus' key in the lock.  These
days she was always waiting for him to open the door.  She couldn't wait to
look at him and see if he looked happy, or tired, or worried.  She
anticipated being whatever he needed to feel better or more relaxed.
   Once she had him feeling better, they would go into the kitchen.  She
would sit on a stool and help him prepare dinner while they talked.
   They would either relax together playing games or reading.  Bedtime,
they would caress and kiss each other until they fell asleep.  There wasn't
a single night that passed when she didn't drift to sleep on the heels of
an orgasm.
   This evening Artemus did something different.  Instead of heading to
bed, they went on the back porch.  The air was cool and thick from the
humidity of coming storm.  Artemus sat on a low chair and pulled her into
his lap.  Together they watched the lightning filled thunder head as it
crossed the sky.
   She reached down between her legs and pulled his cock from his shorts.
   "Hold on." He stood and dropped his shorts.  Lila cast off her shirt.
   She got back in his lap with her back to him and put him against her
slit, one eye on the lightning show in the sky.
   He cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples as she finally placed him
at her entrance.  She rocked her hips up and down, rubbing her clitoris as
she worked him deeper inside her.  Artemus tightened his arms around her
and bounced her on his cock at a steady rhythm.
   She coated him with her cream, it smacked as she pulsed around him. 
"Close, Sarum."
   He felt so perfect.  Her pussy loved to feel him inside her.  Artemus
bounced her harder, his hips bucked up.  Lila groaned low in her throat. 
She loved this feeling, so close, just about to cum, his cock swelling.
   Lila didn't move, breathe, or make a sound.  Her existence was distilled
into a bright white light of euphoria.  She gasped, writhed, and shivered
as she came down.
   "Damn, you're amazing.  Turn around."
   Lila got up and crawled back into his lap facing him.  He cradled the
back of her neck and grabbed her ass, ground his cock deep into her.
   She caressed the stubble on his scalp, gently scratched her fingers down
the back of his neck.
   "About to fill you up, Lila." He drove deep one last time.  His muscles
rippled and clenched as he did just as he promised.
   Thunder clapped making both of them jump.  Lila and Artemus chuckled as
they kissed.
   "Better get inside now.  I'd like you to sleep in my bed tonight."
   "Yes, please." Lila held tight to his neck as he carried her in the
house and locked the door against the pouring rain.
   ***
   Lila woke and squinted at the red-orange light coming through the
window. Artemus had his arm around her waist, his hand on her belly.  She
put her hand over his, caressed his knuckles, outlined his fingernails.
   She turned over.  He looked to be sleep.  She reached down for his cock.
It was soft, his balls were hot, loose.  As she explored, his soft cock
extended, swelled, until it was hard.
   Lila, moving slowly, eased him onto his back.  She pulled the covers
back and squatted over his hips.
   ***
   The gorgeous woman riding his cock was magnificent.  Several feet of
thick black hair cascaded down her back.  Heavy breasts bounced and swayed.
The look on her face said that she was lost to lust, that happiness was a
hard cock in her pussy.
   Artemus didn't know this woman yet, he only dreamed about her.  Ten
years from now this would be Lila, six feet of luscious, cock hungry woman.
   He put his hands on her hips, thrust deeper into her.  Fingernails dug
into his chest.
   Artemus came awake with a low grunt.  Those fingernails were real. 
Fuck, the pussy riding his cock was real too.  Eyes still shut, he pumped
into the sweet pussy riding him.  His hands traveled up her frame, rounded
her back and pulled her down on him.  His girl.  Just a dream, he hadn't
slept through the best years they were going to have together.
   "Morning, gorgeous."
   "Morning, Sarum."
   "You close?"
   "I had an orgasm just before ...  before I woke you up."
   "Ah," Artemus chuckled.  "Very nice way to wake up, but spare me the
claws until after I've had coffee."
   Lila giggled.  "Yes, Sarum."
   Her laugh made his head swim.  Her hot pussy invited him to fill it up
with his semen.  His balls tightened in answer, asshole clenched and
pulsed. He slammed into her then stilled as he came.
   ***
   Lila straddled Artemus's butt as she rubbed the warm oil into his back
in tiny circles under his shoulders.  Corded muscle stretched from under
his arms down to his ribs like wings.  The hairs on his back were finer and
more sparse than the ones on his chest.  Her thumbs worked into the muscles
along his spine toward the rise of his ass.  Artemus had a nice butt, firm
and round, not soft like hers.  She worked back up his back ending at his
neck muscles.
   He rolled his head forward and made a low sound of comfort.  He squirmed
under her.
   She drug her nails down his shoulders to the rise of his ass.  She
circled her hands on the firm cheeks.  She leaned forward and lightly
nipped the edge of his hip.  When he didn't react, she bit again, this time
a little harder.
   "Ow!" He playfully exclaimed.  "What are you doing?"
   "You bite me all the time, Sarum." She kissed the red mark she made.  "I
wanted to know what it was like, why you do it."
   "Do you know now?"
   "A little." She pressed her hands on the insides of his thighs.  He
spread his knees apart and her finger tips brushed over his scrotum.  Using
both hands, she rolled his balls in her hand, gently stretched them away
from his crotch, then went back to tenderly rolling them.
   He pulled his knees up, giving her room to play.  She poured more
massaged oil into her hands and kneaded his ass, letting her thumbs curl
into the crack, rubbing the space behind his balls.  Her fingers brushed
over his anus, he jumped but didn't tell her to stop.
   "Does this feel good?"
   "Yes, Lila.  It--" He breath caught as she pushed inside the hole.  The
ridges of his muscles rippled around her finger.  "Very good."
   She used only one finger for a bit, then tried adding another.  She felt
something, rubbed it a little.  What was that?
   "Lila," he growled.
   "Yes, Sarum?"
   "Don't stop now."
   She giggled and pressed on the spot again.  He twitched, the same way he
did when she first put her lips around the head of his cock.
   That gave her an idea!
   She pulled her fingers out.  "Turn over, please, Sarum."
   He got on his back, his eyes hungry and a little impatient.
   Lila didn't waste any more time.  She squeezed more oil onto her palm.
Two of her fingers returned to his ass, burying back inside.  The other
took hold of his shaft and slid up toward the head.
   He spread his legs and groaned.  His whole body went lax, save for the
occasional clench of his ass.  When she curled her fingers upward, his cock
pulsed in her fist.
   "I want to watch you spurt, Sarum.  I want to feel it run down my
fingers."
   "Fuck, baby girl.  Keep stroking me.  Just like that."
   Steady, short strokes, his ass ground down, the ring of his ass
tightened on her fingers.
   A thick jet of semen shot into the air, roped across her fingers,
dripped down into his pubic hair.  He groaned low, making short pants as
she coaxed the last bit from him.
   He twitched a last time as she pulled her fingers out.  He lay still,
eyes closed, chest rising with deep breaths and a smirk on his face.
   She cleaned her hands in the bathroom and wiped him clean.  "Does your
back feel better now, Sarum?"
   "Much improved," he opened his arms to hold her, "but I may need more
therapy later."
   She snuggled with him and broke into a wide grin.  His hands rubbed up
and down her back, not in a massage, just petting her, soothing her.  She
rolled onto her and lay beside him.  He shifted and kept touching her, his
fingers making her skin come alive.  Was this the way he felt when she
touched him?
   ***
   Artemus had been excited all evening long.  The kiss at the door when
she met him was longer and harder than usual.  He kept her close as they
prepared dinner and set the table.  His hand reached out to stroke her
shoulder, pat her back, or a gentle squeeze of her ass while they shared
dessert.
   Each caress made Lila more eager for bedtime.
   He pulled her with him to his bedroom.  They didn't make it to the bed
before he held her close and kissed her, his lips moved to her neck, her
shoulders, licking and biting her.  She shivered as his teeth scraped her
skin.  He hooked his arm under her ass and carried her the last two steps
to the bed.
   His weight came down on her, and he rolled her legs up.  She stroked his
thigh as he spread her bottom.  He pushed two fingers into her slit and
brought the cream up to her clitoris.  Lila closed her eyes with a soft
moan and spread her legs wider.
   "Keep your eyes on me, Lila."
   "Yes, Sarum." A shiver ran through her body.  His voice sounded gentle,
but firm and strict at the same time.  This was the voice he used when he
wanted her complete attention.
   He pushed his wet finger into her anus, twisting his hand back and
forth. "Your pussy is getting even wetter.  Does this feel good?"
   "Yes, Sarum."
   "I'm going to add another finger now." His voice went deeper, thick with
lust.  "Yeah, relax that pretty ass for me." He smiled at her and as he
stroked his cock, coating it with thick lubricant.
   Lila braced herself and held her breath as the head of his cock made her
asshole stretch and warm.  She whimpered, but didn't want to stop him.
   "It's going to feel better.  You're so tight." He groaned sharply as the
head of his cock slipped inside.
   Lila cried out and threw her arms around his neck.
   "You all right, baby?  I'll pull out if you want."
   "No.  Don't!" She squeezed him tighter.  "Just, wait."
   He chuckled.  "Here," he moved her hands to his hips.  "You drive."
   Lila pulled him a little and immediately stopped.  Her bottom burned so
much.  She wasn't sure if she liked this, but then she looked at Artemus.
His eyes were closed, his jaw tight.  She reached down to rub her clitoris,
and rolled her hip against the end of his cock.
   Her sphincter relaxed and she pulled him to her body until he was laying
on top of her, his cock deep in her ass.
   Artemus pulled her into a kiss, rubbing up and down her thigh.  "Relax,
darling.  There's no rush." He growled and kissed her neck.  When she
loosened, he pulled back and eased deeper, pinning her to the bed.  She
could feel his every twitch and swell.
   "Keep touching yourself.  I want you to orgasm while I'm fucking your
ass."
   Lila pressed two fingers into her slit and stroked up and around her
clitoris.  He leaned over her, propped on his elbows and kissed her lips.
   "That's it.  Learn to love my cock in your ass." With that, he worked
his hips, stroking her ass.  He pulled almost all the way out and pressed
back in deep.
   It was different than the way he made her pussy feel, but no less
intimate, no less special.  The pain never fully went away, but it didn't
distract her from feeling good.  She rubbed faster, building the heat in
her belly.
   Seconds later the feeling intensified.  She arched her back and shut her
eyes tight.  Artemus smacked her ass.  Her eyes opened with a yelp.
   "I want to see and feel you come."
   She gave him her everything, trembling and mewling as she came, looking
into his eyes.
   Artemus slammed against her, swelled, then tensed as he ejaculated.  She
lay limp under him, blanketed in the heat of his body.  Sweat form little
pools in the corners of her body.  Braced on his arms, they kissed softly
as he pulled from her bottom.
   ***
   Artemus put his hand against Lila's stomach and rubbed his fingers up
and down her wet slit.  Half sleep, Lila shifted and moaned.  His finger
curled up and rubbed circles around her clitoris.
   Lila kissed his neck, moved her head back and forth to feel the scratch
of his stubble on her face.  She loved waking up early with him, touching
and cuddling until they absolutely had to get out the bed.
   Unable to lie still any longer, she sat up and straddled him, working
her aroused pussy on his finger.  "Morning, Sarum."
   "Morning, Lila."
   When he brought his knees up, she lay back against his thighs.  He
didn't have an erection?  Did she miss something?
   She yelped and fell backward.  Artemus had spread his legs, causing her
to lose balance.  Before she could sit up he grabbed her ankles and pulled
her feet forward.  She stretched her arms out, but he quickly pinned them
with his legs.
   "Sarum?!" Heart racing, disoriented, she didn't say anything more.  When
he exhaled, cool air teased her exposed pussy.
   His tongue made a long, thick swipe, then he fastened his mouth down on
her.
   Her head dropped back.  She couldn't get any leverage to press herself
further onto his tongue.  He held her by the knees, keeping her feet from
touching anything but the wall.  He went slowly, too slow, exploring every
bump and fold at a snail's pace.
   Patience did not help.  Minutes passed and he kept to that same teasing
pace, keeping her bound and suspended, unable to move.  She trembled, her
thighs shook as she tried to close them around his head.
   "Sarum," she whined.  "Please, Sarum.  I need it." Her pleas devolved
into a whimper.  She wrapped her arms tight around his legs.
   He sucked on her clitoris, his tongue sped over her.  Her clitoris
burned, swelled, throbbed with the need for release.
   Wordless noises came from her as a spasm rippled down her spine.  She
arched, nearly pulling away from Artemus' mouth, but there was no real
danger of that.  He had a firm grip on her legs.  Lila's mouth opened in a
silent scream.
   He set her aside and took his legs from around her body.
   "How did you learn how to do that?" She mumbled.  Her head was still
swimming.  Being held like that, unable to move.  The orgasm seemed even
stronger.
   "I've been doing this sort of thing for a very long time, precious." He
switched positions until he was able to hold her, both their heads at the
foot of the bed.
   Artemus was old enough to have gray hairs.  He must have had other ...
other people before her.  Lila didn't like the idea of it.  Not that he had
been with anyone else, but none of them were here with him now.  She might
not be around-
   "Lila?"
   "Yes, Sarum?" Don't cry.  Don't cry.
   "None of them were half as special as you."
   She turned until she could wrap her arms around his neck and buried her
face into his chest.  Then she cried with happiness.
   ***
   "Lila!"
   Lila startled so badly that she fell half off the couch.  Her heart
thundered as she hurried to his voice.  Was he hurt?  Angry?
   She rounded the corner into her bedroom and stopped in the door frame.
Artemus held a bag of chocolate chips in hand.
   For the longest time she just stood there, shivering, waiting.
   "You asked me if you could have chocolate yesterday, didn't you?"
   She swallowed thickly.  "Yes, Sarum."
   "What did I tell you?"
   "You told me no, Sarum, but you had so many bags."
   "You thought I wouldn't notice?"
   If she said no, then she'd be in trouble.  If she said yes, she'd be in
trouble.
   Artemus folded the bag closed and kicked her drawer shut.  "What did I
tell you about answering me?"
   "I didn't think you'd notice, Sarum."
   Three steps.  He was up on her before she could react.  He put his arm
around her shoulders and led her to the kitchen.
   "These," he counted out two bags.  "Are for the layers.  These," two
more, "are for the topping.  And these," four bags.  "Are for the cake. 
No, Lila.  I did not need this one, but I spent the past half hour looking
for it so that I could give it to you." He took his arm from around her. 
"Sit."
   Lila wiped the tears from her cheeks.
   Artemus set the bag on the counter.  "Finish it."
   Lila looked at the bag, then pulled it over.  She wasn't in trouble? 
She popped a few in her mouth and smiled secretly.
   Meanwhile, Artemus kept working on dinner.
   After a handful of chips she closed the bag.
   "I said finish it."
   She unrolled the bag with a slight frown.  If she ate too many more then
she wouldn't want dinner.  She chewed the chips rather than letting them
melt in her mouth.  The chocolate sat heavy on her stomach.  Too many more
and she'd end up getting sick.  "It's too much."
   Artemus tossed the half empty bag.  "Take a bath and go to bed."
   Lila ran for the waste bin and a stream of chocolate and bile left her
mouth.  Go to bed?  They were supposed to be having dinner!
   "I'm sorry.  Please."
   "I promised that if you disobeyed me, I would punish you, and that
punishment would hurt.  When I finish baking this cake, I'm taking it to
the community center and giving it away to those who wish they had half the
life you have found.  Get out!"
   She ran to the bathroom, snatching her clothes off.  Her stomach
fluttered, but she didn't puke again.  "It was just a bag of chocolates,"
she grumbled.
   The next morning, Lila turned over in bed and wrapped her arm around her
aching belly.  Everything smelled like chocolate.  The house, her clothes.
   She didn't expect to find solid warmth in the bed behind her.  Artemus
smiled at her puzzled expression.  He pulled her into his arms and sighed
heavily.
   "I'm sorry, Lila."
   Her look of bewilderment deepened into a frown.
   "I acted out of anger, and that was wrong of me.  You stole my surprise
for you, but like you said, it was just a bag of chocolates." He chuckled
as she stiffened in his arms.  "Please tell me I haven't ruined chocolate
for you."
   She shook her head.  Nothing could ruin chocolate!
   "Enough to have cake for breakfast?"
   Lila shifted until she could look at him.  "I'm sorry, Sarum.  I took
them after you told me no.  I knew I was doing wrong."
   "What else have you done thinking I'd never find out?"
   "When you were busy with work, I skipped some of my lessons and watched
movies instead."
   "The part of your review you 'forgot'?"
   "Yes, Sarum.  I didn't forget."
   "Keep going."
   Lila took a deep breath and barreled full speed into her confession. 
Afterward, they got up, prepared for the day, and had a late 'breakfast' of
chocolate cake and mimosas.
   "Are you going to punish me?"
   "Yes, but not right now.  I'm going to be selfish.  It's been three
months since I brought you into my home." He put a piece of cake on his
fork and held it to her lips, then licked a bit of frosting from the corner
of her mouth.  "I love you, Lila." He murmured.
   "I love you too, Sarum.  I love you the most in the world.  I'm so
sorry. I'll try to be better."
   "I know you will."
   ***
   "Welcome home, Sarum." Lila said with a grin as she worked the large
black button of his suit jacket.  She loosened his tie, unfastened his belt
buckle.  Her deft fingers worked down the front of his crisp light blue
shirt that she had helped him put on that morning.
   She folded his jacket and set it over the rack and did the same with his
tie, shirt, and trousers.  Once she had him in nothing but his briefs, she
walked Artemus to his large chair.
   A curious grin on his face, Artemus sat and waited.  Lila had never
undressed him at the door like this.  She usually followed him to the
bedroom and chatted with him while he undressed for the day.
   After being such a terror, she wanted to make it up to him, to show she
was truly sorry.  The whelps on her ass were almost gone.  Only a few faint
red traces remained.
   Lila gathered all his clothes and took them to his room, put them away
just as he would have.  On the way back to the sitting room, she poured him
a bourbon with two large, shiny cubes of ice.
   She ruffled her hand through her hair.  Though Mistress Allie had cut
her hair for being too frazzled, Artemus had let it grow longer and longer.
She entered the sitting room, her hips swaying, nipples erect, skin covered
in the shimmery lotion he liked to use on her body, holding his drink in
hand.
   "Did you have a good day today?" Lila settled into his lap and gave him
his drink.
   "As far as I'm concerned, it's an excellent day." He made a low sound as
he sipped the liquor.  He set the drink aside and leaned down to take her
nipple in his mouth.  He pulled at the nub with his teeth, sucked it, laved
it.  Underneath her, his cock shifted and swelled.  He sat up and took
another sip of his liquor, then switched to her other nipple.  He pulled
back and with a wet smack.  "Get these off, baby."
   Lila stood and tugged on his briefs, helping him to get completely
naked.
   His cock bobbed up and down.  A bead of liquid formed at the head of his
cock.  Lila took to her knees and licked the sweet liquid with the tip of
her tongue.  A sticky stream of liquid stretched from the head of his cock
to her bottom lip.  She cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them.  She
licked her lips and slid his cock into her mouth.  She took more of him in
her mouth, running her tongue against the underside.
   She curled her lips over her teeth like he taught her and sucked on him.
Lila didn't stop until she nearly choked.  She wanted him deep in her mouth
the way he got deep in her pussy.
   He ran his fingers through her hair, over her cheek, touching her lips
along the seam where his cock slid in and out of her mouth.  The hand
dropped and he gripped the arm of the couch.  Seconds later, he swelled and
coated her mouth with his ejaculate.  He pulled her back into his lap and
held her close while he finished his drink.
   Empty drink set aside, they talked about Lila's day, her reading and
studies.
   "Next week, I'm taking you to work with me.  Every year, we showcase the
talent, but it can go late into the evening.  You will be part of the show
and working it with me."
   Her heart and belly fluttered the longer he explained.  She was going to
go to a show with him?  Help him?  See the people he worked with?
   When he took business calls at home, he said things like copy, and
layout, and cover potential.  Lila didn't know what any of these things
meant, but she knew that her Sarum did very important work getting a
magazine to print.
   "Thank you, Sarum!  I'd love to help you with your show!" She straddled
him, covered him in kisses from his neck up to his face.  She put her hands
on either side of his head.  Bristles of hair tickled her palm.  "You've
overdue for a shave, Sarum."
   "I know, sweet heart.  I usually go after work, but I'm always so eager
to get back to you."
   "Could I do it?  Could you teach me how?"
   "Not with my razor.  I could buy one that would be easier for you to
use." He rubbed his hand up and down the black hairs on her thigh.  "You do
my head and I'll get your legs."
   "Okay!" Lila grinned as she felt his renewed erection between her legs.
She rocked her hips until his head met with the opening of her pussy.  She
pulled her knees up and put her feet flat on the chair at his side.
   Artemus slouched down and focused on the spot where she sank onto his
cock.  Holding the arms of the chair, Lila rose and fell, pumping his cock
at the perfect angle, squeezing her vaginal walls tight as possible.
   Lila settled into the steady rhythm of her pussy sucking on his cock,
coating it with her arousal, making him groan and growl.  Her own sounds
joined the fray, high, sharp.  She was about to come, so close.  She
slammed down on his cock, a good kind of discomfort, one that brought her
closer to climax.
   He met her thrusts, his cock pulsing.  The contractions of her orgasm
milked his cock, holding it tight as she surrendered to pleasure.
   Artemus pulled Lila forward, his hands stroked her back.  "That was a
very nice welcome home, Lila.  Thank you."
   ***
   Lila looked in the wall-length mirror.  She turned profile and held her
chin up, practiced the standing poses Artemus taught her.  She rolled her
shoulders back, tucked in her belly.  The ringlets of her high pony tail
barely moved.  The woman who had done her hair sprayed and gelled it into a
sculpture.
   The shiny black sandals had a heel higher than any she had ever worn. 
Lila imagined walking onto the stage, finding her place, taking her pose.
She had a series of four that she would shift between.  A room full of
people would be looking at her.
   Lila pulled on the delicate deep blue panties, careful not to snag the
material.  The matching bra was next, and she leaned forward to let her
breast settle into the cups, then adjusted the straps.
   How did these models keep a wet spot from showing while they walked? 
All those eyes on them, half naked, or completely naked?
   Maybe they didn't.  Lila had never been to a show like this.  She'd
never seen a model outside of magazines and ad boards.  She caressed the
fabric outside her clitoris, making the muscles in her stomach ripple.  Her
manicured nails looked like they belonged to another person, an older
woman. What would Artemus think if she rubbed her pussy like this, with
hundred of people watching her?
   Artemus seemed amused the first time Lila asked if she could pose in a
magazine like the ones he had in his closet.  She had only asked once, just
for fun, but now she got to pretend she would be along with the other girls
in this show.
   Lila slipped into a silk black robe and headed out.  It was very nice of
her Sarum to allow her to pretend to be a model for a day.  The place that
did her hair and makeup also poured a warm honey on her outer pussy lips.
She frowned, confused, and a second later, breathed through the sharp and
sudden pain.  They did it all over, even her face.
   She didn't cry and bite them like she wanted, but put on a brave face
for her Sarum.  This is what models did, let people handle and paint them,
sculpt and mold them.  People who weren't Artemus, people he told her to
obey.
   "Lila," Artemus called from the other side of the door.
   "Sarum?" Lila opened the door and grinned at him.  With her heels, she
could kiss him by leaning forward slightly.  She couldn't because of her
lip stick.
   "Follow me." He led her out the small room into a large room filled with
shelves of delicate under garments and gowns.  "You remember Charlene?"
   "Yes, hello Charlene, a pleasure to see you again." Lila dipped to
curtsy.
   "Precious," Charlene said with a smile.
   "I'll say." The man looked like Artemus, save his eyes were blue.  He
had a full head of dark brown hair, and he was not as bulky as her Sarum.
   "I said to wait." Artemus said with strain in his voice.
   "Why would I do that?  I want to see the girls.  Where are your
manners?"
   Lila held her breath.  Why was this man talking to him like that?  Who
was he?
   "Lila, this is my brother, Hector.  Hector, this is Lila."
   Nothing more.  No explanation of their relationship, no order to call
him by a certain title.
   "Lila," Hector rolled her name in his mouth and turned on the charm.  He
extended his hand and Lila took it, half expecting him to kiss her.  "Very
nice to meet you, though I'd been hoping to catch you without the robe."
   "You'll sit in the audience like everyone else," said Artemus.  "I'll
talk to you when I'm done here.  Go."
   Hector winked at Lila then left the room.  Two other women entered, both
in black robes.
   Charlene waved the women over.  "Lila, this is Olivia and Thalia, two of
our experienced models.  They will help you learn as much as you can for
tonight."
   Lila opened her mouth to say hello but couldn't speak.  She knew them!
She had seen them!  Almost all of the 'Candy Cane' magazines had them in
it. She was struck by how gorgeous they were, even more than on a page.
   Thalia's blond hair looked like it had been spun from gold.  Olivia's
trade mark carrot colored hair was full and gorgeous, framing her tiny
face.
   "Lila will be working the show with you," said Charlene.
   The women looked at each other, apparently surprised to see Lila.
   Lila smiled as well, not sure if her appearance was a good surprise or
not.  Their makeup was perfect, their skin looked flawless.  Olivia was so
tiny!  She wouldn't have to tuck anything in.  There was nothing on her to
even pinch!
   "Happy to have you," the blond said.  Her eyes traveled the length of
Lila's body.
   Lila felt ill at ease with their continued scrutiny.  Had she done
something wrong already?
   Charlene pointed to a shelf on the far wall.  "All those are in your
size.  The rest are for the other girls.  You remember how to check fit?"
   "I do."
   "Good.  You'll do that for the others.  When you take anything off, put
it in that plastic bucket."
   Charlene wouldn't see to the fitting?  Lila watched the older woman walk
out.  Three other women in robes walked in.  Much skinnier than Lila.  She
could even see the ribs on one girl.
   "So, Lila," Olivia pulled at the belt of her robe.  "How long have you
been working?  I've never seen you before.  Did you just get picked up by
the agency?"
   Someone behind her snorted then cleared her throat.
   Lila crossed her arms to keep the robe from opening.  "I've never
modeled before.  Sarum said I would be in the show."
   Olivia and Thalia shared another look.
   "Sarum must be a friend of Artemus, I guess," said Thalia.
   "A really, really good friend," Olivia stage whispered.
   They acted like they knew everything in the world, but they didn't know
how stupid they sounded just then.
   "Sarum Artemus Cane," Lila said with smug satisfaction.  His full name
sounded foreign on her tongue.  She had only spoken it out loud once
before. Sarum had fallen ill, and she needed to cancel an appointment for
him.
   "Sarum is what slave--" Olivia broke off mid sentence.
   "She's his toy," Thalia said at a whisper that Lila could still hear, "a
cheap one."
   "Lucky toy."
   "I know.  Right?" They walked over to a mirror and messed with their
hair.  "I heard someone was keeping him busy.  I had no idea it was a,"
Olivia paused as if searching for the word, "what are you supposed to call
them?"
   "Adoptees?  No idea.  Bertram used to have one, but I didn't know him
that well."
   "Bertram, I understand, but Artemus?" Olivia laughed and tossed her hair
to the side.  "Why bother?  Think he won it in a bet or something?"
   Thalia turned around as if remembering Lila's presence.  "Where is he
keeping you?  Did he put you in the Towers?  Oh!  What kind of car did he
get you?"
   Lila struggled to keep her voice calm.  They looked and spoke so nicely,
but Lila didn't feel like they were being nice.  "I can not drive.  I live
in Sarum's house."
   "That's a new one," Thalia's thin brow arched a moment.  She made a soft
sound and pointed to the shelves.  "We have three scenes.  The girls will
come in and change between each one.  Make sure they don't put the used
clothing back on the shelves."
   Other women primped and preened, six of them, including Lila, but all of
them tall, thin, and gorgeous.  Healthy long hair, smooth skin, taunt
bellies.  She was accustomed to being around naked girls, but not naked
women, not such singularly beautiful and graceful women.
   "I mean, I knew he liked them young, but damn." A woman said across the
room.  The rest of her comment was drowned by the chatter of others.
   "Well, no one is going to steal her, that's for sure."
   Soft laughter.
   She was determined to keep her cool.  Ignore them.  It would go away. 
Redwood taught her how to keep quiet around finger-pointing and whispers.
   What was she supposed to learn from them?
   "She reminds me of Leather Girl," Thalia said.
   "Who?"
   Lila couldn't help it.  She wanted to know who Leather Girl was as well.
   "Few years ago, I think.  You must have been in Gem Valley.  Yeah, with
that video contract," said Olivia.  "Art had the entire top floor of
Paradise Hotel during Carnival.  The theme was leather and chains.  You
know he and Marcellus came with the best swag.  One of them was this
gorgeous brick red braided belt.  Forget flashing your knockers.  They
wanted the whole fruit bowl.  Nothing the world hasn't seen of me already,
so what did I care, right?"
   "Absolutely."
   Lila checked the fit of a flaming red bra on a waif of a girl.  Artemus
had three braided leather belts in his closet.  They were soft to the
touch, and smelled of restoration oil.
   When she got to Redwood, she heard about Carnival, the festival that
celebrated the end of winter with food, drink, and decadence.  People would
show parts of their body in exchange for gifts, depending on that year's
theme.
   "He had a rack full of them.  He'd belt them around the women, ply them
full of food and drink.  Great night.  Anyway, it was getting late, he had
a few left when this girl walked into the room.  I knew she was in trouble.
Wide eyed, curious.  She didn't have on a costume or a mask.  Stuck out
like a cactus in the glade.  Cute thing.  Had that farm girl look to her."
   "Grass fed."
   Talia hummed in agreement.  "Exactly!  All squiggles, rolls, and curved
lines.  Thick." Thalia lowered her voice slightly.  "Obviously the way he
prefers them."
   Lila went to take a drink of water.  Her jaw hurt from keeping her teeth
clenched so tight.  She looked over the swell of her breasts, at her
thighs, her belly.  Squiggles and rolls?
   "She had on these white denim shorts and pink top.  It didn't cover the
muffins she was baking though.  She walks up to Art and asked him what she
had to do to get a leather belt.  He puts on that smile of his and says,
'For you, just smile.' Poor thing.  She wore the biggest, dumbest smile
you've ever seen.  Baited and roasted.  He put that thing around her waist.
I thought to my self, 'you have no idea what cage you just stepped into.'"
   Olivia giggled.  "Not a shred.  We certainly didn't.  Then what?"
   Lila could see the whole scene in her head.  She knew his smile, his
tone of voice, the way he touched her when he wanted to fuck.  She knew the
kind of smile he liked.  Was it dumb to be happy?  To be adored?
   How would they know what Leather Girl was getting into?
   "Hour later, I needed the bathroom, and I knew he always kept the
cleanest suite, so I went back.  The place was dead, which made it easy to
hear - you would not believe the noises that girl was making.  I didn't. 
So I took a peek in the room.
   "He had her on her knees in the middle of the bed, tied to the headboard
with those belts.  One on each wrist and another around her neck and waist.
Another two were around her ankles.  At least I thought it was around her
neck.  She had it in her mouth.  He pulled back on it like a bridle while
that," Thalia rolled her eyes, "monster of his pounded her like he was
beating an old rug.  Fuck, I miss that most of all."
   "No way.  I'd take the tongue any day.  It never hurt me."
   They giggled, and Lila got her answer.  Thalia and Olivia were more than
experienced models, more than pictures in a magazine.
   Olivia checked her eyes in the mirror then straightened.  "Did he make
that low growling noise?  You know, like a dog with a bone?"
   "You bet!"
   "I can't believe I missed that!"
   Lila was out the door and walking.  Heels, black underwear, and not a
stitch more.  She searched every room until she found him at a desk,
looking through a massive album with Charlene and another man.
   All she could do was breathe, breathe and not cry.  Her pulse rocked her
body, threatened to knock her off balance.
   "I'll come back in a few minutes." Charlene closed the album and pulled
the other man out the room.
   "What's the matter?" Artemus rounded the desk and rested his arms on her
hips.  They were eye to eye.  The smell of him.  They knew that smell. 
They knew everything.
   "Did you fuck those women too?  Do you fuck everyone you meet?  Why
would you put me with them?  They hate me!  They keep talking about your
past 'toys' and that I was just a cheap slave." Further words stuck in her
throat.  "I don't know what you do, why you know them.  Why am I here,
Sarum?"
   Instead of angry, Artemus looked happy, amused.  His lips curled into a
sly grin.  "Candy Cane is my magazine.  I own the company.  Marcellus and I
also run Perfect Skin.  Familiar?"
   Both the magazines in his closet.  Lila nodded.  "Why are you so happy?"
   "Because you're so upset.  What did they say?  That I fucked them?  That
I've fucked other women?"
   She nodded again.
   "I bet you they didn't bring that up until they learned about you.  What
did you tell them, baby?"
   "The truth.  I live with you.  I don't have a car.  You are my Sarum. 
Am I your toy?"
   "I do love playing with you.  I see how it might be easy for someone to
think you are." He brushed a finger over the swell of her cleavage.  "Were
you cheap?  Yes, but I did not determine your value, another did.  I've
said things to you they have never heard."
   "What have they never heard, Sarum?"
   He leaned forward and kissed the shell of her ear.  He squeezed her ass.
"I love you.  All day I think about you.  I wake up every morning with your
naked body pressed to mine.  The smell of you makes my cock hard.  Looking
at you on that stage, in next to nothing, beautiful and gorgeous.  That's
what I want.  If I brought you to work with me everyday, I'd never get
anything done." He kept his tone soft and low, that purr Lila knew so well.
   "What would you do if I were here every day?" She put her hand down
between his legs, stroked his erection.  "Would it be hard for you to work?
Would you need to fuck me?"
   Artemus spun her around and bent her over the desk table.  He pulled the
panties off, down her thighs until they fell at her ankles.  Lila arched
her back.  She sighed as his cock met the opening of her pussy.
   "You won't get any work done this way, Sarum." She giggled and wore 'the
dumbest grin you've ever seen.' With the heels on, she didn't have to
balance on her toes.  All she had to do was hold on and let her Sarum fuck
her.
   Wet smacking sounds filled the room.  The wet slap of his balls managed
to graze her clitoris.  Lila arched back, pushed against him, wanting him
deeper.
   The door opened.  Lila turned her head to see Thalia and Olivia in the
doorway, mouths open.  Nothing they hadn't seen before, right?  Lila
tightened her pussy in time with his thrusts, milking him, knowing just how
to bring him off.
   That low growl, that feral growl of his grew in volume.  "Love you,
Lila. Take it, baby girl.  I am all yours." He wrapped his arm around her
chest and lifted her off the table, grinding his cock into her pussy.
   The door shut as he reached orgasm, thrusting hard into her body.
   "Better now?" He grabbed a tissue and dabbed between her legs before
helping her back into her panties.  He put a fresh tissue between her legs.
"Keep that there for a few minutes."
   "Yes, Sarum." Then softer, "thank you."
   "My pleasure.  Make me proud."
   "Yes, Sarum.  I'll make you proud."
   "Good girl.  That's why you are here."
   ***
   A silver sedan parked in front of the event center.  A tall young man
opened the passenger door.  A golden haired woman stepped out and took his
hand.  The woman's clothes were a perfect fit, flowing around her body like
a breeze.
   Charlene smiled and greeted the pair.  "Looking gorgeous as ever,
Marcellus."
   "And you, Charlene.  Have you met my son, Ian?"
   She smiled warmly at the handsome man.  "A pleasure, Ian."
   His hands were smooth, but strong.  When he smiled, his ice blue eyes
shimmered with mischief.  "Likewise, beautiful."
   "Tone it down for an hour or two," Marcellus chided.  "Will Artemus have
a few minutes before the show?  He hasn't seen Ian for several years."
   "I'll take you to him.  I believe he's still in his office." Charlene
led the famous designer and her son toward Artemus' office.  She knocked
and waited.
   "Come in," Artemus snapped.
   Artemus and his brother, Hector, stood in front of the long desk. 
Hector appeared frustrated while Artemus looked relieved.
   "Two of you alone in the same room?  I'm surprised your bullish natures
haven't caused more of a havoc."
   "We were getting close." Artemus walked over and took Marcellus' hand,
kissed the back of her palm.
   "Any fires for me to put out?"
   "You already have," he nodded toward Ian.  "You've grown into a fine
young man."
   "I'm surprised you remember him."
   Artemus laughed as he shook the young man's hand.  "If I was wrong, then
you took a young lover in the spitting image of yourself."
   "I'm glad you know better than that.  He's taking charge of the new
store on the coast next year."
   "Impressive.  You'll enjoy the show tonight."
   "I've heard wonderful things, sir." Ian flustered a moment.  He had
meant to call the man Artemus, as his mother did.
   "Wait till you see.  I have seats reserved in the front row."
   "Let Hector show him.  I need a moment."
   ***
   "Come on then," Hector cast his brother a pointed glance before leading
the young man out the door.
   A tall, slender blond was just a little bit ahead of them.  She was
barefoot, wearing a silk robe, and held a bottle of champagne in one hand
and glasses in the other.  Hector and Ian kept their steps quiet as they
followed.
   She stopped at the changing room door, but couldn't turn the handle.
   Ian rushed forward and pulled the door open for her.
   "Thank you very much," she flashed a brilliant smile and stepped into
the room.
   Ian surveyed the room of models.  Brunettes, graceful shapes, pink
nipple.  Damn.  Even the help was dressed for the occasion.  She kneeled
beside the tanned girl in black, working to straighten the mesh around her
knees.  The lush girl squat, her full ass begging for two strong hands to
squeeze it.  Damn, he could have a good time with her.
   "Excuse me," a redhead gave him a terse smile and pulled the door shut.
   "Artemus did say you'd like what you saw."
   "No kidding.  It's different when you see them moving around."
   People took their seats and the crowd began to hush.  Ian found the seat
that read: 'Marcellus +1' and took up the catalogue in the seat.  He sat
down and stared at the cover.  The redhead was familiar, as was the blonde.
He flipped the pages, hurriedly, searching for the one with dark hair and
wide body.  It was a long shot, but Ian hoped she was more than just help.
   Even if she was, he could make her a better offer.
   "You'll see them in person soon enough." Hector said with a laugh.
   Marcellus and Artemus took their seats and the lights dimmed.
   The blond and redhead led the walk over to the scene.  Ian's breath
caught in his throat as the luscious raven-haired girl followed, third in
line.  She looked younger than them all, but tall, stocky.  Her ass shifted
with each sway of her hips.  Whispers went through the room, men leaned
forward in their seats.
   The first scene was a bedroom.  Each model took up a position, on the
bed, in a chair, posing on the floor.  It had the feel of a sedate slumber
party.  Each girl showing off the garment under the bright lights.
   "Do I need to call somebody for you?" Hector whispered.  "You don't look
well."
   "Who is she?" Ian took in the bounty of her cleavage.  Heavy breasts
filled the lacy black bra.  There was a reason larger women didn't walk the
runway.  All he could think about was ripping that fabric off her, climbing
between her legs.
   "The one with meat on her bones?" Hector said with a grin.  "Lila."
   "She's nothing like any model I've ever seen.  In my mother's business,
I see a lot of them."
   ***
   Lila took a deep breath.  The first change.  She had to remember to move
gracefully, each moment fluid and natural.  She moved from sitting half on
the desk toward the bed, switching with Olivia.  Book in hand, she lay over
the bed, legs spread, not a care in the world.
   The effect the women had on the audience was audible.  The set captured
the whispers, whistles, and smattering of applause.  Was any of it for her?
Was she doing it right?  Lila could not change her pose, could not look
into the audience.
   She could look at the others, smile at them, blow kisses.  Thalia's
boyish stomach lay flat and featureless from hip to hip.  Lila took a
breath and tucked in her belly.  Her thighs were wide and round, not
straight and slack like most of the others.
   At their cue, Lila set the book aside, rose to her knees, and let her
head roll back like she did while riding her Sarum's face.  The underwire
of her bra pressed her to ribs.  The fabric held her tits out perfectly,
keeping them molded and perky.
   The others had struck a similar erotic pose.  Lila had no way of knowing
whether the audible groan had anything to do with her, but she imagined one
of those voices belonged to Artemus.
   Don't look.  Don't look.
   Time.  In single file, the girls left the stage, for the next costume
change.  Lila felt light-headed, buoyant, elated.  The crowd's applause was
heavier now.
   ***
   "My goodness, Artemus," Marcellus said.  "Where did you find her?"
   Ian leaned over to hear the answer.
   "I had her made," he answered.  "Just for me."
   "Tell her to lay off the breads and sugars.  I doubt anyone remembers
what she was wearing."
   "I sell more than clothes, Marcy."
   "Don't call me Marcy.  That won't work on me." Marcellus picked up the
program and fanned her face.  "Is she in the video industry?"
   "No." He smirked as if keeping a secret.
   ***
   Lila was still woozy as she tossed the black panties into the bin along
with the others.  The second group of girls were already out there,
switching through poses and coquettish looks.
   "To Lila.  You did a great job." Thalia poured her a glass of champagne.
"Keep it up.  Two more rotations left."
   "Thank you." Lila took a tentative sip of the champagne, cool, bubbly
liquid spread over her tongue.  It wasn't as strong as Artemus' bourbon, or
even the wine they shared over dinner.  She finished the glass with a
smile.
   Half naked, Lila buzzed through the room, fastening garters, tucking
tags, and adjusting straps.  When it came time to put on her red bra and
sheer boy short.  Olivia rushed over to help.
   Thalia filled her glass with more champagne.
   It was almost full, and Lila took it all in a few swallows.  Her
breathing slowed and the nerves faded into the background.  Olivia's finger
tips felt cool from her own champagne, comforting.
   Walking onto the stage was easier this time.  The crowd did not feel as
oppressive and judgmental, the glare of the lights did not bother her.
   The rest of the show went by quickly.  The changing room was a blur of
stripping, redressing, and more cups of warm champagne.  When it was over
she felt as if she were floating back to the changing room.
   "I love him so much.  Always an open bar." Thalia held a bottle upside
down until the last drops dripped into the cup.
   Most of the women were already dressed, and filing out the room.
   Lila found her dress.  It was one of the first Artemus had bought for
her.  It had to be 'taken out' at the dress shop before the event though.
Charlene had called her a ragweed as she measured and adjusted the fit.
   Conversation roared in the showroom over the soft electronic music
coming through the speakers.  The chairs were stacked along the back wall,
long tables of food with waterfalls of drink took their place.
   She stepped out of the flow of so many strange people.  Standing along
the wall, she searched the crowd for her Sarum, listened for his voice. 
Her skin tingled, her cheeks felt fuzzy.  Careful of her makeup, she tapped
her cheek.
   "Who was that cow in the show?"
   "I heard she lives with Mr.  Cane.  Definitely not in the business."
   "That explains it.  Thirty pounds of lard is not sexy." The woman
tittered.
   "Way too generous.  Try forty."
   Lila worried the inside of her bottom lip.  She had on a dress now. 
Maybe she should take her hair down.  No one would recognize her.
   A young man with bright blue eyes and spiked blond hair dodged the few
people between them, as if he were trying to get to her.
   "Hey," he breathed.  "Where's your drink?  Can I get you something?" He
didn't wait for her to answer.  He snapped his fingers and one of the
servers headed in their direction.
   He was dressed in nice clothes.  Lila had come to learn what that was
from Artemus.  The bulge in his pants looked substantial as well.
   "Here." He handed her a cup of ruddy colored punch.  "You were
wonderful."
   "You mean me?  Really?"
   "Couldn't take my eyes off you.  Those other girls." He moved beside her
to let traffic pass.  "The looks on their faces were plastic, practiced. 
Everything about you was real.  Do you do any other work?"
   "No," Lila drank the punch.  It had a bite to it, but she kept drinking.
"I-I'm not a real model.  This was my only show."
   "But you are a natural," He grinned into his drink.  His eyes settled on
her cleavage, then on her lips.  "Naturally gorgeous, sexy, sensuous."
   Lila froze in place, unable to speak.
   "You should ditch the clothing.  I'd love to see you pose like that
naked."
   Her heart raced, breath turned shallow.  "I ...  I don't ...  who?"
   "My apologies, Ian Whitcomb."
   "Your eyes are like the sky."
   "I'm glad you think so."
   "I'm Lila."
   He stood closer to her, though there wasn't anyone in his way this time.
"Did that turn you on, posing out there for a crowd?"
   She nodded.  She'd had to wipe her pussy between sets, always afraid
someone would see her wet spot.  Did he?
   "Are you wet right now?" He whispered.
   She was startled by the question.  Frantically, she looked up, scanned
the crowd for Artemus.  Where was he?  "Yes," she breathed.
   "What's your schedule like?  I'm in town for a week or two.  I'd be
delighted to spend it with you."
   ***
   "Come now," Marcellus tugged him away from the crowd.  "Let me meet this
newest play thing of yours."
   "She's not a play thing.  I think you'd be impressed if you can stop
thinking of her as a model."
   Marcellus tsked.  "I never thought of her like that for a moment. 
Merely a child you were trying to impress.  Where does she come from?  I'm
worried she may have a hold on you.  Are you taking care of her?"
   "Thank you for your concern," said Artemus.  "Many take advantage of my
good nature, but Lila earns it."
   They both saw Ian at the same time.  His hand was on Lila's cheek.  She
winced and pulled back slightly, but not enough to break his hold.
   "Your son and I seem to share more than a appreciation of fashion,"
Artemus said.
   "Damn him.  He's like a hound.  Ian Whitcomb!"
   The young man spun around at the harsh whip of his mother's voice. 
"Hey. I was just getting to know Lila here--"
   "Hush!" Marcellus hissed.
   Lila broke free of the wedge he'd created between his body and the wall
and hurried into Artemus' arms.  Three steps, but Artemus could see she
wasn't steady on her feet.
   "Take your heels off before you hurt yourself."
   "Yes, Sarum." She went to the floor and hiked her leg up to undo the
straps.
   "Didn't believe it for a second," Marcellus whispered.  "But I do
believe she is good for you."
   "Shit," Ian said, understanding the mistake he'd made.
   It had been a long time since he last felt like this.  How long?  Ian's
age, or not far from it.  He wanted to take a swing at him, leave his jaw
bruised, nose bloody.  What if she hadn't turned down his advance?  The
mere thought had him smelling blood.
   "Sarum?" She was still on the floor, heels in hand, skirts flared.
   He wasn't Ian's age now, much older.  Old enough to reach for patience
and find plenty of it.  His little jewel had never had such attention
lavished on her.  Ian was younger, faster, more handsome.  What did she do?
Drunk and dazed, she pulled away from him.
   He smiled down at her.  "You need help?"
   "Yes, Sarum.  The floor is rocking."
   He reached down and hefted her into his arms and cradled her ass.  She
sat straight up, putting most of her weight on his arm.  "Lay on my
shoulder."
   "But my make-up?"
   "The show is over.  You can get as messed up as you like."
   She wrapped her arm around him and settled onto his shoulder.
   "I'm sorry, sir.  I didn't know what to do."
   Artemus nodded.  Several eyes in the room followed him as he carried the
'delightfully curvaceous novice' out the room.  Nothing could stop him or
slow him from being alone with her.  "You didn't want him to kiss you?"
   "Uh uh," she murmured then kissed his neck.  "I belong to you, Sarum.  I
only want to belong to you, for ever and--" She burped and the sweet smell
of strawberries and champagne filled the hallway.  "I love you."
   Artemus bit down on his tongue to keep from laughing.  How did he end up
so fortunate?  So lucky to pick her from all the others?
   "You smell good."
   Artemus kicked his office door shut and settled into his couch.  He held
her, rubbed her back, kissed the side of her face until her breath turned
heavy with sleep.
   The office door opened and Charlene poked her head through.  Artemus
wrapped his arms tighter around Lila, reluctant to let her go, to rejoin
the rigors of work.
   "Should I have Ray bring your car 'round back?"
   "I need to get back."
   "Nonsense.  Let the tongues wag.  Watch the next issue fly off the
shelves."
   He grinned and cradled her in his arms.  "Thank you, that would be
good."
   ***
   Lila groaned as she turned over.  Her head ached, mouth felt tacky and
disgusting.  She scratched her stiff hair as she shuffled to the bathroom.
His bathroom smelled of soap and cologne, it was still a bit humid from his
shower.
   After washing up, Lila belted on her robe and followed the smell of
coffee into the kitchen.  Though she was mostly awake, she kept her eyes
half closed to keep most of the light out.
   Artemus set a mug of coffee on the counter and added cream.
   "What happened to me?"
   He chuckled.  "When you drink at a party, you need to remember to have
water and food as well.  Feel like some breakfast?"
   Lila made a low grumbling sound of disgust.
   "Just a slice of buttered toast then.  We're going to have a busy day."
   Busy?  She frowned, but kept her head down and sipped from the hot mug
of creamy caffeine.
   "Hector and his partner will spend a couple days with us.  Her name is
Silvia."
   Silvia sounded like a beautiful name.  "What is she like?  Have you met
her?"
   "We have never met, but the only room I have available needs a good
cleaning."
   Lila whined slightly.  She just wanted to go back to bed, not cleaning
or moving, or anything.
   "None of that." Artemus sliced the cheddar and put a small skillet on
the stove.
   "Yes, Sarum." She whispered.
   Minutes later, he set a quarter-cut grilled cheese sandwich down in
front of her.  The smell put a smile on her face.
   "I was scared."
   "What was that?"
   "I was scared.  I wanted him to get away, but I didn't want to make him
angry." Lila grinned as she nibbled on her breakfast."You saved me.  Thank
you, Sarum."
   "If someone is bothering you, make sure to speak politely, but firm. 
Say exactly what you want."
   "Yes, Sarum."
   ***
   Boxes, dust-covered furniture and floors awaited then.  She wiped down
the furniture while Artemus took the boxes into the attic.  They put fresh
sheets on the bed and cleaned out the dresser for their use.
   The guest room was across the hall from Artemus' room.  Would they fuck
in this bed?  Would she be able to hear them?  They'd certainly be able to
hear her.
   Once their chores were done, Lila 'dressed for company' which meant more
than a shirt or just the skirt, or nothing at all that she typically wore
around the house.  Lila put on a violet skirt and white fitted tee.
   She stood in front of the mirror.  The tee stretched around her chest,
her dark nipples easily visible.  She switched the current outfit for a
dress, light blue with dark green paisley.  Much better, the dress made her
appear older, like the lady of the house.
   An hour later, Hector pulled up the drive.  Lila ran to the window and
peeked out.  Artemus stood on the porch.  The sun had just begun to set,
casting a gorgeous orange-red through the wispy clouds.
   Hector got out of the passenger side and marched up the path.  A short
woman in skinny jeans and a dark shirt got out of the driver side and
grabbed a large bag out the back seat.  She took long strides in her heeled
sandals to catch up with him, her long dark hair fanned out beside her
face.
   Hector looked back with an impatient expression.  He lowered his head
and said something to her.  She nodded and wiped her palm on her jeans.
   Lila stepped back from the window and waited just inside the door.
   Artemus walked them inside.  "Welcome to our home, Silvia.  This is
Lila."
   "Thank you." Silvia said with a big smile.  She had pretty, brilliant
teeth.  She turned that smiled to Lila as well.  "Pleased to meet you."
   Hector looked Lila over, his nose flared when he saw her barefoot,
without makeup, and her curls untamed.  "Much homelier than when I first
saw her."
   "Why shouldn't she be?  This is her home."
   "Lila, please show her where she can put her bag."
   She led Silvia down the hall and extended her hand into the guest room.
   "Smaller than I expected," Silvia said as she set the large bag on the
foot of the bed.  "Is this a vacation home?"
   Lila frowned.  "This is the only home that Sarum has."
   "Ah," she smiled slightly.  "It's beautiful though.  Cozy."
   "It is.  I love it here."
   Silvia looked around the room a final time and headed down the hallway.
She was a full foot shorter than Lila, which was a little weird, seeing as
how she seemed older, perhaps in her thirties or late twenties.
   They entered the kitchen where Hector and Artemus already had drinks.
   "All I need is a place for a few months, until the funds are released,"
said Hector.
   "For both of you?"
   "Yes.  I don't need you to pay the utilities or anything.  Silvia makes
enough from her paintings."
   "Ah."
   Hector smirked into his drink.  "Unlike you, I don't have to buy her."
He turned and faked surprise to see the two women had entered the kitchen.
   "I know you have a place in mind, so which is it?"
   "The loft."
   Artemus held a bottle of wine up to Lila.  She shook her head.  Liquor
was the last thing on her mind.  When he offered some to Silvia, she looked
at Hector.
   Her flicked his hand in her direction.
   "Yes, thank you."
   Artemus poured a glass for Silvia then went back to stirring the pot
that had been on the stove all day.  The sauce filled the house with the
savory aroma of tomato, basil, and bay leaves.  "Fine, but if she's paying
the upkeep, it will be in her name.  Women don't last long with you."
   "Silvia is different from the others." He turned and winked at her.
   "What kind of paintings do you sell?" Artemus asked of Silvia.
   "Family portraits.  I take a series of photos from an event, usually
scenic or with the family home in the backdrop.  Then I create a large
canvas portrait.  It takes a while, but it pays well."
   Over dinner, Artemus and Silvia did most of the talking.  She wanted to
know about his magazine, and he listened to her speak about some of the
customers she dealt with.  Lila soaked in both sides of the conversation,
equally intrigued by their experiences.  Lila didn't work or have anything
she sold or did.  She belonged to Artemus.  She spent each day doing as he
asked her and seeking to please him.
   What did Hector do?  No one bothered to ask, and he didn't inject
himself in the conversation.
   ***
   "Come in," said Artemus.
   Lila was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.  She rinsed her mouth and
spit the water out just in time to see Silvia enter the room wearing a
sheer gown, sheer enough to see that she was naked underneath it.
   The petite woman's lips were drawn tight, her eyes on Artemus as she
approached the bed.
   "Sir," Her voice wavered, as if nervous.  "Thank you for having me in
your lovely home." She knelt on the floor in front of Artemus, in front of
their bed.
   Lila was only a foot behind Silvia, watching the scene with profound
confusion.
   "You are welcome.  Lila and I enjoy your company."
   Silvia took a deep breath and spread her knees.  "Sir, may I suck your
cock?"
   Lila made a soundless gasp.  She took a step forward, poised to grab
Silvia by her hair and drag her backwards out the bedroom.
   Artemus raised his hand to stop Lila.
   "I will also serve your girl in the same fashion, if it pleases you,
sir."
   Where was Hector?  Why didn't he know his partner was in here on her
knees?
   "Silvia," Artemus sounded amused by her offer.  "Tell Hector that Lila
and I appreciate the kind offer, but we decline.  I am sure he will
understand."
   Silvia rose and bowed her head.  She did not look at either Artemus or
Lila.  "Thank you, sir." The distress and confusion on her face seemed to
mirror Lila's own feelings.
   When the door was closed, Lila hurried onto the bed beside Artemus. 
"What just happened?  Why did she do that?  Did Hector really send her in
here?  Is she crazy?"
   "My brother likes to humiliate women, that's all.  He sent her in here
knowing I would reject her advances."
   Lila frowned.  "Can I go talk to her?  I don't want her to think I hate
her."
   "Go ahead, but if she's with Hector, wait until morning."
   Lila slipped into her robe.  "Thank you, Sarum.  I won't be long."
   She found Silvia in the courtyard.  Hiding in the kitchen, she could see
and hear Silvia and Hector a few feet away.
   Hector tugged at Silva's belt.  The robe fell from her shoulders, fell
at a puddle at her feet.
   "You weren't gone very long." He sipped from his drink and looked up and
down her body as if he were disgusted.  "What happened?"
   "He said to thank you, but no."
   "Worthless slut," he sighed and looked up at the sky.  "What made me
think you could follow through with such a simple task?"
   "I'm sorry, Hector," Silvia went to her knees and bowed her head.  "I
tried."
   "Did you offer to eat her cunt, too?"
   "Yes, sir.  Just like you said." Silvia rubbed her cheeks and sniffled.
   "Why would Artemus put his cock in your mouth?  Or trust his bitch with
your tongue?" Hector took another sip from his drink and sighed heavily. 
"Did you take your robe off?"
   "No, sir."
   Hector moved so fast.  Lila nearly gave her position away by screaming
when he smacked Silvia.  Her first thought was to run to Artemus and tell
him what Hector was doing, but the sight of Silvia hugging his knees made
her hesitate.
   "Please, sir.  Please, I tried."
   "Shut up.  I don't want you using that mouth for talking." Hector
fumbled with the fasten of his pants.  Lila knew what that meant.  Hector's
voice gentled as he said, "This is what you need.  Nobody else wants that
slut mouth of yours.  Nobody wants you but me.  I'll let you suck me."
   Silvia reached up and tugged on Hector's trousers with both hands and
pulled them down.  She wrapped her fingers around his cock and vigorously
milked it, pulling the skin over the head and stretching it towards her
open mouth.  Hector's cock grew in her fist, filling her hand and
lengthening.
   "You wanted him to say yes.  I know you.  I know you wanted that rich
fucker's cum in your mouth." Hector twisted his hand in her hair and turned
her to face him.  "Say it, slut."
   Silvia inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.  "I wanted to suck his cock."
   "What else?  What else did you want?"
   "I wanted him to use me.  I wanted his come inside my body."
   Lila felt her heart beat faster.  She feared Hector or Silvia would hear
her, see her.  She knew what it was like to suck on Artemus, to feel him
swell on her tongue, to have his strong hands cradle her head while she
sucked, but he was never so mean, so hateful.  Lila worried her bottom lip
as she thought again about running to Artemus.
   Hector forced Silvia's jaw open.  He rubbed the tip of his cock on her
lips, slapped her cheeks, knocked it on her nose.  Without any warning, he
speared his cock into her gaping mouth.  Her squeal choked off, become
guttural moans, wet hisses, and low gags.  He grasped her head tight
between his hands and forced his cock into her in a slow, deliberate
rhythm. Silvia went lax, her arms flopped limp at her side as Hector thrust
faster.
   "That's it.  Open for me.  You can't have his cock.  He wouldn't even
take you for free.  You'll have to settle for me, bitch.  This is the only
cock that will take you." Hector slammed her to his stomach, held her
tight, his hips jerked.  He rocked her head from side to side, forced her
chin to his scrotum as his cock pumped in her throat.
   Hector was nearly as big as Artemus, and all of him was in Silvia's
throat.  Lila slumped against the wall, one hand over her open mouth and
the other wrapped around her midsection.  She squeezed her thighs tight,
her pussy muscles twitched.
   Hector's mouth opened in a silent scream, his legs kicked out.  He
seemed frozen in place.  This was Lila's perfect chance to escape, but she
couldn't.  He pulled Silvia away and she collapsed at his feet, coughing,
sputtering, and whimpering.
   Lila got back to her feet and was just about to run, but she stopped
when Hector leaned down and reached for Silvia's hand.
   He pulled her up into his lap, tucked her head against his neck. 
Artemus held Lila like this, many times, especially after a punishment. 
Silvia wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
   They shared a soft laugh and Hector swatted her on the butt.
   Lila turned and ran through the house, not caring if she was seen or
heard.  Her pulse beat in her ears, but she didn't stop, not for a second.
   Artemus stood by the window, one that gave him a view of his backyard,
that allowed him to see what she had seen.
   She closed the bedroom door behind her, and stood leaning against it,
chasing after her breath, trying to calm herself enough to speak.
   Artemus moved to the bed and opened his arms.  She took two long steps
and jumped.
   "Hector is an asshole!"
   Artemus chuckled shifted until he could look down at her.  "Is that so?"
   "Yes!  He was so rough and mean to her.  He slapped her, and then he
choked her.  Didn't you see it?"
   "I saw her hands.  Did you see her hands?"
   Lila nodded.
   "Tell me what she did with them."
   "Nothing.  They were just laying there." The more she thought about it,
thought back.  "Until the end, when ...  I think she tapped his thigh."
   "Then what happened?"
   "He pushed her away."
   "Tell me the rest."
   "Then," she sighed heavily.  "He picked her up, but--"
   Artemus clicked his teeth.  "Perhaps she enjoyed what happened.  Perhaps
putting her hand on his thigh was a way of letting him know she needed to
breathe.  If he were so mean," Artemus pointed out the window.  "Why are
they kissing right now?"
   Lila frowned as she watched them under the moon light.  Hector's pants
were still down around his ankles.  "I saw it.  He said really mean things.
You didn't hear him."
   "All right, before they leave.  I want you to get Silvia alone.  I want
you to ask her if she's okay, if Hector does anything that she doesn't
want. Okay?"
   She nodded, but the frown was still on her face.
   "I'm listening."
   She took Artemus' hand and placed it between her wet thighs.  He
reflexively stroked her puffy lips.
   "What's wrong with that, sweetheart?" He kissed the top of her head.
   "I hated it, but I liked it."
   Artemus pulled the covers over them, held her tight.  "Tell me what you
liked."
   "He fucked her mouth so hard, and she just ...  she just let him.  Each
time she gagged my pussy tingled." Lila shifted and his cock pulled itself
straight along her belly.  "I thought about you doing that to me, but I
don't want you to!  I don't want to do that.  I don't want you to be mean."
   "It's okay to think about it, Lila.  It's even okay to want to try it.
That is Hector and Silvia's relationship.  Hector likes to treat women that
way, and Silvia may enjoy it.  Either way, it's obvious that it wasn't the
first time for them.  Don't be afraid to fantasize."
   Her pussy was still wet, still throbbing.  She squirmed up his body
until she could feel his cock along her clitoris.  She stared down at him,
their eyes meeting in the darkness, then leaned down to kiss him, hooked
the corner of his mouth with her tongue.
   "Fuck me, please," she whispered.  "I want you inside me, on top of me."
   Artemus lifted her off his stomach like a doll and rolled their bodies
until she was on her back.  He snatched the blankets away from them and
pinned her wrists to the pillow over her head.  He made a low sound as he
felt her slick labia open for him.  His hips went slack, letting his full
weight drive his cock into her.
   Lila wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into him until
she could lock her ankles together.  He ground his cock against her and
Lila did the same, squeezing and writhing, needing to feel him just like
this.  "Please, I need you."
   He inhaled deeply and pulled back, rocking onto his knees and back into
her.  He thrust in and out with a steady rhythm.
   A familiar tension coiled in her body.  Her pussy contracted around his
cock, seeking the release he could bring her.
   "That's it baby.  Milk my cock." He jerked and thrust harder, within a
few minutes she was keening and moaning through her orgasm.
   ***
   In the next room over, Silvia lay on the bed stroking her slit.  Hector
lay on his side, cheek pressed into the pillow, snoring lightly.
   Her jaws ached from the delicious cock Hector fed her tonight.  She
rubbed her clitoris harder, straining not to move the bed, to get off
without waking him.
   Through the walls, moaning, grunting, croak of springs.  It sounded like
Hector's brother was putting it to that slut of his hard.  She almost got
the chance to suck on that cock, to coat it with her saliva.
   Silvia licked her lips, imagining Hector smacking her ass, telling her
what such a slut she was for wanting his brother's cock.
   Her body went taunt, shuddered, and then the sweat relaxation of
release.
   "Sleep well," Hector mumbled.
   "Thank you."
   "My brother is horniest in the morning.  Go try again.  Don't fail me
this time."
   "Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."
   ***
   Lila was rubbing lotion into Artemus' freshly cleaned body when the
bedroom door opened.
   "Hello." Silvia stepped in and closed the door behind her.
   "Yes, Silvia?"
   "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry."
   Artemus put moisturizer on his hands and began to rub Lila's arms. 
"Please, I understand.  I know Hector told you."
   "You did?" Silvia's eyes were on his hands, which had now moved to
Lila's breasts.  He had more than a handful in each hand, rubbing and
circling them in a slow motion.
   "Yes," his hands smoothed down Lila's front, toward her thighs.  "He's
my brother.  I bet you're only in here because he wants you to try again."
One of his hands rubbed her pussy and the other rubbed her ass.
   "Yes, I--"
   "The matter is settled."
   "Sarum," Lila moaned as she rocked on his hands.  "Could Lila and I
spend some time together today?"
   "That sounds like a great idea.  How about a shopping trip?  Would you
mind taking Lila shopping, Silvia?"
   Silvia was lost in the movement of his hands between her legs.  "No, not
at all.  I'd like that very much."
   Lila continued to rock back in his fingers.
   "Come here, on your knees."
   Lila whimpered, knowing what was coming.  She was so enraged at the
thought of him touching her, but now her body felt so good, and she didn't
want him to stop.
   "Stop."
   Lila cracked her eyes.  Silvia was on knees beside her.
   Artemus took his cock in hand and turned Lila to face the wall.  The
head of his cock pushed into her pussy.  Lila reached out for the dresser.
She turned to see that Silvia's face was beside their thighs.  She got a
close look at her Sarum fucking her.
   When he came, he did so on the crack of Lila's ass, then he grabbed
Silvia by the hair and pressed her face into Lila's ass.  "If you want my
spunk, you can have it.  Clean her up."
   When she was gone, Lila giggled.  "I think she did like that, Sarum."
   He chuckled and kissed her on the cheek.  "I do too."
   <->
   Epilogue: I present the essence of a Master / slave, Daddy / little
girl, Dominant / submissive dynamic without all the rigid trappings and
scaffolding the genre seems unwilling to deviate from.  I'm totally
willing.
Written: July 2014
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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