Inner Circle (16 page)

“I will, Simon. But when we’re alone you will take me to your bed, Simon, won’t you?” She looked down then back up at him, “I want that, Simon, I want to be in your bed with you; naked beside you in your bed.”

“Of course, Mrs. Ruben, my bed is where you belong. It’s settled then, is it not?”

“Yes, Simon, it’s settled. I’ll be…I’ll be good, Simon, good in bed. I’ll think of new ways to excite you; new ways to make love to your beautiful prick. I’ll please you, really I will.”

“You’ll love me more than you loved your first husband, yes?”

She lowered her head and licked the length of the underside of his cock before looking back up at him and answering. “Perhaps not more, Simon, but differently.” She saw the anger flash in his eyes and hurried to explain, “With my husband, Jeff, I was independent, spirited, often self-absorbed, keeping a large part of myself to myself. In our marriage we were partners. Equal partners. But I’ll hold nothing back from you. I give myself to you completely. Every night, Simon, I’ll make love to your cock. I want that, truly I do. I’ll live not for my pleasure, but for yours.” She paused and looked away. “Our marriage, Simon, will not be a partnership. You will own me, unconditionally.”

“Yes, you will be a wife and a pet. You will live only for my pleasure and Sheila’s,” he corrected.

“Yes, your pleasure and Miss Sheila’s.”

She bowed her head staring at his thick, deformed penis, still wet from her mouth and smudged with her lipstick. He sat looking down at her for several minutes. “We’ve both discovered something this evening, haven’t we Mrs. Ryan?’ Not looking up, she nodded. He leaned closer to her, “We’ve discovered that you adore my prick, that you revere and worship it. We’ve learned that your greatest pleasure will no longer revolve around your own orgasms, but will, instead, be derived from being permitted to make love to the prick of Simon Ruben. Am I correct, Mrs. Ryan? Is that what we’ve learned this evening?”

She looked up at him, her eyes soft and misty, “Yes, yes, Simon,” she whispered, “I do, I do adore your prick. I love to look at it, to imagine it filling my mouth. I can’t explain it, can’t explain exactly why. It’s just as you have said, something happened this evening. Maybe it has to do with my childhood fantasies about you. Maybe it’s your age, your demanding nature, the way you frighten and excite me, the confident and decisive way you have subdued and claimed me as your own.” She paused and looked down at his cock again before raising her head to look into his impassive face. “When we are together, dearest Simon, I wall count the hours and minutes until you allow me to kneel before you and take your great prick in my hands and press my lips to your hole and lick it, lick it for a long time, loving it, and lick your testicles and hold them in my mouth.” She rose up and kissed him gently. “I will make love to it, Simon. I will learn to take all of it in my mouth. I will suck and suck. And I will take your jism, Simon. I will swallow your jism and suck the last drop from your hole. At night, if you permit, I will sleep with my mouth next to your prick. When you sleep, I will kiss it, gently with love and gratitude.”

“Ah,” he sighed, “that image pleases me. The very young and very beautiful Kathy Ryan pressing her warm, wet lips to my prick as I sleep.” He pointed to his cock. “Suck me, Kathy Ryan, suck me till I cum,” he said.

She lifted up to kiss him again. “Thank you, dear Simon,” she whispered into his mouth. For a long time she licked his testicles and his shaft until they dripped with her saliva, all the while moaning softly. Then, opening her mouth wide she took the round knob of his cockhead into it . His cock was so thick she could take no more than a third of it at first. Slowly she moved her head up and down over his cock trying to take it deeper. Suddenly she felt his hands on her head and heard him shouting, “All of it, Mrs. Ryan! You said you’d take all of it!” He pushed her head down until she started to gag and choke. He let go and she lifted her head retching and coughing. They stared at each other for a moment. Her lips were swollen and tears coursed down her cheeks.

When she had regained her breath, she rasped, “Make me take it, Simon. I want to. Make me take all of it.”

She began again slowly, trying to relax her throat, trying to open wider, breathing through her nose. His hands on her head forced her lower and lower. When she gagged, he let up a little, and then applied more pressure. She thought she might suffocate. White lights flashed behind her closed eyes. She willed herself to take him deeper until, at last, her nose pressed against the base of his monstrous prick. It was then that he came, jerking spasmodically, this thick spunk filling her mouth and throat causing her to swallow repeatedly. The hot jism kept coming. She heard him cry out at first then grunt and moan as he continued to pump his spunk into her mouth. When he stopped cumming, he released her. She closed her lips tightly around his thick cock and slowly lifted her head until her lips covered only his piss hole. She sucked the last drops of his jism from it. Then, her lips coated with his cum, her eyes glistening with tears, she looked up at him. “Thank you, dear Simon. Did I please you? I tried very hard to please you.”

He had fallen back in the chair, his arms hung over the sides, rivulets of sweat ran down his face and his body, his cock had gone limp quickly and hung between his splayed legs like a long, thick, white sausage. He nodded. “Yes, you pleased me,” he said. “Now fetch me a Scotch.”

She had been on her knees so long, it was difficult to stand and she was unsteady on the stilettos. She hurried to the kitchen and noticed that Sheila seemed to be waking up. On her way back to the bedroom with the drink, she saw Sheila sitting on the couch looking confused. She had spilled her drink. Her shoes were lying on the floor beside the couch. When Kathy entered the bedroom Ruben said, “Walk proud to your lover, Mrs. Ryan, shoulders back, tits forward.” She smiled to herself knowing he liked looking at her body, knowing he owned it. He took the drink from her and waved a hand toward the make-up table.

“Yes, Simon,” she said. At the table she wiped her face clean and, exhausted as she felt, she again applied the mascara and lipstick.

He watched her. “Do you like the taste of my cum? The sweat of my balls? The scent and taste of my prick? Do these things arouse you, Mrs. Ryan?”

“Yes, Simon, you excite me as no man ever has before. Surely you must know that.” She finished applying the gloss to her swollen lips and turned to face him. “And your cum, Simon, is thick and it comes in hot spurts filling my mouth. I love the taste. I love it, Simon, I love your great prick.”

“Well then, you shall drink my cum every night from now on. He pointed to his bare feet. “I have trouble with my shoes and socks, trouble bending down. Besides, as you’ve surely noticed, I’m lazy.”

She nodded, “Yes, Simon,” and hurried to the living room to gather up his shoes and socks.

Sheila was still sitting on the couch. She frowned at Kathy, “I’m too fucking tired and drunk tonight, but I’ll expect you to lick my cunt tomorrow, bitch,” she snarled.

Saying nothing Kathy returned to the bedroom. She knelt at his feet with his shoes and socks. The toenails of each of his fat toes were long and yellow and thick. His pale feet were damp with sweat. He put his bare feet on her thighs. She placed her hands on his feet and looked up at him. “Is my mouth acceptable?” she asked.

For a moment he looked puzzled. She moved her hands over his toes and squeezed them gently. He nodded, “Yes, Mrs. Ryan, your lips are still wet and warm. I give you permission.” She bent down and pressed her parted lips firmly on the toes of his right foot and then the toes of his left foot, leaving a red imprint on each.

She looked up at him, “To remember me by in the morning,” she said.

“Ahh,” he sighed, “that will be another bedtime ritual when we are husband and wife, will it not?

Still kneeling before him she said, “Yes, removing my husband’s shoes and socks is a duty I’ll be honored to perform. She looked down at his feet then up at him, “And whenever he wishes, I’ll press my lips to his toes.”

The thin black socks were still damp with perspiration. When she’d tugged them on and laced and tied his shoes, she helped him into his sweat stained shirt. He reached for his shorts. She put a hand on his arm, “Please, wait just a minute.” He nodded. She dropped to her knees and lifting his heavy flaccid cock, she pushed it back against his belly and parting her lips leaned forward to kiss and tongue the sensitive triangle at the base of his cockhead. She looked up at him, “I love it, Simon. Can you tell?” She inched back, continuing to look up at him.

He pulled on his shorts and trousers, “Yes, Mrs. Ryan, it appears you do. Threats are no longer necessary, are they?”

“No, Simon, threats are no longer necessary. I want you. I want to belong to you.”

“You do belong to me, completely. I can do whatever I wish to you.” She couldn’t remember a time when she felt so aroused. The night Ezra Stein came to her house with the leeches, perhaps. On her knees, she watched him finish dressing, “Yes, dear Simon, I belong to you completely. You can do to me whatever pleases you.”

Kathy, still naked except for her heels, followed him into the living room. Sheila looked at her frowning. “Uncle, the bitch didn’t make me cum like she promised,” she whined.

Ruben smiled at her. “You fell asleep, my dear. Mrs. Ryan will make you cum tomorrow evening and every day and every night after that.” He turned to Kathy. “Isn’t that so, Mrs. Ryan? You will run and fetch for Sheila and get to your knees and lick her sweet cunt whenever she wishes?”

Kathy looked at the skinny young woman then bowed her head. “I’ll do whatever Miss Sheila requires of me.”

Sheila glanced around the room, “Where the fuck are my shoes?” she yelled.

Quickly Kathy knelt beside the couch to pick them up. “They’re here, Miss Shelia,” she said.

Sheila sat on the edge of the couch placing her feet on the floor. She glared at Kathy who hadn’t moved. “Well, you stupid bitch, you know what you’re to do,” Sheila stamped her bare foot.

Kathy crawled to her, “I’m sorry, Miss Sheila,” she said. She lifted Sheila’s left foot and slid it into the stiletto and buckled the strap around her ankle. She began to do the same with Sheila’s right foot.

“Kiss it,” Sheila demanded, “kiss Miss Sheila’s foot.” For the second time that night Kathy bent down to touch her lips to the young girl’s toes. “Tongue, I want to feel your tongue,” Sheila hissed. Kathy parted her lips and slid her tongue into the space between Sheila’s big toe and the one next to it. “That’s better,” Sheila chuckled, “that’s how you’re to do it from now on.” Kathy remained bent over, her head down. “Say something,” Sheila demanded.

Kathy looked up at her trying hard to disguise the hatred and anger she felt, “Thank you, Miss Sheila. Your feet are…are…they are very pretty.” As she buckled the strap she studied the long evenly ramped toes, the pedicured nails bright red, the high arch white and smooth. She looked up again into the haughty face, “They are very pretty,” she repeated. Sheila placed both feet on the floor and waved her hand as if dismissing Kathy.

Instead of standing, Kathy crawled backwards and remained on her knees, her head bowed. Sheila grinned up at her Uncle. “My little pet is learning her place, isn’t she? Oh, how I’m going to enjoy making her wait on me, making her run and fetch, making her crawl and kneel, making her service me with her lips and tongue.” She turned back to Kathy, “You will do those things, won’t you, Mrs. Ryan? You will crawl to me and kneel at my feet and wait eagerly to please and obey me?”

As the arrogant young woman spoke, Kathy felt the anger and hate seem to dissipate. The blood rushed to her cheeks and the familiar downward flow of heat moistened her cunt. She suppressed a whimper. There was a softness to her mouth and in her eyes when she looked across at Sheila again. “Yes, Miss Sheila, I will crawl to you. In your presence, unless you instruct me otherwise, I will kneel at your lovely feet. I will do my best to pleasure you with my lips and tongue in whatever way you wish.” She looked away then back at Sheila, “I...I…want very much to serve you…to do what you tell me to do, to obey you.”

Sheila was obviously surprised at this transformation. She leaned forward trying to determine whether or not Kathy was making up things she thought they wanted to hear. “If you’re lying to me, you bitch, you’ll regret it!” she shouted.

Kathy’s body tensed as if she’d been slapped. Tears came to her eyes. She bowed her head and had trouble speaking, “Please, Miss Sheila, what I said is the truth. I’ve learned my place, just as you said. All through this afternoon at the Country Club and this evening here at my house, I’ve gradually come to understand what I need, what I want.” She lifted her tear streaked face, “I want to belong to you and your Uncle, completely. I want to serve you. Please, Miss Sheila, please believe me!”

Sheila looked at Ruben, “Well, Uncle, if it’s an act it’s damn convincing. I’ll have to put my little pet to some tests tomorrow.”

Ruben smiled, “Yes, my dear Sheila, Mrs. Ryan has come a long way this evening. I don’t think she’s pretending. We now have something to play with, something to add interest to our days and pleasure to our nights. The bright and beautiful Mrs. Ryan is now ours.”

As he and Sheila prepared to leave, he gave Kathy her final instructions. “Spend tomorrow doing what is necessary to close up your house here. Pack only a small bag. From now on I will pick your clothes. You will dress provocatively but with style. I’ll send the car around for you tomorrow evening. Come to my house prepared to stay and to serve both me and my niece. We will talk further about the wedding.” He winked at Sheila, who burst out in a high-pitched screech. She gestured toward the still kneeling Kathy. “You can stand now,” she said.