ASL2: Chapter 17 "Master"

-- CHAPTER 17: Master --

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-- TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2008 --

Her house was a nice 2-bedroom in North Berkeley, too far from campus to walk, so I took the motorcycle. I first visited the house four years ago, and then made several repeat visits this past summer as well. So after parking in her driveway, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfortable familiarity as I headed up the walkway onto the porch and rang the doorbell.

Less than a minute later, the door opened and a 5’9” Eastern European beauty stood before me in a red satin robe, her chestnut-brown hair done up to show off her dangling earrings. “Benjamin,” Viktoriya Isakova practically purred, her Russian accent rich and luxurious. “So good to see you again. Especially on a Tuesday.”

“Sorry for the short notice,” I stated politely, if a little gruffly.

“Nonsense. This is a pleasant surprise, and I was quite excited to see your text. I did not wake up this morning expecting you to come here.”

I hadn’t woken up this morning expecting to come here either. There were no classes today because of the Veterans Day holiday, and JKE was closed as well (we closed for all bank holidays). That didn’t stop June from working on her laptop at home, but my original intention had been to sleep in a few extra hours, and spend some extra quality time with Kim, Dawn, and the twins. Maybe I could even pay a visit to the Tri-Delt house if the mood struck.

But then Kim had dropped her little bomb on me last night, and despite her best efforts to reassure me afterwards that she wasn’t actually going anywhere anytime soon, I’d gotten a pretty rough night’s sleep. Over and over again, I woke up in the middle of the night to find that I’d rolled away from Kim’s slumbering body, felt a surge of adrenaline as I panicked that she’d somehow evaporated into thin air and left me behind, and then quickly searched her out on the other side of my bed, sighing in relief each time that I found her next to me. I’d spoon myself up behind her, hold her tightly while promising to myself to never let her go, and then have to fight off the spike of adrenaline to fall back into fitful sleep.

That traumatized fear of losing what I had that I’d so proudly told the girls I was moving beyond during Sunday brunch? Yeah, it was back in full force, at least when it came to Kim.

BJ didn’t know it was a holiday so he woke up at his usual time. The hollering of a not-quite-potty-trained toddler with a wet diaper over the baby monitor ensured neither of his parents would sleep in, further compounding things. Suffice to say that sex wasn’t at the forefront of my mind when I finally rolled out of bed.

To be honest, sex still wasn’t particularly at the forefront of my mind, but from the way Viktoriya leaned against the doorjamb and drank in the sight of me as if undressing me in her mind to get at the pectoral muscles, six-pack abs, and fat cock the Tri-Delt pledges had fondled in my Spartan Warrior costume during the Halloween party, I knew sex was at the forefront of HER mind. And I knew then and there that the best way to get what I wanted from her was to give her what SHE wanted first.

So I took her.

I’d woken up in a weird mood this morning, not particularly interested in socializing. Not wanting to subject Dawn or the twins to my sullen attitude, I’d texted Viktoriya during breakfast asking if she could make time for me to come and visit today. She’d replied back within minutes that she was just lounging at home for her day off and would be available at my leisure, hence the short motorcycle ride into North Berkeley. I still wasn’t in a chatty mood, and the bags under my eyes probably contributed to my grim appearance. I smiled at my ex-professor almost malevolently as I walked forward, took her by the hand, and wordlessly led her over to the stairs.

Viktoriya resisted me, just once, not yet understanding what was going on. She pulled back on my hand until I snapped my head around and narrowed my eyes at her. “Yes, slave?” I growled in a tone of regal displeasure.

The 44-year-old professor’s eyes went wide at the term. I hadn’t called her “slave” in more than four years. Sure, we’d had that incredible summer roleplaying together, but our encounters from a few months ago with Kim and Dawn had been as equals. Still, she caught on quickly, shivering with excitement as she bowed her head deferentially. “My apologies, Master. I misunderstood.”

My eyes narrowed again as I stated in a low voice. “See that it doesn’t happen again.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied immediately, still with head bowed.

“Drop the robe. Master wishes to appreciate his sex slave’s amazing body.”

Viktoriya shivered again before standing up straight. Raising her hands to her upper chest, she delicately held the two halves of her red robe and pulled back. The silky material fell behind her shoulders, and as she extended her arms, the fabric slid down to puddle just behind her feet.

I paused to admire this exquisite woman who had aged like fine wine. The brunette beauty had the face of a fashion model with high cheekbones and delicate features highlighted by stormy dark blue eyes. She was trim and fit, with the body of a woman in her twenties, not forties. Her C-cup tits were high and round, clad in a sheer white bra held up by two thin strings on each side. She had an amazing ass from significant time spent on a Stairmaster and other workouts, and her legs were toned enough to leave a significant thigh-gap and clad in very sexy black hold-up stockings. Truly, age was just a number.

I stepped aside and gestured with one arm up the stairs. “Lead the way, slave, and put some sauce into your ass. I intend to watch you from behind.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied obsequiously, clasping her hands together as if in prayer as she bowed deeply. Then, standing up, the elegant older woman summoned all of her poise and dignity as she strode past me and began to ascend the stairs. And she held her head high with imperial majesty while sashaying her hips side-to-side with every step.

I followed after, admiring Viktoriya’s booty, until we made it to the second floor. I could practically see her planning out her next moves as we headed for her bedroom, perhaps pivoting on one foot before reclining across the bed in a sultry pose and curling a finger come hither, or sinking to her knees and requesting permission to open my zipper.

I never let her get that far. I already told you: I took her. Only a second after we passed through the doorway to her bedroom, I suddenly lurched forward, grabbed the stunning brunette around her midsection, and carried her up and onto her bed. I quickly assumed the dominant position, grabbing both of her hands and pinning them against the mattress close to the headboard while my heavier weight held down her torso. With a smirk, I felt a sense of déjà vu as I stared down into Viktoriya’s stormy dark blue irises and said, “This body belongs to ME, understand?”

“Yes, Master,” came her breathy response.

I grinned and stated evenly. “Let’s begin.”

****

“AAAAUUUGGHHHH!!!”

Viktoriya's back arched as she flung her head back, screaming her orgasm at the top of her lungs. Save for her hold-up stockings and the high heels I made her put on, my ex-professor was naked and on all fours in front of me. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. And most of her silky chestnut-brown hair had come loose to hang over her left shoulder.

“AAAAUUUGGHHHH!!!” she screamed again as I rammed my dick fully eight inches up her cunt. I kept fucking her through her orgasm, amplifying her sensations while continuing to bounce my pelvis off her tight booty. Her buttcheeks were firm, almost as tight as a coed’s. I would know, after all. If anything, she was in even better shape than she’d been four years ago.

“AAAAUUUGGHHHH!!!” she screamed one last time before her forearms collapsed and she dropped face-down onto the mattress. But I didn’t let up on my hammering thrusts, my six-pack abs now quite used crunching on and on and on. While I didn’t necessarily think the rest of my body had the endurance to breeze through an Ironman Triathlon, after all my training these last eight years of my life, my core muscles could certainly go on forever.

With her eyes covered by a black velvet sleeping mask with red trim, Viktoriya couldn’t see me even when she craned her head back to face me. But I could see the way her mouth gaped open wide, her plea for me to slow down or give her a break dying on her lips as lightning bolts of pleasure continued to shoot into her brain.

I didn’t slow down. I knew she could handle it. If anything, I added even more power to my thrusts, really banging her body forward. Her knees started inching up towards the headboard even though her upper torso didn’t move, and in the end she started getting folded together with her body forming an increasingly acute triangle, her ass high up in the air.

I eventually got to my feet and squatted to start piledriving her pussy at a nearly vertical angle while my imperious older lover whimpered and moaned beneath my unrelenting assault. And when I started spanking her asscheeks with both hands, she squealed and started cumming again.

After that orgasm, I pulled out and roughly flipped her over. She wound up splayed on her back while I stepped off the bed to the side of the mattress. Grabbing her hips, I yanked her bodily to the edge of the bed so that her ass half-hung into open air but pinned both of her legs back against her chest with my left arm so that she folded in half. Then I grabbed the riding crop I’d first used on her half an hour ago even before getting my dick in her cunt, and I switched her perky buttocks a few time hard enough to stripe a few extra welts alongside the ones that had formed before.

Viktoriya yelped and screamed at each impact, but her cunt was creaming out of control. And when I set the riding crop down, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and slammed my schlong back into her saturated snatch, she screamed in agonizing ecstasy once again.

She had another orgasm when I grabbed the riding crop and started slapping her tits. I felt myself started to get close to my own climax, so I leaned forward to fold the exquisite brunette beauty in half, dropped the riding crop, and started pinching her nipples between my fingers.

“Are you gonna cum for me again, slave?” I growled menacingly. “Is your slutty cunt gonna squeeze the sperm out of me?”

“YES! YES, MASTER!” she howled while I continued hammering her. “FUCK ME AND CUM IN ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR STUDENT SPERM!!!”

I laughed. “Not a student anymore, sorry.”

“FUCK IF CARE ANYMORE! FUCK ME! FUUUUUCK ME, MASTER! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

I’d been feeling a sense of déjà vu since I first walked up to the house, and I suddenly remembered how my first visit had ended. With that image in my mind, I swiftly pulled out of her sweet pussy and flipped her back over. Viktoriya wound up with her feet on the floor but spread to the sides like an A-frame but bent over the bed. I re-entered her cunt, bouncing my pelvis off her tight booty once more as I thundered down the final stretch. I took my pleasure from her tight pussy, seeking only my own satisfaction. Still, even on autopilot I made sure she got hers, and as she climaxed one more time, she started screaming “AAAAUUUGGHHHH-AACCCCCKKKKK!!!”

Her final scream abruptly choked off the moment my fat eight-inch cock invaded her unlubed asshole. Unlike my first visit four years ago, she didn’t have the benefit of pre-stretching from a butt plug, so I’m sure my chunky cockhead abruptly dilating open her tight sphincter must’ve been unpleasant. At least I didn’t try to bury my entire length in her, instead groaning with exquisite relief as I took my own shaft in hand and stroked out shot after shot after shot of scalding sperm straight into her anal chute.

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” Viktoriya howled in anguish as I hosed down her colon with creamy cum. Unlike Kim, I knew she could take it though and didn’t feel any twinges of guilt. My naughty professor certainly got off on a little pain.

“NNGH-NNGH-NNGH!” I grunted with the final three spurts of semen that spat from the tip of my shaft. And then getting a firm grip on the older woman’s hips, I used my own cum as lube to thrust my turgid tool the rest of the way into Professor Ice’s tight tailpipe.

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!” she howled one final time as her arms flailed out to the sides, feeling every last inch of my passage through her reamed-out rectum.

“UNNNNGGGGHHHH,” I grunted as my strength momentarily left me and I bent forward over her naked back. I planted my hands on the mattress to either side of her rather than collapse completely, but for a while both of us went otherwise limp.

We remained like that for a couple of minutes, Viktoriya too exhausted and too overwhelmed to do anything but lay passively beneath me with her tight asshole skewered on my shaft. But eventually, I lowered myself down to kiss her cheek with surprising tenderness, the first time my lips had touched her body all morning.

“Did you enjoy that, Viktoriya?” I asked gently, using her first name for the first time today as well.

“I loved every minute of it… Master,” she replied with a dreamy smile. “Fuck I needed that. I am so glad you came.”

“I’m pretty glad I ‘came’ as well,” I chuckled, wriggling my dick within her rectum for emphasis.

She groaned at my pun and shook her head. “Kids.”

I chuckled again.

“Stay in there until you get hard again. I want a proper assfucking and what you did at the end there was not enough.”

I kissed her cheek again and flexed my dick within her ass. Only one ejaculation down, I was pretty much already good to go. So taking a deep breath, I pictured Christian Bale’s Batman growl in my mind and let my voice drop an octave.

“Let’s begin again.”

****

Professor Isakova got her proper assfucking but stopped short of having me blast her bowels full of cum again. After her tenth orgasm of the morning she tapped out, wheezing, “No more… please, Master… No more…”

She seemed seriously overwhelmed, so I came to a stop and bent over to gently kiss her cheek again. She really was wiped out, so we gave up the Master/slave game and I wound up carrying her into the shower to clean up. Afterwards, we climbed naked into her bed where I sat up against the headboard admiring the beauty of my elegant elder giving me an extremely erotic blowjob with extra eye-contact, her irises dark blue sapphires that sparkled as she stared up at me with a look of surprising adoration.

I knew Viktoriya wasn’t in love with me or anything like that, but she certainly seemed quite appreciative. I still had no idea what had been bothering her to the point that she’d started yelling at Kim of all people, but given her current state of utter serenity as she lovingly worshipped my turgid prick, I had to believe I’d given her at least a few moments of peace.

In the end, she rapidly stroked my shaft in her hand while swirling her tongue around my mushroom cap. I groaned that I was about to cum, and she took me into her mouth to swallow every drop of my spending, save for the final few spurts. Viktoriya then gaped her mouth open to show me my collected cum on her tongue before gulping it all down. And then she went back to lovingly licking my long shaft until it finally began to soften.

Only then did she groan and roll over onto her back. I admired her gorgeously fit body, now completely in the nude after the shower. Her silicone-enhanced bosom remained perkily upright, her stomach was flat and toned, and she had a neatly trimmed landing patch below. I gently teased her nipples, walked my fingers down her stomach and through her thin thatch, and finally started teasing her clit with the tip of my middle finger. But she covered my hand and moved it onto her thigh, sighing, “I am satisfied for now, thank you.”

I chuckled and leaned back against the headboard. “Feeling better?” I asked.

“Much.”

“Wanna tell me what was bothering you to the point the girls insisted I needed to pay you a visit?”

Viktoriya sighed, shook her head slowly, and flashed me a smile. “It is nothing that concerns you. And now that I have a clearer head – unquestionably the result of your services – I realize it is not something that should have significantly concerned me, either. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The naked brunette then rolled over onto her belly and propped herself up on her elbow. Cocking an eyebrow and staring at me with the coolly intense and calculating glare that been part of earning her the nickname Professor Ice, she scrutinized me before stating, “I believe now is the appropriate time for you to tell me what is bothering you.”

“Hmm?”

Viktoriya’s eyes narrowed. “I could tell when you first arrived at my door that there was something weighing heavily on your mind.”

“I came over because Dawn said you were… overwrought.”

“I have been overwrought for a while now. If you were only visiting out of the goodness of your heart to help an old woman feel better about her life, you could have done so any number of times in the past few months. This was not the first time I not-so-subtly suggested to the girls that I would appreciate a visit. Something changed. Are you no longer worried about… ah… being ‘stretched thin’, as Kimiko put it?”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Partially. I mean, I came to realize I wasn’t doing myself any good living in fear of my relationships falling apart. I can put in the effort to have quality time with each of the people who are important to me, trust that they are willing to do the same, and have faith that we can always work things out so long as we both want to. In hindsight, it’s a pretty obvious thing to realize that relationships take work from both sides and that it’s not all on me, but…”

“But you got stuck in your own mind and failed to see things that clearly.”

“Yeah. I do that a lot,” I muttered rather critically.

“Do not be so hard on yourself.” Viktoriya flashed me a rare encouraging smile. “I too was stuck in my own mind up until this morning. You helped me clear it. Please, allow me to repay you in kind.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You’re not shoving anything up my ass.”

She barked a short laugh and shook her head. “Tell me what is weighing on you.”

I sighed. “Kim.”

Viktoriya’s eyebrows rose. “It is not coincidence that you came to visit me this morning.”

I shook my head. “Not a coincidence. When I woke up, I knew I wanted to come talk to you about her.”

“Exactly what about her?”

“She’s not a submissive.”

“This, I know.”

I frowned. “You seemed pretty dang certain she was a submissive when you kept telling me to ‘man up’ and take her back from her father.”

“I was wrong. Your solution proved it. You presented her with a choice, and she chose in a manner no true submissive would have selected. I genuinely enjoyed the game we played this morning – enjoyed being your slave – but we both know you are too compassionate to ever be a true Master. The ability to divorce one’s own emotions from a submissive’s pain is key to maintaining boundaries. You are too empathetic for your own good.”

I narrowed my eyes. “If that criticism is an attempt to get me to change, it’s not happening. I have no interest in divorcing my emotions from someone’s pain.”

“Please do not misunderstand. I was actually trying to pay you a compliment. As someone who is not a true submissive myself, I would not enjoy the experience of being used by a true Master. It is only because I know who you truly are that I can willingly roleplay and give you my complete surrender.”

“You put yourself in my hands knowing I would never actually hurt you.”

“Precisely. There’s a fine line between kink and abuse, and you meter yourself very well. It’s not about power; it’s about control.”

“Adrienne says that to me a lot.”

Viktoriya smiled. “She loves you very much, even today, from what I understand.”

I nodded and smiled, picturing Adrienne’s gorgeous face in my mind for just a moment.

“We are getting off topic. Tell me about my Kimiko.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Your Kimiko?”

“She gave herself to me, for a time. I will always own a part of her, as will you.” Viktoriya raised her eyebrows. “Has she finally told you she’s going to leave you?”

I blinked in surprise. “You knew?”

“She confides in me. There are things she tells me that no one else in the world knows. Not you. Not even June.”

I opened my mouth for a second and then closed it. “I was about to wonder about the implication that June knows more than me and then realized that makes total sense. And yes, Kim told me last night. Broke down sobbing about it.”

Viktoriya pursed her lips together and sighed. A moment later, she slipped off the bed and picked up her red satin robe. Donning it, she belted the robe at the waist and pulled the two halves together to remove even her cleavage from view. Catching my look, she smirked and said, “I do not mind you ogling me, but for this conversation, a little less distraction would be appropriate, no?”

I shrugged and caught my boxer shorts as she tossed them to me. After I put them on and leaning back against the headboard, Viktoriya sat down on the side of the bed, one foot still on the floor and one hand planted atop the mattress to brace herself.

Fixing me with a curious look, Viktoriya asked, “This IS what you wanted for Kimiko, is it not? You both have stated to me that marriage is not in your future. True, you will always be bound together by your shared son, but did you not want her to someday find a permanent partner of her own?”

“Yes, of course. Just not… now.”

Viktoriya frowned. “Did she say she would be leaving you now?”

“No. She said ‘someday’.”

“Again, did you not expect this?”

“She said ‘someday soon’.”

Viktoriya’s eyes narrowed. “This I have difficulty believing. Kimiko is barely two months into a two-year MBA program with a two-year-old child. This is not an ideal time for her to leave you.”

I waggled my head. “Uhhh, her precise words were more like, ‘maybe even someday soon’.”

“These are very different words, Benjamin. Specifics, specifics, specifics,” she scolded.

“I know, I know.” I shook my head. “I get what you’re saying about now not being an ideal time for her to leave me. But then why would she tell me last night? Why would she use the words ‘maybe even someday soon’?”

Viktoriya pursed her lips and closed down for a moment. She seemed to be weighing her words, and I took deep breaths of my own to keep my calm. Eventually though, she spoke.

“I will not betray Kimiko’s trust in me. But I believe you already know her feelings of… inadequacy… prey on her mind. She is very good at burying her negative emotions, but this does not mean those negative emotions do not exist. Sharing them with me helps relieve some of that pressure, but not all.”

I frowned. “You’re saying she’s gonna leave me because she can’t fit my dick in her ass?”

“That is a crass way of putting it, but she is only too aware that you are a man with a voracious and varied sexual appetite.”

“She means so much more to me than a body to be fucked.”

“She knows this, up here.” Viktoriya tapped her right temple. “But her self-esteem has always been… fragile. She is a follower by nature, who finds her self-worth in how well she can serve others, and her physical limitations frustrate her. It is not your fault. It is not her fault.”

“Physics.”

“She is not the physical type that inflames your loins at the mere sight of her. She does not have the aggressive, outgoing personality that makes your heart race to bask in the glow of her confidence and poise. You will never be each other’s - what is the phrase she said you favor? – her ‘Happily Ever After’. Give her credit for growing to a point where she will actively seek her own Happily Ever After instead of settling for… second-best in your household for the rest of her life.”

“Of course I would never want her to settle like that. I AM thrilled she’s examining her future and making a decision with her own self-interest at heart. I just…” I took a deep breath and sighed. “It hurts my heart to imagine a future without her in it.”

Viktoriya smiled. “She will be pleased when I tell her how much anguish this is causing you. She feared that you would react… indifferently.”

“Did she really think I wouldn’t care?”

“No. But the fear remained.”

“Sometimes I forget she’s just as young and scared as me.”

“She has her qualities. You have yours. Both of you have needed each other, and will continue to need each other for a long time to come, and not only for your son’s sake.”

“I’d like to think so, but then she has to go and say words like ‘maybe even someday soon’.”

Viktoriya took a deep breath, collected her thoughts, and fixed me with a steady look. She even reached forward to take my hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Kimiko loves you. She tells me you are an excellent and attentive father, especially considering the high volume of distractions around you and your high-pressure job. You are empathetic and considerate. You notice when things are on the floor and pick them up and put them away instead of waiting for someone else to do it for you; these little things matter. She says she receives… adequate… personal attention from you, and please do not take my use of that word as a negative. While of course she, like any woman, would appreciate more of your personal attention, she is still committed to your overall happiness and would not actually wish for you to neglect others in favor of her.”

I sighed. “Some days I wish there were two of me.”

“I share that sentiment,” Viktoriya commented rather saucily, her eyes sizzling. And for a moment both of us were imagining what it would be like to have me and my clone double-penetrating her.

“Ahem,” I continued, shaking my head to clear it. “You were saying?”

Viktoriya let herself float away in the fantasy for a few extra moments before sighing and focusing on me once more. “Kimiko will not leave you until she believes you are in a stable place. Quite likely, she will not leave you until you are happily married. She may not be a true submissive, but she is only just now beginning to imagine a future for herself without you – or any other master – taking charge of her. She is still but a child in many ways, afraid of facing the unknown on her own. She feels safe and secure in your household, and especially during these formative years for your son she would never take him away from you. But one day, Benjamin Junsaku will be old enough to understand that you will always be his loving father even if you do not live under the same roof. One day, Kimiko will take her first steps into even considering love and partnership with someone else. I do not know which of those two things will occur first, but until BOTH of them do, you should have no fear of Kimiko separating herself from your household.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “You really think so?”

Viktoriya smiled. “You already know the truth of my words. They are as blindingly obvious as the realization that the people in your life who love you will work equally as hard as you to keep you in their lives. Do not live in fear, Benjamin. Appreciate how blessed you are. The women in your life believe that you would move heaven and earth for them. They believe you would willingly die for them, if need be. But these qualities are not unique to you alone. Know that THEY would move heaven and earth for YOU as well. Take comfort in that knowledge. You do not need to live your life in fear of losing them.”

I narrowed my eyes again. “Call it learning from my own experience. Every time things seem to be going well, the ground drops out from beneath me. I agree that I shouldn’t live my life in fear and I can hope for the best, but would you not agree it is prudent to plan for the worst?”

“Being prepared is prudent. Expecting pain and sorrow, however, can be a self-fulfilling prophecy.”

I took a deep breath and mused on that. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Of course I am. I am always right,” she replied with a smirk.

I arched an eyebrow. “Even when you’re wrong?”

“A temporary circumstance,” Viktoriya snorted, her smirk widening to a grin. “I am always still right in the end.”

I smiled and gave her a nod in salute. “Thank you, Viktoriya. I feel much better now.”

“Likewise.” Giving me a warmer smile, the beautiful older woman scooted forward across the bed, a come hither look on her face. She puckered up and gently rubbed her lips against mine, a feathery kind of kiss. I kept expecting her to press harder and give me a really solid smooch, but she kept her control and eventually backed away with a dreamy sigh.

Viktoriya’s robe had come unbelted, the fabric swinging away from her naked breasts so that I could once again see her erect little nipples. She caught my gaze, smiled, and then looked back up at me without making any move to cover up.

“I am satisfied for now,” she stated with a smile. “You may conserve yourself for the many other young women who regularly require your services to brighten their lives.”

I blinked, raised my gaze to her face, and smiled back.

“But please do not forget an old woman. I would very much appreciate another visit sooner than later.”

“You’re not old, and I apologize for keeping you waiting as long as I did.”

“Apology accepted. Until next time, khakhalya.”

I blinked again. Khakhalya? That was a new one.

Viktoriya smirked, suddenly seized my head, and kissed me with all the ferocity she’d previously withheld. She pulled away just as suddenly as she’d kissed me, gasping and a bit wild-eyed. Out of nowhere, she slapped my cheek… pretty hard, actually. And still wild-eyed, she practically snarled as she scolded me, “Next time, not quite so hard with the riding crop. I will not be able to sit down comfortably for days.”

I chuckled and rubbed my cheek. “Acknowledged.”

Viktoriya caressed my cheek where she’d slapped it and gave me a sad smile. “If only you were ten years older. But then again, perhaps I wouldn’t enjoy this so much.”

I chuckled again.

She took a deep breath and stated simply, “Get out, Benjamin.”

I slipped off the bed, gathered my clothes, and began to get dressed. “Yes, ma’am.”

****

After parking the motorcycle, I hopped up the porch steps of the house and my key snicked in the lock. Originally, Dawn and I had planned to spend this day off from work and school together, but I’d regretfully cancelled knowing I needed to meet up with Viktoriya. And since Dawn had been badgering me to go service her professor, she had texted back with double thumbs-up emojis while telling me to send her another message when I was done so we could meet up.

Dawn was going to have to wait a little longer. I had somewhere more important to be.

Kim was in the living room with June when I walked in, eyes rimmed red from recent crying. June gave me her I’m-supremely-disappointed-you-failed-to-live-up-to-my-expectations-of-you-AGAIN look that she favored me with once or twice a day at work, but said nothing. I went straight for my hanamuguri, pulled her into my arms, and gave her a fierce, fierce kiss of longing and love.

Kim kissed me back with rapturous hunger, not particularly sexual but clingy and full of need nonetheless. I pulled her sideways into my lap while I held her close. And in that moment, I was ready to promise her the world, to love and to cherish, to have and to hold, from this day forward and yadda, yadda, yadda. Forget my busty blonde Amazon physical type. Forget my supposed “Alpha bitch” personality type. There were a half-dozen of those who always seemed to be in my orbit, but there was only one Kim Fukuzaki.

Even June’s “Kim 2.0” was really just an extension of the original.

When we finally broke for air, Kim and I sort of stared at each other with goofy grins. You know how they say you never know what you’ve got until it’s gone? Kim had never been “gone”, but I’d been forced to face the thought of her leaving for perhaps the first time in my life, and I had NOT liked that thought at all. I didn’t feel some particular need to carry her upstairs and bury my dick eight inches up her tight twat to cement our commitment to each other or anything like that. But I DID feel like keeping her in my arms and never letting go.

She seemed like-minded, and after sucking down a few lungfuls of oxygen, we went right back to making out like a pair of lovesick teenagers, in no hurry to ever stop.

Dimly, I heard June mumble something, get up, and leave the room. Neither Kim nor I paid her much attention, too focused on each other. It was only after we parted a second time to catch our breaths that June’s words finally percolated into my brain.

She’d said, “Okay, so that matter appears settled. I’m gonna go back to work.”

June was right: the matter had been settled.

Kim wasn’t leaving me anytime soon.

****

As it turned out, Kim and June had spent much of the morning doing what Viktoriya and I had been doing.

Well, scratch that. It’s not like Kim donned a strap-on cock and violated June’s asshole over and over again the way I’d been doing to Professor Ice. But they HAD spent a lot of time talking about what I meant to Kim, how much we both still needed each other, and about how she wouldn’t actually leave me until after I was in a truly stable place and most likely married. There had still been a lot of emotional energy spent, hence the red-rimmed eyes.

But then Viktoriya had texted Kim to let her know we’d had a good chat of our own, so when I’d walked through the door literally two minutes later, the only emotion left in Kim’s heart was love.

My hanamuguri and I wound up doing something parents of toddlers very, very rarely get to do: We went on a date. She refused to ride with me on the motorcycle anymore (too high a probability of BJ losing both his parents at the same time), but we took the minivan northward around The Bay, got lunch by the marina in Sausalito, and then drove up to take in the Golden Gate Bridge views from Battery Spencer. We rode a ferry to Angel Island and hiked around together. The weather was perfect for hiking, mostly overcast but not foggy. And it was pretty late in the afternoon by the time we returned home.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Kim asked when I parked the minivan in the driveway.

I gave her a curious look, asking, “Is that what you want?”

Kim immediately flashed me her Mona Lisa smile, lowered her eyes demurely, and replied in a quiet voice, “I am yours.”

“Nuh-uh.” I shook my head. “We’re not doing that anymore. Self-interest, remember? If you’re wondering whether or not I’d like to cap off a special day together by climbing into bed and physically expressing how much we mean to each other, I’m all for that. But in plain, simple fact, you got your cookies last night and you’re usually good for several days afterwards. So what do YOU want?”

At first, it looked like Kim was about to reply with some variation of, ‘I want to serve you.’ But she didn’t. Instead, she paused and looked thoughtful, as if she were turning the phrase ‘What do you want?’ in her mind over and over again.

In the end, my baby mama flashed me a genuine smile and said, “I’d like to see my son now. Is that okay?”

I chuckled as I re-started the minivan’s engine. “Let’s go pick him up early from daycare.”

BJ was of course thrilled to see both Mommy and Daddy so early in the day. He came racing over to me, actually, squealing happily, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” In all fairness, he was already used to seeing his Mommy pick him up all the time. I was almost NEVER home this early on a weekday.

Kim and I brought our little Akachan home and found June still working on her laptop in her bedroom. She did take a break long enough to go get a BJ hug and peck him when he went "muh-muh" with his fish lips, but then went back into her bedroom and closed the door. BJ was in a mood to play with his Thomas the Tank Engine trains, and twenty minutes later he held up the green train, announcing, “Daddy Pussy!”

I laughed and corrected, “Daddy Percy.”

But BJ disagreed with me. “‘Daddy Pussy’ mo’ bettah!”

He wasn’t wrong.

That’s when Kim settled onto the floor beside us. She nuzzled her nose against my shoulder, pecked my cheek, and then invited BJ to come sit in her lap. The two-year-old did so gladly for all of three seconds. Then he pivoted forward onto his knees and continued crawling his way around the wooden railway tracks, drooling a bit as he pushed his trains and made “chugga, chugga” noises.

Kim got my attention and then said, “You should go visit the girls.”

“Hmm?” I asked, distracted by watching our adorable son play.

“You were supposed to spend this day off from work and school visiting Dawn and the twins, remember?”

I shrugged and bumped my baby mama with my shoulder. “They’ll understand.”

Kim shook her head. “This is the deal. This is the way our life works together. I appreciate you spending the time that you do with me and BJ. But he’s good now. I’m good now. You keep asking me what do -I- want, right? So here’s your answer: I want you spending the rest of the afternoon with Dawn and the twins the way you… and they… expected today. Is that clear enough?”

I blinked and looked back at Kim in surprise. “Really?”

She gave me her Mona Lisa smile again. “Viktoriya told you that I receive… adequate… personal attention from you, did she not?”

I chuckled, remembering that part of the conversation. “Yes, she did.”

Kim narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. She paused and looked thoughtful, as if she were turning a new set of words in her mind over and over again. Finally, she spoke, although the sentence that came out of her mouth is certainly one I NEVER expected to hear her say.

“Mistress orders Ben to get up and go take care of his constantly horny best friend and his equally nymphomaniac baby twin sisters.”

I blinked in utter shock - not at the comment about nympho twin sisters or anything like that, the other part. “Did you just say, ‘Mistress orders’?!?”

Kim immediately winced and blushed. “Too much?”

I chuckled, shook my head, and leaned over to give her a quick peck on the lips. “No, it was amazing.” I gave her a broad grin, adding, “Just amazing how far you’ve come.”

****

I texted Dawn to ask if she was available for me to come over, but she didn’t immediately answer. I also texted the twins, and Eden replied within two seconds: YES! NOW! HURRY UP!

Less than ten minutes later, I hopped up the porch steps of my old college house and my key snicked in the lock. I let myself in, rapping the door with my knuckles just to announce my arrival anyway, and then started walking down the short hallway.

I’d only made it a few steps before Eden skidded around the corner from the living room, barefoot and beautiful. My sexy, nymphomaniac baby sister was wearing a midriff-baring cropped tank top that molded around her perky assets and comfy cotton short-shorts that left the bottoms of her buttcheeks hanging out the back, and her hair was up in the same adorable double buns hairstyle Emma had recently favored. Eden vaulted into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist, forcing me to catch her lest she fall. And then her tongue was in my mouth as she French-kissed me with a fury, moaning in obvious heat while she started dry-humping my belly.

I started to wonder if I should even bother carrying her upstairs into her bedroom or just throw her on the floor and have my way with her right then and there.

In the end I did neither. That’s because I carried my baby sister with her legs wrapped around my waist and her tongue in my mouth around the corner, not even considering that there might be other people in the house. I mean, Eden had initiated the kiss with me, right? Why would I question it?

And that’s when Eve Song let out a whistle of amazement and a rather nervous chuckle of disbelief before uttering two words that literally made me drop Eden onto the floor.

“Holy shit!”

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