Mistress A-0002

T here was freedom in pleasure. Like any sensation: pain, ecstasy, perception had the power to make one lose their identity…or find it. My liberty lay with lust. In the throes of passion, I never felt freer or more powerful. If I could have lived in this moment, perhaps I would have chosen this new path. Man. Woman. The best of both. But life wouldn’t stop when we were finished tonight, and I was aware of that. It was too bad that even satisfied, my insecurities dug holes in my will to dismiss the unease of the three of us together. I could ignore the truth in my moment…but I wouldn’t forget.

“Don’t stop kissing me.” My legs jerked. “Muriel, wait. Muriel.”

My mouth shot open as Adrian continued to flick his tongue over my clit. My gasp allowed me to thrust my tongue into Muriel’s mouth as she obeyed my order and squeezed against my nipple with the tips of her fingers.

Why did I have to choose between them? How would I choose? It was both simple and complex. My former best friend—my only love? Or…muscle, money, and motive?

“Take this off.” I tugged at Muriel’s thin, slave dress, stealing a glance to Adrian to make sure his focus was on me and not her. “Panties stay on. Bra… on .” I cried out louder this time. Adrian’s suction over my clit increased as he eased a finger inside of my pussy. He was just where I wanted him. “Hurry. Off ,” I said, helping lift the dress she pulled over her head. I eased my head up, jerking down the bra strap and lace, grabbing her back to bring her over my face so I could bite gently against the hard tip of her breast. Muriel’s moan merged with mine as she slightly hovered over me.

Salty skin. A hint of her—of my perfume. She always found ways to have me with her. I never punished her for secretly using my things. I had always thought it cute. The bittersweetness stabbed into my chest, hitting the numb pressure that lived there. The sadness vanished almost instantly, transforming into even more thoughts. Insecurities. More questions. It took away from the pleasure, invoking impatience and irritation.

“ Adrian, more. Right there. I…need more.” I arched my hips, taking his digits deeper. My nails embedded in Muriel’s back as I sucked against the side of her breast hard enough to taste tinges of blood. Heavy breaths brushed my cheek, and she cried out, shifting on the bed next to me. The little whimpers that followed were all I wanted to hear. They built me higher, bringing me back to the brink of my orgasm. A mix of her name and title kept leaving me. “ Slave .” We kissed. “ Muriel. Slave .”

“You love me too. I know you do.” She moaned, kissing me again. “You’ve never said it. Neither of us have until today, but you must feel something . Please tell me, Mistress. Please.”

My lids lifted and so did she, but only inches as she pulled back to see me.

“Do you love me? Just a little?”

No orgasm. No bliss. It stayed just out of reach as I soaked in the desperation. I led her chest back to me, grazing her nipple with my teeth.

“Spread your legs.” I didn’t wait. I reached over, grasping her knee and roughly shoving against it until she spread wider. “This love you speak of. Is it pleasure? An emotion? An act ?” My hand lifted, and I reached, rubbing against the plain cotton panties. She was so wet, stirring me, even with the anger. Pressing over her entrance, I rubbed circles over the material covering her pussy. Muriel added pressure, trying to get me inside of her even more. “I have all these questions, slave, and I don’t understand the answers. Is love a compilation of moments …or catalogued acts of grace we cling to to better understand a lifetime of events that we try to make have meaning? Is that it? Do I love you?” I grabbed the back of her neck, biting into the fleshy part of her breast enough to have her body going rigid. Adrian stirred, pausing from teasing my clit as I let go and pulled her face closer to mine.

Scared depths never lost hope.

“Do I love you…” Silent seconds. “I love your beauty. I hate it. I used to love your loyalty, but we saw what happened there.”

“Mistr—”

“ I’m not finished. ”

“Melissa?”

I snapped my fingers, curling in my fist at Adrian’s confused call. “We’ll continue in a minute.” My glare couldn’t be contained as I drew Muriel’s face closer.

“I know in your own way you don’t feel as if you betrayed me. I also know after today, you’ll never make the same mistake again.”

“I never thought how it would sound. I swear I only worried for you.”

Her lip was trembling, and a tear splashed down against my cheek.

“I thought you knew me. Like…really, really knew me. But you don’t. Do I blame you? Do I blame me for having so much faith in you? For believing a lie? Who’s to blame and who do I forgive? I never question anything but lately…”

“Forgive me, Mistress. Let me make you better. I can do that. I love you. I do, whether you love me too or not. Maybe these men can mimic these confusing emotions, but I can’t. What I feel for you is real.” Another tear splashed down, barely missing my face. “And I’ll prove it if you let me.”

“What I want to do is hurt you.”

“Because I hurt you by not understanding. I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m sorry . Hurt me if it makes you want me again. We can’t be together if I’m dead, and I don’t want to leave you.”

Rage and lust collided with the emotions I felt for Muriel. Love? Absolutely. But…something else that muted in the shadows of my own self-awareness. I hated her. I adored her. I couldn’t lose her. Not yet. Not in this very moment.

“You want to prove yourself. Stupid. Look and see who is standing at the bottom of the bed. See him . I should have Adrian beat you black and blue. I would if I didn’t like your face so much. Put on your dress and go sit against the wall. Seven years, and now it seems we’re going to have to start over. Take notes on what I like and thank your lucky stars that I’m going to let you live another day. One wrong move. One wrong word?—”

“Not one. Not again.”

“Go.” I went through the snapping patterns, clearing away all persuasion so that she was back to herself. “Fast, before I change my mind.”

Muriel scrambled off the bed, grabbing her dress to pull on. I lifted to my elbows, turning my attention to Adrian who was staring blankly towards me. He was under deeper than I could have hoped for. Maybe even deeper than what was safe. I knew the consequences of going too far. Wasn’t I already asking for trouble? There was an odd pressure building in my chest, screaming and threatening to detonate. No doubt it wasn’t much different than the bomb ticking in Braddock’s slave’s mind. Tick-Tick…Tick-fucking-tick. Elec. Bomb. Mine. My creation. My fucking project. Mine. My work in living form.

“Take off your clothes, Adrian. All of them.”

Muriel’s legs drew up as she settled against the wall, but I ignored that her entire focus could be on Adrian if she wanted it to. She knew better after her pleas. One wrong look at him. One lingering look…

Yes, I was going to combust and explode in a million pieces. But not in the way I felt. Hard muscle shifted as Adrian tore off his clothes. He didn’t even wait for my command as he crawled up the bed. His stare was fixated. The hunger he held was overwhelming as I took in what I had so clearly not put importance into seconds before. I clicked my tongue, taking his intensity down a notch.

“You said you could make time stop and help me out of this hell. Show me .”

Adrian swallowed hard, lowering his weight on me and reaching to slide a shaky hand along the side of my face. His heavy lids fluttered, and I watched as he adjusted through the shift. His body leaned to one side while his fingers traveled up my outer thigh.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. From the first moment I saw you, I noticed how different you were from everyone else. The way you carried yourself.” He paused, brushing his lips to mine. “You looked shy, maybe even sad. You tried to look confident, but I saw how something must be weighing you down. Hurting you. I’m going to fix that. I’m going to take it away.”

“The first time you saw me?” I swallowed hard. “You thought I was pretty?”

“Melissa…how could I not?”

My legs spread wider through his rising touch. The tip of his digits brushed over my opening, making a barely existing path as they rose to circle and add pressure over my clit.

“You didn’t show interest.” More, I took him in. “We had two sessions, and you never once gave any indication you thought so. You were cold. Your tone was dismissive and angry.”

“Do you think I like telling people my secrets? I’ve gone my entire life hiding my true self.” Again, he brushed my lips making my legs open for him even more. I was starting to move through the teasing of his fingers. One was tracing my opening, dipping in just enough to have little sounds leaving me again.

Time was slowing.

Reality was fading.

“Adrian…”

My head lifted and my lips parted as he stretched me with two digits, easing them in to push deep. The thrusts made me feverish. I was rotating my hips, gripping to the comforter as he took his time building me up.

“You’re so wet.” He withdrew his fingers, sucking against them. “I could live to taste you. Breathe you,” he moaned. Again, his fingers entered me, only to return to his mouth. “How do you do this to me?”

“Maybe we’re meant to be.” I pushed to the back of his shoulder to draw him closer. More of his weight settled, and he didn’t hesitate to kiss me. When I pulled back and met his eyes, time did stop for the smallest moment. A spark of love? Not for him. I saw Elec over me. I saw the same look Adrian held on my creation’s face. But I wasn’t Vivia to Adrian. I was me. And he wanted… me . “Tell me what I mean to you,” I whispered. “Tell me what you’d do to keep me.”

The mix between pleasure and possession rumbled through the room as his cock nudged into my entrance.

“I’d do anything to make you mine.”

My nails dug into his back as his length inched inside.

“Money? More gifts?”

“You don’t understand. Melissa…anything you want.”

I shifted my hips at the depth, crying out as he buried himself. His voice was turning husky. Pain-filled and desperate as he began to ease in and out.

“Would you go public in the outside world if I left my husband? Would you tell everyone I was yours?”

“Don’t tease me like that.” He let out a low rumble. “You know I would. But you said?—”

“Let us dream. Let me dream of being yours. I secretly want that. You must know how much I can’t stand my outside life. To imagine us together?—”

His kiss cut off my programming. It didn’t matter. Adrian was beyond where I needed him. To keep him at such a high level was dangerous in the long run. Yet I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t see him living long enough for us to get there. Or maybe he would. Hadn’t I delayed his death this long? Hadn’t I contemplated having him go home and kill himself just so I could be rid of one less player in my game? Yes. I had considered that. Now I didn’t know what the hell I was doing with him or even Muriel.

“You’re not supposed to be thinking. I know you are. You’re not kissing me back like before.” The hard thrust had my eyes jumping to his. “We can’t be together and that’s upsetting you.” Again, he thrust hard. “What if I did that for you? What if I made it so we could be together?”

My fingers loosened against his back. He was still thrusting, but I was fading as I stared up at him. Expensive presents were one thing. Money was another. Slaves were the icing on top. All my games usually gifted me the lives of those they bought, but this…

“Are you saying what I think you are?”

“I’m asking you to be with me. Really be with me.”

“You’d…” I stopped talking as Adrian slowed. “My husband? He’s…well protected. By trusted guards. I?—”

“Do you want to be with me?”

“They’ll know. They’ll suspect it was me.”

Adrian ground his hips into my thighs, pushing in so deep I gasped and clawed back into him.

“Accidents happen. Widows are born every day.”

Suction latched to my neck, and I turned, not able to ignore how my body came to life. Had I been turned on before? Hot? Needy for touch? I moved impatiently, wanting him to fuck me faster as I floated in the darkness of bliss.

Adrian would kill my husband for me? Kill one of the most influential businessmen in the world? And risk everything . For me? Even under my influence, men didn’t offer to go this far. It never even crossed their mind or mine. I knew better than to target my husband. I knew the suspicion it would cause if something happened. Plus, I had no reason to want him dead. I was in control. Always. But now? With Jett dying? My husband’s suicide might not be too farfetched. Suicide would set me free. Free for more. Free for someone better . For…

The answer didn’t come. Or maybe I didn’t want it to. Just the thought of being rid of my husband had me crying out. My orgasm was right there. It was so close. I opened my lids, seeing Muriel. Seeing her pain at watching me. Seeing her slight anger and betrayal at the passion I held with another person. She’d always known what I did, but I never made her live through my secrets. Where I should have felt remorse, even guilt, I didn’t. Not for her. Not for my family. My knees drew up and I screamed as Adrian slammed into me. His thrusts hit hard. Claiming, just like I needed them. Just like Elec’s used to. I fought for words, speaking through the spasms that were right there.

“An accident won’t work. But…it would be painful to lose a son. One might say unbearable.” My eyes went round as I held to the sides of Adrian’s face. He didn’t slow. He only slammed into me harder as I brought him under deeper with my gaze. I moaned, crying out again. Words jumbled free in my pleasure. Thoughts were becoming more focused. More clearer. “I suspect the trial to be a few weeks away. Stories and rumors will no doubt circulate about my husband’s depression once Jett dies. He’s not a strong man like you.” Spasms had me shaking and screaming. “The grief will kill him. You’ll kill him.”