Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

Karen had never realized that her erogenous zones included her feet. As Chauncey licked her arch and sucked her toes, thrills like sparks of mild electric shocks traveled up her legs and between her thighs to reach and add to the heat in her loins. She involuntarily spread her legs slightly, causing the oversize suit coat she wore to fall open and expose her bald womanhood.

"That's delightful, Mr. Builtmore," she sighed. "Now come on them and lick them clean."


The sensory overload was more than Chauncey could bear. Between the beauty's petite feet, perfect legs and now seeing her bare womanhood, her hushed lusty voice as she spoke and the wiggling of her toes against him, Chauncey let out what would best be described as a low guttural growl, arched his back and coated not only her feet, but also her legs, and even some reaching her abdomen with his seed as it shot from him. His head swam with the force of his own orgasm and he dropped to his knees.

He looked for a moment at the pearly liquid he had left on the woman and contemplated it for a moment. In all his life, he had never tasted his own cum, but now, because of the woman's urging, he slowly and gladly began to lick it off of her. He started at her toes, licking each one clean as if giving her a pedicure with his tongue. He proceeded up her ankle, and then lower leg, before slowly crawling back onto the bed and continuing up past her knee. As he reached her thigh, he began to slow. Her left foot was between his legs and her toes grazed the bottom of his scrotum causing him to begin to rise again in excitement as he eyed her perfectly smooth mons.
 
Karen leaned back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows behind and beneath her, causing the oversize suit jacket to fall open revealing her entire slender body. The semen spattered on her flat tummy nearly sparkled in the moonlight coming through the bedroom windows. She moaned softly with each long lick as Chauncey worked his way up her leg. She saw him sneaking peeks at her bare, waxed bald womanhood.

"If you get it all," Karen whispered, her voice breathy with lust. "Including the goo on my stomach, without tickling, I'll let you lick my cunny."


 
"If you get it all," Karen whispered, her voice breathy with lust. "Including the goo on my stomach, without tickling, I'll let you lick my cunny."



Without hesitation, Chauncey kept his head down, and licked slightly harder less the light touch irritate the young woman. Without lifting his tongue, he licked straight up her thigh, coming tantalizingly close to her vagina. He could smell her light dusky scent. He lingered for a moment as his tongue swirled around her naval. From there he continued until at last, he had licked every trace of his own fluids off of her body.

His hands were on each of her thighs as he slowly raised his head. The look on his face bore no lust, rather the look of a child that has just inquired as to whether they might finally obtain the prize they long for.
 
His hands were on each of her thighs as Chauncey slowly raised his head. The look on his face bore no lust, rather the look of a child that has just inquired as to whether they might finally obtain the prize they long for.

"You didn't tickle at all," Karen whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. "You may now lick me wherever you wish."

 
Mary awoke suddenly in a comfortable but unfamiliar bed. Her whole body ached, and she felt a bit sore between her legs and butt cheeks. This immediately reminded her of her location.

“Shit!” she whispered, also remembering why she’d ostensibly come here. She had never checked in with dispatch. So far, as far as she knew, they had not sent a squad to check on her, but that luck could change at any time.

She got out of bed completely naked. Moonlight lit the room sufficiently for her to see whoever had brought her up here had not also brought her clothes. She opened a closet and found a plush white terrycloth robe, like the kind fancy hotels provide, but even better quality. She pulled this on and loosely tied the sash before leaving the bedroom and heading down the grand staircase.

As best she knew, her clothes and gear remained in the ground floor master bedroom. She heard no noise from in there, and decided not to enter and thereby disturb the sleep or the quiet intimacies of its remaining inhabitants. Instead, she went into the kitchen.

Prince Carl looked up from his mug of warm milk as she entered. She held up her index finger to him as she plucked the cordless telephone from its mount on the wall. She dialed from memory.

“Hi, Sherri, this is Deputy Green,” she told the department dispatcher who answered. “I’m off duty so don’t have a cruiser or computer. Please log that I have investigated the reported explosion on the Czartoryski property in the Town of Linn and discovered it to be agricultural activity.... That’s right, log it as ‘agricultural activity’.... Thanks, Dear. Have a good evening. I hope it’s quiet for you.... `Night!”

She hung up the phone and turned back to Carl and smiled. “You all have me all tuckered out. I’m not up for any more lovemaking tonight, but it sure would be nice to have someone to snuggle up with for the rest of the night.”
 
"You didn't tickle at all," Karen whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. "You may now lick me wherever you wish."


Chauncey's erection brushed against the toes of Karen's foot that was between his legs as he sat back for a moment at her words. He took in the erotic picture she painted with his coat draped around her shoulders and her bare legs poking from under it. The coat was still such that her breasts were concealed beneath it. With trembling hands, he reached towards the young woman's shoulders and placing his hands on the coat began to slowly push it off while asking in a hushed tone, "M-m-may I G-g-g-odess......"

He was transfixed at the aire of regal beauty about the young woman. Josephine had indeed chosen well.
 

Chauncey reached towards the young woman's shoulders and placing his hands on the coat began to slowly push it off while asking in a hushed tone, "M-m-may I G-g-g-odess?"

Karen sat up to free her arms and purred. "Yes, Mr. Builtmore, you may."

 
Carl had raised his head as Mary entered and was about to greet her when she held a finger to her lips and bade him to keep quiet. He nodded his head to show he understood and then listened as she phoned her station and made her excuses. He almost laughed as she wrote of the explosion of Josephine's front porch as an Agricultural Activity but he was able to restrain himself.

When she hung up and turned back to him he again opened his mouth to speak but she beat him to the punch again.

“You all have me all tuckered out. I’m not up for any more lovemaking tonight, but it sure would be nice to have someone to snuggle up with for the rest of the night.”

He drank the last of his brew and stood up. "Why my dear it would be my distinct pleasure to spend the night cuddling up to you." He then got a twinkle in his eye and a cheeky smile. "Although I must warn you I, you say you are tuckered out tonight but who knows what the morning will bring."

He then walked over and offered her his arm and began to escort her back to the room for a pleasant night of sleep and cuddling.
 
Karen sat up to free her arms and purred. "Yes, Mr. Builtmore, you may."


After freeing the rest of Josephine's young protege's body from the prison of the over sized suit coat, Chauncey sat back a bit, transfixed by the beauty of her naked form. He was not used to his involvements with females taking such a romantic turn, but rather, he had been, for as long as he could remember, a toy for providing them their pleasure. Now, here was this rare young beauty offering her own body to him.

His strong hands took her about the waist and laid her flat on the bed. He then sat to her side and turning, began to slowly kiss his way, beginning once again at her delicate toes, over her ankles. then moving so he was positioned between her legs, he lifted first one, then the other, and kissed his way up over her calves. He paid considerable attention to the backside of her knees, maybe then finally tickling Karen just a bit with his tongue, before continuing to the backside of her thighs. Eventually, his kisses reached the tops of her thighs as his hands, slowly and cautiously explored every inch of her body. He avoided her nether regions as he continued his exploration with his kisses, over her abdomen, tight and toned from whatever form of training young women did these days. When he reached her breasts, he worked slowly around each of the perfectly formed orbs, making ever smaller concentric circles with his kisses and his tongue, until ultimately reaching her ever hardening nipples, while one of his hands continued to be run over the tops of her thighs and her torso.

For all of his blustering earlier in the evening and his nervousness when the girl demanded he strip, Chauncey was now slow, patient and in control as he sought to pleasure the young beauty that laid naked with him. His fingers came tantalizingly close to her womanly opening without ever actually touching it, and he marveled at how her small body moved beneath his ministrations. Eventually, his kisses moved further up her body, to her shoulders and upper arms, and then finally, using his tongue, he tasted the flesh of her neck.

Chauncey never tasted the sweetness of her lips on his, instead, he came ever so close, and then, slowly, gently, the same way he had ascended her body, he began the same journey back down. He used both of his hands to touch, so lightly that it might cause goose bumps on her arms. As he reached her belly button again, he slowed, and using slightly more pressure, raked his fingertips down her ribs, and then continuing until they enveloped her buttocks. As he moved his face into position and lifted her hips, he raised his gaze to meet hers. All of his nervousness was gone as he asked, "Would my Goddess like?"
 
Karen would have never guessed that this stammering and pathetically anxious man would prove himself as so talented at foreplay. By the time Chauncey had kissed, licked, and caressed his way up and down her bare body to position his face high between her thighs, Karen's libido had risen to a fever heat. She panted deeply and could hardly focus her eyes on him when he raised his gaze to meet hers and asked with uncharacteristic confidence: "Would my Goddess like?"

"Oh... Yes!" Karen groaned breathlessly. "Lick me.... Make me come!"

 
"Oh... Yes!" Karen groaned breathlessly. "Lick me.... Make me come!"


Slowly, Chauncey lowered his face toward her waiting mons. He paused to inhale her slight aroma much as one would linger over a simmering pot of spaghetti sauce or a stew. It was not heavy, rather, light, as dew after a rain shower in the spring. It filled his head such that he wished nothing more than to be her plaything as long as she would have him - it suddenly occurred to him that he WAS thinking of her as a goddess.

He began by lightly kissing and nibbling on her inner thigh. He worked his way up and around the lips of her pussy, careful to never touch them, and then back to the other thigh. He was in no hurry. The sun would not come up for several hours yet, and he was reasonably certain the other guests had so exhausted themselves with the activities of the previous night, that he would not be interrupted.

He then worked his way, from one side, to the other, raining light kisses, and here and there allowing his tongue to taste her flesh and then repeated, each time, drawing closer to the ultimate prize. He held her by her buttocks, so small and firm, up from the bed, much like one would hold a peach to their face to partake. Finally, carefully, as he heard her breathing increase in nature, he lightly flicked his tongue across the tip of her clitoris.....then paused.....then again....this time with a little greater force. He lightly swirled his tongue around around it, then making contact again he continued to tease and to wait, until the moment was right before allowing his tongue to enter her.
 
Such delicious torment, Karen loved it. Her head fell back on the mattress and her hands clutched the bedspread. Emotionally, she would have chosen to endure the delightful torture meted out by Chauncey's tongue for hours. Physically, her body had other demands.

"Do it!" Karen whispered involuntarily as she drew up her knees and spread her thighs as wide as she could. "Make me come!!!"


 
"Do it!" Karen whispered involuntarily as she drew up her knees and spread her thighs as wide as she could. "Make me come!!!"



Her throaty whisper was all Chauncey needed. As her legs spread wider and her back arched, Chauncey lifted her bald pussy to his lips and drove his tongue as deep as he could into her. He met the thrust of her hips with his face as if trying to smother himself inside her. He balanced her light weight on his left hand and used one finger on his right hand to tease her clit as his tongue plunged again and again inside her, swirling around, tasting every bit of her.
 
Chauncey used one finger on his right hand to tease her clit as his tongue plunged again and again inside her, swirling around, tasting every bit of her.

Karen's hips began to buck and thrust in response to Chauncey's touch. Ironically, now that he no longer teased, she'd lost all patience.

"That's it!!!" she cried out, then became incoherent, even as she tried to make her desires known. "Deeper! Deeper... fingers.... And clit... clit more!!! That's it...."


 
By the time Ian started up his computer; booked a first class flight in his friend’s name, Malcolm Erickson (almost including by habit Mal’s old rank with the 45 Commando, Royal Marines); arranged for a rental car; and then emailed Mal with all the pertinent information, his old comrade in arms had texted him back:

See you soon.
Given the laconic reply, Ian assumed he'd caught Malcolm in the middle of something. Had he simply woken him up, then Mal would have texted something playfully vulgar. If it meant Mal's agreement to come had required him to interrupt another job, then Ian still worried his friend would find the work at Dominion Manor too simple and trivial. Of course, he wouldn't mind the money. Josephine would pay Mal at least all of his worth.

As he checked the text, a call came in. He recognized the number of Paul Johnson, the engineer he'd called earlier. He let it go to voicemail. After the earlier pleasant but upsetting encounter with his niece Karen, Ian did not feel like conversing with anyone.

When the phone beeped to indicate the voicemail available, Ian listened.


Ian, Paul Johnson here. I'll be happy to come out to the Czartoryski manor and look to see what can be done about the damage. I'll drive out tomorrow morning, but it'll be about mid day before I can get there. Of course I'll be discreet. Perhaps you'll have a chance to show me around and introduce me to some of the family.

Ian winced at the mention of family, even if Paul hadn't meant it that way. It didn't matter. He had done his job. With that in mind, Ian got ready for bed, then laid down and, with the habits of an old soldier, fell right to sleep.


 
Karen's hips began to buck and thrust in response to Chauncey's touch. Ironically, now that he no longer teased, she'd lost all patience.

"That's it!!!" she cried out, then became incoherent, even as she tried to make her desires known. "Deeper! Deeper... fingers.... And clit... clit more!!! That's it...."



Chauncey felt the young woman as she bucked an convulsed beneath his touch, nearly breaking his jaw. He knew he had her and she was no longer the huntress but his prey. He took his hand from beneath her as it was no longer necessary as she arched her hips to bring her pussy to his face. He started slowly, wetting first one finger then a second with her dripping juices, and then suddenly, thrust them deeply into her and twisted them and flicked them inside of her tight warm vagina. He held the weight of her body on those two fingers pressing against the upper side of her opening and lifting her to meet his tongue as it ravaged her clitoris. Again and again, faster and faster he pistoned his fingers into her, deeper each time than the time before.

He was no longer the meek stuttering fool he had appeared earlier. He drove the girl closer and closer to her edge as a nearly maniacal smile crossed his face. His dick grew even harder than it had been just moments (or was it longer) before as he waited to hear the girl beg for him to be inside of her. "This isn't what my little goddess wants though is it?" he chided her. Each time his fingers drove into her, he used her sopping pussy to lift her further off the bed. Between licking her clitoris with a force as if trying to scrub it clean, Chauncey would lift his head, "tell me what you want? Say the words." He reached up with his free hand and began to rub the nubs of her nipples between his forefinger and thumb, gradually pinching them a little tighter with each thrust of his hand into the woman.
 
"Tell me what you want!" Chauncey insisted, then resumed licking Karen's clitoris while slipping two fingers savagely in and out of her. He had brought her to a state of pleasure and desire far beyond what she'd guessed him capable. She had planned to let him give her an orgasm, then deny him one himself. Now, she needed more; and just when she thought he might let her climax from cunnilingus, he paused to add: "Say the words."

Karen knew what she wanted. She screamed it at the top of her lungs.

"Fuck me!!! Make me come!!!"
 
William Kain took a sip from his shot glass, the gin burned this way down his throat cleansing the froth feeling of the long day of phone calls and bullshit talks with some of his Fortress’s upper management teams. His eye shot over to The Empresses letter that she had sent him for they have been corresponding for a few months now. He was very interested in her extra curricular activities that seemed to bring fortune upon herself. He was going to the same thing she has done but the get away would be at each of the Fortress’s penthouse suites. He even offered her a percentage of the profits, which she tried not to accept, but William takes no charity so they agreed to a small amount, at least it was small to him, but it was the only percentage that she would take. Men have to love woman like that! He took another sip of his drink.

He walked to the window wall of his office and looked out over the city, as the night was claming the land. All the meetings and phone calls have stopped for the night and now it was time to relax. He thought over the past few days and all the business transactions and the most important thing on his list now was the drive to the Dominion. He will be taking a few days off from work and making it some much needed personal time. There was just too much on his plate lately that he passed up many opportunities for some relax and recreation that he was tenser in that fact than dealing with everyday work problems.

“Mr. Kain?” a female’s voice breached the distance between him and her. The small red haired vice president stood at his office door. “Your things are packed and your travel plans are set. All contact numbers are redirected to me so you will not be bothered on your vacation.” She stood looking out at the horizon as Will was doing the same. It was beautiful even to Kain’s eye which was more on skirts than horizons but this night was different he had to break the mundane day to day routine and change this up a little.

“Thank you Michelle. You do have my number in case you need something.” Her reply was one he expected that number was not necessary for she can handle what needs to be dealt with by the top. He smiled at her, she was the best young VP he has ever had the pleasure of working with. He just wished she wasn’t married. All he good ones are taken up, at least in his world.

He took the flight out that night and would have a car pick him up and take him to the Dominion in the morning.
 
Chapter Two: Rebuilding

Rebuilding




Josephine awoke with the bright morning light already filling the bedroom. Josh Silvers remained sleeping next to her, his soft snore sounding like a purr. She slipped out of bed without waking him. Not bothering to dress, she silently opened the door, stepped out of the ground floor bedroom, and shut the door behind her.

Tiptoing into the foyer, she saw the gas log still burning in the grand parlor fireplace. A long lock of lovely blonde hair dangled over the arm of the leather couch facing the hearth. Josephine detoured to it and found Michele asleep on the couch, her right hand still buried between her thighs.

“Sorry for leaving you lonely last night,” Josephine whispered, bending down to plant an upside down kiss on her maid’s lips, then raised her voice slightly. “Rise and shine, Pusscake!”

Michele’s bright blue eyes opened and she smiled, stretching on the couch much like a cat on a sun warmed rug.

“Please fetch a robe and slippers to my office,” Josephine instructed. “There’s work to be done. Although, if Ian’s on top of his game, then the preliminaries are already in motion.”

Leaving Michele to finish waking up, Josephine padded back to the foyer and into her office. She found a piece paper, obviously torn out of a sketch book, laying in the middle of her otherwise meticulously orderly desk. She picked it up and read the signature first: “Tom Avery.”

In the note, he explained that while he appreciated her offer to focus his art on commissions from her, in the end he decided that such a limited range of subjects, combined with the obvious distractions offered by her household, would impede the development of his skills. Remaining true to his calling, he would return to his prior itinerant lifestyle. He apparently left late last night, probably walking back to Lake Geneva.

“That’s a shame,” Josephine said aloud. She had rather liked the idea of having an artist in residence. Then she realized that just because Tom had left, it did not mean she had to give up on the idea. She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a gold trimmed leather address book and, opening it to the A’s, found the number she wanted.

“Hi Barb, it’s Josie,” she said when her old friend answered. “You’re still dean of Mt. Mary’s art school, right? .... Oh, of course, ‘School of Art and Design’.... Would you happen to have a student who could use to make some money doing a portrait for me? .... Well, it’s of someone else, actually.... No, just send one, I trust your judgement.... Okay.... Okay.... Is she pretty?.... Sounds perfect! Do you know if she has a car, or should I send my limo for her....”

The conversation then turned to other things, old times, mostly, especially memories of a particularly amatory cruise Josephine and the dean had taken together some time back, touring the great art and architecture of the Mediterranean. By the time she hung up, Josephine felt quite romantically nostalgic.



 
Karen woke up slowly, gradually gaining awareness of the man sharing her bed. For a moment, she thought it was Uncle Ian. Then she remembered how the night had ended.

Seducing Chauncey Builtmore had seemed like a game at first. Then he’d changed. Casey remembered how it had happened. She had ordered him to make her come through cunnilingus, but he seemed unable to get it done. Only later did she realize he had delayed on purpose.


"Tell me what you want!" Chauncey had insisted, then resumed licking Karen's clitoris while slipping two fingers savagely in and out of her. She'd needed more; and just when she'd thought he might let her orgasm against his tongue, he'd paused to add: "Say the words."

Despite herself, Karen had screamed it at the top of her lungs.

"Fuck me!!! Make me come!!!"​

What happened next had surprised them both.
 
William woke up to the sound of Siri’s voice. “Will, it’s time to get up.” Her British accent always put a go in his step. He dawned his Black Armani suit, combed the short coal black hair that was atop his head and the same colored trimmed beard and mustache on his face. He tossed some mints into his mouth and off he went.

His mind was on the business contract between The Empress and Himself when Siri informed him that he had a prerecorded Message from Michelle and if he wanted to hear it. “Yes, “Will respond and waited for the message… “Will, put down the fiscal reports, stop rehearsing the pitch for more business with the Empress I have already established a dialog with her and I will take care of it. Now rest and relax. Talk later. He shook his head, “And I thought mother was in Germany for the month!” He smiled putting away the Fiscal reports and closing his notepad with his pitch for the Empress…

It was a peaceful drive, it gave him sometime to wind down and relax. It was hard not thinking about what was going on at the Main hub Fortress, but he knew Michelle would handle it just fine. He looked down at his watch eight forth five was the time as his ride pulled into the Dominion. His eyes looked over the place was impressed. ‘She has some taste!’ He remarked to himself. He had to get him one! He chuckled, as the high-class ego of I want what they have but bigger statement hit him.

Stepping out and walking to the door He pushed the doorbell and awaited to be welcomed…
 
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Profesor edgeways waited. Would that lovely young girl come back? He always liked having bigger young women as helpers they tended to be gentler. The door knocked.
 
The sound of a bell ringing jostled Chauncey slowly from his sleep. Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, "Wilfred....." when he didn't get a reply, he became much louder and more forceful, "WILFRED!!! Get that and tell them I will be with them presently!" he shouted to a non-existent servant. He did his best to remember any engagements he may have set for the morning, but try as he might, nothing came to mind. He did not want to leave the bed, however, the duties of the aristocracy never seemed to end.

He had still not opened his eyes.....until......moving his arm he met some resistance. He groggily opened his eyes. What he saw made his eyes open wide and he immediately sat up straight, realizing he was not home in his penthouse, he was naked, and most importantly, he was not alone. The memories of the previous evening suddenly came rushing back to him......
 
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Carl had one of the best nights rests he could remember for a long time. Perhaps it was the company he had, or because he was so tired to begin with, but when he awoke still with Mary in his arms, he felt refreshed and energized. In fact he felt like he could take the young woman again right now, but he was sure she was still feeling sore from last night and it would be a little impolite for him to begin without at least asking her.

Instead he slowly untangled himself from her, careful not to awaken her and then headed to the en-suite. He was already undressed and so he ran himself a shower and hopped in.

He was glad that Josephine kept them all well stocked with both male and Female shampoos and body washes. It may have been a failing of his, but he just could not face the day smelling of flowers.

He began to wash himself and then shampoo and condition his hair. He needed to look his best of course. It would not do to appear any way else while he was here. Well not while he was not behind closed doors he thought as he lathered himself up, he thought as he remembered the escapades of last night.
 
As directed, Michele had gone to Josephine's boudoir and fetched a black satin robe, trimmed with fur, and matching high heeled slippers. As she descended the grand staircase to the foyer, the doorbell rang. Only regular guests or invitees previously vetted by Ian could get past the front gate to ring that bell. So, not worried that she remained entirely nude, with only Josephine's robe draped over her right forearm and her slippers in her left hand, Michele answered the door.
 
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