Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

Patience



Left alone, a surprisingly not uncommon occurrence in her own eccentric household, Josephine gets up, leaves the dining room, and crosses the foyer. She can hear Tom showering in the guest bathroom across from the side door to her office. Leaving those doors wide open, she sits down at her desk and casually reviews her email.

His challenge did not present an issue of strength. Mary would have had no problem with that. She did her kegels regularly and kept her pelvic muscles in as good of shape as the rest of her.

Rather, she faced an issue of grip. Her juices covered the vibrator, making it slick. With only its head slipped inside of her, the majority of it, including the heavy motor and batteries, dangled beneath her. If she gripped too loosely, it would slip out. Squeezing too tightly, however, would propel it out of her. That he'd turned it on didn't help matters.

Fortunately, he had inserted it with the "rabbit" extension toward the back. As she gently contracted her pelvic floor, she trapped its "ears" between the very bottoms of her butt cheeks. In this way she could hold it in its precarious position, so long as she could concentrate.

Pain she could handle. In fact, the intermittent moderate pain of him pinching her nipples excited her. As for the task he'd set her, pain made her muscles clench. This trapped the "rabbit" extension of the vibrator he'd inserted partially in her more firmly between her butt cheeks, overcoming the force that might push it from her vagina.

The pleasure, however, and the desire it inflamed, had become excruciating. Watching Prince Carl teasingly reveal his fit and firm body, with the toy buzzing in her, and his promise of a "reward," sent a thrill down Mary's spine that almost caused her to lose her grip on the vibrator. She moaned and wiggled her hips, trying to set it more firmly in place.

Gus had known the party was just getting started when Karen had told Sam to strip in the dining room. He'd slipped out wanting to get another of his cigars, figured on letting things develop and then wander back in - "just to give a hand where it would be needed" he'd thought to himself grinning.

And saw the chalk mark on the wall.

Old habits took over. He'd casually sauntered over to where the staff's vehicles were parked and slipped into his truck. As usual the cab light stayed off as he folded the seat forward and pulled out his go bag from behind. Easing the seat back into place he got in and placed the bag on the bench next to him, finally slipping the key into the ignition. His hand found the switch on the underside of the dash and pushed it - cutting the circuits to the lights.

Gus kept his truck in extremely good repair so the engine caught and purred quietly. He eased out of his space and rolled down the drive, the illumination from the mansion providing enough lighting for him to navigate.

With the lights cut out there were no tell tail brake lights warning everyone he was leaving. His truck ghosted down the drive as Gus steered to the road.

At the apron of the private drive he stopped and a dark figure left the copse of trees next to the gate - Gus put his hand into the bag and withdrew the chopped and channeled 1911 that was kept in there. He didn't exactly point it to the door - but a quick flick of his wrist and the muzzle would be pointed in the right direction. His thumb rested lightly on the safety as he saw the dark shape reach the side of his truck.

The passenger door opened and he heard "Hello deacon" as the figure moved to enter the cab of the truck.

Gus grunted then sighed. "This was a nice gig dude. Shame to leave it."

The figure next to him shrugged, replied "There are worse things in life. We got a bit of a drive so..."

Gus grimaced; slipped the semi-auto into the small of his back, the waistband of his kilt holding it in place. "Right or left?"

"Right."

Gus put the truck into drive and turned. Once on the road proper he clicked the switch again allowing his lights to go back into circuit, turned on his headlights and picked up speed. "Been a long time Taylor" he said quietly.

Sam watched them both and smirked and laid back some letting them have some time for themself at first. She looked around seeing a room over the pool house and thought that must be Gus room and wondered where he had dissapeared to.

"be right back"

She whispered and slipped back into the house with a towel around her while drying up. She walked back in the dinning room seeing no one there and smiled thinking then she could do her work without distraction and cleaned up some as her thoughts were still by Karen and Ian and would join again soon but thought for them both it might be best first alone.

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"You know this is very hard Mary. I don't want to fuck you yet but I really do want to give you a big reward but for the life of me I just can't think of one. You are going to have to give me a minute to think on this," he said looking at her, his cock again almost reaching her mouth but not quite.

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Mary desperately wanted more physical contact with the handsome and trim nobleman. She wanted to please him, to drive him to the pinnacle of desire she had already reached, and then beyond to ecstasy. She suggestively opened her mouth and licked her lips.

"Well my dear would you like this as your reward?" Prince Carl asked as he ran the tip of his erection across Mary's lips.

"Yes, please," she moaned in desperate need for any intimate contact with her sweet tormentor.

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"Well my dear would you like this as your reward?" Prince Carl asked as he ran the tip of his erection across Mary's lips.

"Yes, please," she moaned in desperate need for any intimate contact with her sweet tormentor.

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Carl smiled as he gently eased himself forward until the head of his penis entered her mouth. Then he stopped, teasing both her and himself. "Try that first little one. Let's see just how well you do with that and I will decide if you are worthy enough to have the rest," he said easing an inch of his shaft into her mouth and then pulling back out until just the head was inside again.

"Try that first little one," Prince Carl instructed after slipping just the large heard of his hard penis into Mary's mouth. "Let's see just how well you do with that and I will decide if you are worthy enough to have the rest."

He slid an inch of its shaft into her mouth, then pulled back out until again just the head remained inside. Mary took full advantage of this. She found it far easier to satisfy a man orally when he did not stuff her mouth with his erection.

She started by closing her lips behind the ridge of the head and drawing forth a mouthful of saliva and using her tongue to spread it all over it. Then, opening her mouth to give herself room to maneuver, she began swirling her tongue around its circumference, first clockwise, then counter clockwise. She then licked just the bottom, moving her tongue rapidly from side to side, before returning to alternately directed twirling again.

"That is the way, Officer," Prince Carl encouraged Mary as he began to rock his hips back and forth slowly, working just the forepart of his penis in and out of her mouth but always keeping the head inside of her lips. "Work your magic. You are very good at this and I can see you getting a very big reward at the end."

With each thrust, Mary sucked gently. Then, as the stiff organ withdrew, she swirled the length of her tongue around it, finishing with a quick side-to-side lap upon the underside of the engorged head. Mary could keep this up all night. She wondered how long Carl would last.

Josh Silvers Arrives

Josh double checked the GPS on his iPhone and confirmed that he was entering the correct driveway. He was, although he knew that, it was just nerves. It had been how long; 18, 20 months since he'd last seen Josephine? They had quite the torrid "thing" going - he wouldn't go so far as to say it was an affair or even much of a relationship. Although relationships built on sex weren't all that bad, especially if you were a guy.

As he slowed the rental car in the drive he remembered the last time he'd seen her imposing front door. It was on the way out at their parting. It wasn't a particularly painful parting. In fact, Josephine almost seemed relieved, but he could have been reading into that. His work took him on an extended assignment in Europe and he had sold his condo and essentially cut all his ties to the states in anticipation of a few years on the continent. The "few years" he had been promised dried up in less than a year and a half. He'd bummed around Europe for a while after that, but as the money ran out he realized that his strongest network for potential work was in the states, so he decided to return.

He wasn't exactly broke, but the fact he was in a rental car and hadn't found a place he could afford to purchase was niggling in his mind. He realized that the clock was ticking and his financial reserves were pretty thin at this point. It was time to get serious about finding some decent paying work and he'd first met Josephine because of his work. He figured if he was back on the area he might as well see what connections she might be able to make for him.

She'd been cordial, but somewhat distant on the phone when he set up this appointment. He wasn't sure what to read into that. It was probably nothing; he was reading too much into most interactions during his search. Damn, he was always so confident it bugged him that he questioned things. He got out of the car and after hitting the keyless lock, went to the front door and rang the bell. He heard it resonate throughout the stately mansion and waited.

Cool Reunion



The doorbell resonated through the mansion in its mockery of Big Ben. Josephine sighed. She knew who stood at her door, and all the staff seemed to have disappeared on their own carnal adventures, a perquisite of their service to her household. She got up from her desk, went to the foyer, and answered the door herself.

“Hello, Josh,” she smiled sincerely even if her voice sounded tired. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

It's funny how a guy's mind will often operate as if it's seeing subtitles. The subtitles that instantly came up when Josephine "greeted" me was that she wasn't really all that pleased to see me. Well, she did agree to meet me and that's saying something. Maybe I hadn't handled our last parting as well as I thought I had. Even though she didn't make the first move, I leaned in to give her cheek a kiss as I grasped her hand. She didn't back away, but didn't exactly lean into it either.

"Hello, Josephine. It's good to see you again, too. I must say, you look as lovely as I remember," I said with sincerely. And I certainly meant it; she was always a knockout and that hadn't faded in the least. Her hand was warm and soft, but I knew there was steel in her grip when she wanted there to be. "I've never ceased to be impressed by your lovely home. But based on the cars out front, it appears you're a bit busier than usual. Is this still a good time to talk?"

"So my dear," Prince Carl sighed as his erection filled Mary's warm, wet mouth. "Are you up to taking all of me? Can you swallow this whole monster or is this as far as you can go?"

Unable to speak with his stiff organ in almost to her throat, she gave her answer by swishing her slick tongue back and forth around the underside of his hard penis. She took a deep breath through her nose, ready for whatever might come next.

After Dinner Drink



“Hello, Josephine” Josh greeted her. “It’s good to see you again, too. I must say, you look as lovely as I remember.”

He glanced past her shoulder. “I’ve never ceased to be impressed by your lovely home, but based on the cars out front, it appears you’re a bit busier than usual. Is this still a good time to talk?”

“Of course, Josh, please do come in.” Her smile remained and her tone became more lively. “I’m afraid you’ve missed supper, but now my guests and staff are about their own business.”

She turned and led the way across the foyer, between the stairs, and to the grand salon beyond. She inclined her head to the wet bar to the right of the fireplace. “Why don’t you fix us drinks and tell me what’s on your mind.”

Slipping out of her shoes, she curled up on the couch facing the brick hearth and used a remote control to initiate flames lapping up the realistic gas logs.