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Vinnie's World 2: Taking Lily

{Author's Notes: This is the dark world of Vinnie Costello, a
36-year-old lawyer and entrepreneur who was born into a Mafia
family. There will be other stories of Vinnie and the other
inhabitants of Vinnie's World. Each story is stand alone, i.e,
it's a series, not a serial, but they're best read in order.
E.Z.}

Let me explain how it is in Vinnie's World. We're a savage tribe
living in a land with other savage tribes. We don't start wars.
We follow certain maxims: live and let live; to each his own;
don't stick your nose in someone else's business. But sometimes
other people don't follow those rules.

That's when we act because there is one maxim we never follow:
turn the other cheek. We defend each other and our possessions.
Our most precious possessions are our women, and we guard them at
all costs.

I don't want to hear that women aren't possessions. Claudia tells
me that all the time, and she's my baby sister so she talks to me
in a way I won't tolerate from you. I'll tell you something else.
The women love it. The few that don't love it leave my world for
yours. That's fine. More women leave your world for mine because
they like the way we treat them.

The point is we don't let an intrusion go unpunished. We don't
let a wrong go unrighted, not even when the wrong is by one of
the white picket fence types who doesn't realize he's committed a
cardinal sin.

Sonya Simpson was a nineteen-year-old, wild, sexy, beautiful slut
introduced to me by my favorite madam, who asked me to be her
first professional trick. One of those she fucked before I met
her was Herbert Brooks, her high school teacher. I decided to
take Sonya as my woman. She'd been my woman for thirteen months
before she accidentally ran across Herbert. He knew she'd been a
cokehead in high school, but didn't know she'd dried out. He
seduced her with the white shit and fucked her.

Herbert Brooks committed a cardinal sin when he fucked Sonya. I
don't mean when he fucked her when she was his student. I mean
when he fucked her when she belonged to me.

You do understand the difference, don't you?

Sonya understood, but she fucked up. I involuntarily enrolled her
in a convent operated by a special order of nuns devoted to
education and serving the church hierarchy. They'll educate her
in the ways a woman should be.

Whether Herbert Brooks didn't know or didn't understand made no
difference. He had to pay the price. Only then could I close the
book on Sonya Simpson.

Since Herbie taught at Our Lady Catholic High School, before I
punished him I had to talk to Sister Mary Katherine, or Kate as I
call her. She's the principal at OLC and we go back a long way.

Five years my senior, Kate is a tall, strong, feminine woman.
That size and physical strength adds to her attractiveness in my
book. At six feet tall and one hundred seventy pounds, she's a
hell of a package.

In another era, Kate would've run a corporation or been the
city's leading dominatrix, but she was one of nine children from
a poor Irish family. She became a nun, teacher, and
administrator. She ran the school with an iron hand and the
results were proof of the pudding. Parents begged to get their
little darlings in OLC because they graduated prepared to meet
the world.

"Kate, it's Vinnie. I need to talk to you," I said when she
answered the phone.

"Hello, Vinnie. A call so soon? You must want Sonya back," she
said with a chuckle.

"No. I don't even want to know how she's doing."

"What is it then?"

"I want to talk about one of your teachers. A piece of shit named
Herbert Brooks."

"All right, but it'll cost you dinner."

"Just dinner? I remember you said something about being horny."

"I know I didn't use that word," she replied coquettishly.

"What word did you use?"

"I don't remember, but that word will do."

Mica, my driver and bodyguard, picked up Kate that evening in the
limo and brought her back to The Sunset, where we ate in my
quarters to avoid being seen. The restaurant catered, serving
lobster tails and medallions of beef with fresh vegetables. Since
it was Kate, I ordered a bottle of champagne.

She was dressed in a white, long-sleeved blouse and navy slacks
rather than her habit. Her clothing was loose to give a hint
rather than reveal her body. Kate liked her hair short and she
didn't wear make-up. I liked the natural touch. It looked good on
her.

After dinner was served and the first glass of champagne
consumed, we got down to brass tacks.

"Tell me about Herbert Brooks," I said.

"Why?"

"He was the guy Sonya cheated with. You know how is it, Kate. I
need to handle it."

"Did you know they were having sex when she was his student?"

"Yes, but that doesn't matter."

"He wasn't her first either."

"From what she told me, he was number fifty, give or take a few."

"If a girl's a slut, there's no reason a teacher shouldn't enjoy
her."

"Does that go for the boys, too?"

"All boys are sluts, Vinnie. You know that." She laughed
lasciviously. "I remember the first student I took for a ride. He
was a big-cocked, overly serious Italian boy who was one hell of
a lover."

"That boy remembers it, too. He remembers the sweet smells and
tastes when he buried his face in your red pussy hair."

"Oh, my," she said. "I won't be able to think of anything else
until you do that again."

"Yes, you will. Think about Herbie. Think about him giving her
cocaine to get to her, because that's what the bastard did."

Kate's eyes narrowed and fire shot of out of them. The first time
I'd seen that look, I was her student and I'd quaked.

"Cocaine?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure, Vinnie? You know how I feel about drugs."

"I'm sure, Kate."

Kate didn't respond immediately and I didn't push her. We ate and
passed small talk until she was ready to discuss him.

"Herbert's thirty-five," she began. "He's one of our best
teachers. In fact, he was teacher of the year last year. The
students love him." She cut a piece off the lobster tail. It was
on the end of her fork when she waggled it at me. "The reason
they love him is that he's positive and non-threatening. He's
almost effeminate."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"You know the type. The boys think he's masculine so they're
comfortable and talk to him. The girls think he's feminine or
neutral so they don't feel threatened. They don't put up their
guards like they do with the boys and they fall into his trap."

"Does he trap them?"

"He's as slick as snake oil, Vinnie. He reads them and picks the
easy target. Then he works on her until she falls into his web."
Kate's eyes burned into me. "Right now, he's working on Teresa,"
she said. She stuck the lobster in her mouth.

"Teresa Barton?" I asked in a neutral voice. My guts were
boiling, but she didn't know that. I don't let others see what's
going on inside me. I took a sip of champagne.

"Yes, Vinnie. Your Teresa."

Teresa Barton thinks she's the daughter of Phil and Lorena
Barton. Lorena is the office manager at my law firm, Costello,
Rao, Schwartz, and Moreno. And Lorena is one of my women. She
comes to me when I call her and she always has. Teresa is my
daughter, but she calls me Uncle Vinnie.

"Lorena told me Teresa is a sweet thing."

"She is, Vinnie, but her hormones are raging. I don't think
Lorena realizes how sexually advanced she is."

"And Lorena told me you're watching out for her."

"I am, Vinnie. Why do you think I told you about Herbert?"

"That gives me something else to discuss with him." I sipped my
champagne. Kate was still watching me like a hawk. "Tell me about
his family," I said.

"He has a wife and two children. His wife's name is Lillian. She
seems to be the stereotypical submissive wife."

"Go on."

"I am if you'll give me time," she retorted with a twinkle.
"You've seen her kind, Vinnie. She does what he says when he says
it, wears what he tells her to wear, thinks the way he tells her
to think. So he has a good deal at home and he plays around. My
guess is she doesn't know it, but she might be one of those that
knows and chooses either to not to believe it or to not take any
action."

"What else can you tell me about her?"

"She's small, maybe five feet tall and a hundred pounds. She's
one of the more active parents in the school projects, but she
refuses to chair a committee or anything like that. She's too
shy."

"And the children?" I asked.

"Two. A girl named Heather who's fifteen. She's one of our
students. Like her mother, she's shy, and I think she's still a
virgin. It's hard to know."

"And the other child?"

"A boy named Terry. He's twelve, so he's too young for OLC. I
don't know much about him."

"Anything else I need to know?"

Kate smiled knowingly. "I'll tell you how I'd do it if I were
you."

"I was counting on that," I replied.

"Herbert's not a violent man. Faced with the threat of
overwhelming violence, I think he'd crumble and do whatever you
wanted." She held out her champagne glass and I refilled it. "And
what you would want is his wife."

"Why?"

"She's his Achilles Heel. A loyal little wife and picture perfect
home are his bedrock."

"How would you do her?" I asked.

"Strictly psychological. Fear of extreme violence from an
overpowering man and no way out but submit to him should make her
pliable as clay. I think you can supplant her husband as the man
in her life."

The dinner portions we were served were smaller than a patron
normally gets at The Sunset Restaurant. I didn't want us to be
too full. Even then, neither Kate nor I finished all our meal. We
talked about the things two friends talk about like politics,
movies, and art. Her intelligence, sense of humor, and verbal
skills are more of Kate's attractive features. She would've made
a damn good litigator.

I was a junior in high school and she was my teacher when we made
love for the first time. I like to think I seduced her, but no
man can seduce Kate, not unless she wants to be seduced. We'd
been lovers ever since. In the high school days, it was hot and
often. It's still hot, but now we have sex only when she wants
it.

I don't kid myself that I'm the only man in her life, but I like
to think I'm the most important. I know there are more women in
her life than men because Kate's bisexual. And she's dominant
with everyone but me.

Some years back, I started asking her how she wanted to make love
each time we got together. She liked that, choosing games that
covered the spectrum. I've always thought we were acting out her
fantasies, but I've never asked her.

"How do you want it tonight, Kate?" I asked.

She blushed furiously, making her skin almost as red as her hair.

"Like I'm a reluctant virgin on my wedding night."

"Am I your husband or an interloper?"

"My husband," she said, and the blush grew.

I read the unsaid meaning. Kate and I would have made a hell of a
pair. We would have chased women and fought lawsuits together.
Then we would have fallen in bed to fuck our brains out.

Room service cleared the suite and left a new bottle of
champagne. I began the seduction of my reluctant bride. Maybe
I'll tell you about it sometime.

Donnie, another of my men, drove Kate home after breakfast the
next day. I went to my office above the bar and worked. I do
work. How the hell do you think I pay for all this?

My people watched the Brooks' routine. A wiretap on their phone
provided more information. When we discovered the children were
going to grandma's house for the weekend so good old mom and dad
could have some privacy to celebrate their seventeenth wedding
anniversary, I finalized our plans.

We'd be in their home waiting for them when they returned from
grandma's house on Friday night. Prissy and I would handle
Lillian. Bigun and Donnie would handle Herbie, and Mica would be
backup.

Herbie screamed the instant before Donnie shot him with the stun
gun. He flopped around on the floor, as stun gun victims do,
while they bound him for transport.

Lillian didn't scream or run. She froze with her eyes wide and
her lips slightly open. She stared at me as Prissy yanked her
arms behind her and cuffed them.

"Open your mouth," I said coldly. Her mouth opened. Prissy jammed
the gag between her teeth and tied it behind her head. Lillian's
eyes hadn't left mine.

I lifted her into the air like a parent lifts a child. I tossed
her up and caught her to give her a sense of helplessness before
holding her at eye level, which meant her feet were more than a
foot off the floor. She squirmed as Prissy raised her skirt.

"Be still," I hissed.

One shake of her head was her only resistance. Prissy yanked
Lillian's panties and pantyhose down to her knees before crossing
her ankles and binding them. Try to keep your legs closed with
your ankles crossed sometime. You can see Lillian's problem.

I stared at her with a dead, cold, fear-inducing glare. Like a
mouse hypnotized by the stillness of a snake preparing to devour
it, she didn't blink or move. When I spoke, my voice was as cruel
and commanding as my expression.

"You're mine now. My woman. I own you. You'll spread your legs
and beg me to fuck you. You'll crawl on your knees crying for my
cock in your mouth. That is your reality. There's no way out for
you except doing exactly what I tell you. No way. You're mine
until I say you aren't."

I shook her and dug my thumbs into her soft flesh for emphasis,
which made her squeal against the gag.

"Think about your worst nightmare - because if you disobey me,
I'm it. Think about the ways that I can cause you pain - because
if you don't submit, I'll do them to you. You will submit. You
will belong to me. That I assure you. You decide if I must hurt
you or if you'll submit to me without the pain."

Kate hadn't told me how pretty Lillian was. She was a little doll
with small bones, fine features, and flawless skin. Her medium
brown hair hid her ears but didn't reach her shoulders. Her
stomach was tight and her legs were shapely.

When I smiled at Lillian, she blinked as if my smile were so
foreign she couldn't comprehend it.

"You'll like being my woman. I treat my women well. You'll find
that I'm a strong but loving man to a woman who's submitted to
me. I can be as kind as I am cruel. Think about it."

Prissy slipped the soft cloth sack over Lillian's head and
snugged the drawstrings under her chin.

Mica drove the van to the warehouse I keep for my purposes. I've
already told you about it. Herbie was on the floor, gagged,
blindfolded, and tied up like a Christmas turkey.

After I sat down in the comfortable rear seat of the van, Bigun
handed Lillian to me. She was squirming as I sat her on my lap.
Little grunts from under the hood matched muscle strains as she
twisted to free herself.

"Be still or I'll tie your legs," I said.

Either she didn't hear or didn't believe me.

"Get some rope, Prissy."

Lillian's struggled intensified, but Prissy and I weren't in a
hurry. We let her exhaust herself before we tied her legs with a
rope running from behind one knee around her back to behind the
other knee. She was spread and bent almost double, with her knees
beside her breasts.

I told Mica we were ready to go.

"Don't you feel silly, Lillian," I said as the van pulled away
from their house. "It would have been easier if you'd done it my
way. You'll learn that the way I tell you to do it is usually the
easy way."

I felt her body shake as she cried.

"Go ahead and cry. Get it out of your system," I said gently.
"It's all right."

I held and patted her until she lay spent against my shoulder.

"You're my woman now. Let me tell you what I expect of my women.
When I call for you, you'll drop whatever you're doing and come
running eager to please me. I don't mean just fuck me or suck my
cock, but you'll do that without question. I mean please me by
the happiness of your smile and the joy in your heart."

She hadn't moved and I could feel her blood coursing through her
veins.

"Tilt your head back. I want to kiss your throat."

She tensed, as I expected.

"Tilt your head back or I'll do it for you," I said without
rancor.

I didn't expect her to give in early and she didn't disappoint
me. Once again, I did it for her until her white throat lay
exposed. Beginning at the little hollow, I nibbled the areas that
lay bare for me. As I tasted her, I stroked the lips of her
pussy. She jerked, only to find being tied and arched like that
severely limited her movements. I didn't try to penetrate her or
flick her clitoris. I kissed her neck and stroked those lower
lips until they were bloated and her wetness oozed out between
them.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" I whispered in her ear. "Wait
until I fuck you. You're going to love it. You're going to love
belonging to me."

I stopped stimulating her. She lay her head on my shoulder as I
held her tightly and gently stroked her through her clothes.

Herbie screamed against his gag and fought his bonds as Bigun and
Donnie carried him into the interview room, which is what I call
my dungeon at the warehouse.

I carried Lillian into the middle bedroom and laid her on the
bed. When I removed the sack from her head, the light blinded
her. I unbound her legs and ankles, yanked off her panties and
hose, and threw them away.

She kicked at me, which I'd expected. I seized an ankle in each
hand and held on as she thrashed around, trying to get away. My
face showed no effort at holding her because little force was
needed. Rather, I looked amused at her resistance. When she was
exhausted, with her blouse sweat-soaked and her breast heaving, I
pried open her legs and crawled between them. I jammed my
cloth-covered crotch against her naked one. She felt my hard cock
and struggled again, but to no avail.

"I'm enjoying playing with you," I said. "It is play because we
both know you couldn't seriously think you're going to escape
me."

When I sat back, she snapped her legs closed and tried to squirm
away.

"Come here," I said as I pulled her back to me. I removed the
gag. She took several deep breaths and stretched her jaw. "Roll
over and I'll uncuff your hands."

She rolled on her back, rubbed her wrists, and watched me. She
didn't try to move away.

"You're a beautiful woman, Lily," I said gently.

She gasped, "What did you call me?"

"Lily. You're a beautiful flower and that's what I'll call you."

"Don't call me that. My name's Lillian."

"Lily's your new name. I'll call you that and you will call
yourself Lily. You'll respond to that name, not to Lillian," I
said.

"I demand you let us go," she said. It's all in the way it's said
- tone of voice and facial expressions. Hers were a bluff.

"Boo!" I barked as I lunged at her.

She squealed and fell off the bed.

"I'm leaving now," I said. "Come kiss me good-bye."

She didn't move so I did, grabbing a handful of hair and slowly
lifting her to her feet. Her hands were wrapped around my wrist
to support her weight. I pushed her back on the bed, pinning her
body with my weight, and holding her hands over her head in one
of mine. I was between her legs again, a fact she noticed.

"I'm going to have you. I'll be between your legs like I am now,
but we'll both be naked and my cock will be in you."

When I leaned over to kiss her, she turned her head away. I
turned it back to face me.

"Kiss me," I said threateningly, but she didn't.

Her lips were tight and unyielding. With my palm under her chin
and fingers holding her nose, I sealed her airway. The instant
she realized she couldn't breathe, she surrendered. When I felt
her sag, I released her nose and let her breathe again.

"Kiss me now, Lily," I demanded.

Her kiss was unacceptable, limp as bread dough. I didn't
complain. I continued kissing her. She started to respond. When
she gave way completely and started to enjoy it, I stopped. I
looked back at her just before I exited. She was sitting on the
edge of the bed staring at me with her arms, elbows locked,
supporting her. Her legs were splayed. That was a good sign. A
very good sign.


Herbert Brooks was hanging by his wrists in the interview room,
which is what I call the dungeon at my hidden warehouse suite.
Mica and Donnie were babysitting him.

Herbie was naked and they'd stretched him. His feet were off the
ground a few inches, with his legs spread about three feet apart,
and attached to the floor. His arms were directly over his head
and attached to the ceiling. His pale, almost sickly white skin
was mottled and beaded with sweat. His long hair was wild, but
his face was wilder, like a trapped animal.

"Let me go this instant," he whined when he saw me.

I slapped him forehand and backhand. No blood, but I rang his
bell and his eyes watered.

"Don't whine. It irritates me. Look at me, Herbie," I said in my
cold, fear-inducing voice.

Herbie is about five ten. He struggled to get his head back far
enough to see me. His eyes were watering more, but these were
tears.

"Do you know why you're here?" I asked.

"No."

"You fucked my woman. You're going to pay for that." I slapped
him.

"No. No! It wasn't me."

I slapped him again. "Her name's Sonya Simpson."

Herbie's eyes widened to saucer size. I took his left testicle
between thumb and forefinger, and rolled it around. He begged for
his manhood and his life. I won't repeat it. It was blather. The
bad part was the dumb bastard slobbered on me.

When I had enough fun, I put the palm of my hand on his chin and
pushed upward. It's hard to beg when your mouth won't open. And
it's hard to breathe with a finger in each nostril. His face
turned red as he jerked and struggled in vain. I released him the
second before he lost consciousness. He gasped for air, drooled,
and started that pitiful whining again.

Remember when you were in junior high school and you'd flick the
girls on their tushes with a rubber band? They'd squeal, or swing
at you, or run for the teacher. My rubber band was thick and
wide, not the little ones like in school. And Herbie couldn't
swing or run, but he could squeal. I walked circles around him
flicking him in appropriate places, like his armpits, nipples,
asshole, and the head of his cock. I wanted to make sure he was
paying attention when I talked to him.

"Herbie, baby, let's make a deal," I said.

"W-wh-what?" he stammered.

"You have something I want. Give it to me and I won't hurt you."

Hope springs eternal in the human breast. Hope almost made Herbie
explode.

"W-w-wh-what is it? T-tell me. I'll give you anything."

I smiled.

"W-w-wh-what is it? W-what? What! Tell me. I'll give it to you.
Whatever it is. I'll do it!" Herbie squeaked. His eyes bugged
out. "What do you w-want?"

"Lillian. I want Lillian."

Herbie deflated and lost control of his bladder. The carpet in
the interview room is indoor-outdoor because that happens from
time to time.

I sat down by my men and opened a soda, which I sipped while I
waited. I could tell he hated the idea of giving me his wife, but
the length of time he was silent told me that he was considering
it.

"No. You can't have her. There's nothing you can say or do to
make me change my mind," he said with a pompous and phony
fortitude.

The little fart had more backbone that I realized. Or, maybe, it
was less brains.

"I don't want her forever, Herbie. She'll still be you wife, but
she'll be my woman. You can fuck her when she's not with me, but
I'll fuck her whenever I want to," I said neutrally.

He swelled up like a toad. Like a toad, it was a hollow defense.

"Never. Damn you! Never!" he screamed in a tinny, high-pitched
voice.

"How about some pizza?" I said to Mica.

"Sounds good, Vinnie. Cheeselovers?" Mica replied.

"Shit, no. Supreme," Donnie interjected.

We argued about pizza while Herbie hung around. Our argument was
set up. When I thought it'd gone on long enough, I gave the sign.

Mica said, "I'll go order it." He and Donnie left the room.

I walked to Herbie and stared at him until he couldn't meet my
glare.

"Look at me," I snapped. His eyes teared again and his lip
quivered. "I'm going to have Lillian. It'll be a lot easier on
you and on her if you agree. Let's do this the easy way," I said.

"I won't agree," he said, but I knew he didn't mean it. I knew
that even if he didn't.

"Here are your choices, Herbie. Agree and I won't hurt you.
That's right, Herbie. Give me Lillian and you'll go home
unharmed. But disagree? I'll start by whipping you until you pass
out. Have you ever been whipped, Herbie?"

He couldn't make his mouth work to answer, but he shook his head.

"Then a demonstration's in order," I said.

He started squealing and begging again. It was an obnoxious noise
that didn't stop until he felt the first of four swings with a
three-strap flogger on his ass and thighs. Then he screamed like
a banshee.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

He was crying too hard to answer. I held his chin to make him
look at me. I didn't speak until his noise had subsided.

"Herbie, that's just the start. First, I'll whip you until your
whole body throbs in pain and you pass out. I'll wake you up so
that we can butt fuck you. All of us. We'll make your ass our
darling little fuck hole. You might like that, but even if you
don't, the gay priests will love having another ass to use."

I walked to the toy cabinet, retrieved two butt plugs, and held
them up for Herbie to see. One was small. The other would make an
elephant cry.

"This is what my cock will be like in you, Herbie," I said,
waggling the big one. "I'll let you start with the little one.
I'm trying to do this the easy way, Herbie. Why don't you do it
the easy way and give me your wife?"

I greased the little plug's tip with petroleum jelly to ease the
entrance. When I put the tip of the butt plug against his ass,
Herbie passed from squealing to a sick, animal sound like a bird
being eaten. It's hard to describe. It's harder to hear and I
almost felt sorry for him. Almost, but not quite.

I let him squirm and twist until he hung limp. When I slammed the
butt plug home, I made a mental note to buy earplugs before I did
this kind of thing again. I rotated the plug in his ass and
gently moved it in and out as I talked to him.

"Would you like me to fuck your ass, Herbie?" I asked.

He couldn't even shake his head.

"Come on. You can admit it to me. Isn't having a man take you a
secret fantasy of yours? Wouldn't you like a big, hard cock like
mine deep in your bowels before you suck my shit from it?"

Herbie was hyperventilating.

"You can tell me later. Don't let the plug slip out, Herbie," I
said as I patted his ass. "That would make me mad and, believe
me, you don't want to see me mad."

I waited until Herbie seemed to be in control of his emotions
before proceeding. Mica had bought a pair of garden shears, not
the hedge trimmers with the toothed blades, but the shears with
fourteen-inch long stainless steel blades, like scissors. He'd
made them look used with an application of cow's blood. I
retrieved them from the cabinet and held them up for Herbie to
see. I opened and closed them, then opened them again. I was
looking at him through the open blades.

"Then, Herbie, then, oh, Herbie, this is the jewel in your crown
of thorns. I'll castrate you and cut off your dick. Think about
it, Herbie. Do you want to be a girl without a pussy?"

I snapped the blades shut. They closed with that metallic hiss as
the blades scissored past each other, followed by the click at
the end.

When Herbie fainted, I left him there.

Mica hadn't ordered pizza. There were steak sandwiches and French
fries in the kitchen, but I had work to do. I joined Prissy in
the observation room where she'd been watching Lillian.

"How's she doing?" I asked.

"See for yourself," Prissy replied.

Lillian was pacing back and forth.

"Has she been pacing the entire time?" I asked.

"She's stopped three times to use the bathroom, check the door,
and try the phone."

"Thanks, Prissy. You can go eat with the guys."

When I walked into the bedroom being used as Lillian's cell, she
stopped to watch me with big questioning eyes.

"Turn around, please," I said. I said it nicely and she did it
without thinking. "You're an attractive woman, Lily," I said.

"I asked you not to call me that," she said in her little girl's
voice.

"Why not?"

"That's what my father called me," she said as a blush rose to
cover her.

"He knew you were a special, beautiful flower, and so do I. Come
here, Lily."

She didn't move.

"Lily, don't be foolish. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if
you're disobedient. Now come here."

She came in fits and starts to stand out of arm's reach.

"One more step, Lily. Come on. You can do it."

I extended my hand. She took it and a deep breath. One giant step
and she was inches away. I put my hands on her waist. She
trembled and started to step back, but she didn't want to resist.

"It's all right, Lily," I said softly.

"Please don't," she whimpered.

"Shhh," I said as my hands slid up her arms and over her
shoulders to cup her face. "Beautiful Lily. Sweet little Lily."

I kissed her. Her eyes were open and she didn't respond at first.
Her mouth opened on the second kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut on
the third, but when my lips left hers, she squirmed to get away.

"Let me go. Please," she said as she wrapped her tiny hands over
my wrists to stop me from holding her.

I took her head in my hands again. My hands are big and her head
is small. I felt like I was holding a child.

"Lily, we're going to be lovers. You and I. You'll bear my weight
and take me into you."

"No," she replied, but she didn't try to look away.

"Yes, Lily, we'll be lovers. I've made that choice. Your choice
is doing it with or without pain."

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered.

"Because I want you."

"I don't believe that," she said with surprising strength. Her
expression changed. Gone was the frightened and unknowing.
Instead, I saw a cool and distant sadness.

"You don't believe that I want you?" I asked.

"No. I'm not a woman men pursue. I never have been." She smiled
wanly and tugged at my hands, which I let her pull away from her
face. To my surprise, she held my hands. "You're a man who could
have any woman he wants. Why me?"

"You're an appealing, sexy woman."

"No, I'm not. Please quit lying to me."

"You are sexy. You have a pretty face with big expressive eyes
and a lovely smile. You have a tight little body, great legs, and
I'll bet that's a delightful ass."

"You shouldn't talk to me like that," she lamely protested.

"Why shouldn't I tell my woman she turns me on?" I asked.

She blushed and shyly tilted her head down.

"You do turn me on, Lily. You turn me on so much I'm going to
have you soon and often," I said tenderly, but firmly. "More than
that, I'm going to have you always. Not just now. Always. You're
my woman now. You belong to me because I own you. Do you
understand?"

She didn't answer and she didn't look away. A picture's worth a
thousand words. The picture on her face made my cock hard and my
heart happy.

There was a knock at the door. It was Bigun, who said he needed
me.

"I've got to go," I said. "When I come back, you can show me how
delightful your naked body is."

I kissed her again. With open mouth and closed eyes, she welcomed
and returned my kiss, but she didn't touch me.

"Herbie's hysterical, Boss," Bigun said when I joined him in the
hall. "It sounds like he's cracked."

I was sorry to hear that. Giving a guy the good hard butt fucking
that he so richly deserves can be emotionally rewarding for me if
not for him. It cleanses the soul and relieves tensions.

The butt fucking itself is the icing on the cake.

The cake is watching his ego and self-worth crumble into ashes.
It's the small talk, which helps him understand he's a worthless
piece of shit not worthy of anything more. It's feeling him
struggle helplessly and hearing him beg you to spare him. It's
tying the knots in the ropes exactly right so he can't move and
his ass is spread for your use as he fights helplessly. It's
hearing him sob uncontrollably as you tell him other guys can
tell by looking that he's been butt fucked and how much he wants
it again.

Then when you butt fuck him, it's his screams as you drive your
cock up his dark hole and the feel of his hot, dry ass spasming
on your cock.

But Vinnie Costello's word is gold. I'd given Herbie my word that
if he agreed, I wouldn't do that to him.

Herbie was a temporarily insane and pathetic creature when I
returned to the interview room.

"T-t-take her. T-take Lillian. And t-take H-Heather, too."

"Heather?" I asked innocently.

"M-m-my d-daughter. She's f-fifteen and s-she's p-pretty, like
her m-mother."

"Thank you, Herbie. Now quit crying. I gave you my word I
wouldn't hurt you if you gave me Lillian. My word is gold."

I held a can of soda to Herbie's parched lips. He drank eagerly,
burped, and the bubbles went up his nose. I patted him on the
back.

"Are you all right?" I asked solicitously.

"Y-y-yes, sir. T-thank you," he whimpered.

"Herbie, I want you to understand how it is now. Lillian's mine.
My woman, but she's still your wife. I'll fuck her when I want
to, but you'll live with her, love and care for her, and make
sure she's ready for me the next time I want her."

"Y-y-yes, sir. Anything you want. S-Sir."

"I've given my woman a new name. It's Lily. That's what I want
you to call her."

"Y-y-yes, s-sir. Her n-name is L-L-Lily."

"I'll take Heather, too, Herbie, but not right now. Why don't you
tell me something about her."

"L-like w-what?"

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

"N-no, sir."

"Is anyone fucking her?"

"I d-don't think so."

"Have you fucked her?"

"N-n-no, sir."

"Good. I'll be the first to fuck her virgin cunt. Don't worry.
I'll break her in right. I'll let you watch us if you want to."

"W-w-watch? N-n-no, t-thank you, sir."

"Don't tell Heather that I'm going to have her, and don't tell
Lily either. Let it be our little secret."

"Y-y-yes, sir."

"And when I'm ready for Heather, you'll help me get her, won't
you?"

"Y-y-yes, sir."

"Let's talk about another girl, Herbie. Her name's Teresa
Barton."

"T-Teresa?"

"Yes, Teresa. Why are you hanging here?"

"I had s-s-sex with S-Sonya," he said. He looked confused.

"That's almost right. You had sex with Sonya when she was my
woman."

"I understand," he said. You know something, I think he did
understand.

"I'm protective of my women, Herbie. It upsets me when another
man takes advantage of them. Do you want to upset me?"

"N-n-no, sir."

"Listen very carefully because I'm going to tell you a deep, dark
secret. Teresa's mother is my woman, too. Teresa is my daughter."

Herbie expelled the butt plug and his face turned green.

"What have you done with Teresa, Herbie?"

"N-n-nothing. As G-God in my w-witness, nothing. Please, oh,
please believe me."

"Good, Herbie," I said, patting his cheek. "Now I'll tell you
what I want you to do. Be Teresa's friend, her confidant, her
mentor, and advisor. Learn her secrets. You'll tell me
everything, but you won't touch her. Understand?"

"Y-y-yes, s-sir. You're very clear, sir."

"Good boy, Herbie. You relax while I visit Lily. I'll see you
later."

I heard Herbie's sigh of relief when I left him hanging there.

Lily spun around to face me when I threw open the bedroom door.
I'd surprised her by returning so quickly.

"Lily, do you remember me saying not to try the phone or door?"

She looked guilty as hell. "No," she lied.

"You remember. You disobeyed me by trying them and now you've
lied about it."

She shook her head as her face crumbled and a few tears slid down
her cheeks.

"Come here so I can spank you, Lily," I said firmly. "Don't make
me come get you."

Rigid as a wind-up doll, she marched stiffly to me. Without
realizing it, her hands went behind her. Damn, I wished I could
see them. I couldn't tell if she had crossed her wrists like they
were bound or she was protecting her bottom from a spanking.

"Freeze," I said.

She stopped in mid-step. I took one step and was beside her. Her
hands were covering that darling tush. When she realized she gave
away a secret, her hands curled into balls and she blushed a
beautiful shade of crimson. I took her elbow, guided her to the
edge of the bed, sat down, and pulled her close to me.

When I lifted the hem of her skirt, she put her hands on my
wrists again to stop me, but I continued in spite of her
resistance. When she realized resistance was futile, she stopped.
A few new tears escaped her eyes. A pink tongue tip flicked out
to capture some of them.

"Why am I going to spank you, Lily?" I asked.

"I disobeyed you," she whispered. "But you shouldn't spank me.
I'm Herbert's wife and I'm to obey him."

"Does Herbie spank you?"

"No. I don't do anything to deserve it."

"You deserve it from me."

"Even if I do, you shouldn't do it," she said forcefully. "I'm
his. I'm not yours. I'm not."

"Yes, you are. You are mine now and you will be mine as long as I
want you."

"You aren't my husband."

"I never will be legally, but this is how it'll be. I'm husband
number one. I'm the main man in your life. I'm the man you need
to please. Herbie is husband number two. You'll come to me each
time I call for you. You'll joyfully do whatever I want you to
do, and that includes being spanked. Get over my lap."

"No," she snapped. One tiny fist raised as if to strike me.

"Go ahead. Hit me."

I loved watching her face as hers emotions flickered in short,
bright colors, like electricity across a metal grid. She sighed
and her hand fell limp at her side. I lifted her chin and her
eyes were submissive and questioning.

"Don't fight me, Lily."

I gave her a demanding kiss, with a hand behind her neck and the
other on her ass pressing her against me. The response was better
this time.

I stroked her face and said lovingly, "You're my woman. I don't
want to punish you, but I have to do it. You haven't given me any
choice. If I let you get away with being disobedient this time,
you might think you can do it again."

"No, I won't," she murmured.

"Yes, you will. That's human nature. I'll be as gentle as I can
this time, but next time will be harsh. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Lie down over my lap."

She sighed and lay across my lap with her head and torso on the
bed and her legs dangling in the air. She folded her arms to rest
her head on them. I pulled up her skirt and lay it across her
back.

Most people have a tailbone that turns in when it reaches their
ass, but in some the tailbone turns outward. That makes an anchor
for a jutting, aggressive ass. Goldie Hawn has one of those. So
did Lily Brooks. It was a great ass. Not too big, not too small.
Firm and high. A kissable ass. A pattable ass.

Her ass had a little hollow right at the top, between the small
of the back and where the crack starts. Below the hollow, it
ballooned, curved and full, before disappearing in the fold where
it joins her thigh.

"You do have a beautiful ass," I said.

"I do not," she replied unconvincingly.

I kissed that small hollow. Lily squealed, twisted away, and
plopped on the floor. Time for action. In a spilt second, she was
over my lap again. I spanked each cheek six times, alternating
left to right. The spanks were delivered with a pop of the wrist.
They smarted and left a red hue, but didn't hurt that much.

She overreacted, complaining and fighting shamelessly. When her
spanking was over, I held her in place with my arm around her
waist. Her ass spasmed as I stroked it with my fingertips. My
fingers trailed down her thighs and between her legs. When I
released her, she didn't move until I guided her to a standing
position.

"You liked that," I said.

"No, I didn't," she said as her lower lip trembled.

"If you want another one, ask for it. Don't be bad to make me do
it. Hold you skirt above your waist."

She complied. I kissed her again as one hand gently tugged on her
pubic hair.

"Spread your legs."

When she obeyed, I tugged lightly on her labia. She struggled
with her emotions, which flared for me to see.

"The next time I come through that door, Lily, I'm going to fuck
you," I said.

I kissed her again. There was no resistance, only hot and eager
lips, lips that were soft and ready for me.


When I joined Prissy in the observation room, Lily was standing
as I left her - a little spread-legged statue holding up her
skirt to reveal a reddened ass.

"What do you think?" I said.

"She's on the edge of the cliff, Vinnie. It'll only take a little
push," Prissy answered.

I agreed, but didn't say so. I didn't want to push Lily. I wanted
her to jump.

Lily straightened her skirt, took a deep breath, and emitted a
sigh that rattled the windows. She went into the bathroom. The
toilet flushed.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw herself in the big
mirror and stopped. She sighed again. Her face changed to frank
neutrality and her shoulders straightened. She tucked in her
tummy. She was appraising herself. I was appraising her, too. I
liked what I saw.

She tilted her head, turned a little, and fluffed her hair. I
wondered how often, if ever, Lily looked at what she was. My
guess was that she never did, or, if she did, she saw herself in
a clouded and distorted way that reflected learned perceptions,
not what she really was.

On the balls of her feet, she turned her back to the mirror as
she looked over her shoulder. She raised her skirt until it was
bunched around her waist. Her ass, tight and hard as she stood on
tiptoes, had a pink glow. A tiny smile curled her lip as one hand
lovingly caressed her ass cheek.

"Nice," Prissy whispered. I silently agreed.

In a flash, Lily's face changed to horror. She squeaked, turned
brilliant red, and charged the mirror.

"Lillian Brooks," she said sharply to her reflection. "You say
you're going to submit to him because he's stronger and you don't
have any choice, but don't tell me that's it. Admit it. No man
has made you feel this way. You're dying to surrender to him."

For a moment, I thought she'd cry, but her face morphed into a
sexual smirk. She stood straight and tall, arrogantly looking at
herself.

"Yes, I'm going to be his harlot," she said.

She turned on the balls of her feet and swayed back to the bed.
She looked at herself one more time before lying down and folding
her hands across her belly.

I didn't plan my punishment of Herbert Brooks the way it was
unfolding. When I began, I had no intention of using his wife as
anything more than a punishment for him. I'd planned to crush
them both and leave them on the refuse heap of life.

But she appealed to me. She was one of those rare women worth
keeping. You know what that appeal was. It's what it always is.

Her face.

I'd seen it first in the way she looked at me in those frantic
moments when we captured them at their house. In the seconds
before shock and terror overcame her, she'd stared at me while
Prissy cuffed her hands behind her. I saw sexual interest as if
she'd never met a man she wanted as much and the feelings
overpowered her.

In the times we'd been face to face since then, hints of what she
wanted to be with me peeked from behind her dominant emotions,
like nymphs peering lustfully from behind the trees in a forest.
But when she'd said she wanted to be my harlot, the honesty of
her raw emotions swept away her pretensions like oaks caught in a
flash flood.

That was a face I wanted and I would have her.

"I'm going to go see Herbie," I said to Prissy. She nodded
acknowledgment.

Herbert Brooks was fully dressed and sitting in one of the chairs
in the interview room. Fed and spruced up, he looked presentable
except for an expression of shock and terror. When I entered the
room, he stood like a guilty schoolboy.

"Hi, Herbie," I said with a warm and friendly smile. "I want to
make sure you and I understand each other. Why is this happening
to you?"

"I gave Sonya Simpson cocaine and had sex with her," he replied
in a high-pitched and frightened voice.

"What are you going to do about Teresa Barton?"

"I'm to protect her, to be her friend and confidant, but not to
touch her. I'm to report back to you anything I hear from her or
about her."

"What about your wife?"

"She's your woman now. I'll live with and care for her, but she's
yours."

"What's her name?"

"Lily."

"And Heather?"

"When you're ready, she'll be yours, too."

"Very good, Herbie," I said jocularly. "I see you're a smart man.
That's probably the reason you're such a good teacher." I scowled
at him and I thought he'd wet his pants. "Herbie, do we need to
discuss again what'll happen to you if you don't obey and
cooperate with me?"

"N-n-no, sir," he stammered.

"Good boy, Herbie. Now here's what's going to happen next. I'm
going to fuck Lily. She'll love it and it'll cement her to me.
You're going to watch. I want you to pay close attention. Notice
how much bigger my body is than yours. Particularly notice how
much bigger my cock is. And watch your wife. She'll be hotter and
enjoy it more than she ever has with you. Watch for the signs,
Herbie. You can tell. She'll know it's the best fucking she's
ever had, and you'll see it, too. After it's over, you'll know
every time you fuck her, she'll compare you to me, and you'll
come up short. Oh, yes. She'll compare. I'll win. You'll lose.
Every time."

Watching Herbert Brooks crumble like a broken mirror was
emotionally satisfying. Very satisfying. Even more so than butt
fucking him. It didn't make any difference if Lily enjoyed me
more or if she compared the two of us. Herbie would think she did
and that's what counted.

I yanked his head back by his hair. He squeaked and quivered.

"Listen closely, Herbie. Lily is mine. You'll be loving and
considerate to her. Your life will be like it was except she'll
come to me when I want her. You'll do everything in your power to
make sure she remains mine. If she disobeys me, you'll wish you
were dead because there's not a place in the world that you can
hide except one. That's in a grave."

Bigun and Donnie escorted Herbie to the observation room. When I
started with this plan, I wanted Herbie in the room, but he was
secondary now. I wanted Lily. Knowing he was watching would have
a negative impact on her that I wanted to eliminate.

Lily was lying down when I walked in her room. She turned toward
me and stared. I expected to see apprehension followed by desire.
Apprehension never showed. Her eyes were soft and warm. Her smile
was real. When I sat on the bed by her, she didn't move, but her
face blanched, then flushed.

"It's time," I said softly.

She flushed again, and began unbuttoning her blouse. She
undressed and shed her clothes by squirming on the bed. When she
was through, she lay still with her legs slightly spread and her
arms bent over her head with hands to elbows.

Seeing her dressed, I would've guessed her breasts were a B-cup.
Seeing her naked, I knew A-cup at the most, like racquetballs
high on her chest. She looked longer waisted than I'd realized
and that waist was narrower. Her bush was a morass of unkempt
dark hair above a prominent pubic bone. Her belly button was
concave. Her lower belly was slightly convex, with striations
from child bearing.

She watched me undress with wide and attentive eyes. A tiny smile
never left her lips. When she saw my cock pop out as I dropped my
drawers, her smile grew and her legs parted a little wider.

When my knee touched the bed, she said, "What's your name?"

"Vinnie."

"Hi, Vinnie. I'm Lily," she whispered musically.

When I wrapped one hand around her arms to hold them down, her
pussy made one thrust upward. I pushed down her pubic bone with
the palm of my other hand and put a finger in her hot dampness.
Her pussy thrust under against my hand as her legs bent in frog
fashion.

When I lowered my head to kiss her lips, she struggled to raise
hers to meet me. Her kiss was sweet and eager, but I pulled away
to nibble down her throat. I nibbled her nipple first. Then
pressured lips slid down the dense flesh and gentle teeth scraped
upwards while my tongue tickled her nipple. Her entire breast fit
in my mouth.

A woman's heat tells the tale of her wants and needs. As I made
love to Lily's breasts, her heat increased exponentially and her
pussy throbbed on my finger. Her nipples were almost as sensitive
as her clitoris.

Her legs flayed, her body twisted and sweated. She was a
butterfly pinned to a board  at both ends. She gurgled and
muttered incoherently before orgasming. I continued playing with
nip and clit.

"Stick it in me," she groaned. "Now. Please."

"What?" I said, pretending not to hear.

"Put it in me, Vinnie. I need it."

"Fuck you?"

"Yes, Vinnie. Fuck me. Fuck me."

I wondered if she'd said that word before and what her husband's
face looked like as I roughly guided her to her hands and knees
before moving between her spread legs. My view was excellent. Her
narrow shoulders, the muscles of her back, her narrow waist and
flaring ass, were ambrosia for my libido.

I also had a good view of our faces and bodies in the giant
mirror. And, behind it, her husband could see us both.

I lodged the tip of my cock between the bloated lips of her
pussy.

"Stick it in. Come on, Vinnie," she growled.

"Look at us in the mirror," I said.

She raised her head, which arched her back.

"Please fuck me," she begged, expelling the words as a moan from
deep inside her.

I drove in to the hilt. Her mouth popped open and her eyes bugged
out. Her face contorted and she murmured, "Oh, God, yes." We all
knew she orgasmed. I kept fucking her with smooth, hard strokes
until she came again and her head dropped to the mattress. I
slowed to keep her hot, but let her rest.

"Stop, Vinnie. I can't take any more," she mumbled.

She twisted to get away, grunting as she did. I held her tightly
with my left arm around her waist.

"No. Don't, damn you. I'm too hot. I'm burning up," she pleaded.

I pulled her head back until her body was trapped against mine
with her ass against my crotch and my cock buried deeply inside
her. That's when I felt the heat grow in her pussy. I couldn't
remember a pussy that hot and I wondered if a cock could get
burned in that kind of heat. Her mouth was open. Her eyes were
unblinking. Her chest heaved in short, quick breaths. But her
hips and legs were motionless.

"Look at us in the mirror, Lily. Look. You can see how good we
look when we're fucking. Look at your legs outside mine. Look at
my cock in your pussy. Look at your sweat and your face. I love
your face, Lily. It's an animal's face. You're beautiful, Lily. A
beautiful, sexual animal."

"Your animal," she moaned.

"Yes, my animal. Mine."

"Yours, Vinnie. I'm your animal. Your woman. You own me."

"Yes, I do."

I bit her shoulder muscle and held it in my teeth, like a
stallion does a mare. I twisted her nipples until pain registered
on her face. Her hips started to move.

"That's it, my pretty pussy. Fuck yourself on my cock."

Picture an old-fashioned marionette mounted atop a rod. The
marionette moves animatedly above that fixed center. I provided
the rod and Lily was the puppet, except this puppet provided her
own unique movements - a carnal vision of orgasmic woman,
accompanied by the unintelligible sounds of a she-cat and a tidal
wave of sexual heat and smells. It was a vision unlike any I'd
seen and sounds rarely heard as she slithered and twisted.

My own face portrayed a different picture to the mirror and those
behind it. It was possessive. Lily was mine now. Lily knew it. I
knew it. And Herbie, if he had a brain in his head, knew it.

Lily was mauling her body with her hands as she danced erotically
on my cock. Her sweat flowed freely. The red of her skin kept
deepening. Her pussy juices soaked my crotch and upper thighs.
Her face was contorted in agony.

"Vinnie, help me. I can't cum. I can't. Oh, God, Vinnie, I need
to cum."

I threw her on her back with her arms trapped underneath her,
spread her legs like she was doing the splits, and drove into her
pulsating cunt. It spasmed, pinching me like a clasped fist, but
I jerked back and slammed home again. Lily was rigid, her face
contorted in sexual agony, as I fucked her with brutally hard
thrusts.

The vibration started in her pussy and spread like seismic shocks
in an earthquake. The vibrations became trembles, the trembles
became jolts, until she was an arched, rigid mass undulating from
some internal force. She didn't scream. Air rushed from her lungs
with a whoosh and her eyes rolled back in head as she lost
consciousness. The perfect orgasm.

Only one problem. I hadn't shot my load and my balls hurt.

I have turn-offs like you do. My biggest one is the woman being
unconscious. The idea of giving a woman a rape drug or sleeping
potion is for limp-dicked guys into necrophilia. I like women
alive, quivering and dripping, unable to be still because they
want me so much. If I wanted them flaccid, I'd buy a rubber doll.
The instant Lily lost consciousness, her muscles relaxed, and her
body started cooling.

I pulled out, covered her over with a blanket, and joined the
others in the observation room. Except for Herbie, they all
looked horny as hell.

Herbie was vacant-eyed, a pitiful empty shell. I would've felt
sorry for him but a vision of Lily's erotic dance atop my cock
filled my mind.

I began this because of Sonya. Now I was doing it for Lily
because I wanted her as much as I'd wanted Sonya, but in a
different way. I didn't want her to be by my side as Sonya had
been. I wanted her to come running to me.

I pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him. He stared at me
like he'd go blind if he looked away.

"She's mine," I said.

"Yes, sir."

"Any questions?"

"No, sir."

"And you remember the rest of our agreement."

"Yes, sir."

"Don't ever double cross me, Herbie. If you do, I'll hand you
your cock in a paper bag. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

It was all over for Herbie. He knew I owned him as much as I
owned his wife. He knew the score now and he'd be a good little
boy.

"Donnie, take Herbie to The Crib and you guys have some fun," I
said.

"If you don't need me, I'll go with them," Bigun said hopefully.

The Crib is a black-owned brothel that specializes in women who
look young, with narrow hips, baby faces, and bald pussies being
at a premium. Originally, all the women were black, but now there
were more Orientals than blacks and there was a smattering of
Anglos and Hispanics.

"Go ahead, Bigun, and, Mica, go home to Leekeysha," I said. Mica
smiled.

"How about me, Vinnie?" Prissy asked. I knew what she wanted and
I wanted the same thing.

"Let's talk some," I replied.

The others cleared out. I set all the alarms, checked Lily to
find her in deep slumber, and went to my bedroom. Prissy was
already there. She was naked and standing by the bed waiting for
me.

Prissy is built like a middle linebacker with tits. She's big.
Her muscles are strong and hard. Usually, she appears to be
gender neutral and sexless. But she is a woman. She doesn't
reveal her femininity to everyone, and she doesn't let it
interfere with her work, but it's there in spades.

Prissy and I were occasional lovers, coupling when either of us
wanted a good roll in the hay. Bigun and Donnie had been her
lovers, too, as well as others I could name. She can be forceful
or subtle when she fucks. Today I didn't want subtle. I wanted a
hard coupling to unload my aching balls.

She wanted it, too, but, as I approached the bed, her expression
said, "Make me." We struggled, rolling on the bed like
heavyweight wrestlers, grunting until we were red, covered in
sweat, and our breathing labored. I don't know if she resisted
with all her strength, but I used all mine until I was between
her legs. When my cockhead penetrated her pussy, she locked her
legs around me and jerked me into her.

When she came, I had to gasp to breathe as her legs tightened
around me. When I came, I screamed. Sleep overcame me with her
arms around my neck and her body under mine.

Three hours later I awakened with Prissy sprawled against me. I
swatted her on the ass. She groaned and rolled over.

"I'm starved. What's in the fridge?"

"Bigun brought in T-bones," she said.

"I'll cook. Do you want one?"

"Or more," she said.

Lily was deeply asleep when I checked on her. I wrapped her in
the blanket, carried her into the kitchen, and propped her in a
chair. I started the steaks and salad, while Prissy boiled some
oil and poured French fries in to cook.

Lily stirred when she smelled the food cooking, but she didn't
say anything until I sat her plate in front of her. We three ate
like galley slaves that hadn't been fed in a week. Prissy and I
finished our steaks and spilt another one as Lily finished hers.
Prissy started on the dishes.

I wiggled a finger and Lily groaned as she came to me.

"Sore?" I asked.

"You wouldn't believe it," she replied.

Lily blushed and her eyes flashed up at Prissy as I removed her
blanket, but she didn't try to stop me from exposing her. Lily
bore the marks of heavy sexual combat. Blue breasts with teeth
marks on the right one. A bruise and tooth marks on her shoulder.
Skin abrasions from her nails. Four small bruises over each hip
bone from my fingers as I held her. Red blotches. Bruises on her
thighs.

"Where's Herb?" she asked.

"He went to a whorehouse with Donnie and Bigun," I replied.

She sighed. "I guess he needed something. He lost his wife
tonight."

"No, he didn't."

"Oh?"

"Let me tell you what's going to happen. You're his wife, but
you're my woman. You'll live with him as you always have. The
difference is when I call for you, you'll come running to me.
When I'm present, you're my woman and you'll act accordingly.
When I'm absent, you're still my woman, but you'll act as you
always have with him."

Questioning eyes gave way to acceptance.

"Herb has agreed to that?"

"Yes, he has."

"All right, Vinnie."

That was all the discussion about this seismic change in their
lives. She didn't ask why I'd done it or why Herb agreed. She
wasn't dumb. Maybe, she guessed and didn't want confirmation. I'm
sure she cared, but she knew some things were best left unsaid.
Part of it was that she liked the change.

Lily and I went back to bed to sleep like the dead. When we
awakened, we took a long, leisurely bath together. I knew she
wanted to fuck again, but I wanted to wait.

When she started to dress, I said, "You'll wear what I want you
to wear, Lily. Right now, I don't want you to wear anything."

She looked horrified for a spilt second before smiling wantonly.

"Whatever you say," she replied as her eyes twinkled sexily.

"How many men have seen you naked?" I asked.

"Only you and Herb."

"That's changing," I replied. I held out my hand.

She had a soft, sexual smile as she took my hand and padded after
me.

Donnie, Prissy, Bigun, and Herbie were playing gin, which is a
fool's game if Bigun's in it. He always wins.

Lily turned beet red when we walked through the door, but moved
like a woman who's pleased with her sexuality. Herbie stared at
her. She returned his look with a tiny smile.

"Kiss your husband," I said.

Lily kissed him gently on the lips and ruffled his hair. He made
no move to touch her. I sat down and she sat on my lap facing
him. I covered her breast with one hand and her pussy with the
other as Herbie and I stared at each other. Lily looked at me,
not him, as she wrapped her fingers around my cock.

Herbie sighed and returned to the game. When he glanced at his
wife, the way he looked at her pleased me. His expression showed
love but not ownership, caring but not possession.

When Lily looked at him, there was a soft gentle loving. She
looked at me with unbridled passion.



I sat on a straight chair in the lounge in my warehouse suite. I
was naked. Lily, who was also naked, perched on my left thigh
with her legs spread. Her fingers wrapped around my cock as I
stroked her pussy. Nearby, Donnie, Bigun, and Prissy, who are my
people, and Herbie, Lily's husband, played gin.

Herbie was facing Lily and me. He'd glance at us occasionally,
but he never looked chagrinned or protested.

When the game was over, I said, "I'm going to fuck my woman. Come
watch us, Herbie."

Lily trembled. She didn't know Herbie had watched the first time
I took her. This would be the first time in her life another man
was in the room with her and the man she was pleasuring, as well
as being the first time her husband watched her as far as she
knew.

"Yes, sir," Herbie said.

Herbie was being a good little boy. He was mine like she was and
we all knew it. He followed docilely as I carried Lily to the
bedroom. I lay in the middle of the bed. Lily lounged on her hip
with her leg over mine as Herbie undressed. He lay down on the
edge of the bed.

"Get me hard for you, Lily," I commanded.

She knew what that meant. She had a sexual smirk on her face as
she squirmed until her mouth was over my cock. She didn't look at
Herbie. Her eyes were locked on mine as she wrapped her fingers
around me and lowered her mouth to suck the head. Her eyes closed
as she focused on our pleasure.

I winked at Herbie and he flushed with sexual need.

"She's a good cocksucker, isn't she?" I said to him.

"Yes, sir," he replied. Herbie was excited. His hand twitched to
reach for his own cock.

"Go ahead, Herbie. You can play with yourself, but don't cum."

He nodded and grabbed his rising member.

I let Lily suck me until my hard cock was covered with her
saliva, and her skin was moist and hot with need. I lay Lily
back. Her arms were around my neck and her legs high in the air
as I fucked her. There was no doubt she loved it and no doubt she
was my woman. She acted like Herbie wasn't there, and her
orgasms, expressions, and calling my name were proof enough.
After I unloaded, I cooled there as our juices ran down the crack
of her ass.

"Would you like a turn, Herbie?" I asked.

He nodded.

"When I'm not around, you two are husband and wife, like always,
and what you do is between you two. But when I'm with you, she's
mine and you must have my permission to touch her. Understand?"

"I haven't touched her, sir," he said.

Lily started stroking my back and her legs went around me. Poor
Herbie. He wanted her so badly he could taste it, but he didn't
want to ask.

"Do you want to do it, Herbie?" I asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Well, ask for permission."

"Can I have her?" he said. He quivered all over.

"That's not the way you ask. Say 'May I fuck my wife, please,
sir?'''

He asked politely. I rolled off his wife and smiled at him.

When he fucked her, she came with him, too, or acted like she
did. And she acted like a woman enjoying the man in her. There
was a difference or two. She held my hand and when he came, she
turned her head toward me and smiled.

When I sent them home Saturday night, I gave her a pager with
instructions to call me immediately anytime it beeped because it
meant I wanted her. I gave her a business card with only a
telephone number printed on it, like I gave all my special women.
They were to call it if they wanted me.

When I buzzed her pager at nine on Monday evening, I pushed the
stem on my stopwatch. It had been forty-eight hours since I'd
seen them and I wanted to make sure things were going to plan.
She called back in seventy-two seconds.

"Hello, Vinnie." Her voice was soft and warm.

"What are you doing, Lily?"

"Herb and I had just crawled into bed."

"Were you going to have sex?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have you two had sex since you left here?"

"Yes, Vinnie. Three times."

"Is he hard?"

"Throbbing," she said. I heard the smile in her voice.

"Let me talk to him." I heard her saying I wanted him.

"Hello, Vinnie," he said. I liked his voice. It was submissive
and eager to please.

"Lily's coming to my place so I can fuck her, but I hate to leave
a guy with a hard-on. Would you like a hand-job before she
leaves?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, ask me and remember to do it properly."

He didn't hesitate and he got it just right. He said, "May I have
a hand-job from my wife, please, sir?"

"Sure, Herbie. Let me talk to her."

"Yes, Vinnie?" Lily said.

"Tell him to lie back with his hands behind his head."

I heard her tell him before she said to me, "He did it."

"Masturbate him," I commanded.

I could hear him groaning and her sweet words of encouragement to
him. I was surprised how quickly she said, "He came."

"Mica's outside waiting for you. Wear nothing but a robe."

"Yes, Vinnie," she said. There was a happy lilt in her voice.

Mica called me from the limo so I was waiting for her as they
pulled up in front. I took her hand and led her through the
lobby. Bertha was on duty at the desk. She sighed and shook her
head. The few people in the lobby noticed Lily. Who wouldn't? She
was beautiful, barefooted, and waring a robe.

When the steel security doors that separate my suite from the
motel proper closed behind us, I kissed her. She whimpered my
name as I slipped the robe off her shoulders, picked her up, and
carried her to my bedroom.

There are a series of ropes and restraints at the head of my bed.
Each restraint is a wide leather band lined with soft kid
leather. The bands are attached to eyehooks in the wall by a
thick, nylon rope through pulleys. Each rope has a toothed clamp
to hold it in place for quick and easy completion of the
restraint.

No man has ever felt those restraints because no man but me has
ever been on my bed. Many women have been there. I like seeing a
woman helpless and waiting for me. They like it, too. They like
having something to pull against. And they like it when I lie on
their bodies.

When I lay Lily on my bed, she scooted to the middle and lay
back. She waited impatiently as I undressed. I kissed her long
and hard as my hands roamed her body. I bound her wrists to the
headboard before stimulating her until she was sobbing in need
and begging me to fuck her. She enjoying begging as much as I
enjoyed hearing it, and she looked good doing it. She looked
better orgasming, which she did often.

After we recovered, I propped against the pillows with my feet
flat on my bed. She sat on me, leaning back against my thighs
with her legs around my waist. We were sipping red wine.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"About you."

"What about me?"

"How much you please me. You're a loving and sexual woman, Lily.
I'm enjoying your being mine."

"I'm enjoying you in a way I never thought possible," she said.
She blushed crimson and a hand covered her mouth, but her eyes
twinkled sensually. Then her expression became serious. "I'll
leave him for you, Vinnie. All you have to do is ask me."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I told you, but I'll tell you again. You're his wife. You'll
stay with him and you'll make sure he's sexually satisfied," I
said firmly. "You'll maintain his house and raise your children."

"All right, Vinnie," she said.

She sounded disappointed. She sipped the wine and her thoughts
were far away. When she looked at me again, she sighed and
shrugged.

"Lily, you'll be faithful to me except for Herbie. If you fuck
anyone else without my permission, you'll live to regret it."

"I know that without being told," she replied defensively.

"It needed to be said because I'm deadly serious about it."

"Yes, Vinnie," she replied.

"You wear his mark. Those rings on your finger. You need my mark
on you."

She smiled like that pleased her. "What do you have in mind?" she
asked.

"Usually I have my women wear a gold necklace with a V-shaped
pendant, or a ring on their finger. But there are times when I
don't want my mark to be so easily seen. I do something else
then."

"Like what?"

"A tattoo."

"Where?"

"On her lower belly."

Lily was thinking. The thoughts were sexy. Her face told me that.

"May I give my opinion?" she asked.

"Go ahead."

"Herb appears to be happy with what's happened, but a visible
sign would be more than he could handle. Since he's going to
remain my husband, I don't think you should do that."

"I feel the same way."

She wrapped both hands around the wineglass to stay her
trembling.

"So when do I get my tattoo?" she asked as her eyes twinkled.

I called my favorite tattoo artist. In less than half an hour,
Lily was naked and on her back as the artist decorated her lower
belly. It was an eagle with its talons reaching for her pussy.

In the wee hours of the morning, my limo pulled up in front of
their house. Bigun rang the bell and asked Herbie to join us in
the backseat of the car. Herbie wore pajamas. He hesitated a
second when he saw his naked wife, but climbed into the car.
Bigun shut the door behind him.

"Hi, Herbie," I said. "Lily has a new a tattoo she wants you to
see."

Lily lay back to show him. She looked smug.

"That tattoo shows that she's my woman. Right, Herbie?"

"Yes, sir."

"Right, Lily?"

"Yes, Vinnie," she said happily.

I unzipped my pants and fished out my cock. Lily smiled at me
before glancing at her husband. They both waited for me to tell
them what to do.

"Suck my cock, Lily," I commanded. "I want my cum to cover your
face." She grinned and slid between my legs.

Herbie became aroused watching his wife suck my cock. I saw no
signs of rebellion or jealousy. I saw nothing in her to indicate
anything but satisfaction and happiness. When I came, she spread
my sperm over her face in a white, viscous layer like icing on a
cake. Her expression said she liked it.

"She'll need fucking when you get her inside," I said. "Can you
handle it?"

"Yes, sir," he replied eagerly.

"I don't trust just anybody to take care of my woman," I said
menacingly.

"Don't worry, Vinnie. I'll take good care of Lily like I always
have," he replied. It was the most confident thing I'd heard him
say.

I bade them goodnight. He wrapped her robe around her and helped
her from the car. After we pulled away from the curb, Bigun slid
open the window between the compartments.

"Boss," he said, "there was a girl watching the car from an
upstairs window."

"Oh? That must be Heather, their daughter. Tell me about her."

"She has big eyes and she's pretty, like Lily. Boss, I think she
was masturbating."

"Thanks, Bigun."

"Sure, Boss."

The window closed and I sat back to relax.

Lily called Thursday morning.

"Good morning, Vinnie," she said brightly.

"Good morning, you beautiful, sexy lady. How are you?"

"Great, but I want you."

"Should I send a car?"

"No. Just give me directions."

Lily Brooks wore a camel-colored skirt, navy blouse, and a look
of sexual arousal. We spent the morning in my quarters having a
long and mutually rewarding liaison. Before she left, we agreed
that Thursday morning would be our time together. It has been
ever since.

Six weeks after the Friday I took Lily from her husband, I
attended a play at Our Lady Catholic High School because Teresa
Barton had a major part in the production. After all, a father
should attend his daughter's important functions, even if the
daughter didn't know I was her father.

As I watched Teresa on stage, I realized Kate was right. She was
more sexually advanced than Lorena, her mother, realized. I made
a mental note to talk to Lorena about her.

After the play, there was a party for the cast, attendees, and
their families in the school cafeteria. Sister Kate, wearing a
habit, looked serene and dignified as she greeted the attendees
at the door. As we shook hands, I got a squeeze from her. I saw
the Brooks and the Bartons talking, so I joined them.

"Uncle Vinnie!" Teresa squealed when she saw me. She threw her
arms around my neck and gave me a strong embrace.

"This is my best friend, Heather Brooks," Teresa said,
introducing the small, attractive young lady next to her. "And
these are her parents, Lily and Herbert Brooks. Mr. Brooks is my
favorite teacher."

"Hello, Lily," I said, shaking her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet
you. Herbert, glad to know you."

When I took Heather's hand she gave me a smile I understood.
"Hello, Heather. Please call me Vinnie."

"Hello, Vinnie," she replied. I liked her voice. I liked her.

I greeted the Bartons warmly, giving Phil a hardy handshake, and
sweet, pregnant Lorena an appropriate hug. The Brooks and I
carried off without a hitch pretending we didn't know one
another, which was as it should be.

A passerby, seeing our relaxed and animated little crowd,
wouldn't have known that Teresa was my daughter, or that both
Lorena and Lily had eagles tattooed above their pubic bones to
evidence they belonged to me. The passerby wouldn't have seen
Sister Kate's sly smile or twinkle when our eyes met from afar.

The passerby wouldn't have noticed my appraisal of Heather as a
future partner, although they might have noticed Heather's
interest in me. I certainly noticed.

What perplexed me was Teresa Barton. The hug I'd gotten was more
than a hug for a favorite uncle. When our eyes met, her look was
more than a girl happy to see a relative. And she held my hand
the whole damn time. She didn't just hold it. She held it in both
of hers and her thumb was rubbing the back of mine.

The last time I was confused and perplexed by a woman I was
twelve. My confusion ended when she explained she was going to
teach me all the pleasures of the flesh. She was sixteen and the
school slut, but I didn't care about that. She taught me wonders
that I'd dreamed of, but that's another story.

I got another strong hug from Teresa before she bounded off to
visit with some other teenagers. Heather hugged me the same way
and left to join my daughter. Lily didn't seem to notice her
daughter's sexual interplay with me, but Herbie did. He seemed
relieved his daughter was coming on to me.

Herbert left to attend to school business and the Bartons moved
away to talk to other parents. Lily and I were alone in a crowd
of people.

"You've changed my life, Vinnie Costello," she said softly.

"And?"

"And I love it. Are you going to make me wait until Thursday?"

"Yes."

She sighed. "I can live with that even if I don't like it," she
said lovingly.

Some other parents interrupted us. Shortly, I took my leave.

Riding back to The Sunset in my limo, I thought about my world.

Losing Sonya hurt. I still had a dull ache inside me, but Lily
eased my pain more that I'd anticipated. I was glad she was
there. I wondered where Lily and I would end. Would she be in my
life for years like Lorena or some of the others, or would she
disappear in a flash as a few of them did?

I knew I'd find other women I wanted. I always do. Maybe, Sister
Kate was right. Maybe I should take them young and train them for
me.

I picked up the car phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" Carolyn said brightly. I could hear the voices of
excited children in the background.

"I want you," I said.

"Please not now, Vinnie. I'm in the middle of Timmy's birthday
party. Let me make it up to you some other time."

"All right," I said.

"Thanks, Vinnie," she whispered. "I'll call you in the morning."

That's part of the problem. The women have other lives. Some have
children and husbands. I fathered only one of Lorena's three, but
all of Carolyn's kids. Carolyn would've come to me if I insisted,
but why do it? I wanted them in my bed, but I wanted them to be
happy with their lives. It was an ongoing dilemma.

When we arrived at The Sunset, I went to the bar. It was hopping
as it always was on Friday night. I walked to the end of the bar
and wiggled a finger at the head bartender.

"What's up, Vinnie?" he said.

"Point out some easy pickings."

She was sitting at the bar with her hands wrapped around a
highball. Her friend was next to her and a guy was hitting on
each of them. About forty with brown hair cut short, she was
pretty with a happy, nervous expression. Her dress was nice, but
something that might be worn to church and not a nightclub. There
were two rings on her left hand. A little plump, she had a full
ass and breasts to match. Her friend looked the same, but her
hair was longer.

I've wondered where the husbands are when the wives go to a
pickup joint. Maybe they're out of town, or screwing someone
else. Or maybe it's the wife's turn to get some new action and
the husband's home watching the kids. I didn't really care. I
just wondered.

I maneuvered my way through the crowd to join them. Her eyes met
mine and locked onto me. When the guy hitting on her saw me and
her face, he knew he'd missed on this one and eased back to let
me take his place. I leaned against her so her thigh was against
my crotch and her shoulder against my chest. I could feel her
heart beating. When I put my hand on her thigh, she didn't move.
My hand wandered under her skirt to tease her.

"What's your name?"

"Connie. What's yours?"

"I'm Vinnie." I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Connie, I'm
going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until you squeal and
your toes curl. Then I'll fuck you some more." She quivered.
"Finish your drink and let's go."

"I couldn't do that," she lied.

"You came here to get picked up and fucked. I'm the best fuck
you're going to find."

"My friend?" she said.

"Do you want a threesome?"

She turned fire-engine red and vigorously shook her head.

"Tell her you got lucky and you'll be back in an hour or two."

She whispered in her friend's ear. The woman stared up at me.
Connie downed her drink, skittered off the stool, and
straightened her dress.

For the casual pickups, I use Room 201 or 203, not my quarters. I
led Connie to 201.

"I've never done anything like this," she lied as she unzipped
her dress.

Except for pillow talk, Connie and I didn't say a word. Connie
was far from the best fuck I ever had, but she was willing and
eager. That made her acceptable. For that night, that was enough.
She was dressing to go home to her husband when I left her to
return to my quarters. I showered and went to bed naked.

In that instant before sleep overcame me, faces of women flashed
through my head.

I wished one of them were my special woman, like Sonya had been.

I wished that special woman was with me, to warm my bed, and my
soul.

The End 

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