Forward
The naughty bits start at the beginning of Chapter Three. The first chapter is long on plot and a bit of character development and the second chapter is also necessary for plot development but if those things don't appeal to you then skip on down to the third chapter; you won't be disappointed.
However, if you decide you want to know a bit more about these two then there are a couple of things you should know.
The violent events depicted in chapter two of this tale actually took place. The names, times and locations have been changed to protect my ass from litigation but they did occur.
The third tale (depicted here) is written so that it takes place some months after the second one.
Chapter One
Idyllic
Evelyn Sang and I had become quite close over the last several months. I still wasn't sure where this was going (if anywhere at all, outside the bedroom).
It was a hot ride to be sure and I was determined to enjoy it as much as possible. I figured the best way to make that happen was to please her as much as possible.
She seemed to be of a similar mind set yet she absolutely had to present an aloof exterior both to the outside world, as well as to me.
To the world, she was Mrs. Sang, The Businesswoman, and woe betide anyone who so much as looked at her cockeyed!
In her home, she and I were very sexual but again, she kept me at a distance. It was very apparent that she enjoyed me as a sexual partner and I certainly reciprocated but romance and intimacy were things that she simply did not express.
She might fuck me or torment me sexually but she'd never kiss me in a searing tongue-tying lip-lock. It simply left her feeling uncomfortable.
I never did address her as 'Evelyn' either. We were always on a very formal 'Mister and Misses' basis. Rather old world but I gathered that her late husband had been very formal and he had had a profound influence on her.
Of her late husband's brother, we'd seen no more. The unlamented Byron seemed to have disappeared.
Still, Mrs. Sang took the Kung Fu lessons, as she had agreed to but we were in different classes so I never saw her at the school nor did we talk about such things when alone. I knew she trained because I had checked with her Sifu (that's teacher to you). Mac was pleased with her regular attendance, good attitude and steady progress. If he was pleased, that was good enough for me.
Mrs. Sang and I would meet in her office once a week for about fifteen minutes for business. After that, we'd repair to the local coffee shop for a coffee before going our separate ways.
Now that I had helped her secure her holdings, she felt it important to keep me in the loop concerning her financial successes. I didn't know all her dealings; merely that she was on top of things. It was a sign of her respect for me I and regarded it as that and nothing more.
The night was a different matter. Nearly every night after work, I'd travel over to her home. Once there, she did all kinds of nasty things to me. She would also command me to perform for her. I was only too happy to oblige.
When we finally copulated, it had been an unusual experience for me. She insisted on tying me face up on the bed and riding my mouth and then my cock.
Our sex was not limited to copulation however. While the variety of activities was not very wide, each one was so intense I couldn't wait to arrive at her door. It was so very different from what I had experienced up until that time.
At least once a week, she'd tie me spread eagle in her basement. At that point, she'd alternately whip me and masturbate me to the brink of orgasm, repeatedly. After she brought me to a screaming climax; she'd untie me and have me service her with my mouth. A duty I was only too happy to honor.
Sometimes she'd take me from behind as she had before. Whatever we did, it was hot and it filled our nights!
I'd come over to her house and spend two to tree hours being very sexual with her. After we were done for the night, I'd get dressed, she'd usher me out the door and I'd go home. It was an odd kind of arrangement and I found it interesting that I never thought to dominate her; not once.
One day, on my way to our weekly business meeting, I came to a serious realization. I was slowly falling head-over-heels in love with Mrs. Sang and I knew that I dare not say a word to her!
Chapter Two
High Noon
After the meeting, we left her office to walk down the block to the local coffee shop. It was a warm sunny summer day. The traffic was heavy but that wasn't unusual for that time of morning. There was a slight breeze.
I saw the big man first. He was trying to look inconspicuous and doing it rather badly. He kept staring at me and then looking away. He was tense and kept shifting his weight from side to side.
He might as well as waved a big sign that said, "I'm going to attack you now!"
I stopped abruptly and peered into a shop window to my left, as though suddenly seeing something of interest there. Mrs. Sang followed suit but looked rather curious.
I spoke under my breath to her, "Heads up. The big man ahead is trouble. He's thirty feet in front of us."
She did her best to remain calm and not stare at him.
Instead she stared in the window and asked, "What should we do?"
Her voice sounding calm, although I doubted that she felt that way.
"Turn and go back the way we came." I responded, "We'll call the cops from your office."
As we turned to retrace her steps, a familiar figure stepped out from another shop a few feet behind us.
Byron had made his return and he had brought a friend.
He smiled a cruel smile. His eyes were hot with rage and he looked past me and gestured to the big man. I turned back in time to see him rushing straight at me.
For a big man, he moved fast. Balanced and tight, he looked to be in good shape and he wasn't there to play; that much was obvious.
From behind me, I heard Byron yell something in his native tongue but the big man ignored him and kept running right at me.
I stepped quickly forward towards the big man and picked up a city trash can. It must have been garbage day because the thing was empty. I threw it at the big man's belt.
It stopped his charge and he stopped running to block the trash can down and to the side. I took the opportunity to step forward and kick him hard between the legs.
He gasped and bent forward and I stepped back. I did not want to wrestle with the guy and to continue to beat someone who was incapacitated, in front of a witness like Byron was a good way to get sued. So I stopped and it nearly cost me everything.
The big man quickly straightened up and stepped toward me, his lead hand open to grab me, his rear hand cocked to punch. If he got his hands on me, he'd likely hurt me bad before I could stop him.
There was no time to wonder how he had eaten my kick. Instead, I angled slightly past his lead hand and doubled up on the jab (I hit him twice in the face with the same hand). He fell, stunned and I turned to survey what was going on behind me.
Mrs. Sang was beating the crap out of Byron. He had obviously thought her to be the same ineffectual woman whom he had hit some months earlier. They were about five feet away and she was doing her best to strike him with her fists as often and as hard as possible.
Finally, in pain and fear, he turned and ran from us. The big man staggered to his feet but the fight was out of him and he joined his 'friend' in a headlong retreat.
The whole thing took less than ten seconds from the time I saw the big man until they were both running away.
"Are you okay?" I asked Mrs. Sang.
She whipped around and stared intently at me as though she had forgotten I was there. I noticed she was holding her breath. She also shook.
I took a deep breath and smiled and she did the same.
"You know, this is getting out of hand." I remarked.
She raised her hands in a gesture of surrender and shook her head as if to say, "Enough is enough. Let's call the authorities before someone gets hurt."
When we reached the coffee shop at the end of the block, we did call the police and had our coffee while we waited for them to arrive.
They came and wrote down our complaint but I knew not much was going to come of it. With no witnesses and no blood, the chances of getting even a restraining order were somewhere between slim and none.
I said as much to Mrs. Sang after they left.
She nodded and I added, "Good thing you've been training. Mac would've been proud of you today."
She blushed and looked away.
Chapter Three
Renewal
That night, I knocked on her door when I arrived at her home. She answered it and looked down and away.
"I'm really not in the mood tonight." She said rather stonily.
"I didn't think you would be." I replied evenly, "But that isn't why I'm here either."
She looked at me quizzically and I continued, "You really shouldn't be alone tonight. If you won't have my company, then go stay with some friends. Do it because I asked."
Her look softened and she looked down before gesturing for me to come in. That was the first night I ever spent the whole night with Mrs. Sang.
We were at her home. It was a few days after Byron made his ill fated return. I had a talk with Mrs. Sang. The last few days had not been easy for her. She had just not been herself and I could see it was eating her up inside.
Some people are not bothered by violence and some are. She obviously fell into the later category. Odd for a Dom but there you have it.
"Look, I really respect what you did to Byron. He had it coming and there wasn't anything else you could really have done anyway." I began calmly enough, "But if you can't let go of that, then let's go to see someone about it. I know a guy..."
