Thanks to KD for the fantastic help with editing and suggestions!
Please start with Chapter 1.
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At the loft, Philip was exceedingly anxious. Sending Mei back to her place, he now felt, had been a mistake. One or two days would have been ok but five was too risky. He was worried that she may have slid back into her old thinking, assumed some of her old habits; and then of course he missed her. He wouldn't do it again. Atop that concern was the new dynamic of this Karla woman and what might be happening emotionally. This kind of reprogramming had to have a single focus and allowing for an alternate outlet for her satisfaction might have unintended consequences. But what could he do? He couldn't account for all possibilities, he just needed principles to follow and get creative when new challenges arose.
In fact, this Karla thing might be just right. If he could dominate her even more fully than Mei and set Mei above her in the hierarchy, get Mei to dominate her then perhaps it would allow her to leave Jenny even further behind. He would consider tomorrow when Mei was with the kids.
Blended with these thoughts was an excitement to get her on the machine. To see her bound, gagged and coming again and again really had him tightly wound. On top of it all was, unexpectedly, thoughts of Ai. Ever since the experience, which he found himself repeatedly reviewing, his inclination was to engage with her again. Perhaps not to repeat but to explore. He had allowed his imagination to embellish the meeting with significance that undoubtedly wasn't there. She was a pro after all, even if she hadn't been doing it long, and pros didn't seek a connection with clients, they ran from them. Except she'd told him her real name, and more unusual still, she'd told him where she went to school and offered to return off the clock. That had to mean something.
The sound of Mei opening the downstairs door interrupted thoughts of Ai's lips being spread by his cock shaped dildo and of releasing deep into her mouth. A twinge of guilt curdled inside his stomach as he opened the last dead bolt and swung open the door.
Mei Chun had just removed her blouse as she climbed to the top of the stairs.
"Hey, baby," he said as she came up the last step, "Miss me?"
She took the final step, entering his embrace from below. "Missed you something awful," she said, and wet her lips for a kiss.
Kissing Mei was a surrender of his own, succumbing to the emotional power she held was akin to sweetly drowning. He would have been very pleased to let her lead, to allow her to suffocate him in luxurious affection, but, alas, it wasn't time yet. She wasn't ready. When all this was done she was going to be so good. Yet for a moment, he basked in the overwhelming warmth and tenderness of her mouth, the feel of her body perfectly molded to his.
"I've missed you... so much," she said between two short kisses that sucked on his lips. "Get these clothes off me and get me into my collar, master."
The way she said, 'master', so needful and honest, not like she was playing a game, thrilled him. It was an endearment, an acknowledgement of her servitude which made it so much more powerful. He stooped, gathered her knees under his forearm and carried her inside.
"Yes, yes, Philip, now, and later and in the middle of the night and in the morning too. Do anything to me that you want. Just make me yours, completely yours."
He carried her to the bedroom, her head nuzzled into his shoulder. She felt so wonderfully weak and small.
"Tie me up, Philip. Let me give you my pain if that's what you want. Or bathe me and massage me and worship me or tell me to suck your cock for an hour and stick it up my ass. I want you to use me like your fuck doll or some cheap whore or be your princess, a virgin for you. I want all of that, Philip, so long as it's exactly what you want."
He gently laid her on the bed. Her eyes were wide, an almost frightened look on her face, mouth open. He made to take her skirt off but she wiggled out of it before he could.
"I want simply to make love to you, Mei."
They were beautifully spoken words that satisfied her. It was what she wanted too, sweet loving caresses to touch her soul and for her body to satisfy his.
"Leave the hose on," he said and she liked the idea.
"Where's my collar?" she asked and he got it for her.
What followed was forty-five minutes of exquisitely gentle and passionate love, surrounded by the music of their moans and breathing. Few words were needed but 'love' was uttered frequently.
They ended in a spooning orgasm, the slow burning of which was like a torch welding them together.
After they cooled a bit, the aura dissipated, she rolled over and methodically kissed every inch of his body. She spoke to him through and between soft applications of her lips.
"You're so powerful, so much a man, so unafraid. I feel your love for me and it breaks my heart, Philip. I feel so unworthy of you when I'm away but I'm so happy satisfying you. So redeemed and complete."
He lay quietly, letting her stroke him with her words. Contentment suffused him, nothing could improve the moment. Then he thought about Ai and having her lips against his skin too but realized that the two would clash. Not that they would fight, necessarily, but that Ai wouldn't match Mei's level of devotion and the contrast might be an unharmonious one. Could he make Ai love him the way Mei did? And what about this Karla? Could she be his too?
Having worked down his chest and stomach, she put his soft penis in her mouth, more to worship it than to get him ready for another round right away. It felt great flaccid like this, just fitting in all the way and spongy like a big gummy worm. A bit of flavor from deep within her was dried upon its surface, making her think of Karla. She wanted to tell him about it so she let him fall, half erect, from her mouth.
"How do you feel about me and Karla at the gym?" she asked, sucking one testicle into her mouth. It really did concern her.
"Like I said, I'm very interested in your pleasure."
She pulled until her lips lost suction on his ball and it made a wet 'pop' as it fell free. "No jealousy?" She went for the other one.
"Yes, of course. I told you, but if I can't hurt for your pleasure than what kind of commitment would it be?"
It made her pleasure at sucking his testicle so much more intense. She was proud of the sacrifice of her freedom to him, knowing it was perhaps her most intimate gift. She'd been such a selfish bitch for so many years that this sudden indulgence in giving made her giddy.
"She's ready to meet you."
"Hooked on you already?"
"Yeah. I don't mean to brag but she loves my body and I think she's falling for me."
"Does it make you feel deceitful? Like you are tricking her?"
