Author's note:
There will be both verbal and non-verbal communication in this chapter. Note the conventions I already mentioned in the introduction. Verbal communication will be indicated with "", as normal. Non-verbal with - -. With non-verbal communication there is an implicit power exchange. The character in bold is the more dominant one, the character in italics the more submissive one. This chapter will add a third character, both bold and italics, an indication of being in the middle of the power dynamic. Hopefully the markings will make it easy to understand what is taking place.
Jessie stood in the kitchen, finishing off her beer, staring at the little leather book sitting on the table.
The book had created intense feelings inside of her that she had never before felt in her life. Since she started a physical relationship with Tom, she'd desperately wanted to feel even a small portion of the desire that was currently pressing into her and making her almost mad with lust.
Her nipples were still hard as stone, pressing almost painfully against her bra. Her panties felt so wet that it almost seemed as though she had wet herself. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily as she stared at the object that had created this lustful response within her.
How was it possible that a simple book could do this to her?
She was nearly certain that it couldn't be a psychosomatic response. She hadn't known anything about the existence of this book as she stood next to the bin and felt the heat of it calling to her. She couldn't have made up this response to an object she'd never even knew existed, could she?
Even as she stood there, staring at the book, she could feel its heat calling to her. She had, of course, read The Odyssey when living with Gramps. In that moment she suddenly was quite aware of what it must have felt like when passing The Sirens. Her desire to answer the call of the book was nearly palpable.
The thought didn't even enter into her head to take the desire burning into her and drag Tom into the bedroom to finally feel what it was like to really make love to him. She could only feel the draw of the book, creating a burning heat between her legs as it called to her.
When she finished her beer, she sat it down and went back to the table and picked up the book. Once again it seemed to her as though she was holding a large, throbbing cock in her hand instead of an ancient leather bound book. The desire to explore this cock was intense, nearly overpowering to her. She felt herself succumb to it with nearly no resistance.
"I'm feeling a little tired," she said to Tom as she made her way towards the bedroom, trying to shield his view of the book (
cock!
) she held in her hand. "I think I'm going to lay down and take a nap."
He was sitting on the couch with his laptop, meaning he was probably writing code while the game was on in the background. That meant he was probably just distracted enough to not notice that she felt almost drunk with desire.
"Sure thing," he said, barely looking up from the computer, as she suspected. "Don't sleep too long, or you'll be too groggy to have fun tonight."
"Yeah, I know." She looked at the clock. "I still have about three hours though, right?"
"Yeah, although we have to go by the bakery on the way to pick up the cake I ordered."
"Ok," she said, "I'll set a timer on my phone to leave me with plenty of time to get ready."
She ducked into the room and closed and quietly locked the door behind her. She hoped that Tom would be too involved in his sports to come check on her, but figured she could lie and say she must have accidentally locked the door if he asked.
She sat the book on the bed and then quickly pulled the t-shirt out of her jeans and in one smooth motion pulled it over her head and off, tossing it onto the floor by the side of the bed. Her bra soon followed. She laid down on her back on the bed, picked up the book and then pressed it into her bare breasts.
She found herself transported into another room which seemed impossibly large. She could see a stone wall behind her and rows of stone columns leading away from her, but the lighting was very dim and she could not see either a ceiling or any other walls. She found herself squatting in front of what appeared to be a makeshift mattress on the floor. On either side of the mattress there were small tables carved of stone. These held small stone bowls which appeared to be filled with a dark liquid which was being burned to produce the only light in the room.
What struck her immediately were the sounds she could hear all around her. There were women's voices, many of them, making sounds associated with pleasures of the flesh. She could see figures moving at the edges of the light, but could not make out any details. However, she instinctively knew what was happening based on the earlier vision she had. She had been transported into a circle of pleasure surrounding some sort of altar. There had been many women joined in a circle, all of them naked. They alternated between lying on their backs and being on their hands and knees so that the circle was joined and every woman was simultaneously pleasuring someone else and being pleasured. At first, she had been one of the women, on her back, a woman kneeling over her and feeding Jessie her pussy while another woman was between Jessie's legs, giving her incredible pleasure.
She recognized that these were the women that had been in the circle, and they were, at that very moment, pleasuring each other yet again.
She heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see a figure emerge from the darkness to come and stand in front of her. He was naked, and his uncircumcised manhood was turgid and sticking out in front of him, seeming to defy gravity as it pointed up towards the invisible ceiling.
She recognized that penis!
Cock!
She recognized that cock, she corrected herself, it looked exactly like the cock she could see in her mind when she touched the outside of the book with her hand.
