The Ceo Ch 13

Eva awoke to Margo riding Max slowly, sensuously moving her hips back and forth, then laying on top of him and teasing him, whispering in his ear. Eva pretended to be asleep and just watched them, slipping a hand down to her pussy. It was a little crusty and sore from fucking, but quickly became wet as Eva teased it with her fingers. Max released his load and then they lay quietly, cuddling and kissing.

Margo eventually got up and went in to take a shower, followed closely by Max. It made Eva think about that week she spent with Lucas, and how she did the same thing several times. Eva hated that he was so far away...

Eva and Aunt Margo did eventually make it to the Art Museum. Margo talked openly to Eva about sex. Eva asked about anal, and Margo said that some girls seemed to like it and some don't, suggesting that Eva would just have to figure out for herself, but to go slow. Margo admitted it was something she didn't start enjoying until she was older, but then she didn't do a DP until she was older either.

Eva enjoyed the day, the open discussion, and the art. The feeling of soreness in her pussy was a pleasant reminder of the prior night's activities. The day came to an end and Margo dropped Eva off back at the house.

Eva thought about composing an email to Lucas, or calling him on the phone, but realized that he would still be asleep. Eva wasn't even sure how she was going to tell him about this. She was tired and dozed off thinking about it.

The next morning at breakfast, Aunt Mable and Big Daddy were very talkative and amiable. The business was going well, and Aunt Mable had gotten some invitations to parties from important people. Aunt Mable noted that it was going to be the last really warm day of the year perhaps.

"Why don't you join us at the pool in a little bit," Aunt Mable suggested.

"I wouldn't mind getting some sun," Eva admitted.

"Why don't you wear that little suit of yours? You might not get another good day of tanning in, after all," she said. Seriously, Eva thought? This was Aunt Mable asking her to wear that little suit. "I'll make sure Big Daddy keeps his eyes covered," Aunt Mable continued with a warm smile, sensing Eva's doubts about her authenticity. This definitely seemed weird.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Eva offered. "I don't want Big Daddy to think less of me." Eva was grasping at straws here, and lying through her teeth.

"I'm sure it will be fine," Big Daddy said casually.

"It's settled then," said Aunt Mable.

Eva went back to her room and thought about what she might say to Lucas. Eva usually called on Saturday mornings, which was around dinner time for him. Eva debated with herself, then just decided that she would see how it went. Eva tried calling twice, but each time she only got an answering machine. That was pretty unusual, and no texts either.

Eva went to her drawer and pulled out the suit. Eva still wasn't sure about this, but she really did want to get some sun. Eva took her time, taking a shower, shaving her legs, and painting her toenails. Then Eva slipped on the little bikini and threw on a little cover up. She found her shades and flip flops, and headed outside.

They were already out there. Big Daddy had a drink on the table getting some sun. Aunt Mable was under the umbrella as usual, in a floppy hat and with her cover-up, with a big set of shades like a movie star. Eva didn't think she'd ever seen Aunt Mable actually get any sun, and her skin was like alabaster.

She had a tall glass next to her with an umbrella, reading a book. Big Daddy pushed up his shades as Eva took off her cover-up, and Eva realized he was wearing a little Speedo suit, that was stretched to cover his package. Eva had never seen him wear one of those before, and Eva quickly realized that the last thing she needed to do was look at it.

"Did you enjoy the art museum yesterday?" asked Aunt Mable.

"It was nice, I like the impressionists," Eva replied.

"That museum has some very nice nudes from the post renaissance period," Aunt Mable noted. "Did you make it upstairs?"

"Yes, but we didn't spend much time there," Eva remarked, trying not to reveal that she and Margo had actually spent quite a bit of time there, and one painting in particular, a large oil on the back wall, had grabbed her attention because of the intertwining of bodies, the desperation and longing of the lovers, and the sword of death being swung by roman soldiers.

"Pity," Aunt Mable said. "My favorite is the Trevoire in the back with the roman soldiers. You should look at it next time you go." Eva felt a weird tingle run down her spine. "It has quite a mature theme, but you have shown yourself to be an adult now, so you might be able to relate to it." Eva tried to settle in to her lounge chair.

"Isn't she quite all grown up now?" Aunt Mable directed her question toward Big Daddy. He had been following intently, but suddenly feigned as though he wasn't even paying attention.

"Oh, yes quite," he muttered. "She's started college and all."

"Look at her," Aunt Mable directed. Eva suddenly felt extremely self-conscious about her bikini and her body, since most of it was on display. Big Daddy turned in an attempt to look partially interested but detached.

"Stand up so he can see you," Aunt Mable directed. This whole thing felt suddenly weird and Eva felt like maybe she should just head back to her room. Eva reluctantly got up.

"Her breasts really have filled out, haven't they," Aunt Mable continued. "And those hips don't look like a little girl anymore" Aunt Mable continued to ramble on. "She was always so rambunctious, but always ready to run up and give you a hug, then run off again and get into some more trouble. Well, I think she has turned out quite the woman, and apparently comfortable putting herself on display. What do you think?"

Big Daddy didn't say anything, but gave her a little glance, seemingly questioning if this was necessary, but then held his peace.

"Why don't you get her a drink, it's warm out here, after all," she suggested. "Make her one like mine." Big Daddy dutifully went over to the bar and made the drink, bringing it back and setting it on the little stand. His Speedo seemed to be hiding nothing, and Eva couldn't help but look at it.

"Thank you, Big Daddy," Eva said. "What's in it?" she asked quietly.

"Just try it, you may like it," he replied, heading back to his chair.

"Well, don't let her burn, put some lotion on her back," Aunt Mable directed, tossing some lotion to him. Eva didn't know what was going on, but she was convinced that this wasn't good. Did Aunt Mable know? What was she going to do?

Aunt Margo had said the other day that Aunt Mable had found out about her. What did she say, "not to worry about it, you will find out," or something like that. Oh, yea, Margo had said something about her being in control. What did that mean? Eva didn't know, but she was definitely nervous.

Big Daddy walked back over. He smiled, but he couldn't hide his strained partial erection in his Speedo suit.

"Ah," Aunt Mable observed with an undercurrent of sarcasm. "I see you do think she's a fine woman." He dribbled some lotion on Eva's back, nearly making her jump, and then Eva couldn't help but cringe as his fingers touched her.

"Relax," he said. Eva was tense, and anything but relaxed. "Just close your eyes and feel the sun."

Eva tried, but it didn't seem to be working. Eva was about to jump out of her skin and could barely focus on the sensation of his hands on her back. Things seemed to settle down for a moment, and Eva tried to refocus, just paying attention to the movement of his hands.

"You know, I probably haven't been the mother to you that I should have been," started Aunt Mable. "I mean, I have tried to keep you from getting into trouble, but here you are a grown woman and we've never talked about your boyfriends, or about whether you've had sex. I feel so remiss." Crap, this wasn't getting better, Eva thought. "But obviously, I feel responsible for you and think that it's important that you learn everything you need to know," Aunt Mable paused.

Eva's mind raced back to the parties, exposing herself to men and letting them whack off, and then sucking them. Then the last party where she fucked three men, not to mention that she did Big Daddy later that week. Hell, if Aunt Mable knew....

The back of Eva's top was pulled apart and fell to the side. Eva could just barely see Aunt Mable standing over her, or was it her? Eva felt a hand squeezing her ass cheeks.

"They are nice, aren't they little boy," she said in a commanding voice. "But you don't get to enjoy it yet, you understand." It looked like Aunt Mable was patting Big Daddy's hard on. Eva had never heard her talk to Big Daddy like that before.

"So, what turns you on, now that you're a woman?" Aunt Mable questioned. "You obviously enjoy exposing yourself. Have you ever exposed yourself to a man?" she paused. "I will assume that your lack of a denial indicates you have. Shall I continue?"

Eva was freaking out now. And what was Aunt Mable wearing? Eva couldn't even tell, but she looked almost naked, but she had on a pair of knee high boots or something, and fishnet stockings.

"Do you like sucking cock? Hmmm, do you swallow, or no?" Aunt Mable hesitated. "Ah, I see." She stepped more in front Eva. She had a riding crop in her hand, and was slowly lifting it and then letting it fall into her opposite hand. She had on the tiniest bikini Eva had ever seen, Of course, she didn't have much cleavage to cover as thin as she was, but there were only tiny triangles of black leather and some leather straps covering her.

"So, have you had a man between your legs then?" Eva felt like there was nothing she could do, but lay there and take it. "My, you have become quite the woman," Aunt Mable paused again.

"The Duke told me that he enjoyed you. Could I have imagined what he meant?" Obviously, Aunt Mable knew everything. Eva felt her eyes well up with tears and her heart felt like it was going to collapse in on itself. Eva had all these overwhelming emotions all balled up inside of her, and Aunt Mable was taunting her.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" It was obviously a rhetorical question, Aunt Mable really didn't expect an answer.

"Okay, Little Boy, let's take her inside," Aunt Mable commanded.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied. Little Boy? Mistress? What was all that about? Before Eva realized what was happening, Big Daddy cuffed her wrists and held them above her head lifting her up. Eva felt her top fall away, exposing her breasts. He continued lifting, pulling Eva up out of the lounger and pushing her toward the house, making Eva walk.

Eva suddenly felt like she was in danger, and struggled against Big Daddy. It just made her lotion covered backside slide against his torso, and she could feel his hard on poking her in the ass.

Aunt Mable opened the door. She had taken off her sunglasses and hat, and she looked like a different person. She had on dark eye makeup and her hair was pulled back tight against her head. Big Daddy marched Eva into the photo studio and then lifted her wrists up onto an overhanging bar and hooked the cuffs to it, her feet barely able to touch the floor.

Eva felt humiliated, hanging there, practically nude in front of them, and frightened, not really knowing what was going on. Big Daddy put some restraints on her ankles with a short chain between them. Aunt Mable slowly circled, her riding crop rising and falling into her hand. Then, Aunt Mable used her riding crop to poke and prod at Eva while she seemed to be inspecting her body.

"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" Aunt Mable inquired not really expecting an answer. "Are you happy with the choices you've made?" She paced a bit more.

"Did you really think I didn't know what was going on in my house? You have obviously underestimated me. See, I'm the one responsible for all of this. That little boy there was nothing until I met him. He was a failure in business, selfish, and letting his boyish desires rule his life. I taught him discipline and gave him direction...showed him the value of a real woman that was worthy to be worshiped." She stopped and stepped in front of Eva. "He is mine. Now that you've been with him, you're mine, too."

Aunt Mable looked into Eva's eyes like she was looking right through her, and Eva had to look away, dropping her head.

"Now, since you've chosen your path, there are some things I need to teach you, and I promise you will learn your place." Aunt Mable held one of Eva's breasts. "They've developed nicely, the men will like them," she observed before giving it a slap that made it bounce on Eva's chest. She slapped the other one, actually making Eva wince. "Nice and firm," Aunt Mable commented. She grabbed a nipple and pinched it, twisting it slightly, making it hurt. She continued to tease them, making them stand erect.

"Do you like them, Little Boy?" The room was dark except for the photo lighting which had been directed at Eva, almost as if she were on a stage. Big Daddy was standing just outside the circle of light, but Eva could see that his cock was standing nearly straight out in his Speedos.

"Oh, we will have to do something about that," Aunt Mable said. "Get your restraint and come here," she said sternly. He grabbed something off of a table and stepped toward her. She whacked his cock with her whip several times.

"Take it off," she said. He slipped the speedos down, leaving his cock standing straight out in all its glory. It really was magnificent, Eva thought. The Mistress took the contraption out of his hand and guided it over his cock. It had a series of rings and leather straps with a clasp which she clipped firmly under his nut sack. It didn't go on easily, but Eva could see that as his cock grew, the rings held it tighter, and it looked painful.

"That should keep you from trying to cum until I say its time," the Mistress mused. "Now, be a good boy. Do you want to bite her lovely nipples?" she offered. "I'm quite sure she likes the attention of men, after all."

He leaned toward Eva and took a nipple in his mouth licking it before Eva felt his mouth close on it and his teeth press into it. He nibbled, not really hurting her.

"I didn't say nibble, I said bite her," the Mistress corrected. His teeth ground down into Eva's nipple making her gasp and nearly scream.

"Now, if you're going to be noisy, I'm going to have to gag you," the Mistress declared. He bit down on the other nipple with the same effect. "You do like them don't you," she quipped.

"Enough!" she waved her hand and he stepped back out of the light. She took two clips and placed one on each of Eva's nipples. It was painful. The Mistress circled, cracking the whip on Eva's hip and then on each ass cheek. Then she ran the rod between Eva's legs. "You like taking men between your legs, so I've heard? What do you like about it? Are you using protection?" She paused as if expecting an answer.

"Ah, I guess not. Maybe you even like being filled with cum. Tsk tsk, such a nasty little slut." The Mistress waved at her servant and he brought a silver vibrator and a leather belt of some type.

"Take it off," she commanded. He pulled down Eva's bikini bottom and pushed it to her ankle restraints. "Since you like a hard rod in you so much, we need to get that pussy in shape. Let's call it a little physical training." She pointed and Big Daddy moved Eva's legs slightly apart and brought the vibrator to her pussy to stick it in.

He pushed it up inside of Eva. It slid right in, as Eva was quite wet for some reason. Eva totally felt violated for the first time, like she was being raped against her will. He turned it on, then put the belt through her legs and around her waist, snugging it up. It was obviously designed to hold the vibrator inside her. He stepped away.

"Ah, now isn't that better," the Mistress asked. "I know you like a nice hard rod inside of you."

She grabbed Eva's face squeezing her cheeks. "Do they kiss you?" She brought her face to Eva's and pressed her lips into Eva's lips sticking her tongue in Eva's mouth. Eva could feel a little ball on the Mistress' tongue and realized she had a piercing in it. Eva was suddenly angry and she pretended to play along, kissing her back, then turned her head and bit Aunt Mable's lip.

The Mistress jerked away, holding her mouth. "You nasty slut," she exclaimed, then quickly regained her composure. Eva could see that she actually drew some blood. "I like feisty ones..." the Mistress said in a menacing undertone. She waved her hand, and her servant brought out a gag and forced it into Eva's mouth, and strapped it behind her neck.

Eva's arms were falling asleep and it was hard to breathe hanging from the bar overhead. Eva's legs were getting tired from trying to lift herself up and the vibration in her pussy was having the desired effect. The gag was a rubber ball of some type with a hole through it allowing her to breath.

The Mistress turned away to address her servant. She directed him to move a long board, like an exercise bench and hook it to the bar on the side of the rack, slanted at about a 45 degree angle. She flicked her crop toward the handles at the top, and he dutifully reached up and grabbed them, elongating himself on the board, face down. She cracked the crop across his ass.

"Look at her," the Mistress commanded. "Is her pussy really better than mine?" she queried.

"No, Mistress," he replied.

"Liar!" she yelled, swinging her crop down hard on his ass. "I know you want her again." She paced to the other side and swung again, the sharp sting echoing in the room.

"Roll over!" she demanded. He twisted, still holding on to the handles at the top. She removed the strap from the contraption around his cock, and lifted it off. His hard on stood completely vertical. She whacked it lightly several time with her crop.

"Was she a good cocksucker?" The Mistress curled her finger underneath its length, running her nail slowly up the underside of his cock. "I know she wasn't as good as me." She leaned over and placed her mouth on the tip of his shaft, where a bead of precum had formed. "You're not to cum, you understand," she said in a demeaning tone.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied. Her mouth slowly surrounded his big cock, taking it in. Eva's mind raced back to sucking him off and his cum spraying all over her chest. Eva's pussy contorted against the vibrator in a mini orgasm. Fuck, Eva thought, she was about to cum.

The Mistress was half way down his shaft, which was about as far as was humanly possible, Eva thought. She hesitated then continued to press down his shaft. It seemed impossible but her lips were soon at the base of his cock. He was squirming in agony or ecstasy, Eva couldn't tell which.

The Mistress stayed there for a moment then slowly retreated, lifting her head from his cock. He grunted and exhaled. His cock was twitching, and cum was slowly running out the top and down the shaft.

"I told you not to cum!" she scolded him, then put her fingers under his nut sack and pressed inward, which seemed to stop the slow release. She rubbed the cum lightly up and down his shaft, lubing it.

"Oh, I bet your girlfriend would like a taste, wouldn't she?" the Mistress asked. She took a finger and brought it to Eva, pushing it through the hole in the gag, until Eva could feel her finger in her mouth. The taste of cum lingered after she removed her finger.

The Mistress pulled off the string on her tiny bikini bottom and moved forward toward his lubed cock. She grabbed it forcefully, and inserted it into her slit as she straddled the board and his legs. Eva could see everything based on their position, and she couldn't help but look at her pale skin contrasting against his tanned body. She impaled herself on his shaft, and Eva swore she could see it make her abdomen bulge as it pressed up inside her.