Isis And Agyness Ch 04

Isis & Agyness Ch. 4

We belong together

I hope you enjoyed the previous chapters. I would suggest that you read the previous chapters to understand this one.

I would like to thank a special woman from the Lit chat room, Emily's Escorts, for her thoughts, support, and encouragement. This series is written for her. A special thanks to Nicole for her edits and review. My apologies for any typos and grammar issues, my eyes aren't what they previously were.

Please enjoy this concluding chapter.

Aoife

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Isis

I knelt on the floor caring for her and with a final kiss on her lips; she opened her eyes and shared with me the unspoken feeling of love I knew she was holding back.

Slowly I walked the woman I love to my bed. We curled into my bed, my little one, my lover at my side, my left side. Agyness placed her head on my naked chest, her breath exciting my engorged nipple. I smiled wide and kissed Agyness's forehead.

"I have you here with me my love, safe with Isis, I promise to not let you go.

Sleep overtook me as my little one rested; hopefully knowing she was where she belonged.

~~~End of Chapter 3~~~

Agyness

I woke up feeling something; well someone curled up on my left side. I smiled wide knowing it was one of her boys. I smiled even wider remembering I was in her bed. The excitement of that fact jolted my eyes open quickly and I swear I shivered. I turned my head to my right and kissed her skin. I felt her other boy come up and rest on the bed at my feet.

"If they are bothering you just push him off the bed, my little one." Miss Isis whispered.

I kissed her chest again then tilted my head upwards, kissing a lower part of her neck. I hummed in pleasure as I felt her hands caress my back. I wanted to feel her again, I wanted her to know the pleasure and the euphoric sensation that my entire body felt last night, all through the night while sleeping and now as I awoke.

"I know you say you aren't my Miss and that we are lovers. You must realize the level of happiness and love you bring to me Miss Isis?"

I felt Isis kiss my forehead and curl her arms around me a bit snugger. I melted into her body, her breasts still firm, her stomach a tiny bit soft but I couldn't ask for anything more.

"Agyness, my little one, why do you still refer to me as Miss Isis?" She asked, kissing my forehead again. She whispered, "I feel deeply about you and will never want you to be like that? I realize that you aren't like that and I don't want you to be."

I rolled onto my side and propped myself up on my elbow, my chin resting on my hand. "When I went to my first foster home, it was horrific. My second foster home was worse. Their rules and their treatment were just horrific. I was never meant there. We, the others who were

unique

like me, weren't meant to be there; it was a sally port, a weigh station."

I held back my tears. "When Miss Brenda found me and I found her, she was a military woman, everyone called her Ma'am or Miss Brenda or just Miss, and it seemed the rule. Miss Lisa called her Miss Brenda. I followed suit. It was respectful, it was second nature."

Isis reached up and kissed my lips softly. "But I love you as my little one; I am not your Mistress or Miss. I am your lover and one day, I just might want to be your partner and wife."

I smiled wide, "I would love that

Miss

Isis." I winked but before I could kiss her she hugged me tight. And called me a little brat.

"Hmm will you lovingly spank your brat

Miss

?" I giggled and curled up in her arms.

I shivered hoping and praying she would have me forever. I didn't want her to die or run away like the others did who 'loved' me. I whispered, "Please just don't run away or leave me, don't die on me Isis."

~~~

Isis

That following Monday morning I made my way to the office. Christine, the Managing Partner, wanted to meet with me before the day started. I was daydreaming when I realized we were at my stop. I jumped off just in time before the doors closed. I took my time walking to the building and paused to look inside the window of a higher-end jewelry store, a little window shopping.

I wanted to buy Agyness a gift, something meaningful, something she would understand. The gift was meant as pure love from me to her, something of value, and something she knew that came from my heart.

My phone chimed waking me from a second daydream. God I was falling in love. It chimed again, my reminder for my meeting with Christine. I would need to think this through.

My meeting with Christine went well. She wanted an update on two new clients and asked I try not to spend too much time with Agyness and her business. I kindly reminded her that profits from A & I Fitness and Yoga Center would filter right back into Agyness's portfolio. I had already set up the flow for reinvestment. Christine just smiled and walked with me to the kitchenette getting a fresh cup of tea.

I walked down the hall towards my office. I saw the blinds were drawn closed, I had a sneaky suspicion that Abby would be waiting for me. My heart fluttered, she loves and gives so much of herself to me.

However it was the first time ever in the two years we have been together that I hesitated.

I opened my office door, closing and locking it behind me. I saw my chair was pulled out from my desk, it was turned indicating I was to sit, there was a white towel on the seat. Yes, Abby would be there waiting to satisfy her Mistress.

Two Years Ago

I walked from the office building having finished my first month working with the new accounts. There were some lucrative clients and investors I would be handling now that I had transferred from Washington D.C. to Boston. I was thrilled professionally to be at the company's main office and away from the political hell Washington D.C. was, well is. I truly felt my life would be so much better here in a more liberal city like Boston.

I walked a few blocks to the Copley Place metro station and made my way down the escalator to the platform to the Green Line where I will transfer to the Orange Line.

As I waited for the train I heard a couple shouting at each other. It saddened me some, why couldn't there just be love between couples. It was then I heard the man scream, "One thousand Abby you owe me one thousand dollars. Now go make it. You nasty cunt, you got til Sunday night to have my fucking money you whore!"

Well now, let me tell you,

that

word should be immediately eliminated from the vocabulary of every person on earth, I don't care! Now I was upset, very upset. I started walking towards where I heard the shouting. I watched as a smaller looking man was walking up the steps.

I saw a rather thin girl standing there brushing the tears from her eyes. She wore a skimpy skirt, a top which didn't hide much of anything, let alone the swell of her breasts. It must have been a wig, her hair was fire red and the heels she was wearing were too tall, they looked horribly out of fashion. If I had to say, yes they were heels for a hooker.

I took a step closer, maintaining a safe distance. "Young lady, are you alright."

She turned and looked at me nodding her head. "Just goin' to work. Thanks lady." She turned and walked to the far edge of the platform.

"Do you need...?" I asked.

"Nope! I'm just goin to work." She screamed as she turned away from me.

~~~

Two hours later, I had showered and dressed. As I held my small purse, I turned, Oscar and Felix tangled at my feet. I knelt keeping my knees closed. "Now my baby boys, momma will be back, a bit later. I want to go see if I can find a friend for the night. Mamma needs some special loving."

I closed the front door and made my way down the street from my Cambridgeport condo. The club I was recommended to visit, which would cater to my needs, my extra specific needs, was just a few blocks down the street.

I saw the dark purple sign lit just a bit like she told me. "Maggie's." I opened the door and entered.

A beautiful tall Hispanic woman stood there behind the podium. Her smile wide, her purple glossed lips looked just divine. The simple gold ball earrings and simple gold necklace which she wore accented her short crop cut hair.

She smiled. "Hi and welcome."

I smiled back and nodded. "Hello, I am umm new in town. I was coming for a drink. Liz, the woman who does my hair, well, she did it when I moved here several weeks ago said I would love this club."

She smiled and welcomed me again. "Please come in, we are thrilled to have you here." She pulled back the one panel to the heavy dark purple ceiling to floor drape, holding it open for me.

The rush of cool air, the soft music, the murmurs and whispers floated in the air. I took a step forward. I was in love with this place. I stepped to the bar where I saw a vacant seat. The bartender was tall. Oh my goodness she was tall, athletic and beautiful. Her tight vest accentuated her breasts; her shorts were worn tight against her bum, no doubt indicating she wasn't wearing panties.

I sat down and she smiled. "Welcome Miss. What can I get started for you?"

I smiled, "House red, a dinner menu, a glass of water please."

She leaned forward close and whispered. "Miss, I am Angie, and you

must

just order, do not say "please" my Miss will think ill of me or the service I have provided, that I did something wrong." Angie winked. "House rule."

I raised my finger and nodded. I mouthed 'Thank you'. She turned and started her duties. Soon a purple cloth napkin was placed on the bar, and a menu and silverware followed by my water and then finally my wine.

"Miss I recommend the light lobster salad this evening, Chef Renee has prepared a wonderful lemon vinaigrette dressing. The soup is her hearty clam chowder, with only a few potatoes."

She turned to see another customer. I took a sip of my wine. I lifted my head looking around, taking in the newness of the club, and suddenly I froze. It was her, I saw her at a table by herself, and I shuttered. I had to act, I needed to act. I went to turn in my chair and walk to her but felt a hand touch my shoulder.

I turned my head and a mature woman stood next to me with a wide smile.

"Welcome I am Maggie. Jess told me you were new to our club."

I raised my eyebrows. "Jess?" Then it dawned on me as she spoke.

"Yes Jessica Marie, our front hostess. She shared that Liz suggested you stop in." I smiled again and nodded. "Well welcome if you need anything, ask Angie and she will assist. Maybe we can have a drink later this evening, on the house of course, and chat a bit."

I thanked her and told her it would be lovely to chat later. As she departed I turned looking at her, across the room, still at a table by herself.

"Angie?" She turned. "That girl over there." I rudely pointed. "I am going to go sit there. Bring two salads, and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc to the table, two glasses."

"Miss? Umm Miss, you might not want to..."

I raised my hand. "I am well aware Angie!" I was firm, "My order

please

." I turned only to hear her acknowledge my request.

I walked over with my purse in hand and stood a few feet away. I cleared my throat. "I am going to sit as our dinner is being delivered to our table."

She looked up at me; there were the remnants of tears in her eyes. Her fire red wig was replaced with a lighter auburn; it actually looked nice on her. I watched as Maggie walked towards us, her eyes seemed to focus on me.

"Maggie allows us to hide here if we do not bother the paying customers or if we don't take up too much. She is a blessing to us." She whispered. "I will leave soon. I need to get back out there."

"No you don't." I said firmly.

She looked up at me and spat back, "What the fuck do you know? Or for that matter, what do you know about me and why would you give a fuck lady?"

I heard Maggie speak up. "Abigale! I warned you!"

I turned my head and smiled towards Maggie then back to Abigale. I extended my hand towards her. "Abigale that is a beautiful name. I am thrilled you have agreed to join me for dinner and a glass of wine." I smiled and turned to Maggie.

"Miss Maggie, Angie recommended the perfect wine with our lobster salads and was proudly boastful of your chef. I am thrilled to have found your establishment." I smiled and winked at her.

I turned back to Abigale. "You will join me, yes?"

Just then Angie came over with the bottle of wine and two glasses. She opened the wine like the finest sommelier would. I watched as Abigale cautiously nodded. Maggie turned and walked away. A few moments later I witnessed her whispering in Angie's ear.

Our salads were delivered, and the wine paired well with the salad. Abigale ate with a daintiness which I wouldn't have expected. This excited me seeing her manners. I paused after refilling my wine glass and looked at her. She smiled and nodded.

We ate in peace and quiet finishing a second glass of wine. I then took charge of the conversation.

"So I am going to make a statement then I am going to ask you a question Abigale. If you would indulge me with a bit of serious conversation then we can have a bit of fun banter."

She looked up; I saw the stress in her young face, the fear in her eyes and the desire for a better life.

"Allow me to rephrase. I will ask you a simple question, and then make you an offer. Then ask you a question."

She nodded. "My name is Isis. I have certain needs at times from a woman." I put my hand on hers, "My needs are only fulfilled by women."

Her eyes opened wider. "Did you enjoy your dinner?" I paused and slowly pulled my hand away from hers. Abigale nodded then dropped her eyes to the plate.

"My offer is this. One thousand dollars for tonight." Her head shot up high and she looked at me shaking her head. "One thousand dollars for tomorrow and one thousand dollars for Sunday."

"I will protect you. I promise Abigale. I have financial and other means you are not aware of."

"Abby Miss, it's Abby. I never liked Abigale. Abigale is used when I am being scolded." She murmured softly.

"Do we have a deal then?" I inquired.

"You don't want me; I am nothing more than a lowly tramp, a slut and a common whore." She looked me dead in the eyes. "I am just a homeless whore who needs him. He owns me and three grand won't save me. I owe him seven."

She pulled her hands off the table and dug into the ragged purse. "I can't have you pay. Maggie doesn't allow that, I promised her I won't turn tricks here."

I took a deep breath and turned signaling for the waitress I saw at a table near the dance floor. As she approached I whispered to her. She nodded and turned. Just a few short moments later Maggie walked over with a curious smile on her face.

I smiled. "Please forgive me, this wasn't and is nowhere near a business transaction for Abby and me. I just wanted company over dinner. She and I are going to leave here and get a coffee and discuss something entirely different from her employment. I sincerely apologize if I have embarrassed you, your establishment, your staff, or your customers. I had a wonderful evening and hope to be allowed back again."

I smiled and handed her two one hundred dollar bills asking if that was enough to cover my bill and the tip for her staff. When she nodded I took another twenty from my wallet and handed it to her.

"Thank you. Good evening. Abigale you will come with me now and that is not a request."

Abby was visibly stunned but she followed me outside and down the sidewalk. We didn't speak until we arrived at the front door of my condo building. "Inside where we will chat."

I opened the main door. We stepped inside; I summoned the elevator to the fourth floor. I stopped at my condo and unlocked the front door pushing it open. "Go on, you are working, let's go. Time is money, young lady."

I closed and locked the door then removed my jacket hanging it in the foyer closet. I placed my purse on the end table and took hers from her hand. I slipped off my shoes and placed them on the boot tray.

"Shoes off, follow me I am making us coffee."

She followed me into the kitchen where I started our coffee. "Have a seat and share with me your background."

~~~

An hour later, having finished a second cup of coffee I released her hand from mine. I had listened to all I could. I had just about all I could take for this young runaway from southern Virginia. She had come here to disappear from her trailer trash step mother and dead end life. She heard how life in New England was the promised land. She had run on hard times and ended up 'workin' to survive.

"The second bedroom is yours. In the morning we will gather what belongings you have and move them here." She started to protest.

"Young lady, I don't think you understand. You are mine now. We will pay your debt to that boy and you will be mine. I will teach you, I will get you a real job, and you will eventually repay me but you are officially off the street, you belong to me."

I grasped her hands and pulled her to me. "Do I make myself clear?"

She started crying, "Yes Miss Isis."

"I will bring you a change of clothing; there are towels in the bathroom. See that you shower and clean up before going to bed. You should find everything you need in the vanity and under the sink."

I turned and walked away pulling her hands as we made my way through the condo turning off the lights and then down the short hall to the second bedroom. "In there, go on. I will be back."

I turned on the light for the hall bathroom and smiled. "You are safe now, we will figure this out."

~~~

I showered and cleaned up after myself. I was in my bed reading when I heard a knock on my partially open door. I lowered my book and looked at the door. Abby was standing there in the camisole I had provided her. Her jet black hair was still damp, her makeup washed away. She had the cutest face. Her eyes shimmered in the low light of my bedroom.

"Yes Abby?"

"Miss, may this brazen slut sleep with you in your bed? I am cold, lonely, and slightly afraid."

I closed my book and set it on the nightstand. I patted the right side of my bed and then pulled back the covers.

"I have two kittens so do not be alarmed if they jump up in the middle of the night."

Abby slowly made her way into my bed curling up against me sobbing quietly. I pulled her into a hug, her damp hair on my bare chest. She wrapped her arms around me.

"I will never be able to repay you Miss, never!" I bent my head forward kissing her forehead as we both eventually fell asleep.

"Not to worry pet, you are mine now." I whispered and kissed her forehead again.

~~~

Present Day

I stood in front of my chair; I placed my left hand on the desk balancing myself. I slipped my heels off and carefully unzipped my slacks. Removing them, I folded them and placed them across the back of my chair. I lowered my panties letting them fall to the floor. Abby would deal with them later.

I turned and sat in my chair, lewdly spreading my legs. I felt her breath on my inner thigh then I felt her lips kiss me softly. A second kiss, then her lips moved to my right thigh, a third kiss. I felt her tongue licking at my inner thigh as she moved forward, higher to my moistening womanhood.

I lowered my hands as I bent forward reaching for her head. "You brazen slut. I should be spanking your ass for assuming you are to please me this morning."

I pulled her head back and lifted my hips. I pulled her head closer. "Lick me you brazen slut." I pulled her head to my pussy. "Lick me like that first morning after I saved you."