Jessa was sitting in a chair in the bedroom, watching Torah sleep. It felt so odd. Except for that awful day at the villa, he had always awakened before her, or the moment she moved. The only difference at the villa was that he knew he had her locked in. And apparently had no concerns for his own safety, at least as long as no weapons were available, she thought to herself with a soft scoff. She had checked the apartment door. It wasn't designed to lock people in, just out. Maybe he thought he had scared her sufficiently with his talk of the cruelty of the Council or the mention of 'enemies.' Maybe he had, because here she sat. She was sure that he wasn't accepting her compliance at face value any more than she was taking his protestations of love at face value. He may be in lust, but she didn't think he had any concept of what love was.
She ran her fingers through her hair. She had showered, and used her new shampoo and conditioner to tame her tresses. But then she had used the hairdryer for the first time in her life. She quickly discovered it wasn't as easy as point and blow. The whole idea of unrestricted electric usage was beyond her comprehension. It had never even occurred to her to think of electricity as an affordable extravagance. She couldn't decide if her world had been turned upside down, or if she was in an entirely different world.
She looked at the brand new cell phone in her lap, and the card that Gemma had given her yesterday with her phone number. Jessa had gone back and forth since waking on whether to call Gemma, or ask Torah's permission first. She liked Nice Torah much better than Angry Torah and if her continuing compliant behavior kept Nice Torah hanging around, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Even if he said no, it wasn't like she couldn't sneak a call in to Gemma the next time an opportunity presented itself.
She looked at Torah again, wonder which one of his personalities was going to wake up this morning. Her hand went to her belly without conscious thought. The pain was definitely better today. Perhaps he would want to return to the villa. She couldn't help but feel there was more she wanted to learn here in Dusseldorf. Her boundless curiosity had always been a troublemaker. But, then, Nice Torah had seemed almost eager to show her pieces of this side of his life. There was also the issue of his enemies. He hadn't seemed concerned with security at the villa, although there was the armed gate and electrified fence. But if he worked for the Council and this was a Council Seat, how could he have enemies here? And what the hell did he do for the Council?
He looked so relaxed in sleep, young, even. She suspected he was only a year or two older than her, though when he was awake, the weight of his world seemed to age him. The sheet had pushed down to his hips. Her eyes traced down his broad chest, his taut stomach muscles. Peaking out under the sheets, she could see the head of his semi-hard cock. She licked her lips without realizing. Something deep in her belly quickened. She remembered that first night with him. She had wanted him, then, and that same feeling had invaded her belly, but when she had tried to be rational, smart, he had taken her; made her give in to her desires. She had labeled that personality Domineering Torah. It made her adrenalin flow, made her pussy overrule her brain. Nice Torah gave her orgasms. Domineering Torah gave her ORGASMS. She squirmed in the chair and his cock twitched.
"Like what you see?" His voice was low as if trying to match to that spot low in her belly where a warm ache was spreading. Her eyes flew up to his face. The brightening window was behind him, casting his face in shadow, making his gaze seem even darker as he rose up on an elbow and studied her. "Come here," he said, again in that low, seductive pitch.
She wavered for a moment, but then sternly reminded herself that compliance was the key to keeping him kind and gentle. She put the cell phone aside and stood, walking over to the side of the bed. "Take off your robe. I want to see you." She was slow to respond, and she saw a flash of irritation race over his features. Her fingers worked at the knotted belt of the robe, until she had it free and shrugged out of her only covering.
He threw the sheets back further and, unbidden, her eyes slipped down to his cock again. Even semi-hard, he was so large it was no wonder that he had done damage in his anger. "Suck it," he commanded. "Make it good and hard." Her focus flew back to his face. His eyes were narrowed, probing. He was testing her compliance, daring her to defy him. And she was sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt that if she did defy him, Angry Torah would return. Domineering Torah might put up with reluctance, but out-and-out defiance was a sure trigger for his anger persona. Slowly, she climbed onto her knees on the bed, then crawled toward him. She reached out tentatively. She had never touched him there with her hands and certainly not her mouth. She wrapped her long fingers around him, felt his cock leap to life, just at her touch. She went down on her elbows and reached out with her tongue to taste him. When she slid her tongue along the underside and worked her lips around the head, he groaned. She slid further down his shaft, sucking gently and working the head with her tongue. "Oh, Jessa," he gasped, lying back on the bed. She sucked harder, pulling back to give her tongue more room to work.
Suddenly his fingers were laced in her hair, holding her head, pulling her gently but inexorably farther onto him. She moaned softly, remembering the last time he had twisted his hands in her hair and then, just as suddenly he was pushing her away. She gasped, fearing she had made him angry, but then he was pushing her down on her back and diving between her legs. He knelt over her, his cock dangling just out of reach of her lips. She swiped at it with her tongue and after a few minutes of delivering delicious torment to her with his own tongue, he relented and let her take his cock back in her mouth. He kept pulling away each time it became too intense, obviously having something else in mind to finish with. She, however, had no escape from the intensity of his probing tongue. He held her thighs clutched tightly, spread wide. When she began squirming, he dropped his weight on her, pinning her, nestling his cock between her breasts, pushing even deeper into her with his tongue. Then his hands shifted. He dropped his left elbow against her thigh and captured her other thigh with his left hand, freeing his right hand to join his tongue. Fingers slid into her pussy, gliding through her wetness, stretching her. Just as she was about to come, the fingers disappeared, and his tongue disappeared to be replaced by a gentle stream of air blown on her clit.
"Torah!" she cried out in frustration, and she heard him chuckle. One of his juice-slicked fingers was probing at her asshole at the same time his thumb pressed into her pussy. She tried to squirm away, but she was pinned so firmly, all she could do was clutch at the sheets. She was making incoherent noises as the finger and thumb buried themselves in her and his tongue returned to torment her clit so exquisitely. The combination of unfamiliar sensations and intensity threw her over the edge, and she was screaming, still incoherent, as he drew out the orgasm until she was sure her heart would stop in surrender. At some point, he had flipped around and was looking down at her.
"Jessa, how is your pain? How are you feeling?" She rolled her head from side to side. "Jessa, answer me!" he commanded.
She finally managed to get her eyes open and look up at him. "It's better. It's okay," she said, and he immediately threw her over onto her belly, pulled her hips up and plunged into her from behind. She grasped the headboard and pushed back against him, feeling herself helplessly building to another orgasm, even after barely surviving the last one. Then it was on her, wave after wave, perfectly timed to his thrusts. Jessa was too overwhelmed even to scream, this time. She would have melted into the mattress, save he still held her hips, pulling her back to meet his driving cock. Then he was reaching with one hand, twisting her hair, pulling but not painfully, as he lost his rhythm and began gushing inside her. His orgasm seemed to last as long as hers before he finally collapsed, half on top of her and half on the bed, breathing raggedly.
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"Torah?"
"What?" he asked pulling a tee shirt out and covering up the chest she had been admiring.
"I want to talk to the doctor. To Gemma."
"Why! You said you were okay," he said with a flash of anger.
"No, not about that. I am. Really. I've always healed fast."
His eyes softened ever so slightly. "Then what?"
"Woman things," she said shyly.
"Call your mother," he said, sitting to put socks and shoes on.
Jessa rolled her eyes. "She's not really very good at this. Please, Torah?"
He stared at her, trying the see between her words. She met his gaze steadily. He finally waved his hand. "Then call her, it may be hours before she can get back to you, but you can take her call on the road."
Jessa wrung her hands. "I was really hoping I could sit down with her."
"Gods, Jessa. She's one of the few gynecologists in a city full of Circle women desperate to get pregnant. Do you have any idea how lucky we were to see her last night? I want to get home before I get called in again."
"Can I at least ask?" Jessa begged in a soft, little girl voice.
"Fine. Ask," he said. "And then give her your new cell phone number because I can guarantee you the answer will be no."
He strode angrily from the room and Jessa cringed, wondering if she had initiated a persona change. But she picked up her new cell phone and after a few minutes figured out how to place a call with it.
'Gemma," an impatient voice answered.
"Gemma?" Jessa asked, not expecting to reach her.
"I'm on my way in to see a patient. What's this about?"
"This is Jessa. You said if I needed to talk to you..."
