Carson Evolved Ch 11

Author's Notes:

Welcome back to my story, my faithful readers! Thanks for hanging with me, and especially to all of you who have taken the time to comment or send me feedback messages. They're greatly appreciated. Especially those that provided ideas on future characters or encouragement about chapter length. There were some very interesting characters suggested, and I'm looking at ways that I might be able to take the story to incorporate some of them into future chapters.

This installment is longer than my usual, and I must say that it ended up being (quite) a bit heavier on the sex than originally intended. But, some really cool stuff happens to and with Carson that will help to move the story along as well. I promise the next chapter is going to wrap up some big story threads that have been hanging loose for a while. As such, it's unlikely to have a lot of sex in it. So it all balances out, right?

Like always, if you haven't read the previous chapters, you're going to get lost. I don't make much of an effort to explain references to earlier events and characters (of which, there are a lot).

Standard disclaimer: Please, if you like the story, or if you don't like the story, take a moment to comment. It's especially helpful if you have something constructive to add. It helps me quite a bit to see the story through others' eyes.

Finally, as always, all sexual activity takes place between adults.

—MB

*****

From Ch. 10—

Their laughter was cut off when the visitor strolled into the room and said, "I find it fantabulazing that my sister-in-law is fucking another man in my brother's bed."

To her credit, Aria didn't back down at being caught in the compromising situation. That didn't stop Carson from being wildly surprised by what she said. "Isana, I just had the best sex of my life with a man I actually love and plan on fathering all my babies. You can say what you want, tell your father or your brother; I don't really care. Or," she added with a smirk, "You can strip off and let Carson show you how a real man handles your inner slut."

Carson managed to keep a straight face. There was something happening here that he didn't understand, but he figured it was between Aria and Isana.

With a smirk, Isana reached for the hem of her blouse and began drawing it upwards. "We'll see if he's man enough to handle me."

Well, that's a lot easier than the plan I had, thought Carson.

*****

Watching, though, as she exposed a simple white bra that encased a lovely bosom that included what Carson estimated were probably large B or small C cup breasts, he realized that he wasn't actually after a quick hookup with Isana. His plan was to figure out if she was "Lioness" material. If so, he'd endeavor to bring her into his Pride and have a child with her. What better way could there be to demonstrate to her father the consequences of taking something from Carson? And, if not, he'd just have to get a little more creative at thumbing his nose at her father. He had to think quick before things got out of control.

Ignoring Isana for the moment, he leaned over and gently kissed Aria's lips. "Thank you for a lovely evening. Why don't you come by the house tomorrow and we'll make sure you're expecting?" Aria blushed slightly, but she couldn't keep the grin from her face.

"Try and keep me away," she replied.

He winked at her and said, "You better bring a bag. It might take a while." Aria giggled in response.

Then, he slipped out of bed and began dressing. He was doing his best to avoid looking at Isana. If he had, he would have seen a comical vision of a woman frozen in place, an expression of shock on her face. Her blouse dangled from one hand, seemingly forgotten in her surprise at being ignored.

"What are you doing?" she asked quietly.

Carson sat to tie his shoe. Without looking up, he replied, "Going home. My wives will be anxious to hear how tonight went." Then he stood and started towards the door. Behind him, Isana was turning in place like a slow-motion jewelry box ballerina, staring after him in confusion. Aria had a twinkle in her eyes at how Carson was ignoring her sister-in-law. They were friendly, but not exactly friends.

Before he reached the door, Isana shook off her stupor. "Do you know who I am?"

He turned and said, "Of course I do, Isana."

"So, you know who I am, you can see what I'm offering," she gestured at her semi-naked state, "And you're

still

walking out the door? I don't understand."

Nonchalantly, Carson shrugged. "I didn't come here for you. I came to help a young woman who deserved better than life had dealt her. Aria asked something of me, and I agreed." As he started to turn, she interrupted him again.

"Wait a minute! Am I not attractive to you? Most guys are anxious to get into my pants so they can get in good with my father. What makes you so special?"

Carson feigned exasperation with a heavy sigh. Quietly, he asked, "Do

you

know who

I

am?" When Isana shook her head, he continued. "My name is Carson Jayne. I am a successful lawyer, and since joining the project, I've become wealthier than I ever dreamed possible. But you know what? My true riches live with me. I have three wives and four live-in lovers. Between them, I have 8 children, and we're hoping for more on the way soon.

"So, I ask you? What do I need you, your father, or your money for?"

He might have had an inkling from the research Xavier had provided, but he couldn't be certain until after the fact. At the moment, he had no way of knowing how his words had sparked a flame for him within her breast.

Three years ago, she'd been engaged to be married when her fiancée was killed by a hit-and-run driver while crossing a street leaving work one day. Her Phillippe had not been

Orriri

, a fact that had vexed her father to no end. But he was kind and caring, a far cry from the stuffed shirts she was subjected to these days.

After a suitable period of mourning, she'd tried to recapture the warmth of that relationship. So far, she'd yet to find a man who was interested in her for more than her family's money and connections. She'd been only too happy to burn a couple of would-be suitors at this year's Project Social after overhearing them discussing marrying her to get to her father. Those two had gone home from the Social with blue-balls and no company but their hands; she'd put the word out through the women's network: they're cut off. They'd break through sometime, she was sure, but it wouldn't be with

her

.

Thus, to hear Carson's devotion to his wives and, more than that, his denial of her offer

despite

knowing who she was, intrigued Isana to no end. It didn't hurt that he had the body of a god, was hung like a bull, and apparently knew exactly how to use his gifts. She watched until the gorgeous man disappeared from view before turning to Aria. At a glance, Isana immediately felt a spark of jealousy at the dreamy look on Aria's face as she absently rubbed her belly. Clearly, she was dreaming of carrying Carson's baby. Quietly, Isana slipped her blouse back on and took a seat.

She sat there watching Aria for a moment, fascinated at the expression on her face. Finally, she smirked and said, "He couldn't have been

that

good."

Aria's eyes drifted to meet hers, but she seemed to lack the energy to move much more. Softly, Aria said, "You have no idea what you're talking about." She struggled up to her elbows and said, "I've

never

had a man satisfy me so completely."

Isana quirked an eyebrow. She knew some of the reputation that Aria had developed before marrying her brother. "Come on.

Never?

" she smirked.

It took a few seconds, but Aria managed to roll to her side. She leaned her head against her upraised hand and firmly replied, "

Never

. The way I feel now is like I've never had real sex before." She reached out to take Isana's hand. "Everything from my thighs down is numb, but my kitty is throbbing. It misses him already, and he's only been gone a few minutes." Then she rolled to her back and resumed stroking her belly. "At least he left me something to remember him by," she finished, wistfully.

Sitting there watching Aria daydream about her lover, Isana couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She thought she was more attractive than her sister-in-law, but it wasn't her laying there with Carson's cum leaking from a well-fucked pussy.

Damn, it's been a while

, she thought. It didn't help that she couldn't stop replaying the memories of watching Carson and Aria earlier. Isana would never have guessed she had such a voyeuristic streak in her but seeing Carson's size and how he stretched Aria as he plunged into her over and over had been so erotic; her panties were soaked.

She glanced in the direction Carson had gone and thought,

I'm going to capture your attention, Carson Jayne. That's a promise.

While Isana van Heuval was making plans to connect with Carson, he was on his way home. Along the way he regretted leaving a beautiful woman untouched, then immediately chastised himself for those thoughts. Until the Pride decided, sleeping with Isana would have been cheating in Carson's mind.

I may be turning into a man-slut

, he thought wryly.

*****

The next afternoon, Carson wrapped up some last-minute paperwork before heading home for the day. Leaving the office, he was surprised to find Aria leaning against the counter, chatting amiably with Corinne. Seeing him emerge from his office, Aria's face lit up. Stepping towards him, though, she searched his eyes for something. Apologetically, she said, "I got a little anxious."

Carson smiled. "It's no trouble. You might as well ride with me anyway. It'll be simpler than checking you in at the security station." Then he gently lifted her chin and softly kissed her lips.

Aria was left wanting more.

Gods, how can this man make me feel like this? We barely know each other, and yet, I feel closer to him than any man ever.

She wasn't the only one who thought he owed her something. Corinne teased, "Aww, you can do better than that. It's almost like you don't care," she sniffed in mock tears. Her eyes gave away the game because of the twinkle in her eyes.

Carson stopped for a second, weighing his options. Corinne had been pushing his buttons quite a bit lately, and he had been warning her that there would be consequences. He thought that this would be a good opportunity to reestablish his authority over her. Passing his briefcase to Aria, he asked, "Would you take care of this for a few minutes, please?"

Without waiting for an answer, he turned and glared at Corinne. "Strip," he commanded.

The smile faded from Corinne's face, and her eyes darted nervously towards Aria. "Now!" he said.

Standing slowly, Corinne's hands moved to unzip her skirt and lower it to the floor. Her blouse was next, and she carefully folded it and set it on her chair. She blushed as she found herself standing before her Master in her boring but functional underwear and sensible business shoes. Her eyes pleaded with his silently, but he simply looked at her in expectation. With a sigh, Corinne reached back and released the catch on her bra before sliding it from her shoulders and laying it with her blouse. She could see Aria watching with a look of fascinated amusement on her face. Despite her humiliation, Corinne couldn't deny the waves of desire passing through her body. Even without looking, she knew that her panties would be transparent by now with how much her pussy wept for Carson.

As her hands reached for the waist of her panties, however, Carson calmly said, "Stop!" He turned to Aria and winked, out of Corinne's sight. "What do you think, Aria? Do you think my toy should take her panties off? If she does, she knows that I'll bury my cock in her pussy."

With a grin, Aria joined in the game. "She obviously overstepped her bounds, Carson. I'm sure it was an accident, but even so, that requires punishment." Her eyes looked Corinne over, who flushed under her gaze. Turning back to Carson, she said, "I know how much

I

love it when you're buried in me; she doesn't deserve that now. I think she should keep her panties on."

With a nod, Carson looked at Corinne and said, "You heard Miss Aria. Your panties stay on. You should thank her for helping me to see that you need a proper punishment."

Corinne's eyes widened momentarily before she softly said, "Th-thank you Miss Aria for helping M-m-master punish me for my transgression." The blush on her face deepened, but from the tightness of her nipples and the widening patch of wet fabric at her crotch, she was enjoying every second of her treatment.

"Awww," said Aria, moving around the counter. She patted Corinne's face and said, "I'm sure you can find a way to make it up to your Master, can't you?"

Nodding excitedly, Corinne begged, "Please Sir. Please let me suck your cock to make it up to you."

Carson nodded and seemingly before his head stopped moving, her knees hit the floor. Corinne was desperately pawing at his belt and pants, finally baring the object of her affection. Just as she opened her mouth and bent to inhale his cock, though, Aria caught Corinne's face in her hand. "Don't you miss a drop, and don't you dare swallow. You catch it and bring it to me? Understand?" Corinne's face was as red as he'd ever seen it, but she nodded her understanding. "Okay, then. Make it good," finished Aria.

Holy fuck!

thought Carson. He always enjoyed Corinne's attentions, but in seconds she was frantically sucking him as if her life depended on it. She gagged herself initially, taking him too deep. It served her purposes, though, because she spread her throat slime along his length before taking the first few inches into her mouth. With both hands pumping his shaft, she used her tongue to swirl around and massage his mushroom head and its sensitive surrounding tissue.

He didn't normally last long with her, but he saw no reason to prolong this after a couple of minutes.

Here it comes,

he sent. If anything, her pace picked up at hearing his thought. A few seconds later, Carson released his hold and flooded her mouth; Corinne groaned in appreciation. Knowing she wasn't allowed to swallow, he cut off the flow after the first three shots and sensed her gratitude.

She dragged her lips tightly along his shaft, cleaning him as she withdrew. She looked at Aria who was watching her with undisguised hunger. Standing, Corinne reached for the shorter woman and pressed her lips to Aria's, and they opened readily. Passing the load into Aria's mouth, Corinne shuddered through a small orgasm at the humiliation. She didn't have a lot of experience with girls, but if they all kissed like this, that might need to change in the future.

Aria pulled back and made a big show of swallowing. She patted Corinne's cheek and said, "Thanks for that, sweetie. I want the freshest load I can get when Carson fills me up later."

Corinne groaned in envy, her humiliation reaching new levels.

Carson watched the exchange in amusement. He'd taken a chance with this approach to Corinne, but she seemed to have enjoyed it quite a bit. Clearing his throat, he said, "Could you wait for me at the elevator, Aria? I need to speak with Corinne for a second." She winked and headed out the door.

"You okay, Corinne? I know that was a lot, but it was just a game, right?"

She threw herself into his arms, grinning hugely. "Oh gods, Carson. That was

so

hot! I can't believe you made me strip in front of her or how much it excited me. Sucking you off is like my favorite thing in the world anyway but having her watch me was so humiliating and exhilarating at the same time."

Carson kissed her briefly and said, "I'm glad you had fun. I won't do that to you much, but it'll always be an option if you want. Okay?"

"Oh

yes

, Sir," she replied with a smile.

Dinner at the LD was lively that evening, if only because Aria's husband was so thoroughly despised by the Lionesses. Carson wasn't surprised to see his household readily accept Aria in his life after he'd relayed the things he'd learned about her past. He was a little surprised to see that Tilda, of all people, was the one who seemed to bond most quickly with Aria. It was nice to see; she could be a little withdrawn at times, he'd noted, in the presence of the other women in his life. No matter how often Carson told her that he found her beautiful, Tilda was sensitive about her size and frame in comparison to his other lovers. Maybe seeing that Aria was a little smaller, a little less busty, and a notch down from his usual bed mates was reassuring? Whatever the reason, Aria and Tilda were thick as thieves by the end of the evening.

In bed that night, Carson took his time with Aria. For all the progress he'd made the previous night, he felt a need to reinforce his position with her. He removed the illusion of control she'd had before but made it clear that she was safe and loved in his arms. Rocking her gently beneath him, his hips rolling to grind her clit as he forced himself deeply within her, Carson drove her through climax after climax until she was literally in tears and begging him to cum inside. As soon as he began his release, Aria desperately clung to his body, locking her ankles behind him and staring in to his eyes as she shook through a final orgasm.

Afterwards, Carson softly kissed her face—forehead, eyes, the tip of her nose, the point of her chin—before returning to her lips. He rolled onto his back and pulled Aria with him. She rested her cheek against his chest, an arm draped across his belly and a leg curled protectively over his. They didn't speak for a moment, and at first Carson thought that she'd drifted off to sleep. Then he felt a wet warmth trickle across his side. Looking down, he saw that Aria was crying softly.

Concerned, he asked, "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Aria first attempted to bury her face even more deeply in his chest, but he was persistent in trying to understand what was happening. Finally, she gave up.

Slowly stroking the modest trail of hair that led down his chest towards his groin, she spoke in a barely audible murmur. "I'd given up hope of ever finding someone that I could truly love and trust. More than that, I hated men." She sobbed openly and wailed, "The things I tried to do to you! How could you make love to me like you just did, knowing what a horrible person I am?"

Carson wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hair and quietly shushing her. "Because I know what you've been through, and I know what drove you to do it. When your sister told me your story, my heart ached for you, and I knew I had to try to heal your wounds." He paused. "Let me ask you a question: Knowing what you know about me now, would you do it again?"

Horrified, Aria sat up and gasped. "Never!" she growled.

Carson smiled and pulled her back into his arms. "I believe you, my dear. And I believe that you're different that you were before last night. If I didn't truly accept that in my heart, you wouldn't be here."

With fresh tears rolling down her cheeks, Aria moved to straddle Carson's stomach and leaned down to look into his eyes. Searching intently, she must have found whatever she was looking for, because she said, "If this is a dream, don't wake me. If I am waking, know this: I am yours for as long as you'll have me. I don't know what will happen when Jordan returns, if he returns. But he will have to understand that if you call for me, I will come to you. Yours is the only seed that will ever fertilize my womb."