Goldenrod The Erect State Ch 01

Daniel found the body of his assistant when he opened the library on Monday morning. Reece was lying twisted on his back, clutching a tarot card, and Daniel realized then he faced a difficult choice. The police were supposed to be called first in a situation like this under normal circumstances, but what appeared to be a murder had taken place in the townhouse that contained his late mother's collection of rare, occult books. The Jacqueline Lucan Memorial Library was a private institution, one accessed exclusively, according to his mother's last will, by a secret Order who worshiped the Golden Flower.

"You were right to contact me," Casey said as she entered the building. Daniel shut the door behind her, and bolted it.

"He's in the main room." The librarian followed the young woman, taking stock of her appearance. Her thick brown hair swayed in a ponytail against her tight, black zip-up top. The sleeves were pushed back and he observed for the first time a tattoo, a lotus seen from above encircling her left elbow. Striped white on the sides, her gray form-fitting running pants revealed a lean, wiry figure. The squeaking of her track shoes stopped as they walked onto the rug.

Casey squatted and studied the corpse intently. "This?" she asked, pointing to the card. Daniel nodded. Grimly, she took it from the cold hand, and gazed at it. "The Wheel Of Fortune."

"I've read enough cheap mystery novels to know that the last thing a slain man does is try to implicate his killer." She stood up.

"And you think this would incriminate us."

"All the police would see is the occult. They'd eventually come to your Order. I know that's the last thing my mother would have wanted. Besides, you have more of a chance of explaining a clue like this..."

"Unless we killed him," she replied with a smirk. Daniel shook his head.

"I know what kind of people you are. That's why you're here." Casey sighed and looked about the room, pocketing the card.

"I don't think there's anything more I can learn here, now. Let the police look around." Her eyes met his. "Don't change anything else." He nodded, and bowed his head. "Are you going to be alright?"

"Yes. I have a meeting in a few hours with one of the trustees, Ms. Berg."

"Ice herself, huh?" Casey was about to leave when a gap on one of the bookshelves caught her eye. "What was there?" Daniel followed her line of vision, and scowled at the theft.

"The Infernal Dictionary."

The crime scene investigation was over before Ms Berg arrived, but not before the facility had been thoroughly examined, and two detectives advised Daniel to stay in town.

"The excitement is over?" she inquired, ascending the front steps.

"That depends what you want to discuss," Daniel said, blushing as she entered the building. Sonya Berg was an unwelcoming woman, who favored conservative styles of dress and manner. As usual she wore her dark hair tied back, with a lose strand pointing to her mouth, and thick glasses concealed her tiny eyes. Her jaw was strong and her body shapely but gracelessly masculine in its movement. Though Daniel suspected she had no interest in men, he had often fantasized of becoming her house husband.

They sat facing each other in opposite lounge chairs a few feet from the markings on the floor, and Sonya crossed her bare legs.

"It seems that among other things, we must consider a replacement for Mr. Reece." Right to business, Daniel thought. Ice, indeed. "That brings me to my main concern," she said.

"And that is?"

"Your fitness as continued director of this library."

"I'm sorry?"

"Mr. Lucan, have you ever given any thought to why an intelligent, resourceful man like yourself should spend his time in this occupation?" He sat back.

"Primarily, to honor my mother's memory. And her wishes."

"To the negation of your own? That hardly seems healthy." Daniel frowned.

"I don't see what you're getting at." Ms. Berg smiled.

"You must forgive me for being personal, but I represent the Board. My interest is the proper management of this building. I'm attempting to address the possibility that the assets here are not being utilized fully."

"You think someone else could do a better job? My mother was this collection. She put her heart and soul into acquiring and preserving it. Who better than I could look after it now?"

"Perhaps it doesn't need looking after. Were they to be liquidated, some of the curiosities here..."

"You want me to sell it?"

"I want to know if you can judge that option rationally."

"I don't believe this."

"May I ask, what was the nature of your relationship with your father?"

"What has that got to do with it."

"Mr Lucan..."

"There's nothing to discuss. He was authoritarian. He didn't care about these books. We never got along."

"Do you, by chance, suppose that your mother collected these volumes to indulge in a dream of a life denied her by marriage?" Daniel took a deep breath.

"Yes, I think it's fair to say that. Father tried to control everything. He wanted me to become a corporate raider like himself."

"Ah," Ms. Berg exclaimed with another atypical smile. "He saw you both as extensions of his will."

"Yes... But I still don't see..."

"Mr. Lucan, allow me to submit for your evaluation that in maintaining these premises, you are attempting to restore to your mother's image a power taken from her, in the hope that doing so will prove to yourself that such an outrage can never happen to you."

"Even if that were so..."

"Just hear me out. You work amid the nightmarish productions of disordered imaginations. I cannot believe this environment is good for you. Worse yet, it obscures the true curse placed upon you by fortune." She saw him bristle at her last word. "Are you feeling well, Mr. Lucan?"

"Apparently not. Ms. Berg, I suggest we continue this discussion another time."

She seemed understanding at his dismissal, and not entirely disappointed.

He walked the streets for hours. The day had thrown too much at him, and he had nowhere to go for relief. Losing himself in work would have been the usual refuge, but that was completely tainted. The damnedest thing was that he couldn't stop thinking about Sonya; her smugness, her wit, her power. He should have hated her, he knew, but he wanted her more than ever. "Since when is she 'Sonya'?" he asked himself in disgust. He thought he saw the ghost of Reece watching him from the door of an office building. Then he felt fear, that the danger of madness was real.

She buzzed him in, and he met her at her apartment's entrance.

"I'm very sorry to bother you," he said, his voice shaking. Sonya was wearing jeans and a tight top, but her hair and glasses kept her impassive. "What you said to me, I can't deny it." Still, she didn't speak. He shrugged. "I don't know what to do." Finally, she took his hand, and led him to her bedroom. He was too distraught to find any meaning in the location. Daniel sat on the bed, still in his long coat, and she stood over him, watching. His eyes beseeching her, he asked, "Help me."

"I can. You must trust me." He nodded eagerly. "Disrobe." His mouth fell open, but his hesitation lasted only a moment. She walked to her closet, and took out a small box.

The sight of Sonya Berg in only her strap-on harness was, if you'd asked Daniel to describe it, majestic. While her body's curves were feminine, they were carved in muscle, and her tan skin glistened in the soft light. Trembling hands atop his naked thighs confessed she had broken him, and he could only wait now for her black, eight-inch cock to fill the cracks.

With officious propriety she positioned him on all fours, and knelt down upon the blanket behind him. After finishing the lubrication, she tossed the bottle away. She rose to a crouch and used both hands to feed the phallus into him. He shook and tightened his cheeks. Slowly her knees slid past his thighs. One hand fell on his rump as she commenced insertions and removals, and momentarily the other hand joined it, a rhythm established. Her motion came from the gentle rotation of her hips forward and backward. The length given with each thrust gradually increased until he was pushed at the headboard by her pumping. When movement became fluid and smooth, she returned her knees to the bed.

The dildo went in at an upward angle but her advance was perfectly horizontal. Her hands pushed on his cheeks to spread them. For minutes the simple in and out continued, Daniel pinned by the realization of his submissive desires like a butterfly in a display case. His own cock was already erect, and seemed harder than it ever had been before.

"Yes," he moaned. "Yes."

Her probing accelerated, causing her to lean forward with her torso's weight supported by her arms. Daniel raised his feet as she dug into him, and her greater enthusiasm was met by his louder outcries. The hands gripping him slid to his lower back as she pounded continually into his rear end. She moved her hands again, separating his cheeks this time with her curling fingers, while her thumbs rode his thighs and pointed down at his knees. Once more she changed their position, now taking hold of his hips at the bend to pull him with her as she repeatedly leaned back and pushed his body forward. To and fro, they moved as one, the latex dick locked inside him, and she grabbed his shoulders while continuing the routine as if exercising. A sharp grind joined each forward lurch to demonstrate her immense physical strength. The series of bodily lunges lent her the appearance of a swimmer practicing a difficult stroke.

Daniel's dick was massaged by her fingers as she continued to cast herself against his backside. His breathing was ragged and heavy at once. With his face in the sheet she resumed her kneel and gave it to him more spiritedly still. The man's legs unfolded onto the bed, his energy depleted. Delivering the coup de grace, Sonya planted her fists on the mattress beside his trunk, and let her pelvis spank him with well controlled but vigorous downward slams. She gave the impression of trying to escape gravity with a few more soaring humps, and went deeper into him than she had previously. He wrapped his legs around hers as best he could. Finally certain she had known him completely, she withdrew.

In a moment she was off of the bed, and her dick was leveled at his face. She gripped a handful of his hair, and drew his mouth onto her stiff penis.

"Transfer your controlling interest in the library to me."

TO BE CONTINUED...