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Chapter 39
Ken found Joan in the Garden. They hadn't had much time to speak since
she'd arrived, but Ken had felt she was a little uncomfortable.
Not only was she still very attracted to Ken - and, God help her Jane
and Arianwen (although Joan could have sworn the girl's name had been Ally when
they'd been originally introduced), but the big guy Eric was making her knees
week as well. She felt kind of sad, knowing that at one time in her life she
would have been able to compete with Jane's beauty. Now, she just felt out
classed. And old.
Loneliness filled her as she stood in the Garden. She'd thrown a lot of
effort into her business, but as had been noted by others, a business didn't
keep her warm at night. She jumped and wiped her eyes as she realized that Ken
was standing across from her.
"Ken, hi, I didn't see you there," she said.
"You okay?" he asked as he walked toward her.
"Uh, yeah. Fine. Just allergies," she lied. "But it's such a
beautiful garden I couldn't resist. I don't remember it being quite like this
the last time I was here. I can't decide what's changed though."
If only you knew, thought Ken, how very much has changed. He could see
the faintly glowing Circle, but knew that Joan could not. His vision blurred
for a moment and he saw Joan, dressed in a thin, white robe, passionately
kissing Jane. The vision faded. Hmmm.
"Well, little things have changed, here and there," said Ken with a
smile.
He moved closer to her and felt her heart rate jump a bit. Arousal
began to seep through her, but longing and loneliness kept it mostly at bay.
They began to talk. Joan found Ken very easy to talk to and ended up telling
him more than she would have ever told anyone else. After all, it wasn't like
she really knew him. Still, feeling as she did tonight, she ended up sobbing on
him for a short time.
"Shit," she said wiping her eyes, "there goes the image of a hard core
business woman."
"Somehow, I doubt that you let your emotions affect your business
decisions," smiled Ken.
Except were you are concerned, Joan thought. She hadn't been able to
get him out of her head ever since they'd met, try as she might. Nightly
masturbation sessions had seen to that. Recalling her fantasy, she'd even taken
to sucking her juices off her fingers while she fingered herself. The
embarrassment of liking the taste hadn't stopped her from continuing the
practice.
Since she was sitting so close, it was easy for Ken to rub her shoulder.
She was very tense, but when he touched her, arousal flared in her body. Oddly,
she felt very safe here in the this garden, opening herself to this man. And
opening herself was exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted him to take her,
she wanted to know she was desirable enough to be taken.
Fear and disappointment began dousing her arousal as she once again
thought of her competition. No way she was as beautiful as those two. Hell,
even the woman who'd had a kid six months ago looked better than she did!
Ken kissed her. She looked startled and returned the kiss which he
quickly broke off.
"Shit," he said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, but you're
very beautiful."
This, Ken knew, was a good way to seduce her. The fact that she was so
beautiful, even though she didn't see it, made it his comment truthful, for all
that he wanted to seduce her. He wanted her, but without the use of magick.
With it, he could have her stripped in seconds, but somehow he thought of that
as a betrayal of what the power was.
Jane appeared in the Garden and walked up to the two. Joan started to
panic. She'd be ruined if Jane had seen them kissing!
"Hi," said Jane as she walked up to them. Ken felt she was very horny
from the strap and plugs between her legs. Unlike Ken, she had no compunction
what so ever about using her ability to seduce Joan, but sensed that Ken wanted
to handle it differently. Besides, her read of Joan showed it wasn't necessary.
"Sally's mom is leaving soon. I thought you'd want to know," she said
kissing Ken. Then, to Joan's absolute shock, she leaned over and kissed her;
right on the lips!
"If you want, I'll tell her you're indisposed and see that you're not
bothered." She ran a hand down Joan's arm, her caress sending a shiver of lust
through the woman. "You two have fun and I'll see you later."
She gently kissed Joan again, then Ken and left. Joan was just a bit
shocked. Jane's casual kiss had set a fire in her belly, and she desperately
tried to contain herself. She stood to leave.
"Joan," said Ken. His voice was firm and it stopped her. "Turn around
and look at me."
Silent, hating herself, she did.
"You're making a decision without all the information you need."
That comment caught her by surprise. What the hell was he talking
about?
"You're worried that you'd be intruding on Jane and I," Ken stood and
took a step so that he stood near her. "You're not."
Joan frowned. "You mean you two aren't lovers?"
She'd be so disappointed if he lied to her.
"Of course we're lovers," he smiled. "I'd think that was obvious. But
she meant it when she said that we should have fun and that we wouldn't be
interrupted by anyone else."
"You have an open relationship," Joan made that a statement.
"Yes, but there's a bit more to it than that. A bit more than I want to
go into right now." He placed a hand on Joan's shoulder and a shiver of lust
threaded its way down her nerves. Ken was surprised because he wasn't using any
power at all, and he had the pheromones throttled way back.
"I don't understand," she replied. Joan was confused and her confusion
could turn to misery, or deeper lust, depending on how he played it.
"She knows I think you're very attractive. She also thinks you're
attractive, but wasn't sure how you'd react to her interest." That was a lie --
Jane knew the woman would have sex with her. She also knew that Joan was very
confused and decided that it was best if Ken handled this alone.
"You don't have to be alone, Joan. Not tonight -- not any night. We
live a very different sort of life here. One I think you would like a lot." He
ran a hand through her hair, then gripped the back lightly. Her breath caught.
"Give me an hour. Just one hour. If at any time you want me to stop, simply
say red and I'll stop."
Joan wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted her fantasy, but as an
adult, had all too much experience that said she was asking for trouble. His
lips came closer and hers parted in anticipation. Once he claimed the kiss she
was lost.
It was more like two hours later when she came to her senses. Once Ken
knew she wanted him, he had no reservations about using his power to make things
better for her. Joan, for her part, had completely surrendered herself to him.
She did whatever he wanted her to do and reveled in it. She'd never liked a man
to go down on her, but when she protested he just ignored her. Joan quickly got
over her embarrassment and came hard as his fingers curled in her vagina and his
tongue sucked her clit. He obviously had no problem with what she smelled or
tasted like. He'd flipped her over after she came and entered her from behind.
She moaned, realizing that it would take very little for him to fuck her ass.
Once he was fully inside her pussy though, she was thankful he hadn't tried.
He'd have split her in two.
After fucking her to another orgasm, Ken had her blow him, knowing that
her taste on his cock would drive her wild. He'd controlled her bobbing head by
gripping her nipples and pulling them in the direction he wanted to go. He
spanked her, reddening her ass while he masturbated her to orgasm and made her
beg for more. She did everything he wanted and, for the first time in her life,
let herself give in completely to a lover. In the end, when he took her ass,
she welcomed the pain and even managed to cum when he dumped his load in her
asshole.
She woke up in his arms, a blanket underneath them. Joan had fallen
asleep after Ken had taken her that last time. She was sore, but more satisfied
than she'd ever been in her whole life. Jane had come into the Garden with the
blanket, and Joan had only murmured sleepily as he lifted her onto it. He
curled around her and Jane kissed him and left.
Joan woke up somewhat disoriented. She was naked, in a man's arms,
outside. She looked at Ken, then blushed and buried her head in his chest.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.
"God, you must think I'm a complete slut," she mumbled into his chest.
"A psychotic slut at that."
"Joan," he said, pushing on her chin so that she could meet his eyes,
"did you enjoy yourself?"
She nodded, eyes bright and happy. The loneliness had retreated,
leaving her soft brown eyes wide and clear. She nodded, happy, somewhat
embarrassed, and, god help her, still a bit aroused.
"So did I. And in this house, that counts for a lot. We don't make
judgments -- at least not of the type you're used to, and we try to love each
other and see to each other's needs."
Joan stiffened in his arms and he knew she'd seen Jane approaching. She
tried to cover herself, but Ken wouldn't let her.
"You have nothing to hide from Jane," he whispered in her ear.
"Besides, you can still use your word."
She resolutely did not say anything as the younger woman approached. At
first Joan thought she was nude, but she was wearing a black bikini. Joan
realized that she may as well have been nude, because it covered almost nothing.
"I brought coffee for you two," she said kneeling gracefully next to
them. She acted as if she served two naked people everyday, one of them her own
lover who had just obviously had sex with a stranger. Jane handed Ken a
steaming mug, and he smiled and thanked her. It was warm out, but Joan wanted
the caffeine to help clear her head, so she took the cup that was offered to her
as well.
"Thank you," said Joan, still nervous.
"You're welcome," replied the other woman with a warm smile.
Ken knew that Joan felt this should be awkward, but in truth, she was
just too relaxed to feel anything but happy and satisfied. Jane stayed and they
talked. Not about what she had Ken just done, but about the mansion and how
they were settling in. About Sally, Eric and the baby, and how they fit in
here. Joan was surprised to learn about Bill and Genie living here and laughed
when they told her that they thought Bill still hadn't realized that Genie had
moved in with them. As she grew more comfortable with them, her lust began to
rise again. And when there was a silence between them, it seemed only natural
that she open her lips to Jane when the other woman leaned toward her.
Ken's hands caressed Joan's slick lips, drawing a groan from the woman
as her tongue danced with Jane's. He lay her down, playing with her breasts as
Jane started kissing her way down Joan's body. Once again, Joan was a little
nervous when Jane's tongue began licking her furry sex, but that was quickly
forgotten as Jane's considerable skill brought her close to a peak in record
time. Ken fed his cock into Joan's mouth, stifling any complains she might have
made when Jane spread her legs back and wide, then speared her well fucked
asshole with her tongue while rubbing her clit with her thumb. The two of them
drove Joan through several orgasms as Jane sucked and swallowed as much of Ken's
cum from her body as she could. Joan eagerly drank all of Ken's cum when he
finished in her mouth.
After her last orgasm, Joan lay in a sweaty heap, panting. She knew she
should offer to return the favor to Jane, but for one, she was just too tired.
For another, she was embarrassed, since she'd never had sex with a woman before.
Plus, lame as it sounded, it was getting late and she had an early morning
client to deal with.
She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at the two people who'd
brought her more sexual pleasure than anyone she'd ever met. Her chest hurt and
her belly clenched with longing as she looked at them. If only...
"Joan," said Ken, "You're welcome to stay the night, or even the
weekend, if you'd like." He knew she'd turn him down, which was probably a good
thing. He suspected that the play party tomorrow was going to be very intense.
He knew his plans for Jane and Ari were, and he had no idea how Joan would react
to something like that.
"Longer, if you'd like," said Jane as she ran strong fingers over Joan's
calf muscle.
Joan just looked at them, tears forming in her eyes. What the hell was
with her tonight?, she thought.
"I'd like that," she replied, hoping they weren't just being polite.
Obviously they were swingers and Joan had very little experience with that sort
of etiquette. However... "Unfortunately, I have an early client tomorrow and a
full day scheduled."
Jane looked at Ken and he nodded. She collected the mugs, kissed Joan
and left saying, "I need to remind Arianwen that she has to take Karen home. I
think they've managed to corner Bill and I doubt that he knows what to make of
Karen."
She kissed Joan one more time, a deep kiss, full of promise and said,
"Joan, I'm sure my Master will explain what's going on around here. But let me
assure you that we both want you back -- soon."
"Master?" asked Joan. She was more that a bit surprised at the effect
Jane's kiss had had on her. Jane just rose to her feet, and padded away.
"Would you like a shower?" asked Ken. "We have a very nice one
upstairs, as you might recall."
"What..." began Joan. She stopped when Ken raised his hand.
"I'll explain in the shower, OK?"
She nodded and they gathered up the clothes and Joan wrapped the blanket
around herself. Ken knew they wouldn't meet anyone on the way upstairs.
Besides, everyone here, with the exception of Genie's two friends, had seen him
naked. Genie, her friends, Eric, Gary and Annette were all in the pool, so they
wouldn't be seen by them. David and Lenny were in the kitchen drinking coffee,
watching the antics in the pool. Kim was receiving her evening whipping and
orgasm from Ellen, upstairs in the bedroom they'd claimed.
Once in the shower, Ken took the soap and began to wash Joan, massaging
her skin as he cleaned her.
"Why did Jane call you Master?" she asked.
"Because," he replied, running his slick hands over her breasts, "she's
my slave. As is Arianwen."
Joan knew as much about a real BDSM relationship as most people --
meaning nothing. She turned and looked at him.
"I see," her voice was somewhat disapproving.
"Actually," he smiled, "you don't."
Ken proceeded to explain to Joan what kind of relationship he had with
Jane and Arianwen, that it was fully consensual and that anyone could opt out at
any time. Of course, he never mentioned the fact that both Jane and Arianwen
were High Priestess, or that their religion revolved around sex. What he said
went a long way toward mollifying her, even, though she wouldn't admit it,
arousing her a bit. Ken knew though. He knew that she'd be thinking about this
talk when she went home and suspected that she'd want to know a lot more about
it very soon.
"So," she said careful, "is that what you want me for? Another slave?"
"We," said Ken stressing the word, "want you for you. We'd like to have
an intimate relationship with you. If you want to be a slave, that's fine. If
you don't, no one here is going to force you. If you want to explore it,
discover what our life here is all about, than you're welcome to do that as
well. But I'll warn you, we don't live by what society considers normal rules.
We don't follow many of societies' conventions when it comes to relationships
either."
Then he went on to explain about the play party and that since Genie,
Sally, Jane and Arianwen were slaves, that they'd be serving the Dom's, and
Sandy, for the entire weekend.
"You're more than welcome to come back," he said, "but I'll warn you
that things can get pretty intense. No one will force you to do anything,
though, and everyone will be happy to explain what's going on. And," he added
with a smile, "I'd love to see you."
"Are things always like that here?" asked Joan. What would it be like,
she wondered, being played with, used for sex at someone else's whim? Her pussy
clenched and she wished she'd put on her panties. She hadn't because they were
a sticky mess, but she suspected that if they kept talking about this, she'd end
up with a wet spot on her dress.
"The slaves are slaves all the time, yes. The women here tend to be a
bit casual about clothing as well." He smiled as he thought about the Heinlein
books he'd read and asked Joan if she'd ever read any.
"No," she replied, "I don't read a lot of fiction."
They made a detour to the study and Ken gave her 'Time enough for Love'.
"If you read this, you'll begin to get a basic understanding of what
we're doing here. We're a bit different, especially since Heinlein didn't
approve of BDSM. I suspect that he equated it with real slavery, which is why
he didn't like it." Ken shrugged, "Everyone has their blind spots."
Ken stood at the door and kissed Joan. Despite all the activity of the
evening, she began to heat up again.
"I've got to get out of here, or I'll become another one of your
slaves," she smiled. "My morning client would not be amused."
Ken smiled at her and said , "Joan it's important to realize that you
don't have to be a slave to be accepted around here. Sandy isn't and no one has
a problem with that. What you do have to be, is open minded."
They kissed again and she left. Ken turned and headed inside and went
to where Lenny and David were sitting.
"Did you gentlemen enjoy the evening?" he asked as he sat down.
David looked up and smiled. "Yes, thanks. It was very nice."
As late as it was getting, he could tell that they wanted to leave, but
had been enjoying themselves too much to actually make it out the door. It was
also obvious they'd had enough to drink to loosen them up a bit. Not too much,
but some, although David was almost sober by this time.
"You have quite an interesting household here," offered Lenny.
"Yes, they're not your standard group of people, that's for sure," Ken
replied. "Was there someone that you had in mind as being especially out
there?"
Lenny and David looked at each other, then at Ken and said, "Karen," in
complete unison.
Ken blinked. That was not the answer he'd expected.
"Karen? Arianwen's friend?"
"Yup," said David, while Lenny nodded.
Uh oh, thought Ken. "Did she cause you any trouble?" He hoped that she
hadn't. Since she was bi, it seemed unlikely that their being gay would be a
problem for her, but one never knew.
"Not me," replied Lenny, "but David had a small problem with her."
Ken looked at the two men. Neither looked particularly upset. "Do
tell," he urged.
"She saw we were together and propositioned us," said Lenny, with a
broad grin -- the alcohol had loosened him up considerably. Ken failed to see
the joke. "David almost took her up on it. Would have too, if she wasn't
sixteen."
Now it was Ken's turn to be surprised. "Oh, I assumed that you wouldn't
be interested in women..." he temporized.
"I'm not," said Lenny, "But David likes the occasional taste... er feel,
of pussy."
"Len," came David's voice. It held a tone of warning.
"When she found out I'm completely gay, she offered me her ass if she
could suck David off. That really got his attention."
"Lenny..." David's voice now held more than just a tone of warning.
Lenny, Ken realized, was a sub who was goading his Dom in to action. Very
interesting. Especially since David didn't realize that's what was happening.
"He had a hard, if you get my meaning, time turning her down. Even I
found the thought intriguing."
"Lenny!" David's sharp voice now promised that there would be
retribution in the near future.
"Yes dear?" he asked sweetly.
Ken, having never seen this kind of interplay between two men, was both
amused and interested. Lenny was very aroused, and David, realizing that Lenny
was pushing him was also.
"I doubt that Mr. Whitestone wants to hear the sordid thoughts going
through your mind."
"Don't be such a prude," said Lenny. He turned to Ken, but was speaking
mainly to David, "It's not like he was shocked, were you Ken?"
Ken shook his head.
"And it's not like Ken doesn't have not one, but two lovers -- and, if
Arianwen is to be believed, sex slaves. I believe that Karen mentioned that all
three of them had had her."
Ken winced internally from that. Karen was an Adherent, but it was
clear she'd have to have some things explained to her. Being circumspect was
important - especially since she and Arianwen were underage.
"Lenny, you're embarrassing our host," said David.
"I doubt that," returned Lenny. Ken saw that the shrewd man had had
more in mind than just taunting his lover. He was testing Ken. "You don't look
embarrassed Ken. Are you?"
"No, I'm not," Ken returned. "Besides, she was telling the truth.
Knowing those two, they probably spent most of the evening playing around with
each other."
David gave Ken a sharp look. Sometimes he forgot just how bright, and
devious, Lenny was. He'd just gotten Ken to admit to an illegal act in front of
him, and he was a criminal lawyer. Ken seemed totally unconcerned.
"Don't you think Karen's a little young to be having sex?" asked David.
He didn't think so, but that was based on the impression he'd had of Karen.
She'd teased them, but saw in short order that no meant no, and changed the
subject to something completely different. No pouting, no 'we'll see about
that' attitude and no signs of upset from the rejection -- not even sour grapes.
He'd had thirty year olds in bars react more negatively.
"No, I don't. Sexual maturity has little to do with age, beyond a
certain point, and everything to do with attitude, knowledge and wisdom. Karen
knows what she wants and, aside from the fact that she should be a little more
circumspect, goes for it. You'd be surprised at the things that she's done."
Lenny nodded, and Ken knew that his own assessment of the girl had been
the same. Lenny, of course, didn't have Ken's advantage of actually being able
to read her mind. David too, was satisfied with the answer - which Ken found
surprising.
"See," said Lenny, "I told you you should have fucked her."
"Christ Lenny, you're impossible!" said David. But he was smiling.
"Don't you ever think of anything but your cock?"
"Yours," Lenny returned completely straight faced.
They broke up laughing. David stood and stretched, then said it was
getting late. Lenny, for once, took the hint, and Ken suspected that when they
got home, David would be getting a little of his own back. More power to 'em,
Ken thought.
They left a short time later, as did Genie's friends and people started
drifting off to bed. Gary got Ken's attention before he went upstairs.
"I have something you might like," he said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I put it in the dungeon."
They went upstairs and Gary showed Ken what he'd brought over. It was
exactly what Ken wanted, as was the new spanking bench that Gary had delivered.
It was a nice bench that left most of the sub's body exposed, but ensured that
she'd be completely immobilized. It had the added feature of being built in
such a way that another sub could be locked into position beneath the one on
top. The one on bottom would be in an excellent position for some pussy eating.
Ken loved the design. Gary'd also brought a more standard spanking bench, which
Ken admired as well.
"I'm sure that we'll be using that tomorrow," he said pointing to the
first one. "In fact, I think that Arianwen will most definitely be spending
time there." They laughed and were about to head to their separate bedrooms
when Ken stopped the other man.
"I thought I should mention," he said, "that tomorrow will be a little
different."
"In what way?" asked Gary.
Ken thought for a moment, then said, "You know about Jane, right?"
"Yeah, she's seriously Massy."
Ken nodded. "I intend to push her this weekend, a lot. I don't want
you to get worried about her though. She'll be completely safe."
Gary looked at him and said, "My friend, you're one of the few Doms that
I have perfect confidence in. I know that you'd never do anything to really
hurt someone." He paused then said, "Besides, it looks like she heals as fast
as Arianwen, so it shouldn't be an issue. Too bad that Karen had to go home. I
bet she would have enjoyed herself."
That surprised Ken. Gary knew she was underage.
"Don't look so surprised my friend. She's seriously hot, and obviously
experienced. You've slept with her, haven't you?"
Ken nodded and Gary grinned, "Lucky you. Annette thinks she's hot too.
She hinted several times she'd love to be on her knees eating her."
They parted, but before he turned the corner Gary turned around and
said, "If you see that other woman, tell her I said hi."
Gary, it seemed, hadn't forgotten about Lea. Good, Ken thought. He
headed toward the Master bedroom where he knew his two slaves were waiting for
him.
End Chapter 39
