Prologue

 

They made love. It was long and sensual. It was soft but forceful. His thick, muscular body pushed down on top of her petit frame and she was forced to endure his penetration regardless of any want she might have. But she did want him. The deeper his thrusts the deeper she wanted him and she revelled in the pain his large member brought to her quaking body. Then, at long last, it was over. They lay side by side, panting as their intermingled sweat trickled onto the damp sheet below. Looking to each other they smiled, satisfied and nearly satiated. Then they joined hands for a brief moment and made love once again.

Bill stood at the stove making breakfast. He was naked but for the apron he wore to protect himself from the inevitable splatter of grease that accompanied fried potatoes. Jasmine, his wife of five years, sat at their large dinner table admiring the shape of his posterior. She noted the striations in his thighs and calves with prurient enthusiasm and wondered which made her hungrier; the smell of the food or her husband.

"Pancake syrup...it's not just for breakfast," she told him, grinning and licking her fingers.

"Don't get any ideas. I have to get to work today," he told her.

"Just one more time?" she asked, her lips trembling with feigned sadness.

"I know it's Saturday, but they need me. We have a new line coming out. Who knows, I might even give you a taste."

"Fuck no!" she replied. "The last thing I want is to look like a bimbo or to be one of those toys you make. I'll stick with the research and let the others have the 'fun'."

"Hah, you're no fun, baby. I just want to do your lips," Bill kidded. "You know, so you can give the perfect blow job."

"I don't know who is more sick...you for doing it or me for doing the work that makes it possible," Jasmine said. "I mean this isn't exactly what you would call normal...or even ethical."

"And that, my love," he said, offering her a piece of syrup soaked bacon "is why you like it. They aren't willing...mostly."

"I do like that," she grinned. "Am I evil?"

A ringing phone took their attention from the moment. "Finish making breakfast, lover, I'll get the phone."

Moments later, Jasmine returned with the phone. "It's Patricia. Bill, her boyfriend kicked her out of his house."

"That guy was always a prick. I don't know why she was ever with him," Bill said, his eyes flashing anger.

Jasmine frowned. "It's worse than that. She didn't want to tell us when it happened but she lost her job a couple months ago and hasn't been able to find work. Bill, she has nowhere to go. Do you think she could stay here for a bit? Just until she gets on her feet."

Bill looked at her, a questioning look in his eyes. "Well, it's sort of up to you. I don't mind but I don't know how you would feel with her staying here. You've not been a fan of my ex-girlfriends, after all."

"She was at our wedding, Bill. You know I like her and, well, you two were over long before we got together," Jasmine replied. "I mean it's not like there is anything between you two anymore. I know that. She can stay for as long as she needs. We have more than enough room. Tell her."

"Okay, baby, I'll tell her," he replied, taking the phone from her outstretched hand.

Chapter 1

 

"Thank you so much for taking me in," Patricia told her saviours. "I really don't know what I would have done without you. I promise...promise, promise, promise I will get out of here as soon as I can. I can't thank you enough!"

"Don't worry," Jasmine told the Amazonian woman. "You're family. Bill loves you, I love you and if you don't love us we will have to kill you."

"Thanks, guys. Really," she sighed, hugging them both.

"Look, dinner is almost ready. I am going to go in and finish it up. Bill can show you to your room and help you get your things inside. You said it's mostly in storage?"

"I just brought necessities. Everything else...well, I paid for six months storage up front and I figure I should have another job and be able to rent another house by then," Patricia said. "And I promise to help out around here as much as I can. I don't have anything to pay rent with but I will pay you back as soon as I can. God, I can't thank you enough!"

"Cut it out," Bill said. "Let's get you settled."

 

Later that night, Bill and Jasmine lay in bed, a passionate session of lovemaking having just finished. "I about shit my pants when I saw her in a t-shirt and shorts, Bill. I see what you liked about her," Jasmine said. "I mean, she has a huge rack, great legs and beautiful hair. You sure did go the other route when you got me."

Bill smiled at his wife, seeing her minor insecurity. "Not really. You may be short, but you've just as nice a body and your hair is every bit as beautiful as hers. More so, 'cause it's yours."

"You're a sweet liar. I love you though," she said, kissing his cheek. "Was she into all the BDSM and stuff we used to be into when we first got going? I mean, was she as extreme?"

"Yes and no," Bill responded. "You're more into the physical aspects and she is more about mind control. I mean she does like to be tied up and humiliated but she was so susceptible to mind controlling techniques that...well; there wasn't much I couldn't make her do."

"Not much, eh?" Jasmine asked, her right eyebrow cocked questioningly. "Do tell."

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me what you made her do," she said, twirling her finger in her long tresses.

"Well, gee, it's not so much what I made her do but what I caused her to do," Bill told her.

"Tell me!" she demanded in mock anger.

Bill smiled and kissed her. "I made it so she hated vaginal sex and loved anal sex, for one thing. I also got her to wear a plug for a year straight. Then I got her used to enemas. She told me she still needs them to take a shit. I got her to cum on command and, later on, to a specific word. Then there was..."

"Hold on," Jasmine interrupted. "You got her to cum to a word?"

"Yeah, I did."

"What word? Does it still work?"

"Yes it does and I'm not going to tell you. If I do, you will torture the poor girl," Bill said, laughing. "Don't you think she has enough on her plate?"

"But what if I want to keep her?"

"You're kidding, right?" Bill asked, surprised. "You never wanted to bring in another woman before. Why would you want to bring one in now?"

"Bill, she's gorgeous and it would give us someone to play with," Jasmine said. "Besides, we don't play that way with each other anymore. Don't get me wrong, I don't really want to play with you that way. What we have is beyond the gimmicks and gadgets. But wouldn't it be fun to have someone to play with?"

"Jaz, she is my best friend. I couldn't do that to her."

"I could," she said, a wicked grin on her lips. "She might like it. She liked it before."

"Baby, Patricia is straight...doesn't like girls. How is she gonna like that?"

Jasmine pursed her lips for a moment. "Tell me the word. I just want to see if it works."

"Fine, but you can't let her know and you have to make it seem natural if you use it," Bill told her. "Promise?"

"Promise!" Patricia said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"It's more of a phrase. If you sing "Auld Lang Syne" she will orgasm," he said. It was rotten of me but I always wanted her to start the New Year off with a bang, so to speak."

Jasmine clapped her hands, chuckling with delight. "How artfully sadistic of you. I imagine her New Years dates were amused as hell!"

"She told me about a few," he replied, smiling. "It did make for interesting times for the poor girl. Now, remember your promise."

"I will. Don't worry. Now, what other things did you do to the poor girl?"

"You're so bad. I'll tell you, but on one condition. You have to suck my cock while I tell you."