The Novelist Pt. 02

"Don't you worry about any of that." He said. "I'm going to figure something out. You are always welcome here. Even if you lose everything else, you won't lose me. Do you understand?"

Marie could barely hold it together.

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, Sir." She answered confidently through her tears.

Both Alexis and Tom noted that something had changed in her. Despite her bruised and beaten ass, despite the complications in her marital collapse, despite all the emotional turmoil she'd suffered in the last few weeks that answer had seemed particularly sincere. Tom smiled at her again, and then turned his attention to Alexis. He reached behind her and slowly pulled the plug from her rear.

"How are you, Lexi?" He asked.

Alexis looked up at him with her deep blue eyes and said simply, "Amazing, Sir. Thank you for asking." She was always turned on when she saw him take control of a situation like he had just now on the phone.

Tom pushed her to the floor on her stomach, and slid his cock into her stretched ass. He had been hard for most of the morning and he craved some release. For the first time, Marie watched as her son fucked the stunning blonde in front of her. It was intense and passionate. He knew just how to drive himself into her to make her cry out in ecstatic bliss. Alexis hadn't expected to get fucked and she loved the feeling of him inside her. It didn't matter which hole he used. They were all his.

Marie watched as his ass lifted up and then sank back down on each thrust. It amazed her how easily Alexis came on her son. Not once or twice, but over and over again. She thought it seemed artistic the way his body moved on hers. Marie could never quite find the right adjective to describe him. He seemed to be so many things all at once. It occurred to her how much she enjoyed watching him.

The irony, she thought, was how much she wanted to share her son with this woman when her inability to share her husband had ended her marriage. It was different somehow. Tom seemed to be upfront about his needs. Marie knew, then and there, that he could never be with one woman. It wasn't a flaw in his character, she thought. It was something more that she couldn't explain, but somehow she thought it seemed natural.

Alexis could sense the throbbing in his shaft as it buried inside her.

"Cum in my ass, Sir." She said softly.

Tom slid himself out, and stood up. "I'm sorry, Alexis, but this is for Marie." He turned toward his mother who contemplated for a moment the shaft that had been deep in Alexis' ass. She didn't care anymore. She wanted it despite where it had been. She opened her mouth and took him deep into her throat. Before she knew what was happening, Tom came in her mouth. It poured out of him, and she struggled to swallow it. She was struck by the taste of him. She thought he tasted like melon, not bitter or salty. Marie had let a small bit dribble down her chin in her effort to swallow everything. Alexis rose to her knees, and, as soon as Tom had pulled himself from Marie's mouth, she leaned forward to lick the dribble and then kissed her in a deep, intimate embrace.

It was Tom's turn to be shocked.

******

Tom Bolden sat under the hot stream of water in his shower. He was angry with the continuous spiral of events that seemed to threaten his control. It had been his mother's unannounced visit at first. Now, he was disturbed by his aunt's inability to manage the divorce proceedings. Most of all, Tom was angry with his father. He never thought that his father could be such a vindictive individual. What bothered him more were the seemingly calculated moves in hiring an attorney and threatening a lawsuit over the tape that sealed the fate of his marriage. Tom couldn't allow him to hurt his mother. Now that Marie had willingly knelt at his feet and submitted herself to him, Tom felt an added and fierce need to protect her.

There was a larger issue that needed addressing as well. Tom had thought for quite a while that things in his life were going particularly well. He loved all the women that submitted to him. The only thing that bothered him was the disconnected nature of it. Now that Marie had moved into the house, Tom found that he rather enjoyed watching the dynamic and the friendship grow between her and Alexis. Tom had always taken painstaking care to keep his submissive women separate. Alexis knew them all, but they didn't know each other. There was an exception here and there. Fran had pampered many women on his behalf. Fran and Abby were certainly aware of each other. Tom wanted to build something bigger. He wanted a family of his own.

The thought had struck Tom suddenly. How had he not considered it before? He contemplated the relationship between Marie and Alexis. He considered the willingness of Fran to help the women that he sent to her establishment. These women all had something to offer each other. Tom wanted to lift the veil that kept it all separate, but he also wanted to be careful to make sure it stayed within his control. He wanted to punish his father for trying to ruin his mother's life. It seemed risky on some level. Tom had never turned his back in the face of a little risk.

Finally the dam broke that compartmentalized his thoughts. Tom found himself in a pure moment of clarity. The wry smile returned to his face, and Tom Bolden had formulated a plan. Even he wasn't sure if he had the wherewithal to pull it off. It was grandiose. He felt a calmness settle over him.

Tom dried himself off and stepped into his closet. He needed to head in to Beverly Hills. He scanned through the hangers and decided on the blue Hugo Boss Pasolini suit. He selected a light blue Barney's New York button up shirt and he pulled out his black Ferragamo wingtips. He opted to skip the tie today. Tom looked at himself in the mirror approvingly, and then headed out the door.

******

Alexis helped Marie back into the house and laid her down on her bed. She rifled through the drawers in the bathroom until she found some lotion with aloe. Marie hadn't said much since the kiss. She just looked at Alexis adoringly and followed her lead. Alexis squeezed two large dollops of cream on each of her ass cheeks. The coolness of the lotion had startled her, and Marie realized just how hard she had been whipped. Alexis lovingly rubbed it into her tender skin taking great care to be gentle.

The marks on Marie's ass had settled in quickly. The redness was all but gone and dark purple bruising had replaced it. Alexis noted how thorough Sir had been with her. If he wanted to teach her a lesson then he had certainly done a good job. She had rarely seen him be so rough with any of his submissive trainees particularly on their first punishment. She ran her fingers over the ten distinct lines from the leather crop. They were the last blows she had taken and they had been brutally direct. The skin was bruised a darker shade of purple and it was raised just slightly. Marie tensed as she felt Alexis touch her.

"How are you, Marie? How painful was it?" She asked softly.

Marie turned her head to the side to look into the empathetic blue eyes of her new friend. It was strange to feel so close to someone that she'd only known for a day. It seemed somehow like she had known her for years.

"Extremely." She said. "I couldn't have endured it without you there."

"You were amazing in there. I... I didn't think he'd be so..."

Marie smiled. "Don't worry. I'd do it again if he asked me to. I guess he needed to make his point. I'm not special. I'm... just one of the girls now. That's all I wanted."

"Is it?" Alexis asked unsure.

"Yes." Marie said turning on her side to face Alexis. "I love him. Not like a mother loves her son. There's something deeper there. I feel ashamed of it a little. Everything in this life says it's wrong. But for me it just feels right. I've never felt so right about anything."

It was Marie who reached out for Alexis. She sidled up behind her. Marie reached her arm around Alexis and held her close. Her hand settled on Alexis' breasts, and she allowed it to explore the other woman. It occurred to her that maybe she loved them both.

"Do you want to give yourself to him?" Alexis whispered to her. "Do you want to make it official? Show him that you'll never turn back?"

"Haven't I done that already?" Marie asked quietly.

"If Sir lets us, will you take a trip with me today?"

"Of course."

******

Tom knocked on the bedroom door twice before entering. It was unnecessary, but he thought the courtesy would be appreciated. Marie and Alexis each sat up quickly. Marie was fascinated by how quickly Alexis slipped from the bed to the floor. She followed suit and settled next to her in a kneeling position. Her ass rested against her heels and she winced at the pain.

"Hello, ladies." Tom said with his wry smile.

"Hello, Sir." They responded in unison.

Marie was taken aback by the polished man that stood before her. Her son was devastatingly handsome in a suit. She had rarely ever seen him in formal attire, and it had been years since the last time. Alexis admired his relaxed mood. It was the first time she'd seen him look comfortable since Marie had arrived. She hoped that it meant he had found his inner peace. She had seen him distressed off and on over the years. In these periods of introspection, he had to think things through on his own. Alexis knew that he would inevitably figure out his true course. She trusted him completely and found comfort in his exactness.

"I have some people to meet this morning." He said. "Please enjoy yourselves today... just be back by 4pm if you go out. Oh, and, Marie, you listen to Alexis today. I wouldn't want you straying into trouble again. So you do anything she says. Alright?"

"Of course, Sir." Marie smiled back.

******

Tom grabbed the keys to his Toyota 4Runner and walked out to the detached garage just past the pool in the backyard. He climbed in, started it up, and pulled up Marvin Gaye Live at the Palladium on his iPod. He wasn't the type of person that enjoyed flashy cars. He didn't see the point. He pulled out down the long driveway. It was going to be a beautiful day. Hot, but beautiful.

Tom had cut across Fountain Avenue to avoid traffic. He made the left on La Cienega and then right onto Santa Monica into Boys Town, West Hollywood. It was already almost ten o'clock and it occurred to him to make a stop on the way. Tom was still on a bit of high since formulating his new plan. One thing he enjoyed when he was feeling particularly good was a satisfying fuck.

He hung a left on Canon and dipped into the heart of Beverly Hills pulling his car up in front of Fran's salon. He rarely stopped by here in person. He didn't believe in the metrosexual need to be primped. Tom preferred a barber shop. He liked how old fashioned it felt. Sam, his barber, was about eighty years old, and he enjoyed listening to the old man talk nostalgically about the old days. A time when the Hollywood Hills were filled with hunting cabins, not movie stars, before the city had sprawled out through the farm land that had once encompassed most of the Los Angeles basin.

Tom swung the large glass door open and walked briskly into the salon. He breezed past the young girl at the counter scanning the room. He spotted Fran talking to a customer alongside one of the stylists. She looked up and saw him walking toward the back.

"Oh merda!" She blurted alarming the customer and she clacked off without a word.

Francesca wore a comfortable short black dress today, which at least allowed her legs to move without the amusing waddle.

Tom reached a shampoo station where he found Abby setting up for her next customer. He reached out and grabbed her arm tightly jerking her along behind him.

"Which room?" He asked as they turned into the rear annex.

Abby pointed to a door a few feet away, and they disappeared inside. Abby wasn't sure what was happening. The urgency in the way he grabbed her made her feel like she had done something wrong. For Abby it didn't make much difference. She was happy to have the opportunity to kneel at his feet and follow instructions despite whether she had to perform or be punished. She shed her clothing in an instant and went to kneel beside him. She was sure that's where he would want her when Francesca entered. Surely, she thought, he was here to thank her for the amazing job she had done on his mother yesterday.

Tom watched as she started to sink to the floor. He quickly reached out grabbing her shoulders and lifted her back up. He guided her to the table and bent her over. Her feet barely touched the floor. Tom spread her cheeks wide and inhaled the scent of her pussy. She moistened so quickly around him. She heard him undo his buckle and drop his pants to floor around his ankles. He shed his jacket leaving just his shirt on, and then he leaned forward and thrust his cock inside her.

Abby screamed out at the sudden fullness. "Oh, Sir!"

"Alexis said you were spectacular yesterday. I thought you should be rewarded."

And that was all he said. Tom wasn't interested in anything but fucking. He pounded the young girl's pussy with relentless need.

Abby couldn't help but scream as she got pummeled from behind. Francesca had finally found the right room and slipped inside. She was envious that Abby was getting Sir's cock. She let her dress fall to the floor, and then dropped down to her knees next to it slipping out of her bra. She couldn't help but be turned on by the way he was using this girl. He was fucking her for his pleasure, but Abby began to cum regardless.

"Oh! Fuuuuuck! Sir! Fuck your little slut. Pound it, Sir! Ohhhhhh yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck me... I'm cumming."

Tom had not slowed his assault at all. He just continued to use her pussy as she passed from one orgasm to the next. Finally, when he could not hold out any longer, he came deep inside her. Fran crawled over and took his softening cock into her mouth and sucked the young girl's cum off of him. She looked up into his eyes expectantly. Fran looked nothing like the whirlwind Marie had seen yesterday. She was quiet and obedient and uncharacteristically calm.

Tom pulled her to her feet and looked at her.

"I appreciate everything you did for my mother yesterday. Your thank you will come tonight. I want you to cook dinner at my house. There will be seven people total. Come early if you need to prepare, and bring a change of clothes. You'll be staying the night. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir!" She sounded genuinely excited.

Francesca thought it was an honor to cook for Sir, and she was a fantastic cook.

Tom pulled up his pants. He tucked in his shirt and made sure that he looked alright in the mirror. Abby was still bent over the table with his cum drooling out of her well fucked pussy. Tom flipped her onto her back.

"Thank you, Abby. I expect you'll join us this evening. Please help Fran with anything she needs for the dinner. As a thank you, Fran here is going to lick your slutty little pussy. Make sure she gets it all cleaned out. I expect you to report on her performance tonight."

Tom smiled at her knowing she'd enjoy this request. Abby couldn't believe her luck. She had never been anything but subservient to her employer. The thought of Fran lapping at her slit was delightfully naughty.

"Oh and, Abby, feel free to cum on her face as much as you'd like."

"Yes, Sir!" Abby cooed sizing up Francesca's naked body. "You're very generous, Sir."

Tom slapped Fran's ass. "You work this girl too much, Fran. It's time to give back."

And then he walked out of the room and back into the fray of salon. Tom was amused by the glances that he got as he made his way back toward the front. He wondered if anyone had heard sweet little Abby scream. He suspected as much. Tom pushed back through the doors and on to the sidewalk. He contemplated stopping by the Venezuelan restaurant up the street, but he didn't have the time or the stamina to visit any other women this morning. Tom decided to leave his car and opted to walk down Brighton Way as he made his way west toward his lawyer's office.

******

Marie fixed herself a bite to eat in the kitchen as she waited for Alexis to finish getting ready. She was wearing a light summer dress. For the first time, she thought how strange it felt to wear clothes. It seemed unnatural after spending so much time nude. She couldn't believe how quickly she was adjusting to this new lifestyle. No one, not even Marie, could realize how much she wanted the changes she was experiencing.

Alexis had taken a fair amount of time this morning to talk to her about the Dominant-submissive lifestyle. Naturally, Marie had picked up some basics over the last twenty-four hours, but she was surprised by the complexity of everything. Maybe complexity was the wrong word. It was closer to what Tom had suggested after he fucked her yesterday; it was etiquette. She had to admit that everything about it seemed delicious. She desired, more than anything, to operate with the ease and grace that Alexis exuded.

Marie appreciated the help. Alexis had demonstrated some of the various positions that she would need to learn, and showed her how to glide from one to the next. It was a lot easier having Alexis gently guide her limbs into the right form versus learning it at the end of a crop. Marie still couldn't believe how much her ass hurt. The pain had diminished substantially, but it seemed any touch or breeze offered her a reminder of her error in judgment.

Alexis appeared in the doorway a few minutes later. Marie admired how good she looked in anything she wore. She hadn't said where they were going. She just grabbed her purse and keys and led Marie out to the car.

Marie found it painful to sit in the car seat. She cursed whoever was responsible for filling pot holes. Each one caused a sharp pain in rear. The trip didn't take very long before Alexis pulled into a recessed parking lot off of Hollywood Boulevard. Marie wondered why so many tourists flocked to this part of town. It was dirty and unkept.

She followed Alexis into the rear entrance of a store. There was no signage to indicate what it was, but Marie understood almost immediately upon entering. She had taken her to a sex shop. Marie remembered a time before the internet when she needed to show up at store like this to buy a vibrator. This was not like those shops, though. It wasn't bright and filled with colorful dildos. There were no walls of pornographic videos. It was dark and industrial, and it smelled of leather and metal. The display cases housed far more nefarious looking implements. The floor was filled with furniture fit more for a dungeon than a living room. She had never been in place quite like this one.

Alexis jangled a small bell near the cash register. A thick, stocky man poked his head out around the corner. He wore a welding mask and carried a blow torch with a hot blue flame burning menacingly at the tip. It made Marie uncomfortable.

He extinguished the flame on his torch, and flipped the lid back on his mask to reveal a rugged face. He lit up at the sight of Alexis. He set his mask aside and removed his thick industrial apron, and bounded forward with giant smile.

"Alexis! Well I'll be dipped in shit. Bring your fine ass over here." He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her into the air twirling her around, and then planted a wet kiss on her cheek. "Shit. You look sexier every time I see you. When are you gonna let me fuck that sweet pussy?"

"As soon as Sir tells me to, Stephen." She said.

Marie was shocked at how Alexis handled this bear of a man.

"What a faithful fucking slut! He sure knows how to train 'em. What can I do you for? You should have let me know you were comin' by."