Chapter 10
"That fucking bitch," Jack growled, "pulling a fast one like that. I ought to clobber her for that."
Cynthia Rush smirked at Jack Tremain. The blond giant was no longer Linda Webster's lackey, but hers. She knew precisely how to delete the commands planted in his subconscious, replacing them with her own orders. As her original mentor, she alone possessed that knowledge.
"I do not advocate violence, unless totally necessary," Cynthia informed him. "This situation certainly does not justify its use. You will need to curb the impulse if we are to snare her."
"She ought to pay for pulling that double-cross," Jack insisted.
"Follow my orders, and you'll see a more desirable result."
He narrowed his eye. "How do I know I can trust you, babe?"
"Didn't I just release you from her power?"
"Sure, but the way I see it, you need a muscle guy, and I'm it." He flexed his biceps, then smacked his clenched fist into his open palm. "I don't like getting tricked. Screw me, and you'll be one sorry chick."
"Drop the tough act with me this minute. You will not disrespect me." She fondled her diamond pendant. "This delivered you from Linda Webster's clutches. It can easily draft you into mine."
He remembered how Linda and Paula initiated their subjects, forcing them into subservience, then robbing them blind. The debacle of his own bondage shook him-unanticipated, lasting. No way would he permit that to happen to him again.
"Tell me what to do," he said with resignation.
She described her plan in great detail. Naturally, she had examined every angle and proposed a solution. Jack saw the wisdom of her thinking and agreed to her stroke of brilliance.
"Deviant women are the best," he claimed, observing her in a new light.
"I don't see myself as the heavy."
"What you just out-lined is criminal genius."
"Linda is the culprit in this example, not me."
He sensed her indignance. "Guess I accidentally touched a nerve."
Cynthia glared at him. "Don't make that mistake again."
Jack couldn't get a beat on Cynthia's twisted logic, but saw no reason to alienate her. In his experience, a little manly charm went a long way.
He groped her ass, pulling her to his swollen crotch. Her nastiness turned him on. Cynthia began to protest, but his mouth silenced her. Her temperature immediately began to climb. His heat wiped out her resentment. Jack fondled her body, awakening its cells. She shivered in his embrace. His powerful grip negated all effort to break free. She attempted a retreat from his bone-solid growth, but he clamped her buns and ground it into her pelvis. Weakness engulfed her as his hard, massive dick left its throbbing impression in her susceptible flesh. A barrage of tingles coursed to every nerve end.
"You're impertinent," she murmured after breaking their kiss.
He grinned. "So shoot me."
Her mouth opened again to receive his tongue. He vigorously entered her. Jack used his tongue like a lethal weapon. No virtue remained intact after a bout with it. He gave her that wildly seducing tongue before subjecting her to that giant cock.
His tip met hers. He prompted her into a wiggling bout that left her trembling for more. His hands worked in concert to totally arouse her. He competently explored her warmth.
Her nipples swelled to capacity. Her pussy trickled with its excited moisture. Her stimulation was evident. When those huge thumbs traced the crescents of her butt cheeks and delved into the crack, she knew there was no turning back. She saw her will power evaporate.
Their lips finally separated. Although she expected it, Jack did not boast of his prowess. His deep voice pierced her resolve. "Come on, baby. Let's make nice-nice."
He removed her clothes. Cynthia did not bother stopping him. He gazed at her naked breasts. "I love your tits, baby. Especially your nipples." He whisked over them. "Mmmmm. You taste so good."
Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees. His face was level with her crotch. He grasped her hips, inhaling her womanly fragrance. His warm breath paralyzed her. He stuck his nose in her blonde bush, then withdrew.
"How about sealing our pact with a screw?" he huskily suggested. "It's tradition."
Her heart pounded madly. Her prolonged gasp ended the second Jack curved into her pussy. She clenched her teeth, then slumped against the wall. Her ability to resist him died.
Jack's blond head bobbed between her legs. Within seconds of his tongue's entry into her pink folds, Cynthia belonged to him. Her eyes rolled heavenward. She writhed, feeding him her snatch. Jack's snake-like tip pursued her, tickling her love button.
"Sweet," he grunted between mouthfuls. "Christ, do I love to eat pussy. Peach nectar-that's what you've got, baby."
He stuck his tongue into her cunt, penetrating its layers of squish. Cynthia seeped from his masterful probe. Her juices, which flowed into his mouth, were readily dispatched. His thirst for her honey was unquenchable. He fastened his lips about her nectar-rich hole and sucked it in strong, steady intervals.
Cynthia gazed down at him. Her tanned thighs framed his blond head while they shook. She caught the flash of tongue, then felt its feverish mission. Her clit swelled beneath his ardent laps. Denying him her snatch brought him to the brink of madness.
She bit her bottom lip. Suppressing those harsh exhalations was virtually impossible. He circled her clit, then dealt it a few punishing whips. The result was sheer ecstasy. "That feels really good."
"The pleasure is mine," he mentioned between gulps. "Your pussy is melting in my mouth. I love the way it responds to my tongue."
Her mouth dropped open as he focused on her clit and inflicted mind-bending suction. He rubbed his lips over that moist section while vibrating her love button. Noisily, he drank her female essence.
Cynthia whimpered, repeatedly coming up for air. Jack stole the very oxygen from her lungs with his loving exploration.
He remained oblivious to her torment. He went about extracting the flavor from her cunt lips. "You haven't had it in a while, baby. I can tell. You pussy grabs my tongue." Lowering his mouth to her cunt, he resumed his frantic consumption.
Cynthia rocked on her high heels. Jack delved into her snatch, opening it with his probing licks. He hugged her pulsing mound with his lips, then secured them. Weakly, she oozed onto his tongue. His ruffling slurps saturated her loins. She neared exhaustion as the tremors in her pussy mounted.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard," he promised, attacking her clit with a renewed vim. "You'll be screaming for more."
Dodging that high speed tongue was futile. Jack had it all down pat. He knew how to satisfy a woman with his mouth. No wonder those two idiots followed his every whim while he had them.
Jack seemed almost satiated from gorging himself on her drenched cunt. That frenzied streak that possessed him appeared to have run its course and had just about burned through his system. He relentlessly sought her orgasm, however. That turbulence would not subside until she convulsed in his mouth.
Cynthia clawed the walls as his authoritative strokes transported her. "You're going to make me cum, Jack. God, I'm almost there."
"Mmmmm," he slobbered. His grip was nonnegotiable.
He disabled her power of speech with a few more darts, then sent her up in flames. Clenching her teeth, she hissed. "Ohhhh." Jack smothered her seizure-ridden mound with his mouth, tonguing her most delicate area. Her clit throbbed from his volley of licks. "Ohhhh."
Cynthia collapsed in his arms. She dragged air into her lungs while he buried himself in her neck. She fought to compose herself, but the intensity of her climax precluded the effort. She heard Jack fussing with his belt buckle and zipper during those dazed seconds.
"I've got to fuck you," he murmured. "I need to be smashed inside your pussy. I can't wait another minute, baby."
He crammed himself inside her quickly. That monstrosity sent her to oblivion. His dick swelled to massive proportions. No man had ever gone that deep. Cynthia slammed against the wall, holding her legs apart. Jack plowed into her soaked passage, sustaining the momentum. She moaned from his penetrating thrusts. That stiff cock stole her breath. Involuntarily, she shoved herself at it. Containing that pulsing beast was a major undertaking. Her emerging lust took precedence. Nothing seemed more crucial than getting stroked by his inflamed member.
Jack grinned through his veil of sweat. "See what happens when you're away from sex too long, baby?" he groaned, shoving himself into her cunt. "It makes you hungrier, more savage. Come on. Fuck my big cock. Let me cram it inside you."
He closed his eyes and nailed her to the wall. His pummeling strokes excited her. His balls dealt her satiny flesh one smack following another. She granted him hot, slapping relief. She savored the hardness he ran through her juicy center.
"God damn, I'm going to shoot." His face reddened as his hips worked faster. "You're so fucking tight. You're squeezing it out of my balls."
Cynthia moaned, taking it.
Jack exploded after a few minutes. The frustration had built to an intolerable point in his loins. "I knew I'd cum fast," he muttered through his contortions, "but that doesn't mean we're done. I can keep going." He had her ass riveted to the wall while feeding her his ample discharge. Jism inundated her receptive cunt. His jaw dropped, his eyes closing. "Oh, yeah. Take it, every drop." He hips jerked forward, immobilizing her.
Cynthia managed to get off during that last surge of power. Wrapping herself to that rock-like shaft, she swiveled to him, focusing on gratification. Lust rumbled through her loins. She slid back and forth, moaning. She clenched him, getting the most out of his erection. His cock continued to pump her long after it unloaded. She savored its enduring hardness.
Jack would do well. After they finished, the next stage of her master scheme would commence.