Inner Circle (15 page)

“I am your lover?”

“Yes, Simon, you are my lover and I am yours.”

“Does it surprise you to hear yourself saying, without being forced, that you and Simon Ruben are lovers?”

“Yes, even as I spoke the words it was hard for me to realize what I was saying.” She paused and looked away for a moment. “To freely give myself to…to…to—”

He interrupted her, “To a fat, ugly, old man who delighted in destroying your fine husband’s reputation and who will delight even more in taking his wife,” he leaned forward. “Yes, Mrs. Ryan, to give yourself to a degenerate old man who will take delight in feeling the warm mouth of Jeffery Ryan’s young wife on his own, in feeling his huge cock slide into her cunt, in feeling her splendid body naked beside him each night in his bed, in watching her carefully painted lips open wide to receive his cock, and seeing her swallow his cum and afterwards kiss his piss hole in gratitude.” He sat back smiling slightly. “Do you belong to me now?”

Gently she began to stroke his cock while looking up at him. She nodded, “I do. I belong to you now.”

“Yes, ever since you yourself were a teenager I have imagined this. I felt then you would eventually be mine. You are very intelligent and extremely sensitive. Did it ever occur to you when you saw me in the village or at the country club that you would someday give yourself to me?”

“The truth?” she asked. He nodded. “Even then you seemed old and gross. I saw how you looked at me and I felt violated and frightened. Of course, I never dreamed that…that I’d be like this, like I am now on my knees naked before you. You frightened me then, as you still do. I found you disgusting.” She looked down at the cock she held, then up at him, “But there was something…something exciting beneath the disgust and the fear.”

“Your teenage nipples would stiffen and your young cunt moisten, is that not correct?”

“I fought against it. I tried to deny it. I tried, usually unsuccessfully, to avoid you whenever possible because…because I couldn’t understand why…why those things were happening to me even though I was terrified of you. Then, that night a year ago when you insisted we dance and you touched me…”

“Ah!” he said, “I suspected as much. When you were sixteen there was at times a look in your eyes that was more than disgust and fear. Last year, before you humiliated me, I felt you tremble and I noticed a flicker in your eyes of what I see now. Do you know what that is?”

“Desire?”

“Yes, the desire to submit to Simon Ruben.”

“I think you are right.”

“Now, the beautiful young widow kneels at the feet of her husband’s destroyer. I may fuck you occasionally, Mrs. Ryan, but most of the time I will want your mouth on my prick instead. I’m by nature a lazy person. I enjoy sitting here looking down on you, watching how you try to please me, knowing that you are mine and that you are anxious to kiss, and lick, and suck my prick, knowing that you will taste the sweat from my balls, knowing that soon I will shoot my cum into your mouth and you will swallow it.” While he spoke his cock stiffened between her hands. She could feel the tingling in her stomach and knew her pussy was wet. She started to lower her head to his cock but he said, “Not yet, Mrs. Ryan. I want you to think about it a little longer, anticipate the pleasure you are going to give me. Wait until you are fully aroused, until your nipples are fully extended and hard, until your cunt is dripping, until you can’t help but moan softly like an animal in heat.” He pointed at the photograph of Jeff. “Did you often tell your fine young husband that you loved him?”

She had trouble speaking. She nodded her head and whispered, “Yes, I told him all the time.”

“Have you ever honestly said those words to any other man since your husband’s death?”

She remembered being whipped until she said them to Abul. “No, I spoke them only once, but I had been beaten and drugged and made to say them.”

“You have not been drugged, or beaten, or threatened tonight, have you, Mrs. Ryan?”

His thick hard cock was pulsing between her hands. She continued to stroke it slowly. “No, Simon, I haven’t been drugged, or whipped, or threatened.”

He leaned close to her and held her face between his hands, “The words, Mrs. Ryan, I want to hear the words.”

‘Oh my God,’
she thought,
‘I can’t, I can’t.’
His ugly face was only inches from hers. His eyes burned into her. His thick lips were wet with spittle. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I need you, Simon Ruben,” she said. She opened her eyes. “I’ve fought so hard against it. I don’t pretend to understand it.” She leaned forward to press her parted lips against his. She slid her tongue into his mouth. The kiss lasted only a moment. Her breath was coming so rapidly, she thought she might faint. She lifted up to kiss him again and whispered into his mouth, “I…I…worship you, Simon Ruben.”

He sat back smiling, “Let me know it in the way you make love to my prick. Make me feel what your husband never felt. Make love to my prick, Mrs. Ryan, prove you adore me. Prove it with your mouth.”

She swallowed and continued to look up at him, “I will, please, I want to.” She felt his cock pulse between her hands. “Oh yes, Simon, I will prove it with my lips, my tongue. Please let me make love to your cock.” She started to lower her head but again he stopped her.

“I see your fine long nipples are swollen and hard. Are they tender?” he asked.

She felt herself blush, “Yes, when I’m excited, when I am, as you say, in heat, they become engorged and are very tender.”

“If you were to offer them to me, I would twist them in a way that would cause you great pain.”

She bowed her head and shook it, “Please, dear Simon, no….”

“Very well, but it would give me pleasure to hurt you.”

His cock throbbed in her hands. She stared at the huge round cockhead. The red imprint of her lips glistened. She took her hands from his cock and placed them under her breasts. Lifting her head and rising slightly she offered her breasts to him. He took each of her distended nipples between the fat thumbs and forefingers of his hands. Then, violently he pinched and twisted them. The knife like pain seared into her brain. She threw her head back and screamed. He let go. She fell forward against him crying. After several moments she pushed herself back and looked up at him again. “You hurt me, Simon, you really hurt me,” she said.

He grinned at her. “A woman should be willing to suffer for the pleasure of her lover, should she not?”

Her nipples throbbed with pain. “Yes, Simon, a woman and should be willing….to…to suffer for the pleasure of her lover.” She placed her hands around his cock again. It had become even harder. She could feel secretions ooze from her pussy.

Ruben leaned forward again, “From now on, Mrs. Ryan, I think you should earn the privilege of sucking the prick of your lover, by first offering your nipples to him. It will be a way of showing your respect, your adoration, of proving your willingness to endure pain if doing so pleases him. Do you agree?”

“Yes, Simon, I agree.”

“It will be a rule then. Before your caress my cock with your mouth, you will offer your splendid nipples for punishment?” It was a question.

She bowed her head, “I will, Simon.”

He sat back in the chair. “Good. I’ve kept you waiting long enough. Make love to the prick of Simon Ruben, Mrs. Ryan. Let me feel the devotion. Honor me with your soft lips and your sweet tongue.” He put two fingers under her chin tilting her head up, “When you make love to my prick I want to hear you speak to it as you would a lover. The words, Mrs. Ryan, say the words and mean them.”

She bent low over his cock staring at it intently, then, obeying his instructions, she spoke to it. Her voice was little more than whisper, “I adore the great cock of Simon Ruben,” she said bending closer, “oh, God, yes, I do, I do.” She gently pressed her parted lips over the slit. As before she slid her tongue along its length and probed the hole itself. Then she looked up at him. “I honor the penis of my lover, Simon Ruben,” she said. She gently pulled the foreskin back exposing his huge round cockhead. The rim at its base was deep and smelled rancid. With the nail of her index finger she delicately traced the rim. “I want to taste you,” she said. She extended her tongue into the groove and slowly licked it clean all the while looking up into his face hoping to see some sign of approval. She pushed his cock up and back against his belly. “I belong to you, Simon Ruben,” she said. “I worship your great cock. Can you see it? Can you feel it?” She pressed her parted lips to the triangle at the underside of his cockhead. Continuing to look up into his face, she gently sucked and licked that most sensitive of spots. She darted the tip of her tongue into the corners of the rim and tasted what had lain hidden there.

He realized what she’d done. “Does that not offend you, Mrs. Ryan?”

Instead of answering, she pulled his foreskin back further and pushed her tongue deeper into that dark moist place. The eyes that looked up at him were bright with excitement. She continued to lick, nibble, and suck at the foul smelling triangle sometimes pausing to hold it away from her and looking up into his face, slowly lean forward to kiss it. When her lips touched his prick she moaned softly. She held his thick shaft between her hands and stared transfixed at the huge cockhead and the wetness where she had licked the rim. “I am your lover. My lips, my tongue belong to you,” she said.

Ruben felt his orgasm building. “Stop” he said. “Look up at me but continue to stroke it gently.” Her face was flushed, her bright red lips slightly swollen and wet. “The idea of taking you as my wife is beginning to appeal to me. My right to you then will be greater than Satomi’s and this ridiculous contract he had you sign. Is that not true?”

She wondered if he were really serious. When he mentioned it before she’d been sure it was another of his efforts to humiliate and frighten her. But to actually marry this sadistic old man…impossible! And yet in some obsessive, psychopathic way the idea of giving herself to Simon Ruben in marriage was terrifying but seemed somehow appropriate. “I don’t know, Simon. Mr. Satomi is a very powerful man. He considers me his until the contract is fulfilled.”

Ruben frowned, “I’m a powerful man too. And I’m here in America and you’re an American citizen. I have no fear of the little Jap.” He sat back watching her stroke his cock. “We’ll plan it for next month. Just as I said, Saint Andrews. I don’t expect any of your old friends will attend. But mine will be there. I’ll have Tom Dolan as best man. You remember Tom Dolan?”

Kathy nodded, “Yes I remember him.”

Ruben chuckled, “You should. You sucked him off in this very room. And I think he whipped your pretty ass as well, yes?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “I think I’ll have you suck him off regularly. He’s a good friend.” He smiled, “Tom also enjoyed whipping you. I’d like to watch him do it either before or after you suck his cock…” He waited for her to respond.

She realized as Ruben’s wife she would be used, would be made to service his friends, would often feel the whip again. Her submission to Ruben would be worse than the things she endured at the Facility. She shook her head, “No…no, I couldn’t,” she said.

He frowned, “Well, then Mrs. Ryan, your refusal means there will be no marriage. I had my heart set on marrying the lovely young widow Ryan.” He moved as if to get up from the chair.

“Please,” she said, hating herself, “Please, Simon. I’ll do what you want. I’ll give myself to your friends. I’ll ask to be whipped for your pleasure.”

He nodded, “You will be useful to me in other ways. There are a few wealthy do-gooders in town who cannot be bought off with cash. They hold mortgages on low rent homes and apartments, prime real estate housing the less fortunate.” He smiled at her, “But all men are susceptible to a beautiful young woman. Photographs in compromising positions with the lovely young wife of Simon Ruben will buy more than money ever could.”

Kathy shook her head, “I couldn’t Simon, I really couldn’t. I mean to take from the poor and helpless the little they have. I couldn’t be a part of that.”

He stared at her before speaking, “Well then, Mrs. Ryan, there won’t be a marriage after all. The man you profess to adore will leave here tonight and that’s the last you’ll see of him.”

She remained still for several moments before lifting her head to look at him, “I…I…want to…to…be your wife, but…but…”

He cut her off, “But you’re not willing to help your husband get ahead, not ready to be supportive and helpful.”

He started toward the door. “Wait,” she said. He turned back. “I will,” she said.

“You will what?”

“I’ll give myself….seduce…the men you wish to blackmail. I’ll help you get what you want.”

Sighing, he sat down. “Who would you like to be your maid of honor, Mrs. Ryan?”

‘My God,’
she thought,
‘I truly must be insane. To have agreed to the conditions he’s proposing is crazy.’

Before she could answer, he said, “Sheila, of course, after we marry, she will be your step-daughter, the perfect choice, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Simon, Sheila.”

“And on our wedding night you will service both Sheila and me?”

“Yes, I’ll service both of you.”

“And in order to please me you will give yourself to my friends and to my enemies?”