I made her feel good so she stuck around. She wasn’t truly mine but I didn’t mind. I enjoyed it when it was her. I enjoyed the bargaining. I enjoyed feeding her passion.
While Jessica’s eyes remained closed, I crossed to the other side of the room and brought out, from one of the lockers, a shopping bag that I’d hidden.
I pulled out this lovely sundress, a soft cream colour – almost white – with a pattern of unbloomed sakura flowers running along it. Together with the dress, I brought out a pair of black, leather Ricosta-looking shoes, a long pink ribbon and a little makeup kit.
Usually, I wasn’t in the habit of dressing Jessica up (I always preferred her naked anyway) and she would always fidget annoyingly when I tried it, but I remembered the state Mr E had been in that day we met up for a date back in July and he saw me in a lily-smothered halter top. I had a matching hairclip holding up a thick black ponytail so, there were flowers in my hair and all over my breasts and it drove – him – mad.
“There” I said, satisfied with the puffs of powdered blush that burst in a cloud of sweet, girly pink across her cheeks and the bold red lips just beneath that I’d taken extra care to paint and sculpt.
“Can I see?” she whispered, her voice low. I refused. “He’s here already, you’d best not keep him waiting. You can see yourself after… if there’s anything left.”
I left her pouting and went to find my other pet. Mr E was sitting on a chair next to the door, curled up as though he were asleep or had a tummy ache. I bent to be in his ear and beckoned him inside. “she’s waiting for you, daddy. I made her as lovely as I could… all for you.” He rose and followed me in a silent storm of excitement.
When Jessica saw him, she shrunk back a little. Mr E wasn’t all that tall per se but, for her height (she was small even among other 18 year olds) he must have been large enough to illicit some kind of unease and either way, Mr E had one of those faces – always half sunk and half elated – and a gaze that felt like he was in equal parts ready to slap you and kiss you.
I’m sure she felt it, his strange un-power. That thing inside him that made the idea of him treating me so rough sound so pleasant, that thing inside him that would grind and crush and destroy me when I wanted it … that thing that had made me want to possess him in the first place and be possessed by him, for as long as he wanted, in turn.
He scanned over Jessica. I couldn’t quite see his eyes but I felt the way he looked at her, studying her silently, opening himself up to the idea that – at least for a little while and with my permission – he might collect all that darkness inside him and pour it into this pretty thing.
After a while of my two pets sizing each other up, I walked over to Jessica and pushed her against the wall. Mr E just watched. I began sending my tongue down her throat and she began to forget all the apprehension she’d once had.
Passion took over, the reckless, shameless passion of young ladies, like Jessica, whose noses lead them only to pleasure, then more pleasure, then even more after that. I groped all around, pinched her nipples, kissed her neck, before sending my fingers between her legs again. Now, I stopped kissing. I only caressed … endlessly … sending spasms of pleasure bubbling up her spine and through her body, just making her wetter and wetter.