Dancing with Devils - Ch. 08

Chapter 8

One

Kendall and Jacob went back to the family compound and Kendall agreed to stay in the executive suite. Jacob was coming down from the stress of the day, the loss of Mindy, and the night in jail. He was a mess. It was alot to process, but he seemed to be holding it together. She was also worried about him.

He sent the staff home and the two of them sat on a balcony overlooking a pool. It was the same pool that she had seen Jacob and Mindy having sex next to. She wondered if Jacob was thinking about that.

He poured them both bourbon, handed her a glass, and said, "I can't believe Mindy is gone."

Kendall said, "I know. I had someone from my offices pull the files. It looks like it will be ruled another stupid accident with hand guns and kids."

Jacob sniffled and Kendall said, "Oh God I'm sorry Jacob. I should not have said that."

Jacob said, "It's okay, you're right. It is stupid." He paused and then said, "Oh God did you talk to Charlie? She must be a mess too."

Kendall was surprised and said, "You know about Charlie?"

He nodded and said, "Yes. She told me she was going to get married. It's why she quit her job."

Kendall was confused, but wasn't sure what she should say. So she said nothing. Finally Jacob said, "Kendal you alright?"

She nodded and said, "Fine. I just didn't know you knew about Charlie."

Jacob said, "You aren't offended she was in love with a woman are you?"

Kendall turned to him and said, "God no. I'm not a homophobe. I just didn't know you knew. You two seemed, um, close. I sort of thought you might be a couple."

Jacob looked at her for a long moment, his eyes piercing and said, "Why would you think that?"

She turned to face him and was about to say something, but he interrupted. He said, "Whatever you are about to say, don't. I can see the lie on your face and remember what I told you the night I signed your contract."

Kendall remembered his command. Never lie to me. It's the one thing I won't tolerate. She sighed and said, "Okay Jacob the truth is I saw you two together by the pool. I was in my room and heard you, then saw you through the window."

Jacob stared at her for a long time. He said, "You saw us, but never said anything?"

Kendall nodded. "I was shocked, but this is your house and what you do in it, isn't really any of my business. But you knew I was here. Why didn't you just go to your bedroom? You had to know there was a risk I would see you." Kendall was genuinely curious.

Jacob considered her for a long time. Then he said, "I did that for Mindy. The risk was part of the thrill."

Kendall smiled and said with skepticism, "For Mindy? She didn't strike me as an exhibitionist."

Jacob smiled, thinking about Mindy and said, "She's not. Or I guess wasn't." The change from the present to past tense sent an expression of grief over his face.

Kendall said, "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this." Kendall somehow felt she was on dangerous ground. She wasn't sure why.

Jacob said, "It's okay Kendall. You saw something that Mindy and I shared that was both intimate and personal. She was a submissive and wanted to explore that part of her personality. When I met her she didn't understand who or what she was. She was ashamed of her own desires and buried them inside herself. Maybe we all do that. I don't know." He paused and then said, "What I do know is that the things we did together as a dominant and submissive was the most honest thing I have ever felt in my life. To play those types of games you have to trust each other and be willing to be vulnerable and honest."

Kendall thought about it and said, "You said something similar to me in Chicago and then again the night we had dinner. You said you wanted a lawyer you could trust and then told me to never lie to you."

Jacob nodded and said, "Yes. Those two things are as important in our relationship as it was with the relationship Mindy and I shared. I have to be able to be vulnerable and honest with you. To do that I have to trust you. And for you to believe the things I say, you have to trust me."

Kendall's heart was hammering and she felt the strong attraction to the man again, but also incredible curiosity about what she had witnessed and what he was saying.

He said that he brought Mindy to the pool where they might be seen because the risk made the sex better. She could understand that, although when she thought about being seen in a sexual situation herself, she was mortified. She asked, "You said Mindy was not an exhibitionist, but you took the risk of being caught for her. Is that true Jacob, or was that for you?"

Jacob considered her and said, "She wasn't an exhibitionist. She was terrified and embarrassed at the thought of being seen like that. I did it for her because it was something she could not do for herself. Part of the dynamic is to understand limits and explore them. When it comes to sex, I think it's not the things we desire that are as erotic as the things that we find dirty. I think dirty is another word for shame."

Kendall said, "So it was about humiliating her." Kendall was curious but also felt a surge of anger.

Jacob said, "No. It was about her letting go and not feeling the shame for something she enjoyed, even if it was dirty."

Kendall said, "I don't understand Jacob. She was the one in a leash and collar, not you. I'm not sure how you giving her orders and treating her like your personal slave, was in her best interest, or 'for' her as you put it."

Jacob said, "You're right."

Kendall was surprised he agreed with her. She said, "I am?"

Jacob nodded and repeated her words, "You really don't understand."

Then he said, "If Mindy were here maybe she could explain it to you better than I can. But what you saw was our final night together and I wanted it to be special for her. You saw the end of a year and a half relationship between the most intimate dynamic two people can share. You don't understand. But I promise you, she was the one in control every step along the way. She did nothing that she didn't want to do. She just needed a dominant to give her permission to explore the things she wanted. I gave her things she could not give herself."

Kendall said, "Permission? Mindy didn't strike me as the type of person that needed permission for anything."

Jacob smiled and said, "That was true about ninety five percent of the time with her. What you saw was the other five percent of her. Everyone has desires they are afraid to explore. Don't you have unrealized fantasies?"

Kendall thought about it and said, "Me?"

Jacob shrugged, "You are human, aren't you?"

Kendall smiled, paused, and then said, "No, I'm a lawyer." That made him laugh.

He responded with, "Even lawyers like to fuck sometimes, don't they? You were having sex while talking to me on the phone, less than a week ago. Was that exciting for you?"

Kendall blushed crimson.

He smiled and said, "Feeling embarrassed right now?" She was, and wished she had never told him about that.

Like he had read her mind he said, "Wishing you lied to me that night?"

She said, "I'm not embarrassed." Then she paused and said, "Well I am, but I shouldn't be. I didn't think you would ever know and I was in my own house with my husband."

He smiled and said, "You don't have to justify having sex Kendall. No one is judging you for your desires. Tell me the truth. Why are you embarrassed? Is it because you had sex while talking to someone on the phone, or because I know about it?"

Kendall licked her lips, unsure of how to answer. She said, "It's just that sex is personal and private."

Jacob nodded and said, "Yes it is. Personal because your desires are uniquely yours; private because you have been taught since birth that there is something wrong with you for having those desires."

Kendall felt herself shiver. This conversation had gone from personal to intimate and she wasn't even sure how they had gotten there. But she was curious and wanted to understand what would make a woman like Mindy be led in a collar and leash.

Jacob continued, "And that's what I helped Mindy reject: the idea that something was wrong with her for what she desired. We spent alot of time talking about it before we did much. Trust takes time to build."

Kendall said, "So putting her on a leash and having sex with her while I was watching was her idea?"

Jacob shook his head. "No that was all my idea. She only had the choice to surrender to my will or use her safe word. That's the freedom of submission."

Kendall said, "I won't tell you I understand it Jacob. It sounds complicated."

Jacob said, "It can be complicated and its hard to explain to someone who has never experienced it. But it's not that complicated to understand if you feel it."

Kendall said, "What do you mean?"

He looked at her with those dark eyes, paused, and said, "If you want, I will show you."

Kendall said, "I am not going to let you put a leash on me."

He laughed and said, "I suppose not. But that is not what I had in mind."

She smiled playfully and said, "What did you have in mind? And I'll remind you that I'm married." She was actually trying to remind herself. Robert seemed very far from her right now.

He raised an eyebrow and asked a question of his own, "So what limitations does that impose?"

She looked at him confused. She said, "It means that you can't touch me. You can't kiss me. You can't have sex with me. You can't do anything like that at all."

He stared at her and asked, "Am I allowed to speak to you?"

She laughed and said, "Sure. You can say anything you want to me as long as you don't touch me."

He smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll show you something that might help you understand what I am talking about."

Kendall felt the tingle of attraction become a tremor. She said, "What do you mean?"

Jacob said, "Stand up, and I'll show you."

Kendall said, "Stand up? I told you that you couldn't touch me."

Jacob said, "And I won't. Now stand up."

Kendall stood, turned to face him, and said, "Okay. Now what?"

He smiled and said, "All you have to do is listen and answer me honestly."

She stood facing him, heart hammering, afraid and excited. She said, "Okay."

Two

Jamal Davis was fantasizing about seeing Kendall Baker shot, stabbed, dismembered, or set on fire. The bitch had fucked him today. Now he had to wait 90 days before the board would fire Jacob. There was no way they would convict him that quickly. The arrest was supposed to be enough and if those pencil pushing weasels over at the DOJ had held him for one more day, he would have been able to manipulate the board into doing what needed to be done. God damn it.

He wanted Kendall dead if for no other reason, than she pissed him off. He thought about calling Ice and ordering the job be done right now, but he didn't. There were risks in killing her and unintended consequences could bite you in the ass. Look at Mindy. Jacob hired an assistant to fuck him, and now Jamal was running around like a lunatic trying to manage the damage.

He also had another problem. There were some very dangerous people in northern Africa, Iran, Nicaragua, Pakistan, and Russia that were also potentially on that hard drive. He had set up Carol's money laundry using some of his off the books clients with Mitchell Industries. He and Willard had done some profitable but highly illegal deals involving weapon sales to warlords, drug smuggling out of Pakistan and Afghanistan, as well as supplying both Iraq and China with computer chips that were not available for export. It seemed logical that these contacts could handle a minor money laundry as a favor to gain access to Willard and his vast empire.

Willard didn't know what Jamal had done on his own and would have probably fired him had he known. Willard was willing to take risks but he would not tolerate someone taking them for him. Now Jamal had to worry about that potential disaster. If some of his clients thought they might be compromised, the wouldn't think twice about Jamal Davis disappearing from the earth.

So he couldn't go off half cocked and kill Kendall until he had a better grasp on the situation. But he wanted to. She had screwed him at the board meeting and Mindy might have a way to reach out of her grave and give her a weapon. He poured another drink as he fumed.

Three

Jacob watched Kendall stand up on the patio overlooking the pool. She faced him and asked, "Okay now what?" He brought himself to his full height and stood facing her, his face inches from her own. She looked at him and he saw the excitement in her eyes. Part of her was enjoying this and part of her was afraid. He thought about how Mindy had looked that first night and Kendall looked much the same. He felt the rush of excitement roll over him. He needed this release after the day he had endured. He thought she might as well, or at least was curious.

He said, "Kendall there are rules to what we are about to do. They are there for your benefit mostly. Do you understand?"

Kendall's lips quivered and she said, "Rules? What rules?"

Jacob smiled and said, "We will start with four rules. There are more, but those are where we will start. The first rule: your safe word is going to be 'red'. Do you know what a safe word is Kendall?"

Kendall nodded and said, "It means stop."

Jacob nodded and said, "Yes. But more than that, it is a covenant of trust. It has power because you trust that no matter the situation you are in, if you say your safe word, then everything that is happening stops. It's what gives you all of the control in this experiment. It's the only absolute. If you say your safe word everything you are experiencing will stop. Do you understand?"

Kendall said casually, "Sure. I know what a safe word is."

Jacob said, "Good. The only other word with power is 'yellow'. You can say 'yellow' if you want something to slow down or if you get too close to a hard limit you have. It won't stop everything, but its a way for you to tell me you are getting close to red. Do you understand that too?"

Kendall breathed softly, remembering Mindy, and said, "Yes."

Jacob said, "Good." Then he asked, "So what is rule number one?"

Kendall said, "My safe word is red and my slow down word is yellow."

Jacob smiled. She was looking up at him and he down at her as they spoke. He felt the connection between them and it was already intoxicating. There was nothing so exciting to him as seeing a submissive explore who they are.

Four

Kendall looked up at him and felt his presence close to her. His eyes were locked on hers and she felt the world collapse in scope until the only thing in her consciousness seemed to be Jacob Mitchell and his dark, piercing, eyes. She said, "My safe word is red and my slow down word is yellow." Even saying those words excited her. At the same time they somehow made her feel safer. She could say red anytime she wished and end this. It made her feel like she had some power in this dynamic.

Then he said, "Rule number two. You will only ever have one choice to make tonight. You may follow my instructions and obey me, or you may use your safe word. Do you understand the rule?"

She bit her bottom lip and said, "I understand but I'm not going to do anything with you."

Jacob said firmly, "I didn't ask you what you were or were not going to do. I asked you if you understood the rule. Answer the question. This is not a debate."

She suddenly felt like she was being scolded or corrected. She felt her face flush like the time in law school where she cited the wrong case and the professor had corrected her in front of the class. She said, "I understand the rule."

Jacob said, "Repeat it then. What is my second rule?"

Her mouth was dry but she heard herself whisper, "Obey you, or use my safe word. That is my only choice." She looked at him and felt the heat of attraction roll through her again and her nipples went hard with the recitation of the rule. He stared at her saying nothing. A moment stretched into two and finally she said, "What's the third rule?"

He smiled and said, "Speak only when spoken to." She shivered and blushed knowing she had violated the rule with her own question, as Jacob had known she would. She licked her lips and started to say something, then held back. His words echoing in her mind, 'speak only when spoken to'.

He saw her wanting to speak and smiled as she exerted control over herself and surrendered to the third rule. She stared back at him and he wondered how long she would be able to not speak, and just be with him in this moment. He didn't intend to find out. This was just an experiment to see if he could make her understand.

He said, "And the fourth rule is important to me." Kendall listened, her focus singularly on him. With no ability to speak without breaking one of the rules she was able to listen and hear him. She suddenly felt something she had never felt before. Her mind went quiet, no longer obsessing on the flurry of thoughts that were so ever present that she didn't understand what quiet was anymore. Now all of the tangential thoughts about legal questions, Robert, would her flight be delayed, and a million others that were ever present in the bubbling cauldron of thoughts in her mind went silent. The cauldron was no longer bubbling and she only focused on the words Jacob said.

He said, "You will address me as 'sir' until this experiment ends. It is a sign of your respect for the rules of this game and of your promise of obedience. Do you understand?"

She understood and said, "Yes sir." Saying those two words to him was an act of surrender for Kendall. But she didn't want this connection between them to end, at least not yet. She considered ending whatever was happening, but she told herself it was harmless. He had not touched her and she had been very clear that he couldn't. But under that rationale there was some other truth that she felt, but didn't completely see. She liked the way he looked at her. She liked him instructing her about this game they were playing. And she liked that feeling of being wanted and out of control.

Jacob broke eye contact with Kendall and took a step back. He said, "Stand up straight." Kendall immediately straightened her back and stood at attention. He said, "That's better." Then he took a full minute to walk around her, looking at her, first from the front, then around to one side, then behind her. As he stood behind her he moved closer. He never came in contact with her, but she could feel him standing there. She could smell his cologne and hear his breathing. He whispered in her left ear, "Your limits prevent me from touching you. Those are your limits and I will respect them. It's part of the trust we will have to share if you really want to understand this. Do you understand?"

She was trembling and felt nothing but raw sexual chemistry and desire for him. She said, "Yes sir."

He nodded and said, "Good. Now I am going to ask you some questions and you will answer them honestly and fully. Do you understand?"

Again she said through trembling lips, "Yes sir."

She was surprised at how she felt and how completely she was overcome with desire for him and her desire to please him by not breaking his rules. He looked into her eyes and said, "Let's start with an easy one." He paused watching the anticipation in Kendall's face and said, "Do you shave your pussy?"

Kendall's eyes went wide with shock and she was about to protest. He saw it in her eyes and said firmly, "Rule number two".

Kendall thought, Obey him or say red. She almost said her safe word, but something held her back. Perhaps the same thing in her that wouldn't let her give up on pursuing the Mitchell account, or that thing that drove her out of bed every morning at 5 AM in the hopes of making partner, or perhaps it was just her desire for him. She would never know exactly what it was in that moment, but she felt she understood the game they were playing was a trap. She could surrender to him, or she could surrender to her safe word, which felt like a betrayal to herself. She shivered and said, "No sir. I don't shave, sir."

His eyes were hard and flat as he looked at her and he asked, "Does the word pussy offend you?" Without waiting for an answer he said, "Say it. Tell me what don't you shave?"

Kendall blushed but finally said, "My pussy sir. I don't shave my pussy, sir."

It took all of her will to say that to him, not because she was offended by the word. But professional, classy, successful women didn't use that word. The word itself was reductive, reducing her to less than the sum of the parts. But saying it now felt freeing. She was no longer bound by rules that she had learned to live by, but which were impossible to conform to.

As a professional she had to be disciplined and ambitious, but not cold and power hungry. As a woman she was supposed to be classy and sexy, but not too sexy, so you weren't labeled the office slut. Classy but not too classy, or she would be viewed as an elitist or self righteous. In the world she had to be strong and self aware of her needs, but not so strong that she was viewed as a bitch.

In any other moment saying the word 'pussy' would violate the rules of the world. But not in this moment. In this moment the only thing that mattered was Jacob Mitchell's voice, his question, and his rules. The only measure by which Jacob judged her was by his rules and Kendall felt an incredible sense of relief wash over her. She felt her mind quiet as the rules of the world were replaced by Jacob's rules. She had told him the truth; she had obeyed him; she had followed his rules; and she had pleased him. And that had somehow fulfilled her.

He nodded and said, "That is too bad. I prefer less to more, when it comes to pubic hair on women." She shivered not sure what to say then remembered the rule and was suddenly grateful that her opinion was not important, her words forbidden, his rules now protecting her from her own thoughts. She felt almost like she was observing herself from the third person. He moved behind her, speaking into her ear, his voice the only thing in the universe.

He said, "Let's try another question." Then, "When I spoke with you, where in your house were you fucking?"

Kendall turned to face him, shocked. This was too far. He couldn't ask about her sex life. That was out of bounds. She was about to speak when Jacob said in a commanding voice, "Answer or say your safe word. There is no other option." His eyes were dark, inviting, but full of power and she was conflicted. Part of her was screaming, what the fuck are you doing Kendall? Stop this right now. This is not who you are. But another part of her was drawn in and didn't want this moment to end.

She whispered, "The kitchen."

Jacob smiled and said, "What is rule number four?"

Her mind groped for the answer. Shit. What was rule number four? He had just told her. Then she recalled and blushed for having forgotten something so simple. She said, "Sir. The kitchen, sir."

Jacob nodded and said, "Much better. You are learning. Now turn back around. I didn't give you permission to look at me." She blushed and slowly turned away from him again, so he once again stood behind her and she stared out at the pool. Then he said, "How did you feel, fucking in the kitchen, talking to me?"

Kendall closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She whispered, "dirty and hot, sir."

Jacob smiled as he watched Kendall struggle between desire and reason. He didn't know her well but he did know she was organized, in control, and had a type A personality. This was new for her and he enjoyed seeing her struggle with surrender. He asked, "And how did you feel watching Mindy and I by the pool?"

Kendall visibly trembled at this question. She flashed back into her memories of watching them and then masturbating to the mother of all orgasms as she did. She didn't want to tell him that. It was too personal and dirty and wrong on so many levels. At least that is how she felt. The word 'red' blossomed in her mind but that would end this moment and part of her didn't want this feeling to ever end. She was reduced to the choice of obedience and surrender, or the word, 'red'.

She said, "Sir, I felt, turned on. I was turned on, sir."

Jacob said in a flat tone, "So you liked watching us?"

A tear leaked out of Kendall's eye. He was excavating something deeply personal that she didn't even understand. Her emotions rolled through her and leaked out of her eyes. She said softly, "Yes sir. I mean, I shouldn't have done it but I did. I'm sorry sir."

He considered her for a moment and then said, "Why are you sorry?"

The question confused Kendall. She said, "Sir?"

He leaned in close to her and said, "I want to know why you are sorry. You apologized for watching us. Why?"

Kendall thought about it and finally came up with the only answer that was true. She said, "I don't know sir."

Jacob said softly, "Never be sorry, unless you know why you are sorry. So why are you sorry? Think about it an answer me. Are you sorry because you hurt someone? Are you sorry because you enjoyed watching us? Are you sorry because you intruded where you were not invited? Why are you sorry Kendall?" His voice was firm and she felt like he was angry with her. Another tear leaked out of her eye.

But she thought about his question since it was the only singular thing that mattered in the universe to her in that moment. Why was she sorry? She had done nothing wrong. She certainly had not hurt anyone. She had not intruded on them, if anything they had intruded into her space. Was she sorry that she enjoyed watching them? No, not sorry exactly, but she did feel embarrassed that it had happened. Maybe even ashamed of herself for liking it.

Jacob waited as her thoughts trickled through her brain. He prodded her with a soft whisper instead of his firm voice. "Just tell me the truth. Why are you sorry?"

Kendall took a breath and said, "I'm not sir. I was ashamed of myself for watching you, sir."

Jacob said, "No. You were ashamed of yourself for liking it."

She trembled, feeling the truth of it, and said, "Yes sir."

His words were a comforting and affirming relief. She would have been relieved if he had accepted her apology for her intrusion into his sex life, but his refusal of it was better than relief. She felt all of her anxiety over the experience wash away and no longer felt ashamed of herself for enjoying it.

He asked, "Did you watch until we finished?"

Kendall shivered and said, "No sir."

This surprised him and he said, "Really? Why not? Did you get bored?"

She trembled again and said, "No sir." But she offered nothing else to the explanation, but the crimson heat that filled her cheeks and seemed to radiate down her body betrayed her.

Jacob saw the secret she was holding back but didn't know what it was. He moved around her to look into her eyes. He held them, staring into her and said, "Tell me."

She looked up at him, red faced with excitement, fear, embarrassment and lust. She said, "I came so hard I think I passed out, sir. When I woke up you were gone, sir." She looked for shock in his face.

Jacob didn't react, just kept staring at her. Finally he asked, "Now do you understand a little more about what it means to be a submissive?"

She nodded, her nipples hard as diamonds, her panties wet with excitement. She said, "Yes sir."

He smiled and said, "No more 'sir' tonight. I hope you learned something from this experiment."

She had a sudden urge to scream, No it can't be over. Not yet. Please sir. But the urge passed and whatever connection was between them broke.

She stepped away from him, blinked twice, clearing her head, and said, "Jesus Christ. What the fuck was that?"

Jacob smiled and said, "Now do you see a little tiny bit of what a dominant and submissive can experience together."

Kendall went to her purse, found her secret pack of cigarettes, and lit one, not caring if Jacob had a no smoking policy or not. She sucked in a lung full of smoke and said, "That was intense. I mean, Jesus Christ."

Jacob went to her, took the pack, lit a cigarette of his own and said, "It can be very intense. Are you alright?"

She looked at him and said, "I think so. I am just a little shell shocked."

He nodded and said, "May I break your rule and give you a hug?"

She looked at him and suddenly wanted to be in his arms very badly. She stepped into him and he wrapped her up, pulling her to his chest. She felt warm and safe and she was able to let herself relax, letting her feelings come and go in waves. She felt vulnerable, but she was in Jacob's arms, and she felt safe.

Jacob held her, letting her recover. He knew she needed comfort. It was her first time and he was amazed at how easily she found subspace. He also felt a powerful desire and attraction to her. He had never felt more connected to someone in his life. Not even Mindy. He never wanted to let her go. But after two minutes, Kendall broke the hug, patted his chest, looked up at him and said, "I need to get some sleep". She left him and walked toward the executive suite. He silently watched her go, wanting her; needing her; desiring her.

Five

Kendall hurried to her room. She was shell shocked but more than that she needed sexual release. This was more than just being horny. This was an unrelenting, urgent, overwhelming need. She had never felt anything like it before. She pushed into her bedroom, closed and locked the door, and quickly stripped out of her skirt, blouse, bra and panties. Her clothes littered the floor as she dropped them, the need to be naked and satisfy herself more important than folding her clothes.

She pulled an oversized pillow to her, straddled it, and found her clit with the finger tips of her right hand. She rubbed herself furiously thinking about Jacob and his rules. He had not touched her, but she had wanted him to. God how she wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to ravish her, take her, have her, use her. The thoughts no longer seemed dirty or forbidden. They just were honest and raw and real.

In her normal life she would have pushed the thoughts away as forbidden temptation that tainted her soul. She would have felt that something was wrong with her for even thinking the things that now danced through her mind. She would have denied them, and whatever path they led down.

But, now she had experienced a different reality, if only for a few minutes. A new reality where the things she desired or wanted were not forbidden or judged, only accepted as truth. She was close to relief, wet with desire, and she pushed two fingers into herself, imagining the pillow she straddled was Jacob Mitchell. She wanted to feel him inside her, thrusting with his own need for release, and she wished to feel him want her, to have her, to be with her, to fill her with himself.

For an instant her mind overlaid Jacob's face over the pillow case, his dark eyes looking up at her. She imagined him saying, "Cum now", in his commanding voice.

She arched her back and felt the powerful wave of orgasm hit her like a freight train. She cried out, "God yes" and plunged her fingers in and out of herself. The orgasm lasted ten full seconds and then she collapsed forward on the pillow, panting, relieved and satiated. She quivered and spasmed involuntarily but this no longer terrified her. Now she just accepted the loss of control of even her own body as part of the experience.

She lay there recovering, her feelings all coming and going in waves. She felt the bliss of orgasmic release, the relief of her urgent need, then the guilt for what she had done. But the guilt was a shimmering mirage of what it might have been four hours earlier. She was still in the rubric of Jacob's rules, even as all of her experiences and emotional habits tried to reassert the only rules of the world she had ever known. The rules she had learned and accepted were in conflict with the freedom of Jacob's rules

She was conflicted and confused, terrified and happy, all at once. She suddenly wanted to be back in Jacob's arms where he would hold her as the tidal waves of conflicting feelings washed over her.

Six

Jacob went to his master suite on the other side of the courtyard from Kendall's room. He needed his own release, every bit as badly as Kendall did. But this was not his first time and he was able to enjoy the feeling of his own hungry desire, without the frantic urgency Kendall felt.

He considered going to Kendall, but rejected the idea. She had left of her own volition and she was vulnerable right now. Even if she was willing to fulfill his needs, it would violate a self imposed rule to put the needs of his submissive above his own. The role of the dominant was to lead the submissive to a place she could not go on her own. His pleasure in it was derived from knowing her, understanding her, and creating a safe place for her to explore her limits. His own sexual release while pleasurable, was secondary to the duty of care to her. That duty of care was the implicit promise of the dominant and how he served her. It balanced the power dynamic. Where she surrendered to his will, ultimately his will was in service of her. It was what he tried to show Kendall. He hoped she felt both her own surrender, and the freedom that submission offered.

So he didn't go to her, even though he was drawn by his own need for release.

In his room he took his time taking off his suit, hanging it up, putting the white shirt in the dry cleaning hamper that the staff would disposition. He took off his undershirt and boxers, and dimmed the lights to a soft glow. He was hard and used his left hand to stroke himself, needing to relieve himself of his sexual hunger. He went to his bed, pulled back the covers, and lay on his back. He pulled the flat sheet up to his waist, closed his eyes, and fantasized about what Kendall had looked like standing at attention for him. He imagined her face, and the flush of excitement on it as he asked her his questions. He began to stroke himself, feeling his need build.

His fantasy was interrupted by a light knock on his door. He opened his eyes feeling exposed, pulling the sheet up to his chest as the door pushed open. Kendall stood framed in the doorway, dressed in a white robe from her bathroom. Their eyes met and he stared at her, waiting to see what she would do. It had to be obvious what he was doing, the outline of his erection tenting the sheet that covered him. She didn't say anything, but took a step into his room, then another.

He sat up, watching her as she came to the foot of his bed, standing there, looking at him. He rarely had felt this exposed or naked as he did under her inscrutable gaze. She stood looking at him, watching him, as he lay there, his own excitement obvious and urgent. He watched as she reached down and took the bottom of the sheet that covered him in her hand. She said softly, "Don't stop".

He hesitated for a moment then his hand found himself and he began to stroke again, his eyes locked on hers. The sheet slid down as she tugged it, exposing his chest, then his stomach, and then his erection, thick and hard in his hand. He watched her, watching him, as he masturbated. He bit his bottom lip as his excitement built. He didn't want this to end, but also urgently needed release. He paused his stroking and held himself, willing himself to hang in the moment of blissful pleasure on the edge of orgasm.

Kendall watched him and when he stopped, she tugged the tie on her robe, shrugged her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Jacob groaned with desire for her.

Kendall said again, "Don't stop".

She climbed on the bed with him and crawled up slowly next to him. She hesitated watching him stroke himself, looked up at his face, smiled, then turned back to his erection. She inhaled and then pursed her lips. She blew her warm breath over the tip of him, never touching him, but sending a shiver through him. He groaned and stroked himself faster. She lay on her side facing him and he turned to face her. They lay looking at each other as he stroked himself with urgency.

He groaned softly, "I'm going to cum."

Kendall licked her lips, looking at him, and said, "I know." She moved closer to him, leaned in and let her forehead touch his, and whispered, "I want you to."

Jacob shivered, tipping over the edge, any reason lost in the lust of the moment. He felt her reach down to where he was stroking himself. Her hand found his balls, gently squeezing them, holding him in her palm.

Jacob came in a torrent.

Seven

Kendall was operating on autopilot. There were no thoughts of what she was doing or the consequences of her actions. She was in a haze of need, to go to Jacob, to be with him, to feel him hold her. It was not a the hungry sexual need from earlier, although sexual desire was mixed into it. It was just a need to be with him, close to him, and not be alone in the turbulence of her own thoughts. She craved the calmness of her mind that she had found only with him. She found the robe in the bathroom, slipped it on, and went to him.

Even finding him masturbating in his room did not break the fugue she was in. Quite the opposite, she understood better than anyone the need he was feeling. It connected them. She went to him, wanting to share the experience with him. Whatever this was, it was part of her, and she could not deny it. She wanted to see him pleasure himself so had pulled the sheet down to expose him. He only stared back at her, neither embarrassed or showing any modesty.

She got in bed with him, wanting to feel him against her, but also wanting to enhance his pleasure. She blew hot breath on him hoping he would enjoy the feeling. He did. Now laying next to him she watched him as his arousal grew. When he said, "I'm going to cum".

She had responded again with the truth his rules demanded. She said, "I know. I want you to."

On impulse she reached down to find his balls. They felt hard and tense, ready to release the essence of himself. She gently squeezed him, feeling the skin of his testicles, shaved smooth, another new experience for her. She watched as his eyes rolled back as he groaned.

She felt him ejaculate as his balls contracted in her hand followed by a wet sticky spurt against her skin, just below her belly button. She thought, I want you to feel as good as you made me feel. She gave his balls another gentle squeeze and felt another warm spurt of his orgasm hit her body. She felt dirty but not embarrassed or repulsed. She smiled at him, rolled onto her back as he continued to stroke himself, another smaller spirt hitting her hip and running down across her buttock. He moved closer to her, but she didn't want sex. Well that wasn't true. She wanted sex, but was not ready to cross that line.

She whispered, "Just hold me." She turned slightly away, her back to him. She felt his arm wrap around her and he curled into a spoon next to her.

She lay there feeling his body pressed against hers, his hand on her left hip, his breath warm on her neck. He kissed her neck and she arched her back, leaning into him, turning her head to meet his lips. She felt his mouth on hers, and then his tongue in her mouth. She kissed him, lost in the feeling of being with him. She arched her back and turned, partly on top of him, her body contorted to meet his kiss with her own. She felt his hands flat on her stomach above her pubic bone.

She felt nothing but the bliss of being in Jacob's arms, his mouth on hers, his hand on her body. He moved his hand up her body through the sticky product of his own orgasm. She trembled as his hand moved up her body, spreading his essence across her body to her breast. He was covering her in the warm sticky wetness he had ejaculated onto her. And she let him, wanting to please him, enjoying the feeling of surrendering to his desires, and if she were honest, her own.

She had never before in her life wanted anything like this. Then again, she had never before in her life found pleasure in surrendering to a dominant. His slick and sticky hand found her breast, squeezing it, and she could smell the pungent, masculine smell of his semen. It broke through the haze of her lust as she subconsciously and psychologically linked the smell of him to the fear instilled in her about the risks of boys when she was a teen. She gasped in a soft whisper into his ear, "Yellow sir."

Jacob stopped and moved his hand off her breast as she lay against him. She could still smell the essence of him smeared on her body, and she liked it. He held her, neither breaking the moment, nor pushing it forward. She lay still, feeling him against her, allowing herself not to think about anything at all. He kissed the back of her neck and pulled her closer.

He whispered, "I didn't expect this."

She was hovering just above sleep and said, "Neither did I sir." The sir came out involuntarily as she drifted in between the blissful calm in her mind and the reality of where she was, who she was with, and what was happening between them. She rolled toward him so she lay facing him again, looked into his eyes, put a hand on his cheek and said, "I have a question?"

Jacob looked at her and once again felt the connection between them. It was more than sex, more than submission, but something he couldn't name. He asked, "Only one?"

She kissed him, gently but fully, letting her tongue explore his mouth. She broke the kiss and said, "Only one for tonight."

He nodded and said, "What is it Kendall?"

She smiled and asked, "What is rule number five?"

Jacob stared at her for a long moment. Then smiled softly and said, "Go to sleep Kendall. If you still want to know tomorrow, ask me again."

She nodded as he closed his eyes. She watched him drift into sleep and his breathing became long and even. When he was fully asleep she rolled out of his bed, found her robe on the floor, and plodded back to her own room. The reality of what just happened washed over her as Jacob's rules receded out of her present and into her memories.

She thought, What the fuck have I done?

Eight

Jamal sat in his condominium at his new computer, with new scanning software that would detect the latest intrusion methods. Jamal thought that was the equivalent of closing the barn door, after the horse had escaped. He was currently connected to the estates computer system via a virtual private network. He watched as Jacob and Kendall sat by the pool. He didn't have audio at the pool, but something was happening between them. He watched as Kendall stood and Jacob walked around her, talking to her, seemingly asking her questions. There was an erotic feel to what he was watching, and he wished he could hear what they were saying.

When it broke up and Kendall had hurried back to her room, he did have audio. But he didn't need audio to know what she was doing. She was masturbating in a frenzy while she was straddling a pillow. He smiled watching her in a personal moment, enjoying the voyeuristic violation of her privacy. He liked knowing secrets, even if they were not particularly important in the collection of power or wealth.

He was multitasking, Kendall rubbing herself on one screen, an email from a board member on the other. The board member was wanting an update on the latest. Jamal smiled and typed out a response. The firm had received the subpoena by courier that morning. It asked for all electronic communications between Jacob Mitchell and Willard Mitchell in the past two years. Jamal had complied with the request immediately. There was no reason to wait and he was anxious to get on with the process. The file he sent securely to the Department of Justice was identical to the copy he had given to Kyle. It had taken him five months to fabricate the emails and insert them into the system with time stamps, and all of the system identifying information, digital investigators might look at. This was known as metadata and Jamal was meticulous to ensure his counterfeit evidence appeared legitimate. He had fabricated an innocuous email, mixed it in with five legitimate emails, and a professional security consultant did not find the counterfeit in the batch.

Jamal was as meticulous about mitigating risks as Carol Murphy.

He sent the update to the board member and glanced back at the other monitor. Kendall was no longer in her room. He rattled some keys and found her walking down the hallway toward Jacob's room. He said, "And where are you going princess?"

He rattled a few more keys and Jacob's room came up. Jamal laughed. Jacob was jerking off and Kendall was about to interrupt him. This would be funny. He was amused and on a whim clicked the record button. All of the feeds were recorded but only held for five days on the server. This would stream the data to his hard drive and not be deleted until he manually deleted the copy.

Jamal unmuted his speakers and watched, and listened.

Ten minutes later Jamal sat thinking about what he had just seen. He smiled, thinking about it. He put a small thumb drive into his USB port and downloaded the video. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with it, but he knew he had a powerful lever over Kendall should he need it.

He smiled, rewound the feed to the moment that Kendall had arched her back and said, "Yellow sir." Jacob was on his side, arms around her, hand on her breast, his mouth on hers in a kiss. He smiled and said to the image, "Fuck you back princess. Fuck you back."