Mister Farid - Pt. 03

Mister Farid - Part 3

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Author's Note:

Carly's name-change to 'Carla' in part 2 was not intended. I got confused with the Carla from 'Futanari Freighter', and did not realise it until it was too late, and now I can't fix it. Regardless, it is supposed to be 'Carly' in this series.

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Carly sighed aloud as she came down from another ecstatic high, the end of another intense bout with Amon, who was leaning back on the bed and wiping down his softening cock, the impressive specimen tempting to Carly even slack, especially coated in the glistening film of his contained semen once that condom came off.

There was still a part of her that wished to let him just do it, just fill her pussy with raw cock and cum, but she made sure to keep that part of her in line.

No matter how horny she got, letting any man, even Mister Farid, cum inside her was just a dumb idea.

Even if it sounded kinky as hell.

She loosed a soft laugh.

"Something funny?" Amon asked, looking her way as he dried off his dick and tossed Carly a fresh cloth to wipe down her own crotch, which she started doing idly.

"I don't know... just... all this. What we're doing. I never would've thought this was how my sex life was going to go," she remarked.

"What, working for a man as his cleaner and having incredible sex on a semi-regular basis while keeping things casual?" he quipped with his characteristic charm.

Carly chuckled again.

"Yeah, that," she agreed. "Still, I don't think I'd trade it for anything."

Amon gave her a curious look, and then nodded.

"I suppose so, but you never know what might come along," he said.

"I think it's safe to say something better than this is unlikely," Carly retorted.

A ponderous look crossed his face, looking towards the ceiling.

"True, I didn't expect for our first meeting to end up here either... though I am glad for it~"

His smile was as charming as ever, threatening to send Carly back into a state of arousal, even though she was just not fit to continue.

Sex with Amon was crazy good, but it was exhausting in a way she couldn't quite explain. Pleasant, never long-lived, but draining in the short term.

Still, it didn't put her off a post-coital cuddle with Amon, whose silken body glided along hers until those arms were loosely wrapped around her.

He murmured playfully, and she did the same, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss, tongues keeping themselves behaved this time around.

As they caressed each other, Amon then pulled back and smiled.

"You know, Carly... you can visit me whenever you've got time off. Just send a text message, and if I'm at home, not busy, I'll let you know... though, chances of that are low, I must admit."

Carly giggled.

"Amon, you're sweet, but you're off on some gig more often than not. I'd just end up forgetting to think about it. This cleaning job at least acts as a reason to turn up."

To some people, that might've been taken as an insult, but Amon was an understanding guy. He nodded in understanding.

"Good point. Still, the offer is on the table, should you ever want to consider it."

Carly smiled and pecked him on the lips again.

"Absolutely~"

They shared a giggled, and basked in the warmth of their embrace.

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It was the weekend, and Carly was spending time alone in her apartment, watching some streams, and trying to get some drawing in, digital paint since she needed to get new watercolours... and a bunch of other things, her old painting equipment sat in the cupboard for so long, a few items degraded.

It was a rather stark indicator of just how long it'd been since she'd actually tried some painting with a physical medium.

Well, getting art supplies wasn't hard. Well, finding them wasn't. But the good stuff could be expensive, and she didn't want to buy cheap, not for something like that.

Thankfully, her second job with Amon had given her a bit of budget flexibility, and given he was the one that had really inspired her to get back into it, it only made sense he'd help, in a roundabout way, to pay for it.

She snickered at the thought, though she wasn't sure she could call it irony.

Pulling a can of wine out of the fridge, she cracked it open with a hiss and took a swig, walking over to the couch where she had her drawing tablet.

Another nature documentary was playing on the TV, but its volume was down low, more for background noise than anything else.

It seemed like she was in a groove, her motivation finding what opportunities she could to create some of her surreal artworks. This time, of a figure, walking through what appeared to be a bank of clouds, though it was anyone's guess if those clouds were normal, or sulfurous release from fire and brimstone, at least that was the look she was going for. Same with whether the figure was angelic or demonic, perhaps both, or neither.

Whether or not she achieved that remained to be seen. Grand ideas didn't always work out.

However, as she worked, as she put in more detail on the figure, she realised something.

The shapes, the curves, the anatomy... it was familiar. Intimately familiar.

She blinked in surprise and confusion.

It was Amon. A bit more abstract, but she was confident it was his body, having seen it up close and personal without anything in the way more times than she could really remember at this point.

It made her pause, pondering why she'd just drawn Amon. She wasn't even thinking consciously about it.

Perhaps it was her subconscious guiding her hand, calling upon the knowledge of anatomy she had best explored.

It now left her with another problem, of whether to continue or try and change things.

The figure's face was obscured in clouds, with a glow silhouetting their head, either from a halo or fiery horns.

Would Amon be flattered he ended up in one of her paintings? Or would he find it weird?

Would she find it weird? Especially since it wasn't intentional...

She considered the situation, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. Though, as she gave the figure another pass, she had to admire how... faithfully she'd rendered Amon's anatomy, even in this semi-abstract way.

His butt in particular was quite accurate.

She sniggered, but still, she was locked in debate within her mind over whether to start the figure over, or keep going.

And there was always the worry that, because she was aware now, she'd subconsciously try to correct things, make it less like Amon and potentially ruin the consistency in the process.

It was a conundrum she oddly didn't have a quick answer for, and soon it was time to get some sleep.

Maybe she'd figure it out over night, maybe she wouldn't. But right now, she definitely wasn't.

She saved the project, and put the tablet on charge, finished her wine, did what she had to in the bathroom, and promptly slid into bed.

No self-indulgence this night, she didn't need to get herself worked up before bed, filling her mind with thoughts of Amon that'd undoubtedly give her wet dreams involving him.

Not helpful when she was trying to think on this relatively minor impasse, but it mattered to her. She had to get it out of the way, or she was never going to finish that art.

Carly sighed, and pulled the covers up over her head. At least, thankfully, she was getting better at keeping Amon out of her thoughts, for a time at least. But it wasn't easy. She often day dreamed about him.

Sometimes she was concerned it was obsessive, but it hadn't really gotten in the way of her life.

All the same, it was... wild, how easily he wormed into her head. Crazier still how thinking of him was soothing.

She guessed it was the difference between a forbidden fruit and a rare treasure; she actually got to enjoy Amon's company, not obsess over how things would go while never being able to approach.

Hopefully, if Amon had never been the secretly horny bastard he was, that Carly's infatuation wouldn't have devolved into toxic obsession.

She got by a lot on the confidence she was a stable individual. And that was before she even met Amon.

She tapped herself upside the head.

"No bad thoughts, go to sleep, silly bitch."

It was... sufficient, to get her to slow her mind down, and let her body follow suit, the hands of sleep finally creeping across her mind.

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"What do you mean you're changing my hours?"

Carly stared at her manager, trying to control her disbelief - and discontent - before the other woman.

"Jared quit last week, and we haven't gotten anyone new to fill in," Yvonne remarked, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed white woman in her 40s, though no one believed her hair was really blonde, and some suspected she wore contacts.

She was the manager at the store, and while not a terrible person to work for, they were a company woman, and made changes as they believed best suited the needs of the store, with staff needs coming second. Though at least it was a close second, she did try to factor in employee needs, and she looked out for them, like she had with Carly when Diana came snooping.

She idly tugged a pen through the loose twisting curls of her hair, a habit of hers.

"But this will mess with my other job," Carly explained. "We worked out the hours to best fit with this one."

"And I'm sure you can work out with your client on new hours if that's necessary, but Carly, we're short staffed as it is, and we haven't had a new hire in over a month. I need to rearrange someone's hours to cover the gaps, and you were the only one whose hours hadn't been changed in some time. It wouldn't be fair otherwise."

Carly grimaced at the notion of 'fairness', because it certainly didn't feel fair to her.

"But you're adding hours too," Carly interjected. "Sure, I wouldn't mind a few extra hours, but on these days?"

"That's when it's needed. We can discuss these matters further, hours are important to a worker, I know, but you're not the only one with a boss. Corporate is breathing down my neck, and they feel like a multi-billion dollar company with the pressure they're putting on me, not some small-time chain with a dozen stores."

Carly indeed wanted to argue further, and she was going to try and get her hours reverted or changed to more convenient time slots, but she was sidelined quickly when Yvonne got a phone call, from corporate or a supplier, Carly didn't know, the closest she got to logistics was putting stuff on the shelves.

"I'm sorry, Carly, this going to take a while, and I can't avoid it," Yvonne said, covering the phone as she looked at the beleaguered employee.

With a frustrated huff, Carly turned and left Yvonne's office, trying not to throw something on the way out.

She braced herself against a nearby shelf, and breathed out slowly.

"Take it easy, Carly... you can work this out, don't work yourself up over something so small," she told herself.

It was only small in the grand scheme of the world. For her, it was a little bit more than small. She was beyond frustrated that her hours were changed without her input. No discussion prior to that meeting - in Yvonne's eyes, it probably counted - left Carly without much of an idea on what to do with the extra work at inconvenient hours.

It'd mean she'd have barely any time to get to Amon's, and for all their casual fucking, she still actually performed a job there.

And some of the other hours, there was no time at all. She'd have to talk it out with Amon to see some changes. As it was, only one day didn't have Carly working at the supermarket and going to his place now. It'd make opportunities for some casual "intimacy" fewer, especially since he was still quite busy doing stuff for Takayama.

And knowing Yvonne, it would be a hassle to get more convenient hours for herself. It wasn't entirely Yvonne's fault; as she said, corporate was putting pressure on her.

But dammit, why did the changes have to be so ass?

It left a foul taste in Carly's mouth. She really wished she didn't have to deal with this, some consistency in life would be lovely.

Marna appeared around the corner, carrying a cardboard box in her hands. She raised a brow upon spying Carly, and wandered over.

"You okay there? Feeling sick?" she asked.

Carly shook her head.

"No... just Yvonne completely changing up my hours without consulting me first because corporate is being shitty," Carly mumbled.

"For real? Not even a heads up?"

"Didn't find out until she called me in just now. And she got a phone call so I can't even argue with it... fuck's sake. Yvonne's not the worst boss I've had, but this shit pisses me off. It's screwed up my cleaning hours too, I'll have to talk with my other boss to get that sorted too."

Marna offered Carly a sympathetic expression.

"That's not right. Are you going to fight it?"

"Because I have a stubborn streak, yeah. As much as I can, but... goddammit, we don't get a new hire for weeks and this is what happens when one dude quits. Well, I guess it was my turn for it."

"You know what's crazy? I'm pretty sure there's people looking for work, I've seen posters for job applications with the number tags pulled out, and haven't heard about a single interview," Marna added.

"You know they don't do them here. They do it over the phone or online. I bet most of them don't get further than that, and I'm positive they're bots half the time doing the interviews. And the applications all get sent to the digital shredder, I'm sure of it."

"Sounds like a pretty safe bet. You know, I might be able to talk with Yvonne, swap some of my hours around so it's less of a strain on you."

Carly shook her head.

"No, no, I don't want my problems to become someone else's problem. Thank you for offering, I just don't think you deserve it."

"Well, if you do change your mind, I'll talk it out with you, then Yvonne. Hopefully you figure something out."

"So do I..." Carly muttered, sighing out long and tiredly. "You know, sometimes I wish I could shut off and have someone else do all the thinking for a while. Take the pressure off, not worry about doing these things."

"Isn't that kinda what Yvonne just did?"

Carly shot Marna a deadpan look.

"You know what I mean. Anyways, I guess I better get back to work. I'll be heading down to my cleaning job after this to explain what's going on. At least my hours don't change until next week."

"I think we'd all like to switch off sometimes," Marna agreed. "Alright, I'll leave you to it. See you, Carly."

"You too. Maybe on the weekend we'll go and get some drinks," Carly suggested.

"Mmm, if I've got time, see who else might want to come along."

With that, Marna walked off to go about her own job, leaving Carly alone with her own thoughts, and a job to do herself.

With a sigh, she pushed away from the shelf, and got back to work, wondering why things had to be so annoying. And it wasn't even the worst inconvenience in the world, it was just frustrating.

She did her best not to think about it, there was no point dwelling on it until she had another talk with Yvonne.

Carly still wished she could just let someone else in charge for once, to her benefit of course. At least she still had a job...

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"Hmm, that does squeeze things in a little," Amon remarked.

Carly sighed.

"We might have to change the days I come to those I'm not working at the supermarket," she said. "Even though that doesn't spread the days out much... hmm."

They had been working on a Monday, Wednesday, Friday arrangement, with Friday and Wednesday being the days she didn't work at the Supermarket. With the coming changes to her hours, that was going to be just Friday, and both Monday and Wednesday were looking to have her hours rather close to when she had to go and do cleaning.

It was simple enough to fix... except, when it came down to it, it limited the amount of time Carly and Amon had to have a fumble after she was done cleaning.

That was, she had to admit to herself, the other half of her frustration with this whole thing.

"I'd rather not change the days if I can help it," Amon confessed. "It just works out better for the house... but that doesn't leave much time for 'us'."

Even Amon was torn between what suited him as far as hiring a cleaner went, and his casual intimate relationship with Carly.

"So do I, I feel like you can't make enough mess to warrant two days in a row, and as much as I... well, 'enjoy' your company, I don't think I'd be comfortable getting paid by you for sitting on my ass. Nice as that'd be."

Amon raised a brow.

"Oh? You'd be happy to sit around and being paid for it?" he asked with a teasing edge.

"I think everyone would, but I don't want it to seem like I'm being paid for the 'other stuff', you know?"

Amon nodded.

"No, I understand. I wouldn't be comfortable with that either."

"Though if I wasn't being paid, maybe that'd be different~" Carly joked.

The two shared a chuckle, and then Amon gazed at her curiously.

"So you'd just come here to 'play around'?"

"Well, you did say I could always come over if there was time. I just said it was unlikely because you're not always around. Not that I didn't like the idea."

Carly sighed.

"To be honest, sometimes I wish I could just... let someone else tell me what to do for a little while. Not worry about figuring stuff out for myself, not trying to fight for what's fair, to have someone do what's right by me so I could just... relax, for a little while. Maybe then I'd get my painting done. At least, for a little while. I don't think I'd like just... not doing anything for myself."

Amon eyed her with a strange, thoughtful look... and then, one of those treacherous, tempting smirks that told Carly he was about to make a suggestion that she'd have a hard time saying no to.

"Is that so~?" he began, his voice already full of charm and causing her heart to skip a beat. "A chance to just... let someone else take charge~?"

"I-I guess so," she answered dumbly. She wasn't stupid, of course she knew where he was going with this.

But he just had this way of throwing off her confidence. Not that she was full of it, but nor was she devoid of it.

The next thing she knew, Amon had her chin in the grip of his thumb and index finger, turning her head gently to face him, his seductive expression making her face warm more than his grasp already had. A less than dignified squeak escaped her throat on top of that. She even felt her nipples starting to harden beneath her bra.

"I can do that for you, if you so wish~" he asked, voice silky smooth, and dripping with seductive charm. Yet there was a hint of dominance that just made Carly feel so very... obedient. Delightfully so.

"I-I..." she stammered, and then loosed a shivering groan, and nodded. "I think we could try it."

Despite having never outright said what 'it' was, Carly was already feeling aroused and excited.

"Good girl~" Amon praised, and then slowly rose from his seat. "Come with me."

She did as told, trailing after him and following him upstairs. She'd already cleaned up, so that wasn't an outstanding issue. Meaning all the time they had left was going to reserved for Carly trying thing's the obedient way.

Amon led her to his bedroom, and once inside, he shut the door, and made his way over to the bed.

There was something a little different about him. Carly was familiar with his dominant streak, but this felt more than that. More than a streak. His command, his confidence, it oozed from him. His expressions were as dangerous as they were charming, but subtly so. It made a part of her feel fear. Not for her safety, or that he was about to take advantage of her.

It was a deeper fear than that. More primal, more abstract.

It excited her.

Amon sat down on the edge of the bed, turning his gaze upon her. Carly immediately shivered the moment his eyes met hers.

"Do you want to continue, my dear? You can say no at any time," he assured her, and yet his words just made her feel so meek and submissive. She didn't think she even wanted to consider saying no.

She nodded her consent.

"Then... strip~" was all he said.

And so she did, removing her shoes first, then her shirt, then her pants, her bra next, and finally her underwear, exposing herself before him with a soft gulp of nerves.

His eyes roamed up and down her body, drinking in her details like he had every time before now, only this time, there was an edge to his gaze. A hunger, just that little bit more intense than his usual. A sense of power too, like this situation wasn't just easy for him. But natural.

He smirked, gazing into her eyes. They were so intense, it made her shudder. They seemed so deep, strangely so.

"On your knees," was his next command.

She did it without hesitation. It was like she was being compelled, and yet she knew it was her own submission, her own eagerness.

Everything else she'd ever done with Amon had brought her nothing but delight, so she had no reason to doubt him now. And she was honest with herself, her earlier statements about wanting to just hand the reigns over to someone else for a while were being proven true.

It helped that they were being proven in the bedroom, with someone she couldn't get enough of.

His smirk was wide, devious. Treacherous, even, and yet charming as ever.

Like he was someone that was never honest, yet she could always trust him.

A paradox that made her heart race.

"Come closer... open my fly~"

Again, she did as asked without hesitation, her excitement building by the moment. She only really understood that she'd agreed to this in the moment, that they hadn't really discussed this beforehand. Was that a problem? Should they have spoken? Maybe talked about a safe word?

Then again, he wasn't restraining her, wasn't doing anything cruel. If she wanted to, she could just... stop.

And she trusted him to understand.

But her heart didn't want to stop. It wanted her to keep going. Her loins providing compelling supporting arguments.

She leaned in close, and reached out with her hands, sliding them across Amon's thighs, gliding towards the subtle bulge in his jeans. Without even thinking, her caresses were like a massage, pressing into his upper legs with a delicate pressure, feeling the denim beneath her palms.

It felt like her actions were on autopilot, caressing his thighs and kneading that bulge without much conscious effort. It wasn't really the case, she was directing her hands, but this talent felt so... unlike her.

But she'd learned a thing or two since she started fucking Amon. It was just this situation felt so surreal and strange, especially how readily she submitted.

Ultimately, she wasn't out of control. Merely obedient.

Carly kneaded Amon's bulge a little bit more, and then slowly undid the button at the top of his jeans with a quiet fabric pop.

The noise of the zipper was nearly inaudible with how slow she was tugging it down, peeling apart the sides of his fly. She found the edges of his underwear next, and promptly tugged them down, until she was able to fish out the half-erect cock within.

Well, 'half' wasn't quite accurate. It had enough blood pumping through it that it pulsed with every throb, filling out the girth and the length nicely, but not so hard it could stand on its own, flopping a little in her hand.

The meaty rod was so warm, so virile, that familiar musk making her head spin for a moment. She took a deep breath, a seething sound escaping her lips, peering up at Amon.

Asking for direction. Permission.

In the back of her mind, she was a little startled how readily she slipped into this obedient position. More so how much it... thrilled her.

Amon's charming, devious smile tugged higher at the corners, and he reached down to caress her cheek.

"Go on... taste it~"

She shuddered at the command, but she didn't hesitate for a moment, leaning in close to run her tongue along that rod as it laid against his gut. The warmth upon her muscle tantalised her, invigorated her. Even his taste was divine.

Carly curled the tip of her tongue against his frenulum, and continued to paint Amon's rod with her saliva as it stood firmer and firmer. Soon, it was proud and mighty before Carly's eyes, the virile musk tickling her nose and invigorating her to go further.

She murmured, and brought her lips to his rod, her hands holding onto the edge of her bed now, leaving her to tend to that mast with her mouth alone.

She seemed to be doing well enough, lips clasping softly around his girth, and gradually creeping upwards after tilting her head sideways, lips reciprocating around Amon's width back and forth while her tongue trailed along the contours between her lips.

A hot breath escaped Amon, just barely audible to Carly's ears, but she still heard it. It was encouraging, it told her she was doing something right.

So she dropped down, until her nose was pushing into the crook of his sack, immersing herself in the delightful scent of his musk, the infernal heat of his loins bleeding through to his genitals.

She loosed a moan, feeling moisture building between her own folds, but she left her pussy untouched. Instead, she focused on Amon, opening her mouth and taking in his jewels with practised effort, not the first time she'd given his balls a good sucking.

Her tongue rolled and swirled around the orbs caught in her mouth, cheeks bulging out from their presence. She salivated heavily, coating his sack with spittle and leaving them soaked, but they did not cool very quickly, the warmth of her mouth still second to whatever internal metabolism kept him so delightfully heated.

More murmurs, more masculine croons from her 'master', his cock bobbing and occasionally bumping into her face.

He had his hands braced on the bed now, enjoying the show, enjoying the sensations, and making every glance upward for Carly one of temptation and charm. Looking at his expression was dangerous, it just melted her horny heart.

Her mouth released his balls, and she dragged her tongue up to his glans, circling against the sensitive slope first, and then gliding against the back of his dick in advance of her lips.

She took his tip into her mouth and started to suck, her teeth ever so delicately grazing over his corona, every now and then brushing against the glans itself. She'd learned how to use teeth during oral, advice from Amon no less, how to make it tantalising, and not terrible.

It was a matter of precision, of pressure, and knowing how much and how little to use. And of course, keeping one's lips wrapped snugly all the same.

She used very little teeth, ultimately, and slipped off his cock to return to glazing it with the luxurious caress of her tongue.

It was only a minute of this foreplay before Amon gave her another command.

"Deeper~"

He needed so few words, even one enough to make her quiver in excitement.

She did as told, and slipped back to his helm, taking it in her mouth... and pushing it further, each bob of her head another half inch of cock. Until she was releasing the telltale garbled gulping noises, soft and controlled, of deepthroat.

His cock was in her throat, her chin was grazing his zipper and his balls, and her nose was right over his crotch.

She stayed there for a moment, indulging in the sensation of his dick buried in her gullet. But it wasn't something she could enjoy for long before discomfort saw her moving backward.

With a slow grace, and practised motions, she rocked her head in tune with every descent upon his rod, her lips shifting in different ways as a result, and tantalising all the same.

In the back of her mind, she considered how much of a slut this must have made her, being so good at giving head after her time spent with Amon. Was that appropriate? Did it make her a slut? Or was she just talented?

Maybe she should've gotten into porn.

Then again, she never would've gotten so good if she hadn't met Mister Farid. And she didn't think she'd be so happy fucking some of the guys that got into porn.

In the end, she filed those idle thoughts away, focusing on working Amon's dick as obediently as possible. After all, she was supposed to be submitting to him this time.

The only other thought she had was reminding herself not to submit too hard.

Not like she wasn't already... but it was nice to feel like she was still in charge of her life.

This was just a kinky escape.

She dropped down to his root with ease, and let her tongue curl against his sack, her hot muscle keeping flush to the shape of Amon's balls before retreating, tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft in turn.

Carly made sure to press her tongue firmly to his penis, such that the sides of her muscle curled up to 'hug' his rod, ensuring as much contact as possible with every bob.

She was getting faster, and the taste of creamy precum was another reminder she was doing well.

And Amon hadn't told her to stop. It was going to be another 'throatpie' day. Not that she minded, she actually liked how his cum tasted, a testament to his healthy lifestyle.

And there was that psychosomatic tingle, subtle and pleasing, that buzzed her brain. Really, even giving Amon head was a good time.

Faster still, and she started to twist her head to add to the pleasure, making him groan and twitch, thick wads of his warning fluids dribbling onto her tongue. So she went even faster, gulping audibly with every drop down to his root.

"That's a good girl... I'm almost there~" he informed her. Today, his 'good girl' remarks seemed extra spicy, titillating in a way she hadn't quite experienced yet, and it made her want to hear him say it more.

So she worked harder, plunging his mast into her throat over and over, sucking in her cheeks to caress them nicely, eager to see him blow his load right down her throat.

One of his hands came to rest on her head. It didn't guide her or control her, but it certainly made her feel submissive, a shudder racing down her spine as he played with her hair.

It was... nice, when he played with her hair. She couldn't quite explain why, it just was. It encouraged her to go faster, and suck that little bit harder.

All that was needed to push Amon over the edge.

"Drink it all~" he commanded with the strained edge of orgasm, holding back the bucking of his hips so Carly had an easier time dropping to his root, sucking down his cum with gusto.

But she didn't keep it down there, pulling back to get the last of his ropes right on her tongue. To indulge in his flavour. Yet even towards the end, his blasts were strong, and she could feel how much his balls were jumping from when she had her lips wrapped tight around his base, those orbs contracting against her chin.

Only once he was spent did she pull off him with a hot gasp, tongue unfurling and mouth opening to show that she'd swallowed every drop. Like a good girl.

His hand drifted down to cup her cheek, thumb sliding along her outstretched tongue with a sensual pressure, sliding into her mouth and depressing her tongue in the process.

"Suck it~" A soft order, but irresistible.

Carly's lips wrapped tight around the digit, and murmured when Amon began to push it back and forth, biting his lower lip at her salacious obedience.

When he pulled it free, he brought her attention back to his cock.

"Don't forget to clean it~"

Though he wasn't using words like 'please' or 'could you', his tone, though dominant and commanding, was not demeaning. It was a gentle authority, charming, seductive. Potently so.

She could do this more often. Not all the time. But this was delightful.

Carly nodded, and turned to his cock, letting her tongue glide across his mast with a luxurious touch, earning soft sighs from the man, his dick pulsing beneath the touch of her muscle, a sign of his stimulation, even after a climax.

Soon, he was glistening with her saliva, and no other residue, the salty, creamy flavour of his seed lingering on her tongue.

He was also quite hard again, cock bobbing with anticipation.

She looked to him, and he returned her gaze with another charming expression.

"Help me take off my clothes~" he ordered, and again, she did so, with an erotic flair that required no incentive or command. She just did it automatically, sliding her hands down his body as her fingers caught the hems of his pants, removing his jeans in one smooth movement, placing them on the ground.

His underwear remained, and they didn't take long either, already tugged down to expose his balls.

Next, she slipped her hands beneath his shirt, gliding her palms along his toned abdomen, right up to his chest, before helping him take it off in another single, smooth motion.

Now he was naked like her, his glory laid bare. She drank him in like she always did, but she was still kneeling by the bed after removing his clothes.

Amon looked down at her, admiring her beauty and her obedience, his hand stretching out to cup her cheek and toy with her lips with his thumb.

A shivering breath left her, and soon Amon's thumb was again sliding into her mouth.

But this was again brief, as he had already worked out what he was going to do next.

"Lay down on the bed... you deserve a reward~"

She gulped, but did as told, laying her back upon the mattress, feet hanging over the edge with her hips right against it.

This gave Amon plenty of room to move about her, as one hand slid along her belly, fingers splaying wide, to find one of her breasts and squeeze it in his hand. He kneaded the mound, gently flicked the nipple, and chuckled softly with every squeak and flinch that left Carly's lips.

His other hand remained much further south, rubbing several fingers clockwise against her vulva, always making sure one crooked fingertip tugged on her clit, while the rest of her mound received that lovely massage.

She was already terribly wet just from sucking him off, now she was only getting even more slick.

Which served Amon's needs just perfectly, getting his fingers coated in her juices, all so he could curl two of them into her pussy. Eventually. For now, he focused on teasing between her folds, massaging the softer, more tender flesh beneath her labia, teasing her entrance and toying with her clit, his fingertips rolling that sensitive bud in circular manner.

He practically had his hand cupped to her vulva, sometimes turning it around in order to rub it approaching from above, grinding her button with the base of his palm while his fingers teased her entrance.

She mewled timidly, back arching lightly but sharply, while her chest jolted from his constant groping, Amon swapping between breasts at varied intervals, leaving neither without attention for long.

And the whole while, he was looking her up and down, scrutinising every delicious little detail, admiring her, appraising her.

She felt so vulnerable beneath his gaze, a strange hunger she'd only seen a few times before in his eyes. For a moment, she thought there was a strange glint in them, like a glow. But it was just the glimmer of his lust, his lips tugged wide in a salacious grin.

Not too wide, not Cheshire Cat levels... but that effortless charming look that made her melt.

Her chest jutted out momentarily, then her hips, as spikes of pleasure raced through her. She huffed and groaned. Then gasped sharply when she felt two fingers slip inside her pussy with ease, wasting no time in pumping away, pushing against her wall towards her belly.

It didn't take long for his digits to graze along her G-spot, Amon intimately familiar with it.

The spike of pleasure was intense, the moan that poured from her mouth indicative of that.

Bit by bit, his fingering got more and more aggressive, pumping faster, waggling back and forth, the slick noise emanating from her sex filling the room.

God, how could he move his fingers so fast? She'd been on the receiving end of this attention before, but it never failed to startle just how swift and incredible even his fingers could be.

It was like he was made to pleasure people, Carly was sure of it. And she was damn happy she got to experience him.

Her moans came quick and hard, her body starting to arch and grind against the mattress below, the soft sheets pleasant against her back.

"Good girl... moan for me~" he crooned, so effortlessly, easily, so naturally. Had he done this before? Had a squeeze that submitted to him wholly?

Maybe this was what Diana did with him, and she wanted it back... Carly couldn't quite blame her.

Amon's fingers delved a little deeper, a little faster, stirring up her innards with a gusto and skill that only a passion like his could provide.

Even the delicate pinching of her nipples was done with such skill, it made her twist and squirm. Amon tugged and stroked her buds, massaging her breasts with strong fingers in the process.

The final stretch to the precipice was short; with a sudden, sharp gasp, a spasm wracked every muscle in her body, including the walls of her pussy, clenching madly about Amon's fingers.

Just as shaky was the cry of bliss that left her, a fluid surge inundating the man's magical digits.

Just his fingers, and she was shaking like a leaf. Amon continued to showcase his tremendous talent for pleasure.

And his streak of debauchery, bringing those soaked fingers to his lips, which wrapped tight around them. He savoured her flavour with a slow, quiet sucking, ended with the curling lick of his tongue against those fingers.

It was so fucking hot.

Her chest had stopped heaving now, and she was ready to continue. As was he, given the rather vigorous bobbing of his cock, twitching with eager need.

There was a silvery drizzle of precum crowning his glans, surface tension and its own gooey viscosity keeping it clinging defiantly to his tip.

He fixed her mesmerising gaze upon her, and brought a hand into her line of sight. A finger curled in beckoning, Amon grinning with more devious intent.

"Stand up~" And so she did, Amon gently guiding her to stand before him, as he once again sat down upon the bed's edge, though further upon it than the first time.

He reached over to the bedside table, and produced a condom, handing the square packet to Carly with a knowing quality to his movements, smiling at her with much the same quality.

"You know what to do~"

Indeed she did, taking the packet and tearing it open. Condom in hand, she crouched before Amon and delicately rolled the rubber down upon his mast, giving it a few tugs that smeared that dollop of precum across his glans beneath the latex.

Protection applied, she stood up and tossed the empty packet away, something she could deal with after, if Amon didn't, and waited for his next command.

"Turn around, my dear~" He swirled his finger in a commanding gesture. Carly obliged without hesitation, and flinched when Amon's hands reached up to graze along her sides, her rump, her waist, fingertips ever delicate and precise, applying pressure only where it mattered.

His thumbs pressed against her butt a little harder, stroking in a sweeping motion to knead her glutes a handful of times, before his arms pulled away.

"Sit down~"

It was such a simple command, and yet Carly swore she could feel his sharkish smirk against the back of her head. She shuddered in arousal... and did as told.

His glans 'kissed' her labia, gently splaying her folds like she had felt over a dozen times before, her arousal coating the rubber that clad his manhood.

Again, a small pang of disappointment, so wishing she could take him raw. Maybe she should just bite the bullet and get some contraceptive pills or something, just for one night, have him pull out.

If he was okay with that.

Even in those moment of pure subservience, she was still thinking of possibilities, and considering his position. What a strange juxtaposition it was.

She pushed those thoughts aside and focused on sinking down upon that hefty, throbbing log, moaning as she was filled. Even after getting used to its size, able to take it without difficulty, it still felt so snug, and hit all the right spots. The breathy moan that followed was testament to that.

She braced herself on her knees. And then, upon Amon's, gripping tight both for support and from the stimulation coursing through her.

Fortunately, there was no need to extra lubrication... she was already plenty wet enough.

A soft groan escaped Amon's mouth, himself delighting in the grip of her pussy around his walls, each little ripple eliciting a small, delightful throb in his cock.

Even through the condom, Carly could feel his warmth, that intense heat that so invigorated her. Much like the cum she had swallowed before.

Her rump squashed against his hips and thighs, spread a little for her convenience.

And she remained there, for a little while, just indulging in the fullness, the heat, the pressure.

Then she started to grind, twisting her hips and letting her glutes slide across his crotch, stirring his dick about inside her in doing so, deliberate, rhythmic clenching of her walls aimed at adding to the stimulation. Her own included.

Both moaned as her practised, graceful 'lapdance' got them worked up, Carly grimacing from pangs of stimulation. To hypothetical, uninformed observers, it might seem like she was in pain, but she was anything but.

Her lack of smile was seemingly a response to the situation, her total obedience, nerves mixing with a sense of... well, she didn't quite know. She just didn't feel like smiling.

But the flinches of stimulation and the whines of pleasure demonstrated well enough how good she was feeling.

Juices coated Amon's balls, and his silken, toned thighs were pleasant contact for her own amid her lecherous 'dance'.

In time though, Amon had another order for her.

"Faster, my dear~"

She whined in response, though it was hardly reluctance. Merely nerves and anticipation, because this was when the stimulation really got to her.

With a flex of her hips, tugging forward, she started to rise, rocking side to side to grind Amon's penis into her walls, scraping against them every inch she ascended, until his tip threatened to slip out from her sex.

Carly lingered there, twisting her hips about a little more. And then, she dropped down, her hips just as mobile as ever, not wanting things to be simple.

It was more stimulating that way, for the both of them, and hearing Amon's moans encouraged her in ways she couldn't describe.

She wanted to do good. She wanted to be a good girl, to hear him praise her.

She wanted it all.

Slowly, the speed increased, and before long, the gentle clap of colliding thighs, rump, and crotch, filled Amon's bedroom. The ripple of her glutes a tantalising show for Amon, as Carly focused on the pleasure.

She made sure to squeeze her muscles whenever she ascended, but it was a little hard with the increased pace. It made it hard to focus, to keep control over her pelvic floor and other such muscles. But she tried, with success, Amon's lusting gasps of delight and chuckles of dominant glee spurring her on even further.

"That's it~ Good girl, Carly~ Move your hips~ Make us feel good~"

His voice was dripping with that charm, it seemed to linger in her ears like a seductive echo that just made her go crazy. Her bouncing got wild, as did her sharp moans, the clapping turning loud and rough, every soft part of her body jiggling and rippling.

Amon wasn't even holding her, guiding her. It was entirely her own vigour pounding away at his crotch, her breasts jumping with every motion.

She could feel an orgasm rising up inside of her, all the stimuli, all the tingling sensations, and stretching pressure in her loins, driving her towards another one.

And the way Amon's cock was throbbing, he was nearing his own as well.

How damnably horny was she? It beggared belief, though she was too lost in the bliss to really think on it, flinching and wincing in ecstasy.

"Keep going... we're almost there~"

'We're'. It's like a simultaneous orgasm was what he planned from the start. Well, she was happy to play along, bouncing on his rod as best she could.

There was an abstract countdown in her head, not quite conscious thought. A sensation, a buzz in her mind driving her to a point without much understanding. But it was accurate; as soon as it reached its end, Carly came.

And so did Amon, a harsh, delighted groan leaving his mouth, swirling around the ecstatic, whining cry ripping from her lips.

She spasmed atop of him, and he allowed himself minute, sharp jerks into her sex, his balls contracting and his cock throbbing so incredibly powerfully, even through the fugue of climax, Carly could feel it jolting about inside her. She could only imagine how much cum he was filling that condom with.

In the heights of her euphoric daze, she was rather disappointed it wasn't flooding her womb. God, surely it would've felt good.

Amon's hands moved to grip her hips, holding onto her at the height of their ecstasy.

And only after a little while did their orgasms end, both coming down from that high panting and shivering.

Amon loosed a sigh, and then slid his hands up Carly's front, gripping a breast in one hand, sliding the other through her cleavage and up to a shoulder for leverage, pulling her down upon him as he laid back.

He recovered rather quickly, and started peppering the side of her head in lusty, affectionate kisses, but when he spoke, his voice was a little less domineering.

"You did well, Carly~" he crooned. "How did you enjoy it~?"

She never recovered quite as well as he did, always feeling a little drained whenever they had sex.

Slowly, she calmed her breathing, and got her thinking in order.

"It was... different," she admitted, and then turned her head to glance at him as best she could in their position, and smiled. "But I enjoyed it~"

"It felt good to just... not think for a little while~?" he mused.

"A little, yeah... I could do that again, when the mood strikes me," she admitted, and Amon chuckled, a hint of that devious power returning.

"I'd be glad to indulge you... and myself, I must confess~"

"You like being in charge like that?"

"Yes... I enjoy watching my partner follow my orders and lose themselves to the pleasure~ It's no fun if they're not into it, of course, I haven't done it much because of that. You made me feel rather happy today~"

Carly giggled, and she twisted her head as best she could to press her lips to Amon's.

"Well, I guess we can figure out the whole hours thing another time," Carly suggested.

"I'll send you an email with proposed changes, and we'll see from there~"

The two shared another chuckle, and remained like that for a little while longer, rubbing and grinding against each other in the afterglow.

---

Carly had been a bit more introspective in the hours after she left Amon's place. She was thinking hard about what she had done, how readily she had done it.

Was it... right, to have given up so much power so readily? She trusted Amon, but there was already a power imbalance, Amon being her boss and all. Should she have done it?

And what did it say about her? Why had she been so quick to try that? Why did she like it so much? Why was she so good at being a submissive little 'good girl'?

There was a subtle sense of shame in the back of her mind. But it was having difficulty gaining purchase, conflicting with her own desires and libido.

Though she questioned it, it was undeniable that she enjoyed it. She was wondering about the why, but the simple fact was not in question.

It was a conundrum that she couldn't quite solve... but a not so insubstantial part of her just... didn't care.

Why should she care? As long as she maintained her boundaries, she had nothing to worry about. And there was nothing wrong with having a libido like she did. Even if it blossomed thanks to Amon.

Still, she sighed, and got up to grab another can of cheap wine from the fridge, always stocked with the brand she so liked.

Getting a little drunk would go a long way to throwing off the thoughts so they wouldn't annoy her. Though it did mean she wasn't getting any work done on her picture tonight.

She often drank while she drew, but if she got tipsy, well, she couldn't keep it up then.

Thankfully, she hadn't gotten any more tolerant of alcohol since she met Amon. Hadn't really drunk more than usual, and still just felt like going to sleep. That part of her life she was at least still strongly confident of being in control of.

Not long after, she felt the weariness of the drink getting to her, and so she retired to bed, murmuring to herself as the thoughts of the day struggled to get purchase in her inebriated brain. But even still, dreams of a titillating nature teased her in her sleep, and even dared to make obscene suggestions, of collars and leashes and eager service, to be rewarded with pleasure...

---

The next few days were something of a flurry, as Amon was busy with a set of new gigs, and Carly was dealing with her new hours, still arguing with Yvonne when she could, but she was coming up against a brick wall in that regard.

Maybe she should've taken up Marna's offer. Nevertheless, Carly stuck to her jobs as diligently as she could, and did her best to slowly get over her own doubts and self-conscious concerns about what happened.

Ultimately, she decided that it was just an indulgence, something to enjoy every now and then, a form of play. Amon would accept that, he was a nice enough guy.

Though she couldn't quite ignore she was doing some rather intimate things requiring a lot of trust for someone she was only fuck-buddy status with.

But that was how a lot of things were between them. Not that it stopped her sometimes wondering if they could be more, but his life just seemed so... 'too much', for her.

The personalities that surrounded him due to his work, too intense for Carly. Hell, one of them seemed outright antagonistic towards her due to her apparent relationship with her boss. Carly didn't know how much Diana was aware of things between herself and Amon, but however much it was, it was clearly too much for Diana's liking.

As for the others, some were just... rude to her. In a casual, dismissive way, where someone doesn't outright insult you, but rather acknowledges your existence but wishes you weren't there at all because you're just... in the way. Out of place.

That's how Carly felt around the people who were part of Amon's profession. They saw her as an oddity at best, a nuisance at worst, and just another face and little else most of the time.

She didn't need to put up with that, she thought. And she likely would if she and Amon became more of an item.

Yet she kept coming to that conclusion. Kept thinking it. Never left it alone for long. Did she want to be more than just a FWB with Amon? Of course she did, but it wasn't going to happen, and she had accepted that. So why keep thinking about it?

She realised she was entering dangerous territory, growing attached to Amon, more than she already was. She couldn't afford to get too enamoured with him, for any day this relationship could end one way or another, and she didn't need to be going through the emotional equivalent of an addiction withdrawal.

She had to be careful now. Yet, she felt confident that she was careful. If nothing else than because Amon was just so... nice. As a human being and in bed.

Even when he was playing the part of dom, he was gentle with her, in his own way. Her delight mattered.

It made Carly trust him.

Still, she had to remind herself to be smart about it. She didn't fancy the idea of turning into some crazed stalker that ends up on the news and internet for all the wrong reasons.

The weekend arrived, and there wasn't much for her to do outside of her one work day.

Good. It was the perfect opportunity to continue working on her latest piece, even if she was still grappling over whether to change the figure - who was definitely Amon - or to continue and deal with his reception to it.

There were other things she could work on while pondering that dilemma, even if it proved to be a bit of a distraction.

So, she grabbed her tablet, yet another can of wine - maybe she ought to cut back, a thought that had passed through her head well before she met Amon - and flopped down on her couch in the living room, streaming some other nature documentary on low volume for gentle background noise, and with stylus in hand, got to work.

She could see the figure, Amon's anatomy as clear to her as his face, even if it was absent in the piece itself, obscured by the murky clouds or sulphurous miasma, depending on how one saw it.

After their last bout, his anatomy was even more enticing, so she had to make sure that she didn't end up tweaking things until the figure had a domineering hint to its posture.

Still, she was making progress elsewhere, and she was starting to rather like the piece. Once she figured out what to do with the figure, she'd be able to really get it done.

But right when she was in a detail groove, she heard a knock at the door.

She suppressed a frustrated groan, even the temptation to just ignore it and pretend she wasn't home.

Buuuut, that'd be rude. Maybe it was one of her neighbours, sometimes they came over to ask things about the building, if she was having any issues like they were or sometimes just to offer her leftovers they didn't want or couldn't eat, or other small little gifts of food they didn't know what to do with.

She rose from her couch and wandered over to the door.

When she opened it, her face tensed.

"Hello, Carly," greeted Diana.

Carly was silent for a good moment, and just barely suppressed the urge to shut the door in Diana's face. She should've done it to be honest, but she decided to be 'civil'.

"What are you doing here? How did you find where I live?" Carly asked, no small amount of concern and accusation in her voice.

"It's not that hard, I just asked around the neighbourhood," Diana answered matter-of-factly. "Hardly need to hire a PI to do that."

"Please leave," Carly stated firmly.

"Wait... may I at least come in? I just want to talk to you, civilly."

Carly knew she should've refused. Every bone in her body was insisting she just close the door and tell Diana where to go.

But 'civility' won out, and she let out an uncomfortable sigh.

"Fine. But you're gone in ten minutes, okay?" Carly stated in no uncertain terms.

"That's enough time for me," Diana remarked, Carly stepping back to let Diana inside. The door was shut a little louder than usual, but Diana didn't take notice, instead looking around the apartment, the tiniest look of distaste on her face not going unnoticed, but the woman didn't voice anything.

She stood by the dining table and turned to face Carly.

"I hope you're well," she asked, but Carly didn't think it genuine.

"I shouldn't even be talking to you after that shit you pulled at my workplace," Carly growled. "Hell, I'm still thinking about just kicking you out, 'civil talk' be damned."

"Yes, I'm sure, but this talk is about Amon," she began. That had Carly's attention, but it didn't come as any shock either.

"What about him?" Carly muttered nonchalantly, crossing her arms.

"I know what kind of effect he has on young women. Older women too," Diana said, looking away in subtle embarrassment, but not subtle enough to hide it from Carly. "It's unlikely he hasn't gotten into your head just a little. I'm not saying he's manipulating you, but I'd call you a liar if you said you didn't think about him."

"So what if I do, he's my boss," Carly answered. "Meanwhile, I know you want to get with him. So why are you taking it out on me?"

"Because Amon Farid isn't any ordinary man," Diana remarked with a simple seriousness. "He's something more, of that I'm sure of."

Carly eyed Diana quizzically, the tone of the older woman's voice making hard to tell if she meant it as a concern or an admirable quality.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Carly asked.

"I can't say for sure, but there's something about him that's just... exhilarating. But dangerous. Being around him makes your heart race, and you just... lose yourself to him. That could be a problem if you get caught up in his world, like I said."

"I think I'm pretty confident I'm not caught up in his world." But even as Carly said that, some of what Diana was saying made sense. These feelings weren't unknown to her. And clearly not to Diana.

"But you do work for him. You're around him. Long enough to know what I'm talking about, and don't say you don't. Nobody can linger around him long without feeling something.

"Well, he is pretty hot, I think that's a good enough explanation," Carly answered, a lie, and she hoped it was convincing.

"It's more than that. I cannot hope to explain it to you, but Amon isn't someone you want to get too close to, or you might find yourself burned, even if he's not trying."

"You said that last time, and I haven't been burned yet," Carly assured, but something about what Diana was saying unnerved her. Either because of the almost... obsessive edge in Diana's voice, or that it echoed thoughts she herself had.

Things about Amon that were a little odd that she never really took notice of.

"I see it in your eyes, you know what I'm talking about," Diana said, expression lighting up a little. "Take my advice and be careful. Keep your distance, because you don't know what he's... capable of..."

Diana started to trail off, as her eyes drifted down towards the couch.

She was looking right at the drawing tablet; Carly had forgotten to turn it over or off.

Carly's eyes widened, but before she could react, Diana was already striding over, reaching down to pick the tablet up and scrutinise it.

"Hey, put that down!" Carly demanded.

Diana didn't answer, but that scrunched face of scrutiny gradually turned to one of contempt and anger.

Baleful eyes turned towards Carly.

"You're fucking him," the woman said coldly.

"Are you mental?"

"Don't give me shit!" Diana spat, throwing the tablet down on the couch, where it bounced. Thankfully not onto the floor. "I know what Amon's body looks like, it hasn't changed much in a few years! There's only one way you could get his look this accurate unless you were spying on him, his public portfolio isn't enough!"

Diana's calm, aloof but polite demeanour was gone, replaced by an ugly and hostile jealousy.

"So fucking what, you don't get to decide who he bangs, and you don't get to tell me either!" Carly stated firmly.

"You don't deserve him!" Diana rebuked. "I'm the only one that has any idea of what he is, how amazing he really is, you're just some side squeeze he's found and will throw away as soon as he's bored!"

"I don't think so, you crazy old bitch, we've been a thing for months now," Carly retorted with a small hint of smug satisfaction.

"Let me make it clear to you, stay away from him!"

"No, you get the fuck out of my place before I call the cops! Now!"

"This isn't over you cheap whore!" Diana screamed before storming out of the room, Carly making sure they were on their way out of the building.

Clearly their little screaming match caught attention, because neighbours were sticking their heads out of their doors rubbernecking.

The next one over turned to Carly, the bald man in a singlet asking, "What was that about?"

Carly shook her head.

"Just some work stuff getting caught up with personal life," was all she said in answer.

Somehow, Carly just knew this was going to become more of a problem over time, though she really didn't know how much.

And worst of all, she couldn't stop thinking about what Diana had said; was Amon really more than he seemed?

And more to the point... in what way?

---

The encounter with Diana at her own apartment had left Carly rattled. She didn't think so initially, but afterwards, she frankly couldn't deny that it had left her feeling nervous and worried, one of her neighbours knocking on the door for an entirely mundane reason, and Carly had to muster the courage to answer it, subconsciously fearing it was Diana again.

She didn't know what Diana was capable of. What they might do, because they were clearly obsessed with Amon, and now they were certain Carly was having sex with the man, their animosity boiled over.

Did they always feel that way? Was the plausible deniability or lack of evidence the only thing keeping Diana's vitriol in check?

If that's what happened to women around Amon Farid... did she run the risk of turning out similarly? Becoming some crazed stalker attacking anyone she saw as getting between her and Amon?

Carly didn't want that. She just wanted to have a comfortable life, having good sex and making her art, and doing work that made her feel fulfilled. Maybe sometimes turn off and give control to someone else a little while.

Things were already complicated with Amon, but they had a simple acceptance of the situation. Now, things became muddy. And Amon was hard to contact because of his gigs.

But one night, after a rough day at work and no progress with her manager, or her artwork, which she hadn't touched since Diana's visit, Carly got an unexpected surprise.

There was a knock at the door, and Carly really didn't want to answer it this time.

This late at night... what if it was her?

Carly kept to the couch, a single twitch of fear racing up her spine. The knocking continued. But it was soft, reserved, paced out between raps.

Eventually, Carly mustered some courage, and made for the door.

She was again surprised by someone on the other side.

"Amon?" she quietly exclaimed.

It was him alright, albeit wearing a rather nice jacket with a hood, the kind to keep one warm at night while still looking classy, it's navy blue polyester reflecting the hallway lights.

"Hey, Carly," he answered, sounding somewhat melancholy. "May I come in?"

"Yes, of course," she answered, surprise and confusion still evident in her voice. "I'll make us some coffees."

"Thank you, that'd be nice," he answered, making his way to the dining table and pulling out a seat for himself. He sighed and pulled off his hood, his hair somehow not all that mussed.

Carly put the kettle on and prepared some instant for them both, standing by the counter while it boiled.

Amon placed his hands on the table, fingers lacing together and thumbs twiddling. He seemed a little worked up.

The roar of the kettle ended, and Carly finished making their coffees, sitting down opposite of Amon and taking a sip, before venturing the first, obvious question.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. Him knowing where she lived wasn't strange, he already knew, but never before had he visited. Let alone at night.

Amon sighed.

"It's Diana," he began, exasperation evident in his voice and face.

"What's she done now?" Carly muttered.

"She told me about how she turned up here a few days ago. Where she learned you and I were in a relationship. She suspected, but I guess having it confirmed the way it was pushed her over the edge a little."

"A little?" Carly quipped cynically.

Amon didn't respond and continued.

"She has been harassing me, you could say. Calling me, turning up at my place, demanding I explain what you are to me. I've never seen her like this, it's outright obsessive. She keeps saying she's the only one I deserve."

Amon sighed and took a sip of his coffee, Carly staying silent.

"I've told her multiple times I've moved on and that she should too. What is going on between you and me isn't any of her concern."

"And what is going on between us, Amon?" Carly suddenly asked. "What am I to you?"

Amon cast her a curious, but knowing glance.

"She told you I'd have fun with you and then throw you away when I got bored, like a toy, didn't she?"

Carly raised a brow.

"Pretty accurate guess. Yes, she was saying stuff like that. And that you're more than you seem. I don't know what she meant by that, but that was before she lost her shit."

Amon shook his head.

"I make no secret that I've had my fun over the years. Diana being one of the women I've fooled around with. But I've made it clear that it was casual. You, on the other hand... I cannot quite describe it. I know what I feel, but not how to explain it to you, but you're the only person I've ever 'wanted'."

He offered her a kind but tired smile, and took another sip from his mug.

Carly cocked her head quizzically.

"What do you mean 'wanted'?"

"I like you, Carly. I think you know that too. I enjoy your company, your art, and our intimacy. But... I cannot exactly call it love."

"Why not?" Carly exclaimed, eyes a little wide, but keeping herself calm. Mainly because Amon was being so mysterious, and his tone of voice was so gentle.

"Let's say it doesn't quite work that way in my brain. I can love you, but I wouldn't call it the same as a romance. But to put it simply, if you were to stay with me, I'd love that. And I'd do everything I could to make you happy."

"Sounds like love to me," Carly answered flatly. The way Amon was talking was strange, and hardly filling her with confidence. Was Diana actually right?

"Maybe so, but I'd rather not go further with that sort of relationship with you unless you choose so. I know how I'm explaining this isn't exactly compelling, and rather makes me sound insane. But there is something about me I don't want to explain just yet. That, I'm sure, raises red flags. I have my reasons, but I cannot reveal them unless you're absolutely positive you want to go further."

Carly gave him a cynical look.

"You're right, it does raise red flags," she agreed. "And I'm just supposed to trust you?"

"No. I can't tell you to trust me, only you can decide that."

Carly gave him a long, hard look.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I'm tired. Diana hasn't given me much of a break, and since she's involved in my current gigs, I can't exactly get away from her. She's smart enough to keep her distance at work, but outside of that, she wants answers she will not want to hear. I just needed to vent to someone who would actually give a shit."

"Even after all that... weird crap about 'wanting but not loving'?"

Amon gave her another charming but tired smile.

"I see it in your eyes, Carly. You care, even if you're not certain about me. And I know you want me too. I can offer you much, as long as it makes you happy."

"And I keep fucking you," she voiced.

"You make sound so transactional," he remarked. "But isn't that what we both want to do? To indulge in the pleasure of it all? To have our fun? To do what makes us happy?"

"Then why not be straight with me?"

"Because I've a secret that I can't just tell people. Diana suspects something. And I sense you do too. And I want to reveal it to you. But you have to be prepared for it. You have to choose to go that far. And I know that telling you all this has... irrevocably complicated our relationship."

"You think?!" Carly blurted out. "You're telling me all this horse shit, and I don't even know what to think anymore!"

She slapped a hand on the table, glaring at Amon.

"You were incredible, amazing, I never felt happier than when I was with you, but dammit, what's going to happen to me, huh!? Am I going to end up like Diana, obsessing over you forever and getting violent towards whoever else you get a liking for? Is my life going to be taken over by you, wanting you when I can't have you ever again!? Is that what you'll do to me!?"

Tears were starting to form at the corners of her eyes, and Carly realised how loud her voice was. It startled her, and she went quiet, a look of pained surprise on her face.

Amon had a sombre look on his. And then another kind smile, as he reached out and gently grazed a thumb across the corners of Carly's eyes, wiping down her tears.

"I won't let that happen. I like you too much to let that happen, I want to see you flourish. Yes, I want you, but only if you're happy with it. That's what I offer, but only if you're willing to hear me out when the time comes. I promise you, I will explain everything... and if it doesn't work out, I'll make sure that it doesn't cause you pain."

Carly looked at him quietly, red-eyed, deadpan.

"... you're not going to put me in a tub of ice with a missing liver, are you?"

Amon laughed.

"No, no, I will make sure you avoid any sort of insanity like you describe, and I wouldn't dream of hurting you to do it."

Carly should've slapped him across the face and told him to leave. Demand he get out of her home, break things off here and now.

And yet... she couldn't. Couldn't bring herself to hate Amon, couldn't bring herself to want him to leave. Couldn't bring herself to distrust him.

He just sounded too honest, too gentle. Too charming. It should've filled her with concern, but all it did was make her want him to comfort her.

She leaned into his hand, which hadn't gone too far.

"I'm messed up," she muttered. "I shouldn't be okay with this, I should be throwing you out."

"I understand... you have every reason to distrust me and everything I say. But as many times as I can promise, I will, I mean you no harm. I just want to make you happy."

He held onto her chin gently, leaning close to offer Carly a kind, reassuring smile, caressing her shoulder with his other hand.

A sob hitched in Carly's throat, and then she looked at him with a strange, subtle intensity.

His own expression flattened, but his eyes were perhaps more intense than hers.

They stared for a brief moment... and simultaneously moved in to press their lips together.

The kiss started out intense, aggressive even, both twisting contact against one another, tongues vying for control as they reached out to grasp each other's heads.

In the back of her mind, Carly didn't know why she was doing this. Other than, perhaps, she needed it.

Even if it was possible this was the last time she ever had sex with Amon... at least, it'd be a high note to the end of their little fling.

If nothing else, she was confident it was going to feel very good.

Over time, the kiss grew gentler, more tempered passions taking hold, but it didn't end.

Carly was the first to break it, looking into Amon's eyes with an intense yearning.

"Bedroom," was all she said, and Amon nodded with one of his trademark smiles. Charming, seductive, though in this case, gentle and comforting.

He could be a devious being with control over her. Just as much as he could be a kind soul who only wanted to enjoy her intimacy, and for her to enjoy herself.

She led him to her bedroom, a far cry from his town house, but Amon didn't seem to care about her home like Diana did.

As soon as the bedroom door was shut, Carly was swept and swept herself into another embrace with Amon, wrapping her arms around him as their lips sealed together a second time.

A hand of his slid down her back to fondle her rump, the other gently holding the back of her neck, fingers pressing to the base of her skull to support the kiss.

Her own hands found the side of his head and the small of his back, the two of them gently rubbing themselves upon the other, murmurs of growing arousal shared between their connected mouths.

At this stage, Carly wasn't getting cold feet or a sudden change of heart. She didn't care anymore, not for this moment.

Come morning, she'd decide how she felt and what she'd do, but tonight, she was going to just turn her mind off to everything else but the pleasure. It was what her battered emotions needed, at least temporarily.

Their efforts were only slightly subdued, Carly enjoying the subtle, sweet taste of his saliva, and the strong grip of his hand kneading her rump.

Something pressed against her belly, Amon's erection growing to full strength in short order, straining against his jeans.

It almost felt like his dick was about to rip out of them, a contrast to the gentler passion of their current embrace. But even Carly could feel herself getting wet between her legs, her panties very quickly soaking in her arousal.

And the grips they both had on each other were only getting tighter, more possessive.

That tingling sensation Carly always felt seemed stronger now, tantalising, but she ignored it as just another delight.

She even started to grind against Amon's erection, nursing what was already a throbbing monster.

Her murmurs were impassioned, lustful, and their shared kiss slowly took on a more rapacious quality, getting as much out of their lip-lock as they possibly could.

And then, Carly broke the kiss, panting for reasons she couldn't quite explain, beyond just... a sheer lust.

Her hands started to shift, and found themselves at the base of his jacket. She quickly opened the zip, and Amon shrugged the jacket off, the garment sliding down his arms, freeing them up to start removing her own clothing while Carly worked on his shirt.

Amon had a button-up top beneath the jacket, and she quickly undid every button, allowing it to slide away with yet another assisting shrug from Amon.

She raised her arms to let him take her shirt up over her head, dropping it on the floor behind her. This gave him access to her bra, his dexterous fingers already working to release the hooks that held the garment together, while Carly contented herself with splaying here fingers across his chest.

So firm, so warm, so manly. He was exotic and enticing, and it just seemed so impossible. But she didn't get much time to feel his pectorals, his dexterity with his fingers making quick work of her bra.

It fell straight to the floor, catching barely any air to slow its descent, her bosom revealed and quickly teased with a delicate, affectionate precision, earning a shrill breath from Carly's lips.

But Amon didn't linger long upon her bust, instead dropping to a crouch, fingers moving to the hems of her pants, slowly tugging them down with her panties too. His motions were smooth, precise, and sensual, the stripping of her clothes an act of eroticism unto itself.

It made her shiver, his touch something that just ignited a fire inside of her.

They hadn't said anything since they kissed, and it didn't seem like that was going to change. This was a matter of pure passion and need amid difficult times.

Carly stepped out of her pants, and then moved to help Amon out of his, shivering from the gliding caress of his hands across her shoulders and upper arms, hooking beneath his pants and underwear much like he'd done with her.

She wasted no time tugging down his pants, despite the resistance his straining penis offered. Once he was out of those garments, it marked a point of no return, for they were both naked now.

Both burning with desire.

Yes, consent could be revoked at any point... but Carly wasn't kidding herself, unless he did something truly heinous, she wasn't about to turn this down.

His cock saluted her, drooling silvery pre glinting in the bedroom's light.

She could smell it, and it made her head spin for a moment. Everything about him was just so... enticing.

Her hand wrapped around his girth, and started stroking, Carly moving close until his glans was grinding against her belly with every tug.

Both were huffing and looking down at the display, foreheads pressed together. The heat from Amon was considerable.

What was he? 'More than he seemed', and yet everything she did know was just wonderful...

He couldn't help himself of course, leaning in to peck her neck with his tender lips, tongue dabbing at her throat and earning yet more shivers.

She started twisting her hand as it pumped his rod, while her other hand massaged his rump with a possessiveness that she'd never really felt before, enough to make him quietly groan.

Precum continued to ooze, smearing against her belly and her palm, lathering up his rod with his arousal, while her own trickled down her thighs.

She was feeling so terribly aroused, enough that she was even considering eschewing any sort of protection, but that sane part of her stayed in enough control to keep her from doing such a silly thing.

But they remained like this for a little while, wrapped in a mutual embrace with wandering and kneading hands.

The traipsing touch of one set of Amon's fingers worked their way down towards Carly's crotch, turning over and crawling further, until they found her clitoris, rubbing the delicate bud with a magical touch, light, feathery, and yet so stimulating, tugging on the button with every little successive curl.

Carly whined in stimulation, and increased the pace of her pumping. In return, Amon slid his hand further, and curled those digits between her folds, slipping into her entrance.

She whimpered in pleasure, the two now mutually working each other's genitals with practised fingers, Carly experienced in giving Amon more than one handjob.

And he certainly knew how to finger her.

With each passing moment, their pace increased, and the audible slicking of Amon's fingers plunging into her sex over and over drowned out the terribly subtle noise of her own stroking.

She felt a pressure building inside her already. Amon made sure he teased her clitoris with his palm, wanting to stimulate her as much as possible. It was a familiar technique, but effective, he was able to move his hand in just the right way while his fingers plunged deep and vigorously.

She had to keep up, stroking his mast from tip to root even as she continued to press his helm against her belly, slimy precum glazing her gut in the process.

His oozing arousal was plentiful lubrication, and her hand was soon moving with a speed and a fluidity that was only rivalled by the aid of genuine lubricant.

The heat between them was rising, both were starting to shiver and huff more intensely. An orgasm was approaching, for the both of them, Carly feeling her walls twitch around Amon's fingers, and his cock bounce vigorously in her hand.

Their hands moved rapidly, Carly's wrist starting to get sore, but she didn't slow down. She refused to slow down. She was going to get him off, just as he was her.

Again, she felt that abstract count ticking down to the first release of the night. How he was able to so effortlessly extract orgasms from her, she had never quite understood, but never cared. It was incredible then, and it was incredible now, her moans taking on a shrill quality, hitched and halting as her release neared.

It was a flurry of motion between their groins, their hands working madly away, fingers getting soaked in their respective liquid arousal, Amon practically flinging droplets to the floor.

It was only so long that either could endure this kind of effort. And in a display of their synchronicity, they hit the peak together, their fingers stopping all but short, sharp motions to push each other fully over the edge.

They cried out in ecstasy, moans entwining together in the air between and above them. Juices spattered against Carly's thighs and Amon's fingers, whilst her hand was smeared in his searing ejaculate, staining her belly shamelessly.

Both shuddered madly, groaning in intense bliss.

Carly did her best to keep going, to drive Amon's orgasm for as long as possible, but he was much better at enduring bliss than she was, and so Carly faltered under Amon's expert efforts. But his efforts stopped not long after hers did, giving Carly a chance to calm down from the ecstasy she had just experienced, even if it was just from his fingers.

His stamina was always impressive, ever quick to recover from even the most intense of orgasms. Not that he just had a particularly strong one; even with Carly's best efforts, a handjob could only achieve so much with him.

They both sighed, and then Carly pulled away from Amon, laying down upon the bed, panting softly and taking a moment of respite before continuing.

Amon, ever the gentleman, let her rest, but he wasn't about to leave her idle either; he crawled onto the bed after her, sliding against her body and revering it with his succulent kisses, and took every opportunity to taste her, long, precise strokes of his tongue teasing her, making her flinch and quiver.

Sometimes he suckled hard against random parts of her body, his hands busy caressing her shoulders and sides. His touch was like a massage, and he knew every point of tension on her body.

Carly very quickly felt like putty under Amon's exquisite attention, fingertips drumming along her upper arms and raking fleetingly across her thighs.

Before long, her own hands were involved, wrapping around his back and grazing along his spine.

Gradually, he moved up her body, until he came to her bust. A squeak left her when his lips found one of her nipples and wrapped luxuriously around it, tongue dabbing along her areola. He released, and reapplied his suction, getting a little more intense each time, drawing more of her flesh between his lips, stiffening up the cap of her breast and rendering it more susceptible to the exquisite dance of his tongue.

He left neither of her breasts unattended, and soon brought his hands to them, groping whichever wasn't being pleased by his mouth personally.

That heat of his was radiating from his body, enveloping her in the infernal warmth that made her feel oh so comfortable.

His natural cologne tickled her nose, making her shiver, the top of his head so close to her face. She inhaled his scent, a tittering sigh flitting from her lips. He smelled so good...

And as always, that tingle. Ever present, ever tantalising, but it seemed so much... more tonight. It buzzed her nerves, seemed to reach deeper than skin level, she thought she felt something... more. It felt good, she wanted it.

She wanted this night to be wonderful.

Amon eventually moved on from her breasts, trailing his erotic tenderness further up her body, salaciously mouthing over her neck with lusting desire.

Her head rocked back a little, body arching, feeling the muscles in her neck flinch underneath his perilous attention.

Even his teeth proved stimulating, lips wrapping around her jugular while his jaw gently clamped around it with the tenderest touch he could muster.

And further still he roamed, until he came to her jawline, peppering it with kisses.

And finally, he was met by her welcoming lips, Carly eager to draw him into another kiss.

Arms wrapped around each other, and Amon started to grind his erection against her belly, the base of his shaft rubbing upon her clit and tantalising her with arousing sensation.

The smacking of their kiss was quiet and intimate, even as their tongues practically wrestled for control, but it was a contest neither would win, nor wanted to win, an endless, slippery dance of taste and lechery.

They rubbed against each other, though Amon was taking the more proactive role, owing to being on top. But this wasn't like his dominant play from a few days ago, thrilling as that was. This was a mutual lust, even if she could sense that dominant streak in him.

She liked it.

They continued to grind against each other, Carly's legs sliding up and over his, entwining herself around him as much as she could in a way that was still comfortable.

She moaned into his mouth, a meek sound, the edge of a whine in it.

Much as she was trying not to think about things, this was still an emotionally charged encounter.

Amon eased off a little, though her moan wasn't one of discomfort. All the same, she felt his tenderness for a brief moment, until he resumed his gradually intensifying efforts.

Before long, his hips were starting to practically hump against her, each little thrusting jerk making her flinch from how his cock grazed along her clit.

But neither Amon nor Carly wanted to wait much longer, having enjoyed each other for so long already. Their yearning had reached a threshold, and both wanted to reach that peak.

In truth, Carly didn't think they could go for very long tonight. Often they managed to get three orgasms in a row, but even with everything that'd happened, Carly just wanted to enjoy being joined with Amon. Potentially for one last time.

He pulled away from her, and turned his head up and looked towards the bedside table.

She knew what he was after, and so she twisted her body and reached for the drawer, pulling out a small box of condoms.

It was old, bought before Carly met Amon, but it was unopened. She had kept a box just in case she had a fling with anyone, unlikely as it seemed at the time. Just good practise.

Well, now it was finally getting use, Carly opening it and tearing off a packet from the strip, handing it to Amon who tore it open and rolled the rubber down his bobbing cock.

The intensity of their shared gaze was something else, not saying a word, and yet conveying everything they needed.

And then Amon's lips were again clasped to Carly's, the two twisting their heads and grinding their lips together in an extra rapacious kiss, all as Amon ground his member hands-free to her slit, pressing down on her clit as he did.

Her shrill gasps filled his mouth, but her tongue never faltered in its dance with him, all too lusting for his kiss.

His grinding foreplay continued for a little longer, getting the latex lubricated in her arousal... before rocking his hips back far enough, and pressing his helm to her entrance.

There, he paused, waiting. Not moving, not teasing. Building anticipation. He broke the kiss, his intense gaze mesmerising. Carly could see his hunger, his arousal, his need for her.

A long moment hung between them.

And then he thrust.

It was a single, swift motion, spearing her to her deepest parts. He buried himself to the hilt, and she rolled her head back and cried in ecstasy.

Her walls clenched erratically around his mast, hugging tight and proving unwilling to let his penis go.

And for a time, Amon seemed content to let it stay there, as he captured her lips once more, sliding his hands along her sides in luxurious massage. His touch felt like lightning, tingling arcs tantalising her skin. At this stage, she wasn't sure it was just in her head anymore.

It affected the kiss too, and Carly felt that delightful lethargy. Subtle, weak, but again, it felt more noticeable, tangible. Dangerous, even, and yet she felt she could trust Amon utterly.

He started shifting his hips, stirring his member about inside her loins, tilting his pelvis further and further in every direction, bit by bit.

His chest compressed her bust, and conveyed that incredible, wonderful warmth right into her own core. Meanwhile, her hands continued to wander, taking one of his firm glutes in hand, squeezing it with a possessive need. A want. There was something about Amon that could offer her so much, if she just let him please her. Dangerous thinking, perhaps, but the bliss she felt seemed so, so worth it.

Bit by bit, he began to rock his hips, pulling his cock slowly from her depths, but never all the way. Just the tip of his rod hugged by her clenching entrance, her muscles pleading with him not to go.

So he didn't, teasing her, leaving his head right in the entrance of her depths, little wiggles and tilts of his hips grazing her walls.

And then he stopped. And thrust to the hilt in one fast, but utterly smooth motion, Carly barely feeling the impact of his hips, but moaning into his mouth from the blissful filling sensation.

There, he lingered again, enjoying the snugness of her canal, but soon began to thrust, rocking his hips back and forth with a lecherous need and a careful pace. He wanted Carly to feel each thrust as much as possible, but as intimately as possible, his efforts so graceful, the friction of his body gently shifting against hers felt like a delicate caress.

She couldn't help the undignified, choked moan escaping into his mouth, her eyes rolling up a little.

Even with a condom on, the feeling of his cock was incredible. It was like he was even more perfect for her than usual.

What wondrous magic had he wrought on her?

Her grip on his rump and his upper back tightened, fingertips starting to dig into his flesh, but if he found it uncomfortable, he didn't show it, only increasing the pace of his motions with an imperceptible grade.

Her fingers curled, raking against his back, no doubt leaving temporary welts behind, but that only made him murmur, as if he enjoyed it.

God damn, she was hopelessly bewitched.

Amon put some flavour to his thrusts, twisting his hips to push his burning length into her walls, grinding against her sensitive contours.

She even felt some distension, just a little, her belly bulging against his gut ever so slightly, whenever he really pushed against her front.

And at no point did his efforts lose that mercurial grace. God, he was incredible.

But as time when by, his pace quickened, adding new layers of pleasure that Carly wasn't quite ready to deal with, but wanted to enjoy all the same.

His balls finally began to smack against the lower part of her sex, and the collision of his hips upon hers became audible, the wet smacking filling her ears.

Not once had their lips parted, even as they shifted more vigorously against each other from Amon's jolting motions.

How could he feel this good? It wasn't even that crazy of sex, and yet every little thing seemed perfect, condom or no condom.

She was getting closer and closer to an orgasm, a roiling in her loins that threatened to send her mad, tightening her grip around him... her hand leaving his rump to hold to the small of her back, her legs creeping up either side of his thighs in its place.

Carly was losing it, she couldn't stand it, she needed this bliss, and she needed it now.

And Amon seemed to sense that, thrusting yet faster, tongue twisting a storm in her mouth, utterly overwhelming her own, Carly left desperate for his kiss at this stage, his skill masterful.

Again, that formless, indistinct countdown throbbed in her head and her loins, drawing to the inevitable climax she was certain was going to be shared. That's how it worked with Amon.

The wet squelching of her pussy tickled her ears, even over the moaning shared between her mouth and his.

Salacious grunts came from his throat, and Carly could feel his throbbing through the condom.

God damn, she needed it.

Her soft parts started to ripple, even her breasts, though squashed down by Amon's body, her nipples poking his skin. And her legs crept further around his waist, wrapping around his hips in a loose grip.

Ready to clamp tight when the time came.

His pace was rowdy now. Still deliciously smooth, but the lurid clapping was filling the room, and her body was jerking with each impact. Amon still managed to gyrate his hips to stir up her innards, with a skill only he seemed to have.

Nobody in her years prior, though small her sample size, even came close to Amon.

She yowled into his mouth... and then, it happened.

With one calculated pause at her entrance, and a swift slam into her depths, Carly was sent over the edge, legs wrapping with a terrible tightness around Amon's hips, locking him in deep.

And the chaotic rippling of her innards accompanied the virile pulsing of his ejaculation, her spasming body massaging his twitching frame, their salacious murmurs still trapped between ever-locked lips.

Amon pushed his cock firmly into her depths with each load he shot forth. Alas, trapped by that confounded barrier of latex. So much warmth, numbed by that sheath.

The amount of disappointment she felt amidst the ecstasy was... surprising, to her. Should she have felt that disappointed he didn't cum inside her? She didn't have any pills, an IUD, nothing. She knew she shouldn't, but the desire was inescapable.

Slowly, Amon's lips left hers, tongue lingering between them and gliding delicately across them as his head lifted away, taking some of the weight off of her.

And after a time, her legs eased their grip, allowing him to pull free of her pussy, its dying quivers a hint of how enduring her climax was, Carly still feeling the electric tingles of its bliss.

She panted hard, Amon only breathing a bit more intensely than usual.

He looked down at his cock, the pale, semi-translucent white of the latex containing a veritable bubble at the tip of a rather surprising amount of cum.

"I'm happy that felt good for you," he said gently, hand moving down to his cock to take off the condom. "I can... stay a while, or leave, if you wish."

Carly didn't answer, still getting her breathing under control, but her head was drowning in hormones and horny juices.

Even if her breathing calmed, her arousal hadn't.

"Carly?" Amon asked again. Prompting her to fix him with an intense stare.

"... my ass."

"What?"

"Fuck me in the ass, please!" Hardly classy, but dammit, she was losing her mind.

Amon offered her a trademark charming smile.

"As you desire, my dear~" he said, and brought his hand to the condom, but to smooth it down.

Only for Carly to grab his wrist.

"No condom," she demanded.

He blinked for a moment.

"Carly, are you sure?"

"I know you're clean, and it's my ass, just... I need to feel you inside me, dammit. I... want to know what it's like..."

She looked away in embarrassment that finally crept through the fugue of ecstasy, still burning high.

But Amon simply smiled and cupped her cheek, easing her woes and further calming her with an affectionate smooch on the lips.

"With pleasure~"

He then stroked his erection further, smearing his cum all over his cock within the condom, lubricating his mast further.

Carly also leaned over and pulled out her bottle of lube to ensure it was a smooth insertion, and when Amon pulled the rubber off his mast and tied it off and dropped it aside the bed, he took the bottle and made sure his cock was extra slick.

She'd taken his hog up the rear before, but for some reason, she was expecting it to be a lot more intense this time.

With his member thoroughly prepared, he helped roll her over on her belly, and a croon involuntarily escaped her lips when he draped himself over her back, slimy cock gliding up her tensing glutes.

His hands slid along her sides and he peppered the sides of her face lovingly, yet she caught hints of his dominant side. It made her shiver and moan.

He teased her a little, gently thrusting his cock back and forth against her buns, smearing lubrication against them, but not enough to leave his dick any less slick.

Eventually, he angled back far enough to tease her back door, prodding it gently, a meek squeak from her lips lost in the mattress, which she was already preemptively gripping.

And then, after a time of this preparatory teasing, he began to push, stretching open her tight canal and filling her with the intense pressure of his specimen.

She whined in strain. And pure delight.

She enjoyed it the first time, and the handful of times since. But now, without a condom, the heat, the slick texture of his cock and its contours... it all felt so raw. So acute. Nothing to numb the sensation.

He was radiating his infernal warmth right into her depths and it was making her feel so good.

The deeper he delved, the more he pushed against her back, pinning her gently with an affectionate dominance.

More whining left her, flinching from his teasing licks to the top of her ear and the occasional suckle on her earlobe, peppering more kisses down her cheek and neck.

Before long, that turgid bone was buried all the way into her ass, the wonderful feeling of fullness better than ever.

It made her crave his cock in her pussy just as much, but through the intense haze of arousal and lust-clouded judgement, she remained firm on that front, though if she ever fucked Amon again, she was definitely finding a moment to do it raw, with the appropriate precautions.

Because this was wonderful.

He rocked backwards, sliding to his glans, the corona keeping him easily trapped inside her rear. And another thrust forward drew another strained groan from her lips.

She felt so vulnerable and powerless beneath him, this primal position igniting some submissive part of her. It just felt so good, so kinky.

And with how graceful Amon could move his hips, undulate his spine, the pleasure she felt was only amplified once he engaged in a steady pace.

Ecstasy slowly filled her again, her pussy staining her bed shamelessly as fresh juices leaked from it, her rump squashing down whenever he pushed to the hilt inside her.

He did so with enough pressure his hips pushed her whole body forward a bit, and tilted her hips from abutting against her glutes.

There was so much latent force against her, a power that just excited her and made her a little scared, but Amon knew how much to exert. Only ever enough to stimulate, never to hurt. Excite, not frighten.

Even his grunts of salacious exertion were sensual to her ears, the man as seductive and graceful as he was powerful.

He began to pick up the pace, rocking his hips as much as possible to pump his cock into her ass with that characteristic fluid grace.

She could feel him leaking precum into her passage... fucking hell, he was leaking so much, so thickly, she could feel it in her ass.

His manhood throbbed enough to be felt too. And every time he pushed all the way, squashing her ass, she felt his balls come to rest upon her taint, minute twitches felt in his sack for the brief moment of contact.

The steady rhythm he adopted earned moans into both the bedding and the air, Carly gripping the blankets tightly, bunching them in her fists.

More than a few whimpers mixed into those sounds of pleasure, though even her whining was ecstatic.

Could the other people hear? Through her horny stupor, she realised she was being loud. Not every moan was lost in the sheets. She could idly hear the mattress creaking. How loud was it when they were fucking before?

Was she going to get complaints from the other tenants? Or awkward stares?

Then again, no one ever heard anything when she was masturbating...

Fuck it, who cared? Not Carly, not in that moment.

Right now, feeling Amon's searing log splitting her rear and stuffing her insides and flooding her with his raunchy precum... Carly was in heaven.

And she was about to ascend further, her innards starting to roil, and Amon's cock starting to throb with a familiar potency.

Only now, so much more delightful without a rubber dulling the sensation.

He got faster now, hips starting to lightly clap against her rump, her glutes jiggling with each impact, her breasts firmly squashed down into the mattress, but every other soft part was starting to ripple.

The intervals between smacks shortened, the same for Amon's lecherous grunting.

It all felt so very primal, and Carly was all for it, eager for his seed while in this submissive position, moaning loudly and feeling, even now, his lips occasionally grace the side of her face.

His tongue felt so hot, and even his breath seemed to smell raunchy and sweet.

She suddenly felt her head tugged and twisted, Amon leaning to one side and craning his neck down, all so they could engage in yet another wicked kiss.

Carly whined in response, but her tongue eagerly took to the dance, tasting his saliva and working her lips away against his.

And it wasn't enough to break his stride, in fact picking up speed, her body jolting that bit harder from every clapping impact.

She had become accustomed to such a hefty member ploughing her by now, able to endure this quickening pace, but that only meant she didn't feel any pain or real discomfort from such a speed.

It was no less intense, and her shrill, muffled moans were a testament to that.

The clapping of his hips upon her rump echoed throughout the room, and if her neighbours could hear, they'd most certainly be red in the face.

The bed creaked louder, and Carly gripped the sheets until her knuckles turned white.

Her next orgasm was so very close now, ready to push her over the edge and send her mad with pleasure.

Amon broke the kiss... and Carly felt her face pushed down into the sheets, Amon grabbing the back of her head.

It was an act of dominance, and one that made her whine harder and more submissively than ever, a thrilling spike of pleasure racing through her body.

Yet there was a gentleness to his touch. He wasn't crushing her head into the mattress, nor was he pulling a fistful of hair.

It was an act of dominance for her delight, not simply his.

How he knew her so well, better than she knew herself, Carly didn't think she was ever going to find out, and right now, she didn't care.

More precum oozed into her canal, throbbing meat pulsing against her walls, the snug grip letting her feel everything so acutely.

His balls slapped into her taint, just barely grazing the tip of her pussy.

She was about to orgasm. The countdown was about to hit zero.

That strange lethargy was in full play, but it wasn't going to numb her in the slightest. Not her pleasure.

No, she was heading for one hell of a crash.

Her shrill cries were the backing to his primal but charming grunting, an obscene chorus that tickled Carly's ears.

But she couldn't hold off forever. And so that crash came spectacularly.

Carly's cries turned into an ecstatic scream, half-smothered by the mattress as Amon pushed her head down into it, just a little, as a low, utterly erotic moan of bliss left him.

And they shared a truly exquisite orgasm, Carly spasming beneath Amon madly, juices sputtering from her womanhood, her walls clenching erratically around his cock.

And he was jerking his hips into her ass, jolting her shuddering body into the bed with every little thrust, releasing an unbelievably big load into her rear, the contractions of his orgasming cock all too easy for Carly to feel even in the heights of her own ecstasy.

It was insane, and yet she was taking it in a stride, even as her mind practically blue screened.

He was filling her up with burning seed, that tingling buzz coiling around her spine and settling on her mind. It seemed to weaken her, but coherent thought was impossible right now.

All that swirled around in her mind was ecstasy, and the euphoria of finally feeling his seed inside her nethers and not her mouth, even if it was her ass.

Amon lingered like that, his cock pulsing even as he stopped pumping ropes into her canal.

Carly wasn't sure how long their shared orgasm seemed to last, because the fugue of bliss seemed to distort time. Just that when she finally did calm down, a wave of exhaustion hit her, and she slumped into the bed beneath Amon.

He laid himself loosely over her, letting go of her head, his panting joining hers.

At length, he offered some words.

"I think that met your expectations~" he remarked with confidence.

"... full marks, A-fucking-plus," Carly answered.

"Well, I studied hard~"

The two shared a chuckle, and then a mutual sigh, Amon's head laying next to Carly's.

"If you so wish, I can... stay, for the night," Amon suggested.

"Mmm... and what of the morning?" Carly asked, some of her faculties returning, along with memories of what kicked this whole thing off in the first place.

"I will go home. You may come with me, and we will have one last chat before we decide on how we continue."

"I see," Carly said, tucking herself up a little. Strangely, she really didn't want that chat to come, even if Amon had erected a whole bunch of dubious red flags earlier. "And what about now?"

"Now? Now, we sleep, and I keep you warm," he answered, tenderly pecking the side of her face.

A tired breath escaped her, shivering and tantalised.

"Mmm... I like the sound of that..."

Her voice grew ever more weary and soft, and by the last word, she basically tumbled into sleep, lulled into its grasp of oblivion by the comforting mass of Amon to her back, warm and soothing, and his arms wrapping around her in a tender embrace...

---

By morning, Amon was already up and dressed, though he hadn't left. Nor had he fixed himself anything.

Carly emerged from the bedroom, dishevelled, half-naked, and bleary-eyed.

Amon, by comparison, looked perfect.

They didn't exchange much in the way of small talk, Amon letting Carly wake up before getting ready to take her around to his place. Possibly for the last time. Possibly not.

Carly really didn't know what was going to happen. Part of her was pleading she tell him to get out of her life, and in most cases, ninety-nine percent of the time, listening to that little voice was usually the smart choice.

And yet, this time, she felt intrigued. Compelled.

She had to see what Mister Farid was hiding.

They took a cab to Amon's place, the driver not making a single remark beyond the overcast weather.

Her passengers remained silent.

They arrived at Amon's townhouse, and Carly trailed hesitantly behind Amon, who was already up the steps.

He noticed, and turned to face her.

"You need a moment?" he asked.

He makes it sound like this was some major emotional event. It really shouldn't have been, but her heart was beating damn fast.

"No... no, I'm good," she answered, and followed him up.

This was going to determine the fate of her relationship with Amon, and yet part of her really felt that there was something more at play, something far different, that she couldn't quite grasp.

Amon nodded to her in that classic charming, friendly way, and opened the door.

Diana was waiting for them, her eyes narrowed.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Carly blurted out in surprise.

Amon, on the other hand, didn't seem at all surprised.

"I guess you had keys cut without my knowing," Amon remarked blandly.

"I won't stand here and have you throw your life away for this... this... low-rate floozy," Diana vowed, her voice both venomous and wavering with desperation.

Carly went to respond with fire of her own, but Amon was already answering.

"Diana, I value our relationship as colleagues, and what we had, but I have told you that I have moved on. I thought you did too. You need to move on, you cannot destroy yourself wanting something so badly when it's no longer yours."

Diana shook her head, angry and tearful.

"I thought I was the one for you, I thought... I thought I was the one who touched the divine! I know you're not what you seem, I know I deserve you!"

"Diana, you need to leave, before I make you."

Diana laughed bitterly.

"Make me? Hah, you couldn't bring yourself to call the police or file a restraining order, or anything like that, you still want me! And I am here, I can give you what you want. We can be perfect together!"

"I didn't do those things because I respected our time together, that we're colleagues, but I'm not going to put up with this. Go home, and move on with your life, or you'll leave me no choice but to ensure this obsession of yours dies. Whether or not you're willing to help yourself."

The threat and danger in Amon's tone, as calm and 'polite' as it was, startled Carly, but he was clearly at the end of his patience with Diana.

But just what did he mean? The way he said it had such power, like whatever he'd do was more than just violence, physical or verbal.

"No, I won't accept this, and I'm not leaving! Not until you admit that you and I are meant to be together!"

Amon took a sudden, strident step forward, Diana stepping back in startled unease.

And his eyes suddenly began to glow with an infernal red-gold light.

"Go home, Diana," he spoke, his voice echoing in Carly's ears, reverberating and multilayered, a deep, inhuman, and yet oddly sensual background tone coming through strongly.

Diana suddenly went stiff. Her jaw slackened, as did her face, though her eyes were wide, making her look surprised. They began to glow faintly, the older woman unable to tear her gaze away.

"It's over. Move on with your life. Find new love. End this campaign against Carly and end your obsession for me. Now go."

Diana's face fell a little, looking a little less startled, but quite like she was in a trance.

And without a single word, she filed past Amon, past Carly without a second look, the light in her eyes fading, but clearly not whatever power Amon had used over the woman, and walked down the street without further incident.

The light in Amon's own eyes died down, and he sighed rather painfully, and offered Carly a tired smile.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, my dear. If you want to leave and never come back, I understand. If not... come, and we may talk. And I will explain things to you."

With that, Amon entered the building, leaving the front door open for Carly to make her decision.

She was utterly stunned; Amon wasn't human.

That, or he had some sort of magical or psychic power. Perhaps other abilities.

A great deal suddenly made sense, but it frightened Carly a little.

To be able to bend another to one's will... it was a terrifying thought. What if he'd been subtly manipulating her from the very beginning? Twisting her thoughts without her knowing, making her do things she'd otherwise not do, without her ever realising.

What if she was already in his power?

Then why was her first thought to run away, like he suggested?

She even took a step backwards, ready to run the whole block until she couldn't.

The only thing that was stopping her... was curiosity. A sense of trust she wasn't entirely sure was uninfluenced, but nor was she entirely she it wasn't.

If she didn't walk through that door, she'd never find out what Amon's deal was. Just who and what he is.

Why he seemed so enamoured with her. Why he was always so polite and charming. Why he was able to make her feel so good.

How he could subjugate Diana so easily with a glowy-eyed glare.

These questions had to be answered, and it was that which drew Carly in. Not any perceived intangible manipulation on Amon's part.

Of course, there was always pure psychology. Amon might've been a master at that too.

Carly was torn on what to do. Until she had an idea.

She fished out her phone, and quickly fired off a few texts; not alarming, but they were, in their own way, a form of insurance.

With that modest security out of the way, Carly steeled herself and took a deep breath... and walked through the threshold into Amon's house, one she crossed many times before.

But now, there was a new sense of peril and mystery to it. One Carly was determined to face head on.