Finished, Desiree cleared the desert plates from the table, her heavy breasts swaying as she walked and my eyes lingered on her shapely ass as she disappeared back into the kitchen. Dinner was over, and it was finally time to tell Mary where my powers came from. I looked over to my left and saw her heart-shaped face starring expectantly at me. The pink, silk robe she wore had loosened during supper and I could see a dusky nipple perched on a small, freckled breast.
My hand was shaking and my stomach roiled. I breathed in deeply. I loved her and I could share my darkest secrets with her. “You still want to know how I can do the things I do?”
She nodded eagerly.
I sighed. “Well,” I started to say. This was harder than I thought. My stomach was twisted in painful knots. The longer I prolonged this, the worse it grew. Maybe, like ripping off a bandaid, I just needed to get this over quickly. “I made a deal with the Devil,” I blurted out.
Mary blinked. “What?” Confusion marred her face as she furrowed auburn eyebrows.
“Last night, at a crossroad, I made a deal with the Devil,” I replied. “In exchange for my soul, he gave me three wishes. A long, healthy life. Sexual stamina.” I paused. “And, people have to do what I tell them.” Her face contorted in surprise. “I love you. I don’t want to control you anymore. You no longer have to do what I tell you to do.”
There was silence, her face flushed in anger. “So, I wasn’t attracted to you. I didn’t even have a choice. You just told me to spread my legs and I had to do it! Fuck, Mark! Jesus Christ, what the fuck!”
“I’m sorry, Mare,” I whispered. “You were so beautiful and you were so happy to do what I told you to. I made sure you enjoyed it. How many times did you cum today?”
“That makes it better!” she demanded, tears starting to fall, running down her freckled cheeks. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You made me do such depraved acts. And what you made me do to my boyfriend, Mike.” Her body wracked with sobs.
This was going so badly. And she was right, I had made her love me then I made her dump her boyfriend over the phone while I fuck her ass. God, what type of asshole does that.
“I love you, Mare,” I confessed to her. “I think the moment I saw you in the coffee shop I fell in love with you. I was just so lonely, and you seemed so happy doing what I told you, it didn’t seem bad. But, as the day went on, I realized it was wrong of me to tell you what to do, so I’ve tried to not give you direct orders anymore. You tell a slut what to do, not the women you love. I’m so sorry for hurting you. I want you to truly be with me. Not because I made you, but because you love me.”
“And that’s the worst part, bastard!” Mary screamed. “You made me love you! It makes this hurt so much more!”
Relief washed over me for a moment. She still loved me. “Then what does the past matter. All that matters is that we love each other.”
“It’s not real love,” Mary retorted. “Just the poison you fed me!”
“Does it matter how you fell in love with me?” I asked. “Doesn’t it just matter how your heart feels?” I reached out to grab her hand, but she pulled away. “We can be happy together. I can give you whatever you want. I can give you the world on a silver platter!”
She hesitated, doubt conflicting her face. The she steeled herself. “I think it does matter that my love isn’t real.”
“How do you know its not real?” I asked. “How can you tell?”
“I…” she opened her mouth and hesitated. “I don’t know.” Fresh tears overwhelmed her and she sobbed into her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m going to go upstairs and wait,” I told her. “If your love for me out weighs your anger then come upstairs. If not, I love you and I won’t stop you from going. You can take the car, your clothes, anything you want. I promise, I want ever come looking for you. Just, please, think about it. Please?
Mary sat still for a moment and then gave me the merest nod of her head.
Relief washed over me. There was still a chance. “I love you Mary.”
Mary did not answer, just started crying into her hands again. So, I stood from the table and left the dining room, entering the kitchen where Allison and Desiree were cleaning the dishes. Allison looked at me, a supporting smile on her face. “It’ll be okay, Master,” she whispered, hugging me. “Mistress loves you.”
Allison hopeful words made me feel a little better. “Sluts, when you’re finished with the cleaning, retire to the guest bedroom and do not leave until the morning unless you need to use the bathroom.”
“Yes Master,” the both replied in near unison. Then, discontentedly, I headed upstairs to the master bedroom and sank to the floor, leaning back against the bed. And waited.
My heart was beating hard, and seemed stuck up in my throat. I clenched my hands tight. And waited. My ears strained for sounds from downstairs, but all I could here was clatter from the kitchen. Fear and doubt and terror and hope all swirled through my head. God, she was so hurt by the truth. I was such an idiot to release my control on her.
I sighed. No, letting her be free was the only way to truly have her. It would never be a real relationship is she was my slave. But, she still loves me. I just need to hope that her love will win out against her anger. I would pray to God, but I don’ think he would answer me. It was getting harder and harder to breath as the tension squeezed my heart. Minutes ticked by a long as hours. The longer I waited, the worst the conflict between hope and despair grew. Over and over, two phrases began to repeat on a loop in my head, drowning out all other thoughts
Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave.
Again and again, like a needle skipping on a broken record, my mind echoed with those two thoughts. Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave. Hope and despair, love and grief, warred for my soul. My heart pounded. I thought it was going to explode in my chest.
Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave.
The front door opened. A car engine started. Despair slew hope, and love was drowned by grief.
Mary was going to leave.
I sobbed into my hands.
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