“You like what you see, Mmmmaster?” she purred to me.
“You know damn well I do,” I gruffed out. The demon inside me was raring to be let out.
“Oh is someone a little… pent up?” She giggled. “Well, don’t worry. I’m sure a certain someone would be happy to alleviate some of that stress for you. Now come on, let’s go.”
She got out of the car and stood outside waiting for me. It gave me one last look at her outfit in its entirety. The black, pointy stiletto heels added a few more inches to her height, but more importantly, they helped accentuate her toned legs. Between the heels and the black sheer pantyhose, her legs were something a man could just stare at forever. Of course they had those red-bottom soles – the same style one might find on high-priced Cristian Louboutin. I’d have described them as sinfully sexy.
They looked so damn good on her that I just had to look away, so I brought my gaze up until I was focused on Rayna’s face. She didn’t have any makeup on, and frankly, she didn’t need any. As a succubus, she was the epitome of beauty – especially since she used her shapeshifting abilities to cater to my every desire. The hair she’d chosen to complement the outfit was what really did it for me. Usually, she kept it straight and wavy – that perfect blend of manicured and just-rolled-out-of-bed. There, with her new secretary outfit, it was done up more like Makima’s from Chainsaw Man. Two long side bangs framed her stunning face perfectly. Instead of the rest being tied up in a long braid that reached all the way down her back, it was tied up into a neatly braided bun.
I couldn’t help but compare Rayna’s former and current outfit. In the morning, she’d been dressed as a naughty, slutty, punky schoolgirl. In just a few minutes, she’d switched over into the role of a sinfully sexy secretary that would make any wife worry about their husband wandering off. No matter her outfit, though, she was all mine.
My mind, still filled with raging sex demon hormones, managed to get itself together and allowed me to walk up right beside her on the sidewalk.
“Are you okay, Master?”
“Ya… let’s just get inside before I rip your clothes off.”
“Yes Master; let’s.”
She was smiling the whole way as we greeted the receptionist, made our way past the conference room, and headed straight for the door to my mother’s office. Her loyal assailant Denis was there, manning the front.
“Oh, hello Max, I wasn’t expecting to see you today, and…” he looked over at Rayna. “… who is this lovely creature standing right beside you?”
“Oh, this?” I pointed towards Rayna, “This is Rayna, She’s… she’s a friend of mine who was looking into how to become a realtor. I figured who better to ask than my mom?”
I was kinda proud of myself for having come up with a believable lie before Rayna had for once. I gave myself a mental high-five and looked down at Denis, waiting for him to let us in.
“Oh yes. Your mom would be the best candidate for that. Here, let me see if she’s available.”
He brought up his office phone and dialed her office extension. I found it weird since the door was right behind him, but I guess it was supposed to give off that air of professionalism. My mother picked up, as I’d expected her to, and she demanded that Denis let us in immediately.
“She seems on edge,” Denis said under his breath – more so for himself than for us – but he got up, opened the door, and ushered us in.
My mom’s office was quite large compared to everyone else’s, which made sense, since she was the boss. Big glass windows covered one side, and there was a couch where her clients could sit and peruse the brochures of different model homes that were neatly stacked upon the tasteful wooden coffee table in front of it. If they were not on the couch, then they would be at my mother’s large, executive-style desk, which at that moment was covered in papers. Upon it, rather than at it, sat a slightly disheveled woman. It wouldn’t have been apparent to most people, but thanks to our bond, I could tell right away that she was in serious turmoil.
“Thank you, Denis,” my mom said. “You can go.”
“Of course. Is there anything else you need from me?”
“No, just let me know when my two o’clock arrives.” Unease laced her voice.
Denis nodded at that, a look of unease as well on his face, as he walked out and closed the door, leaving me, Rayna, and Cyn all alone.
For a good, long moment, we were just standing there. Well, I was standing. Mom was sitting on her desk, and Rayna happily plopped herself down on the couch. My mom was so distraught that she didn’t know what to do, or what to say. I guessed she might be thinking that I was angry with her about her previous lover, or would get angry if she offered up any more details. It was frustrating, but I knew I needed to be a proper Master and make the first move. Without any pomp and circumstance, I walked towards her. She was trapped in front of a desk, so she had no place to retreat to. Even if she’d had someplace to go, I would’ve been too fast for her. I quickly reached out, grabbed onto her supple hips, brought her in, and gave her the most passionate kiss I could muster.
She was still at first, but once she parted her lips and let my tongue explore her mouth, her whole stiff exterior began to melt into my embrace. Her once-turmoil-filled bond was awash in lust, longing, and desire. It was as if she was a different person than she had been a mere moment ago. She’d even begun to lean into the kiss and slide her tongue inside my mouth. It was wrong for a son to kiss his mother the way I kissed mine, but we were not just mother and son. I was her Master and she was my slave, and while her new purpose in life was to serve me, mine was to take care of her. The first thing I’d needed to do was to calm her down, and I judged that I was doing a good job of it.
“Better?” I asked, giving her ass a firm squeeze. She couldn’t help but moan at my sudden groping, and her blushing cheeks grew redder. She was embarrassed at the fact that it was her son who’d calmed her down, instead of the other way around.
“Yes.” She nodded and began to straighten herself out.
“Okay, now… tell us what is going on. Why isn’t this guy taking the hint – or, rather, why is willing to try to blackmail you? Is this really just about… you guys having been together?”
Some turmoil and unease returned to her, but it wasn’t crippling her as it had been before. She cleared her throat and offered me something new, at least.
“He’s not the kind of man who’s used to being told ‘no,'” she said. “As you already know, he reacted to it very, very poorly – and I don’t think he’s bluffing.”
My blood started to boil again; the demon in me wanted to kill however the guy was. I tried to breathe through it. Unfortunately, I also had to admit to myself that we weren’t going to get anywhere without more information – information that my demonic side wanted, too. “Just tell me who it is, Cyn.”
“It’s… it’s Thomas Wilkens.”
That made my eyes pop. Thomas Wilkens was a big name in Morrison, mainly because you could literally see his name almost everywhere – on park benches, buildings, and housing developments. Thomas Wilkens was a big-name contractor who either owned or had built half of the buildings in the city. He was also Miley Wilkens’ father. Miley was Brock’s girlfriend.
“You slept with Big Willie?” I asked, using the nickname that he made everyone use. Even on his posters it said, “Thomas ‘Big Willie’ Wilkens.” I hoped it was because he had an inferiority complex, and not because he had a big willie.
Mine is bigger regardless, I said to myself as I processed the fact that my mom had slept with arguably the most powerful man in all of Morrison.
“Yes, honey. He’s the one who’d been giving me the first crack on all of his big housing developments. In exchange, I… would have sex with him once or twice a month. I tried to call it off, but he said that I had no choice, and if I refused then he would stop me and my company from selling any more houses – not just here, but anywhere in the state.”
I actually believed he could do it. I remembered how, in one of the classes I’d taken, we’d spent a whole month analyzing Wilkens’ Construction. My professor had wanted us to learn how a small businessman could expand his business, and how to market and branch out. I knew how vast Big Willie’s reach was. If he wanted to stop my mother from selling a house, then he very well could, and that made me angry. More than angry, I was furious. I was furious that someone would make my mother suffer – make one of my girls suffer. I didn’t care who he was. It could be Thomas Wilkens, the Mayor, the President, the Devil, or even God himself. If any of them decided to mess with one of my slaves, then there would be hell to pay.
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