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  I spat the rest of my sissy lube onto his dick, then gripped tight on his rod, jerking slowly at first, then quicker. Harrow leaned back in his seat with a deep groan, letting me work him by hand.

  Loophole, I thought to myself. Sucking Harrow’s cock all night was perfectly all right by me, but I wanted to be in his bed, not his car.

  I let the first rope of his cum rise up and hit the steering wheel, then opened my mouth wide to suck up the rest. Did cum stain leather? I had no idea, and I didn’t really care. I didn’t swallow because I was worried about cleanup charges on his rental.

  I just wanted to have his sweet nectar inside me.

  When he finished his orgasm I let go of his cock. Harrow adjusted his boxers and pulled up his pants.

  “Now can we go inside?” I asked.

  He laughed.

  “Of course.”

  To my surprise, Harrow leaned over the console and kissed me.

  “Let’s get you inside, Christina.”

  Chapter 20

  HARROW

  She certainly knew how to make herself at home.

  Slipping out of her pink heels, Christina sauntered around my rented penthouse, sizing up the quality of the art on the walls and the furniture on the floor. She made no disparaging comments about the way the owner had set the place up, but she didn’t make any compliments either.

  “Up to your standards?” I asked from behind the kitchen bar, pouring us both sparkling water.

  Christina snorted. “Whoever owns this place couldn’t afford Inverness Interiors.”

  “Maybe not, but I like the location.”

  Christina turned to look out the window. Her right side, I noted, was her good side. Those sparkling green eyes and curious look on her lips gave her a sensual, mysterious appeal.

  “Where are we, anyway?”

  I took our glasses over to the bay windows where Christina stood.

  “Forum West.”

  She looked at the glass and then at me, both in confusion.

  “This is Forum West?”

  “We’re a bit higher up than most of the service workers,” I admitted. “They don’t get this good of a view.”

  “Still, I…”

  I looked out the window. Inverness Headquarters and the other 15 or so skyscrapers were dimly-lit monoliths in the distance. Nearer to us was the river, and inside that were the many small businesses and restaurants that made up the real core of Femnos’ economy. There were no hedge funds or corporate banks on this side of the river, but when most people thought of Femnos, they didn’t think of low-interest loans. They thought of the food, the art, the music. The culture.

  All of which was created out here in Forum West.

  Christina took a long sip of her drink, her slender neck muscles tight as she swallowed. I watched stare across the vista for a long moment, perhaps realizing for the first time that this was the real Femnos.

  Then she looked down at her drink.

  “This isn’t vodka.”

  I rolled my eyes. Baby steps.

  “Pellegrino, and I need another.”

  Christina looked at me with her mouth set in a straight line. “You know,” she said, taking my glass from me, “When you told me to be ‘obedient,’ this isn’t what I was imagining.”

  “What were you imagining, then?” I asked with a little grin of my own, leaning against the wall and watching her walk back to the bar. She definitely felt my eyes on her, because the heiress stopped in the middle of my rented carpet to wriggle her tight ass at me.

  “Something else,” she said, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder with a smile that demanded attention.

  The thick carpeting muffled my steps. I marched right up behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist. She yelped and dropped the glasses, where they thudded to the carpet unbroken.

  “Something else, huh,” I growled in her ear, running my hand up her stomach. “You spilled water all over my carpet.”

  “That wasn’t my fault,” she said back, breathing heavily, head tilted toward the ceiling, moaning at the kisses I planted up and down her neck. When I got to her jaw, I smiled.

  “And now you’re arguing with me.”

  I led her by the hand over to the couch. First I sat down, then pulled her onto my lap. My cock was immediately hard again, aching for the kind of blowjob I had in the car.

  She’d tasted enough of my jizz for one night.

  Next time I came, I’d cream pie her sissy ass and make her mine.

  Christina turned her head toward me, smiling with her eyes shut like a nude model in love with the camera. I lifted the hem of her dress up to her hips.

  “You need a spanking,” I said.

  Her eyes immediately opened and her jaw went agape.

  “A what?!”

  Before she could leap off my lap, I tossed her onto her stomach with her ass in the air, exposed to the high ceilings, her panties half-bunched between her cheeks.

  “Consider it an attitude adjustment,” I said, running my hand up and down her cheeks. The feel of her juicy ass and her own little bulge pressing against made my vision start to blur. All the blood must have been rushing down to my crotch.

  “What if I don’t want to be spanked?” She asked, clenching her cheeks.

  “Then you use your safe word.”

  “Which is?”

  I hesitated for a moment.

  “Calamari.”

  Christina stopped wriggling for a moment.

  “That idiot waiter forgot my calamari balls!”

  That didn’t count as a safe word so I brought my palm down quickly on her sissy ass, relishing the sound of the smack, the quick in my palm, and the whorish moan that escaped from her lips.

  “He’s not an idiot,” I said, rubbing her pinkened cheek. “He dropped the to-go bag off with our tea.”

  Christina probably expected someone else to carry the bag for her. Me, I suppose.

  Like hell if I’d play assistant to my sissy. I’d teach her where she belonged.

  Another swat to her left cheek had Christina arching her back, the bulge in her panties growing by the second. I ran my hand along her shaft and balls, teasing the bulge harder before gripping her cock over her panties and giving her ass a few quicker spanks. Her boi-clit throbbed with each one.

  “How are you so good at this,” she moaned, pushing her palms against the couch, arching her back in the most fuckable posture I’d ever seen.

  “I’ve got a lot I like here.” I pulled down her panties slowly, eager to land one last cocky hand on her pert, plump, reddened ass.

  But the moment I see that beautiful pink pucker staring back at me between those two perfect globes, I was struck stupid.

  My cock pressed firmly up against my zipper, almost painfully aching for release. No way my rod could fit in that tiny hole.

  Not yet, at least.

  I slipped a finger into Christina’s mouth, stretching my arm across her lithe, tense back. To my pleasure she eagerly popped my digit into her mouth and showed me those oral skills that made me fall under her spell in the first place. I added the middle finger after a few moments, making sure I was well-lubed with sissy spit for what I intended to do next.

  Christina didn’t ask what I WAS doing. She didn’t ask why, and she didn’t even look back at me with a questioning expression. She just did as I want, obedient and gracious and wanting.

  Just like a good sissy should be.

  I pulled my fingers out of Christina’s mouth, leaving a little desperate gasp in its wake. She jiggled her rear at me, Maybe to tease me.

  I gave her one finger, slowly, breaching that tight little boihole knuckle by knuckle.

  Making her mine.

  Chapter 21

  CHRISTINA

  The moment I felt him inside me, I knew there was no going back.

  I’d stuck things up there a few times before - once, the end of a toothbrush gave me the best self-orgasm I’d ever had. This was only gl
ancingly like that Oral-B anal experience. I couldn’t control the pace or depth of what Harrow was doing. I couldn’t even turn around - all I could do was bury my face against a decorative throw pillow and moan whorishly while he played with my ass.

  Actually, there was one thing I could do - push my hips back against his finger and take even more than he was willing to give. That was my only way of acting up - giving myself even more of what he wanted.

  Well, if he wanted a sex pet, he certainly got a good one. Wasn’t hard to tell from the cobra in Harrow’s pants that he was enjoying my deflowering almost as much as I was.

  And I was in fucking heaven.

  I lifted my face off the pillow when Harrow added his middle finger to my ass. This one didn’t carry the sweet-yet-painful bliss of the first; all I felt was him pressing against my prostate and my dangling sissy clit throbbing with every push. If I didn’t know better I would’ve thought I could cum from ass play alone.

  I knew better.

  Didn’t I?

  “Harrow,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

  “Try again.”

  I let out my deepest moan yet when Harrow’s fingers parted, his flying-V stretching my hole so wide I was seeing delightful pink stars.

  “PLEASE,” I shouted. “Please fuck me in my ass!”

  His fingers slid out.

  “The lady gets,” he said, undoing his belt, “what the lady wants.”

  All I could think about in those jingling moments between him taking off his buckle and the first real cock in my ass was this: maybe I shouldn’t have blown him first. Since he’d come less than an hour ago, he could probably go a lot longer now.

  I swallowed my trepidation and lifted my ass into the air, sitting on all fours on the couch. He knelt between my legs, rubbed my cheeks for a moment, then guided his cock against my stretched hole.

  “Do you just carry condoms and lube with you?” I moaned, feeling the slick head of his cock rub against my pucker.

  He let out a grunt, pressing his tip inside of me.

  “Everyone has secrets, right?” He whispered, giving me a kiss on the side of my neck that nearly made me melt.

  Sure, everyone has secrets.

  When you’ve got a man’s cock inside you, it’s kind of hard to hide anything.

  Once Harrow filled me with his dick, I knew I was free from everything.

  No secrets. No lies.

  Only hot passion, right there on his couch.

  We found our rhythm almost instantly. If my mouth could make a perfect seal around his dick then my ass must’ve been the sheath for his rock-hard sword. All he had to do was slide into me over and over again to keep my cock flopping up and down, beating against my smooth abdomen. My toes clenched and I dug my nails into the armrest, focusing on making him cum for me inside of his condom.

  Harrow gripped my hips and pulled me hard down against his hilt. I squealed and felt the first burst of precum drip out of my cock, spilling wherever it may have fallen - onto the couch, or onto the discarded dress that cost considerably more than the furniture.

  I could cover the dry cleaning, but I couldn’t cover the slutty look on my face. Not when Harrow leaned down to tilt my head to the side and kiss me full on the mouth. His cock was between my lips and his dick was between my cheeks.

  Just like I was meant to be.

  I could feel him start twitching inside of me. The feeling was strange, but totally exciting. My man was about to come - for me! I’d done that! As tired and sore as I was from being on all fours for so long, I worked hard for him, gyrating my hips around his dick, coaxing every last drop of that sweet man milk out. Right as he was to use a condom, I still felt a twinge of regret. What would it feel like to have another man come inside of me?

  He gave me the next best thing.

  Harrow pulled out and flipped me onto my back. I immediately began to jerk myself. How could I not, looking up at that granite slab of a man with a cock as hard as his abs. He didn’t seem to mind, especially not when he pulled the condom off and let me see his beautiful uncovered cock from where I was meant to be: underneath him.

  “Fuck you’re beautiful,” he groaned, jerking himself rapidly until the first rope of sperm jetted out of his slit. The white cream hit me full on the lips. I licked it up, eager for another taste of him. The flavor I thought I’d lost tasted all the sweeter now that we had each other - especially now that he knew who I really was.

  And I knew him.

  When you watch a man jizz over you, you know what he’s about.

  I shut my eyes and focused on the taste, along with the warmth of the rest of his cum spilling over my body. By the time I was done, I couldn’t tell his jizz from my own.

  All I knew was that I was tired, stretched, and absolutely, 100% an owned sissy girl.

  My Master laid down on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his broad back, ran my tongue over my lips to clean them off, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

  “Thank you, Harrow,” I moaned in his ear. “Thank you.”

  Chapter 22

  HARROW

  We laid like that for a while.

  I couldn’t remember the last time my head had been so clear. Ever since I was young, my life was one problem after another. Finding away to keep my family fed once my dad died. Getting straight As in every advanced course I took. College, with all its internships and course loads and heavy student loans. And then Renault, working my way up to a Partnership.

  All that, and I’d never been so damn nervous in my entire life when I came to Femnos. My first time out of the US, and my first merger negotiation, all in one. The stakes were enormous. I tried not to let it get to me, knowing it would if something unexpected happened.

  Something did.

  Christina.

  With her soft skin against my own and her calm, beautiful smile on that angelic face, nothing else mattered when we were in each other’s arms.

  Nothing, at least, until her button nose began to twitch.

  “You’re all sweaty,” she said in that same impish voice I’d heard that night at the club. “Ewwww,” she teased, poking me in my side.

  “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

  “I don’t, you smell like - HEY!”

  Tickling Christina was almost as fun as spanking her. She was extra sensitive after coming and could barely muster the energy to writhe and squirm underneath my mass, trying in vain to avoid my probing fingers that moved up and down her bare stomach and the straps of her bra.

  “Quit it!” She cried, feebly slapping at my chest with those dainty fingers.