Chapters Quint Boss Part 2 Crossed Wires
Karen awoke to an empty bed, and she didn’t know what the hell she had expected.
As the vaguely vivid colors of her dreams evaporated to the blank, quiet morning and the persistent need to yawn, Karen chided herself for letting her guard down, for expecting more, for being so forward so soon after the disastrous end of her last assistant.
Of course the flake from work would just up and leave in the middle of the night, she thought. He hadn’t picked up any of her signals all yesterday, or for the week prior, and even though he was a good fuck — a great one, she begrudgingly admitted — there was no way a guy like him could understand her life, accept her as she was. He hadn’t even covered her properly, the prick!
Karen determined then and there, she was going to let him have it when she got into work. She couldn’t fire Fergus for this, HR would have a fit, but dead to rights, he was going to regret this one-night-stand more than she would!
Focusing on the ‘time’, an unfamiliar thought told her it was 7:14 in the morning.
“Eva where the hell are you? I need to get ready for work. 7am wakeup, has it ever been any different?” SENT
From what little she could discern for herself, the sheets were just barely covering her chest, at risk of slipping down to her belly. She didn’t usually sleep in the nude, wearing a tight tank-top at least, but not today. The room had a neutral chill to it, windless, empty, and she focused hard on the thermostat to adjust the temperature up a couple degrees. It responded with a confirmation that she had been heard, slightly foreign, slightly painful. The first few pings of the day always caught the augmented woman off guard, feeling that little invasion of her one remaining sacred space. Before long she felt the air start to circulate, sending goosebumps and shakes across her compact body.
But it was just the central heating, not the faint breeze of someone like Eva walking by. Or fucking Fergus. For a bitter second she was thankful to be blind, the old Karen would have never put up with someone so clueless for long enough to learn how good he was in bed. Yet why the hell had he left?
There weren’t any texts waiting for her, she could feel that much, and she barely held herself back from sending the ruinous thoughts worming through her fuming head.
No, not head, Karen thought, but the quintuple amputee had long-since flown a white flag trying to root out all the body-normative sayings she let slip on the daily. She wondered impatiently just how many years it would take her to get used to this situation… more than a decade, it seemed. She would have been her assistant’s age when—
Karen felt a jab in her thoughts and she squirmed in bed, the sheets brushing across her smooth hips and tickling at the slit between. It was Eva.
Sorry Ms. Clyne, your friend is making us some breakfast, I’ll be right up.
So he hadn’t left.
Karen steadied herself, as she always had to when realizing the world around her was yet again diametrically opposed to what she had guessed. This wouldn’t do.
Create a group message to Eva and Fergus, “So you’re both talking in my home without me. Masters of courtesy you are.”
Good morning to you too, I wanted to let you sleep. You know I’ve never put eggs in a blender before.
A blender, first thing in the morning… Karen could live without hearing…
“Since when are you in charge of my morning routine, Fergus? Those are my eggs youre blending.”
No, I couldn’t sleep so I ran out early to get some groceries. All you have in the fridge is formula and smoothie bottles.
Bleh, Karen still had a small patch of her tongue left in the end of her throat, right near the opening, and the formula didn’t inspire much love from that last remnant of her lost sense of taste. It got the job done, though. Luckily, Eva alternated the simple vitamix with warm soups and broths, but they must have been out.
A hand touched Karen’s shoulder and she shook in silent surprise. It was hard to have two conversations going at once. The house around her was suddenly feeling very busy.
“Eva, bath, now! I will be late if you don’t pick up those damn feet.”
It seemed her carer had gotten the message as the covers were pulled off her tiny form, but a pair of panties were easily slipped over her hips, the central strip having to be positioned so her privates stayed that way. What was Eva doing?!
“I don’t need these! Wash me!”
But Karen received no reply as she was sat up onto her hips, feeling a loose cotton shirt pulled over her with the familiar coolness in the armpits and neck, before being picked up into Eva’s recognizably-gentle grasp, feeling her chest press up against her assistant’s and her mons rest right on the carer’s hip bone in a shamefully satisfying way, while the younger woman’s arm wrapped around her, steady, safe, three feet in the air with nothing to break her fall if Eva slipped. But she never had in two and a half years of dedicated service.
She had also never disobeyed an order.
“Where are we going? I told you I need a bath!”
Karen was confident she smelled ripe after the three rounds of passion the night before. She had been told armpits didn’t really smell if they were uncovered like hers, but she had no way of knowing, and that’s not really what she worried about anyway. Eva was silent as they walked… Karen couldn’t make out direction if she tried, but the vibration of each step bumping into her pussy was maddeningly distracting.
There was no response, the phone was likely in Eva’s pocket. Fuck.
The truth was, on a normal morning the two barely talked. She liked Eva for her efficiency, never leaving her client idle for longer than a few moments, having everything ready and in place seemingly before Karen was even awoken. And being deaf and blind, Eva could work for hours in preparation and Karen would be none the wiser. That “feature” had been comforting until she realized Fergus had been up for an hour or two, wandering her house without her, knowing more about the contents of her fridge than she did.
Eva’s gentle hands set her down in what felt like one of the high chairs at the kitchen island. She wasn’t totally sure, she hadn’t sat there in ages. Karen nervously squirmed, feeling her bare butt cheeks slipping off the unfamiliar perch…
“Eva!” “Eva!” “Eva!” “Eva!” “Eva!”
But her carer was already fastening a belt to keep her in place, cinching it tight, secure around her waist. Karen breathed a sigh of relief and her breasts rested on the countertop, cool through the t-shirt.
Good morning. Fergus’ heavy hand touched her shoulder, warmly, and Karen found herself not immediately shrugging it off, waiting for what his other hand had to say. I’m going to feed you breakfast and then I promise I’ll get out of your hair.
Karen frowned, or thought of frowning. Food came last in her routine, not first. And yet…
“Fine. This better not sour my stomach. You two use your phones. Don’t talk over me. Eva, answer your damn phone when I speak to you. Fergus, I thought you had left already.”
I thought texting might wake you up.
“Well you didn’t ask, did you?”
He asked when I walked in, but we got to talking.
It was incredibly difficult to discern the text streams coming into her thoughts, especially so early; who was who, etc, so Karen had to just take it contextually. And she picked up on more than anyone could guess a woman in her situation would, that was her secret to success in business: her perceptual ability — or more accurately her ability to infer in lieu of perceiving all the details a head with all its senses might. The lowered expectations helped too.
For example: Eva, who was always so professional and efficient, had now totally lost track of time and potentially left her phone in the kitchen, her one lifeline to her client. The only variable was Fergus, so either Eva was easy or Fergus was good-looking. Karen didn’t know why she cared, it didn’t necessarily matter what he looked like. The way he held her yesterday, dashing out of the building, getting in her home, fulfilling almost every request she sent without even looking at her messages, it had almost wholly satisfied what few senses remained. He probably was quite handsome, then…
Oh you’re wearing the shirt I tried to put you in last night. It looks good on you.
Karen squirmed in her seat, hoping her collar light wasn’t blinking any faster in lieu of a blush. He had seen more of her than she had let anyone but Eva in… months. Speaking of which, the carer scooted her chair back and Karen’s breasts fell off the lip of the—
She distinctively felt her nipples clip the edge of the stone. They were rock hard. They had been tenting her shirt the whole time! He had been making fun of her and Eva was covering the evidence of her distractions. That fucking adolescent, where did he get off??
“It’s cold in here! Breakfast. Now. I don’t have time for this.”
The distinctive click of her esophageal hatch opening cut through the imagined chuckles her two employees were undoubtedly having at her expense, but that was soothed by a warm slurry getting poured down her throat, slowly but steadily. The little taste she gathered didn’t seem egg-like, but that didn’t say much. Regardless, it was pleasant. Gradually she felt more and more full, breathing steadily out of the other port’s filter as she “ate”, imagining swallowing so her body would accept the chunky stream of foodstuffs.
Fergus held her shoulder, right on the faded scars, the place where sensations collided and her arm ceased to be. His hand was steady. Was she just imagining their heckling? They weren’t texting. Oh, Karen hated second-guessing herself like this!
“Eva, can you go draw a bath? If I’m going to be late, I want to make it count.”
Yes Ms Clyne. Eva patted her shoulder to indicate she was leaving.
Karen ‘nodded’ her neck forward, the trained cue to feed more, and Fergus followed suit, pouring more in, shifting his hand to hold the base of her neck steady, firm.. It tasted better on a second helping, but still whatever receptors remained didn’t quite taste the eggs. She twisted her chest side to side to say “no more”, suddenly aware of how such a simple gesture of refusal agitated her breasts without proper support. It wasn’t good to eat too much before a bath, and she didn’t need much these days, anyways.
“You’ve got some nerve taking over my morning like this.”
You asked me to stay the night.
“Is it still dark out, Fergus? Please do let me know. Silly me can’t really tell these days.”
Didn’t you say something about sweet and cuddly texts?
“You filled that prescription last night. Now it’s expired.”
I’ll have to visit the doctor’s again soon, then.
Karen barely stifled a chuckle. He was being far too corny for how early it was. “Get out of my house Fergus. If you’re at work after me I’ll have you replaced.”
Karen’s assistant and lover brought his warm lips to the crook of her neck, or what was left of it, just where she had asked him to last night, kissing, exploring, enjoying her skin, and she felt the familiar tightness grow warm against the pressure of her seat. He reached below the countertop and gently pinched one of her still-firm nips, making her emit a harsh gasp out of her neck.
This was… too much! His hands cradled her waist below the security strap firmly, confidently, his kiss hot and all-encompassing across her reduced surface area. Karen’s furnace lit anew and so did her frustration. At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to concentrate in the slightest all day!
Just when she was about to shrug him off as violently as a limbless torso could, his touch left her, vanishing back into the emptiness around her.
Yes ma’am.
She was alone again before she could even imagine the door closing, isolated in her own home, the moisture of his kiss now too cool in the empty air. Collecting herself, Karen called for Eva to get her ready for the day.
“And put on a pot of coffee already.”
The boss settled her butt into the comfy office chair she had bought last week, her rear firmly planted, in control. She had to admit, the hip fillers keeping her lower terminus round and taut had been a stroke of genius by the surgeons who had saved her life all those years ago. As someone who now spent her life sitting, she rarely minded anymore.
Karen waited impatiently, the mere moments since Eva’s touch had left her slipping by, moments wasted. Her phantom limbs had long-since evaporated, but still she imagined tapping her foot. How it might echo in the—
The warm hand on her shoulder still startled her, residual neck muscles tensing instinctually to ‘look’, turning nothing but the metal collar slightly left, her lights flickering in surprise. Karen instead focused on the phone she had given him, not so much connecting as suggesting it say:
“You’re late. You were made well aware of the repercussions.”
Karen knew her intentions wouldn’t be clear to Fergus, and to a certain degree they were also a mystery to herself. Was she coy or sincere? She was undoubtedly still his supervisor, but would he be more than her employee? Their working relationship had to be renegotiated, but hopefully not here.
You’re one to talk, it’s half past ten. Also I was sitting at my desk when you rolled in.
“I was at the dentist.” Karen thought before stifling a laugh. It would only shake her chest for him and make her messages come out practically dyslexic. Another side effect.
Damn it. Your cover is better than mine.
“Let’s hear it, then. As your direct report, I have the right to know.”
I was too enamoured with my new pillow. Couldn’t get out of bed.
Karen was taken aback, but with nothing else to do she just froze in place, her breath even hitched a bit. His pillow?? Fergus’s hand on her shoulder went from warm to oppressive in an instant. She remembered his… presence in bed, his body heat emanating from somewhere to her left. The few times Fergus had tried to wrap her in his arms and cuddle her in place, she had shrugged him off and twisted and squirmed restlessly, his furnace too hot to bear, her steamy exhalations reflected back by the overhang of his head, her collar even partially blocked by his actual pillow. Fuck that.
She was ready for jokes… but not this.
“Get out.”
I don’t understand.
“You’ve already proven you don’t. Now turn on my computer, open up my emails and get out. Get me some coffee, and take your time.”
Karen sat there and waited. To her, he was already gone, but she knew he was likely feet away, fiddling with the startup, or Outlook, or something taking far too long, before she finally felt the presence of her screen reader… somewhere. She asked it to start. It was a damn pain since all the text came in at once without Fergus’s synopses.
[FILE] [EDIT] [VIEW] [HELP] [WINDOW 1] [SEND] [OPEN FIRST EMAIL] Hello Ms. Clyne, we’d like to extend an invite to join our “Limbless in Business” Luncheon scheduled for—
“RSVP Unavailable.”
The rest of the day went by in a state of unbearable tension. Karen thought she would be above it, able to tune it out, but Fergus eventually sauntered back in to sit… somewhere close, following every instruction with only mild and occasional ineptitude, like he had before yesterday.
And yet she couldn’t get a read on him.
The young man who had made her breakfast and provoked such… sensations that had her chest fluttering begrudgingly all morning was… gone. Perhaps she had reacted too strongly.
He fed her coffee, water, or her liquid lunch when asked, and around midday he picked her up when she wanted to give her butt a break. This was requested without ulterior motives, but it was something she wouldn’t have dared to ask even yesterday, so Karen knew it could be misconstrued — a part of her wanted it to be misconstrued — but there was nothing extra, no wandering, teasing hands like at breakfast, no desperate fumbling grip like yesterday. He held her more firmly than Eva, but no less gently, respectfully.
Again, Karen reconsidered her earlier sharpness.
The torso squirmed in his hands and asked to get back to work.
Her once-hapless assistant usually offered these pitiful little smalltalk attempts, non-sequiturs she couldn’t even give the time of day, since she knew how slow his thumbs were. Today he offered nothing until it was almost five, almost time to leave.
So am I going to have to spill coffee on you again to ask you out to dinner?
“What do you mean?”
I would like to take you to Dorsia tonight.
Finally, after a whole day of unease, silence, cool professionalism unlike ever before, this is what Fergus had in mind? To parade her in public?! This man— this boy, was fucking dense, selfish, indecipherable. He didn’t even understand what he was asking of her.
The torso squirmed in her seat, wondering if her distaste was visible.
“That’s a terrible idea. Literally every reason to go would be lost on me.”
Karen waited for his response for a heartbeat and a half before deciding she wasn’t interested regardless. He didn’t have a chance to type two words before she added:
“Will you make sure Eva has no problem getting in?”
That was that. Fergus would know Eva had a keycard. He would know she was dismissing him. He likely stormed out the door, petulant boy. The feeling of his cock last night filling her was a reminder he was hardly a boy, but Karen was pissed, and whatever had made him dream up such a stomach-turning idea, that’s not what this was.
‘A date out at Dorsia,’ what a joke! She wouldn’t subject herself to that many eyes, ever. And not with a junior-fucking-associate one-night stand.
Eva arrived at 5:30 precisely, as always, to pick Karen up — literally. It was always good for morale when a manager left last, but the true purpose was to reduce the number of eyes on her young assistant holding the middle-aged torso and walking her to her car. That’s why she was horrified to feel the subtle vibrations and palpitations of Eva talking and laughing while in her arms.
“Eva, who is it?”
The laughing stopped, followed by a jostling of the compact human luggage the carer was holding to get her phone out. Karen felt a bout of vertigo flare up, along with fully-justified fear of heights.
“Don’t you dare drop me!”
One delicate hand gripped her buttcheek a little too firmly, slipped, then suddenly she was passed into another pair of hands!! What the—
Fergus is here. Making sure you weren’t left alone. I think we should go back to using the wheelchair, maam.
Held firmly in his arms as he walked… then waited… then felt the sudden rush of the elevator descending… Karen realized she was leaning into him tightly as her stomach turned, hopelessly disoriented. It was only once they had finally ceased falling that Karen felt a tight, confused ball of emotions in her gut. He had waited… but it was his job… but he waited.
Was it for her, or to talk with Eva again? Maybe the two had hit it off that morning, she couldn’t know. Karen couldn’t believe she was jealous of her carer, but she felt so irrational lately, her pinhole lens to the world so clouded and uncertain!
One thing was certain, Fergus wasn’t going to allow her to scare him off.
Karen held strong that entire walk, but as soon as she was firmly secured in her car-seat in Eva’s backseat, and the young man’s hands left her, and the slight compressive pulse of the door closing shut vibrated through her, it felt like a full stop at the end of a long, disjointed sentence.
It couldn’t have been more than two blocks before she was talking, thinking in Fergus’ general direction.
“Isn’t Dorsia from that movie about the serial killer?”
Dont text driving.
I’m not driving, in case it wasn’t obvious, so I’ll talk all I like. Just pull over.
I am off the clock, Ms Clyne.
Oh, so she was Ms Clyne now? Karen tried a few more times but knew it was no use, relegated to enjoy her quiet, dark, rumbling ride home in incessant peace. Whatever outlet her thoughts had was left buzzing on his dashboard.
It was much later, somewhere in her living room, Karen sat in her comfiest chair as each word of Easton-Ellis’ infamous novel trickled into her head.
She wore nothing but a sports bra and some sewed-off leggings — which were more pouch than pants at this point — the gently-circulating air cooling her skin as the sweat of her exertions evaporated slowly. Her ebook was much more engaging than the beat of her digital trainer had been, jamming her thoughts with endless rhythmic commands as the reduced woman had tensed and twisted on the floor for an hour, Eva helping here and there.
The yoga mat helped some, but it was still hard to let herself just relax, left there on the cold hard ground to do her workout. Karen’s tiny body didn’t twist like it used to, and her muscles ached.
Then again, she was sore for sure, but she had skipped her exercise routine the day before. Or did fucking count?
Her brain was far sorer, as a whole day of messages getting injected into her train of thought made the inane ramblings of a vain businessman in the 1980s all the more abrasive.
Karen ached for the ability to skim a book like she had done in her youth, but the primitive e-reader she had in her collar, her one form of direct entertainment, wasn’t made for more than the handful of people in the world with her… condition. It was clunky at best, and slow.
“Stop.” Karen begged.
Stop what?
The reply startled her. This had happened yesterday. When she became tired or distracted, wires got crossed. Now the stream of prose had indeed stopped, only for another voice to interject.
“Eva? Is it dinner time already?”
No, this is Fergus.
Damn it. “Disregard.”
A heartbeat.
Another.
A tense breath slipped from her neck, puffing into the chasm of uncertainty that hovered over her. Karen felt the gears turning in her head again, the endless second-guessing of his intentions or his perception of her. Living in this state of indecision and flux was fucking unbearable!
“Let’s get something straight. I asked you to do me a favor yesterday. That was a very intimate request. It doesn’t mean you’re going to parade me around like any other woman. I am not a normal woman, obviously, but I’m also your boss, like I said yesterday… awkward. For you and me both. We are not going out. I’ve done that whole wine and dine charade years ago, I don’t care to repeat it.”
Karen surprised herself by saying too much, too fast, her carefully-trained attention drifting enough to “say” what she was really thinking again.
Fair enough, lol. I could skip all the normy stuff, honestly.
“Keep saying ‘lol’ and we can skip the rest too. But yes, that’s what I’m saying. This doesn’t. No. I don’t fit the template, so let me do the leading until you get your hands on me, got it?”
I can do that.
“Good. Now, I want to know what you were saying last night.”
What do you mean?
“I’m deaf, Fergus, not dumb. I could feel you speaking when you were lifting me on your lap.”
There was a long pause. He had definitely said something and it was dirty, something he didn’t want Karen to hear. She had to make sure he knew she was game, even though she had put a damper on his ridiculous dinner idea.
“Or did you forget lifting me by my tits, up and down, as I stroked your cock?”
I most definitely did not forget that.
“Good. Let’s hear it, then.”
Another pause.
I called you a sex-toy.
Karen froze again, suddenly feeling her exposed skin catch a chill, the dark silence pressing in a little closer. A sex-toy… a pillow… a thing…
The one upside of losing her head for Karen had been never catching sight of her new body, even though she knew it — and its limits — so well by now that she could practically “see” it in her mind’s eye; the only eye she had left… a torso with nearly nothing above the shoulders, dressed up in a costume of conformity, wriggling like a fucking worm on the floor… being picked up the few feet it took to sit on her own loveseat. It was enough to make her close that eye tightly, just keep moving forward…
But at heart, Karen still saw herself as a full woman — albeit in a smaller package — and this was a vicious reminder otherwise.
But Fergus didn’t mean it viciously… he was respectful and helpful, or so it seemed. He could have left early that morning when he woke up, he could have driven home when she dismissed him after work, he could have taken advantage of her any number of times last night. Yet he hadn’t. He didn’t get points for not raping her, but it didn’t hurt his luck.
Karen sobered for a second and let her emotions clear to reveal her true feelings: she hated her vulnerability and helplessness — yes — the lack of connection. She always had. It was the only thorn in her side that hadn’t dulled over the years, and usually she would loathe being objectified even further… but Karen didn’t really hate the thought of being a sex-toy or a pillow to Fergus…
She hated that she was starting to get off to the idea.
“Oh really, is that all? Fucktoy has a better ring to it, no? I thought you would be calling me a worthless cunt for all the hell I put you through in the office.”
Wait. Are you just making my life hard to get my dick harder?
“No. Maybe. Is it working?”
You’re such a bitch.
That’s the stuff. He needed a bit of hand-holding (from the least-qualified person imaginable) but he was getting there. The torso on her chair squirmed a bit, her hips twitching, vaginal muscles tightening around nothing. If only she had her—
“That’s it.”
What?
Oh shit, Karen felt herself slip again, letting her mind dwell in dirty places that had been off-limits for so long. She had to take control of this situation, and she had an idea.
“You’re such a slow learner, Fergus. I still can’t believe it took you so long to even feel me up. I really am just a few holes and some soft middle bits aren’t I?”
You think you’re worth getting fired over, slut?
Ooph, a bit tacked-on but he was learning quick.
“Happened before.”
Of course. I’m probably the latest in a long line of assistants who’ve had their way with you after hours, aren’t I? I saw how wet you were, lying there on your bed. I could just stare at you leaking and blow gently, tease you, watch you squirm, useless…
The cool air almost knew what it was doing as it tickled Karen’s skin, and she felt a hot density grow, pressure pulsing in her groin, trapped by the tight spandex wrapped around her hips and bum. As hard as it was to get words out of him over text, he could write…
What was Wade’s favorite position?
Oh, that question was out of left-field. Was he jealous now? Disappointing.
“Wade never made it this far, and he never would have, if I’m being honest. Insufferable.”
Then whoever brought you coffee in your last job, I’m sure.
“Nope. Hate to break it to you, Fergus, but the last guy I enjoyed was Eva’s predecessor, months ago. Over a year now. And yes, he got fired for it. Taking advantage of a client is a very grave offense, you know.”
Unconscionable. I’m sure my position is safe, though.
“If you keep up your performance from last night, we’ll see. But is this all worth the risk? Can you keep my cunt satisfied? Its quite important to a little sex toy like me, you know.”
Karen felt like she was on the edge of her seat, nothing to lose. She had never referred to herself ‘out loud’ in such denigrating terms, but it was exciting, reminding her of dirty words whispered in her ear in the heat of a passionate night, long ago.
Karen let him suck on that for a heartbeat or two before adding. “Or will an email slip to HR?”
I write all your emails, not happening.
“You really think I’m that helpless, I can fucking text you with a single thought, you imbecile.”
You are that helpless. I’ve seen it. You spit-up down your own chest if you drink coffee too fast. You don’t even know when I’m in the room. I could be there in your home right now, couldn’t I?
Karen twisted her chest in a futile reflex to ‘look’, before realizing of course she was still alone; Eva was likely a room or two over, cooking up a brothy soup for the next week’s lunches, or she was on her phone waiting for her next task. Karen was too invested here to ponder. Fergus continued:
I mean, when’s the last time you got off by yourself? I’m sure your insatiable cunt misses that, doesn’t it?
Karen smiled inside. Fergus was right, her emptiness was so untenable sometimes it practically ached, but he had walked right into her trap.
“Don’t get so cocky. Not as long ago as you might think.”
There was a pause, his thumbs were truly dragging.
I’m all ears.
“That makes one of us.”
Ha. You actually have me curious, how do you masturbate…?
Karen took a breath. She had his full attention now, and had to pay such a peek into her privacy the respect it deserved, making him wait, before her thoughts slipped to back then…
“Lucas, that handsy carer, became just a bit over-excited the first time I asked him to finger me in the bath for a bit of relief. I was so tense, you see. My last job was much worse. You think your co-workers are imbeciles, you have no idea.”
I never said that.
“Oh. Well now you know, they are. Anyways, I got his hopes up, and before long he offered more than just his hands. Bedtime with him became a treat, then a ritual, and for the first time since my accident I could sleep soundly with a good fuck, often. It became as regular as my melatonin, and way more effective. There’s nothing quite like it.
“But Lucas didn’t work every day. He had some nights off and another carer would check in on me, Eva, before I knew her as well. But I still needed a night cap, and you used to be right. There was nothing I could do. Lucas saw this, made a few orders, and got poor little me some toys. A vibrator, of course, along with some ben-wa balls that I could play with all on my own while he was away. It takes time, and a mountain of concentration, but it gets me there. How do you think I held you so firmly last night? I’m probably out of shape by now.”
Wow. Why didn’t we play with those last night?
“Because they’re lost.”
What do you mean?
“When Lucas got ahead of himself and started slipping fingers and more when he wasn’t asked, I got rid of him and swore never to go there with a carer again. Either he took the evidence of his misdeeds with him, or they are still in a box somewhere in my house. He used my card, so if they’re gone we can add stealing to his resume.
“But there’s no way for me to look around, obviously, and I’m damn well not asking Eva.”
I’ll be right over.
Well, that was easy.
“Eva, how would you like the night off again?”
The hand jolted her awake, warm, firm on her shoulder.
“What took you so long? Was the key not outside?”
I drove straight here. Eva let me in before she left. Were you asleep?
Karen felt the warmth of her tight, armless track-jacket swaddle her overtop her scant workout clothes, laying down on a couch… or so she guessed. It had been a while since Karen’s living room had been described to her, and waking up was always disorienting, since she couldn’t easily discern where she was.
“Long day. Pick me up. Let’s go hunting.”
Fergus’ arms wrapped around Karen’s toned waist and had little problem getting her entirety wrapped in his embrace and up in the air before slipping a hand under her butt for support, but his reply cut her plans short.
I don’t think so.
“What are you talking about? I thought—”
You said you would lead until I had my hands on you, and I’m not letting you retract your word this time.
Fergus’ words came fast and verbose, jutting through what she wanted to say, while both his hands were busy holding her tight.
“How are you typing so fast right now?”
I put the SIM card from your brickphone into mine so I can use voice-to-text. That thing was ancient. Nokia ancient.
“Hey! I never said you could do that. Those phones are my property!”
Now you’re not going to overwhelm me with texts, and you’ll hear every word I curse you with as I fuck you properly tonight.
Karen was taken aback by this behavior from her heretofore-unassertive assistant, squirming in his arms as Fergus began walking… somewhere, presumably to her bedroom. This felt like an altogether different man than the one that had carried her to Eva’s car, or even the one that had taken her home yesterday, and yet his embrace was the same. Karen felt an overwhelming wish to just smell him so close, maybe he heard the long draw of air into her collar’s air port.
I bet you’re pissed right now you have no say in what’s about to happen.
‘Pissed’ was not the word Karen would have used, and she was growing more surprised with herself every moment. Still, she played along.
“Fuck you, of course I have a say! This is my house! How dare you think otherwise, you useless little nobody desk-jockey!”
It was only about the length of time it would have taken for his phone to say that out loud, that Karen felt her limbless torso tossed into the open air, weightless until she wasn’t.
There were no words, just whatever the interpreter caught of her adrenaline-fueled mental screaming as she fell through the air and landed on— her soft mattress! They were in her bedroom!
Her head— no, the brain in her ribcage rattled inside its bioplastic shell, aching slightly.
Had he really just—?!
“How fucking dare you!? I’m not some insignificant thing to be handled as you like! Do you even know how fragile a body like this is?”
Karen had landed on her side and fallen over onto her front. It made no difference which direction she faced, it would do her no good, but still she tried her best to roll over, twisting the hardpoints of her shoulders in contrast to her wide hips, her attempts utterly fruitless.
You weren’t fragile last night.
“That’s different. You—
I always forget you can’t hear things like this. Here.
A strong buzzing met the mound through her tight sportswear, breaking all concentration. It was impossible to scold him properly when an assault so ruthless was being enacted upon her only remaining lips. Karen squirmed into the bedspread, getting nowhere fast as the vibrator pressed harder into her bottom… then pulled away into that familiar nothingness.
The woman silently sighed out her airhole into the fabric, wishing she could grab or bite it in need. Instead she directed her pent up energy all at Fergus.
“Who the hell do you think you are?! I am going to send a—
Now, I was thinking to myself on the way out the door, even if I do find your toys in that box you mentioned, they would be long dead by now, right? So I made a stop and got some of my own.
Karen’s hips were gripped by two strong hands and she was quickly flipped onto her back, and she felt… utterly owned, having just tried to do the same action without any luck.
That mystery we’ll leave for another time, since I do want to find those balls for you, but for now a simple vibe will do, along with one more thing…
The track jacket zipper pulled away slowly, exposing Karen’s bare midriff, toned and firm as her only muscle group left to work on. She made attempts to construct a suitable response but Fergus kept talking as he stripped her, drowning her thoughts out of her own tired mind.
If at any point you actually want me to stop, I want you to say that word. Stop. But you are not in control tonight, do you understand? This is your bed, but tonight you’re mine.
This was just too much, too over the top! Leave a bit to subtext why don’t you! But perhaps the safeword wasn’t a bad idea. Karen played along.
“You haven’t earned me, asshole. Why don’t you go fuck yourself! You do this and you are so fired, do you hear me?”
But she had a feeling that even if her texts were announced aloud, she was going to be as ignored as last night, as Fergus’s attentions focused on her body alone. Having just peeled away her bottom pouch, exposing the last remnants of her legs and the vulnerable space between with no difficulty at all, Karen knew her glistening pussy would render her biting words totally toothless, if he even read them.
She felt his hot breath on her slit, endlessly excited by the idea of him kneeling there before her, staring at her cunt with no hope of resistance or covering up. The fleshy hips framing her pussy undoubtedly twitched, Karen imagining crossing her legs, or was she spreading them wide? She could hardly remember the cues, and it likely made no difference to her assistant. She opted to instead arch her back, pushing her tits up, as she waited eagerly for a perfect sequel to last night.
But he didn’t meet her lips with his! Never mind some tongue! Instead that vibe dragged along her petals and folds, teasing her on the lowest of settings, as eager to jump inside her as she was to accept it.
I just can’t believe my boss is so insatiable she crafted a whole story to get me here. Last night I was overwhelmed by that. Caught off guard. I totally fell for it, but I’ve learned what you really want.
And Fergus slipped the vibrator inside her, the spreading and filling and subtle-yet-overwhelming buzzzz making Karen beg for more, words she made sure Fergus would never hear.
As Karen’s fire lit anew, she felt her sports bra pulled over each heavy breast with care, then ripped from her shoulders easily. She lay naked before him, blind, deaf, mute and ignored, inexorably vulnerable to whatever he had in store, twisting and tensing in sensation and dissatisfaction, just waiting for him to fucking get on with it!!!
“And you’re a greedy little man who is going to lord my disabilities over me, aren’t you? What do you think I want, Fergus? Last night wasn’t enough for you? Come on! Give it to me!”
As if he heard her, Fergus went to work putting… something… on her. It felt like netting, but not like the hosiery kind… more like straps that criss-crossed her body, hugging her curves, holding her tight. Some rings of the material slipped around her tits, while other straps ran right next to her spread-open slit, around her hips, ribs, shoulders. It was all cinched tight along her back.
Karen realized she was being put in a harness! A body that had for so long felt like a form of bondage was now compressed and contained, somehow even more confined!
“Don’t! I never said you could put me in this!” Karen focused toward Fergus, and she had to admit it was hard not to say “stop” as the vibrations tickled her in all the right ways yet got her no closer to the edge she needed so sorely.
Fergus left for a bit, prompting Karen to send him message after message asking what right he had to leave her there alone like that, full of his new toy and its pulsing patterns, really wishing she could touch herself, turn it up, turn it down, something. Luckily, the fact she couldn’t, and a well-trained imagination of her phantom limbs tied behind her did the trick.
Here we go, let’s bring you to my level.
Since it was all text, Karen couldn’t know if Fergus had muttered that or said it in the sultriest of tones, but it gave her a slight warning before the torso was grabbed and hoisted off the bed, just not in the usual way. He did not lift her tenderly, nor hold her close. He flipped her over yet again and gripped her by a strap between her shoulder blades. Karen left the safety of the bed being lifted by each tight, slicing strap of the leather or latex or whatever, her body totally ensnared yet also open to the air, lacking any sense of human treatment as she was moved like luggage toward whatever destination he envisioned.
He lifted her up, and then let her slip, only to feel her harness keep her there, in the air, her breasts heavy and unsupported.
You’re like a perfect addition to the room, a hanging toy almost made for me.
Karen squirmed silently, hanging there in the empty void he called a room, saying in no uncertain terms, “Get over here and fuck me!” before his hands were all over her, his suddenly nude body so close, so hot! Finally!!!
There was no rhyme or reason to his molestations, and she did feel them to be that self-serving, the hand cradling under her ass to graze against her labia, then to pull the toy out of her cunt and let it fall to the floor with an unheard thud so he could hold his stiff erection against her pussy, a total surprise, running it along her folds but not inside, not where she needed it!! His other arm wrapped around the small of her back, the thinnest point of her diminished frame, so the pendulum would swing toward his now-bare chest, his hot breath blowing across her clavicle.
Where was she hanging? She couldn’t know. From what? Had he drilled into her ceiling or did her room have crossbeams? She didn’t know, didn’t care, didn’t worry. She didn’t have to, as Fergus overloaded her sense of touch, the last remaining point of true contact Karen had with the world around her, overloaded everything she had left, and it was simply heaven.
This is when the words sex toy started trickling in — muttered or screamed by her lover, Karen couldnt know — breaking apart my sex toy the few thoughts she had left just a toy as each little screw nothing more than a sex toy drilled into her train of thought, you’re just my sex toy her will and resistance shattered my boss is just a toy after such a long day, she heard the words a gorgeous sex toy and smiled, cried, begged Fergus to fucking shut up and use her.
He probably heard none of it, of course.
Then the rope holding her up suddenly slipped! And stopped! Fuck! She hated that feeling!
But before Karen could launch a protest, or spout her safeword, she felt herself tipped horizontally, and could only imagine where her neck collar was in relation to Fergus’ cock, until she didn’t have to imagine. He popped her esophageal hatch and removed the cover entirely, leaving the last remnants of her mouth as defenseless as her pussy on her other end, facing the open room, dripping and aching for the toy it had lost.
Gripping her by the harness, Fergus held the compact torso tits down and rammed his cock down her throat. It was firmer and larger than she remembered, truly hard now, much more confident than his weak, desperate, last-minute spill down her throat last night. He was fucking her in the last place she wanted, a place no man could ever touch another woman, so close to where her true self was hidden beneath her chest, so peculiar and unique.
It was amazing.
Karen swallowed over and over, hoping it gave him some further constriction, to get him closer.
She kept receiving random words from his phone, Honey, Cove, Sod, Hall, most likely misinterpreting his grunts, but he did let something slip: You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look like this, something Karen held close as she pictured the two of them in her mind’s eye.
Out of body, Karen could only imagine how ridiculous her swinging chest looked hanging underneath her; could only try to imagine what patterns the harness made in her skin; and could only wait for Fergus to finish enjoying her throat, to reach the pinnacle of his abilities, pull out, spin the sex toy in his hands around on the end of a string, grip her hips, and plunge his ready manhood into her needy cunt.
Yanked back into her little prison by the glorious impalement, Karen felt the harness swing as Fergus’ hands gripped her fleshy hips hard, harder than anyone ever should, spanking her in a way she never thought anyone ever would, as he used her; not so much thrusting as pushing and pulling her tiny frame, weightless, along his cock in the air. Karen gripped his spear as firmly as she could, her whole body bursting with the feelings emanating from her pussy as it was subjected to such glorious abuses, finally full and spread and content, until she was overcome with lust and passion and need and came! Hard!
Held aloft in the air, twitching, Karen had no idea what escaped her filter and sent to Fergus as her mind called out in ecstacy, but he didn’t stop, using her like the sex toy she now knew she was until he climaxed too, filling her insides.
They stayed there for a moment, him still standing lock-kneed and buried inside her as deep as he could be, while Karen’s hazy mind slowly came back to earth, or to her little world, at least.
Was that rough enough, then, Ms. Clyne?
Karen laughed weakly, her torso buckling in mid-air, exhausted, as Fergus lifted her up to his chest, still not slipping out, unclipped her harness, and strode to the bed. “I don’t think you can call me that anymore.”
So you had a good time? Fergus said as they collapsed into the soft mattress and covers.
Karen let herself sneer mentally, imagining teasing the young stud. “A little too much talk for me, I think I’m used to the quiet in here. You’ve obviously never heard of ‘less is more.’”
“But yes. :) ” She tacked on quickly, before he could make some cringeworthy connection between an adage on mid-century design and his cock.
They laid there, Fergus’ body heat more comfortable than Karen remembered, his body a guest she could learn to welcome in this safe softness more regularly.
You seem tired. I should probably let you rest, maybe find that box for you.
Don’t go. Karen thought, before catching herself. Fuck. Did that send?
Ok. Fergus replied, holding her a hair tighter against him.
I heard that, too.