Controlling Delights: Maledom Erotica E-Book

Cherry Hogan

• Herausgeber: Palimpsest Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt:

"Don't forget," Rome cautioned, "that I want this to be a pleasurable experience for both of you. Mike, I don't want you to enjoy yourself at the expense of Emma. If you make Emma go away angry, or for that matter aching, your wife isn't going to be too turned on to the idea of taking that big cock of yours into her pussy. As for you, Emma, don't start acting possessive. You two are fucking, and that's all. This isn't some kind of love affair. I've seen you becoming emotionally involved with your partners before, and in GSI that sort of thing is forbidden. Forbidden, is that clear?" His voice was harsh, and Emma nodded silently in acknowledgement of the implied threat.

Rome continued. "Remember, this isn't a Goddamn wife-swapping party. This is a group training session -- an opportunity for each couple to expand mutual and individual horizons in the wonderful world of sex. There shouldn't be guilt, but there shouldn't be betrayal either. You're not committing adultery tonight; you're committing an act of self-education, an act of increasing you and your spouse's mutual self-awareness." Rome suddenly laughed as he saw Mike's trembling jaw. "Sorry, Mike. I shouldn't have strayed from the subject at hand. Go to it -- slowly, now; I don't want you to hurt her. Silence, everyone. I want us to hear him going in."

The room was quiet as Mike inhaled deeply and prepared to push past Emma's vaginal sphincter. The ten-inch cock seemed almost threatening as its monstrous knob rested in the spread inner lips of Emma's cunt. "Are you ready?" Mike asked in a rasping whisper.

Leseprobe

Controlling Delights

Cherry Hogan

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Controlling Delights

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ONE

He blinked, and tried to bring his mind back to the business at hand, but for another thick second he went on with it, dwelling on frenzied convulsions of lovely, soft legs and white pelvis, still tongue sipping in a clinging whirlpool and half-suffocating in soaked pubic hair and the buttery trickles of girl juice, a flood in the back of his throat, and his tongue still locked and pledged to the pussy flavors.Patience! You've taught yourself to have patience, you dumb asshole!He rubbed the back of his hand across his brow. Put your shit together, dammit, you've got the floor. Act like you know what you're doing!Rome could barely wait for the cunt lapping to begin. His eyes were on the lesbians, and his mind was conjuring up images of tongue against labia, teeth on clit. "I have the floor," he said, trying to return his attention to the business at hand. "If you people don't shut your fucking mouths the meeting is going to be postponed." He pounded on the bookcase next to him for emphasis. "Order, Goddamn it, I have the fucking floor."The group quieted down, their mutterings ceasing as they realized that their leader meant business. Rome, a wiry, tough-faced man of thirty, smiled grimly and scratched his balls through his jeans before going on."We were talking about the vaginal orgasm," he said, nodding toward an attractive, well-dressed blonde sitting in an easy chair at the far end of the living room. The girl unconsciously reached up to adjust her horn-rimmed sunglasses, which were oversized and had lavender lenses. Oversized, Rome thought, oversized like her cunt."Thank you," the girl said quietly. She cleared her throat, delicately covering her mouth as she did so, and she smiled without self-consciousness as her audience turned around and gave her their full attention."The vaginal orgasm is a myth," she said. "A product of male chauvinism. The vaginal orgasm was introduced by Freud and preached by a host of his disciples -- all of them male disciples, I might add, except for a few women who accepted penis envy as an important factor in their own lives. A value judgment -- indeed, a moral judgment -- is implicit in the concept of the vaginal orgasm. Freud, in conceiving the vaginal climax, was saying in effect that any female orgasm that was not vaginally induced was inferior and perhaps immoral. The clitoral orgasm was an unsatisfactory by-product of self-abuse; the vaginal orgasm, on the other hand, was an artistic masterpiece created by a penile 'brush', with every nuance of pleasure being provided compliments of the male sexual palette." The blonde gave a little nod to indicate that she was finished with her statement, and a hubbub ensued as the members of her audience tried to squeeze their two cents' worth in."Quiet," Rome said sternly. "Thank you, Jan. You, Felsen..." He pointed to a stocky, dark-haired fellow who sported a heavy moustache. "What was it that you were about to say?"Felsen got to his feet and grinned drunkenly. A half-empty pint bottle of V.O. was clutched tightly in his right hand."Booze," someone muttered. "Bourgeois dream juice.""I beg your pardon." Felsen thumbed his nose at the man who had interrupted him, then extended his arm in the direction of Jan. "And I beg your pardon, too. Your trouble, Jan, is that you're a Goddamn dyke. You wouldn't know what to do with a cock if someone offered it to you. You'd think it was just a clit with elephantiasis, or..." Felsen suddenly laughed for no apparent reason and made a grab for his fly. He had just opened it and yanked his flaccid four inches of prick through the zipper when a girl grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him off-balance. Felsen cursed as he hit the floor. His bottle broke in the fall, and the sharp odor of Canadian whiskey waited throughout the room.Rome was shaking his head, more in disappointment than in anger. "That's the end of the discussion for tonight," he said. His voice carried the ring of authority. "We'll move on to the demonstration. Jan? Lisa? In your places, please."Rome retreated to a folding chair several feet from where he had been standing, and the blonde who had spoken only a few moments before rose from her chair and moved to the center of the room. She was joined by a tiny, almost childlike brunette who had a thin, slitlike mouth and enormous brown eyes. "Lisa," Jan said softly. "I love you. It's been so long."The blonde undressed first, unfastening the button front of her midi-length dress and slowly working the garment off her shoulders. She let the dress hang at hip-level for a moment, then loosened her fingers so that it fell to the floor. She was left standing in a tiny taffeta sip, a white confection that seemed incongruously small in comparison with the heavy woolen dress that she had been wearing only a moment before.Every eye in the room was focused on Jan's body. Her thighs were perfectly formed, neither too muscular nor too soft. Perfect... there was no other word to describe them. Their proportions were somehow so lovely that they would have suited fashion designer and Playboy reader alike."Where have you been keeping yourself?" Jan asked, her face flushing with warmth as she stared at the tiny brunette. "I tried to call you last week, and the week before, but...""I was in Italy. Making films.""Oh." Jan pulled the slip over her head, revealing a magnificent navel. Her medium-sized tits were barely concealed by the flesh-colored brassiere that she wore, and the briefest of briefs clung to her mons veneris in a way that suggested an absence of pubic hair."Your brassiere," Lisa said quietly but with firmness. "Take it off. Now.""Lisa, darling, take it off for me," the blonde said with a seductive smile.Lisa shook her head. "No, you will take it off, now." There was a threatening quality to her tone, and this seemed to make Jan all the more excited."Yes!" Jan said breathlessly. "Now, Lisa! I'll take it off..." She reached behind her back and undid the fastener, then shrugged the bra off her shoulders and let it drop away from her breasts. "Here! I give you my tits, Lisa!" She closed her eyes and dropped the brassiere to the floor, then moved her hands to her breasts and cupped each hillock of flesh with trembling fingers, squeezing the white-skinned tissue, making the delicate network of pale blue veins stand out, causing the soft pink nipples to change their shape and texture until they stood out bumpy and red and hard."Your pants," Lisa commanded. "Remove them, please.""Touch my breasts first," Jan whimpered. "You don't have to suck them, or even to kiss them. Just touch them, please. Remember the time I let you touch them for the first time? No other woman had touched them, Lisa. Not ever. You were the first. The first to touch my breasts, to..." Jan swallowed hard, then shook her head as if to bring her thoughts back to the present. "My panties. Of course. I'm sorry." She inserted a pair of fingers on either side of the waistband, and pushed. The briefs slid past the hipbones, over the lower belly, past the stark white surface of her recently shaven mons. "I shaved for you," she breathed. "So you could see me better," she stepped out of the right leg opening, then the left. She parted her thighs, rose on tiptoe, and reached between her thighs, using her fingers to part the thick outer lips. "Look at my pussy," she managed to say. "I shaved it for you, Lisa. So you could see it, and taste it, and..." Jan suddenly remembered where she was. She blushed furiously, the pink of her face turning to a raspberry shade. She let go of her twat and let her hands dangle at her sides."You should have asked me before shaving yourself," Lisa said in a flat, expressionless tone. "Suppose I had wanted to shave you myself.""But Lisa, I merely wanted to...""To make me happy. Of course." The brunette smiled warmly and stepped toward Jan, unbuttoning her man's shirt as she went. "And you have made me happy. I shall make you happy. And then you will make me happy again, in a different way. But for now I am going to stand here, just stand here, and permit you to help me get undressed. I have unfastened three buttons of my shirt. You will do the rest. You will remove the shirt and then my jeans. And then... you will remove everything. Jan." Lisa reached out and let a finger touch the very tip of Jan's right nipple. "Why will you remove my clothing for me, Jan?""Because I love you," Jan said, the words coming out as a sigh.Lisa smiled. "Yes, you love me. And I love you."Jan hesitated for a second, then, trembling, reached for the fourth button of Lisa's shirt. The brunette rested a hand on Jan's right hip as Jan nervously undid the fourth button, then the fifth, then the sixth."Take the shirt off," Lisa said when the garment was completely unfastened. "Don't just stand there. Take it off."Jan uttered a tiny cry of excitement as she pushed the shirt off Lisa's shoulders. The smaller girl was tan underneath the shirt, and the shirt came off to reveal delicately hewn muscles on her upper and lower arms. The biceps were like the sinews of frogs' legs, the forearms were powerful yet somehow feminine at the same time. "Your pants now?" Jan asked shyly. Lisa nodded, and Jan reached for the brunette's heavy leather belt.The audience, all of them eager to see the exhibition which was about to take place, abandoned their chairs and sofas and tiptoed into a circle around the two girls. One by one the group fell into cross-legged positions on the floor, staring upward as Jan unfastened the belt, then the snap of the jeans, then the zipper. One girl let out a soft "Ah!" as the jeans fell to the carpet and Jan dropped to her knees to lift Lisa's feet out of the pants legs, one at a time.Rome, who sat where he could see both girls in profile, began a narration. "Lesbianism," he said quietly. "A perversion, some would say. A corruption of God's plan. An unnatural, defiant form of love. Yet there's nothing unnatural about the way these two girls are going at each other. Look at Jan -- at those hard nipples, those swelling tits, at the inner lips going from virgin pink to flaming red between her thighs. Cunts were made for fucking... or were they? Perhaps they were, once; but today there is room for so much more. For fingers, lips, tongues, teeth, dildoes..." Rome chuckled. "Bananas. Cucumbers. For whatever man or woman chooser to insert in the name of lust and love."Rome paused as Jan tremblingly pressed her body against Lisa's and reached around the brunette's trunk to unhook the bra. The brassiere went loose; Jan stepped back. "Remove it," Lisa commanded. "Now. Without delay."Jan hesitated for the briefest of moments, then moved to obey. Her quivering fingers grasped the cups, dug into the soft cotton material, pulled the cups away from the tits. The bra fell away, came down off Lisa's shoulders to the forearms and then to the wrists, dropped over the brunette's hands and then to the floor as Jan stared at the tits. And what tits! Small, but delicious in their olive complexion and glorious in their firmness. It was as if they had been sculpted from some rare wood brought to life. "Oh, Lisa...!" Jan moaned, throwing her arms around her friend's trunk and plunging her face between the petite yet cuddlesome tits. She grasped Lisa tightly, pulling the smaller girl against her face. Then, as if by instinct, she drew one hand back and placed it gently on the brunette's right breast, at the same lime moving her face a foot or so away from the bosom and contemplating the oversized nipple of the hand-held tit."It's brown," Lisa said softly. "Not pink like yours. Opposites attract, don't they?" She chuckled, and her voice was beginning to sound harsh. "Let go of my tit, Jan. There'll be time for that soon enough."Rome interrupted, his voice quiet and low. "Remove her panties, Jan. Hurry, now -- you don't want to keep us waiting." He laughed. "Or Lisa waiting, for that matter."Jan took a deep breath and dropped to her knees, her hands clawing at Lisa's hips, trying to stop the trembling long enough to grasp the black satin boxer shorts that hung sensuously over Lisa's firm hipbones and buttocks. She pulled downward, as hard as she could; the weak elastic of the waistband gave way and the shorts fell to Lisa's knees in a single jerking movement. Jan gasped, groaned, and plunged her face into the muff, the black mass of thick wiry curls that extended from Lisa's crotch almost to the navel.The thatch grew in a diamond pattern, more like a man's than a woman's. Jan sank her teeth into the curls, spread the fiat of her tongue against the pussy hair, whimpered joyfully as her fingers gripped Lisa's thighs, then her knees, then her buttocks. Jan's fingernails left little red marks where they dug into the olive flesh.Rome, still sitting cross-legged only a few feet away, grinned and sniffed loudly. "Someone is eager," he said."Who isn't?" The redhead who had tossed off that comment was breathing heavily and had forced her fist between her lightly clasped thighs. She rocked rhythmically to and fro as she watched the pair of naked women. "Stop playing around," she called to Jan and Lisa. "If I come before you do, it'll be..." She hesitated, then giggled and went on. "Hurry up, or it'll be for shit.""I shaved for you!" Jan had pulled her face away from Lisa's mons and was bending backward, her calves and shins still tucked beneath her thighs. "Look at me!" she begged. "Look at my naked twat..." She closed her eyes, inhaled sharply, and managed to spread her knees wide apart without moving her feet from their place beneath her buttocks. She now lay spread-eagled on the floor except for her lower legs; her knees were parted so wide that it looked as though another inch of spread would spilt her glistening cunt. And what a cunt it was, with its pink-tan outer lips, its slick red labia minora, its tiny, summit-like clit almost hidden in the valley of juicy, literally quivering flesh."Open it wider," Rome instructed softly. "Hold the lips with your fingers. The inner flaps, Jan -- there, that's right. Pull them apart, now. Yes, just like that. Pull them wider apart so that Lisa can see inside, so she can stare all the way up to your womb..."Lisa, too, was excited now. Her eyes were fixed on Jan's shaven pussy, and her nipples stood up brown and hard. Her cunt exuded a heavy odor, and as she dropped to her knees between Jan's parted thighs her asshole let loose with an involuntary fart. "You little bitch," she said softly, with a chuckle, as she let her fingers run up and down the inner surfaces of Jan's thighs. "You little blond whore."Jan bit her lip. Her eyes were closed, her forehead was furrowed, her lips were twisted in a grimace of pleasure and path. She needed it, of course. It. The tongue. Lisa's tongue, the tongue for which she so of ten longed."Kiss me," Jan begged. "Right there, right now. Like... like you used to do before!" The sentence ended in a sob as Lisa's middle finger stabbed into the ragged opening of her cunt. Jan twitched, lifted her buttocks off the carpet, kicked one leg out straight and cried out with need as the foot fell back on the floor. She writhed to one side, drawing the other leg from its place under her thighs and stretching it out, extending the toes; almost going into a spasm as Lisa's finger probed her moist inner depths. "Suck me!" she whimpered. "Lisa, I need you now...""No." It was Rome speaking, his voice firm and loud. "You will wait your turn, Jan. Lisa has been, away from us for a while. She must be allowed to receive her pleasure first." Rome nodded to Lisa, who had half-turned toward him. "Squat over Jan's face, Lisa. Hurry -- that's right, duck-waddle forward until -- ah, right there. Perfect." Rome took a deep breath, then continued in a softer but equally commanding tone. "Squat lower. Lift your heels off the carpet; there, that will increase the tension. By increasing the tension, you heighten the pleasure. Balance there, no hands. Place your hands on the back of your head, Lisa. On the back of your head! I want to see your tits standing out straight and firm. Ah, lovely. Hold your hands there, Lisa -- don't move them! Balance on the balls of your feet. It isn't hard once you get the hang of it. Jan? Are you licking her yet, Jan? Stop fucking around, you lesbian bitch!" Rome's voice had become a snarl. "Lick her. Yes, lick her! With your tongue, not just the tip of it but the whole surface, the whole tongue flattened against her cunt. Lick her till the hair is as wet as..." He laughed. "But I guess it's pretty wet already. I'll tell you what, Jan. Bring your fingers up to the vulva. Start by probing the vestibule, gently, gently, gently -- gently, I said! -- while your tongue licks the clit." Rome leaned forward, squinting in an effort to get a better look."Not bad, keep it up, Jan. Get that arm back behind your head, Goddamn it!" he shouted to Lisa. "There. Perfect. Rock back and forth if you wish, Lisa. Only don't lose your balance. Remember -- weight on the balls of your feet. Try not to wiggle your toes too much; you'll end up shifting your center of gravity. Calves tight, thighs stiffened and well apart. Use your ankles to control movement. Forward, backward... Try lowering your ass a little; move your feet apart. Nice, nice. Jan, I want you to slick two fingers in her twat. Two, I said, not one or three. One is too little for a cunt like that one; three will make her come too soon. Two fingers, that's the way. And your thumb on the inner surface of the buttocks; keep it away from the asshole for now."Rome paused, watching as Jan did as she was told. He glanced around at the rest of the group; all eyes were focused on Jan's head and the black bush above Lisa's twat. "Lovely," he said. "Remove your fingers now, Jan. Pull your tongue away..." He grinned as Jan obeyed him; he knew how Lisa would respond, and he was correct. Lisa cried, "No!" and forced her pussy against Jan's face; Jan hesitated for a moment, her nose sunk deep into Lisa's cunt, but then, obediently, she followed Rome's instructions and forced her face free of the brunette's hairy crotch."Don't!" Lisa whimpered. "Rome, you bastard, you..."Rome laughed. "All right. Resume licking, Jan. But just the clit for now. Try a circular pattern, the tip of your tongue going from the shaft along the right edge of the clit to the bud, then back down the left side to the base... more of an ellipse than a circle, really, but you get the idea. Do you like that, Lisa?" He paused. "Answer me, Lisa. Do you like it? If you don't tell me, I'll make Jan withdraw her tongue from your twat.""Shit, yes!" Lisa croaked. "Yes!""How much do you like it?" Rome persisted."Enough to..." Lisa exhaled heavily, simultaneously rotating her ass and cunt above Jan's probing tongue."Enough to let me fuck you?" Rome asked with a grin."You bastard." Lisa was gasping, but she too was grinning. "You bastard, you no good...""Answer with one word. Yes or no.""Yes!" Lisa closed her eyes, savoring the sensations emanating from her clitoris, and shuddered from shoulders to ankles for everyone to see."Very well. Place your finger against her asshole, Jan. Gently, for now. Just tickle it lightly, touch it just enough for her to get the idea." Rome watched closely as Jan followed orders. He nodded his approval as she scraped her fingernail loosely over the dimpled asshole, as she picked off stray bits of lint and dried shit."Perfect," Rome told her. "Now, then. Finger forward, upward, very hard. Stick it in there, Goddamn it! That's right, Lisa, wince if you want to. Scream, curse, anything as long as you don't let those heels touch the floor. Up on the balls of your feet, Goddamn your dark dyke hide! Ah, yes. Try working the finger deeper into Lisa's ass, Jan. Twist it a little; that usually helps. Is it working? Fine. Now I want you to hook the finger slightly, bend it into a modified 'L' shape, with the first two joints at a fifty to sixty degree angle. Hmmm. Heels off the floor, Lisa! Jan, I'm proud of you. You're doing very well..."Rome shut up, leaving the girls to their own devices. He watched approvingly, his own body starting to respond as the reclining Jan began to shove her ass forward and backward on the carpet, her knees clasped tightly together and her cunt seeking to find pleasure through the squeezing pressure of her thighs. He watched as Lisa opened her mouth, let her jaw go slack, drooled saliva out of one corner of her lips and along the side of her chin and down onto Jan, whose hair was spread out, fanlike, on the floor. He smiled happily and reached for his zipper as Lisa whimpered something unintelligible and strained to keep her hands where they belonged, behind her head. He licked his lips and drew his semirigid cock from his trousers as Jan reached up with her free hand and grasped Lisa's left tit. He closed his eyes for a second, then reopened them and glanced briefly at his seven inches of hardening meat before returning his gaze to Lisa, who was literally panting as she reached her peak of desire.Now, as Lisa's voice suddenly filled the room with a garbled stream of love words and obscenities, Rome found himself jerking hard on his organ, pulling on the thick veined shaft with his calloused fingers sliding over the sensitive glans as the uncircumcised foreskin came back to reveal the red-purple head of his masculinity. It was a good cock, an eager cock, a cock that would have crammed its way into Lisa's pussy by now had it not been for the act which was, taking place in the midst of this panting, staring group of voyeurs.Come, Lisa! he wanted to cry. Spill your juices on her face, fart on her finger, shit on her bosom, spray her with menstrual fluid, punch and kick her into insensibility, show the violence of your pleasure in a violent, passionate deed...Rome couldn't help laughing at himself. Such fantasies, he thought. He stared at Jan, who had taken the hand that had been fondling Lisa's tit and placed it on her own twat. The fingers were parting the shaven labes, fingering the clitoris, spreading juice over the love flesh, finally poking inside."I'M... COMING!" Lisa suddenly shouted, and indeed she was on the verge of spilling all. She rose high on her toes, her hands falling from their place behind her head and seizing her own tits, the right hand pausing there for but an instant prior to dropping to the thatch, to the silt, to the clitoris where it settled and kneaded the shaft of the organ even as the bud was being slobbered upon by Jan's eager tongue. She closed her eyes, inhaled sharply, then released the vast quantity of air in a long, shuddering groan.When it was over, Lisa staggered to her feet and grinned. Then, turning her face toward Rome, she thrust her hips forward and opened the floodgates, letting her piss spray down on the sputtering Jan like a warm tropical rain.To Rome, Lisa's act was a command. He closed his eyes and let go of his cock; the stiff prick stood quivering for a second or so, then shot rope after rope of epoxylike fluid into the air, onto the carpet, onto the clothes of the masturbating folk around him, and onto Lisa's muscular calves and thighs.Two hours later. The group had dressed and departed. There had been the usual debate on whether or not the evening should turn into a fuck fest and, as always, half the group had gone away mad, Rome grinned. Ah, the perils of being a master! He understood how Charles Manson must have felt at the height of his alleged hypnotic career.Rome yawned. It was late, and he needed sleep rather badly. He had been staying up past his bedtime far too often in the past few weeks. Group activities, routine pickups, even reading... there always was something to keep him awake when he should be asleep. Rome glanced at his watch. It was two-thirty A.M.. Time for all decent folk to be in bed. Well, be wasn't decent folk. He remembered that, thinking back over the past few years.How long had it been now? A year and a half? Two years? The lime had gone by so quickly. In those brief twenty-one or twenty-two months -- it was closer to twenty-three months, now that he thought about it -- Rome had progressed from impoverished ex-con to... to what? To something better, that was for certain. Good money, good sex. He could fuck more or less at will. He didn't have a steady girl friend, and he would have been at a loss for partners were there a sudden dissolution of the group, but the group had become so well established that it seemed as if it had always been an integral part of his life. For an ex-con, an ex-con who had been imprisoned on a sex charge, no less, he was doing all right.Nine A.M.. The doorbell rang, waking Rome up. "Just a minute!" he called out, not caring that he couldn't be heard through the soundproofed door. Every door in the apartment was soundproofed, as were the ceiling, floor and walls. It seemed a sensible precaution against nosey neighbors and curious cops. People were likely to call the police if they woke up at four A.M. to the sounds of a full-scale sex orgy.Rome hurried into the bathroom, emptied his bladder, flushed the toilet and headed for the front door without washing his hands. He unfastened the three bolts and opened the door a notch, using the heavy guard chain for security. "Lisa!" he said, surprised to find himself facing the dark-haired, fiery-eyed girl."You said I was supposed to be here by nine-thirty," she told him, appearing to be hurt by his failure to remember their appointment."Oh?" He furrowed his brow, trying to get everything straight in his head."Last night. Before everyone left. Remember?""Well, I don't, I..." He thought again. "Oh, sure. Look, why don't you come in?" He closed the door partway to release the chain, then opened it again and gestured for Lisa to step inside. She crossed the threshold quickly, looking somewhat nervous as she glanced down at his large, flaccid cock."You're naked, you know," she reminded him.Rome blinked, then grinned. "You're right, I am.""It makes me uneasy."Rome chuckled. "That's just fine."Lisa, dressed in velvet bellbottoms and a purple knit top, took up a position on the sofa while she waited for Rome to tell her what to do. He raised his finger as if to silence her, walked quickly to the bedroom, and returned to the living room wearing a black satin robe patterned on a karate expert's coat."Last night was fun, wasn't it?" Rome said with a grin.Lisa shrugged, but her lips were slightly curled in a wry smile. "You humiliated me, Rome.""That was the general idea.""In front of everyone, no less. You always do that -- humiliate a person in front of the group. You're sick, did you know that?"Rome shrugged, his shoulders moving more forcefully than Lisa's had done a moment before."Why did you ask me to come here?" Lisa asked.Rome rubbed his chin, thinking it over. "I don't remember, to tell you the truth.""To humiliate me some more?""Perhaps." He laughed."You humiliated me enough last night.""I know. You said that," he pointed out."I love Jan, you know.""I know.""And she loves me." Lisa said it almost violently, as if challenging him to an argument."I'll go along with that," Rome agreed."It cheapens our love when you humiliate us that way."Rome laughed, long and hard. When he had finished, he got to his feet and went to the stereo, where he put on a John Philip Souza record. "Our Director," he said, holding up the record jacket. "Written in honor of me.""You cheapen us, Rome."He shrugged. "I know. That's the general idea."Lisa pursed her lips in anger but stood up and began to undress."What are you doing?" he asked."Undressing, of course.""For heaven's sake, why?" He affected ignorance."You bastard.""First you come in here saying we had an appointment of some kind, now you start to take off your clothes..." He chuckled, an odd tone in his laugh."For God's sake, Rome...""I don't know what you expect me to do," he said."You're going to humiliate me, of course.""Oh?""Yes. Just like you did last night."Hp smiled. "I see.""How are you going to humiliate me?" she asked."I'm going to fuck you." He said it quietly, matter-of-factly."The regular way, or..."He shook his head. "In the ass, baby. In the ass." Rome laughed as Lisa finished stripping and reluctantly, fearfully, angrily fell onto all fours.