Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (43 page)

Emma shortly retired to the
bedroom with her musician lover, and Ione hoped she would
get some
rest.
Mark wasn’t tired, too roused by their recent
adventure, and after a while they wound up
going down
for fresh air,
diplomatically excluding themselves from two all-night parties on
the way.
The doorman nodded deferentially
as they passed.

Not wanting to linger in his
vicinity they wandered back
over to the
convertible
, leaned against it to morosely
survey the main avenue.

“
You okay?” he asked when
she failed to provide any conversation.

“
No. It’s depressing to use
Emma like that.”

Mark stared. “Didn’t seem to bother you much
where I was concerned. I can still taste all that Lap twat.”

Ione blushed, turned to him sympathetically,
remembering his tireless service. “You’re right. I never–

The Dowser’s bucket clanged, stalling their
conversation. Its complex aftertones lingered, jagged and
mellifluous by turns, slowly coalescing to a deep, directionless
hum. Ione scowled and waited for it to recede, unwilling to compete
with the sound.

“
Wan
na
get in?” Mark
suggested. She shrugged in affirmation and
t
hey reclined
on
soft green upholstery
together
. She could feel his stillness,
carefully separated from her own.

“
What the fuck is going on?”
he finally said.

Ione
was silent
, wondering how far she
would let the conversation go.
Emma was the
only person she trusted completely, but her companion didn’t really
have the patience to carefully assess their options.

“
Right now, Dean’s
hospitality is
the
only
real security
we
have,” she considered.
“It might endure, depending on how things go with him and Emma. But
given
the scope of his musical ambitions
and carnal interests,
I don’t know how far
we can
presume on him.”

“
Or trust him,” Mark added
blithely.

Ione sighed, accepting the
rebuke. She
had been forced to reconsider
Mark’s loyalty after the Lap was taken, and he had undoubtedly felt
her distance. The timing of their betrayal pointed to
someone’s
treachery
without a doubt, and he was the logical suspect. Then there was the
frightening business of the hotel…

She tried to conceive him as a villain, but
he just looked tired and saddened by what had befallen them,
uncertain who to trust himself. For the first time Ione perceived
the carefully masked loneliness behind his amiability, a
self-constructed isolation that had developed from the constant,
cynical expectations of the Lap women.

S
he
slid over and
put
an
arm
around
his shoulders
, drew
his face
to
her
own
and kiss
ed
him.
He responded with a shy sensitivity
that only served to feed her sympathy, and she moved a hand down
into his lap, fingering his manhood. It
hardened instantly, reminding her that many days had passed
since his last release.

“
I think this is what Dean
calls parking,” she quipped between smooches, and he chuckled. They
were silent for a time as she handled him meditatively, neither
really expecting anything to happen.

“
Mark
?
”

“
Yeah?
”

“
Why are you… well, the way
you are?” She squeezed his cock to narrow the context of her
question. “Why does it take pain for you to take
pleasure?”

“
Wish I knew.” His low tone
signed an unmistakable desolation of spirit.

“
Do you think there’s a
reason?”

He looked away, silent for a long while.

“
Mark?”

“
Yes,” he finally replied,
almost whispering. “There’s a reason.” Ione knew without asking
that he could not explain himself beyond that admission.

She scanned the parking lot and the avenue
beyond, still trafficked by pleasure-minded revelers despite the
depth of the night.

“
Hey.
Wanna try something?
”

“
What?”

“
Well, I was thinking… Maybe
it’s not a woman’s authority you need in order to get off.”
She could sense his embarrassment.

“
Instead of waking up in
bondage—which is very hard to arrange—what if we played a game; one
with rules that were just as stringent?”

He paused, then shrugged minutely. “Guess I’m
up for anything at this point…”

Ione nodded. “Alright. Ever play
auction?”

“
Saw Natalie and her slips
go at it a few times back in the Lap. I know the rules.”

“
Then gimme that bottle of
lube under the seat.”

She oiled his penis
thoroughly, then shifted to sit on his lap. Mark
enclosed her in his bulky arms, fingers
reflexively alighting on her nipples. His breath was humid on her
neck.

She
took his penis in her hands and centered it
at
her asshole, settling
slowly onto it, swishing her buttocks down his
abdomen
to park herself above his
testicles
, fully penetrated. They began to
move together, a mutual effort of gratification.

“
Ready?” she
asked.

“
Okay.”

“
Two,” she began
conservatively. Mark immediately
upped
her.

“
Three
.
”

“
Four,” she
responded.

He didn’t raise the pledge
and without altering the rhythm of penetration Mark spanked her
vagina, making her jump
. The
pleasure of their leisurely copulation built as
he
swatted her three more times. Her twat
was quickly aroused by this abuse.

“
Two
,”
he
said
, to begin the next
round.

“
Three.
”

“
Four.”

Ione
measured the pain at her labia,
then
bid higher. “Five.”

“
A half-dox.”

She
relented
, settling her fingers about
his testicles, massaging them gentl
y.
S
he
bore down on
his penis,
work
ing
her buttocks in a hard, coaxing
rhythm
as her hand rose to
slap
his balls.
Mark groaned from this exquisite mistreatment,
rendered six times, then composed himself for another
round.

“
Two
,” she offered.

“
Three
,” he grudgingly replied
, still
smarting from her touch.

“
Four.”

H
e
was still too recently punished to bid higher, and Ione got herself
slapped firmly
in payment.

“
Fuck, that smarts,” she
hissed, limbering herself energetically up and down his cock to
make the most of the pain.

“
Two,
”
he prompted.

“
Three.”

“
Four.”

“
Five.”

“
A six!”

“
Sixone!” She bid
aggressively, wanting climax.

“
Oh fucking take it then,”
he griped, and proceeded to smartly cuff her sex as she bounced on
him with escalating zeal for the interval of the half-dox of stiff
impacts he delivered.

The bidding recommenced, and this time the
numbers got out of control.

“
Sixfour.”

“
Sixfive!”

“
A dox, you bitch!” They
were grinding hard now, muscularly rocking the convertible.
Ione
stopp
ed
at the tone of his voice,
realiz
ing
he
was so aroused at this point he
wouldn’t
let himself be outbid. She
wonder
ed
whether
it would be enough
to provoke climax, and the thought of this
possible triumph
induced her to
surrender the round.

“
Fine. Take it,
skulk.”

She bounced her way up to a
boisterous reciprocation, careful to retain his cockhead well
inside so it would be consistently subjected to the orbiting
stress
es
of her
rump
.
Mark was
groaning unabashedly as she rancorously cuffed
his scrotum, a dox of repetitions in fast sequence.

“
Fuck!” he implored,
desperate to get off.

She mercilessly castigated his penis,
finishing his payoff as he shuddered uncontrollably under her.

“
Oh… that fucking
hurts!
” he
exulted.

“
Two,
” he gritted a moment later.

“
Three.”

“
Four.”

“
Five
!” she pledged, and he let her have the round, clapping her
viciously on the snooch as she snarled in excitation. A new round
commenced.

“
Two.”

“
Three.”

“
Four…”

The numbers built again, and this time Ione
couldn’t stop, didn’t care about anything but getting off.

“
Sixfive.”

“
A dox!”

“
Doxone.”

“
Doxtwo.”

“
Doxthree.
”

“
Doxfour…
”
he croaked, faltering at the
contemplation of so much torment.

“
Doxfive!
” she cried triumphantly, knowing he would not bid one more to
a trix.

“
Screw you,” he bitterly
capitulated, promising by his tone she would regret the
victory.

She
whimpered
as her punitive smacking
proceeded, glorying in the fierce stimulation of her labia. This
was the essence of feminine submission—a governing hand at the
vagina, ready to correct a woman’s ambition if she overstepped her
place.
He struck
again and again as she corkscrewed on his
erection in
craz
ed
hurt and need
till she
couldn’t withstand the
game any longer,
surrendered
with a wail on count
doxtwo.

“
Oh fucking
hit
it, smack it up smack
it up smack it up!”

Joy flooded her, raised to a furious potency
by his huge penis and the strenuous vaginal reprimand thrashed out
to the count.

“
Ohhh, yesss!” she sobbed,
extracting all possible humiliation from the exchange, savoring
each tear-flinging pudendal connection till she was utterly
humbled,
bent over and shaking.

Mark
held her
as they throatily
respired, too tired to move
.
After a bit
she let herself off his prick, sat next to him. The windows
were fogged solid.

“
Sorry that didn’t help
you,” she drawled, slowly massaging her chastened twat.

“
Uh-huh. Good show. Please
don’t suppress the instinct to share any
other
‘theories’ you wanna test…” he
facetiously enjoined.

They were quiet again and
his erection relented to a drooping, inconsolable presence.
He
slid over to the door. “Wanna head back
in?”

“
In a bit. I need to
think.”

Mark seemed to understand.
“Be careful,” he wearily sighed and departed the convertible.
S
he watched him
tread back
in
to
the
foyer.

Ione relaxed into the cushioned embrace of
the convertible, meditating on recent history. She heard a gang of
rowdy women skip down the hill along the sidewalk, homeward bound
after a night of drinking. They were completely safe here she knew,
protected by the exclusivity of the neighborhood.

She absently glanced around, saw the lonely
gnome Dean kept in the rear of the vehicle, toppled onto the floor
from their earlier fracas with the hotel skulks. Righting it, she
whimsically punched its left nipple, wondering what it did.

The gnome’s eyes lit to regard her with an
ultrasaturated blue gaze. They were too dim to illuminate anything,
but eerily ineluctable in the dark. Nothing else happened and she
was about to turn it off when the gnome blinked. Its eyes opened
again after a moment, shut once more. She considered this behavior,
then pushed its right nipple.