Taming of the Shrew - Chapter 6
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Hetero, Dom/Sub, Mdom
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
Trevor groaned as his palm slid over the bed in search of the elusive cover. Coming up empty, he pulled the pillow out from under his head and smothered his face with it. His sleepy brain thought his mother was waking him for school and he was about to plead for a few more minutes. But then the nerves in his cock telegraphed a more urgent message. Slipping the pillow from his face, Trevor lifted his head slightly and looked down his body through lidded eyes.
Sue saw the movement and looked up, the cock inside her mouth growing. She was naked, on her knees at the side of his bed -- the bed that a few months before had been hers. It was 7:00 am, the time Trevor expected to be awoken for work. He had stopped using an alarm clock, preferring Sue's warm mouth instead.
Trevor, now fully awake, folded the pillow and wedged it under his head. Some mornings he'd fuck her, sometimes he'd push her away, usually by shoving his foot in her face, but this was his favorite. He got a rush seeing her on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Ms. Holloway -- The Shrew -- the bitch who had made his life miserable, humiliated him, made him feel less than a man, was now on her knees sucking his cock and wouldn't stop until he told her to.
Draping one arm over his head, Trevor watched Sue's lips slide up and down his cock. She had learned over the past months how he liked his cock sucked, using her lips and tongue in concert. When he was in a hurry, he'd tell her to use her hand as well and jerk him off into her mouth, but today he enjoyed it more slowly.
Sue's eyes periodically peeked to her right to see what Trevor wanted. That was her goal, her purpose in life -- to do what he wanted. In exchange, he took care of her. The old Sue Holloway was a distant memory, one that frightened her.
Trevor closed his eyes and thrust his hips up. When he opened them he saw Sue looking at him and then her head moved up and down more urgently, taking more of his cock into her mouth. She understood his signs well and clamped her lips around his cock, bobbing her head up and down rapidly in quick short movements. Trevor's hips jerked again, and then he felt her fingers wrap around his cock, sliding up and down synchronistically with her mouth.
"Oh god, swallow it!" he cried out, his palms flat on the mattress, his butt in the air, his muscles straining.
Sue's lips locked around Trevor's cock while she fisted it, pausing only to gulp down his hot, slimy offering. When she no longer felt him spray the inside of her mouth, she stilled her hand, but continued to gently suck the last of his oozing semen.
"Okay, that's enough," Trevor said, breathing hard.
Sue picked up the clipboard lying next to her on the floor and stood. She captured the pen dangling from a string connected to the clipboard and looked at her list. Very carefully she ran a line through the item at the top of the list -- Wake me up at 7:00 am with a blowjob. Then her eyes dropped to the next instruction on the list -- Make us breakfast. me = orange juice, two scrambled eggs, 4 pieces of bacon, toast and butter, and coffee. you = orange juice, one scrambled egg, and coffee. Sue didn't bother looking at the third item knowing she'd get to it after number two was crossed off.
Trevor washed up and showered, and then selected Sue's clothing for the day and laid them on his bed. Walking to the kitchen, he passed the crumpled bedding in the corner of the living room. He was still amazed that she'd sleep on the floor instead of the couch just because he told her to. But he didn't mind the mess because he had that on his list too -- to put away her bedding and wash up. He knew she'd go through the list, doing everything he had written down.
When he arrived at the office he was a little late. Being extra frisky that morning, he had Sue suck him off a second time while he ate his breakfast. She was on her knees under the table, naked, his cock inside her mouth, her plate on the floor next to her. When he told her it was time, Sue picked up the plate and aimed his cock at her scrambled egg. Jerking him off, she covered her breakfast with his semen and then sucked the rest from his cock. Bringing her plate with her, she climbed out from under the table and sat next to Trevor, automatically reaching for the clipboard. Studying it, her face filled with confusion. Trevor patted her on the head and told her that it wasn't on the list -- that he had just added it. She put the clipboard down and began eating her cum-covered egg while Trevor watched. And that's why he was late. Now, running through the large marble-floored lobby, Trevor shouted, "Hold the elevator!"
A dainty hand appeared at the closing door which jerked and then reversed direction. Trevor leapt over the threshold crashing into the back wall. He quickly turned and pressed a button, illuminating the number 48. Then, huffing slightly, he turned to his savior.
"Oh, hi. Haven't seen you in ages," he said.
The pretty redheaded secretary he had sat next to so many months before replied, "Hi yourself, Mr. Bigshot."
"Hey, it's still me. What brought that...?" Trevor saw the cute dimples appear on the sides of her face as her lips softened into a smile. "Oh. So how ya been?"
"Same ol' same ol'. Except for not having to have Shrew around." Trevor saw her face go sullen. "Trevor? Um. I've always wanted to ask you ... um ... I ... uh..."
Trevor waited patiently but the girl looked like she was going to pass out so he said, "Trinity, do you wanna know why she was fired?"
"Shrew should have been fired way before that!" she blurted, but then her eyes lowered and she remained quiet.
"Then what?"
"Never mind. It's none of my business."
"C'mon, we shared a lot together back then. What do you want to know?"
Trinity's head lifted and her eyes locked on Trevor's. "Well, that last time when I went into the office and you were ... Shrew was ... you two were ... oh never mind. It's none of my business."
Trevor smiled, which, if anything, made Trinity feel more uncomfortable. But then he surprised her. "You know, I've always wanted to ask you out."
"Me?!"
"Yeah, you. Why are you so surprised?"
"I don't know. You always seemed nice and all but..."
Trevor waited, but she didn't finish. Suddenly, the elevator jerked to a stop and the doors opened. Both looked up at the lighted number and Trevor stepped out with one foot and leaned on the door, looking back at the girl.
"But what?" he asked.
"You never made a move on me."
"I was different then. I lacked confidence. I never thought a girl as pretty as you would--"
"You think I'm pretty?"
Trevor smiled again. "Gorgeous. So, would you like to go out with me?"
"Yeah! Sure!"
****
The date had been set for Friday night after work, and promptly at 6:00 pm they left the office. They had a wonderful dinner, enjoying each other's company immensely. When they were waiting outside the restaurant for a cab, Trevor asked Trinity if she wanted to go back to his place.
"I don't know," she said, eyes lowered.
"The answer to your question is there."
"What question?"
"It's too hard to explain in words. You have to see for yourself. I promise to be the perfect gentleman ... I swear ... cross my heart and hope to die."
Trevor made the gesture and Trinity giggled like a schoolgirl. She agreed.
When they were outside Trevor's apartment door, he said, "Now what you see may shock you, so get ready."
Trinity backed up two steps when Trevor turned the doorknob. He swung the door open and she leaned to the side, tilting her head as she peered into the apartment. She didn't know what she was going to see, but it looked neat and clean -- and normal. Still, when Trevor took her hand she yanked it away and backed up.
"What's in there?" she said, her heart beating twice as fast as normal.
"No monsters if that's what you think. Come in ... it's perfectly safe."
Trevor held his hand out again and waited. The little redhead stood still, part of her wanting to dash down the hall, but her curiosity got the better of her. She stepped forward but didn't offer her hand to Trevor. She wanted the freedom to turn and run.
Trevor entered first with Trinity trailing behind. As she walked, her head turned right and left, up and down, and then right and left. Her steps became baby steps, taking forever to cover just a few feet. And then she gasped.
Sue came out of the living room wearing a French maid's uniform. It was all black with a white apron, and she even had a white lace cap on her head. The skirt part of the dress was a good ten inches above her knees, the apron not quite reaching the hem. Paradoxically, it buttoned all the way up to her neck.
"What's she doing here?" Trinity's voice was two octaves higher than normal.
"You wanted to know what happened in her office that day ... didn't you?"
"Yeah, yeah, but..."
Trevor waited, watching her reaction. From time to time he glanced at Sue, wondering how she would handle the situation. She stood still, impervious to it all. Her eyes were on Trevor, vacant eyes.
"Trevor, what's going on? I don't understand. Are you playing a trick on me?"
"No. I didn't know how to explain what you saw. Well, I knew, but I didn't think you would believe me. Sometimes I don't believe it." He turned to Sue and said, "Go wait in my bedroom. Give us some privacy."
Immediately, Sue turned and walked away. Trinity's eyes watched the short dress bounce, showing glimpses of her naked buttocks. When the bedroom door closed, Trinity turned to Trevor and stared open-mouthed. He smiled, but it was a nervous smile.
"Let's sit down," he said taking Trinity's hand. He felt her tremble. "I'm not sure how to explain it after all."
Trevor plopped down on the couch. Trinity walked to the other end and sat facing him, leaning against the couch's arm, her back straight and stiff, her knees pressed together, her hands on her knees. Trevor interlocked his fingers turning his palms out and snapped them. Trinity jumped.
"Sorry, it's just a nervous habit," he said. "I'll try to explain. Ms. Holloway was having problems ... probably leading to a nervous breakdown. She needed someone to tell her what to do ... so I ... um ... I guess I volunteered. The more I helped her the more she liked it. She's a much happier person now, you know. She's at peace."
"But what's she doing here, and why's she dressed like a maid?"
"She lives here."
"What!"
"In fact, this used to be her apartment. I'm afraid she can't live on her own any more. She's dependent on me to get her through each day. As to her uniform, she is my maid ... as well as other things." Trevor saw the redhead's eyebrows rise but continued. "We have an arrangement. I take care of her and she takes care of me. It's that simple. But if you didn't see Ms. Holloway like this I doubt you'd have believed me."
"You still call her Ms. Holloway?"
Trevor's forehead creased and then he said, "Yeah, I guess I do. I didn't even realize that. I guess I'll always think of her as Ms. Holloway."
"This is so weird."
"Yeah, I guess having it dumped on you all at once like this does make it sound weird. But it happened gradually and I guess it's not weird to me."
There was silence, an uncomfortable silence. Trinity looked up at Trevor and then down again. She was fidgeting, her long red fingernail picking at a cuticle. Then she looked up and stared at Trevor, her eyes locked on his.
"But why were you doing it in her office?"
It was Trevor's turn to look down with a slight blush, but he quickly met Trinity's eyes and said, "I used to hate Ms. Holloway. She made me feel less than a man. So there were times back then I used to get even. I was filled with rage and hatred. What you saw was that."
"And now?"
"Well, things are different now."
"You mean you don't have sex with her anymore?"
"I didn't say that. I said it was different."
"How so?"
"Trinity, are you sure you want to have this conversation?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Trinity's hands wrung in her lap but her gaze was fixed on Trevor's face. "Because when I saw you that day it got me excited."
"It did?! Why?"
"Because she was a bitch and I hated her. I loved seeing her bent over her desk and you fu... um, doing her. And then when she was on her knees I thought I'd cream by pants right there."
"And did you?"
"Did I wha...?" Trinity turned a deep shade of red and quickly looked down. Her eyes came back up without her head moving, just her eyebrows rising with them. "No, I went to the restroom." Her eyes fell back to her lap.
Trevor stared at the cute redhead. Her hands were wringing again. Her head shot up when he yelled, "Ms. Holloway, come in here."
When he turned back around, Trinity was staring at him, but her eyes soon shot over his shoulder and then he saw them move toward the middle of the living room. Without taking his eyes off the redhead, Trevor said, "Ms. Holloway, apologize to Trinity for being a bitch and treating her badly."
"I'm sorry, Trinity."
Sue stood in front of the couch, her hands clasped in front of her, again looking at Trevor.
"Better?" Trevor asked Trinity.
"Kind of."
"What else?"
Trinity's hands gripped so hard her knuckles turned white. Her head slowly rose to look at Sue. Keeping her eyes locked on Sue's face, she said, "I wanna see her on her knees in front of you like last time."
"You really got off on that, didn't you?"
Her head lowered and her voice was soft. "Yes."
"Would you like to see her on her knees in front of you?"
Trinity's head shot up, her wide open eyes on Trevor's face. He waited and then raised an eyebrow. The redhead's heart pounded and it seemed to block her throat. All she could manage was a nod.
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No!" she almost yelled and it came out as a squeak. "I want you to watch. Just like I watched her do it to you. God, I can't believe I'm saying this. I never thought about another woman but ... god, I wanna see Shrew on her knees doing it."
All the while, Sue stood in front of them, rocking mindlessly from side to side. She was focused on Trevor, like a pet dog watching its master -- waiting for a command. Her ears didn't move when Trevor spoke to her, but her head did tilt.
"Ms. Holloway, Trinity is here as my guest. She wants you to lick her pussy until she cums. Do it now."
Sue's head quickly turned to Trinity and back to Trevor. "I can't do that."
"Are you deciding not to do it? Do you want to begin making your own decisions? I have told you that anytime you want to make your own decisions it's okay with me. Is that what you want?"
"No!"
"Then what is it?"
"I can't do that! I'll be sick."
"How do you know you can't do it?" Sue's face scrunched up. "No, don't try to figure that out. I know you get headaches when you try." Sue's face softened. "I'm telling you that you can do it. All you have to do is start licking her pussy and then she'll tell you what to do. You won't have to make any decisions. That's what you like, isn't it? Trinity will tell you what she likes and you just do what she says. If not you can leave right now. I'll help you pack and you can be on your own."
"No, not that! Please, I'm begging you. Don't send me away."
"Come here."
Sue leapt to Trevor and dropped to her knees at his feet, hugging his legs. He wiped away a tear and then pulled her head so the side of her face rested on his leg. Patting her head, he said in a soothing voice, "Now, now, don't cry. Everything will be all right. I'll take care of you." She looked up and some of the fear in her face vanished. "Suck my cock."
Her hands immediately went to his pants and opened them, and then lowered his zipper. Frantically fishing his cock out, Sue wrapped her lips around it and began sucking hard, making obscene slurping noises. Trevor turned to Trinity and winked, then pushed Sue's head away. His wet cock smacked his belly as she stared up at him seeking assurance that she had done it right.
"See how easy it is to do what I say. Now I want you to do the same thing to Trinity. She doesn't have a cock to suck like me, but you have a tongue and she wants that tongue on her clit and inside her pussy. You know what girls like. I've done it to you so you know. Just do to her what you like me doing to you and what she tells you to do. Go on."
Trevor placed a foot on Sue's upper arm near her shoulder and shoved her towards Trinity. Sue toppled, her forearm breaking her fall. She looked up at Trevor, rubbing her elbow, and then turned to the redhead. Sue's revulsion to what Trevor said to do caused an internal turmoil. What should I do? she thought. What will I do without Trevor? How will I live? Who will take care of me? Who will tell me what to do? What will I wear? What will I eat? Where will I live? Her eyes closed and her fingers massaged her temples. I haven't had a headache in so long. It's all these decisions. I can't make decisions. They hurt my head. Trevor makes all the decisions. So why am I trying to make a decision? All that does is give me a headache.
Scooting over on the carpet, Sue sat at Trinity's feet, her knees bent and legs tucked under her. She looked up at the much younger girl. Trevor had seen that look many times. He said softly to Trinity, "Tell her what to do."
Trinity turned towards Trevor seeing him nod. Turning back to Sue she felt her heart pounding. "The Shrew" was cowering at her feet. It was like a dream and she was afraid she'd wake up and it would be over. Glancing at Trevor once more, Trinity planted her feet and pressed her shoulder blades against the couch back, lifting her butt. At the same time, she yanked her dark green skirt up over her hips before sitting back down. Her eyes darted at Trevor who was staring at her little purple panties. The redhead blushed but did nothing about it and turned back to Sue. Whereas Trevor seemed to be drooling with lust, Sue's expression was of fear. That turned Trinity on more and gave her the courage to proceed. She grabbed Sue by the hair and pulled, but Sue jerked her head back. Trinity looked at Trevor, perplexed.
"Don't force her. Just tell her what to do and she'll do it."
Turning back to Sue, Trinity said, "Stick your face between my legs and smell what you're going to taste."
Sue's face was a mixture of confusion and anxiety. Her fingers massaged her temple again, and then she shifted onto her knees. As she rose, Trinity spread her legs. Sue placed her hands on Trinity's thighs and leaned forward, inhaling loudly.
Sue was backing away, her hand covering her noise and mouth, when Trinity said, "Take my panties off."
Trinity brought her legs together and, using her hands for support, lifted her butt off the couch. Sue stood and grabbed the purple panties, pulling them down. When they were at her knees, Trinity sat down and straightened her legs, pushing Sue in the process. Sue pulled the panties down the redhead's legs, backing up as she did so. Trinity's feet returned to the floor and then her knees spread wide apart.
"Now lick my pussy."
Sue's face went white. She looked up at Trinity, down at the reddish-brown curls between her legs, over to Trevor's face, back between Trinity's legs, and then to Trinity's face. Sue's eyes were pleading -- and watering.
"I said lick my pussy."
"Do it," Trevor said." Sue turned and saw him nod. "Stop thinking. You know you hate making decisions. Don't think about it. Just do it."
A single tear ran down Sue's left cheek. When she blinked, both eyes overflowed and two trails of tears flowed freely, dripping off her jaw. She turned forward and stared between Trinity's spread legs. He's right. I'll just do what he says.
Sue leaned forward and instantly felt dizzy. Grabbing Trinity's knee, she paused momentarily, but then stretched her neck as slow as a turtle on Valium. Leaning forward, her shoulders brushed the insides of Trinity's spread thighs. Sue's eyes opened when the womanly scent permeated her nostrils, sending repugnant messages to her brain. I can't do this, she thought. But I must. Trevor told me to. All I have to do is do what he says and everything will be okay. Her pink tongue slivered between her lips, at first just the tip, but then more. Her head kept moving forward until her tongue touched the curly hairs and instantly retreated into the sanctuary of her mouth. She hesitated, hardly breathing. I can do this. I must do this. If I do what Trevor says everything will be all right. Slowly, her tongue stuck out and she willed herself to keep it there. Now when she moved forward her face smashed into the meaty flesh of the redhead's vulva and her tongue snaked between the labia, entering the warm hole. With eyes shut tight, Sue moved her tongue in and out, in and out, in and out...
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