A Priest in Her Service
CHAPTER 20
“No, honey, you go without me,” said Melissa.
Derek blinked, surprised. “Really? I thought you wanted to meet Dr. Hickman.”
“I do. But ... not like this. Maybe later.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Derek asked. Melissa had been distant for days now, and Derek couldn’t figure out why.
“Another time. I just want to stay at home with Cindy now. You go. Have fun.” she said, turning away with a weak smile.
It was time to leave to get to the psychologist’s house when he promised, so Derek said his goodbyes and departed. Once in the car, however, he felt wrong arriving alone when he said he would be bringing someone.
His first thought was to take Maria Campos with him, but when he stopped by their house, they were getting ready to go out to a work event of Ramon’s, and he didn’t feel right stealing the man’s wife under those circumstances.
Who else can I get a hold of quickly enough to take along? He thought. Claire was out, as she was already Rowan’s lover. He tried Julie, but she didn’t answer her phone. Courtney and Bobby’s other girlfriend were in the wrong direction. He didn’t have any way to reach most of the women he had empowered, he realized.
As he was thinking this, he was still driving, and the problem neatly solved itself. Waiting on the curb in front an apartment building were half a dozen attractive young women, dressed for a night out. He pulled over near them and got out.
“You aren’t our Uber,” one said. It wasn’t a question. “Your car is too small.”
“No, I’m not your Uber,” he agreed. He glanced around. They were on a public street with a little traffic, but there wasn’t anyone else right there at the moment. “Say, could you ladies show me your tits?”
Damn, I’m getting better at this, he thought, as the group of women immediately and without concern exposed themselves to him. He looked them over, iring the exposed flesh, but also paying attention to the women’s attitudes and they way they chose to present themselves.
It only took seconds for him to make his choice. He pointed at a short haired blonde and said, “How would you like to change your plans for tonight and come with me?”
“Oh, of course he chose you, Tina,” said another girl. “No matter what they say, it’s always the knockers that get the guys.” She was right in part, Derek thought, Tina did have large and beautiful breasts that he regretted seeing her tuck back into her blouse, but he also was drawn to her smile.
He took just another second to smooth things over with the other girls, then Tina got into the car with him and they drove off.
“Are we going to fuck?” was the first thing the woman said.
“Do you want to?” Derek countered.
She paused. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. That’s a little odd.”
“Well, then I think we probably will. But first, we are going to dinner with a friend of mine.”
“Is this how you usually pick up your dates?” she asked.
“First time I’ve tried it. But I was pretty sure it would work out.” Derek responded.
She sat in silence for a moment or two, then said, “How far away is your friend’s house?
“They live down near Anderson,” Derek replied. “So ... twenty minutes?”
Then, after another moment. “I’m really horny. Can we stop for a bit?”
“Sorry, I don’t want to be late. You can play with yourself, if you want.”
Tina nodded at this, and began unfastening her leather pants. The front was elaborately laced, and the pants were rather tight, so this operation took a little effort in the confines of the car. Tina was relatively short, limber, and dedicated, though, so she had her pants low enough in just a few moments, and began stroke herself immediately.
Derek did not pay close attention, as he was on the highway now, and his powers were not particularly helpful in saving him from a car accident if we were overly distracted. He could hear Tina getting into her activity, though, and he felt almost guilty when he had to say, “We’re getting close. Time to get dressed again.”
“But I didn’t finish!” Tina complained.
“Sorry. I don’t want to be late.”
Tina continued pouting, but complied, and was quiet while she contorted herself to get her pants back on. Derek drove his car through the small town and to its outskirts, where the houses grew farther apart, before pulling in at the address Rowan had given him; a nice house on a large lot, right on the edge of farmland. In fact, the next house over had an orchard of some kind.
They went up to the front door and knocked, only a few minutes late. Rowan answered at once, and ushered them in. Across the front hall stood another woman.
“Derek, this is my partner Gina,” Rowan was saying. Gina was younger than Rowan, in perhaps late middle age. Her hair was dark, and she was a few inches taller than Rowan. Where Rowan was elegant, Gina was feminine, though her figure was not particularly curvy. It was just something about her hair, or her clothing, or her attitude.
But Rowan was continuing the introductions, and had reached, “And you must be Melissa,” so Derek had to chime in.
“Melissa couldn’t make it. This is Tina.” Derek corrected.
“Oh. So sorry, Tina,” said Rowan. “Welcome to our home. Dinner will be ready in half an hour.”
Gina, meanwhile, cocked an eyebrow at this revelation, and said, “And interesting choice, Derek, to bring another woman when your wife is unavailable.” Her look made clear that she wouldn’t take ‘she’s just a friend’ as an explanation, particularly considering how Tina was dressed, but Derek didn’t even plan on trying that.
“We have an open marriage,” he said.
As they shuffled into the living room for drinks, Tina pinned Derek with a glare and mouthed, ‘YOU’RE MARRIED?’, to which Derek shrugged.
Rowan, meanwhile, was trying to signal something to him, but Derek chose not to acknowledge. He had a plan, and decided it would be more fun if Rowan didn’t know about it.
They sat in the living room and made small talk. Gina managed a local non-profit business loan fund, Derek learned, and Tina was a hostess at the local casino. Tina was a relaxed and pleasant conversationalist, probably a plus at her job, and Derek felt a little relieved that he hadn’t chosen poorly. She was hiding it well, but she had never lost the horniness from in the car, and Derek kept her at a constant background low-level hum of sexual excitement.
Gina and Tina, however, didn’t seem to be getting along very well. Gina clearly wanted to ask more questions about their relationship, but Rowan kept her in line with deflecting questions, interruptions, and glares. Gina was also distracted by a steady stream of little tickles of arousal that Derek was sending when the whim struck, keeping her off-balance.
As dinner came closer, Tina confessed a little nervously that she was vegetarian, and Derek was briefly mortified at his lack of planning, but it turned out that Gina was as well, so the meal would be suitable.
I’ m perfectly willing to snatch this girl off the street and fuck her any way I want, but I would hesitate to make her eat one meal against her dietary strictures, Derek thought. He couldn’t decide if that was a reasonable exercise of restraint or stupid sentimentality.
They settled around the table and Rowan went to fetch the soup. Gina saw her chance to strike, but began with a safe, “So, Tina. How did you meet Derek?”
Tina glanced over nervously, but Derek gave her a reassuring smile, and a mental nudge. Be honest and open. It’s OK.
“Well,” she said, “he just sort of picked me up off of the street.” At Gina’s shocked expression, she hurriedly corrected, “No no no, not like that. I mean, I happened to be on the street. Just, at that particular moment.”
Gina raised an eyebrow, but continued, “And how long ago was this?”
Tina pulled her phone out of her handbag for a moment. “About ninety minutes ago,” she said.
Derek, anticipating this, hit her with a jolt of arousal. Combined with the surprising knowledge, Gina was stunned into temporary silence, and Rowan returned before she could recover.
Conversation returned to safer subjects during the soup, but Derek’s constant stimulation of Gina was having its effect, and she was visibly uncomfortable. Rowan noticed as well, and they had a short muttered conversation. Tina looked at Derek during this, but he shrugged and feigned ignorance.
After the soup, Gina excused herself while Rowan collected the main course. Derek knew that Gina was slipping away to try to masturbate, but he let her go. Rowan, meanwhile, asked him for his help in bringing in the food.
Once in the kitchen, she hissed at him, “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer verbally at first, just sending a jolt of arousal through her, visibly stiffening her nipples under her shirt. She sucked in her breath.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, after a beat.
Gina returned at that moment, cutting their conversation short. She had clearly been busy, working herself up even more, but she had failed to orgasm. She was visibly flushed, and sat awkwardly. Conversation during the meal was considerably dampened with all three ladies dealing with various degrees of arousal, but the food was quite good, which made up for it.
Finally, plates were empty and Rowan proposed that they go back to the living room to sit. She and Gina began clearing the plates, and shooed Derek and Tina away.
In the living room, Derek wasted no time, dropping his pants and flooding Tina with the desire to suck his cock. She barely got the first two words of her surprised reaction out before his urges drew her down into his crotch.
“What are mmmmfmmf,” she said, and began licking and sucking. He was sitting in a cushioned chair with no arms, and she knelt before him. He gently verbally suggested that she take her pants off while she sucked, and she complied. Her oral technique was enthusiastic and showed some experience, but her gag reflex was a little sensitive. Derek kept her right on the edge, there, never letting her bring her mouth completely off of his cock and pushing deep enough into her to elicit a cough every few moments.
This meant that she could not see the doorway to the room, so she continued, oblivious, when Gina re-entered the room, followed by Rowan. Derek suspected that Gina had just been propositioning Rowan for a quickie, and Rowan had refused.
The women were speechless for a long moment, during which Tina continued her efforts. Finally, Rowan found the voice to say, “Well, you aren’t being subtle about it.”
Derek felt Tina stiffen around him, but to her credit she didn’t even graze him with her teeth. She started to pull back, but Derek held her in place, saying gently, “Tina, dear, if you withdraw now I will be indecent. Please just sit tight for a moment.” She gave a muffled response, distressed but compliant.
Derek looked up at the older women. “I was taking advantage of some after-dinner entertainment. You should do the same.”
Gina finally recovered her voice, “Do you seriously expect us to... How can you... What?” She gave up.
Derek answered her first question, at least. “Yes, I expect you to eat Rowan out right now. Rowan, dear, could you strip down and offer Gina your pussy?”
Rowan nodded, a bemused smile on her face. Her age was visible in the parts of the body she exposed; she was healthy but old. Rather than sitting, she put one leg up on a footrest and stood, hips cocked forward, one hand on the wall for .
Gina looked back and forth between her and Derek, with the still and silent Tina in his lap. Derek could feel Tina straining, her gag reflex about to overcome her will to stay in place, so he hurried Gina along.
With an expression like she didn’t really believe what she was doing, Gina dropped to her knees before her lover and leaned in, slowly. Rowan was having none of that, though, and said in a forceful growl, “Eat me,” thrusting her cunt against Gina’s head with her hand and hips.
As the two older women began their enjoyment, Derek slid Tina free of him, and she dissolved into a short coughing and gagging fit. She recovered a moment or two later to see that Derek had stood up and was looming over her, his cock ominously close to her face again. She took a deep breath.
“You can use you hand,” Derek said, and Tina did. He came after only a few strokes, and she basked in the fluid, letting it cover her face and hand. She came herself in a slow, rolling orgasm that capped her evening of frustration.
Wordlessly, she turned on her knees and slid across the floor towards Gina. The older woman was wearing a dress, so all Tina had to do was bunch it up around her waist and pull her panties down to gain access to the older woman’s pussy. She began stroking it with her cum-covered hand.
This almost immediately gave Gina an orgasm, and her moans directly into Rowan’s pussy carried the chain on to her. The two women took longer to recover than Derek’s younger toys, and wound up sitting on the couch half-dressed, idly caressing each other, while Tina bounced up and down enthusiastically on Derek’s cock while he lay on the floor under her.
When Derek saw Gina and Rowan’s looks getting sultry again, he finished explosively with Tina, and the two of them made themselves decent and said their goodbyes. It was obvious that Gina was desperate for some direct attention from Rowan, but they still finished the ordinary pleasantries and compliments.
In the driveway, Derek had just helped Tina into the car and was walking around to his side when Rowan came out with a Tupperware container of leftovers. She handed it to him without commenting on it, instead saying, “Quickly, how does this work?” with a nod back into the house.
“She’s highly sexually responsive to you, and she’ll accept almost anything you propose. Don’t go too crazy or try to hurt her, and it’ll be fine. Try it out for a while and we can talk later.”
Rowan needed no further prompting and headed back into the house, leaving Tina and Derek to drive back to town.
“So,” Derek said to Tina after they were back on the highway, “is that enough fun for the evening for you, or is the night still young?”
Tina bit her lip, thinking. “This is crazy,” she said. “You are crazy. The whole thing, I mean, what the hell? But I can’t it up, because the sex is so crazy good. I’m down for anything.”
“Well,” Derek replied, “I should get back home.”
Tina looked disappointed. “Right. Your wife.”
“But,” he continued, “your friends are probably still partying somewhere, and if you meet up with them, you’ll discover something interesting.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“They’ll all be very sexually attracted to you and willing to do anything you ask.” Derek had made arrangements for this earlier.
“But I’m not gay,” Tina protested. “I’m not even bi. Until today, the only time I touched another woman even slightly sexually was when I felt Nicole Singer’s boobs in tenth grade.”
“You’re a smart girl, Tina,” replied Derek as he drove. “I want you to tell me what the key words were in what you just said.”
“Probably not, ‘Nicole Singer’s boobs’,” she muttered, thinking. Then realization dawned on her face. “Oh. ‘Until today.’”
“That’s right,” said Derek. “I’ve given you the chance to experience new things. Think about it for a moment. You’ve probably seen your friends naked before, right? Or at least very scantily clad? Imagine that for a moment. Does it stir anything in you?”
Tina closed her eyes, and sighed deeply. She stretched in the car seat. “OK, you win,” she said. “I don’t know how you did it, but I’m a horny little bisexual slut now. Can you drop me off at Chivalry? It’s near downtown, on California. By the post office.”
“Sure,” he said. “And if you do want some more cock this evening, don’t forget you can offer a man not just one horny bisexual slut, but half a dozen. Not many people would refuse you.”
“Oooh, I like that idea,” replied Tina. “Maybe I can get each of them to pick up the hottest guy they can find and then we all come back to the same apartment.”
A few minutes later, he was dropping her off outside the nightclub. They exchanged phone numbers, Derek having learned his lesson about keeping in with his toys, and he drove off.
He was home a few minutes later, the last inklings of dusk settling into proper night-time. Cindy rushed up to him as he entered, a look of concern on her face. She was dressed only in a pair of pink panties with cartoon rabbits printed on them. The contrast between the playful outfit and her grave expression was jarring.
“Master, I don’t know what I did wrong,” she began.
“Calm down and explain,” Derek replied. “Where is Melissa?”
“She’s in the back yard,” Cindy replied. “We were talking, and she started asking me if I was a happy slave. I am, so I told her I was, but she must have thought I was lying, because she kept pressing me for details. I’m not lying, so I tried to reassure her, but it just made her more upset. Then she told me to stay inside and masturbate and she went out to the patio, and she’s been there ever since.”
“And did you?” Derek asked.
“Did I what?” Cindy countered.
“Masturbate.”
“Oh. Well, I wasn’t sure if she was being serious or not, so I did, just in case. Twice.”
Derek was walking through the house towards the back door, now. “Well, you don’t have to keep going, but do please stay inside.”
Cindy nodded, and Derek stepped out onto the darkened patio. In the light coming from the house he could make his wife out in a chair in the far corner. He grabbed another chair, dragging it across the stones. It was of heavy metal construction, so scraped loudly. He plopped it next to hers and sat down.
Melissa couldn’t possible have missed his arrival, but she still faced away from him, saying nothing.
Derek waited, but she didn’t budge. Finally, he gave in, and spoke first.
“We need to talk about it. Things haven’t been right for a while, now.” he said.
“Make me,” was her reply.
Derek blinked. “Excuse me?” he responded.
“I mean, make me talk about it. I’m all twisted up inside and I don’t know if I want what I want or can say what ... what I need to say. So make me say it. Please.” He could hear Melissa’s voice catching in her throat, and knew his wife had been crying.
“OK,” Derek replied, and took a breath, composing his mind. You will talk to me about your troubles and give clear, honest answers about what is wrong and how to fix it, he sent mentally, and waited.
It was surprisingly long before Melissa spoke again, and Derek thought something had gone wrong, but then she began.
“Thank you. I understand what’s been going on inside my head a lot better now. You told me to be honest, but first I had to be honest to myself.”
“Are you ready to be honest to me?” Derek asked, but he knew the answer.
“Of course. This is the crux of it. I’m not good at control. I tried with Julie, because I was scared of not having any control, but that didn’t work very well. I tried again with Cindy, and that was even worse. I was so wrapped up in thinking I could make my power work that I totally missed that Cindy was playing me. You would never have done that.”
“You can figure it out. It’s a skill, you can learn.” Derek responded.
“I don’t think I can. I know that I don’t want to.” Melissa answered.
“OK, well, lets cut to the point, then. What do you want? How do we fix this?”
There was another short pause. “I want what Cindy has. My life, my relationship with you, it’s complicated. It was complicated before, now it’s incredibly complicated. Complicated hurts. Cindy has it simple, and I want that.”
“You mean...” Derek began, but Melissa continued over him.
“I want you to make me like her. I talked to her earlier, and she’s happy. That’s it. She’s not a fucked up ball of neuroses and doubts. She’s just happy.”
“That was a punishment,” replied Derek. “, she tried to rob us.”
“I know! Don’t you see how unfair that is? She was an asshole and a criminal, and you gave her a gift that you won’t give me!” She took a deep breath, and continued, calmer. “Do you the first time you deliberately used the power on me? Do you how I described it?”
Derek thought, briefly. “It was to give me a blowjob in the kitchen. You said something like, most things you want are complicated, but when I made you want to suck me it wasn’t.”
“I said, there was no but. Well, for Cindy, there is hardly ever any but.” Then, she laughed, suddenly, and Derek was struck by how much he loved that sound, and how little he had heard it recently. “Cindy does have a nice butt. She just doesn’t make anything complicated.”
“Life is complicated, though. Cindy can make everything simple because you and I do all the complicated thinking for her.” said Derek.
“I know. That’s the gift you gave her that I want. Why can’t you do that for me?”
“Are you sure? You won’t be ... you, any more.”
“I don’t want to be me.”
Derek stood up. “Give me a moment to think,” he said, and walked to the back of the darkened yard. He stared up at the twinkling starlight through the trees. Goddess, he thought, can you give me some sort of sign here? A tiny shooting star streaked across the night sky, as if on cue. He sighed. Can you give me a sign that comes with a decoder ring?
The night was beautiful, his wife was beautiful, and he loved her. There wasn’t a question, really. It was in his power to give her what she wanted. He looked back, and with his eyes adjusted, he could see her clearly, nearly facing him in her chair, dressed in a nightshirt and panties.
He turned, and strode over to her, purposefully.
“What did you...” Melissa began, but he silenced her with a hand, and then reached down and pulled her hips forward, so she was perched on the edge of the chair.
“I love you,” he said, kneeling down. “I would do anything for you.” And he pulled her panties down and began to lick.
He brought her to orgasm after orgasm, lavishing attention on her pussy. They stayed outside, in the same position, for over an hour. When his tongue and mouth became sore, he switched to his hands, but he never let up. And as he did so, as he focused more attention on solely his wife’s pleasure than he ever had before, he looked into her mind and rewrote.
He tried to leave as much of her as he could, while remaining true to making her life simple. When he finally finished, she had come more than a dozen times. The first few were quiet, hesitant, but she became louder and more expressive as the complexities, the buts, were stripped away.
Finally, Derek was done, and he stood up. He had just given a gift to the woman he loved. He only hoped he would still love what she wanted to become.
Melissa took his hand, quiet and meek, and they went inside. Cindy was waiting, anxious, by the back door. She had on sweatpant shorts and a tee shirt.
“Mr. Collins from next door came by about the noise,” she said. “I told him it was probably a cougar loose in the neighborhood.”
Melissa looked at her, a quirky smile on her lips. “Come on, Cindy, I’m not that old,” she said.
“Oh, Mistress! Are you feeling better?” Cindy said, relieved.
“Yes, Cindy. I’m fine now.” Melissa said, “But I’m not—”
Derek cut her off. “Yes, you are,” he said. The look of contentment on Melissa’s face when she nodded at his correction and moved on, accepting it, nearly broke his heart.