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The Refugee part 9
🕑 Added 2025-09-10 08:00:02 +0000 UTCI spent a few hours preparing for Heather and then phoned Douglas. "Hello, my little soul stealer, is tonight the night?" He chuckled. "I ne
I spent a few hours preparing for Heather and then phoned Douglas.
"Hello, my little soul stealer, is tonight the night?" He chuckled.
"I never take things for granted, but everything is in place; you guarantee he is not returning today?"
"I have someone on site, harassing him about the time that the operation is down, and he is giving almost hourly updates. I have made certain that the problem will not be resolved until late tomorrow, leaving him no time to return, so you have a minimum of 48 hours as we speak."
"That is plenty of time. I sat down with Jenna to make sure that for the next two nights, whilst she is supposed to be at her friend's, she will want to make you happy with any idea you suggest."
"Damn you, I have yet to have a conversation with you that doesn't leave me as stiff as a board."
"Yes, well, remember this is your last opportunity with Jenna; she has to start earning her keep."
"I spoke to someone I know who has a taste for what you offer, and she is very keen to meet you. I did tell her you were busy tonight." He chuckled again.
"Good tomorrow we talk business, tonight we indulge."
I left him chuckling on the phone and went to take a shower.
Heather arrived home at her usual time, and I was waiting in a robe with a glass of her modified wine.
"Hello Nataliya, that's very kind of you." She said, smiling and taking the glass from me.
"I have just run you a bath," I said and ran a hand through my wet hair, "and I am going to dry it, enjoy your soak."
I saw her eyes roam over the short robe and my long legs.
"You spoil me, Nataliya. I will join you later."
I watched her walk to the bathroom in her tight grey business suit, and once the door was closed, I went to her phone and sent a text to her husband.
I have a headache after a tiring day, so I'm taking a tablet and going to bed early.
I hit send, then deleted the text. A few moments later, he replied. I started to read it, but it was just sympathetic words, so I gave up and hit delete. I took the battery out of the phone and put in the one from her daughter's matching model, which I had run out of juice, then I placed it back where she had left it. I took my robe off and put on a short transparent black chemise, and then poured a second wine and took it to her. As I had hoped, she had not locked the door, so I tapped and entered. I had left the bath full of soapy bubbles and rose petals, with lit candles to the side. She had her eyes closed and a smile on her face that let me know where her hand was resting. The angle she was resting kept her breasts out of the water, and as she opened her eyes and saw me, she slid down a little to cover them.
"I thought that if you had a busy day, you would be ready for a refill."
I held the glass out. She looked to her side at the three quarter drank glass and picked it up draining the last and handing it to me, then took the replacement and again her eyes roamed my body; the height I was at compared to her laying in the bath gave her the perfect opportunity to look under the short nightie at the black silk panties I wore.
"Thank you, I needed that." It sounded like she was purring.
"It is a pleasure, I am so happy living with you, enjoy your drink, I am going to find us something to watch on the tablet."
"I would like that, I will join you soon."
I turned and left the room, aware she was still watching me, happy that I was fueling her bubble play.
I lay down on my bed, flat on my stomach, and reached back and pulled the nightie up a little so my panties were on display, and then positioned the tablet on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows, and waited. When the door gently opened, I ignored it as if I were oblivious and engrossed in the clip that was showing. Only when she came onto the bed beside me did I turn and smile at her. She was wearing the small nightie we had bought shopping, and it showed her body off to perfection. She settled beside me and started to watch the viral clips.
"Jenna gave me instructions to continue her pampering regime," I said, reaching down the side of the bed and bringing her bag of massage oils into view.
"That long soak has relaxed me; you don't need to do that." She started to protest, but it was a hollow action; I knew by the way she spoke that she wanted it, and the drinks had removed her guard.
"Which one was your favorite?" I asked, rotating the bottles under her nose, holding the unlabelled bottle longer than the others. I had to gauge her reaction to make sure she still kept her tigerish capability, but I watched most of the fight go out of her. "You have lovely soft skin," I said as I rubbed the oil into her neck and shoulders, hearing a long sigh of contentment, and then taking a bolder approach, spreading the oil across her shoulders and nudging the thin straps with my fingers.
"These are in the way," and I pulled the tie so they came away. Now I could ease the nightie down as I worked the oil down her back, rubbing so gently that it became a caress.
"Mmmm." She moaned into the bed-sheets, her face buried amongst the cotton.
"Roll over for me, baby," I told her, grasping her shoulders and helping her to turn. I applied oil to the front of her neck and again slowly worked my hands down. Now was the time to test if my imprint commands had taken hold.
"You like having oil on your body, don't you?"
"Yes, it's so nice." Her words were slurred, her eyes out of focus.
"You like Nataliya putting oil on your body?" Almost the same question, but now shifting her focus to me.
"Yes, it's so lovely."
"Of course it is. You like having your skin touched, it isn't fair that your husband has been neglecting you, no longer excited by you, you want to feel wanted, don't you?"
"Yesss, I do." My hands caressed her skin as I asked every question, slow, sensual strokes that went close to but avoided intimacy, coaxing her to answer, to continue to receive attention. "You want Nataliya to continue touching your skin? making you feel nice?"
"Yes." Her eyes closed; she wasn't aware I was watching every facial spasm, reading her like a book.
"Nataliya loves you very much. I love you, Heather." No more third person, it was time to bring her focus into real time.
"I love you, too." Still slurred, but she meant it as she now knew it.
"You want my hands on your skin? making you feel nice?" A brief deviation to quickly and gently caress her breasts.
"I dooo." There was a need in her voice; it was just coaxing the genie out of the bottle now. I had to activate each command that was buried deep in her mind.
"You want me touching your skin?"
"Yess pleaseee."
"You want me to feel your body? to touch your tits?"
"Yesss, I want." She chewed her lip with arousal.
"You want to seduce me? to make love to me?" My hands glided over her skin, coming up to her breast, a finger sliding on the edge, nudging her need.
"I do." Her body was responding, and a hand struck out and found my skin. It was time.
"I am going to make love to you, Heather, you excite me, you horny bitch." I dipped my left hand down to the floor and picked up the two wraps of coke, one I put inside my mouth ready to bite down and release, the other I placed within reach. I slid both hands onto her breasts, squeezing, caressing, rubbing a thumb across a hardened nipple, and then kissed her. I waited for her to respond, and once she had, I broke off, released the drug onto my tongue, and kissed again, the high kicking in as our tongues entwined. I felt her come to life as her kiss deepened and quickly found the other wrap, spread over my fingers, and slid into her wet slit. Finally, the tiger was unleashed. Her passive side had gone; now she was a neglected, horny lesbian, her arms coming up onto my shoulders and pulling my nightie down. I was happy to help it slide off my body, and then tore at hers.
"I want your body," I shouted as I ripped away the fragile silk. The comment excited her, and her hands ran down my sides, pulling me close for another kiss. Our kisses became fierce as we each vied for dominance, our hands mirroring each other in clawing at breasts.
I gripped her panties and tore them away. Moments later, her hand did the same to mine. I knew then she was lost in the moment. I kissed her breasts, sucking hard on her nipple, feeling her arch as she tried to thrust more of it into my mouth. Her hand caressed my pussy, a finger probing. She wanted to dominate, so I conceded, letting her push me down onto the bed as she swung over me and ground her pussy against mine, her hand mauling my breast.
"Oh, you sexy bitch, fuck me," I shouted, grinding back and lifting my head to meet her kiss. Her lips came onto my body, kissing up to my tit, and then she held my nipple between her teeth, applying pressure until I groaned in lustful agony. Tiger wanted to play, well, so did I. I tugged her hair back and kissed her, another deep kiss. No way would her limp dick husband be able to satisfy this beast any longer.
"Let me fuck you," I said, staring into her eyes and then kissing down her body, her legs already spread invitingly. Her juice was like champagne, and limitless as I sucked and licked, feeling her bucking underneath me. She wasn't throwing this rider off as my tongue worked deeper.
"Don't stop." She shouted, trying desperately to spread wider. My hands slid under her buttocks and lifted, allowing easier access to the feast.
"Ahhh." I could faintly hear, as her thighs slammed shut in the climax and she thrust and writhed. I kept my tongue lashing against her clit, feeling a second climax following like an aftershock, and then she was still. I crawled up the bed and kissed her, letting her taste her juices, and then lay in her arms.
"Don't ever let me leave, I feel so loved here," I spoke gently, giving the impression of weakness, needing protection.
"I won't, Nataliya." Her grip was stronger as she spoke. I wrapped my legs around hers, and my hands moved to her breasts.
"I feel so safe in your arms, I just want to stay here forever." I stroked her hard nipples.
"You will, Nataliya. I want you to stay."
"I love you, Heather." More nipple play, coaxing an agreement in response.
"I love you, too." Her body responded to my attention as she pressed against me.
"I am going to fuck you," I said, breaking away and walking to my drawer and taking out my strapon. "Do you want the 7 or 10-inch?" I asked, holding both up.
"God the 10 Nat." An even better pet name. I locked it into place and walked slowly back to the bed.
After this, her husband would never be able to compare.
Comments
Vicki Smith
I've REALLY enjoyed this series. just curious, do we ever see Heather or her daughter conflicted like the training hasn't totally taken effect? Unless the series is near the end- I would prefer to keep Heather from Douglas longer - even if that means he has to do more modifications to Jenna to keep him placated.
