True Love (The Society #4)

Chapter 10 – Two Mechanical Rubber Fists

Thursday – Thanksgiving, 2023

Ash

“Yes, yes, we’ll hang out again soon,” said Tanner as he practically shooed his friends out the door.

Jacob peered over Brooklyn’s shoulder. He waved at me.

I waved goodbye at my grandson and smiled. He was so cute. It was strange how easily I fit with Tanner’s friends. And how easily I’d started to call a kid not related to me or Tanner at all my grandson. I smiled. I was pretty sure I was an amazing grandparent.

I waited for the last guest to cross the bridge before closing the door. And when I turned around, Tanner stepped forward, slamming my back against it.

“Finally.” He exhaled like the past few hours had been excruciating.

“Didn’t you have fun?”

“It’s not exactly fun to be worried about setting my apartment and all my loved ones on fire.” He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He groaned in my ear and carried me away from the door.

I buried my fingers in his long hair.

“Maybe don’t touch me,” he said, his voice tight .

I lifted my hands and the weight shift almost made us topple over.

Tanner laughed and pressed his hand against the wall to steady himself. “You can still hold on to my shoulders. Just...don’t make me cum.”

I smiled. I loved how turned on he was right now. I’d been so embarrassed that I’d had sex with other people before showing up to Tanner’s Thanksgiving. But if anything, Tanner had seemed to really like it. I was pretty sure he was seconds away from burning One57 to the ground.

Tanner reached the door of his masturbatorium and tried to open it. But it was locked. “Nigel!” he yelled over his shoulder.

Nigel appeared beside us.

I thought I’d feel uncomfortable with my legs around Tanner’s waist...but I guess I was finally used to Nigel watching me all the time.

“You gotta let me in,” said Tanner.

Nigel shook his head. “I’m sorry, Master, it’s not quite finished yet.”

“Now, Nigel,” he said firmly.

“Maybe if you just set Mistress Ash down you wouldn’t be so dangerously aroused...”

“Nigel, it’s an emergency,” said Tanner.

Nigel’s eyes grew round and he nodded. “Okay. It’s not perfect yet...but if you insist.” He pulled out a key, unlocked the door, and pushed it open just a bit.

The only thing I could see was still blinding white tile.

“Mistress Ash, if you’ll follow me into your command center. ”

Tanner set me down on the ground. He slapped my ass before disappearing into his masturbatorium.

Nigel unlocked the adjacent door and motioned for me to go inside. It looked like a video gamer’s paradise. There was a fancy red and black gaming chair, monitors all over the walls, and neon lights.

Nigel walked into the room and turned on all the screens.

Ah! Most of them of them were filled with gifs I’d made of me doing the naughtiest things. One of the screens was a live feed of me. And the one in the middle showed Tanner in his masturbatorium.

He was standing there completely naked. But unlike before, the room wasn’t empty. Now there were mechanical arms on either side of Tanner, each with a rubber hand attached.

Nigel pressed a button. A hole in the wall opened in front of me and a giant dildo slid out.

What the? I reached out and poked it.

A second later, one of the rubber hands in Tanner’s masturbatorium mimicked my movement and poked Tanner’s dick.

I turned to Nigel. “Can Tanner see me?”

“Not yet. When you’re ready to go live, just hit that button.” He pointed to a big red button. “Then he’ll be able to see you and any gifs that you drag next to yourself on the screen. Let me show you.” Nigel grabbed the mouse and dragged a gif of me and Chastity completely naked in our American flag makeup. We were both kneeling in front of a soldier’s huge cock with our mouths open. The caption read: “When your girlfriend says she’s hanging out with her bestie. ”

I snatched the mouse from him. “No! Not that one. I don’t want Tanner to see Chastity naked.”

Nigel nodded. “Right, no one should have to see Chastain naked in front of that little penis. It is not arousing for anyone.”

Little penis? What was he talking about? That soldier was hung.

“How about this one?” Nigel tried to grab another photo to drag over, but I swatted his hand off the mouse.

“No. Stop it. I don’t want you to see these.”

“I’ve already seen all of them.” He smiled at me.

“Get out of here. And I mean really leave. Don’t just hide against the wall. Wait! Can you go get me some lingerie?”

Nigel walked over to a closet and opened the door. It was already fully stocked with sexy clothes. Nigel pulled out a lacy black lingerie set. He started pulling it off the hanger. “Let me dress you before I leave, Mistress.”

“No. Leave.”

“But I’m here to serve...”

“Nigel, please get out of this room so I can have virtual sex with my boyfriend.”

Nigel sighed. “I will be right outside if you need me.”

“Please don’t be right outside.”

“Yes, just a few feet away from the door then.”

I shook my head as he finally left the room. He stepped a few feet away from the door and just stared at me .

What was he doing? I’d of course meant the door between us would be closed. I walked over and slammed it shut.

Okay. Time to get sexy. I hated to admit it, but Nigel had actually pulled out the perfect set of lingerie. It even had stockings, just like Tanner liked. I quickly changed and hit the big red button.

“So you wanna hear about all the slutty things I’ve done to try to free you?” I said into the mic.

“Yes.” Tanner’s voice came through the speakers. He was staring into the camera and I knew he could see me too. Because his eyes scanned down my body, taking in the lingerie I’d put on for him.

“And you wanna see pictures?”

“Yes.” His voice sounded so strained.

“And you want me to jerk you off while I tell you about them?”

He didn’t respond. But I watched his Adam’s apple rise and then fall on the screen.

“I can’t believe you didn’t believe I was actually doing this. I take your freedom very seriously, Tanner. I can’t wait to do this for real. Not just through a mechanical arm.” I reached forward and grabbed the dildo. The mechanical hand mimicked my movement.

He groaned.

“So where should I begin?” I asked, leaning forward to give him a better view of my breasts.

He licked his bottom lip as he stared at the new angle. “Did you really fuck your trainer that first Monday I was away?”

“You mean after I sent you this text?” I dragged the picture of me in front of some workout equipment. The caption read: “This cute guy keeps hitting on me at the gym. Will you still love me if I fuck him?”

“Yes, after you sent that.”

“Mhm.” I dragged a gif of a me holding onto a barbell while I bounced up and down on a muscular guy’s cock. The caption read: “Your girlfriend ‘working out’ with her trainer.” I shook my head. “Wait! No. That was just before I sent you that cum selfie. The first guy was black…” I grabbed a gif of me on my knees in the gym shower sucking a big black cock. The caption read: “Your girl spends more time in the shower than in the gym.” The gif panned up to show the guy’s face. “Shit, that wasn’t it either. That was from last weekend. Let’s see...”

Tanner was just staring at the gifs. So I took a moment to stare at him. I never got to see him so exposed like this. I thought my favorite part of him was his eight-pack abs. But I had full view beneath that now. And yes, his cock was glorious. But I’d also already known that from playing with it in his memory. What I was busy staring at now was where his abs tapered off at his waist. He had a perfect Adonis belt. I couldn’t wait till he was free so I could trace every line with my tongue.

“Baby, I’m happy to stand here for hours while you stare. But if I don’t cum in a few minutes I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

“Right. Sorry. You’re just so sexy.”

He smiled at the cameras. “You know what would be sexy? If you took off your bra.”

“Bad boy. We can do that later. I’m in the middle of my sexcapade tales for you.” I shook my head and started scanning through lots more gifs. I hadn’t meant to be torturing him. He was tortured enough by having to do this instead of feeling my mouth.

I grabbed a gif of me bent over in the locker room. My yoga pants were pulled down around my thighs. A ripped black guy was grabbing my ponytail as he fucked me from behind. “There we go. What do you think?” I started stroking the dildo. “Do you like seeing someone pull my hair?”

Tanner groaned again.

“I guess that means you like me being a whore at the gym. Well here’s one more.”

There was a gif of me squatting with cum all over my face. I was arching my back and getting fucked from behind with my arms pinned behind my back. The caption read: “The trainer showed your girl a few new stretches.”

“Who’s cum is that?” asked Tanner.

“My other trainer. I went through two trainers that day.” They’d both had the most amazing abs. And huge cocks. But neither were as good as Tanner’s. I stared at him as I jerked him off with the robotic hand. I’m so lucky.

“I can’t believe you really did all these things.”

“You knew I did. You already saw some of the evidence.”

“What?”

“That night you and Cole got into a fistfight at the Society. You’d just seen the gif of us.”

“I didn’t get in a fight with Cole because of any gifs. I got in a fight with him because we were supposed to go on a man date. And he stood me up to try and swoop in a steal you. I always seem to forget that modern day gentlemen really behave like anything but.”

“Oh.” Well, crap. I needed to change the subject immediately. “Coolio.” Coolio? Stop it. I cleared my throat. “Do you like this picture?”

He didn’t respond. But he was staring at the gif.

“Of me getting fucked from behind?” I stroked him a little faster.

“Naughty girl.”

“That wasn’t even close to the naughtiest thing I did.”

“What was?”

“Well…” I looked over at all the different gifs of the things I’d done. I grabbed one of me in white lingerie sucking cock in a hotel room and dragged it onto the screen for Tanner to see. The caption read: “Your girl closed a huge deal on her business trip.” I’d probably get fired if Mr. Frost knew what I did to close that deal…

Tanner shrugged. “That doesn’t seem so bad. I was more curious about you getting gangbanged.” He raised his eyebrow at me. Like he didn’t believe it had actually happened.

“Oh, really? You like the idea of me getting gangbanged?” I stroked him faster.

He cursed under his breath.

“Is that why you let your teammates keep hitting on me? Because you wanted me to fuck them?”

Tanner groaned. His muscles started to tense.

I couldn’t wait to see him explode. I pushed one of the straps of my bra down, exposing myself.

His eyes fell to my breast .

“You like your teammates using your girlfriend for their pleasure?” I moved my hand on the dildo even faster, and the hand on him mimicked the movement.

“Just like that.” His voice caught. He was so close, I could tell.

I watched his abs tense even more. And his chest rise and fall faster. God he was so fucking sexy. “If you cum I’ll know you wanted me to fuck every last one of them.” I tightened my fist around the dildo ever so slightly as I stroked him faster.

Tanner groaned and a stream of cum landed in the little river, sizzling. The water started smoking as he kept cumming. His body shuddered and he sighed. And then he gave me a cocky grin. His eyes fell back to my breasts.

I smiled and leaned back in my chair. “Good, because I already fucked them. Twice.”

“What?” asked Tanner.

I pulled all the pics over that I’d taken so Tanner could see them. I was devasted after I lost the pictures from Miami due to my slippy jizz fingers tossing my phone into the pool. So I’d fucked the team a second time at the pool at Club Onyx.

I stared at the pictures of the team. What the heck? There were some from the Miami pool party too. Wait. How were these here? I scanned through them. They were all here. I guess Nigel had installed some kind of backup on my last phone. Thank God. I’d have to thank him later for that. And for this setup. This was so much fun! I was already thinking of how fun it would be to do a little striptease for Tanner through the cameras .

I smiled at the pictures I’d pulled over for Tanner to see. He was going to LOVE these. I was so glad they hadn’t been lost forever.

There was a picture of me measuring Zico. And one of me looking shocked at how big Pickpocket was. There was a gif of the entire team lined up with their hard cocks and me on my knees going down the line sucking.

I’d gotten one of me riding Jam’s hard cock with a tape measure around my neck.

I was face down on a lounge chair getting impaled by Pickpocket.

I was standing by the pool, completely naked and covered in cum, giving a thumbs up. Surrounded by all his teammates. This one had a caption: “Your girlfriend is the biggest morale booster for the team.”

“What. The. Fuck,” said Tanner.

I looked away from the pictures and stared at the screen of him. And he looked...pissed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “I swear I fucked all of them. Even though it was just supposed to be a blowbang. One sec…” I had pictures of all of it... Wait. I leaned closer to the screen. There was a gif that had been put together of me getting fucked by each one of his teammates. The caption was: “Guess how many of your teammates your girl has fucked?” And then a number in the corner counted up from 1 to 10 as the gif showed me with each guy.

Had Nigel put that together? That was top notch. I pulled it onto the screen for Tanner to see. I smiled. Nice one, Nigel. This was very creative.

“Jesus,” said Tanner .

I looked back at his screen. And he looked even more pissed.

“I can’t believe you did that.” He stepped away from the hand and grabbed his pants off the floor.

Was he leaving?! “What are you talking about? I thought you wanted me to! You literally said that if they wanted to fuck me, all they had to do was invite me to a pool party. And then you took me to a pool party with them the next day.”

“That was a joke, Ash.” He pulled on his pants.

The way he said my name made my heart beat funny in my chest. I was used to him calling me baby. Hearing my name out of his mouth in that tone felt like a slap in the face. “Well that was very unclear!”

He shook his head as he pulled on his shirt.

“Wait, you’re not allowed to be mad. I followed all the rules!”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did...”

“They’re my friends.”

I swallowed hard. I...I...I’d thought they were just his teammates. I didn’t know they were his friends. My stomach twisted into knots. I hadn’t meant to do anything wrong.

“And friends are off limits.” He shook his head and buried his fingers in his hair. “Wait, and did you say you fucked them twice ?”

“Yes. But that was only because the first time I did it I dropped my phone into the pool thanks to my slippy jizz fingers.”

“Slippy what? ”

“Slippy jizz fingers. One of the guys tossed me my phone, but it slid right through my fingers and into the pool. Because my fingers were so slippy.”

Tanner shook his head. “First it was sticky jizz fingers and now...”

“I know, right? I think it’s a viscosity thing of the skeeter. I’m thinking that the healthier you are, the more slippy. Since the team made it slippy and the sausage king made it sticky. Probably because he eats too many sausages.”

Tanner looked up at the ceiling like he couldn’t believe what I was saying.

But it was all true. I just needed to explain it better. “I thought those pictures were lost. So I had to do it again to get pictures so you wouldn’t be mad. But I guess Nigel had some kind of backup on my phone? So you actually got all the pictures! Yay!” It was the most unenthusiastic yay I’d ever said in my life. “See how some of them are at the villa and some are at the pool at Club Onyx? Double the pictures. So really it’s double the fun for you...” my voice trailed off when I saw the look on his face.

He looked so hurt.

If I had known his teammates were his friends...I never would have done it. God, this was as bad as me fucking Matthew Caldwell or something! Damn it! This wasn’t really my fault. I had double the pictures because of Nigel! Fucking Nigel! “Say something,” I said.

“Is that why the team played so bad last weekend? Because they’d been fucking you the night before?”

“Probably...”

Tanner let out a huge sigh .

“Please don’t be mad at me. I thought I was supposed to… Oh my God. I’m such a slut. I can never look at you again.” I pulled my bra back into place, grabbed my clothes off the floor, and ran out of the room.

I felt tears welling in the corner of my eyes. I hadn’t meant to upset him. I’d been trying to free him. Teammates. Friends. Fuck! How was I supposed to know they were his friends?

“Ash!” Tanner yelled after me.

I kept running.

“Ash, wait!” He grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall so I couldn’t flee.

All I wanted to do was never show my face again. I couldn’t even look at him. We were standing in the hallway covered in old paintings. So I looked at one of him from a century ago instead of the real him in front of me. “I’m so so so so so sorry. I really thought I was being a good girl.” I cringed, thinking of him calling me that at the table. “I mean, obviously getting railed in the shower every day at the gym isn’t good girl behavior. Or fucking all our prospective butlers during the interviews. Or having a contest with Chastity at the Veterans Day party to see who could find the soldier with the biggest cock. For the record, Chastity won. But he was the first one to get here when I sent that naked picture out, so I still got to ride his huge cock...” My eyes grew round. I should really stop talking now. I tore my eyes away from the picture and stared at Tanner.

He looked so hurt.

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry for fucking your entire soccer team. ”

He took a deep breath and stepped back, releasing me from his grip. “Fucking my friends just brings up really bad memories.”

This whole situation was hard. And I’d just made it so much worse. But I was finally out of word vomit. So I just stared at him.

He sighed. “In the 1830s we moved to Ireland.”

Was he finally about to tell me about his time during the potato famine? Or whatever it was that was so terrible about his time there?

“Me and few other lads invented croquet.” He walked over and pulled a sheet off a painting. Tanner was in a super colorful tuxedo with a croquet mallet in a lush green field. There was an amazing castle behind him.

“For years, we had the best time. For once, I finally had some friends other than just Nigel. And there was a girl…”

I pressed my lips together.

He pulled a sheet off another painting. There was a gorgeous redhead with freckles wearing a sexy green ballgown. She had a croquet mallet over her shoulder. The portrait would have been very flattering if someone hadn’t drawn devil horns and a mustache on her with a Sharpie.

“What’d she do to deserve that?”

“Well…one day I was out late drinking with Nigel and Karl Marx.”

“Karl Marx? As in…the author of the Communist Manifesto?”

“Yup. He frequented our club. He was terrible at croquet. But Nigel thought he was entertaining. So he helped write down all Karl’s ridiculous ideas as a gag…” Tanner shrugged. “Long story short, Karl hadn’t been joking and published the book. Nigel has always felt bad about the role he played in creating communism. Which was why we went to Russia in the 1980s to help bring down the wall…

What the actual fuck? Nigel helped write the Communist Manifesto as a gag?

“Anyway, all of that is neither here nor there. We were talking about her.” He pointed to the horned lady. “I thought I was in love with her. She told me she was in love with me. But then I got home from that meeting and found her last name on my lamp. And when I looked out the window, I saw my best friend fucking her right in the middle of the croquet court.” He shook his head. “That was actually my first true love match. God that stung.”

This had happened ages ago. But I still felt the pain in his voice. The betrayal of his supposed friend. And I’d just brought up all those feelings again...

“It did, however, make me realize that I might actually be able to get free by helping women find love. So I guess I have her to thank for that…” He stared at me. “And if I’d somehow ended up with her, I never would have met you.” His eyes softened.

I shook my head. He’d loved that girl and she’d betrayed him. Just like I had. That horned bitch didn’t deserve him. And neither did I. All I’d wanted to do was free him. But maybe I’d gotten carried away.

In all the years I’d been with Joe, I’d never felt satisfied before. Tanner had taught me how great I could feel in the bedroom. And out of it. And I just... I’d somehow become a fucking whore in the process.

I was the new horned lady.

I deserved to be on his wall with a mustache and beard.

Hell, I felt like drawing the horns myself.

My stomach churned again. I was going to be sick.

I stared at the hurt on Tanner’s face.

It felt like someone had stabbed my heart with a knife.

“I’m so so so so sorry,” I said again, anxiously twisting my magical ring around my finger. But I knew that apologizing after the fact didn’t help anything. I couldn’t undo what I’d done. And the fact that I’d enjoyed getting gangbanged by his entire team twice just made it a thousand times worse. And my name hadn’t even appeared on his lamp. I’d done it twice for no freaking reason. He was still cursed.

I glanced at the picture of Tanner looking happy with his croquet mallet. Before that bitch had to go and ruin it.

I pictured him happily walking around Manhattan in a colorful suit too. Back when I’d stared at him with binoculars. He’d looked so carefree. So content. He’d been happy in his life here. He’d created roots with the Caldwells and Hunters. He’d been living his best life.

Before I had to go and ruin it.

“I...” my voice trailed off. Tanner was a great man. And I wasn’t a good human. I deserved to have my liver squashed. The ultimate punishment. Happily ever afters were for people like him. Not for monsters like me. I pulled off my magical healing ring and handed it to him. “I can’t do this anymore.”

This time when I ran away, he didn’t stop me.