Control (Part 6)

I reached for my mobile. She ran to attack me, jumping and grappling me to the ground. And then, she was straddling me.

I felt a little dizzy. Hard floor. Must have hit my head. I couldn't move for the moment. The phone must have been knocked out of my hand. She had me.

"You bumped your head? I know what will make that better. I've got some pussy medicine that can take care of that."

She stood up, removed her panties, and tossed them casually aside.

She knelt down to put her pussy to my face. It was so warm, I could feel the heat irradiating my face. And that smell, oh well. Maybe this meeting had turned her on even more.

"I wasn't joking when I said I was wet. Lick it. Lick that pussy."
"I can't believe you're doing this."
"Lick me. Lick that pussy."

It was hard to breathe amongst her humid pubic hair. And I had to somehow catch her off guard to get out of this.

I had to have her believe I was compliant, so I licked her. I licked those wet pussy lips and tasted her pussy juice. She was well lubricated and she tasted good.

"Put your tongue in there. Put your tongue in my pussy."

I did. I inserted my tongue into her wet hole. She liked that, and she moaned with pleasure.

"That's good. Mmmh. Oh yes. Are you enjoying that?"

I thought she would check my cock to see if this was turning me on. So I focused on getting stiff. I could feel her hand reaching round to my groin, and she stroked my hard shaft through my trousers.

"Mmm, you're a big boy. That's a big dick you have there,  Mr Hayes. Your wife must be proud."

I think I had her distracted now.

I twisted my head to the right and bit as hard as I could into her pussy.

She jumped off me and staggered back, screaming. Just enough time to scramble for the phone.

I got it. Unlocked it. Dialed security.

"Chris Hayes. Security to Meeting Room 6! Emergency!"

She wasn't going anywhere, she was a crying heap on the floor, clutching her sore vagina. And I think I drew blood. I could taste a little in my mouth.

And that was that. An escort out of the building, a formal charge given to her for assault, an interview with the Police and a date to turn up to the Crown Court to be a witness. They gave me a week off work too.

Jenny was supportive. I told her all about it and she didn't think less of me, probably all due to the fact I didn't give in to this girl's demands and did what I could to escape. Though Jenny couldn't kiss me whilst she could still smell Chloe's scent on my face. I understood.

So, anyway, that leaves the time I told Jenny about Bal-Shaggaroth. It had to happen.

I wanted to find the perfect time to talk to her all about this. Some time where nothing else was going on. And when I wasn't still affected by this Chloe incident.

I left it until Saturday night. No work, no worries, the ideal time.

After Jenny put the kids to bed, and after a light meal of carrot and coriander soup (home made, yum), I told her there was something I wanted to talk to her about.

"What is it?"
"Jenny? I love you, and I want to be the man who makes you happy."
"I'm happy. You make me happy. I don't understand."

She looked confused. In hindsight, I could understand why.

"There's one part of our life which needed some help. I know what we've got is good, don't get me wrong, we have a great house, a great family, and we work well together as a couple, but, as a man, I felt like I've been letting you down. I'll get to the point - it's about the premature ejaculation thing."
"I thought the doctor said there wasn't much you could do but try and cut out the stress. You're not being a guinea pig for work again are you?"
"Oh no oh no, definitely no. OK, this is gonna sound weird, but just hear me out. I've been given something by someone to help me with this problem."
"A thing? What, like an implant or something? Chris-"

I could see she was getting worried. So I got it out. The stone.

"This is it. Have a look."

I handed over the stone and she studied it.

"It's a pebble. Does it have something inside it? Chris, what have they done to you?"
"It isn't from work. This is gonna sound weird, but it's magical. No drugs, no implants, just magic."
"Chris, you're acting really strange. What do you mean, magic?"
"I was on the way home one night. There was this... genie in the back of the car and he gave it to me, said it would cure me. You know how much this thing bothers me, right, so I said yes."
"Chris. It's a rock. You found a rock somewhere and you're being really weird. I don't want you to have counselling again."
"Look, I'll prove it yo you."

I got up, unloosened the belt of my jeans, unzipped and dropped them, then I pulled down my boxers.

Jenny stared at it. Then at my face. Then back to it.

"Chris. What's happened to your cock?"
"It's bigger. I had to prove to you I wasn't lying. If you pass me the stone, I'll show you what it can do."

Jenny didn't pass it to me. She held onto it and started crying.

"Why are you crying?"
"I wish you'd told me, Chris. What have you done?"
"I wish I could have told you. Look, I know it's difficult-"
"Well how do I feel about it? You've done something to yourself, Chris, and I don't care whether it's 'magic', or something else, but you've gone and changed yourself."

I pulled up my boxers and trousers back on, and sat down beside her. She shuffled away from me.

"Jenny."
"What?"
"I only did this for us. And I wouldn't have done it if I knew it would have upset you like this. Look, I'll make you a drink. I know it's all of a sudden, all of this, but when we're ready, I'll tell you everything about it. I'm sorry."

She sniffled and reached for a tissue to blow her nose.

"I'll have a tea."
"I'll get you a tea."

A tea later and she had calmed down a little, and she told me she wanted to know more about what I had done.