Chapter 15

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There was a bit more business to take care of. Delilah just couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie.

At noon that day she met Helena for coffee. Helena had been and still was the single most gorgeous woman Delilah had ever seen. Delilah just edged her out, after more than a month of Miles’s cum and Presence and Cock had changed her.

That used to worry Delilah, but not anymore.

They sat down across from each other at Belle’s Cafe in the North Quarter, each of them dressed impeccably. Delilah still wore her business “suit” from that morning, her tight leather skirt making love to her thighs as she sat cross-legged across from Helena. Helena wore a tight white summer dress that hugged her ample bosom and barely hid any part of her sensational legs. The dress was Tom Ford, unless Delilah was mistaken.

To Delilah’s mild annoyance, Helena only looked down at her coffee. This would have been much easier if Delilah could lock gazes with her, hypnotize her, and be done. But Master had given her all sorts of tools to acquire hot pretty things for Him.

No reason to get upset.

Delilah’s presence was much like her Master’s, and already other people at the cafe stopped what they were doing just to watch her. Just to think thoughts of obedience, acquiescence, surrender to her will.

They were weak. But Helena was strong; that was why Miles Deserved her.

“I just think…I think I must be going crazy.” Helena stirred cream into her coffee slowly, lazily with a spoon. Distracted. Her voice, coated in her sultry exotic accent, stirred up the cream of Delilah's desire.

“How so?”

“I want it to be real. I want him to be in charge. I want him in charge of my entire life. But it can’t be real. It just can’t. Men have wanted me my whole life. It’s how I define myself, honestly. Every chapter of my life is one disappointing man after another, beginning with my father. After that it’s just…buying me endless gifts, praising me for my beauty. Begging me to pay attention to them. But Miles doesn’t do that.”

“He doesn’t have to.”

“No. He’s powerful. I’m married to the richest man in this state and even he doesn’t even touch the kind of power Miles is sporting. It’s so fucking…”

“Hot.”

Helena leaned forward. Inhaling Delilah’s scent deeply. “Yes. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. I…when I’m alone, I touch myself…and I…”

“All you can think about is him?”

“Yes. Of course, that. But more than that.”

“It feels like he’s the only one you’ve ever cum to.”

“Yes. You know what I mean, don’t you? He did this to you?”

“Have you been with any other men?”

“I’m married.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I…” Helena tilted her jaw slightly. “Pedro and I are waiting for the right time. Or, we were. Whenever I’m around him now, I feel sick inside. Like I ate bad sushi. I feel like vomiting whenever he tries to touch me. Meanwhile he’s more of a sick lost puppy than ever. He’s like a worm around me now. Yesterday I said I hated his hair and he shaved it all off. Can you believe that?”

Delilah could.

Miles wanted to fuck Helena badly. This whole game with Emma was, in all reality, just a distraction. Emma was gorgeous, and her attitude was even better, but there was something special about Helena. He would say her name while he came down Delilah’s throat.

She needed him to have her. She needed Miles to fuck Helena, and then fuck Delilah again, and then he would see that Delilah was better. And if Delilah got Helena for him, if she was the architect, that would prove once and for all that Delilah was his perfect Partner, his dark accomplice, his co-conspirator.

Cock-Conspirator?

“He is real,” said Delilah. “Miles is. Everything you’re thinking.”

She took a risk now. Helena had leeway. Helena could run away. Her willpower was strong. Stronger than Mona or Bonnie’s, certainly. Definitely stronger than Lily’s.

Emma, so naturally arrogant, had clearly wanted what Miles had to offer, so willpower was sort of hard to see with her.

But Helena? Helena could go either way if she wanted to…up to a point. If she spent more time with Miles, though…if she had too much alone time like Delilah did, she would fall. Every woman would fall before Miles’s Infinite Might. Delilah’s Cunt sang with the thought.

Helena stopped stirring her coffee.

“You’re serious?”

“He’s fucking us up. He fucked us all up. He made me hotter. Sexier. Taller. Tighter. He made me into exactly what he wanted.”

Helena looked up at her now. “You…you let him?”

Delilah laughed. “Think about what I just said. You think there’s any ‘letting’ about it? He made a decision. After that, it was only a matter of time.”

“But…you’re different. Than the others. They're so vapid. You're not.”

“When I realized it was too late…when I realized he was going to fuck my life no matter what, I decided to embrace it. And I’m the better for it.” She waggled a finger with the ring.

“Oh, gosh!” Helena looked at her hand for the first time. “I didn’t see before. I feel rude. That’s beautiful! He must…wow. He must be…”

“Completely smitten? Totally in love with me? Needs me as a partner?” Delilah smiled and did a low, sultry moan. “He completely is. But he’s rather taken with you, too.”

“But he has so many.”

“And he deserves more. He deserves beautiful women adoring him.”

Helena’s face blushed. Small pink tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“It’s not just Cock that you’ll get, either. Though that’s incomparable. I’ll never be sick again, for one. Never infirm. Never old. I’ll be young and gorgeous and everything he wants, forever. For as long as he wants. He is God, Helena. Shouldn’t you serve him now, while you have the chance?”

It took Helena a long time to respond. From the flush of her cheeks, her deep breaths making her bounteous breasts swell against her tiny blouse, the bead of sweat on her forehead, it was clear that she was turned on.

Delilah always turned girls on for Master.

Finally, they locked eyes. Delilah had been searching for Helena’s direct gaze this whole time. Now she was able to see directly into her soul.

“O-oh…” said Helena, her gaze going blank.

Delilah felt her own body relax as Helena locked on with her. Before, Delilah felt threatened. But now she had the rock. Now, she wanted to take initiative. Wouldn’t Miles love another pretty ****? Of course he would.

And if she whispered kindly, wouldn’t he make sure that Delilah was always prettier than her?

“It’s easy to understand, isn’t it?” said Delilah.

Helena sat up straight, staring deep into Delilah’s eyes.

“It’s easy to understand.”

Delilah spoke before really thinking about it. “So easy.”

She began to speak again, but Helena spoke the thoughts on her head without her even saying.

“He wants me.”

“He wants you,” said Delilah.

Their connection was so strong at this moment that Helena was almost clairvoyant, picking thoughts from Delilah’s head before she said them. Her eyes were so dark and liquid. Like the dark eyes of a perfect dark accomplice. Delilah's cunt turned molten.

“He Deserves Me.”

“He Deserves You.”

“Nothing can stand in His way.”

“Nothing can stand in His way.”

“We should be our Best for Him.”

“We should be our Best for Him.”

Delilah realized that she didn’t know who had spoken last. Their gaze, their locked eyes, green and dark, filled her lust-soaked brain. Was she leading, or was Helena? Did she care?

She heard the distant schlicking sound of fingerfucking; a sound she knew very well at this point. It was echoey, though. Helena was touching her cunt, that was clear. But more than that.

Multiple fingers, multiple cunts. If she possessed periphery vision, she would have noticed the pretty waitress falling down on her knees and moaning and touching herself, watching the hypnotic art show between Delilah and Helena. Other guests at the cafe did the same, touching themselves and breathing fast.

One man fell down, clearly having some kind of heart episode. Nobody helped him; nobody cared.

Their gazes transfixed just like Helena and Delilah’s were.

“He Deserves the Best at His Side.”

“He Deserves the Best at His Side.”

“You Know I’m the Best.”

“I Know You’re the Best.”

“It makes so much sense to Serve Him.”

“It makes so much sense to Serve Him.”

“It makes so much sense to Serve Me.”

“It makes so much sense to Serve You.”

Delilah again wasn’t sure who was speaking. It felt like they said each phrase at the same time, competing. Willpowers fighting each other.

Who would win? The virgin girl born beautiful with men begging after her to give up money and spend every last dime on her since before she was of age? Or the go-getting power-hungry demoness that Delilah had become?

More words were spoken. Competing, sliding. Their legs intertwining. Thoughts kept pouring into Delilah’s head, thoughts that she poured right out into Helena’s. They climbed toward each other, knocking over the table. Their voices intermingling and becoming a single, porous, worshipful song. Their heat building: orgasm approaching with every verse.

Surrender.

Obey.

Give in.

Love.

No More Will.

Only Willingness.

Surrender. Surrender. Surrender.

Helena’s beautiful face filled up her brain; Delilah knew her own body and face filled Helena’s. They came together and the whole cafe exploded in moans. A few women screamed. The man who’d had the episode wasn’t moving and still no one cared, no one moved. Goddesses in their midst; they daren’t even speak unless spoken to.

Delilah was sweaty. So was Helena. She was in her lap, or she was in her lap. Their legs criss-crossed together, heavy tits pressing into each other’s, foreheads nuzzling and lips mere millimeters apart from one another. Delilah felt love swelling inside of her for this beautiful creature. All she wanted to do was give her to Miles.

“So…”

Helena bit her lip. As she did, it brushed slightly against Delilah’s. The tingle of pleasure was almost tangible; like a magic wand running up and down her back. The whole cafe shuddered with her.

“We’re set, then? Like you said?”

Like she said? Delilah’s mind reeled. Hadn’t it been Helena? But, then…they had both been speaking so much…she knew plans had been made...

“Yes.” Delilah nodded. “Tomorrow night.”

Helena extricated herself from Delilah’s grip and kissed her lightly on the forehead. “I need to go look into a mirror for a while,” she said. “Figure things out. I always have so much clarity when I can look at myself.”

Delilah watched her strut away, openly admiring the turn of her ass. She tried to brush away the uncertainty of the meeting. She was going to be Miles’s wife; he didn’t want an uncertain wife.

She could trust Him. She could trust the ring.

Couldn’t she?

[TO BE CONTINUED]