Chapter 16

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The next afternoon, Delilah was on Miles’s lap, silently and considerately stroking his Massive Cock while he sorted through some paperwork. Every few seconds she would whisper something right on the edge of his hearing—You’re So Incredible. I Love You, Daddy. You’re My Only Man. I Exist For You. Every Other Boy is So Useless. You’re The Only Man.—and so on, just something sweet for him to hear if he decided he wanted to hear her.

It was his decision whether he wanted to pay attention to her, after all.

She wore a devastatingly tight blue dress from Stella McCartney, Alaia platform booties, and enough ice to pay for a small third-world country.

Suddenly, the cops busted through the door of Miles’s office with guns in their hands. Emma staggered in behind them, hands up, eyes clearly glassy from cumming.

“I’m sorry!” she said. “I was looking at a picture of Maste….err…Boss, I mean. And they kind of just snuck by, and…”

“You fingered yourself for like two minutes straight while we tried to get your attention,” said Officer Grant. “My partner yelled at you and slammed her fist down on your desk.”

“You try not fingering yourself when you work here!” Emma stamped a high-heeled foot. “He’s really fucking something, god. I mean, I got to suck his Cock for like an hour this morning and I’m not supposed to finger myself for the rest of the day until he wants to fuck me? Is that really what you expect in a working environment?”

Officers Grant and Primm didn’t know how to respond to this.

“Emma,” said Miles. “Leave us. These officers just want to ask a few questions, don’t they?”

Pouting beautifully, Emma strutted out, making sure to bend over at the waist to grab something imaginary on the way out so Master could admire her tartan skirt-clad ass.

After the door shut, Primm shook her head. “Actually,” she said. “We’re here to arrest you. We’ve got all the evidence we need, and…”

They stepped closer to the desk and saw that Delilah had not stopped stroking his exposed Cock this entire time.

Tonya Grant was tall, imperious, platinum blonde. A Slavic goddess. A Valkyrie. Primm was short and stout, built more like a fire plug than a woman. Together, next to one another, they looked like the number ten.

Grant wore tight fuck-me leggings and a pair of ankle boots. Her leather jacket was cut short and all she had underneath was a barely-there sheer silk blouse. She was ready to fuck, and that Primm didn't see it only meant she was as stupid as she was unattractive. Probably, Delilah considered, being near Miles's Cock in weeks past had made Primm a little more stupid, which only made Delilah more aroused.

“Would you mind not doing that?” Primm asked.

Delilah winked at her, continuing to stroke. “Who, me?”

A hot spurt of cum shot from Miles’s Cock. Delilah leaned over and licked it up, making sure every drop went down her eager throat.

“You’ve interrupted my fiance and I in a very intimate moment,” said Miles. “I don’t see a reason for her to stop just because you decided you wanted to talk.”

“But she’s…she’s…” Primm stuttered. “I mean, she’s, just like, she’s…”

“She’s stroking my Cock.”

“His large, important, handsome Cock,” Delilah demurred.

They could see it clearly over the edge of his still-not-repaired desk; Miles’s desk was rather tall and they could still see it. It was impressive.

“Would you please stop?” Primm asked. Her voice was quiet.

Grant was suspiciously quiet during all this; like she didn’t want him to stop at all.

Delilah had already put most of two and two together. Though she was cunning, being around Miles’s Incredible Cock was distracting. Seeing Grant’s face now, though—the lust, the need, the beauty she possessed—she put it together.

Grant was Affected. And if she was Affected, that meant she was Worthy.

She hadn’t put her gun away, but it was obvious why she still had it out. Obvious to Delilah, anyway.

Primm shook her head, trying to clear it. Delilah knew that wouldn’t work.

“T-this is madness! We’re not here to talk! We’re here to arrest you. You are hereby under arrest. You need to come with me or, h-h-handjob or not, fuck-You’re-so-big, we’re going to-to-to…”

Delilah snuggled up tighter, putting her hot body on display and made her strokes even longer and more frequent. The schlock sound filled the office. His Cock was shiny in the high lights. Every flaw of Primm was exposed in the same way that every hot detail of Delilah and Detective Grant was on display.

“To…to…fuck. Tonya…” Primm put a hand to her head. “I think I’m being ****. Help.”

She slumped down in the nearby chair. Grant cast a sneer her way and then raised an eyebrow at Miles; he spurt cum again. This time Delilah was ready for him, her hot lips locking on to his massive head and slurping him down.

Grant shook her head. “I’m not fooled by any of this, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. You’re acting like you just want a bunch of fuckpets, but there’s a lot more at play, isn’t there?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Detective.”

“Sure you do. The other eight city council members and the mayor haven’t shown up to work in a week. They’ve all got some crazy flu. The doctors don’t know what to do with them. It’s not an election year—the election just ended—and every donor you have has already maxed out their legal contributions. They’ve even started a SuperPAC just for you that’s worth something in the millions. More than half of those donors have sold their houses in the past week to create funds. They’re going to live in squalor just to give you money.”

Miles smiled. “I’m going to jail for creating a loyal following?”

“Oh, that. No. We have reason to believe you murdered Taylor Fountaine to acquire all her money. There’s some unidentifiable compound in her blood. Our forensics team was working on it but they’ve all…decided they had better uses of their time.”

Probably, Delilah thought with Miles’s beautiful Cock in her mouth, they were exposed to the concentrated source of Worship that Miles dumped into that woman’s body and became worshipers themselves.

“It’s obvious you’re fucking with all their heads,” said Grant.

“Y-yeah!” Primm’s voice slurred, body still slumped “How did you ever think you were going to get away with it?”

Tonya strutted toward the one side of the desk. She posed like the models from the day before. Flashing cleavage, tilting jawline, all angles and elbows. Eyes lingering on Delilah as she suckled and stroked.

“You're so fucking dumb,” she snapped at Primm. “He didn’t think he was going to get away with it.” She bit a lip. “That implies that he thinks that he’s got something to hide. But that’s his—that’s your game, isn’t it? You don’t think you have anything to hide.”

“No,” said Miles.

“You don’t think you have anything to be ashamed of.”

The love in her eyes was liquid ambrosia. Delilah ate it up, stroking her God easily and happily as she ever had.

“No.”

“You’re amassing money and followers and beautiful women to worship You. Like You’re some new God.”

“Yeah!” said Primm. She looked utterly dazed, barely comprehending what was happening. “What do you say to that?”

“I don’t know, Detective Grant.” Miles smiled. He popped Delilah off his Cock, turning with the meat pointed right at Grant. “What do you think of that?”

“You know what I think.”

Miles insisted. “Say it.”

Grant dropped to her knees, biting a lip, moaning. “I think it’s super fucking hot. I want to join you. I want to worship Your Cock, Master. I can be police chief if you want. I can fuck up this whole town for You. You are my God. I worship You. I've worshiped you for so long. Please,” she moaned, hands tugging at his thighs. “Please let me suck your Cock.”

“Wh-what?” Primm tried to jump up from her chair and instead floundered along the ground.

His presence had nearly paralyzed her nervous system

Detective Grant stood up and kicked Primm's gun away from her into the corner. No reason for any accidents.

“We’re putting you under arrest, Betsy,” said the gorgeous detective.

“I don’t understand.”

“Technically, it’s for conspiracy. Trying to frame an upstanding member of our political community. But really, it’s just because you’re too ugly to be his fuckpet.” Grant smiled at her new Master. “Isn’t that right, Daddy?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

His breaths became heated. He was always turned on, always ready to cum. But some of his cums were just punctuation marks, like periods. And some were exclamations. And an exclamation built up in him now.

“Y-you can’t do this,” Primm moaned as Grant handcuffed her. “You won’t get away with it.”

“Sure we will.” Grant laughed. “You’re so fucking stupid. Didn’t you see the hospital? Half the nurses belong to him. They’re just putting sugar water in the IV of the mayor. He'll probably be dead in a day or two. Miles runs everything. He may as well run me.” Grant turned her gun onto Primm. “Or we can take care of you in a quicker way.”

“Y-you wouldn’t. We've been partners for years!”

“I so fucking would.” Grant licked her lips. “Do you want me to, Sir?”

Delilah’s strokes increased in frequency and heat; nothing had turned her on more than seeing this.

“Fuck yes,” Delilah moaned. “Oh god, that would be so hot.”

Miles considered for a long time. Perhaps he was only letting himself feel Delilah’s loving strokes for a time, enjoying the scene as an art piece, like he might something in a museum.

“I could say she was arresting arrest…” Tonya licked her lips. It was obvious what she wanted. “We have witnesses. They always believe what the cops say in this town anyway.”

It was clear she only wanted to escalate for him—to do even more than he had ever hoped to ask for. To impress him. Delilah loved her for that—for wanting to make her Man happy.

“No,” said Miles finally.

Instantly, Delilah felt her desire to see it go away. She didn’t want ****, necessarily. She wanted willingness. And Grant had shown plenty of that.

“I don’t want to have to clean the floors,” he explained. “We just refurbished this whole place. Besides…there’s no reason to. The more crazies we have locked up telling their crazy story, the less people will believe anything legitimate.”

“So you didn’t kill the heiress?” Delilah asked.

“Kill her?” He snorted. “That old bat was crazy about me.”

Delilah nodded with understanding. “Of course she was.”

“She had a heart attack, poor dear, thinking about me. That’s one of the reasons I started changing your bodies.”

Delilah tweaked a nipple; her tits had grown three cup sizes since Miles took over her life. “That’s the reason, huh?”

He smiled as Tonya crawled over to his Cock and Delilah guided her willing lips down on him.

“One of them.”

[TO BE CONTINUED...]