Cum as you are

Jodie checked her makeup in the mirror one more time ensuring it didn't clash with her bright red cloak and black bodice. Jodie twisted in the mirror kicking back her leg and making sure the flared skirt wouldn't be showing her apple bottom too much. The built in petticoat meant she would be on the verge of exposure all night if she wasn't careful. Everyone watching, waiting, to see something more….she wished she knew why that thought made her blush with excitement but she would think about that complicated question later, probably, for now she had a party to attend.

Stepping out of her room she saw Lauren and Marc waiting in their costumes, "Wow!" Marc said upon seeing her, "Jodie you look amazing." Lauren elbowed Marc lightly, "What? I'm a love bear."

"But really, you really do look great, Jodie."

Jodie smiled, grasping the sides of her skirt between her forefinger and thumb and dropping into a curtsey bowing to Lauren dressed as Goldilocks. "Thank you ever so much." Lauren returned a similar bow and both girls giggled at their own silliness. Jodie and Lauren both loved Halloween but for slightly different reasons and neither of them could help indulging in their roles. Lauren loved Halloween because it gave her an excuse to relive some magic that people seemed to lose as they age, that tiny spark in themselves that said they could be anyone or anything they wanted.

"Well, M'ladies," Marc placed a hand over his chest giving a small bow, "Your pumpkin carriage awaits if you would do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to the mega-balls."

Lauren rolled her eyes and slapped his arm playfully, "I told you stop calling it that. It's not funny."

"Then why am I laughing?" He asked, opening the door.

"Because I'm dating a twelve year old." Lauren smiled after she passed Marc not wanting him to see her childish smile.

Jodie followed the couple, pulling her cloak around her in the chill evening air, "And, like, I'm driving I thought?"

Entering megacorp Jodie waited eagerly for that excited energy she felt every year but it didn't come. She felt excitement for the party and to see her friends and even her boyfriend in a weird way but there was an element missing from her youth that she couldn't place in her mind. The first to find her that evening was Tiffany who was absolutely ecstatic to see Jodie's costume while she herself wore a genie costume showing plenty of flesh. "Jodie!" Tiffany wrapped her arms around Jodie happily pulling her into her own enhanced breasts.

"Tiff! Like who are you supposed to be?"

"I'm, like, Morgiana from Ali baba and the forty thieves, obvi!" Tiffany said, striking a pose, "it was my favorite story my daddy would read to me when I was little so I, like, decided to change my costume."

"Oh...wow." Jodie was briefly taken aback as she didn't expect Tiffany to know details about a story beyond what Disney put out but quickly covered her surprise with a smile. "Your dad sounds totally awesome."

Tiffany smiled "So, little miss red riding hood, are you hoping to find a woodsman or a big bad wolf?" She asked with a wink and a laugh.

Jodie blushed once again as she remembered Tiffany had admitted she wouldn't mind having a threesome with her, and while the thought of Tiffany as a potential sexual partner had been pushed back and replaced by fantasies about Eric and Adam it was never completely gone. "I think, like, uh, A-adam is the big wolf."

Tiffany smirked, "Is he really? You know I've never, like, had the pleasure myself but I've heard rumors."

"R-rumors?" She nervously played with her heart choker.

"That he's got a big cock, silly." Jodie laughed nervously as she thought back to earlier that morning and how she woke with her hand wrapped around his morning wood. "I know that smile." Tiffany bumped Jodie with her hip sounding a chorus of tingling metallic notes. "I just hope he knows how to use it, nothing worse than a big guy who doesn't even know what to do with it. Am I right?"

"Uh... totally. But size isn't, like, everything." Jodie felt a wound in her remaining shreds of masculinity. Before she considered herself average but after being with Eric and Adam and unknowingly taking estrogen she now could only concede she was small.

"No definitely not, I've had little guys who've totally rocked my world and a big boy just flopped on top of me." Jodie and Tiffany both laughed at the imagery before turning the conversation to Jodie's new side job.

"You don't think that's, like, going to get me in trouble do you?"

Tiffany shook her head, "They don't care what you do so long as you're not, like, stealing or selling secrets to the enemy. Which I guess is the same thing to them." They laughed once again, Jodie checked her make-up once more, knowing even if she understood any secrets she wouldn't know what to do with them and being out of a solid job, living from one gig to the next, no longer held the appeal it once did.

"Who's this delicious morsel I see before me?'' A voice growled behind as two arms spun her around causing Jodie to jump in surprise.

Adam wore a simple wolf mask over half of his face and a patch of black fur over his bare chest trailing down into his dark blue jeans and brown timberland work boots on his feet giving Adam even more height over Jodie, "Fuzzy." She smiled, running her hand through his fake furry chest.

Adam returned her smile before pulling Josie's chin up allowing him to kiss her hungrily on the lips. Jodie entwined her fingers in his faux chest hair and thoughts of Eric. His real chest hair, his real lips, how he would kiss her sweetly, his arm gently pulling her in at the small of her back. While Adam devoured her lips, squeezed her ass and pulled Jodie up nearly lifting her off of the ground.

Earlier that morning, Adam was awakened feeling Jodie wrapping her leg around his. When he originally felt the weight on his thigh he had briefly hoped she was waking him up once again with a morning blowjob or even riding him but alas it was not to be that morning. He looked to his sleeping form beside him, her beautiful face hidden behind her wavy red hair. She truly was a beautiful woman. He knew he would love to wake up earlier every morning if it meant he could watch and listen to gentle sounds of her sleeping peacefully. His mind slipped back to the purple toilet cover and floor mat now in his bathroom, it was such a small thing yet it gave him pause. Normally he would be on his next conquest already so this was completely new territory to him and he had to wonder if this is how fast real relationships progressed and if such a thing was worth the anxious feelings? But the little moments, like watching her sleep, and watching her favorite movie earlier that night before bed and even now seeing her in her costume and the feel of her lips on his made him think maybe it was.

As Jodie slowly woke she smiled sleepily, "Jodie?" He asked softly with a sternness in his voice that made her listen.

"Yes?"

"We need to talk."

Jodie's heart froze, she had expected this conversation eventually but not this quickly, "O-okay, this sounds serious." She sat up, suddenly not sure how she wanted this conversation to go.

"I think there's an aspect...a part of our relationship that we haven't really talked about and maybe we should before we go further with it." Adam turned to her and cleared his throat. He had had this conversation before but without the connection he felt for Jodie, "Do you know what a Dom is?"

Jodie was confused but answered, "Yeah?"

"Good. And...you're a sub."

Jodie thought about it, she had never considered herself submissive before...but she had definitely submitted to Adam, to Eric, and she loved every moment of it, "I, yeah, I think so. I mean, like, it sounds right." She laughed nervously.

"I want you to be my sub."

".... Okay... in what way?"

Adam smiled, "Well that's where we talk about what we do and what we don't want."

"...C-can I be honest? And don't, like, laugh at me?"

"Of course." He kept the offense from his voice.

"I've never...done anything like this before."

"We can start off slow if you'd like." Jodie swallowed hard, she was seriously thinking about this, about asking a man, her boyfriend, to dominate her sexually...and it excited her. "Like, we know you like being bound and gagged." Jodie blushed, her reddening face made Adam want to take her right then and there, but he needed to stay in control of himself and his situation. "Spankings. Edging. Orgasm control. Plugged. Watersports?"

"Like...jet skiing?"

"...not exactly." He chuckled, "We can talk more about that later. I have certain rules I want you to follow from now on if you want to go down this path. One, you can not orgasm unless I am with you and I give you permission." Jodie thought for a moment and nodded, "When I give you an order you must carry it out to the best of your abilities. And when we're at the office you either call me Mr.Wesker or Sir. Understand?" Jodie nodded again. "Can you do this? Remember we can slow down anytime you say Disney, and stop if you say Disneyland."

Jodie chuckled to herself, "I think I can."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Jodie kissed Adam back, her tongue meeting his as their passion grew, hating herself for it but wanting to savor her time with him. "I could use a drink." Adam growled.

"I'll get it." Tiffany turned to walk to the drink table not seeing Jodie slap Adam's leg and whisper his name sternly.

"No need, we are off the clock after all. Just show me where they are and I'll be fine." Adam pulled back her hood and whispered, "That's one." Jodie blushed.

"...okay." Tiffany led the couple to the bar, five other executives had already made her get them drinks or food so it was a nice change of pace to have Adam refuse, "I love your costume, Mr.Wesker."

"Thank you, and feel free to call me Adam. Any friend of Jodie's after all." Adam had wrapped his arm around Jodie's shoulder and he felt her lean into him bringing their waking hours to mind once again and the promise they made.

"Morgiana!" Ben laughed haughtily with a thick accent, "My love. Here is where you've been hiding." He wrapped his cape around a giggling Tiffany possessively until he realized Jodie was standing nearby. "Oh. Uh hello." His boisterous voice now replaced by pure embarrassment. Jodie found it funny that someone so sexually and romantically open as Tiffany was dating someone who was clearly shy and reserved but the way they stole glances at each other while the couples made small talk was endearing.

After a few minutes of small talk Tiffany grabbed Jodie's hand, "If you kindly gentlemen would excuse us while we go powder our noseys." Jodie smirked at Tiffany's antics and quickly followed behind. Both girls immediately went to the sink wide mirrors and checked their makeup. "So you haven't, like, told me how things are going between you guys yet."

"Me and A-Mr.Wesker?"

"Who else, silly." Tiffany laughed.

"Haha right….me and Adam... things are good. He's…. different than I'm, like, used too I guess."

"Oh? And what type are you used to?" Tiffany's voice teased.

Jordan didn't really have a type she realized, any girl that would let him stay the night or longer but Jodie...Jodie was different, she wanted something more the longer she thought about her future. "What about you? Like, Ben doesn't really seem like your type."

Tiffany smiled, "He's not." He was, for lack of a better word, a dork. He was a bookworm, loved anime, and science, he was completely different from everyone man or woman Tiffany had been with before, "But that's why I love him. He's real." Tiffany finished reapplying her lip liner and continued, "Real people are rare, even rarer are the ones who allow you to be real, those are the ones you never let slip through your fingers." Jodie capped her lipstick and eyed her friend strangely, "That's what my daddy always told me anyway."

"He sounds like a very smart man."

Tiffany smiled, "The smartest."

"What...What do you think about mr. Wesker?"

"Oh he's a hottie."

Jodie shook her head, "I mean do you think he's real, like Ben?"

"I don't know. He seems totally nice but really you'd probably know better than me when he's being real. Why?"

Jodie thought for a moment before answering her friend, "What if, like, something happens and things, like, change with us...do you think he'd...be, like, a bad man?"

Tiffany studied her friend for a moment, her eyes slowly growing bigger as she came upon a realization, "Like, if you two...I don't think he's, like, a bad person but sometimes things happen that show us who people really are in the end." Tiffany held Jodie's hand completely understanding being afraid that marriage would change their relationship, it'd have to. "I think he's a good guy because of you though."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, he's had loads of sex with his secretaries but, like, you're the first he's ever been boyfriend/girlfriend with." Jodie smiled, ignoring Tiffany's comment about previous secretaries, after all she had a past too and it certainly wasn't pretty or as pure as just simply wanting sex.

As the girls made their way back to their respective boyfriends who stayed by the table of drinks discussing the latest basketball game Jodie had come to the realization that maybe her little nudges at Adam's character could end up being a good thing no matter what happened with them in the end. The group talked for a while longer, and twice more Jodie slipped and called Adam, Adam. And twice more he reminded her of the count.

Adam whispered in her ear and the two departed for his office, intent on fulfilling their morning promises to each other. Tiffany wrapped her arms around Ben and whispered in his ear, "Really? Right now?" Ben smiled like the cat who ate the canary.

Jodie closed the door behind them, making sure to shut the blinds even while Adam's hands wrapped themselves around her slender body, filling her mind with lustful feelings. "Adam!" She moaned.

"Do not move." He growled hungrily in her ear. Excitement danced across her skin. Before she could turn to look at him, Adam corrected her, "I didn't say move." Jodie blushed, feeling her heart flutter while she heard the familiar sound of a drawer opening. "I thought I might have to educate you eventually, but not so soon." His voice was firm but not angry, if anything it dripped with hunger. Adam grasped her soft, smooth, wrist. Then another. He watched her body shiver for any signs she needed him to stop. When he had finished taping her wrists together he kissed her neck turning into a bite. Marking her as his. She pressed into him, feeling his straining bulge behind its denim prison. "How many rules did you break tonight?"

"Um...j-just the one...sir."

"Are you sure only one?" Slowly his hand lifted her skirt exposing her red ruffled panties. He felt her tense as he groped her ass in his hand. He enjoyed teasing her before finally slipping his finger into her hole. "Someone is not properly dressed for the party."

"I-I'm sorry, Sir. I-I forgot."

"So that's four penalties. And five spankings for every one."

"Five? That's, that's like-"

"Yes, twenty." He smiled, pulling her to his desk by her taped wrists. "Bend over." His voice echoed inside of her, commanding compliance. Bent over at her waist she felt him throw her skirt up exposing her ass to the cold office. Briefly she worried that he might see her penis tucked carefully behind her tuck kit, but his eyes were with his hands as he gently traced a spot on her panties. How he wanted to tear her panties off and whip her butt black and blue...but that would come later, first he needed to define where she was. With one hand Adam's belt was pulled free. "Do you remember the safe word?"

She nodded and forced herself to speak, "Y-yes Sir."

"Good." She felt him running the cold leather across her thighs, "Make sure you keep count or I'll have to start over."

Adam smirked, his arm flexing, Jodie quivering, both in anticipation of the act. She braced herself as the first blow landed across her butt. She jumped, sighing in relief, "O-one." The first was not as hard as she feared in her mind, she thought maybe she could handle this punishment after all when the second came down with a loud crack causing her to shout in surprise. "Ah! T-two." The third came down quickly causing Jodie to yell and reflexively try to get away from the attack before biting. "Three." Adam smiled knowing this is where he could begin to push her boundaries between pain and pleasure. He palmed the buckle and wrapped one end of the belt around his first and unleashed the fourth and fifths like a bullwhip on her perfect rear end. "F-four, five." She said through gritted teeth. She hated this. But she didn't want it to stop. Each strike leaving bright red marks on her ass and her precum leaking into her panties. Why did she enjoy this?! The sixth interrupted her introspection, the seventh and eighth made her lose count.

She lost count at sixteen and once again when she felt herself cum, untouched, into her panties. And still she had to endure her masochist pleasure forty-four times in total before Adam had finished

Adam stood her up and turned her to face him again, her makeup now a runny mess from the tears she had shed. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, her panties were soaked with her own cum, her eyes glazed over hovering that line of pure ecstacy.

"Good girl." He said softly, kissing her mascara stained cheek. "All green?" He asked instead of throwing her on his desk and ravaging her while he wrapped the belt around her neck as a makeshift leash.

She nodded and lightly spoke, "Yes Sir."

"Good. Down." He ordered, pulling down on her leash and forcing her to crawl under his desk once again. "Do you see what you've done to me?" Jodie looked from his eyes to his crotch in front of her and the straining bulge trapped inside.

"Y-your cock?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"I want your cock, Mr. Wesker." She felt nervously excited again, this was not their first time playing this game and she certainly wasn't unaware of the roles they had taken, and yet acting in them felt like she had gotten rid of uncomfortable gym shoes she had worn all her life and finally found a pair of heels that fit perfectly. "Please?" She begged, god how she wanted to taste him once more. "Please...sir?"

Adam chuckled as he took out his large cock and let her slowly take him in her mouth still holding her leash in hand. Jodie lost herself to the moment, tasting the precum she had come to crave and now lost in submission she could feel her own penis straining and leaking against her tuck in her panties. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so turned on without even touching herself. Reaching into her panties carefully she rubbed the hidden shaft as best she could through the kit only serving to turn her on more with no promise of release. After several torturous minutes for her Adam stopped her. "Come here." He ordered. Jodie started to crawl out but suddenly stopped when she heard the door open. She forgot to lock it again!

"Oh, hey sorry." Jodie's blood ran cold at Eric's voice, "I was looking for Jodie." What was he doing here?! He wasn't even supposed to be in town!

"Miss Applegate isn't in her I'm afraid."

"Oh, someone said they saw her go in here but-"

"Eric!" Lauren grabbed her brother's arm. "Don't bother Mr Wesker, she's probably in the bathroom."

"You're right. Sorry to bother you. If you see her let her know I'm looking for her."

"As soon as I see her." Eric left with Lauren closing the door behind them. After pulling on her leash Jodie stood up from under the desk. "Someone was looking for you." He smirked.

"I-I heard...Sir. He's...like, my roommate's brother." She lied unprompted.

Adam was too busy looking at the glistening fluid running down Jodie's thigh to care about her lie, "If I didn't know any better I'd say someone was an exhibitionist." Jodie bit her lip nervously, "You like the risk of being caught." He explained unprompted by his beautiful bimbo. "Who told you you could stand up?" He asked when Jodie didn't respond. She looked at him surprised.

"Um...n-no one Sir."

Adam pulled her leash again and she sank to her knees and eagerly resumed sucking his cock.