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Besides my continuing association with Oliver, my two greatest problems involved Tanner. He was more and more insistent I come off the pill and begin working on having our first child. As much as wanted to give him a child, I couldn't while Oliver was using me regularly. Any child I had, I wanted to be Tanner's and not some random stranger who'd fucked me. It would be particularly bad if it was immediately apparent it wasn't Tanner's, a bi-racial child, for instance.

The second issue involved Tanner coming to see me posing for his painting of me. At least once a week, even if only for an hour or so, he wanted to watch his painting come to life. The problem being, every time he came, one of the security guards had to come with him. Since this painting was a full frontal nude, it left me feeling more exposed than usual.

You'd think being watched by others being fucked would negate the embarrassment of mere nudity, but it didn't work that way, at least for me. Somehow, being nude in front of others while my husband watched, was nearly as bad. Just as I'd cum harder knowing Tanner watched me getting fucked from across the street, being naked for him and others was arousing and shameful. It wasn't so bad when Jackson was working as he tried not to look, but he wasn't always working and other guards now saw me naked. Though I knew Jackson sneaked the occasional peak, the others were more obvious in their appreciation of my naked body, staring boldly at my nudity. The other guards were never unprofessional in speaking or dealing with me even after seeing me naked, but their staring unnerved me while Tanner was watching. Tanner seemed to enjoy when I was stared at by the other guards, more so than he liked Jackson ignoring it.

I kept my mouth shut regarding the issue, as it was his painting and his wife, but I wished he'd stop coming so it was only Suki and I and no one else was watching me.

I mentioned my first problem to Oliver one time at his house. For once, he was using me alone, no one else involved, no audience, just him and me in his house, his room and his bed. We weren't making love. There was no warmth, no tenderness; he was fucking me, using all of my holes. He insured I climaxed. It was always one of his primary goals and I'd always receive a reminder afterwards, a movie of me squirming in passion, possibly begging to be fucked.

He'd finished with me and I'd showered and was putting on my clothes, preparing to leave.

"I have a problem," I said.

"Why is your problem a concern to me?"

"My husband wants me to have a child."

"Not my problem."

"It will be if the child isn't his, and he can tell. If he knows I've been fucking around on him, our deal ends badly for both of us."

"How would he know?"

"I've fucked at least one black person at your direction I know of, and it could have been more since I don't always know who I'm fucking. He'd know if the child wasn't white or if there was a genetic issue that required testing. Hell even a blood test might reveal a child isn't is. We're both O positive. If the child wasn't, he'd know."

"Then don't have a child. Wait until I'm through with you."

"I'd like to, but he's getting increasingly insistent. I don't know how long I can put him off."

"Again, sounds like your problem."

"Could we defer the balance of our agreement until I've had a child?"

"No. I've got plans for you that can't wait."

"What sort of plans?"

"Plans I need sex magic for."

"How can a rational human being believe in sex magic?"

"Tanner got a fucking promotion, didn't he."

"You confuse cause and effect. Tanner works hard and he's a great architect. He earned his promotion. The fact he got his promotion around the time you said I was being fucked for it, was merely coincidence."

Oliver smiled at me, that evil sneer I'd grown to detest. "Take off your clothes."

"I thought we were finished for today."

"We were. I'm going to prove to you sex magic is real. Once I prove it to you, you will agree to an alteration of our agreement. Now, strip."

I started to remove my clothes again, sorry to have mentioned anything. "What alteration?"

"Every time I want, without Tanner finding out, you will spend multiple days and nights with me to be used as you are now."

"How is it possible for Tanner not to find out? I spend every night with him." I was naked again, standing there, wondering what he was going to say.

"Using sex magic, I will make sure he gets an assignment out of town. Since he won't be around, I can spend a lot of time with you without him knowing. I won't be limited to a few hours one day a week. There's some things I want to do which will take more than a single day anyway. You require more training. Lie down on the bed, spread-eagled. I'm going to tie you down."

"I'm not agreeing to an alteration of our agreement just yet. He could receive an assignment anyway. He is a junior partner." I lay down on the bed.

"Let's make it interesting then. You agree to an alteration of our agreement if he gets sent to a specific place, a place of your choosing. Pick a place, any place." Oliver started tying me down to the bed.

I thought about it. I certainly didn't want to spend more time with Oliver than I did now, but if he was convinced sex magic was worthless, perhaps I could convince him to give me a break from our agreement to have a child. Besides, what were the odds he could send Tanner to anyplace I wished. Someplace else in the country, too easy. Europe, more difficult, but not impossible. I knew his firm sometimes had projects there. Africa and South America were places I didn't want Tanner sent to if Oliver was successful. Someplace safer, more civilized. Tanner's firm had never done any work in Asia.

"Japan," I said, "Osaka, Japan."

Oliver stood up, having secured me firmly to his bed. "Very good, Mrs. Mason. Good choice. Far, far away. He won't be coming home on weekends. We can enjoy some real quality time together. Not Tokyo, the more likely choice in Japan, but Osaka. I love it."

"It has to be soon," I said. "Within the next couple weeks," worried he might be able to work something out given enough time.

"I plan on more definitive proof," Oliver said. "How about the next couple days."

"If you can get an assignment to Osaka in the next forty-eight hours, I'll agree to the alteration in our agreement. If you can't; sex magic doesn't exist and you give me a break and allow me to have a child with Tanner."

"Done," he smiled. He pulled out a leather whip like the one Katrina had used at the LGBT benefit at My Sister's Room.

"You can't leave any marks on me Tanner will see when he comes home," I said quickly, alarmed.

"Don't worry Brooke. Any marks I leave on you will be gone by the time Tanner gets home. In addition to proving the existence of sex magic, I'm going to prove to you what a slut you are. I'm going to make you cum using nothing but this whip, after which I'm going to fuck your cunt so hard, it will feel bruised." He put my mask on, the one which didn't allow me to see. "I want to enhance your other senses," he said by way of explanation.

I felt him stand on the bed, over me. I could picture his cock getting hard as he stared to me tied to his bed, waiting for the whip to fall. If he wasn't going to leave marks, he couldn't whip me too hard, could he? Katrina's whip had stung, but never for long. I felt the leather lashes make connection with my goose bumped flesh, but it was a soft caress, not a stinging blow. It snaked over my breasts, turning my nipples into taut, puckered buds; down along my sides, lightly tickling me and making me squirm. It slithered up the insides of my thighs, lightly stroking my pubic lips, and between my slit, turning my cunt to jelly. My blood rushed to the region and I felt my lips spread, and slowly liquefy, putting me in a state of panting arousal. I wondered why the whip, since his fingers would have done the same.

Snap, he lashed the tender buds of my erect nipples, flooding them with pain, making the blood rush to the spot, compelling my nipples to further hardness. Crack. Fuck that hurt. I groaned. Pop, he whipped between my legs and I screamed, suddenly choked off when he stuffed my panties into my mouth. Slowly, deliberately, he lashed my naked body from my breasts to my knees with no rhythm I could ascertain. Two blows might follow closely together; the next not fall for a minute. I never knew where or when the next would strike me. Despite the stinging pain, I felt my arousal increase. He was never harsh with his blows, never striking me harder than I could tolerate. The leather lashes danced lightly over my skin, the torment quickly negated by the flushed blood, the pulsing of my sex. How could something so painful be so stimulating at the same time?

The leather straps found my clitoris, once, twice, thrice and I orgasmed for him, my cunt throbbing. My moans of pleasure muffled by the cloth in my mouth, he nevertheless knew I'd cum, and he dropped between my legs and thrust his hard cock deep in my pussy, sending more shockwaves through my body, my cunt dripping, spasming, contracting around his shaft, climaxing over and over. He pounded me, plunging relentlessly up my pussy, giving me no respite from my quivering climaxes. I surrendered totally and utterly to him, openly and without pretense. I could refuse nothing, conceal nothing, because he laid me bare.

He climaxed, filling me with his cum once more. I lay panting on the bed until he removed my gag and made me taste myself on him, my despair complete. He'd made me cum while whipping me and I would have begged for it if not for the panties filling my mouth. He knew it and I knew it.

He released me. "Now get the fuck out."

I dressed silently and left, broken. I got home and took another shower, douching to remove Oliver's cum from my cunt and ass. The stripes from the whip were rapidly fading away, some general redness remaining, but disappearing. I started dinner. Tanner called at 5:30.

"Honey, hold dinner. I'm going to be late. I have the most wonderful news. I just got assigned a new project in Osaka, Japan. I'll be leaving in a couple weeks. I have to fill out some paperwork for my Visa. This is a great opportunity. If I successfully finish it, I'll get a huge bonus." For the first time, I really started to wonder if sex magic was a real thing. The red marks from my whipping hadn't even faded yet.

"That's wonderful, honey," I said. "You can tell me all about it when you get home."

I hung up and started crying. What had I done?

I received a text from Oliver. You're mine. I cried harder.