At Her Command (Fantasy Heights) (3 page)

The mere thought of how out-of-control their last encounter had flown added a new layer of desire to everything she did as she took hold of the client’s knees. The woman lay on her back now, and as Amanda parted her thighs, she saw the woman’s eyes take on a hazy luster of desire.

Whimpers and excited gasps provided background while Amanda turned her mouth to the soft, soft skin at the inside of her client’s left knee. She pressed her lips there, then her tongue, and began a slow, lavish journey toward Emily’s cunt.

Impatient, she let one hand wander to the swelling, pink flesh. She ran a fingertip over the nub. Emily writhed and arched her back in response, and her eager, inviting reaction lit a spark inside Amanda. A heat roared to life in her belly, turning her liquid and determined.

Her finger slipped between folds of flesh, finding Emily already wet and heated. Amanda pressed in, deep and fast, to feel flesh and muscles clench around her finger, and hear her client cry out for more.

She nipped at the woman’s inner thigh, and withdrew her fingers. At the rate her client was escalating, the woman would come well before their time was up. Amanda wanted to play some more. She wanted to taste and feel and experience. Best to take her time. Be patient.

Easier said than done. With Emily’s pussy glistening in front of her, and the woman making all kinds of needy, excited noises, it was hard to exercise much restraint. She did her best, tracing her tongue between the folds where her finger had just been, and then climbing to tickle the clit.

Emily’s hands were none too gentle as they tangled into Amanda’s hair. Apparently restraint was not wanted just now, and Amanda responded by opening her mouth wide and grinding her tongue against wet, musky flesh. Then she hardened her tongue and let it slip inside, as deep as she could reach.

Over
and over again, she thrust and withdrew until Emily fell into gasping, whimpering, languid quivers. Based on experience, Amanda knew just what she was feeling: that buzz of pure sensation, most everything blocked out except the pleasure. This was the perfect time to fuck her with the dildo.

She went into the treasure chest and found a long purple dildo. She stood and took some time to show it to the client, lubricating it, watching the woman’s mouth open and close on wanton breaths and thoughts. She smiled, watching the woman anticipate the impending pleasure, and feeling a quickening herself.

Emily reached down with both hands to part herself wide. The wicked display made Amanda groan this time. She leaned forward to wiggle her tongue against the woman’s clit, and heard a deep, guttural moan in answer.

Remembering once more that their time was running out, she pressed the tip of the dildo against Emily, then watched it slide into her cunt. Her body ignited with an empathic pang of hot pleasure. It increased as she pressed harder, twisting the firm shaft deeper inside. Again and again, she pushed and pulled, twisting, searching for the spot that would please Emily most.

She found it pretty quickly, sinking the phallus in as far as it would go. Emily planted her feet on the chaise and began to move her hips, bucking against the dildo, hard.

Amanda sighed out a mixture of pleased delight and hardcore lust, watching and feeling her client chase an orgasm. To help, she began to work Emily’s clit. She rubbed it at first, then pinched it. She pumped away inside her client’s pussy, and then leaned in sideways to replace her fingers with her tongue. She started with aggressive lapping before sucking at the nub of super-heated flesh.

Emily came spectacularly, stiffening everywhere. Her whole body went rigid. The dildo began to jerk in Amanda’s hand as Emily’s body clenched and pulsed and let the passion unwind in small, luxuriant steps.

Amanda didn’t let her freefall through it. She counted to ten, then began anew, pressing and twisting harder than before. She closed her teeth over Emily’s clit, and reached her free hand up to pinch at a nipple.

This time, Emily cried out and arched off the chaise, writhing, helpless against the force of her body’s release. Amanda drank it all in, enjoying her client’s pleasure, gratified, knowing she had pleased the woman enough to elicit such unrestrained physical joy.

Emily relaxed in fits and starts, with just moments to spare before their time was up. Once the pulsing had weakened and it wouldn’t be too jarring, Amanda slowly removed the dildo. She leaned down once more to press an affectionate kiss against Emily’s downy belly.

She left Emily relaxed and replete for the next course on the client’s fantasy sampler. Curiosity over what would come next accompanied Amanda into the hallway, but was forgotten once she saw Josh. A damp ache between her legs reminded her of the half-formed plans she’d made for having Josh relieve her tension. Wonderful idea, she thought, and decided to have some fun with him.

He sat in the same windowsill where she’d left him earlier. Seeing her leave the room, he pressed to his feet. She knew her hair was probably mussed from Emily’s frantic hands, but didn’t care. She took slow, deliberate steps toward her highwayman and put her hands behind her back to draw the dress’s zipper down.

Josh went very still, his dark eyes flaring with instant, profound desire. “What are you doing?”

She gave him a very small, distracted smile. “I want your cock inside my pussy.”

He responded much as she hoped he would. “Hey, I’m okay with that idea. Let’s just go somewhere a little more private.”

She shook her head. She wanted him, right here in this hallway, where anyone might see them. He would take a bit of convincing, probably. She already knew that it was much easier to shed one’s inhibitions when hidden behind a mask. Doing it naked, literally and figuratively, took more courage, but she had a good idea how to get him over any objection.

She let the satin dress slide to the floor and stepped out of it, leaving it right where it lay. Josh’s eyes fell to the pool of deep-purple fabric for a moment, then back up to her breasts, then finally to the apex of her thighs. She was waxed bare.

Reaching him, she turned her back, parting her legs a little before bending slowly forward. The pose exposed her pussy and anus to his view. An invitation. A taunt.

Josh didn’t let her down. He immediately began to fumble with his belt, and she didn’t have to wait long before a very warm, very hard penis pressed against her wet opening.

“Fuck me, Josh.”

A groaned whimper let her know she’d won this battle. A moment later, two large, strong hands closed on her hips and she tilted herself to help him slip past her pussy lips.

Unlike her client, Josh appreciated the skill of restraint. He did not rush or force his way in. Rather he let her take him in small doses, feeling her fulfillment increase with every gentle backward push as she slowly impaled herself onto his shaft. He was so hard, and so hot, the aching sweetness spread from her core into her chest, driving out a hum of pure sensual bliss.

“You feel so good inside me.”

He whimpered. “Remind me to thank Thomas for that pressure-valve policy.”

She laughed, which added a new tingle to the pleasure, and made Josh growl. He lost his staunch control then, and drove himself hard and fast inside her. Her own needs obliterated all else for a time, the pressure building, tightening. Josh began to pump in and out, his motion now as uncontrolled and uncontrollable as the rapid pace of her breath.

She heard him gasp and knew he was getting close to coming. She wanted to match him, to climax with him, and reached between her legs to finger her clit.

It didn’t take much. The tip of Josh’s cock had grown so hot that it felt as if he were painting layer after layer of pleasure inside. Her finger and the bright tweak of sensation it added sent her reeling. She rammed herself onto his shaft, battering him against her g-spot.

As she began to come, the release was so powerful that Josh had to hold her up. Her legs would have buckled otherwise, as the melting, heated pulse of divine relief took over. He followed an instant later, clenching, hissing air through his teeth on an intense inhalation.

When she finally came back down, Josh made her laugh again.

“I love being your observer.”

Still quivering inside with lingering pleasure, she left the rest to him. He pulled out and wrestled a still hard cock back into his jeans, then retrieved the dress. He helped her into it, kissing a path up her spine while he did so.

They left the Palace together and headed back toward wardrobe. In the quad, they came across Thomas, who must have just finished with a client as well. He wore the black breeches, vest and boots from their throne-room fantasy.

What she’d seen yesterday between Marla and the blonde jumped immediately back to the forefront. Should she tell him? What would happen if she told him what she’d seen?

Without even greeting each other, Josh and Thomas fell into a discussion about a design issue, a topic clearly carried over from a previous conversation. Listening in, Amanda was surprised to note the two seemed to get along. They weren’t at all alike in personality. Thomas was brusque and changeable and prickly. Josh was steady and calm and reliable, yet the two shared the easy exchange of people who knew and liked each other.

She thought about it, wondering why it surprised her so. They must have been working together for a long while now. Why shouldn’t they be friends? Maybe because they were just so different, she figured. Or maybe because Thomas’s many rules did not seem to apply where Josh was concerned.

Josh led Thomas off the sidewalk and up to the tree line while they discussed some set Thomas wanted built outside for the exhibitionist clients. He wanted a replica of palace grounds with a central structure of some sort that wouldn’t obstruct the view from the sidewalk, yet would allow moorings for all the restraint apparatus they would need.

Ideas volleyed back and forth until Thomas dropped his end of the conversation. Thomas’s eyes had fixed on something on the sidewalk behind her and Josh. Amanda turned to see what he was looking at. Amongst the crowds moving along the sidewalk was Steph, who ran Fantasy Heights, and alongside her the infamous Robert Warnous, rock-and-roll legend. Amanda had twice now sat in while he’d tried to force himself to perform again. The first time, he’d choked. The second time, he hadn’t even made it onto the stage.

It was instantly clear that Thomas despised Robert Warnous. What set off Amanda’s alarm bells was the change in Josh’s demeanor. Both men, seeing Warnous and Steph together, lowered their chins, and tracked the pair with their eyes like a couple of wolves contemplating slaughter.

“Excuse me,” she said aloud. “What the hell is the matter with you two?”

Neither man responded, though Josh did look away from the pair, turning his attention back to the structure problem. Thomas, on the other hand, kept his eyes fastened on Warnous until the older man and Steph had disappeared into the office building.

Amanda frowned, recalling once more the argument she’d overheard in those offices not long ago. Thomas and Steph had been at each other’s throats about some dangerous mystery guy.

Maybe the mystery had just solved itself.

“Hey,” Josh said to Thomas. “Leave it alone, man. Leave it alone.”

Amanda turned her eyes on Thomas, unable to decide if he was jealous or worried. Or both. She watched the muscles in his jaw clench up into bubbled knots beneath his skin. He was obviously angry, whatever the case.

He looked at Josh. “Did you know our girl here lives just a few doors down from Warnous’s ex-wife?”

Josh went very still. “What? Since when?”

“Since Amanda rented a townhouse one block away from Gail’s condo.”

Okay, now she was getting worried, too. Warnous’s ex-wife? Was this Gail person the blonde Thomas and Marla were seeing? “Come on, guys. What the heck is going on?”

This time, Thomas shook out of the black funk before Josh did. “Nothing. Let’s finish up. I need this set operational as soon as possible. We don’t have time to fuck around with Steph’s nonsense.”

Josh nodded, but still looked very far away and Amanda decided she did not want to know any more about whatever drama they were cooking up. Of course, this did not stop her from spying later as Thomas took his evening run. That night, he did not stop or even look at the house on the next block, as if he were determined not to satisfy her curiosity.

Served her right, she supposed, and booted the whole thing out of her mind again. The next day at work she reported to wardrobe. Kara must have stepped out. The only one in the room was Marla, who wore a shimmery gold robe, and her hair was in rollers.

Amanda was about to smile and be polite and impersonal if it killed her when Kara came in with Beverly and Thomas. The latter two had their heads together, deep in whispered conversation about heaven-knew-what. As they came nearer, it was easy enough to figure out.

Beverly was saying, “I really appreciate this. I wouldn’t have asked, but Derek’s overbooked as it is, and re-scheduling just wouldn’t work.”

Amanda hadn’t met Derek yet. He helped develop many of the special-request fantasies for women. He spent a lot of time in brown coats and blue police boxes.

Thomas looked annoyed. Disapproving. “This reeks of poaching to me.”

“It’s only a favor, Thomas. His regular girl has a family emergency and besides, Amanda’s really good at taking direction off the cuff. She would’ve been bored tonight as an extra anyhow, and you can even stand in as observer if you want.”

“Count on it,” Thomas said. “But only while she’s on set.”

Marla decided to chime in. “Can you be any more territorial?”

Thomas gave her a thundercloud of a look and fired right back. “You’re one to talk. Or have you forgotten the rash of tattoo removals the resort paid for last year?”

“Shut up, Thomas.”

“Hey!” Beverly scolded. “You two, knock it off.”

“No, I won’t knock it off,” Thomas argued. “I’m done with the sniping, Marla. If you’ve got something to say to me, come right out and say it.”

Marla looked more than up to the challenge. “You sure you want me to do that in present company?”